#tog clone

[myceliumelium]

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A few points of order

Fandoms I am familiar with:

Lotr

SIlmarillion

Acotar

ToG

Starwars

Aftg

Svsss

Mdzs

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Will do:

Armor

Suggestive work

Nudity

Robots/mecha (if provided specific and adequate visual references)

Mild gore

D&D characters and OCs

Will not do:

Heavy gore

Furries(i would if i knew how)

Full NSFW

Celebrities/living people

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[lingodoodles9901]

HALLOWEEN POST YIPPEE

lots of Morader art 🥰❤️🖤💜🎀

[pergaminaa]

Modern au

When their daughter was around 2-3 and during cold weather, Dorian would tuck her in and wrap her blanket around her all nice and tight. He’d end the performance with ‘all warm and toastie,’ before leaving her to slumber.

At that same time, during the day, Manon would take a moment to relax. She’d be laying down, mindlessly scrolling through her phone while her daughter is playing with her toys nearby.

Now why would all of a sudden, Manon wound feel her daughter grabbing the nearby comforter, putting it on her (clumsily because she’s only a toddler) and finish the job by echoing her dad ‘all warm and toastie’

Honestly, Manon had no words. She knows this is the kind of nonsense Dorian would say (nonsense that she loves, mind you) and now her daughter is repeating the same things to her.

[incorrecttowerofgodquotes]

IM SHAKING WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?!

[setokaibapetty]

5 + 1 Fic Friday Roundup: Still in School

Some more fic with characters on campus/enrolled in a school - as professors, students, etc.

hawks 'verse (AO3) - "A modern day university AU, featuring cryptid professors and Rex as the Jon Whisperer, plus the extended Fett family, the rest of the university's semi-feral faculty, and plenty of ridiculousness."

You Sing Harmonies (AO3) - "Following the death of his mother, Phil Coulson moves across the country to the "care" of his aunt. With no friends and little contact with everything he's ever known, the last few months of childhood look as if they'll drag on forever. He's lonely, lost, and hurting until a guy with dancing eyes and a beautiful smile knocks him down, both physically and metaphorically. Suddenly, his last year of high school doesn't seem so daunting and the hours and days don't feel like they last nearly long enough."

on the brink of something close (AO3) - "It takes Nile an embarrassingly long time to realize that her thesis advisor is, like, legitimately evil."

Operation Hot for Teacher (AO3) - "There's a substitute standing at the front of her Italian class and a shadowing student teacher who can't seem to keep his eyes off Mr. Smith. Clearly, the only solution to a bored student is to set them up instead of focusing on her education."

The Frat Pack (AO3) - "Dick gets kicked out of his frat; with nowhere else to go he turns to the campus’ weirdest frat, Alpha Omega Beta, for somewhere to live. There’s definitely something up with them, but Dick’s drawn in despite himself, especially to their leader, Jason."

Bonus: Wild (AO3) - "So, what do you think?" Dick asks.

"Just to get it straight," Jason says, "all I gotta do for some sweet, mint-condition comics is stalk your little brother when he ditches class on my free-period and manhandle him back into school."

Dick nods. "Basically. Do we have a deal?"

(The five times Jason helped Tim and the one time Tim returned the favour.)

[acourtofquestions]

Every-time I hear:

“Fire and Ice”

I used to think of New Girl and hear WARM WATER BABY … but now I heavily associate “Fire and Ice” with Throne of Glass

— cause Rowan & Aelin LITERALLY ARE —

… & cause the thought of them doing this “bit” to get in somewhere undercover has me cackling cause (somehow it’s so in character?)?

[billwasnot]

top 5 numbers. like one two three. and ofc top 5 blorbos

Oh I actually have a list of favorite numbers!!

15

3

5

9

743

You may notice that the 2nd and the 3rd are divisors of the 1st one. I am unsure if it is related. But in general the first four are the numbers i like to see when I am in a numbered list or my group number or something. Makes me feel lucky and shit. The last one was a number of something I liked and I just keep using it over and over so it gets a place on that list too

As for blorbos, it CONSTANTLY changes, but the current ranking would go something like this:

Axel Kingdom Hearts. He gets the no.1 spot because I am so obsessed with him at the moment. Yes I am down bad for the sassy tall twink. Embarrassing.

Rachel Tower of God. This girl sucks so bad. God forbid failwomen do anything. I need to get back to ToG. I miss her.

Inaho Kaizuka Aldnoah.Zero. Bitches call him boring but they literally could NOT be more wrong if they tried. God forbid a bitch has flat affect.

Ren Amamiya Persona 5. In combination with the previous one I might just be obsessed with overanalyzing unexpressive characters. And puttingt hem in the pear wriggler. So what.

Xion Kingdom Hearts. Oh look this list ends with the same fandom it started with. Anyway I am making an animatic for her atm and rewatching all of the Days cutscenes for her as a consequence and. This girl literally suffered more than jesus. Constantly gets dehumanized from all sides, and hoes try to convince her she'd be better off dead! I love how much she hates being the person she was cloned from. She should be allowed to kill people tbh. LET HER HANG OUT WITH HER BESTIES (look ik that things get better for her later on. However. I am a pain and suffering fan first and foremost)

This is like. Recency bias central but who gaf truly

[local-writer]

Uhhh guys. I just realized something

BUT BEFORE YOU READ PLEASE KNOW THAT THERE ARE MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE TOG WEBTOON BELOW. RUN AWAY IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE HIDDEN FLOOR ARC OR THE SEASON 3 FINALE

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT

So the fact that Jahad said this as Wangnan was reaching for the sword can only mean one thing; HE'S FORESHADOWING SOMETHING AND IT'S NOT HAPPY

I can't believe I only realized this now wtf 🥲 I'm scared what if the person the sword wants Wangnan to kill is V, who is currently possessing Bam/sharing a body with Bam. DOES THAT MEAN WE'LL GET A BATTLE BETWEEN BAM/V AND WANGNAN EVENTUALLY??? Ngl that would be kinda epic, but also sad because Wangnan and Bam would feel so guilty for fighting the other, since they're friends and all ya know 😭 it would probably be V controlling Bam if they fought tho, cause I don't see Bam going through with it himself. Wangnan is a good friend to Bam, and important to him too ofc, Wangnan is the person that made him feel comfortable making friends again and helped him come out of his depressive shell, and even helped rescue him from FUG and return him to the rest of his dear friends. I don't see Wangnan engaging in a fight with Bam willingly either, unless V is the one who provoked it. But then that raises the question. Why would V want to fight Wangnan? Does he know secrets about him? Is it because Wangnan is one of Jahad's clones?

So

With that being said

Gimme the fight SIU. I want it.

[phoenixyfriend]

Star Wars: Tag-Teamed AUs

Navigation Post

Fun fact, tumblr allows 250 links on the old editor and 100 in the new. So. Network of masterlists.

Maul is brought to the light through the power of dick (nsfw)

The ShmiHan thing, which started as asks to @willowcrowned​ but kinda... snowballed... Starting on Willow’s Blog: initial ask, relevant post, the moment I realized that ShmiHan was an option, Ben and Qui-Gon, Me going absolutely feral over the crackship: Post, Anon Ask

Qui-Gon Stealing Kamino Babies

The... the Chewku thing (plus ship birth certificate) (we ended up on a Coley video)

Toddler-ized Qui-Gon in TCW

Qui-Gon Marries Palpatine in an insane bid for custody of Anakin and the clones

Jaster vs. Qui-Gon on child-rearing (with @atagotiak and @stardust2flame)

Assassin Anakin Quasi-Fixit by @atagotiak​

Rexwalker with @nevertheless-moving​

Does Feemor fuck? with @willowcrowned

Obi-Wan Claims He’s Taken for @nevertheless-moving‘s Pop Star AU

Anakin ships ranked by how well the other party responds to an "I would die for you. I would kill for you. Please ask me to kill for you."  with @willowcrowned

Anakin’s teenage rebellion

Qui-Gon turns into a tree, again with @willowcrowned​

Leverage crossover (ft. Fox, Maul, Katooni), started by @sergeant-angels-trashcan​ and including @epicmusic42​

Rex/Sabe from @epicmusic42

Anakin keeps itemized receipts for the accountants, original post by @obiwanobi

The opposite: @names-are-fucking-hard wrote an AITA about Foxakin based on my fics

Ben Kenobi steals some tubies, AU belongs to @ahsoka-in-a-hood

Modern AU Anakin votes, but only because Padme tells him to, original from @jebiknights

Din/Bo in the background of @jebiknights‘ Luke/Boba/Fennec AU

How do Togs sleep

[techs-goggles9902]

Two Souls Entwined

Part 4 (Eventual) Captain Rex x oc

A/N: HOLY SHIT GUYS IM BACK. I COOKED UP A STORM THIS TIME. These are my personal headcannons so if you don’t like them you’re welcome to leave ���� feel free to criticize I love criticism. Not beta read (as always) 😆

Word count: 2883 (went way overboard)

No warnings unless you’re scared of mean Kaminoans

REQUESTS ARE OPEN FOR FAN FICTION. QUEUE: 3

“Fierfek…” 

“If you’re thinking of leaving, Kal, you know the deal. Su’cuy, Niva,” a voice says from beside the pair of stunned mandos. 

Jango Fett stands before them, looking out the window as well. 

“Jango, you said-”

“I said you’ll be training special ops troops. They just happen to be growing them.”

“What?” 

“Clones…” Niva says before Jango can answer Kal. “Clones of Jango.” 

“I knew you were the brains, ad’ika,” Jango chuckles, grinning at the girl. 

“How the fierfek did you get involved?” Kal asks. 

“A good five million and a little something special. Don’t look so surprised, you would do the same.” Jango looks between Kal and Niva before gesturing for them to follow him down the glossy corridor. Niva’s senses are overwhelmed as she looks between the toroids. 

She blinks rapidly as thoughts spiral in her brain. They aren’t her own and they change as she looks between the towers. It’s like the fetuses are speaking to her. She pauses and looks at one tower specifically, squinting slightly as her gaze lands on a certain tube. The fetus floats in the translucent liquid, an umbilical cord abnormally curling around its leg. 

“Niva, c’mon,” Kal shouts from down the hall. Niva hesitantly pulls her eyes away from the baby to jog back to her adoptive father. 

If something was wrong, the Kaminii would know. They would know. The baby’s fine. 

“You’re both dead now, don’t worry about it, Kal,” Jango says. Niva must’ve missed a bit since they’re both mid conversation about something. 

Right… I’m dead. 

“So, Ilippi threw your sorry shebs out?” Jango asks Kal, who’s expression softens slightly at the mention of his ex-wife. 

“Yeah.”

“Told you, you should've married a Mando girl. Aruetiise don’t understand the mercenary way.” 

Niva’s eyes narrow involuntarily as Jango brings up Ilippi. She refused to let Kal take their 8 year old sons into war with him, and soon, Kal’s family were no longer waiting for him to come back. 

Didn’t let those kids go into battle, what an outsider! I turned out fine, Niva thinks. 

“Ko Sai said something wasn’t right about the first batch of clones. They’ve been tested and I don’t think they’ll make the military grade, but I’ve told Orun Wa we’d look at them before… you know,” Jango explains. 

“I don’t. Please elaborate,” Kal says. 

“You’ll see.” Jango leads them down the hall, ushering them into a nearby room. 

“Welcome, gentleman,” says Orun Wa in his peaceful monotone, not even addressing Niva, with a gentle tilt of his head. The Kaminoan has a bony fin going down the back of his head and to the nape of his neck. 

“So the first batch have been confirmed as below the accepted standard?” Jango asks. 

“These units are defective, I admit there was an error made while enhancing the genetic template.” Orun says, craning his slender neck to call out to someone in the corridor. “Bring them in.”

Niva turns as the door opens, glancing at Kal. He gives her a small nod, putting a hand on her shoulder. Six pairs of footsteps enter the room. Niva notices: the footsteps are close together, shorter strides instead of longer ones that would fit an adult. 

Kal turns, his eyes widening as he looks down. Six identical boys - maybe four, maybe five at the most - walk into the room. 

These are children, not soldiers… not droids… not units… little kids. 

All had identical curly black hair and dark blue tunics and pants. Both Kal and Niva expected grown men, not… 

“Kids… Kal’buir…” Niva can’t take her eyes away from the boys as she whispers to Kal. His hand leaves her shoulder as Jango inhales sharply. The boys huddle together, one of them holding his arms back like he’s shielding his brothers from Orun Wa, two boys clutching each other as they look at Kal with their big, dark, unblinking eyes. 

Oh… He’s defending his brothers… 

It rips at Niva’s heart, reminding her once again of her brothers. She figured out fast that Kaminoans didn’t tolerate anything that doesn’t meet their society’s principles of perfection. Maybe they don’t know that it’s often imperfection that gives humans an edge?

She hears Orun Wa, Jango, and Kal talk about the boys, but she can’t bring herself to tune in. Not that she understood most of what they said, anyway. Her Basic wasn’t as up to par as she’d like. She spoke with a slight accent, just barely there, pronouncing some letters and words differently than born Basic speakers.  

Three of the boys look up at Niva with their big round eyes. Niva tries to smile and give them a wave, but all three flinch as her hand raises, making Niva immediately put her hand down. 

One of the kids mimics her wave, his scared expression softening a bit. Niva grins at him and he bares his teeth in an attempt of a returning smile. 

“What do you mean by reconditioned?” Kal says, drawing Niva back into the conversation. She obviously missed a lot. 

“In this case, termination. These units cannot follow orders and are simply too unreliable, failing to meet the personality profile required,” Orun Wa replies casually. 

“Terminated? They’re children!” Niva says, gesturing to the boys.

“Niv…” Kal mumbles, placing a hand on her shoulder again. Evil is supposed to be dark and menacing… not soft-spoken.

Then Kal registers what they meant by terminating. Within a second, his clenched fist is at Orun Wa’s chest. “You touch any of those kids, you gray freak, I’ll skin you alive and feed-” 

“Steady,” Jango says, pulling Kal’s arm back. 

“This is uncalled for, we only care for our customer’s satisfaction,” Orun Wa states. Niva watches with wide eyes, instinctively stepping towards the boys. Kal hears his heart thundering in his ears, yanking his arm out of Jango’s grip, stepping in front of the kids, who were silent. His eyes never leave Orun’s yellow irises. 

Jango grips Kal’s shoulder hard enough to hurt. Don’t. Leave this to me. 

“We could do with a few wild cards,” Jango carefully says, stepping between the Kaminoan and Kal. “It’s good to have a few surprises for the enemy, no? How old are they?”

“Two standard years.” 

Niva’s jaw literally drops to the durasteel floor. The boys look older, though. Kal slowly puts his hand back to place his palm on the head of the defending boy’s head. But small fingers clasp onto his calloused hand instead. A helpless gesture. Kal swallows hard. Two years old.

“I’ll train ‘em. What’re their names?” He asks, looking between Jango and the Kaminoan. 

“All units are numbered,” Orun Wa starts. 

“We can… give them names… right?” Niva speaks up quietly. All three men look at her. Kal gives her a discreet hand signal: later. 

“Anyway, our quality control designated them as Null class and-” 

“Null? As in, no di’kutla use?” The veins in Kal’s neck have never been so prominent. 

“Kal, leave this to me,” Jango breathes. 

“No, they’re not units, Jango.” The little hand was holding on for dear life. Another boy comes up and wraps his little arms around Kal’s leg. 

To Niva, the next minute goes by so fast. Before she can even blink, the boy thrusts his fingers into Kal’s boot, taking out the hidden blaster, tossing it to the boy who’s holding Kal’s hand. 

The boy caught it cleanly and pointed it at Orun Wa, his little fingers just barely holding the blaster steady. 

“Osik,” Jango sighs. “Put it down, kid.” 

But the boy held the weapon at the perfect angle, left hand steadying the right, eyes focused on his target. Niva looks between the men, flabbergasted at how calm Jango is. 

I couldn’t protect them… so… maybe I can protect these boys…

“Hey, bud,” Niva says, gently putting a hand on the boy’s arm as she kneels down beside him. “Put it down, yeah? No need for shooting anybody, kyr’ika. Give me the blaster.”

He doesn’t budge, barely blinking.

“You’re safe, lad,” Kal’s voice is soft as he squats down beside the kid, nodding to Niva, a silent indicator that he’s got this. “Come on… put it down. There’s a good lad. Now give me the blaster.”

The boy lowers his arms slowly, “Yes, sir…” He hands the blaster to Kal, who scoops him up. 

“Good lad…” Kal lowers his voice to whisper in the boy’s ear. “Nicely done, too.” 

A small hand tugs Niva’s, making her look down. Two pairs of big eyes stare up at her, one boy mimicking the wave she gave them earlier. Niva grins and waves back with her free hand. She crouches down so she’s eye level with the boys. 

“Hi, I’m Niva,” she holds out her hand. The boys stare at it and then one of them shakes her hand with his little fingers. 

“I’m N-7 and that’s N-10,” he says, meeting her gaze. 

“Pleasure, boys. We’ll work on names later, yeah?” Niva keeps up her smile. N-10 looks at N-7, nudging him with his elbow. Niva can barely hear under his breath as he whispers to N-7, “I wanna shake her hand, let go.” 

Niva lets out a small laugh, N-10 now holding her hand and meeting her gaze just like N-7. These were little boys but were so much like grown men. She’s aware of Kal and Jango speaking behind her. 

“What kind of armor is that?” N-10 asks. 

“It’s made out of beskar. It’s Mandalorian - do you know what that is?” Niva replies. Both boys shake their heads. “Well, I’ll teach you.” 

“You talk funny,” N-7 chimes in.

“So do you, little man.” The boy’s eyes widen as he looks at N-10, who gives him the same wide eyed look. Niva can see N-7 mouth silent words to his brother, We talk funny? She smiles at the pair’s sudden realization. 

“Ad’ika, let’s go.” Kal looks down at his daughter, the little marksman who pointed the blaster at Orun Wa on his hip. Niva nods and stands, her hand slipping from N-10’s much smaller one. 

Niva doesn’t even need to help Kal take the six boys to their quarters. The tiny soldiers silently march behind the two Mandos. 

The walk back to the room was eerily silent. Kal occasionally tried to make simple conversations with the boys, all attempts ending in one word answers from various kids. 

Niva could hear the boy’s thoughts and felt their emotions. Not a clear thought, though, just a jumbled mess entangling with her own thoughts. Multiple voices spoke to her as she walked beside her father figure, some small and quiet, others prominent and deafening. 

As the group walked down the sterile halls of Kamino they passed lines of other clones, all the same age as the Nulls, marching in the opposite direction. One of the boys caught her eye, his shaven head differentiating him from his brothers.

He caught her eye, his amber irises following her green ones as they passed each other. His thoughts melted into her own. The bridge of Niva’s nose pulsed with a deep ache, silencing her overcrowded mind. 

“Ad’ika… Niva, are you okay?” Kal’s voice broke her trance. 

“Yeah… yeah, I’m fine. Headache, ‘s all, Buir.”

“Mm… Have you ever finished that story of yours? Remember, the one you wanted to write before we met?”

”I remember. No, I haven’t done much with it since then. Should I?”

”Maybe. Just find something inspiring, like these little lads.” Kal reaches back to ruffle one of the boy’s hair. 

“In… In what?” 

“Something that gives you ideas, ad.” 

The first night with the boys was… something. Niva hardly slept with two little four year old boys clinging to her all night, their little fists white knuckling her sleep shirt. 

Kal settled on names for all six of them, taught them a bit of mando’a, filled their little bellies with uj cake, realized how traumatized they were, and knocked out with Ordo - N-11 - on his lap.

N-7 and 10 - now Mereel and Jaing - clung to Niva as if she were their lifeline. They held her pant legs tightly in their little fists when they walked down the corridors or just to the ‘fresher. Whenever she’d ruffle their mops of brown curls they’d look up at her with a confused look, not aware it was a sign of affection. 

The first time she did so, Mereel looked terrified, his pools of amber going wide, like his eyes were taking over his little face. 

What did the kaminiise do to you boys… 

Niva eventually worked up enough courage to begin wandering the halls of Tipoca City in her spare time, finding training areas and barracks under construction for the millions of clones that will eventually call this sterile place home - or as close to home as possible. 

On her fourth day of exploration, she saw the kaminioan. Of course there were kaminiise everywhere, it was Tipoca City, but this one was different. She sat on a tall bench - built specifically for kaminioans - overlooking one of the few functioning training areas. 

Her skin, a sickly gray, shined in the light. Her large black eyes with blue-gray irises were focused on the cadets through the glass. Niva was intrigued by her, the way she looked at the cadets like they were roba up for slaughter. 

Niva made a habit to walk past her on her walks since the kaminioan always sat there at the same time everyday. A couple days after first seeing her, she spoke up, not looking away from the cadets. 

“Can I help you, Ms. Niva Veen?” She startled Niva, stopping her in her tracks. 

“How do you know my name?” 

“I read your file, Mandalorian. May I ask why you’re always walking about instead of training our troops?” She still didn’t look up. 

“It’s my free time, I finished training one standard hour ago,” Niva says as she walks up to the kaminioan. “What’re you doing?”

“My job.” 

“May I ask what your job is, then?”

“I am Chief Scientist Ko Sai’s assistant. I’m here to study the Generation Ones, seeing what should be improved and changed in later Generations,” the kaminoan answers in the same monotone Orun Wa used several days prior. 

“What’s your name?” 

“Nala Se.” 

“Nice to meet you.”

“Why do you always come here?” Nala Se asks with a sigh, seeming to be done with Niva. 

“I’m-” Niva couldn’t think of the correct word. “You’re just always out here. You look sad sometimes.”

“I am allowed to feel emotions sometimes, Niva Veen.” 

Niva cocks her head. “I’m good at reading people. You seem more than sad, like you’re focused on something important to you, something to prove to someone.” 

Nala Se finally looks away from the cadets, her massive eyes meeting Niva’s. “You’re correct, actually.” She leans back slightly and pauses, her eyes widening as she realizes something. “I need a trainer. Not for myself, but for… special ops troopers. You seem qualified, for a sixteen year old.” 

“I can train troops. I know what I’m doing,” Niva replies, narrowing her eyes slightly. Nala Se hums an acknowledgement, standing and turning her back to the girl. 

“Follow me, then,” she says. 

The private tubing system fascinated Niva, her face nearly pressed to the glass as she zoomed past the water and its inhabitants. 

“Have you never seen an ocean before? It really isn’t that intriguing,” Nala Se says. 

“Not this close…” Niva replies as she unfocuses her eyes to see the water streaming past her. 

The lab was just as sterile as the rest of Kamino, but the dimness was a mixture of soothing and eerie. They entered through the floor, directly in the center of the lab. 

“You remember how the six other Null ARCs were disposed of?” Nala Se asks Niva. 

“Yes…” Where is this going? 

“I saved them. Orun Wa and Ko Sai didn’t think they’d last in combat, you see. One was smaller than the rest, one stockier, two very thin, one a female. The female and one of the lankier cadets had poor eyesight compared to the average clone,” Nala Se explains. 

She walks to a panel on the wall, opening a hidden door. A hidden door in a hidden lab. What else lies in these walls? She continues, “I was tasked with the extermination of those six. Yes, I directly disobeyed orders, but once I show the higher ups, I’ll be rewarded. I will surpass Ko Sai to become the next Chief Scientist.” 

Niva watches as the hidden door leads to a brighter corridor. The hallway leads to another door, small noises can be heard from behind the transparisteel. 

“CT-9903 and the female would’ve never lasted. I’ve done all I could to preserve their eyesight but not much can be done. Both require glasses. In addition, I modified the entirety of the batch so they can’t be traced back to the Nulls.”

“Wait,” Niva says, “CT? Not ARC?” 

The door at the end of the hidden hallway behind the hidden door in the hidden lab opens to reveal six clones, the same age as the Nulls, sitting on their respective six bunks, dwarfing them. 

“Clone Force 99, this is Niva Veen. She will be continuing your training from now on.”

Mando’a used:

Kaminii means kaminoan (the se at the end of certain scenes is just plural as in kaminoans)

Fierfek is just some random curse I think

Aruetiise means traitor

Shebs means your rear

Ad’ika is a term of affection for a kid (ad means the same)

Buir is father/mother (no gender in Mando’a)

Taglist: @fionajames @sevdidntdie @dangraccoon @hellhound5925 @skellymom @angie-is-silly (why did you change your fucking name dude 😭 you gave me a stroke trying to find you)

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[a-cat-in-toffee]

cause theyre like specifially enegineered tog et sent through the rift, right? and then they self destruct when they die? there would be no reason for them to fuck if theyre clones. this is a normal sentence

[tranakin-skywalker]

Wait you're making a fic for your torgruta au?? Tell me more please

Yeah, I've been thinking about writing a fic about it for a while now. Most likely it's going to be a series of oneshots so I can hop around to different parts of the story I find interesting.

A lot of the ideas are coming from the hyena discord, so I can't claim them as my own. But they are just too good to pass up. Like togruta making infrasound with their montrals and constantly projecting their moods. So when Anakin first gets to the Temple he's constantly screaming for him mom at a pitch that only other togruta can hear.

I've decided that that's actually how he first meets Ahsoka. She hears him making his lost, scared, where's mom, where's family sounds and seeks him out to comfort him. Ahsoka would be about four here, and would have left Shili recently enough that she could still remember what those noises mean, even if Tatooine togruta sound different from Shili togruta. (to a Shili tog Anakin's distressed noises sound like he's being maimed, but that's just because of the generational trauma and general awfulness of being a togruta on Tatooine. What they would think of the vocalizations he makes when actually being maimed we will not think about)

So Anakin and Ahsoka end up growing up together right from the start, and the main reason Anakin is so insistent on being knighted early is so that Ahsoka can be his padawan. It's a private thought he has to himself at first, but as Ahsoka gets older and no masters are showing any interest in taking her on she starts to panic. Anakin tells her that he'll just have to get knighted before she ages out so that he can be her master. And then the Clone War starts and he realizes that keeping his promise means bringing her onto the battlefield with him where she could die and he's not sure if he'll be enough to keep her alive :)

Because Shmi is a togruta too she does not get bought by Cleigg Lars. I am just. not dealing with the implications of that. (Listen. I want to read Shmi's marriage to him as a good thing, but I have a very hard time doing that.)

Now, there's actually a comic (Legands, I think, not Disney canon) where Gardulla goes to Watto and tries to buy Anakin back after he wins the Boonta Eve Classic. So have some fun thoughts about what would have happened to Anakin if he hadn't gone with Qui-Gon.

In the fic, Gardulla goes to buy Anakin but of course he left with the Jedi, so Gardulla decides she'll take Shmi as payment for Watto's debts. After all, if Shmi already had one child who turned out to be a talented podracer, well, she might have more. Hence the younger sibling that comes about shortly after Anakin leaves.

When Anakin goes back to Tatooine because of the nightmares about his mom he finds out that Watto sold his mom back to Gardulla and has to go to her to buy his mom's freedom. Which would be traumatic, on multiple levels. Anakin finds out that a month before he arrived, Shmi tried to escape with the sister Anakin didn't know he had, and Gardulla had their chips detonated. Gardulla even gives him their triggered remotes as proof.

(Of course unbeknownst to Anakin, Shmi and the sister survived and are living with a village of other escaped togruta.)

A lot of canon still happens the same, including Anakin's fall, Order 66, Mustafar, etc. But when Bail Organa sees Ahsoka at Padme's funeral he tells her that he can take her to a mutual friend of theirs. Ahsoka thinks (hopes) it's Anakin at first, and is devastated when she realizes it's Obi-Wan (and then hates herself for feeling disappointment because she should be happy that Obi-Wan is still alive, but he's not Anakin, and this means that Anakin must be dead).

There's no Lars family and the Organas would have a harder time explaining a non-human daughter, so Ahsoka and Obi-Wan end up taking care of the twins. They eventually find their way to Tatooine because it's out of the Empire's notice and, well, because it's a connection to Anakin (Ahsoka's trying to hold onto anything she can that connects her to her brother and Obi-Wan is in his self-harming phase.)

And it's there that they eventually run into a little community of togruta and a woman who looks suspiciously like Anakin who has the last name Skywalker. But hey, Shmi gets to meet her grandkids at least. Even if it happens at the same time that she finds out that son she thought she'd sent away to a better life and hasn't seen in 13 years is dead. (Obi-Wan sees how much Anakin's death destroys Shmi and decides to never, ever tell her what he became. Vader will be his burden and it's a secret he will take to his grave. Anakin Vader is dead, and he'll save them from ever finding out how it really happened)

Of course, 15 years later Ahsoka goes to rescue some rebels from a walking death omen in black when she realizes the infrasound calls he's shrieking out of his mangled montrals is devastatingly familiar.

[lingodoodles9901]

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[theladyofbloodshed]

I saw your review of 'When the moon hatched ' on goodreads and cackled!

You don't know how right you are about it being ToG fanfic.

The only reason i finished it was because I was listening to the Audiobook while I cleaned

You are stronger than me to get through to the end. It was like 20 hours or something? I was listening on spotify but you only get 15 hours a month in the plan and I decided not to waste anymore on that book 😂

This review kills me

- a copycat celaena sardothien that’s somehow more annoying???! a snarky, sassy, stabby assassin 🗡️🩸that doesn’t actually do any assassinating despite the fact that apparently she is the bestest most greatest assassin in all of the rebel organization that she works for!!✨✨ And also actually he has a cabin that was his mom’s that’s really nice and has a great city where all the people are super happy and a friend group consisting of more ambiguously tan men that are not-cassian and not-azriel because they don’t have wings and his hot sister who is “the most beautiful” but she’s not Mor because she has brown hair not blonde🥰✨ Have you ever wanted to read more about the most annoying and entitled assassin in existence: Celaena Sardothien?? Well here’s her clone newest competition on the block!! 🪩Raeve🪩✨😍✨ she’s the most special special girl!!! She’s the heir to the super powerful and strong family that all got murdered while she was sleeping!! 

[thecleverqueer]

Pure speculation and likely a lot of head canon, but this is how I think everything likely happened between Ahsoka and Sabine…

(While I think the Master/ Padawan relationship was the best complex relationship to explore with Ahsoka since a romance or her own child would be super lame and out of character, it is odd that Filoni chose Sabine. But, part of me thinks that it all either clicked in his head and he assumed we all knew what happened, or he wrongfully thought Fandom could fill in the blanks)

Anyway, here goes:

In my mind, and likely right after the Battle of Lothal, Ahsoka showed up there looking for Ezra as promised to find a broken Sabine trying to hold it together after losing 1/3 of her Ghost Family to death/ disappearance and the other 2/3 to the larger Rebellion. Sabine had made a promise to watch over Lothal, and that was what she was primarily committed to doing. Ahsoka and Sabine likely trauma bonded pretty quickly, and began going on adventures together in Ahsoka’s T-6 shuttle with Huyang (who I think likely joined up with Ahsoka early on in the Rebellion. It is my theory that he was the one that inevitably rescued her from Malachor).

One of their first adventures was likely a failed attempt to find Ezra (this is what I think they were probably doing during a New Hope).

After being unable to find their long lost friend, Ahsoka and Sabine likely helped the Rebellion when necessary, but were probably more likely just helping people or pockets of resistance than fighting the Empire directly. Anakin’s betrayal shattered Ahsoka in many ways, and the politics behind it all likely twisted her stomachs (yeah, togs have two of those). Sabine probably liked this better as well because it reminded her of a simpler time with the Ghost Crew.

They likely met Luke Skywalker for the first time during this time. Hera likely kept in close contact with Sabine, and she told her about the destruction of the first Death Star. And while Ahsoka was likely incredibly reluctant to disclose any details about her fallen Master, Sabine knew his name and Luke’s existence intrigued Ahsoka (albeit probably also weirded her out a bit where she was unwilling to stay around for too long).

All the while, Sabine likely needled Ahsoka to train her as a Jedi. She probably mentioned it often, and dropped it into conversations frequently. Sabine would want to cling to something that reminded her of Kanan and Ezra, having been raised by the former and grown up alongside the latter. Ahsoka probably saw something within Sabine, possibly a force spark. There were teases in Rebels that Sabine had very slight sensitivities to the force (rewatch “The Trials of the Dark Saber” arc and the “Wolves and the Door” / “World between Worlds” arc as reference, and REALLY squint). A reluctant Ahsoka probably thought to herself, “What the hell, right? She’s not THAT force sensitive! It’s not as if her power will damn the galaxy to fall into a sinking hole of darkness if the worst aspects of my dumpster fire of a lineage seep into her by my teachings.”

Ahsoka likely began to impart her wisdom on Sabine, but was not fully committed to it herself. Ahsoka looked at her legacy and saw a wake of death and destruction that shook her to her core. She thought of her time fighting in the Clone Wars being trained more as a warrior than a Jedi (likely the source of her “I’m no Jedi” sentiments; questions and concerns more than a lack of commitment to the ideology or code). She remembered encountering her older self in the cave on Mortis, warning her that the seeds of darkness were planted inside her by her master. It scared her. Also knowing exactly what happened to her master at that point (with the knowledge of Luke’s existence), she likely became even more cold, stoic and detached; fearful that her own attachments to people could make her vulnerable to the temptation of the darkness.

Their adventures continued… but then, the destruction of Mandalore happened.

As soon as Sabine caught wind of this, she flew furiously off of the rails as Sabine does. Sabine was always impulsive and emotional. She wanted to take the Empire on, full-frontal once again. Ahsoka likely contacted Bo-Katan to assess the situation, and to see if there was anything that they could do to help. Bo-Katan told Ahsoka that it was a lost cause, and to protect Sabine at all costs (Ursa’s dying request for maximum pain), one of the few remaining Mandalorians and the last remaining member of Clan Wren. Sabine and Ahsoka fought hard, loudly and contemptuously about this. Ahsoka tried to reason with Sabine, but she wanted to go scorched-Earth. Sabine’s rage panicked Ahsoka. Ahsoka stayed to keep Sabine in check on Lothal until the dust settled, and then Ahsoka left without a word. Sabine thought that it meant that Ahsoka didn’t trust her to do the right thing, or to fight for the right causes. Ahsoka thought if Sabine had any capacity to use the force, this deep-seated anger and her inability to let go could become problematic.

Sabine remained on Lothal to keep her promise to Ezra, broken and downtrodden. With Ahsoka and her family gone, and with Hera, Zeb, and Chopper busy with the New Republic, she felt incredibly alone and refocused her energy on finding her long-lost friend …even though that felt hopeless too.

Ahsoka, also broken and downtrodden, continued to travel alone with Huyang to protect the people in the galaxy; quietly working towards peace and justice, following the Jedi ideology and code, but never truly feeling worthy of the title. When she ran into Din requesting her to take on Grogu as a padawan, not only did it frighten her further, it stung.

Din said, “A Mandalorian and a Jedi? They’ll never see it coming.”

Ahsoka smiled fondly, a deep regret inside her formed as her failure with Sabine marinated, missing Sabine dearly, and she thought, “If you only knew the half of it…”

[tenderizedjock]

this is sarge @tenderjock who is also tenderjock on ao3. i made this blog when staff deleted me for unknown crimes, but since i got my original blog back i'm using tenderized as a backup.

this blog will be multifandom: currently a lot of btvs, tog, star wars/clone wars, mcu/agent carter, with some other stuff thrown in.

i'm using this blog as a way to organize some of my au ideas and for my fic and meta on tumblr. i (usually) follow from my main blog and i don't often respond to messages or @/s to this blog.