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Last Line Challenge

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or however many you like).

Thanks for the tag, @marbled-polecat! My very last line was extremely short, so here are two:

"Eat something while you fill your pack with water and rations. We have to go."

Just a few no-pressure tags because I feel like almost no one is doing these anymore so I feel silly tagging a bunch of people 😅: @elismor @bilbosmom-belladonna @frostbitebakery @brokenphoenix99

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goat fight. non-negotiable.

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I just wanna say how incredibly insanely cool your clone armour designs are in the LOUD AU like they're just so fucking epic I can't —

Ahhhh haha oh man, I’m sweating over them all so this is greatly appreciated 💜💜💜

I’m really enjoying designing everyone’s clothes for this AU. That’s why I have half a dozen wips just for this series alone XD

I can’t wait to make them all shiny metallic white and then fuck them up :D

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I MISSED BUT STILL HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY!! 🎉 Hope it has been a fun one :)

NIN!! I just saw this 😭 Thank you so much!! 💜💜💜 I had a great day and I’m very happy about that!

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I’ve heard great things about Huion drawing tablets! They come in a broad range of size and variety AND price.

Hello! I was wondering what modern technology you use to draw. Hehehe! I want to buy one of those tablets to paint but I am not professional or anything. Would you please recommend any of those to me? Thanks.

Hi! Lolcry, idk if you'd call it modern, considering my tablet is older than some of the people using this site 😭

It's a 14-year-old Wacom Intuos 4 that they stopped even making drivers for who knows how long ago (Lego lads for scale):

idek if any companies make basic tablets like these anymore, so I live in fear of it breaking and having to shell out a gajillion dollars for something that requires me to draw on the screen. 😰 Clearly, I'm not useful for recommending whatever is available tablet-wise these days, but maybe other people have some recommendations?

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For the @codywanfirstkissbingo, I had "butterfly kiss" on my card.

I wanted to do a close up of lashes brushing against cheek but it was a nightmare and it ate all my remaining time until the deadline.

I turned it on its head later on by... putting in butterflies 😆

A great deal of thanks, again, to the mods of the bingo: @lttrsfrmlnrrgby @dontbelasagnax and @notthestarwar.

And @thesunlikehoney who asked after that particular WIP. (So many left... T_T)

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LOUD.

a Jedi Shadow!Obi-Wan AU

Introspection fucking sucks, according to Commander Fox.

The thing about him is, he’s been made out to be a bastard and ever since their batch found their calling or whatever he’s embraced that role.

Every batch needed someone who didn’t secretly want to be cuddled, who pushed others away so he could keep track of the big picture.

Cody had competed for the role for a while. As did Wolffe.

For Cody, his heart, big and fragile once you got to know him, got in the way in the end. He sees the whole picture, craves it so he won’t go crazy from the losses. But he believes in people and their goodness.

Fox doesn’t.

Wolffe made the mistake of getting the galaxy’s best General. General Koon shits rainbows and glitter, from what Fox has been forced to listen to.

Fox has… the Chancellor.

He takes a swig of water and wishes it were something stronger. But Quin is on the other side of Fox’s desk, reading glasses ever so slowly slipping down his nose while he’s crunching and tracking the numbers to prove the Chancellor is, indeed, siphoning credits off the Republic to giftwrap them for the Seppies.

He takes another swig.

Wouldn’t surprise him if Palpatine turned out to be the villain of the whole story.

Brought Fox to drink with the kind attitude, the cruelty so expertly hidden from first glance, cushioned in false promises and support.

Hadn’t been pretty. But it had been easy. You go to the right places, people are only too willing to shell out for some drinks. Entertainment and morbid curiosity what brings a clone to their knees.

Some found the lisp he has because of the scar that ransacks through his lips and tongue endearing but most hadn’t bothered with wanting him talking.

Some wanted to inspect the changes in the Corrie armor up close and cozy.

If shit hadn’t already multiplied, Organa came flouncing into the Guard offices every two weeks with a new design like they were his little dress-up dolls.

The last design, the one that stayed, had a dummy connector installed in the backplate.

Fox hadn’t mentioned it. Had stewed over how the Guard, already isolated from the rest of the GAR, wasn’t even considered for the neural network that would make them more efficient, more deadly if activated. Treated like scum on a pedestal, overlooked and taken for granted.

Fox takes every advantage he can squeeze from that.

Every batch needs a willing loner who’s got the big picture in his head at all times and doesn’t care for the minutiae.

Fox had been comfortable in that role, really. He saw Thorn and Stone and Thire and the rest of them making friends and lovers and heartbreak, and that was the last fucking thing Fox wanted.

And then came Vos. Appearing from the shadows like a designer nightmare.

For such a short time they’ve sure gone through a lot together.

To the point Vos became Quinlan became Quin became Vos again became someone Fox clung to while fighting fucking addiction and the realization that he is stupid enough to become addicted.

No matter what Quin had said, Fox was supposed to be the pinnacle of cloning and artificially creating the perfect soldier. Addiction is a weakness and fault.

Fox almost did something extremely stupid over that one.

Turns out it’s all part of the sentient experience.

Fucking sucks.

Quin had laughed at that, ugly and bruised laughter, continuing to comb his fingers over Fox’s head. “Tell me about it.”

An eloquent way to say Quin was going through withdrawal himself.

They got outside help after that.

“Hey, Depa,” Quin murmurs absently after answering his comm, pushes his glasses up.

“Quinlan, is your line still secure?”

“‘Course. Especially after Fox got his grubby little hands all over it.”

Fox shows him the middle finger of one of his grubby little hands.

“Good,” General Billaba clips out. Quin straightens up, and maybe Fox’s attention isn’t misplaced here. “Good. Commander Cody was activated by the Sith Lord and he’s bringing Obi-Wan to Coruscant.”

Activated.

Quin is silent. Blinks up at the ceiling. “Can you run that by me again?”

“Quinlan, we have reason to be believe the Chancellor is the Sith Lord.”

Hah. Fox got that one right on his bingo card, at least.

Cody got activated.

As they’ve learned, the neural network - battlefield mediation, in fancy Kamino speak - is activated by a designated Force using GAR personnel. Surprisingly, the status is even an optional display on the screens of every trooper’s vambrace. Or not so surprisingly.

Cody got activated by the Chancellor. Who is the Sith Lord the Order has been hunting.

Fox will deal with that later or never, whatever comes first.

He’s comming the Guard all across the planet, checking the weapons on his person, while General Billaba explains the situation. He appreciates her succinct manner, he’s gotta say.

“I’m on the way to detain Anakin. Mace is following the ship Commander Cody captured but we need someone to intercept them on Coruscant before he reaches Palpatine.” She halts for a brief moment. “Obi-Wan seems to believe the Commander has betrayed him when he knows about the neural link inside the clones. We are fearing the Darkness is deliberately attacking and clouding his senses.”

“I’m on my way,” Quin nods, adds with a calculating glance at Fox, “I’m not sure I have back-up.”

“Funny thing about the Alderaan design of the guard armor,” Fox comments, checking the plasma charge on his DC, and vows to give Senator fucking Organa a sliced fruit platter, “the Guard doesn’t have the connector to the neural link.”

He comms their resident medic next and orders every gundark-level tranquilizer delivered to him.

Cody got activated and is following the orders of a Sith Lord.

Stars help them.

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Username Song Game

Rules: pick a song for each letter of your URL and tag that many people.

I got tagged by the lovely, lovely @elismor 💜

F Flower by Moby

R Requins by Worakles

O Outsider (Apocalypse Remix) by a perfect circle

S Song 2 by Blur

T Teardrop by Massive Attack

B Breathe by The Prodigy

I In a spiral by Phantogram

T Toxic by 2WEI

E Empire by Hybrid

B Burn your village by Kiki Rockwell

A Angel by Massive Attack

K Kill your idols by Static-X

E Earthquake by Rachel K Collier

R Runnin by Debbie Friday

Y ????

Fifteen people?? Alright ok. Who’s got the longest usernames around here.

@slutaciouslestat @stevebuckythyla @other-peoples-coats @chiligerlofe @lttrsfrmlnrrgby @sleepingsun501 @wanderingjedihistorian @snowywinterevenings @jedi-enthusiast @hawthornsword @hawkeykirsah @ifonlyweknewwhatiwasdoing @merlyn-bane @ominouspuff @lothcatthree

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I'm screaming why is he so cute??????

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Reblog to give the person you reblogged from the ability to finish their WIPs

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I just binged your loud au and lemme just say I wifncisbdiw hhhhhhh raaaaaahhhhhHHHHHH ITS SO GOOD!!!!

Your writing? Flawless.

Your art? Amazing. Would eat if possible so good so beautiful

I just hhhhhhh

Thank you

It’s all I can think about atm (bc the plot that shouldn’t have happened is eating my brain)

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“Are you fucking shitting me,” Fox wants to say. He chooses to be more diplomatic. “Are you fucking kidding me.”

The following silence rings out in blissful languishing so he adds: “Sir.”

The Jedi General Windu presents to him like a sacrifice slowly blinks innocently.

Last time he saw Vos, the Jedi had broken into Fox’s office and made himself at home in the meticulous filing system encrypted in Fox’s personal data hub. That was after the night Vos had a breakdown on Fox’s bed. And after the excessive flirting that had led to… an acquaintance. Friends would be too bitter a word.

“Commander Fox,” General Windu says, rapidly losing the precious respect Fox has for the man as his tone becomes more apologetic by the minute, “Master Vos is in need of—“

“Arresting?” Fox guesses hapharzardly. He is not a kind man. He’s surrounded by bleeding hearts and generally, he prefers silence, so somehow that means to other people that he, too, is someone taking in strays and crying and motherhenning over the alleged cuteness of small, helpless creatures.

Vos twitches and Fox wants to punch him.

He is neither kind nor the type to forgive and forget when someone he previously had… maybe, given enough alcohol or drugs or sleep deprivation, considered opening himself up to. Vos had snooped around where he shouldn’t have and all evidence had led to him gathering intel for months in between vanishing so completely Fox had thought him dead every single time.

“A change of pace,” General Windu finishes drily. “He—“

“No.”

Not after Fox found the unlocked files of troopers who wanted out before they’d bite their blaster. He and the others have an agreement. They get troopers out who want out, no questions asked. The others want to help, though Cody is at least more pragmatic about it. Fox just sees troopers going batshit and taking more soldiers with them to death than if they deserted with help from a CC.

“I believe a working relationship would benefit both of you,” General Windu says, finally a smidgen concerned.

“He can benefit from fucking off to wherever he goes when he’s presumed dead.”

“He,” Vos chimes in, dark grey eyes trying to impress something Fox has no interest in, “is right here and has a message from a mutual friend.”

Gods damn it.

“LOUD. (So. Much. Starting to tinker with a [!!!!!!!!!]Corrie Guard armor[!!!!!!])”

….Could I request anything to do with the last part of that sentence? Or just more about Loud, if you prefer!

The Coruscant Guard’s armor had been the same as the deployed troops’ in the very beginning. Soon, certain politicians and some loud parts of the public got uncomfortable with war tanks “strolling along our streets and even the Senate”. The armor had to change. Quick. The war was already on every news outlet and ever present, the clones stationed on Coruscant did not need to remind the peaceful citizens of it.

So a more streamlined version was designed (design 12 was approved, finally) with a headset visor instead of a helmet.

This, too, was not right.

“I cannot be expected to concentrate on my duties when I see the same face everywhere!” Senators complained.

The designers gently hit their heads on their desks. And another helmet was designed.

“I am going to murder them all in cold blood,” Commander Fox was not quoted on the matter when the new design was revealed with barely any visor present. “How am I supposed to take a dump on the flimsiwork when I can’t see it.”

“If I may,” Senator Organa spoke up, and the designers for the Alderaanian guards’ armor was put in charge.

“Senator,” one of the designers said in a confidential meeting, “the specs contain restrictions and regulations that…” They looked at the holo helplessly, turning it this way and that. “Why does it need to be connected to their neural system in this manner?”

Bail is nonplussed unsurprisingly often in his life, especially when faced with the utter nonsense other Senators spew. “In what manner exactly?”

Now usually the suit provides the connector but somehow, with all the designs the previous designers went through, it was forgotten for the Coruscant Guard, hence the need for the helmet to click into the port in the clones’ neck.

“Can you, perhaps, make a dummy connector?” Bail asked after making sure his office was disconnected from any and all surveillance system.

More information was needed and Bail was a man of many, hard earned, trustworthy connections.

“Obi-Wan,” he greeted with a smile, his heart pleased to see his friend without the mask for once. It must’ve been a good day. “I need a favor.”

Bail needed someone of equal trust to look into the Guard and their inner system to see how they could circumvent the neural connection’s dubious workings. All the while making sure the clones could still be in contact with other clones and no one being the wiser they wouldn’t be able to receive orders via the very hidden, very concerning channels built into the clones’ heads. A Jedi Shadow would be excellent, given their confidential nature.

“I am ignoring how you know about them,” Obi-Wan signed with an amused twist to his scarred mouth. “I have someone in mind.”

:

“Hello there,” someone, who definitely should not be in Fox’s office at all, greeted.

“Who the kriff are you.”

The tall person shuffled around Fox’s cramped office - seriously, how did they get in here - and plopped down on the visitor’s chair. “I always wanted to say that. I’m Quinlan.”

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“And,” Bail continued, “I need you to look into something for me.”

Obi-Wan perked up at that. “You want me to sneak around the GAR?”

“Unofficially. If you’re caught, I cannot help you.”

“Of course.”

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Last Line Challenge

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you like).

I got tagged by the skill-power-house @lothcatthree

Finally got that lineart done for LOUD. Cody! Since it’s cyberpunk, the battalion number is shown on a screen, as is the general status of the clone inside the armor. As there is “deployed”, “alive”, “critical”, “dead”, and, to Cody’s puzzlement, “activated”.

It’s Open Season Tags!

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Last Line Challenge

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you like).

thank you so much for the tag, mia @forloveofcodywan <3

a bit from something I'm finishing up for the one year jedi survivor anniversary.

specifically, cal is reflecting upon all the echoes and memories he encounters.

Their past is a home that Cal’s never been in. It’s a kitchen from which he’s smelled the pastries, but never tasted one on his tongue. It’s a garden where he’s heard the laughter, but hasn’t felt the velvet of petals around his fingers or the soil beneath his bare feet.

no pressure tags: @frostbitebakery, @lovey-dovey-and-sad, @kcrabb88, @wolveria, @merlyn-bane,

@prettyboy-freakshow, @meebles, @morethansky, @vytels, @darth-grips and anyone else that want to join in the love <3

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i miss the part of fandom where we would watch together in real time then hiatus would be a feral expanse of creativity that would bring such innovative fics to the masses that it was just a wild time. it's just harder to tap into that now. i guess we still can but gosh what a time it was. speaking as an introvert who has a hard time keeping in touch it was great to jump on and just be with everyone's enthusiasm. some of my favourite things were jumping on a crack pairing or just taking one throw away line and world building with other fans with that

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star wars fanartists draw cody like the Pope has commissioned them for a sci-fantasy sistine chapel and Cody is baby jesus

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Last Line Challenge

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like). 

I got no-pressure-tagged by @cacodaemonia 💜

Since my bday is over, we’re back to our regular schedule. Last, linear time we saw Cody and Obi-Wan in LOUD. they both got into a rescue shuttle while Grievous got turned into space confetti.

Cody is warm against his back when the Force cries out screams lashes its despair into Obi-Wan’s mind like a whip.

The moment he startles awake from the light doze, Cody’s arms around him tighten into a vice.

“There you are,” Cody says, hisses like a satisfied snake, and it’s his voice but not and Obi-Wan is too tired and exhausted after dealing with Grievous and wrapping the Malvolence like a gift for Mace and Cody, Cody, Cody—

“I am arresting you for treason against the Emperor,” Cody says, says like a droid, empty and hollow and what the kriffing stars is going on.

“Let go,” he taps against Cody’s thigh and is put on his front for the trouble, arms pulled behind his back roughly.

It clicks with the first handcuff that— Cody

Cody

Cody

Cody has betrayed him.

Before the second click, Obi-Wan bucks up, turns, and he’s got the length connecting the cuffs around Cody’s neck. Kicks into Cody’s knee and weight into the make-shift garrote. Perhaps unconsciousness will grant them time for explanations and they can work through this.

Mind churning, whirling, puzzling, how could Cody do this, who is driving him to do this because surely—

How could Obi-Wan not see—

Cody falls back into him, grips Obi-Wan’s hand holding one cuff link, grips it hard, and hits against Obi-Wan’s other, still cuffed arm.

The cuff’s chain breaks, so does Obi-Wan’s wrist, and playing nice is over.

Also polishing up lineart :D

No pressure tagging @bluemaskedkarma @mxopifex @merlyn-bane @omaano @oathkeeperoxas