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"just write a little every day" ok but what if i write nothing for 3 weeks and then suddenly type like i’m being hunted by god

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Nobody, Somebody, Cody (A post-Clone Wars and Bad Batch fan fic)

Title: Nobody, Somebody, Cody.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2400

Characters: Commander Cody, YOU (Reader)

Tags: CC-2224 | Cody Needs a Hug, CC-2224 | Cody-centric, Hurt CC-2224 | Cody, Cody deserved better, Slow Burn, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Post-clone wars, Post-Revenge of the Sith, POV Second Person, Post-Bad BatchPost-Canon Fix-It, CC-2224 | Cody Gets A Hug, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon) Season/Series 03

Summary: He told you his name was Nobody but you quickly deduced he was somebody: Cody.

For the clone X reader prompt-a-thon being run by the @cloneficgiftexchange

Prompt for Autumn: making soup

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/65307979

You found him bloody, bruised, and unconscious in the alley behind the diner in which you worked. 

A victim of the local ruffians terrorizing the area. 

Evident by the fact he wore nothing but a black body glove. 

A scraggly beard and mane of unwashed hair covered most of his face that wasn’t black and blue.

How he ended up on this backwater planet wasn’t much of a mystery. 

Most clones were forced out of service after the Clone Wars ended. 

The few who weren’t either worked in administrative type roles or helped train the recruits brought in to replace them. 

Many ended up just like this man, homeless, and begging for credits. 

Which they often spent on spice or alcohol. 

Given the man reeked of stale beer, you assumed that was what he spent his last credits on. 

Numbing the pain in the only way he could. 

Temper surged at the treatment of men like him. 

A soldier who loyally served what had been a Republic until the Chancellor decreed himself Emperor. 

Ruthlessly kicked aside once he was deemed as being no longer of any use. 

Without benefits or much in the way of rights because he was viewed by many as hard merchandise instead of a sentient being. 

You set your outrage aside — not away because that was beyond your ability — and focused on him. 

Anger wouldn’t clean and bandage his wounds or help him get back on his feet. 

He was too heavy for you to carry on your own so you get help from Ta’o, the service droid who worked in the diner. 

Together, you got him to the small quarters allotted for low-income beings like you. 

He regained consciousness as you started to remove his body glove to check the injuries to his chest and abdomen. 

“Easy,” you said when he made to bolt upright. “I mean you no harm.” 

“Where’m I?” he slurred as he looked about with bloodshot eyes. “What’s this place?”

“My quarters.” 

“Why’m I here?”

“Because you were attacked in the alley behind the diner.” You go to the cabinet in your fresher and retrieved what meager medical supplies you had on hand. “My quarters were the closest place I could think to bring you to treat your injuries.” 

“Shoulda left me out there to rot.” 

“No.” You filled a bowl with water that you brought back with the medical supplies. “I couldn’t do that.” 

“Why not?” His eyes closed, more a long blink than anything. “Others would’ve.”

“That’s them.” You wet a cloth and use it to dab at the cut still oozing blood by his right eye. “Not me.” 

A hiss was followed by, “Kriff, that stings.” 

“Sorry,” you said sincerely. “I don’t mean to hurt you.”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it.” The caf colored eyes that met yours were bleak. “Had worse in the war.”

The scar running along his right temple and down his cheek testified to that. 

Other scars were visible under the bruises mottling his chest and abdomen. 

Added to your anger and resentment. 

Again, you set your emotions aside and focused on the task at hand. 

“Who are you?” You asked as you continued to wash away the blood and grime. “Do you have a name you go by?” 

You didn’t bother to ask what his designation number was. 

The second he was kicked out of the GAR that number ceased to exist. 

He replied, “Nobody,” in a voice rife with pain and exhaustion. “I’m Nobody.” 

His belief he was nobody hurt worse than when you burned your palms on the hot grill. 

This man was a soldier. 

A far cry from being a nobody in your eyes. 

Yet, that’s what the Republic — and now the Empire — treated him as. 

Nobody.

A nothing. 

Clones have less worth than droids, you realized as you applied bacta gel to his cuts. 

Slaves had more rights than clones. 

Which spoke loudly to the disparity given slaves were also seen as hard merchandise.

Healing his outer injuries would be easy. 

The wounds he carried on the inside, however, would require time and patience. 

Things you could offer. 

Along with something you suspected he never had before: friendship. 

“There,” you said once finished. “That should take care of the cuts and most of those bruises.” 

He made to sit up, but you stopped him with a hand to the shoulder.

“You need to rest.” 

“I will once I…” 

“You can leave in the morning if you choose,” you said, tone firm. “For tonight, though, you need to let your body recover.” 

An objection flickered briefly in his eyes, but he nodded after a moment and settled back on your sleep couch. 

Satisfied, you covered him with a blanket before getting up to put away the medical supplies and shower. 

After you were finished, you checked on Nobody. 

He was resting but that was all he was doing. 

You resisted the urge to stroke his hair as your mother did when you were a child.

You weren’t his mother, and he wasn’t a child. 

No, he was a former soldier. 

Viewed as little more than hard merchandise by people who claimed to have the interests of the galaxy in mind. 

An expendable commodity. 

Trainable, dependable, expendable, and at the end of it all, replaceable.

…

“General, I’m sorry!” Startled you from your slumber. “I’m sorry, sir!” 

Sorry? you wondered as you blinked open gritty eyes to murky darkness and tense silence. Sorry, for what? 

There could be any number of things Nobody could be apologizing for. 

War required people to do things, dark and desperate things. 

Some in the name of service.

Others to ensure survival. 

All came with a steep price: the souls of the survivors. 

Your grandfather, a former soldier, taught you that. 

He, like Nobody, had been kicked aside once he was no longer of use by those who commissioned him into service. 

Only, his term was acknowledged in official records. 

His sacrifices honored with medals and awards. 

His existence more than a notation on history chips. 

A hoarse cry was followed by, “General Kenobi!” 

Even on this backwater planet you’ve heard of General Kenobi. 

Hailed as the Negotiator on the Holonet. 

A Jedi renowned for his daring and bravery in battle. 

Now branded a traitor. 

Hunted by bounty hunters and individuals called Inquisitors. 

Disreputable beings who aided the Emperor’s enforcer, Darth Vader in tracking down Jedi survivors and other Force-sensitive beings for nefarious purposes. 

“I’m sorry, General!” 

The wrenching grief in those words caused your heart to ache.

Nobody bled from wounds invisible to the naked eye. 

Memories no amount of alcohol could erase consumed him. 

Ghosts he couldn’t fight haunted him awake or asleep. 

You padded over to where Nobody lay sobbing amidst the tangled covers. 

“Nobody.” You sat on the edge of the sleep couch and placed a hand on his arm. “Wake up. You’re dreaming.” 

“No.” The word was barely a whisper. “I gave the order to shoot General Kenobi. I couldn’t stop myself. I was ordered to execute him and did so.” 

And look what you got in return, you told him silently. Aloud, though, you said, “You were a soldier. You had no choice but to follow orders.” 

“I wanted to disobey.” He curled himself into a ball. “The General wasn’t a traitor. The Chancellor was. He was the Sith the Jedi were seeking.” A shudder rolled through him into you. “It was him and they didn’t see it.” 

“He fooled many with his benevolent, grandfatherly facade.” 

“Because of him I turned on my General.” His bitterness stung the air. “General Kenobi is dead because I obeyed the orders of a Sith Lord.”

“General Kenobi is not dead, though.” 

“He fell on Utapau,” Nobody said. “I saw him fall.”

“Yes, but he didn’t die.” 

“He didn’t?” His head turned towards you, brow furrowed. “You’re sure?” 

“Well, there wouldn’t be a bounty on him if he was dead.” 

Shock, relief, and fear shot through those red-rimmed eyes. “He survived then.” 

“Yes.” You squeezed his arm gently. “You didn’t kill him.”

“I still turned on him, though.” 

“You were a pawn in a game you had no choice in playing.” Soft, but firm. “That makes you as much a victim as everyone else the Emperor hurt.” 

“I’m a soldier.” 

“Who was manipulated by a man seeking to get rid of his enemies just so he could name himself Emperor.” You squeezed his arm again. “You’re a victim here, Nobody.”

His mouth opened to issue the sharp denial in his gaze but snapped shut. 

Confusion creased his brow. 

Pursed his lips. 

Until you pointed it out, he never considered himself a victim. 

It was what he was, however. 

Along with the rest of the clones who served alongside him. 

“Don’t matter now.” He turned his head to the side. “Not a soldier anymore.” 

No, you silently agreed as silence fell between you. He isn’t a soldier. 

He wasn’t anything in his mind. 

A nobody.

Nothing. 

Because he was taught he was little better than hard merchandise. 

An expendable commodity. 

Trainable, dependable, expendable, and at the end of it all, replaceable.

…

“You’re Commander Cody, aren’t you?” 

Surprise tinged his voice. “How’d you figure out who I am?”

“Well, I suspected who you were based on your scar,” you admitted as you finished turning his scraggly beard into a rather attractive mustache and goatee. “Your connection to General Kenobi confirmed it, however.”

“Many served under the general,” he pointed out. “Not just me.” 

“They didn’t receive orders from the Chancellor to execute a Jedi General, though,” you said as you attacked his mop of curls. “You did because you were commander of General Kenobi’s battalion. Making you Cody.”

A soft Tt was his response. 

He didn’t refute your claim, though. 

Confirmation of his identity doesn’t change your feelings towards him. 

Nor your decision to help him overcome his demons. 

You brushed your fingers through his hair, as much to test its softness as to clear out the hair you’ve snipped. You chose not to cut it short. He had no need for the regulated haircut most clones wore during the war. 

He wasn’t a soldier. 

Not anymore. 

Nobody was somebody. 

A man named Cody. 

Who was free now to not only figure out who he was but what his place in the galaxy was, as well. 

“There,” you announced as you brushed off the last clippings. “All done.”

“Don’t see why I need to clean myself up,” he groused. “Just gonna wash dishes.”

“Doesn’t mean you gotta look like a bum.” You hand him the tunic and leggings you picked up while running errands before your shift. “Here, I got these for you.” 

He stared at the clothing for a moment before taking them with hands shaking harder than the trees did during one of the windstorms which frequently ravaged the planet. 

Sobriety doesn’t come quick nor easy. 

The worst was behind him, however.  

He was no longer hard merchandise. 

An expendable commodity. 

Trainable, dependable, expendable, and at the end of it all, replaceable.

…

“What’s that you’re making?” Cody stacked clean bowls on the counter next to where you worked. “It smells familiar.” 

“It’s spicy Gargon gumbo.” You added more broth to the pot and stirred. “It was served on Taungsday at a diner I apprenticed in before the end of the Clone Wars.” 

“You lived on Coruscant?” 

“I moved there after my father was asked by Senator Trewlli to serve as his aide. Something I wish he had refused as it cost him his life,” you added, with just a hint of bitterness. “He was killed by a bomb planted in the senator’s private transport right before the Galactic Senate were to vote on the creation of an Army of the Republic.” 

“It was already created,” Cody said quietly. “My brothers and I were readied for deployment before the senate voted on the creation of the GAR.” 

Another event manipulated by the man who now called himself Emperor. 

“You and your brothers are the best thing to come from this.” You nodded to a bowl of diced bits and bobs on the counter behind you. “Hand me that, please?” 

Cody wiped his hands on his apron before grabbing the bowl. “All this goes into making spicy Gargon gumbo?” 

“It’s what makes it a gumbo.” You indicated for him to pour everything into the simmering pot. “I only do one thing differently.” 

“What’s that?” 

“I don’t add Dex’s extra special spice.” 

“Extra special spice?” One dark brow arched. “What extra special spice?” 

“One that made you crave his food.” 

“No wonder General Kenobi advised we don’t eat there regularly.” 

“You wouldn’t have fit into your uniforms if you did,” you teased as you placed the lid on to let the gumbo simmer. “Dex served affordable food because he saw it was needed but it wasn’t the healthiest.” 

“The smells remind me of a gumbo General Kazzarin served us every Life Day until the end of the war.”

“River Witch Gumbo?” 

Cody blinked his eyes wide. “You’ve heard of it?” 

“Dex told me he got the idea for a gumbo from a Dathomiri witch he knew before the start of the war.”

“That’s who made River Witch Gumbo for us.” 

“A Dathmiri witch?” 

“Yes.” A hint of melancholy shadowed Cody’s face. “She wasn’t like the other Jedi.” 

“Because she was a witch?” 

“No, because she didn’t see us as an expendable commodity.” 

“Because you’re not.” 

“She treated us as members of her clan and not solely as soldiers serving under her command.” He moved back to the sink and started on the dishes leftover from the breakfast crowd. “I have no idea if she survived Order 66.” 

“Well, I recall seeing a bounty on a Jedi with the name of Kazzarin.” You turned to take a ticket from the waitress, Ulna. “Safe to say she survived since the bounty was current.” 

Much like General Kenobi’s. 

“She called us good men.”

“She’s right.” You placed a hand on his back and leaned up to place a soft kiss to his cheek. “You are a good man, Cody.” 

Not the nobody he believed himself a few months ago. 

Cody no longer viewed himself as hard merchandise. 

Nor an expendable commodity. 

Yes, he started life as a soldier. 

One who was trainable, dependable, and expendable, but you showed him he wasn’t replaceable.

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“Your scarecrow outfit’s starting to smear off,” Cody says with a grin. “Least I dressed up.” Drawing a breath, Rex looks at the holopicture his brother holds up as evidence. The nose is a bit smudged, but nothing else is too out of place. Glancing at his scarecrow mini-me, he’s pleased to see her makeup’s stayed on rather well.

Redraw from Oh's where Rex decides to set up a fall harvest for the town then loses a child--his child--during it.

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For Fives (A Clone Wars fic)

Title: For Fives

Summary: Y/N are standing at the monument for the fallen clones when a surprise visitor joins you: Kix

Characters: Y/N, Fives (briefly), and Kix

Ratings: All Audiences

Warnings: Post-Fives death, Y/N X Fives, grief, mourning, angst, bonding over mutual loss, advances the storyline of Kix investigating the chips but “disappearing”.

Written for the @cloneficgiftexchange using the summer prompt: outdoor lanterns twinkling in the light of the moon (kinda 😂)

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Lanterns situated on each corner of the mural highlighted the names — so many, many names — etched onto the rocky surface. 

Many of the names were from the first Battle of Geonosis and so you don’t recognize them. 

There are others, however, that you do.

Such as Keeli, who was killed on Rhyloth. 

Cutup, who had been eaten by a Rishi eel after their post was infiltrated. 

Hevy, who manually detonated a bomb so the moon base wouldn’t fall into Separatists hands. 

Hawkeye, killed during the Zillo Beast’s rampage across Coruscant.

99, a defective clone who sacrificed himself to defend Kamino when it was under attack by General Grievous. 

Hardcase, killed while destroying an Umbaran flagship.

Waxer, also struck down on Umbara following erroneous intel.

Dogma, executed for turning on his Jedi General and killing him. 

Tup, dead from a virus concocted to kill clones. 

Fives, shot after trying to assassinate the Chancellor. 

The last hurts you most of all. 

You and Fives had gotten… friendly with each other the last few years.  

You met here at this very monument, actually. 

Fives wasn’t the first clone you encountered. The food-stall you worked in the marketplace was quite popular among the clones. 

Who were fed a diet even babies would object too. 

Your food-stall was how you met many of those whose names now appeared on the monument, in fact. 

Fives, however, was different. 

Charming, witty, daringly bold, loyal to his brothers and those he considered a friend, empathetic and caring. 

You bonded over a mutual love for Ubardian oil wrestling and bang-corn. 

Things between you changed after Fives found himself nearly executed for disobedience. 

The man who left and the one who came back were not the same. 

Gone was Fives exuberance and stalwart belief in the Republic he served. 

“We’re nothing but a commodity,” he told you as you laid together on your sleep couch. “Trainable, dependable, expendable, and more than anything else, replaceable.”

Fives started staying with you whenever he had leave. 

You questioned once if he would get into trouble for living with you instead of in the barracks with his brothers. 

His reply was there was no “official rule” prohibiting clones from engaging in romantic relationships. 

Thus, you enjoyed what little time he got for leave by working in the community garden, cooking meals, walking around the lower levels, or spending quiet evenings watching the busy Coruscant sky traffic while sharing some Corellian fried ice cream.

You never discussed life after the war because Fives didn’t see himself surviving it. 

He was a soldier, after all. 

Trainable, dependable, expendable, and more than anything else, replaceable.

“Thought I’d find you here,” is said in the same warm velvety baritone Fives had. 

You turn your head, expecting Rex or even Jesse, but find Kix was the one who joined you. 

“I had to see his name for myself.” 

“Do you believe what the Holonet is saying about him?” 

“No.” Short, simple. “Fives would never try to assassinate the Chancellor.” 

Not without a good reason, at least. 

“He came to see me.” Soft, somber. “Right before he was killed.”

You wet your lips with your tongue as you debated if you wanted to ask the question rumbling through you. 

“Did he say why they accused him of being a traitor?” 

“Yeah, uh…” Kix rubbed the back of his head. Much as Fives did whenever he was trying to figure out how to say something complex. “He said it was the Chancellor. That he was framing him.” 

“Framing him?” Your brow furrowed. “But… why?”

It made no sense. 

Fives was simply a soldier. 

An Arc-Trooper, in fact. 

Not a clone commando, who specialized in covert infiltration, sabotage, demolition and assassinations. 

“Fives uncovered a plot against us clones.” Kix’s eyes flashed with a mix of disdain and dismay. “And against the Jedi.” 

You rock back as if slapped. 

Your right cheek, in fact, burned as if you had been struck. 

“A plot against you and the Jedi?” you managed around the lump in your throat. “What kind of plot?”

“I don’t know exactly,” Kix admitted with a grimace. “All I got out of Fives was something about inhibitor chips and that the Chancellor is involved.”

“The Chancellor?” You shake your head as if that will do anything to dispel the confusion making you dizzy. “I don’t understand… why would the Chancellor plot against you and the Jedi?” 

“I don’t know.” Kix’s eyes, the same rich shade of brown as Fives, met yours. “I’m gonna find out, though.” Determination firmed his jaw. Glittered in those dark depths. “I promise you.” 

You did not doubt him. 

Not for one minute. 

Clones were loyal to each other. 

They were all they had.  

Given how friends and families of their own wasn’t something they were allowed. 

Clones were regarded as hard merchandise. 

Created to serve the Republic. 

They had few actual rights and no voices to represent them in the senate.  

Save for one. 

Yours. 

You could speak for the clones. 

Protest their lack of rights.

Fight to earn them citizenship.  

You could make sure all those listed on the slab of rock before you did not die in vain. 

“I’ll help.” You reached out to trace Fives designation number. “We’ll see him avenged by uncovering the truth and exposing those responsible.”

“No,” Kix said, tone firm. “It’s too dangerous. Fives wouldn’t want you getting hurt.”

“You can’t do this alone.” Nobody could. “Together, we stand a chance of finding out the truth and preventing whatever from happening.” 

Proving Fives wasn’t a traitor in the process. 

That he was a good and loyal soldier. 

An honest and honorable man. 

Who was murdered to keep the truth from being exposed.

“We should talk with Rex.” Kix ran a hand across the back of his head. “He and General Skywalker were with Fives when he was killed. Rex might know more about these inhibitor chips and the Chancellor’s involvement in whatever plot.” 

“Bring him to my food stall.” 

“Your food stall?” Kix’s brow creased. “Why?”

“Because it won’t appear unusual.” 

No, it would seem as if the two were simply there to enjoy bright jewel rice and deep-fried gorg. 

Understanding dawned on Kix’s face. 

So much like Fives it hurt. 

“I’ll bring him tomorrow evening,” he said.

It never happened, however, as orders came the next morning for Kix to deploy with the rest of the 501st.

You would never see him again.

He, much like Fives, became another casualty of war.

One orchestrated by the Chancellor who branded Fives as a traitor.

And who now called himself Emperor.

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Flowers (Clone Wars fic)

Title: Flowers

Summary: You get the idea to plant a garden for the clones after seeing Cody and Rex.

Rating: All Audiences

Characters: Cody, Rex, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Original Jedi characters

Tags: YOU (2nd person POV), friendship, set during clone wars era, fluff and a bit of humor.

This was inspired by the Seasons prompts put together for the @cloneficgiftexchange but is not a clone x reader fic. It was just a bit of fluffiness I decided to write around clones deserving something good like a garden to walk through

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Outsiders, in general, weren’t allowed inside the Jedi Temple. 

Not without special permission from the High Council. 

The Jedi Temple was, after all, where initiates were brought in order to learn the ways of the Force. 

You, yourself, came here when you were an infant and raised in the nursery until you were old enough to transition to one of the youngling clans. 

Where you’d remain until chosen by a Knight or Master as their padawan.  

Today, though, marked one of those rare occurrences where the doors were opened and outsiders allowed inside the Temple’s hallowed halls. 

Dignitaries floated in and out all morning. 

Most paid you no mind. 

A few, like the pretty Senator from Naboo, favored you with a kind smile. 

As did Senator Organa, another frequent visitor to the Temple.  

The two troopers who strode across the foyer most interested you, however. 

Clone Commanders often met with their Jedi Generals and Commanders outside the Temple.  

Few ever came inside. 

If they did enter the Temple, you and your fellow younglings were hurried back to your dormitory. 

Making this a truly wondrous moment for you.

You stopped to watch them despite knowing you could be chastised for doing so by a Knight or Master. You couldn’t help it. This was a rare opportunity to see them up close and personal. Especially since they carried their helmets under their arms so you could see their faces. 

Identical faces save for the unusually shaped scar cutting a path down the face of the darker haired clone. 

The blond hair and jaig eyes on the helmet of the second clone had excitement coursing through you.

Only one clone bore both: Captain Rex. 

Meaning the one with him was Commander Cody. 

Which made sense as Master Kenobi waited by the lifts. They stopped in front of him and snapped a salute.

“General,” they said in unison. 

“Cody, Rex.” Master Kenobi confirmed as he greeted them with a small smile. “Thank you for coming.” 

Awe crept over you. 

Unbecoming of a Jedi but you couldn’t help it. 

Master Kenobi and Skywalker spoke highly of the two. 

Applauded them for their daring and cunning. 

For their prowess in battle. 

They’re worthy of the praise given them in your opinion. 

You inched closer, wanting a better look, but they disappeared into the lift with Master Kenobi before you managed more than two steps. 

“Who were the men with Master Kenobi?” Your friend, and fellow crèche mate, Ashti questioned as she joined you. 

“Commander Cody and Captain Rex.” 

“Really?” Her eyes blinked wide. “That was them?” 

“Yep.” 

“Why do you think they are here?” 

“Probably meeting with the Council about what happened at the Senate Building yesterday.”

“I thought Master Skywalker thwarted the assassination attempt on Chancellor Palpatine?” 

“He did.” You and Ashti head for the Jedi Archives. Where you had been going when you caught sight of Cody and Rex. “Doesn’t mean another attempt won’t be made, though.” 

Especially two other attempts had already been made since the start of the war. You fall into silence as you enter the Archives. 

Not wanting to raise the ire of Master Nu. 

Who would report you to Master Vo Kai. 

An idea forms as you sit there scrolling through pages on Jedi history. 

Unlike Jedi, who called the Temple home while on Coruscant, clones lived in barracks. 

Drab, colorless, soulless buildings designed for function and practicality. 

As such they were utterly devoid of the things which made the Temple warm, inviting, and comforting. 

There were no statues or artwork on the walls depicting those clones who performed a heroic feat or partook in a battle worth immortalizing. 

No archives which told stories of their culture or preserved the memories of their dead. 

Barracks didn’t have meditation chambers for clones to sit in and reflect on events or mourn their lost members. 

They didn’t even possess a garden for the clones to walk through while on leave. 

Something you realized could be fixed.

All it would take was permission from Masters Yoda and Windu, help from the Agricultural Corp, and hands willing to plant the seeds. 

Master Kazzarin could help, you realized as you pushed back your chair. 

She could speak with Masters Yoda and Windu, get permission from them to build a garden for the clones who served the Republic so loyally. 

“Where are you going?” Ashti asked in a whisper. “Our assignments are due tomorrow!”

“I know but I need to speak with Master Kazzarin.” 

“Master Kazzarin?” One brow arched. “Why?” 

“Cause I want to build a garden for the clones.”

Surprise raced across Ashti’s face. “You want to build a garden for the clones?”

“Yep.”

“Why?” 

“Cause the barracks are void of anything that makes it a home.” 

“Why a garden, though?” 

“How do you feel when you walk through the gardens here?” 

Ashti’s brow creased. “At peace.” 

Something as Jedi they were supposed to strive for. 

There were no emotions, after all. 

Only peace. 

Which you remind Ashti of before exiting the archives. 

You decided to start your search with the Temple Garden. 

You had seen Master Kazzarin there a number of times. 

Often in the company of Master Kenobi. Who you also believed would support and endorse your cause to build a garden. 

You can’t believe your good fortune when you discover Commander Cody and Captain Rex at the entrance to the garden.

Both turn at your approach and offer a salute. 

Why, you don’t understand. 

You’re not a soldier, like them. 

You’re not even a padawan. 

Not yet, anyway. 

Younglings barely older than you have passed their Initiate Trials and been chosen as padawans. 

You, yourself, have passed two of those requisites. 

All you needed to do was construct a lightsaber to prove your readiness to ascend to the status of padawan. 

The first Gathering had been postponed because of the assassination attempt on the Chancellor. 

The next time Ilum would be in  position would be in seventeen days. 

Long as a Jedi escort was available, you anticipated journeying to the planet and facing your final trial. 

“Why do you salute me?” you questioned, curiously. “I’m not a padawan.” 

“It’s customary to salute.” Captain Rex lowered his arm to his side but remained straight as an arrow. “It signifies respect.” 

“I should salute you then.” 

“Jedi don’t salute clones,” came from Commander Cody. 

“We should, though,” Master Kazzarin said as she joined them in the entrance of the garden, hands folded demurely in front of her, and a gentle smile curving her lips. “Clones deserve far more respect than they are shown for the sacrifices they make.” 

“We’re but simple soldiers, General.” 

“No, Cody.” Master Kazzarin set a hand on the clone commander’s shoulder. “You’re good men.”

“That’s why I want to build a garden in the clone barracks.” Horror and humiliation crashed over you as the words burst from you. Inwardly, you groaned, and prayed the floor would open up and swallow you whole. “I apologize, Master, I didn’t mean…” 

“Relax, young one.” A hand settled now on your shoulder. “Your desire to build a garden in the clone barracks is a noble and generous offer. I, in fact, have debated doing such a thing, myself.” 

“You will help then?” You dart a hopeful look at her. “You will ask Masters Yoda and Windu for permission to build a garden?” 

“I will.”

Nothing, save for passing your Initiate Trials, and being chosen by a master, could’ve filled you with this much happiness. 

Unbecoming of a Jedi but, well, you weren’t one. 

Yet. 

[msshezza]

Epitome of FAFO

Godzilla vs Chicago 2025

Costa and Browne

[msshezza]

This was the standard set by Hayden and Ewan.

OWK was a huge downgrade.

Hayden and Ewan had not missed a step.

Their choreographer absolutely failed to deliver the fight sequences we could’ve had if Dickney were not involved.

Come at me all you want but you will never convince me that we were not cheated with this show.

I forgot how freaking good the lightsaber fights were in the OWK show

I love that we get to see Obi-Wan fight again and not hold back against the Empire or Anakin. His fighting style seems so much more offensive, more aggressive and I think it shows a bit of his character development, how he has changed in 10 years.

I love it, masterpiece.

[msshezza]

“Ho Ho Ho, have you been a good Godzilla?”

Happy Holidays!

[msshezza]

“Your scarecrow outfit’s starting to smear off,” Cody says with a grin. “Least I dressed up.” Drawing a breath, Rex looks at the holopicture his brother holds up as evidence. The nose is a bit smudged, but nothing else is too out of place. Glancing at his scarecrow mini-me, he’s pleased to see her makeup’s stayed on rather well.

Redraw from Oh's where Rex decides to set up a fall harvest for the town then loses a child--his child--during it.

Find the story here!

Original drawing below the cut

[msshezza]

Y/N: I wish I could’ve been on one of those ghost hunting tv shows.

Daryl: Might’a been too dangerous.

Y/N: You’re silly. I wouldn’t have been in any danger.

Daryl: Was talkin’ ‘bout for the ghosts.

[msshezza]

WHUMPTOBER 2024: PROMPTS LIST

Welcome to Whumptober 2024 — Seventh Time's a Charm!

Please make sure to read the Event Info and FAQ below carefully, as most of your questions will be answered there already. For everything else, you are welcome to come to our ask box or ask questions in our Discord server here.

This year’s AO3 Collection can be found here.

This year's playlist can be found here.

And the Anatomy of a Whumptober Prompt post can be found here.

We’re very excited to see the community come together for another year of Whumptober! Go wild with the prompts, and support your fellow creators - we wish you all the fun!

Best of luck and happy whumping,

Mods Vanne, Yenn, Kitty and Surro

(Text versions of the prompts, as well as event information, rules and FAQ are posted below the cut!)

Whumptober 2024 Prompt List

No. 1: RACE AGAINST THE CLOCK

Search Party | Panic Attack | "If only we could hold on.” (Icysami x Renegaderr, Strangers.)

No. 2: TRUST ISSUES

Amusement Park | Role Reversal | “You got away with the crime while the knife's in my back.” (Charlotte Sands, Rollercoaster)

No. 3: SET UP FOR FAILURE

Fingerprints | Wrongfully Arrested | "I warned you."

No. 4: HALLUCINATIONS

Hypnosis | Sensory Deprivation | “You're still alive in my head.” (Billy Lockett, More)

No. 5: SUNBURN

Healing Salve | Heatstroke | "If my pain will stretch that far." (Lottery Winners, Burning House)

No. 6: NOT REALISING THEY'RE INJURED

Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms | Healed Wrong | "It's not my blood."

No. 7: ONLY FOR EMERGENCIES

Unconventional Weapon | Magic with a Cost | "It's us or them."

No. 8: SLEEP DEPRIVATION

Isolation Chamber | Forced to Stay Awake | "Leave the lights on." (Coldplay, Midnight)

No. 9: OBSESSION

Broken Window | Bruises | “Frame me up on the wall, just to keep me out of trouble.” (Fall Out Boy, Irresistible)

No. 10: BLOW TO THE HEAD

Slurred Words | Passing Out from Pain | "I can't think straight."

No. 11: SEEING DOUBLE

Convenience Store | Loneliness | “Leave no trace behind, like you don't even exist.” (Taylor Swift, Illicit Affairs)

No. 12: STARVATION

Underground Caverns | Cannibalism | "Just a little more."

No. 13: TEAM AS A FAMILY

Familial Curse | Multiple Whumpees | "Death will do us part." (Set It Off, Partner's In Crime)

No. 14: LEFT FOR DEAD

Hunting Gear | Blackmail | “Because I want you to know what it feels like to be haunted” (tiLLie, kooL aiD mAn)

No. 15: CHILDHOOD TRAUMA

Painful Hug | Moment of Clarity | "I did good, right?"

No. 16: NECROSIS

Swamp | Wound Cleaning | "No, I can't feel anything."

No. 17: NOWHERE ELSE TO GO

Ruined Map | Shipwrecked | "We had a good run."

No. 18: REVENGE

Unreliable Narrator | Loss of Identity | “I see what's mine and take it.” (Panic! at the Disco, Emperor's New Clothes)

No. 19: BLOOD TRAIL

Abandoned Cabin | One Way Out | "Is there anybody alive out there?" (Bruce Springsteen, Radio Nowhere)

No. 20: EMOTIONAL ANGST

Shoulder to Cry On | Giving Permission to Die | "It's not your fault."

No. 21: BODY HORROR

Body Horror | Tattoo Gun | Spirit Possession | “Let the bedsheet soak up the tears.” (Apparat feat. Soap & Skin, Goodbye)

No. 22: BLEEDING THROUGH BANDAGES

Tourniquet | Reopening Wounds | "Oh that's not good."

No. 23: FORCED CHOICE

Public Display | Broken Pedestal | "I'm doing this for you."

No. 24: RADIATION POISONING

Collapsed Building | Equipment Failure | “I never knew daylight could be so violent.” (Florence + The Machine, No Light, No Light)

No. 25: SURGERY

Stitches | Being Monitored | "It's for your own good."

No. 26: NIGHTMARES

Breakfast Table | Parting Words of Regret | “I'm haunted by the lies that I have loved, the actions I have hated.” (Poe, Haunted)

No. 27: VOICELESS

Laboratory | Muzzled | “I have no mouth and I must scream.”

No. 28: DENIAL

CCTV | Exposure | "They caught me red handed."

No. 29: FATIGUE

Labyrinth | Burnout | "Who said you could rest?"

No. 30: RECOVERY

Hospital Bed | Holding Back Tears | "What have I done?"

No. 31: ASKING FOR HELP

Therapy | Making Amends | "I'm alive, I'm just not well." (Elliot Lee, Alive, Not Well.)

Alternatives List:

Body Swap

Communication Barrier

Finding Old Messages

Forgotten

Friendly Fire

Motion Sickness

No-Holds-Barred Beatdown

Regret

Secrets Revealed

Shivering

Survivor's Guilt

Time Loop

Used As Bait

Venom

Vermin

Event Info & Rules

WHUMPTOBER is a month-long, prompt-based creation challenge (think: Inktober, but whumpier). There are 31 official themes this year - one for each day of the month - which can be used, skipped, or combined in any way you’d like. They are meant to serve as inspiration without being taken literally (e.g. you don’t have to include the exact wording of prompts into your work). Feel free to run rampant on interpretation. For example, if the prompt is “flame", you could create something with reference to a candle/campfire, your character could have suffered a burn, or the flame could be a reference to an ‘old flame’ - an old relationship. It’s truly down to you!

In total, there are 4 prompts for each day. These are optional suggestions and can be used in conjunction with the theme, or as options/alternatives.  We want to give everyone as much creative freedom as possible, as well as increase event accessibility for folks with triggers and squicks. There is also a list of 15 alternative prompts that can be subbed in for any day, again to give participants as much creative freedom as possible.

Creators can PRODUCE work in any media they choose, including but not limited to: writing, visual artwork, photo/video/audio edits, paper crafts and elaborate recommendation lists (not just a list of links). Creators can PARTICIPATE as much or as little as they want (i.e. you don’t have to do ALL the prompts if you don’t want to) and prompts can be used in any order. They are also free to use even after the event ends.

When uploading Whumptober content to your blog, be sure to tag it with:

#whumptober2024 …..(the event tag)

#no.1, #no.2, #no.3, …..(theme number)

#bruises, #stabbing, …..(the theme or specific prompt you chose)

#altprompt …..(if you use an altprompt, tag the post with the number of the prompt you replace)

#fandom or #OC, …..(ironman, original content, oc, etc.)

#medium …..(gifs, fic, podcast, art, etc.)

#teeth, #etc …..(trigger warnings & any additional tags. Keep in mind not to add “tw” in front but only use the word/trigger itself)

#nsfwhump …..(only for nsfw content)

#your own tags go here

PLEASE BE DILIGENT WITH YOUR TAGGING. Only properly tagged posts are considered for archiving on the official @whumptober-archive blog. They must be tagged in the order above. An elaborate post about our tagging system can be found [here]

Unfortunately, due to the sheer number of participants in recent years, we cannot guarantee your work will be archived. A random selection of properly tagged posts from all genres will be reblogged each day.

Whumpers who produce content for 31 total theme days are considered event completionists and will be tagged in a masterpost at the end of the month. A form will be published at the beginning of November asking you to tell us if you completed. This is based on trust and we will not check this.

Frequently Asked Questions

Please read this before you send an ask!

TIMELINE

July: Trope voting form released. Late August: Prompt list is released for at least four weeks of preparation time. Tropes cannot be posted earlier than August 25th because of Moderator obligations in real life. (But, you know, go ahead and start writing/drawing, and add the themes in later, if you want!) September: Do as much or as little on your works as you want. You can prepare everything in advance or let September go by with vibes and start working in October. It’s up to you. October 1st: Challenge begins! A storm of whump breaks upon us all! During this time, some posts will be reblogged to the whumptober archive blog. We open the yearly AO3 collection for posting (optional). November 1st: The challenge is officially over! Completionist form opens for those who want to be included in the hall-of-fame. Early November: We release completionist and participant badges, solicit feedback, and post a hall-of-fame list of completionists by the 10th.

PARTICIPATION AND COMPLETION

Q: What counts as participation? Create or continue at least one work inspired by one of this year’s prompts. Q: What counts as completion? Creating work(s) inspired by at least one prompt from each day (or alts), for a total of 31 unique prompts. Q: Do I need to create 31 works? No. You can, if you want. Or you can create one work that you add to every day with a new prompt. Or several works that combine prompts. You can also update an existing work by adding new material with the current prompts. Q: Do I need to post my works somewhere to be a completionist or a participant? No. Q: How do you know I actually completed the challenge? We’ll take your word for it! Q: Do I have to finish my work(s) to be a completionist? No, you can post WIPs. And you’re not obligated to finish them in October, but if you want it to count towards being a completionist, you must have completed 31 prompts by the end of the month. So for example, if you’re writing a long fic and you fit 31 different prompts into the writing you did in October, it’s okay if that fic isn’t finished by the time October ends, you’ll still be a completionist. Q: Is co-writing/illustrating allowed? Yes, absolutely, and it would count towards being a completionist for both/all of you. Q: Is there a min/max limit on word count for written works? No. Q: Is there a min/max limit of quality for art? No. Q: Do I have to do something each day to be a completionist? No. You can skip days whenever you want, and as long as 31 daily prompts (or alts) are in your works done in October, you can be a completionist. For example, if you wrote a 1000-word ficlet that covers prompts in days 2, 3, and 17, you can check all three days off your list even though it’s only one work. Q: Is this challenge just for fics? No! Artworks, GIFsets, headcannons, rec lists, poetry, moodboards, or any other creative work is encouraged. Q: Can I combine Whumptober with other creation challenges? Absolutely, as long as the other challenges allow it too.

PROMPTS

Q: How do the prompts work? There are FOUR prompts per day: a theme and three ideas. You can use one, two, three, or all four prompts for each day. If you don’t like any of the daily prompts, you can substitute one of the ALT prompts instead. Q: How strictly/literally should we interpret the prompts? As literally or as figuratively as you want. For example, if the theme is WATER, that could mean drowning, waterboarding, raining, swimming, take place underwater, be lost at sea, construct a metaphor about a character’s mood that changes like a flowing river, crying, or whatever else you can think of that fits that theme. Q: Can I combine prompts? Is there a limit on how many? No limit and combine as many as you’d like. If you create a work that checks off multiple prompts, that work will count for a fill of multiple prompts. You need to address 31 different prompts to be an official completionist, but you don’t have to produce 31 separate works.

WORKS

Q: What’s whump? Hurting a character, whether that’s physically, emotionally, intellectually, psychologically, or any other way you can think of. Comfort afterwards is optional. Angst is emotional whump, so it counts. Q: How do I know if it’s whumpy enough? If your character is just mildly inconvenienced, it probably needs more whump. However, no participant has to prove whumpiness to the mods. Whatever you write is up to you. Q: What kind of characters can I create for? Anything. Generic “whumpee,” OC, PC, NPC, major characters, minor characters, or whatever you want. There are no limits. Q: Does it have to take place in a specific fandom? No, you can create works for your own worlds or for fandoms or for both. You can also create more generic or pan-fandom works. You can do cross-overs or use OCs, whatever you want. Q: Can I create AI-created works? We will not reblog or promote any works we know to be generative AI-created. Q: Is there anything we’re not allowed to write? As long as it contains whump and is based on our prompts, it’s fine. Please courtesy tag your works if you post them so people who follow the #whumptober2024 tag can filter according to their preferences. Q: What about sex, minor characters, and potentially disturbing content? You can create whatever works are legal in your country and post them accordingly. Please courtesy tag anything you think might be objectionable if you post to Tumblr so people who follow the #whumptober2024 tag can filter according to their preferences.

POSTING

Q: Where can I post my work? Post where and how you want. You don’t even have to (cross)post it to Tumblr. Just keep in mind if it’s not on Tumblr we will not be able to add it to the blog archive. There is an AO3 archive for Whumptober 2024, as well as the parent collection for works completed outside of the event. Q: Can I start posting early? You can, but this is an October event and wouldn’t it be more fun with everyone doing it at the same time? We won’t be reblogging any work predating October 1st. Q: Can I post late? Yes. For the sake of our hardworking Post Fairies, only a day’s themes will be reblogged to @whumptober-archive each day of October. But you can post whenever. Some of us are still working on and posting Whumptober fics from years ago. Q: Do I have to use your tags? Only on Tumblr and only if you want us to reblog your work on @whumptober-archive. Q: How do I have my works reblogged to the archive? Properly tagged posts will be reblogged to @whumptober-archive. If you want the official archive blog to reblog you, post on Tumblr and tag correctly (see this FAQ link for more info on tagging). Please note not all posts will be reblogged each day. Q: Can we @ you? For questions and comments, of course. We’ll be getting a flood of notifications, so if you really want us to see something send an ask. Q: Can I cross post on other blogs? Yes, multiple platforms and blogs are perfectly acceptable, as long as they allow cross-posting (to us). You can also post different works to different accounts under different names, without posting them everywhere at once. If you post some works under your main and others under an alt blog, that’s fine for completionist purposes. Q: Can I upload/repost my Whumptober content to other social media platforms? Of course! We’ve created an AO3 Collection to archive any fics posted there, which can be found here. The blog is the official archive, so please respect the personal boundaries of any whumpers in your social circle (don’t out anyone as a participant who would prefer not to be outed).

Most importantly, have fun, create, and enjoy all the whump posted this October!

[msshezza]

Welcome to another year of Angstober! We're delighted to unveil the prompts for this year of angsty, spooky fun.

What is Angstober?

Angstober is a yearly October challenge with 31 angst-themed prompts to inspire you to create. The challenge is open to all sorts of creative work - writing, art, edits, whatever you want - in whatever medium you want. Original work or fanworks? Whatever you feel inspired for!

How do I take part?

Tag your works with #angstober2024 and the day of the prompt (e.g., #day 01) to share on tumblr. Feel free to @ us directly in the post as well! To share your work on AO3, add it to the Angstober 2024 collection.

You can post your works whenever - early or late - and use as many or as few prompts as you feel inspired for! We'll do our best to reblog as many works to the @angstober blog as we can.

Is there a banner to post my work with?

Absolutely!

Anything else?

Nope. Happy Angsting!

2024 Prompt List

Again

2. Countdown

3. Self-Destruction

4. Blood

5. Do Better

6. Medication

7. “You Still Don’t Get It.”

8. Growing Pains

9. Promise

10. Humiliation

11. Wake Up

12. Rotten Touch

13. Shaking

14. Only Around You

15. False Hope

16. No One Else To Turn To

17. “Shhh…”

18. Falling Stars

19. Tear-Stained Cheek

20. Spare Me

21. Abandoned

22. Crocodile Tears

23. Safe/Unsafe

24. Dark Sunrise

25. You’re No Better

26. Persuasion

27. Curled Up

28. Perfect

29. Get Out

30. Nothing Else To Tell You

31. It Ends Here

[msshezza]

The Prompts for Fictober 2024

Fictober Event, The prompts for 2024 Here is the list for October this year. Write something short (or long) and tag it with #fictober24 in the first five tags. Let’s see your creativity!

"that was good work"

"it's been a long time"

"I know you better"

"no, we're not doing that"

"it's a new day, let's go"

"I'm not giving up"

"follow me if you want to live"

"are we happy?"

"don't listen to me, listen to them"

"is this normal?"

"well, that worked out great"

"did you hear that?"

"that's not the point"

"did you stick to the plan?"

"let's try this"

"no, I'm not okay"

"strangest thing I ever heard"

"you always have a plan"

"this is getting ridiculous"

"I saw your eyes light up"

"we've done worse"

"why are we doing this again?"

"we can fix this, I know we can"

"you didn't do anything wrong"

"it consumes me"

"you were the first"

"let me remind you"

"just say what you want"

"how did this happen?"

"I won't let you down"

"it's always been you"

This event is open to fanfiction and original fiction. Start the first of October. You do not have to do the prompts in order. Tag your posts with #fictober24.

Please state at the top if your entry is original fiction or fanfiction and what fandom. State common warnings and triggers at the top and tag accordingly. No AI generated text or art.

I reserve the right to not reblog fics that I find inappropriate. I will reblog things here on @fictober-event, follow this blog to see all the entries. Go forth and write!