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I havent posted anything here yet so. HI! You can call me Crab or Alex. I want to be an author one day and figured I should probably make a blog for all of my original writing. Hope you stick around and enjoy the stories I have to tell and post here!

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I'm thinking of actually working on my ocs for stories. I want to write my own original story and actually motivate myself to. Maybe one day I'll also comission art for them. But would anyone be interested in learning about my ocs? Should I make a sideblog for all my ocs and original writing shenanigagans?

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Breaking news! Fic author starts writing a fic thinking it will be short and it turns out to be long! It is not the first time nor will it be the last!

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i think i might make it multichapter honestly bc the first part could stand alone BUT im hoping to get the first part out by the end of the month and idk how frequent I'll update

hmmm would yall prefer a longfic or a multichapter one for my big fic with fox

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Chapter 3

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hmmm would yall prefer a longfic or a multichapter one for my big fic with fox

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i think our plan for SKBO is to actually finish the fic before we start posting. We narrowed it down to 42 chapters and flushed out details of Jangos plot

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i WILL write tomorrow even if it KILLS me

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Ummm I’m here to listen to you talk about Ophelia!?! I am so fascinated by her and I’m loving your new chat fic!!!

HI OH MY GOD I WAS AT WORK ALL DAY IM SO EXCITED TO TALK ABOUT HER

putting it under the cut bc it got long woops

Oh my god okay so Ophelia my beloved

I honestly don't remember why I named her, but I do know the fact that the name Ophelia comes from Hamlet inspired her having skulls on her armour (yes shes a medic, she finds the irony funny) theres one on her pauldron, the one that doesnt have the medic symbol and one on each of her knee plates. I have her armour design lingering somewhere in my phone as well as a picrew (wish i could drAW GAAAH)

But uh. Trans clones rights fr

I have a fic Im writing where it opens with her. Bullying Fox. Lovingly. I can't wait to get thwt fic out it's just a slow moving process (its a fic about the GAR stepping up and helping the guard)

But uh, she has a habit of recounting all the supplies in the medbay several times a day. She's hyper aware of where things are in the medbay. If one thing is moved out of place it does,,, Not Sit Well. She struggles with feeling powerless with how restricted and abused the Guard is,,, so theres little things she does to feel a bit in control

She also!!! has kama!!! she's sewn a ton of pockets on the inside to keep things on her person. Somehow she's got a steady supply of candy (lolipops) for the shinies or a trooper having a bad day. Don't ask her where she got them she'll take that secret to the grave

She struggled whenever they lose a trooper IN the medbay, because she feels like she failed to save them. Ophelia knows its not logical, but it doesnt stop her from feeling that way

Also the medbay is Her Space. unless she has to leave for something and entrusts it to her second, she's boss in there. Yes even to you too Fox

She bleaches her hair blonde whenever she can, but due to how hard it is to GET dye and how busy she is, her roots tend to grow out. She also grew out her hair, but keeps it short enough to shove into her helmet. Though, she does rarely leave Guard HQ and rarely interacts with Natborns

She also has a grudge against Fox's command batch. Personally, she feels like they didn't do enough. In general. She sees Fox who's hurting and tired and worn out and lonely. she sees that his batch doesn't show up often. Which means she ends up making assumptions. Whether she's right depends on the story and what direction i take

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part 2 of the chat fic!!! I'm still working on my long fic but its slow going

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Corrie guard chat fic! I wanted to put out a first chapter and work on later chapters once my writers block goes away

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also looking back at some of my old fics is so wild. I was so different back then with different ideas and a different understanding of who I was. Its kinda neat to look at them even if some of it makes me cringe 😭😭😭 the horrid experience of dealing with your younger self

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i might do a corrie guard one but have cameos and moments from other battallions. We'll see

the urge to write chat fics again. They were so much FUNNNNNN

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the urge to write chat fics again. They were so much FUNNNNNN

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god i wish i knew how to DRAW. I have a handful of star wars ocs whom i love dearly but they exist purely in the sims(with custom content) or on swtor GAAAH

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Rex gets cuddled (a drabble)

Also found on Ao3 here !

Something hard and smooth pokes him awake, pressing roughly into his cheek. An elbow jabs his back, shocking the last dredges of sleep from him. Rex can feel a knee painfully shoved into his gut, and something heavy draped over his legs. Whoever he’s laying on is snoring loudly, the sound way too close to his ear for comfort. He’s well and truly trapped, with no hope of escape.

Rex blinks an eye open, blinking a few times to get used to the dark of the room. The Chrono above the door shows it’s pretty late in the night cycle of the ship, the day cycle only an hour away. 

His blacks are sticky with sweat. Unsurprising considering he feels like he’s in a furnace, several warm bodies pressed against him. The thing poking into his cheek appears to be one of Ahsoka’s montrals, her right lek smushed under her face against Rex’s chest. He doesn’t bother identifying who else is around him, or who the hand inches from his face belongs to. 

With a sigh, he gives up on any attempt to wiggle out. Ahsoka herself is like an octopus in her sleep, but his vode are a hundred times worse. There’s more of them , and only one of him. Escape is futile until they decide to release their captain. 

There’s not much he can do but settle in, and let the sound of his vod’ike soothe him back to sleep.