#do not tag as rexsoka

[totallycorrectjediorderquotes]

Ahsoka: Ah, I am a woman!

Rex: Have you not noticed?

Ahsoka: No I've been too busy shouting!

[lamaenthel]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

thank you for tagging me @ahsokathegray !!<3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

25! 

2. What's your total A03 word count?

231k lmaoooo when did that happen I feel like I've been in a fugue state since February

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Star Wars (and technically, TECHNICALLY The Matrix but it's a Star Wars AU fusion lmao)

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Porg Eyes, Princess For A Year, Ram'ser'ika, Better Than Nothing, The Contingency

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes every single one omfg I love everyone

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Well, Soft Dark Nothing is Ahsoka and Rex on the moon right after The Tribunal crashed so by default it's gotta be her (rip Jesse my beloved)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Not Bad ends up with Snips n Skyguy going to Biscuit Baron lmao

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet but I live in fear every day especially since I'm dipping my toe in the Republic Commandos pond and I know the girlies are passionate

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do and it's ridiculously graphic HAHAHA no but there's a reason I haven't posted any Rexsoka smut. Makin y'all wait for it until they COMMIT, gotta keep that tension in there somewhere uwu. But wlw, mlw, mlm, aliens and cyborgs gonna work their way in there eventually (?) I have Not Out Loud, which is an mlm fic with Boba tying up Cal and facefucking him (Kesett nation rise)

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Go Ask Ahsoka is the Matrix crossover that I wrote for AU August which I will eventually update lmfao

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No but I would cry

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not like… technically but Erika is my beta and my bestie and she comes up with amazing ideas and lets me play with her OCs so honestly she counts (ilu)

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Rexsoka 💙🧡, closely followed by Anidala (burning down the galaxy for a single person is objectively WRONG but also hot)

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Well Do Not Go Gentle is a huge fucking project that I HOPE I finish one day

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm pretty good at action. I enjoy it which helps lmao

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I get really ahead of myself laying out hints and red herrings which I then forget about (Princess For A Year especially is the worst about this, I am so sorry for all of those hints about Sylen being a pretend Mandalorian I fucked up so bad with that one but I'm going to rewrite it eventually to bring back a bunch of my dropped subplots)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I enjoy it and do so regularly. Mando'a nuhur'shya ni ru'kar'tayli. And it makes my brain work in unexpected ways, it's like a puzzle trying to figure out the wacky ass baby's-first-conlang grammar that is Karen's creation (what the fuck kind of language doesn't have a passive voice)

19. First fandom you wrote for?

OKAY OKAY TECHNICALLY, TECHNICALLY????? It was the Lion King. I was in first grade and we had to write a little storybook and illustrate the pages they gave us with crayons and my story was How Simba Lost His Mane lmfaoooo

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

I have poured my whole heart, soul, brain, and pussy into Tivaevae pls read it it's longer than The Hobbit

no pressure tags: @soliloquy-of-nemo, @tangledlichen, @ink-in-books, @hannah-schooler

[thornhands]

ah yes, star wars fans anonning it up and ‘warning’ people about uNdEsIrAbLe other fans.

At this point I’m tempted to just unfollow everyone who posts star wars on my dash

[jangosboyz]

Welcome to the RP Blogs of the GAR

We'll be adding to this post as things change, but for now... Enjoy the RP blogs of the clone boys we've got so far! Rules and FAQs will be built up as we go, but for now, see below!

The 501st

Kix: @i-outrank-everyone

Jesse: @one-big-cog-piece

Tup: @tup-perware

Hardcase: @hardcase-ct-yolo

Dogma: @is-that-regulation

Hevy: @hevy-lifter

Echo: @idiot-tamer

Fives: @fives-but-a-10

Rex: @professional-tooka-herder

Commanders

Wolffe: @howl-like-u-mean-it

Fox: @a-1010-is-speaking

Thorn: @every-rose-has-one

Gregor: @its-capt-traitor-to-you

Hound: @massiff-daddy

Interaction Guidelines

Getting flirty/suggestive is cool, but please don’t get explicit with the boyz.

Muses on the dash, muns in the DMs. Pls don’t attempt to DM the boyz.

Feel free to tag us in fics, the muns love their muses and are thrilled to see new stories, but that doesn’t mean the boyz will respond…but they might 👀

Please feel free to tag us in art, so we can reblog it and show love to the artist.

Be polite in the ask box or you may get blocked. Thorn wields the Block Hammer just as well as his Z-6 😜

Please do not tag us in clonecest, incest, rexsoka, twincest, cloneshipping, or underage.

[mae-lou-ron]

Is this thing on? Hello my fellow feral clone fans!

Call me Mae! I post stupid shit over on @covert1ntrovert, but I am new to posting my fics for goblin consumption.

I like to write about my favorite clones, the bad ass women of star wars, fix its and reader inserts. I write mainly sfw, fluff, hurt/comfort, but I will be re/posting some NSFW work (so, sorry kiddos GTFO, this isn’t for you)

my rules of engagement are as follows: be kind or leave, no cloneshipping/clonecest, whump (your girl needs comfort with her hurt), no noncon or dubcon or really anything of questionable consent (no sex pollen either- I’m not averse to the concept when done respectfully, but I do not want to write them). No minor/child character shipping (e.g. rexsoka, padawan/master, or characters clearly written as a family unit dynamic like sabezra)

You do you, those things just feel icky to me.

If that seems cool to you then check out my Master List.

I am not afraid to use the block button. Like I said above, be kind or leave.

I’ll be using the tag #mae lou ron writes on all the fics I post.

Also if you like something, please consider a ✨reblog✨ too! It’s lovely and makes me kick my feet with joy.

Aaaaaand I'm not sure how to end this.

[forcesavetheclones]

you mentioned that you don’t ship rexsoka, do you support any of the other Jedi/clone ships?

Absolutely! we love the jedi/clone ships as long as they are both grown ups and it’s clear that they don’t have a specific family-like relationship.

please send me/tag me under everything you see with Codywan ~ Antoinette

[palfriendpatine66]

Fic Rec Friday - Smut Fics

I asked for your smuttiest fic recs and here is what you all delivered! This diverse fic list might help you find something new. Read the descriptions and then check the tags before reading. Be kind. Don’t yuck anyone’s yum. If you don’t like it keep on scrolling for something you do. I know we can do this. Enjoy! 💕

Your community sourced spank bank is as follows: please let me know if there is anything crazy in the formatting or links. Im doing my best!

Happy Wife, Happy Life - Squid_Ink: (Rexsoka) post o66, feat. heavily pregnant Ahsoka who is feeling down about how her body is changing, a feeling that is not helped by the scent of Rex's Togruta coworkers on him :3

Duchess, Degenerate, Disaster - Sendpseuds (Obi-Wan kenobi/Satine/Quinlan Vos) : Satine and Obi-Wan invite Quinlan to bed. A threesome from all three perspectives.

‘Com’Passion - wibzen: (Obi-Kenobi/Mace Windu/Anakin Skywalker) Anakin walks in on Obi-Wan and Mace Windu and is conflicted, to say the least. They help him through it.

Sell Your Body To The Night (Prostitute!Anakin AU) - Bittodeath: The whole series is one long fuck and kink fest. It includes Anakin/Cody, Anakin/Fives, Anakin/Wolfe, Anakin/Fox, Anakin/Obi-Wan, Anakin/Mace, Anakin/Quinlan

Spanking Skywalker - Maiaspen: Very obikin heavy fic but also feat. Anakin/Kit Fisto and Obi-Wan/Kit Fisto in which Kit Fisto takes it upon himself to discipline Obi-Wan’s petulant padawan

Help you to help me - you_idjits: (Referenced Quin/Anakin but only obikin action. Quin and Anakin report to the council after having taken part of a *fertility ritual* on a joint mission. Obi-Wan is definitely fine with that. Totally. So fine. It’s fine.

bound up with you - DreamingMoonlight: (obikin) Anakin asks Obi-Wan to try tying him up in bed

Fuck You Daddy - loquarocoeur; (Obikin) Anakin slips up during sex. Obi-Wan is a little shit. They fuck about it (daddy kink)

Lace Me Up, Hold Me Tight - lilredghost: (obikin) There's a little misunderstanding when Obi-Wan and Anakin are first back at the temple together, but it gets sorted out and ends up with a delicious bottom Obi-Wan in lingerie that Anakin has his way with.

Test Drive - sendpseuds (Obikin) Road head, the fic.

Serendipity - Darkwhisperings (Obikin) An accidental discovery on the holonet leads Anakin to a personal discovery about himself. And his Master. The rest, well, that's a happy accident. (breath play, praise kink, gentle dom obi-wan kenobi)

Comfort - skyl_tales : (Obikin) Omega Obi-Wan ends up nursing Anakin when he first came to him. What starts off innocent takes a turn as Anakin, an alpha, grows up (male lactation)

Lifting the fog - egeria: (obikin) By the early afternoon, Anakin knew he needed a release. A release he could not hope to find on his own. So, instead, he found Obi-Wan. or: sometimes, anakin needs his daddy (Known to convert readers to age play)

Cooking Lesson - rexismycopilot (Obikin) Anakin is a culinary student under Chef Kenobi. He finds out the hard way what happens when he doesn’t listen (non con, dubious consent, spanking)

he already acts the part of the baby, just give him the pacifier - GayCheerios: Obi-Wan and Anakin land on a strange planet, and they are all but required to try and live a life of Caregivers and Littles (age play/regression)

Obikin Kinktober 2023 - lemon_sprinkles Featuring 31 kinky one shots 🔥🔥🔥

Bath time Gwendolyn (storiesofchaos) (part of their Baby Bratty Padawan Anakin series) bath time, bratting to get fucked

Obikin Kaleidoscope | Prompted AUs - intermundia: 25 glorious chapters of prompt fills. So many different situations, all amazing! (Or anything by them. Highly recommend!)

We become the threads, intertwining - Gwendolyn (storiesofchaos): (Obikin) Or, in which Anakin knows pretending to be married to his Master and sleeping in the same bed is never destined to end well. Until it does

For Your Pleasure -himboskywalker: (Obikin) Undercover as slaver and slave,Obi-Wan and Anakin infiltrate a slaver's ring,only for Anakin's training and ability to take punishment to come into question.

Cross-Wired -himboskywalker; (Obikin) In the midst of battle Anakin's prosthesis takes damage and with no backup arm,it's a problem that needs immediate fixing.But crushed durasteel and fritzed wires equals all sorts of curious nerve responses while his master tries to disconnect the neural receptors.

Give them Blood - himboskywalker: (Obikin) In the midst of the Clone Wars Obi-Wan is bitten by an alien creature that forces him to live off human blood.During a campaign on Eadu it becomes a complication under blockade and Anakin is determined to not let his stubborn master starve.This has nothing to do with the way his stomach flips at the sight of Obi-Wan's sharpened fangs, not at all.

portrait of a female, blahzarry: (obikin)Ducking into a dingy movie theatre to hide from the enemy, Anakin and Obi-Wan get more than they bargained for

Mutually Assured Destruction - Darkwhispering & tideswept: (obikin)CEO Obi-Wan who is in a marriage of convenience with politician Satine, thinks he takes home sex worker Anakin.

Aggressive negotiations - rangarlothcat: (Obikin)Or, five times Obi-Wan makes use of Anakin's beauty in a negotiation, and one time someone turns the tables on him.

Learn your place, young one: Ragnarlothcat: (Obikin) Obi-Wan and his Padawan have just foiled an assassination attempt against Senator Amidala. Obi-Wan suspects they're about to be sent on separate missions and the very idea of it is eating him up inside, probably because he's worried Anakin will embarrass himself again. Probably that and no other reason.

The Size of the Fight in the Dog - tennessoui: (Obikin) The thing is, there's very little doubt in Anakin's mind that his master is just as in love with him as he is with his master. He just doesn't know if Obi-Wan is on the same page. But Anakin can seduce him. He's very desirable, everyone thinks so. And with the war buffeting them about around the galaxy, he can't take the risk of his master not knowing they're meant to be together. Not when one of them could die any day. Or worse, sleep with someone else.

Sordid Details Following jld_az (Not Star Wars) Chronicles of Amber

[pastel-kaleesh]

About me!!!

I go by Matcha or Kylo, either one is fine lol

she/her

Pansexual

I love Android 17 from Dragon Ball so bad he is my silly (it's alright if you do as well)

Certified nonhuman hehe (Alien cat creature)

Multifandom (Star Wars, Dragon Ball, VOCALOID, Yu Yu Hakusho, Demon Slayer, and more)

Suggestive content may not be tagged as so, unless extreme

No NSFW

Neurodivergent (ADHD)

Brown

Hispanic/Asian (🇨🇴🇯🇵🇵🇷)

Also does cosplay

Obsessed with 2000s webcore

Blogs: @heeheehiei (art), @@anya-nion-and-co (RP), @android17-official (RP), @tarostargoddess (selfship)

Free Palestine (and do your clicks!)

INTERACT NORMALLY

DNI proshippers/bigots/neo-nazis/furry haters/racists/lolis and shotas/transids/zionists

White people tread with caution

If I haven't posted art in a while I'm either taking a break or have low energy

I block freely

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[skellymom]

So I just came across Writer's wall of fame and I want to say that I love that idea. There are so many amazing fics that don't get much attention and this will help solving that problem. I also have a question. Sorry if it's mentioned somewhere and I just missed it. Are there any conditions on what the writers mentioned here must write? Are writers who write AUs allowed? I'm also asking because of the "problematic" ships because I came across a similar project once and they forbid rexsoka and cloneshipping.

Hi. Here is the link to THE WRITER'S WALL that has ALL of the information you seek. Giving you the link as the info is there for you to read. I already cut and pasted to another ask. From now on, I'll just include the link.

I am allowing some of the "problematic" ships.

AND BEFORE ANYONE COMES FOR ME, IT IS UP TO THE READER TO READ THE TAGS AND WARNINGS ON THEIR JOURNEY IN "THE EYEBALL ZONE" WHILE READING FICS AND LOOKING AT VISUAL CONTENT.

I WILL NOT POLICE ANYONE.

NOT A FAN OF CENSORSHIP.

WILL NOT KINK SHAME.

THESE ARE FICTIONAL CHARACTERS.

IF YOU HAVE A PARTICULAR BEEF WITH A WRITERS CONTENT PLEASE TAKE IT UP WITH THEM. AND, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE DO IT CONSTRUCTIVELY AND DO NOT HARRASS OR TROLL THEM.

I am only one person and cannot know what some people find offensive or not. Yep, it's the interwebs and there are some things that are gonna shock you...probably even shock me. I'll leave it up to you to make those decisions and control your own content consumption.

Thanks for understanding.

Oh...btw...PLEASE DON'T FORGET ME! Please read, comment, and repost my stuff too! THANK YOU!!!

[ahsokathegray]

A Remedy for Memory || Part Two

Pairing: Rexsoka

Prompt: Rexsoka Monthly Jan. ‘24 - Accidental First Kiss

Summary: One simple fall causes a certain commander to fall in love with his co-commander all over again. Rex expresses his gratitude to his lover rather affectionately — unaware that he's never done so before, unaware that he and Ahsoka aren't together.

Tags: order 66 didn't happen, temporary amnesia, whump kinda, fake dating kinda, protective brotherly Anakin

Word Count: 5,713

A/N: if you saw the rom com this was inspired by, no you didn't. but fr go watch it, it's called the other zoey! (@rexsoka-monthly)

read on ao3! / masterlist

Three Months Ago

“Commander Rex, the latest briefing has come in.”

Her Commander turned to face the officer on the bridge before focusing his attention back to her, “Want to have a look? It might have an update on General Kenobi’s efforts.”

That kind smile flashed upon his lips and reached his bright eyes. Ahsoka found that she was incapable of refusing. Being at his side in these few days since her return felt almost magnetic and she didn’t desire to part with that anytime soon. She followed the officer and Rex waited for her to fall in line before he let himself move his feet. 

The doors to the briefing room swept aside and encased them in the small space, the holotable glowing with the waiting figure of Commander Cody. “Rex, are you and Commander Tano en route to Coruscant?”

Ahsoka smiled at the man’s use of her former title. No one was seemingly able to drop it either out of habit or respect or both. Even outside of her former legion, the clones continued to refer to her as their Commander. She smiled and Cody greeted her as well. 

“We are. Just departed from Mandalore and had entered hyperspace right before you called. Maul is in custody below,” Rex answered. “Any update on your end?”

“Yes. My men are retrieving the body of General Grievous as we speak… what’s left of him, that is. General Kenobi was successful in his efforts against the pile of scrap. I shouldn’t speak too soon on such matters brother, but, with the death of Grievous comes the end of the war — rendering the Seperatist’s forces without orders and therefore… ineffective,” Cody said, his voice sounding as if he didn’t believe the words he spoke. 

The words sounded wrong to everyone. 

Rex’s eyes narrowed and he had to sit his helmet down, “You’re positive?”

Cody laughed, “I had to confirm three times myself. My medics declared him dead. Proceed en route to the capital, Rex. Commanders. We’ll join you shortly. Cody out.”

His blue form fizzled and the holotable went dark. 

Ahsoka’s mouth hung open and she searched Rex for his reaction. His eyebrows were high on his forehead, a similar expression of shock painting his face. They stood there in a weighted silence. Neither of them knew what or how to feel. 

It went without saying that this war had been their only real purpose in life, each of them growing up in it and knowing nothing other than to be a soldier. All they knew was the mission, the field, the fight, the reports, the lack of sleep. They only ever knew the hurt and pain of war — the never ending loss amidst small victories. It wasn’t an endless cycle, it was just their life. 

Neither she nor Rex remembered a life without the war or life without the other person in it. 

What did they do now if it was all over? How did they proceed after the people they were on Mandalore? 

He was the first to speak, cutting through the loud and suffocating silence, “Well, in the theme of good things resulting from war.” A half-hearted chuckle rumbled in his chest, referencing their earlier conversation on the bridge. “They end.”

“What will you do now?” she blurted, the words leaving her mouth as soon as he finished. 

He put his tongue in the pocket of his cheek, scanning the empty room. No… not here. Such honesties weren’t appropriate in this location — not that said honesties were appropriate in any scenario. “Whatever the Republic asks of me, I suppose. My loyalty remains with it. The fight won’t end overnight,” he said. 

“And if it does?” Ahsoka prompted, not satisfied with his answer and knowing well that he was right. 

She should’ve felt more shame with the way her focus rested on his lips, watching them part in anticipation of his response, far too hopeful that he’d mention the gundark in the room. Rex’s tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip and she hung desperately onto each torturous movement. His tongue rose behind his teeth as he prepared to speak, but his response never came.

The door opposite of the bridge slid open and Jesse and a squad of clones stepped in. Rex’s attention fell from her to his brothers. 

Jesse was out of breath. “Commander Rex, I just got an update from Cody.”

“We just got off with him,” Rex said. “What he says is true, but don’t go telling the men just yet. We want them to finish up with everything before they start producing flasks and alcohol out of thin air.”

Jesse laughed guilty and patted a pouch on his waist, “You got it, Commander.” He saluted Rex and faced Ahsoka, doing the same, “Commander.”

The doors didn’t close behind him as his small squad left, allowing air into the tense little room and allowing the Commander and Advisor to catch their breath, but stripping them of their criminally short bit of privacy. 

Rex fought with his decision not to tell her. He’d waved the opportunity by as it passed him yet now intensely wanted it back. They’d unfortunately rejoined reality, but it was nowhere close to feeling as real as the reality they’d been a part of when the briefing room had been theirs alone. The tight, charged bubble of air that had encapsulated them on Mandalore followed them on the bridge of the Tribunal, shrinking steadily all the while and pushing them further together. It had reached a point of suffocating smallness, but one that Rex and Ahsoka both had welcomed — only for it to suddenly burst. 

Ahsoka stepped away from him and he could physically feel the distance growing between them in the pit of his stomach. It was then that he realized the end of the war didn’t quell his fear of losing her again — now in more ways than one. 

“You coming?” she asked, moving toward the exit. His stomach lightened. “The sooner things get done, the sooner we can tell everyone the good news.”

Rex picked his helmet up and his shoulders along with it. The soft curve of her full lips made his entire body feel lighter. There was not a thing in the galaxy to feel so mournful about just yet. 

“We could check up on how far along the men are with the post-mission checklists again,” Rex suggested. 

Ahsoka bit her lip midway through his sentence, suppressing a curious grin and shutting off her datapad. 

“What?” he asked, his own lips curving upwards. They’d been doing that frequently since her return. 

“We can only check the status of the gear so many times, Rex,” she laughed. “It’s been four years. Your men have it under control. They could probably do it in their sleep, I’d wager.”

That pulled a laugh from his lungs, “I reckon’ you’re right. The boys would start thinking I’ve come down with something if I start hovering again. Besides, the corries being on board are enough to do a lot of it for me.”

“I think I’ll have to confer with Jesse on that one. A relaxed Captain Rex is not something I can picture,” she teased, bypassing the final set of ships in the hangar.

“I’ve told you. It’s true. More than just Jesse can attest.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” Ahsoka kept on, giving him a wink and that smirk of hers as he jogged up to catch her. “We’ve seen to our duties three times over now—”

“Two and a half,” he corrected, winking back at her, the blood in his ears pumping furiously.

That earned him a mocking eye roll, squeezing at his heart. “So far, you’re not proving your case. And as your advisor, I’d advise you to turn in early and get caught up on lost sleep. You should take every opportunity you get. I hear the war will be over soon,” Ahsoka jested. It’s all the men were talking about. Word had spread more quickly than even the Blue Shadow Virus had. 

He shrugged his shoulders, a loose smile playing at his lips, “Which doesn’t exactly mean the end of reports.”

“Vaughn has them covered as Captain,” she countered, crossing her arms and foiling his one and only excuse to remain in her presence for just a little while longer. 

Blast it. 

The last thing Rex wanted to do was turn in early. He very much wanted to finish overseeing the men, and he wanted to fill out the various mission reports from the siege… not that it necessarily needed to be done now or by him specifically. It was something that gave him purpose and perhaps a bit of joy. Did he still experience that same joy from said tasks when Ahsoka wasn’t around as he did them? 

Well, not exactly, but that has nothing to do with anything. And how many more opportunities would he get to do those things with her if the war truly was ending?

Even though it was still unclear, Rex felt a mass settle in his chest that told him their time together was limited. Did they just not address all that banter? The absence of appropriate distance between the two of them? The shortness of breath where they got perhaps too close? 

They were running out of time and he knew it. Everything was about to change. 

Rex wasn’t Force sensitive by any means, but he could feel that Ahsoka knew it too — just as he could somehow sense that she felt everything he felt. 

They came to a lift adjacent to the hangar and Rex stepped in after her, something like the wings of keeradacks brushing against the walls of his stomach. Had these things always been so narrow? 

He swore they were bigger on the Resolute. The Tribunal had to be an updated model of the Jedi cruiser. 

Their arms touched. 

Ahsoka cut her eyes up at him from under her lashes. He smiled but didn’t move. She didn’t either. Her gaze fell to his throat, watching it bob as he swallowed. The confines of the lift were having a physical effect on him and it was not going unnoticed. Ahsoka smoothed her dress. It was doing the same thing to her. 

A sharp ding then filled the thick air between them and Rex cleared his throat, hanging behind to allow her to exit first — because he was a gentleman and also because he wasn’t.

He bit his tongue at the way her short dress hugged her backside.

Ahsoka led the way through the corridor, passing the men’s empty barracks and heading toward the wing reserved for commanding officers and other such superiors. She was taking the long way and didn’t think he’d notice. 

It shouldn’t have, but the air felt thick up here as well. There was no one around but the two of them — their forces still cleaning weaponry and finalizing tasks for their return to Coruscant. These halls wouldn’t be so deserted soon, but for now, they echoed.

Commander’s quarters were within sight all too soon and Ahsoka leaned against the wall opposite of his door. Rex stopped suddenly, not approaching the door. It had been on his mind since they departed for this mission and he’d not gotten the opportunity to offer beforehand.

“Ahsoka,” he said, earning her curious eye. “You can have my quarters if you’d like. I know they used to be yours and it’s something that would feel familiar. You shouldn't have to sleep in a guest room.”

She smiled softly, “I wouldn’t ask that of you, Rex. Besides, I am technically a guest as an advisor. I appreciate it, but it’s quite alright.”

“I know you’d never ask it of me, which is why I’m offering it to you.”

“Rex, I’m not taking your bed from you.”

He swallowed, that specific string of words lighting his insides on fire.

“Then sleep in the General’s quarters at least,” he suggested. “If the Council hadn’t done what they did to you… that’s the room you’d be in right now anyway.”

Her brow markings dipped questioningly, an amused yet honest expression decorating her features. “What’s this about, Rex?”

If she said his name one more time, it would be the medic he’d have to seek out.

The closer she stepped, the more his throat seemed to close. “General Skywalker promoted me and, well, your bed is worlds more comfortable than mine — the Commander’s bed, I mean,” he corrected himself, cursing the blush that was blooming under his collar. “It’s worlds better than the Captain’s ever was and I deduced that the guest beds must be about the same as the barracks.”

Ahsoka raised her brows and nodded, confirming his suspicions, a little laugh punctuating her words, “You’d be right on the credits with that assumption. Always seeing between the lines.”

“Skywalker didn’t assign me to you for no reason,” he said, half joking. She laughed. Kriff, he loved it when she laughed. He loved even more than he could be the reason she laughed.

“You wouldn’t tell if I hijacked the General’s quarters, then?”

“Not a soul, General,” he playfully saluted. 

She rolled her eyes and pushed herself off the wall, approaching the door beside his. Her door whooshed open and his followed. 

Slender sienna fingers gripped the door and they drowned in one another’s eyes, staying quiet for too long and staring longer than was acceptable. If the war wasn’t coming to an end and there were more scenarios like this one, Rex wasn’t so sure either of them could keep a leash on their self control. That pull was back — that gravitational force between them — the bubble shrinking around them. 

She finally broke eye contact and glanced away, skin tinged with a blush. Her goodbye was reluctant. “Good night, Rex,” she whispered.

There was no no remaining moisture in his mouth and a frightened love in his “Good night, Ahsoka,” tugging back on itself, trying to keep itself a secret.

He waited until her rear lek disappeared through the door and it slid closed, the distance and the wall between them a heartache. Rex ran a hand over the back of his head and looked at the cold door. 

He loved her. It was in every word spoken to her, in the crossing of blaster under saber, in longing stares, in the lingering behind after everyone else had gone, the accidental touching, the knowing what they were doing with all that banter. He loved her. She made him understand the word in a way he never thought possible. 

At no point in the war had Rex paced so karking much. He did it until he thought maybe he was keeping Ahsoka awake with it, as they shared a wall. One wall. One fucking, miserable, mocking wall. He sat on the bed. His knee bounced incessantly. He didn’t even try to shed his armor and get the shut eye she’d advised. Sleep would not be coming any time soon. Rex knew well that her being an advisor had meant the war variety, not in the sleep variety. She had only been half teasing when she’d suggested it, of that he was aware, but he didn’t want to let her down.

She plagued him. She infected his every cell. He ought to find the medic and get him to run a diagnostic. He was sure the monitors would beep with a high amount of ‘A-count’ over that of the normal M-count he heard talk of all those times Kix had seen to Ahsoka’s injuries. 

Ahsoka had invaded his body and mind and he didn’t want to get her out. She reigned over all of his senses.

He checked the chrono and released a huff of air. It had only been an hour since they’d both confined themselves to their quarters. His mouth was void of all moisture, knees bringing him to stand from the bed and approach the door. With a sharp inhale and a setting of the jaw, he pressed the button to open it and the brightly lit hallway greeted him.

Roaring laughter could be heard to the right, pouring from the barracks. A drink was what he really needed, a bit of Tihaar to numb his nerves. Jesse would no doubt have a separate stash he could borrow from, with no fear of running low. But he didn’t turn to the right. Rex took one step to the left and found the door to the General’s quarters open — Ahsoka’s door. 

It was dark inside and he peered in, finding the sheets awry and no one in bed. No one was in the room at all. Where had she gone?

For a fleeting moment, Rex reconsidered the barracks, wondering if Ahsoka had joined the men in celebrations. But he shook his head, walking in the opposite direction. Rex had no destination in mind. Like his future, his current path was undetermined, leaving him aimlessly wandering about the cruiser. 

Most sections of the ship were completely untouched, indicating that the Tribunal had only recently been released from the Kuat Drive Yards. He wondered if Mandalore had been its maiden voyage — if it had been constructed for a war it would never see. 

After all, the siege had not officially been a part of the war. 

He sighed, trying with proven difficulty not to think about the time that had already passed and the time that still would. They were all waiting like sitting convors as one era quietly bled into the next. He didn’t expect to ever be so… unsettling. 

The rambunctious chatter in his helmet did nothing to lift his mood or ease his mind, moving him to switch his comms off entirely. No one was looking for him at this time of night, all under the impression he’d gone to bed. Hell, if a drunken trooper came face to face with him in the corridors, they’d look even more so like a kybuck in headlights than they did when sober. 

At any rate, Jesse was with them and doing an excellent job of being both the babysitter and the drinking buddy.

Their laughter echoed down the halls even this far away from the barracks. Ahsoka had to know what they were all doing, but either didn’t mind or had gone somewhere else to sleep. Between her not being on this mission as a Jedi as well as the war’s status being up in the air, she wasn’t there to bust any codpieces.

His face flushed furiously under his bucket at the thought. 

Rex had no idea how all this had managed to happen in just a few days' time. She was never not on his mind. If he took a left up ahead, it would lead him on the path to the medbay. It might be worth going to sort this thing out. He had to have breathed in some kind of pollen or intoxicant that made him feel this way about Ahsoka…

But deep in his heart he knew that nothing had gotten into his airways — nothing except her. 

Rex took said left and found himself walking above the hangar. The lights had been shut off, meaning the men had properly finished their assigned tasks without him going behind them to ensure it. He spoke too soon, however, as there was one light still on.

Without the comm chatter of the boys in his helmet, Rex’s own thoughts filled the bucket and suffocated him. Completing that earlier two and a half rounds of inspections would do well to clear it. He sighed and made for the lift in the hall to take care of the light when he passed by the hangar control center, catching sight of sharp movement from within through his periphery. 

The room was completely dark. 

“Hey,” he called, walking into the small room, his tone taking on that of reprimanding a loitering shiny. “No one should be in here, it’s after hour—”

His pauldron caught the edge of the wall and he lost his footing, catching himself with ease but not before bumping into someone.

Ahsoka. 

She was leaned up against a panel, smirking up at him as if she’d been waiting for him to get here, backlit by the one light in the hangar and the glow of the control panels. More importantly, she was flush against him and hadn’t moved despite his misstep. 

He had never been more regretful in his own steps as he backed away. Kriff, she was angelic. 

“After hours? Even for advisors?” she asked playfully, crossing her arms. 

He’d done nothing but smile like a fool since her return and now was no exception. Rex stood there admiring her, transfixed with her beauty and out of breath at the way she shone in the dim light. It was difficult to swallow, but he managed, thankful she couldn’t see his lopsided grin under the helmet. “I distinctly recall you infamously never abiding to the rule anyway,” he said, adding, “Some things never change.”

Even in the dark he could see her knee-weakening curve of the lips, smiling at his second use of the phrase, referencing a slice of their amorous interactions on Mandalore. Karking hells. This had taken the top spot of most beautiful things he’d ever seen — and everything on the list was Ahsoka.

Rex didn’t smile so genuinely very often, yet her return had broken new records. Seeing her face for the first time again, her reaction to the helmets, his handiwork had swelled in his chest and engorged his heart. He didn’t anticipate her being so beautiful, so perfect. As soon as those doors had opened and she’d walked in with Skywalker, Rex had been done for. And once they were on their way to Mandore — once they were alone — the banter began, but not ever how it had been before. His heart fluttered and his stomach flipped, that muscle behind his navel coiling. It was charged, magnetic, and only increased over the past few days. 

His poor heart hammered against his chest plate, threatening the integrity of the armor. 

“Don’t tell me you’re up because you were going to triple check the men’s efforts in the hangar,” Ahsoka taunted. 

He pressed his lips together and chuckled softly, “Well, if I told you I couldn’t sleep, that would be a lie.”

And a lie it would be. As much as he hadn’t wanted to admit it to himself, his path tonight was never undetermined — it was always going to lead him to her. 

Ahsoka stepped forward and yet again they were nearly flush together, the distance between them now so small that it would raise all sorts of concern and probably broke several protocols. She studied his helmet and tilted her head, offering him a sweet smile. Rex knew better than to think she was merely taking stock of the armor, looking instead past it at the man underneath.

Ungloved hands closed around the bottom half of the bucket and lifted, all of Rex’s suffocating thoughts and feelings dissolving into the air. 

That had to be a protocol violation — but it would be one he never filed and his heart wasn’t complaining. 

And he was past letting it. 

Ahsoka hummed, “You didn’t even try, did you?” Rex offered her a guilty raise of the hands and purse of the lips and she laughed. “Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me. And,” she said, running a finger along the rangefinder on his helmet, her words tickling his lips. His entire body came alight with electricity. “You’ll be pleased to know that the men did a perfect job with the ships in the hangar, like I said they would.”

His brows knit together and his mouth fell slightly agape, their breaths mingling. They were probably the only two people on board not drunk off their shebs, but Rex swore that was changing. He was becoming intoxicated just being this close to her, his mind struggling to work past the haze. 

Thankfully, his reserves kicked in and her meaning fell into place. “And you called me unrelaxed,” he heard himself say.

Shrugging, Ahsoka mirrored his earlier words, “Old habits and all. Like you said, some things never change, right?” He swore she winked at him but couldn’t be sure, the haze fogging his brain could’ve seen what it wanted to. “I did save you one though.”

A single brown eyebrow raised and he mirrored her smug little smirk, “Oh yeah?”

“I had a feeling I’d find you wandering this way at some point tonight,” she said, turning to exit the room, still holding his helmet and casting a soft, unreadable smile over her shoulder. 

Rex followed her again into a tiny lift and made a point to purposefully graze her arm with his, not that it wouldn’t have happened naturally if he didn’t try. He watched her lips raise out of the corner of his eye. 

The ding sounded all too soon and he decided that there was very little in this universe he wouldn’t give to be able to get stuck in this lift with her. 

She led him down the dim hallway towards the main doors, walking in comfortable silence and feeling his heart inch further up his throat with every step. This was where he had to tell her. They were quite literally walking into the opportunity. It was quiet all around them, but his thoughts were loud, so loud in fact that he was sure they’d start echoing in the hangar along with his and Ahsoka’s combined footsteps. 

The ship in question was a small shuttle tucked away to the left. It was the only thing in the hangar that was lit — the overhead light above it buzzing. 

“I can practically hear the gears turning in there,” Ahsoka commented softly, glancing back at him. 

“Just on edge a bit,” he said truthfully. “Guess we all are with the rumors that are circulating,” he said less truthfully. 

She pressed a button that lowered the ramp of the shuttle, nodding in agreement. “Whatever happens, I’m looking forward to not being a soldier with you, whether it's now or later.”

Rex straightened his shoulders, “I’m not sure what will happen to all of us clones, but it would be the highest honor to assist you in being a keeper of the peace. There’s nothing I’d rather do.”

He half thought she’d salute him again as she did on the bridge, but Ahsoka only boarded the ramp and set his helmet down on a nearby surface. 

“So… you’re rejoining the Order, then?” he asked, feeling the available air around them diminish.

Her lips flattened in thought and she nodded. “I think so, yes, but I'm not without my conditions. Besides, how else am I supposed to see you all the time?” she added, pretending like she was only joking. 

Something in the way she wet her lips told Rex otherwise. 

They’d barely made it two steps inside the shuttle’s narrow entryway and his heart already threatened to short out. He could control his breathing in any and all other situations, except for those that involved her. And for the first time, he noticed that her breathing pattern was the same. If not even the use of the Force could help her with regulating it, then he was fighting a battle he was destined to lose. 

By some miracle of the universe, his voice didn’t betray him as he spoke. “Did you really save this ship for my inspection?”

Ahsoka didn’t miss a beat and took a step forward. “You do have the better eyes,” she said, searching him far beyond that of the surface level. She seeped into his very pores.

Not another missed opportunity would pass him by, not when she was this close again, not when she was looking at him like that.

Rex pushed away from the surface behind him and matched her forward step, entering her space and turning her steps into reverse, backing her into the opposite wall. 

He was careful not to crowd her and she pressed herself into the durasteel behind her, looking up and finding his intense gaze. “I’d wager a fair amount of credits that yours are better,” he drawled, not at all in reference to her inspection abilities. One of his hands raised and settled on the wall next to Ahsoka’s head. Her left montral grazed the inside of his wrist and the breath in both of their throats hitched. 

The blue of her eyes felt like home and not just because they were the blue of Kamino’s waters on a day without rain. He would gladly sink to the depths for her if she asked it of him. Her wide eyes searched his, full lips parting as the inches between their faces dwindled. His knee ran along the outside of hers, that bubble around them tightening — constricting the air around them, forcing them to share the same breath. 

Whether or not Ahsoka had truly left this shuttle for his inspection or not was irrelevant. He’d figured out her unreadable smile and sleight of hand. She wanted to see if he truly had relaxed, if he could allow himself something like this despite his duty and despite his title — if he could love her. 

He did. 

He did and he was tired of not admitting it. Both to himself and to her. 

The backs of his knuckles slowly swept up her inner arm, gliding along her bicep. His fingers shook and his breath trembled, but he refused to look away from her, ready for any sign or signal that she wanted him to stop.

She swallowed visibly, tucking her bottom lip between her teeth and tilting her head just so, exposing her neck to him. The subtle movement was almost imperceptible, but Rex caught it, journeying to the skin and grazing her lekku with his knuckles along the way.

Ahsoka sucked in a heavy breath, heart pounding mercilessly. Rex continued, sliding his fingers over her neck and pressing over her very rapid, very visible pulse. She let out a breath of air as if to laugh at herself, but it became trapped in her throat as he leaned down, eyes on her. The ‘no’ never came.

His lips were soft as they pressed to her pulse point, kissing with the utmost delicacy and lingering not nearly long enough. 

Her eyes were blown wide when he pulled away, chest pushed forward and heaving. 

“‘Soka, I—”

She whimpered and cut him off, bringing both of her hands to his face and pulling him close, desperate to share his air again and feel his lips on hers this time. Rex’s hand fell to her waist and she wiggled to where his leg was situated between her legs. Ahsoka inhaled with quivering lips into his mouth and Rex did the same, lips touching briefly. His other hand cradled her face, thumb stroking the marking on her cheek, watching as her brow markings couldn’t settle on what to do.

Rex smiled into her mouth, sighing in relief as he closed his eyes and—

“Who left this light on? Someone turn that off before Commander Rex shuts the party down,” a voice echoed in the hangar. 

Ahsoka’s forehead pressed against Rex’s, the both of them out of breath and looking desperately into the other’s eyes as the footsteps drew nearer.

Another voice joined the first, “I saw Sterling turn all these off. Must’ve been an accident.”

Two orange fingers were held up and Rex nodded. Two troopers were coming this way and the ramp to the shuttle was still lowered. Fek, he hoped she had a plan. 

He wasn’t disappointed. Ahsoka closed her eyes and lifted her hand into the air, her nose scrunching as slightly as she navigated the Force. Rex watched on as the light from outside flickered a few times, repeating a few times and sparking before shutting off completely. The dark blanketed them completely. 

“Keep going,” she whispered breathily.

A blush blossomed over Rex’s entire body. Those men were still out there. 

“What the—” he heard one of them say.

“Must be a bad fuse. Tell a droid and let’s wipe our hands with it. I’d like to return to my drink,” the other giggled.

“Good with me.”

Karking hells they had to be right by the shuttle, with no idea that their Commanders were inside. 

His lips found that spot on her neck he’d kissed before, pressing his lips to it and deepening the kiss, one hand cradling her neck as the other found the tip of her right lek. Ahsoka sucked in a sharp breath and clenched her teeth to keep from making any noise. He bravely swiped his tongue along the tender skin and her body jerked, hands wrapping around his neck. 

“Rex,” she whispered, panting.

He hummed against her feverish skin, squeezing her lek and running it through his fist. 

She sighed, trying to control her reactions, “I think, I’d like to— I’d like to amend my statement from earlier.”

Rex sucked at the spot he’d been stimulating, right where her jaw met her neck, drawing the most delicious sound past her wavering lips. “Yeah? Which one is that, ‘Soka?”

He felt her swallow and catch her breath, antsy hands falling to his belt, “Whe— When I called you my friend,” she gasped.

All he could do was chuckle against her, pressing one final kiss to her neck. “I think we both knew what you meant,” he breathed. 

A small bit of light bled through the hangar as the two troopers vacated the area. She glanced towards the door and straightened despite the return of their privacy. “Linger back a bit,” she whispered. “Meet me in the General’s quarters.”

“Ahsoka,” Rex said, being sure to use her name properly. “Are you sure?” 

Her wrist was taken between his fingers and her other hand rubbed his shoulder in response. “I’ve never been more sure of anything, Rex. I’ve been sure for… how many days has it been?”

Rex expelled a bit of air from his nose and leant down to peck her cheek, “I’ve lost count by now, because of you.”

[papanowo]

I've seen your based opinion on Rexsoka but what are your thoughts on clonecest and lineage shipping? (Obikin, Anasoka etc)

shits nasty. proshippers of any kind aren't welcome on this blog and im happy to shout it from the rooftops

and while we're here i'd like to take a moment to say please please PLEASE do not tag my art with clonecest/obikin etc... friendly reminder that i regularly look at the tags and i see everything

[neon-junkie]

Do you have any strong opinions about Rexsoka in a Post-Order 66 timeline? I'm kinda curious about exploring it, but I'm hesitant because while I would look for stuff taking place after Ahsoka is... You know, an ADULT, I'm curious if other people are still grossed out by the idea all the same?

I'm going to say something now that will probably cause me to lose followers, but I think it's important to say.

I do not care about what other people ship.

As long as the ship is consenting, and all parties are adults, then... whatever.

And yes, this goes for ships like rexsoka, cloneshipping, obikin, etcetcetc. I really could not care less about what others chose to do in their spare time. This does not mean that I ship any of those pairings.

Fiction is great because it gives us a sandbox to play with. We're free to take any walk of life, and experiment with things that we either don't want to do in real life, or things that we are curious about - including taboo topics. A lot of people ship these 'wrong' pairings because they have some sort of related trauma, and this is an outlet for them. Others just like the pairing! Not everybody can afford therapy. Not everybody enjoys therapy. If playing about in your fictional sandbox works best for you, then go for it!

And obviously, if you enter a space where you feel uncomfortable, just block them, blacklist their tags, and leave. Don't be a dick.

So, to answer your question. I'm not a rexsoka shipper, but I couldn't care less if any of my followers, friends, or mutuals are. Whatever works for you : )

[lamaenthel]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: Clone Wars (2003) - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: CT-7567 | Rex/Ahsoka Tano, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo & Ahsoka Tano, CC-5576-39 | Gregor & Ahsoka Tano, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo & CT-7567 | Rex, CC-5576-39 | Gregor & CT-7567 | Rex Characters: Ahsoka Tano, CT-7567 | Rex, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, CC-5576-39 | Gregor, Original Imperial Characters (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Ahsoka Has Force Empathy, Ahsoka Has Synesthesia, CT-7567 | Rex Needs a Hug, Torture, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Cannibalism, yeah the cannibalism surprised me too, Canon-Typical Violence, Force Bond (Star Wars) Series: Part 12 of Do Not Go Gentle Summary:

Rex is captured during an intelligence-gathering mission on what was supposed to be an abandoned Republic listening outpost.

[Rexsoka Monthly: April '23 (Prompt 3: “It’s you, or it’s no one.”)]

[droolingvenus]

Enter Here:

Hello, and welcome to my little corner of Hell! You can call me Venus, I'm not new to this hellsite by any means and I finally decided it was time to carve out the niche in the Star Wars fandom that I always dreamed of someone else making.

On this blog, I will be posting various headcanons, blurbs, quotes, fanart, possibly fanfictions of my own writing, all relating to what I consider to be my favorite ships, including rare pairings and a variety of ships that I think I came up with because I am single IRL and would really rather not be.

I personally write a ridiculous amount of self-indulgent fanfiction that I don't post anywhere and only write for my own enjoyment, but my preferred pairings and AUs are very rarely anywhere near canon. I always hoped there were more people with uncommon interests in the fandom, but after years of no luck, I've made the decision to find them myself, or convert some people...

My main ships that I enjoy writing about/am interested in exploring are:

Quinfox/Foxquin/Vox (Quinlan Vos x Commander Fox)

Codywan (Commander Cody x Obi-Wan Kenobi)

Blyla (Aayla Secura x Commander Bly)

Quinobi/Obiquin (Quinlan Vos x Obi-Wan Kenobi)

Rexsoka (Extremely wary of this one, I would only explore the concept post-Clone Wars Era as Ahsoka is... A child before the end of the War... Yeah, none of that please)

Kanera (Kanan Jarrus x Hera Syndulla)

Dinluke (Din Djarin x Luke Skywalker)

Wreckme? (Padme Amidala x Wrecker? Weird one that I think ONE SINGULAR PERSON has art of and now it lives in my brain dumpster and I've been toying with it a bit)

I'm curious about Kit Fisto x Aayla Secura a Commander Bly, but I haven't actually explored it much, so if you've got any thoughts or favorite fan works, feel free to send them my way!

These are the ships that I currently find myself interested in and writing about, but I'm open to hearing about what other people might like, my only boundaries are non-familial/platonic ships between clones, that's not my cup of tea, and any Master/Padawan ships, something I'm not interested in and would prefer to not engage with, you do you, of course.

I also enjoy at least two AUs, one that I believe pre-dates my use of it and the other is a very common one: Sith AU (Duh) and Victory Ball AU (In which the Clone War ends in a Republic-Jedi victory and things are all made right, Palpatine will always die, usually in increasingly hilarious or vengeful ways, depending on how my day went)

I am a SUCKER for the Soulmate trope/AU, and if anyone ever wants my thoughts on a specific ship being soulmates, ask! I will gladly babble my nonsense to any who wish to hear it!

I will forewarn that I am likely to post about ships + reader, for example, I'm already planning for my first real post to be a Quinfox x reader headcanon, so if you're like me and are polyamorous or LGBTQ+ in another way, you're welcome to send things in too! There's room for everyone around here, my little deal is that no one can be harmed and it can't be an illegal relationship (Examples include but are not limited to: Non-Con, incest, underage/of age partners, abusive dynamics/themes, coercion,) in our standards. As long as it would be legal here, I can usually give it a chance, though if you want me to write about a ship committing crimes together... That's a different story, I have access to Google and no respect for my search history, if you want to hear about being Codywan's assassin/lover, shoot me an ask, I have thoughts ;)

Lastly, I will post NSFW and suggestive content at some point and while I will do my best to add many tags and warnings, if you can't handle that risk and/or you are under 18, GO AWAY. I'm not sorry that I'm an adult and that I enjoy adult content, and anyone who doesn't want to see it is more than welcome to leave.

Ageless blogs and blogs run by minors will be blocked, and it will not be warned or nice, I don't want you here and if you're truly mature, you should be mature enough to respect that this space is not for you.

Asks are open, requests are open, ranting in the asks is more than welcome, feel free to send any questions in and I'll get to them ASAP!

~Venus

[rexsoka-monthly]

Send an ask to this blog or DM one of the mods to request an invite. We talk all things Rexsoka and Star Wars. And you don’t have to be a writer or artist to join in on the fun! If you love Rexsoka, we want you here! 🧡💙

Mods: @whamgram / @ahsokathegray / @darthgoosegoose

Why join the server? You can:

Vote on and suggest monthly prompts

Have a safe space to gush about Rexsoka with other shippers

Take part in special events

Participate in discussion about Star Wars shows, movies, and future projects

Workshop fanfic/fanart ideas with other creators

If that sounds like something you’d want to take part in, then please see our full list of rules for the Rexsoka Monthly Discord server below!

RULES

1) Must be 18+. This server is for adults only. Any member who is discovered to be underage will be removed and referred to other spaces that support Rexsoka and allow minors.

2) Be respectful towards others. It’s okay to disagree and debate on topics, but keep conversations friendly and civil. Please refrain from bashing or doxxing specific people who are not in this server, including antis. Venting is okay, grabbing pitchforks isn’t.

3) This is a non-discriminatory space. Hateful speech about race, sexuality, gender identity, ethnic background, or disabilities will not be tolerated.

4) NSFW chat is accepted in all channels. Please spoiler tag super explicit content, such as graphic descriptions of sexual acts, xeno, etc. Super explicit discussion about Rexsoka should be done in #thirsty-chat.

5) NSFW images/gifs must be spoiler tagged. NSFW content includes nudity, sexual content, violence, etc. Basically anything that you wouldn’t want your boss getting a glimpse of over your shoulder. Please make sure to also spoiler tag the url for images linked from outside sources such as Twitter or Tumblr; this will hide the thumbnail as well.

6) Spoilers must be spoiler tagged. See “Spoiler Guidelines” below for more information.

7) Triggering content must be spoiler tagged. See “Triggers Guidelines” below for more information.

8) Use appropriate tags in your fics. In addition to trigger warnings, please tag tropes that may not be of interest to all readers. This includes topics like cheating, dub-con, pregnancy, OCs as major characters, crossovers with other fandoms, etc.

9) No clonecest. Clonecest refers to any romantic ship between two clones. This includes sharing fics, fanart, or any other content. We welcome people who ship clonecest, but we do not support its discussion in this space.

10) No Master/Padawan ships. This includes Anisoka, Obikin, Quiobi, etc. Due to the power imbalance, grooming aspect, and underage content that is commonly associated with these ships, we do not support their discussion in our server.

11) No Rex or Ahsoka ships that aren’t Rexsoka. This includes Luxsoka, Barrisoka, Kaesoka, Rexwalker, Rexobi, Codex, OC/reader/"you" ships, etc. We understand there are lots of multishippers out there, but we want this space to be exclusively Rexsoka.

12) Rex and/or Ahsoka having past/present relationships before they get together in fics is acceptable. So long as this content is not explicit and Rexsoka is still the focus/endgame. Please tag this appropriately and give a content warning when sharing your fic in the server.

13) No underage Rexsoka, unless it’s platonic. This means no content where Rex is an adult and he is sexually attracted to Ahsoka when she is a minor. Unless their ages are adjusted, no explicit romantic content before season 7. Pre-relationship fluff and Ahsoka having a baby crush are acceptable.

14) Do not share/repost content created by server members without their explicit permission. There may be instances where fics, art, headcanons, and general chatter is only intended to be shared in this private space.

15) Be respectful of the mods’ decisions and do not attempt to “mini mod”. If you see something that you think violates a server rule or have concerns about how a situation was handled, please DM one of the mods. In our efforts to keep channels clean and on topic, mods will delete any messages related to the incident after it is resolved.

16) The mods have the right to remove a member who is not in compliance with these rules. If a member is continuously violating rules, harassing other members, or otherwise impeding the enjoyment of the server for other members, the mods will determine a corrective action to be taken.

*Spoiler Guidelines and Trigger Guidelines (along with the above rules) can all be found in the server under #rules-and-guidelines.

[officialrexsoka]

Official Rexsoka Week 2022 - Prompts and Dates

Here it is! the official dates of Rexsoka Week 2022!

December 4 - 10, 2022

Dec. 4 - R - trope: revenge,  prompt: rebels

Dec. 5 - E - trope: everyone can see it,  prompt: even after all this time

Dec. 6 - X - trope: fiX it,  prompt: eXile 

Dec. 7 - S - trope: soulmates,  prompt: seduction

Dec. 8 - O - trope: only one bed,  prompt: oblivious

Dec. 9 - K - trope: kidnapped,  prompt: kiss (accidental, first, last, etc)

Dec10 - A - trope: Au,  prompt: anything at all  

This year, we did something a little different. We have found tropes that we think will be fun to explore, and added prompts to help get people started. Whether you choose to incorporate both, or just one or the other, we can’t wait to see what you come up with! 

Everyone is welcome to participate, just tag any creations with #rexsoka week 2022 #rexsokaweek #rexsoka week and we will do our best to repost them to the official blog. if you feel we have missed your work, feel free to dm us. 

And a little reminder to be friendly, because any hate goes directly to the bin. 

We’ll see you all soon! 

Mod S, Mod L, Mod M