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give me your shoulder to lean against, steady me, don’t let me drop by cosmodrome
Fandoms: Fallout: New Vegas
04 Sep 2021
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I’m so in love with you I can’t stand up.
Courier 6 wanders through the Mojave and finds love in many places along the way.
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think not, the eleventh commandment by qigiined
Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Book of Boba Fett (TV), Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars: Clone Wars (2003) - All Media Types, The Mandalorian (TV)
11 Aug 2022
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Boba leaves Djarin to his tracking while he takes deep breaths and tries to convince himself that running screaming into the wastes is not how he is going to deal with all this. He needs to think smarter, not harder. The sarlacc is an enormous motherfucking terror dome. It cannot move far, and it cannot possibly move fast. If it moved, it has to be around here somewhere. Someone has to have felt it or seen it.
Someone has to know something about sarlaccs. Someone living. Someone dead.
(Boba sets out to hunt his white whale.)
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23 Jan 2026
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“Bang on. The one with the helmet—did I forget ‘helmet’ just now?”
“Your senility ebbs and flows with the heat,” Cody says without intonation.
Kenobi taps at Cody’s cheek contemplatively instead of his own.
“I think Luke likes him. ‘Soka’s jury is still out,” he abruptly proclaims. “I put forward a move for acceptance.”
“Your appeal has been denied,” Cody says. “Who are you, in the green?”
“I am putting forward a second application,” Kenobi says.
“In the green. Remove your helmet.”
Well, that there is an order and one that Boba will happily follow. He lifts the helmet and lowers his arms and there is again silence.
“You probably don’t recognize me,” Boba says.
Cody drops to his knees in the river.
“Boba,” he breathes.
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'tween layers of mesh you'll find me by deniigiq
Fandoms: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types
04 Jan 2023
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Ahsoka is ambivalent to aquascapes, terrariums, and all things in between. She finds Rex's creatures aesthetically pleasing but otherwise boring. Not once has she expressed an interest in feeding the fish or trimming the grasses. The furthest she’s gone has been to tell him to get geckos next time. These, she claims, actually have personality.
Rex takes this frankly unnecessary attitude from her because Ahsoka is the reason that he has tanks at all. He couldn’t afford anything to put in his first tank until she arrived to his doorstep with a ballooning plastic bag in hand.
The fish died within a week. It came from a grungy pet store in the city that advertised its bettas in a pyramid of plastic cups, but the little guy’s brief presence in Rex’s tiny tank was enough for him to become hooked.
Fish became an obsession.
(Post-War AU where Ahsoka is determined she's going to save Obi-Wan's miniature pond, and Rex is illegally breeding Nabooian salamanders in his one-bedroom apartment.)
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22 Jan 2026
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Bant links her arm through Kenobi’s as she reads messages on her pad. She reports that General Fisto has replied to her inquiry with an essay about how he specifically told the late Master Qui-Gon Jinn that that pot was meant for a closed environment. Closed, he insists. They’d talked about this for weeks. General Fisto had provided innumerable resources; in fact, he still has them. He is checking his logs as they speak and, yes, he has the message receipts from three decades ago and they are timestamped.
This is proof that he did nothing wrong; he had been more specific than he’d ever been about anything in his life. He’d been so specific that General Windu, who at the time claimed he was not picking up so much as a pebble to assist in any part of this endeavor, knew the ins and outs of what was allowed and explicitly, emphatically forbidden for this project.
“He’s still going,” Bant says, scrolling down her pad. “Wow, he’s really going. We did it, kids. We finally found Kit’s last nerve.”
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running with scissors by qigiined
Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types
16 Dec 2021
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Commander Ponds whirls around at the sound of Mace’s step and bolts up to his feet. He begs Mace not to take Boba back to Kamino. He says that he’ll look after him. He’ll take responsibility.
With hands pressed together, he pleads for mercy for his brother. Mace tells him not to be ridiculous. Of course he isn’t taking Boba back to Kamino. He’s waiting, that’s all.
It is only fair to give everyone a second chance. Even Jango Fett.
(An AU where Mace Windu acquires and shares custody over a six-year-old Boba with Jango.)
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22 Jan 2026
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The clones, in general, have a strong affinity for sweetness. Mace is aware that certain Mandalorian groups, too, have arrays of traditional sweets eaten with strong tea and caf, even in scorching weather.
He gives Boba piece of layered wafer drizzled with honey.
At first, Boba is suspicious of the honey. When Mace offers him the jar and spoon to play with, he takes several defensive steps back. He watches Mace with narrow eyes as Mace demonstrates for him that this is an edible substance.
He is less skeptical about the wafer—of course he is. It is shaped like a tiny rations bar.
Mace has got this kid’s number now. He loves rectangles. They’re his favorite shape of food.
Mace lures him in with the rectangle and starts by giving him a dry piece, then, when he’s not looking, hides a smear of honey between two. He hands this discreet treat off to Boba once he’d finished picking apart the layers of the first and shows him how to crunch directly down on the thing. Boba stares at him.
He picks the wafers apart anyways, the little shit.
Mace is fond of how he bristles with interest after taking an experimental lick at the honey regardless.
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the tuning fork by qigiined
Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars Original Trilogy
14 Nov 2021
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“You’re a good person, Ani,” Padmé said.
His feet sought out that ornate, gilded doorframe. They stopped him in front of it so that he could turn back with a hand on the hilt of his saber.
“I’m not,” he said. “But I’m trying to become one. Our kids are an anchor for me. I just wish I could be one for them.”
(Anakin doesn't fall, but he and Padmé don't keep custody of Luke and Leia. Anakin tries to grapple with the consensual loss of his children while trying to stay in their lives. Meanwhile, someone murders a senator.)
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22 Jan 2026
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“I think,” Padmé said, “I love how much you love them?”
Anakin’s head came up on its own volition.
“What?” he said.
“It reminds me how much you loved your mother,” Padmé said. “It makes me feel like you love...even the parts of me that I can’t.”
Her eyes would not meet his, but he didn’t need to see them.
“I saw myself in Luke back there,” Padmé continued. “And I was so afraid for him. I never wanted him—either of them—to be there, in that place where I was with you back then. I guess up until that moment, I never thought a jedi could be anything but invincible. Every one I have ever met has been larger than life. Qui-Gon. Obi-Wan. You. Ahsoka and Windu and Koon—you all move like you aren’t afraid of death. But in that moment three years ago, I saw—I knew that I was wrong. And that scared me. Can you believe it? It wasn’t the pain that scared me; it was being wrong about you.”
Anakin let the leaf fall from his fingers.
“But you were,” he said.
“I wasn’t,” Padmé countered immediately. “I’m not. But I’ve been letting myself be naïve, and that’s not working anymore. You’ve been trying to become the person who I thought you were the whole time, and I’ve been content to wait until you did. But that’s not fair, is it?”
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they're neutral by deniigiq
Fandoms: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy
04 Jul 2022
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They buy the 200 fucking pound fountain. It is infuriatingly cheap, and unspeakably difficult to maneuver into any space without removing paint from said space. Rex has to come out and help them hoist it into the garage and several hours pass around the kitchen table, drinking scalding hot mint tea and plotting. Plotting. Plotting.
They’re going to have to bolt the thing down somehow or else people are going to just steal it right from the center of the roundabout. Cody has about twenty bags of unused cement in his garage and some bolts big enough to get through it if need be.
He looks at Wolffe. Wolffe looks at Rex.
(Retired Commander Cody moves into a new neighborhood and becomes furious at the way a nearby roundabout is treated as a dumpsite. He installs a giant Jedi Crest fountain dead in the center of it and accidentally creates a safe place for the diasporic Jedi community to worship.)
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19 Jan 2026
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Cody makes caf every day and while the aroma brings with it the wash of a briny tide, the house begins to feel too empty. Cody grows antsy, so he fills the space.
Mainly with brothers, he must be honest. It is a novelty for nearly all of them to come to a place which is not an apartment. Yes, this planet is far from the places that clones are accustomed to. Yes, Cody is the only clone trooper in this neighborhood and people do stare at him as he goes about his business on trash day, knocking on doors and gaining permission from those along the street to drag their large green refuse and recycling bins to the curb.
At first, he was met with resistance and suspicion, but soon it seems that the neighbors discovered his feud with the infernal trucks and their incompetent drivers.
These drivers all refer to him as ‘the general’ at 0600 hours when he comes out to stand by the door on the porch with steaming mug of caf in hand. He observes them. He has to. A sense of surveillance is the only way to get things done in the civilian world, apparently.
Prior to this, Cody left the city workers to do as they would, trusting that the city would not hire laborers who would waste their finite resources. He expected that the rights of man, citizen, and resident would be taken as sacred given that such rights, among certain peoples (ahem) were scarce to non-existent.
Surely the right to a clean street, waste removal, road mending, and breathable air would not be so taken for granted that those charged with the care of such things would be so lax in their manner to as besmirch their integrity.
Surely.
Surely not.
The scales have fallen from Cody’s eyes. He, as the former Marshall Commander of the 212th Attack Battalion still, sadly, has do everything his goddamn self around here.
So he and the refuse men have their relationship. He observes them weekly. Their vehicle makes such a ground-shaking racket as it peruses the street that he could not have slept through their visits even if he wanted to. And he does not want to.
What he wants is maximum efficiency from all those he encounters in this new free world. That and that alone would bring him enough peace to fill these empty rooms.