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just saw that comment from that other author on young and fresh – i feel like the inherent nature of tropes like time travel is that thats just how it goes? its the first chapter, all that’s even there is that there is time travel and it’s din, boba, and grogu. i also see enough other differences that i’m just like ??? this is how tropes work – nothing is ever new. why not a wait and see approach for a few more chapters? idk, this entire thing rubs me the wrong way so i cant imagine how u feel

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Honestly, I’m just gonna ignore it now *shrugs*

I’ve had people accuse me before and I frankly at the point where I just roll my eyes at most things. If I really stole a story, then I know I’d lose a lot of my readers respect and I value that too much to attempt it.

That said, I haven’t read their story, there is no inspiration taken from it and yukipir’s art is what I originally thought of while writing my story. But some people like to be offended for small or big things.

I know I haven’t stolen their idea and that’s enough for me at least.

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kibblestrazzel:

“Boba – Big, Bad, & Beautiful”

I needed to compile all my feelings about THICC DADDY Boba Fett into one saucy, saucy pic. That gorgeous, voluptuous, powerful bod needs to be celebrated. In the most fabulous way possible. I’m gonna ruin Boba Fett for ALL the gatekeeping fanboys! *fistpump*

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autisticexpression:

I want to take ao3 antis on a field trip to a public library to see how long it takes for them to advocate book-burning.

Just in my local library alone we have a ton of problematic shit: there’s the Fu Manchu books which are obviously very racist and xenophobic. Then we have books like Stephen King’s It which has some troubling sexual content involving underage characters. There’s Twilight and its derivative 50 Shades of Grey which romanticize abusive relationships. Harry Potter which is written by a known terf and has many questionable themes. There’s the Iliad and the Odyssey which are both full of violent misogyny. The Bible which contains incest and genocide among other things. And last but not least, there’s Gilgamesh, the oldest known work of literature where the hero is a reformed rapist.

All of these are available and easily accessible to everyone including children and unlike with ao3, there is no tagging or warning system. In fact there is even a confidentiality policy for kids 13 and up where the librarians won’t tell their parents or guardians what books they’re checking out! You heard that right, minors are not only allowed but actively encouraged to read stuff their parents wouldn’t approve of!

What do you pearl-clutchers think of that?

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actuallyfeanor:

oh god it’s that time of the year again, so here are some quick reminders:

  • The content allowed on AO3 is legal according to American law. This is a sensible place to draw the line when your explicitly stated aim is to have a fanfiction site where the content is not subjected to random purges for obscure reasons
  • AO3 is run by a non-profit organisation. Nobody is making any money out of this, and when the donation drive goal is exceeded, excess money will go to running the site in the future and fighting potential legal battles for the right to create fanworks
  • It’s possible to donate to AO3 and various charities etc, stop acting as though every cent donated to AO3 is a cent taken from “people who need it more”
  • “Fiction affects reality” yes but the fiction that actually has a societal impact is the latest heteronormative, subtly racist, mass marketed drivel from Disney, not that one properly tagged incest PWP fic with 150 hits and 40 kudos on AO3

YoungandFresh, oh pretty please! More!?

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Scowling up at the trainer, who Boba was pretty sure was Priest and one of those damn Kyr’stad Kryze pretended to be better than despite being a part of, Boba pulled Din with him and away from the demagolka. “Don’t talk with him, he isn’t worth your air.” Boba growled faintly, smirking smugly when the shabuir turned red.

“Watch yourself, clone.” He hissed.

“Or what?” Boba sneered back, feeling Din tighten his grip on his hand. “You’d try decommissioning me? I think Buir would have something to say about that if you tried.” He mocked back, knowing he was threading a dangerous line.

His buir was very suspicious, not that Boba could blame him and he knew he owed his buir answers today.

After all, how often do impossible children just appear on Kamino after all and he wasn’t oblivious to the fact that he himself must have gone through a personality change when he was pulled back through time.

Priest snarled but didn’t raise his hand to Boba, regardless how much he clearly wanted to and the man stomped away instead.

“…Was that wise?” Din whispered, wearing Boba’s clothes, though modified to have a hood. He looked cute in the blue set.

Boba shrugged a tad and pulled his… his something closer.

In the future, they had been together, shared bed, shared the throne of Tatooine, even if Din didn’t claim it officially.

But Din and he were children now, thanks to that damn Jedi artifact that someone had tried to buy Boba of with. He knew he never should have touched the damn thing, especially not with little Grogu right there.

The artifact had seemed to melt and fade and Boba had felt a yank behind his navel in the strangest of manner, as if a hook had been placed inside of him.

The next thing he had known, he woke up on Kamino, so many years in the past that most of it was faded memories without clarity outside of the big events, panicked as he tried to find his Din and instead finding his buir in the living room.

For a few hours, he thought he had lost everything he had worked so hard to gain, even Din and yet somehow he couldn’t find it in himself to regret it wholly when his buir was right there, warm and alive as he clung to him.

Then he found Din in one of the lesser used hallways of the main cloning hub, confused, Grogu in his small arms and his brow eyes so wide and shaken as he nervously tugged at his hood to pull it into his face.

Boba couldn’t bring himself to regret anything then as he pulled both into as tight a hug as possible.

“Most likely not. But Priest is an asshole, he doesn’t deserve the air to breath.” He stated seriously, watching Din twitch a bit, brown eyes quickly flickering to the rows and rows of mirroring faces down below them in the mess hall.

Both of them could feel the clones below watching them in turn, some more obviously than others. Slowly, Din nodded and shifted closer to Boba, clingy and uncertain in a place he had no knowledge of with his usual defenses stripped away.

The loss of his beskar was a hard hit for Din and Boba wished he could help the other but neither of them were even closer to gaining their armors just yet.

But decades of mental conditioning wasn’t stripped from either despite their bodies being deaged and their memories becoming blurry, so Din’s desire to hide was understandable.

Boba was barely ten though and Din was eight, though tall for his age as he was half a head taller than Boba. Still a skinny twig though and Boba had to repress the need to feed the other with how gangly and bony Din was. It didn’t help that Din looked like a helpless tooka as he looked around with large brown eyes and tugged at his hood to cover his face as Boba took him on a tour of the facility, to get him familiarized as Grogu continued sleep, likely a response to whatever Force bullshit had sent them back like this.

Glancing back to see Priest back finally disappear around a corner, Boba pursed his lips. The trainers were curious about Din and Grogu too, the longnecks also as they really were impossible beings that had literally appeared out of nowhere but Jango was the one that was owed answers first, especially about how two impossible children had just appeared.

It made Boba curious actually, if there were now two Din’s in the galaxy or if the Din that existed somewhere in the galaxy had been pulled to Kamino.

Either option seemed weird but with Force artifacts and the Force weirdness, you could never make quite sense of things.

Dred Priest, the demagolka, had been the first to try and get some answers, the asshole thinking he could get away with threatening Boba since buir didn’t interfere when he abused the clones, though he had stopped the damn fighting ring those years back.

But Priest knew better than to actually lay a hand on Boba, both knew if he anyone touched Boba, Jango Fett would rain holy fire down on them and their death would not be swift.

“…We should go back to the quarters, I’d rather not have any of the other trainers jump us.” Boba decided on, Din letting out a soft noise before leaning in and pecking him on the cheek.

The affection was welcome and reassuring honestly, despite them being children and Boba squeezed the other hand, leading the other back the way they had come to bring him back.

Only to turn a corner and almost walk smack dab into Alpha-17, the clone staring down at Boba with his arms crossed over his chest, a squad of his own behind him. “Bob’ika.” He greeted coolly, eyes flickering to Din with en edge of curiosity and fascination for a child so different from them in features.

As a child, Boba had always been slightly scared of the Alpha class.

They had been bigger than his buir and none of them had seemed to harbor any warm feelings for Boba.

It was only later Boba realized that it was simply disinterest and the other coming of as looming in his head due to their sizes.

But Boba wasn’t just a little boy anymore and when Din ducked down and clung to his hand anxiously, Boba stepped more in front of his Din, staring up at him. “17.” He greeted back, lips pursed and eyes narrowed, the message clear.

Back off.

It took the man of guard, his brows raising in curiosity before he shifted to the side, the rest of the squad doing the same, allowing Boba to pull Din with him, Din tugging his loaned blue hood down into his face as he followed Boba.

Boba still felt the eyes in his back and he gnawed on the inside of his cheek, wondering what the kark he was doing.

And what he would do when the damn Jedi showed up.

Kark.

Demagolka = someone who commits atrocities, a real-life monster, a war criminal

Shabuir = jerk but worse

Can we see what happens next in SecretWeCarry? Do the clones ever figure out the prisoners responsible?

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Letting out a deep sigh as he eyed the report Fox had sent him, Cody rubbed at his stubbled jaw. He finally had the name of the prisoners that had jumped ‘Hardeen’ in the showers, but the only thing was…

Two of them were already dead, had been killed in a riot in the prison and could not be touched much to Cody’s consternation.

The other three involved however were still alive and still in prison, though there had been a few attempted escapes on the three’s attempt, enough to bring them up to the high security levels to prevent them from getting out.

After what had happened to ‘Hardeen’, Fox had also transferred more guards to keep an eye on them and had isolated them from the general population.

Violent prisoners such as these couldn’t be allowed among the general population after all.

‘Five people, five people jumped and assaulted my General…’ Cody stared at the images, two humans and three aliens. ‘He would have tried to fight them but without his Force powers against an overwhelming number…’ Cody’s wanted to put his fist in their face that moment.

The three survivors were one human, one zabrak and a twi’lek and all of them had a long rep, the human actually already had rape on his record and the longer Cody stared at their mugshots, the more his stomach curled with disgust.

‘…Death is too good for them.’ His lips pulled into a snarl before he let out a deep breath, sitting back in the chair of his office. It was practically a small storage but it was okay enough to do the requisition and other paperwork a commander had to fill in for the GAR without input.

The other times he would work with Obi-Wan in his quarters, for things the other had to sign of on and such. Obi-Wan’s office wasn’t much larger but the desk was good to sit at and Obi-Wan had a water boiler to make tea in his office.

He often actually made enough hot water so Cody could have caff, having a jar of instant caff stashed with his tea. It never failed to warm Cody and he suddenly wanted to go see his General.

‘But Obi-Wan is resting and that’s how its going to stay, resting, recovering.’ Cody reminded himself sternly.

Obi-Wan was actually doing somewhat better these days, despite the loss of the fetus and the attack by the CIS. If Cody was to take a guess, the constant attention from not only the medics but also General Skywalker was doing him a galaxy of good.

Along with the troopers own brand of care.

Helix, as the CMO, had sent out a priority message for most of the higher level command to read, to arrange for someone to visit Obi-Wan for an hour every five hour throughout the day cycle and evening cycle, to keep him occupied if he needed conversation.

Always a different clone, always for different reasons.

Obi-Wan needed human interaction and he had always been happy to speak with his troopers since the get go, happy to learn what he could of the troopers unique sign language or about the things they learned, even if some of it made him sad. Or he liked to teach them the things he knew.

He knew that both Waxer and Boil visited him and got language lessons, their visits often lasting longer than the hour the medics had asked for.

No one had the heart to send them away though and when Obi-Wan showed signs of tiredness, the two would make themselves scarce with believable white lies.

Cody too visited for more than the required hour, sometimes not talking at all and simply sitting at Obi-Wan’s side, holding his hand as the two read novels from a pad each. Sometimes that was all Obi-Wan needed, human contact but not a lot of talking.

After everything Obi-Wan had gone through, he needed positive, reinforced contact.

That was why Cody often held the others hand or let Obi-Wan rest his head on his shoulder.

‘But he has to rest now, Band-aid sent out a ship wide message about him being asleep.’ Cody reminded himself, focusing back on the mugshots, narrowing his eyes faintly.

Fox had promised to keep them alive… for now.

‘Your days are numbered… just you wait. You live for now.’ Cody bared his teeth in vicious smile, knowing the prisoners days were numbered.

He’d make SURE of that.

I tend to think that Qui-Gon realised that his and Obi-Wan’s partnership was meant to be the day Obi-Wan brought back a Pathetic Lifeform of his own. Like say it’s chucking it down on some world where they are and Obi-Wan hears this pathetic mewling and it’s this sodden cat and he keeps it close to him all day (inside his robes, maybe inside his hood like he’s seen Qui-Gon do to the PLs) and Qui-Gon lights up when he sees what Obi-Wan has brought back to their quarters

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americankimchi:

Qui-Gon: Sounds fake but okay

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Obi-Wan: Master NO

His Padawan’s learning. He’s so proud.

Its been a hot minute, but for Jedi are Cats (something like that) do the clones have their own version of YouTube to put their videos of their generals being funny?

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To the delight of the entire galaxy, the GAR clones had started their own holopage for their Jedi General’s shenanigans.

With weekly donations, it was running smoothly, updated by several battalions daily to make it worth the credits. Most of the donations were used to the upkeep of the page of course but some of it went into the GAR.

There had been quite a few thank you on the page from each battalion, investing in better caff or tea or treats.

It was rather adorable and had racked up a tad more donations, just to see them enjoy themselves and share with their Jedi.

Then there were the delightful videos themselves, all of them arranged Jedi by Jedi, so one could find their favorite Jedi. There was also the option to cross search for certain feline behavior, just so the viewer could find their favorite hilarity.

()()()

The angle of the camera was shaky and low, alerting the viewer to the fact that it was a helmet camera once more and that it was suited on the trooper’s hip. Finally though, the shaky angle became clear and allowed the viewer to see…

Plo Koon, curled up in an ammo crate, looking for all the world like there was nowhere else the kel dor would want to be with a blanket beneath himself. The man looked to be half asleep from what they could tell with the googles and breathing mask and he was actually purring faintly.

“…General, what in the world are you doing?” A gruff voice questioned.

The Jedi shifted inside the crate, lifting his head slightly from his own head to look up before huffing a tad in amusement. “Ah, Wolffe, I’m merely taking a nap.” The Jedi stated cheerfully.

“…In an ammo crate?” The same voice repeated, sounding merely resigned instead of incredulous.

Considering that the entire galaxy was now aware of the Jedi’s feline traits, no one was shocked by it at all and most were giggling at how adorable the kel dor was behaving.

“Indeed, its comfortable and safe. Would you like to join me?” Brows creased and cheeks shifted in a clear smile.

“…Thank you for the offer sir, but no thank you. Please enjoy your nap.” Came a low, drawn out sigh.

()()()

“Doooooon’t.” A blond trooper, Captain Rex, stated seriously, eyes narrowed in the video as he stood in front of his General at the mess table. This video was taken from a distance in a command room, clearly by another trooper watching the exchange of their General and their Captain.

Seated at said table, Anakin Skywalker sat, staring up at his captain with wide, mock innocent eyes, the back of his mech hand placed against a cup.

What was in the cup was hard to tell, but what was clear, was that this was a cup shoving behavior of a feline.

Or a Force sensitive being.

The stare-off continued, the General slowly moving the cup another inch and the captain growling deeply. “General… I swear…” He raised a finger at the other man. “Don’t you dare… I brought you that so you could hydrate…” The captain wagged it.

The human in front of him watched the finger wag, tilted his head, as if debating his option and then gave a grin so wide it looked loopy before he sent the cup flying into the air.

“GENERAL!”

()()()

Another shot, this time in what looked like a camp on some planet or moon, General Kenobi practically strutting across the camp towards his Commander with a wide smile on his lips. “Cody!” He called out.

The man in question, Commander Cody as his scar made him very unique among his peer, lifted his head from the pad he was looking over, the man sitting outside at a rickety table. “General?” The man greeted with a small smile, blinking when the man placed something on the table. “General, what is this?” He questioned curiously, setting his pad aside to pickup a leaf, the tips of it colored a light blue like a sky, while the bottom turned almost black.

Chuckling, General Kenobi rubbed awkwardly at the back of his neck, his ears turning a tad red. “Its a Yuran tree leaf, they’re unique for their blue, gradient color and this in particular was beautiful. I wanted you to have it.” He informed him with a wry twist of his lips.

It was rather funny, to see all the feline behavior the Jedi had and more, it was adorable.

How odd, they went from being mysterious to adorable beings.

Din’s gonna have to go through quite some healing with his stomach, the liquid diet and mash sucks to be on, when your stomach is first opened up and all that.

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Feeling the hand rubbing his back as he continued coughing up what he had tried to eat, Din wondered what in the world had gone wrong.

Initially, due to his forced stomach surgery so to speak, Din had been required to go on a liquid and semi solid diet, to try and recover and adjust his body. It had been difficult but thankfully, the chefs down in Boba’s kitchen had made interesting and properly seasoned food.

But finally, after weeks of first fluid and then semi solid, Din could finally eat proper food and Boba had quite happily put spiced poultry on the meal for tonight, with fried tubers and mandalorian spice mix sauce.

Din had been looking forward to it, had been delighted that finally he would be able to chew and swallow something substantial instead of being filled with liquids.

That he would finally get to chew on something, that he’d eat something with texture.

He had dug into the small portion, eagerly chowing down but knowing he had to pace himself… and yet…

The meat had seemed to get stuck on the halfway, it was slightly dry but Din had compensated with sauce and still, the meat seemed to get stuck on the way to his stomach and Din had ended up gagging and hacking up thick saliva to begin with and then…

He couldn’t call what he was doing throwing up, not really, not when it had never really reached his stomach.

As he hung over Boba’s toilet with Boba rubbing his back and Paz and Fennec hovering outside it, Din continued regurgitating all the food he had swallowed, what little it was, into the toilet, as if he was a child with no control.

His cheeks burned with excretion and humiliation and his stomach ached unpleasantly with a muscle spasms and yet fullness.

“Easy Din, easy. Just let it come up,” Boba murmured soothingly and Din let out a pitched whine before spitting up more of the thick saliva that had come initially. “You must have eaten to fast for your body to get with the program.” Boba continued, voice full of sympathy but thankfully no pity.

Spitting again, Din trembled as he waited for his body to force more food up but thankfully, it seemed like finally, it was done setting Din through hell and he slowly sank back on his knees to look up at Boba with an exhausted look. “…I hate this.” He rasped darkly, his voice raw from the food and saliva coming up, accepting the glass of water the other handed him to swish out his mouth.

He didn’t dare try swallowing any fluids though, not when his stomach felt so oddly full and awful. What if more food came up? Or the water?

No, Din would rather not have that again.

“I know, I’m sorry Din, I know you were looking forward to this,” Boba murmured, slowly settling his hand in Din’s hair to stroke the soft curls out of his face. “I can speak with the chefs, maybe it be easier to start with meat already stationed in sauce? Like a spiced stew?” He suggested carefully.

Din grimaced but nodded at the suggestion.

It would make it easier for Din to eat and a spiced stew wasn’t the same as semi solid or liquid, it would have texture for one, with meat chunks around. “…Could…” He swallowed thickly, looking up at Boba hopefully as the other raised a brow questioningly, the gnarled scar tissue mimicking an eyebrow. “Could you ask them to use some razzer tubers, those never fully cook and… and I’d like to be able to chew on something.” Din admitted carefully.

Amber eyes softened at that and Boba knelt down, wrapping Din in a hug that the other leaned into exhaustively. “Of course. I’ll also have Greve buy in some more of those nuts you like, get a stash of them only for you that you can munch on whenever you want. That’s some nice texture.” He stated promisingly.

Swallowing thickly, fighting tears, Din pressed closer into the other, smelling warm musk and body odor of Boba. “I don’t want to make problems…” Din hesitated, even as he rested his cheek on Boba’s shoulder, pressing his forehead into the crook of his neck as he set the glass of water down on the floor beside them.

“Saleucami almonds aren’t a problem to get, especially not for me,” Boba ran his fingers through Din’s hair, his deep voice lulling Din into a blanket of security. Boba’s voice never failed to make Din feel safe when it was pitched so low and he sniffled a tad. “And even if they were, for you, it be worth it. You know Two-Dee said you had to eat several small meals to get your stomach up to snuff and to keep your weight at a good place.” The king of Tatooine stated calmly but seriously.

To that, Din didn’t have much to say, he knew that he had to eat well to remain at his weight, to keep his muscle mass but sitting here after regurgitating the first proper meal he had in weeks… he felt rather despondent if he was honest.

The hand in his hair and Boba’s warm arm around him helped a tad though, the comfort the human touch brought.

Boba did that a lot, touched Din in a gentle and slow manner, always checking that Din was comfortable with it.

Initially, it had been hard, Din hadn’t been used to it but Boba managed to get closer, eased him into accepting and liking the affectionate touches. Maybe it was that Din had always been on his own and therefore he wasn’t used to being touched outside of violence, and therefore he didn’t associate it with anything good.

But Grogu and later on Boba, had managed to remind him how nice a comforting touch from someone you trusted could be.

The other’s hands were capable of much violence, of that Din had personally witnessed, everything from being able to crack a plastoid helmet to pieces, to snapping someones neck and yet on Din, they were always gentle.

Boba had never done anything towards Din that would make him distrust him.

He had never altered a deal they had midway, he had never raised a hand towards Din or anyone he cared for and he had never taken advantage of Din’s trust to to steal or dishonor him.

No, if there was anyone beyond Grogu who Din now could trust, it would be Boba, with Fennec quickly making her way onto the list.

Paz… was a difficult subject.

He both trusted him and yet not at the same time, their shared history making it difficult at time but… maybe, with time, he could trust Paz. Their past could not be rewritten but forgiveness and time could soften the harshest of insults and blows.

For now, Din was content to curl into Boba’s warm body, the feel of scarred skin against his own smoother one a familiar and comforting sensation with the blunt fingers scratching at his scalp and nape.