Just a lady in my decrepit 40s bumbling around the interwebs. Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Lady_Kagewaki/works Fanfiction.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/~ladykagewaki
Ms Fangirl Links and Lore
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What's with my Art Style ?
What is #Jcmmw? It is my doodle tag. It's my initials + mw for "my work".
The Baby Batch comics have been consolidated on a page that @clonethirstingisreal has graciously created: @ilovethebabybatch
Who is Ms Fangirl? She is all of us falling hopelessly in love with all the fictional men. Here are links to some of her "lore" you can browse.
Origins of Ms Fangirl Part 1 Part 2
First AppearancesPort of Tumblr Part 1 & Part 2 (1st proto-Fangirl in the background)
Ms Fangirl was originally Tech's Weirdo (Part 1)
Part 2
She Can Breath Fire: Ms Fangirl and the White Bullet Pepper Part 1 .
At will?
She can fly! She is fueled by her love of the clone boys!
What is she wearing? Orange "Armor" Shoulder Saucer Armor (The Destruction of the Saucer Armor ) Kama New Shoulder Armor Scrunchie
If I were /Ms Fangirl were in TBB S1-3
Season 1 E1a E1b E2, E8Between S1 & S2Season 2: E1, E4, E5, E6, E7 & E8, E8a, E8b, E8c, E11, E16
Ms Fangirl & Friends
She is friends with the ladies, Riyo Chuchi, Phee Genoa, and Clone Trooper Sister . Tech studies her "reactions" with his F.R.E.D.S (Fangirl Related Early Detection System). He has learned to recycle her tears. Ms Fangirl and Crosshair are BESTIES...even if he doesn't think so.
Boy friends
EchoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo (unrequited) Why Echo with 7 Oo's? Ms Fangirl loves Echo more than life, but wants him to be happy and is supportive of any romance he pursues.
Howzer and Howzer's Sausage
Rex, They went steady!
Vader - Halloween and vacation themed 9 parter, with the introduction of "Dark Fangirl"
Hunter (Tears on Pabu) Part 2 Part 3
Fives
Who are her adversaries?
Snakegirl,
Hemlock (aka Hembutt),
Rampart
Other FriendsMs Fancow Origins
Ms Fancow: Alleged Arsonist
Ms Fancow's Future
Ms Fancow's Tech Skills
Ms Fancow vs Rampart
Ms Fancow's Culture
Ms D-VA & the Droidlings
PotatOoOoOoOo
Holidays
Why is Crosshair always in a tree?
*GASP* YOU'RE Santa Cross?!?
A Gift For...
Valentines Day with Exar K-utie!
Boop Wars Chronicles
The Boopening
The Mystery Boop
An Alternate Patch
Ms Fangirl is a Boop War 1 Vet
Overcoming Her Trauma
She has become a boop ninja!
AWOL Beach
Tech
Mayday
Cody
Hardcase
Ms Fangirl Suffers From S.A.D.
SAD Wintertime
SAD Summer/Spring
hello! This is the first chapter to my new fic Iâm not sure what the name is for yet? It follows an ex sith assassin, two years post order 66 and I hope you like it!
Fighting an entire group of bounty hunters after Iâve lost my saber. But I didnât exactly have much of a choice when they all charged at me.
Force exertion is a real thing, you know. I canât constantly throw men out of my way so I can sprint to safety for a little while.
Luckily some lunatic used up all his energy trying to bear hug me and use that handy dandy gas mask on me so I grabbed him by the wrist and managed to disable him quickly using a weak point.
The back and forth went on for a while before I used some of my precious force energy to grab my saber and deal with the rest of them.
On the planet of Corellia, criminal life is practically the only life and itâs buzzing constantly. Which is the main reason I get high paying jobs here because alongside places like Coruscant and Nar Shaddaa, itâs underworld is dangerous but profitable if you know how to survive.
Which I do if I do say so myself.
Not as fun as being a sith assassin but itâs better than being under Dookuâs control and constantly worrying about what the old man wants, and if heâll approve of the spectacular work I did.
Almost a shame I didnât kill him myself.
Walking into the cantina I pull a cloak over my head and slip into the back into Felâs office, in a sing song voice I plop into his chair and spin myself until Iâm dizzy, âI did my job and I want my credits Feeeeeeeellll~â
The large Togruta man with orange montrals and lekku enters with a cup of whiskey and a look that tells me he was just handling an annoying customer and now has to deal with an annoying Demitra.
âWhat did I tell you aboutâ get your boots off my desk, that's Pantoran hardwood!â
I wince when my head bumps against a shelf before clutching my forehead and looking at him, suddenly feeling dumb. God forbid a girl is playful.
âI did your dirty work, and I want my money Fel.â My voice takes on a more serious edge.
âItâs in the bottom compartment.â Fel grunts before returning to his stand.
I rifle through his drawers before finding a case with my payment inside, my eyes glint excitedly and I pick it up and cradle it to my chest before hurrying out of the cantina.
Fel was one of the first people that trusted me to do a job. I know Iâm annoying but Iâm comfortable in that office and he doesnât seem to find my excitement and pride endearing. Upsetting, but not the end of the world. No reason for me to be grumpy.
Corelliaâs capital, Coronet City, is ridiculously crowded this time of day. Iâm only trying to get to my place, a few sectors over. I could walk there and be home in an hour or so. But Iâm tired and my legs are sore from when that Rodian lunged at me.
I push past a couple of people and mutter a few âExcuse meâsâ and âSorryâsâ before I bump into a rusty protocol droid,
âWatch where youâre going, young lady!â
I feel anger rising in my chest, droids are such a pain.
I mutter an apology before looking up to see the droid and its owner bickering.
âI told you to go to Raymond for the parts but noâ you wasted our credits on some seller we donât even know.â
My ears perk up at the name Raymond.
âI calculated the cost difference and product efficiency and decided the seller from Shili was the one with the better deal! Why donât you trust me on this?â The droid speaks clinically but his tone has a lace of frustration.
âBecause youâ weâll talk about this later.â
The droid's owner is a tall, pale blue Twiâlek woman with an accent that I recognize as a blend of a few planets.
Before I can finish analyzing her she catches my gaze and looks at me curiously,
âNosy arenât you? Get out of our faces.â
I realize Iâve been watching them for a while and hurry to the shuttle.
The woman stops me by grabbing my shoulder, âYour saber looks interesting, worth quite a bit around these parts.â
I instinctively wrap my cloak tighter around my body and jerk away from her, she smiles at my reaction, âRelax kid, I donât bite. Can you even use that thing though? Are you a Jedi or something?â
I glare at her, doing my best to look intimidating and lowering my voice to a near whisper, âLightsabers arenât exclusive to Jedi you know. Theyâre a very elegant and effective weapon that any non force-wielding citizen and other saber wielding girl who isnât a Jedi can own.â
The lady just smiles and nods at me in a way that makes me feel like a small child whoâs babbling,
âRight, well I could use that kind of skill in my little group. Thatâs if you can actually power it on.â
I frown and furrow my eyebrows at her, âIâm not interested, find some other girl.â
She shrugs and as I turn to walk away she calls after me, âIâll pay you.â
Money was safety and security, it meant I was doing my job and that I was gonna be okay.
I hesitate but I turn around. My eyes glint with interest and the woman immediately tugs me forward,
âMy nameâs Kala Ve, my droid's called Milo, and you are?â
My eyes flicker between the droid and the woman standing next to me.
I might upload a chapter for a new fic Iâm writing soon but itâs taking a while because I write slow. Itâs centered around a former Sith assassin, two years post order 66 working as a mercenary? I donât know where the story is going yet but I really like the new character. sheâs got a strong personality and voice so I hope you all might like her. Lmk if any of you find that interesting at all? Iâm still working towards being a better writer and itâs gonna be a little rough but yeah whatever it doesnât have to be perfect for me to post.
Drawing the Bad Batch in the one art style I can sorta do consistently, today we have bug-eyed Hunter (part 2/at least 4):
I did my absolute best to preserve his slutty little waist. Also drawing a half-face tattoo on an art style where the appeal is that he straight up doesnât have a face was an interesting thing to figure outâŚ
Echo grew up in the Bronx, the child of immigrants from New Zealand, and lived a few streets over from his cousins (the quadruplet brothers who would later become the Bad Batch). He and his twin brother Fives had been on their own since college, after they lost their parents, and had managed well enough between the two of them.
He started his bachelorâs degree at Columbia in 1938, the same university where, two years later, heâd meet a first-year student named Riyo Chuchi. She was sharp and certain about many ideals, and they agreed on enough of them that it turned into something more. By the time he graduated in 1941 he was putting her name down as his emergency contact on his draft registration.
When the draft came that same year, Echo and Fives went together. Both were assigned to the 501st Infantry, with Echo as serial number 1409. They shipped out the same way theyâd done most things: side by side. While he is away, he writes to Riyo every week without fail.
High quality art images, authors note, references, and taglist below the cut! ~
authors note: Hey guys!! So I know this isnât much backstory written for Echo. Thatâs because he is one of the more main characters I will be telling the story about and didnât want to give too much away! đ Hope that is cool with you guys. You can expect much more content about him in the future!! Also, I know not a ton of people ship Echo and Riyo. I personally love most ships Riyo is in, so no bias here! I just feel like their dynamic would fit a 1940âs setting really well. So in my mind it just makes sense for this AU! Hope you guys agree! Love you!!
Echo grew up in the Bronx, the child of immigrants from New Zealand, and lived a few streets over from his cousins (the quadruplet brothers who would later become the Bad Batch). He and his twin brother Fives had been on their own since college, after they lost their parents, and had managed well enough between the two of them.
He started his bachelorâs degree at Columbia in 1938, the same university where, two years later, heâd meet a first-year student named Riyo Chuchi. She was sharp and certain about many ideals, and they agreed on enough of them that it turned into something more. By the time he graduated in 1941 he was putting her name down as his emergency contact on his draft registration.
When the draft came that same year, Echo and Fives went together. Both were assigned to the 501st Infantry, with Echo as serial number 1409. They shipped out the same way theyâd done most things: side by side. While he is away, he writes to Riyo every week without fail.
High quality art images, authors note, references, and taglist below the cut! ~
authors note: Hey guys!! So I know this isnât much backstory written for Echo. Thatâs because he is one of the more main characters I will be telling the story about and didnât want to give too much away! đ Hope that is cool with you guys. You can expect much more content about him in the future!! Also, I know not a ton of people ship Echo and Riyo. I personally love most ships Riyo is in, so no bias here! I just feel like their dynamic would fit a 1940âs setting really well. So in my mind it just makes sense for this AU! Hope you guys agree! Love you!!