Behold my piece for the @rexsokazine !!! I am SUPER late i knooooow but i said I'd share it here so here it is!!!
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There are other pieces as well but I'm too shy to share them atm xD I'm already so late so yknowwwww
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Shared Responsibility
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: CT-7567 | Rex & Ahsoka Tano
Characters: CT-7567 | Rex, Ahsoka Tano
Additional Tags: Domestic Fluff, Queerplatonic Relationships, at least that was the vibe i was going for?, Order 66 Didn’t Happen (Star Wars), Bad Cooking, Literal Sleeping Together, naptime for ex-captains and ex-padawans, post war figuring life out
Summary:
“You’re crushing me.”
“Sure, Mr. ‘I can bench press the shinies.’”
“I could push you onto the floor.”
“But you won’t.”
Rex sighed, and let his head fall back against the cushions. “You’re a menace, you know that?” His hand moved from her side to her lek, stroking the back of her head. “A great striped menace.”
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A year after the war, Rex and Ahsoka spend the day together.
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Here is the fic I wrote for @rexsokazine! It was a wonderful project, and an honor and pleasure to be involved.
YAYYYY!!! I am very excited to finally post this. I had lots of fun with lighting and working on how it all reflects and such. Thanks so much to everyone at the @rexsokazine !
You can check out the accompanying ficlet on ao3 HERE.
After months of waiting patiently I'm FINALLY able to post my contribution to the @rexsokazine !! I'm incredibly honored to have been invited to participate in this zine as a guest artist.
Everyone running the event was so kind and understanding and I'm very grateful for that, especially given the fact that I had one thing after another happen last year. Thank you guys for such a good experience 💛 and thanks to all of the other participants for helping to make such a gorgeous final product!! 😍
No, really. Rex and Wolffe got a ranch. Ahsoka's visiting!
Written for "Alive: A Rexsoka Zine," over at @rexsokazine. We just got permission to post! Whoo!
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She comes to the planet on public transport, safer now than she has been in years. She pays for a ticket, and hardly worries about bounties or Imperial inquisitors. She’s outlived that regime.
Renting a speeder is similarly easy.
(It’s been less than a decade since the destruction of Alderaan. It’s been only five years since the battle on Endor. Ahsoka is only forty-five, and she’s outlived civilizations.)
(It’s a sobering thought, always.)
Rex is waiting in the fields when the speeder pulls up. He’s out there with some herd animals that she’s forgotten the name of, wearing a straw hat on his head to protect his scalp from the sun.
His hair’s been thinning. He’s forty-one, but the clones aged double for the first ten years, so he’s really more like fifty, and…
Well, he hates to admit it, but his age is really catching up to him. Ahsoka’s usually too polite to point it out.
“Commander!” He calls out, and she disembarks straight into his arms with a laugh. The speeder is even still sputtering behind her.
“Commander,” she greets right back, and he chuckles against her montral, stubble rasping against the skin that’s leathered with age. She still swats at him for it.
“Rude,” he mocks, backing away and right into the side of one of the furry creatures that’s ambled up right behind him. It’s tall enough that it’s more like a high wall than anything, and he doesn’t seem particularly surprised by the creature simply showing up in his way.
“So, these are…” she trails off.
“Nerfs, actually,” Rex says, roughly smacking at the creature’s side. Said creature is large enough that it appears not to notice. “Just a bit of a local offshoot, relatively unique breed, bigger than the usual. The fur’s more like a bantha than the usual nerf, longer, that sort of thing.”
“So they’re mostly for textiles?” Ahsoka asks, coming closer by enough to pet the nerf’s snout. “The size certainly seems closer to a bantha…”
“Only when you don’t have them next to each other for comparison,” Rex says. “You wanna stay out here with the animals a bit, or go see Wolffe?”