The story of how Hamato Leonardo lost everything, lost everybody. He was a ghost of himself, a shell that was simply going through the painful motions of life. But then he was kidnapped, and was convinced that he was finally safe to be some a person again. It fell through like he should have expected it to, but not in the way he thought it would, and he suddenly had a reason to relearn how to actually live. A baby girl.
a feel like the new generation of fanfic readers NEED to understand that clicking on a fic (interaction) does nothing. ao3 has no algorithm. your private discord discussions of fic do not reach the authors. if you do not actively engage with writers they will stop posting. this isnât social media this is community.
It's like a family, almost. You don't let your teenagers stay isolated in their rooms, you give them encouragement and stuff, and if you don't, well, dang. Sad. Ao3 authors are those teenagers, they need encouragement!
I'm putting all of my projects on hold for a bit, mostly because I have no motivation or any ideas. Hopefully I'll be back next year, and I will delete this post when I am.
Anyone else feel incredibly guilty for getting sick? Like, maybe I'm not actually sick because I'm not as sick as I could POSSIBLY be, so perhaps I'm just milking it to get attention and to get out of doing things, even when they're things I genuinely enjoy doing and cry about having to miss out on. Maybe I just want to stay home that badly and I'm faking it. I shouldn't get to have any kind of fun while I'm sick, that's a SURE SIGN that I'm not really sick at all. I'm probably not even that contagious. I should've gone today. They need me. Pay no attention to the fact that I can't stand up without falling over.
You can now find 'Tales of Clone Force 99' on AO3!!!!
Find it here
Tags: Original Female Character(s), Minor Violence, Injury, Bullying, Pre-Star Wars: The Clone Wars, for like four chapters, maybe beta read? Idk at this point, Hunter is a kleptomaniac sometimes, Clone Cadets, pre-bad batch... Kinda, Sleep? Who's that?Canon? Who's That?, Crosshair should be the medic and I will die on that hill, Crosshair and Tech are twins (Star wars: The Bad Batch)
Characters: CT-9901 | Hunter, CT-9903 | Wrecker, CT-9902 | Tech, CT-9904 | Crosshair, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, Original Clone Trooper Character(s) (Star Wars), Original Jedi Character(s) (Star Wars), Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), CC-2224 | Cody, Clone Force 99 | Bad Batch, Clone Trooper 99 (Star Wars)
Fandom: The Bad Batch
Summary: Clone Force 99 is a unit of defective clones with desirable mutations. They have an⌠unorthodox way of doing things. They themselves are rather unorthodox. But, they are still clones, and they still have that bond with each other that all other clones have, if not a little stronger.
OR)) We weakly follow canon as the Bad Batch bonds and grows, makes mistakes and lives with them, and it is very soft at times.
OR²)) a very self indulgent fic that follows the Bad Batch from cadet hood all the way to after the animated series ends and maybe Iâll fix the deaths of the clones that I like
Snippet under cut!!!
âStealing food isnât allowed, sad squad.â A random cadet jeered at them as he walked past with his buddies.
Grace rolled her eyes and simply went on eating, but Wrecker couldnât ignore the jab.
What right did this clone have to call them âsad?!
âWhat makes you think you arenât any sadder than us?â He asked, getting to his feet to tower over the cadet that gulped, seeming to realize that he messed up.
âUh..â
âThatâs enough Wrecker.â Grace called, her hand resting in his tightly clenched one as she got up to put her tray in the washer, âI think youâve scared âim sufficiently.â
âI ainât scared!â The cadet hissed, his hands shaking where he was gripping his tray, âPipsqueak!â
âIâm not insulted by a little baby Blue that canât even use proper grammar.â Grace said, her back straightening, her face falling into a deadly calm expression that made even Wrecker feel a bit uneasy.
The tray in her hand was starting to look like a potential weapon now.
âI- Iâm almost a Tween!â The cadet stammered, trying to gain back some credit, âNot that you would know what thatâs like, since youâre such a runt!â
Grace screamed in anger and bashed her tray over the cadetâs head, and hell broke loose.
~<*>~
This situation was not desirable, but it was exhilarating.
She grumbled as sticky soup spilled down her clothes from the bowl she had grabbed from a nearby table, but she looked far better than the other cadets that were covered in other, grosser, things.
âGrace, I thought you were supposed to not start food fights!â Wrecker teased, âBut Iâm glad you did it and not me! That means I wonât be blamed this time!â
The half eaten loaf of bread that the taller clone had smacked another cadet in the eye, knocking him off the table he had been using as high ground to throw food at the other cadets.
âYeah, well, now we need to get out of here or I will really be taking the blame for this.â Grace said, rolling her eyes, âWhich I will refuse because I wasnât the instigator!â
âYou were the one that bashed that cadet over the head!â Wrecker laughed, âThe sound it made was funny!â
The food fight had picked up in intensity as the entire mess hall of cadets got swept up in the conflict.
Food was flying everywhere, splattering against walls, and some of the cadets were even resorting to punching and kicking each other.
âLaugh later, escape consequences now!â Grace giggled, stabbing a cadetâs hand with a spoon as she slipped away, Wrecker on her tail.
They had just made it to the door as a shout rang out over the hubbub.
âThe weirdos are getting away!â Eerie stillness fell and all eyes turned to Grace and Wrecker, who were now standing frozen by the doors.
Characters: Hunter, Tech, Crosshair, Wrecker, Omega, Echo, A bunch of clone OCs, more clones, a couple kaminoans, some random people, a few Jedi
Relationships: I'm not quite sure yet... Nothing overly romantic
Tags: Bullying, War preparations, Kaminoans, Hunter's a kleptomaniac, blood, food fights... This will be updated when I write more!
Summary: Clone Force 99 is a unit of defective clones with desirable mutations. They have an⌠unorthodox way of doing things. They themselves are rather unorthodox.But, they are still clones, and they still have that bond with each other that all other clones have, if not a little stronger.
OR)) We weakly follow canon as the Bad Batch bonds and grows, makes mistakes and lives with them, and it is very soft at times.
OR²)) a very self indulgent fic that follows the Bad Batch from cadet hood all the way to after the animated series ends and maybe Iâll fix the deaths of the clones that I like
Snippet:
âThey should give you bigger trays on a daily basis.â Grace said, âYou keep growing too fast. We should keep a stash of snacks somewhere in our barracks for you.â
âStealing food isnât allowed, sad squad.â A random cadet jeered at them as he walked past with his buddies.
Grace rolled her eyes and simply went on eating, but Wrecker couldnât ignore the jab. What right did this clone have to call them âsad?!
âWhat makes you think you arenât any sadder than us?â He asked, getting to his feet to tower over the cadet that gulped, seeming to realize that he messed up.
âUh..â
âThatâs enough Wrecker.â Grace called, her hand resting in his tightly clenched one as she got up to put her tray in the washer, âI think youâve scared âim sufficiently.â
âI ainât scared!â The cadet hissed, his hands shaking where he was gripping his tray, âPipsqueak!â
âIâm not insulted by a little baby Blue that canât even use proper grammar.â Grace said, her back straightening, her face falling into a deadly calm expression that made even Wrecker feel a bit uneasy.
The tray in her hand was starting to look like a potential weapon now.
âI- Iâm almost a Tween!â The cadet stammered, trying to gain back some credit, âNot that you would know what thatâs like, since youâre such a runt!â
Grace screamed in anger and bashed her tray over the cadetâs head, and hell broke loose.
~<*>~
This situation was not desirable, but it was exhilarating.
She grumbled as sticky soup spilled down her clothes from the bowl she had grabbed from a nearby table, but she looked far better than the other cadets that were covered in other, grosser, things.
âGrace, I thought you were supposed to not start food fights!â Wrecker teased, âBut Iâm glad you did it and not me! That means I wonât be blamed this time!â
The half eaten loaf of bread that the taller clone had smacked another cadet in the eye, knocking him off the table he had been using as high ground to throw food at the other cadets.
âYeah, well, now we need to get out of here or I will really be taking the blame for this.â Grace said, rolling her eyes, âWhich I will refuse because I wasnât the instigator!â
âYou were the one that bashed that cadet over the head!â Wrecker laughed, âThe sound it made was funny!â
The food fight had picked up in intensity as the entire mess hall of cadets got swept up in the conflict.
Food was flying everywhere, splattering against walls, and some of the cadets were even resorting to punching and kicking each other.
âLaugh later, escape consequences now!â Grace giggled, stabbing a cadetâs hand with a spoon as she slipped away, Wrecker on her tail.
They had just made it to the door as a shout rang out over the hubbub.
âThe weirdos are getting away!â
Eerie stillness fell and all eyes turned to Grace and Wrecker, who were now standing frozen by the doors.
