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[tfw-adhd]

So, I’ve heard of ppl with ADHD who have issues with textures, but I was wondering if that happened with smells too?

Yeah, it does! People with ADHD struggle with sensory issues, so certain smells, bright lights, certain textures, certain sounds, certain tastes.... can all be things that we find very uncomfortable.

[clonecest-bin-account]

Hardcase/Jesse/Kix? I can't stop thinking about how Hardcase goes quiet when ppl tease him. Maybe Kix notices and Jesse says sorry? Thank you ^^

(Yes! It’s a shame that this side of Hardcase often gets ignored, so I was happy that I got the chance to explore it)

Kix isn’t a great talker; even when they’re all gathered together at 79’s, sharing a nice drink, he prefers listening rather than actually participating in the conversation. He doesn’t do it out of malice, he just likes it.

This “distance”, so to speak, allows him to notice certain things. Nothing too big, just some small details that he would’ve missed otherwise.

Thanks to this, he’s discovered something very interesting: despite his bubbly exterior, it takes very little for Hardcase to get quiet, almost closing off. He doesn’t take being made fun of well, which is something that unfortunately happens quite frequently; even if the jab is made in jest, it’s sad to see Hardcase trying not to show how much it hurt him. He doesn’t deserve it.

Kix needs to do something about this.

 He goes to find Jesse.

He’s not hard to find: he often tends to stay at the refectory longer than he should, mostly because he gets stuck speaking with his vode that he barely notices the passage of time. As soon as he spots Kix, he smiles at him - that large smile of his that makes Kix’s heart flutter - and he waves at him.

“Hey Kixie! Come here!” he calls him. Well, that’s exactly what Kix wants to do, so he approaches him, not sitting down, however.

“Can we talk?” he simply says. Jesse sends him an interrogative gaze.

“What is it?”

“In private.”

“… Ok,” Jesse mutters, getting up to follow him outside. Did something happen?

 Once they’re out, Kix corners him against the wall.

“You need to talk to Hardcase,” he immediately says.

“Did something happen to him?” Jesse asks, worried.

“No he’s fine… mostly,” Kix replies, looking at Jesse with an unimpressed gaze. “You need to apologize to him.”

“Wait, what? What did I do?”

“Jesse, don’t you realize that all those jabs at him hurt him?” Kix sighs. “Because of you he’s sulking in the barracks, I just saw him.”

“But it was a joke! I never meant to hurt him,” Jesse defends himself. “He has to know I don’t really mean half the shit I say.”

“Even if he knows, if you keep repeating that stuff of course he’d begin doubting it.” Kix pauses. “C’mon, you have to stop with this, he’s getting seriously upset.”

“I had no idea…” Jesse mutters, more to himself than Kix, then he raises the gaze towards the other. “You said he’s in the barracks?”

Kix nods, and with that Jesse is off, no even waiting for Kix to catch up.

“Wait, Jesse! Wait!”

 When Jesse arrives to the barracks, he finds Hardcase exactly how Kix has described him: sulking on his bunk. He mustn’t have noticed Jesse’s - and Kix’s - arrival. Jesse sighs, beginning to walk his first steps towards him.

It’s now that Hardcase notices that he isn’t alone anymore; he looks surprised.

“H-Hey! What are you doing here?” is the first thing he says.

“I could ask you the same thing,” Jesse replies, looking at him better. He truly looks sad, hugging his knees like that, even though he’s clearly trying to give off a happier vibe. Still, it’s nice of him to move out in order to leave some space for him and Kix to join him, which they do.

As they’re sitting down, Kix sends Jesse a gaze that is very eloquent in its silence. Don’t fuck up, it says; Jesse has no intention of doing that.

 There’s still one problem, though: how is he supposed to go about it? Maybe it’s better if he’s direct about it, without going around the issue.

“Hey…” he begins, sliding his hand over the one Hardcase’s resting on his knees. “Look, I’m sorry I made you feel bad. I spoke without thinking.”

He begins caressing Hardcase’s hand with his thumb.

“You’re not dumb and I shouldn’t have said that, even as a joke, and I promise that I’ll try my best to shut up instead of saying hurtful things,” he continues. “Okay?”

 Instead of replying, Hardcase launches himself at him, which has the unfortunate consequence of making both of them fall on the ground - thank the Force Hardcase has the bottom bunk and not the top one, or else they could’ve gotten seriously injured. Jesse lands with an oof, but he can’t find it in himself to complain when Hardcase’s keeping him so close in his arms.

“Thank you,” he mutters, head buried against Jesse’s chest, then Hardcase turns towards Kix, “And you too.”

“I didn’t do anything,” Kix lies, but by the look Hardcase gives him it’s obvious that he doesn’t believe him. What can he say? They’re all extremely bad liars.

He raises his eyebrows at Hardcase however, when he stretches a hand towards him. “What?”

“Come join us,” Jesse, who has understood what Hardcase wants to do, says.

“On the ground?”

“Yup,” both Hardcase and Jesse reply, in unison.

“Why not on the bed?” Kix asks, but it’s too late: he’s already been grabbed and dragged on the ground, joining the two di’kute in a cuddle pile.

 Oh well, it’s not like he can be mad at them, can he?

He hears them laugh, and soon he can’t help but to join in himself.

No, he can’t be mad at all.

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[blackkatmagic]

I'm crying at the Agen/Echo one XD uh this ARC blew something up, who could we assign him to to make him learn? ah yes Master Detonator

Tbf Anakin was more “okay you’re going FAR AWAY from anything exciting, I’m going to assign you to a DIPLOMATIC MISSION to the Hutts and we’ll see if you’ve learned your lesson after being bored to tears for a few weeks”. Except that he forgot not every Jedi approaches negotiations like Obi-Wan does, and Agen definitely does not “negotiate” so much as wage guerrilla warfare while freeing slaves and tormenting Hutts, so. His own fault there. 

[cabezadeperro]

6 for the Rexconditioned au?

things you said under the stars and in the grass

(rexconditioned au, for the uninitiated: what if rex was alpha-17 but reconditioned? obi-wan and anakin at least suspect but ahsoka never met him and has no idea)

The air smells sweet. The shadows between the barracks are deep and velvety, and Ahsoka steps out of her tent and breathes in, filling her lungs. She aches, but it’s--bearable. Either that or she’s gotten used to it: the last year sometimes feels like a dream, but she still remembers how hard it was to keep moving, to force herself out of bed every morning. 

Now it’s just--she doesn’t even need to draw on the Force to keep her spine straight and her senses alert. 

The GAR compound where they’re staying is surrounded by a tall metal fence, but the planet’s been retaking, and there are no CIS forces in the system, and when she crosses the gate in the direction to the wide, flat grassy plains beyond the guards just nod their heads in her general direction. The one on the left looks half-asleep, his dark eyes heavy--neither of them are wearing their buckets. 

“Are you looking for the captain, Commander?” he asks her. Ahsoka pauses by his side and tilts her head. His name pops up in her mind quickly--he’s called Rom. He keeps his hair short but it’s lighter than most of his brothers. There is a big, blue circle tattooed on the back of his left hand. 

Ahsoka blinks and stares at him, nonplussed. “Rex? No, I was just going for a walk. Didn’t know he was awake.”

Rom tenses--his fear, sudden and sharp, spikes in the air between them, and Ahsoka hears his partner shift his weight. She smiles, keeping her fangs behind her lips, and lets calm seep out of her.

“I’ll let him be, then,” she says lightly. Rom exhales. It’s not loud, and most humanoids wouldn’t have been able to hear it, but Ahsoka’s montrals twitch. “I think the captain’s had enough of me and my master for today.”

Rom manages to keep his face blank, but the other guard snorts. Ahsoka bites on her lip to keep her smile inside. She reaches out, punches Rom hard enough in the arm to make him stumble, and keeps walking. “Goodnight, gentlemen.”

“Goodnight, Commander.”

“Goodnight, Commander Tano.”

The grass is soft and damp. It smells nice, clean and spicy. Ahsoka takes off her boots and keeps walking, letting her eyes slip closed--she doesn’t need her sight to navigate through the field. Here and there she can sense little prey animals skittering, fleeing her--first with the Force and then with her lekku. 

She finds Rex without meaning to--she really wanted to let him have his peace. It took her a long time to understand, but by now Ahsoka knows that sometimes he just doesn’t want to see her or Anakin, and that it doesn’t mean he does not like them. She always tries to give him space. 

He’s sitting on a boulder. Ahsoka blinks her eyes open and looks up and up--in the dark it looks like a big dark shadow, and Rex’s blond head is barely visible on the top. He’s not wearing his armour, and he looks smaller without it, younger. 

Ahsoka swallows. She turns on her heel, but he twitches--he heard her.

“Commander?”

Ahsoka sighs.

“Sorry, Rexter. Didn’t know you were here,” she replies, sheepish. “I’ll--I was just going for a walk.”

Rex keeps quiet. Ahsoka narrows her eyes at him. He feels--off. She reaches out to him, carefully, and feels a shiver run down her back. Rex feels like he always does--rock-solid, stable, kind, clever and fast and brave--but there is something there, in his Force signature, that doesn’t exactly belong. It makes her lekku itch and her hands twitch, her claws sharp and tough against the long sleeves of her tunic. 

“Rex?” 

He jumps. Shakes his head. “Sorry, commander. It’s fine.”

Ahsoka frowns. It’s not fine. She doubts for a beat and then climbs up on the rock, hands and feet, her boots forgotten on the grass, until she can sit down beside him. He tenses, but she keeps quiet. She hugs her knees and waits, looking up to the stars. 

After a while, he relaxes again. He leans back against his hands and watches the sky with a scowl on his face. It makes him look--strange. Ahsoka has seen him angry before--she’s seen him frustrated and hurt and furious and exasperated. This is something else. 

She wants to ask, and usually she would, but something keeps her quiet. He feels like he’s dancing on the edge of something, and Ahsoka may be young and reckless, but she cares about Rex too much to kark up whatever he’s going through. 

So she waits and she watches the sky and him and the grasslands. 

“I had a dream,” he suddenly says. Ahsoka blinks and turns to look at him, her cheek leaning against her arm. Rex isn’t looking at her but at his hands. He’s frowning, grave and--worried. 

He falls quiet once again. Ahsoka bites at her lip.

“A nightmare?” she doesn’t think it is--he feels different after a bad dream. Tense and anxious and angry with himself, but never scared.

And he is--he’s terrified. 

Rex turns his hands into fists and then opens them again. He doesn’t look at her. “I don’t know.”

Ahsoka hums. She glances at him and, after a beat, leans her shoulder against his. He tenses and then leans back. 

“No,” he replies after a while. He’s shuddering, short staccato bursts of motion that come and go. It’s not cold--it’s. It’s strange. Ahsoka doesn’t think Rex has noticed, and that’s just worrying.

“I was--in Kamino.” He falls quiet again. Ahsoka wants to snarl, but she doesn’t. She’s heard enough stories about the place to dislike it as severely as a Jedi is allowed to, and then a bit more. 

Rex sighs. “I think it was a memory.”

[call-me-cee]

Hiii, Luminara/Anakin with “flowers”!!!!

I am working my way through these prompts slowly but surely! I really like this pairing, Luminara is so calm and loving and Anakin is so passionate. She’s like the water to his fire. I’m trying to finish these prompts in 15-20 minute sprints to keep them short, and then post ‘em. ehehehe ERGO quality may vary LMAO. Hope you like it!! 🥰🥺

She could sense him hanging back out of sight. Luminara sighed inaudibly and tried to focus on what Obi-Wan was saying, but honestly, the man could wax poetic about the most ridiculous things. Grubs, really? She tried to be generous of spirit. Someone must find this interesting, Obi-Wan couldn’t be the only one. 

“-and then it slid up my nose and ate my brain.” 

“What?” Luminara jerked back, alarmed, but Obi-Wan was pursing his lips at her, narrow-eyed and pretending to be put out. 

“I’m boring you to tears, aren’t I,” he sighed ruefully. 

“Well, I’m certainly not crying…yet.” She smirked. 

“Fine, fine. I’ll see if I can’t find Anakin somewhere. I’ve sat through enough of his tirades on speeder engineering that he owes me at least one more session on biologics.” He strode off purposefully, giving Luminara a jaunty wave. 

Luminara waited until he was out of sight, then turned slightly and called, “He’s gone.” When Anakin didn’t answer after a moment, she turned completely, only to be swept up in strong arms and a chaste but insistent kiss pressed to her lips. 

“Hi,” she breathed when he released her. 

“Hi.” Luminara was pretty sure Anakin’s smile could power its own solar system. “I wanted to see you before I left,” he continued. 

“Here I am.” She traced his cheekbones with her hands. 

“Here you are,” he smiled softly, gazing into her eyes. Luminara felt his love, like rays of sunshine falling on a field of flowers. 

“I have to go,” Anakin said, “but I found something that I thought you would like.” He raised his hand and she felt him putting something under her headdress, over her ear. He was the only person she allowed that familiarity, and even then, she was glad they were alone in the hall. As she brought her hand up to feel whatever it was that Anakin had brought her, he leaned in for a last quick kiss before saying, “I’ll see you when we get back, alright?”

“Alright,” she replied and watched him walk away with a spring in his step. 

She wore that flower for days until he came home. 

[neurodiverse-clones]

Echo with 🧖🏾‍♂️ for the ask game?

Water showers or sonic showers? Why?

Ooh ooh good one!

I headcanon him as preferring water showers. I think that’s probably what they would have done on Kamino with so much water available to them—I think it would have been a waste in some ways to use sonics, even though (in fandom especially) it seems that water showers tend to be more of a luxury than sonic showers. So he would have grown up with water showers, and as we all know I headcanon him as an autistic who does not like change because I project onto him too much.

I also think that, based on how sonic showers are supposed to work (basically using sonic waves, so sound, to cleanse), it would be a Sensory Bad. It’s common for people with autism and ADHD to hear sounds other people can’t, such as the hum of electricity, the buzz of lightbulbs, or the rumble of the air conditioning. (Not really relevant but I personally am particularly attuned to low tones, and if I hear the air conditioning come on at work I can feel it deep in my chest and I can feel it in my temples. Instant headache. 0/10 do not recommend.). I imagine that his brothers wouldn’t notice, but Echo would hear the sound waves, and it would hurt his ears or give him a headache or some other such reaction.

I think he’d like the vibrations though. He’d probably do that thing that people like to do where we like, go up to a fan and talk into it, or talk while tapping our mouths or pounding our chests. Ya know? Plus vibrations at the right frequency can feel really nice even if the sound they make is not. I don’t know how that works, it just does.

So yeah! I think he’d prefer water showers!

[mneiai]

Me going through the notes of your post about enby exclusion: terf, terf, aesthetic blog, star wars blog, aesthetic blog, terf, terf... I’m sorry your post ended up in transphobic space :(

Thank you, but it’s nbd! It gives me people to report/block/laugh at. I was sort of expecting it, but also wondering if maybe because of the subject matter they’d ignore it, and was proven once again that transphobes are the worst people haha

[transbrucewayne]

Dogma for the ask thingy?

Sorry this is so late!!! I had a great time doing this, thank you!!

• favourite thing about them: his tattoo!!! His design is one of my favourites out of the clones, and his tattoo is the coolest!

• least favourite thing about them: that people see him as a stoic rule follower, and only as that. HE’S MULTI-DIMENTIONAL, PEOPLE!! He’s also a criminally underrated character.

• favourite line: “I...I had to...he betrayed us!” Dogma’s character arc and development is just *clenches fist* amazing. Seriously, the emotion and underlying meaning behind this line...damn

• brOTP: Dogma and Rex! They’ve had some rough moments, but I like their relationship

• nOTP: clonecest

• OTP: I don’t really have one! I haven’t seen a lot of ships including him 🤔

• random headcannon: (I was going to write something angsty about post-Umbara Dogma, but then tumblr ate it, and it made me think: maybe we don’t need angst today.) So here’s my headcannon: everyone (the 501st) always pictures him as the stoic guy who drinks black caf and likes it. But here’s the thing. He HATES the taste of caf. He just can’t stand it, and never has been able to drink it. He prefers those awful energy drinks that would probably give him a heart attack.

• unpopular opinion: he deserved waaaay more screen time, and I would’ve loved to see what happened to him post Umbara, and post order 66. (Not sure if this is an unpopular opinion per say, but it’s an opinion lol)

• song I associate with them: Feel Something by Jaymes Young “make me feel something, show me that I’m human” ☹️😔

• favourite picture of them:

Technically isn’t a picture, but I can’t get over the EMOTION on his face.....so good

send me a character and I’ll list