Avatar

this is a menace

@professional-dikut

uh hey😩 | this is mainly cloneshipping so if you don’t like it block it | she/they💙|requests open✌️😮‍💨| alot of my fics could be considered platonic so think of them however you’d prefer💙

Kinda surprised i havent made one of these yet but, here we are.

I take requests! I may open and close them depending on how life is treating me atm, (we have a love-hate relationship) but please send me requests and asks for what you’d like to see(:

I really only do cloneshipping, but I’m willing to do other ships if you thats what you wanna see. Im comfortable with pretty much any cloneship, but I’ll let you know if theres any of the non-clone ships I’m not comfortable with👍

I write and draw, so specify if you’d like art or a fic(: Also, if you’d like too, give a prompt, or anything that you’d like to be happening in the art or fic. If you don’t have a prompt or anything, thats totally fine, I’ll just keep it simple😌

Having said that, send in some asks and requests!💗

This is some time during the war, after a particularly grueling ARF mission. Waxer and Boil are back with the battalion, maybe at a well-established camp, so it's fairly safe, and they've cleaned up and had some food. They plopped down on some crates to hang out with friends... and promptly zonked out. :<

Reminder: I don’t interact on Tumblr, so if you want me to see anything, please comment on AO3

More fun with sheets and snuggles.

Echo and Fives after the war. Maybe Thorn's making coffee idk. Echo usually keeps his prostheses covered (I just like to draw them a lot so I usually don't put his glove and stuff on him in images), mostly to keep them free of dust and debris, but also because his finger joints get tangled in Thorn's hair at night. <3

See You on Lola Sayu

The barracks stink of bleach and disinfectant, so different to the close smell of tibanna and sweat synonymous with the smaller ships Echo’s become so used to hitching rides on, heading for the next front, the next chaotic melee, the next battalion or commando team or spec ops squad. Fives is rattling around in the footlocker of their assigned bunk, half in his fatigues and muttering something about needing a feed and a good night’s sleep before they ship out to Lola Sayu, and Echo feels a weird sense of finality.
The mission’s going to be tough, he knows that, and he knows every time they’re deployed there’s a risk one or neither will come back — heck, he might not even make it out of carbonite — but this time there’s some kind of odd desperation that supplants the pragmatism.
That’s when he reaches for Fives, tugs him up and mashes their faces together. Not something they’ve ever done before, not something he’d ever jacked off thinking about (no, never), and he’s got no shirt on and Fives is only in his undershirt and gruts and when Echo’s fingers slip up and under the fabric, Fives seems to go from shock and quiet approval to enthusiastic participation and yeah, alright then.

You can also gIve it some love on Ao3 Publicly available high res version on Patreon

Avatar

AIDNEIFNEIDJWOSHDBWODHAOXUEJBDJ

OH MY GOODNESS I’m sorry to be yelling in all caps but OH MY GOODNESS. Oh no, like how dare you in the absolute best of ways. This is gorgeous!!! Gorgeous art, gorgeous writing. Amazing in every way!!!! OH MY GOODNESS.

cloneshipweek Halloween 2021 prompts

Late submission for @cloneshipweek's Halloween 2021 prompts, written while I lounged around in bed this morning trying to wake up.

Rating: T

Ship: Dogma/Hardcase

Prompt: Day 5, Dares

Tags/warning: Modern AU, very vague implied frisky thoughts.

Anonymous asked:

the drabbles are cute and i would like one if u have time 👉👈 so it's not a kink for me like in your commission fic, tickle fights are more affection and love language imo so nothing nsfw! and i've adopted wrecker being the resident tickle monster when he's feeling affectionate! crosshair is not exempt bc he's grumpy, tech isn't exempt bc he's cute as a button, and it don't matter that hunter is the leader! he'll get a taste of it too! but once echo joins the group and has quite a bit of time under his belt to feel comfortable, he is not immune to the wrath of the tickle monster either 😈 so just, straight up fluffy fluff. i totally headcanon them as actually welcoming it bc it makes them feel loved and they can let loose and play fight

Sorry it took so long. I'm not 100% happy with it, but I didn't want to sit on it any longer

Echo figured out pretty quick that Wrecker had no concept of personal boundaries or personal space. He watch Wrecker try to respect them, but he had trouble imagining anyone not wanting a hug or someone hovering over them watching them work or- tickles.

Avatar

A Private Corner

Tup/Dogma. Rated T One of the prompts for Kinktober day 10 was Clonecest. I couldn't resist 😅 (despite the source of inspiration, this one contains no smut. Mostly because it's Dogma's POV and Dogma is a prude lol)
[Edit: now also on AO3 here!]

This was wrong. It had to be.

And yet, Dogma couldn’t bring himself to pull away from where he was tucked close against his squadmate, his brother, his…

Tup did not belong to him. Tup belonged to the Republic, like Dogma, like every other clone before, after and beside him.

Tup’s hand paused in its idle tracing of patterns over Dogma’s shoulder.

“Hey,” Tup whispered, cupping Dogma’s jaw, tilting his head up so he could look at him. “Dogma. What’re you thinking so hard about?”

“Your hair is getting long,” Dogma observed, instead of letting himself dwell even further on what Tup had said before.

Tup hummed. “I want to grow it out.”

“That’s not regulation.”

“No, but I like how it looks on Captain Rider. If he can do it, so can I.”

Dogma fell silent. Captain Rider is a Captain, he didn’t say.

“If I had to kiss someone from our squad,” Tup had muttered against the side of Dogma’s head, “I’d want it to be you.”