S/B: What was your inspo for your characterization of Commander Fox?

Me: Well—

His name. I started with... his name.

Then I asked myself... "Gee, how can I confuse all of Fandom about their ideas about Commander Fox?"

These are the things that survive in my Fox characterization out of Fandom:

He has greying hair.

He likes Kaf. He is forbidden to touch the machine. He breaks it.

He thinks Jedi are arrogant.

With his helmet on, he sounds like he should be a big buff man... Like he has a VERY deep voice, even by his brother's standards. People get very, very confused.

Fox doesn't like to take his helmet off, even reluctant around other Clones. He looks too young to be taken seriously—he looks like... Fives's age, save for the greying hair. He is TOO pretty of a Clone.

By Clone standards, he is short and skinny.

Keep in MIND, this is Clone standards. 5'10" is not short, as we know. But the rest of your brothers from your breed of Clones are like... 6'2", you, Fox, are short. He isn't skinny... he is super lean muscle. Muscled, very densely muscled. But he moves too fast to be very thicc.

CUTE NOTE: Clones... hate... the cold. They hate it. With every... damn... bone in their bodies. They hate the cold. They hate it almost as much as they HATE being dirty.

Fox is the one weirdo who would play in the vile white floof in just his armor.

The rest of his brothers are like, "Nuh uh. I am TOO brown for this. That is too much white BS for my cloned shebs."(*)

Jedi are freezing in their parkas.

Clones are in their cold assault gear, their kenetic-powered winter blacks—

Commander Fox is frolicking in the snow like the weirdo he is.

Cody knew it all along. He wants to go back inside, where civilized Clones go.

“Com’ on, Rex, we’re going back inside.”

“But—”

“Come on, Captain or I’ll promote you.”

Sigh. “Yessir, Commander.”

(*) I am Latinx. Let me project my people's humor, okay?

wild clone insults. you smell like they just uncanned you. @ shinies who are especially young.

Clones and paint

Just a casual little headcanon I put together earlier today, I don't know if any part of the canon disproves it:

The paint clone troopers tend to use for their armor is tie fighter paint.

Why? As largely unpaid labor, going out to get expencive types of paint seems unrealistic. But getting your hands on an extra bucket of paint from the spaceship hold seems simple enough.

Paint for the space ships would be more blaster-resistant than your average stuff too, I figure, since it's for ships going into blaster fire - much like clone trooper armor.

And while I realize the REAL answer is "animation simplicity", it'd also be an easy explanation for why all the clones in a unit don't just share colour but an exact shade. They could literally be splitting one big bucket of paint meant for ship maintenance.

Clone^2 danny headcanons and/or facts that i wanted to expand on but didn't have the motivation or inspiration to write a ficlet about. Ultimately most of these are ideas that already exist in canon clone^2 but are only now being expanded on/explored/stated specifically.

Because I'm procrasinating cfau and passively thinking about clone danny and damian again.

1 - As he's liminal, Danny generates his own ectoplasm. He generates it at a slower rate than the casual ghost but faster than the average liminal. It's what gives him an ecto-signature and results in him triggering his parents' weapons and ecto-sensors.

The ectoplasm he generates actually has a use, and he tends to burn through his supply while he's fighting because of all the physical energy he spends + the use of his scary eyes requires (albeit really minor amounts of) ectoplasm to use. It also has health benefits, as using his ectoplasm keeps his heartbeat steady and lessens the risk of his arrhythmia flaring up due to all of his physical activity and adrenaline.

It does happen occasionally that he uses up more ectoplasm than he can replace, and this has the expected negative effects on his health as all that adrenaline and stress catches up to his heart without a buffer to mitigate it. He carries a canteen full of diluted ectoplasm with him in order to give his system the boost it needs in order to stabilize itself, which he can usually tell when he needs due to excessive fatigue/chest pains/dizziness/other arrhythmia symptoms he gets that means he's low on ectoplasm.

2 - Danny's arrhythmia is a form of bradycardia (which is a slower heartbeat) -- what type? Unspecified / Unknown thanks to it being ectoplasmic in nature.

3 - In that same breath, Danny also has to burn that ectoplasm off in some form or another because if he doesn't it builds up and causes him the same issues as if he was too low. It also causes him to become more emotionally volatile, restless, irritable, overstimulated, etc, which the stress of that then makes his heart condition worsen. If too much ectoplasm builds up, it'll cause a physical electrical shock/shortage. This is rare however, and usually is the equivalent of giving someone a painful static shock. At best it makes the lights flicker or technology fritz out for a few seconds.

While it doesn't have much effect on the physical world, it does expend a good chunk of ectoplasm. Think like dumping out a heavy bucket of water that you've been carrying for a while, or getting into a hot shower after being outside in the cold for hours. It's emotionally draining but very relieving.

4 - Danny can replenish ectoplasm or generate ectoplasm faster by resting, eating, consuming other ectoplasm (fastest), fulfilling his interests / doing things that makes him happy, or by being exposed to high amounts of ectoplasm in the area. He can also rapidly generate it by being in a volatile emotional state, but that drains ectoplasm almost as quickly, and runs the risk of causing flare ups in his arrhythmia.

5 - this is actually canon to the au but I figured it wouldn't hurt to expand more on it / clarify / confirm, but Danny post-Damian has chronic pain in his hands from the nerve damage he sustained. He has daily physical therapy exercises he's supposed to do that he does in the mornings/evenings and whenever his hands hurt/feel stiff. He wears compression gloves in his day-to-day life and gets Sam and Tucker's help to brainstorm ideas about how to make compression gloves for Phantom that can include his knuckledusters. His grip and hand strength is weakened.

He has bad hand days where his hands hurt more than usual. This can happen at random, but is more common after he's overused/strained his hands either the day before or earlier in the day. His fingers stiffen up for similar reasons, and he gets tremors. It's happened before where (for example) he's braiding his hair and unbraiding it, only to need someone else to finish the braid because his fingers stiffened up and don't want to work like he wants them to.

Massages, heat, pressure, etc. helps soothe the pain, and since Danny's a fidgety person his friends and family can usually tell when he has a flare up because any hand movements he was doing prior ceased/slowed suddenly, or he starts massaging his hands / stretching out his fingers.

Damian very stubbornly insists on massaging his hands for him when this happens, he has a lot of intense guilt for being the reason for Danny's chronic pain so he wants to alleviate it in anyway he can.

6 - Danny has what I like to call "Bruce-isms", a word I came up with just now that means he has Bruce Wayne mannerisms that come from the fact that he's still Bruce's clone. A Nature vs. Nurture thing. His Bruce-isms include the Bruce Grunts Of Ambiguous Tonal Meaning ("hm", "hrm", "hn"), his workaholism, his paranoia (on a milder scale), etc. They're small, relatively non-defining things that are quirks but don't make up his personality.

He's got what Sam and Tucker like to call "Bruce Wayne Moments" which are essentially Bruce-isms but only ones that Danny and his friends are aware of considering they only know Bruce as Brucie Wayne and not Batman. "Bruce Wayne Moments" include Danny being clumsy, doing something air-headed, being oblivious, etc. It's not a common joke among the three of them since Tucker and Sam know that Danny's still pr sensitive to the whole clone thing. So they only bring it up when he's done something stupid but hilarious.

7 - while clone^2 focuses more on Danny and Damian's relationship and Danny helping Damian develop his identity beyond just "Damian Wayne's Clone", Danny still suffers from his own identity crises. He sometimes gets jealous of Ellie and Damian for being "lucky" that they always knew they were clones, rather than finding out later in life.

He's aware that this is not fair to think and that Damian and Ellie both have their own struggles as clones, but he can't help it sometimes.

He tries not to think about it too much, but when things get too quiet or when he's not busy, Danny can't help but wonder how much of himself is things he's learned on his own and come from him, and how much of it comes from being Bruce Wayne's clone. He has to stop and count how many things are unique about him specifically when he starts to emotionally spiral. It's not rational, but it's not supposed to be.

As a result Danny kinda, hm, clings to his identity as the Phantom, just a little bit? He thinks it's one of the few things that he has autonomous control over as "Danny Fenton", rather than it being a result of him being Bruce Wayne's clone. Because Bruce Wayne isn't a vigilante! Right? Right?

Consequently this becomes one of the reasons that Damian keeps mum about Bruce Wayne's identity. The original reasons were because Danny asked not to know much about the LoA beyond what Damian already told him, and Batman was technically "apart" of the LoA, and secondly because he just didn't want Danny to get involved with Batman and co and Danny knowing about Bruce Wayne's identity could potentially cause that.

But as time goes on Damian kinda notices like, just how being a clone is affecting Danny even if he hides it from Damian pretty well. He can't really comprehend what it was like for Danny to grow up thinking he was normal like everyone else only to find out he was a clone, but he does see the hurt it's causing his brother. And he does notice that Danny was holding onto being Phantom quite a bit, and figured that if he found out Bruce Wayne was also a vigilante, it would hurt him beyond belief.

8 - So Danny's creation has been kept relatively,,, mmm,,, vague? considering I've been struggling for a time how I could plausibly have his creation happen without Bruce finding out about it immediately. And my conclusion is that around the time Danny was created, Bruce met up with the Fenton parents again for some reason or another -- checking out their tech under the guise of wanting to catch up with them.

And I can imagine that, due to being close friends in college, the Fentons literally just outright told him, "Hey we wanna 'nother kid but don't want to go through the risk of pregnancy again, so we're gonna make a clone of one of us instead"

and in true Bruce fashion, he mentally went "wow i should learn Everything And Anything About This Thing Specifically. Just In Case." and outwardly went "woah cool! ahaha how does it work"

and since the Fentons consider Bruce a close friend and are also incapable of Not Talking About Science, turned and went "OH WE CAN SHOW YOU" and showed Bruce their entire cloning process up to and including how they (safely) extracted the DNA they were gonna use. of which they already had. they were gonna just extract Jack's DNA a second time as an example, but it was Bruce who said "hey you should try me instead" in order to gauge how exactly safe this was and if there were any symptoms he would need to recognize in cloning.

so with his consent they did, and then showed him how they were going to use the DNA to make a clone without actually going through the process. Without prompting from Bruce, the Fentons went "we're gonna throw your DNA away though since we don't want this lying around and because we have no use for it" and visibly showed him that they were disposing it.

Bruce came to the conclusion that the Fentons weren't planning anything nefarious, they just really wanted another kid, and (reluctantly) left afterwards. The mixup comes when Maddie, surprisingly, misplaces the cartridge with Jack's DNA in it and while they could have always gotten another sample, it was better and safer to just try and find the original before that.

Jack finds Bruce's in their disposable. In his excitement, he forgets that it was Bruce's DNA, and manages to get it out safely. Maddie wasn't looking when he found it, and in her excitement also forgot to ask where Jack found it. They used that cartridge instead.

When they found out they used the wrong DNA, Danny was already about year old and while Jack and Maddie are morally dubious, they're only morally dubious towards ghosts. Danny was their beloved human baby, they would never do anything to him.

That being said, they were still horrified when they found out, and really, they genuinely did consider reaching out to Bruce to tell him. They thought it was something he deserved to know since it was his DNA that got used instead, and they felt awfully guilty after he trusted them enough to let them draw DNA from him. The only reason they hadn't is because, at the time, Bruce had been really busy with something in his public life and they didn't want to bother him during such a stressful time.

So they were going to wait, and in Fenton-like fashion, forgot to tell him. When the subject came up again sometime later, they assumed they already told Bruce and went about their day.

Can I request the same prompt you did of pregnant reader with Douma, but with Gyutaro and/or the Hantengu clones please? 👀

grasps you firmly yes absolutely you can. But bc these can get pretty long feel free to send in the clones in another rq ! Separately or together ill figure it out ♡ also the og rq specified twins but I'll keep it to one unless specified otherwise hehe

Gyutaro with a pregnant s/o + fathering headcanons

Tags : pregnancy, labor and childbirth ( nondescript ), referenced abortion, insecurities, referenced s/h , Gyutaro needs a hug and I'm gonna deliver

To say Gyutaro had never expected to be a father is an understatement.

He had never expected to find someone that would tolerate looking at him. Let alone willingly father his child.

When you told him you were expecting? His first thought was that he had truly ruined you. Tainted you and not quite in the way that made him giddy.

He had anticipated you to tell him you already took the concoction to get rid of it. Or eaten wisteria to induce it. But when you had smiled at him so fondly. He didn't know what to do.

Often asks what you're going to do with a demon child. To which your answer is always the same. Raise it with him and Ume. Or on your own if he refuses to raise it.

The insinuation that he wouldn't want to care for the kid makes him irritated but he hears Ume in his head. Telling him about how mean he's been to you. Of course you'd think he doesn't want the thing.

Which couldn't be further from the truth. Sort of.

He's petrified for the outcome. What if you die? Of course he raised a kid before but could he even bond with it if you weren't there? The selfish side of him wants the kid gone so he can make sure you don't die on him. But he knows you'd probably hate him if you found out.

He knows how pregnancy works in theory. Watching courtesans deal with it in yoshiwara. But he's a bit clumsy when it comes to helping in any way that doesn't involve him helping you move around. It stresses him out to no end. His habit of self mutilation is at its worst when he can't help you when you start crying over seeing a cute design.

Cravings? He doesn't know what to do. He has to rely on Ume because like hell he's going to go out and purchase a can of sardines or several kinds of weird mochi he's never heard of.

Ume is elated the entire time however, more than happy to demand another room beside her own in the kyogoku house. While in the night Gyutaro pilfers baby items he's able to find in nearby towns that become dormant at night. The room quickly becomes a nursery, suited not only to your own but Ume's tastes.

Ume is more knowledgeable than her brother on the complicated parts of pregnancy such as hormones and sensitivity. When you begin crying over one of Gyutaro's usually lighthearted remarks he panics. But ume is there to placate you. And give her brother a very, very dirty look.

As your stomach grows Gyutaro finds an odd fascination with it. Since his own body refuses to change in a similar way. His hands always rest on your bump when able. Absolutely refusing to leave until he has to.

When the baby begins to kick? Local Man in shambles. He mutters to your stomach a lot. Things you can't quite make out. But don't press, he'll probably get too embarrassed to do it. Gyutaro quietly mumbles all of his worries to the baby. And hopes that they'll be okay with him as their good for nothing father.

He loves to help you when it comes to carrying you around. Or assisting you with putting on shoes because you can no longer bend over in the same way. It makes him feel as though he's actually capable of this whole thing.

But when you go into labor? He is in shambles. It's only you, ume and himself. Since a midwife would have to see him otherwise. The entire time he's sweating buckets while you scream.

The sound of that very first cry ? Breaks him out of that fear induced state and he's fighting the urge to hound ume to see the child. She needs to wash the newborn first, after all. And he needs to be there for you as you struggle to regain your breath and composure.

When the newborn is placed on your chest and you can finally hold the little loaf you created Gyutaro is in shock. He can't cry. Can't even smile he's just. Frozen. Until you take his hand and lead it over, placing it on the peach fuzz of your- his child's head. Barely grazing it. Smiling at him.

It takes a few days for it to finally sink in for Gyu. While you and ume have almost immediately adjusted , he's stuck. Only able to just stare at the thing in the cradle he had built for it.

A little boy. One that took after you, only marred by beauty spots littering his face. Completely unlike his own. Small and daintily painted on by the gods while his were clumsy and unattractive. If he didn't know any better he'd be jealous of his own infant son's luck.

As a father, Gyutaro is actually quite skilled. He did raise his sister after all. However when it comes to teaching morals and rules, it falls to you. After all, he never wanted to repeat what happened in the past just because he taught wrong.

Gyutaro takes to his son very well, and knows that as a human. You rely on him when you're asleep. Keeping your shared bundle content is easy work when he doesn't have the need to sleep.

It makes him swell with pride , how much you and the child rely on him. Such small and fragile little things.

He has to get stronger to properly protect the both of you. As well as teaching your son how to fight when he comes of age.

Still doesn't leave often, but he allows you to be accompanied by his sister to enjoy nights with the baby as he grows. Deserving to see the world and enjoy being a child.

So long as you always come home before sunrise.

i’m hyperfixated on LOZ again and i request more botw champion headcanons bc i miss them

Champion Headcanons P. 8

Sorry no TOTK characters, I haven't had time to play it yet ;-;

Link isn't allowed within 10 feet of a caffeinated beverage after what happened last time.

Link accidentally called Daruk dad one time and Daruk almost started crying.

Purrah figured out how to install mobile games on her shekiah slate and plays them during important meetings.

Yunobo crys when people yell at him, and Teba found that out the hard way.

Urbosa doesn't speak to pets in a baby voice. She treats them like an esteemed colleague.

Here are a couple different items from Robbie's bucket list: Invent shrink ray so I can carry Purrah around in my pocket, clone all the champions just to see what happens, lick the malice goop, slowly replace all of Revali's weapons with foam look alikes, etc.

Zelda has sensory issues.

Sidon talks with his hands and has definitely hit someone (probably Teba) in the face because he got too excited.

Mipha has a fear of heights.

Urbosa had a pet snake at some point.

Both Link and Riju will never back down from dare and they have definitely almost died because of their stubbornness.

Revali can't swim.

Sidon's height, build, and the fact that he basically has a mouth full of shark teeth is incredibly intimidating, but he's completely unaware of that.

Link once hosted a DnD campaign for all the champions and all hell broke lose.

Hi! so i um read your “happily ever after” for the delta squad and i was wondering if you could do that for tbb and the bois? you’re such a good writer <3333

I haven't challenged myself to write individual headcanons in a while, and this sounded like the perfect prompt to do it with! Who doesn't want these precious boys to live happily ever after in their own special ways? 🥰 psst, I also threw in Gregor and Howzer as a little treat 🤭

Cody would actually fancy himself as some sort of a political advisor or ambassador. He imagines the clones will need some representation after the war, a place in the galaxy, and to have their voices heard. He could picture himself stepping up to that challenge and being happy with it. It would sure beat having to sit around with nothing to do...

Rex also wants to be involved with supporting his clone brothers, but he has a much more domestic picture in mind. A partner, for starters. Someone to share life with who can be his best friend. And a house, any size, any location, with a door that's constantly opening for any weary or lost brother who needs a place to crash.

Wolffe has a very specific image in his mind. It may sound silly, but he wants to find a settlement somewhere for all of his brothers to live in. Like a little clone village, where they each play a part in keeping things humming. They can bring in partners if they'd like, procreate, that sort of thing... but for the most part it'd just be them, all living together until the end of their days.

Fox just wants a nap. A true, honest to goodness nap. Uninterrupted, no guilt or piling to-dos in the meantime. Free to fall asleep at his own pace and wake up naturally. Cushy pillows and all. If he got just one good sleep in, he'd be content with literally anything in his life. Heck, he'll dig holes in Tattooine forever. Just please give him this one little thing.

Fives absolutely wants kids. A whole brood of them. He can hold any kind of job, live anywhere in the galaxy, so long as he gets to be called dad. He'll embrace the dad jokes, read all the parenting books, tear up at every milestone. And if the fates allow, perhaps he'll live long enough to even be called a grandad, too.

Jesse would want to stay in the army as long as he can. He can't imagine what else he could do with his life outside of it. He'd be one of those clones crashing on Rex's sofa, needing his brother's help to get back on his feet and find meaning in his life. Eventually it would come as a handyman, keeping his hands busy with repairs in homes or ships, and of course flirting with the owners.

Kix would say he never wants to see another cut or broken bone again, but realistically, he would go out of his mind if he wasn't needed in that way. He wouldn't be able to help himself from volunteering at a hospital, or just starting his own medical practice in order to do things right. He'd especially love teaching his medical knowledge to an apprentice.

Tup wants a farm full of animals and crops. He currently knows little to nothing about how to run a farm, or how to keep things alive, but for him, happiness will be in the discovery. He'll start small, with a window ledge garden and a tooka in Coruscant. Over time, as he saves up enough money for some real land, he'll learn all the ins and outs of irrigation, breeding, and then like.

Hardcase wants to travel and experience all he can. Skydiving, snorkeling, white water rafting, pottery... you name it. His bucket list will grow as he goes; he'll cross one item off only to add two more ideas on. The galaxy is just so vast and full of so much. He knows he has a short life to live, so he intends to utilize every second of it doing something outrageously fun.

Dogma wants to remain a soldier, but not during an active war. He'd rather use his knowledge and skills to help keep the peace. He likes the feeling of being needed, of providing protection to others, but he knows wartime takes its tolls, so being a peacekeeper is a good compromise in his mind.

Echo would want to help his brothers, from a therapy standpoint. He believes there can be purpose for the clones outside of war, but that it will take a lifetime of support, encouragement, and restructuring to get them there. Whatever ear he can lend or advice he can impart to help as many clones find their happy ending, you can bet he'll do it.

Hunter pictures himself in a peaceful cabin in the woods. Living off the grid, hunting for his own food, building his own furniture, just really embracing that holistic, hippy lifestyle. He'd also prefer if the rest of the Batch was around, too. He really can't stand the thought of being alone, and while he does want a partner and kids, he'd be lying if he said his brothers weren't part of the picture also.

Wrecker wants to travel, specifically to discover and try as much food as possible. How is he affording this fantasy? Who cares. It's his dream, leave him alone. Yes, he wants the feeling of a full belly every day, but exploring different flavors and cuisines and how to prepare food is genuinely exciting to him. Maybe he'll even get a food vlog going along the way.

Crosshair isn't really concerned with whatever "happily ever after" means. So long as he can be useful, do the things he was created to do. If the war ended and he couldn't be a soldier, he'd become some kind of bounty hunter or gun for hire. True happiness would only come if he also had a partner by his side. He won't know that, though, until it happens.

Tech doesn't think about the future. Or happiness. He will go along with whatever options are available to him, so long as he gets to be himself. The easiest, and most logical in his opinion, choice is to keep the Batch together, utilizing their talents for the betterment of the galaxy. But perhaps pod racing wouldn't be such a bad gig, either.

Gregor would be happy as a teacher or coach. Anything where he could mentor the youth of whatever community he finds himself in. It wouldn't even matter much to him what he was teaching; he'd find a way to become an expert in it just to uphold his duty of education. Though physical activity, of course, ends up being his forte.

Howzer truly wants to fall in love and be married. "Happily ever after" for him looks like two old souls, holding hands as they rock on a porch swing and gaze off into the sunset. He knows relationships are work, but he's had some good examples to look up to so far in his life, so he's determined to put in the effort with the right person.

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Best Place to Sleep (Commander Fox x GN Asexual Aromantic Reader)

Fox x Asexual Aromantic Reader

Word Count: 2165

Warnings: minors DNI, some chaste kissing, bed sharing, reader is sex-repulsed aroace who is particular about kissing

A/N: I wrote these headcanons for clones with ace partners and basically now I want to write at least one fic for each clone with a partner who is somewhere on the aroace spectrum.  (I’m taking requests if you have any.)  Ultimately the relationship in this one is going to be a queerplatonic partnership with I love yous. Similar vibes to the Rex fic I posted a few weeks back, but different scenario for our boy Fox who would definitely wear pajamas all day every day if he could.

Also I'm sorry. I had an outline for this and then I started writing and it sprouted legs and went down its own path, so it took a little while to put together.

It started when you literally ran into Commander Fox while running between senators’ offices. You assisted the senator from your home planet, but half the time felt like a senate page running flimsi documents around as bills were written and rewritten.

You turned the corner with piles of flimsi and two datapads in your arms and practically dumped it all on a certain clone’s chest. At first you sensed annoyance under his bucket, but then he kneeled down to help you gather everything.

“I’m sorry,” you said.

“It’s alright,” he sighed.  He seemed tired, but it was the middle of the day.

“Can I get you some caf as an apology… Com…man…der??” You weren’t exactly sure of his rank. 

You heard a little chuckle. “Fox. Commander Fox.” He shrugged. “Sure.”  He walked you to your destination where you unceremoniously dumped all the documents and datapads on a desk and walked out. This was more important and your day was nearly done anyway. The senator had gone home for some event, so surely you could get this nice man some caf before heading home yourself.

You walked to the cafe nearby and ordered drinks.  Once you sat down, he took his helmet off.  Sure, he was a clone, but there was a familiarity there, like you knew some things about him before he even spoke. You were both tired from long days, but sipping that caf seemed to calm you both.  You made polite conversation and then it turned into frank discussions of your jobs.  Relating to Fox, even for a brief time, helped relieve some stress.  You invited him for caf the next week and before you knew it, the two of you always had a reason to run into each other and catch up over caf.

Eventually you decided to ask him over to your place. You were appalled when he shared the food he was limited to eating and clones didn’t really make credits, so going out and trying new things was out of the question for him. Until now. You had no problem introducing him to the concept of take out food.  He wasn’t sure what to order so you ordered an abundance of things which he helped carry to your home.  You opened the door for him.  It wasn’t much, but it was your space and you were grateful for quiet, respectful neighbors. He looked around in awe.

“You have your own couch?! A kitchen, your own refresher, and I bet you also have a bed.”  You laughed a little, and he was being a bit silly, but it dawned on you that the clones really didn’t have much to call their own. 

“Yeah, this is all mine,” you replied. “Make yourself at home.”

He put the bags down and you opened the containers and got some plates. He took off his bucket along with the rest of his armor.  It was the first time you’d seen him in just his blacks and he smiled a little sheepishly at you. You grinned.

“Okay handsome, let’s eat.”

He came over and took a plate. You explained the dishes you’d chosen. Two types of noodles, one fried with vegetables. Another plain, but it would go well with the various sauteed meats and vegetables, some spicier than others. He took a little of everything and had a hard time picking a favorite. 

“There’s so much food in the galaxy,” you said. “No need to have a favorite just from these.”

“They’re all so good though,” he replied between bites. “So much flavor. I’m even starting to feel full.”

You smiled.  He was clearly enjoying himself, taking his time, not having to get back to work right away, or deal with some issue.

“Do you want to stay for a while,” you asked with hopeful quietness.

“If that’s okay,” he replied.  You nodded and he helped you put the leftovers away before sitting on the couch and turning on a holo.  He didn’t mean to, but part way through the movie he’d fallen asleep.  You laid down on the other end of the couch, but with your legs resting on his, unsure yet of how close you wanted to get. You finished the movie while he softly snored.  You wanted to stay with him, but chose instead to adjust him with some pillows so his neck wouldn’t hurt in the morning. He was completely out. You left him to sleep there and went to your own room, but your bed felt colder than it ever had before. You managed to fall asleep, though, and were only woken up when you heard his feet patter down the hallway to the refresher in the morning. You got up and threw a robe on, hoping he wasn’t about to leave, but he was already in his armor.  You couldn’t stop your face from dropping.

“Sorry,” he said. “I have to get back, but… well, that was the nicest night I’ve had in a really long time. And that couch is so comfortable. The best place to sleep. Much more comfortable than my bed. Thank you for having me over.”

You searched for a way to make sure this wasn’t a one time thing. 

“Fox? Do you think you’d like to come over again sometime?”

“What are you doing tonight,” he replied with a grin. Before you could stop yourself you threw your arms around him in a hug and whispered “see you tonight.”

Fox started coming over at least once a week.  Walking home with him whenever you both worked, trying new foods, and relaxing after a long day soon became everything.  Sometimes he would spend the night, but he gave you space and slept on the couch.  So he wouldn’t have to wear his blacks so much, you started buying him clothes for his overnight stays.  Several hoodies, t-shirts, sweatpants, and comfortable socks all became staples. He loved fluffy socks. Although he expressed concerns that you were wasting all your money on him, you immediately shushed him. You weren’t going to hear it. He had made your life so much better, so much more comfortable.  You wanted him to be comfortable and happy too.

Things were going swimmingly, with lots of hugs and some cuddles.  He was always a gentleman.  You started sharing chores and were starting to feel bad that Fox slept on the couch so much, but he seemed to love the couch.  You didn’t want to push in any particular direction if you weren’t ready for some serious conversation. Up until now things just seemed to flow.  Everything else seemed easy.  When he washed dishes and you dried and put them away? Easy. He would lean in for a keldabe kiss in the middle of it and everything seemed right and fine and happy.

One evening you went out with some friends and they wanted to hear everything.  Although they were usually very understanding of your relationship style, up until now they seemed to think that finding someone to commit to that relationship style would be hard.

“Fox and I have something special,” you said firmly. “Are we lovers? No. Not in the way people think. But I am in love with him. He’s my person. I don’t know how else to say it.”

They all froze and stared at you. That was the first time you acknowledged how you felt out loud. Fox had managed to climb into your heart in a way no one else had. The thought was immediately followed by your own realization that you needed to talk to him about it.

The next day Fox was coming over and you took a deep breath as you walked down the halls around the senate building.  You met him at the usual place and he reached for your hand. As you walked home, you kept sighing to yourself. 

“What is it,” he asked, stopping in the middle of the walkway. “I have to know.”

Before you could stop the words they came out like an avalanche. “How do you feel about me? Because I think I love you.”

He took his bucket off and softly rested his forehead to yours. Immense relief poured from his soul. He closed his eyes briefly as if his own sense of contentment could slow down the universe for a moment.

“I love you, cyar’ika.”

“How do you feel about things, as far as the physical things between us?”

“Well I was wondering if I could kiss you, but otherwise, I’m very happy. Cuddling up to you is everything.” He pulled you into his arms and rested his cheek against you.

After a few moments you continued walking back to your place with a new sense of peace.  You talked about your boundaries and wanted to know his. Nothing was a surprise. He was happy, just as he seemed to be happy. Nothing was missing for him just as nothing was missing for you.

After you walked through the door of your home, you said, “You can kiss me. Only some places though. I don’t like the idea of tongues and all that.” You made a face that made him laugh a little, but he took your words to heart.

“My tongue will stay in my mouth, don’t worry,” he replied. “I will need detailed notes on where I can kiss you. And for the record, you can kiss me anywhere any time, but there is no pressure to do that.” He changed into his hoodie and pants along with socks with foxes on them. He sat on the couch and pulled you into his lap. You gave him a keldabe kiss and he added a sweet kiss to your cheek. 

“Will you sleep with me tonight,” you asked quietly. “Just sleep. I don’t like the idea of you being on the couch all the time and me in bed alone when there’s room.”

“Are you sure? I don’t know if I’m a nice person to share a bed with.” 

You suddenly realized that sleeping on the couch might also be a comfort thing for him. He had never done any relationship like this before. 

“What are you worried about, exactly?”

“I don’t know,” he said. “I just don’t want to take over the bed, or snore loud, or I don’t know. It’s your space.”

“I’d like it to be our space,” you answered.

That night he got into bed with you.  He pulled you into his arms and held you, kissing your forehead and falling asleep almost immediately.  You laid an arm across his middle and it wasn’t long before you were asleep too. 

You woke up in a different position, but he was still cuddled against your back, one arm loosely around you.  You could feel him breathing on your shoulder.  You finally felt warm enough with him there. It was the most relaxed you’d ever felt. He started to stir and gave you a sleepy morning smile when you rolled over and back into his arms.

“This is the best bed,” he said. “Best I ever slept on. And so warm.” He somehow managed to snuggle up closer. You knew your life would never be the same.

Fox moved in, in every way but on flimsi. He still had official quarters since he was required to, but they were pretty bare and only served as a place to hide away and get a few minutes of shut eye when he had to work long into the night.  For whatever reason, it seemed Hound allowed Grizzer to use his bed to take naps when he wasn’t using it.

The routines of life started having more joy in them.  After he’d shower, he loved it when you massaged his scalp and ran your fingers through his hair.  You loved it when he brought home your favorite foods so you didn’t have to bother cooking and cleaning up.

A few years into the relationship and you wondered what life was like before Fox.  You looked at him as he ate breakfast and out of no where wanted to kiss him.  Remembering his “you can kiss me anywhere any time,” you placed a soft kiss on his temple before sitting down next to him.  His face felt a flush of heat as if he had fallen in love all over again.  He grinned and kissed your cheek.

He playfully asked, “Will you walk me to work, my love?”

“Of course,” you replied, “but only if you walk me to work too.”

“That can be arranged,” he answered. “I’m going that way anyway.”

When you got into bed that night, despite all the nights that came before it, he still said, “This is the best place to sleep.” 

“Oh? You still love this mattress. Better than the GAR issue ones, I’m told.”

“That’s not it,” he said, laying next to you with a yawn and resting his forehead on yours. “It’s the best place because it’s with you.”

Tagging: @starrrgazingbunny @dukeoftheblackstar @staycalmandhugaclone

Seven Years of Bad Luck

Summary: In which Fox dyes his hair in a silent act of rebellion.

[Over time my headcanons for Fox have slowly shaped up from what they used to be.]

THIS STORY IS NOW ON AO3

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Everyone knows that seven years of bad luck befall anyone who gazes at their reflection in a broken mirror.

It is a fitting punishment of one's own narcissistic arrogance. To soak up the misfortunes that are carried in the serpentine cracks that taint the purity of a mirror's once pristine surface.

The imperfections permit the incomprehensibly unsightly darkness to leak in through the breaks in the reflective material. Let it bleed into reality through transcendent windows that should never have been opened. Gaze upon the rip in the fabric of reality long enough, the unending void, and you certainly deserved to be cursed for seven harrowingly long years indeed.

Most clones would be lucky if they had a single good day to spare at all, and yet here was proof that natborns wasted years in such frivolous and unapologetic ways.

The mirror in the Coruscant Guard command barracks is shattered. Barely useful at all, considering it was just a couple of shards still clinging to the base of the mirror. The rest had long since been swept into the trash.

There are many Foxes staring back at him. Some bigger and some smaller, depending on the size of the shard they were reflected on. All of them just as equally flawed.

He's a mess. His face is a mess.

The massive carved burn over his left eye socket and most of his cheek, and the jagged cut that had once been a break that bisected his jaws unevenly on the right... They're reminders of failures that are kept under lock and key. Beneath a bucket more recognizable than he'd ever been.

The bucket used to represent something greater than himself, but now it only brings about the sneers of those who look upon him. Look at him and see, not Fox, but something dark and flawed like an old broken mirror.

The faces staring back, half blind and so very tired, only see three things: A face, a pilfered cosmetic kit, a bottle of dye. Nothing more, nothing less.

His hair is still partially bleached. The roots are beginning to show. Tonight he's experimenting with gradients and the blending of colours. This version of Fox will be a new secret being that only he knows about. That the bucket will never betray.

The mirror shards reflect Fox back to CC-1010, or is it the other way around? He doesn't know anymore. Only knows the motions of his silent rebellion. Out of sight out of mind.

If he is to be cursed with seven years of bad luck, at least he'll still be given seven years to keep. A cruel kindness for one who owns nothing else. Not even his own body. Not even his own worth.

Hi love! Could you do a HC or fic about what dating Waxer would be like? :)

I would be honored to share all my headcanons for our favorite Lieutenant!! 🌼 (I might also add a fic to this later on, we'll see.)

Waxer has always struck me as a romantic! When he and Boil first met Numa, Wax was the first one to try reaching out to her, taking his helmet off to show her she didn't need to be afraid. He's attentive, he notices the little things, he's smart, he's really good at figuring out the puzzle pieces that equal your thoughts and feelings.

As a romantic, he absolutely loves cheesy holonovelas & romcoms. He absolutely gets some of his pick up lines from them and has used them at 79's to varying degrees of success, and he totally snagged you by using one. They're not going away now that you're official. If anything, they get worse, cheesier, goofier. They're not even used to try and flirt, it's just so he can make you laugh and blush and tease him.

He loves cracking jokes for the same reason. He likes knowing you find him funny, he loves hearing you laugh, he could listen to you all day every day for the rest of his life. (He really likes it when you descend into a giggling fit and lean into him, snorting and smacking his arm, giving him just another extra bought of affection.)

Skin to skin contact drives him fucking nuts (in a good way). He's always wearing armor, gloves, his blacks, his entire body is always covered, so when he can come home to you and actually feel your skin, how warm or cool you are, it lifts so much weight off his shoulders and it never fails to make him smile. Even if he's fully armored, even if he can't touch you, just your hand on his arm or a kiss to the cheek of his bucket is enough to make his day better.

Homeboy m e l t s under your kisses. Like every other clone ever, he never got those stolen moments as a teenager where he learned how to touch, kiss, make love, so now he gets to try and explore those things with you. He's had some randy makeouts and hands under the pants situations at 79's, he's done his "research" in his own time, scoured the holonet, but none of that shit compares to when you two are official. Any kisses, anywhere, any bit of skin, any time. Steamy, all tongue kisses make his head spin and his stomach drop. Love bites under his chin and down his neck makes him forget how to breathe. If you suck on his earlobe, this man is gone, goodbye. But he likes the chaste kisses the most, even in the heat of the moment. Just a simple peck on the lips, a single moment where it's not passion and hormones and desire, but a gesture of how much you love him.

When Wax wants to tell you he loves you, he has a million ways to do it. The actual words, of course. But he'll get creative with it - he's learned it in a dozen languages, from Mando'a to Rodian (it started out ironically and now it's entirely unironic). He'll whisper it in your ear when you wake up, when he's fixing breakfast, through the bathroom door, over comms, when you're making love (he said it in Huttese once when he was buried inside you and you couldn't stop laughing until he finally made you come). He's also started inventing terrible poetic new ways to say it that are arguably worse than his pick up lines. It only makes you fall for him even harder.

Lil'Fox, Mace's Clone Kit... and his menagerie

Reminder: Mace Windu has an affinity with dangerous animals. It adds more contextual layers about why he was so sympathetic but cautious about the Zillo beast.

Also explains why when all the other little CC Clones are picked up by their respective Jedi, Mace ends up taking Fox home. Night after, after night.

"Guess it is you and me, you maniacal little menace," Windu softly grumbled. He already had a hand on the top of Fox's curly head. The little Clone looked up at Mace with eyes that were too big, too dark, and blinked his lashes that were too thick. But, he moved easily with just a nudge of Windu's hand. Soon, they had passed through several halls in the labyrinthine Temple. "Don't forget to take Zilly out before bed, you lil'vermin. Last night, conveniently fell asleep before you did it," warned the Jedi Master to the runty Clone, who seemed excited as Mace went through his lexicon of 'Things To Call Fox, Who Is A Terror'... pet names. As long as he looked straight ahead, then the little guardling wouldn't see his smile of contentment; any night that putting Fox to bed wasn't a battle of wills was always a good night, even if it meant Windu had to stand out in the gardens while the monster's little beastie walked in circles, only to do her business in the first spot she sniffed. Fox skipped excitedly, but asked accusingly, "Did you watch the feeds today? If you didn't and Zilly broke out of her crate or if Sally tried to eat Master Mundi's Tooka, don't blame me." "You know, I have more things to do than babysit your pets while you're being babysit." "Then don't babysit other Jedi's pets." "We don't keep pets—though, you certainly count as one. Besides, Mundi's Tooka is old—" "Like you?" "More like The Frog—" "Anyway, the old Tooka should stop trying to eat Sally. Maybe you should tell Marzle that," Fox had a loud, squeaky voice, and sounded too smart for his own good or Mace's sanity. "I should have stolen the blonde one. You two look more alike than the others. Think if I color your hair, Skywalker will notice? You're still the same size as the Captain." "I am not telling General Skywalker that I have toes nor am I going to let him—" Fox stopped, scrunched up the center of his little face, "—snuggle me like a sock stuffie." The little Guardling just didn't understand how Rex tolerated the excessive affections of Skywalker; he couldn't wait for his friend to grow out of it—Rex had stopped letting everyone know he had toes a long time ago, but the Jedi STILL talked about it like it was the cutest thing ever. The indignity! At least, Rex had the remorse to blush brightly when reminded of his past sins. "You're about the size of one," Windu wasn't going to compliment the boy's ability with words so young, though it had been proven to be a common trait among the Clones. "No, I'm not!" Clones were undeniably smart, and Fox was one of the brightest—he and Skywalker's certainly were, and if Obi-Wan's was definitely smart enough to recite the entire Jedi Code—no wonder his name was Cody. Their smarts were half the problems they gave the Jedi, and most of Windu's with Fox—with a sizable pinch of the kid's poor impulse control. Though, Mace had long suspected that it was less a matter of unwillful poor control and more that... Fox just didn't care. A thought entered his trickster brain and off he went. "No, I'm not! Take that back or I'll bite!" The kid paused, stared at one of the stain glass windows dimmed by the last rays of sunlight. "Will Zilly be old enough to come with me during the day?" Force, he loved the little runt. "Soon, Li'Fox. We want for her to be better trained than you before we start that. "Okay," Fox bubbled without insult. "I'm not the others, Fox. You know that I've been bitten by creatures that are actually worse than you," Windu had moved his hand to the back of the boy's neck., "And I'll bite you back. Come on, Sally is probably trying to lure Marzle in reach of her tentacles.

ZILLY—a small, cloned Zillo Beast made at the Kaminoan facilities as part of their recompense for the 'disastrously faulty products' the Clones turned out to be; they weren't supposed to revert to younger ages. Zilly turned out to be a defective one, so Mace snatched it up to be Fox's little companion. At this point, she's a 'puppy.' Fox likes to pick her up and carry her around like one. At this point, Grizzer and Zilly don't know what to make of each other. Mace is gonna let those two figure it out.

SALLY—Originally another one of Hound's strays/rubbish Grizzer found in a patrol. Sally is a psuedo-sarlacc.—not a sarlacc, but easily mistaken as one; might be a very, very distant cousin. About the size of a house cactus and lives in a terrarium, she is incredibly smart, surprisingly affectionate (to those she likes), and remarkably interactive. She requires her terrarium to be rearranged frequently or else she gets "blind" to her toys. With the Force, Mace helped Fox explain to her what worms NOT to eat, so she'd leave the soil worms alone—now she plays with them, much to their horror. She prefers her moister to come from condensation. Sally also likes to torment the Temple's Tookas for funsie. He used to feed her vegetables, until she got sick and nearly passed on him—he was so scared, cried and cried and cried, and Windu was honestly worried about what would happen if Fox lost Sally. That's why they got Zilly, so Fox would have two companions. Fox has had her since before he got his Phase 2 armor. Riyo helped explain the creature to Windu, who had never heard of one before. (There is a much longer backstory for the early adventures of Sally.)

LIST OF PET-NAMES FOR FOX, by Windu, aka Things To Call Fox, Who Is A Terror: Runt, Maniacal Menace, just plain Menace, Guardling, Terror, Monster, Vermin, Beastie, Brat, Not Ponds, Most-likely To Be The Death Of Me... the Little Clone who stole my heart.

EXTRA—

When no one took Fox with them and the noisy runt was standing alone, this was what Windu saw in his eyes:

After some time, this is what Fox looks like to Windu:

Nothing but EYES. Might be cute if he squinted.

spurred on by my headache, procrastination, and @storm-breaker7 barking in the notes of the last one, more soft cody thoughts

you work as a senior medical officer on the negotiator, and early on into even your friendship with cody, he learned that you would often stay late in your office to fill out any paperwork you hadn't gotten to. so he would often come past and check if you were still there, and if you were he would come back with a warm drink to coax you away from the work and into bed

you buy cody clothes that aren't GAR issued for shore leave, and sometimes find yourself tucked against him with his hoodie over you both, your arms wrapped around his waist. he's comfy

whenever you get headaches, ones that are just a dull thrum and not enough to warrant a painkiller, he'll kiss wherever you complain hurts

you know the phrase "wear the hat, ride the cowboy"? that but with his bucket (this is something that works for any and all clones, but we're talking cody here, so the bucket is accented with golden)

cody smells warm, and while i usually say that to describe a scent that is campfire and summer weather, for cody it's... something else. it's really hard to explain exactly what he smells like, but there is something akin to leather and cedar wood, mixed with perpetual gun powder (i cannot be bothered researching as to whether star wars blasters use powder, so we're going modern gun logic). woodsy and warm i guess

loves when you leave marks on his skin. cody knows that nobody will see the marks, not under the ankle-to-neck black body glove and battle-worn plastoid, so he lets you have free reign really

although you work on the negotiator with cody, because of the size of the ship and the fact that you both are the highest ranking in your respective fields, sometimes it's hard to find time to just be the two of you. but when you do, you just spend the time together, not really talking and just being

cody loves kissing you on the cheek or temple when you're distracted, he blushes when you kiss him on the nose

(honestly, these have just turned into headcanons for the fic that i am yet to finish writing. but hey, at least you get an insight into their relationship haha)

Rex

super cool character headcanons meme

2-4 songs that are probably on their iPod Vode An - Epic Version, by Samuel Kim (obvi) Shut Up and Dance, by WALK THE MOON Lies, by Will Jay Soldier, Poet, King, by The Oh Hellos

the one place they sometimes end up falling asleep — where they’re not supposed to ...'standing' guard outside the door of the supply closet that Anidala are making out in

the game they’d destroy everyone else at Why is my first thought 'the spoons.' Like a bunch of clones all decided to see who could play the spoons on the first try and Rex was, somehow, the best.

the emoticon they’d use most often ಠ_ಠ

what they act like when they haven’t had enough sleep You know that one moment in the show where he walks bucket-first into a low-hanging pipe? That, but more.

their preferred hot beverage on really cold nights. or mornings. or whenever. Caff, two sugars.

how they like to comfort/care for themselves when they’re in a slump Clone cuddle pile eyyyy

what they wanted to be when they grew up "Wanted" is kinda pushing it for the military cult that Kamino was.

their favorite kind of weather Slightly chilly, low humidity. Not so dry that it chaps his lips, but not so humid that it builds on the inside of his helmet when he has to take it off. Just cold enough that his armor is a comfortable temp without having to turn on the heating or cooling built into it. A bit of wind, and overcast.

thoughts on their singing voice (decent? terrible? soprano? alto?) Low register, slightly better at hitting the right note than most clones but not the best.

how/what they like to draw or doodle I don't think he draws or doodles, much. Not much access to paper or flimsi, since most of his paperwork is on datapads.

Yeah since i love u guys I'm giving you funny/wholesome headcanons of mine (which are part of the AU!)

- my man loves giving hugs, very squishy boy, loves cuddling. (All)

- any slimecicle that is a slime (like dsmp) usually melts whenever they are very relaxed or happy

- every slimecicle purrs. That's it. That's the headcanon.

- all the slimecicle are either non-binary or genderfluid

-Chat is the slimes on slimecicle mc skin and speak to him. He is the only one that can hear them since he is part slime or completely a slime (depends which one you are referring to though)

- parent-son relationship with the earth (that is [for me] only and solely for dsmp and epicSMP, but you can use it in every way you like. If you want more explanation i can tell you)

[the next ones are some that you have already seen, just wanted to say them again because i thought they would be funny]

- he's pretty massive for a single celled organism (dsmp)

- voices or also called chat (epicSMP)

- dosen't know what the fuck a woman is (all)

- poly mf (SCU)

- "charlie IS the entity in the backrooms" (it can be everyone to be honest.)

- all of the clones every Monday have a meeting where they just vibe, like a party.

- diet consists on eating blocks basically (SCU) but can eat food too.

- buckets? Jars? I'm gonna act like cats do when they see a box. I'm gonna put my head in there. (SCU)

- great at improve and acting (pretty much every slimecicle, not including dsmp)

- short temper (SCU, and also dsmp according to my slime role!)

- "idk if I'm fighting the demons anymore or if I'm the demon" (SCU)

- cat boy (scu)

Can I ask why you're scared of Kenny? He doesn't seem all that scary.

Ike: Dude was always quiet. When I was a kid I headcanoned he was an alien following Kyle around because they were studying his brain. Then in middle school I saw him working like 10 jobs in 5 days and thought there were clones of him? Like an alien species of Kennys. Befriending Karen didnt change anything about that either, one time he brought me a bucket of rocks that arent local to Colorado at all because he heard I was reading about them. I also found out he was literally a superhero vigilante since he was like, ten. Also he's just too nice??? How can you live with my brother and his other two attention hungry boyfriends and always be in such a good mood all the time? I want to dissect him.

Hi! Not sure if this counts as a prompt or not, but I was wondering if you could share some of your Fox headcanons? In the ask game you said you had a lot of opinions on his character that aren’t shared by the fandom at large. Only if you want too, of course 😊

lol no it's not a prompt, dw! and i love talking about my blorbos, so

first let's get out of the way the fact that i am by nature a pretty contrary person who likes doing things their own way, and that i don't always have thoughts and opinions about stuff, but when i do,,,, oh boy.

back when i started outlining the falling man i realised i didn't quite know who My fox was. there were a couple of relatively widespread characterisations, and back then i already was starting to not enjoy that particular interpretation too much.

so i started thinking about him and trying to figure out what kind of character he could be, because let's be real: like cody, he doesn't actually have like an actual personality in the show. he's a plot device, like most minor characters in the clone wars cartoon.

and i have to confess something else: i don't like the whole inhibitor chips thing too much. i know why it exists and i think it works within the context of the show, and it's absolutely horrifying, but i like my characters messy and complicated and doing awful shit in full possession of their will and thoughts, and i don't like how the chips basically robs the clones of their agency, so.

i think most of the more popular fanon characterizations hinge on the idea that fox wasn't himself when he shot fives. however, the way i write him is built on the idea that he knew what he was doing and did it anyway. i explained it to my friends as "ned stark meets classic noir detective" iirc.

i do think there is a tendency to woobify him in fandom, and while i do not like that very much (i'm allergic to woobies in general lol), i think he's someone who's been living in survival mode for a very long time.

i think he was chosen specifically for the coruscant guard because he's clever and cunning and competent but lacks a certain. hm. he knows the system's fucked and how to thrive in it but he still can't see a way beyond its limits. he has married his sense of self to the things he can do for other people and to the way other people perceive him. he doesn't believe in the system and he doesn't trust it, he only trusts his brothers, but he will work and work and work for the system because that's who he is and what he does. and he knows that by doing this he's actively harming his brothers and isolating himself and making everyone miserable, but he is like a rat in a cage, and he just can't see a way out.

i like thinking about him as cody's opposite, in a way, and that's also one of the reasons why i ship them. cody's priority is his duty to his brothers; fox's priority is his duty, and then his brothers.

i think he's very lonely and very depressed in that functional way some of us get. i also think he is by nature very kind and very selfless and very brave and very. honourable, in a way? he has a moral code and he sticks to it as much as he can. he's also an adrenaline junkie and can be very um. casually, viciously brutal in a very workman-like way? and i also think that he's very easy to like and love once he allows himself to take off his bucket, and one of the most infuriating people in existence. he doesn't say shit, ever, and expects you to guess what he thinks and feels and why he does the things he does.

i have headcanons for his relationships with some of the clones, but this is long enough lmao. sorry!!!!!!