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freesia-writes · 10 months

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Ok here you go. I love these drunken headcannons about the Batch. (would insert a link if I could) But I would love to hear some more black out drunk headcannons of our beloved Commanders and Captains. (Cody, Wolffe, Fox, Howzer, Gregor, Bly, Rex... I don't know are there more? You can choose ;))

Love ya!

Hmmmmmmmm I will do my best. <3 But I feel wildly unqualified because I really don't know Cody/Wolffe/Bly/Fox yet. Need to re-watch and read more stuff here. So I'll take a shot in the dark. I've read some of the others but I can't remember any specifics, hahaha! So forgive me if I repeat any ideas already shared -- we do have a collective consciousness about these guys anyway, don't we? :D Slightly NSFW below the cut!

Cody - starts texting Obi-Wan with increasingly hilarious (and inappropriate) suggestions of how to be more efficient on missions. Sits in the corner of the bar, typing like a madman and giggling uncontrollably to himself. Someone approaches to ask how he's doing and he stifles it real quick, shoving the comm in his pocket and looking way too stern all of a sudden, pretending like he's totally normal (or trying).

Wolffe - hmmm. I'm thinking about Rebels Wolffe here. I think he'd start telling jokes that go from cringey cheesy to hilariously dirty, and the glint in his eye would be accentuated by his scar and cybernetic eye. He'd get Gregor-level eyebrow waggles. And girls would start hitting on him and he'd be like, "Oh, what's this? My bad! Yes, come on ladies, there's room for all of you." XD

Fox - dang, I don't know this guy at all, so I'm gonna be boringly cliche and say he'd start shit-talking Palpatine like no other, from silly things to stuff that has the clones with him looking around nervously and telling him to be quiet. He would probably piss on something of Palpatine's on his way home for the night, too. Or teabag his desk or somethin.

Howzer - mmmm. My sweet boy. Shiny Howzer would be VERY different, but grown Howzer… if he got that drunk… hm. I can see him doing karaoke. Singing stuff like the "I would walk 500 miles" song (I'm Gonna Be is the real name) and getting the whole bar to join in, and then the next morning his squadmates are teasing him about what a charismatic entertainer he was and he's absolutely refuses to believe them (but is secretly pleased inside, LOL). He's completely oblivious to the [HORDES] of women (and men and non-human sentients and every other identification) hitting on him all night and is just focused on having a damn blast. He'd wake up with lipstick marks on his face FOR SURE.

Gregor - (sorry, this is gonna have some language). I would love to be here for this one. ;) You thought he giggled and smiled a lot when he was sober? BUCKLE UP BITCHES. He's gonna be telling stories that he can only remember HALF of and can actually verbalize even LESS of because he's laughing himself to tears and gasping for air between the words so much that you can't discern what the FUCK he was talking about anymore, but you find yourself giggling too because he's just having such a good time and you can't help but be carried along. He would find the most random people at the bar and instantly become their best friend, buying them a drink and proclaiming them to be the greatest person in the galaxy. Him and Howzer at the same bar would be… oh my gosh… the bar would spontaneously combust. I NEED TO WRITE THIS.

Bly - dang, I don't know this chap much either, so again gonna play it safe and say he'd be texting Aayla about how much he wants to motorboat her securas and shroom tat his own face with her lekku. Every time it happens he gets another ridiculously lewd and hilarious tattoo in a place that only she will see… I absolutely can't think of ONE but you know what I'm talkin about. ;)

Rex - precious man. He'd be pretty subtle at first -- feeling super buzzed but able to hide it really well -- and would start commanding his boys in increasingly ridiculous ways, or calling them out on stuff they thought he didn't know about, and they'd be getting increasingly nervous and panicked and sweaty until he goes too far and they realize he's trashed and totally joking. But then they turn it on him and start telling random girls "Hey that guy's been staring at you all night" and laughing their asses off as girls approach him and he has his awkward panic. I don't see Rex as a one night stand kind of guy. And not a word of any of this is shared the day after.

and MAYDAY - mwahahaha. You just KNOW this guy is the most subtle drunk at the bar. His humor is so dry that it goes over half the people's heads, and his pickup lines to girls either have them wrinkling their nose (most of the time) or laughing and leaning in because they're just as snarky as he is (rarely). I think he's all about business on duty, with a thick layer of sarcasm on top of it all, but when he's a free man and under the influence he's making out with girls in the refresher and telling them to pull his hair. ;) Probably arm wrestling occasionally, and is totally understated about it (not a lot of bravado) but wins almost all the time.

Sorry it wasn't too terribly NSFW. ;)

#star wars headcanons #star wars the clone wars #clone headcanons #clone simps #clone wars headcanons #the clone wars #the clone wars headcanons #tcw headcanons

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x-authorship-x · 3 months

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for the fandom asks, 3, 4, 18 & 23!

3. a character that fandom has helped you appreciate

Commander Fox 👀 bamf meets angst meets whump meets tired

4. say something nice about a ship you don't ship (it can be another ship in your fandom, a mutual's OTP, etc)

Quinlan/Obi-Wan is very chaotic and that's well earned tbh go off kings

18. a fandom tag that you track

World-building / Fix It, my beloveds

23. the fandom you're curious about because of a mutual

Wheel of Time 😉

#torship #torship talks #ask #ask game #Hiding #hidingfromthefeels

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insertmeaningfulusername · 2 months

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Writing Patterns (Tag Game)

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

Thank you for the tag @babygirlbridger my beloved <3

“We,” Finn said, “need a Jedi.” (FinnPoe - Basic Form #3)

For the first time in ages, Bly woke to sunlight streaming in through the bedroom window. (BlyLa - New Beginning)

The eclipse occurred suddenly and terrifyingly. (Breha x Fox x Bail - Eclipsed)

Cody sat up in bed, wide awake from one moment to the next. (CodyWan - Take the Key to My Heart (I Don't Need It))

The village's houses were nothing more than broken shells - skeletons clinging to the mountainside, providing cracks and crevasses for the wind to blow through. (Gen Rex-centric with a side of RexAniDala - The Art of Losing (Is Hard to Master))

He wakes on a flat roof, wedged between a chimney and a ventilation pipe. (QuinFox - (You Know) You Love Me)

“Hello and good morning, commander sunshine!” (QuinFox - ((Not So) Un-)Welcome Gifts)

"Um, sir. You're doing it again." (QuinFox - You Make My Birdcage Bearable)

Fives is a warm weight on Echo’s chest. (EchoFives and HuntEcho - Parallels)

“Hey, Thire. Do you copy?” (QuinFox - Operation Beddybies)

Most of my first lines are quite brief and simple, establishing a location or a time of day. I often like to start just with dialogue, too, mostly when it's a more lighthearted story. But what really got me is the sheer overuse of parentheses in my titles alkfjadjfkllsk

Tagging @hraishin @fullmetalcarer @mars-attacking @mamuzzy-creates-stuff @lesbiankiliel @forloveofcodywan @riinoaheartilly @bilbosmom-belladonna @veradragonjedi

#i swear i'll do all the last line challenges and other stuff i was tagged in one day #i haven't forgotten #tag game #my writing

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king-maven-calore · 1 year

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Reading The Stolen Heir part 2 👑

Chapter 2: "It isn't that mortals can't be pretty- many of them are- but their beauty doesn't make you feel pummeled by it. I feel a little pummeled by Oak's beauty.

If I look at him too long. I want to take a bite out of him." BITCH it's literally like

Also, the knight and the winged soldier are 100% f*ing

Chapter 3: Holly sis, I didn't need reminders of how freaking adorable baby Oak was but thank you for the reminder 🥺🥺. His encounter with Wren, their game with the foxes, them eating pie with their hands, her sleeping under his bed, stole my heart. I am in shambles 😭

Side note: the recurring image of the fox is giving "foreshadowing"... I think.

Chapter 4:

“As you command,” the cursed soldier says. “You do delight in giving orders, don’t you?” “To you, I do,”

Called it

Wren getting all flustered at the closeness to Oak's body, followed shortly after by him getting all flustered looking at her after she takes a bath? *chef's kiss* I'm starting to sense the tension.

I really like Wren so far. Monstrous girls my beloveds 🙏💕. And I'm living for Oak being a cheeky vegan philanderer. I wonder what he's truly up to

#I wanted to say manwhore but I feel he's not as slutty as Cardan #he's more of a soft seducer #at least that's what I'm getting #TSH spoilers #the stolen heir #tfota spoilers #tfota #reading live blogging

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sun-roach · 10 months

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Thorn: Can I talk to you?

Fox: You are doing that right now

Thorn: Nevermind. I will go find Thire

Fox: *snorts* sit down, vod'ika.

Thorn: *takes a seat, immediately regrets it* How is this chair becoming worse with each day?

Fox: When I need a distraction, I try to fix it like I try to fix my life

Thorn: …

Fox:

Thorn: hah….Well… then I am surprised I can still sit on it

Fox: You are a shabuir, you know?

Thorn: I love me too *grins*

#the chair breaks like five mins later #and they laugh #commander fox #cc 1010 #commander thorn #star wars #tcw #sw tcw #the clone wars #commander fox my beloved <3

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bitebackbaby · 1 year

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“to walk the gale” & “and the universe said” for the fic ask :)

ooooh, heck yeah!! let’s start with “to walk the gale” – this is a long fic that ive hinted at before, because it’s my ‘fox as krell’s commander’ fic!! fox, my beloved… you deserve the world! and by that i mean i must break you.

in this fic, fox is assigned as general krell’s commander and basically goes from “okay, i can make this work” to “This Will Work (loads blaster)” in the first three months lol. this one has a heck of a lot of whump, given the subject matter, but it will be counteracted by the comfort that is to come :’)

this fic is set to be ten chapters long!! here’s a quick snippet! :)

“I think he’s trying to kill us,” Parasite says grimly.

Fox grunts, pressing a hand against the wound on his side. “He’s a natborn. What else is new?”

Parasite swallows, looks away. He drags out the medkit, begins sorting through their meager supplies. There’s a hint of frustration in his eyes, and Fox doesn’t blame him. Parasite wasn’t trained in more than basic CPR, just like the rest of the basic troopers, but he’s kind and giving and has a warm bedside manner, so with all the medics… gone, he’s the best they’ve got.

But it’s not fair. And Parasite is right to be angry.

Fox just can’t bring himself to think about it too deeply, not yet.

He knows what he’ll find, in those murky depths – and it’s nothing good.

title (& chapter titles) comes from this quote from the Discworld series by Terry Pratchett; “All witches are selfish, the Queen had said. But Tiffany’s Third Thoughts said: Then turn selfishness into a weapon! Make all things yours! Make other lives and dreams and hopes yours! Protect them! Save them! Bring them into the sheepfold! Walk the gale for them! Keep away the wolf! My dreams! My brother! My family! My land! My world! How dare you try to take these things, because they are mine!

I have a duty!”

NOW!! “and the universe said” is far more au than most of my wips, as it takes place in a different reality entirely. well… kinda.

have you ever played the game Spiritfarer? boom. there it is. (if you haven’t, i seriously recommend it!!) but to go into a bit more detail; in this au, fox acts as a guide for lost souls who need to pass on to the afterlife. they are all the spirits of people that he once knew when they were alive, and they all have something different to teach him. as fox slowly walks them through the path to acceptance and moving on, he learns a bit more about himself too. :)

obviously, this is a story that deals heavily with death & grief, but much like the game that inspired it, my hope is that this story will bring more comfort than hurt <3

this wip is set to be twelve chapters long. here’s a quick snippet! :)

Fox opens his eyes slowly. Above him, the ceiling is swaying in time with the waves, his hammock rocking gently back and forth.

On his nightstand, the Guiding Light is glowing softly, an ever-present warmth that draws him in like a flower reaching for the sun, and he carefully picks it up, cradling it between his hands.

“Good morning,” he murmurs, and presses his forehead to the Light for a brief moment, before pulling away.

He can hear the sound of footsteps out on the deck. Seems like one of his passengers is awake already.

“Time to report for duty,” Fox mutters to himself, a lopsided grin tugging at his lips. He throws his legs and over the side of the hammock and jumps down.

With the Guiding Light strapped to his belt, Fox prepares for another day.

title (&chapter titles) come from the minecraft end poem ;)

#oztalk #oztalk: to walk the gale #oztalk: and the universe said

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hellhound5925 · 11 months

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Cyare Verd *Beloved Warrior*

Chapter Twelve

Echo and I part ways and head to our quarters to get ready for the night. I can't even remember the last time I went out for fun. I think to myself.

I get back to my room and head to the fresher to get a shower. I opt to do my hair, parting it off to the left letting it fall naturally to my right, and braiding the left side back, pinning it under my right side, to keep it out of my face. I put on some makeup - nothing too over the top - before figuring out my outfit. I grab the shirt I got with Echo, grab a pair of black pants, my combat boots, and my black bantha leather jacket. I slide a knife in one boot and one in the inner left pocket of my jacket. I play with my necklace for a moment recalling the moment it was given to me.....

"Ni kyr'tayl gait sa'ad (I know your name as my child- adoption vow)" he says placing the mythosaur charm around my neck. I was pretty young at the time, not remembering much of my parents and living on the streets of Mandalore I never thought I would have family again. Raven Skirata, ad'ika (daughter) of Kal Skirata.

I finished getting around and made my way out to the streets of Coruscant. I wave for a taxi - considering I'm not really sure where this place even is - and tell the driver where I want to go. "79's please" I say getting in. "You got it" replies the driver. It doesn't take more than a few minutes to get to the bar - guess I could have walked - and I pay the driver before getting out.

The first thing I notice was the neon glow of the sign which reminded me of a sunset on Tatooine with the oranges and yellows. The second thing I notice were the clones coming in and out. There's so many of them. I enter and the place is packed to say the least. I elbow my way through the crowd making my way to the bar to order a drink. The bar tender passes me the mix drink and I toss a few credit on the bar. I take a sip immediately realizing this is nothing like the Tihaar (Mandalorian spirit, strong, colorless alcohol) that Kal'Buir always had. That stuff was way stronger. I glance around the bar unable to find any of the 501st but I do see the table of Commanders off to one side of the room. I decide to make my way over.

"Su cuy'gar (hello)" I nod at them. Fox immediately slides over to let me sit. The rest of the table nods and says hello. "This is Raven Skirata, she's the Mandalorian I was telling you about" Fox introduces. I look around the table and see 3 others sitting there, the one who I am pretty sure is Commander Cody - it's hard to tell when I've only seen him with his buy'ce (helmet) on - reached over to shake my hand, "Nice to see you again. You're with Rex's squad?". "Yes sir, Commander Cody right?" I smile back. He nods "These are Commanders Bly and Wolffe" he continues pointing to the other two. They each shake my hand. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything" I say glancing around the table at the Commanders. Cody laughs "Of course not! A friend of Rex's is a friend of ours". Bly and Fox both smile at me and Wolffe just stares. Bly elbows him and laughs "He takes a minute to warm up". Wolffe lets out a deep grunt. Cody shakes his head and takes sip of his drink. Bly - who seems curious about me - starts asking questions like 'was I born on Mandalore?', 'Kal Skirata is your father right? He's quite the legened'. Cody asks me about the training I'm doing with the 501st and I tell him about what we've done the last few days. "Oh I heard all about that show you and Rex put on, some of my men heard about it from Fives" Cody laughs. "I'm glad someone can finally give him a run for his credits" smiles Fox. "I might be stepping out of line, but Rex mentioned you guys were a part of his batch? Some of the last to be trained on Kamino by Mandalorian's?" I asked, hey if they want to ask personal questions about me it only seems fair. Wolffe speaks up this time "Rex is our vod'ika (youngest brother) but he was always one of the toughest fighters." He really seems to admire Rex. "But yeah we were the last group to train with the mando's, guess their relationship with the Kaminoans wasn't the best". I opt to stay out of that argument. I never thought much of them personally. They change the subject, telling war stories and we all finish our drinks.

Suddenly there is a familiar presence of blue and white plastoid in my peripheral. It catches the tables attention as Rex approaches. “Ah Vod’ika (little brother)!” Cody practically yells. “Your vode (brothers) have been catching me up on some their time at war” I smile up at Rex. He rubs the back of his neck and before he can say anything Fives and Echo come bounding over - they’ve had a few drinks already. “Rav’ika! There you are! We’ve been looking for you!” Fives grabs me by the arm, dragging me out of the booth. “It was very nice to meet you all!” I look back at the table who is laughing at what just went down.

Fives lets go of my arm “We always sit in this booth over here, it’s the only one that can fit us all” Echo says gesturing at the ‘U’ shaped booth where the rest of the 501st is. Everyone looks up “we found her!” Fives presents me and the table cheers. I roll my eyes and slide into the booth with Jesse on my left, then Fives slides in next to me with Echo across the way. “I can’t believe we missed you, even with that shirt! It suits you by the way” Fives winks and throws his arm behind me and I elbow him in the rib. He lets out a grunt “what was that for?” He asks. The group laughs. Hardcase - who was the only one missing from the table - comes over with a tray of shots, a few too many at that. “You can’t count you di’kut (idiot)” Jesse teases reaching for one. Fives - leaning over me - swats at his hand. “More for me!” He says. Hardcase passes out shots to everyone before setting the rest down at the center of the table.

I look back over at the Commanders, noticing Rex sitting with them and the Commanders all looking over at us. Fives and Echo take notice and share a look. “Rex will come over after a while. He usually talks with them for a bit” Echo says. “Long live the 501st!” Fives yells clinking shot glasses with everyone before we all down them. “That was lame” laughs Kix. “Hey wait…”says Dogma. “We need to see if Fives gets his one night stand” he continues raising an eyebrow at me. “Since we never agreed on terms of this deal…..I get the girl you all take two shots, if I don’t I take a shot for each member of the team” Five says with his signature shit eating grin. “That’s some mighty confidence Fives, might want to save that for the battle field. But you’re on cowboy” teases Jesse.

I scan the bar to see if I can find a victim. I see a girl sitting at the bar with a friend and they look bored. They are definitely scoping out the men in here… the group looks over where I am. “Alright we have our first victim it seems” says Tup laughing. I shove Fives out of the booth “Go near them and order me a drink, I’ll be right over” I say to him. “What’s your plan?” He asks hesitating. “You’ll see, just go with it. Oh and relax, be yourself.” I prod him to get moving and he does. “What are you going to do?” Asks Jesse. “Watch and learn boys” I say with a smirk. Fives does exactly as he was told and as I see the bar tender hand him an ale, I fly out of the booth “show time” I say getting the groups attention - they all watch.

I make my way over to Fives who was just about to turn around with the ale. As he does I smack the drink and it hits the floor spilling the sudsy drink everywhere. Fives looks stunned and the two girls look over. “Maker how can someone who is so good in bed, not know how to order a drink….I’m done” and with that I storm off. Fives begins to pick up the glass and the girl closed to him hops off the barstool to help him. I slide back into the booth with the squad and they look shocked. “How does that help him?” Dogma asks defeated. “Oh just wait” I smile. The girl end sup buying Fives a drink they stand there chatting- me having been forgotten. The whole table looks at me. “That’s got to be the longest he’s ever had a conversation with a women, other than you. No offense.” Jesse leans over to tell me. I lean back and smile, taking a sip of Fives drink he left behind. The girl hops off the bar stool and heads toward the door with Fives in tow, he glances over at the table with a thumbs up and winks. “I guess that means we all have to do two shots…..” Echo says.

Rex makes his way back over to the table, “Where’s Fives?” He asks. I smile and nod towards to door “I better go get those shots”. Rex glances at me as I slide out of the booth. I can feel his eyes on me… Like something you see…

Masterlist

#clone captain rex #star wars clone wars #star wars the clone wars #may the 4th be with you #the clones #may the force be with you #rex star wars #rex x reader #captain rex x you #rex x you

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dukeoftheblackstar · 10 months

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Coffee Love

Author's Note:

I’ve been whumped by my own wip and it has really gotten me in a rut. I’ve had friends recommend I do something like a 500-word limit fic unrelated, but I couldn’t start no matter how much I tried. So, in my attempt of bouncing off ideas with someone, I ended up meeting my unexpected source of serotonin boost.

I’ve taken much of everything from the thread of our replies, integrated the tags as POV, made some revisions, and I genuinely enjoyed doing this and with this being something I actually want to post on my blog, here goes.

Pairing: Commander Fox as written by @i-need-more-caf and my self-indulgent OC, Duchess. Triggers: Flirty banter. Stressed people. That's the trigger. Two stressed, caffeine-addicted people, and occasional appearance of testicle face, Chancellor Palps.

And so begins the highlight of Duchess’ day as the Chancellor’s secretary — not to be confused by His Excellency’s advisor or any military designation, her role was more administrative. Solely responsible for every appointment and scheduled-based tasks that involved the Chancellor, the Senate, Corrie Guards and staff, and even certain affairs that the Chancellor sees fit to be informed of. Implied authority over any form of document — reports included, to be scanned and reviewed before they reach the Chancellor, and all requests to be evaluated prior approval.

Under the good graces of the Chancellor’s favor — considering her efficiency to ensure all needs of the Chancellor are met, primarily to retain a credible, untarnished, and professional reputation; she gets a pass. Not to mention being the saccharine face of the Executive Suite tends to set the mood for worried allies hoping to get an audience with the Chancellor to be at ease.

Having arrived an hour early for her shift, she hums into the soothing comfort of a homemade brew. The rich scent of hazelnut infused with the natural bitterness and potency of caf was truly a rousing touch to the soul. The abysmally dark tone of liquid in contrast to her clean, white, mug captivated not only silver irises that watched the quaint ripples as she blew onto the pool of heavenly, goodness that is caf; but had withered her resolve to not only scream into the void at the sight of erroneous reports that she has to fix as presented by her the monitors on her desk — but to also rob her of any desire to fulfill a shared dream with her work-husband.

A shared-fantasy that if further mused on of different possibilities is exhilaratingly arousing; crimes of passion in the form of arson, asphyxiation through possible food or drink poisoning, or accidental murder. The thought alone made her squirm in her seat with her knees tucked against each other — which then reminded her that said work-husband would certainly have pulled yet again an all-nighter.

An amused, soft chuckle before blessing her tastebuds with the fine drink that not only fueled her for the day, but fueled her to live on this god-awful planet of hate and misery. Good thing, there’s always one more miserable person than her; her beloved, Commander Fox.

yourcoruscantworkwife: Has anyone ever told you how sexy you look when you're stressed over work with no sleep for 3 days straight? I bet you smell like stale coffee and paper ink.

yourcoruscantworkwife: *dreamy sigh*😩😩😩

yourcoruscantworkwife has forwarded an attachment to your email marked urgent.|| Subject: CT-1010 Report Req fr. OtC. || Contents include: ‘Additional Paperwork marked ‘Discreet’. || Click to open Mark as Spam Block Mute

Basking on the warmth of the mug between her palms, Duchess scanned today’s agenda, scouring through everyone’s schedule and progression to ensure all is accounted for. It didn’t take long before her sight dropped to the corner of her screen as the notification came up.

i-need-more-caf: At this point, I just admire someone dedicating their time to me. Not many come to appreciate my work. So why don’t you swing by and let me thank you, ad'ika?

And the man of the hour — the man of every hour, had graced her with a response. And so begin their daily banter to alleviate any form of repressed feelings to align their focus to the work at hand like a proper soldier and secretary.

yourcoruscantworkwife: If by thanking me entails you painstakingly working on that report that's due later tonight, then yes. I don't know what it is Commander, but I see you stressed and I feel like I just want to jump you.

yourcoruscantworkwife: Anyhow. Here's a treat from me: a potently caffeinated version of java chip iced caf.

yourcoruscantworkwife: ☕🥤🍪☕🥤🍪☕🥤

i-need-more-caf: Oh don’t you worry, darling. This work will be taken care of like any other. ;)

yourcoruscantworkwife: Keep talking like that Commander and I really just might pop back in your office and give you more than a delicious cup of caf. Well.. Apart from anonymous reports that a certain staff of your squad has been quite disruptive...I mean.. Destructive.

“Thorn.” Fox sighed, tending to an itch on his graying crown before finding solace through rubbing both palms over his face, not wanting to add more to his already piled up to-do list. He grunts in sheer surrender, fully knowing that he’d have to check his men and coax them into just admitting a possible fault rather than another charade of poorly concocted lies and innocent excuses. Though that may be so, he loves them dearly —loves them enough to want to– Cut off by not wanting to leave Duch on-read, he types with an amused but tired smile.

i-need-more-caf: Oh? And what else could you offer me, ad'ika? Besides the caf and headache you seem to enjoy giving me?

i-need-more-caf: Perhaps you should come back to my office and tell me.

i-need-more-caf: Maybe you’ll catch me yell at my men. Wouldn’t you like that, sugar? Seeing me all frustrated and stressed out?

“I could get down to that.” She mumbles, biting her lip to suppress a fit of laughter.

yourcoruscantworkwife: Aww, I give you headaches now too? You spoil me! ~

yourcoruscantworkwife: *Sighs more dreamily* 😩😩😩

yourcoruscantworkwife: I would actually die for that, baby love.

yourcoruscantworkwife: You're so nasty, it's intoxicating.

yourcoruscantworkwife has forwarded two attachments to your email marked urgent.|| Subject: CT-1010 Report Req fr. OtC II & III. || Contents include: ‘Additional Paperwork marked ‘SorryNotSorry’. || Click to open Mark as Spam Block Mute

The caf machine broke earlier in the wee hours of morning and he is yet to have his fix. The men knew this and have done right by steering clear of a now sleep-deprived, always - death-starved, easily-annoyed- to- the - brink - of - potentially - committing - a - murderous - spree embodiment of stress and exhaustion in a form of a man.

As he sees the incoming prompt of yet another set of attachments that indicated additional paperwork, Fox groans and seeks the comfort of his gloved fingers tending to massage his temples. He looked at the request, tapping and scrolling, reading and reviewing — with full intent of screaming, crying, and shooting; either someone or himself because the very core life support that retains his sanity and patience remains broken.

He balls a fist with eyes closed, briefly peeking at the now decommissioned caf machine that would beep occasionally and hiss as if to taunt him for the abuse of constantly brewing as if water and any other beverages didn’t exist. He takes to what the medical team would often remind him — breathing exercises to not assuage the dire need of caf in his system, but to allow the festering rage and fleeting patience to not consume him.

i-need-more-caf: Nasty?

i-need-more-caf: Oh I am about to become very dirty, darling.

A thud from his head meeting the desk shamelessly. A sight that can be easily pulled up from her desk through the security cameras installed throughout the building — a delightful perk for being an administrator/secretary.

Trying her utmost best to stifle either a groan of unabashed pleasure or an evenly matched fits of laughter, she bites her tongue and sends an audio through his personal comms in a very sultry manner. “By the way, Foxxy ~ That's due in an hour.” Nearly morphing into a shriek as she gazed at the time indicator on her computer, she adds. “Oh, my bad... Half... An... Hour ~!”

Amidst the chaos that is simply his career and existence, he appreciated the contact as much as the banter and headache. He felt a shiver run down his spine that then merited a fine mix between a growl and a groan. “You do know how to work me up, darling. Have you waited all day to give me these? Waited all day, making me believe that, maybe today was an alright day? Just to ruin me once more?”

Shaking his head, Fox returns to his work. With every two minutes passing, he suppresses the urge to walk into the chancellor’s office to strangle the man with his bare hands. After all, it’s not like the Chancellor had asked him to send some of his men to search for a new Zillo Beast, right?

Breathe in. Breathe out. In. Out.In. Out. In. In. In. In. Oof — Out.

"Oh, kriff!~ I love it when you do that! Makes me exceptionally in the mood to just ~ Unf!" Duchess groans were quite suggestively exhilarated that Fox could hear the sound of papers scrunched — crumpled between presumably her fingers.

"Baby, you know I did! ~ I had to resist the urge to give it to you six hours ago when the Chancellor asked me to do so. I wanted it to be a surprise since you work so, damn, hard, behind your sexy, little, task-piled desk that smells like fresh paper ink and caf. ~"

This was beyond pleasure; it was sacrilegious.

“Duchess.”

And as her home-brewed caf was rich with the scent of hazelnut infused with the natural bitterness and potency of caf that truly is a rousing touch to the soul, the guttural sound that fell through his lips was rich with exhaustion that is far from rousing anything from his soul than the sweet release of death — the way her name rolled off his mouth with such debilitation, that it almost sounded ‘soft’.

“Ad'ika. You are driving me insane. Keep pushing and my hair will be completely grey in a few days.”

His voice is deep, rough and yet clear like burning ice. The need to destroy something, anything intensifies — yet he feels so heavy and tired to even lift his arm. It doesn’t help that he’s started seeing everything double either. At least he got the work done. Fox isn’t sure if he would survive the dreaded 'meeting' with the chancellor later, if he hadn’t.

And the caf machine remains broken.

Breathe in. Breathe out. In. Out.In. Out. In. In. In. In. Oof — Out.

Duchess made such an indiscernible noise that one could only associate it to a whore having her fix — and by that, the whore being Duchess and the fix being a very stressy-depressy Foxxy baby.

"Grey is sexy, Commander." She replies with a giggle, sending him a snippet of an email from the Chancellor — purposely cropped to only highlight the task at hand without any context. The cropped image reads; "Please have Commander Fox personally check the ----".

"Do I dare make it more exciting by sending you the... Full.. Uncut... Unadulterated..." With each word, her tone pitches more to a nearly orgasmic tune. "Brimmed with a fine, bulleted list of your to-do-list email for tomorrow, my sweet, overly worked, stressed work- husband?"

Fox stared at the image long and hard — eyes blown wide, dark with lust for death. His tired heart races and his fingers dig into the datapad clutched between hands itching to hurt. Six times had his weary eyes scanned the headline; Duchess’ voice a persistent distraction and root of daggers to his worn out soul.

“Duch. You know that I don’t beg.” He replies, suppressing the urge to hurl the datapad across his desk and onto the unforgiving wall. Oh, how much Fpx would just love to just jump out through the next window was something of an enigma he would like to reveal. But his men need him. His work wife needs him. The Chancellor needs him. With disgust he taps impatiently on his desk as he waits for his unhinged woman to just end him right here and now.

“Send me the whole thing, ad'ika. I’m sure I will be able to please you just right.”

"Are you sure about that, my love?" And it now has come to the point of no return. The high of her daily devotion to the Office of the Chancellor — the decadent surrender to having been appointed to ensure the Chancellor's wishes are met in terms of desk work, but to have been given the pleasure of weaving everything Coruscant’s precious errand boy's day to day requirement is truly a dream come true.

"But where's the fun in tha---" Her voice cuts off to a very familiar, elderly tune.

"Ah, Duchess. Looking lovely as ever. I take it the reports I've requested about the rumored spice being smuggled under our noses is near completion? "

Her reply to said voice was sweet, almost without an ounce of stress or protest — innocent maybe, angelic even. "Good evening, Chancellor. You spoil me. I'm sure..." Duchess pauses, mustering all strength from the galaxy to not break as she purposely adjusted her commlink for better sound recognition and volume. "Commander Fox is at polishing its completion. Right... Commander?"

"Ah, Commander. I see you have time to chat up my lovely secretary. Are those reports ready?"

Fox almost immediately jumped on his seat —, back firmly straightened as he heard the Chancellor’s voice; hands clenched to fists. Hearing him talk to Duch, stirs something in his gut causing his heartbeat to take on a faster pace. He remains silent, keeping his breath inside as he listens to Duchess respond. Her voice, ridiculously fake —it was all he could think of. But before he could feel even a pinch of sympathy for her, he gets thrown under the speeder. Now thoughts of her feigned laughter had morphed into the age-old question of ‘How to politely tell the Chancellor to kriff off without getting fired, decommissioned, or killed.’

“Sir. The reports are ready.”

Fox’s own voice switches from utterly exhausted to a monotone deep — one free from any hate, anger or stress. He wanted to add more, but reminded himself that the Chancellor hadn’t asked him for more. So he remains silent with palms cold and sweaty.

"Good. Have them sent over so I may review them. I expected them to be far more detailed this time, Commander." — Not very good, not best, not excellent, just good. And the shared dream of these two work-married, yet-to-meet friends under the pressure of their work-lives continue to burn; the dream being a crime of passion in the form of arson.

Duchess felt a bit guilty and whined to herself hearing Fox so beaten; beaten to the point of being a monotonous corporate slave. It wasn't fun like how they'd do it; their banter was far from how she'd wish the chancellor would go a bit easy on Fox since he's by far one of the busiest and most efficient clones in Coruscant.

As the Chancellor bid his farewell with disinterest, as opposed to how peppered Duchess gets with compliments on keeping face (no one would want to hear the esteemed chancellor berating women); Duchess pulled her seat close to her desk and replied. "I'd poison his caf but he makes me take a sip first. Sorry, baby. He'll need you here in fifteen minutes. I can feel it."

Fox has gone quiet. Quiet, because he knows how kriffed he is. He hadn’t slept for four days. He isn’t worried about mistakes in his work, but rather more worried about the quantity of it. There is no way he had enough time to be 'far more detailed'. He doesn’t blame Duchess; even if she had given him the work earlier, he wouldn’t have had the time to meet the Chancellor’s expectations. Though this doesn’t mean that Duchess isn’t driving him crazy with the way she delays his work and ruins his plans.

Momentarily lost to himself, Fox blinks realizing that he hasn't answered back. “Don’t worry about it, ad'ika. I promised to please you, didn't I?” He snorts dryly, exhaustion returning into his rough voice. He doesn’t want to make her worry, doesn’t want to worry anyone. He does a shitty job at that, but he can’t be perfect in everything, can he?

"Come up, baby. I got something with your name on it." As much as she adores testing Fox's patience, she's come to memorize Fox's pattern when it comes to his reports — particularly when he's dead tired. After all, it wouldn't be fun if he gets decommissioned for inconsistencies.

She takes her phone out and sends Fox a picture of her famous hazelnut, homemade brew; a shy trail of smoke indicating how it's just been made and a sticker on the cup with hearts — the cup with inscription in Mando'a that translates; "Fox's little bitch" — which is a play on their ‘couple mug’ wherein Fox owns with the phrase “Fox’s a little bitch”.

"And yes, don't worry. He's not gonna lop your head off this time." With confidence knowing his schedule, she sends another photo of a similar report to fox to compensate for certain details he might have missed seeing as his schedule is overflowing. "I've got you, babe."

The kriffer doesn’t even hesitate to leave his office to retrieve the offered caf. He is so dry of caffeine, he can barely think. Quiet and quick, he tries his best to go unnoticed. In his inconspicuous attempt, he doesn’t bother to knock at her office door, and just marches himself right in. Neither a hello, a good morning — Nothing.

“Where is it?” Voice deep and rich with an underlying tone of desperation. Gaze urgently sought about the confinements of her office, only to cease upon meeting her silver irises.

"Maker, you look like absolute shit. I'm in love." Duchess sighs dreamily as she motions for him to come closer. Gently picking the cup of fine hazelnut-flavor caf as to not spill or burn herself, she hands it across her desk to Fox. "It's hot, please don't burn your mouth again. I can't keep telling the medical staff that you purposely chugging hot caf is not a condition, but a personal choice — a lifestyle if you will.”

"I'm almost tempted to file a replacement request for your caf-dispenser seeing you like this. But woe, woe, woe, at what cost?" She feigns a gasp, trying not to laugh through their whispered conversation.

"Duchess, has Commander Fox arrived yet?" The intercom from her desk beeps with the Chancellor's voice; tTo which she replies, "No sir. Should I pick him up myself?"

"I don't understand the delay. It's not as if I ask too much of him." Came the Chancellor’s remark.

#♝#I did the thing #my dearest #I am obsessed with you #stressy-depressy work marriage

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the-bastard-and-the-pup · 1 year

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I posted 231 times in 2022

64 posts created (28%)

167 posts reblogged (72%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@qqueenofhades

@wander-over-the-words

@microwave-radiation

@goylempire

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I tagged 127 of my posts in 2022

Only 45% of my posts had no tags

#reckless - 63 posts

#mirrorworld - 62 posts

#mirrorworld series - 62 posts

#reckless series - 62 posts

#nerron - 54 posts

#cornelia funke - 54 posts

#incorrect quote - 35 posts

#will reckless - 33 posts

#jacob reckless - 23 posts

#fox - 11 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#will: he mostly figured out the identity thing. good for him. now get a healthy relationship with your bro and sort out your ex girlfriends.

My Top Posts in 2022:

Hentzau: I value all Goyl under my command equally.

Earlier that day...

Hentzau: I don't care for Nerron.

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Calling the Cornelia Funke fans to arms

Many of you have probably seen the absolutely inappropriate new covers for the upcoming edition of the beloved Inkworld trilogy (if you haven't, you can check them out here, but don't sue me if your eyes burn):

Cornelia has confirmed today in a livestream at @buchhandlung_tintenherz on Instagram that these are the OFFICIAL covers and she DOES NOT LIKE THEM AT ALL. She is reluctant to fight the publisher on her own, who claims that "loads of bookstores" said they "loved" their design for "a fresh new start for the series". (I don't even need to say that the bookstore hosting the stream passionately hated the cover.)

So the author can't sway the publisher, but you know who might? You, the people they count on to buy the book. There are various ways you can tell them that you won't buy the books the way they look at the moment and I encourage you to use as many of them as you can (but please do remain respectful of the publisher and their vision. Threats that go beyond boycotting the books and insults would harm our case!!!!):

Make Instagram posts and stories and tag @verlagsgruppe_oetinger in them.

Write emails to: [email protected]

Sign this petition:

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Nerron: Do you take constructive criticism?

Hentzau: I only take cash or credit card.

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What music genre do Goyl enjoy the most?

Rock.

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My #1 post of 2022

Jacob in the end of Reckless 1: I have one year left. Ha, that's a long time to find something! Easy-peasy!

Jacob, 10.5 months later in the beginning of Reckless 2: Fuck.

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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gaeasun · 1 year

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I posted 8,404 times in 2022

That's 1,531 more posts than 2021!

726 posts created (9%)

7,678 posts reblogged (91%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@mwolf0epsilon

@its-captain-sir

@willowworkswithwords

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@razena88

I tagged 2,839 of my posts in 2022

#twitch my beloved - 218 posts

#gaeasun answers - 114 posts

#g gives a thought - 60 posts

#kenobi spoilers - 59 posts

#incorrect quotes - 53 posts

#clone trooper dogma - 43 posts

#lol - 35 posts

#yes - 30 posts

#oc: croissant - 30 posts

#augh - 28 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#i dnt always do tho because its difficult on mobile to ask multiple things and i do not always have the energy to remember whatimgoingtoask

My Top Posts in 2022:

Rex: Dumbest scar stories, go!

Fives: I burned my tongue once drinking tea.

Tup: I dropped a hair dryer on my leg once and burned it.

Echo: I have a piece of graphite in my leg for accidentally stabbing myself with a pencil in the first grade.

Twitch: I was taking a cup of noodles out of the microwave and spilled it on my hand and I got a really bad burn.

Dogma:

Dogma: I have emotional scars.

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Oh hey heres a random terrible thought

You remember in the brain invaders episode? Where the clones were hunted down by anyone with a worm and forcibly infected?

Some version of that must have happened at 66.

I mean, come on. Not every clone is going to have their comm on, and listening. Somewhere across the galaxy, someone must have been asleep. Someone must have had their comm muted.

All officers were just called to the bridge. And this one clone, he needs to use the refresher. It will just be one minute, so he mutes his comm and breaks off. But when he gets back, everyone is looking at him strange. We have orders, the Commander says. Let me play them for you.

Just after a battle, most clones were sleeping. In the middle of the night their.comms chirp. Priority alert. Some listen, some take a moment to wake up. And watch as their brothers stiffen. Watch as they come closer, comms outstretched. We have our orders, they say. Listen to them. Some figure it out quickly and have a few seconds warning. They run to the door. But their enemy is now their own flesh and blood, and they are everywhere. Those who run are caught, forcibly pinned down as someone sets a comm to their ear.

Incredibly rare are those who physically cannot hear the order. Those who had commanders, medics who cared and who wouldnt give them up. Vode for whom the entire group learned signing. But they dont understand why everyone is acting so stiff. Execute Order 66, someone signs. But it has no meaning. The blaster suddenly pointed at their face does. Traitors will be executed, they read off their commanders lips. Traitor? What-

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Fixit au where the Wrong Jedi arc went differently because at the beginning of the war Rex, Cody, and Wolffe made a groupchat called "Protect the Padawan"

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HC that Fox was the clone who helped Padme after she fell from the ship and because he helped a Senator that's why he was put in charge of Corusant and now he wishes he never even heard of Padme

317 notes - Posted May 4, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Another thing that kills me in the Tales of the Jedi trailer is how young Anakin looks before time is passed.

Hes what, 21? Hes 21 and hes barely not a teen anymore and hes given a 14 year old kid. In the middle of a war. Being told, hey she's your responsibilty now. Dont get her killed.

And so he pushes her, desperately. Giving her a little more than she can handle every time, but hopefully not enough to get her killed. He trains her relentlessly, again and again, having their own men (who shouldnt be either of theirs) shoot her over and over until she can hold her ground. Dueling with her until shes adept enough to battle a Sith Lord and win before shes old enough to legally be in the army.

Because she is his responsibility. And he loves easily and ferociously and dangerously.

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26th June >> Mass Readings (Except USA)

Thirteenth Sunday in Ordinary Time, Cycle C

(Liturgical Colour: Green)

First Reading

1 Kings 19:16,19-21

Elisha leaves the plough to follow Elijah.

The Lord said to Elijah, ‘Go, you are to anoint Elisha son of Shaphat, of Abel Meholah, as prophet to succeed you.’

Leaving there, Elijah came on Elisha son of Shaphat as he was ploughing behind twelve yoke of oxen, he himself being with the twelfth. Elijah passed near to him and threw his cloak over him. Elisha left his oxen and ran after Elijah. ‘Let me kiss my father and mother, then I will follow you’ he said. Elijah answered, ‘Go, go back; for have I done anything to you?’ Elisha turned away, took the pair of oxen and slaughtered them. He used the plough for cooking the oxen, then gave to his men, who ate. He then rose, and followed Elijah and became his servant.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm

Psalm 15(16):1-2,5,7-11