#ask-the-fox-guard

[ask-the-fox-guard]

Shadows

>:D

Character: Felix "Alexander" Schmidt/Foxy

Tap... tap... tap...

The rhythmic tap of the aged wooden floorboards with his metallic finger is the only thing that keeps Foxy sane. Keeps him focused and alert while being forced to stay in his damn spot. He glares at the dark parts of his cove, a glare so firey that it would have burnt if it could.

He hopes it would. He hopes it would kill whatever-

The tapping pauses as he shakes his head, forcing thoughts into his mind for a brief moment. The smell of black coffee, the sound of a music box, the warmth of his brother's smile, the light of the bright window, the softness of white cloth blanket. Before looking back at the dark, with a more contemplative expression and demeanor.

Felix doesn't know why he's angry at the dark corners of his... cove. Or maybe he doesn't want to remember know what lies in the shadows that scares him so much.

[stealingpotatoes]

apparently today is 10-10/Fox day, so leave some xanax and a paycheck out for him <3

(commission info // tip jar!)

[ddeck]

fox in his shiny new corrie guard armor approximately 3.5 hours after getting his nose scar

[stealthetrees]

Story time!

Fox was having a shity day, and then he was having a great day.

The usual bullshit, politicians, riots, criminal activity, syndicates after his head. He hadn’t slept in 30 hours. He was out of fucks to give.

Palpatine knocked a pen off his desk and asked Fox to pick it up. Fox went blind with rage and shot him on the spot.

Corrie guards standing outside the room poke their heads in, and see what happened. They congratulate Fox and gently chide him for not giving them more advanced notice as they respectfully arrest him.

Fox is in prison for about 27 minutes while they fake his death via stabbing by inmates he had arrested previously. He gets the CT number and armor of an ARC captain and is sent back to work, as per protocol.

Fox decides that this is an excellent time to take a team and go take out the leader of the Black Sun syndicate because they’ve been a pain in the ass for a while now. So he loads up a slug thrower and goes to kill Maul.

Somehow, news of what happened got around rather quickly and many people came to the marshal commanders office demanding an explanation.

Thorn, newly promoted, was not having a good time.

“Fox has been arrested” he explained patiently “he’s dead now tho so don’t worry about it”

“What does our decommissioned batchmate have to do with this?” Cody and Wolffe demand “we’re here about Fletcher”

Thorn forgot about Fletcher.

Well, he didn’t forget. How could anyone forget Marshal Commander CC-1010 Fletcher- oh wait.

Thorn realizes he has Fucked Up. He does not offer further explanation. He just sits down in the shitty little chair behind the shitty little desk in the shitty little office full of generals and commanders staring at him suspiciously and Thorn banged his head on the desk. Maybe if he knocked himself out he wouldn’t have to deal with this.

The universe decides to mock him further. Fives and Dogma, who are supposed to be dead, stick their heads through the door and somehow miss the huge crowd of people.

“Fox just got back and he gave us Maul’s head before heading up to blackmail a senator after dealing with that riot, what do you want us to do with it?”

[ominouspuff]

👉👈 trick???

Boo

[1-800-crscnt]

been loving the idea of Fox's collection of modified blasters being very weird and him refusing to explain why they're like that. one of them shoots bubbles and blows raspberries. one of them is the size of his pinky finger and has to be placed in water overnight to grow, but it grows into a completely different type of blaster. his favorite T-21 sounds exactly like a grown man coughing when it jams, and his men say he trapped the soul of a real person inside of it. the most recent addition to his collection isn't actually a blaster, but a lighter/flashlight/laser pointer/toothbrush/soda dispenser that's shaped like a pistol. he lost one, but that's because it literally grew legs and walked away one night, never to be seen again.

[ballnutty]

Welcome to Tumblr! Your art style is so adorable ❤️

If your art requests are still open, would you be willing to draw Fives for me? (Or any other clone if you'd like, I love all our copy paste men!) 👉🏻👈🏻

I don’t have anything new for him I TRIEDD I TRIEEDDD THE APPLE PENCIL WOULDNT MOVE but thankfully I have this old thing I can share

I drew this whilst listening to Sweet Escape by Gwen Stefani that song is soooo them trust me guys they make each other friendship bracelets !!

[bittercafanddatapads]

Marshall Commander Fox is scarcely seen without his iconic helmet, even within the confines of the Coruscant guards headquarters. The freshest of shinies usually don’t see his face until a few rotations into their deployment, even then usually in private moments and passing chances. The very rare occasion Fox eats with his corries in the mess hall (the times he actually has time to), glances of Fox in the medical bay being treated after a sideways operation (only after everyone else has been cared for by his firm insistence,) the training assessments he’s able to schedule and be apart of and participate in (swift healing to the pride of cocky shinies he calls to the sparring mat.)

Rather, it’s not impossible that he’s most often unhelmed in the situations of senate view.

Talking down antsy senators is one thing, and there’s numerous reasons why Fox’s number one rule for his Corries to follow is to never remove your helmet in senate view. The ability to decorate yourself and make yourself unique is a freedom the Coruscant guard gets to indulge very little in. They can’t decorate their armor for their own safety, and still enabling them the freedom to decorate their bodies and hair Fox is thankful he’s able to allow. But Fox’s mismatched armor isn’t unique to be hypocritical towards his own rules and troopers. It’s to protect them.

When a senator finds yet another fickle complaint about the troopers in red, they can’t discern amongst a selective Trooper to pin the blame. But in the line of white and red, Fox’s red and white armor catches their eye. There’s someone they can funnel their frustrations towards. Fox’s scars, hardened eyes, and graying hairs is the only face they’ve seen helmetless, the face they think about when building their ire.

[adhd-coyote]

Hello!

If you are still open for kissing prompts, would you mind doing Fox/Thorn for impulsive kiss? 👀👀👀

Thank you <3

Always happy to do Fox/Thorn, I love these two so much <3

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Thorn could tell as soon as he stepped into the office that Fox was being an idiot again. Without a word, he sighed and went to get the first aid kit. "Sit. Now."

Fox half-hid his face in his caff mug. "I'm fine."

Thorn rolled his eyes. "You're favoring your leg."

"It's just a bit sore-"

"You're holding your caff with your left hand."

"I'm ambidextrous."

"I know. But you prefer to hold it with your right hand." Thorn pulled out the kit and pointed at the chair nearest to Fox. "Sit. Or I'm calling a medic."

Fox sighed, but grudgingly obeyed. Thorn nodded, stalked over, knelt next to him, and began removing his leg armor. "Where?"

"Knee. Nothing serious, just landed a little wrong on a jump."

"And your hand?"

"Cut on the palm. Not too deep, just hurts like a bitch."

Thorn hummed as he rolled up Fox's pant leg. "You treated it?"

"Yeah, bacta and a bandage. Doesn't need stitches."

"I'm still gonna check."

Fox huffed, clearly amused. "I know."

Thorn had enough medical knowledge to figure out that all Fox's knee needed was a wrap and some ice. It'd heal well enough on its own in a few days. Thorn relayed that, though he figured Fox already knew, and after wrapping his knee, stood and held out his hand.

"You really don't have to do this, you know," Fox murmured as he held out his injured hand, glove and bandage already removed. "I can treat myself."

"I know." Thorn took his hand and scanned his palm, checking closely for any signs of infection. Once he was satisfied, he grabbed a new bandage, added a fresh coat of bacta, and re-wrapped it. "Anything else? I'll know if you're lying to me."

"Nothing that hasn't already been seen to. By you or a medic." A smile flashed across his face, giving away the fondness he tried to hide behind his exasperation.

"Good." Thorn closed the medkit with a suppressed sigh. "You really need to stop doing this, Foxy. What if you wait too long and something doesn't heal properly?"

Fox softened, and fuck did that look in his eyes always make Thorn melt. "I'm okay, Thorn. Really."

"Yeah, this time. Your luck's bound to run out eventually."

There was that cheeky smirk. "Well, it hasn't yet."

"Yet."

"Thorn-"

There wasn't a thought behind it. One moment, he was despairing at Fox's smirk, the next, he had one hand on the arm of Fox's chair and the other cupping his cheek, steadying his face as Thorn pressed into a half-desperate kiss, the only way he could think to get his point across.

When he finally pulled away, he was panting, and couldn't meet Fox's eyes. "Understand now?"

"Yeah." Fox slipped his hand behind Thorn's neck and tugged him in for another chaste kiss, breath warm against Thorn's lips. "Yeah, I understand."

"Good."

-

Kicking my feet, these two are sooooo fun to write <3 <3

Kiss ask game

[commander-fox-enthusiasts]

Fox’s Black Series action figure has like 4 different blasters — more than any other clone figure IIRC. Why do you think that is?

I noticed that he had a lot of guns

The obvious answer is to make up for him not being able to take off his helmet (I’m not sure if there are others like him, but I know he can’t.)

However I think it could just be accounting for the variety of weapons Fox uses (though most commonly depicted with the small blasters duel wielding, he’s also got a sniper and blaster)

But ultimately- he’s just trying to be the best.

[ask-the-fox-guard]

Security Profiles Batch 1

Brief Information about our Security Team

Head of Security and Mascot - Foxy

Mike Schmidt

Vincent Heliotrope and Scott Owen

Notes:

Vincent is not a staff of Freddy's but is free for asks! In lore, he sometimes visits Freddy's to take care of the wellbeing of the children there, giving help they needed.

Felix did used to work at Freddy's before as a nightguard and has a degree

Scott and Vincent knew each other in highschool, as well as the twins' father

Mike Remembered, He Doesn't

[shinyskywalker]

agender fox but he's too busy being the commander of the coruscant guard to do something about it

[starsandmargsabls]

Semi-Togruta related: what kinda fics are you working on?

Fics I'm drafting when I have the motivation:

1 A crack fic starring Commander Fox putting the fear of due process into the hearts of all Jedi Knights and Masters while simultaneously befriending padawan commanders and adopting a certain Togruta and Mirialan.

2 A fic where I explore Ahsoka's sexual trauma along with her and Barriss's PTSD, branching off The Wrong Jedi and intersecting with the Inhibitor Chip Arc. To go alongside the heaviness of the topics, I'm also exploring found family between the clones, Ahsoka, and Barriss, and Ahsoka with Padme, Anakin, and Luke and Leia. There is also romance: Ahsoka/Riyo Chuchi and Ahsoka/Barriss.

3 A fic about a “fate worse than death” for Ahsoka if she'd been declared guilty during her trial. I've never agreed with the notion that “everything would have been fine if Ahsoka just stayed in her cell”, so I wanted to explore the ways things could've gone wrong if she did.

4 A fic where Ahsoka joins the Coruscant Guard after spending three years failing to acclimate to civilian life in the underworld. I wanted to explore how the Guard may function differently from any other clone unit and get into the war's politics and propaganda. There is also “Accidental Baby Acquisition” involved.

5 A “What if?” fic where Anakin repudiates Ahsoka after Mortis in a bid to keep her safe, but she ends up leaving the Order after the Council won't let her stay in the temple without a master, only giving her the option of the Agricorps. Our young heroine returns to Shili under the wing of its Senator/Ambassador, getting embroiled in the politics of her homeworld and the problems of the Royal Family.

6 Rewrites – There are certain arcs in The Clone Wars that I feel didn't get the depth/episode length they deserved- four episodes for some of these arcs is ridiculous honestly- or I feel like could have another character in it for relationship development.

There are other fics on my mind, but they need some more thought put into them before I feel like I'm definitely going to write them.

Thank you for the ask! Also, if anyone wants to use these ideas as prompts, be my guest!

[ghostymarni]

•goth GAR night at 79’s ? 👀

*displays hands in the air ready for a magic trick*

I’ve been wanting to draw our coruscant boys out of plastoid + to put them in leather, chains, spikes, fishnet, + eye make up for a night out, off the clock at the bar-

the goal is to have the boys in a group piece, but I keep getting distracted with fox in a tight shirt, a cigarette, + being extra broody for being dragged out of the office.

[stealthetrees]

I have a Corrie Guard OC named Vixen and she is named that because when her whole squad was adopted by Commander Fox they where all shines and didn’t have names so they went to space Wikipedia and looked up ‘Fox’ and they all fought over fox related names and Skulk still has the scar on their face where she nearly clawed their eye out. It is agreed that she won the fight by a huge margin.

[1-800-crscnt]

the coruscant medical clones tend to have more freedoms when it comes to what they do / can treat for obvious reasons, and they also get more chances to develop and help develop new cures, treatment methods, or discover certain things that are/aren’t actually cause for concern despite what they (clones) were told beforehand, but it’s almost always specifically for clones. while the planet is diverse (which helps them find more medical stuff out in the first place simply by talking to people) they have to reach out to (or more accurately, they’ll get Fox to) the GAR a lot of the time to get plants, animals, or other sorts of materials brought back that could help in creating things tailored to fit a clone’s health-related needs, like an anti-venom that’s naturally potent enough for them, or a type of injection that can reverse damage to their teeth or small bones in the wrist and ankle. this ties in to my “GAR troopers being stuff back as souvenirs for the Guard” hc too so that makes it more fun to play around with.