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star wars fandoms are hilarious cuz there's literally hundreds of characters with backstories and lore or at least more than 5min of screen time

but no, a bunch of us have collectively decided that this one clone – who has like 5min of screen time total and in that time imprisons one of the fandom favs and shoots another; who we know literally nothing about; whose face we never even get to see – is our precious lil guy <3

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Plo Koon

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Alteralternatively: i NEED to sit by the SEA

i NEED to sit by the SEA and FORGET that i’m ALIVE

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NEVER FORGET WHAT THEY STOLE FROM US

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“Hng.”

“I know.”

“Hmh?”

“Yes, we do have to get up at some point.”

“Hmphr.”

“Compelling argument as always, Great Negotiator.”

“Hmh..?”

Cody slowly trailed his fingers between Obi-Wan’s shoulder blades. “Okay, five more minutes.”

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I’d like to add evidence from when he was in his 20s. Screen caps from the show Adventurer, where we are blessed with ultra fluffy, long haired Tem.

VERY offended to discover how hot Temuera Morrison was around 30yo. Can't stop screencapping every micro-expression so I can yell "oh shit that's Fives!" or the like.

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“What are you looking at?”

“You—”

“How is it that your flirting with the enemy is so much more nuanced.”

“— and your truly impressive struggle with the flimsicoder’s charger.”

“Be my guest if you think you can do better, Obi-Wan.”

“And rob myself of the entertainment? I’d never.”

for @thetorontokid and @jedishadowolf

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🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈 Happy Pride! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

I adore Obi-Wan and I know generally in cannon he’s considered to be bisexual and/or asexual depending on how you read into the character and interpret that.

As a new bisexual myself, this is my first pride month where I have not only finally figured out and identified and labelled the years of thoughts and mislabelling and questioning. But I’m starting to get comfortable in that identity and it’s a really good feeling. And having a character that I love this much also maybe share these traits, whether canonically or in head-canons, is just really comforting. Especially when the thought of being out to the people I know in real life is utterly terrifying.

And this brainworm came into my head as a result and would not let me go until I drew it and I fervently drew it in a matter of hours.

It’s definitely not the best piece ever but I’m slowly getting better and that’s the main thing. I’m trying new techniques and figuring out what feels like my style.

Which long story short. Enjoy! And I hope everyone has a happy and safe Pride!

~Sunset 🩷💜💙

Also peep the wedding ring. It 100% has a matching friend on a certain Commander’s hand.

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‘do u have kinks’ yeah like five in my neck

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there’s a high trade in exotic animals on coruscant (there’s a high trade in everything on coruscant). sometimes the coruscant guard come across such trades in the course of their duties. they’re familiar with various animal rehoming initiatives run by well-meaning but underfunded charities on the city planet, as well as initiatives run by senator spouses with too much time and not enough sense on their various appendages. there’s a process for such finds.

(sometimes they find the same animals again, after rehoming, in much worse shape. but what are they supposed to do?)

when they find the group of charhounds, however, hound takes control over the handful of fiery pups. need a specialist, he says. but you’re not a specialist, thorn says.

they appeal to fox.

fox is already holding one of the pups in his chaliced hands. it burps a ball of flame at him. a smudge scores across his visor.

fox: i’m naming this one cody.

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Can i request a fox x reader where he's super soft towards them, not like in a ooc way but where he's just nicer and more relaxed with them than anyone else. And maybe the corrie guard overhears him being soft and they burst into the room like "who are you and what have you done with fox?" lmao

Loveyourwritingmydarlingokeybyeeee <3

“Soft Spot”

Commander Fox x Reader

The Commander of the Coruscant Guard was many things: stern, intense, inflexible, direct, and famously immune to nonsense.

Except, apparently, when it came to you.

No one really noticed it at first. Fox wasn’t exactly the hand-holding type. His version of affection was a nod of acknowledgment or the way he’d always check to see if you made it back to your quarters safely after Senate briefings. But lately, the cracks in the durasteel facade were getting harder to ignore.

Like now.

You were perched on the edge of his desk in the command center, arms crossed lazily while he keyed in reports with one hand and let the other rest lightly—casually—on your thigh.

His voice, low and gravelly, was uncharacteristically gentle.

“You didn’t sleep much last night,” he murmured, not looking at you but very much not hiding his concern. “You’ve got that look in your eye again.”

“I’m fine,” you replied, giving a little smirk. “That’s just how my face looks when a certain commander forgets to bring caf.”

Fox exhaled a quiet laugh. A laugh. “That’s mutiny talk. You want to end up in a holding cell?”

“With you? Might be worth it.”

He stopped typing. Finally looked up. “Careful. I might take you up on that.”

You were just about to tease him back when the door burst open so violently that one of the wall panels actually rattled.

Thorn, Hound, Stone, and Thire stood there like they’d just walked in on a crime scene.

Stone was the first to speak, horrified: “WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH FOX?!”

Fox blinked. “Excuse me?”

Hound squinted suspiciously. “No, no, something’s not right. He laughed. I heard it. He laughed. He touched someone willingly. I’m calling medbay—Fox, are you concussed?”

Thorn pointed an accusing finger. “That was flirtation! You flirted, Fox! In Basic! With smiling! You’re a danger to the chain of command!”

Thire just slowly turned to you, deadpan. “How long has this been going on?”

You lifted your hands, grinning. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Fox stood, dead calm. “Get out.”

“No,” Hound said flatly, arms crossed. “Not until you admit you’re in love and also apologize for emotionally terrorizing us with your… softness. I mean, stars, Fox. You said she looked tired like you care. That’s romantic horror.”

Thorn leaned against the doorframe like this was the most entertaining thing he’d seen all cycle. “Is this why you actually smiled yesterday when she waved at you across the hall? I thought you were having a stroke.”

“I’m calling a medic anyway,” Stone added. “Just in case.”

You bit your lip to stifle a laugh. Fox just pinched the bridge of his nose.

“I am going to file so many disciplinary reports,” he muttered.

“And we’ll burn them all,” Thire chirped.

Hound grinned. “C’mon, just admit it, vod. You like her.”

“I never denied it,” Fox replied, surprisingly quiet. His eyes met yours. “I just didn’t think it was any of your business.”

The room went dead silent.

Then Thorn wheezed. “He said it. He said it out loud. Commander Fox has feelings.”

You leaned into Fox’s side, bumping your shoulder into his. “You might want to start locking your door if you’re gonna keep being sweet on me like this.”

“I will now,” he muttered, glaring at the four guards still standing there. “Get. Out.”

Stone waved as he backed out, still looking like he’d witnessed a live explosion.

Thire saluted dramatically. “We’ll leave you to your romantic crimes, sir.”

“I’m telling Jet,” Thorn added gleefully.

Fox groaned and sank back into his chair, rubbing a hand over his face.

You leaned down to kiss his temple. “You okay, Commander?”

He grabbed your hand and pressed it to his chest like it grounded him. “Only because you’re still here.”

From the hallway: “SICKENING!”

Fox raised his blaster. “I will shoot them.”

You just smiled and kissed him again.

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"Did I ever meet you?"

Leia lifts her head from the console to look at Fox. He isn't really looking at her, but Leia gets the feeling that it isn't because he does not want to.

"Meet me when?" She asks

"Before", Fox says. "I know you said that you had never met me, but...did I ever meet you, even if you can't remember it?"

Leia shakes her head.

"Mother and Father both told me no", she says. "I was taken straight to Alderaan after I was born. You didn't- quite make it."

"I see."

He falls silent again, but Leia can feel that he isn't done yet.

"...do you think-" Leia lets him compose his words in peace, "- that there's an universe out there, somewhere in time, where I was there?"

Leia had thought about it, before. Many times, even before all of this had happened. She had imagined it, how it would be, if he had been there too. She had imagined how it would be, if underneath the happiness she knew she had brought them, there hadn't been the feeling of something still missing. She had imagined how it would be, if he had been there too, tucking her into bed, singing to her in the language she only knows a few words of in passing. She had imagined how his hugs would've felt like, something different from the way Mother and Father hugged her, something in between.

She had imagined all of that, everything she didn't have, before she had lost everything else as well.

Now-

Now she couldn't help but think that at least, she had one person less to grieve.

"Maybe", she says. "There are endless possibilities, after all."

Fox nods.

"Perhaps, then, there is", he says. "...I hope so, at least."

He says it carefully, like it is too far for him to imagine it, and Leia-

-Leia couldn't help but imagine it once again, too, a place in time, somewhere far, far away from her, where every time she would reach her hand, there would be another pair to catch her.

Maybe, there would even be a place in time, where it wouldn't all end, like it had for her.

Leia's eyes burn.

"I hope so, too."

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This immediately made me think of @artemisdesari-blog’s Captain Rex from their fic Careless to Let It Fall. Pre-beskar’gam of course, but that is immediately where my brain went.

au to make myself practice drawing armor

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Adding on for the migraine people that don’t get triggered by barometric pressure and get a migraine that is triggered by something in the environment but you just have to sit there puzzling miserably until you figure it out if you ever do.

Looking at you fluorescent lights and generic government building paint. An unholy combination that is almost guaranteed to trigger one for me eventually.

the cinematic migraine experience of spending the entire day like “why do i feel so bad so Suddenly what the fuck Triggered This what did i DO” and then hearing an ominous clap of thunder. and being like. ah. barometric pressure

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he is... all i think about... ever....