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A mix of traditional acrylic and digital of Fox's helmet :)

Below is the original painting.

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Posterity

people who do their work as soon as they get it

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Day 4: Tooka

Everyone say hello to the newest Tooka OC, Stowaway! Scorch found her hiding in a LAAT and decided to keep her. She’s got a nasty attitude and only likes Fixer - who is the only Delta that doesn’t like her (he’s allergic and she knows it. She wants him to suffer).

@loth-cat-nation Not Rat, but I thought you might be interested in this girl!

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my first effort for flash fiction friday! i made myself sad 😔

not in question (but out of it)

word count: 912 words

theme: two truths, one lie

summary: commander fox is fine, actually.

"I'm fine!"

When Stone didn't move from his position in front of Fox's desk, Fox raised his eyebrows.

"Was there something else?" he asked, in the kind of tone that implied there had better not be.

Stone was one of the troopers that didn't need the shield of a helmet in order to disguise his expression—for that reason, he took a lot of the diplomatic escort missions—but at Fox's question, a brief flash of disquiet twisted his lips. He shifted his weight.

"You refused to see the medics," Stone said.

Fox lifted one shoulder. "I didn't need to see the medics."

"There's still blood in your hair."

Fierfiek. Fox curled his hands around his datapad to quell the instinct to check on his hair. He'd gone to the refresher after returning from patrol. He'd thought he'd gotten all the blood out.

Double down.

"No there isn't."

Stone went blank faced. As good as a you're full of banthashit from any other trooper.

"I see. Sir. My mistake, sir."

Fox decided to be magnanimous in victory. He inclined his head. "Easily done."

They looked at each other for a long moment. Stone had his helmet held beneath his arm, and his armour bore smudges and dust from a long prison shift, while his face showed the bruises of exhaustion that they'd all started to wear. He should've been in his bunk, but instead he'd come to check on Fox.

Fox lowered his gaze to the datapad and suppressed a wince at his reflection. Talk about someone who needed to be in their bunk.

He sighed. Stone deserved more than a brush-off.

Fox wet his lips and met Stone's gaze.

"I'm fine," he said again, more softly. It was the truth.

Another heartbeat. Then Stone nodded, saluted Kamino-sharp, and left Fox to it.

"I'm fine."

"All due respect, sir, but that's the kriffing concussion talking."

Fox tried to poke the closest Thire in the biceps. All due respect seemed like half a spoonful and that spoon had a hole in it. Why wouldn't a Thire stay still for swatting? Mutiny!

"I just don't want you to break your fingers on my armour, you clown."

"'m not a clown… You're a— Gristle?"

Where had Medic Gristle come from? And why did they have a hypo in their hand?

"Yes, sir. Very good identification of the hypo, sir. If you could just keep still so I don't stab you anywhere important, sir?"

"Just stab him. He's used to it."

Thire sounded grumpy. Fox didn't like when Thire sounded grumpy. It made Fox want to give him pastries.

Mmm, pastries.

Before the thing with the explosion, Fox had been on his way to meet with Senator Organa, and sometimes Organa had leftovers from breakfast and, once, there had been the teeniest pastries with little spots of jam that—

"Ow!"

Fox's neck hurt. He tried to rub it but one of the Thire's caught his fingers.

"It hurts because you didn't hold still for the hypo. Because you're a clown."

Thire's hands were warm. Fox tried to squirm his other, colder, hand inside the trap of Thire's, so it wouldn't be jealous.

"What are you— Kriff's sake. Jealous hands… Here, let me. There you go." The Thire glanced at Gristle. "He need anything else?"

"A few hours of observation. Nothing to worry about. Like you said, sir, he's used to it."

Now Gristle sounded grumpy. Fox was going to need to acquire so many pastries. He could smuggle them down the front of his armour, probably.

"Everything all right, Fox? You've gone kriffin' quiet."

Fox nodded. He tried to smile in the Thires' general direction. "Fine! I'm fine."

It was the truth! But Thire just grunted.

"I'm— I'm fine."

If Thorn had been there, he would've bumped his shoulder against Fox's and given him the look that said I know you're lying but that's okay. Then Thorn would've found a reason to redirect their next patrol route through the Senate Gardens—to check on camera locations, or safety hazards, or the new barista at the food cart—and made sure that his and Fox's armour kept crowding together all the while. Grounding Fox on Coruscant, when Fox wanted to be out there, yet couldn't leave.

"No, I am. I promise I am."

If Thorn had been there, he would've let Fox rest his head on Thorn's shoulder and rubbed his fingers through Fox's grimy hair. He would've been sarcastic about Fox's 'fresher avoidance, and said something about have we run out of shampoo again, but then he would've checked Fox's schedule and buffered the morning shifts to add extended slots for Maintenance and Upkeep.

"No one has ever been as fine as me. Isn't that what you always say?"

If Thorn had been there, he would've taken away Fox's datapad and ordered him into the nearest bunk—boots off first, sir, what kind of tube raised you?—in his typical, implacable way. He would've sat at the end of Fox's bunk and read aloud from whatever article had captured his interest; lately, Thorn had been learning about Chandrilan opera. Sometimes he sang.

How many clones had their voice?

Yet Fox would never hear Thorn's terrible singing again.

Fox curled up more tightly on his bunk, the sheets crumpling beneath his dirty boots. He pressed his hands to his greasy hair. His armour enclosed him like a shell no one would ever breach.

But he was fine.

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Forcing fatherhood onto him.

I need him to face the same hardships as me one way or another.

Yes, the kitten is based on the actual kitten I'm raising.

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The reason why Fox takes certain shortcuts during his patrols around the senate building (or anywhere he knows she'll be tbh)

Had this audio on my "to animate" list and I had to do this with them IFNDISBSJW

Edit: Forgot to add the Coruscant Guard symbol on his pauldrons, fixed that real quick 😭

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I’ve played Expedition 33 this 🤏 much, but I rl love the flowers concept now (everyone who’s wearing them are going to kinda… have ‘I don’t feel good. I don’t want to go’ experience)

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this is so shit bro

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Fox.

A WIP. An Emotion, that does not pass but will be ignored for the next day. Because you can't have sad days. Society says so.

The emblem on his shoulder? Yes, it's a fox.

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A crossover of Spy x Family and Batman I made by photoshopping different panels together. I hope you enjoy

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I love him he's so fucked up and petty and mean

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Drew a lil cover for this fic I'm making but idk which one is better soooooooo poll! Ignore the blatant Hamilton ref please.

Please reblog if you vote cuz I want that REACH for this one lol

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I was thinking a lot what duo I want to do with that. Cross n Hunter or Fox n Rex. Well... It's not my fault. It happened by itself, I promise!!!

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Breha: Leia, sweetie, you don't need to force yourself to learn this, I can see that you hate it

Leia: But won't I have to know how to do it, if I'm going to be a Queen?

Breha: Not necessarily, if you marry someone who likes accounting. Then you can make your Viceroy do it

Leia:

Leia: *turns around*

Fox with three years of doing Palpatine's spreadsheets under his belt: Are you telling me that you married me because of my Excel skills?

Breha: It is one of your many positive qualities, my love

Fox:

Fox: Well, could be worse

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The most relaxing day

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Idk where this came from tbh just felt like sharing my Foxiyo angst with the world 🫡

(I may have sketched this whole thing out before realizing that *that part* with Vader and Fox takes place on a ship, not on the ground… forgive me)

((Also please ignore any weird crops. I blame Tumblr’s image compression habits))

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