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For anyone curious about the she-devil kitten in question.

Behold my child.

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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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Yes it was! I used it as a base and then drew on top of it :>

On that note, I just realized that I completely forgot to include the og pic in the post like I planned to 🫠

So I guess this can work as that post! Thank you so much for this! ^^

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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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Clones!

I've had a few folks at conventions say I ought to do some clone trooper art, and when I had this idea for The Vitruvian Clone I knew I had to draw it. Drawn in alcohol markers, fineliners and coloured pencil, with a little stock image assistance for the background.

(Prints of this one are available in my shop! Check my blog page or pinned post for a link, or look up SpaceCap Art on Storenvy)

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@aailbhe how the hell did you know the kitten was a girl.

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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YES TO BOTH THAT AND FEMALE GRIZZER! FEMALE GRIZZER TRUTHERS UNITE!

I like to believe the kitten has her carry it around HQ in her mouth.

The sight has caused multiple shinies to have a heart attack.

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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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Was missing doodling my lil guy, so here he is. Fox is here too, I guess.

tag list: @loverboy-havocboy @brokenphoenix99 @lonewolflupe @earlgreyci @king-of-docks

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Fox, Wolffe, Cody and Rex.

Cody's like that because he's got that Wi-Fi antenna on his armor. Not gif trio under the cut

@eobe @lonewolflupe @eclec-tech @saeirin @clonethirstingisreal @ghostymarni @covert1ntrovert @crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf

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UY PHILIPPINES 🇵🇭👊🇵🇭👊🇵🇭✨

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Happy Independence Day, Philippines! Enjoy Rex riding an ATRT with a flag!

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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 REPUBLIC NEEDS U!! >B]

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Fox keeps getting medals and honors because he pulls Tom Cruise level stunts while catching bad guys.

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For motivation.

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Edit: The white slivers of the bg peeking below him were bothering me so I fixed it lmao

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AMEEEEEEENNNNNNNN

Propaganda I will never fall for:

1. Anakin didn’t care for the clones and was callous with their lives;

2. The clones not just from the 501st but other battalions also hated him for it,

3. He was an incompetent selfish General.

Meanwhile Anakin and the Clones:

“Oh, these men. He loved them. “It means we’re going in hot and wild, no plan but this: blast those kriffing Sep ships out of my sky.” Fireball grinned with ear-to-ear ferocity. “It’ll be our pleasure, General.” The rest of Gold Squadron was listening, their focused attention and absolute belief in him as warm and as reassuring as his mother’s hand on his back.

Under his careless confidence, she sensed a hint of that unhealed grief. The loss of greenies Vere and Ince during the Jan-Fathal mission … the loss of other Torrent Company clones since then … his pain was like a kiplin-burr, burrowed deep in his flesh. Anakin had a bad habit of nursing those wounds, and no matter what she said, tactfully, no matter what Master Kenobi said without any tact at all, nothing made a difference. He hurt for them, and always would.

He was so proud of them—and at the same time so afraid. The brutal reality of combat meant the odds were they wouldn’t all come home. They knew it, too, but no one would read that in their faces—faces that were at first glance, to the uncaring observer, identical. But he knew them as individuals, and he loved them for themselves. He could list each man’s scars, recite each man’s quirks, describe each man’s idiosyncratic hair. Close-helmeted, in full body armor, he knew every one of them by his walk. Blindfold me and I’ll tell you who laughed.

I’m so lucky to have them. Please, don’t let me let them down.

Wingnut’s fighter was struggling, pitching; its starboard stabilizer shot, his R4 unit a smoking ruin—and the droids were gaining—gaining— No. No. Not Wingnut. He only joined us a month ago. Grimly determined, he plunged his own fighter into the vultures’ path

“And Ahsoka …” He felt his heart thud. “Tell Rex—tell all of them—that anything less than a full recovery is unacceptable. Tell Rex I—” He had to stop. Obi-Wan was in earshot, and they were not supposed to care so much. But Ahsoka cared too much, too. She didn’t need to hear the words. “I will. Don’t worry.”

“I’m not,” he said tightly. “I’m afraid Anakin is—” With an effort he stopped himself. Whatever irritation he might be feeling with his high-handed former Padawan, it wasn’t appropriate to vent it at the admiral. Yularen was looking at him closely, an odd and unexpected sympathy in his deep-set eyes. “He’s upset about his lost pilots,” the admiral observed. Only a fool forgot he was a smart, perceptive man.

“I think—” Anakin kicked his heel against the polished marble floor. “I think I hate it when I can’t stop my men from getting hurt. From dying. I think—” “What?” he prompted, when Anakin didn’t continue. “Never mind. It doesn’t matter.” “It matters, Anakin,” he said gently. “What you think matters.” Anakin flicked him a look. “You’ll just lecture me about attachment. Again.” Careful, careful. He’s not your Padawan anymore. “It’s true,” he said, after a moment, “that I sometimes wish you were more … moderate … in your feelings. But it’s also true that your men follow you with such enthusiasm and loyalty because they know how deeply you care.”

When they didn’t think she was listening, they referred to Rex and Coric and the others as units. Units. They weren’t units, they were men, living breathing laughing hurting brave and reckless men, who would lay down their lives for her and for one another without ever once stopping to think first and she loved them for that. So did Anakin. And Master Kenobi, well, he respected them. But the Kaminoans? No love. Not even respect. Just pride.

“I’ve seen Rex and Sergeant Coric. They’re not awake yet, but they look okay.” The Padawan winced. “Sort of. And I got to visit with some of the other troops, too. Nala Shan says everyone who’s going to die has died, so—that’s good news.” Heedless of his audience, Anakin covered his face with his left hand—his organic hand—just for a moment. Then he let it drop. His eyes were bright. “That’s great news, Ahsoka.”

- Clone Wars Gambit: Stealth by Karen Miller

The clone pilots were fully engaged, looping through a dogfight so tight that their ion trails looked like a glowing ball of string. “Oddball’s in trouble. I’m going to help him out.” “Don’t. He’s doing his job. We need to do ours.” “Master, they’re getting eaten alive over—” “Every one of them would gladly trade his life for Palpatine’s. Will you trade Palpatine’s life for theirs?” “No—no, of course not, but—” “Anakin, I understand: you want to save everyone. You always do. But you can’t.” Anakin’s voice went tight. “Don’t remind me.” “Head for the command ship.” Without waiting for a reply, Obi-Wan targeted the command cruiser

- Revenge of the Sith by Matthew Stover

Not only did Anakin care deeply for them, it was common knowledge that he did. Obi Wan knew it, Yularen knew it, Ahsoka knew it, the Clones knew it most of all.

It’s almost like wanting to help and save as many people as he could and loving so ardently it literally hurt him is a crucial aspect of his character

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still a wip

It's going very slowly lmao.

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I'll start working on the cloobie pins once I finish this.

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Happy Pride month! Take care of yourselves and stay safe

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CW College AU - Fox

As I've said, I'm here to deliver more College AU with my boy!

Fox being a criminology major because that's the first course that came to mind and because it could also eventually tie into @jejejijiju's Detective Fox AU, which I also really love!

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What courses do you think the others would take? I'm open to ideas :]

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Helloo! Been in a bit of an angsty mood lately so would it be possible to request a fox x gn!reader fic where reader pines for him one-sidedly for a while but as time goes on, he starts to gradually return their feelings?

Absolutely love your work and heavily looking forward to reading all that you put out! ❤

“Not Just Protocol”

Commander Fox x GN!Reader

You didn’t mean to fall for him. Honestly.

Working with the Coruscant Guard had been meant to be a stepping stone—a temporary bureaucratic post until the Senate sorted your reassignment. But then he walked in. Stern, no-nonsense, all red armor and unreadable expression: Commander Fox.

And now, six months later, you were still here. Still watching the way his shoulders tensed every time the Chancellor summoned him. Still catching glimpses of the rare, tired half-smile he gave when his brothers said something vaguely amusing. Still pretending not to feel your heart jump every time he addressed you by name instead of rank.

You thought maybe, maybe he liked you, once.

That one time he waited outside your office at the end of your shift. You were late leaving, and when you finally came out, he was just standing there in the hall, arms crossed.

“Wasn’t sure you’d made it out. There was a report of blaster fire near the plaza.”

You blinked at him. “…You were waiting for me?”

He shrugged. “Protocol. You work near Senate Row. High-value personnel need escorting when threats occur.”

You nodded. Tried not to hope. Told yourself it was just protocol.

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Over time, you learned how to read him—quiet signs, tiny changes in posture, the occasional glance when he thought you weren’t looking. You started bringing caf to the barracks early on rotation days, always one extra for him. He never said thank you. But he always took it.

It wasn’t much. But it was enough to keep you going.

Until it wasn’t.

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Weeks passed. The war worsened. Fox became even more distant. He rarely stopped to speak with you anymore, always on his way to briefings, or interrogations, or whatever fresh disaster had landed in his lap.

You started to wonder if you imagined everything.

Maybe he never looked at you differently. Maybe the caf was just caf. Maybe he was just being kind. You were a civilian, after all. One of thousands. Why would he—

“Hey.” A familiar voice cut through your spiral.

Thorn. One of the lieutenants. Cheeky, too observant for his own good.

“You okay?”

“Fine.” You smiled thinly. “Just thinking.”

“You do that a lot when Fox is in the room.”

You blinked. “What?”

Thorn grinned. “You’re not subtle, mesh’la.”

Your face flushed. “I—what—?”

“Relax.” His voice softened. “You’re not the only one.”

That made you stop. “What?”

“Fox.” Thorn looked at you meaningfully. “He’s not as unreadable as he thinks.”

You stared. “That’s… not possible.”

Thorn just patted your shoulder. “If you’re gonna give up on him, fine. But don’t do it thinking he doesn’t care.”

But that was exactly why you were giving up.

He hadn’t spoken to you directly in days. When you tried to catch his eye during the last strategy meeting, he looked through you. And when you left a spare caf at his station that morning, it went untouched.

That was it, you thought. Maybe you’d clung to nothing too long. Maybe it was time to let go.

You didn’t bring caf the next day. Or the one after.

You started closing your office door more often. Leaving the Guard reports in sealed data packets instead of delivering them in person. Not petty, not dramatic—just… distancing. Quietly. Softly. The way you’d come into his life.

You weren’t sure he even noticed.

Until he did.

You were walking home alone one night—late again, too tired to call for a speeder. The Coruscant rain had started to fall in slow, heavy drops, and your boots splashed against the edge of the lower-level walkways.

“Hey.”

You startled. Turned around.

Fox.

No helmet. No armor, just his blacks and a soaked red cloak pulled over his shoulders.

He looked as tired as you felt.

“You weren’t at the checkpoint,” he said.

“I wasn’t scheduled to be,” you replied carefully.

“You usually come by anyway.” His voice was quiet.

You blinked. “You noticed that?”

He looked at you. Really looked.

“I notice everything you do,” he said.

The rain filled the silence between you. You swallowed.

“I thought you didn’t.”

“I know.” His jaw tightened. “That’s on me.”

You didn’t say anything.

He stepped closer. Just enough to reach for the edge of your sleeve.

“I don’t say things the way other people do,” he said. “Not because I don’t want to. I just… I’m not used to it.”

Your breath caught.

“You’ve been kind to me when you didn’t have to be,” he went on. “You show up. You listen. And I didn’t know how to deal with that.”

“I thought I was just annoying you,” you whispered.

“You were the opposite,” he said. “You scared me.”

That surprised a laugh out of you. Soft, incredulous. “Me?”

“I’m good at following orders. Running security. Dealing with threats. But when it comes to—” He hesitated. “You. I don’t know what to do. I thought if I kept my distance, it would fade. But it didn’t.”

Your pulse was pounding. You opened your mouth, unsure what to say.

He beat you to it.

“You stopped bringing caf.”

That made you blink. “That’s what tipped you off?”

He gave a small, crooked smile. “That’s when I realized I missed you.”

The world felt very still for a moment.

Then, softly, hesitantly, you said, “Fox.”

“Yeah?”

“I wasn’t going to wait forever.”

“I know.”

“I’d started to move on.”

“I know.” His voice wavered. “But I’m asking—if there’s still a chance—I want to try.”

You looked at him.

All rain-soaked and uncertain. Guard down for once. Just a man trying to be brave in a different kind of battlefield.

You took his hand.

“I don’t want caf anymore,” you said, barely louder than the rain.

He frowned. “Oh.”

“I want you.”

His eyes softened. “You’ve had me this whole time.”