#fox needs a nap

[tiredbi-peach]

In my oc x canon era

My mandalorian oc and commander Fox ❤️❤️

Credits to phantasm_echo on Instagram and amikoroyaiart

[moreespressoformydepresso]

As much as I love the idea of Fox being forced to shoot Fives because Palpatine threatened the Coruscant Guard, I feel there’s a lot of unexplored potential in him being under the chip’s control. For one, imagine being shunned by everyone you know and love for something you don’t remember ever doing. It’s gotta add another layer of guilt and pain to not remember the reason as to why you’ve lost everyone in your life, because you know something happened. You may even know what happened, but you don’t remember the actual moment. There’s just… nothing. You go through all that emotional angst and there’s nothing you can do about it, you can’t even explain why you did it, because you don’t remember. Also, I imagine Fox would feel pretty detached from the situation. He doesn’t remember, and in the video his helmet is on, so it would probably be pretty hard for him to truly feel remorse when his actions don’t feel like his (because they aren’t, really). He’d probably come off as a coldhearted bastard, since he doesn’t show any regret for killing Fives, even though that’s because he can’t get himself to feel like he did that even when he tries.

Another thing: Fox wasn’t in control of his actions (in this version of events), but… how do you begin to explain that? Fox didn’t hear what Fives was rambling about, and Rex didn’t believe him so he probably isn’t gonna bring it up while he’s grieving. So Fox has no idea why he couldn’t control his body, he just knows that he couldn’t. How do you tell someone that without making them think that A) you’re bullshitting them to get away with your actions or B) you’re losing your grip on reality? I cannot think of any way, because most people will question what was controlling your actions then, and Fox would not have an answer. So either he tries to tell someone and is not believed, in fact people will probably think he’s a slimy liar too which effectively makes things worse, or he doesn’t even bother and people think he’s a heartless monster because he murdered a fellow clone when he didn’t have to and doesn’t even bother attempting to explain his reasoning. He’s damned if he does and damned if he doesn’t.

[st4r-t3ars]

If it can’t see me, I’m not there

[jinikaris]

🍌💛

skz talker-go! (season 5, episode 8)

[secretly-a-trekkie]

lol i think it is kinda funny how often we take our favorite overworked little guy (gender neutral ) and just go oh yeah he (gender neutral) hasn't slept in a month and his blood is now coffee and redbull but said guy (gender neutral) is just functioning mostly normally but with no filter

[theartsynebulawhodoodles]

Killer making noises similar to a cats chittering and a fox’s gekkering (rapid chattering sound)

[clonemando]

Fluffcember: Day 1- Roasted Marshmallows

Original Post here

Fandom: Star Wars- The Clone Wars Rating: T Pairing: None Tags: Palpatine dies, Vehicle fire, Thorn needs a nap

Thorn was frozen in shock, staring at the flaming vehicle in front of him and Fox while his partner searched frantically through his armor for something, although Thorn couldn't imagine what could help this situation.

Making a noise of success, Fox pulled out a little plastic bag and picked up a long metal rod off the ground stuffing something white to the end and that was when Thorn realized what was happening.

"Fox! The Chancellor is dead! Is now really the time for roasting marshmallows?" He snapped and Fox grinned offering him another rod.

"It's the best time, obviously."

[501st-rexster]

Incorrect CANON Coruscant Guard Quotes

Fox: Why do I mysteriously feel like crap and keep wasting time doing nothing?

Fox's brain: You have depression.

Fox: No, that can't be it. It has to be something I did.

[lillyosaurus]

more things ⬇️

[furry-apple-art]

Say hello the Grell. In this house we love Grell Sutcliff!

Colored version tomorrow . I had to adult today and didn't like it.

[moreespressoformydepresso]

Fox: Dear life, when I asked if my day could get any worse, it was a rhetorical question.

Fox: stares blankly at the mountain of datapads taking up every inch of his office, at the communicator ringing with 291 different people at once, then down at the emergency notification blinking up at him from his vambrace. Distantly, an explosion goes off.

Fox, sighing: Not a challenge

[st4r-t3ars]

Happy stabby stabby day

[the-winter-brothel]

Cant believe ya'll are simping for Wave while my Wave muse is asleep

[vytels]

Reposting this with grammar and spelling fixed because it was bothering me. For context, this was posted based on an incorrect quote post. The original post is linked here.

Just needed to write a little something based on this that made my brain go wirrr

TW: self-depreciation, thoughts about death/suicide, overall general horrible feelings…. Basically, Fox NOT having a good time… Also, typos, cause I’m writing this at the ass crack of night and I’m supposed to be SLEEPING

Sloshes of cocktails and condensation fell to the floor, beers clinked together in toasts and cheers, but yet, it wasn’t as busy at 79’s as it usually was. Parties of clones crowded together in respected booths, a few stragglers slipping onto the dance floor to get a feel for a pretty lady or man. The music buzzed between them and the lights clung brightly to the walls, unimpeded by bodies or howling voices.

Fox didn’t care for 79’s much anyway. Besides the rapid amount of headaches and groans that it brought him, he found himself seeing it as only a small connection to his brothers on the frontlines. It provided him a face-to-face that holocalls couldn’t achieve, although only once every few months.

“Are your boys treating you well, Rex?” Ponds’ elbow shoved into Fox’s side as the man craned his head forward.

The blond trooper turned to them and a smile appeared at the edge of his lips, his shoulders slumping toward the table as he leaned in. “They weren’t too bad this time around, I think they might be settling down.”

“Don’t jinx it, vod’ika,” Cody warned, “Your men don’t know the meaning of settling. You told me they tried to make a water slide in the docking hangar of the Resolute a month ago.”

“Eh, they’re just bored,” Wolffe said, “the 501st moves around more than anyone else does, they have more time between missions to get stuck in their heads.”

“They do deal with it interestingly then,” Rex grumbled.

Fox couldn’t help but agree, though his eyes lingered across his vod’ika’s form. There was a mirth in the man’s eyes, a fondness in his smile, and a softening in his brows. The Captain cared deeply for his men, for his own vod’ika, despite the trouble they put him through. There was always a story on his mind about Fives and Echo, or a joke that heard from Jesse, or an incident from Hardcase.

There was something there that struck Fox, something that clung deep at his chest, in a way that almost made him gasp. Somehow, it was overwhelming.

“Well,” Fox said, “Have the Terrible Torrents come up with anything more recently to deal with this boredom?”

A smile widened across Rex’s face. “They came up with a game, based on a natborn game.”

“Oh, this ought to be good.” Bly leaned in. “What is it?”

“It’s based on kiss, marry, kill,” Rex explained, “which is a game where you name three people and then choose who you’d kiss, marry, or kill from the three.”

Cody nodded, raising an eyebrow. “How’d they change that then?”

Rex snickered. “They ran out of people they knew until it was only vod that they knew… so you know, they just changed the wording. Turned it into keldabe, vod pile partner, and kill.”

“Not as easy to say,” Ponds muttered with a look of disdain, “But I can’t imagine marrying or kissing a vod.”

Bly gave him a look. “Isn’t a keldabe a kiss?”

“It can be familial and you know it,” Ponds retorted, “You literally shove your forehead against any of ours the moment you get the chance!”

“Guilty,” Bly conceded.

Wolffe hummed. “Well, are we going to play it?”

“I’m interested,” Cody added, “It sounds like fun.”

Rex smirked as his ori’vode turned to him and let them throw him through the rounds of the game, pulling on all vod they knew from across the Galaxy. Putting Neyo against Gree, pushing Thorn against Keeli and Kix, throwing Crys with Waxer and Boil, laughing as he offered up Hardcase, Wrecker, and Fives, and smirking when he mentioned Alpha-17, Colt, and Fordo.

“You know that’s not fair,” Cody said immediately. “All of us would snatch up 17 for a pile partner before the others.”

“Then who are you killing?” Rex challenged. “Colt or Fordo?”

“Colt, at least I’d have a chance at winning.” Bly took a swig of his drink.

Wolffe shook his head. “I bet I could take out Fordo, besides he hates me.”

“That’s because you bit him.”

“So did Fox!”

Fox smirked. “He deserved it. I’m going with Fordo too.”

“You two are horrible.” Cody frowned. “I’ll kill Colt.”

“Agreed,” Ponds said.

“Alright, alright… last one?” Rex asked.

“Hit us with your best shot,” Wolffe growled at him.

Rex looked over them for a moment, thoughts whirling behind his eyes before a smirk covered his face. He leaned closer as he spoke, his voice punctuating the names.

“Me, Wolffe, Fox. The vod’ike.”

“Oh, well, I’m killing Fox.” Bly leaned back immediately.

Fox’s head snapped to his ori’vod, a glare pulling at his eyes but he kept his face level as Ponds snorted next to him.

“I think I have to agree with that,” Ponds said, “But I’m vod piling with Rex.”

“Not me?” Wolffe growled immediately.

But Fox didn’t hear the rest of the argument, not as his eyes slid to the orange-colored commander next to him. Cody stroked his chin, a horrible habit he had gained from his general, and stared toward the ceiling. Gears seemed to come to life in his head as he thought before his hand dropped away and slapped against the table.

Everyone’s heads snapped to him, the argument between Wolffe and Ponds fading to the side as the oldest of their batch smirked.

“I figured it out.” Cody nodded. “Kill Fox, keldabe Wolffe, and vod pile with Rex.”

Despite the sting in his chest, the tightening at the back of his throat, Fox slipped under his mask. A smirk played across his lips and he leaned back against the booth, eyes flickering across all his brothers.

“Yeah, I’d kill me too.” Fox waved a hand, ignoring the churning in his stomach. “I’ll vod pile with you, Wolffe.”

Wolffe smirked, before immediately turning to Ponds. “See? Even Fox wants to vod pile with me!”

The argument between them grew again, but it felt like a buzzing at Fox’s ears as he reached back to grab his drink. He knocked back, trying to get rid of the pain pounding in his ribs and gut, trying to loosen the tightening of his throat.

His batchmates had pointed to kill him off, not even bothering to argue against it in any form. It flipped his stomach, even if it was just a game. A meaningless game, but yet it drove a stake through his heart.

But he understood it too, he really did.

Fox wasn’t like his batchmates. He didn’t fight on the front lines, he didn’t put his life on the line for his brothers staring down a battlefield filled with droids, and he certainly didn’t wear his heart on his sleeve like they did.

But more than that, he didn’t really deserve to be the one receiving a keldabe, or being trusted as a pile partner. He wasn’t as good of a commander as he should be, he didn’t save the lives of his men as much as his batchmates did, and he most certainly couldn’t explain the blood that he’d find on his hands when he woke up in the morning.

His batchmates were good men, and he knew he wasn’t.

It seemed like they knew it too.

The night ended shortly after that. His batchmates huddled together as they wobbled back to the GAR barracks, doing their best to make themselves look like a cohesive group of competent men. And they pulled it off well too, despite the tiredness that dragged at them and the drunken tilts of their vision.

But Fox walked another way, back to the headquarters of the Coruscant Guard, back to his tiny office with a desk overflowing with datapads and flimsiwork.

He sat at his desk, thought of the way his vode had pointed at him, and wondered if the pills stashed in the back of his drawer were worth it.

[thelocalalleyfox]

I hate this.

I hate having to stop Lily from wandering off with people that could possibly hurt her, train with people who could be stalking me and having to find myself food becuase I can't trust whatever something someone gives me will make see things or have me pass out.

I hate being a fucking stray animal.

[kitpine]

AAuugh! Sorry sorry! Sorry for calling you evil-

Please don’t eat me

What?! I'm not going to-

*Kim pinches the bridge of her nose, letting out a huff of disbelief before she continues speaking.*

Why do you think I'm going to eat you? Do you think you're more appealing than an actual, proper meal, or something? Do you know how much work would have to go into preparing you, even? Way too much! I'll stick with normal food, thanks.