#fox/rex

[firewoodwander]

Hello! Maybe 🧶 : cozy and fox/rex for the prompts?

Wintertime prompts

Fox lets the needles clatter into his footlocker. Shoved into the back, beneath his polishing rags, behind his “loaned” HUD diagnostics kit. Long and lethal but entirely innocent; he just doesn’t want to have to answer any difficult questions.

The yarn is not pure and it’s not sustainable and it’s probably manufactured on Corellia and shipped however many thousand parsecs around the galaxy. It’s not all that soft, but nothing they’ve ever had is. Whatever. It was cheap. It’s all he can barter for. And it’s a deep, rich burgundy that reminds him of smoking embers and cadet uniforms and blood.

He isn’t even very good at making things. There are holes big enough to fit his fingers through from a dozen dropped stitches. The weave is a little uneven, the sleeves are on the skew, and the panels seem to get wider from shoulder to hip. The edge of the neck hole he made is rough; he doesn’t know how to make a collar.

It will do.

Rex is sitting in the underground tapcaf when Fox arrives, staring into space and ignoring the caf pot on the table. He was right—the jumper he wears now is fraying at every hem and thin and frumpy and even more holey than before. It looks well worn, worn out. Loved. Draughty. It’s even been singed.

Fox tosses the folded garment in his hand and it lands on Rex’s head, making him twitch and scowl and pull it down.

Fox admires how much he has improved since he first picked up a handcraft.

He can’t hide his smugness when Rex’s fingers run over the fresh yarn repetitively. Down each sleeve, across the back, along the hem, around the inside of the missing collar and into each cuff. Fox shoves his own hands in the pockets of a stolen civvie jacket, not bothering to pull down the mask over his mouth.

Rex’s hat is looking worse for wear. It looks like he picked it up off a street somewhere. Perhaps Christophsis. Maybe he can try to make one of those next.

“Thanks,” Rex tells him. He can’t hide his appreciation even if he doesn’t make eye contact. He’s clutching the fabric close even though Fox has no intention of taking it back. He probably doesn’t even realise he is.

Fox smiles and pours himself a mug of caf.

[clonemando]

Fluff for Fox/Fives please? Or even Fox/Fives/Rex. They deserve a happier ending to their encounter 🥲

Fox/Fives!!! Yes! With Rex too. I can do that! I love them. Fives and Fox enable each other but Rex helps keep them from going too far. A good group. Thank you for the prompt and enjoy!

Rex was frozen as he stood in the doorway, a stolen bag of Fox's favorite chocolate covered berries under one arm with a berry half way to his mouth. He was dressed in an oversized blue hoodie with his signature Jaig eyes painted in white and a pair of bright red boxers he had stolen from Fox's closet.

"What the kriff did I walk in on?" He asked and Fox growled lowly in frustration although he didn't look up from his task.

"Your ARC-" he started but Rex cut him off with a noise of complaint.

"Why is he suddenly my ARC when he pisses you off? We agreed that on Taungsday he's the Guard's idiot." He said and finally popped the berry into his mouth and finished entering the room.

Fox was sitting on the couch with Fives positioned between his legs on the floor and a hair brush to his side. Half of Fives' head was arranged in what Rex might have called a high Nabooian style if he was being kind but was honestly just a lot of rubber bands and knots. The other side was twisted into many different braids. Fives was just staring ahead looking resigned to whatever was going on.

"Fine, my idiot ARC let a bunch of cadets use him as a doll and I'm trying to undo the damage without just shaving it all off." Fox finally looked over as Rex flopped on the couch beside him and offered Fox a berry which he took distractedly and ate with a little pleased hum.

"Thorn said they were good at it! I'm going to put green dye in his shampoo." Fives whined.

"You didn't realize Thorn lies like 80% of the time after he convinced you to eat that soap bar shaped like a piece of pie?" Rex asked raising an eyebrow as he stretched out and shoved his feet into Fox's lap so his boyfriend had to lean over them to look at Fives' head.

"It honestly didn't taste that bad." Fives said holding out a hand for a berry as well and Rex rolled his eyes but gave it to him.

The peace that filled Rex as he laid there with Fox slowly unknotting Fives' hair while Fives chattered about his ongoing feud with Thorn had him melting into the worn cushions. There had been several points in the war he had almost given up. Little moments like this made him grateful he kept fighting.

[sergeantgoggles]

Prompt: Forgiveness (Direct sequel to "Lies") Ship: Fox/Rex Rated: G .

Not once in all of his years had it occurred to Rex the possibility that Fox wasn’t always in control of his own mind. Even as Fox fell to his knees and begged forgiveness for putting a blaster hole through Fives’s chest, something that Rex knew was out of character, even for the generally uptight Commander of the Coruscant Guard, it hadn’t crossed his mind. 

No, it wasn’t until months later, alone as his Commander left her lightsabers behind, that he realized that Fox had been manipulated from the start. Maybe he was still alive, and Rex could forgive him, but it was too late. Now, Rex was the traitor, and no words he said would be able to change how Fox saw him. 

[cloneshipping7567]

Romantic Confessions Part 10

Part 10/30

10. "Please. Please just listen to me."

Pairing: Fox x Rex

Rating/WC: M/2620

Warnings: Character death, angst, hurt/no comfort, unhappy ending

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Fox wants to fall to his knees. His knees shake violently, and he almost falls--someone catches him under his elbow, forcing him to keep his feet under himself.

"It was on stun," he breathes into his bucket, knowing the internal comm will carry his message even though it's barely audible.

Some part of him registers the Jedi yelling, the ray shield vanishing from around him and Rex. He hears words being said, but his brain can't comprehend them. He just can't. They don't make any sense, not when his lungs aren't working and blood is thrumming in his ears.

"It was supposed to be on stun," Fox's mouth forms the words, but he can't hear himself say them.

Is this shock? A tiny voice in his brain reminds Fox that this must be how the troopers on Umbara felt when Krell betrayed them. That's how Dogma described his own shock, anyway; all his senses dulled and nothing made sense anymore.

Nothing makes any sense right now.

Someone nudges him, and Fox almost falls over from the force of it, even though there was no force behind it.

"...ander? Commander Fox? What are our orders?" Thire, Fox registers.

Fox's throat is a desert. His tongue is sand paper. He's sweating, but he's shivering. He's burning up, but he's so cold. What's happening to him? What's happening at all?

"Commander?" Thire asks again, shaking Fox's arm.

"Report back," Fox croaks, watching the Jedi mumble something to Rex, who's holding the...the trooper.

"...sir?" Thire asks, sounding very unsure. "I don't think-"

"That's an order," Fox barks, and it sounds slightly more like his real self than this hollow, broken version of himself he feels like. "Now."

His men start to file out, Thire taking charge in herding them to where they need to go, already directing the debriefing process and what and to whom they're going to report this. The last thing Fox hears before they leave is Thire calling for the team to collect the body. 

The Jedi stands and stares at Fox, a look of pure hatred on his face. Fox thinks Jedi aren't supposed to hate. Or maybe they are, and Fox is just trying to shift his focus to someone else’s supposed fuck up.

The Jedi shoves past Fox, almost knocking him over, and then Fox and Rex are alone.

Alone, except for the trooper that Fox just put a blaster bolt through.

Rex is still holding onto the body, head bowed in grief. Fox doesn't know what to do, and he doesn't know what to say, and he doesn't know anything anymore. Nothing makes any sense, and his head is all foggy and dark and nothing feels real.

"Why?" Rex finally chokes out, opening his eyes and turning his accusatory gaze on Fox. Fox flinches, feeling his blaster slip from his slackened grip and clatter to the floor. "Why did you kill him?"

Fox feels like he might be sick. Actually, he's pretty sure he is going to be sick. Fox doesn't take his helmet off anymore, not unless he's locked himself away in his private quarters or Rex asks him to. But he takes it off now, because he's going to be sick, and he'd rather it not be while his bucket is still on.

"Why?" Rex repeats, and his voice is angrier, his eyebrows furrowed.

"I didn't mean to," Fox chokes out, swallowing back bile. "I'm sorry."

It sounds pathetic, even to his own ears, and he winces the second the words leave his mouth. Rex curls his lip in disgust, glare turning to hatred. "You're sorry?" Rex spits, as if the mere suggestion physically hurts him.

And Fox can't handle the idea of Rex hating him. Everyone hates Fox. He's a very hatable person. Even Fox hates Fox, maybe more than everyone else in the entire galaxy combined. That's easier to say now than it ever was, with Rex clinging to the trooper Fox killed.

"It was supposed to be on stun," Fox manages to say without breaking down.

"So your defense is that you're an incompetent idiot who doesn't know how to work a fucking blaster? Fuck the fact that you were in the top three of your class, right? I'm supposed to believe that?" Rex spits the words like they're poison, and they might as well be with how very nearly they kill Fox.

"I didn't do it on purpose," Fox says, and he can't keep the hurt out of his voice. The idea that he would ever purposefully kill a fellow clone is ridiculous. Except for when Rex accuses him of it while holding the body of the fellow clone he just killed.

When the 501st and the 212th killed each other in a battle on Umbara, both battalions had believed the other side were Umbrans using Clone armor as disguise. Even through the tragedy of comprehending and accepting they killed their own, they had the very real excuse that they did not knowingly kill their own. That they stopped the second they discovered the truth, that it was simply a tragedy with no clone at fault.

Fox doesn't have that. He knew this trooper was a clone. A crazy clone, a sick clone, a clone who attacked the Supreme Chancellor; but a clone all the same. He wasn't an enemy, he wasn't a separatist. A traitor, Fox could argue. But still a clone.

His blaster was on stun when he got his orders to stop the trooper. He had switched it on, because he knew he wouldn’t be able to handle killing a brother. No matter what the trooper had done. It was on stun. 

"You killed Fives," Rex says, and there's nothing but hatred and anger in his eyes. The same eyes that used to look longingly at Fox from across the training room. The same eyes that used to stare so fondly when Fox would pour his eighth cup of caf of the day, or when Fox would do something just a bit too asshole-y to be anything other than mean. The same eyes that never could hide Rex's true feelings, no matter how much Rex denied them.

Fox had taken it for granted. He had taken Rex's feelings for him, Rex's fondness and tolerance, for granted. He had always thought they would be there, that Rex would always like Fox on at least some level. No matter how much of an asshole Fox was being, or how many other people hated Fox; Rex would always be there.

And now he hates Fox, because Fox killed Fives. And there's nothing Fox can do or say to fix this.

Rex stands on shaky legs, stumbling closer to Fox. "You killed him," he accuses again, and there's no denying the hatred there. "You killed him."

Fox knows he shouldn't, but he reaches out to steady Rex. Rex partially melts into it, the part of him that's still a cadet looking up with stars in his eyes to the commander class clones. "I'm sorry, Rex." Fox’s voice has never been very expressive, but he hopes Rex hears the genuine sorrow and regret there. 

Rex shoves at Fox's chest, his anger returning, but he doesn't really try to pull out of Fox's arms. "I hate you," he growls, face a snarl.

Fox feels like it would hurt less if Rex just shot him for revenge. "Don't say that," Fox chokes, pulling Rex a bit closer by his arms. "Please. Don't say that."

"You didn't have to kill him, we had it under control!" Rex does try to get away now, but Fox holds him tighter. "I hate-"

"Don't," Fox begs, stepping further into Rex's space. "Please. I love you, Rex, please. Please just listen to me, please don't say that. I didn’t mean to." He dips his head, pushing their foreheads together. He wants to kiss Rex, to physically stop him from talking, and because he’s wanted to kiss Rex forever but he always came up with stupid reasons why he shouldn’t.

Rex's breath hitches at the confession, and he pauses for just a second. But then he hits his fists onto Fox's chest plate. It doesn't hurt, but it gets the message across just fine. "You can't say that now. It's too late now. You killed anything I felt for you."

Fox drops Rex's arms like they burned him, wishing he hadn't taken his helmet off after all. He wants to hide behind it, wants to keep his pain to himself. He wants to curl into a tiny ball and stay that way forever, where no one can see him and he can't hurt anyone. He wants to go back in time and tell the chancellor to fuck himself, he deserved to be attacked by a clone.

Rex's eyes fill with something that looks a little like regret, but he sets his jaw and doesn't take it back.

The team Thire had called files in, completely ignoring the two clones who could very well simply be guarding the body. They get to work, and Fox and Rex stare at each other. 

Fox molds his face into his practiced bored expression, the one he uses when someone digs just a little too deep into Fox, when they make him feel just a little too vulnerable. He used it a lot as a cadet, when he would piss Cody or Wolffe off too badly and they would viscously bite back, saying anything they could think of to make him feel small and curl in on himself.

Rex used to try and cheer Fox up, when that would happen. He used to follow Fox to his bunk, and sit beside him, and talk about nothing and everything all at once just to make Fox feel better.

He doesn't do that now. He turns to watch the crew cover Fives with a white sheet, and load him onto a stretcher, and start to lead the body away from the scene. Rex turns back to Fox, his eyes losing the fiery hatred and dimming into something broken and sad instead. 

Fox puts his helmet back on, because it's easier to handle Rex's hatred when he can hide. It's easier to pretend he isn't broken when he doesn't have to fix his face. And it's easier to pretend he doesn't exist when no part of him is exposed. He's just any other trooper now, faceless and nameless and identical to everyone around him. Easy to ignore and hard to notice.

Fox is a bad person, and he wants to hurt Rex back. He wants to say something that will make Rex feel small and broken, something that will cut Rex to his very core and leave him feeling just as in pain as Rex made him feel.

If this were anyone else in the entire galaxy, he would have. Without mercy or hesitation, he would have said something mean enough to scar. To maim.

But it isn't anyone else; this is Rex. And Fox has loved his brothers, and he's loved his Corries, he would die for any of them; but he loves Rex different. And he never wanted to hurt Rex, or piss him off, or make him look at Fox the way his brothers did. The way he is now.

The galaxy feels so much colder when Fox is truly, utterly alone. Rex was always there, always warm and bright in the back of Fox's mind, no matter how much he fucked up or how many of his men he got killed or how many of his brothers hate him. It was always okay, it was always manageable, because Rex would never hate him. Rex would always look at him with a mixture of hero worship that somehow never faded and love that only grew with time.

Except that's gone now. Fox killed it, just like he killed Fives. And Fox is alone in a galaxy where everyone either doesn't know him or they hate him. And no one is left to make him feel better.

Fox doesn't ever not hate himself, but it's easier to ignore when he's in full kit, completely hidden. He can pretend that everything hurting him is locked on the outside, and he's safe and sealed inside.

Fox steps away from Rex, out of his line of sight, out of his way if he wants to leave.

He hopes Rex understands how much Fox's silence represents. How, even though Rex hates him now, Fox still loves him.

Rex stares at him, eyes cold and guarded. When Thorn had died, Thire looked at him like that. Like he hated Fox, and blamed him, but didn’t want to. Like even though Thire hates his guts now and wishes Fox had died instead, he doesn’t want to feel that way. Which is almost worse, Fox thinks. As if despite Thire’s best efforts to not hate Fox, he simply couldn’t manage it. He tried not to hate Fox, but Fox is just too difficult to not hate. 

Rex is looking at him like that now. Like he doesn’t want to hate Fox, like he just can’t help it. 

Rex steps closer to Fox, hands clenching and unclenching his fists. For a second, Fox is convinced Rex is going to punch him. But he doesn’t, he does something worse. He reaches up and takes Fox’s helmet off, placing it on the crate Fox is standing in front of.

“Rex,” Fox breathes, unable to fix his face back into the bored mask. He doesn’t think he really wants to either; he wants Rex to know how much he regrets what happened. How much Fox is aware he ruined everything. 

Rex flicks his eyes between Fox’s, perhaps trying to find something. He leans in slowly, and Fox should stop him like he did that one time when they were still cadets; but he doesn’t. Rex’s lips press against his lightly, and it doesn’t feel like a first kiss. It doesn’t feel the way he had always pictured it would; it doesn’t make Fox feel safe and warm like he wanted it. It makes Fox feel cold, and alone, and he wants more. 

Rex pulls away with a sniff, looking down at Fox’s chin. He opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. 

“Please,” Fox whispers, ducking his head to connect their lips again. Rex allows it, but doesn’t reciprocate. Fox cups the back of Rex’s head, tilting it slightly to change the angle, moving his lips along Rex’s. He so desperately wants Rex to kiss him back. He wants Rex to forget he hates Fox now, even if just for a second. He wants Rex to forgive him, to tell him it’s okay, that he knows Fox didn't mean to. 

Rex pushes back into it for just a second, his hands clinging to Fox’s waist, clicking their teeth together in his haste. And then it’s over; Rex is pulling back and breathing onto Fox’s lips, and when Fox tries to chase the kiss, he pulls back even more. 

Rex looks between Fox’s eyes, and Fox watches as they close off as clearly as if Rex had shut a door in Fox’s face. “I can’t,” Rex says, pulling away with an air of finality. 

“Please,” Fox tries again, knowing it won’t get a reaction. He watches as Rex grabs his helmet and tucks it under his arm, walking away without even a glance back at Fox.  

Fox allows his knees to finally give out, exhaling shakily. He grabs his discarded blaster, flicking the safety back on; because he's sure it was on. It should have been on.But it wasn't, and that mistake cost Fox everything.

[uwingdispatch]

Clone trooper round up!!!!! I now have over 30 clones and I can only post 30 images in a tumblr post so let’s see how this goes. If your fave clone isn’t here, let me know and I’ll see what I can do. Shop is here. (Don’t forget to use code TUMBLR15 for 15% off select accessories!)

Not pictured: Season 2 Crosshair, Season 2 Hunter. <3

Shop is here. Love y'all!

[carbon-corrie]

Presenting Alpha-17 being the cool dad older brother by telling stories and instructing the CC Batch (plus Rex and Baby Boba) on how to out-sass any Natborn they may encounter!

[cabbagege]

It's always one of them

[secretly-a-trekkie]

They’re watching contraband tooka videos

[jvanrynart]

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))

[stealingpotatoes]

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

(commission info // tip jar!)

[clonemando]

A Dangerous Game

@evi-blackmor @rydalochka I saw your request for some Rex and Fox fluff! Sorry got burnt out from work but I'm back.

Rex was panting heavily as he sprinted across the battle line, occasionally breaking behind cover just to scout out his next position. His armor was splattered with red already from assisting his fellow clones but he was still kicking.

Rounding a corner he came face to blaster with Fox who grinned darkly at him. "Any last words GAR traitor?" The Coruscanti Commander asked only to get tackled from the side.

"Run Rex! I'll hold him off!" Cody cried as he struggled to keep Fox pinned to the ground.

Rex summoned all the rest of his energy to sprint like his life depended on it. He had barely rounded the next corner when he heard a blast and he knew Cody was down. He was all that was left between the Guard and a full takeover.

Finally spotting his goal he got tackled from behind by Fox and they both hit the ground in a loud clatter of armor.

Rex struggled valiantly but in the end his pistol got knocked away and Fox had his aimed at Rex's chest.

"It's too bad you decided to join the wrong side. Goodbye Rex." He said pressing a kiss to Rex's lips and pulling the trigger.

Corrie red paint splattered onto Rex's armor and all the lights in the room turned on. Cody limped over and flopped onto his ass beside them.

"I am never playing paintball with any of you again." He whined while Rex pouted.

"I almost reached their base. Next time I'll get the flag." He groaned but Fox just grinned and pecked his lips again.

"Sorry but the GAR will never beat the Guard in a suburban environment. We can try a forest next time to give you GAR bucketheads a fighting chance." He teased and helped them both up.

[sergeantgoggles]

Prompt: Lie Ship: Fox/Rex Rated: G .

“Was it all a lie?”

Rex hissed and reeled back as though the words had physically burned him and had started to seep into his skin and drift through his veins. 

“I should be asking you that. You’re the one that pulled the trigger.”

Fox grimaced, and it was in that moment he knew that even if it wasn’t a lie, Rex would never be able to look at him as anything more than ‘the man who shot his little brother.’ 

[boggsart]

audio seemed fitting

[tattycoram]

Cody: I swear on my brother's lives I am a straight man Bly: HELP I CANT BREATH, TELL AYLA I LOVE HER Rex: The light...its getting closer... Fox: MY HEART I THINK ITS FAILING Wolffe: If I knew I was gonna die today I would've bullied Fox more

[m00ntunaart]

2nd STARWARS/DAEMON AU POST!!!!! This time with the CC's and the Disaster Lineage!

Obi-Wan: Maned Wolf (Kee-Ayt)

Anakin: Lion (maned female lioness) (Asieko)

Ahsoka: Gryfalcon (Tuex)

Cody: German Shepherd (Beskar)

Rex: Siberian Husky (Queen)

Wolffe: Wolfdog (Whitefang)

Fox: Doberman Pinscher (Vulpe)

Bly: American Akita (Lyra)

LORE TIME: first off! Jedi! So I thought a lot about how daemons and Jedi should work. I did end up deciding that Jedi GENERALLY have bird daemons (like the witches in His Dark Material), BUT not always. The Jedi having bird daemons is not a ‘All Force Sensitives Have Daemons Who Settle As Birds’ thing. It wouldn’t make sense in this AU since Force-sensitivity is a spectrum and at what level would someone have ‘enough’ force-sensitivity to have a daemon for certain become a bird? I didn’t like that narrative as much, it felt restrictive. So instead Jedi tend to have bird daemons, but not Force-Sensitives. Like all Jedi are force sensitive ( and have bird daemons) but not all Force-Sensitives are Jedi, make sense? This is because of how the Jedi raise children and teach them to interact with the force. Because of how Jedi are taught to view and use the force, their daemons tend to settle as birds! It’s ‘nurture’ over ‘nature’ thing. Which is why (in this AU at least) the Jedi don’t take in older children to train. Because they’ve already probably learned their own way to interact with the force (different from the Jedi teachings) and therefore will have a non-bird daemon! Hence Anakin having a lion daemon. “But what about Obi-Wan?” (Well since Obi-Wan is one of my favorites I get to spice him up lol). He was originally very Jedi like (daemon wise) but after the whole Jedi Apprentice/Xanantos enslaving him/Melida-Daan war thing, he daemon ended up settling as a Maned Wolf! I imagine he was just about the age where his daemon would settle (usually 13-15, which is the same reason this is the age Jedi initiates are made padawans), so it was a surprise that his daemon so abruptly changed and settled. Most likely the effects of being so abruptly exposed to violence and war right out of being only use to the peace of the Jedi temple his whole life. 

(Extra) The 3rd page of the post! Cody and Obi-Wan’s daemons! Beskar and Kee-Ayt! Even though in my doodles Beskar seems to be very grumpy and even hatful towards Kee-Ayt, DO NOT BE FOOLED. Beskar adores Kee-Ayt. Their relationship just mirrors how I headcanon Cody’s and Obi-Wan’s. Where they will harass and bitch at each other to hell and back. Sounding from the outsider’s POV like two people who hate each other. When in reality these two are joined at the hip and love each other. They just will never admit it because “we have reputations to uphold!’ (Anakin says “what reputation? the reputation that one of you would murder the other if it wasn’t for the fact the GAR would court marshal the other?”) But yeah, Beskar makes fun of Kee-Ayt’s long ass legs. The mini ‘comic’ is about how I imagine that since all the Clones’ daemons are dogs/canines, when they win a battles they have a ‘Victory Call’ where they all howl. Beskar offers for Kee-Ayt to join in, but Maned Wolves can’t howl. They do this thing called a Roar-Bark (look up a video it’s so loud). This is the first time Beskar hears Kee-Ayt roar-bark and it scared the shit out of her.

(Extra Extra) The 4th page of the post! This is mostly doodles of Rex, Anakin and Ashoka’s daemons (Queen, Asieko and Tuex). All three reflect the close relationship that Rex, Anakin and Ahsoka have. Hence Tuex nesting on Queen and Asieko trying to groom Queen (who doesn’t appreciate the rough lion tongue bath she’s getting). (In fact Asieko tries to groom Tuex and Kee-Ayt too, but Tuex is too small and Kee-Ayt just starts biting Asieko bcs she doesn’t appreciate the bath either lol). We also have Tuex dive bombing Asieko (a common occurrence whenever Anakin and Ahsoka bicker). Tuex also does this to literally anyone who slightly annoys him or Ahsoka. And lastly the little doodle of Rex and Queen screaming! Idk if you’ve ever seen videos of Huskies, but oh boy are they loud and dramatic. I think with all the stress and insanity Rex has to deal with leading the 501st, he and Queen often have therapy screaming sessions. They deserve to. 

(ALSO, I will be making follow up reblogs with lore/plot stuff for each individual character)

[headcanonthings]

Sith!Obi-Wan, holding a detonator: I’ll give you thirty minutes to say your goodbyes before I blow you to smithereens Cody: Can I get a different kind of blow? Fox: *turns and stares at him* Cody: … I said that out loud- Fox: YOU SAID THAT OUT LOUD Rex, to Sith!Obi-Wan: You can skip the countdown, just kill us