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why don’t more people ship the things i ship )’: sobbu sobbu

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Fic Self-Recs

Fic authors self rec! List your favorite five fics that you've written, then tag at least five other writers! Spread the self-love 💞

Thank you for tagging me @come-chaos!!

The Scent of Embers Lingers in the Air (Cody & Barriss) This is the first fic of this length I've ever writen, and I'm hugely proud of it. I'm so pleased with how it came out. This Cody POV has perminantly changed how I approach him as a character.

May As Well Give Up And Live (Fox/Echo/Fives) I always really like writing Fox's POV and this one just hit that melocoly vibe that I love so much. I still have plans for a sequel, but somehow never get around it it.

You Left Me Here Behind (Cody/Rex) This came into being as a challenge to write something without dialogue, because I know I write very dialogue heavy stories. I really love the tone it created. It's probably the fic of mine that I reread the most.

Fortunate Son (Niner) Look, sometimes a character comes into your life at a weird time and you just vomit a lot of stuff all over them. This fic was me finally sorting through all the feelings I have about Niner and making them make sense.

Can't See The Forest For The Trees (Cody/Rex) I just had so much fun writing this it's hard not to be very fond of it. They're idiots, your honour, and I love them.

Surprising no one that Codex features heavily in my list. This was harder than I expected, but in a good way; I struggled to just pick five.

Tagging: @cabezadeperro, @trudemaethien, @nottonyharrison, @mandalorianbrainweasel, @chocmarss, @sankt-jesper

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Ahhh! Your art never fails to blow me away. You're comics are just so good at pulling the eye through a story. The colours in this are perfect, with the blocks of harsh colours in the middle landing on the soft natural colours on the end.

I love it so much, thank you!!

(Also, Maze's expression in the first panel is so good 10/10)

Zey and Maze commission for @elthadriel! They’ve gone through so much together 🥹

I still have 1 last slot left if anyone’s interested! (Link to my Ko-fi)

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The Old Boy Yaoi Flash Exchange is a Codex (Commander Cody/Captain Rex) short fanwork exchange that will take place in the Old Boy Yaoi discord server.

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Art by Boris Groh

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The Old Boy Yaoi Flash Exchange is a Codex (Commander Cody/Captain Rex) short fanwork exchange that will take place in the Old Boy Yaoi discord server.

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The Old Boy Yaoi Flash Exchange is a Codex (Commander Cody/Captain Rex) short fanwork exchange that will take place in the Old Boy Yaoi discord server.

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The Old Boy Yaoi Flash Exchange is a Codex (Commander Cody/Captain Rex) short fanwork exchange that will take place in the Old Boy Yaoi discord server.

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im back and i got one actually in the spirit of the prompt this time !! reading comprehension !! casablanca w/ fox/fives/echo (or any combination thereof, there are many possibilities contained within that movie)

hiiii! thanks for sending this one, i've been in a writing funk lately and this was just what i needed ❤️

established relationship, fives lives au, 940w.

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They’re deep enough Fox can’t quite see the sky when he looks up. He approaches the edge of the landing pad and looks down instead—the void looks back. They’re on one of the dead levels, and the chute is dark almost all the way down. Now and then something flickers in the distance: Fox knows better than to use his bucket’s HUD to find out what it is, even if part of him wants to. 

The small Corrie station set up in the abandoned hangar doesn’t exist. The shock troopers on shift aren’t actually there; neither is Fox. They are all ghosts haunting a place that isn’t real, and if Fox was a different man he’d ponder the weight of such an idea, but he isn’t, so he doesn’t. He stands with his hands linked at his back and his head tilted, his men’s quiet conversion filling the empty hangar.

The rumble of the swoop’s engines fills the quiet. Fox blinks and looks away from the flashing lights beneath his feet, his boots quiet on the hangar’s worn tarmac, and looks to his left. He exhales—just the once—before clicking open his comm channel with his men.

“Corporal. Movement half a click westward,” he says. 

A beat, and then: “Understood, sir.”

By the time the bike lands next to Fox, Corporal Fee and Carrie are gone, and Fox is all alone in the hangar with the small freighter.

It also doesn’t exist. Fox can’t quite remember who used to be its owner: it doesn’t matter. It was, and now it doesn’t, it has just become a redacted or corrected line in an unread report.

Fives waits until Echo is off the swoop bike to follow. They’re both wearing civvies, and they both look remarkably comfortable in them. A few months with the 501st, ARC training, a year and a half of intelligence operations in Separatist-controlled worlds. They are younger than Fox by almost a year, but in a way he’s the greener of the three. He might have survived the first battle of Geonosis, but he then was sent to Coruscant, to stand guard in places that don’t exist.

Echo waits by the swoop while Fives comes closer. Fox recognises the stubborn tilt to his chin, and that’s why he doesn’t take off his bucket. He waits, hands linked at his back and heart beating hard in his throat, and when Fives stops in front of him, he doesn’t reach out.

“The ship’s going to Kuat,” Fox tells the two of them. “You should have enough fuel and rations to make it there. Name’s Cant. Everything’s as legit as I could make it, but be careful.”

Whatever happens next is up to them. Fox doubts they’ll be smart about it, but he trusts them—he trusts Echo—to be stupid in clever ways. 

“Come with us,” Fives says then. Fox closes his eyes. He breathes in, breathes out. He pushes through the awful longing in his chest.

“No.” 

Fives presses his lips together. He’s not done. Fox ignores him, looks at Echo over his shoulder—he can’t help it. He’s watching them.

Fox doesn’t actually know him—he didn’t have the time. He was dead, and then he was back on Coruscant, and now he is leaving again. 

He looks better than he did that first morning when he sought out Fox in his office in the Rotunda. He’s filled out, not as pale—the harsh lines around his mouth have softened. His hair is starting to grow out.

“Fox—”

“It’s a two-seater, Fives. Crew of two,” Fox tells him, and he knows it won’t work, but it is how it is. 

Echo approaches them then. He places his flesh hand on Fives’s shoulder and stays there, and says nothing. His eyes are fixed on Fox, and Fox finds he doesn’t like the way Echo looks at him—like he understands. 

Fox steps around and away, shakes off Fives’s hand when it tries to close around his wrist. He needs to return to the surface—he can’t be missed. He’ll drive the swoop to the back of the Corrie barracks and take a transport from there after destroying the transponder.

“Take off your helmet, commander,” Echo says then. 

Fox pauses. He doesn’t want to. He doesn’t have to. He doesn’t care what they think. If he doesn’t take it off they will know he doesn’t want them to see his face; if he does, they’ll—

The click and hiss of the bucket’s seal is too loud in the quiet. Fox blinks at the shadows within the abandoned hangar. The warm, damp atmosphere is a shock, as it is the stink of old tibanna and rotting garbage that seems to fill the whole level. Fox closes his eyes for a beat before turning to look at them, bucket held safely in the crook of his arm. 

He raises an eyebrow at them. Echo’s smiling slight, the gesture quietly smug. At his side, Fives looks quietly heartbroken. 

Fox looks away. He clears his throat. “Well?”

He expects Fives’s kiss: Fox sees him coming, and he closes his eyes and gives in to Fives’s warm hands, to the familiar taste of his skin, salt and GAR-cleanser and clean sweat.

He doesn’t expect Echo’s. He reaches for Fox with his metal hand, the crude prosthesis clacking against Fox’s pauldron, gripping the plasteel with terrible strength, and then Echo’s mouth, his chapped lips against Fox’s.

It’s clumsy and too short. Echo leans away and licks his lips. 

“You’ll have to do better next time,” he says. Fives snorts.

They leave first; Fox waits until Fee gives him the all clear and then follows.

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gratuitous cowboy footjobs + codex

this barely counts as a prompt fill tbh but as i thinking about how to avoid writing the footjob (as i am yet a coward), i came up with the idea of a cinderella western au. because?? feet??? anyway enjoy i guess! additional character concepts after the cut. (ID in alt).

turn into a pumpkin at midnight, you will!

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Tremors (1990) + cody/rex?

Or: mad max fury road + jango/obi-wan?

(such a fun prompt idea! unfortunately all movies fled my mind as soon as I tried to think of one lmao)

i need you to know that it took me longer than it should to write this one because i just couldn't chose lmao

i ended up going with tremors though :> pre-relationship, missing scene very early in the war, ~600w, pov cody.

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The lieutenant’s voice barely breaks the silence. 

“That could work.”

Cody turns to look at him, his shell scraping against the curved belly of the boulder. The lieutenant’s still sitting next to him, bucket off and between his legs, a beat-up datapad with a cracked display resting on it.

Now and then it shivers, whatever’s been boring its way through the shifting dirt all around them getting too close for comfort, and the datapad’s weak blue light slides down the lieutenant’s face and shivers in turn, painting his shell in the same colour. He almost got caught in one of the creature’s last tries, and his armour paid the price: the thing cracked the pauldron and vambrace on his left arm, left a deep gouge on the back plates. One of the medics looked him over: Lieutenant Rex made it out of that skirmish just fine. He shed the damaged pieces of armour, and they now lie on the boulder next to him, pale as bone in the pale light of the planet’s small moons.

At first he kept poking at them, lips pressed tight, and at first Cody didn’t quite get why: armour is just armour, and it’s not as if the thing had messed up his bucket paint or something like that.

But Ghost’s spent the better part of that day on that rock, twiddling their thumbs and waiting for backup or death, whichever came first, and Cody’s had very little to do except think—and he might have spent most of that time trying to find a way to survive, to kill the creature, but Cody’s Kamino bred, designed to hold a lot of moving pieces in the back of his mind at the same time.

It didn’t take him too long to realise that the lieutenant is a fastidious man—he just didn’t like the creature fucking up his shell. It might be vanity; it might be something else, Cody’s still working out that one. But it happened, and now he’s annoyed, and Cody’s found out the lieutenant’s mind functions better when he’s annoyed, and if he has had an idea that he thinks might work… well. 

“Lieutenant,” Cody starts. “What could work?”

Lieutenant Rex blinks up at him. The creature threw him against the boulders after he got it in the maw, and there’s dry blood on his face, under his nose and staining the corner of his mouth. A flash of memory: the dying sun, red and still warm, and the way it had painted the blond stubble on his jaw in bloody orange, hiding the blood stains and making his dark eyes look darker. 

“It’s just an idea, sir,” the lieutenant replies, voice careful. 

Oh, that won’t do.

Cody tilts his head. He says nothing—he knows he won’t have to. By now, Lieutenant Rex knows him well enough to know what that means.

And there it is: Lieutenant Rex scowls, jaw tight, his deepening annoyance cracking the easygoing mask he’s so good at turning his face into before he gets it under control. 

The lieutenant clears his throat and shifts closer, his knee knocking against Cody’s. Cody turns to face him, maneuvering the best he can in the narrow space, leans forward when Rex starts talking, and Cody’s very good at holding off distractions, at thinking about many things at once, so he listens carefully and resolutely does not fixate on the way his lieutenant’s eyes reflect the moonlight, or on the steady press of his knee against Cody’s, or on the confidence with whom he outlines his plan, or anything else.

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Folks!!! FOOOOLKS!!! I commissioned the very wonderful @rexsterss to draw the Fox carrying Thorn scene from this kiss prompt fic I wrote and LOOK AT IIIIIITTT!!!

They're so freaking cute!!! I will flail all over the dang place! *dies* I love it so much! And Mars was lovely to commission! I wanted to the moment I saw their commissions open up but had no idea what I wanted until this! Very, very pleased with the results!

Thank you very much Mars for letting me commission some artistic wonderfulness from you!

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Echo/Fox(/Fives) and Annihilation <3

hiiiii friend!!!

area x coruscant!!!! pre relationship, post echo being found. fives doesn't die--he's just gone, and fox and echo are in the coruscant lower levels to find him.

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The chute looks like one of any others. The LAAT/i hovers over the dark void, tiny against its huge gaping maw. Most of the sector is closed off to traffic, the buildings all around it dark and dead. The gunship’s floodlights try their best to cut through the thick darkness that seems to surround the entrance, but they only succeed in underlining it, in making it look bigger and darker. Echo wraps his right hand around one of ceiling straps and looks down: strong winds, heavy with humidity and the familiar smell of Coruscant’s Lower Levels, climb up from the chute and hit him in the face. 

At his back, Commander Fox shifts. Echo has yet to see his face. He was quiet for most of the trip there, now and then giving orders to the pilot in the cockpit with a low, croaky voice. Echo ignores him and keeps his eyes on the tunnel as the gunship starts making its slow way down, the sound of its engines echoing eerily. Echo puts on his bucket and switches on the filters.

For the longest time Echo thought it was just a trooper tale, the kind the veterans used to try and scare them. Tales about the angels of Iego; tales about ghostly number stations, sending out codes in long-dead languages; the asteroid sirens, and the walking dead troopers that knocked on your tent or approached you during your guard shifts, nothing within their shells but air and hunger.

But it is very real: a whole area in Coruscant that’s been closed to most of its population for generations, ever growing. Echo leans further out of the gunship, looks down: he can’t quite imagine what could have brought Fives to think that venturing into this place was his best option.

The LAAT/i lands on a deserted public hangar, decades-old trash flying into the dark. The commander’s the first to jump off the ship; Echo follows, vaguely annoyed about being second. They are joined by a small squad of troopers, most of them wearing the scuffed red and white of Corrie veterans. Once the last one is on the cracked tarmac, the larty flies away, leaving them in the dark. Echo clicks the night vision on and starts making his way towards the terminal to the side, scomp link ready.

“I wouldn’t do that.”

Echo pauses and turns to look at the commander. His men are at his back, and Echo can feel the weight of their regard, four identical black visors staring at him from the dark. 

Commander Fox of the Coruscant Guard doesn’t want him there. He’s a remarkably quiet man, seemingly content to do his job and follow the rules, but he tried his very best to keep Echo off the team. But General Skywalker insisted. 

Echo read the mission dossier, and then he did a bit of research of his own. He knows why the commander doesn’t want him to connect to the sector mainframe: he can’t say he cares.

Commander Fox would have killed Fives—from what Rex told Echo, he almost did. 

“Respectfully, sir—I know what I’m doing,” Echo tells him, trying his best to keep his voice as even and bland as polite as he knows how. It’s still as easy as he remembered. 

The commander tilts his head. Echo waits, and then waits some more. When Commander Fox says nothing, the rest of the squad standing quiet and very still at his back, Echo rolls his eyes and turns back to the terminal.

It’s an old model, at least a couple decades out of fashion, but it should do. 

The click-and-flash of his brain and the machine’s touching is both incredibly familiar and profoundly alienating. Echo pushes through the tangled knot of disgust and comfort and lets his consciousness spread out throughout the sector’s dead mainframe, expecting little and finding less. 

And then—

Something reaches back.

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Maul Week 2024 Prompts

DAY 1 (07/28): TO BE LOVED

DAY 2 (07/29): FANGS AND CLAWS

DAY 3 (07/30): DATHOMIR AND NIGHTBROTHERS

DAY 4 (07/31): STAR WARS CYBORG SUPPORT GROUP MEETING

DAY 5 (08/01): SITH / JEDI SECRETS

DAY 6 (08/02): WOLF AT THE DOOR

DAY 7 (08/03): DEATH OF THE SELF

ALTERNATE SET: PICTURE PROMPTS (under the cut)

You can swap alt prompts for any day you’d like!

ALT 1: Spooky solar eclipse by @jgvfhl

ALT 2: Deimos (2023) by Dragan Bibin

ALT 3: Dolby (1998) by Dan Christensen

ALT 4: Untitled by Andrei Riabovitchev

ALT 5: Untitled by @jgvfhl

ALT 6: Unknown source

ALT 7: by Emilie Hofferber

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