#Cacodaemonia

[valkeakuulas]

Whoops I just unfollowed you by accident when I went to send an ask, haha. idk how many times I've done that... 😂 Anyway, re-followed, and I have a kiss prompt request! Maybe Glitch/Savage?

At least you didn't block me like I've done to my friend more than once. (Why those two options are so close to each other, I've got no idea! Bad site/app layout design there!)

Anyway, here's your fic! I'm a bit uncertain in what kind of fix-it AU this happens but ehhh, that's not really important. What's more important is that they're being cute. This isn't really a kiss-kiss but, uh, close enough me thinks?

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14. A kiss to the stomach

Glitch opened his eyes partially when something rustled in the nearby bush. It didn't feel anything dangerous, so he didn't get up and honestly, he didn't even want to. The sun shone brightly from above kept Glitch, and the boulder he leaned against was pleasantly warm. Despite wearing only half of his armor, the warmth made his limbs feel almost too heavy to move.

However, that could also be attributed to the giant of a Zabrak who rested his head on Glitch's lap.

Savage had found his way to Glitch some time ago and laid down on his side without a word. The fact that he was facing Glitch, leaving his back unguarded, had made the clone's heart beat faster. Glitch had placed a hand on that wide shoulder, to which Savage had reacted by wrapping an arm loosely around the clone's waist.

A look down showed Savage's closed eyes and the steadily rising and lowering shoulder indicated that he was asleep.

Smiling, Glitch let his hand slide down from Savage's shoulder to cup the back of his head gently, mindful of the sharp horns. He had the very intention to pet Savage to help him stay relaxed when the Zabrak spoke.

"Is there a reason why you're moving so much?" Savage's deep voice rumbled, never opening his eyes.

A little surprised, Glitch chuckled. "I barely shifted," he protested with a grin that only widened when Savage snorted, unimpressed.

The arm around Glitch tightened, and he gasped when Savage pushed his face further into Glitch's unarmored middle.

"Don't move."

Glitch shuddered when the order was rumbled right into his abdomen, his heart speeding up a little again.

There was no way Savage missed that and Glitch, well, glitched as he watched in what felt like slow motion Savage smirk lazily up at him before nuzzling the clone's stomach with another bone-rattling purr.

Once satisfied, Savage relaxed again and apparently fell back to sleep, seemingly uncaring how he had just all but melted Glitch's brain.

[petrifiedforests]

For the hurt/comfort prompts, and since you mentioned Fox... him and Thorn plus "Sorry, I'm being so difficult for you," perhaps? Or, if you're in the mood for something shippy, Waxer/Boil and "I'm going to be here when you wake up." 🥹🥰

Thank you @cacodaemonia! I went with platonic Fox & Thorn after the war. :) This is a fic written for a prompt from @creativepromptfills who makes amazing prompt lists. There be cursing but nothing else to look out for.

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Thorn is done. He spent the day wrangling senators and aides and political advisors and he is done. 

He smashes the keypad to their apartment with more force than necessary but the door does not slide open any faster than normal. Stupid, slow-ass thing.

It should be different, now that– well now in the after but they need the votes and the always fickle support of the general public. So he’s out there as “Important member of the Guard, the right hand man of the clone that brought peace”. Like fuck that, they’re not even calling him by his rank. He’s not expecting his name, but Commander would have been nice.

Nice, hah! The whole day he was stuck listening to them talking without the safety of his helmet, nodding along and making appropriate facial expressions.

So now, he’s absolutely done with moving his face. No more smiling or frowning or raising eyebrows or anything. 

His shoes go on the little rack, his jacket goes on the hook and his frustration…stays. Grumbling under his breath he follows the soft music into the living room where Fox is sprawled out on the sofa. He looks like he’s being eaten alive by the plush cushions and Thorn’s lips twitch upwards involuntarily.

Fox lifts a lazy hand in greeting, abandoning the movement halfway through as if it’s too much effort.

Thorn can emphasize. He takes the last remaining steps and collapses on him. A high pitched squeak is startled out of Fox and Thorn snorts.

“Shut it, I’m not emoting anymore today,” he grouses into Fox’s chest. It’s vibrating with Fox’s near silent laughter under him. Thorn is not going to join.

“Seriously?” he laments the betrayal from his closest brother.

Amidst the laughter Fox chokes out an incredibly insincere "Sorry, I'm being so difficult for you," before the shaking intensifies and Thorn has to whack him with a cushion. 

It’s the best for his mental health, really, he promises. Fuck the senate, it’s Fox’s fault for slaying the Sith anyways.

[coline7373]

I'm curious about 'Ghibli - Armistice' :)

My friend! Such a speed! To answer!

😮

Well, now I have to show it even if its embarassing, don't I? 😆

It's old. The perspective is wonky and nothing I ever did could cure it. I decided to keep it as is instead of making it from scratch again, but...uh... 😅

Please, be kind 😆

[siryl]

"Moonbeast" by Cacodaemonia.

[quatredraws]

For the emoji asks, 🛒 and 🤔?

Omg thank you for the question!! I missed asking/answering ask games on tumblr, so thank you!!��❤️❤️❤️

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your images? Themes, feels, scenes, color palettes, etc.

I enjoy affection and fashion! I love over the top dresses, historical costumes, armours (hence why I have a lot of past gideon the ninth art, and why the mandalorian and the clone wars are pushing all my happy buttons), and I do my damnedest to shove all this on shippy drawings! Dancing, fighting, sleeping (the intimacy of napping together? Not even spicy, just the safe comfort of sleep??), these are all things I’ve loved drawing and I hope to draw more of.

I’ll be honest, I only do limited colours in my sketches. I struggle immensely with colours. It’s something I’ve taken painting classes in even, but texture and colours are a far away goal for me at the moment! 

For the future I would love to be able to do more reference sheets, or big groups art… but that requires colour! 

🤔 Do you plan out things like values, colors, and composition or fly by the seat of your pants?

Very related to the question above, anything that is not anatomy work or poses overwhelms me very easily - I can break down a body into shapes, I can chase fabric folding, I can do visage studies to learn a specific face, but anything past that my brain shortcuts. One of my painting classes teachers once took the charcoal away from me (during a value class), because I had passed the point of good piece into overworked territory. The goal is high, but I’ll keep on working for it (a palette with more than two colours) 🫣

[ooops-i-arted]

For the fanfic asks, O and P?

O: How do you begin a story - with the plot, or the characters?

Usually, just an idea, so I'd say plot. Like No Prison Can Hold started with the simple question "What if the New Republic arrived early and arrested Din too?" (and then the next questions, "What if Din and Grogu met the Skywalker-Solos?"). Characters just tend to be whatever my current blorbo obsession is tbh - although I guess you could say Grogu himself inspired ACCPOV, as I wondered what this little child was thinking and feeling and believing during the events of The Mandalorian.

P: Are you what George R.R. Martin would call an "architect" or a "gardener"? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the story unfold as you go?)

I'd say I'm kinda in the middle. I rarely start without at least a basic outline, and fill in details as I think of them. For ACCPOV for example, I took notes as season 2 aired and added to them since as I expanded the character moments and arc I wanted for Grogu. I'm certainly willing to flex if I feel the story could go somewhere I didn't initially think of. I started working on that Caradin fic I keep mentioning at least a year ago and just last week thought of a better way to resolve the ending and provide Cara better resolution for what she goes through. And one time a commenter mentioned they were sad we never saw Grogu's necklace again in the show so I remembered to add it back in to ACCPOV. xD

[lyntergalactic]

🥘 What category do most of your fics fall under? and/or 🍱 Do you read your own fics? :D

🥘 What category do most of your fics fall under?

character studies, probably. the thing i like most about writing is getting into a character's head in various situations so no matter what i write there always ends up being an element of character exploration there

🍱 Do you read your own fics?

nnnnnot often? like, i'll reread what i'm working on to keep continuity and every once in a while i'll go back to something i've written ages ago to better appreciate it. but i don't often just... read my own stuff

[insertmeaningfulusername]

For the wips, The Real Treasure (Is the Medic We Met Along the Way)?

Thank you for the ask 💙 I already talked about this WIP here but lemme post a lil snippet of Kix's angsty prologue!!

The piece of tent tarp fell closed behind the commando droids with a wet sound, the kind perforated lungs made when they struggled to breathe. The first droid fixed Kix with a stare that dared him to make a run for it - for the blasters lying at an insurmountable distance at his back. “CT-6116,” it said, its voice a low drone barely heard over the rush of the wind outside. “We have been tasked with retrieving you. Know that resistance is useless.” Kix glanced over his shoulder as he edged his way backward, past the bed frame that had almost tripped him and into the narrow corridor between the cots. He could make a run for it. He could. He’d always been fast in training, had even had the option to become a scout, he’d just become a medic because that was what he excelled at. He could, if only— The commando droid tilted its head at him, eyes a uniform glow. As if obeying a silent command, its two companions at its back cocked their blasters and leveled them at the sleeping patients in the cots closest to them. Ice traveled down Kix’s spine and settled in his gut. “No.” His voice was a rasp, even to him. He wanted a glass of water. “No, you can’t. They’re- You’re not allowed to do that. It’s against the law of war-” “We are not here in a military capacity. We have been tasked with retrieving you - CT-6116, designated clone medic of the 501st Attack Battalion.” Now, the first commando droid hefted its blasters, just like its colleagues - except it wasn’t pointing it at helpless wounded, but at Kix. “And failure is not provided for in our programming.” Kix looked around himself. The tent, the cots, the troopers asleep in them - asleep or dying, but everyone died eventually - the drips hanging from their mountings, the patients’ stats scribbled onto flimsi clipboards at the foot ends of the cots with a pen that smudged… Kix wasn’t even gone yet, and it already felt so strange. So distant. 

[elismor]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clone Trooper Boil/Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars) Characters: Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Boil (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Fanart, Dancing, Kissing, Fluff Summary:

A colored sketch of Waxer and Boil dancing

You guys! @cacodaemonia is amazing and wonderful and made some art based on one of my fics. :::SWOOOON:::

Go look! 

[sunshineprincejeremyknox]

N and O?

N: Name 3 things you wish you saw more of in your main fandom:

1) force sensitive clones (always want more)

2) time travel fix its but specifically with rebels characters

3) trans characters who are main/central to the fics (even/especially if them being trans isn't the whole story/point)

O: pick a song at random and assign a character/ship to it:

Putting my liked songs on shuffle one sec

Uptown Funk - Bruno Mars

Okay NOT what I was expecting BUT specifically it's that moment ij @thatonefanficwriternooneknows' Tattoos fic where the Corries are showing off their "weaponized dancing" skills 😂😂😂

[medic-6116]

💛 Do you have any piercings?

I had my ears pierced when I was a child, but I'm pretty sure the holes have closed up now

So, I'm gonna go with Nope ^^

[valkeakuulas]

Hello yes I'm here to be very predictable and ask for 💖 + Waxer/Boil (or Waxer/Boil/Rex if you're feeling ambitious? XD)

Well then, you can't just throw me a challenge like that and not expect me to take it. This involves only one pair kissing and the third one appreciating the view.

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💖 rough kiss / hot and heavy / making out

Despite his short life and the war that sometimes weighed him down, Waxer had seen many amazing things in his life.

He had watched an aiwha calf, still smooth and unscarred, glide through the air alongside its mother, seen the brilliant shades of green of Naboo, and witnessed the tiny, pleased smile Boil does when he gets his first cup of caf in the morning.

There were several other things, memories of places and brothers that Waxer considered just as amazing or pretty or even breathtaking.

And this? This was yet another thing Waxer would add to that long list, eagerly so.

Because watching Boil devour Rex's mouth, holding the blond man's hands over his head, pinning them into the bulkhead was one of the prettiest things Waxer had seen in months. Boil and Rex's fingers were laced together but Waxer saw Rex's fingers twitch and curl every time Boil did something especially good, followed by low, breathless sounds of pleasure.

Waxer shifted against the wall to find a more comfortable position, the tightness of his beneath codpiece growing even tighter as Boil pushed his thigh between Rex's, the black kama flaring open as Rex eagerly spread his stance.

Then, Rex bit Boil's bottom lip, tugging it hard enough to make Boil groan. "F-fffuuuck," Boil swore when he was released, and Waxer could see the flush covering his cheeks, the way the color was slowly spreading all over his face and ears.

Rex, oh Rex wasn't any better with his face red as a Corellian apple.

But what had Waxer swallowing, his throat suddenly dry, was the heated look Rex was giving to Boil, those familiar dark eyes burning with desire.

Then that gaze turned to Waxer, pinning him down just as effectively as he might've physically.

"Waxer," Rex called, his voice husky and enticing, and Boil actually shuddered from the tone of it, fingers tightening their hold. "Kiss me, too."

Frozen, Waxer watched Rex lick his lips quickly, dark and kiss-swollen, and it was yet another sight that was going to sear itself into Waxer's memory.

Then Waxer was moving. Two steps and his hand grabbed Rex's jaw, turning it towards him and their mouths clashed in a rough kiss.

Waxer wasn't sure which one of them let out the breathless, elated moan. It could've been him but Waxer didn't care. Not when Rex kissed him back, hungry and eager and Boil started to suck Waxer's earlobe.

Watching Rex and Boil make out was pretty as hell but this was even better.

[petrifiedforests]

For the hurt/comfort prompts, I've got a couple ideas if you are interested:

15 "I'm going to be here when you wake up." Echo/Fives or Waxer/Boil

20 "Let's get you in the shower and we'll take it from there." Fox/Quinlan

Thank you for the lovely prompts!

You and @cacodaemonia had the same idea, great minds think alike :D

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clone Trooper Boil & Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars) Characters: Clone Trooper Boil (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Medic Waxer, Major Character Injury, Meet-Cute, the clone trooper way, Scout Boil Series: Part 5 of The grumpy one loves the sunshine one Summary:

Boil doesn't really feel like much of anything. Shock is a hell of a drug he's discovering. He's pretty sure that he's hurt. He must be or he wouldn't be staring at the sky in the middle of a mission.

Scout Boil's and Medic Waxer's first meeting

[oathkeeperoxas]

For the wip asks, 'sit' or 'dark'?

plenty of sit and dark references in my wips! I chose two sentences that made some sense even completely out of context 😊

from my codywan on tatooine series;

As he tucks his lightsaber into the small of his back, where it can sit without being seen, a memory nudges its way to the front of his mind – when Cody had crashed on Tatooine, Ben had felt an indescribable call out into the desert.

from my codywan whump bingo fic;

Umbara’s dark forests are shrouded with fog, thick enough that Cody could chew on it.

send me a word, and if it's in my wip I'll reply with the sentence it's in

[to-a-merrier-world]

For Spotify wrapped, #67?

caco! hi!🤗

#67 was “Mind Over Matter” by Young the Giant

[baraste-legacy]

So many excellent illustrations in each AO3 chapter… 😮

Chapter 5 is up. Here's the first illo: