#and what the commander deserves

[lady-quen]

Tonight, raising a toast to all the Commander X Trahearne ships out there

[raphaerolo]

This file is literally titled "kisskissfallinlove" in my procreate (very accurately) and ngl i got a little carried away with the lighting..

Edit: check out the finished work here

[izzystizzys]

As High Marshall Commander, a title foisted on him by the Galaxy’s fakest bitch aka Chancellor Palpatine, Fox theoretically has privileges and authorities like no other clone. In practice, he has a headache and gets ignored more obviously than before.

What he also has is a fancy new function on his personal comm unit modified to broadcast GAR-wide to all commanding officers, up to and including Jedi. It gathers dust next to his own modified button that sees much better use - a private channel to Stone, the only vod that will let Fox bitch at him to his heart’s content without hanging up (Thire) or bitching right back (Thorn).

It’s been a long shift of 72 hours, the maximum Stabby allows him to do without a well-placed hypo to the neck, when Fox finally collapses on his rickety cot in the Command quarters and hits the private comm connection to Stone without looking. He’s already rolling his eyes so hard it tweaks at the migraine that’s been building since hour 18 and heaving a put-upon sigh.

“Everyone is stupid, Stone, and asking to be thrown face-first from the Dome balustrades”, he begins, settling into a low, dead tone of voice to warm to the building monologue. It’s a marathon, not a sprint. “I swear to haran I’m going to wring Amedda’s stringy neck one of these days. I don’t know what magical Force gods his mother pissed off, but they made sure to punish her and the Galaxy at large a hundred times over. He sucks the joy and competence out of every room like a black hole of stupid. I’d call him a has-been, but I trust in the power of nepotism and also just don’t believe he ever was. I swear he’s doing it on purpose and - oh, kriffing Sith-damned hells, you know who’s definitely doing it on purpose?! The kriffing Chancellor, that wrinkly ass-faced ballsack!”

Taking a deep breath, Fox lets that sit in his chest for a moment, indulging in the feeling of bright weightlessness. “I swear he’s trying to keep the war going - no one man can be that incompetent and still draw breath, not even Amedda or Taa. Goddamn Taa - but anyways, kriffing hell, Stone, either the senility isn’t an act or he’s a bad cartoon villain from Dooby Scoo. Yes Sir, sending Senator Amidala to a Seppie-infested planet for negotiations is a great idea after her fourth bomb threat of the week. No Sir, I can’t hear you cackling evilly with Count Dooku under your lame two-credit robe as you’re definitely not colluding with the Republic’s enemies. What, you have a red lightsaber?! Oh, of course I don’t know what that means, I was dropped on the head as a tubie!”

Barely pulling in a harsh breath, Fox continues, palms pressing into his eyeballs hard enough to cause sparks. “And speaking of lightsabers and senile fucks, haran smite my ass off but who the kriff thought it’d be a good idea to give absolute tactical and military authority to the kriffing eldritch space monks! The Force didn’t bless them with the collective good sense it gave to a kriffing rock, and I’m tired of pretending otherwise! Has anyone kriffing read the Theed Convention of Sentient Rights in Wartimes?! NO?!! Well, color me UNSURPRISED, because war crimes ARE NOT! GOOD! BATTLE! TACTICS!!”

“They run around in crop tops, Stone, in crop tops! Oh, the Force provides - WELL I’M GOING TO PROVIDE MY FOOT UP YOUR ASS, AND IT’S GOING TO HURT BECAUSE YOU’RE NOT WEARING KRIFFING ARMOUR!”

“Sure, let’s send the preteens into active warzones under heavy artillery in kriffing party wear! Surely nothing will ever go wrong! And give them commanding positions equivalent to CC-clones, WHO WERE LITERALLY GENETICALLY CREATED FOR IT! WITH A DECADE OF INTENSE TRAINING! LET’S DO THAT, BECAUSE WE’RE ALL KRIFFING STUPID!”

He’s gesturing wildly at the ceiling now, face heating up as his blood boils beneath the surface. “And you know what really gets my lowers in a twist, apart from the preteen commanding officers and blatant kriffing high treason and war profiteering?! Is it the complete lack of recognition? Gratitude? Basic sentient rights?! No, Stone, no, I would take all that in stride if it meant I never had to see Skywalker and Amidala kriffing canoodle right in front of me again, and pretend like it isn’t the galaxy’s worst conflict of interest case in the making!”

“By all levels of Sith-hell, what the kriff is wrong with that woman? You have it all, you could have anyone, and you choose that twatwaffle?! And then they have the gall to lock themselves in a broom closet for twenty minutes straight and have me guard it! ‘Oh yes, Senator, naturally we all go rattling brooms with our good friends! Nothing dodgy happening at all! I definitely believe you were looking for detergent and have used a washing machine before!’ The absolute nerve on those two! And then last week - you’ll never believe this - High General Windu passed by, and I swear he looked like he wanted to throw himself off the roof! I’ve never been less impressed by anyone in my life, and I’m batch-mates with Bly!”

“Speaking of Bly, that little bitchtit - if I have to edit one more, one more kriffing propaganda piece of him staring at General Secura’s bits, I’m going to stab my eye out! And if I have to edit one more of Secura staring at his bits, I’m going to stab the other one out! The only good thing I have to say about them is they’re more subtle than Skywalker and Amidala, which means nothing really. I will never understand that woman - but then she’s worked with Jar Jar Binks for a decade and not had a nervous breakdown, so she either has nerves of steel or is on some good-ass drugs.”

“Girl, your choices. And you know what else is a choice? Kote kriffing roundhouse-kicking heads off droids when he has a perfectly good blaster right there! I don’t know what the Longnecks put in his tube, but I hope to kriff it’s not contagious. I’d say I’m glad he has Kenobi to keep him in check, but that man wouldn’t know common sense if it punched his nose clean off his face. Flirting with General Grievous, ugh. I’d say he can do better, but honestly, they deserve each other.”

“And Wolffe - “, panting, Fox pauses, considering. “Well, Wolffe is an asshole and stupid, and I hate him because he’s stupid and has a stupid face. Also he keeps drunkenly submitting adoption paperwork on General Koon’s behalf - I wish I could say something mean about that, but honestly, his existence is roast enough. Anyways, bitches are trying me today, and by bitches I mean everyone. Commander Fox signing off to go not commit treason, unfortunately.”

Thoroughly powered out, Fox sinks into his hard mattress with a deep sigh. Several seconds of silence reign, and then his comm unit starts blaring in alarm.

Somewhere in the Jedi Temple, Mace Windu is knocked flat on his ass by a gargantuan shatterpoint exploding.

[catsharky]

The Joker comic I talked about is finally here!

I can't lie, I was pretty disappointed with how the reunion with Joker went in ME2. Out of all the characters, his should have been the most emotionally impactful (he saw Shepard die!!) yet all we got was "Sup?" as though Joker wouldn't have spent the 2 years dealing with insane survivor's guilt. Well to that I say pthhbt. My Shepard would have been beside herself seeing him again for the first time, so he's getting hugged whether he likes it or not.

Also while this is technically part of my ongoing Shakarian comic, please feel free to interpret this as romantic as well as platonic.

Part 1 • Previous Part • Interim Comic 2

[heilos]

Don't mind me I'm just emotionally devastated by a black and red cartoon hedgehog and the loss of his human sister that he cared so so sooo much about in an insanely tragic event. I'm okay, i'm soooo normal and okay about episode 3 of Dark Beginnings at 3 AM yup yup super chill and so totally good and functional. :)

[pomidorfriend]

God, the queer shipping has gotten its wins recently.

Funny that those aren't even the top of the iceberg of my ships, so I had to exclude all media marketed as gay (Heartstopper), all non anglo-american media (like the Untamed), all WLW (Xena), all cartoons (Yuri on Ice), and everything else I forgot. Ah the shipping life is so rich.

[the-bi-space-ace]

My partner had the cutest idea and I just have to share it with you.

Rex was so strict as a cadet. He tried hard to prove himself, stuck to the rules, made sure everything he did was in line with regulation.

However, a few command track clones took Rex under their wing: Cody, Wolffe, Fox, Bly, and Ponds. They knew Rex needed to relax a bit. He needed to have a bit of fun, not just stick to the regulations, so they kept trying to get Rex to play with them. Games like cards or more physical games like tag instead of having to run laps every time they did cardio.

Little baby cadet Rex was not having it. He was too nervous to step outside of the lines so they came up with an ingenious plan.

“It’s training, Rex!” Cody would say and he’d tilt his head to the side in suspicion.

“It looks like a card game.” Rex would throw back. Which is when one of the others would step in to say that it ‘tests your reaction time’ or ‘helps you strategize.’ He gave in, of course, and let them pull him away from responsibilities too many times to count.

He loosened up as he got older, realized that part of life is goofing off and having some fun. He didn’t have to be ‘perfect’ for them to still love him.

And imagine, down the line when Rex meets a trooper a lot like himself when he was younger. Someone who knows the regs front to back, can recite them without a second thought, and is tied at the hip with someone that would follow his lead anywhere. Someone who is still trying to prove himself and now wants to work extra hard in the 501st to be the best he can be.

Imagine the first time Rex strolls into the training gym and stops them in the middle of a spar and doesn’t like the way Echo’s back straightens like he’s about to get in trouble. Think about how he sighs and says:

“Boys, I think it’s time you got some more specialized training.” And Fives and Echo look at each other, confused but intrigued by what in the galaxy ‘specialized training’ even means. The only warning he gives is the same one he got from Cody as a cadet. “Don’t let me catch you.” before he takes off after them.

It’s tag. They’re playing tag. And it’s silly and a little stupid but by the time they’re done everyone is out of breath and they’re all half dead because their lungs are screaming at them but everyone is smiling and that’s really good enough for Rex.

He thinks of all the times a simple, silly game was called ‘training’ and he had to be tricked into it by people who love him and he knows he’ll do the same to make these two primarily Echo loosen up and get comfortable with their place in the 501st.

They have a lot to learn, but Rex knows they’ll make him proud. Whether or not they can win a game of tag- oh, wait, I’m sorry - whether or not they can win a ‘training exercise’ or a ‘spar’. They’ll get comfortable. And he’s sure there will be times they’ll make his life hell just like he did to everyone who helped him find his place.

It’s part of growing up and finding your people and figuring out who you are, your place in it all. Rex is more than happy to help.

[starwarjotta]

someone say... Codywan cuddles? the trope "we gotta share a bunk or we'll freeze to death on this icy hellscape of a planet and we can only share with each other because of our rank" is... I live for that, I absolutely LIVE for it and one of my absolute favorite fics for this trope is glimmerglanger's Make Your Bed (Lie in It), so if you haven't read it yet, DO IT NOW, THERE'RE SO MANY CUDDLES

[flyndragon]

did we ever get to see Rex, Wolffe, or Gregor comment on the gunsaber? Writing a time travel fic and i can't help but feel deep in my heart that clones would fucking LOVE the gunsaber.

especially cody, to obi-wan's horror

[the-greatest-8]

Cody was in despair. He was ruined. He was as good as dead- and it was all his Generals fault. General Obi-wan Kenobi, who up until this point Cody could say with full certainty was the best thing that could have happened to him and his men- had picked up a new habit. It was driving Cody crazy. What was this nightmare that had Cody losing his mind?

His General had taken to biting his bottom lip, a subconscious, innocent habit born out of stress; Cody was the one stressed now. The Jedi in question was in front of him, staring intently at his datapad- most likely one of the millions of reports they had to swipe through. Cody on the other hand?

Cody was desperately trying to hold onto his sanity as he watches his General occasionally abuse his bottom lip; giving it a delightful red and swollen look. They were the only ones around, most of the 212th had retired for the night, and the skeleton crew remaining were far off closer to the controls. This did not help Cody with his wandering imagination.

As if sensing Cody's inner turmoil- and he realizes with a muted horror that he probably can sense it- the frustrating temptation looks up at Cody, confused. "Are you well dear?" The General inquires, a concerned expression making it's way to his face, his lips turning in a slight frown.

Cody desperately fights back the insane urge to kiss that expression off the his face- He needs to stop that thought there. Cody clears his throat, "I'm fine sir" he says, knowing damn well he is a liar who lies.

The Jedi hums for a moment, squinting at Cody as if to say he doubts that, and thankfully returns to his reading.

He is so screwed.

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Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

[leon-anna]

Here we have our dear commanders Fox and Thorn enjoying the perks of the job. They were out getting lunch and happened upon a few older ladies struggling to put their luggage in their speeder. Fox and Thorn took time out of their day to make sure that everything was put neatly inside the women's trunk. This earned them dessert at a nearby ice cream shop as a "thank you". Thorn is trying some Nectrose Freeze and Fox is indulging his addiction by eating highly caffeinated caf flavoured ice cream.

Aren't they cute 🥰🥺😍 Leon really captured their rain cloud(Fox)🌧️ and sunshine(Thorn)🌞 vibe!

[cloned-eyes]

jenot

i'm hurting myself here

[varpusvaras]

The not final but kinda comprehensive list of the main reasons I ship Bail/Breha/Fox

They are all underused and/or underappreciated by either the canon and/or fanon

They all deserved a lot better

Fox is my poor meow meow and he deserves to be held good. I think that would fix him

Bail and Breha are the most stable people in all of the Galaxy and I think Fox would like that. Stable people who know what they are doing

The Organas radiate the strongest "looking for a third"-energy I have ever seen

I think they would absolutely love to have someone like Fox and metaphorically nurse him back to health

Despite Bail and Breha being the most stable people in the entire Galaxy, they are both absolutely unhinged. Fox ends up somehow being the most level-headed of all three of them. He has no idea how that happened either. I just think that's funny.

[izzystizzys]

clone wars au where fives survives because fox is a disaster and people care about him (derogatory)

aka he hasn‘t slept in 72 hours and while every corrie understands why, that doesn’t mean they have to like it. plus, he already has borderline braindamage from not getting more than five hours’ sleep a night the whole duration of the war, and all the strange injuries and electrostaff burns he keeps showing up with, stabby the clone medic reasons. also bone density is a concern with the half-rations the guard is consistently on, so really this is all a very reasonable emergency measure, he says and cuffs fox to a cot.

yes of course, meathook and rabid nod, who pounced on the commander and pinned him for stabby and his sedation hypo the second he came through the door. very reasonable.

hnngfnhfjfj, fox grunts in the corner, already halfway to insensate. thorn, who knows better than to protest lest he become the next target of stabby’s ire, nods along while switching to fox’s armour.

which is also how palpatine gets himself caught, because of course ‘cc-1010’ activates exactly nothing in thorn’s brain except maybe alarm bells for rancid kriffing vibes, and by the time the chancellor orders him to switch off his blaster’s stun setting and terminate the ‘faulty unit’ at all costs, he’s already recording the interaction and sending it as an attachment to the whole guard command staff as well as the jedi temple.

[deimcs]

DRAGON AGE: ORIGINS companions + the Grey Warden armor.

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

As requested, a gif set of Vincent Price as Baka -

The Ten Commandments (1956)