#commander fox

[ninjababypowpow]

✨✨Foaf✨✨

[carrion-art]

Wolffe & Fox!

[foxika]

"most decorated clone in the grand army"

i 100% had snubton's story, you believe me like a god, on the mind. chapter 3 with scout had me on my knees. so you can consider this fanart of it. very abstract fanart...

[commander-fox-enthusiasts]

Just enjoy

[sneepity-snoop-snorpity-sneep]

#pan back to fox in his office furiously jabbing at datapad number two#oblivious#stuff explodes on coruscant more often than you'd think and thorn will ping him if it's important#(thorn was on chancellor guard duty but had been shooed off in favour of the CSF)#(one of the shinies had to commandeer water from a passing civvie because thorn laughed so hard he started to choke)#(he recognised the lime tooka sticker on the bottom of the murderpad in the picosecond before the impact)#coruscant guard#fox can have a little manslaughter as a treat

these tags are a gem

the image of an exhausted commander fox, sitting in his office, throttling a datapad and yelling WHY IS MY JOB SPREADSHEETS?? before yowling like a space banshee and frisbeeing the thing through the open window with all the force of kamino-guaranteed strength bolstered by buereaucratic rage, where the datapad sails merrily and speedily for a longer distance than many would credit before impacting with concussive force against the surprisingly soft skull of emperor palpatine, gladhanding for the press in the courtyard of the senate below

the resulting explosion is caught on many cameras

[flashthescalesian-art]

Thire, acting tough: You guys don't want to mess with me.  Fox: Yeah, Thire will straight up cry in public. Don't try him.  Thire: Exactly, I will straight up-  Thire:  Thire, tearing up: Fox, why would you say that?!

[cc1010fox]

Fox, shaving his face in his private fresher, stark naked, and not paying attention to the person who just opened the door: I'm running late, so you have one minute. Speak. Palpatine, who just ventured into the room for the first time: N-d-uh...Commander? Fox, snapping to attention: Y-yes, sir! Palpatine, glancing down: ...Thank the cloning technicians... Fox, raising a brow: I think it's Jango Fett you should be thanking for that, sir... Palpatine: !!! Uh, right...Uh...I forgot why I came here, so let us just forget this ever happened, shall we? Fox: ...Agreed, sir.

[dixieconley]

Thorn: You're not really evil at all! Fox: What? Who told you that? Give me their names or descriptions and a general location and I'll have them killed immediately. Thorn: ::tempted to start naming off senators:: Fox... I can see the tooka mug from here. I know the truth and it's that you're secretly hiding a soft squishy heart. Fox: ... Thorn: Do you know what the others are going to say when I tell them? This is priceless! Fox: Thorn. You made one mistake. Do you know what that is? Thorn: What? Fox: ::smiling evilly:: Not running while you had the chance.

[mis-mcgifsten]

He wears it well.

fox rolls up to palpatine’s office wearing this

[stealthetrees]

Commander Fox’s adopted child Jo has consumed my thoughts so I made some memes (some context)

[dragonsandwolvesohmy]

Could anyone recommend some fics with baby clones, aka Tubies??? Not an au where a character gives birth to a clone character, but with Obi-Wan or Cody or anyone interacting with the tubes and newborns on Kamino.

Just craving little bitty clones.

[izzystizzys]

Die Alone: The Coruscant Guard Christmas Special

All‘s calm and quiet on Coruscant, for once - the Senate‘s either gone home to celebrate the universally beloved Xeshmas with their closest, or is attending the annual festive bash at the Spakatomi Splaza buildings, sponsored by Chandrila. At 79’s, a horde of merry Commanders get together to bask in the Xeshmas spirit (red, green and white shots) and celebrate another year survived. But wait, Bacara groans into someone’s boots only thirty minute into their jolly bash, where the kriff is Fox? Ignored the invite again?

A strange feeling comes over Cody. He spent the entire day brooding, telling everyone who would listen that he has the strangest sensation of having forgotten something important and being told it can’t be that important if he’s forgotten it (Wooley) or to quit being such a partypooper (Rex). Now, it dawns on him.

He never sent that comm to Fox.

To be entirely fair, Fox probably couldn’t have attended either way - stuck as he is as the singular vod on babysitting shift at the empty Senate building. Still, it would’ve been nice to at least hear from some of the others, considering he saw them all loiter towards the clubbing district on security cams anyways. Now, here he sits and gathers dust - as a glorified secretary while his brothers are off partying or on security detail at Spakatomi Splaza.

Fox heaves a deep sigh and traces expletives in the thin film of dust on the reception desk. One positive of this whole thing - for once, he’s safe from being accosted and having slurs thrown at him by uppity senate staff, or, Force forbid, being called on a special mission by the Chancellor. He’s safely in his Nubian mansion by now, thank the Galaxy.

Thire and Ballsy are heading the party security, which, most ridiculous kriffing thing he’s had to assign troopers to in a long time. He would’ve doomed himself to it, but the Chancellor specially requested he man the desks and empty Senate. Fox is, after all, the best of the best.

Kriffing Xeshmas parties. Mothma, who’s usually capable of critical thought, specially requested they be in softshell for this assignment - to make their guests feel more comfortable and off the clock, she told Fox with a completely straight face.

Imagine that. Off the clock. Hah.

Fox is so busy watching the imaginary off-time he’s only heard of in dreams that he doesn’t even register the sudden plunge into darkness, until he starts to blink and his brain slowly comes back online.

Well, kriff.

With a heavy, internalized eyeroll, he flicks at his vambrace. Nothing. Taps for the light-controls. Nothing. Pokes at the screens of various pads.

Nothing.

…double-kriff.

With a much more external sigh, Fox heaves himself to his feet and attempts to manually flick on his helmet lights, only to grunt out a string of curses when he realizes they shorted out along with everything else. He gropes at his belt and -

Yup, magpack on the blaster too. Great.

Fox trudges through the empty, darkened corridors with all the enthusiasm of the world’s saddest glorified customer service worker, mentally cursing all the great forces at work to create this extraordinarly shit day for him.

Mothma for throwing stupid kriffing Xeshmas parties and requesting an unreasonable amount of softshell (!) Guard for it.

Palpatine for ordering him to babysit the Galaxy’s center of operations alone.

Cody and all the rest of them for not even kriffing pretending to invite him to anything anymore.

This stupid kriffing generator for deciding to kick it at the worst possible moment, and whoever was stupid enough to make the whole Senate power grid and comm access dependent on one single kriffing -

Fox freezes, all at once.

Voices. Plural. Outside.

Slowly, Fox creeps towards the slide doors leading outside. He pries them open gently, careful not to allow for a single creak or slip that could give him away. It’s more likely to be nothing than anything, but -

“ - enter from the trash chute, while Bossk takes the staff entrance on the other side and cover more ground that way. Bane, you will screw off the vent covers through the third floor exit and -“

“I know what I’m doing”, a deep, gravelly voice interrupts that sends shivers down Fox’ spine. He’d hoped he’d never have to encounter it outside a criminal court recording again - triple kriff. “I don’t need your lectures, Sing.”

“Touchy today, are we?”, Aurra Sing says, snidely, and it begins to dawn on Fox exactly how kriffed he really is. “Relax, Bane. We know what we’re doing. The Chancellor’s treasury doesn’t stand a chance in Sith-hell.”

A low, vibrating hiss answers her, trembling with laughter. Fox has to force himself to hold his breath to keep in the expletives that want to slip free, hands cold and clammy in his gloves.

“Alright, everyone on position. We wait an hour for the commotion to really get started over at Spakatomi, and then -“

Deciding he’s heard enough, Fox carefully shifts the sliding doors back closed and inches back through the hallways with his heart hammering in his chest. Kriff, kriff and double-kriff this stupid kriffing holiday - first thing he’s doing when he gets out of this alive is outlaw the very idea of Xeshmas for all acting GAR personnel, and then he’s going to shove a Nabooian fir-tree up the ass of Jango Fett’s kriffing ghost, because somehow, this too is his fault. Fox just knows it.

First, though, he’ll have to keep three of the Galaxy’s most infamous and deadly bounty hunters from stealing Republic secrets and treasures on his own.

(Somewhere, among the debris-littered ring of planetary satellites, a string of increasingly desperate comms waits to go through:

CC-4477: FOX

CC-4477: FOX HELP

CC-4477: FOOOOOOOX

CC-4477: THERE ARE SEPPIE TERRORISTS IN THE LOBBY THEY ARE BEATING UP ORGANA

CC-4477: I AMN HIDNG I TOLET

CC-4477: Sorry for that, Commander. The situation is back under control - I have acquired a bomb. I‘m sure you‘re right outside with the others setting up a perimeter - I‘ll keep the hostages safe, ori‘vod! :) -Thire)

[eclec-tech]

(Reblogging for the edits. This is now organized chaos!) 🦉

Caf shop, Coruscant, 2:30 am

I could get no rest and went to a all-night caf shop to have a drawing session, a nice caf-uccino and to cry a little bit, but I got distracted by one of those intimidating red armored guards, so I drew him 😱

Guess what!? He noticed and wanted a copy of this and HE GAVE ME HIS COMM 🙈 I‘m normal about that. Yeah, absolutely. I‘m shuddering only from lack of sleep, yes. Not because of this clone getting under my skin, no… ❤️‍🔥✨

READ THE WHOLE STORY:

@eclec-tech I‘m still not over this encounter you made me meet COMMANDER FOX AND HOW TO BE NORMAL ABOUT THAT 🫠 and I found some between time to (art-)process this dopamine ❤️‍🔥✨

Thank you so much, dear Amber, I hope you can see what your writing magic did to me 🥰🫶✨

I WAS THERE and I smelled the caf shop and the atmosphere, heared the passing speederbikes outside and armor is really loud when a trooper approaches How do they sneak?

And I had so much fun to find my hand font in aurebesh 😂 I don‘t know from which planet those glowing decoration plants (or fungi?) come from, but they‘re quite fancy and now I want one 🤩✨

Have a closer look 👀:

My personal ALT text mission (1 additional ALT text for a previous artwork with each new art posting!):

My single other writing fanart piece (until now, because writings can be really dangerous for me too intense too gold too heavy too much too magic )

Echo in the rain

Taglist: @lonewolflupe @bixlasagna @returnofthepineapple @sunshinesdaydream @covert1ntrovert @general-ida-raven @vrycurious @dystopicjumpsuit @chaicilatte @groguandthebadbatch @justanotherdikutsimp @ladylucksrogue and @ghostymarni @foxwithadarkside @feral-ferrule @nika6q for the shared Commander Fox fun ❤️‍🔥🦊

Did I say THANK YOU ❤️‍🔥🫠✨

Edit: what happens next! (Chapter 2 by Amber) 👀

Edit: and what happened after that (Chapter 3 by Eobe) 😂

[fangirlforeversthings]

Me when i encounter any fictional character whose face is hidden behind a mask/helmet and i can't see it

[fynsh]

Thorn had been caught in the crossfire of a dangerous mission and gotten injured. Their CMO had to shave one the side of his head in order to perform a procedure to save the commanders's eye sight.

Ever since waking up and being able to stay awake for more than a few minutes Thorn has been unusually subdued. It's more than the pain killers, even though he doesn't explicitly mention it, everyone visiting knows Thorn is feeling down. It's not hard to figure out that he feels less himself with missing a big chunk of his carefully maintained locks. And that he probably thinks it's stupid to mourn for hair that will grow back should he stay alive long enough.

Thorn's brothers decide to do something about the sadness he isn't ready to verbalize to them. So Stone and Fox rummage through the mounts of contraband they confiscated from natborns and GAR troopers alike as well as some of the Senator's unwanted gifts. They manage to procure some colorful woven bands and intricate pearls. Sadly the bigger hair clips would not fit under their buckets.

Eventually it's shy Thire taking all his courage and asking one of the Jedi he has seen wearing elaborate hair styles fit for duty for advice. Which is how he ends up being the vod to gently shave a clean line at Thorn's scalp and brush his locks with a comb the kind Jedi Knight had gifted him on top of scribbling down a detailed manual. Hound is in front of them, holding a mirror in one hand for Thorn to watch and the flimsi for Thire to read the instructions in the other. Grizzer is sprawled across crossed legs but her big head is occupying Thorn's lap. Even with the warm wet slobber sinking into his blacks and his hands grasping her head spikes Thorn can't take his eyes off Thire's careful movements in the mirror to look at Grizzer. She's a bit annoyed but her huff is met with Stone wiggling his slowly numbing legs, so she settles quickly.

When Thire finishes by weaving the last bead into the dark strands tying off a long braid he finally looks into the mirror catching Thorn's eyes. The quiet wonder and gratitude reflected back at him makes a smile stretch across his young face.

Thorn doesn't grow his hair back. He keeps the items his brothers found and occasionally asks one of them to rebraid his hair in a new way. Over time he realizes it's a relaxing almost meditative activity. So if an assignment gone wrong leaves someone's hands shaking he deems it a safe way to calm down his vode by asking for their help, all while making them focus on repetitive patterns sharing comfortable chatter and silence alike