#rip waxer

[deathxxfandom]

[laughhardrunfastbekindsblog]

Finished the Umbara arc tonight and...

I rewatched this specific shot, like, twelve times 😍😍😍

Nice to have moments like this when, you know, other scenes come up...

"Live to fight another day, boys." 💔

"Everyone, stop firing! We're shooting at our own men! Look, we're clones! WE'RE ALL CLONES!" 😭😭😭

Thank heavens for Rex being as observant as he is, noticing the tiny bit of chin showing under the fallen clone's helmet, and going to investigate 💔

So now that I'm sufficiently sad, next up is the slavery story...

[illustratingari]

Me watching any Star Wars animated show:

Me: SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP [insert clone] D*ED BRING HIM BACKKK

Mom: It’s just a cartoon stop crying!

Me: YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND! YOU’LL NEVER UNDERSTAND!

[techs-goggles9902]

Waxer Wednesday!

Wdym he died? HE SURVIVED UMBARA, REUNITED WITH NUMA, AND IS LIVING ON A QUIET LITTLE WORLD, NO EMPIRE, JUST HAPPY.

[clonememesfrikyeah]

Rip Rex 😔

[mysteria157]

Amateur

Nanami Kento x Reader

a/n: writing prompt game with a writer friend that turned into something funny. Pro tip: dont wax yourselves if you can help it.

**Also: while I am so happy you all like this, this was a collaboration. Some words are mine, some are theirs. But all of it is a collective appreciation of the man that is Nanami Kento 💕**

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You cursed at the calendar, striking off your wax appointment-- today-- with strictly more force than necessary. While you knew Kento cared not which form he received you in, sleek or fuzzy, you couldn't help grieving the loss of the excited shiver he would give when his hand slipped down between peach-soft folds.

You tapped your nails on the wall, one hand planted on your hip. There was a beauty store nearby-- a big one. How hard could waxing yourself be? Surely?

Two hours later, lying half-naked on the sofa with your right labia stuck to your inner thigh with wax, and shrieking every time you tried to wax yourself free, you wondered if ending your life was the easier or harder way out.

This is fine.

You’re almost done right?

You move your thigh, howling into the air as dried wax pulls your skin in a way that’s not natural, reminding you that no you are not almost done.

Ittakes you another excruciating half hour to free one of your folds, angry tears collecting like dew drops in your eyes. You curse to the ceiling, squaring your shoulders for a battle you’ve started, hot wax ready to go when the front door jiggles.

"I'm home." Monotone, flat-- done for the day, as Kento often was. Unbeknownst to him, the horrors were yet to continue. He blinked, unseeing as he shucked off his shoes, his glasses, his work jack--

Kento froze, his gaze fixed on you. The barest widening of his eyes; the slightest flare of his nostrils. He drank you in; legs spread, sweating, one fuzzy labia and one bare.

He cleared his throat, and began, mild and flat, "Goodness me. It must be my lucky day."

“A lucky day for you, is turning out to be miserable for me,” you whine, grabby fingers reaching for him over the cusp of the sofa. “I’ve made a mistake.”

“You saved some for me. I’m pleased.”

As he strolls into your view, he meets your glare, soaking in the flush of your cheeks, the slight twitch of your legs to hide yourself.

Kento knelt before you. He assessed the damage, and noted that you'd (bravely or foolishly) plastered both of your labia with hot wax. Now, in the wake of your hellish first tug of the wax, you were forced to confront the reality of a second.

Kento sighed, barely a huff of air through his nose. He rolled up his sleeves, to your frantic head shakes, and his slow head nods. His voice rumbled through you.

"I hate to berate you at a time like this--"

"--but you're going to anyway--"

"-- but this was…avoidable."

You scoffed. His impassiveness was a thin veneer. You squealed, trying to clamp your legs shut as he batted your thighs aside, effortlessly settling himself between them, and anchoring your labia with one hand, while grabbing the edge of the wax with the other.

"You should know," Kento lied, a glimmer in his eyes, "that I take no pleasure from this."

With critical accuracy, Kento ripped.

You shrieked, soul shaking, windows rattling with the threat the shatter. Distantly, you think of every wax appointment you’ve rescheduled, taking for granted the quick efficiency of your waxer, convinced you could actually do this on your own.

By the time the ringing in your ears subsides, you pick up the subtle ruffling of pressed fabric. Flickering teary eyes over to your husband, you resist the urge to reach over and smack.

He’s laughing, muffled in deep rich puffs, his shoulders moving with barely contained glee. He holds up the evidence of your misery, a white strip with barely any peach fuzz collected with thick wax.

“Stop laughing,” you hiss, swinging a weak arm in his direction.

Kento dodged you the first time, then let you land the second smack, as penance for his sins. Still, the mirth collected as tears in his eyes. He coughed, wiped his lash line, and looked at you with adoration.

"I love you," he rumbled, trying not to laugh, "but you're an idiot. And I have a serious question for you."

"What?" You asked him, wary and panting.

"Do you want me to wax your ass, or…?"

Smack.

[izzystizzys]

Half the jobs Fox is sent on are not within his jurisdiction. This certainly isn’t.

Planetary protection unit, they said. Military police. Orbital security force.

And now Fox is being pointed at Count Dooku on some backwater planet and told to fetch. How the mighty have fallen.

He’s pretty sure Kenobi, Skywalker and their units could’ve karked this all up perfectly fine on their lonesome; they don’t need three Guardsmen there to watch them do it. But the Chancellor says jump and Fox surpressed the urge to bash his head in with a durasteel chair. So it goes.

Which is when things start going terribly, terribly wrong, of course.

“Is that Spinder?!”, Skywalker exclaims, arms wheeling out in the air wildly to try and catch his balance. “The Count fucks?!”

Across the room, Cody rips his helmet off, several shades redder than a baseline human should be. “The Count fucks my brother?!”

Two lightsticks hover uselessly in the air, Skywalker’s zig-zagging in a relentless hum with his gesturing. Fox stands stock-still, in the hope that maybe he’ll spontaneously turn invisible if he does. Around them, 501st and 212th troopers gape through helmets. Behind him, Nuisance gasps for air amidst screaming laughter.

Ping, went Fox’s comm unit, in that unmistakeable lascivious jingle sound. Ping, answered Count Dooku’s within a split second. Match found close by.

For a moment, Fox considers what it would be like to run at the Count’s lightsaber at full speed.

…not like that.

“Count”, Kenobi says, with a face like he’s bitten into a rotten fruit. Not that Fox knows what fruit tastes like. “This is a highly… unexpected development.” He fwoosh-es his lightsaber shut, obviously having given up on fighting. “I’d call it a conflict of interest, but I’m not sure that applies?”

“Oh, it’s gonna be a conflict of something, for sure”, Cody hisses, fists clenched at his sides. He looks about ready to boil over, with Crys and Waxer inching closer in preparation. “What have you done to my brother, you monster?!”

“I don’t think you want to know that, Commander”, Nuisance gasps out between barks of laughter, proving why he’s eternally Fox’s least favourite. Cody’s splotchy red complexion slowly fades into ghostly white as a sheen of horror settles over the room. “Thanks for the fancy chocolate bouquet last week, Count!”

Dooku, who has been thus far staring at the floor with an empty thousand-klick stare, looks up at that. Fox has seldom seen a man that defeated outside of the mirror, he has to admit - but shudders when he remembers exactly what the chocolates were for.

Oh Force, he’s sexted Count Dooku into buying him gifts. Does that make him a Seppie spy? Traitor by proxy?

“I feel”, says the Count, gravely, still holding his long red laserknife in a white-knuckled death-grip, “that I have been taken for a fool.”

“Uh”, says Fox, nervously. All eyes snap to him. Oh Force, oh Force, oh Force. They’re going to invent a whole new kind of decommissioning for this and name it after Fox.

“Is it really scamming if you actually get what you pay for?”, asks Grids, considering. Fox slowly pulls off his helmet just for the comforting feeling of burying his head in his gloved palms. The sounds of a struggle ensue, and Kenobi makes a choked-off noise. Maybe if he’s embarrassed enough he’ll give himself an aneurysm.

“Grandmaster, why are you paying people for naked pictures of themselves on the holonet?!” Kenobi asks, despairingly. “Aren’t you a little old for that?”

“Oi, no one said I was naked!”, Fox exclaims, head whipping up.

“So naked”, Nuisance laughs, palm thumping against the floor. He might be crying.

“I’m not decrepit”, the Count blusters, and Skywalker makes a gagging noise. “I have - there are needs, and they are perfectly natural!” It takes three troopers to restrain Cody from launching himself at the Count.

[barcaatthemoon]

“i trust you. do it.” with kk harvey?

wax on, wax off || caroline harvey x reader ||

caroline laid on her stomach with her feet kicking behind her as she watched you. it was routine for you to do your own waxing. you had all the resources and skills that you needed. in your eyes, there was no reason for you to go out and blow extra money when you could do it yourself.

"does it hurt?" caroline asked you.

"babe, you've been waxed before. you know what it feels like," you laughed. caroline pushed herself up and off of the bed. you were pretty much finished with yourself, but there was just enough wax left in the pot for you to do a bit extra if caroline asked. you always made sure to set aside from, never knowing if she'd finally ask.

"well yeah, but you doing it to yourself changes things. also, this isn't what it looks like when i make appointments," caroline said. you sighed as you turned to face her.

"give me your arm," you told her. caroline looked a little nervous, but she stuck her arm out anyway. you placed a little bit on a spot on her forearm. "ready?"

"yeah, i trust you. do it." caroline kept her eyes squeezed shut. you thought it was sort of funny and wondered if she did this at the waxer's. you ripped away the wax, and caroline's fist clenched.

"that wasn't too bad, right?"

"nope, not at all," caroline answered. she quickly turned away, and you pretended not to hear the way her voice went up a bit.

[dystopicjumpsuit]

The Night Before Someday

A/N: Happy (slightly belated) birthday to my dearest @wings-and-beskar! I wrote you some smut. 💛

Pairing: Cody x Reader (GN)

Rating: M - Minors DNI

Wordcount: 1.6K

Warnings and tags: fluff; roofies mentioned in passing; somebody other than Cody tries to hit on you; SMUT; oral sex; teasing; minor dom/sub dynamics; orgasm delay; established secret/forbidden relationship.

Summary: Did you read “Someday” and feel a burning desire to know what happened the night before? Look no further! This is that fic.

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79’s was hot, loud, and crowded. The heavy beat of dance music pulsated through the dense, smoky air of the club. The 212th was on shore leave, and you could swear that all 42,000 troopers in the battalion were currently either in line for the bar or grinding on the dance floor. You weren’t the only nat-born officer in the place, but you still stood out in the sea of clones, and every so often a drunken trooper would hoot your name or cheer raucously as you passed.

The energy was frenetic. To tell the truth, dance clubs weren’t really your usual scene, but it was the first night of leave, and it was expected that the senior command staff would put in an appearance. It wasn’t so bad, though; the troopers were rowdy but unfailingly respectful, and as you headed back to your table after braving the line at the bar for a refill, one of your very favorite trios found you and pulled you inexorably into their orbit. 

“Didn’t think we’d see you here tonight, Major,” Wooley said as he slung his arm over your shoulders with an easy (if somewhat wobbly) smile.

“Why not?” you asked.

“Figured you’d have somethin’ better to do than hang out with the same faces you see all day every day,” Waxer grinned.

“What could possibly be better than this?” you asked, gesturing at the sticky, sweaty crowd.

“Probably just about any nat-born cantina,” Boil replied.

“Oh, we have more than our share of shitty dives,” you replied. “Plus my chances of having my drink roofied are probably lower here than just about any bar in the galaxy.”

“‘Specially with us watching your back,” Wooley said. He was slurring his words a bit, and his arm was ridiculously heavy on your shoulders, but you had a feeling his night was just getting started.

“Surprised you aren’t at the table with the rest of the command staff,” Boil remarked.

“I was on my way back when you waylaid me,” you laughed.

“Eh, we’re more fun anyway,” Waxer said with a charming smile.

Privately, you couldn’t help but agree, not that you would ever, ever say it out loud. Waxer, Boil, and Wooley didn’t have to worry about presenting a dignified facade the way the senior officers—including you—did. 

You drew a breath to reply, and suddenly, a Mirialan tripped and stumbled into you. She righted herself quickly, apologizing profusely in an Outer-Rim trade language. You replied fluently in the same language, reassuring her and asking if she was all right. She nodded and excused herself quickly, and as she left, you checked to make sure she hadn’t swiped your credits.

“Kriff, it’s hot when you do that,” Wooley said, leaning a little closer to your ear.

“What, check to make sure someone didn’t rip me off?” you laughed.

“No, when you speak Sy Bisti or whatever that was,” he replied.

“Meese Caulf,” you said.

“I don’t know how the commander keeps his hands off you when you’re translating for him,” Wooley said a little over-loudly.

Yeah, he’s definitely had enough to drink, you thought.

If you were honest, you liked Wooley just fine. He was sweet and funny, he had great hair, and he looked like… well… a clone trooper. Enough said. You might have considered reciprocating his interest if it weren’t for two very important factors. One: you outranked him by several degrees, and you’d have felt weird about it even if it weren’t officially forbidden for you to fraternize with him. Ironic, all things considered. 

Two—

“Because I don’t fancy a court martial, and I suspect the major doesn’t either, so I’d suggest you keep your hands to yourself,” a voice said from just behind you.

His tone was mild, but all four of you snapped to attention instinctively, and Wooley dropped his arm and put several inches in between himself and you for good measure.

“Yes, sir! Sorry, sir,” Wooley said sheepishly.

“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to,” Commander Cody replied. 

“Er, sorry, Major,” Wooley mumbled.

You kept a perfectly straight face as you reassured Wooley, then extricated yourself from the group and made your way back to the command staff’s table with Cody. 

Once you were out of earshot, you asked, “Court martial? Don’t you think that’s a bit excessive?”

Cody arched a quizzical brow. “Just looking out for my officers.”

“Careful, Commander. People might start thinking you have an interest beyond strict professionalism.”

Under the guise of steering you around a group of rowdy, drunken troopers, Cody rested his hand on your lower back, and you felt his fingertips graze your bare skin, just beneath the hem of your shirt.

“We can’t have that,” he murmured. He leaned in slightly to whisper in your ear. “I wish I could dance with you.”

You suppressed a smile. “How much longer do we need to keep up this charade before we sneak back to my flat?”

“One more drink ought to do it,” he said. 

You glanced down at your cocktail. “Mine’s already half gone. I’ll leave first so nobody suspects.”

“You know, Wooley was right about one thing. You are hot as kriff.” He pressed his fingers into your back gently, then withdrew his hand as you approached the table where the rest of the senior command waited. “Door code still the same?”

“Always.”

You were in the kitchen chugging the galaxy’s largest glass of water when you heard the front door swish open. By the time it closed again, you were already in Cody's arms. As your lips met, he picked you up and spun you around until you shrieked with laughter. When he set you down, he held you steady until you regained your footing, then slid his hand up your back to hold your head as he leaned his forehead against yours and took a deep, slow breath in and out.

“Hello,” you smiled.

“Hello,” he replied. “I missed you.”

“It's only been an hour,” you pointed out.

“An eternity.” He kissed along your jaw until he reached your ear, whispering, “A lifetime.”

You shivered as his breath tingled across your skin. “Welcome home.”

A quiet rumble of pleasure sounded in his chest at your words. “Let's go to bed.”

“Tired?” you teased.

He slid his hands down your body to grip your ass, pulling you hard against him. “Not even a little bit.”

That’s a kriffing lie, you thought, knowing exactly how busy and exhausted he was, but you weren’t about to call him on it when his lips tasted so perfect, and his body felt so strong and solid and warm, and his hands roamed over you, touching and teasing and exploring. You didn’t even notice that he was expertly guiding you backward through your flat until he leaned you slowly back onto your mattress.

“Excellent diversionary tactics, Commander,” you said as he kissed down your throat and sternum, deftly unbuttoning your top as he progressed.

“Mm,” he murmured, unzipping your trousers and sliding them down your hips. “That’s Marshal Commander.”

Your laugh turned into a gasp as he tugged your underwear out of the way and his tongue caressed your skin. 

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous,” he whispered, gazing up your body as he stroked his fingers over you softly. He trailed kisses down your pelvis and swirled his tongue over your sex. “I could never taste you enough.”

Oh, gods, but he tried. He devoured you with all the skill and passion of a man deprived too long. He took his time, luxuriating in your smooth skin, your warmth, your scent, your taste, your quiet moans, your desperate whimpers, your frantic squirming beneath his lovely mouth. 

Ever the strategist, he used every tool at his disposal in his relentless pursuit of your pleasure: fingers, tongue, lips—even his teeth: grazing them gently across your tender flesh, then smoothing his tongue over you in soft, comforting strokes. He drew you closer and closer to your climax, refusing to hurry, even when your whimpers and moans gave way to pleading and sobbing as heat pulsed relentlessly through your veins, so close: so close, and yet just out of reach. 

And then—he stopped.

You nearly screamed in frustration. “Damn it, Cody!”

“Manners,” he chided.

You growled. “I am going to get revenge for this.”

“I have no doubt,” he replied, kissing you softly and then brushing his thumb over his swollen lips. “Now ask nicely.”

You gritted your teeth and took a deep breath. “Please, sir, will you let me come?”

He gave you a devilish smile and lowered his head back down to your body, devouring you with renewed enthusiasm, and within seconds, he brought you to the precipice.

“Please, please, please,” you chanted.

He groaned, a deep, gravelly sound that vibrated on your skin, and with a dexterous movement of his fingers, he pushed you over the edge. You let out a hoarse cry, for once not concerned about keeping your volume down, as your hips thrust up off the mattress. He pressed you back down as he kept going, eagerly taking everything you had to give, until you were twitching and writhing helplessly beneath him.

At last, when he’d wrung every last drop of pleasure from your body, you fell back, breathing hard as you slowly relaxed against the pillows. He looked up at you with a self-satisfied grin, and you narrowed your eyes vindictively. Wrapping your legs around him, you flipped both of you over so he was lying on his back beneath you, gazing up at you with blatant adoration.

“My turn,” you murmured.

Didn't read "Someday"? It's here, and it's fluffy as hell!

[meshla-cyarika]

Romance on Felucia

Pairings: Cody x AFAB!reader

Word count: 1,112

Tags/warnings: 18+ only! Established relationship, fingering, penetration, p in v, neck kissing

Summary: It's been a long week and all Cody wants to do is look after you.

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The sun is sinking into the horizon, painting the Felucia town in yellow, orange and red. If you were to look up, you'd be able to see the shadow of the venators hanging just out of orbit.

A sigh leaves your lips and you roll your shoulders to try and get rid of all the kinks and knots. It's been a long week. Atleast the Felucia people allowed you and the rest of the Republic troops to reside in their town for as long as you need. The houses Obi-Wan and yourself were given aren't the most glamorous houses in the galaxy, but they're the best that they could offer. It's the thought that counts and you'll honestly accept anything over sleeping on the floor.

The wooden door creaks on it's hinges, as you pull it open and push it shut behind you.

"Wondered when you would turn in for the night." Cody stands from the desk he was working at and strides across the room to encapsulate you in a deep embrace. A content sigh slips past your lips, as you wrap your arms around him in return. Cody, your beautiful cyare, is the only thing that's made this campaign bearable.

You release a hum in response, too busy savouring the feeling of him pressed agaisnt you without his plastoid in the way.

"That bad, huh?" Cody chuckles, pulling away from the hug to place his hands either side of your face. You push yourself onto your tiptoes to press your lips against his. Cody hums into the kiss moving in the familiar dance you both share. The kiss was supposed to be chaste and tame, but as Cody nips at your bottom lip, you can't help but willingly open your mouth, clumsily following his movements.

"Cody." You pull away and he just moves onto your neck, sucking marks that Kenobi and your Commander will inevitably tease you about.

"Hmm?"

"Wanna shower," Cody pulls away from your neck to give you his best bedroom eyes, "as in a proper shower."

"Can I still join you?" He asks.

"Sure," he places a kiss on your forehead, "you stink too." A yelp escapes your lips, when he pinches your waist.

You leave your saber on a nearby table and walk into the bathroom with Cody following. You don't even get the chance to raise your hands, before Cody is skillfully untying your robes.

As soon as your last garment hits the floor, you step under the shower head and set it to just the right temperature.

Cody steps in behind you and begins massaging your shoulders, causing you to let out a grateful hum. "You're really tense."

"Jinx and Tune have befriended your pair of chuckle brothers. They make me want to rip my hair out of my own head." You say in reference to Boil and Waxer.

"Yeah, they'll do that." Cody can't help the chuckle that escapes his lips at the thought of his brothers tormenting you.

The silence that follows is soothing. The hot water combined with Cody's hands manages to smooth out all the knots in your muscles. Your arms ache from the constant movement of using your saber, along with moving debri and supplies out of the way. So, when you fail to wash your hair completely twice, Cody takes over.

You let yourself enjoy the sensation of his fingers working through your hair for a few minutes, but then you become hyper aware of his half hard dick occasionally bumping agaisnt your hip. You had originally thought that you were so exhausted that you couldn't even get aroused, but it seems he's always able to prove you wrong.

There's still suds sliding down your back, when you turn around and slot your mouth against his. He kisses you back like he's been suppressed from physical touch for years. You allow him to back you up agaisnt the shower wall and you almost wince at how cold the tiles are.

"Someone's earger." You say between hot, open-mouthed kisses.

"You started it." He says back, before raising one of your legs to hook around his waist and you take that as a signal to take the leap of faith into his arms. Cody holds the back of your thighs, as your ankles cross behind his back. "What happened to being tired?"

"Guess you're going to have to tire me back out, Commander." You purr agaisnt his ear. A borderline growl resonates in his throat and he doesn't hesitate to sink his index and middle finger knuckle deep into your cunt. A wail rips from your throat and you lean your head back agaisnt the cool tiles.

"Been thinking about you all day." He curls his finger just at the right angle, tearing a moan from you. "Sat in that room, waiting for you, and all I could think about was fucking you into that matress, about how you clench around me when you're so close."

You'd almost be embarrassed about how you're already on the edge of ecstasy, if you were awake enough to care. The coil inside of you tightens and tightens and-

"Cody?!" His pulls his fingers from you and has the audacity to suck them clean.

"Sorry, cyar'ika, I couldn't help myself." Cody gives you a shit eating grin that you're about to smack off his face, but your train of thought crashes apart when he finally thrusts his dick all the way to the root in one go.

Your back arches off of the wall, as he sets a brutal pace. There's a burning sting at the stretch, but you relish in the pain. Cody doesn't fail to hit that special spot inside you over and over again.

"Oh, fuck! I'm not going to last long!" You tuck your face into his neck to suck marks into his sun kissed skin.

"Cum for me." His words send you over the edge and utter pleasure sparks all the way down to your feet. You slump against him and you can't help the way your inner muscles spasm erratically.

"Cody-!" The overstimulation is almost too much, but three more weak thrusts agaisnt you have him hurtling over the edge and he spills his load deep inside of you. Thank the Maker the GAR insists on birth control implants.

"So," Cody leans away from you to look you in the eyes, "did I tire you out?"

"Shut up." You slot your mouth agaisnt his.

Nothing could've prepared you for Obi-Wan confronting you about wasting water rations, then seeing the necklace of purple marks hanging around your throat and tormenting you about it for the rest of the campaign.

[cynfulworld]

I'm lying herel, trying to imagine what it wrote feel like to eat you out, and I need to know if you shave down there?

A.

I do so love being on your mind darling. No I don’t shave, I wax. I love the sweetness of warm wax being spread on my pussy and then the delicious pain of it being ripped off. The waxer using their firm fingers to rub oil onto my skin to soothe it afterwards, always fuels fantasies for me. The sweet little bonus is that for a couple of days after I’m so sensitive, pussy slaps have an extra sting and I just can’t help myself ☺️💋 I do hope that helps 😉 xoxo

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Heeeey , congratulations for the 700 followers ! 💚

I would like to request the two prompts :

"Anything worth dying for is certainly worth living for." (Joseph Heller, Catch 22) and "For you , a thousand times over." (Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner) with Fives x reader, if you please 🥰

Thank you, and I'm looking forward to read your next fics 💕

@griffedeloup Thank you so much for your second request love! And another Fives one at that! Ahhh I love Fives.

Okay this one isn't as fluffy as the first one I wrote for you, but I still hope you enjoy it.

Love oo.

Come Back To Me

Warnings: Character death, tears, guilt, betrayal, vomiting, emotions, Umbara arc, grief, lost of trust, fear, kissing, I think that's it. If I miss anything please let me know.

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There was a heavy, unbearable silence that hung in the air as everyone looked at each other. The 212th and the 501st were beyond devastated. It was one thing to lose brothers in combat because they were fighting enemy forces, but to lose brothers because they’d been set up by their own General was even worse, and to be the ones responsible for killing your vode was contemptible and sickening. 

You fought your tears, as you held your hand on Waxer’s wound doing your best to try and stop the bleeding, even though everyone knew there wasn’t any hope. As much as you fought to, you couldn’t help it when your eyes locked with Commander Cody’s confirming what everyone already expected, you slowly shook your head, there was nothing you could do for him. It wasn’t long after that Waxer breathed out his last and closed his eyes for the final time. 

With a huff you threw down the bacta gauze, you needed to get away from there, you needed to breathe, to recoup, you didn’t hesitate as you got up and walked, well practically ran away. You were angry. Annoyed. Grief stricken. Guilt ridden. There were simply too many emotions at once you were trying to deal with and being around everyone wasn’t helping. 

Rex did what any good Captain would do as he rushed after you and grabbed your arm calling your name, trying to do his best to comfort you, “Hey, stop. It’s not your fault. What happened to Waxer, it wasn’t your fault.”

“Let. Go. Of. Me.” You yanked your arm away from him, harshly ripping it from his hold; maybe you shouldn’t have been so short tempered or even so angry, but he had to know they weren’t the only ones that were hurting. Especially, since it was your blaster shot that hit Waxer,  and even as a medic, it was your job to save him. You were supposed to save him, and yet you failed him, all of them there too. 

Your feet carried you as fast as they could to a secluded spot. You couldn’t take one more pair of eyes staring at you. One pair of eyes asking you why this happened. Just because you were a civilian contract, somehow, you were supposed to have the answers? As soon as there was silence and relative peace, you bent over vomiting the contents of your meagre dinner on the ground of Umbara. The tears were free flowing as it all came crashing down on top of you. Your knees gave way as the last barrier you had, broke down; guilt overriding any other emotion at that moment. 

You didn’t hear him come up behind you, not that you ever did; you simply felt his comforting arm wrap around you, pulling you into his chest, as his other hand guided your head to his shoulder, holding you there as his body practically wrapped around you as he kneeled beside you. 

“Cyar’ika” Fives whispered, “It’s not your fault. None of what happened is your fault. It’s not ours either.” He pressed a gentle kiss to your head, holding you close as you sobbed your heart out, he felt like your soul was being torn in two as he tightened his arm around you, “I got you, cyare. I got you.”

You held on to his arm, needing his warmth and touch to ground you; this wasn’t something you’d been trained for; sure you were a combat medic, but you were trained to handle droids, hostile aggressors not … to be fraked by your own General. Not to be responsible for the deaths of fellow clone soldiers, friends, brother-in-arms, men you’d shared drinks with; this wasn’t supposed to happen.

About an hour later Rex and Cody had come up with a plan to arrest General Krell, once they laid out the details to their, in your opinion, kamikaze idea, you couldn’t keep silent as you shook your head at their strategy.

“I’m sorry, you guys are just going to walk up and arrest him! Because a man who’s psychotic and sets his own men to attack each other will just say, ‘Oh okay, I’m under arrest.’?!”

“Cyar’ika …” Fives reached over and squeezed your shoulder trying to calm you down, “it needs to be done.” He glanced over to Rex and Cody, silently asking them to give you both a minute. Once you and he were alone, Fives gently cupped your cheek, “What’s wrong?”

Tears began sliding down your cheek as you shook your head, “I can’t … I can’t lose you. Any of you. We already lost so many, Waxer, Hardcase, Ringo, Oz, Echo, Trap, Redeye, Mixer, Denal, … maybe not all here on Umbara, but … I can’t lose you, too.”

Fives pressed his forehead against yours, “Cyare, you’re not going to lose me.”

“How can you know?” Your voice choked as you asked, fighting back the warm lump that was rising in your throat along with your fears and your worries.

“Because anything worth dying for is certainly worth living for; I’d lay down my life for you and for my brothers, but I want to live, love. My dear, you are worth living for, and I want to live for you. For us. I will come back to you. I will kill anything and everything that ever tries to stop me from getting to you.”

You let out a breath, you hadn’t realized you were holding as you pressed your forehead to his chin, “You have to promise. Promise me, you will come back to me.”

“For you, a thousand times over. I promise, I will always come back to you.” Fives tilted your head to look into your eyes, those eyes he loved so much. The ones that captured his soul the moment he met you, “Never will I ever stop fighting to come back to you. I love you.” 

You didn’t hesitate, closing the distance between you both as you pressed your lips to his, wanting to remember how he felt against your lips, the taste of his lips, and the warmth of his mouth. He pulled away, kissing your cheek and neck quickly as he pulled you in for a hug. 

“We’ll be back soon. Look after the wounded. I’ll come back for you.”

“You better, or I’ll bring you back from the dead and kick your ass.”

Fives chuckled as he held you tight, “I’ll hold you to that.” You felt him pull away, you looked at him one last time before he put on his helmet, joining Rex and the others as they went to confront General Krell. You closed your eyes and pushed the worry and fear aside as you focused on the wounded that needed your help. 

All you could do is wait to hear whether they’d been successful or if you’d have to find a way to kill him yourself. 

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[hello-there-cyarika]

Hive Troopers!

But what if the Kaminoans crossed Jango's DNA with some sort of Nabooian or Alderaanian honey bee? It probably helps them communicate on the battlefield, and obviously they get the benefits of not needing a jetpack! I've got a lot of thoughts about these boys, but I'll just give some of the basics for now:

The troopers can use communicate sort of like a hive mind! It's not as sophisticated as using communicators, but they can convey feelings and vague ideas

Their antennae are very sensitive! They can be used to sense touch, smell, taste, some vibrations, temperature, and more! I think that ARFs like Waxer and Boil would probably learn to use them with a lot more skill through their training, in the same way they'd learn to use more complex or advanced HUD modes.

I think that troopers' stingers would be closer to the stingers that wasps have: retractable, and doesn't cause them to die after one sting by getting ripped off.

Troopers' wings are also probably way more durable, I can't imagine the Kaminoans sending them into battle with anything fragile like that, so they probably modified the DNA. I think the wings are pretty flexible instead of being breakable.

I'll go into this more another time, if anyone is interested, but I think that the distribution of internal organs would be significantly different with the addition of the secondary abdomen.

The boys are FLUFFY!!!

I think that the fluff would be kinda waterproof (I mean,,,, they grew up on Kamino and all) but on the other hand I think it'd make fire waaaay more dangerous. I think that blaster bolts could also cause the fluff to catch fire....

Can they make honey? yeah dude they're beeeeeees

They probably made space-mead out of it lmao

I have a lot of feelings about the way cadets are grown in little tubes land sleep in tubes on the walls like bees use honeycomb for their larvae and its all in large curved structures and how the whole thing seems just a touch like a hive......

They can DEFINITELY dance maps like bees can!!!! The ARCs and ARFs are the best at it.

They don't have compound eyes, but they do have hexagonal pupils!

I'm gonna doodle more of this whenever I have time, so let me know if you want to see anything specific, or have any fun ideas from this? I'd love to talk about them!!! <3

I also want to say that I have been VERY heavily inspired by @mothask! Please go have a look at their amazing fluffy moth boys!

@yukipri's winged au is also a huge inspiration for this! Y'all have GOT to go check out "Take Flight, Brothers All" on ao3 it's SO GOOD!!

And finally, a lot of the ideas I've developed about the bees' ARF training have come from the Reconstruction Corps AU (specifically Open Skies), created by the amazing @cacodaemonia!! I've got a lot of plans for Wax and Bo as ARF bees that I'm so excited to get started on!

So much love and appreciation to all of my inspirations!!!!! <333333

I have no idea if anyone's made anything like this before lol, but if anyone has I'd love to know!!

<3 I do not give my consent or my permission for my art to be re-posted or reuploaded on this or any other website <3

[elthadriel]

💜 surprise kiss / impulsive kiss for Cody/Waxer/Boil?

It’s really just a combination of unfortunate positioning and having been awake for long enough that Boil had forced himself to stop keeping track.

Boil’s helmet comm crackles, Butcher’s voice coming through patchy and full of static. “Commander Cody, this is LT Butcher reporting.”

Cody’s helmet hangs at his waist, visor smashed beyond all reasonable use. He speaks into the comm at his wrist instead. “Butcher, report.”

Boil’s throat constricts, anxious nausea rolling through his stomach.

“Made contact with Waxer and his unit,” Butcher says. He sounds as tired as the rest of them, but the relief in his tone gives away the good news even before he continues. “All accounted for. Some minor injuries to attend to, and then we’ll join you at the extraction point.”

“Minor injuries?” Patchwork says from somewhere behind Boil. “After the scare they gave us they couldn’t have mustered up something more dramatic?”

Boil barely hears it. The news takes a moment to sink in, for the numb dread he’s been nursing to be replaced with jubilant relief. It only takes another moment for him to remind himself where he is, and the professionalism that’s expected of him. Unfortunately before that second realisations hits he does something uncharacteristic and provides Patchwork with the drama he’s looking for.

Boil rips off his helmet and grabs the man closest to him, laying one right on the man’s mouth. He realises what exactly he’s doing as soon as their mouths make contact and then he’s wrenching himself backwards, eyes wide.

The only saving grace is that Marshal Commander Cody of the Third Systems army looks more confused than annoyed.

The silence is uncomfortably dense. The longer Cody stares at him the worse it gets, morphing into something that squirms in Boil’s gut and makes him feel like a cadet still too young to have been fitted for their first set of armour.

“Sorry, sir,” he croaks. “I didn’t mean to…”

He looks around frantically, looking for some sort of help. The rest of the men are either staring with the same horrified expression as Boil would aiming towards himself too, or very deliberately not looking. Maybe there are still Seps left after all. Maybe they can mount a surprise attack and save him from his own stupidity.

”Didn’t mean to what, lieutenant?” Cody asks. The confusion has faded into a terribly familiar expression. Cody’s eyebrows are raised in a challenge and Boil is too busy dying of mortification to even consider how he might avoid the trap he’s about to be walked into.

Boil’s going to open his mouth and make it worse. He doesn’t have any other choice.

“I…” he says, mouth too dry to continue. He’s going to combust and Cody is going to watch with mild amusement. Boil licks his lips trying desperately to find his voice again.

He probably can’t taste Cody. It’s probably just his imagination.

Patchwork is an excellent sergeant. He’d earned himself a reputation by throwing himself on a grenade and saving Commander Tano’s life two weeks after she was deployed. It seems he intends to make a habit of it.

Patchwork whistles.

Cody’s eyes snap away from Boil to Patchwork.

“Something to say, sergeant?”

“Always, sir,” Patchwork says, hauling himself to attention.

Boil takes the mercy his brother has shown him and slams back on his helmet, hiding his flaming face and shuffling away as quickly as he can manage. Cody will notice anyway, but he doesn’t turn back, accepting Patchwork’s noble sacrifice.

“So when I ask for volunteers to inventory what’s left of our ammo, I assume that means you plan to offer you and your squad.”

Patchwork doesn’t hesitate. “Of course, sir.”

Cody snorts. “Get to it then.”

Patchwork’s squad groans, but hoist up their kit and follow after the martyr.

Boil manages to pretend that Cody isn’t looking at him again until Cody huffs. In the corner of Boil’s eye Cody loosens up, expression finally softening into amusement. Boil glares at his kit as Cody approaches—Cody might not be angry, but that doesn’t mean Boil can stand the embarrassment of continuing the conversation.

Cody doesn’t stop, but passes close enough that he can reach out and clap Boil’s shoulder.

“Not while we’re on duty, trooper,” Cody says.

Boil splutters, jerking his head up just in time to see Cody smirk before he’s all business again, returning to organising the rest of the extraction.

Waxer might not survive today after all—he’s going to die laughing when he hears about this.

[the-bi-space-ace]

I’ve Got You

Summary: in the safe room after half of their team was infected with a deadly drug Echo holds Rex through his final moments

This! I had something written with this exact same premise but then I remembered that I had the perfect opportunity for a dark AU of the Calling Me Home series. This is set in Chapter 11 of Keep These Shadows Out where instead of The 212th arriving in time and saving everyone Rex, unfortunately, doesn't make it.

Warnings: whump, Major Character Death, blood

Tagging people I think might want to read this one: @saturn-sends-hugs @phantom-of-the-501st @happybean17 @writingmonet

I apologize in advance for the tears :'(

“He’s so hot, Cody. Hunter can’t stop throwing up. He’s going to dehydrate. They both are.” Echo shut his eyes as Hunter started heaving again. He couldn’t listen to Hunter anymore, so ill he couldn’t sit up. And Rex, lax and shaking in his lap as the poison ripped apart his insides. Cody was watching him with big, sad eyes. Sadder than he’d ever seen before. “We need water. They need a medic. They need a medic now.” Their mission had gone to shit, regardless of if they finished it or not, and now it was like the world was caving in. Half of them were infected with the drug, painful symptoms ripping apart their bodies, while the other half tried to hold them together. The only solace they had was Cody’s strength. When it came to Cody he always thought the commander knew what to do, knew how to handle it. 

Until Echo’s world crumbled in a matter of minutes. 

The next time Rex coughed it felt like a bomb went off in his chest. He felt it, the gurgling noise practically shook Echo’s body. Something was wrong. So much worse than he thought. Rex was practically convulsing, chest stuttering as Echo held his brother in his lap.  

“Talk to me, Rex!” Echo yelled but the man didn’t seem to hear him. Echo felt along Rex’s neck for anything out of place, getting nothing but a minor stir that made his veins turn to ice. Echo’s eyes searched Rex’s for something, anything, finding frantic fear in place of typical confidence.  

Cody put a finger to his comm. “I need a back up! Now! Captain Rex is down, I repeat, captain Rex is down!” 

“We are still an hour out, commander.” Waxer’s voice was immediate, pained. 

An hour. Rex didn’t have an hour. They were lucky if they had ten minutes.

Rex’s body shook, blood dripping out of the corner of his mouth, the smell drifting through the air and stinging Echo’s nose. Options flashed through his mind. He could leave, attempt to take a ship and fly them out of there, but they wouldn’t make it in time. The med kits were an option but they were all empty, used already to treat the infected troopers and now left barren. They were out of options. 

Echo tried to ignore the gasps for breath that Rex was taking in. The sounds only made his hand shake worse, his mind spiral. Instead he cuddled his brother closer, shutting his eyes when Rex flinched as if he’d been burned. 

“An hour. Only another hour - see!” Echo assured, squeezing Rex’s shoulder in comfort. “You just have to hang in there.” Rex was writhing. His body squirmed as if trying to get away, trying to wrench himself away from Echo’s touch. He didn’t want to hurt Rex, never wanted to hurt him. Tears filled the big, terrified eyes of his captain - his brother - and rolled down his cheeks. Rex opened his mouth but the wheezing breath he took made him cough, body contorting in pain while his lungs tried to expand. Echo couldn’t stop the fear from rising in his chest, choking him. He didn’t want Rex to hurt but the man was in shock, barely recognizing who was touching him to begin with. 

Fuck this drug and this fucking compound. 

They weren’t going to take Rex away from him. Not his big brother. Nobody was taking Rex from him. 

Echo bit his lip to keep from making a noise as he rested his cheek on Rex’s forehead, watching horror dawn on Cody’s face. Beyond him the rest of their team was watching - the batch, Obi-Wan - all of them silently pleading the same way Echo was. There was a shout from Rex that ended in a whimper, one that made Echo have to hold his breath not to react. His heart pounded as the writhing started to settle, at least for the moment. The warmth and safety of Echo’s body curled around him soothing his fever-addled mind. He cradled Rex to his chest, attempting to avoid upsetting him further. “Don’t worry. I’m here. You have nothing to worry about.” Rex let out a cough so wet, so soaked in blood, that Echo’s chest plate was splashed in red. 

He didn’t want to think about how Rex’s body was burning up, how easy he was to maneuver, how he hadn’t spoken in what felt like ages, how Cody’s eyes had grown glassy. Echo’s hand shook but he didn’t let it deter him from hugging his brother closer, rocking the man in his lap like he was a child and carding fingers over short buzzed hair. 

“Don’t move. The 212th will be here any second.” Echo put a hand to Rex’s chest. His heart sank, heavy with grief. His body was starting to still, breath coming out in panicked puffs, his fingers clawing at Echo’s arms to try and bring his only comfort as near as possible. Echo let him, allowing himself to be held tightly, hearing the desperate sobs that were now tearing apart Rex’s throat. They were losing him. He was confused, afraid, and they were his only safety. 

Rex wasn’t making it an hour. They’d be lucky if they got ten minutes. 

A wretched sob tore out of Rex’s chest and Echo nearly flinched. All he could do was curl protectively around the man in his lap and hope. Hope he was going to make it out of this alive.

“I - uh,” Tech had appeared by Cody’s shoulder, holding out a rag, a deep frown set into his face. “You should wipe his mouth. The blood…” Echo couldn’t move, didn’t want to untangle himself from the cocoon he’d formed. Instead Cody took it, sniffling as he dabbed the blood around Rex’s mouth. 

The door to their safe room opened then, Crosshair walking through it but pausing when he spotted the scene on the floor. His helmet was off the second Echo looked up at him, kneeling down next to them and casting wide eyes around the room. Hunter, Wrecker, and Obi-Wan were suffering in near silence, huddling as they took their symptoms as well as they could. 

A broken whimper eked out of Rex’s mouth and drew Echo’s attention again. He shushed Rex as he began drawing tiny patterns over his scalp in the way he knew the man loved. Gentle, sweet, soothing. At times it was the only thing that put Rex to sleep and he was hoping it brought enough comfort to distract from the pain that must be rippling through every bone in his body. 

Rex gasped, hands loosening their grip on his armor but desperately clawing to remain conscious. Echo squeezed his eyes shut as he felt the sting. Rex’s face had paled considerably, worsened by the red blood that covered his chin, stained his cheek. Wide, terrified eyes searched Echo’s face, settling when his thumb brushed against a blood spattered cheekbone. 

“It’s okay, Rex. I won’t leave you. You're not alone.” Echo’s voice broke and another whine came out of Rex’s mouth. “I love you so much. You hear me? I know you’re tired. I understand.” Tears rolled down Rex’s face and Echo brushed them away with his thumb, salty tears mixing with rusty blood. Rex’s eyelids drooped, body relaxing into Echo’s lap as life began to drain out of his face. “I know it hurts. You can let go. I’m right here. You’re safe with me.” Fuck, it hurt his chest to say it out loud. To grant permission, to give Rex what he needed to stop fighting. 

As a last goodbye, a little comfort to accompany Rex as he died, Echo leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead. He could remember all the times someone he loved had done this for him. Fives, when Echo had his first ever nightmare, writhing while his brain tortured him with images that plunged his body in ice. The gentleness of Fives’ voice had terrified him more than he’d expected but he’d relaxed when Fives kissed his forehead, fingers scratching his scalp to soothe away the pain. 

Months later he had been confined to a bed, terrified and delirious with fever as a disease tore apart his body, infected his muscles and left him gagging at the mere smell of food. He’d refused to stay in bed, actively endangering himself by trying to escape the medics who were trying to heal him. Echo hadn’t understood then. His fever brain didn’t remember who they were - despite the careful observation from Kix - and wanted out. It wasn't until Rex sat in the cot with him, brushing sweaty hair off of his sweat slick forehead and whispering gentle soothes while pressing a kiss to the skin that Echo calmed. He remembered what it felt like to be cared for and comforted. He remembered the love he’d been given. 

And this was his chance to give it himself. 

“It’s okay. I’ve got you.” Echo whispered against the skin, rocking carefully as the trembling calmed. The whines in his ear quieted to gasps and Echo had to hold his breath to keep from letting Rex see him grieve. 

The last breath took Echo by surprise. It was as if the world paused. The body in his arms stopped shaking, lungs stopped breathing, and Rex’s eyes stared at the ceiling, unblinking. He didn’t even recognize it for a split second, still holding his brother in his arms and not knowing that he was gone. Not until Cody dropped his head, breath punched out of him. That’s when Echo lifted his lips from Rex’s forehead and stared down at the now still face of his big brother. A man that protected him, guided him. A man he never thought he would lose. 

A sob tore through him before he could stop it, clutching Rex tightly to his chest in a desperate attempt to comfort himself. Hot tears slid down his cheeks while he begged, pleading for this to be a nightmare. This wasn’t real. Rex wasn’t gone. He couldn’t be. He can’t. 

No one dared to touch him, to try and pull him away. They left him to grieve, losing control on the floor of the safe room, silence only broken by his horrid cries. Control wasn’t possible, not now, not when he had Rex’s blood on his hands and his body in his lap, clutched to his chest.

His big brother was dead. 

[jeudibeudibea]

howdy pardners, allow me to nerd out bigtime for you all.

i finally (mostly) finished the designs of my clone trooper OCs. i present to you Dorn Squad, of the 107th Special Tactics Division!

these guys are based off of old lego clone characters i had growing up :) i started writing a fanfic some time in middle school but sadly permanently deleted it, never to be seen again, so all of their original names and identifications were gone, as well as the tales of their and their Jedi companions' adventures! as far as i remember, they spent most of the war hot on the trail of a mysterious lightsaber-wielding rogue agent, who wanted nothing to do with either the Republic or Separatists, but was considered a threat to the GAR's operations. or, rather, Palpatine's grand plan.

in order from left to right, top to bottom:

officers: Captain Decker (CT-4303), Lieutenant Cooper (CT-3366), Sergeant Moor (CT-7983)

NCOs: Corporal Spring (CT-4937), Corporal Drift (CT-8731)

Troopers: Private Tene (CT-2859), Private Bale (CT-1195), Private Coil (CT-6378), and a basic Teal Company grunt design.

i will follow this up with the additional designs and a lore post for these particular characters soon :)

here is the colour palette so far (minus the greys and blacks):

i know the blue is pretty similar to Howzer's troops from The Bad Batch, and i tried to make it a bit distinct from that. Howzer's blue is a bit more saturated and slightly less green, from what i can tell. overall, though, i like the slightly desaturated accent colours! i think they turned out well and still work great together.

i didn't have much of a reason behind the first designs, which is why some are far simpler than others. i didn't actually start out making these for specific clones, i just was drawing helmets lol, but i revisited them a few days ago and started assigning them to the squad, and changed the designs somewhat to fit their personalities :)

i always liked the endless possibilities of characterising clones through their armour designs ever since i noticed Echo and Fives (RIP my boy) each had little Z-6 rotary cannon drawings with "For Hevy" on their Phase I 501st armour, and Waxer (RIP) had a drawing of Numa on his helmet. the state of their armours kinda say a lot about them individually, and makes it all the more sad when they erase all of it come time of the Empire (and TRAGIC when they regain control of their own minds and start to question Order 66).

idk, i like them so far! i have to actually do another squad from the 107th, Ash Squad of Grek Company (these guys are green lol i like to mismatch my legion colours). and then i will complete the profiles of the helmets, and start working on the armour designs as well!!!