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st4r-t3ars · 3 months
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Sleepy cuddles time
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mrsfeiix · 3 months
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The man just wants his caf
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blackat-t7t · 2 months
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Consider- what if the Coruscant Guard believe that Palpatine is a Jedi?
He tells them he's part of the Order attached to the Senate, the High General of both the GAR and the Order. They already knew the GAR was technically all under the Chancellor, and the Jedi as a whole seem to be as well, so this makes sense to them.
So then Palpatine can use whatever dark side powers he wants around them, and write them off as Jedi powers.
Fox mentions his discomfort with his Jedi messing with people's minds to make them agree to whatever he asks. The other commanders agree it's a little creepy, but useful for avoiding confrontations with sentient guards.
Fox tells Wolffe about his Jedi using force lightning, not mentioning that it's being used to punish clones. Wolffe agrees that it's pretty cool, and useful in battle.
Fox tells Rex that his Jedi sends clones on dangerous missions with heavy losses to steal information. Rex nods and tells him about how his Jedi risked their men's lives to recover a droid he refused to wipe.
Fox complains about the hours spent in meetings and doing datawork for his Jedi, how he sleeps maybe an hour or two each day. Cody assumes this is sarcasm, and agrees that he also ends up taking over work from his general, who has trouble delegating anything.
No one knows who the Guard's Jedi is exactly, but they all assume the Guard are having the same experience as them.
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whiskygoldwings · 15 days
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Anecdotes of a Guard Life: Bribery
Inspired by this post!
Another this-just-took-hold-of-me-and-wouldn't-let-go-until-I-wrote-it inspired by someone else bit of fanfic! At least it's only around 1000 words this time... No CWs! This is all just fluff!
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Stone ate his mildly disgusting breakfast mush lacklusterly. The packaging had promised melioorun flavour porridge, but if this slop had even seen anything resembling a melioorun, he’d eat the whole kriffing box. Adding some of the sugar they’d “requistioned” from the most recent Senate Gala had helped far less than he expected.
The door to the small commander’s mess opened, and Stone blearily looked up, grateful for the distraction.
Fox walked in, fully kitted up in armour and helmet, and Stone raised an eyebrow. The Marshall Commander stuck to protocol rigidly, but barracks areas were helmet-by-choice areas, and Fox typically chose to go without. If he wasn’t coming off a 24 hour shift in the Senate, he’d probably be better able to figure out a reason behind it, but as it was, he just stared as Fox moved over towards the cupboards.
He watched as Fox opened the first cupboard, stared into it for several moments, pushed aside a few bits, then shut it and moved on to the next one. This process repeated itself several times before Stone finally mustered together the curiosity to ask.
“What’re you looking for, Fox?”
There’s a low grumbling, completely inaudible through the vocoder, and Stone blinks. “Sorry?”
Fox sighs heavily and turns to face him. “Caf.”
Stone stares. “Don’t you normally have several boxes in the first cupboard?”
“Yes.”
Silence.
“So... Where’s it all gone?” Stone ventures cautiously. Surely the Marshall Commander wouldn’t forget to add caf to the requisition forms he fills out?
There’s a sound that Stone is convinced in a growl, then one word. “Thorn.”
Stone’s spoon is held forgotten suspended above his bowl, as he squints at Fox, confused.
“...Thorn?”
“You called?” Thorn suddenly pops his head in through the open door and Stone has to frantically catch his spoon before it flips onto the floor as he jumps.
“Kriff, Thorn!”
“Only on weekends!” Thorn chants, voice entirely too chipper for this hour of the morning. He slides into the room, also fully kitted up, but that’s much more normal for the early-bird Commander. “I heard my name being taken in vain?”
“Where’s the caf?”
Thorn pauses and turns to face the source of the last growled question. Fox is laser-focused on him and even through the visor Stone’s pretty sure the glower on his face is fierce.
Thorn doesn’t answer for a moment, before his helmet tilts slightly to the side and he places his hands on his hips. “You know what you need to do.”
Stone watches, eyes flipping between the two of them as they stand off against each other. He’s got absolutely no idea what’s going on, but whatever it is, it’s fascinating.
Fox’s shoulders rise tensely, and his fists clench, before all of a sudden he slumps with a sigh. He raises his arms slightly and Thorn makes an... inhuman squealing sound before rushing forwards, slipping his arms around him and lifting him from the ground in a...
Hug...
Thorn is hugging Fox, arms wrapped around his middle, Fox’s boots dangling a foot above the ground and helmet tilted exasperatedly to the side. Stone could swear Thorn’s visor has taken on a gleeful tint as he squeezes Fox, who lets out a little “Ooft” of protest, but otherwise does nothing to prevent it from happening.
Stone’s pretty sure his mouth has dropped wide open, but he just can’t seem to stop staring. He never thought he’d see the day. Marhsall Commander Fox. Accepting a hug. And not separating the perpetrator’s head from their shoulders.
He wishes he’d been wearing his own helmet. What he wouldn’t give for a holo... No one will believe him.
Thorn keeps squeezing for what must be a whole minute before finally easing a floppy Fox back to the ground and letting go. Fox stands awkwardly for a moment, head canted back, before sighing again. “Caf?” He asks shortly, though Stone could swear his voice is soft and fond behind the abruptness.
“Bones has it!” Thorn chirps.
Fox nods, before edging carefully around Thorn, never turning his back to him, as if in fear of another hug attack, before leaving the room.
Stone sits in silence while Thorn watches after him for a moment, then has to ask “What the kriff was all that about?”
Thorn turns to him, pulling off his helmet with a grin. “I hide his caf until he lets me give him a hug!”
Stone stares. “You know he’s just going to kill you one day right?”
Thorn laughs. “You’d think but, here’s a little secret.” He strides over and throws himself into the chair opposite Stone, groaning gratefully at being off his feet. “Fox has a secret caf stash squirreled away in his weapons locker.”
Stone blinks, confused. He has not had enough sleep for this. “So... Why’s he looking for the stuff you hid?”
“Exactly,” and here Thorn smiles again, but it’s soft and slightly sad this time. “He has his own right? So. If he’s searching for the stuff I hid rather than using his secret stash, that’s how I know he really needs a hug.”
“Why doesn’t he just ask?” Stone frowns.
“Marshall Commander Fox ask for a hug? The calm, never-shaken, strong, Shiny-idol Fox? That one?” Thorn raises an eyebrow, and Stone thinks.
Yeah... It wouldn’t exactly fit the image he’s made for himself.
“Fair enough,” Stone shrugs, digging his spoon back into his slop and grimacing at the congealed texture.
“Want to know another secret?” Thorn asks, and Stone probably shouldn’t, but he’s weak for gossip and Thorn, the master manipulator, is well aware of it.
“Go on then.”
Thorn pulls something out of his pocket. “I carry caf rations with me at all times.” He holds up a little tub of what is clearly instant caf granules and shakes it at Stone.
“In case of emergency hug needs?”
Thorn grins. “Partially, but also. If I really, really want something and Fox is in a bad mood, bringing him a caf and asking while he’s in the middle of his second sip is almost guaranteed to get me what I want.”
Stone bursts into laughter. The Guard may follow it’s Marshall Commander with adoration and respect.
But secretly, he’s pretty sure Thorn is the real leader of the Guard.
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sun-roach · 11 months
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Thorn: Why are you laughing?
Fox: *chuckles while sipping his 13th cup of caf * My dream is dead
Thorn: mood
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amberskyyking · 8 months
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Clone Wars gave me big feelings and I accidentally wrote several hundred thousands words about it and now I’ve got fanfics (and paintings??) and pieces of my soul are on the internet and I blame Filoni. But turns out writing is cheaper than therapy and less likely to injure me than my other hobbies, so. Master list below! Please mind the tags and TWs.
Disillusioned - Main story! Cinnamon role rogue clone OCs and Luz the disaster pilot trip and fall into a series of rogue missions saving vode and taking names (mainly Krell, the name they are taking is Krell). 66 chapters long for… Reasons. 👀 Posting weekly with some bonuses!
Disillusioned Bonus Content Request Denied, Kark Off - Commander Fox is a protective, sleep deprived asshole. Spicy Snacks and Safe Places - Nox the Medic helps a brother through a mental health crisis in the aftermath of Umbara. Kriff’s Sake, I’ll Love Every Version Of You - A heartbroken Boomerang realizes he still has a chance with the love of his life and he’s not about to waste it. Crow, Please Report To The Commanders Office (OOOooohhh) - Crow was a terrible cadet. He is a terrible Coruscant Guard. But he's not a terrible brother.
Clone Wars Short Stories, Bingo & One Offs Facing Down Demons With A Drink In Hand - Captain Killswitch and his General have to face an old trauma in the form of his Jedi's old master, Pong Krell (Eventual series...?) Dying Isn't Very Regulation - Fives should know better than to touch weird force shit, but what's the silver orb going to do? Kill him again? Pfft. (Time travel fix-it inspired by Snapback, by TooManyTeeth!) Unattended Adiik'e Will Be Given Beskar'gam And A Free Tooka - Jaster Mereel finds a sad mandokarla child and Good-Buir-Jaster angst ensues (Written as a gift, but doubles as fic-therapy, I guess!) You Trust Too Easily - Crosshair trusted the Bad Batch one too many times... And now it's too late. (Based off the BB S3 leak!!!)
PLANT BUIRE ART SERIES!!!! - I started painting clones with plants after making some jokes about it with TooManyTeeth and they're actually really fun?? I don't know how these guys are coming out of my own paint but they deserve lil plant friends!!! If you'd like a print of any of these please PM me! I'm glad to share the love <3 Commander Fox and his Cactus, cause he's a prickly guy Commander Wolffe and his Wolfsbane, he's proud it's so poisonous
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jetskibubbles · 1 year
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Meet my Coruscant Guard OCs!! We've got Sergeant Charlie, Lieutenant Seraph, and Cherub from the Angel Squad, as well as Sergeant Luci from the Hellfire Squad! (of no relation to Stranger Things)
Read more under the cut!
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CT-1001 “Charlie” (he/him)
token cishet dudebro (affectionate)
dad(tm)
a little bit confused but he’s got the spirit
will support you wholeheartedly even if he doesn’t really truly understand
loves fishing, will take you fishing
cusses a lot
coffee connoisseur
very good listener, will try his best to be open to anything the team suggests
taught himself latte art
really likes going to quaint little cafes
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CT-4478 “Seraph” (he/him)
repaints his armour after every single mission
can be a bit vain
changes his hair colour every other week
sky blue seems to be his favourite
big brother of Angel Squad
smuggles candy for the squad and for the younglings
sexuality unlabled
has a Twi’lek gf that he met in a bar while on leave, she’s a bartender at said bar, they ended up bringing down a criminal together
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CT-2222 “Cherub” (he/they)
baby of Angel Squad -
drew the short straw and got assigned to babysit Kyros and Kyrina with Luci
very tired but too sweet to say anything about it
has a crush on Kyros and has no idea why
gets protected by Seraph, Charlie and Luci a lot, doesn’t like it because it makes him feel useless
very intent on proving that he doesn’t need to be coddled all the time
still learning how to stand up for himself
loves being hugged, but too shy to ask
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CT-6666 “Luci” (she/her)
claims that her name is short for Luciana, but the rest of Hellfire squad ensures that it’s short for Lucifer
filled with inexplicable rage and caf
very mad that she has to babysit Kyros and Kyrina
will not hesitate to slam either of the twins against a wall, because “they aren’t technically generals” etc etc
unsurprisingly no one is against that because everyone is annoyed by the twins
extremely protective of Cherub, considers them her baby brother even though they’re technically older
threatened to drop kick Kyros off the landing platform if he ever hurt Cherub when they started dating
[oc masterdoc]
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creme183 · 2 years
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My clone OC Grissom holding a pup (Jilla) from the litter of his Massif, Yar-na. Yes, the lil baby bit him. It’s why he loves her.
Only time you’ll ever see him smile is when he’s with his pups. Fun fact, when they were born, he requested to not go on patrol. The other members of the guard called it his “maternity leave”
He’s taken by his dogs, the demi-sexual king
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leavefoxalone · 2 years
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Rubbing his eyes as the words on the datapad begin to slide and blur once more, Fox sets the pad down with an irritable grumble, the sound quickly turning into a yawn. Exhaustion settled through his tired body like the too thin blanket he wished to be buried under. His joints ached and head pulsed under the artificial lighting in his cramped office. Vaguely, he wondered if his batch felt the same way as he did after several days of no sleep, blackouts, and endless paperwork. Gods, he hoped not.
Trying to drag his thoughts away from the brothers he missed so desperately, Fox shifts in his chair, shoving the sudden rush of emotions rising to the surface at the thought of his brothers. Cody, Wolffe, Bly, Ponds, Rex... Fox pressed the palms of his hands into his eyes, drawing in a ragged breath and chalking up the emotionally charged burst to his severe lack of sleep and proper nourishment.
His heart ached, the lump in his throat refused to be swallowed down with cold caf. His eyes were wet, and he was tired.
So very tired.
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cortosis-ct · 1 year
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airlockfailure · 2 years
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Making myself cry writing little blurbs about my Corrie Guard OCs. ;-; WHY AM I SO MEAN
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st4r-t3ars · 2 months
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A sneak peak into an animatic
In the Wreckage of the World
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mrsfeiix · 6 months
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Fox: I’m not a piece of art, I’m a piece of shit
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Here comes the zillo beast! And Nyx is unimpressed by the Jedi.
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whiskygoldwings · 5 days
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Aaaand Chapter 7 of The Ballad of The Guard is up! Did I finish this off entirely through motivation from that lovely comment I got? Yes, yes I did.
So uh, here's a load of pain and angst in return? That does not seem fair...
CW: Malevolence arc, self-harm, dissociation.
Chapter summary:
By the end of the week, Fox has been handed two more reconditioning directives and has a constant ball of pain sitting right behind his eyes he just can’t shift. The fear is thick in the halls, Guard members moving quietly and quickly between rooms, and conversation is hushed and worried. They’ve held two more remembrances with siblings slated to come back different, and Fox is drowning. He sits at his desk, helmet off, one hand deep in the midst of his curls as he stares down at the third reconditioning form. The words are blurring. His breath rasps loudly in his throat. He doesn’t know what to do.
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neon-junkie · 1 year
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What your favourite Clone Legion says about you!
A few common tropes that I’ve noticed in people, depending on which squad they love the most. Let me know if they’re accurate!
501st - An OG bitch. You're both thirsty, and hydrated. You probably have some form of trauma, and you cope using humour, not that that's a bad thing. The life of the party. Star Wars is probably in your top 10 interests of all time. You're not afraid to speak the truth, but you know when to hold your tongue. A good egg.
212th - Either you ship Codywan, or you're in love with either Waxer or Boil. You're a little bit old school, play by the book, but know when/where to have a laugh. Loved by many. Approachable. Laid back and easy to talk to. Your style is fun, bright, and sometimes excentric. Overall, a pleasant being.
104th - Daddy issues. Or issues of some kind. You need a hug, but only on your own terms. A big fan of the found family trope. Probably introverted, but you have a good sense of humour, and you're approachable. Funny, sarcastic, but also loving, kind, and loyal without a fault.
327th - On the sidelines. Do people seem to forget about you? That's okay. You have a small circle, a best friend or two, and you prefer that over a large crowd. It takes a while for your true colours to come out, but when they do, they shine like no other. Very hospitable. A hidden gem.
Coruscant Guards - Tired. Seriously, quit chugging coffee, and go and have a nap! You probably own a dog, or ten. You refuse to fit into social standards, and you're weird in some way. Coloured hair, perhaps? Always approachable, friendly, down to earth, but if anyone pushes your buttons, then they better run. Fast.
The Bad Batch - Horny. Tired. Deprived. You cling onto nostalgia. Hyperfixations are your main source of joy. You're loyal, like really fucking loyal, and stubborn at times. Nobody is changing your mind, not without solid reason. Found family enthusiast, but let's not make it cheesy. Could do with a nap.
Delta Squad - Fandom old™, but still keeping it real. The true OG. When you commit to something, you stick to it, even if it takes you years to complete due to procrastination. Down to earth. Fun and friendly, but not in a cheesy/faux way. A small and close-knit social circle. You know your shit, and you're proud to flex it.
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