No title available
art blog(derogatory)
Janaina Medeiros
will byers stan first human second
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Xuebing Du
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
@theartofmadeline
tumblr dot com
Origami Around
todays bird
h
No title available
YOU ARE THE REASON
shark vs the universe
ellievsbear
Mike Driver
No title available
JBB: An Artblog!
Monterey Bay Aquarium
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United Arab Emirates
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from France
seen from Canada
seen from T1
seen from United States
seen from Russia
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from United States
@imaginetheclones
title. little cuddles pairing. rex x gn!reader genre. fluff , lots of fluff content warning. none ! word count. 1k (mini drabble) a/n. something to get us started here !! summary. rex returns and cuddling ensues
Seguir leyendo
please, can you write with Fox x reader!delinquent and "You can scream if you want.”^^ thanks
i hope you guys like this !! probably a bit different from what you were expecting, but i just wanted to do something sweet for fox bc he deserves it !!
’ another day, another steal. ’ the soft lightness of their voice is deceptive, laced with the briefest hint of ulterior motives though it could never be read upon their ever unreadable features (a feature that came into being through long years of practice and rejection of such sentimental subjects such as emotion). a delinquent one may call them — sure, that is a word that could be applied to them in a loose sense — though they much prefer the title of honorable thief, a figure that steals for not their own gain but the gain of others less fortunate than them (though it was not viewed as with such positivity in proper coruscanti society). this day provided some great entertainment for them, with the rescuing of an abused loth-cat that now cuddled in the protective warmth of their arms.
one may view it as a petty act, not quite impactful in the long scheme of the improvement of society — though they view even the slightest positive actions as improvements (though such a view could possibly be attributed to their truly naive nature).
‘ let’s get you home and get you in the bath. ’ a soft murmur to the loth-cat and they continued to the tiny space that has been barely granted the name of apartment (it is a cozy home nevertheless and they would never bear attempts to depart from the home they have occupied for such a long time). ‘ you’ll be safe with me. ’ their lips are pressed into the warmth of the fur in a kiss of affection, their heart swelling in an abundance of sizes at the feeling of the purring.
perhaps it was not such a bad life, leading the life of delinquent and thief.
it is yet a few moments until the reach the confines of their apartment, tucked away and seemingly hidden from the eyes of the coruscanti public (they did have a fondness for their privacy after all). only in the moments of their arrival into the apartment did they allow themselves to leave their guard down and their attentions turned fully to the loth-cat. ‘i hope you like baths, because you’re gonna have to get one because they really did not take care of you. ’ they themselves very much related to the dislike of showers and baths, though they also knew that they were unavoidable necessities in their life.
with the busy preoccupation with the rescue animal, they took no notice of the shadowy figure that loomed behind them , a presence that had gone yet unnoticed from their entrance into their apartment (an indication they truly were not on their ‘best game’ that particular day).
usually of quick instincts and senses, however such pragmatic tools were unavailable to them as they took to their precious new pet (it was often said that they did possess too much of a soft heart to be a delinquent in the true meaning of the word). far too late did the realize the sneaking figure behind them, with a quick flinching at the slightest touches upon their hip.
‘ you can scream if you want to but no one is coming to help you. ’
———
‘ fox! ’ their yell of shock is much more akin to a whine, turning in the muscular strength of his arms to pay him a glare in return for his surprise of them. ‘ why would you do that to me? ’ lips are quickly formed into a pout, reigning in a chuckle from the commander and a kiss press to their cheek as if in silent apology (of which is not genuine — he does enjoy having fun with his partner when the chance is offered).
‘ your reflexes were so much better when i first met you, ______. ’ he continued in a tone of gentle teasing, a finger ever so gently caressing the soft hair that had fallen upon their forehead. ‘ you even gave this car to me as a parting gift. ’ he pressed is finger to his temple, the location of a brief yet darkened, quite obvious scar remained from encounter.
‘ it wasn’t my fault that you ran into a stupid pole without a helmet while chasing me. ’ their attitude of pouting yet continues, though there is the ever brief touch of amusement within their eyes.
‘ that moment was very much on me, agreed. ’ it was only with them that he finds ease for the admittance of his mistakes, a trait that he cannot continue as his job as the commander of the coruscant guard. ‘ so what did you steal this time? an animal? ’ a thick onyx eyebrow is raised in genuine curiosity (he’s possessed experience with animals, however never so much a domesticated animal).
‘ a loth-cat, it was being abused by its owner so i decided to rescue… er steal it. ’ there is a quick shift in their mood, with the allowance of fox to gently pet the animal within their arms.
‘ i’d say you did the right thing even if it meant breaking the law. ’
‘ we both know that just because there are laws does not mean they’re always moral. ’ it is a moment of seriousness that they recognize their statement, though it quickly dissipates soon as it appears, with preference in both to carry on a positive conversation.
‘ so… what did you want to name it? ’ it is quite surprising that fox has accepted so easily an animal into their lives and yet not so surprising either… he is quite aware of their passions (and even sharing some of those same passions though he cannot quite express those sentiments himself). ‘ we’ll have to give it a name, you know. ’
‘ i say that we name him fox jr. ’
spicy™ dialogue™ prompts™
“At least you’ll die doing what you love; Walking into danger.”
“Here’s some cookies and some very bad news!”
“I have forgotten everything I’ve ever learned.”
“Let me keep that promise.”
“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious.”
“Why am I always the funniest when no one is around to hear it?”
“Can you stay still for the next 20 minutes? No, I’m not drawing you.”
“Oh no, I feel bad- SYKE, no I don’t.”
“Next problem… we might die.”
“Wow, that was a great comeback.”
“Who is running this thing?!”
“You are aware that walls aren’t people, right?”
“Hey, go fill up your human needs.”
“Yeah, keep making jokes. That’ll win the war.”
“Yeah, I can see how hiding behind a rock is a much better strategy.”
“I think… everyone deserves a chance to prove themselves.”
“I can’t help that I’m curious.”
“I know you. You’re a terrible person. But as the judge here, I will look at you in the unbiased way you don’t deserve.”
“The mountains are calling and I must skedaddle.
“Who says ‘nincompoop’?!”
“Things fascinate me. Why wouldn’t they, when you stop to give them thought?”
“Are you always so easily convinced?”
“Look, it’s difficult for me to isolate what I hate about you the most because there is so much to hate.”
“That’s an order. Obey.”
“Look, I don’t want to swear but; What. The frick!”
“As the most amazing person in the room, I’ll gladly accept that.”
“Now power down, sass robot.”
“The art of not being an idiot is extremely challenging for me.”
“That’s troubling.”
“Tell your story. Become words, become ideas… you never know what or who it’ll affect.”
I’m so excited to hear you’re back! “Hold my hand so he gets jealous” you can choose who 💕
i chose dogma bc he needs so much more love !! my writing is super rusty && maybe not as good previously, so i apologize for this ( though i hope you enjoy it nevertheless )
‘ trust me when i say this, ______. ’ tup is in utilization of his calloused digits, so scarred from the violence of the war (despite his briefest time as a rookie soldier) for the emphasis of his the attempting of assurance of his friend. ‘ dogma is really quite fond of you even if he does not show it in the way one… typically does. ’ even the words the pass through his lips are painted with uncertainty, for he has never been provided with an opportunity to pursue such romantic ideals and relations with another. however, he is a man of a kind composure and the truest friend one may have – and it comes as no secret for his friendship with the overly obedient, well dogmatic, dogma.
‘ well is he ever going to act upon those feelings? ’ it is not a line of impatience that purses their lips, and much more aligned to the fact of their ever budding feelings for the soldier. a man of supreme intelligence, quite the quick thinker if allowed the creativity, though given the seclusion from necessary social interaction and never allowed a single companion save for their brothers (such was the cruelty and oppression of their reality). ‘ it is not that i wish to force his hand… ’ the slightest of pauses brings a tense silence, a pale rose staining their cheeks. ‘ i don’t want to lose him before… ‘
the sentence is far from its completion, though the pain that stems from the dark scenario brings about their inability to finish.
in a war devoid of happiness and lacking the happy endings of children’s fairy tales and men stripped bare of their humanity through forces that were supposedly the ‘good’, it was perhaps a potential moment for even the briefest touch of happiness.
‘ no matter what happens… i promise you that you will have his affection… in his own dogma-y way. ’ his promise is laced through words woven through a certain kind of bittersweetness, the golden honey of his eyes particularly shining bright with determination to his close friend and his brother happy.
it is a provision of distraction from a much depressing warfront.
though they themselves are of a particularly social persuasion, they have yet to pursue any romantic relations that pushed further than the boundaries of fleeting and abstract words. of course there have been innocuous flirtations of the past time, however tensions of love that pull against their heart had never made their appearance until their meeting of the tattooed man they had so grown to love (and in a brief moment of time as well). with the confirmation of tup of the mutual feelings to be found within the other – it is near desperation in which they search for the solution for their coming together in shared love. and yet it is dogma that presents the solution through no action of his own save for the correctly timed appearance into the space in which tup and them conveyed their talking.
they are swift in their observation of the presence of the newly arrived dogma, and there is a near attachment of them to tup’s side as to grant them they ability to speak into his ear of whispers of a devious plan. ’ hold my hand so he gets jealous. ’
in the provision of their order (of which he quite does not understand, though complies nevertheless), his fingers are interwoven within their own in the moment before the intensity of dogma’s searching gaze lands upon them.
‘ tup? what are you doing here?!you were ordered to help me, remember? ’
—
the presentation of his jealousy comes not through words initially but through his features, the dark taupe of his skin now tinged with pale crimson at the sharpness of his cheekbones. though his personality remains as reflective of the typical way he carries himself, the scolding tone in which he utilizes with tup is harsher in nature than it is to be found in circumstances of normality.
and never to be forgotten brief and nearly shaking interactions with them, of which provide even more obvious views of the crimson staining his cheeks.
‘ tup and i would… greatly enjoy speaking to you, however we were ordered by rex to clean the area. ’ in all of his training exercises in which to meet the sternest gazes of his superiors, he fails the expectations to meet their own gaze.
‘ let me guess, tup somehow got the two of you in trouble and now you have to clean the hangar. ’ hand pressed against their hips in expectation for an answer, it appears quite likely of the inability for dogma to pursue a plan of escape from the awkwardness.
‘ that is correct. ’ dogma nods curtly of his and tup’s cause for punishment, a topic in which he could prove his excellence as a soldier (especially in the supposed lack of tup - perhaps mainly as an impression to a certain someone). ‘ if tup had not dragged me into fives’ wrestling tournament with the others, we would not have been having to do this. ’
‘ hey! that is not how the story goes, dogma– ’yet again there is an intentional loss for words, noting the perfect opportunity for his departure as dogma provides his record as an obedient, excellent soldier (in comparison to the likes of tup, with much preference for games over duty).
‘ you do make an excellent soldier… ’ they compliment upon the departure of tup from hearing, and it is almost akin to a tease, for they quite enjoy the blushing mess that is dogma. ‘ but you mean so much more than to me… ’
it is a few brief lengths as the enclose the space between them (and now dogma was a flame of redness, quite comparable to the scarlet utilized in the painting of the gunships). ‘ and i know that you like me too… ’ with the gentle lightness of feather, their finger are pressed to his face in their gesture of affection. ‘otherwise your jealousy would not have shown so badly. ’
Drabble Challenge: 1-150
Rules: Followers send a number to your ask and you write a drabble using that sentence/prompt in your piece. Try to keep up! Expect a TON of requests!
“The skirt is supposed to be this short.”
“How long have you been standing there?”
“I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid.”
“Who gave you that black eye?”
“You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?”
“I just like proving you wrong.”
“Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”
“Forget it. You fucking suck.”
“Quit it or I’ll bite.”
“If you use up all the hot water again, I swear to god! You’re on the couch for a month!!”
“If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.”
“I’m pregnant.”
“Looks like we’re gonna be stuck here for a while.”
“Take. It. Off.”
“Well, you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not.”
“I’ll kick his ass if you want me to.”
“Stop it! It tickles!”
“It’s okay to cry…”
“And that’s how you ruin a life. Congratulations.”
“D..did you just make that noise?”
“He’s a bad kisser.”
“You can scream if you want.”
“I didn’t know we were keeping track.”
“We’re playing checkers. If you don’t like it, leave.”
“One of them’s missing.”
“Save some for me.”
“Oh, fuck off.”
“You’re still mad?”
“Come over here and make me.”
“You better watch yourself.”
“Eat your lunch and you wouldn’t be hungry.”
“Why did we have to have kids?”
“Call on Line 1”
“He creeped me out. I’m not gonna lie.”
“I’m done! You can fix it!”
“Can we just watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch?”
“Where did he go?”
“You leave whenever you feel like it.”
“I forgot I was a single parent.”
“Don’t apologize if you don’t mean it.”
“You’re going out dressed like that?”
“For the hundredth time, I’m not your babysitter.”
“Frost the damn cupcakes.”
“Well that’s the second biggest news I’ve heard all day.”
“You look pretty hot in plaid.”
“I thought you were dead!”
“I thought it was a one-night-stand…and now we’re married…”
“We’ve become the clingy couple that you used to complain about.”
“Quit touching me. Your feet are cold.”
“You know you want it, sweetheart.”
“I’m your husband. It’s my job.”
“You just wanted them because the light up.”
“That wasn’t very subtle.”
“He thinks he’s a mind reader.”
“It’s just you and me tonight. I was thinking we could have a little fun.”
“I don’t do hugs.”
“Don’t talk anymore.”
“I’m just a guy with a wife, two kids, and a Harley.”
“How do I even put up with you?”
“I said get rid of it.”
“They didn’t just find out. They already knew!”
“You’re not as quiet as you think you are.”
“Can you just man up and change his diaper?”
“Just don’t buy a goat. I don’t care what you do, just no goats.”
“I have a secret.”
“I won’t let you get hurt.”
“You’re strong, baby. You have to be.”
“He’s four years old!!”
“I’ve had enough! I want to be alone!”
“I can’t stand seeing you like this.”
“Me and the boys will handle it.”
“You’re competitive and so am I, and it’s going to lead to a fight.”
“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”
“You’re a dork, just like your father.”
“Mind if I join you?”
“Daddy!”
“I lost our child.”
“That’s my shirt. So is that..wait?”
“My name isn’t Leslie…who’s Leslie?”
“There’s a surprise upstairs for you.”
“I’ll take care of it.”
“I’m not your boss? Well then who is?”
“You can’t eat solids, only liquids until Thursday.”
“Come on, baby, up to bed.”
“They got you a present. Isn’t it sweet?”
“Am I scaring you?”
“Run! You said you’d work out with me!”
“After everything…I’d still choose you.”
“And when did you plan on telling me about this?”
“Trust me.”
“Scoot over a little bit, please.”
“You’re so clingy, I love it.”
“You didn’t just wake me up at 2am because you were ‘in the mood’.”
“Did they hurt you?”
“You’re cute when you’re all worried.”
“Stop being grumpy. It’s lame.”
“I don’t need a hero, I need a husband.”
“Don’t shut me out.”
“You got a cute butt.”
“I just got out of the shower, I can’t dance. What if my towel falls off?”
“Don’t be an asshole. Asshole.”
“Do you really think I could ever replace you?”
“Sharing is caring. Now give me your fries.”
“…or we can chill in our underwear.”
“You can’t make up for it by giving me a tic-tac.”
“Keep pedaling and don’t stop, okay?”
“You, me, popcorn, two liter Dr. Pepper, and a movie. You in?”
“Have you seen my contacts?”
“Life is a highway, and I’m always drunk. So I’m not driving.”
“Quit stalling. Where’s your father?”
“You can’t just hug me and think everything’s okay.”
“Is he coming home?”
“I prefer blondes.”
“No more dogs. How hard it it to understand?”
“I let you win.”
“I broke your nose, and I’m sorry for that. But what you’re doing isn’t fair.”
“Can I do your hair?”
“Your favorite superhero can’t be a villain.”
“I told you not to jump on the bed!”
“He’s pampering me, let him be.”
“Ready or not, here I come.”
“I’m worried about losing my job!”
“Oh, did I scare you, big boy?”
“Happy new year!”
“Quit moving, I’m trying to sleep. Wait…are you…what?!”
“You nap, I’ll stay awake.”
“It’s turbulence. It’s normal.”
“Don’t touch me. We’re fighting.”
“I’ll give you a massage.”
“You fell asleep in the tub?!”
“Are you doodling?”
“We’re not playing strip poker. I don’t care what I said when I was drunk.”
“Slushies aren’t just for kids, fuck society.”
“Are you scared…Then why won’t you look at the screen?”
“Enough with the pillow talk, I’m tired.”
“You had a nightmare, tell me what it was about so I can fix it.”
“We need groceries, not just junk food. You’re worse than the kids.”
“Is this our closet? Or your closet?”
“If I win, you do dishes for a week.”
“Fist bumps are cooler than high-fives…”
“Use your words.”
“Hold my hand so he gets jealous.”
“Ew, your hand is sweaty.”
“Get out of my face before I hit you.”
“I don’t care if your 4 or 40, you don’t hit people.”
“You only care about football, beer, and raking leaves.”
“Look! Fireflies!”
“Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?”
“I just need ten minutes.”
*Make Your Own*
Happy Writing! Visit @prompt-bank for more prompts!
hey !!! i'm actually reviving this blog again after so long !! so feel free to send in some asks && requests ! i'll potentially start to reblog more memes as well --
33 + 48 w/ Wolffe please? I'm so in love with your writing♥♥love you
ahh thank you && i love my followers as well !!
the coldness of the rigid coruscant night air does not bring any typical sensation of soothing comfort as it has done so in the past. if provides only the briefest of relief, merely bringing the trail of tears to a dryness that is itchy and blotchy rather than the smoothness that they are used to. however, it is not a concern to them of their appearance, however much more preoccupied with the potential loss of their love, so much their fingernails no longer possess the ‘proper aesthetic’, almost red and bleeding from the total worry that threatens to consume them.
it is not behavior that wolffe had desired for them, however they cannot press the stress and worry back.
there is a desolate return to the suffocating warmth of their apartment, typical an area for comfort and relaxed warmth, however their worry ruins any enjoyment to be found. until the safe return of their lover among his men (very good men as everyone of their brothers, that deserved lives of their own), they will not rest nor will the attention of taking care of themselves come to them.
the is almost imagination of the scolding of wolffe by their horrid behavior, however he is not here to give them orders… and that is the very reason for their behavior, he is not there with them.
rather than taking the large, comfortable bed of their bedroom (of wolffe’s choosing—— an interesting but approved opinion), they take to sleep curled in an uncomfortable looking armchair in their small living space.
with the hope to sleep out this stress.
perhaps it is the exhaustion of the deep stress that lures them into the deepest sleep (a dreamless sleep, yet very needed) and it is not until the first molten rays of the golden sun that they awaken to a strange but deeply familiar warmth. their eyes flutter open in soft movements, the side of the chair now replaced by the all too familiar strength and warmth of their partner’s chest. they are quick to contain their excitement, with brief hesitation and peering into the scarred features of their lover (who appears to be in some sort of peace during his rest).
despite the comfort of his presence, they remove themselves from the bed, tears already stinging at the corners of their eyes. relief soars into them and the force of it forces them into a wall, a gentle hand clasped over their mouth, keeping the sobs to a quiet, secure sound.
however, wolffe wakes at even the slightest of noises (based from both experience and training), and the sound of even the quietest of sobs indicates an issue that needs to be taken care of. the gruffness of his personality pulls many people, he knows, and yet… below that cool exterior, lies a very warm interior that only the ones closest to him know.
it is quite useful in a war that threatens to take away all those that matter to him.
———’ why are you crying? ’ he takes his place by them, not quite in the range to touch them (for he does not know what they want), yet there to provide the comfort that is so necessary. his voice is gruff, quite deep from just waking up, and it appears he is to scold them, though it is typical of him to display such a cool expression (he is capable of expressing the 'warmer’ of feelings, however he prefers the seeming lack of emotion when he cares quite deeply on the inside).
’ oh… ’ a slight pause, the wiping of their eyes to reveal a face full of redness from their sobs. ’ i just had heard that there was a disaster on the planet you were on… and i just assumed the worse. ’ they do not cry again, but finally climb into his embrace, burying their head into his chest.
wolffe feels that he has taught them better in maintaining each available source of information, however he does not bring himself to scold them in this moment. in easy motions, he embraces them to himself, presenting an aura both of comfort and protection, both of which they very much need from one another.
’ you must have been listening to separatist propaganda again. if anything, the battle was a disaster for them. ’ the slightest attempt of humor, however it does not fit the mood and brings very little comfort.
’ don’t cry… ’ his voice now retains softness that seems quite out of character, as he whispers into the warmth of their hair. fingers drum a soft rhythm across their back. a good method to bring some sort of comfort to them (from the advice he has gained from his brothers). ’ i am here with you. ’
he cannot promise that he can stay, however their closeness to one another… it is the best for the moment.
send me a character + number
for the prompts could you do 87 with captain rex? i absolutely adore your writing xo
thank you so much, i am glad that you do !!
87. ‘ you’re so adorable. ’
’ you’re so adorable, rex! ’ the simplest of laughs brushes across their lips, peering into the comical scene that appears before them. the strictest of captains, now appearing within the clothes of a civilian (donated graciously by them), a lot-cat now clutched within the great strength of his arms. a blush of embarrassment stains his cheeks dark, though they sense the determination within him for the loth-cat to follow his commands (it is an expectation, after all, being captain of a legion). they offer not a single word of advice nor help, with the preference to continue his confusion and frustration.
loth-cats can be tame little creatures when they wish however there is yet a stubborn little nature that burns within them.
’ you think me struggling for my life is adorable? ’ a question of both outrage and absolute confusion as he manages to keep the claws of the perfectly harmless (okay maybe it is able to do some harm) away from his already battle scarred face.
’ oh don’t be so dramatic rex. ’ a roll of their eyes indicates that they will be in no position to help him with the little terror that threatens his face. if there is any true trouble to brew, of course they would come to his rescue.
at this particular point however, it is merely a situation of pure amusement.
’ do i need to comm over rex to help save you? ’ it is a fact among all of the 501st that the aforementioned man possesses a touch for the natural life, including the tiny yet fierce loth-cat. it is merely a threat that they do not have intentions of acting upon, for they most definitely know that rex does not require assistance from his closest brother.
or rather that he does not desire it (with the preference to keep this rather… embarrassing moment between himself and his partner, who find it to be of great amusement).
’ i will show this… cat that i am made of sterner stuff. ’ it is not really a threat, he means no genuine harm to the creature (far from it, rex is quite respectful of the wildlife)… however it will be him that will win this testing of the battle of the wills.
’ you can certainly try, but i don’t think that it will actually happen. ’ their creature happens to be their pet, a rather spoiled one if they were to be honest… but that is they wanted to be honest, and at the moment they are quite enjoying the struggle between rex and their pet. a rather funny pair the two would make, they muse to themselves, as the creatures attempts to make rex a place to sleep upon.
———
’ i cannot believe that you find this creature to be cute… ’ his mouth is pressed into a frown of disapproval, his dark eyes eyeing the loth-cat with a drudging amount of respect yet distaste. the loth-cat had won the… well, the skirmish, and had planted itself firmly upon rex’s chest in a place of comfort to sleep. hours later, in this present moment, their pet has return to the familiar comfort of their arms, asleep once more. the annoyance of the creature remains, yet dissipates slowly as he takes notice of their genuine affection of the creature. he supposes that they cannot help their love for the creature.
’ he’s soft and cuddly! ’ they declare with complete ignorance of the potential danger that the creature poses. ‘and he makes for a very good companion when he wants to. ’
the key words are 'when he wants to’, and a subconscious admittance that the creature is not perfect.
’ surely i make a better companion than a loth-cat? ’ a dark eyebrow raises in genuine curiosity, though his tone is half amusement as well. a silent nod provides their answer yet as they bury their face into the soft, fawn fur that is dotted with the smallest of brown spots. he supposes to accept the answer, it is most likely the best one he is to receive.
’ but… ’ a pause in their voice, slight amusement playing upon their features lightly. ’ but you should know that i love you most in my life. ’ a quick kiss to his cheek confirms their affection for him and earns them yet another blush that paints his face crimson. it is one of their most favorite traits about him, that he blushes quite easily (though it is a fact that is far from his easy admittance and it is doubtful they will have the opportunity to ever say a word about it).
’ so i won’t have to compete with it… ’ a pause for a brief correction. ’ him for your affections, right? ’ a question made in amusement, however he does need the confirmation that the creature will not take them during his free time.
after all, his free time is quite scarce and he much prefers to have his entire attention upon his partner (and vice versa, far from demanding… he just enjoys their company very much).
’ of course not, my love. ’ their reply is similar to a tune, as if they were to sing out their words, an interesting vocal pattern he has noted among members of their species. ’ nothing could ever take your place in my life. ’
send me a character + number
Can I please request Rex and number 25 from the angst/fluff prompt list?
here you go !! i hope that you do enjoy !!
25. ‘ what the hell were you thinking? ’
’ whoever wants me dead… they are not doing a very good job of it. ’ a political activist in hot pursuit of the rights for the men that serve the republic and the end to the constant war, popularity is far removed from their name. yet another attempt upon their life in the midst of a discussion for peace (in which absolved any of the soldiers of guilt, for it is not their war), a jump out the window seemed the most likely option. a better death to be taken in flying through the air rather than drowning in a pool of their own blood (a grisly sight for anyone to bear).
they suppose that once they make their way to familiar faces, they will receive a talk for their action of pure impulsion.
so unlike decisions for the typical cool senators that possess little connection to their own people, or who bathe in their privilege and seek no ways to assist the true victims of the republic’s control. yet another atypical move for a politician not to be considered within the norms of elite society.
not that they ever wish to ever associate themselves with the elite, privileged of society, who cares not for a single being that dies in this war for them… and even possess the potential for the blaming of the war to be passed upon to the clones.
’ what the hell were you thinking? ’ arrives the handsomely accented and battle weary voice of a captain that handles far too much than his stress levels should like.
’ better to risk my life than the multiple lives of your men. ’ it is a declaration of sure firmness, and only spared the quickest of thoughts as they managed themselves within the colorful crowds of lower coruscant. very much a location that peaks their interest, but they do have an awareness that their partner may be far from agreement. they are also very quite aware of the poor argument that will provide not a single excuse to the captain once they meet again (if they ever find themselves through this mess of different shapes).
’ my men and i would have handled the situation just fine, senator. ’ the annoyance does not lessen a single amount in the claim, rather it increases as concern remains bubbling in his emotions. ’ it is a far more difficult task to locate you now. ’ much more of an apt excuse than their provision.
however, there is no evidence of a lie (rex only conducts a purely honest policy).
’ well, it is too late to dwell on the situation now, captain. ’ a simple disguise of the amusement of their voice, for the captain will find no appreciation in any humor they might find. ’ i will find my way, no need to waste your resources on me, captain. ’
however a complex city planet that is coruscant’s reality, there are ways to ease the complications of navigations.
’ i apologize senator, but we have our orders to take you safely into our custody. ’
———
’ i know that you did not wish for any of my men to be lost. ’ there is a gentlest caress of the softness of their chin, though tension remains a stress upon the air. ’ but i can assure you that we could have prevented the situation with ease. ’ no argumentation is provided here in this moment, yet resentment is settled within their concentrated features (far from aimed at rex himself, rather at the institution that keeps him forcibly loyal, the institution that they are bound to because of their position). ’ well, you never are the best listener when you are angry. ’ a quiet chuckle turns into a pressed kiss against their forehead.
’ it is not that… ’ a voice of quietness and reflections pulls rex’s attention, especially at the gathering seriousness of their tone. ’ but rather you are forced to come save me, you did not have a choice and neither did your men. ’ a tone of bitterness enlaces their voice, yet it spoken with the purest truth.
these men taking to sacrificing for a life they do not even recall in the barest of memories.
’ of course i would have come after you… ’ they very much are in understanding of his statement, yet a sigh parts their lips in a shake of their head.
’ think of any other person, you and your men are forced to give your lives for someone that may think you are not deserving of rights. ’ on all of their fingers and more they can count the many senators that do not give a single glance to the rights of the passing clones.
’ i cannot just leave my brothers here, i can’t just leave them to die. ’ his voice is quiet as he stumbles over their implications, ones that he certainly has a strong appreciation for… yet he possesses a choice for his lifestyle, and that is to best protect his brothers. ’ i cannot leave them to die, it would weigh too much on me.
they relent to his expression of affection through his fingers entangling themselves within the tresses of their hair, with complete acceptance of his input. they do possess their opinions of what should be done, however it is by far from their life to choose… and they will ever support the life that is chosen by him.
that will never renege their support of him.
’ you fight the war with your brothers. ’ a small pause between statements. ’ i fight for you and your brothers to ensure your rights as people. ’
send me a character + number
82 + Captain Rex? Your writing is super good btw!! Keep up the good work~
ahh thank you so much !! i hope you enjoy reading this !!
82. ‘ just breathe, okay? ’
’ another tough mission, i assume. ’ their voice merely brings a semblance of comfort to the battle weary captain, remaining less than responsive to their soft words. with slender fingers, they search his back for tender areas in which could be healed with a few moments of massage. however, there are deeper injuries that require much more time for healing, and at times they almost lose hope that these scars will never heal. however, they are persistent in their efforts to help him, and rex feels eternal gratefulness for them, though there is almost a feeling a guilt that lingers about him because it seems that he does not grow better.
’ you could say that. ’ he is simple in his reply, with no wish to expand upon the fact that half a platoon of men had been lost in the heat of the battle. far too painful to speak of, especially such soon after the battle had ended (a victory, of course, but a victory at a cost).
and yet they do not pursue the subject, possessing the knowledge that it will not be the best for him to pressure talk.
’ you do not have to say, cyar'ika. i am here with you. ’ a kiss pressed to his head indicates their very true affection.
’ and i do not know how to repay you back… for being with someone so scarred like me. ’ his words are more akin to murmurs, as if he does not want his partner to hear him speak. they recognize it as almost a silent call for help and they bring their arms around the armor less, quite vulnerable man that is dealing with a tragedy that he incorrectly attributes to himself. it is a very difficult mindset to rid oneself of, though they remain determined to help them in any way that they can. ’ but i do appreciate it nevertheless. ’ gingerly, there is a grasp of their fingers, of which he presses to his lips in a gentle kiss.
even throughout the difficulties this relationship is presented with, they can never imagine themselves giving up on their lover. not at all.
’ you do not need to pay me back at all. ’ their tone is complex, with firmness to indicate their point with the gentleness that this time of trouble requires. there is a ghost of a smile that and a near-laugh, almost in the absurdity of the statement that he owes them anything.
even if he does wish to repay them back in anything, they will simply refuse (they did it out of the love in their heart).
’ i do this because i love you. because i care about you so much and i want to see you be alright, not suffering. ’————after the battles always arrives the night terrors, the faces of his deceased brothers always in his dreams, almost in accusation that he did not prevent their deaths. it is a very untrue statement in reality, however the immense self-blame and the actual viewing of his brothers’ deaths create a mental state in which is perfect for these delusions and nightmares to develop. each moment of his brothers’ dying are relived through these horrid dreams, taking place in his sleep, which should have been some sort of haven from the horrors of this war.
’ rex! rex, wake up! ’ a distant voice calls for him, and it is not similar to the voices of accusations and desperation of the voices that beg to save him. the background of darkness soon returns to a background o his partner staring into his face, concern painting their features in full.
a quick realization is that he is in cold sweat and that he can hardly breath, the pressure upon his chest giving him a difficult effort to even perform the task with ease.
’ just breathe, okay? ’ their voice slowly but surely brings him back to the light of reality, though it remainsa difficulty to perform the simple task of breathing. ’ you’ll be okay, i promise you. ’
’ i will be okay… ’ the simple statement pours from his mouth without a thought, his thinking quickly returning to the brothers that he has lost. ’ but not the brothers under my command. they will not be okay. ’ the guilt ever remains, and he knows that it must be annoying to his partner, that they have to deal with this mess of a guilt ridden and battle scarred man. he fully expects them to leave him with his misery, however it is much more than a pleasant surprise when they remain next to him, their arm draped over him in comfort.
’ talk about it if you need… ’ the softest of pauses, their fingers digging tenderly into the harshly cut locks of his golden hair. ’ even cry about it, i will stay with you. ’ his eyebrows are raised at the final statement in the expression of his emotions in tears, however… it does not seem a terrible idea… it is merely a foreign concept to him, a soldier is not supposed to express his emotions, much less through the act of crying.
it is a few moments, but rex allows himself to relax within their arms, the silent tears trailing in streams that are a strong contrast against his strong features.
’ maybe my brothers won’t come back… but i have to survive for them. ’
send me a character + number
Angst/fluff Prompt List
Please don’t repost (stealing isn’t cool, but reblog if you wish) <3 <3
“I love you, please don’t go.”
“Stay here tonight.”
“Please don’t walk out of that door.”
“I thought things were going great.”
“Don’t you love me?”
“You make every day worth living.”
“I’ll keep you warm.”
“I’m never letting you go.”
“You meant too much to me.”
“I won’t let you.”
“How could you ask me that?”
“Don’t you trust me?”
“I won’t let anyone hurt you, you’re safe with me.”
“You look amazing tonight.”
“Shouldn’t you be with him/her?”
“I’ve got you.”
“I can’t sleep, can I stay here?”
“It’s late. Shouldn’t you be asleep?”
“How are you feeling today?”
“You look amazing tonight.”
“We’ll figure this out.”
“This isn’t goodbye.”
“What’s cookin’ good lookin’?”
“Wanna go grab a drink?”
“What the hell were you thinking?!”
“Here, let me help you.”
“Kiss me.”
“I care about you.”
“You could have warned me!”
“That was unexpected.”
“You haven’t lost me.”
“Why are you doing this?”
“Don’t cry.”
“Please don’t do this.”
“You make me feel safe.”
“You’ve shown me what love can feel like.”
“Thank you, for everything.”
“All I wanted was for you to be happy.”
“I can’t do this on my own.”
“I wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you.”
“Don’t be afraid.”
“You’re always on my mind.”
“You have no idea how much I want you right now.”
“You’ve always felt like home.”
“I can’t imagine this world without you.”
“Dance with me.”
“Trust me.”
“Why are you crying?”
“Who hurt you?”
“Nothing is wrong with you.”
“You make me feel alive.”
“I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”
“Who cares about what they think?”
“Let’s go.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“Tell me what’s wrong.”
“You’ve always got me.”
“I’ve waited for this moment for a long time.”
“Is this okay?”
“You look like you could use a hug.”
“Did you need something?”
“Do you have a ride home?”
“I am home.”
“What happened back there?”
“That’s not gonna happen.”
“Why me?”
“I’m right where I belong.”
“Fine.”
“What do you want me to say?”
“After everything we’ve been through, you still don’t think that I love you?”
“You’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?”
“You need sleep.”
“Excuse me?”
“What are you doing?”
“What did you expect?”
“You’re not alone.”
“We’re meant for each other.”
“You’re worth it.”
“I don’t care what anyone else thinks.”
“I’ve always been honest with you.”
“It’s cold, you should take my jacket.”
“Just breathe, okay?”
“When I’m with you, I’m happy.”
“Going somewhere?”
“Don’t lie to me.”
“Don’t be scared, I’m right here.”
“You’re so adorable.”
“I’m better, now that you’re here.”
“I could never forget you.”
“Forget it.”
“That’s in the past.”
“You make me happy.”
“You’re more than that.”
“I won’t lose you too.”
“Come cuddle.”
“Can’t you stay a little longer?”
“It’s not that easy.”
“I’ve had enough.”
“I fell in love with you, not them.”
“You’re the only one I wanna wake up next to.”
5 sentence nsfw headcanon: first time with cody?
i don’t usually write nsfw but i hope this is alright !! i enjoyed writing this a lot actually
‘ don’t worry cyar’ika, i will make you feel good. ’ bodies pressing together in moments of ultimate intimacy, a trail of kisses that only touch the most pleasurable of places. a strangle of gasps and moans escape from parted lips, their body worshipped by a pair of calloused, seemingly experienced hands. growls of deep lust rumbles from the strength of his muscular chest, his fingers interwoven in the tresses of their hair, locking them against his body. his focus is all upon giving them pleasure, with the allowance of their taking the lead in this illicit affair, however that does not keep his hands from straying among their body. the tugging upon his neck towards them only indicates a single thing, and the slyest of grins only paints his bruised lips. ‘ so you’re finally ready? ’
five sentence nsfw ficlet
rex sees his brother within her, a ghost that has never moved on. excitement lights amber eyes to a molten gold, the dimples she has developed all too familiar of a former smile. perhaps he sees too much of him within her, a brother who has yet to let him go even when within the arms of death.
the first brother who had passed in his arms (and by far from the last.
‘ daddy! ’ her cry is brittle, full of hurt, yet a longing —— no a need for his presence to come sooth her. memories flash before his eyes and he finds himself peering into a pallid face that should have been so full of life. a blink in a moment shifts the scene away, presenting him once more a situation in which someone needs him.
she is yet a toddler and he is all she has (a sacrifice from her mother ensures them this some sort of peaceful life).
he sighs, running a hand over the tired eyes that have seen far too much, and continue to remember the memories that will continue to haunt him. however, there is a child that needs his presence —— his assurance that he will be there, and he cannot bear the cries that are desperate for him (so different so yet similar to the dying cries of his fallen brother).
i won’t abandon you. that is a promise. words are words and may not hold significant meaning for the speaker. yet they are for him.
he cannot —— no he will not fail his child as he did his brother, a promise that he makes upon the ever present ghost of his elder brother. with conviction, he holds the tiny toddler to his chest, no cries heard from his daughter again.
Hello! I hope you have a nice day! NSFW Headcanon with a soft and maybe sleepy Rex with a Jedi healer!reader ? If you want, but anything soft and fluffy/sleepy with Rex will be great! Btw I really love your work and how you write the vode! <3
since you requested soft rex, i went more along the lines of cuddly rather than nsfw for this one !! i plan to write some more… exciting scenes with rex coming in the future. thank you so much & i’m glad that you do !
‘ there, there. ’ the gentlest of voices brings a soothing mood, agile fingers pressing the bandage to the hair roughened chest. against them lay their lover, injury afflicting the captain, however providing a time for them to be together. limbs wrapped together in an impossible mess of a tangle, they are as close to one another as any pair of lovers could be. the most intimate of kisses are exchange, however excitement will be saved for a time when their poor lover regains his health (even so there is disappointment to be found in his tone). only a smile of gentle amusement presses itself against their lips as they find him asleep, their hands entangled in the short golden fluff that is his hair.
five sentence nfsw ficlet
Send me a NSFW headcanon and I’ll write a 5 sentence ficlet about it 👀👅
what about some headcanons for kix, fives, and hardcase with a pregnant s/o?
i know i certainly got emotional while writing these !! hope you enjoy them nevertheless !!
kix
he knows very well about biology and how it works and especially what can happen if there’s a little action between himself and his partner… without protection. yet when they inform him of the situation with tears in their eyes, a strange blend of excitement and nervousness, he falls of his chair. kix is far from dumb, however the heat of the moment had made him forgot that there had been no usage of any sort of protection. his response is delayed and that hurts his partner very much, however he is genuinely excited to be a father, and attempts to comfort them for his poor response. he does whatever he can to make it up to them, and ensures that he will love and cherish their child despite anything that is thrown their way.
while not an expert on prenatal care, kix’s experience as a medic helps him to keep his partner in the best shape they can be to give birth to their child. he has compiled duties and tasks they should perform for their health when he is not there, and he is having them constantly update him through a private comm system on their status (and also because he adores the sound of their voice). when is able to spend time with them, he is half between spoiling them and half bossing them around (they find it both charming and annoying), from him lovingly rub their feet to him yelling (not really yelling, maybe scolding) at them for munching on a very unhealthy bag of treats.
kix is off on a mission when the baby comes and so he misses the birth, and that greatly disappoints him as he feels that he was not as supportive as he should have been with his partner. the baby is a little girl and he grows very tearful when he first holds her, he is just so happy that he does not miss this moment… and he swears to be at his partner’s and daughter’s side whenever they need him to be. kix feels so guilty about missing the birth that he cries and his partner hold shim close, reassuring that there was nothing he could have done, that their daughter had decided to make their entrance early. when he is able to have time with his family, he often sits near his daughter’s cradle in the night and he doesn’t really mind the lack of sleep when he is there to assure that she is safe.
hardcase
one of the many misconceptions about hardcase is that he never takes anything in a serious manner, every situation he can make a joke of, and yet… he is very mature about learning of the pregnancy and immediately thinking of ways of helping his partner when he cannot be there. he is a soldier and he will not always be there for them, especially in an active war, and he wants to ensure them the best care while he is away. he is endlessly happy about this child and does not hesitate to express it to his partner, taking them tenderly in his arms and kissing them all over. he maintains the same excitable attitude, but he is always thinking of ways that he could help his partner when he is not there, and there is a lingering fear in him that something bad might happen.
hardcase absolutely adores spoiling his partner when he is able to have time with them, though he knows when not to over exceed the limit. he likes to play games with the baby inside of them, often poking his partner’s stomach and they baby kicks right back, which both amuses and annoys his partner (and they have a feeling that the two of them will be criminal pair). he holds his partner close to him, his hands gently resting upon their stomach in a protective manner, a silent promise that he will keep the both of them safe. it breaks his heart when he is forced to leave from his partner for a mission, and the fear and anxiety of something bad happening to them almost overwhelms him (he easily disguises it with his outgoing personality, so his brothers may not worry as well).
he is fortunately there for the birth of his son and though his partner warns him not to watch, he does so anyways and ends up fainting into a chair. he is the proudest father and partner he could be and looking into his child’s tiny amber eyes that matches his own, he just knows that he will be destined for something great. he longs to tell his brothers of his son’s birth, and it takes his partner to pinching him from ever thinking about it. when he departs for a mission, he is sure to hold his partner and child close to him in the longest goodbye, though there is some comfort in their safety because they recently moved into a much nicer place. he promises to bring something back for his three week old son from umbara (it’s against the rules to take something from the battlefield, but who said it was from there?). but he never returns.
fives
fives is absolutely over the moon when he is informed about the pregnancy, so much that he raises them into the air and swirls them around. he is quite excited for the following few days and his brothers notice, though he never says anything about it. although he knows that rex would definitely kill him (or in the very least, berate him harshly), fives would definitely desert the army for his partner and their child if they said the word. living a life with his family is worth so much more to him than serving a republic that hardly counts him as a person, and he has a feeling that rex would come to understand and forgive him… eventually. the reason why does not simply leave now is his loyalty to his brothers, he has a duty to protect them and his family, and that is why he stays.
fives is shameless in the excuses that he makes up to spend time with his partner and he makes sure to be at every appointment with his partner, ensuring the health of the baby. he finds himself thinking about echo very much, how his brother would have made the best uncle ever, and he plans on telling his child about all the stories and adventures that he shared with him. the war grows larger and more violent over time and rex’s lenience is growing thin (fives suspects he has some sort of idea for fives’ different behavior), and fives is forced to see less of his partner everyday. he spends one last night with them, relaxed in one another’s presence, and he departs very early the next morning, not knowing what will come to him.
when he returns to coruscant finally, he is fearful of bringing his partner and his unborn child into the conspiracy upon the fear of their seemingly mysterious disappearances or deaths. however, once the conspiracy has come to full light and he has exposed whatever is brewing by the chancellor himself, he will desert the army to raise his child with his partner away from where anyone and anything could hurt them. the only thing that brings him comfort during this time of difficulty and running away are the faces of his partner and unborn child. one of the reasons why he is so forceful to uncover this mysterious plot is because of his brothers as well as the safety of his child, and he wants to give them a good childhood that is so unlike his own. however, when he lays dying in the arms of his brother, a child is being born on the very same planet without the father that would have loved them so very much.
rex very much enjoys playing with and helping fix his daughter’s hair, it’s a calming sensation and it helps bond the two together. cyare’s hair is very curly just like her mother’s yet it is unbearbly thick like her father’s, and so it provids bit of a fun challenge for him. he just likes playing with hair in general (no thanks to his partner who often asks him to stroke their hair all the time), but he is always respectful and asks for their permission before he does anything with it. he lets his daughter choose the hairstyle that she wants for the day no matter how difficult it is to do, it really is a fun tasks for him and seeing his child happy makes him happy. he never really had much of a childhood, so he wants to give his own child the best childhood that he can provide for her.
