Listen, ad’ika, Atin wants you out of that dump. I want you out of that dump, and Venku needs a female touch. But if I put you up somewhere with the kid, you have to swear you won’t blab to Atin about him. You hear me? Darman cannot know. You can’t get careless with that holoreceiver my boys gave you, or you’ll be sending seriously redacted love letters to dear At’ika via Captain Ordo.
- Kal Skirata to Laseema, over a fry-up at the Kragget restaurant, 547 days after Geonosis
I just find it ~*interesting*~ that Laseema is forgotten for the entirety of True Colours (except when she's sexting Atin), and that KT only brings her back into the narrative and busts her out of Qibbu's when Kal needs a more convenient (i.e. less critically employed) babysitter than Besany -_- Anyway, if KT had any actual love for Laseema, we would've gotten a chapter from her POV, but we didn't so I guess I'll just have to do it myself
Riyo coiled Thorn’s hair around her finger. “How can I persuade you to treat me like any other girl?”
Thorn chuckled at the irony of this suggestion. He also adjusted his seat again. Fox sympathized: it was impossible to get comfortable in these trousers, even without an attractive woman sitting in the splash area of your groin. “I’m supposed to behave tonight.”
Riyo affected innocence.
Thorn beckoned her closer. The ornaments dripping from her updo tinkled as he spoke low into her ear. “I really shouldn't drop the formalities. Otherwise, you’d be shocked at what I’d do to you ... Ma’am.”
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drabble as i work on the final chapter of Opposite Number ... coming soon *teehee*
As the eclipse passed and the day broadened again, so did the landscape. Now only solitary trees stood tall among the low-lying scrub. The ground grew tussocky, matted here and there like giant’s hair, and wildflowers gloried in the open sky.
Riyo plucked them eagerly; her braid became a colourful crown of daffodown and Fox’s beard a bed for dryas and thyme. If he recognised the native marriage traditions, he didn’t squirm. He humoured her. He sat placidly while Riyo slipped bright posies into the webbing of his pack.
One should never go to the wells of the world empty-handed.
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Drabble from Asphodel, a Foxiyo fix-it that meanders into the hills of Pantora. I also just realized it's my 100th Star Wars fic :3
Once Riyo learned Fox had found a guy, of course she wanted to have a little drinks party about it.
It was supposed to be a casual warm-up. Proof of concept. Thorn and Riyo weren’t strangers. He’d escorted her home after the Pantoran blockade, and he’d deployed with her on diplomatic missions to Plutonia. Long jumps all, but crowded. There was usually a Jedi aboard.
Fox was relieved she approved of Thorn, at least in theory. And it was only fair that they got a chance to flirt…
But at her apartment? With all her family holos and the dog watching?
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dw, haven't forgotten I still owe folks a third chapter to Opposite Number ;3 a preview drabble
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/3
Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Riyo Chuchi/CC-1010 | Fox, Riyo Chuchi/CC-1010 | Fox/Clone Commander Thorn
Characters: CC-1010 | Fox, Riyo Chuchi, Clone Commander Thorn
Additional Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Mutual Masturbation, Threesome, Voyeurism, Hotwifing, Established Fox/Riyo, Coruscant Guard, Developing Relationship, Internalized Stuff
Nothing in this world belongs to Commander Fox. His love is all he has and he isn’t known for his generosity. But a pleasure shared is a pleasure force-multiplied or some such kark. He has high standards for his body-double, Riyo higher still, and only one guy might have the skills for the job ...
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Whoever sent me an ask years ago about Fox/Riyo/Thorn ... thanks, I’m still thinking about it. Chapters to be released fortnightly.
hello! i was wondering if you had any recommendations or advice on how to improve on writing milwank in my fic? you're really good at it and i am in awe. any recommended reading etc would be so appreciated!! hope you have a nice day :)
That’s very kind of you, thank you for reading my stories and telling me what you like about them! I’ll try to distill 15+ years of personal interest, family involvement, and academic study into some broad channels to check out (with the caveat that I've never been in the military or lived anywhere near a combat zone):
Nothing beats first-hand accounts, for starters. I read nonfiction, autobiographies, and memoirs, from a variety of veteran nationalities. But it doesn’t matter the war or the conflict or the branch: military experience shapes not only perspective and thinking, but also—particularly important for writing—the words one uses and how one uses them. Read or listen to enough veterans and it becomes clear which phrases and jargon are actually common currency and which are the stuff of Hollywood and bad listicles on the internet.
Speaking of Hollywood, a really approachable and digestible resource are those “experts react” videos on YouTube that poured forth during COVID. Channels found ex-service people to watch clips from movies, TV shows, and video games and rate their realism. Gamology has some of my favorite reactors. Some are better at explaining their reasoning than others, or just more engaging. Regardless, watch enough of these and you’ll feel like you have someone sitting on your shoulder as you write, guarding you against creating scenarios that are too far-fetched or just fundamentally wrong.
Another thing first-hand accounts do is prove that truth is stranger than fiction. Sometimes the unbelievable does actually happen—but it helps to know where things went wrong or sideways, so you can use similar bend and flex convincingly in your own stories.
r/militarystories on reddit is also a fantastic resource for short-read narratives that highlight military attitudes, experiences, and tribulations—as well as, yeah, wild one-of-a-kind, no-shit-there-I-was stories. The sub encourages spelling out acronyms and explaining concepts in a way that civilians can understand, so you don’t have to spend a lot of time googling things. Some of the regular contributors are published authors. It’s also well moderated and the comments on each story are usually equally rich in good jargon and humor. Great for learning more about military culture(s).
On top of this, there is so much open-source doctrinal information, depending on your stomach for dryness. I am fascinated by “admin”, so I enjoy leafing through memoranda, monographs, white papers, and manuals. Understanding certain principals, objectives, and definitions gives you a stronger understanding of what the military thinks military people are actually supposed to be doing—e.g. route clearance, infil and exfil operations, fire support—and how different military elements are integrated to achieve a goal. This really helps when building out fictional units and trying to understand what their day-to-day looks like. Learn how to give a unit's elevator pitch.
If your eyes tire, return to YouTube or Spotify. Put all those male podcasters to good use. Every ex-SEAL has their own platform now where they interview other ex-service people, and their casual dialogue is often as illuminating as their monologues about specific events. Some of these podcasts have five hour episodes. I stick ‘em on when sewing or painting, absorbing a lot of words while I work with my hands. (All my algorithms think I am a specific black gun, black coffee type of male, which is one downside of this type of media consumption.)
I also enjoy reading books by mil-adjacent folks: ex-CIA employees, UN doctors and aide workers, theatre reporters, etc. Their informed perspective and view of the impact of military operations on civil life is informative and thought-provoking.
Hope this helps, and thanks for your patience as I’ve been away for a month.
Fox’s brothers had no answers. Among his own circle of guardsmen and fellow officers on Pantora, he was in a uniquely privileged position. And besides, they were more interested in placing bets on the baby’s complexion than soothing Fox’s anxieties about the birth.
“What do I do?” Fox had asked Fudge, his old staff medic, and thus the only brother allowed to advise Fox on matters of the heart and the dick.
“Nothing. You put it in, she gets it out, and you apologize for the rest of your life.”
