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“Dunno who the General bribed today,” Fives hummed into the side of his head, eyeing their trays of food with sharp interest. “But I bet he’ll get a lot of complaints later.”

“For being pesky and demanding,” Fives is right; Tup’s learned to swallow the standard issued slob of nutrients, but he’ll admit that getting actual meals is a Force-blessed day for everyone in this mess. Several moans of complete and utter bliss bounce around them already.

“Whatever it is, I’d kiss him,” Tup grins at him. “We got rice, Fives.”

“Too kriffin’ right”, Fives mutters, already sliding onto the bench beside him to dig into his own tray.

#cute cute cute cute cute #I forgot how much I love them until this. this!!! #fives/tup

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Obscelesence. I like the visual arrangement of letters and how it feels to say it.

No pressure: @odekiisu @cabezadeperro @carverly @quillandink-tmblr @brokenphoenix99 @valkeakuulas or anyone else who wishes to join :)

Quick ! Think of a word you like ! 

Not necessarily your favorite word, it doesn’t even have to be a word you usually like ! Just a word that right now, at this moment, you look at and think “ooh what about this one”.

It can be a word you find funny, pretty, strange, scary, anything really ! You don’t need to tell me why you choose that word (though I’d love to know if you want to tell me), just give me a word ! 

(It’d be lovely if we made this into a chain but there’s no pressure <3)

uhhhhh sanguine? (literally the only word that popped up into my head rn but it’s prettyyy and sounds like summer to me in some inexplicable way 😌✨)

oh sure! Tagging @daydream-of-a-wallflower @silence-between-seconds @re-is-back-in-black @jaaklops @annotated-catastrophe @vintagetee13 @cherryswift13 @dandelions-fly-in-summer-skies @lost-in-reveriie @moonlightt444 @art-of-fools @good-oldfashioned-lover-girl @addsalwayssick @miseryoforpheus @justafanbutcurious + anyone else who’d like to join in :)

(but no pressure ofc <3)

#hello I am alive just suffering through final term #tag game

[firewoodwander]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/CT-7567 | Rex Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, CT-7567 | Rex Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Gods & Goddesses, Pre-Relationship Series: Part 1 of codex week 2024 Summary: In the beginning there was a man.

In the beginning there was a man, and he was bleeding to death on the snow.

Red on white and black. Body-warm, cooling quickly. Shining in the noon sun, iron and copper, young blood, so much blood and not enough.

And the man. And his anger. And his lack of fear, and his will to live.

He had never had a heart, but he made himself one from the cold winter air just to fall in love. He had never had the need of hands, but he watched the man’s strong fingers and they were beautiful, so he dug into the frozen ground until he found two warm hands just to touch him.

And he had never had a name, but the man had a mouth and a soul and beautiful eyes to look at, to be looked into, so Rex looked within and named himself.

And then he opened his eyes, half-blind in the harsh white sunlight, and got to work.

@codex-week

#codex #hhhhh

[firewoodwander]

Happy Codex Week everybody! Have some cowwwboyyys, babey! for the alt picture prompt enjoying a romantic evening after a long day on the trail 🐎🐎⛺🧡💙

#this is way too cute #I love your sims my friend they’re always lovely #codex

[firewoodwander]

Day 1: Secrets, Whispers & Rumors @codex-week

It has been told that Mouse Droids are quite good at keeping secrets, especially when it involves secret, almost raunchy rendezvous' that should definitely not be held in unlocked storage closets where anything or anyone can easily waltz in.

#<333 #codex

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/CT-7567 | Rex Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, CT-7567 | Rex Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Order 66 Didn’t Happen (Star Wars), Reunions, Mutual Pining, Pre-Relationship, Friends to Lovers, Planet Coruscant (Star Wars) Series: Part 2 of codex week 2024 Summary: It’s been two years since the war ended. Things have changed completely, and not at all.

The doors open: Cody feels himself go rigid, wraps his hands around the barrier in front of him, and at his side the woman gasps and mutters something in Huttese that sounds half-way between a curse and a prayer.

The crowd bursts forth. Families and single travellers, all of them dragging suitcases behind them, all of them with the same sort of crazy expression in their tired faces. Cody licks his lips and leans forward slightly.

It takes him a beat to recognise Rex: he let his hair grow out, and there’s blond stubble all over his jaw, and he’s browner and thinner and more freckled than the last time Cody saw him.

He doesn’t look like a soldier anymore.

@codex-week

#codex #help!!

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Codex Week Day 2: Shelter From The Storm

Summary: Sometimes Cody doesn’t know what to do with the weight of his feelings towards Rex. Rating: T Tags: Non-Sexual Intimacy, Established Relationship, Slice of Life, Kissing For @codex-week day 2: Hands and Heart

The durasteel bars across the windows survived the Separatist’s assault and even the 212th and 501st’s counter-assaTult to reclaim the building, but the glass hadn’t been as lucky. After they’d put metal sheets over them, but the fit isn’t perfect and the wind is icy cold where it whips through the gaps. Cody walks quickly, hands curled into fists to protect his fingers, fighting down a shiver. His dress greys are damp from the humidity and a days worth of sweat and struggle to keep the wind out as successful as they had when dry that morning.

The building was a barracks long before they arrived, even if there’s little of the local army left to live in it. The 212th have gratefully taken over the unused space, revelling in the luxury of having a dedicated building without having to build it themselves. The corridor Cody has been housed at the end of is lined with dim orange lights, each struggling to make do with the meager share of the power they’ve been allowed.

Cody stops outside his door, rubbing at his face, pulling himself straight until he feels the stretch up his legs and over his shoulders. Whatever illusion of alertness it gives him fades the moment he relaxes again, weariness seeping back into his limbs and settling like a heavy fog over his mind. He knocks, even though it’s his room, and lets himself in. 

Rex looks up from Cody’s desk, the furrow of his brow smoothing out as the hard line of his frown softens. Cody’s own mouth smiles back before he fully considers the action. Rex looks away again, back to the datapad on the desk in front of him. Cody rubs at his face again. The room is tidier than when he left that morning, Rex having cleared some space on his desk, abandoned mugs gathered in one place if not removed entirely. Half of Cody’s kit is still scattered across his bed, but the stuff on the floor has been moved. 

Read the rest on Ao3

#!! #codex

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Day 2: Hands and Heart (Wrangler) @codex-week

Decided on combining some ideas from alts prompts for something a little more abstract…

#I LOVE #omg #codex

[firewoodwander]

For @codex-week Day 2: Hands and Heart

#aaaaaaaa #<3 #codex

[firewoodwander]

Day 1: Secrets, Whispers & Rumors @codex-week

You’re very bad at keeping a secret, Commander. We all know you’d kill for Rex now, come on.

#codex

[firewoodwander]

Little preview of a fic for @waxerboilmonth:

When a Corrie with a bright smile takes the seat next to him at the bar, Boil has no clue why the brother picked this spot on the periphery of a big group of 212th. By his fifth drink and the Corrie's—Waxer's—fourth, he still has no clue, but he doesn't care as long as Waxer keeps smiling at him like this. Wooley and the rest of Boil's squad, who outpaced him a while ago, have stumbled over a few times to try and drag Boil and his 'new friend' into the raucous crowd, which now includes a handful of Corries. Thankfully, Waxer has seemed content to take Boil's lead, declining Wooley's invitations much more politely than Boil has bothered to. Drifting from topic to topic, they go on talking about the brothers in their units, about Kamino, about friends and batchmates, about the planets Boil has fought on and the countless levels of Triple Zero Waxer has patrolled. Every time Waxer leans in to be heard over the music, their spaulders taps together, and Boil is pretty sure the bar hasn't gotten louder over the past few hours, but he's not going to complain when Waxer's breath keeps tickling his ear.

#<3 #waxer/boil

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hello!!! we made a codex server!!!!

[firewoodwander]

Superior Officer

sequel to everything about you pisses me off

E, NAWA, Cody/Ordo&Ordo/Besany, V-threesome (No Besany/Cody bc “and they were both bottoms doms”) rimming, verbal humiliation, Incest Kink, the usual Skirata family/daddy issues AKA Kal’buir is there doing Hot Kal Shit, Cody is an Asshole, Ordo likes it unfortunately, Kal Did Not Like That

“Captain,” Cody greets him, much more genially than he’d spoken to Kal. Ordo has always been aware of the disparity in rank between his buir and himself, but he’s not sure he’s ever seen Sergeant Skirata so blithely treated as, well, just a sergeant by a superior officer.

“Commander,” Ordo replies, discomfited. If he says Cody out loud right now, he’s not sure it’d come out sounding professional. “What are you doing here?”

“I seem to recall you inviting me?” Cody says sardonically, arching a brow.

Ordo is even more bewildered. Cody had made his disdain for the offer clear at the time. “Ah. Welcome,” he manages to say. “What can we do for you then, Commander?”

“Just you, Captain. I’d like to discuss some things, get your opinion on them. At your leisure,” Cody says, without batting an eye.

Ordo polices his expression and refuses to swallow nervously. Does he mean discuss or discuss?

“Dinner will be on shortly,” Kal objects, but Cody holds Ordo’s gaze, ignoring the former trainer entirely.

“Would you care to join us for latemeal, before you and I discuss these unspecified things?” Ordo offers awkwardly.

Cody dips his head to cover his amusement, but when he answers, he sounds perfectly collected, nearly formal. “My business with you may be of some duration, Captain, so yes; I would not keep you from your meal. If it wouldn’t cause undue hardship for your aliit, then I accept your generosity, but I do have my own rations if necessary.”

“We have plenty,” Kal stresses. “We’re doing very well for ourselves here.”

“No hardship, Commander,” Besany assures. Cody smiles at her, a small but warm expression.

“This is my wife,” Ordo introduces her, stomach dropping. “Besany, Cody.”

“A pleasure,” Cody says, voice dipping low. “Congratulations on your marriage, ma’am.”

Besany smiles in acknowledgment, then stands to go initiate laying out the dinner. Everyone else also rises to reorganize the space and themselves for the meal. As the trestles are moved from the walls to make the family table, Kal jostles for position by Cody.

“Now see here, son, you can’t just—” he begins in a severe tone; Cody swings his attention fully onto Kal and he quails a little.

“Sir,” Cody enunciates, the word somehow anything but an honorific, “I am not your son.”

Kal takes each syllable of that statement on the chin. Cody watches them hit and then continues on, pleasant and deliberate and ruthless.

“If you understood the barest fraction of my opinion of you, you would not be trying to gain my attention, Sergeant.”

If anything, sergeant lands even more dismissively than sir. Somehow, Ordo has a feeling Cody treats his own sergeants and underlings with much more respect. Did Sergeant Skirata do something to the Commander during the war to invite this sort of response?

Ordo has never seen such an expression on his buir’s face before. Kal tries to recover his dignity, blustering, but he cannot meet Commander Cody’s eyes. Fortunately, having delivered this succinct drubbing, Cody is gracious enough to resume ignoring the man.

However, instead of recognizing he’s outmatched and tapping out, Kal’buir rallies to muster another objection. He’s dogged if nothing else, their buir.

Ordo hastily intervenes. “Cody!” he calls. “Come sit over here.” He manages to make it sound less like a plea and more like a firm suggestion.

Cody slides in next to Besany, hand genteelly brushing over her back as he seats himself between them on the bench. Down the table, Kal is fuming.

“It’s good to see you again, Ordo,” Cody says warmly. Ordo tries to ignore the stormcloud of his buir’s temper.

“I didn't realize you two had worked together,” Besany says curiously.

“Just the once,” Ordo clarifies, recalling vividly in spite of himself, the aftermath of that once, unlike any other moment of his life.

“But it was quite memorable,” the other clone finishes Ordo’s statement, and Cody’s dimples deepen though his mouth and eyes remain politely neutral.

By the time the food has disappeared, Ordo has managed to recollect himself. Cody has come to him; he’s playing on Ordo’s battlefield, his entrenched defenses. “So, what can I do for you, exactly, Commander? Why’d you come? You need a—what did you call it?—a fallback position?”

…

If Cody notices Ordo’s eye twitching, he doesn’t draw attention. “The other reason, as I mentioned, was that I wanted to discuss some particulars of our final op, Ordo; Classified, as you know, but since I presume you’re married in the Mandalorian manner and are going to share everything with her anyway, I’m willing to read your riduur in…if you haven’t done so already yourself.”

“He doesn’t have to—” Besany begins, but stumbles to a halt at the look on Ordo’s face.

“Alright,” Ordo decides without letting himself think about it for too long, and Cody’s expression takes on a tinge of satisfaction.

“Wasn’t your last op Grievous? I’m read in on those particulars,” Jaing prods, beetling his brows suspiciously at both Cody and Ordo.

“Grievous was nearly last,” Cody says. “But I’m sure you understand what Classified means, Lieutenant.”

Jaing’s face does something similar to what Kal’s had done, but he more wisely closes his mouth and looks away, conceding the matter without contest. One of Cody’s slicers had been in his network of informants, Ordo recalls. He has some working knowledge of this Commander.

“That doesn’t seem like standard protocol for a Classified mission,” Besany says, doubtful and a touch suspicious.

“The, hm, outcome of this particular team-up was a touch, ah, unprecedented,” Cody says smoothly. Does this bastard flirt with everyone? Does he think his wordplay is subtle?

Read on AO3 🔒 https://archiveofourown.org/works/53466688

#haHA yes #nice #cody/ordo

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a lost faith and a childless planet on ao3

Prudii & the Nulls | Gen | 3k | No warnings | Hurt/comfort, brothers | ao3

Summary:

At four years old they’re taught how to hold a blaster. They’re taught how to fire one and how to clean one and how to unjam one in the field.

At six they’re beginning to look weird in the mirror and snap at each other over the stupidest things, going hungry some nights and feeling too full and too tired others.

At ten they’re looking out on the horizon of a galaxy-wide war and wondering who’ll make it to the end, if one ever comes.

#reblog #null arcs #still stand by this one

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Selenography on ao3 for @medic-kix

Kix/Ahsoka | E | 8k | Resistance-era, developing relationship, xeno, UET | @smut-wars-exchange | ao3

Summary:

When she first found him, he just so happened to be in the wrong place at exactly the right time. The subsequent meetings were all much the same, with a similar amount of ruckus and a similar amount of drinking around unspoken conversations, but the first time had gone something like this:

For context, lightsabers in a bar fight are highly unusual these days. Kix hadn’t quite gotten that memo, and so had found himself with his heart racing like an overclocked ticker in his throat, a pale saber held to his chest, both blasters still raised at a couple of gang runners advancing slowly on either side. The cloaked figure holding him up had pushed him back again.

“Take it off,” they’d demanded.

The folds of the cloak itself was artful in its drape and gather around the two arching montrals on the interloper’s head. His pulse had choked him, but he hadn’t dared use words like hope in years.

Without lowering his pistols, he’d released the catch on his helmet and pulled it free without a second thought.

#reblog #Kix/ahsoka

[firewoodwander]

“I’ll write after I finish my assignments” LIES I have managed 1.5k words at most and it’s on none of my existing projects

#talking tag #I’m so sorry I’m fighting for my life out here

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