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Finished eSims commission of Caedes for @iinmysights! 🥳💖💕

#An.logs #An.png #caedes (oc) #WHEEEEE I LOVE COMMISSIONING THEM

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first art fight of the season and its... REVENGE

i hope u love it jayjay @iinmysights

#An.png #caedes (oc) #not me forgetting this blog exists specifically to hold all posted content of xem AGAIN 😭😭😭😭 #mags i hope u know i am still staring at this. i should be cleaning my room but nay this holds my attention too strongly #An.logs

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🌅☕️🌅 a shaded commission for @iinmysights-main

#An.png #caedes (oc) #i am a silly billy who forgot this sideblog existed SPECIFICALLY TO HOLD ALL CONTENT OF XEM until now 😭😭😭😭 #bone i hope you know that i still think about this constantly. when i’m low i look at this and all of my problems disappear #caedes… wolffe… what more could a guy (gn) want 🤲 #An.logs

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must not be as rusty as i thought bc this is just shy of 3 hours of work. anyway here’s caedes :3

#an.logs #caedes (oc) #gonna need to find the commission of xem so i can rb that here too

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pov your general got a hotel room for the squad after you all got back to coruscant and it turned into a self-care/gossip night

#an.logs #star wars #star wars oc #sw #star wars art #sw art #sw oc #star wars the clone wars #tcw #sw tcw #caedes (oc)

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updated information on caedes! it’s been almost a year since i first made xem so if anything seems confusing based on previous posts just ask for clarification and i’ll let you know what’s canonical :)

#star wars #star wars oc #sw #star wars the clone wars #sw tcw #tcw #star wars art #sw art #sw oc #an.logs #caedes (oc) #i’ll need to figure out the exact date so i can celebrate xier birthday maybe #cross-posted to my main @iinmysights fyi! #i post my content nowhere else

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Caedes Deus - Jedi Knight, Compassionate Mentor, Distracting Sparring Partner

#an.logs #star wars #star wars art #star wars oc #sw #sw art #sw oc #togruta #togruta jedi #jedi #caedes (oc)

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doobies ft @iinmysights oc caedes :}

#An.png #(<- new fanart tag) #octoshmeat #caedes (oc) #i already shrieked like crazy on main so i’m trying to keep my composure here but imagine i’m going that one ghost reaction image with the h #ands on the face and all the hearts surrounding me that’s me rn #other than one (1) commissioned piece i got as a gift from a friend i’ve never gotten any art of my charas which is probably why i can’t sto #p screaming agsbdjbffnnf i’m in LOVE OKAY

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Send me a character + a number and I’ll tell you my headcanons for:

Their physical weak spots

Their emotional/moral weak spots

Scars or painful spots

Best places to kiss on their body

Guilty pleasures

Their vices (physical or emotional)

Their tickle spots

Bad memories/experiences

Humiliating memories

Fears/phobias

Bad or petty habits

Grudges and vendettas

What gets them flustered

Ingrained habits/forces of habit

What it takes to make them cry

Dark secrets/’skeletons in the closet’

Regrets

Things they’ll never admit

People they’ve hurt or indirectly killed, and how it affected them

What-ifs/Alternate Timelines

Turning points in their life

People who’ve influenced them greatly

#An.exe #prompt list #prompt game

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Angst/Fluff Prompt List #8

Here’s another prompt list for you guys! Feel free to reblog, but please do not repost (unless one of us has given you permission, and it would be nice to give credit to the blog). Anyway, these should work for most, if not all fandoms! :)

“Please turn off the lights.”

“You won’t like the truth.”

“Somebody help!”

“You haven’t been yourself.”

“It wasn’t that bad.”

“I think that’s enough wine for tonight.”

“Stop worrying.”

“This isn’t open for discussion.”

“I can’t lose you.”

“You don’t have to pretend with me.”

“I’m sure you’ll do just fine.”

“Way to go Einstein.”

“You got yourself into quite a/the mess.”

“Poke it with a stick.”

“Maybe you should leave the cooking to me.”

“I’ve been looking forward to this.”

“If you could just be patient for two seconds.”

“The damage is done.”

“Try not to think about it.”

“Stop trying to figure me out.”

“What is going on with you?”

“Sorry about your shirt.”

“None of this makes any sense.”

“Why are you here?”

“Take a deep breath.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Why did you leave?”

“Do you believe in love at first sight?”

“All I want is your honest opinion.”

“Oh god, it’s sticky.”

“How’s life treating you?”

“You should know better.”

“Are you trying to get yourself killed?”

“Bad dream?”

“I tried to move on, but I couldn’t.”

“You’re strong, I know you are.”

“There’s always tomorrow.”

“I owe you one.”

“Why would you do that?”

“I think you deserve a little something.”

“Do I make myself clear?”

“I’m just checking in, that’s all.”

“ I don’t have time for games.”

“How about no.”

“I love you. You are what matters to me.”

“I brought food.”

“I know it smells bad, but you’ll feel better, trust me.”

“Focus on me, okay?”

“Give me a break.”

“I’m not going to yell at you.”

#An.exe #prompt list #prompt game #the backstory is coming along well but if anyone hanging around wants something now i could write a lil somethin

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Caedes Deus

6’1 tall togruta (or 1.8 meters)

Early 20s

Xe/xem/xier pronouns

Has a prosthetic left forearm (not pictured)

Sexuality: demisexual biromantic

Jedi general in the Grand Army of the Republic, leader of the 137th battalion

close friends with: Anakin Skywalker; Plo Koon (xier old master); the 104th, aka “Wolfpack”; the 137th, aka “Magma”

personal enemy: whoever happens to restrict xier flow of caffeine that day

Likes: tookas/loth cats, drinks with a little too much caffeine, spending quality time with friends while getting away from the war, bench pressing random 137th clones (but usually sticking with Shot), the rain (preferably viewed from xier warm apartment)

Dislikes: the insane amount of paperwork that comes after missions, GAR rations, not being able to own a tooka due to constant leave, anyone treating clones as sub-human

Link to background story/explanation: coming soon

#An.logs #star wars #star wars art #star wars oc #sw #sw art #sw oc #crossposted from @iinmysights this is just where all of my developing content on xem resides #anyway figured i’d try to share a little more about xem? flesh xem out with some fun facts and art i suppose #caedes (oc)

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Caedes, shot in the shoulder and bleeding out: Spitfire, if i die… give Shot my regards

Spitfire: what do you want me to say?

Caedes: regards

Caedes: hAHA— OW MY KRIFFING SHOULDER

Spitfire: if it weren’t for the laws of this land i would leave you to die.

#An.logs #correct quotes #spitfire (oc) #clone medic spitfire #caedes (oc) #general caedes #sw #star wars #star wars incorrect quotes #star wars oc #might make a few more of these to tide myself over until i finish caedes’ backstory shots #shaking my brain to produce content for my own characters bc i’m desperate for more but i’m the only one who can make it

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Rain and Prosthetics Don’t mix Well

Genre: hurt/comfort

Word count: 1.7k

Summary: a short story of one of Caedes’ regular struggles.

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Rain started to fall on Coruscant as the Jedi cruiser parked in the space port. Citizens paid it no mind, simply pulling up cloaks or opening umbrellas as they continued their journey to their destinations.

Caedes used to like the rain. Now, xe wasn’t so sure.

A twinge in xier left arm pushed xem over the fence briefly.

“General, we’ve landed,” the trooper beside xem politely informed. Commander Shot served directly under Caedes, the both of them heading the 137th battalion. It had been just over a year since they were paired together shortly after the start of the war, but it felt like they had known each other for a whole lifetime. The only bond between commander and general that could rival theirs would be Rex’s and Skywalker’s. “Are you… planning on remaining in the ship?” Caedes slowly blinked, returning to the present. The question was Shot’s polite way of saying ‘dude everyone is leaving and you look weird just standing here staring into the wall’. “No, Commander, I plan to find a real meal and then sleep for twenty years.” Xe smirked, the lights of the ship causing the gold bands on xier lekku to almost shimmer. “Does that answer your question?” “Perfectly, sir,” Shot smiled from under his helmet as the pair finally disembarked. The rain was coming down harder now, an ominous rumbling in the distance promising trouble. Caedes’ arm twitched under xier robes as xe pulled the hood of it over xier montrals.

Shot’s eyes flickered to his general’s revealed hand before turning back to the entryway of the Jedi temple. Despite all of Caedes’ attempts to tell him that it wasn’t his fault, there was absolutely nothing he could have done, Shot felt at least partially responsible for the accident that took it.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Commander,” Caedes said with a professional tone and friendly glimmer in xier eyes. The Jedi council could be extremely strict on showing any form of attachment, even if it was worrying that your friend and mentor was going to die while you searched for help or simply showing friendly behavior, so Caedes and xier friend had to keep up an act of cool distance in public. Behind closed doors, they were the strongest of friends. “Thank you for accompanying me this far.” Shot bowed his head respectfully. “Of course, General, it was my pleasure. If you’ll excuse me, I need to check on my men.”

Caedes watched him leave for a moment before entering the temple. Members of various species roamed its halls, discussing missions in hushed whispers or quietly chuckling with each other over a funny story. The door to a room was left open, and as Caedes passed xe could see padawan learners practicing with their lightsabers and blind shields. Xe smiled to xemself; it felt like only yesterday xe were taking a lesson in that very room. Looking through the room and out the large window, Caedes could see dark clouds approaching rapidly. The sight made xier arm clench in pain again, spurring the togruta into action as xe raced to xier room.

The door hissed as it closed behind xem, signaling that Caedes finally had enough privacy to drop xier cloak and turn into a miserable little ball on the floor, clutching xier arm while muttering ‘ow ow ow ow ow’ under xier breath. The prosthetic glitched at the sudden grasp, causing another bolt of pain to shoot all the way up to xier shoulder. It was bad enough that xe had to go to Cholganna and get knocked around by a wild nexu; why did xe have to be welcomed home with a raging thunderstorm?!

“Gods above, I will NOT let this damned thing get the best of me!” Caedes snarled through gritted teeth, forcing xemself up and slamming xer metallic fist on the counter to drive the point home. “MOTHER-”

“Sorry, am I… interrupting something?” Caedes’ head snapped to the now-open doorway, eyes wide in horror. Being found swearing on your back while trying to restrain yourself from biting your hand off as a Jedi knight is not exactly what one may consider dignified. “Anakin! I, uh, didn’t hear you enter!” Xe struggled to get back on xier feet, mumbling thanks when the sudden visitor lifted xem up and helped xem to the couch. “You’re fine, I was just… frustrated. I need to meditate, I think.”

That excuse always worked on the council. Who needs healthy coping mechanisms when you just sit in a chair with your eyes closed and imagine going ballistic in that very room, with the occasional near-accident of things actually flying around you due to your rage and vivid imagination? A black eye from a chair edge isn’t the easiest thing to explain away, but it’s better than being reminded of the rules for the umpteenth time that day.

Unfortunately, that excuse worked exactly zero percent of the time on Anakin.

Probably because he was the one that came up with it.

“No, you’re clearly in pain, don’t say that you ‘need to meditate’. You can’t just sleep that off.” The knight took Caedes’ hand, carefully turning it over and studying the way it clenched and opened and clenched again as if it had a mind of its own. His eyes flickered up to his friend’s to gauge xier reaction. “How long has this been happening?” Caedes sighed, trying to ignore how much xier body ached and groaned from other minor injuries and constant battle. “Right around when we landed. The rain set it off, my nerves probably giving it all sorts of weird signals or something making it glitch. And then I… may have gotten a little mad at it for hurting me and hit it on the countertop….”

An amused smirk grew on Anakin’s face. “Your solution to the pain was to cause more of it?” “As if you haven’t done something stupid like that before!” “Never,” Anakin confirmed.

Caedes just gave him a look that said ‘I know about the time you hit your head on a pipe in the dark and Rex had to slap you awake before your squad could see you and take holopics.’

Anakin’s narrowed eyes shot back ‘spread a single word of that incident anywhere and you’ve lost your free maintenance services.’

Caedes looked away begrudgingly. The battle was over, but the war was not lost yet. “Can you do anything for it? Last time I went to Spitfire, he basically just told me to take some over-the-counter pain meds and try to distract myself until the storm has passed.” Anakin went back to carefully flexing and turning each joint, opening a hidden maintenance panel on the inside of the artificial forearm and studying the mess of wires and connectors. “I’m not sure, to be honest with you. It’s harder to work with anything when injured bones or joints are involved with a drop in the barometric pressure… but I think I can lock certain movements to minimize discomfort coming from overuse. Unfortunately, that would render your hand useless until I set it back to normal.”

Caedes didn’t hesitate. “I’ve got the force and you on my side, I’ll get by without a hand for a few hours. Did that for four weeks, anyway.”

The man sitting beside xem laughed aloud at the memory as he used the force to manipulate the delicate settings in his friend’s prosthetic. “It was SO hard to take you seriously when you insisted on waving your new stump around while lecturing people on their mistakes. And when you tried to point out battle plans..!”

Caedes playfully smacked the side of his head, trying to not chuckle and disturb the very intricate process. “I didn’t want to be babied just because I suddenly lost my forearm, okay? I had to do SOMETHING to prove I’m still just as capable as I was before!”

“And that included very stubbornly refusing to use your remaining fingers and instead practically lay on the holotable as you attempted to explain the siege on Geonosis?”

“...It seemed logical at the time.”

“That’s what you always say when something goes wrong,” Anakin pointed out amusedly, closing the panel and putting Caedes’ cold hand in xier warm one. “Should be done now. How’s it feel?” Caedes lifted xier arm quizzically. Xier hand, once more fluid than its predecessor made of flesh and bone, remained limp and useless. The ache where the metal had been fused with the bone persisted, but the mechanics being shut off had definitely dulled it. “Honestly? Surprisingly better. I kind of thought that would worsen things, or do nothing different, but I guess it helps not having the servos constantly pulling at my muscles. Thanks, Ani.”

Anakin smiled slightly at the nickname. “No problem, Cae. Is there anything more I can do for you? I’ve got a training session with Ahsoka planned for later in the evening, but I can probably run an errand before then if you need me to.”

Caedes settled down more comfortably on the couch, using the force to summon the holo remote and flick onto a random movie channel. It was the kind that had a lot of overdone cliches, but at least it was background noise. “Maybe bring me my glove and a cup of tea with some pain meds?” Xe suggested hopefully.

Anakin quickly rose to fulfill the request. He brought back a mug steaming with a brew blended to aid with sleep and a long glove fashioned similarly to his own, setting the drink on the caf table before helping his friend carefully stuff xier dead fingers into each opening without snapping anything on accident. He had it made as soon as a proper long-term prosthetic was fashioned and attached to Caedes, as he knew from personal experience that the extra protection and heating elements would be lifesavers.

“Get some rest, Cae,” he said softly as he left, pausing by Caedes’ doorway. “I’ll be back after training with something from the cafeteria for dinner. Hopefully the storm will have let up by then.”

When met with silence, Anakin glanced back, only to smile and switch off the living room lights with the force before leaving.

Caedes continued to snooze, peacefully unaware of his departure.

#An.logs #star wars #anakin skywalker #caedes (oc) #anakin x oc #hurt/comfort #star wars fic #fic #anakin skywalker x oc #anakin x caedes #tbh with this one i don't really care whether it's read as platonic or romantic but i wrote it with a more platonic vision in mind

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Anakin || adult, xe/they

OC-centric blog, currently a storage house for all of my visual references of Caedes Deus

Caedes (Kai-eh-des) Deus: xe/xem, adult togruta Jedi knight, occasionally called “Cae” (“Kai”), general of the 137th battalion

Shot: he/him, clone commander of the 137th battalion

Spitfire: he/him, clone medic of the 137th battalion

Draft: he/him, clone ARC trooper in the 137th battalion

Cause: he/him, clone trooper in the 137th battalion (considers him and Effect to be twins, while other clones are simply brothers)

Effect: he/him, clone trooper in the 137th battalion (considers him and Cause to be twins, while other clones are simply brothers)

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