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2n2n · 7 months

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searching for a reason...

...I really love this phrase for the ch100 image spread. It encompasses so much...

what reason is there to stay with someone?

why should Tsukasa live, if Amane doesn't love him, doesn't want him there?

how do we find a reason to do anything?

.... Tsukasa and Nene would like Amane to tell them what he wants. Make a decision. Give them a reason to stay with him.

And Amane.... what reason does he have, to stay with Tsukasa, or Nene? To cling to them?

of course, with Nene-chan... there is no reason to stay by her side. He is a dead-end.

I wonder why Amane fought so hard to freeze time, in the past?

maybe a similar motivation to Picture Perfect, locking Nene-chan inside of an eternal dream.

Is there a purpose for a boy to stay with his twin brother, forever? Isn't it something you grow out of? What reason do two brothers have, to not grow apart? In school, you have a prescriptive reason to stay in each other's company. As children, you don't need anything like a reason. You don't have to ask your brother to stay; he will be there, in your home, with you, of course. He's simply 'there', you're simply 'there', so, you're together. Like normal classmates even, you don't need any designation. You'll see eachother regularly.

What reason is there, to tirelessly work to stop time?

How do you keep someone just where you can see them, forever and ever, without telling them why?

There is a thing in a lot of AidaIro stories....

something like a ticking clock-- a time when characters expect inevitable separation. They often accept it, belly-up to fate's design. Something like, "Oh well", "that's just the way it is" "I don't have a place to ask for anything more".

In Fox-Masked Guardian Spirit, the entangled souls are on a perpetual timer, resetting at tragedy just before the living child reaches the age of 8.

Cult and Lily's separate curses place a timer on their bond; inevitably, Lily's seal will vanish, and she will no longer be bound to duty in the church.

even the twins in AidaIro's Narisokonai Snow White face inevitable separation-- the date Estelio is meant to move into the royal castle with Princess Neige, leaving Rasphard behind in their family's estate. A reality Rasphard accepts, tumultuously-- his brother has a different fate than himself. He is the unfortunate twin with a lonely fate, a life without happiness.

There is often a struggle... "how do I remain in your life?" a pining. Estelio longs to know his brother, Saza loves Yuki, Cult adores Lily.

Even in Nikka Killey! ... what reason does a useless familiar have to stay beside his master, if he can't do anything for her?

in many ways, ah.. I think Nika Killey! is the simplest version of this struggle-- reduced to a talented, capable girl set for exams, and her troublesome familiar... there's no looming ah, murder-suicide, poisoning, traditions, obligations, rules, punishments, here. Just two people-- one who simply doesn't offer the other any use. Use! Use!!!!

there is only one 'reason'!

With Nene-chan, Amane can't do anything for her. All of the things she lists in Picture Perfect-- getting married, going to college-- he can't do any of that, as a Ghost! What reason is there to stay with him? Nene-chan can say it so plainly: I love you! That is the reason. It suffices in Nika Killey!, MDLD.

Going back to JSHK, there's much in common between Amane and Hakubo, as I've said before! Poor clueless Hakubo didn't have a reason to save Sumire. As an Oni slave demeaned by humans, he was convinced love was not something he could offer to Sumire, even if he wanted to. She didn't ask him to save her, she didn't give him a reason. To come up with a reason all on his own... was impossible for a slave, accustomed only to performing duty. He had never had a reason to do anything, before. He simply followed commands. He had no wishes or desires of his own!

AidaIro characters often betray tradition or concepts of right and wrong, to secure what they love. Nevermind if it destroys your future ... nevermind if I can only doom you, nevermind if you can't do anything useful, if we can't become anything. I'll have you, anyway, because I want to love you.

I wonder what one can offer to their brother?

The expectation is to grow up, pursue separate education and careers, eventually, right? Get married to someone else... that sort of thing. Isn't it childish to stay attached? Like remaining with your childhood best friend forever, or something, playing games. Immature! What reason can one give to parents? What if the other person has prospects? Like Lily, Killey, Estelio, Nene, Yuki (.... well, deceptively, to their counterparts. Most of those people are destined for agonies if the person they long for doesn't hurry up, reach out and grab them.... it is so fun in AidaIro narratives like that hehe)

If I think about AidaIro's plots... I wonder what Amane went through. Amane lost his brother once, as a child. After middle school, will they really attend the same High School? How long is Tsukasa destined to live, in this cursed life? Do their parents approve of their son's attachments? What do they want for Tsukasa, or Amane, individually?

Amane seemed to resent the bright and limitless future presented by the moon landing.

Amane had a reason to reject that prosperity.

What did Amane want to be? Where did he want to go?

He killed his brother and himself....

to create what future? or.. to prevent what future?

He created a reality Tsukasa could not leave him, marked as his possession. I think Amane made the decision Tsukasa asked of him.... he seems pretty happy about that decision. You decided to stay with Tsukasa, didn't you? Into oblivion.

Amane had to decide what he wanted .... he decided something, for sure! But... for what reason? I wonder if even Amane really knows, or if he's as clueless as Hakubo after he slaughtered the village that tormented Sumire ....

hmm...

I hope you'll tell us that reason some day, Amane....

#avvy's JSHK

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acourtofsmut · 2 years

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hi darling, can i request an eris x reader where he’s been away (doing whatever high lords do) for quite some time and finally returns to his family? idk why but i see him having a lot of children? i guess i just wanted to see some domestic eris 🥺 of course feel free to ignore this if you don’t feel like writing it! tysm!

domestic bliss

eris x reader

rating: 18+

warnings: smut at the end, bath tub sexy time, fingering (f. receiving)

a/n: this was so freaking fun to write. thoroughly enjoyed this request!! yes, I see Eris having lots of children and being a doting father 🫠 also, saw a fox in the middle of the road earlier today and thought it was a sign that I needed to crank this out for you lovely anon! this turned out to be fluffy in the beginning and get soft and smutty towards the end 😇 the title was inspired by a glass animals song 😊 hope you enjoy!! much love 🤍

Sitting on the porch in the crisp evening Autumn air, you sipped on a warm cup of tea and munched on an apple tart you made earlier while watching your young ones play with the hounds. With Eris gone, your brood of children have been keeping you on your toes. Four of them… so far.

“Mom! Watch this!,” your first born, Aurelius, called out from the meadow, snagging your attention. Holding a treat in his hand, he commands, “shake,” with a voice that reminds you of your mate, shrieking in excitement and praising the pup when it raises its paw. Aurie is the spitting image of his father, fiery red hair and auburn eyes. He is his father’s shadow, tagging along wherever he can, especially on hunting trips. It warms your heart to see Eris walking through the halls of your home, long strides shortened to account for Aurie trying to keep up at his side. Feeling a tug on the bond, a rush of warmth sent from his end, you know that he can tell you are thinking of him.

“Did you see?! Did you see that, Mommy?” he bellows to you, auburn eyes lighting up, smile plastered on his face.

“Yes, sweetie. Daddy will be so proud,” you praise him, returning his smile with your own, chuckling lightly.

“When is Daddy coming back?,” he asks curiously, smile softening, brows furrowing as he gives the pup a scratch

“Late tonight… past your bedtime,” you say as you start walking towards him, wrapping him in a tight hug. Scanning the field in search of the other young ones, you hear tiny giggles from beneath a shrub. Eyes narrowing, you creep up and spy your twins, Lennox and Flynn, building some sort of house with twigs, sticks, and leaves.

“Do you think Daddy will like it, Lenny?” Flynn asks his brother in hushed voice.

“Well, Daddy always loves what we make for him,” Lennox responds confidently with a giggle.

Both were graced with strawberry blond hair, dusted with blonde highlights. People tell you that the twins take after you, highly imaginative and compassionate. You have spotted them on numerous occasions making gifts for the kitchen staff, most likely to receive extra sweets. However, it was out of the goodness of their hearts; they collect and deliver bouquets of flowers, crafts, and even have gone above and beyond to perform a silly skit for the entire household staff that had had you and Eris is stitches, clutching at your stomachs with amused pride at the audacity and creativity of your little twins.

Hiccup!

Last, but never least, came tiny sweet Melena, with her curly chestnut hair and emerald eyes., currently swaddled and wrapped against your chest. Glancing down you pat her tiny back, her pretty eyes gazing up at you as she lets out another hiccup!

As you watched Eris cradle her in his arms for the first time, you saw her steal his heart before your eyes. His long finger tracing along those chubby, freckled cheeks, cute button nose, leaning down with tears lining his eyes to plant a kiss on her forehead, then yours as he wrapped his arms around the both of you.

Reminiscing upon these fond memories made you miss your mate even more, longing to be held in his strong embrace, his naked form pressed against yours. Becoming more and more desperate for his return, you close your eyes trying not to overwhelm yourself with need. Sending your longing straight through the bond, you are answered with his desire tugging at your ribs, setting your body aflame. Sighing at the sensation, you are brought back to the present when you feel the sun finally set, noting how late it has become.

“Come along, my loves, time to get ready for bed,” you say, herding your little brood inside to wash up and read them a bedtime story, your heart straining to be in closer to your mate.

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After putting Melena to sleep in her crib, you settle down on the couch, snuggled up with Aurie, Lennox, and Flynn,. Just as you are opening the book, you finally feel his powerful presence, too strongly to ignore. That ever-familiar warmth rushing through your body as he sends a stronger, heated tug that leaves your ribs tingling, the strain on your heart fading away.

“Daddy’s here,” you whisper to your young ones just as the door opens to reveal your exhausted, yet gorgeous mate smiling at the sight in front of him. In a mess of limbs and giggles, your boys tumble towards their father. Kneeling, Eris scoops them all together in a hug, kissing their heads.

“My boys,” he sighs, eyes closing to savor the moment, you can feel his relief and contentment to be back home with his family.

You love watching him with the young ones, always showing his true self. Not the part he has to play for every one else to see, the stone cold, cunning High Lord of Autumn. For his family alone, he is the compassionate, loving, empathetic father and lover. Tearing up at how much you have missed him by your side and how exhausted you have felt caring for the young ones by yourself, you can’t help but shed a tear.

Sensing your distress has his chest tightening, eyes flickering up, “my love,” he whispers softly extracting himself from the bundle of tiny limbs to sweep you up into long-needed hug. Nestling your head into his chest, you whisper, “sleep, my love, you’re exhausted, I’ll put the boys to bed.”

“So are you,” he replies, leaning back to plant a chaste kiss on your lips as the little ones cling to his legs. You wrap your hands around the back of his neck to dip him down, kissing him again, trying to convey how much you have missed and needed him.

“Daddy, can you read us a story?” Lennox’s voice interrupts your moment. As the two of you separate, you notice how dark his eyes had become and scent the slightly heady smell of his cinnamon musk.

Patting the youngsters head, “of course, buddy, Mommy is getting tired, and it’s getting late, so let’s make it quick,” he informs them while giving you a wink and lingering kiss on the soft spot below your ear, making you slightly weak in the knees, giving your bottom a soft pat as he ushers you into your shared bedroom.

Settling down on the couch together, Lennox and Flynn on one side and Aurie on the other, Eris reads them a bedtime story and tucks them in.

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With Eris now washing up, you snuck to the kitchen to warm up an apple tart, one of his favorites. Entering the bathroom, you stopped in your tracks, gulping and biting your lip as you took in his completely naked form lazing about gloriously in the tub.

Shimmying out of your robe and night gown, you watched as his eyes darkened, glazed over every curve as you exposed them. His chest rising a bit higher with every breath. You padded your way over to the tub, sinking into the warm water and planting yourself on his lap. His knees bending behind you to support your weight so that you could lean back, his hand coming up to your face. Thumb brushing along your lips, trailing down to wrap lightly around your neck as he descends, laying his palm flat against your chest. Just feeling your heart beat, gazing into your eyes.

“My love, I won’t leave you again for that long…,” his hand dips down beneath the water, fingers gliding through the curls on your mound making you shutter in anticipation, “I have a lot to make up for because of my absence, don’t I?”

“N-no…” you stutter as his fingers slide against the slickness of your folds, “nothing to m-make up for… you were just doing your duty… hmmm,” you hum as his fingers enter your aching core immediately finding that sweet spot, massaging it just the way you like. Just the way that will have you falling apart within seconds as his talented thumb draws circles on your swollen bud.

“You deserve it all, my love,” his other hand supports the back of your neck, thumb stroking your cheek, “the mother of my children, my best friend, my lover… you deserve it all. I’d do anything for you, you do so much for me. For us,” he purrs, your hips start bucking against his fingers at his words, “for our beautiful family.”

“You d-deserve it all, they love you. I-I- love y-you… hmm-ahhh!,” your hum turns into a shriek as your eyes roll back into your skull, clenching down on his fingers as you cum. Hot searing pleasure ripping through you, you grasp at anything and everything, his arms, his chest, his hair.

Slowly coming down, you sink further into the tub, head resting upon his chest, utterly spent, panting. You feel his hard, hot length poking at the soft part of your belly.

“You still got a couple more in you, pretty girl?,” his hands tracing, feather-light touches down and up your back in a soothing manner.

“Yes, Eris, please,” you sigh, peppering kisses on his chest, up his neck, sucking lightly as he groans, all the way up to that gods-sculpted face, “anything for you,” you let out breathlessly licking your tired eyes with his.

Scooping you up in his arms and grabbing the apple tart on the counter, Eris whisks you into the bedroom. Drying the two of you off without a second thought, he gently sets you down on the plush sheets. You watch as he lays down on his side of the bed, tucking into the pastry moaning in delight at the sickly sweetness.

Smiling at his glee, you pat his chest, giggling as you snake your hand down his bare chest to wrap around his length.

“Let me eat this before I eat you, my love,” he growls out, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he turns absolutely ravenous.

To say you were satiated by the end of night would be an understatement, eager to wake up and spend a much-needed day with your beautiful children and loving mate in domestic bliss.

(thank you so much for reading this far!! much love 🤍)

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commanderfoxdeservesbetter · 1 year

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Clone Wars Headcanon: A lost Fox

Cody knew the war affected the Vod’e, some more than others. He was no exception, nor was his batchmates.

He did what he could, making sure his brothers were fine and had the support they needed. He should have known that Fox would have hid his injuries

He should have known that Fox wouldn’t accept his help, not with how the relations were between the Corries and the GAR during the war

It was supposed to be the end: they were supposed to get their happy ending

Fox hadn’t commed him two weeks after the war ended and Cody was so busy trying to help displaced soldiers that he didn’t notice.

Two weeks turned into a month

A month turned into two

Two turned into half a year

The Jedi and Bail Organa as the new Chancellor helped will housing the soldiers and letting them start anew with jobs and even called in favors from several planets who were willing to help the Vod refugees

Many Vod left Coruscant to live on the different planets, finding new homes and starting new lives. Some kept as soldiers whether as policemen or bodyguards. Some even went the illegal route and took up bounty hunting, Ponds being one of them to keep an eye on Boba Fett

After all, Vod help Vod

Some went into baking and cooking, starting new businesses and a few went the entertainment route, helping write stories and starring in film and tv shows.

A couple were invited into the Jedi Council when they showed Force abilities, their biological age helping set the standards to be invited though most of the Jedi Council have elected to change certain rules not only to remove themselves from the senate but to improve themselves to avoid ever becoming a target for blind genocide

Rex stayed with Anakin helping with his children and through the divorce of him and Padme Amidala (who both agreed they were better off apart - Anakin needed to relearn who he was and where his morals lied and she had her own issues to work through)

Wolffe and his Wolfpack, with the help of Plo, began to teach at the Temple to show younglings, padawans and Jedi knights how to defend themselves more than with just a lightsaber and ways to escape when fighting isn’t the only option

Bly was able to court Aayla, them deciding it was best to see if they fit together past being in a war and Aayla showed him the Beauty of civilian life which he passed down to the Vod’e

Cody did his best helping so I-Wan, keeping him in check and ensuring he ate and slept and Obi-Wan did the same for him

It never crossed his mind to check on Fox until Thorn came to him, asking for help

He tried his best with the Corries but at the beginning, Thorn told him to leave it to the Corrie Commanders, asking for help when needed and taking time to rebuild the relations with Corrie and GaR

When Thorn came to him, he thought it was for another favor to reunite batchmates or another idea to have Corrie and GaR bonding sessions like the karaoke night and potluck

Not “I don’t know where Fox is” nonsense

Cody furrows his eyebrows, confusion rising at the statement. “Is he on a lunch break?”

Thorn sighs as though Cody was dumb for thinking Fox took breaks. Or maybe it was for thinking he meant that he hasn’t seen Fox that day

“I meant since three months ago.”

Cody’s fingers twitches. That long? Why wait that long to tell him? Thorn must have understood the expression on his face because he added, “ I thought he was helping you.” He didn’t shift in his feet but his mouth was twisted in a way to show his discomfort. “I was checking with every Commander and Vod I knew if they saw him, checking the outposts we gave to if he checked in.”

Cody understands now why he didn’t come. It would be embarrassing and even demeaning if Thorn asked before checking, causing a scene for Fox’ disappearance only to learn he just moved to Naboo or Hoth or Tatooine

It would be embarrassing for Fox, especially if he wanted to start anew and Cody understands Thorn’s reasoning

Despite it, he still hates it and wishes Thorn just asked even if it brought embarrassment

“Where was he when you last saw him?”

Thorn’s jaw tightens at his hard tone and Cody knows he shouldn’t be mad, not with the fact that he didn’t notice or even think to check in either

It’s just as much his fault as it is Thorn’s

“His office.” Thorn scoffs, annoyance leaking in his tone. “He hardly left it, swarmed with paperwork from all our work.”

It makes sense. Who else would ensure the Vod receives back pay and citizenship and verification for the outpost and jobs and other documents that Cody had no doubt was needed to ensure smooth transitioning.

“He’s smart,” Thorn adds when Cody looks to his comm, sending an alert in the Command chat. “Got several droids to automate the work so nothing was left undone.”

It explains why everything was running so smoothly and quickly. Droids were quicker than a person could be when it came to paperwork.

“We’ll find him,” Cody assures and Thorn doesn’t quite believe him. Not with the way he keeps staring at the Marshall Commander. “What?” He snaps.

Thorn’s eyes quickly flicker to his armor, the small fox and wolf, yelllow paint and tiny blue Jaig eyes littering his vambraces.

“He was reconned before the end of the war.”

Cody closed his eyes, wishing he never heard the words spoken out of Thorn’s mouth. Grief pounds his heart as he thinks of how much he failed Fox during the war.

“What are you telling me this?”

Thorn’s eyes are hard, his face unreadable once more. His eyes flicker back down to the vambrace which Cody now knows is him staring at the comm.

“He hardly remembered me after each recon,” and don’t those words hit Cody in the chest like a heavy hammer. How often was Fox sent to be reconned like some…some defective clone? “I don’t think he remembers you as…”

As what? Cody wants to snarl but Thorn’s lips twist again, a mocking smile to his face. The joke he thinks is no doubt unfunny and Cody understands again why the Corries weren’t liked during the war

It’s not until later that he actual wonders: did Thorn come to him to actually inform him of Fox’s disappearance or because he needed help tracking his brother down?

“I’ll find him,” Cody promises as though he knows he can save Fox from wherever he ended up. A sigh escapes Thorn’s nose like a bitter, almost there laugh and Cody wishes no sooner that he could punch the man. He will find Fox because that’s what batchmates are for

Cody wonders later that night how long Thorn would have kept hidden Fox’ disappearance if he had nothing to worry about?

#star wars #tcw #the clone wars #clone wars #commander fox #commander thorn #commander cody #idk what idea I was writing with this but here ya go #snippets of writing #after the war #reconditioning

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vodika-vibes · 11 months

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I had a story idea ~

I didn't proofread, cause I typed this on my phone. And I'm bad at endings, but here~

Fox hated this time of year. For some reason, the people seemed to think that, even though there was a war going on, it was time for parades ans celebrations.

Fine. Whatever. He didn't actually care about them.

He cared about the fact that his brothers, the Corries he was responsible for, had to be there, patrolling, rather than safe in the barracks.

He hated more that he did have to stay in his office and oversee everything, rather than having his boots on the ground with his brothers.

Though, it did help, somewhat, that he could hear his vod'e chattering with each other as they patrolled.

He hit the button that would connect him to his men, "How's it looking out there?" He asked.

"You know, if the Senate implemented a draft from Coruscant alone, they might not have needed us." Dusk sounded annoyed. Fox checked the map and grimaced, his vod'ika had gotten slated with one of the more dangerous patrols.

"Oh, but then the galaxy wouldn't have their senate approved punching bags," Thire sounded amused, but then, Thire was guarding a children's play area.

Fox rolled his eyes, settling slightly as his brothers joked with each other, "I meant, are there any concerns."

"I'm concerned about pulling a muscle" Thorn quipped, "Do I get med leave for that?"

Dusk laughed, "We'll just take you out back and put you out of your misery, vod."

"Wow. Rude."

"Children, behave please." Fox interjected before it could become a thing. Amusing as it would be.

"Does that mean we should call you buir," Stone asked, in his deadpan voice.

"Only if you want midnight patrol for the next month." Fox countered.

There was the sound of Stone going to reply, but he was cut off. "CAP!"

There was the sharp crack of a blaster being fired, and one of the comms jumped to static.

Fox's heart sank into his stomach, even as the others started scrambling, trying to find our who was shot, and where.

And then-

"This is 80," The transfer sounded deathly calm, "Captain Dusk took a round to his bucket, he's alive but unconscious. Some fucker is using a slugthrower. The men are in pursuit."

Fox gripped the edge of his desk hard enough that his knuckles turned white. He watched the markers on his map start hurrying in the direction of Dusk and 80's markers.

He hit the comm one last time, "I want the fucker alive."

89's answer was dark, "No promises, Commander."

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This wasn't the first time Dusk was hurt in the line of duty. Fox knew this. The scars littering his body spoke a story in and of itself.

But it was the first time Dusk had been shot.

Which is why Fox found himself sitting in the infirmary next to his vod'ika several hours later. Everyone else had already gone off to do other things, but Fox couldn't pull himself away.

He had assigned Dusk that route. He as good as shot him himself.

Dusk groaned then, and slowly opened his eyes. "Did anyone get th' number of that bus?" He slurred out.

"Not a bus, vod'ika." Fox said quietly, "you took a slug to your bucket."

Dusk squinted at him, "Did anyone get hurt?"

"Yeah, you."

Dusk snorted, "'nyone important?"

"You're important," Fox pointed out.

"If you say so, ori'vod." Dusk murmured, his eyes sliding shut for a moment, "why're you here an' not the medic?"

"I was worried." Fox admitted, "you've never been shot before."

Dusk hummed thoughtfully, but didn't answer, and Fox leaned back in his seat. "You ever think about the future, vod'ika?"

"Not unless I'm drunk." Dusk replied, sounding more awake now, "Why?"

"Hm...what do you want to do when the war is over?"

Dusk let out a laugh, "Don't be fucking stupid, Ori'vod. I'll go wherever you go. That's how this works.

Fox was struck silent, "You...don't have to."

"Come on, Fox. I've been living on borrowed time since I was a cadet, and we both know it. The way I see it, I have the best odds of survival if I stay with you." Dusk explained, "plus, you're my ori'vod, how could I possibly leave you?"

"You're such an idiot. I don't deserve that loyalty."

"Tough shit, you have it anyway. Go away, let me sleep." Dusk closed his eyes, and Fox pressed his hand against Dusk's forehead.

"Thank you for not dying, Dusk."

"If you start crying on me, I'm going to tell everyone." Dusk replied, then he cracked open one eye, "And you're welcome."

#vod'ika writes #star wars #tcw #clone oc #captain dusk #commander fox

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creoterative · 2 years

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AoT characters as dogs

Info: Read the title, don’t bother me with explaining what I was thinking while writing this mess

Warnings: Ehhh... yes, probably, there are some harsher things mentioned, injuries, violent people... proceed with caution, if you are sensitive, don’t want anyone to come at me after this

Eren: Doberman

- Used as a guard dog for a young woman, whose husband hit her several times before she could finally call the cops on him

- Had the best training a guard dog could get and he is mighty proud of it

- (still loves belly rubs tho)

- Eren is trained to have kind of a switch in his head, so he is this calm, well behaved and caring dog when he is with his owner, but as soon as he gets the signal from her, he turns into a military dog, biting off peoples limbs if they don’t jump out of the way (there is no jumping out of his way)

- He barely wags his tail, but if there is the sound of an icecream truck nearby...

- Eren isn’t too good with other dogs and people, very focused on his owner

- He listens to commands like they were in his code, really, he can abort an attack while still in flight

- Oh he hates cats. Like so much.

- He has this weird moment, when the washing machine is running, he sits in front of it, staring at the laundry... turning.... and turning... asking himself what he is doing with his life.... then his owner comes back from the bathroom and he sits on the couch with her again, demanding some cuddles

- loves to chew on big bones, feels very strong then (which he is, obviously)

Mikasa: Akita Inu

- She is used as a guard dog as well, but not because of any violent family members, it’s just... there are ‘Karens’ in the neighborhood. You know who I mean. And they don’t like the children of her family.

- So now, they got Mikasa and after one good bark at the fence, bitches ain’t comin’ near them kids, not closer than like ten meters

- She’s big, and she doesn’t care. Like, at all.

- Every few months she has to see a groomer and get a full bath. She seems as if she hates it, but secretly she absolutely loves it.

- She has a collar with spikes on it to make her look more dangerous

- Mikasa is actually really good with the kids and even trusted to be alone with them, when here owners are still at work

- She does okay with other dogs, because she exactly knows how to beat them but she doesn’t trust other humans at all, being very cautious around them, always with her resting bitch face - not that she’s afraid, she just doesn’t know what to expect

- Once, there was a fire at home, the older brother made some food, but forgot to turn off the stove, before he went to take a shower. Mikasa got everybody out of the house without a single injury and stopped a car so the firefighters could be called.

- After that, they got her a new fluffy cave to sleep in and a ton of plushies, she loves them

- She needs a special diet because of her liver (yeah, kids... and chocolate... )

Armin: Fox Terrier

- Small, extremely fast and used for hunting

- Oh, how he hates when people come at him with ‘aaawww look at this cutieeee’, but of course he behaves like a good boy (don’t you dare laugh at that, all of you Armin simps)

- Belongs to a veteran and goes hunting with him, but also serves as a kind of therapy dog for his owner. Not officially, the veteran is too proud to admit it too.

- Armin is fluffy and he knows that, still he doesn’t like to be pet by strangers. If he sniffed them, they were around him for several hours, he might just randomly sit on their lap, but it takes time.

- Instead of barking the hell out of himself, like most dogs with ‘small dog syndrome’ do, he stalks his prey silently, suddenly doing a full hunt after them

- He need much space, so his owner bought a small part of land and built a fence around it, his personal playfield

- Is good with other dogs, as long as they behave themselves and don’t chase after him just because he is small

- Evenings in front of an oven, fire on, a little christmas hat hanging from his left ear, sitting on his owners lap and enjoying belly rubs. Yeah, the good times.

- He absolutely adores kids, loves to run with them and they often ask his owner if they can throw him a ball, which is great for a dog like Armin, who needs his excercise

- He can and will eat everything. Literally. Ate a whole turkey for Thanksgiving. Little rat.

Sasha: Bernese Mountain Dog

- She. Is. So. FLUFFY.

- Absolutely adorable, will walk up to strangers for pets

- Keeps an eye on a herd of sheep in the mountains of Switzerland

- Her owner is a shepherd, obviously, and treats her like family, since he is all alone in his hut

- Sasha can walk all day and night without getting exhausted, she is used to the dangerous terrain and knows the mountains like no other soul on this earth

- Maybe because she got lost two or three times...

- She wears a cute bell around her neck because of that, although she is older now and her owner fully trusts her... Just in case, you know?

- Sasha is very friendly, but when one of the sheep tries to get out of line, she is very strict and barks it back to the herd

- Loves coming home from work, sheep in the barn, owner in bed, and just sitting in the big window, watching the sun set

- That big lady can eat anything. Although she doesn’t feel good about eating their own sheep, it’s for surviving and also tasty, so yeah

Connie: Labrador Retriever

- (I thought about choosing one of the many Springer Spaniels for him, just to joke about it. Good try, but no.)

- He is the prime example of a Labrador Retriever, there is no other dog expressing that much ‘Retriever Flare’

- He lives with a very sportive couple and the two men often take him for very long hikes

- Happy, loving, kind and good with other dogs, but if anyone touches his Bertie, a plushie that looks like an elk, that guy is dead

- Connie loves water, of course, but what he loves even more is making his owners completely wet when he shakes his body, after coming right out of the sea or lake

- Doesn’t understand the concept of TV. There are things moving in there, but why can’t he touch them... Same with the frikin’ windows, what are those invisible walls for?!

- He can run. Fast. And forever.

- Out of all the characters here, he can do the best puppy eyes, especially when it’s for food

- Speaking of food, he can literally eat everything. Plastic package of this good old lasagne? Well, it has to go somewhere if we want the actual food, right? Somehow he survives all the shit he eats.

- When he wags his tail, he almost flies, I swear

Jean: Border Collie

- Very active and competing in special events

- Belongs to a very lovely young woman and her boyfriend, like that woman is just small and sporty and the nicest ever. So big boy Jean is a little embarrassed, but don’t you dare talk trash about her, he’ll shit in your shoes at night.

- Often goes jogging with her boyfriend, who he really likes, but at the weekends, there are hikes with her, which he also loves just as much as her

- Jean is good with other dogs, at first a little cautious, but he manages to keep his manners

- He is a proud dog and loves to win competitions. But in exchange for that, if he makes a mistake like jumping over the hurdle from the wrong side, he gets so insecure.

- Buddy loves to hear the door bell ring, he zooms right out of his higly exclusive bed

- Little arrogant though, loves it if people adore him and his talents

- He is really smart and once had a part in a documentary about the brains of animals, comparing dogs to other mammals

- He has his whole garden full with toys to train and of course play with

- Jean has bad teeth, so he gets some dental sticks extra, but apart from that, he can eat everything. He’s just special about his food, sometimes doesn’t accept it because it’s too dry or too wet or whatever problem he has that day

Historia: Golden Retriever & Samoyed Mix

- The most beautiful Goldie you will ever see (apart from my own, sorry)

- She is owned by a friendly old man who lives in a small town and just wanted a companion for his remaining years after his wife died

- And she does her job very well, the man smiles everytime she greets him when he comes home from his morning walks. He walks with her some time later, just wants her to have her beauty sleep.

- They are a good team, Historia is glad to have become his dog and his kind nature perfectly reflects her own

- She’s calm and friendly when around other dogs, her best friend Ymir lives in her town as well, so her owner sometimes sends Historia there with a small gift bound around her neck, letting them play with eachother

- Of course, like every Goldie, she loses a lot of hair, so she has to see a groomer several months a year, her owner is too old to do that all by himself, although he cleans up after her in his house

- Gosh, she’s so good with kids

- She loves to help whenever she can, although she is not an official service dog. As time goes by, the son of her owner teaches her some tricks, like getting the phone when it’s ringing or opening the door

- Historia loves to go to the grocery store, because in the small town everybody knows her and she’ll be greeted with sausages and cheese from one or two of the employees

- She has to be careful around vegetables since she is allergic to carrots, but apart from that she can eat everything

Ymir: Belgian Sheepdog

- Calm, collected, big and fast, the perfect dog to heard a bunch of cows. Yes you heard me.

- Ymir was adopted by a farmer and his family after she was given to a shelter by her previous owners because of her ‘temperament’

- Well, turned out that those people were unexperienced with dogs and didn’t know how to handle her, so after a good amount of training with the farmer, Ymir had a job and a forever home

- She is extremely good at her job, showing no fear at all and she even battled coyotes, who were trying to break in the stables, probably because they wanted the chickens, who also live there

- Historia is her neighbor and they often meet outside, their owners being good friends for years

- Unlike most of the other characters, Ymir can’t handle children. Her previous owners had children themselves, but they treated her like a toy and she learned, that kids are only annoying little brats. Although her actual owner has two children as well, she stays away from them.

- She doesn’t like to be pet that much, especially not on her belly. The only one who is allowed to do that, is the farmer, nobody else. Petting on the head is okay though.

- Ymir is allowed to roam around the backyard and the meadows freely, but she has to listen to her farmers voice and be ready for work if he demands so

- She doesn’t like water

- Her teeth are very well, so she prefers a challenge, som good chunks of meat from a cow or a whole leg maybe

Reiner: German Shepherd & Rottweiler Mix

- Bred to be a military dog, he became one at a very young age

- He passed all the tests with excellent marks, but of course, he remained a dog inside and his owner, a young marine officer, never wanted him to let go of his inner puppy

- That inner pupy comes out right after work, playing in the backyard, chilling on the couch, chewing on a big piece of buffalo horn, you name it

- He is extremely strong and big as well, so people can be very intimidated by him when he walks down the street with his owner, but Reiner actually doesn’t understand that

- After a splinter of a grenade hit him in the shoulder, he retired, having at least 10 years of his life left and his owner actually didn’t know what to do with him, so he gave him to a good friend who owned a shelter

- Reiner had to wait another two years until he got adopted by a nice couple, who were searching for an intelligent, not too old dog, who might be eager to work. So they checked him, bought him and trained him to become a service dog.

- After he completes his training as a service dog, another two years passing by, he is bought by a nice family. They have a daughter, who suffers from epilepsy and if she is severely stressed or didn’t drink enough water, she can get really bad migraines. So Reiner’s duty is it to warn her about her epileptic seizures and to remind her about drinking enough.

- That girl really loves him and he feels useful again, so it’s only natural that they allow him to sleep in her bed, extra cuddles for big ex-military dog

- He loves to get pet, anywhere, anyhow, any time. Give him a hug, kiss him on the head, that dog will wag his tail like a frikin’ tornado. Yeah, the girl he watches over said that he looks like a helicopter sometimes.

- Because of his strong jaws, he can bite through anything, which doesn’t mean that he should though... well, dude’s a dog here, so that soldier puppy doesn’t care if it’s a bone or an electric fence, he was trained to endure pain, now deal with it.

Annie: Husky

- One word. Bitchface.

- She is beautiful, dark coat, big blue eyes, but her resting face, killing.

- Annie is owned by a middle aged man, who owns a large property in Alaska. Don’t worry, Annie doesn’t give a flying shit about the snow. She sleeps in it. For the kick. (and because her breed actually CAN do that, huh)

- Hard as stone from the outside, one single glare from her and her owner gets what he wants.

- But on the inside, she is pretty calm and quite nice. At least she lets her owners little daughter pet her and after a few years she even pulls the sleigh for her.

- Annie doesn’t trust any humans apart from her owner and his family, but mostly her owner of course

- She does like to wander off for a few days, only to return with a dead caribu as an apology for diappearing. But in secret, she just wanted to hunt something. And the look on her familiy members faces are hilarious.

- She doesn’t own many toys. The smaller dogs in town are her toys.

- Annie isn’t too well around other dogs, she doesn’t bark or growl or anything, but if they don’t back off, she will give them a taste of her biting force

- She’s used to eating anything, even raw fish and dead birds, she eats that like candy

Bertolt: Irish Wolfhound

- Big. Very. BIG.

- Soft and cuddly, but he refuses to be called that.

- He is owned by an elderly couple, who live together with their daughter’s family. They all adore him and he always has someone who will go for a walk with him.

- Bertolt isn’t the most active dog, often just laying in his bed, sleeping. but if something fun happens, he’s absolutely on board.

- Is rather shy and doesn’t interact with strangers that much, although he isn’t aggressive at all

- Bertolt protects the house and especially the two kids who live there. They seem to like him really much and sometimes they still ask if they can ride on him. Which their parents of course deny.

- Because he is so big, he can cause problems in the house with him tripping over some toy or bumbing against an old vase.

- He is quick when it comes to sneaking out of the kitchen with a chain of sausages aroung his neck. Guess who gives it to him every sunday.

- Bert is the most loyal dog you can imagine. He would never leave the kids in the backyard, if some weirdo was calling from the front gate or he would never take food from strangers. He also doesn’t walk around the house freely, he knows the rules and sticks with the elders, if no one allowed him to go visit the kids yet.

- He can and wil eat anything. Like before with Connie, when I say anything, I mean it.

Levi: Hovawart

- You don’t want to mess with that dog. You don’t.

- Is owned by a lawyer and protects his house from any angry clients.

- Levi is a silent stalker, so don’t even try to get in, there are eyes on you as soon as you approach his home

- He isn’t owned by a lovely family, but his owner still shows him love and care, enough for Levi to rip every shithead apart who tries to break in

- He’s fast. And when I say fast, I mean like he runs at you, jumps over a 2,5 meters fence and still rushes after you without losing speed

- That bastard will not just hold on to you until the cops come. He will tear your precious leg apart, step by step. But just enough so the judge doesn’t call him overly aggressive.

- Does he wear a collar? Yes,his name and the phone number of his owner are on it. The question is, who would be mad enough to approach a guard dog, wandering around on his own.

- Levi may not be the youngest, but that doesn’t mean shit to him, he’ll protect his home if he reaches 9 years, he’ll protect it if he reaches 15 years.

- He sleeps under his owners desk, if he is at work by daylight, but at night, Levi has to go outside, sleeping in a nice big dog house

- Do we even need to talk about his diet.

#AOT headcanons #attack on titan #levi ackerman #mikasa ackerman #armin arlert #eren yeager #reiner braun #bertolt hoover #annie leonhardt #connie springer #ymir #Historia Reiss #sasha blouse #jean kirstein #shingeki no kyoujin #headcanons

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liquid-luck-00 · 3 years

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Truth / Lies

Bio!Dad Bruce

Bio!Dad Masterlist ~~~ Ao3 ~~~ First ~~~ Previous ~~~~~~~~~~

Marinette slipped out of the apartment early the next morning. She ran through the city, the early morning air stung her skin, waking her up more with each step.

Last night was a whirlwind and she didn't let herself think about it. But now she was.

Three months, almost four.

She has only known she was a Wayne for four months.

If this had happened sooner. She shuddered at the thought, yet it still flitted across her mind. She would have married her brother had this happened sooner.

Would she have recognized Damian from the 10 seconds she spent looking at his photo that day. No, she wouldn't and that thought terrified her. If it happened before then, she wouldn't even know she had a brother.

Would Bruce have recognized her, maybe, but then again that was assuming he knew what she looked like. And knowing what and how this happened, they wouldn’t have even met until after the fact.

She didn't even realize she had made her regular circuit until she was back in front of their apartment building. She opened the door and made her way up.

Hopefully Tim was gone, and they wouldn't need to explain last night.

She opened the door and there was not only Tim, but also Dick, Jason, and Bruce. At the table was a statuesque Damian.

"How much did they get out of you?" She tentatively asked.

"They threatened to call Manhunter." Was his answer.

Okay they know nothing, but oh no, oh no, oh no. She sat next to Damian turning into statue number two.

"Mini, the two of you disappeared last night what happened." Dad tried to stay calm, but his patience must have been tested by Sol already.

"Two truths, one lie." She side eyed Damian.

"We were in Nanda Parbat." Damian started.

"We avoided one mind numbing wedding." Marinette continued.

"The order has a larger moral back-bone than the league."

"You two aren't seriously playing this game to stall, are you?!" Tim seemed close to a mental breakdown. Then again, he hasn't slept in a week, so them disappearing may be the straw that broke him.

"Nanda Parbat and the league are tied so 1 and 3 are true." Jason figured.

"I would agree if this wasn't the second time, they said they avoided a wedding." Tim sighed.

"But it doesn't add into any of the others." Dick added.

"This morning their excuse was they were avoiding a wedding." Tim supplied.

"The truths are 1 and 2." Dad spoke definitely.

"Care to fill in the rest of the class B." Jason scoffed.

"Mini looks down for a fraction of a second when she lies, and she didn't when she said 2. Leaving 1 or 3 as the lie. Damian doesn't have a tick but using what he said 1 is true." He explained.

"There is no way for them to make that round trip in such a short time." Dick thought aloud. "Unless the order is filled with magic users. Meaning it is possible. And kidnapping kids could count as a lower moral backbone."

"Okay, so you're right, but kidnapping isn't the reason the League has a larger moral compass." Marinette assured.

"Do we want to know why the League of fucking Assassins has a larger moral backbone than an order of supposedly good magicians?" Jay was the one to speak the question on everyone's mind.

"Well if not saying or attempting to stop marrying two underage people is any indication." Damian scoffed.

"I honestly think it was their idea in the first place." Marinette mused aloud.

"Please for the love of god tell me you two weren't the ones getting married." Tim finally put it together.

"We avoided one hell of a headache inducing wedding. What do you think." She confirmed exasperated.

In a second (4) Errors could be seen on the faces of their family.

"Mini how long will it take to get to the league with Kaalki?" Dad was the first to recover, but his voice was eerily level, scarier than his even tone as Batman.

"Instantaneously, but someone who knows it better should be the one opening the portal." She responded quickly.

"Give the glasses to your brother. Damian open a portal."

Neither of them put up a fight, doing exactly as they were told. Not 20 seconds later all six of them were back in the middle of the League of Assassins following a clearly pissed off Bruce Wayne.

Thank kwamii that everyone else seem to know exactly where they were going in this compound because she sure didn’t. She walked right next to Damian the entire time and they were both watching their fathers back.

Twist and turns one after another and they finally came to what she can only describe as a throne room. When she saw the piece of shit that is Damian's maternal grandfather once again.

"Ra's." Was all her father stated. It is no exaggeration when she says that the color drained from that man’s face. She apparently wasn’t the only one contemplating exactly what had gone down last night. And the inevitable reaction of her family. What she failed to notice however, but her father didn’t was next to him was the same monk, still there. "Name." He ordered.

"Su-Han." He still spoke with dignity, but fear crept into his voice and stance.

"What the fuck did you try to do to my kids." Bruce growled in that instant she stopped breathing.

"Holy shit did Bruce just..." Jason stage whispered to Dick. However, she still couldn’t breathe and just watched the exchange. If she didn’t know her father’s rule to not kill, she would think he would be about to kill both Ra's and Su-Han, but she did know that rule. She’s pretty sure her father my break it though.

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Bruce immediately was in a state of shock.

As Batman he had contingencies and plans in place for everything and anything. But this, this never was a probable scenario ever.

Once his shock faded, he saw red, he was absolutely livid. Children, his children, were almost married, for what. A feud that neither knew even existed.

"Mini how long will it take to get to the league with Kaalki?" His voice was dead even, attempting and failing to keep his anger in check. Thank God Hawkmoth was no more.

"Instantaneously, but someone who knows it better should be the one opening the portal." She responded quickly.

"Give the glasses to your brother. Damian open a portal."

Mini handed Damian the glasses, who immediately opened a portal. He walked through with his kids in tow, but he did not stray from his warpath. He found Ra's and another man, who wore the symbol on Mari's box.

"Ra's." Was all he said, knowing he had the man's attention the moment he entered. He showed no attempt to be bored. or uninterested. In fact, if it didn't seem impossible, Bruce would go so far as to say he was scared. He then looked over at the second man. "Name." He spoke again.

"Su-Han." He still spoke with dignity, but fear crept into his voice and stance.

"What the fuck did you try to do to my kids." Bruce demanded.

"It is not like you to visit." Ra's seemed to dance around his question.

"Why my kids?!" His voice rose and patience dwindled. So much so he didn't notice his two youngest slipped out of the room. While the older three seemed to be eating cookies and pastries, watching the show.

"Them being related was an unforeseen factor." Su-Han answered. "For there to be peace the two organizations needed to be unified."

"And both of you rubbed your cumulative two brain cells together and thought marrying two kids together is a valid response."

It was Ra's turn to speak. "Both of your children happen to be the next in line to command both respective organizations. Marriage was simply a contract between the two individual organizations to maintain peace. Although that failed to occur."

"Why did marriage come before I don't know, a god damn Peace treaty." He stopped to breathe.

"Given our history." Su-Han tried to make a point, but he didn't let him.

"You want history, I hear they have been around since the time of the Ancient Egyptians and the Ancient Babylonian Empires."

Both men stood there seemingly trying to formulate any response that could work. “Marriage was the most reliable method to promote unity between the two.”

"Bullshit, you both wanted something quick and easy." An explosion was heard in the compound, sending Ra's into a fighting stance. "You both wanted to make it their responsibility to keep the peace. And when it would fail you would use it as an excuse to return to fighting one another."

A full minute of pure silence when no one so much as moved drawled on. Until the doors opened, and in walked his children, as a fox and a horse with two Kwamii in front of them.

"Are you two the ones responsible for the explosion?"

They looked at one another, then back at him. Damian was the one who answered. "Yes."

"What did you four do?" He asked, although he only did so more out of obligation than curiosity.

"We may have destroyed all the Pools of Miracles." Tikki flew forward and answered.

"You destroyed the Lazarus Pits / Pools!" Was shouted by Ra's and Su-Han.

"Yes, so it's magic cannot be further twisted." Mari stood firm.

"And for the monks to stop using it to extend their lives." Damian added.

"Can I spite them now?" A cat Kwamii he never met before asked him.

"I should be more disappointed, but I'm not." He sighed. "Go on ahead."

"Pigtails your family is the best." The cat cheered. "Now for you two."

The best way to explain what he did was that he phased through each of their hearts and floated on back. The entire time he were a grin that rivaled the cheshire cat.

"Plagg, what did you do?" Tikki tentatively asked.

"What's the fun in telling you now. Plagg cackled. With that they all left, back to Paris. Never mess with his kids, because one they can God damn take care of themselves and two, he may not kill but he will supervise if even one of them is hurt.

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gaeasun · 3 years

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Ok I'm starting a new au. One that's (mostly) based in happiness. Torrent lived and everyones happy and they all share an apartment together. Thanks @formvienthusiast for helping me come up with ideas! Anyone else with an idea feel free to comment so this still has a chance of being more fluffy. Fluffy is the goal here.

Kix basically kidnapped Fives at 79, and together they unraveled the whole chip conspiracy and saved the Republic.

Rex became a captain in the Guard under the Corrie Commanders, minus Fox because he basically lives at the Mind Healing Hall now. Is very relieved to be a big brother who isnt constantly working about lives under his command

Fives also joined the Guard, and he now has a statue in the Senate. He deserves it.

Echo was brought back by the Bad batch (who became a POW retrieval group and later moved into the 212 building but still come over to say hi to Echo and get advice from Rex on what to do with children as they adopted Omega). Everyone gave him all the help and care he could ever want, especially Fives, as he worked to readjust to his new body. It helps that they have someone who specializes in physical therapy with them. Once hed recovered Senator Amidala hired him as a Senatorial Aide/Bodyguard/babysitter/Gossip friend

Kix works with the Jedi Healers at the Temple, developing the anti-aging clone cure, and studying to be a civilian doctor. The Jedi like him a lot, especially those struggling to stop being soldiers. Many of the quieter padawans go to talk to him when they can.

Jesse started a construction group with several other clones for residential buildings. After seeing how Echo and the other members in Torrent sometimes struggled with parts of everyday life, he developed several building accommodations for clones and others who didnt come back from the war in one piece.

Hardcase survived, duh. He works as a demolitions expert and consultant for Jesse's construction group. He also loves to go hang with Dogma at the Temple library, where they'll slowly work their way through a stack of books of special interests before either falling asleep or trying to tell the other everything he just learned.

Speaking of Dogma, he is also alive. For a while he disappeared after Umbara, but he was found on Rex by accident while Rex was visiting Kamino. Dogma had been reconditioned and assigned maintenance duty, but after Rex brought him home he slowly began to remember things, beginning with Tup. He went to the mind healers a lot, and accidentally wandered into the library and somehow found his way into the good graces of Jocasta Nu, and now helps her in the library. Devours books on Jedi history and is now an expert.

Tup didnt die on Kamino, what are you talking about? He fell into a coma (someone from Torrent was always with him), and woke up a few weeks later. The tumor did some damage, and Tup struggled with coordination afterwards. To help, Twitch bought him an art set, and Tup quickly discovered he really likes to make things. Later works as a Kindergarten teacher for an art school.

But who is Twitch, you might ask? Twitch is my medic OC who joined Torrent after Umbara. Hes very sweet, mischievous streak, medium length hair. Everyones vod'ika. He loves to paint and helps decorate many a vod's building. Specializes in physical therapy (thanks for the idea @maiseey ) and works helping brothers with disabling injuries recover. Was invaluable in helping Echo and Tup recover. Very patient and insightful.

#star wars #the clone wars #after the war au #captain rex #arc trooper fives #arc trooper echo #arc trooper jesse #clone trooper harcase #clone trooper kix #clone trooper tup #clone trooper dogma #oc #clone trooper twitch

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elisaphoenix13 · 2 years

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A White Wolf and Kittens

Athena didn't hate the vet...but she didn't particularly enjoy going either. The other animals there were noisy or crying just because they were there. If they had been sick or injured she wouldn't have minded, but otherwise it grated on her nerves. But she behaved. When her master brought her to the vet, she remained at his side while he checked her in, then followed him to a chair and sat next to it without a fuss.

It was a busy day. Lots of cats and dogs as well as exotic animals, and to her relief, most of them were nervous but quiet about it. Only one or two were whining, and from the looks of it, they were there for the same reason she was. For a check up. Although, she supposed they couldn't communicate with their masters like Stephen could with her with his magic. He explained the vet to her and why he would be taking her when he first brought her into his home and she understood. These animals, however, were a little more in the dark.

"They're falling behind today so we might be waiting a little while." Stephen mutters softly to her and pets her head. "Why don't you lay down?"

Lay down. She knew that command. So she obeyed immediately and got as comfortable as she could on the hard floor. She grew up on grass and dirt, but when she was taken home by her master, she got used to the carpet, beds, and the couch. Hard surfaces like this weren't very comfortable but she had laid on some on occasion. Like when her master was cooking and she wanted to be nearby.

This floor felt a little dirtier than the one at home though.

A tiny squeak distracts her from her thoughts and Athena flicks an ear in the direction it had come from before looking out of the corner of her eye. A small kitten had climbed its way out of a box that was full of them when Athena actually paid it attention, and curiously wandered over to the wolf to investigate. She had to admit it was kind of cute to watch it approach her cautiously, sniffing from a distance before getting just close enough to swat at one of her paws before scampering away. When it realized Athena wasn't going to attack it, it wandered back and got closer and closer until it was happily climbing on her.

It didn't take long for the siblings to follow his lead and play with Athena.

"Where is your mother?" Athena rumbles softly.

One of the kittens looks up at her with big blue eyes. "Mommy?"

"No, I'm not your mother." The wolf huffs.

The kitten ran over to a brother to play with him, leaving Athena's question unanswered, but she had a theory. They looked to be old enough to be separated from their mother and find loving homes. At least that's what she had heard from her master's own children.

"Oh!" The receptionist finally spots the kittens on Athena and she stands. "I'm so sorry Dr. Strange!"

Stephen looks up from the book he had brought and then follows the girl's gaze down to his wolf. He only chuckled. "It's alright. She won't hurt them. She's used to this actually."

He looks back at his book when the receptionist nods and sits back down, leaving the kittens to continue their play. Athena would periodically grab one of them by their scruff and lick them clean, earning happy purrs for her effort. Before her master had brought her into his home, she had briefly wondered what it would be like to have her own pups but that never came to pass. Instead, she now helped take care of other animals and her master's children and she was quite content with only that. They weren't even hers and she would sometimes need time away from them. Especially Flynn. He was kind of high maintenance and always needed attention.

Fortunately he mainly looked for it from Emir or his master. Or in the fox's words, his daddy.

"Play with us!" One of the kittens requested.

"There's not enough space here." Athena says. "Play with your siblings." There were some whines but she stayed firm in her decision. The humans wouldn't appreciate her chasing the kittens around the small room. "That's enough of that."

She gently judges a kitten with her muzzle toward one of its siblings and it pounces, successfully distracted from the request. Athena had her own way of entertaining them anyway, such as waving her tail around for the ones trying to pounce on it. Every once in a while, she would let a kitten catch her tail before pulling it away and waving it around again. It was sufficient.

"What is that dangerous animal doing here?!" A screech resounds through the room when the door opens and both Athena and Stephen look up at the disturbance.

A woman with a short haircut and holding a Chihuahua was looking straight at the wolf, and it made Stephen sigh. To Athena's amusement, the dog in the woman's arms actually looked embarrassed and whined because of it.

"Here we go again." The Chihuahua whines. "She always finds something to complain about."

"This isn't our first encounter." Athena answers.

"I demand that creature be taken out!" The woman says loudly and Stephen closes his book with an irritated snap. "It's dangerous and mauling those poor kittens!"

Everyone in the waiting room was looking at each other and then Athena with obvious confusion. They weren't bothered by her and they certainly knew she wasn't doing anything to warrant this woman's rage.

"My wolf is only dangerous if I want her to be." Stephen says with as much calmness as he can muster.

"Why would you bring such a vicious animal here?! Those are illegal to keep as pets-"

"I have all of the necessary licenses and paperwork to keep her." Stephen interrupts. "And if you bothered to look properly instead of assuming the worst, you would see that she hasn't harmed those kittens in any way."

The woman scowls. "It's only a matter of time before that thing attacks someone!"

"If you lay a finger on me, I assure you she'll try. Whether or not I tell her not to is up to you to take the risk." Stephen snaps when the woman steps closer to her.

Athena even growled a little when she did. She didn't like this woman approaching her master the way she did. This was someone that possibly meant him harm and she was going to warn her. Stephen held out a placating hand to her though so she didn't do anything more. She knew there was a time and a place and this was neither. This terrible woman was a regular civilian and not to be attacked if she touched Stephen. Unless she really brought him harm, Athena was to do nothing.

That didn't mean she liked the idea though. She did turn her attention to the frightened kittens curled up against her side though. They had run for cover the moment the human had opened her mouth and Athena couldn't blame them. She almost wanted to cover her ears just from the sheer pitch in the woman's voice.

"Everything will be alright. My master will take care of it." The wolf reassures them.

"She's loud!" A kitten cries.

"Yes I know. It will be over soon enough."

"Ma'am, the wolf is not causing anyone any trouble." The receptionist says. "If you are uncomfortable with her around, I suggest you come back at a later time."

"I'm here now and I have every right to be here!" The woman screeches and the receptionist sighs.

"Yes, and so does Dr. Strange and Athena. Now you can either come back at a later time or you can find a seat and stop making a scene."

The woman turns red, and just when everyone thinks she's about to go on another verbal rampage, she finds a seat and sits down with an affronted huff. She continued to mumble under her breath as she placed her Chihuahua on her lap, but Stephen paid her no mind and turned his attention to Athena.

"Good girl," he whispers and reaches down to pat her head.

Athena rumbles softly in response, wagging her tail happily and the kittens eventually resume playing now that the woman had stopped screeching. It was only ten minutes later when she and Stephen were finally called back and Athena gently returned each kitten to their box before following her master into another room. She had to ignore the kittens tiny cries as she walked away and the door was closed behind her. Her check up went well, she wasn't even given any shots. Just a usual examination of her body, mouth, and nails.

She was given a treat at the end for behaving which was one of the few appeals of going to the vet.

Before she knew it, they were leaving the room and Stephen was going over to the counter to pay for the visit. Athena took that time to walk over to the box of kittens to stick her head in and lick each of them with a comforting nuzzle. When they tried to climb her, she had to move her head out of reach.

"It's time for me to go." She tells them softly.

"Don't leave!" One of the kittens cries.

"You'll be alright. The humans will find you nice families to take care of you." Athena tells them, nuzzling them all once more for good measure.

"Athena, come." Stephen commands.

She had to admit that it was a little hard to leave the kittens behind, especially when they cried for her, but she knew they would find loving humans to take them in. Much like Stephen had. They were probably afraid someone like the woman would take them and she couldn't blame them. She wouldn't want to live with someone like that either. But she had a feeling they would be given to families like hers.

"You did well." Stephen praises her and pets her head after they leave the vet and make their way toward an empty alleyway so he could make a gateway home. But when he stopped and looked across the street, he smiled and looked down at her. "How about we sit in the park for a little while before we go home?"

Athena wags her tail in agreement and Stephen chuckles as he leads the way safely across the street. She always enjoyed grabbing a few more moments of peace with her master before they went back home. It gave her some time to enjoy the sun and gave him some uninterrupted reading time - assuming nobody acted as the woman did when they saw Athena. But nothing of the sort happened. There were curious whispers but most people just looked at her in awe. One girl even said she was beautiful. It was an improvement to earlier.

They were able to enjoy the park for a good hour before Stephen decided it was time to head home and opened a gateway. Athena got up and walked through without being prompted and her collar and leash were almost immediately removed by her master's mate. Athena rumbles her appreciation and licks Tony hand in thanks after he pets her head and then he starts scratching beneath her chin.

"Such a good girl." Tony croons as Stephen walks through the gateway and closes it behind him. "Everything go well?" He asks the sorcerer.

"She's perfectly healthy. Some kittens took a liking to her, and a Karen almost broke my eardrums when she saw Athena." Stephen explains and Tony snorts.

"You're picking up on the kids' lingo."

"It was bound to happen." Stephen shrugs. "We went to the park afterwards for a little bit."

Athena leaves her master and his mate in the entryway where they had ended up and made her way to the living room where she found all of the children watching a movie. Of course, Valerie immediately invited her on the couch next to her when the little girl saw her, and the wolf jumped up to lay next to her. There was just enough space for her to lay down between Valerie and Diana and enjoy the slow pets both girls subconsciously gave her as they watched the movie.

"Did you bring us something?" Harley asks as Stephen and Tony walk in.

"I only went to the vet." Stephen says.

"Do you have fleas?" Harley jokes, and immediately gets his head whapped by the doctor.

Athena closes her eyes contently after that. She really was happy with the way her life was now. She was loved and cared for, and could sleep in comfort and security. Of course she could defend herself - she and her master trained together all of the time - and she would defend this family without hesitation. Even the other animals. This was more of a family - a pack - than her previous one had been and she was determined to keep them.

#mama bear au #stephen strange #athena the wolf #tony stark #harley keener #ironstrange

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RWBY Parents from Best to Worst

That’s right, everybody, I’m a-going to rank how terrible these people are to and for their kids! For the sake of covering as many parents as I can, I am defining ‘parent’ as either ‘legal guardian’ or ‘the one that gave birth to you’, and excluding relationships that are explicitly something else. That does mean that we’re going to miss out on some very important people, though, so before we begin, let’s have some Honorable Mentions!

Yang Xiao Long and Winter Schnee: Professional Momsisters

“That’s why big sisters come first, to protect the ones that come after.” I don’t know who said that to these two, if anybody actually did, but it’s a quote that most definitely applies to them. Not only would they take a bullet (or a sword, or a fireball) for their younger siblings, they took the time out to give them affection and training that they needed when their own parents weren’t quite doing the job. If I absolutely had to rank one of them as the better momsister, I’d say Yang, but that’s really only because Yang had less to deal with overall; a depressed single dad not being able to pull himself together just doesn’t stack up with an abusive powermonger, a self-loathing drunkard, and all the institutional bigotry and pressure of Atlas. Plus, you know, Winter went into the military for a bit. Still, pretty good track record considering!

Klein Sieben: Doing the work of seven good dads

Look, there is only one reason Klein wasn’t listed before the momsisters, and that reason is that he is technically the hired help (and could therefore become the fired help). He is, hands down, a better surrogate parent than Yang and Winter, providing guidance and care to all the Schneeblings and very effectively undoing the damage Jacques Gele (HE DOES NOT GET TO BE CALLED SCHNEE!) did to them. And he even helped out Willow! If he was allowed to do more, he would absolutely be My Real Dad of the year.

Qrow Branwen: “The only one that gets to be sad in this house is me!”

Qrow has a lot of flaws. Like, so so many flaws. As Yang said in a noncanon spinoff, he’s cool but not exactly a role model. Thing is, you don’t have to be a role model to be a good parent--you just have to make sure your kids (or nieces in this case) get good advice and the opportunity to grow into the best versions of themselves they can be. And when Qrow’s not beating himself up or drowning his sorrows, he’s actually very good at helping Yang and Ruby. Honestly the only reason he’s not on the actual list is because he’s technically not a parent.

Uncle Copper: Adopting a blind kid automatically makes you cool

So here we have a character that appeared in a single flashback in the novels, but from what we do know he was pretty likely to be a good guy. Like, raising a blind kid is hard enough; raising a blind kid in a desert after their actual parents got nommed by sand is so, so much more difficult. And yet, this guy said ‘If nobody else is going to adopt this kid I will!’ and by all measures he was a very caring and loving guy. Also, shout-out to the tribe, who took Fox in after Copper got killed by some maniac (and also killed said maniac). Fox has had a rough life, but it’s been filled with supportive people. Not everyone can say that.

Starr Sanzang: She put up with Sun

Sure, she’s only had one scene in one novel, but Starr showed patience and caring and... probably did a lot to make sure Sun stays as aggressively cheery and patient as he is. Plus she’s got a dojo in Vacuo now... okay, I’ll be honest, I don’t know nearly enough about her to really assess her. Still, as far as cousins go, Sun Wukong could do a lot worse. And there are the implications of their motifs to factor in...

Rhodes: If you’d done even just a little bit more--!

So, reasonably, what would you do when you see a little girl enslaved with a shock collar? Would you (A) get the girl out of there, (B) arrest the woman doing it, (C) try to get the girl therapy, or (D) all of the above? If you picked (E) secretly train the girl in swordplay so she can join a huntsman academy when she comes of age, then congratulations! You’ve given her hope! Good for you! And what if she snaps after five years of literal torture, kills her abuser, and then turns to you for comfort and/or approval? Welp, obviously she’s an irredeemable criminal and you have to bring her in, crushing all the faith she had in you and herself.

Seriously Rhodes, dropped the ball hard on that one. I’m only mentioning you because you had such a serious impact on Cinder’s development.

Brother Gods: Creating and destroying entire species

Like, okay. Look. These are the two that made humanity, so an argument could be made that they’re humanity’s parents. But, by the strict and arbitrary rules I have selected, they aren’t parents. And even if they were, they would be just the worst sort of parents possible. Darkbro is bad enough, what with viewing only strength as valuable and creating the Grimm and, you know, annihilating humanity that one time, but he’s at least honest and honorable. Not like the cryptic Lightbro, who doesn’t bother making sure people understand him, who doesn’t even keep his own promises to his brother... I get that they’re basically overpowered children. Yeah, they are. Still... kinda terrible.

So, now that that’s all done, let’s get to the actual list! After the break, so you don’t get stuck scrolling a lot. RWBY parents, from best to worst, are as follows:

23. Saphron and Terra Cotta-Arc: Two moms are better than none!

If I’m rating all the parents, and I am, then I have to acknowledge their flaws. And... these two don’t have any! Okay, fine, they used Adrian in a criminal scheme that one time (and that was literally just asking him to cry on command) and maybe Terra’s overworked and, to be fair, parenting a young kid is a lot different than parenting a teenager. But not only did they support their kid, they helped out all the kids that needed to room with them for a while! Saphron may also qualify as a momsister, depending on how well the Arcs managed their massive-numbered horde of kids. Look, the point is: Excellent parents. Bam.

22. Yatsuhashi's Parents: Their slipups weren’t their fault

When your kid can wipe your memories and you don’t know about it, you’re bound to get a few mistakes down the line. Luckily for everyone, after the whole incident with Hiyoko Yatsu came clean, and his parents made absolutely sure that he understood (A) that having such an ability was a big responsibility and (B) that even though he really screwed up he was NOT evil. Given the man that Yatsuhashi is now, I’m pretty confident in calling them great parents--even if they only appeared in a book flashback.

21. Coco's Dad: He exists!

That’s... honestly all I really know about him. He’s mentioned once in the books, and Coco has a few brothers. I’m kind of just assuming he’s a good parent from that, even if he didn’t figure out how to help Coco with her claustrophobia. So... yeah, shrug, Coco’s got a dad.

20: Ghira and Kali Belladonna: Actually marvelous people

Loving. Caring. Mentoring, protective. You may be asking why these two aren’t lower on the list, given that they are absolutely great for Blake, and I’ll have to admit that they only really made one slipup--letting Adam talk with Blake.

And okay, look. The thing about people like Adam is that they don’t start out showing their true colors. It’s always a slow, gentle broil. Blake was young and stupid, Adam was cute and edgy, and these parents want their daughter to be happy. So not twigging on what Adam really was--or at least not being able to properly convince Blake--that’s entirely understandable. And they did instill her with a strong enough moral code to leave when enough was enough, and they absolutely welcomed her back with open arms. Frankly, if the lower-listing parents didn’t exist, I would happily say they are the best parents in the show.

19. Pietro Polendina: He took Penny’s death flags

When you carve out part of your literal soul to bring your girl back from the dead, you get MAJOR parenting props. And even beyond that, Pietro is an absolutely caring and supportive father to everyone’s favorite bundle of sunshine. Even when she’s put in the rough position she was in, Pietro did his best to help her out. His one big flaw, though, is being overprotective and a bit presumptive. He does want Penny to live her best life, but he also can be just a touch too quick to say he knows what’s best for her. To his credit, when he’s called out on it, he does mend his ways. And he’s at least better then the GENERAL...

18. Salem and Ozma: Good parents, surprisingly!

Sure, Salem decided that world conquest was a good idea and wanted to put down anybody that wasn’t directly from her bloodline. Sure, she psychologically manipulated her husband when he had doubts. And, being fair, it’s highly likely that her four daughters were killed in the crossfire of her and Ozma’s little tuff. But! That was likely an accident, she’s been shown to still clearly mourn their passing, and before that point she absolutely loved and adored the girls. Ozma gets points for being a generally good person who fell in love with her before she became unstable and, honestly, was just trying to help his girls escape... and hey, he blames himself for their deaths. As does Salem.

Just because they’re kind of directly responsible for a LOT of Remnant’s woes doesn’t mean they aren’t good parents!

17. Will and Meg Scarlatina: Estranged but loving...

Yes, I know Rooster Teeth hasn’t officially confirmed that Bill is Will. I still believe though! Also it makes for a great picture, in any case.

Look, you can be the best and most loving parents ever--and from what we saw in the novels Will was definitely loving--but if you split up, your kid is going to get a little stressed. And hey, it’s not like these two were terrible people! Velvet’s just got a lot going on because of things entirely out of her control. Parents are people too, but sometimes the stress of one situation will leak out into another. Just... give people time to adapt.

16. Nicholas Schnee: The man, the legend, the titan!

Nicholas Schnee is the rockstar success story of Remnant. Some guy from Mantle put in all the work to make the SDC, and honestly from what little we know about him he was probably a great guy! But if we’re registering parental goodness, well... he wasn’t quite smart enough to warn Willow away from abusive gold diggers, and he’s not present when the story starts. So, yeah, even if he was a good parent otherwise--and I think he would be--he kinda... didn’t put in the work to prevent Willow breaking later. Still. Not deliberately terrible!

15. Li and An Ren: Don’t die in front of your kids, folks!

Seriously, it traumatizes them, especially if there’s a Grimm assault going on at the same time. Oh, double-especially if you reassure them that everything will be fine literally the second before the roof collapses on your head. And... well, okay, you couldn’t help your son and some random girl being the only survivors...

In all seriousness, that whole situation was absolutely out of their control. And before their deaths they were shown to be loving, wise, giving good advice to Lie Ren and helping him understand what the right thing to do was. Honestly, if they hadn’t died in front of him he’d be a lot better, mentally speaking. His trauma is not their fault. Plus Li went out distracting the big Grimm so Lie could run. No greater love hath man, indeed.

14. Summer Rose: Loving mother, ticking trauma bomb

When she was around, Summer Rose was probably the best mom Yang and Ruby could ask for. Sure, everyone could be exaggerating a little on how great a person she was--fond memories and grief can do that--but even taking that into account, she was probably a great and wonderful woman to be raised by. And hey, it turns out the reason she vanished was to go confront basically the Devil Herself so her kids wouldn’t have to live in a world where she existed! I can totally get the logic behind that.

And to be fair, “I’m going to do this on my own so nobody else suffers” is a pretty common character flaw among the RWBY cast. There are entire arcs where each character learns to overcome it. Still, wandering off on your lonesome without telling anyone was not the smartest move, Summer. Especially if you expected to die--which, you know, Devil Herself, high probability. And you know, if you had died, that would be bad enough, but now Ruby’s practically certain to have to fight your grimmified self. At least she figured out what happened to you before Salem decided to hammer in the trauma button, so she’ll be a little more ready, but... seriously.

13. The Arc Parents: Look, you try juggling eight kids!

To be fair, neither Arc parent has appeared on screen, but we can derive some of their traits from their kids. Jaune’s father said women like confident men. Jaune’s mother said strangers are friends you haven’t met yet. Jaune’s sister moved out of the house and (it’s implied) was happier for it. Jaune himself took his family’s ancestral weapon and ran off to Beacon to become a hero without any training whatsoever....

I get the impression that these two are not horrible parents, but they aren’t really stellar ones either. They slip up, don’t understand their children, give some really bad advice (as well as really good advice), and... look, it’s kind of middle of the road here. The Arcs could be wonderful people that just weren’t ready for the complexities of raising eight kids. I come from a big family myself, I know it can be stressful. And their kids turned out well anyway, so...

12. The Mother of Pyrrha Nikos: You taught your girl too well

Hero complexes are funny things. And Pyrrha Nikos... in retrospect, she was really hiding a lot of insecurities under that facade. Laying it all at this woman’s feet is unfair, I’ll admit, a lot of that came from being The Mistral Champion. But... with stories and fairy tales of heroes, it’s not hard to imagine a genuinely loving mother making sure her daughter knew right from wrong, always knew to act with mercy and protect the weak, and made her hardline into being a hero at the cost of her own... sense of self. It wouldn’t even be something either of them noticed, really. Good people can make bad choices sometimes.

11: Ilia's Parents: Oh god, can good people make bad choices...

So the idea of getting Ilia up to Atlas for a better life, that rocks (if you assume the propaganda to be true). And I’m certain her parents absolutely did what they did out of love. But what they did, you see, was tell Ilia to hide a very important part of herself from anybody who could find out, since it was likely she would be kicked out of the school she was in if people found out she was a faunus.

Which actually, did a lot of damage.

I mean look at Ilia now! She has trouble expressing herself until she explodes, she follows a crowd instead of her own morals, she broke down in tears when she finally did the right thing... Conceal Don’t Feel is never good advice, and these two went on and said ‘Honey, because of racism, you have to hide the fact you literally change color when you have emotions.’ Oh, and then they died offscreen--again, not their fault, but boy howdy did it give Ilia a complex.

10. Taiyang Xiao Long: Slumped at just the wrong time

Honestly, Tai as he is now is a wonderful dad. Supportive of his daughters in their time of need, able to lift their mood with a tasteless joke or two, frankly if we were assessing just how they were in the moment... I’d still be a little critical of his refusal to talk about the girls’ mothers, but hey, that’s minor. Compared to, you know...

Okay, so this needs serious addressing. Taiyang cannot be blamed for falling into a depressive slump. People can hurt, and need time to heal. That said, his depressive slump is at the root of Yang’s many issues, and frankly if she hadn’t had to pull herself together for Ruby she would be a major mess. It’s a bad situation all round, even if it’s not his fault.

9. Willow Schnee: “Kids, don’t wind up like me.”

Drowning her sorrows isn’t the best way to handle being stuck in an abusive marriage, but it was the best way Willow could think of. And, yeah, that really cut into her skills as a mom... but despite that, she did her darnedest to make sure her kids had what they needed to free themselves. Heck, once Jacques was out of the picture, she even pulled herself together and risked her life to save them! A broken women, to be sure, but not a shattered one.

8. Neptune's Mother: She exists!

Being fair, there’s not a lot to go on here. We know Neptune’s mother is a lawyer (insert evil lawyer joke), that their family are famous swimmers, and that his brother caused his hydrophobia by tossing him into the water. It does paint a bit of a picture, though, of everyone having expectations for Neptune that he was not able to live up to. Pretty poor parenting, if it’s true.

7. Nora Valkyrie's Mom: Come get your girl!

Literally the only factoid we have about Mama Valkyrie is that she abandoned her to the Grimm. We don’t know when this was, and it’s feasible it’s a case of ‘Oh No I Lost Track Of My Daughter In The Panic!’ But given we see young Nora scavenging for scraps of food... I’m not optimistic on her parenting skills.

6. Raven Branwen: "I wasn’t part of your life, how could I ruin it?”

Raven is just not a good mom at all. And, surprisingly, she seems to know it. Or that’s one interpretation of her character. The thing about Raven is that she plays her cards close to chest. We still don’t know why she left her daughter, and we only have inklings about the reasoning behind her behavior once they reunited. In the end, though... she did concede to Yang, she did apologize for something, and there’s a very deliberate indication that a lot of her behavior is a mask to both others and herself. So, terrible mother, for the moment, but self-aware.

5. Salem's Father: Explicitly noted as cruel

We get a bit more about Salem’s father from ‘Fairy Tales Of Remnant’, how he became possessive of the last remnant of his wife and locked her away in a tower. From what we know of him, that’s all he did--lock her away and not let her go. Still makes him a terrible dad. And with this, we transition firmly into the most definitively abusive parent figures. Everyone before this might have the excuse of not realizing what was going on or having their own damage, but now we’ve got parents actively deciding to make their kids’ lives worse.

4. Jacques Gelé: HE DOES NOT GET TO BE CALLED SCHNEE!

His children are property, to be manipulated and traded for the benefit of the company he married into, and any defiance is to be quelled instantly. He is manipulative, scheming, abusive, and frankly the worst sort of scumbag to ever wear a white suit. He does have the single redeeming quality of only leaning into the punishment if it benefits him; nobody would ever accuse the man of being needlessly cruel. His name is Jacques, and you will hate him... especially on the rare occasions he actually has a point.

3. The Marigolds: There’s no peppy tagline, they’re just mean

There’s not a picture of these jerks on the wiki, so you’ll have to make do with the woman that is no longer their daughter. See all that empty space around her? That’s about as close as they ever got. May spells out how much they hated her for having a heart, and how little they cared about her as a person, in one epic line. And even if they have other redeeming qualities (unlikely) we can tell they’d probably still be terrible parents because of how sleazy May’s cousin is. Honestly, for once I’m glad some characters don’t get pictures. They don’t deserve to be remembered. They aren’t even the cool kind of evil, they’re just... gross.

2. Marcus Black: Look if you train your kid to be a killer...

...you’re going to have to expect them to kill you. I mean, you basically ripped apart Mercury’s legs, man. He had to get cyberlegs. Also, you used your semblance to steal his. Which, given that semblances come from aura, and that aura is a manifestation of the soul, is kinda... that’s a deeply personal and intimate violation. Sure, you got your assassin kid. And can we talk about the fact that Marcus was an assassin? It’s not a pretty job. I guess I can see all the abuse--physical and mental--as a good way to train up another assassin, but... geeze, if that’s your goal, why did you use your own kid?! Why not hire some angsty teenager?! Yeah, no, Markus Black stood high on my list of parental monsters... and was only toppled by the arrival of one other.

1. Madame of the Glass Unicorn: She only appeared in one episode and she rocketed to the top of this list, that should tell you something

Let’s be clear here: What Madame did to Cinder is bad enough. It was literally slavery. Enforced by a shock collar. And because the collar looked like a necklace, she pulled it off in front of I don’t know how many clients. Granted, said clients were racists, why else would they be customers at a ‘We Do Not Serve Faunus’ hotel, but keeping her torture just out of the public eye very clearly shows both that she knew what she was doing was illegal and that she was clever enough to avoid detection.

Oh... and then there are her birth daughters.

With Cinder, she was abusive to a dangerous degree. With her daughters, she was permissive, not only allowing but encouraging them to bully their adoptive sister. The whole point of parenthood is to teach your children how to become the best version of themselves, but Madame didn’t even bother to instill a semblance of morality in these girls. She used them as extensions of her will, and they obliviously played along because that was all they knew.

You’d think the biggest monster on the show would be the Grimm woman, but no--it’s some random lady with a hotel.

#RWBY #Analysis #Ranking #I had the urge to make this #Feel free to disagree #Some of this is opinion-based

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Sixteen - Dream SMP Drabble

A/N: Based off of @tittybitch’s headcannon on why both Tommy and Tubbo were child soldiers, with the new info Wilbur dropped a while ago on Tubbo and Tommy’s ages when he wrote about them for the Dream SMP - twenty. What if Tommy and Tubbo lied about their ages to Wilbur in order to become soldiers in the First Independence War?

TW: Major Character Death, murder, lying/breaking laws, drug mention, child soldiers, cursing. (Let me know if I need to tag anything else!)

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When Tommy had fallen into the water, staining it crimson red with a large arrow in his chest, Tubbo had screamed, rushing over. The soldier fell to his knees as Tommy’s items simply began to float towards the surface. Wilbur’s head bowed in respect at his right-hand man, his gaze lingering toward the floor a bit longer than normal. Tommy was a good man, he’d made his choice, this choice, in order to save their nation and he stood by it. That was something even the L’manburg General could admit was admirable. Dream walked up to him.

“So you will disband L’manburg, and Tommy’s discs will be given to me?”

“That was the deal.” Wilbur breathed, putting a comforting hand on Tubbo’s shoulder, who hadn’t moved from his place on the ground, just staring at the mass of items and bloody water. “Alright men, let’s head out with our dignity and honor.”

“No…” Tubbo whispered to himself, his hands gripping the floor as he shook with pure emotion. “No! You don’t get to just brush past this! Dream killed Tommy, he killed him- and… and you’re just gonna give up?!”

“Tubbo, this duel was not our decision or our plan, you know that.”

“Our decision?!” Tubbo snapped, sitting up and getting in the face of his commanding officer. “Our DECISION?! He was sixteen, Wilbur! Sixteen!”

Wilbur’s eyes focused solely on Tubbo’s as he began to calm down, beginning to process what exactly his soldier had said. Sixteen. Tommy Innit, his right-hand man, a fellow soldier who amounted more than his fair share of injuries thus far, someone who just died for their country in a duel… was sixteen years old. A teenager. A kid. Anger boiled within his chest and stomach. “What?”

Tubbo’s eyes tried to avoid the General’s increasingly intense stare. “Oh, you… uh… I’m sorry, Wilbur - I didn’t mean to just go off like that, you know sometimes I just say stuff that just comes off the top of my head, it’s… it’s uh… crazy-!”

“Tubbo, I’m going to ask this once and only once, so listen to me very closely…” Wilbur rested his hand on Tubbo’s shoulder, using the other to tilt his chin up to look at him. Tubbo gulped as he could feel his heart drop looking at how angry Wilbur was becoming. “How old is Tommy Innit?”

Tommy swore Tubbo to secrecy, he made him promise to never, ever, ever tell a soul how old they really were, not even through torture or death. Tommy told him that they’d be ruined if they told anyone their real ages, never taken seriously, and constantly looked down upon. Dream already thought of them as less than him, being children… teenagers, would only make it worse. They were so much more than just teenagers, and they were both so determined to prove how capable they were, how much they could do.

But now Tommy was dead, he saw his best friend die before his eyes and it all became too real. There was so much more they both wanted to do...they were only sixteen, he was only sixteen. This stupid lie that Tommy convinced him was better to tell than the truth could end up costing them their lives. Though it was selfish and cowardly, Tubbo didn’t want to die, he didn’t want Tommy to die. Not yet. Not now.

“Soldier, answer me.”

Tubbo’s throat turned dry as he took a deep breath, the words ‘Not yet’ echoing in his head. “Sixteen.”

Wilbur kneeled down to be more level with the fellow soldier, moving to gently grab both of his arms, his face looking more sympathetic, pitiful. “Yeah? And… and what about you, soldier?”

“I’m sixteen years old, sir.”

Wilbur nodded to himself, still trying to wrap his head around this fact when Fundy piped up from the corner. “Dad, Tommy’s respawned.” Anger and sadness fought in a tangled mess in Wilbur’s stomach as he stood once more.

“Right, men. Let’s go pay a visit to our fallen brother in arms. I have a feeling he’ll need it. Move out.” Fundy walked off quickly with Tubbo trailing behind him, his gaze focused on the ground, both of them silent. Dream and his posse were mostly gone already, not bothering to witness the fallout except for Sapnap and Eret.

Eret’s crown weighed heavy on his head - he betrayed two teenagers, as well as a son and a father to earn this, to earn his crown and his place on the throne. They were kids, they were a family. “Look, Wilbur I-”

“Tommy’s dead, Eret. It’s over, you won. Congrats.” Wilbur crossed his arms over his chest as he stared at Eret intensely. “Look, no matter what happened today, no matter who won what - if I see you within five feet of Fundy, Tubbo, or Tommy, you’ll fucking regret it. I think they’ve suffered enough because of you.”

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When Tommy opened his eyes and the soreness and tiredness took over him, a feeling that he remembered vividly, all he wanted was to curl in on himself and cry. He was ashamed of himself, of that stupid stupid duel - now L’manburg would never get their freedom, and it was all his fault. All because he couldn’t land one arrow. Trying to distract himself from the guilt that weighed on his heart, he moved, wincing at the small pricks of pain spread throughout his body, and opened up the chest near his bed, grabbing some bandages and health potions to help heal him and numb some of the pain.

With a heavy heart, he hesitated for a moment, taking off his L’manburg coat, knowing it would probably be the last time he’d do so. He ran his hands over the stitching to try and commit it all to memory, in some weird effort to not let L’manburg die. He fought so hard to protect it, yet he killed it with his own hands. He let out a defeated sigh, piling the coat and his hat on top of his chest, moving to take care of the nasty scarring around his chest where Dream had shot him.

He didn’t expect anyone to visit him, let alone Wilbur. The General entered with his hands behind his back, deep in thought, thinking behind his eyes. Tubbo rushed over, nearly crashing into him. “Tommy!”

“Woah, Woah, Woah big man.” Tommy smiled at the sight of his friend, wrapping an arm around him a bit of an embrace. “Thanks for the worry, but I’m still sore-”

“Oh, right, right - sorry.” Tubbo sheepishly added, pulling away from the tight hug he had around his best friend’s middle, moving to sit beside him.

“I...uhm… didn’t expect all of you to be here.”

Fundy walked over, a cloth and a gleaming bottle in his hand. “Here, I just brewed from regen if you need it, it’ll be a lot better than those health pots. A hit like that’ll need lots of healing, that’s for sure.” Tommy’s eyes furrowed at the weird sadness Fundy’s face held, how he seemed like he was forcing a smile. It was weird to see someone act tense around him, and Wilbur’s silence definitely was NOT helping.

“Uh… thanks, Fundy.”

“I’m just glad you’re alright - With your injuries, we weren’t sure you were going to respawn.”

Tommy smirked, moving to take the potion and cloth from the fox hybrid, popping the cork off. “Please, nothing that green bastard could do could ever keep me down.” He took a sip of the potion, the dull and numb sensation traveling throughout his body and slowly melting away any lingering pricks of pain. Laughter echoed from both Tubbo and Fundy, enjoying the slight sense of normalcy.

“Tommy?” Wilbur walked toward the three who sat around or on the bed, his eyes flicking back and forth, looking like he wanted to say something but he didn’t know what to say.

“Sir?” Tommy looked up at the General, sitting up straight almost on instinct at this point. Tommy had never seen Wilbur like this in his entire life, never seen his General this conflicted, this unsure of something. “...Wilbur?”

“I…” Wilbur swallowed thickly, taking a deep breath. “I know, Tommy.” Tommy’s eyes narrowed. “I know what you and Tubbo hid from me, I know you’re not twenty.” Tommy’s eyes flicked over toward Tubbo, who wouldn’t meet his gaze.

“You don’t know shit.” Tommy spat.

“Tommy, I told him.” Tubbo spilled out, clinging on to his best friend’s arm like it was a lifeline.

“Tubbo you promised, you looked me in the eyes and you promised me, you swore to me, not even with death-!”

“I thought...I don’t want you to die, Tommy!” Tubbo finally looked up toward his friend, and Tommy finally saw the distress in his eyes. “You have one life left. ONE. You’re my best friend, I…” Tubbo could see the hurt in Tommy’s eyes, and his gaze fell back on the bedsheets in shame. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Tommy took a deep breath, looking at his best friend, then turned toward Wilbur. “So, I guess all those ‘child’ jokes were true, innit?” He glared at the other two in the room. “Come on, out with it then. Tell me how reckless and immature I am. Tell me I never took any of this seriously, how I doomed and destroyed everything because I’m just a ‘stupid child’.” Tommy’s hands gripped into fists, getting up from the bed, angry at the silence. “Come on, just DO IT ALREADY!”

“You’re not a stupid child, Tommy.”

“Don’t you dare fucking pity me-”

“Pity you?! PITY YOU?!” Wilbur exclaimed. “Do you honestly think I would do that? Do you think after everything you’ve done, I pity you?”

“What?”

“Tommy, you’ve dedicated yourself to L’manburg, you put your life on the line for it and were willing to risk your discs for its freedom. That’s earned my respect, however old you are.” Wilbur looked between Tommy and Tubbo. “I wish you would’ve told me, I could’ve been able to protect you from all of this. You wouldn’t have had to fight this war, it’s not yours to fight. Not yet.”

“You know without me or Tubbo you wouldn’t have fared as well with Dream’s army. You needed help, we wanted to fight.” Tommy’s voice was no longer angry but tired. “I don’t regret it, Wilbur.”

“But you’re… you’re both kids, you’re...fuck, what have I done?!” Wilbur cursed under his breath.

“What you had to.” Tubbo’s voice was soft in its reply. Silence passed through the room as Wilbur moved toward both of the teens, shaking his head.

“No, no no no, there was another way, you shouldn’t have- you both should have never had to go through any of this, never been on the battlefield or running for your life. You shouldn’t have had to make those calls, you should’ve just enjoyed being kids instead of getting dragged into my mess...my war. I put you through that - if it wasn’t torture enough to put my own son in that position…”

“If you know me at all, Wil, you know I wouldn’t just sit by and watch. L’manburg… this place… it’s so much more than just a place. You and I started our first drug trades here, you made me feel important, you made me feel a part of something, instead of some kind of prick that everyone just wants to go away. You’ve all had my back, you’re all my friends… this is my home.”

Tubbo sat up to stand beside Tommy with a small hopeful smile. “Our home.”

“Our home.” Tommy echoed. “We needed… no, we wanted to protect it, no matter what. So I don’t regret this at all, Wilbur. Even if we lost. I don’t regret a damn thing.”

At that moment, no truer words had ever been spoken.

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loth-wolffe · 3 years

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About that Fox post: i absolutely love you for writing it, thank you for that

Also, for your consideration:

- Where were you during the zillo beast attack?

- throwing a surprise birthday party for him?

- going shopping together

- I have a scenario that him dating an investigative journalist would be very chaotic, any thoughts?

- what's the friendship with his brothers like?

- why do i fell he would be good with kids? Like your nephew or something

- on that note, does he get the dad genes from Jango?

- post-war AU? in the timeline where Palpatine chokes and dies like he's supposed to

- Getting!! Married!! (eventualy)

many Fox thoughts today, many thoughts

sorry this is so long, I have little self control and a lots of love for fox. i love u so much for asking this and letting me explore what a life with fox would be like.

also I apologize for being a h*rny bitch and not controling myself, so nsfw thots are marked like this so if u wanna skip that's fine.

and uh, first I'm gonna answer the investigative journalist hc and base everything about this in that solely thought because that's a galaxy brain thing to say.

I have a scenario that him dating an investigative journalist would be very chaotic, any thoughts?

AHDJSJ I LOVE THIS. okay okay but I feel like because of this job this is exactly why you guys met, like you needed some info and you asked some shiny but he didn't know a thing and you were like "is there someone I can talk with about this?" and when he's about to reply, Fox enters in action and he's like "need anything?" but sO COCKY.

he hates journalists mostly because some of them treat the clones very badly and never talk about the casualties or that kind of stuff about war, right.

like, it would turn into this-- banter filled with sexual tension that would've ended up in a make out session if 1. fox didn't have that much of self control and two if he weren't wearing his bucket.

it'd be like

"listen man-"

"it's commander for you." a pause, "or sir."

or like

"i need to do other things if you don't mind."

"i can think of a few you could be doing right now." and the way your eyes run through his entire body, even if he's all covered in plastoid but damn you if he isn't the hottest man walking, and he actually shivers, and gulps, because it's not like he wasn't thinking about that either, pushing down your pants and railing you right then and there in that fucking filthy alley. he is well aware how his suddenly codpiece feels too tight, but you only smirk and go, "you know, like giving me the information I need?"

KDJSJ IMAGINE THE POWER. THE POSSIBILITIES.

it'd be so ridiculous, but you also caused this impression on him that when you turned away to go on your business he was dEVASTED, but he didn't want to let u know he actually liked you. He's stubborn, that man.

So by some miracle when you're investigating something, you guys run into each other bc he's on patrol or something and he's GIDDY. but also frozen in place bc he didn't think he would ever see you again, mostly because Coruscant is big and has too many people in it. and you're like

"ah, commander fox, isn't it?" and he quickly resumes to say something that shows how aNNOYED he pretends to be, but he ends up tagging alone because "these parts are not safe"

"oh?"

"you'd need protection."

and the smirk you have is sO ARROGANT because it's not your first rodeo.

"you wouldn't want to have a civvie getting killed or something on your watch now, would you?" and he clears his throat and nods sharply. and you give him this innocent eyes and bat your lashes, "my hero."

and if you think those words didn't do aNYTHING to him, you're mistaken u hear me, he's instantly hARD.

so anyways after that YOU ask him out, and he's like, stuttering and saying yes and all.

now some random thoughts on this magnificent hc.

• if it can't be himself, he would always have the men he trusts the most going on patrols around the zone you're around in case something happens.

• he lOVES when you rant about something new you discovered, and when he asks for mOre info bc he's a, how do you say chismoso?, he loves gossip??? anyways and you're like "nu huh, you gotta wait till tomorrow, foxie"

• he aLWAYS makes sure to read/see your job, either if you work for some newspaper, magazine, etc or if you're on the TV he nEVER misses it.

• if you work for the TV, his brothers are always like "fOX YOUR GIRL IS ON THE HOLONET LIKE RN!!!" and he gives them this bitch face because he kNOWS THANK YOU.

• alright but imagine going on dates with him and being like "did you know there was an investigation last year around this part that–?" ROMANCE AT ITS PEAK.

• if his shift ends before you even think of going home, he definitely joins you on your investigations.

Where were you during the zillo beast attack?

uhh, I think you'd be home, like maybe you turned in early and fox maybe didn't know, so he was almost in tears when he called you after the whole thing happened because he was so worried.

of course, during the attack, he tried to push the thought aside, bc I think all clones have this, uh, switch, that makes them not worry during missions that much? just like, have this thought here and there but nothing serious that would make them paralyzed and have a panic attack right there. but every second he thought of you and hoped you were alright.

unlike you, that were worried sick because you saw the chaos unfold, the troopers arriving in shuttles and the jedi doing whatever they were doing and you just heard destruction. you DID cried a bit and when fox called you, you cried even harder. and he was like "it's alright, I'm alright baby."

that night he hold you SO tight, whispering sweet nothings on your ear and never stopped kissing you once. you barely got any sleep because you were so afraid of waking up only to find out the other died on the attack and it was all a dream.

throwing a surprise birthday party for him?

AAAAAH THIS IS SO CUTE.

now, clones don't exactly have a birthday???? but he did all these nice things for your birthday (he and the boys baked you a cake that was sO UGLY and tasted a bit weird) so you thought you could surprise him too.

it's most likely he gives you the date when he graduated from Kamino or something and for all the years you're with him, you never miss his "birthday" at first you did something quiet, like a dinner at your place, bought him something nice, gave him a bath or something and spoiled the shit out of him.

so for the second year, you threw him a party in his office, made him this cake or whatever and decorated with red and white balloons and invited a few troopers that wanted to help you and he was stoic for a moment, but then you were like "hAPPY BIRTHDAY!" and hugged him so tight and he relaxed under your touch and whispered this small "thank you baby"

everyone congratulated him and he was a bit awkward but when they start telling all these stories of them and fox on the job, he starts to loosen up a bit, so while everyone is eating cake he hugs you from behind and chuckling lowly in your ear as he listens to his brothers.

he dOESNT like pda like I said but he forgets for a moment because he just loves you sO SO SO SO MUCH. it's also easier for him to whisper filthy things into your ear and mumble how good you are for him, that he doesn't deserve you, that he can't wait for everyone to leave cause he wants to have his present (you) nipping your earlobe and making u all hot and bothered and would def fuck you nice and hard on his desk. yup

going shopping together

imagine, jUST IMAGINE, he'd look like your personal bodyguard 😭😭 like, he'd be behind you carrying most of your bags and people would look at you wondering who are you, why are you sO important to have the commander of the Coruscant guard with you???

but like, you don't care and fox doesn't even notice, and he'd be so attentive, faking to be both annoyed and uninterested but he'd see this nice shirt or dress or whatever and grumble something like "you'd look good on this" i just-

and like when you pass by the lingerie store, dUDE, he'd make you model for him, him sitting like he fucking owns the place, getting harder and harder every time he sees you in a new pair of underwear and when you show off this cute little red set. damn.

if you go to the market or something, he'd always love to show you these things like "look at that" or just pull you towards this stall and you'd adORE to show him stuff like, "ohh, fox here try this" or "what you think about this?" and stuff like that.

what's the friendship with his brothers like?

i think it'd be very easy-going and light, they would tease you sometimes, but they really like you, mostly because they see fox isn't as stressed as before and they see how happy he is when around you.

they think he deserve it, to have somewhere where he's free and loved, so yeah.

they sometimes ask him about you and never miss a chance to say hi when you stop by the office.

the boys absolutely ADORE you.

why do i fell he would be good with kids? Like your nephew or something. does he get the dad genes from Jango?

HE WOULD AND HE DOES.

like, I think at first he'd be very hesitant when it comes to children, like he'd be nervous when you introduce him to your niece and when you ask him if he wants to hold her, he says a quick no and just prefers to watch you, heart feeling funny when you make faces at the little baby in your arms.

at some point he dOES hold her, with such care and a gentleness that makes your heart flutter, and he coos softly as she sleeps soundly in his arms, rocking her with a delicacy you thought impossible from such hard man, and when he looks at you his eyes shine with this flash of something you can quite place but makes your heart skip a beat and think of how much you'd love to have this, with him, a little family, a baby that has his curls and maybe your eyes, a mix of your skin color with his and maybe his stubbornness completed by your charisma. a perfect little thing for you two to hold and care and love.

he'd be such a good dad, but then again every clone would be the most fantastic dad bc it's literally in their genes.

if you have a nephew that is, u know, older but still a kiddie, like 5 or 6, the lil boy would be aMAZED by fox, he'd love him so much, like imagine, always asking for the commander, wanting to play with him, asking fox to carry him eVERYWHERE, and at first fox would be like, shy and uncertain and he wouldn't know how to act until he accepts the fact that this little boy really likes him and looks up to him and fox becomes The Cool Uncle™

post-war AU? in the timeline where Palpatine chokes and dies like he's supposed to and Getting!! Married!! (eventualy)

well, in my post-war AU, clones get Rights™ and get paid and have vacations and stuff, sO, maybe you get to have Fox for a little more time and his schedule isn't as bad as it was during the war, so maybe after the war you get home to a nice dinner and fox using this silly apron and sometimes you come home early just so you can cook with him.

maybe you go on holidays to these nice places, going to the beach or the woods and finally settling somewhere quiet, start a family in this nice house or if you don't want kids then it's just the two of you and maybe a few pets.

i think the wedding would be officiated in Coruscant, of course, so his brothers and your fam can go, he'd definitely cry when he see you walking down the isle or when you put the ring on his finger and he'd be so so so happy, dancing with you all night, being so clingy because he's just Over the moon, y'know, kissing your cheeks and neck, whispering how lucky he is and how much he loves you, and how good you look, never leaving your side and always leaning over with pouty lips for you to kiss him.

when he proposed it was during one of your sweet, soft times with him, maybe in the aftertaste of your sexy times, as he holds you close to his chest, fingers running up and down your skin, as he stares at the ceiling and the question comes out as if he were talking about the weather, his heartbeat is slow and steady and it's one of those times he feels confident and sure.

you have talked about a future together, so he knows you'd say yes.

it's more a statement than a question, really.

"marry me." he would say, so quietly, almost a whisper. and when you look up you only find this beautiful emotion filling his eyes.

"what?" you just want to make sure you heard right, he'd smile softly, cup your cheek and as his thumb caresses your skin he'd whisper.

"will you marry me?"

you oBVIOUSLY say yes while ugly sobbing.

#ANYWAYS #i love fox #i love him your honor #I LOVE HIM #commander fox x reader #commander fox #headcanons #ted talks with ari

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alderaani · 3 years

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Family

Summary: Rex wakes up after leaving Saleucami to find Cody at his bedside, and has to grapple with meeting Cut Lawquane and what it means to be a clone. Gen fic, 2.4k of brother feels.

Part of my series 100 clone centric prompts, or readable on AO3 here.

A/N: Look nothing breaks my heart more than when Cut questions Rex about duty and he is SO quick to start talking about protecting his hypothetical children. I’ve been staring at this fic for three days and getting fed up of writing it, u know when you’ve just been staring at words so long they stop being words? So here it is, and i hope you like it!

The medbay lights were low when Rex woke. He knew where he was even before he opened his eyes, lulled by the ever-present rumble of the engines and the sharp smell of antiseptic. And sure enough, the Resolute took gentle shape around him, turning from smear to ship once he’d blinked the sleep away. His eyes always felt dry and sensitive after sedatives, painfully tight around the edges. For a moment he lay perfectly still, letting the galaxy trickle back in, sense by sense.

The bleep of a monitor, the stiff, starched edges of the sheet tucked up round his body. A warm, solid weight wrapped around his hand, the rumbling sound of someone snoring, the unnatural dryness of his mouth and the lingering taste of bacta on his tongue.

He looked down, then smothered a laugh. Cody was crumpled like discarded flimsi in a chair next to his bed, hunched so that his head and upper shoulders were wedged close to Rex’s thigh over the blankets. His nose was scrunched with sleep, the force of his soft snores dislodging the curls on his forehead with each puff of air. He still smelt like blaster residue and dust, and his cheek had left dark smudges on the sheet. There was a discarded datapad next to his head, glowing with soft blue light as it announced the arrival of several new messages. His hand was the heavy weight that Rex could feel, wound tight around his own. Cody had split his knuckles again, the skin around the thin cuts raised and puffy and glistening with freshly applied bacta.

Rex wasn’t sure when he’d gotten here, but it couldn’t have been too long, or someone would have bullied his brother into at least hitting the freshers.

He couldn’t remember making it to the rendezvous, the memories buried somewhere under the jarring bolts of pain from his chest and the way his arm stung like a nest of hornets as the nerves healed. Telling General Kenobi that he’d been on the mend hadn’t been a lie, per se, but even Rex could admit that he’d perhaps been stretching things. It was at least reassuring to know that he’d not fallen off his eopie and collapsed in some unremarkable patch of Saleucami’s farmland.

Rex stared around the familiar bay, struggling with the rush of relief and discomfiture that spread through his body. Nothing was out of place here; he could look around and know exactly what to expect, from the barracks to the bridge. He wanted to let it settle him the way it usually did, to let relief seep into his bones at another mission fought and – well, not won, but survived. This time it wouldn’t quite come.

It wasn’t because he’d been injured. That had happened more times than he had fingers. Maybe it was because The Resolute was the closest thing to a home that he had…and for the first time in his short life, he couldn’t help but find it a little lacking. He’d come back. That much was true, and he was glad of it. But there was some part of him that was still stranded on that farm on Saleucami, rooted there in the sound of children’s laughter and the humming of insects in the fields. He could still feel the pale sun beating down on his face, taste the sharp wind on his tongue, and was surprised to find it bound up in a small ache in his chest.

The blaster bolt would scar. So would this feeling. But neither would ever fully go away.

When Rex had told Cut that he’d never really thought about the names they gave each other, the individuality it bestowed upon each clone, he’d been telling the truth. It had simply never been a priority beyond a fleeting thought. There were always more important things to think about; they all knew that each brother was different, beyond name, station, hair colour or designation. To clones, those distinctions they chose for themselves were sacred. And that had always been enough, until now. The sight of one of their own framed in a farm-house door, children round his feet and a whole world under them…the possibility of it sat irreversibly inside him, a Pandora’s Box he’d never known could be opened.

Maybe he’d never thought about it before – but on some level now he always would.

That terrified him.

“Rex’ika?”

The fingers around his palm flexed, dragging him back to the present.

He glanced down to see Cody’s eyes fixed on his face, puffy but alert, his cheek creased where the sheets had pressed into them. His ori’vod jerked frantically into motion, pushing upright with a groan. Rex didn’t even have time to speak before Cody’s fist was colliding lightly with his shoulder.

“The kriff d’you let yourself get shot for?”

“Good to see you too, vod,” Rex grumbled, rotating his shoulder for show then actively wincing when the motion sent streaks of pain skittering from the crater in his chest.

He knew that Cody had seen it, because instantly his hand pushed him back firmly into the pillows, like if he didn’t hold him still Rex was going to try and escape somewhere.

“I’m alright,” he said after a moment, patting Cody’s hand a couple of times before his brother deemed fit to let go of him.

“Oh yeah? Because five hours ago you said that and then fell flat on your face.”

Rex grimaced. He couldn’t refute the claim because he didn’t know any better, and sadly from the bits of the journey he could recall, collapsing at the end of it was a distinct possibility. There was a familiar pinch between Cody’s eyebrows as he hovered, ready to manhandle Rex again if he felt it necessary. It was an expression that Rex knew intimately, because it only appeared when he’d worried him.

He’d been a scrappy cadet; never allowed anonymity because of his hair, defiance and recklessness had been a kind of defence mechanism. If he was going to be singled out, he could at least control the way it happened. The fourth time he’d been made to run so many laps that he vomited, he’d looked up, panting, to see Cody’s pinched face staring back. The commanding batches were only meant to supervise the punishments of the younger levels, but Cody had reached out a hand anyway and hauled Rex to his feet. He’d been the one to teach him that there were better ways to make himself untouchable.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” Rex said, swiping his tongue over his dry bottom lip. “Tastes like Kix gave me the good stuff.”

Cody rolled his eyes, the corners of his mouth twitching into something fond. “He’s gonna kick your shebs, and I’m gonna let him. You should’ve seen his face when the General said you were on your way. The hells were you thinking, di’kut? We could’ve sent an escort.”

Rex felt his answering grin slide off his face at the thought, uncertainty settling back into his belly like lead. An escort would have had to come to the farm, and in turn would have seen the deserter. Some not insignificant part of him felt almost affronted at what Cut had done, even as he didn’t regret keeping his secret. It ground against what they’d been taught about themselves, against what had been built into their DNA. It didn’t matter whether they liked war the same way it didn’t matter whether they liked the colour of their eyes. It was what it was.

But Rex could comprehend turning his back on that, even if he didn’t understand. What was harder to fathom, with Cody’s hand anchoring his own, palm sweaty with relief that his ori’vod wouldn’t voice, was being alone. The idea of saying ‘family’ and not meaning a face just like his own. The thought of being cut off from the vode, from the invisible threads of brotherhood that transcended them all…it was an alien thing, sharp and unpleasant.

“It was for the best,” he said to Cody, a beat too slowly. “The farmer who put me up…he wasn’t the friendliest sort.”

Cody’s gaze sharpened. “Anti-clone?”

Rex very nearly laughed. “No, just the over-cautious type. He didn’t want the war on his doorstep.”

Cody paused for one very long moment, surveying Rex with eyes that always unearthed everything he wanted to hide. He would have been more worried, had he not been quite confident that Cut Lawquane was unpredictable.

“Then why are there hand-print bruises on your neck, Rex?”

Reflexively, Rex reached for his throat, running his fingers gingerly over the puffy skin. He hadn’t realised that they were there, but immediately the sensation of dangling by his throat came back to him.

“I got throttled by a commando droid, that’s why. Turns out the farmer didn’t get a whole lotta say about some landin’ in his field. We handled it.”

Cody swore, his hand tightening around Rex’s again. “Just couldn’t miss out on the action, could you vod’ika? Gettin’ shot wasn’t enough?”

Rex grinned, shrugging a little. “How else am I gonna give you grey hairs? Me ‘n Wolffe have still got that bet going about which marshal commander it’ll be first, you or Fox. And I’ve gotta make up for the whole Senate somehow.”

“Unbelievable,” Cody growled, shoving Rex’s hand away and running a hand over his head. “Throwing the odds is illegal, Chakaar. What did he wager? Corellian whiskey? Koon always sneaks him the best shit.”

Rex snorted, wrinkling his nose. “Hardly. As if I’d risk my shebs for a drink, Kote, it’s for the glory.”

Cody leaned back in his chair, face still a picture of outrage. Rex knew that in any other scenario he’d have already been in a headlock, and grinned smugly at the fact he was currently untouchable.

“Yeah, well, next time you don’t hafta try so hard,” Cody muttered. “Or you’ll bypass grey hairs and push me straight to heart attack.”

“That still counts as a win.”

Rex knew he fully deserved the punch that Cody landed on his leg, covering his mouth to muffle the laugh that wanted to burst out of him. The rest of the bay was surprisingly quiet, the lighting low and soft. The vast majority of the beds were empty, the few other occupants sound in either natural or induced sleep. Cody probably should have gone to alert the on-duty medic that he’d woken up, but instead the silence lapsed on between them, Cody’s eyes crinkling soft at the corners again in that unguarded way that Rex missed from their youth.

After a moment Cody’s pad chirped from between the disturbed sheets, a gratingly cheerful sound that never heralded anything good. Rex watched his brother sigh and pick up the offending item, scrolling and clicking through notices as the tension crept back into his face. Cody had always been like that – ruthlessly efficient, wickedly shrewd, a ship against which the rest of them could weather all storms. Any clone who’d ever met him knew what class he was destined to go into, and when he’d been promoted, the only person who’d been surprised was Cody himself.

There was a pride in that, Rex reflected; to excel so thoroughly at the purpose for which you’d been made. But there was no choice in it either, and it was an odd thing, to look at Cody for the first time and find it a little jarring that he couldn’t picture him as anything else.

“What? Have I got something on my face?” Cody had looked up from his datapad with one eyebrow raised. Then he sighed again, jabbing at the screen grumpily. “I swear Bly waits until it’s my night cycle to send me forms on purpose.”

Rex watched him type for a few more seconds, then looked down at his hands.

“Have you ever thought about the end of the war?”

There was a long pause, hanging stunned in the air between them. Rex twisted his fingers together then looked up, feeling oddly vulnerable. Cody’s brow was lifted in a rare moment of unguarded surprise, before his eyes narrowed, searching Rex’s face.

“…no, I suppose I haven’t,” he said eventually. “General Kenobi theorises that it’ll hinge on –“

“No, I meant – have you ever thought about what we’ll do after.” Rex said softly.

Cody blinked a few times then leant back in his chair.

“After?” The word curled uncertainly off his tongue, an awkward shape in his mouth. “Don’t you think we’ve gotta win the damn thing first, Rex’ika?”

Rex shrugged, feeling his shoulders creep up round his ears the way they always did when he was nervous. The words almost stuck in his throat, scraping raw as he pushed them out, unformed and fledgeling.

“Yeah, of course. But…all the same. For some of us there will be an after. Commander Tano talks about it sometimes – getting back to all the things she did before.”

That did make Cody smile, a little fleeting thing. “General Kenobi does too. He had to put all his plants in the Temple gardens, says he misses them.”

“Have you ever thought about going with them?”

Cody’s eyebrows jumped again, a rare, blank look on his face that made Rex feel better and worse all at the same time. “Can’t think why the Jedi would need clones around in their Temple. What’s this really about, Rex?”

Rex let out a breath, a long gusting sigh that peeled out of his ribcage, and fixed his eyes back on the ceiling. “Staying with that farmer…eating at his table, sharing his food. Talking to his kids…it just made me wonder, you know? What that might be like.”

Cody snorted, but his eyes were impossibly warm as he scrubbed a knuckle over Rex’s short blond hair. “You? A farmer? Didn’t you kill the plant Kenobi got Skywalker for his lifeday?”

Rex batted him away. “That thing was already dead when he brought it to me. And to be honest, the eopie they lent me stank. But…his kids were cute. Real big eyes, you know?”

The corner of Cody’s mouth had ticked up again as he settled himself back down with his datapad. “Tano and Skywalker not kids enough for you?”

He ducked the fist Rex shoved his way, chuckling, and they settled back into a docile quiet, Cody confused, and Rex unsure how else to put his feelings into words. How it wasn’t just the farmer, or the kids, or the land. Just the new, frightening possibility that one day they might be his to take. Rex felt the drowsiness creep back in on him, cresting and falling in a wave. He didn’t fight it, twisting down into the sheets and letting the soft tapping of Cody’s fingers on glass lull him on. When he reached the precipice of sleep, hovering somewhere above a dream, he felt his brother’s hand squeeze his one more time, then heard him speak.

“I guess I never have thought about it, vod. But you’re right. Maybe it does sound nice.”

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lifeofclonewars · 3 years

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Intro to the Extended Fett Clan (WKatMAM)

I’m doing this so I don’t have to take an unnecessarily long amount of time during Part 4 to explain the whole family to everyone. I get my second Covid shot tomorrow, so hopefully Chapter One will be up soon. Enjoy!

Clan Leaders

Nielsen Fett: Better known as 99 in canon, Nielsen goes by NiNi or ba’buir with his grandkids. He’s a farmer, and hosts the Annual Fett Family Reunion every year. Married to Kamino. Father to Lynx, Courey, Wolffe's mom (no, I'm not revealing her name yet), Alfred (Alph), Charisma, Arla, and Jango. Grandpa to all the kids who will be listed.

Kamino Fett: I say screw the Kaminoans by naming the matriarch of this au after their home planet and making her love her family no matter what happens. She was a baker, passed away from old age two years before this au takes place. Used to have those grandma glasses-on-a-chain. Was blonde. Mother to Lynx, Courey, Wolffe's mom, Alph, Charisma, Arla, and Jango. Her grandkids call her KamKam or ba’buir.

Subclan One (aka some of the Commanders)

Lynx Fett: The oldest of the next generation of Fetts. He's a vet. Has a full goatee. Married to Nala Se. Father to Bly, Gree, Ponds, Keeli, Colt, and Zariza. Grandpa to Colette. More lax on his kids than his wife. Good dad, poor choice in women.

Nala Se: Geneticist (obviously lol). Very strict because "Lynx is too lax on their kids" (he's not). Mother to Bly, Gree, Ponds, Keeli, Colt, and Zariza. Grandma to Colette. Few people in the family actually like her.

Bly Secura-Fett: 27, Kindergarten teacher. Married to Aayla, father to Colette. Oldest of the next generation of Fetts/the cousins. You might recognize his username from the previous parts, Old Man Dad Bly. Ponds was the one to set it to that. Bly doesn't care enough about it negatively to switch it.

Aayla Secura-Fett: 26, Ryl Translator. Married to Bly, mother of Colette. Known for wearing her hair in braids. She's not in the cousin chat but Bly's constantly showing her screenshots of it and she enjoys it.

Colette Secura-Fett: Almost 1, a Blyla baby! So far clings to Bly more than Aayla, but that may change. Gets lots of love and snuggles from the extended fam.

Gree Fett: 25, biologist. Second oldest of the subclan and of the cousins. Still has that haircut but mainly out of spite of his brothers instead of in honor of them this time. Chat Name: Green Man.

Pontius “Ponds” Fett: 23. He’s working to be an architect, but is currently stuck with a job he’s over-qualified for in the meantime. Known in the chat as Lakes because he thinks he’s funny sometimes. Most likely to start something in subclan one, least likely to be blamed for it... most of the time.

Keeli Fett: 21, cosmetologist. He took a different route than his brothers and went to trade school instead of a 4-year university and consequently got a job before Ponds did. Best hair in the family. Debating whether or not Gree’s haircut is a good enough reason to disown him lol. Chat Name: Keeling Over.

Colt Fett: 17, just finished his junior year of high school. Working a minimum wage summer job to help save for college. Met his best friends Havoc and Blitz in kindergarten; they all work at the same place now. Chat Name: Neigh.

Zariza Fett: 15, just finished her freshman year of high school. Only daughter in the subclan, which is both a blessing and a curse with Nala for a mom. Wants to be a photographer, has taken pictures throughout the reunions the past few years for NiNi. Has lots of blackmail on everyone as a result. Chat Name: Zzzzzz.

Subclan Two (aka the Coruscant Guard)

Courey Fett: Second oldest of his generation of Fetts. He’s a bartender (and owner), and the loudest and most rambunctious of his siblings. Full beard. Married to Slyvia Fett. Father to Fox, Thorn, Jek, Rys, and Corsica. His name is vaguely based on me misspelling Coruscant many many times in the past.

Slyvia Fett: You thought Nala Se was an interesting choice in mom? This lady is a super successful but shady businesswoman. Nobody knows the specifics and they’re not sure they want to know. Also kinda strict, but she’s also not home often enough for it to make too much impact. Married to Courey, mother to Fox, Thorn, Jek, Rys, and Corsica. She has dirty blonde hair, which two of her kids inherited when it combined with the rare blond Fett gene. Vaguely based on Sly Moore.

Fox Fett: 19, just finished his freshman year of college. Perpetually tired because of homework, actual work, and the projects he choses to do. Two days older than Wolffe and reminds him often. Actually best friends with Wolffe. They go to the same university. Like Wolffe, loves his siblings but is loath to admit it. Causes more trouble than people think. Chat Name: Think Outside the Fox.

Thorn Fett: 16, just finished his sophomore year of high school. Older of the two dirty-blonds in the sub-clan. Second oldest blond of the cousins after Rex. Suspicious in how he’s so optimistic when he grew up with Fox for a brother haha. Occasionally likes to stir up trouble in the chat, especially since he’s the one who made it. Chat Name: Thorn in Your Side.

Jek Fett: 11, just finished fifth grade. His best friend is Thire. Too young for the chat, not too young to cause trouble. Like all little brothers, switches between ignoring Fox and Thorn and always trying to get their attention. Like all middle children, turns it around and also picks on Rys and Corsica for the same things Fox and Thorn use on him.

Rys Fett: 8, just finished second grade. Current goal in life is to catch Fox sneak-attacking him just once. Tags along with Jek most of the time, sometimes to bug him, sometimes because he thinks he’s cool. Also too young for the chat.

Corsica Fett: 7, just finished first grade. Only daughter of subclan two. The second of the dirty blonde haired kids in this subclan. Hangs out with Unique a lot at family reunions. Has the art of bugging her brothers at the most inconvenient times down. Already learning to blackmail people. Name lightly based on the correct spelling of Coruscant. Also too young for chat.

The Koons (aka our MCs! The Wolfpack)

Plo Koon: My favorite space dad haha. I think you get the gist by now. Get ready for some more puns! Definitely the type of dad to wear a fanny pack. His sunglasses are probably just transition glasses that switch too easily and he just never told anyone lol. Actually, I never mentioned it, but he’s also a social worker.

A[redacted] Koon: Our boys’ mom. Married to Plo, though she died giving birth to Comet. Twin to Alfred. Her name is a surprise for later, so here’s her first initial, at least. Used to wear glasses or contacts, depending on the day.

Wolffe Koon: 19, just finished his freshman year of college. The star of the show lol aka our pov character. Loves his brothers but rarely admits it out loud. Best friend is Fox and is going to use that to his advantage for blackmail this reunion. Cousin Chat Name: Werewolf? There Wolffe! Subclan Chat Name: Howl are you? Wolfpack Chat Name: Grr.

Boost Koon: 15, just finished his freshman year of high school. The only person in the family who likes Gree’s haircut. His maroon hair is starting to grow out now. It may or may not be his turn to get lost this time... Chat Name: T-Mobile. Subclan Chat Name: Ghosty Boi. Wolfpack Chat Name: Booster Seat.

Sinker Koon: 13, just finished seventh grade and it shows. His silver hair is also starting to grow out. Gonna cause some chaos, since he’s close in age to many of the Fett cousins. Chat Name: Banana Sink. Subclan Chat Name: Hook, Line, and— Wolfpack Chat Name: Stinker. (No, it hasn’t been changed back yet.)

Comet Koon: 10, just finished fourth grade. Still obsessed with penguins. Also gonna cause some chaos with some of the cousins. Koon most likely to get hurt during the reunion by climbing on and jumping off things he shouldn’t. Also too young for the chat.

Subclan Three (aka Cody + the 501st)

Alfred “Alpha” Fett: Twin to A, younger by 5 minutes and never talks about it. Married to Sevannah. Father to Cody, Rex, Fives, Echo, Tup. Owns a gym named Triple A. Used to be a personal trainer, which is how he met Sevannah. Technically the middle child of his siblings.

Sevannah Fett: Professional and Olympic archer. Married to Alph, mother to Cody, Rex, Fives, Echo, Tup. Yes, her name comes from seventeen as in “Alpha-17.″ (Maybe not) surprisingly, the more in shape out of her and Alph since she’s still competing lol.

Kote “Cody” Fett: 18, just graduated high school. Planning on attending college for sports management. Twin to Rex (he’s older by 7 minutes). Got his scar while playing football or something, I’m not really sure. Any Ghost member you can think of is probably his friend. Chat Name: *hacker voice* I’m In.

Rex Fett: 18, just graduated high school. Planning on being an athletic trainer. Twin to Cody. Naturally blond — and I mean blond and not dirty blond. Only one of subclan three who is. Any member of Torrent that’s not his brother is his friend. Chat Name: Jurassic Park.

Fives Fett: 13, just finished seventh grade. His full name will be revealed during Part 4. Twin to Echo (older by five minutes, yes). Wants to learn how to be a skydiving instructor solely to try to help Rex get over his fear of heights. Best friends are Domino Squad. Chat Name: Sixes.

Echo Fett: 13, just finished seventh grade. His full name will also be revealed during Part 4. Twin to Fives. Seems more chill than Fives but the reunion always proves that wrong. Best friends are Domino. Occasionally babysits the Havocs. Chat Name: ECHO Echo echo.

Tup Fett: 10, just finished fourth grade. Tup is his full name, yes. Starting to get into archery like his mom. Canon tattoo is a mole here. His hair’s down to his shoulders and super curly. Cody’s often pulling sticks out of it. Too young for the chat.

The Havocs (aka the Bad Batch)

Charisma Havoc (neé Fett): Interior designer. Married to Gunner. Mother to Hunter, Cross, Wrecker, Timmy. Also on the louder end of her and her siblings. The Havocs are pretty background characters, since their kids are much younger than Wolffe and also bc the show’s still establishing things.

Gunner Havoc: Carpenter. Married to Charisma. Father to Hunter, Cross, Wrecker, Timmy. Together Charisma and Gunner could probably start an HGTV show lol. But they don’t want to so they aren’t. Last name comes from the Havoc Marauder (tbb's ship).

Hunter Havoc: 14, just finished eighth grade. Part of his canon tattoo is a birthmark, though not all of it. His hair is also long enough to be put into a small ponytail. Keeli’s got some cousins to teach, doesn’t he lol. Chat Name: Hunter-Gatherer.

Cross Havoc: 12, just finished sixth grade. Grumpy almost-teenager. Wolffe doesn’t run into him often because he tries to avoid his older cousins (well, actually, most of his cousins) the entire reunion every year. Lurks in the chat but his username is Mad (courtesy of Thorn). I shortened his name because it is an actual name and Crosshair is only a clone name.

Walter “Wrecker” Havoc: 9, just finished third grade. The older cousins claim he got his nickname in the “Wrecker Incident” and make it out to be this overly dramatic thing that's classified to those 12 and under. In all reality, it was him accidentally crashing into a few things of his brothers when he was first learning to walk. Gree just thought it was hilarious to blow it out of proportion. Too young for the chat.

Timothy “Timmy” Havoc: 7, just finished first grade. Wears glasses. A bit too young to have Tech as a nickname quite yet, but he definitely would in the future. Also mostly in the background, considering he's 12 years younger than Wolffe. Too young for chat.

The Concords (aka let's add some more girls to this family)

Arla Concord neé Fett: She's the only adult beside her husband that I currently don't have a job listed for, but that's because my brain won't supply one. Second youngest of her siblings. Married to Felix. Mother to Clementine, Ansonia, Unique, Majorca, Tessa, Violet. Screw canon/legends, she's still alive.

Felix Concord: Again, haven't thought of a job for him yet, but he has one. Married to Arla. Father to Clementine, Ansonia, Unique, Majorca, Tessa, Violet. Last name comes from Concord Dawn.

Clementine Concord: 12, just finished sixth grade. Wants to be an astronaut or astrophysicist one day. Spends lots of time wrangling her younger sisters. Chat Name: Orange Gal.

Ansonia Concord: 10, just finished fourth grade. Wants to be an actress, really bring those dramatic Fett genes into play lol. Spends lots of time bugging Clementine and bossing around her younger sisters. Too young for the chat.

Unique Concord: 7, just finished first grade. Wants to be a doctor, spends lots of time hanging out with Ansonia. The two of them could probably do a pretty accurate hospital soap opera without prompting or knowing haha. Hangs with Corsica a lot at reunions, though. Yeah, idk where her name came from either. Dirty-blonde hair. Too young for the chat (duh).

Majorca Concord: 6, just finished kindergarten. Still learning basic writing and loves it so much she wants to be an author. Named after the city in Spain on accident — I totally didn’t realize that was why her name seemed familiar until like 2 months after I named her. Also too young for the chat or to appear much in the story.

Quintessa “Tess/Tessa” Concord: 5, preschooler. The other blonde kiddo. Picks on Gree’s hair without prompting from any cousins or sisters. Likes to play pretend with Majorca when they can. Also likes to draw stars and castles and such often. Obviously too young for the chat, appears slightly more because of her natural roasting abilities.

Violet Concord: 3, maybe a preschooler? Again, doesn’t really appear much. Hangs out a bit with Boba and Tessa when the family gets together. Very very obviously too young for the chat.

Subclan Four (the OG Fetts)

Jango Fett: People usually make him one of the dads or the grandpa, but nah, he gets baby of his generation status. I wanted to keep with the “Arla is his older sister” thing but she’s the second youngest so he’s the youngest. Has been super mysterious about his life from the second he moved out but still shows up to family events. Knows who Boba’s mother is but refuses to tell. Father of Boba (obviously).

Boba Fett: 4, preschooler. Like I said above, hangs with Tessa and Violet during family events. More likely to accidentally reveal details about Jango’s life than Jango. Surprise baby but not for Jango. Jango knew. The family didn’t know until Jango showed up with infant Boba to a family event and went “this is Boba, no questions will be answered.” Also very obviously too young for the chat.

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And that’s the extended Fett clan! Feel free to ask questions, I’ve got plenty of information about (most of) them and their roles in this au.

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eyayah-oya · 3 years

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Carry You With Me Always

Buckle up everyone, because I have three prompts today!

Cloneship Week 2021 - Tattoos - @cloneshipweek

Rex/Echo

Rating: G

Warnings: very vague references to something bad happening to Tup and Dogma in the past

Ao3 link--Ao3 has some world building notes about Tup, Dogma, and Mom Echo if you want to check those out!

Lazy days were Echo’s favorite. They always had been. Especially the days when Rex didn’t have to be a commander masquerading as a captain. (Echo still didn’t understand how hard it was to sign off on a promotion for Rex. Skywalker knew how to sign his own name.) It was the third day of leave on Coruscant, just when the duties required of the commanding officers tapered off to allow them time off just like their men.

Rex entered the officer barracks with two cups of caf and a datapad tucked under his arm. He must have recently taken a water shower, as he looked cleaner than the sonics were able to achieve. For a moment, Echo mourned the opportunity to shower with Rex but they figured there would be plenty of opportunities in the future.

“Morning,” Echo called, their voice deep and raspy from sleep.

He looked up, though Echo noted he didn’t actual startle. Rex only got that jumpy when he hadn’t been sleeping, so he at least got some rest since the 501st arrived on Coruscant. That was good. Echo had been worried when Rex hadn’t shown up the past two nights to the bunk they shared when not on the Resolute.

A warm smile, reserved just for Echo, softened Rex’s face and filled Echo with happiness. “Morning, Echo,” he responded. With ease, he set the two caf cups down on his desk without spilling a drop, the datapad following immediately after. Then, with slumped shoulders and tired eyes, he fell onto the bed beside Echo and nuzzled their shoulder.

“Meetings go badly?” they mused as ran their fingers across the closely cropped blonde hair.

“Eh, not too bad. Just long. General Mundi preached about the value of life again and Gree got into an argument with General Fisto over some obscure plant the 41st found on their last campaign. I think if they’d been in the same room, it would have become a physical fight.”

Echo snorted. “That would definitely be interesting to watch. What did General Unduli do?”

“I’m 90% sure she was either sleeping standing up, or talking to General Kenobi telepathically. Kenobi kept snickering every once in a while, so I wouldn’t put it past them.” Rex shook his head as best as he could from where his face was smooshed against Echo’s shoulder. “Anything big happen with the boys?”

“Denal and Attie got arrested again. I’m pretty sure they’re trying to court the intake officer in the Corrie’s brig. I escorted Dogma and Tup around the city the first day and ended up taking them to Tatta. You know, the vod who gives the best tattoos?”

Rex hummed in acknowledgment. “Can’t say I’ve ever had the pleasure, but I’ve heard he’s one of the best on Coruscant. Did Tup and Dogma end up getting any tattoos?”

“Tup got a little tear below his eye and Dogma got a really cool one over his face. Kix is gonna have a conniption when he sees that; you know how he is with large facial tattoos,” Echo said with amusement. “Dogma struggled a bit at first, but Tup talked him through his anxiety and held his hand.”

“That’s good. I’ll make sure to pair them up on campaigns. Aren’t they twins?”

Echo nodded. While not numerous, there were several sets of twins in the GAR. Commanders Thire and Thorn in the Corrie Guard, Kix and Captain Keeli, Tup and Dogma, Lupis and Canis in the Wolfpack, and of course Echo and their twin Fives. Commanding officers tried to keep twins together as much as possible, though it doesn’t always happen, like with Kix and Keeli.

“You could have warned me they were former Corries,” Echo grumbled. “Technically I was escorting them, but it was mostly them dragging me all over the city. Although, they did take me to this diner with the most amazing nerf burgers. I’ll have to take you sometime. They’re sweet kids, but they also could use a lot more support than the average vod. Something happened to them when they were with the Guard.”

Rex sighed. “I know. Fox briefed me on their situation. I won’t tell you what happened exactly—they should do that themselves—but it was bad. We’ll take care of them, I promise.”

“Good.” Echo nodded once and wrapped their left arm around Rex’s shoulder and pulled him in closer. Rex flung his own arm back over Echo. Immediately they hissed as their right pec flared with a stinging pain.

Immediately, Rex sat up in concern. “Echo? What’s wrong?”

Echo grinned sheepishly. “Well, Tup and Dogma were really nervous to get tattoos since the Guard isn’t allowed to have tattoos. And I might have gotten a tattoo to help them be more comfortable.”

“Really?” Rex grinned. Without hesitation, he gently placed his hand over Echo’s pec, exactly in the same spot he had left a handprint on their first set of armor. He didn’t have to guess what tattoo they had decided to get. Echo arched into the touch, the sting sharp and pointed and somehow exactly perfect. “Can I see it?” Rex asked softly.

“Help me get the shirt off, and yes,” Echo answered. They surged upwards, ignoring the pain from his tattoo, so they could press a heated and soft kiss to Rex’s lips.

With far more reverence than they usually have time for, Rex slid his fingers under the hem of their loose shirt, trailing over the firm muscles and warm skin. Echo shivered deliciously and lightly sucked on his lower lip, rather than help their boyfriend in any way. Inch by inch, more skin was revealed until Rex pulled away to tug the shirt over Echo’s head. They helped, lifting their arms over their head to allow the shirt to slide free.

In the exact same placement as their armor, a handprint had been tattooed completely in a darker blue than they used for their armor. The dark blue color the Rishi eel’s blood had been. The permanent mark on their skin was a bold proclamation of who Echo belonged to. A way to inform everyone who they went home to and who they would always go back for. That day on Rishi was life-changing for both of them for more than one reason. It was the day Echo had lost their batchmates, save for Fives, and the day they had both joined the 501st. It was the day Echo had first met Rex, a young shiny who was in awe of the legendary captain. And it was the day that began Echo’s journey of falling completely in love with the man behind the legend.

Rex traced the edges of the tattoo gently, barely ghosting over the skin. It was still swollen and red from the needle, but that would go away in a couple more days. Echo didn’t mind a little bit of pain if it meant they could wear Rex’s mark in his skin as well as their armor.

“Do you like it?” they asked cheekily, already knowing the answer.

“I love it. They did a really good job. Does it hurt a lot?” Rex asked.

Echo wobbled his head from side to side. “A little, but it’s not bad. Barely noticeable, really.”

“Good.” And with that, Rex pressed his hand against the mark and pushed Echo back onto the bed until he was leaning directly over them. “Because I need to show you exactly how much I like it.”

They eagerly reached up and wrapped their arms around Rex’s neck, pulling him down against them, though they both were careful not to dislodge his hand from its place on Echo’s chest. Echo pressed their forehead against Rex’s, letting them bask in the peaceful moment instead of the hurried seconds they only managed to snatch while out on the front. Eventually, the keldabe shifted to the more traditional type of kissing, their tongues tangling together languidly. They had all day and the rest of the tenday to relax and enjoy. They could take their time, and Echo couldn’t be happier.

“I love you,” they whispered between kisses.

“I love you, my eyayah. My Echo with my mark,” Rex answered before diving back into their mouth and showing them exactly how much he needed and loved them.

Echo shivered with delight, the intimacy of the moment barricading everything else from the Captain’s quarters. For a time, they existed in a bubble, cut off from the galaxy and perfectly at peace together.

Then, the bubble popped.

“Does the Captain really have to know? I mean, it’s not like he’d be surprised.”

“Fives, don’t be an idiot. You know he always needs to know when we brawl with the Wolfpack so he can keep Commander Wolffe from killing us.”

“But if we go in there, Echo will kill us.”

“I’d rather die by Echo’s hand than by Commander Wolffe’s! He’s scary!”

“Oh, lighten up, Jesse! I wouldn’t mind fighting with the Commander!”

“ . . . Hardcase . . . “

“What? It’s true!”

“I’m gonna tell him!”

“Fives, don’t you dare!”

With matching, heavy sighs, Echo and Rex broke apart and turned to the door. Yes, Echo loved lazy days. But those days never lasted long, and they loved their brothers just as much.

“I’ll go deal with Hardcase’s unacknowledged romantic feelings for Commander Wolffe. You need to get some sleep,” Echo said, giving Rex a soft kiss on the cheek as they grabbed their t-shirt. “Think I can make Jesse prefer he’d faced the Commander?”

Rex smirked and flopped down by Echo’s side instead of on top of them. “I know you will. I’ll be here when they’re all suitably punished. Come back and we can finish what we started.” His eyes were dark with hunger and love, sending a shiver through Echo. That was a promise they wouldn’t pass up for anything.

“I’ll be back after I finish wrangling the children. I’ll probably drag Dogma and Tup along so they can laugh at Fives, Jesse, and Hardcase,” Echo said with a grin. They pulled their shirt over their head and climbed over Rex to stand up. “They could use the enrichment.”

Rex only laughed. Lazy days really were the best.

#clone/clone #recho #rex/echo #captain rex #arc trooper echo #clone trooper echo #mentioned tup #mentioned dogma #rex and echo really are concerned parents #mom echo #non-binary echo #cloneshipweek2021 #day 3 | tattoos #cloneshipping

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nordleuchten · 3 years

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Who was Lafayette friends with throughout his life, and were there people he wasn’t so friendly with? Thanks :)

Hello Anon,

La Fayette was the sort of person who made friends easily. He was not a grumpy person, being on good terms with somebody was his default mood so to speak – but there were also more than enough people with whom he was not on the best terms. During the French Revolution they did not call him “the most hated Man in Europe” for no reason. After all that I have read it strikes me as if you either loved or hated La Fayette and that there was little middle ground. The point that I want to make; I had to draw the line somewhere. The list I am going to present you is by no means complete. There are many names that could (and probably should) be added. Without further ado, lets get started.

Starting in America, we have George Washington. I think there is not much more that needs to be said about their relationship. It is commonly known how close they were and how much their relationship meant for both of them. Beside Washington, there was Alexander Hamilton. He and La Fayette first met early on in the War for American Independence. Hamilton was fluent in French and close in age to La Fayette. Their friendship was quickly formed and grew stronger as time progressed. Back home in France, La Fayette wrote Hamilton with a special proposal. Hamilton should send his oldest boy, Phillip, over to Paris, there to be educated under La Fayette’s guidance, while La Fayette would send his boy, Georges Washington, over to America, there to receive an education with Hamilton as a guardian. This plan never came to fruition, but when Georges Washington had to flee France for America during the French Revolution, Hamilton and his family took him in and tried to help him as good as they could. La Fayette never forgot that. After Hamilton’s untimely death in 1804 he wrote to George Washington Parke Custis that:

“Hamilton was to me, my dear Sir, more than friend, he was a brother. We were both very young, when associated with our common father; our friendship, formed in days of peril and glory, suffered no diminution from time: with Tilghman and with Laurens, I was upon terms the most affectionate; but with Hamilton, my relations were brotherly.”

This quote not only gives insight in La Layette’s with Hamilton but also perfectly sums up his relationship with John Laurens and Tench Tilghmam: most affectionate.

On to some people who are sometimes forgotten - James McHenry and James Monroe. James McHenry first met La Fayette when they both were members in George Washington staff. McHenry later transferred to La Fayette’s staff (March of 1781) and was one of his most trusted aide-de-camps. He often was chosen as La Fayette’s “liaison-officer”. I have three excerpts from letters by La Fayette, detailing his relationship to McHenry. The first one was written by La Fayette to McHenry on February 15, 1781, a few months before McHenry joined his staff:

My tender friendship and affectionate Regard for You, will Not lengthen this letter with Assurances from My Heart While the Heart itself must Be known to You. I intend to write You Again in a few days and with Every Sentiment of Attachement and Esteem Have the Honor to be Yours Lafayette

The second letter was addressed to General Greene on August 12, 1781, concerning a potential transfer McHenry’s in Greene’s staff.

McHenry is So well Acquainted with My Sentiments for Him that He knows My attachement is independant of whatever Steps He Might take on the occasion. He knows I am not of a temper that finds faults with the Measures of My friends, and that I will ever feel an obligation to the Man who obliges General Greene.

The last letter was written to McHenry on December 26, 1783. McHenry at this point had already retired from the army.

As an ardent lover of America I am glad to Hear of the influence You are said to Have in Congress. As Your most affectionate friend I shall Be glad whenever You Have an opportunity to display Your abilities. If Congress do not send me Any Commands, I shall Most Certainly embark in the spring. If they Have Commands for me, I would Be thrice Happy to Receive You along with them, and to Make with you french and European travels. You ought to Make them charge you with some political commission to Courts in Europe, and I would like going as a volonteer with you. [Manuscript torn; part a line missing] Your family and our friends. Most affectionately I am for [manuscript torn; several words missing]. Lafayette

I showed you this many letters for several reason. First, McHenry deserves more attention if you ask me. Second, they show not only their emotional relationship but also their professional relationship and illustrate how convinced La Fayette was by McHenry’s merits - and lastly, I like them all and could not decide. :-) Years later, during La Fayette’s imprisonment, McHenry was among the people who tried to help him gain his freedom.

On to James Monroe. Monroe was, just like Hamilton, close in age to La Fayette (actually, La Fayette was older then Monroe by several months) and spoke French. They both moved in the same social circle during the Revolution and had some common friends. It was also Monroe, who, with the backing of Congress, invited La Fayette to visit America once more in 1824/1825. La Fayette received the rights to some land during this visited and later gifted some of this land to Monroe so that Monroe could start paying off his mounting debts. Here is what La Fayette wrote to Monroe on December 19, 1784:

My dear Sir I Have Received your letter to mr jefferson, and shall very Carefully deliver it. Our old friend Gibbs will give you a Bundle of papers for McHenry which I Beg you will keep for Him untill He Comes to Trenton. To morrow morning, My dear Sir, I set out for Europe, and Before I go, it is pleasing for me once more to assure you of the value I Have By Your friendship, and of the affection and regard I Have the Honor to Be With My dear Sir Yours Lafayette

I may or may not have chosen this letter because McHenry also makes an appearance - but Thomas Jefferson is also mentioned, so the selection is valid, because Thomas Jefferson is the next one on our list. Jefferson’s and La Fayette’s friendship blossomed especially during Jefferson stay in Paris as ambassador to the French. La Fayette even consulted with Jefferson when writing the Déclaration des droits de l'homme et du citoyen de 1789. Later, when they met again during La Fayette’s last visit to the United States in 1824/25, they embraced each other and cried tear of joy over the fact of being able to see each other again.

With that, I would like to leave America behind and move on to England. More people could be added though. We see in La Fayette’s letter to General Greene for example, how close these two were. La Fayette had a very friendly relationship with most generals, officers and aide-de-camps in the army.

In England, we see something very interesting. Many of his friends there were actually former opponents of his during the War of Independence - when the House of Commons discussed whether the British Government should try to take actions or not, some of La Fayette’s most vocal allies were veterans of the War of Independence. Another noteworthy friend of his was the Whig politician Charles James Fox. Who really stands out among La Fayette’s English friends tough, is a young women. Her name was Francis “Fanny” Wright. I have planed to write on her separately at some near point in the future and because this post is already way too long we keep things brief. Fanny was a feminist, abolitionist and social reformer. I wager that some of her ideas and proposals would even today be considered somewhat controversial. But she and La Fayette grew quite close and she even accompanied him on his tour in America in 1824/25 (although not officially). Their friendship illustrates two things about La Fayette. He had many female friends – not just female friends, but strong and intelligent and outspoken female friends – and he was not at all faced by that. He also had friends that were considered “bad company” – and again, he was not really put off by that. With that being said, let us continue to France.

France was his native country and he had many friends there; starting with his family and his in-laws. With only a few exceptions La Fayette had close and loving relationships with his family members. There is this one lovely quote from a letter he wrote his wife Adrienne on October 29, 1777 that I simply had to quote:

“(...) for my daughter will be always, I trust, my most intimate friend; I will only be a father in affection, and parental love shall unite in my heart with friendship.”

You have to keep in mind that La Fayette was a nobleman from the 18th century. Such affection for your children, especially daughters, was common not as one would like to think. But of course he had also friends outside his family.

First in my mind there is the La Tour-Maubourg family. Three brothers with all three of whom La Fayette was close. Marie-Victor-Nicolas de Faÿ, marquis de La Tour-Maubourg was a General during the Napoleonic Wars and saw a lot of action. For a short time he was imprisoned with La Fayette but then quickly released. I would say that La Fayette was probably the least close with him. Next up is Juste-Charles de Faÿ de la Tour-Maubourg who was also captured by the Austrians but just as quickly released as his brother. He later married La Fayette’s oldest daughter Anastasie. The current King of Belgium is their descendant. The last brother was Charles César de Fay de La Tour-Maubourg and again, as if to continue a family tradition – he was captured together with La Fayette but unlike his two brothers, he was only released in 1787. I would say that La Fayette was the closest with him. After the death of his wife Adrienne, La Fayette wrote him a very, very long letter, basically laying all his grief and pain and anguish bare. Another dear friend was Bureau de Pussy, again one of La Fayette’s fellow prisoners (being in prison or fighting in a war together appear to be La Fayette’s go-to bounding-activities).

Soooo ... after we have scraped the surface of the category “friends” we can move on to the category “not-so-friendly”. Great parts of La Fayette’s live were spend on the public stage ... and as you all can very well imagine, he was bound to make some enemies there. Beside the people with whom he had a personal misunderstanding, there were the ones he enraged with his political opinions. He was a well known supporter of the American Revolution and therefor not too dear to many people on England and to American Loyalists. Things became really interesting though, when the French Revolution gained speed. La Fayette was a centrist, he was searching for a middle path. That actually worked quite well for some time but as soon as more radical factions began to gain influence a middle ground became harder and harder to pursue. He Royalists called him a traitor to the monarchy and a revolutionary while the Revolutionaries called him a traitor to the Republic and a Royalist – he really could not win. While he was not well liked among the leading Revolutionaries (Robespierre, Saint-Just, you name them), few disliked him as much as Doctor Jean-Paul Marat did. I am currently reading Marat’s L’amie de peuple and there a literally complete issues of the paper dedicated solely to La Fayette and all his alleged wrongdoings.

Things were not necessarily better on the side of the Royalists. When La Fayette entered the palace of Versailles after the event that came to be known as the Women's March on Versailles, he had to pass through a crowed of courtiers in order to reach the King and confer with him. Suddenly, a voice rose from the anonymity of the crowed – “Here comes Cromwell”, a courtier shouted. That is how many people at the court saw La Fayette at this time – as a French Cromwell. The Queen Marie Antoinette was on a later occasion reassured that she did not have to worry, La Fayette would protect her and the King. To that the Queen replied: “Lafayette is here to defend us, but who is to defend us against Lafayette.”

La Fayette’s troubled relationship with the Monarchs of France continued after the Revolution. He and Napoléon hat their ups and downs in their relationship – but mostly downs as time progressed. His relationship with Louis XVIII and especially with Charles X also was strained to put it mildly.

As I have said repeatedly, this is just a brief overview of La Fayette’s different relationships. I nevertheless hope that I could help you out with your question.

I hope you have/had a wonderful day!

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