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If Fives or Dhole had a SpaceTikTok account what do you think they would post

omg i love this

fives would 100% post like meme tiktoks and prank tiktoks, a lot of them end with perfectly cut screams - usually anakin's

dhole posts about funny things with the corries and animals. he loves animals.

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[fionajames]

Hello there! Since you have so many clones taking up music, how about a clone band? Maybe it's something they do at parties or on Life Day? Just a thought...

General Kenobi! I loved this idea so i wrote a lil something for you <3 hope you enjoy!!!!!!!!!!!11

also guys srsly u may have noticed ive been pretty absent BECAUSE NO ONES REQUESTING

SO REQUEST

PLEASE

It started off as just jamming sessions, at first. Dhole had been plucking at his acoustic guitar’s strings half-heartedly, letting it ring out. His left hand’s fingers danced over the frets of the guitars, pressing down on the notes of the G Major scale. 

It was something he’d been taught somewhere - to improvise a song, a melody, a tune, out of a scale’s notes. It was therapeutic and melodic, laced with beauty. He closed his eyes as the pattern of the note flowed through his fingertips, straight up his arm and into his heart. 

Fives had walked on his vod playing so peacefully, and had spied the book in front of him that had the scale displayed. He shuffled silently to grasp his electric guitar, and began playing the chords that matched. 

Dhole opened one eye at the sound of his musical companion, and smiled when he noticed the tranquil state Fives had also slipped into. He closed his eyes again as their notes and chords harmonised instinctively, a tune flowing through the air.

Cody - who’d been hovering in the house - reappeared in the room, holding his violin with a grin. He’d retrieved his instrument after hearing Fives and Dhole’s joint melody. He placed his violin on his shoulder, under his chin, and held his bow over the strings. He thought for a moment, before beginning to play along.

The other two Clones were only momentarily confused, before they slipped into a trio. The music was beyond just practice now, a tune so melodic and beautiful that it sounded composed and well-practised.

Rex wandered into the room with a smile, settling on the couch to watch his brothers play. He wished he could play with them, but he’d never learnt an instrument. Maybe one day he would, but not today. However, he did comm Fox silently, who arrived back at the house minutes later.  

He sat down by his piano, stretching his fingers before settling them down. He copied what Dhole was doing, playing the notes from the scale. His own eyes closed.

The four were a group from that moment forth, and soon they became a well-known four on Nay Mets. No one apart from Rex understood that they never practised together before sitting on stage, that was the real magic of it. 

They’d agree on a scale, a tune, perhaps, to play, but none of them actually agreed what to play. They would practise together, but not with the perhaps of practice. They’d mess around to see if they could find scales that matched together and perhaps write them down to play later, or if Fox should play chords instead of notes or something.

And so they were a band, a quartet of strange music. 

But the music they made was magic.

And magic is beautiful.

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[fionajames]

Hey, Jamie! Requesting time again because…. It’s fun for both of us.

Anyways May i please have prompt #18 (i think it’s 18?) “watch me” with Wolffe and Dhole being typical siblings and stuff? Please? And your pick of adding angst or gore or fluff or whatever.

Thank you so much, sincerely, Sha 🫡

HELL YEAH I DID THIS SUPER FAST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HERE YOU GO, ITS FLUFF

AND INTRODUCING.. THE NEWEST MEMBER OF THE GUARD!!!!!!!!!

TYSM SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST SHA!!!!! I HOPE YOU GET SOME SLEEP!!!!

Dhole giggled as he bounded through the streets of Spiriole, excitedly calling out Wollfe’s name. The Commander turned to him from where he was standing by the doors to the hall that the town had insisted the army stay in. “Wolffe! Wolffe!” He cried out again and the Commander sighed, dismissing the trooper he was talking with.

“Yes, Dhole?” Wolffe asked, rolling his eyes but with a fond smile. The ARC Trooper tugged off his helmet to reveal his huge grin and messy hair. 

“I have something to show you!” Dhole told him excitedly, beckoning him to join him. Wolffe rolled his eyes and put his helmet on in an attempt to hide his smile from the younger. 

Dhole led him through the winding street roads and to the outskirts where the poorer people were located. On the way, Wolffe noticed how many of them exchanged greetings, smiles and waves with Dhole, as if they were all great friends.

“Here,” Dhole told him, stopping in his tracks in front of a dark alley. Wolffe raised an eyebrow that Dhole couldn’t see. “Promise not to freak?” He reached out his pinky finger.

“Promise,” Wolffe told him playfully, interlocking their pinkies. Dhole grasped his wrist and dragged him into the alley, rounding a corner before letting out a shrill whistle. A trash can in front of them toppled over and something rolled out of it - Wolffe reached for his blaster instinctively but froze when Dhole bent down. The younger scooped up the tiny creature and turned to Wolffe, who gaped at him.

Curled up in Dhole’s arms was a puppy Charhound, its dark eyes round with adorableness. Dhole ran his fingers through the short black fur and rubbed the puppy’s ears, giving Wolffe the same eyes the puppy was giving him.

“Can I keep him?” The Clone pleaded as the puppy whimpered, curling up into Dhole’s chest closer and giving Wolffe a glimpse at the gleaming and glowing orange stripes on its belly.

“Absolutely not,” Wolffe deadpanned, refusing to meet Dhole’s wide, pleading eyes. The younger gasped and held the puppy closer to him, giving Wolffe his best huge, adorable eyes. 

“Please, Ori’vod,” he begged as he cradled the puppy. “We can’t just leave Ashling here!”

“You named the blasted thing!?” Wolffe growled, rolling his eyes as he tried to pretend his younger brother was Comet or Sinker instead - who were a lot easier to say no to. Dhole had these huge, sad eyes that no one could say no to.

“Hey!” Dhole cried out, turning his side to the older to hide the puppy. “Don’t call him that! His name is Ashling!” 

Wolffe rolled his eyes. “It’s really not up to me anyways, how do you suppose you’d sneak it on board and then into the Guard’s barracks, huh?” 

“First up,” Dhole began, shooting him a deadly glare that made Wolffe feel instantly guilty. “He’s a he not an it. Secondly, I could train him like a Mastiff!” 

Wolffe rolled his eyes again, picturing the exhausted look on Fox’s face. “I don’t think Rex or Cody would let you bring him on board.” 

“Anakin would.” 

“Yeah, well how about the Admiral?” 

“I will get him on board,” Dhole snarled, lip curled as he held Ashling close to his chest protectively. “Watch me.”

Wolffe sighed as he looked closer at the Charhound. He was unusually skinny - even for his breed - and his eyes looked droopy with exhaustion. One of Ashling’s ears was floppier than the other, and his tail fur was uneven and scraggly. “Fine.” 

“Really?!” 

“Don’t ask again, I might change my mind.”

“Heck yeah!” Dhole cheered, holding Ashling up so their noses were touching. “Here that Ashling? I’m going to take you home! You can live with me!” He giggled as the puppy licked his face happily, squealing at the feeling. 

Wolffe smiled and chuckled as he left the alley, his puppy of a brother and the puppy he’d adopted following behind him.

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[fionajames]

30 followers celebration!!!!!

A week or two or maybe 3 ago, we hit (well, I hit) 30 followers! I held a few polls and then posted some art of all my clone ocs.

Check them out!

In order of who came where on the poll (except for Dhole, cause he wasnt on it)

Dice

Menace

Vector

Xi

Bloodshot

Meerrt

Mit

Vick

Dhole

taglist: @techs-goggles9902, @skellymom, @transmascanakin, @multi-purpose-paperclip

im so sorry for tagging u guys over and over. if you want me to stop, tell me.

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[fionajames]

just finished writing a sam golbach x reader one shot for his birthday tommorow but i also wanna write something else so snc fans please send me requests! (and tcw and wc fans if possible. guys, im dying of boredom. so far, ive actually had a healthy weekend as in ive barely been writing anything)

heads up: second chap of ghost hunters club should be out soon (next few days) if you havent read chapter one, check it out here! (please do, im beggin you)

EDIT: ITS OUT NOW BTW GUYS CLICK HERE

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[fionajames]

Hey, Jamie. Sorry if I’m bombarding you with requests. I’m going through a really hard time right now and it sucks and might sound weird but your writing actually makes it a lot better and I’ve been re reading a lot of your recent works to feel better.

Anyway I’m not here to talk about myself sorry. Requesting time once again: can i please have prompt #13 “I thought you were dead” with your choice of characters and maybe a little horror and/or gore?

Thanks, sincerely, your number one fan, Sha 🫡

If I’m asking too much or too many times, tell me and I’ll chill

SHA IF YOU STOP REQUESTING IM DELETING MY ACC

DONT STOP I LOVE YOUR REQUESTS, PLS MOREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE I LOVE WRITING FOR THEM

I totally understand that and its not weird. I hope you feel better soon and im very very very grateful that my writing helps you.

alright you gave me the option of whom ever oc i choose so here is Satsuki Noriko an oc of mine. I introduced her in this: https://www.tumblr.com/fionajames/731230304426131456/ocs-pt-2?source=share&ref=fionajames post and if your interesting I did a smoll drabble about her first meeting with rex: https://www.tumblr.com/fionajames/731242121789636608/satsuki-meets-rex?source=share&ref=fionajames.

anyways, people REQUEST MORE IM BLESSED EVERY TIME I SEE A NOTIFICATION ON THE INBOX SECTION WHEN I ENTRE TUMBLR.

ENJOY!!!!!

Satsuki grunted as she spat on the ground of her cell, attempting to get the metallic taste of her own blood out of her mouth. She shivered as she shuffled backwards on her knees towards the wall, rubbing her wrists in pain. The cuffs bounding her wrists were so tight the skin underneath them was red and raw, but her captives didn’t care about that.

Satsuki breathed in deeply, savouring the feeling of the cold air on her tongue to try and block out the ache of her throat when it throbbed from the brittle wind scratching at it. It had been so long since she’d been in this cell, and the only way she was able to keep track of the days was by the light coming in through the tiny window at the top of the wall.

The guards outside her cell and the others paced back and forth, face hidden by their helmets. Satsuki coughed as she shuffled to the metal bed she slept on, using her tied up hands to haul herself to her feet. The bed was beyond uncomfortable - it was probably more comfortable to sleep on the floor - but Satsuki relished the thin sheet she’d been provided as a blanket. It hurt too much to lie on her back so she lay on her side instead, waiting for the call from the guards. 

“Lights out!” One of the Mandalorians called - as though there were lights to turn off - as he marched away from the cell corridor in his shiny black armour. Satsuki hated that sleek, black armour more than anything. 

‘Lights out’ meant to sleep on your bed - not on the floor - facing the wall so the guards could see your bound hands. Satsuki listened to the quiet rustling of clothes as the other prisoners copied her, clambering onto their metal slabs for the night. 

A few moments later, the Mandoralian guards of the night shift entered and Satsuki watched the faint shadows of the bars from her window fade, her signal that it was nighttime. 

Sleep never came easy to any of the prisoners, but at least they were allowed it. Satsuki knew that every single one of the prisoners - including herself - feared the day where sleep was not permitted, and so they forced themselves to sleep. Satsuki squeezed her dull black eyes shut - dull from the days of hiding in the dark - and waited for uneasy and silent sleep to take her. 

                                -

“Lights on!” A voice shouted and Satsuki shook herself awake, blinking away the tears in her eyes away as she scrambled from her bed to her cell bars, collapsing on her knees. 

The sleekly armoured Mandolorian returned - or at least it looked like the same one, it was hard to tell when they all bore matching armour - clutching a metal tray. He shoved it through the gap in the bars near the floor and Satsuki managed a ‘thank you’ as she bent down. 

No-hands eating was rather hard - she’d discovered - as she took the rations bar in her mouth and tilted her head back, letting it fall into her mouth and chewing hurriedly. The Mandolorian reached through the bars and clicked with his mouth. Satsuki stood up quickly as the guard pressed a cup of water to her lips and gently tipped it back.

He - Satsuki could tell it was a boy - refilled the cup and let her drink from it again, as she savoured the taste of the fresh cold water. After she’d finished the second cup, Satsuki watched as the Mandolorian filled the third cup to the brim, letting her drink from it again. But when she was done, she noticed something at the bottom of the cup. The Mandolorian tilted the cup back so the contents fell on the floor and without a moments hesitation, Satsuki placed her foot over the object. 

“Hey, what do you think you're doing!” The Mandolorian shouted but Satsuki could see from his body language that he was faking - acting - for whatever reason she did not know. “Get back to your wall!” Satsuki nodded and did as she was told, dragging her foot along the ground to bring the objects with her. The Mandolorian took the tray and left - but she knew he would return shortly to stand guard. Satsuki bent down and lifted her foot, using her hands to awkwardly pick up the two objects, placing them in front of her so her body hid it from everyone but her.

Satsuki managed to somehow stifle a gasp open seeing the reveal of the two objects - eyes widening as her mouth fell open in a gape. Footsteps behind her signalled the guard had returned to his post, but she didn’t turn around. 

In front of her was a small black remote with two singular buttons alongside a piece of crispy, old flimsi that read six simple words. Six simple words that changed Satsuki’s life. ‘I’m getting you out of here’ was scribbled on the paper in messy, Galactic Aurebesh. 

Hesitantly, Satsuki looked back at the remote and at the shining green and red buttons. Glancing behind her once - seeing only her guard - Satsuki bent down and pressed the green button with her nose roughly. She gasped when the pressure on her wrists ceased, and the cuffs clattered to the ground behind her. Satsuki hurriedly shuffled around to hide all three objects as she massaged her bruised and abused wrists, licking the cuts with a grimace. They’d need treating. If we can get out of her, she reminded herself, glancing at the Mandolorian who was watching her carefully. 

She moved a ‘thank you’ and he gave her the smallest of nods. 

Then, all of a sudden, the Mandolorian whipped his pistol out of his holster and shot two nearby guards, their bodies falling to the ground slightly within Satsuki’s view. She gaped and then stood up, rushing to the bars as the Mandolorian ducked away from blasts, shooting at the remaining guards who collapsed lifelessly. 

They were not expecting a fight, Satsuki inwardly mused with wide eyes. The Mandolorian turned to her and typed a code into the keypad. The red-haired girl watched - frozen - as the gate slid open, the bars no longer in front of her. 

“C’mon,” the Mandolorian commanded but Satsuki didn’t hear as she stared open-mouthed at the empty space where the bars had been. The Mandolorian snorted and shrugged off his helmet, revealing a boy around Satsuki’s age with fluffy black hair that covered his face, dark swirling eyes and natural-tan skin. He rolled his eyes at her. “Come on, Noriko, let’s go!”

Satsuki could barely comprehend the open-doorway in front of her as she accepted the pistol he shoved into her chest and scrambled after him, glancing back at the remaining prisoners. “Can’t we free them?” She asked in a hushed voice as they reached the exit. 

The Mandolorian rolled his eyes again and slammed a button on the keypad, watching all the doors open. “Happy?” He snarked with a sarcastic grin, grabbing her wrist and dragging her through the doorway and up the stairs. 

“Who are you?” Satsuki shouted at him as he ran his free hand through his hair, tossing the fluffy wisps around as he let go of Satsuki’s wrist and grasped his other pistol. 

“I’m Aramis Yvain,” he replied as she tripped over a step clumsily. Aramis ducked to pull her back up to her feet, continuing to hurry up the stairwell. “I’m getting you home.”

“Why?” Satsuki huffed as Aramis opened the next door. She rolled through the open doorway and fell into a sort-of crouch, placing her pistol-gripping-hand in her open palm to steady it as she shot down two Mandolorians. The remaining three spun around and Aramis quickly fired three blasts, two hitting their targets and the final missing. Satsuki rotated sharply and shot the final. 

“Impressive,” he muttered, ignoring her question. Satsuki grinned proudly before her stomach twisted at the reminder of Rex - who taught her how to fight like that. “I don’t think you deserve to be here.”

“Thank you,” Satsuki told Aramis as she watched him open the door ahead, showing no relief when it was empty. “For saving me, and believing me.”

“Well,” Aramis smirked as he opened the next door, abruptly tackling the Mandolorian ahead. Satsuki shot the other three whilst her companion grabbed his opponent in a choke hold and brought back his arm sharply, killing the man. “No one else was going to.”

Satsuki nodded sadly, knowing the truth that everyone else thought she had died. It shook her to the bone as she thought about her friends and family. Hopefully they’d been upset about her ‘death’, as she’d be devastated if they didn’t care.

“How do you plan on getting us out of here?” The red-haired girl asked as they continued through the base, shooting and killing everyone they saw. 

“Well,” Aramis began, kicking a guy in the face before shooting him in the chest. “Assuming that comm you had on you can contact a friend, we’re going to get it back from the belongings room.”

Satsuki grinned wildly, knowing that the comm he was talking about was connected to Rex’s channel, meaning she’d be able to contact the Captain and 501st with it. “Of course, my new friend.”

Aramis rolled his eyes at the mention of being her ‘new friend’ and shot her opponent. Satsuki jumped over his crouched figure and shot the Mandolorian behind him. 

Then the door in front of her opened quickly, and a group of Mandalorians entered the room. They fired quickly and Aramis dropped to the ground, watching as Satsuki did the same but… differently. “Noriko!” He screamed as he scrambled to her figure, dragging her collapsed body behind a cargo crate as he killed the Mandolorians quickly. Aramis sucked in a breath as he studied the harsh black wound on her shoulder, meeting her raven-eyes with a horrified expression. “That doesn’t look good.”

“Doesn’ feel good ei’er,” Satsuki muttered, her face paling as it scrunched up with pain. She whimpered. “Aramis I don’ wanna die.”

“Hush, Noriko,” he told her, cradling her body as he pulled a canteen of water off of his belt, pouring it onto a cloth and dabbing it on her wound. Satsuki cried out but he persisted. “You’re going to be okay.” He told her sternly, as though it were an order. 

Aramis pulled Satsuki up and draped her arms over his shoulders and her legs around his waist, carrying her like a baby as he continued to the belongings room. “We’re almost there,” he assured her, shooting down another few Mandolorians before they had time to even register the arrival of the pair. 

“‘Hat’s good,” Satsuki murmured, eyes closing as she tried to push against the pain. Aramis smiled grimly at her attempt to stay awake as he entered the next room.

“We’re here,” he told her, placing her down on a cargo crate gently as he hurried around the room. “Noriko, Noriko, Noriko” Aramis muttered as he glanced at each box, searching for the one labelled as Satsuki’s. “Aha!” He cried out as he yanked a wooden box down from a high shelf, breaking it open on the floor and rummaging through the objects.

A comm fell into Aramis’ palm and he tossed it to the injured girl as he gathered the rest of her stuff. “Comm your friends, quickly!”

Satsuki muttered something under her breath before pressing the button. “Rex this is Satsuki, Captain Rex come in,” she called into the device as Aramis left her side. He began muttering his own name under his breath and then gasped from out of sight. 

“Aha!” Amaris exclaimed as he tugged a box down and began changing out-of-sight from Satsuki. The girl continued attempting to comm her friend and frowned when she received no response. “Ya like?” Amaris asked as he stepped into view. He’d ditched the sleek black amour and was wearing black jeans, a grey t-shirt and a black leather jacket. He had three silver rings on each hand and a dark brown belt with a holster on his right side. 

“Lookin’ badass,” Satsuki mused as she yawned, rubbing her eyes. “Captain Rex, do you copy?” Amaris’ grin dropped at the silent response before a beep from the comm made both of their faces light up.

“I copy,” a familiar voice replied - monotone and emotionless. Satsuki frowned. “Who is this?” Amaris raised an eyebrow at the girl who offered a short shrug.

“Rex?” Satsuki repeated. “It’s me, Satsuki.”

The line went silent for a second, before the Clone replied. “Satsuki?!” He exclaimed, sounding alive rather than dead like he had moments ago. “Where are you?” Amaris silently showed her the coordinates from his wristband and she repeated them to Rex. “Alright, the General’s permitted us to come get you, as long as he comes with.”

“Good ol’ Skywalker,” Satsuki chuckled, before coughing loudly as the first drop of blood fell from her wound, landing on her tattered clothes. Amaris cursed as his brow furrowed. He used the cloth he’d cleaned her wound with to bandage it. “How long will you be?”

“Your in luck,” Rex replied. “We’ll be there within the hour.”

“Good,” Amaris muttered, so quietly the Clone didn’t hear him. Satsuki smiled at her new friend as he passed her a ring he wasn’t wearing. It was a silver ring of a tooka and she grinned as he slipped it onto her pointer finger. “For good luck.”

Satsuki nodded and reached out her pinky finger as the line went dead. Amaris copied and intertwined their fingers. “Good luck for us,” the red-haired girl grinned maniacally. Amaris nodded as he sat down beside her. She rested her head on his shoulder as sleep grew more and more tempting, eventually letting it take her.

                                -

Amaris’ hand shot to his pistol as the door opened and he raised it, prepared to shoot. “Don’t shoot!” A voice called as a Clone with white and blue armour appeared around the corner. “I’m Rex!” The teenager dropped his hand with a sigh of relief as the rest of the Clones filed in. The Captain yanked off his helmet as he rushed to the sleeping Satsuki, cursing colourfully at the sight of her wound. “Kix!”

A Clone with a red medic symbol on his shoulder pad rushed in, placing a pack beside the trio as he began to tend to Satsuki’s wound. She shifted in her sleep and her arms opened at the feeling of someone touching her wound. “Aramis?”

“Right here,” he responded as he ignored the sharp, suspicious look the blonde Clone shot at him. “Your friends are here.” Aramis fiddled with the silver ring on his left middle finger - a shimmering skull ring - as the gazes of the room's occupants turned to him. 

“Rex?” Satsuki sat up abruptly but Kix pushed her back down. Rex nodded and moved to pat her uninjured shoulder fondly. 

“Right here, Vod’ika” the Captain soothed gently and Satsuki relaxed back into Aramis’ shoulder - who had stiffened at the Mando’a. “I thought you were dead, sorry, we thought you were dead.” Aramis couldn’t help but soften at the gentle and loving tone of the Clone. 

“You should’ve known better,” Satsuki choked out with a grin and Amaris chuckled. “I don’t die.” Rex chuckled too, reaching up and ruffling the teenager’s hair fondly.

“I should’ve known. I’ll remember from now on.”

THAT WAS MY LONGEST ONE YET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

@techs-goggles9902 i hope you enjoyed that and request every. second. of. the. day.

REQUEST PEOPLE

IM SRS RN.

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[fionajames]

What if what if what IF

Dhole & Fives met and became besties.

What kind of stuff would these guys get up to 🤭

A/N: Hello! Sorry this is short, hope you enjoy! Send requests please!!!

Dhole and Fives get along super well.

Ahsoka introduced them to each other. After Dhole almost killed Tarkin for her, she brought him to the 501st barracks where he got to meet everyone. 

Both Dhole and Fives have this sort of crazy sunshine energy, and its hilarious to see them interacting.

Whilst Dhole isn’t much of a prankster (unlike Menace, who is even worse with Fives around), he is a funny lil guy. Him and Fives are so chaotic.

Both Fives and Dhole’s love languages are touch and physical affection, meaning after a long day, it’s very normal to find the two sleeping against each other in a gunship, the landing bay, or anywhere.

“Bloodshot! Have you seen Fives anywhere?” “Sorry, Captain, no.” “I have!” “Where?” “They fell asleep on the fly back, in the gunship. I don’t think anyone woke them up.” *sigh* “Of course.”

When Dhole smuggled Ashling back to Coruscant, he of course had some help. Notably, from Anakin and Fives. Fives 100% distracted Rex to get Ashling on board. Horribly. He was so bad at distracting. But, apparently it worked.

“Hey, Cap!” *sigh* “What is it, Fives?” “Uhm, have you seen my fish, he wandered off?” “You have a fish? Wait, hold up, what do you mean it ‘wandered off’?” “I mean, y’know, it… wandered off?” “Fives, fish can’t walk.” “Uh, this one can! He’s, uhm, a Scarifian walking fish! Yeah!” “I don’t think those are real….” “Oh! Bye, I just saw him walk into that room!” “..... What the kriff?”

Fives loves hearing stories about Dhole’s adventures as a Corrie, and is absolutely obsessed with trying to guess the outcomes to his cases. 

Dhole also loves hearing about Fives’ missions in turn. 

Once, Dhole, Fives, Vector, Xi and Mit all had to do a mission together, as the mission was originally for the 501st, but they also required members of the Guard, and the mission was turned into a small stealth mission. 

It was a very interesting mission, but they did what they were supposed to do in the end, which was rescue a Senator - as usual - but a Separatist Senator who promised to join the G.A.R with supplies in return for safe travel.

“Hey, Fives?” “Yeah?” “The button’s blinking.” “What button, what do you mean?” “The button that means impending doom.” “What do you mea- AHH HOLY SHIT WHAT IS THAT!?!?!”

Interesting times really. I might write that (if someone requests it).

Oh and of course, they had to bring Ashling along, because Fives misses him so much and takes up every opportunity he can to get cuddles with the puppy. 

“Look who I brought!” “ASHLING!!!”

Dhole and Fives are such golden retrievers, I can’t.

But also, throughout the war, they gain trauma and it affects the in a similar way, kind of. They’re both less bubbly and happy. Dhole becomes almost emotionless and stoic, whereas Fives is just sort of… lost.

In the Nay Mets au (I don’t want to make myself any sadder), they both help each other. Sometimes, you need someone just as badly mentally ill as you instead of someone unaffected. So they help each other through everything.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed!!! Send requests please!!!

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[fionajames]

Hi again! How’s it going? I feel like no one asks that. It’s always “where’s the writer” and never “how’s the writer”. Anyway requesting timeeeee :

May i please have a prompt number 12 (is it 12 I may have forgotten): “No no- it’s alright, come here” but instead of a romance thing, I feel like it would happen after a rough mission and someone needs a hug or something. But this is your story, and I can’t settle on a character so it’s up to you! Characters, fluff/angst/gore/horror/whatever genre (is it genre?) and characters you’d like.

Sincerely, Sha 🫡

PS: finally requesting before 11:00pm! (Or 23:00??)

Hello There! Sorry again guys for the delay in writing but guess what, to make up for it, I'm publishing 4 pieces of writing today!!!!! (pls dont hold me to that)

Sha here is your lovely response and I give you: Iniko being a sad boi. We love Iniko here, and if you dont, well, bye bye.

Here is the 1st piece of writing today!

Enjoy!

Iniko sank into the sheets of his messily-made bed in his room on Kamino, yawning as he curled up in the sheets, trying to ignore the tears streaming down his face - leaking from his golden honey eyes. The mission he’d just come home from had been exhausting and they’d lost way too many Clone Troopers along the way. 

Rook had spent the whole trip back attempting to comfort the young Padawan but to no avail as the Pantoran sunk into a deep, dark abyss of shame and self-hatred. None of the Clones had been able to help him. 

The door to him and his Master’s room opened with a familiar whoosh sound and he curled up into a ball even tighter, squeezing his eyes shut as he moved his dark curls to cover his face - stained with tears. Someone entered the room and Iniko could sense that it was his Master - the Togrutan Jedi Shaak Ti. She softly called his name from the doorway as the door closed, and he heard her move closer to him. “Iniko, are you alright?” Iniko didn’t respond as his body trembled with sobs, sombreness taking over his body along with the tears, drowning him in sadness. “Iniko?”

He shook his head vigorously, gripping the edges of his robes with his hands so hard it was turning his knuckles white. “Go away!” Iniko shouted and he heard a gentle sigh come from the Jedi Master. 

“Iniko,” Shaak cooed softly, using the voice she only used on him and the cadets - he expected she would probably use it on the Younglings as well but since he’d been apprenticed during the Clone Wars, he had no idea. 

“I said go away!” The dark-haired boy shrieked, sitting upright abruptly. The Jedi flinched at the lash of anger she received through their bond, but knew she shouldn’t reprimanded him on something when he’d had such a horrific mission.

Shaak sighed, giving him a soft, sympathetic smile as she left the room solemnly, the door closing behind her. Iniko cried out in pain as soon as he was alone, pushing himself off of his bed and onto the floor. Tears coated his robes and formed puddles on the floor as he curled in on himself, hugging his body as he shuffled over to the window. 

Their room had a brilliant view of the sea, currently infuriated by the storm that was raging, raindrops sliding down the window at an alarming pace. At that moment, the weather was reflecting Iniko’s emotions - enraged and sombre. 

The door opened again and Iniko froze, tears rolling down his cheeks as his eyes widened. His body shook with momentary fear as the door closed again. “Edge?” A voice called softly and the Padawan tightened his grip on himself, fingernails digging into the exposed skin of his arms. 

Captain Rook shuffled to the young boy, crouching down to the floor to sit beside the distressed child. Rook reached up to run a hand through Iniko’s messy curls, soothing them down to be neater and massaging his scalp. Iniko sobbed softly, turning to curl up against the Clone’s frame, trembling as he did. “I’m sorry,” he choked out, tears like crystals falling onto the Clone’s white armour. Rook raised an eyebrow instinctively as he draped an arm over the boy’s shoulders. 

“For what?”

“I’m so sorry,” Iniko repeated. “For letting you down, for letting so many of your brothers die. I’m so sorry, Rook.”

The Captain frowned as a tear fell from his own eye, squeezing them shut as his body shook at the thought of his little brother blaming himself for something he couldn’t control. “No no- it’s alright, come here,” he managed to stutter out, before preparing himself to comfort Iniko properly. “In no way, is it your fault. They went in there knowing they might die and died heroically.”

Iniko didn’t have anything to say as he shuffled closer and buried his face in Rook’s neck. “Thank you, Rook.”

“Anytime, Edge.”

Hope you enjoyed! Sorry for the delay!

Request guys, srsly!!!!!!!!!!!

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Ghost Hunters Club: Chapter I

The first chapter of a Colby Brock x Male! OC book.

A/N: Holy shit I need a coffee. This is over 7.3k words please send help im dying (/j)

This is based off of Sam and Colby's video about the Millenium Biltmore Hotel; The Terrifying Night We'll Never Forget | Haunted Biltmore Hotel.

Welcome, to Ghost Hunters Club.

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The doors of the Millennium Biltmore Hotel were gently pushed open as two boys strolled in, one clutching a camera, the other with a grin. The door closed behind them and they moved to the front desk, leaning against it to talk patiently when they realised it was unattended.

The younger boy wielding the camera had fluffy warm-toned black hair that had been tousled wildly in various directions and honey coloured eyes with flecks of gold swimming in them. He had pinkish vanilla coloured skin with a constellation of star-shaped freckles dusted over his cheeks and an obvious pink scar over the bridge of his nose.

He was wearing a loose cream, button-up t-shirt and baggy chocolate brown cargo pants with huge pockets. Many silver rings adorned his fingers and black fingerless-gloves that covered his wrists matched them. A singular bracelet of obsidian and labradorite gemstones adorned his left wrist. A silver chain hung from his neck as his silver moon and star chain helix and lobe earrings gleamed in the light.

Beside him the older beaming boy had thick curly ginger hair that looked like flames in the light, matched with shining blue eyes like the ocean. He had pink skin, covered in freckles like a scatter of paint, coating all of his face and dotted on the rest of his skin. 

He was dressed in a brown sweater with the collar of a cream shirt peeking out underneath with beige cargo pants, a singular gold bracelet attached to his wrist.

Both of them were clutching the straps of their backpacks which were slung over the shoulders, and the older had his ear pressed to his phone, listening intently to the person on the other side of the call.

The honey-eyed boy waited patiently at the desk, murmuring to the camera softly - which was pointed at the floor as to not grasp too many peoples’ attention. 

“So we’re just at reception now,” the younger mumbled into the microphone, glancing around through his lashes. He tapped his feet and shifted his weight between his feet. “No one’s here so we’re just gonna wait a bit.”

The fiery-haired boy continued nodding and talking to his phone, thrusting a hand into his pants pocket and pressing his back up against the desk. 

“Oh and I couldn’t bring Knox on this one,” the honey-eyed boy muttered, pouting childishly even though the camera couldn’t see him. “I know, I know. I’m really upset I couldn’t bring him but they don’t allow dogs here.”

At that moment a lady strolled up to the desk with a huge grin and acknowledged the patiently waiting boys. “I’m sorry for the wait,” she told them and the ginger boy murmured a ‘goodbye’ into the phone before hanging up. “Check in or out?”

“In,” the fiery-haired boy told her firmly, shooting her a short smile. He shuffled to the other’s side and ruffled the already tousled black hair even more. “We’re here to ghost hunt.” The older explained with a grin, doing jazz-hands as he spoke. The honey-eyed boy averted his gaze from the woman and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You wouldn’t be the first,” the woman told them kindly. “Name?”

“Caspian Killian,” the honey-eyed boy spoke up, his voice soft in texture but clear in tone. The woman nodded. 

“Alright, here is your key,” she handed the older - which mildly annoyed the younger - a door key and the fiery-haired boy nodded, pocketing it with a smile. “You’re on the eleventh floor,” she continued and quickly gave them directions.

“Thank you,” both boys chorused before leaving to find their room. 

Caspian sighed, holding the camera up higher to get a view of the hotel, running his unoccupied hand through his hair and messing around with it until he was content. “Smile, Lin,” he told the fiery-haired boy who shot the camera a huge grin before he pointed it away.

“I can’t believe we’re here,” the fiery-haired boy whispered as they admired the lobby, standing back to back.

“Well, you better,” Caspian whispered back.

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Caspian sniffed as he rubbed his pink-tinted nose with a grimace. The fiery-haired boy shot him a sympathetic smile. “Y’know, I really don’t think we should be down here,” he whispered as they roamed around the empty and eerie ballroom.

“The door was open, and therefore I can go where I like,” Caspian shot back with a cocky smile and the older laughed, throwing his head back.

“Aren’t you cops s’pposed to be all goody?” The fiery-haired boy asked, his grin glowing as he ran a hand down the fabric of a curtain, admiring the pattern.

Caspian’s nose crinkled playfully.

“I’m not a cop anymore,” he reasoned with a smile, lightly punching the older’s shoulder playfully. The older laughed and ruffled his hair. 

Then, the pair abruptly froze, fear coursing through them as they heard footsteps and voices, alongside a door closing. The fiery-haired boy darted behind one of the walls and tugged Caspian along with him, both of them pressing their backs up against the walls as they held their breaths.

The pair listened carefully before Caspian slowly dropped to the floor, sliding the camera along the carpet to record the people who had entered. “I think their filming,” he told the older softly, which earned him a glare to keep quiet. 

They waited patiently but petrified as the long seconds ticked by, slowly growing into minutes. The footsteps - although light - grew closer as they held their breaths. 

“So I wonder what ballroom we’re actually in,” a voice whispered quietly and Caspian’s eyes widened at how close the boy sounded. His brain had kicked into action and the subconscious police-routine of studying his surroundings and the people clicked into place. 

He could guess the boy sounded around his age and judging by the sound of the footsteps, he was one of two walking closer, but they’d left another two people near the door.

“Cause there’s multiple, right?” The boy continued, and the fiery-haired boy sucked in a breath as he began shuffling to the right - away from the strangers. He urged Caspian to follow, but the honey-eyed boy didn’t move. “Oh my God, this is neveren-” the boy cut himself off with a screech.

He’d walked past the wall where Caspian and the fiery-haired boy were hiding and turned to see them. The boy had short dark brown hair and bright, glowing blue eyes which were widened in bewilderment. He had light ivory skin and two stud earrings in, clutching the end of his black leather jacket as he’d been adjusting it when he’d frozen. Underneath the jacket was a black t-shirt and hidden was a black belt. Attached to the belt was a silver chain which was dangling by his right hip, contrasting well with his dark grey ombre jeans.

A few steps behind him was a boy with short blonde hair and glistening blue eyes, filled with intrigue. He had pinkish skin and was raising an eyebrow. He was wearing a black t-shirt with white symbols that Caspian instantly identified as someone’s merch - who’s, he didn’t know - and black fingerless gloves with the same white merch symbols, alongside clean black jeans and a black backpack.

“Hello,” the fiery-haired boy managed to squeak out with a grin as the blonde swivelled the camera to the pair. Caspian had to physically remind himself to move his eyes off of the brunette stranger, who seemed to be pulling him in. 

“Sorry,” the blonde addressed them with a smile, shuffling to stand beside his friend, who’s eyes hadn’t moved from Caspian. Not that the honey-eyed boy had noticed, as he was playing with his rings nervously, tapping the side of the camera. “You're filming too, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Caspian managed to say, practically choking on his own words. “We’re ghost-hunter-Youtubers.” The fiery haired boy let out a good-natured scoff.

“You are, I’m not.”

“Oh, so are we,” the brunette explained with a grin, his eyes still unmoving as he fell into a more natural stance, waving his hand as he spoke. “I’m Colby, this is Sam, and our friends somewhere over there are Corey and Jake.” He peered around the corner to try and catch a glimpse of the other two boys but to no avail.

“I’m Caspian and this is my cousin Roslin,” the honey-eyed boy explained, shifting his camera to his left-hand and stretching out his right. Sam shook it with a nod and Colby shook it with a smile. Roslin did the same.

“We should probably get out of here, and then we can talk,” Roslin whispered with a playful half-smile, gesturing to the door with a walking motion.

Caspian nodded.

So did Sam.

They made their way to the door and the other pair almost silently, all of them agreeing along the way to being filmed. Caspian glanced around nervously and Roslin gently rested his hand on his shoulder briefly, a reminder that the younger was okay. He shot him a grateful smile.

“This is Jake and this is Corey,” Sam introduced, gesturing to each person in turn. “Jake, Corey, this is Caspian and this is Roslin.”

Roslin gave a short cheerful wave that Jake returned as Caspian nodded his head upwards with a smile, before turning to glance backwards again. 

“Do you guys know which ballroom this is?” Colby asked and the fiery-haired boy nodded as the six began walking down the corridor - away from the door. 

“The Biltmore Bowl,” Roslin replied, gesturing with his thumb across the room where he and his cousin had been minutes before. “Said on a sign.”

“Oh,” Sam nodded as he passed the camera to Colby. 

Jake bit his lip nervously.

“Oh dude look,” Sam called as the group joined him, staring down at a set of red stairs leading downwards. 

As Caspian moved to get a good view, something dinged.

Jake froze in place and gestured with his thumb backwards, jaw slack in shock. “It dinged again.”

“Was that not your phone?” Colby asked and Roslin hummed in agreement.

“Wasn’t my phone,” Corey said, gesturing to his phone screen with no notifications. Caspian pulled out his phone quickly and shook his head at the empty screen. After Sam, Caspian and Colby quickly went to the door at the end of the stairs, the six began to head back to the door with Corey leading the way.

Just ahead of the door, he froze, eyes wide. “The lights are off,” he whispered, pointing at the ballroom they’d been exploring earlier. Caspian stepped in front and led them through the dark silently, unafraid of the limited light. He waited for the lights to flicker on - expecting them to be motion-sensed - but reminded himself that they’d already been on when he and Roslin had entered. 

The six of them quickly made it to the stairwell where Caspian closed the door. As soon as he let go of the door knob, it shook violently.

“Holy shit,” Sam muttered, staring at it.

The honey-eyed boy reached for the nearest person to tap when he heard footsteps growing closer - which happened to be Colby. He pushed the brunette’s shoulder hurriedly and he understood, as he too had heard the oncoming footsteps.

“Somebody’s coming, somebody’s coming,” Colby stated hurriedly and they all rushed up their stairwell, Caspian right behind the brunette. They ran up several floors with Colby muttering repeatedly ‘Someone’s coming’ before swinging left and calmly walking out the doorway.

“I heard them coming through, go right,” Sam whispered, gesturing backwards as Caspian pushed him forwards gently. They quickly walked through several corridors before letting their pace slowen. 

“My heart is beating so fast right now,” Colby stated with a grin, a hand on his chest as Roslin nodded, shaking his limbs out.

“Wait,” Sam paused and Colby urged him to keep walking, so he did. 

“C’mon, let's go in the bathroom,” Jake suggested and they quickly walked in, Caspian sniffling again as he rubbed his nose and cringing at the runniness. 

“Boys meeting,” Colby teased in an attempt to loosen the tension. “No girls allowed.” Roslin let out a chuckle and Caspian smiled. 

“Isn't it illegal to film in a bathroom?” Sam pointed out and Roslin glanced at Caspian, who nodded confirmation. Both camera-men stopped recording.

“Well that was intense,” Roslin murmured and the group all let out a chuckle, collapsing against the walls.

“So you’re ghost hunters too?” Jake asked the pair. Roslin shook his head with a smile, whereas Caspian nodded eagerly.

“Cass here is but I’m not,” the older explained, leaning against a wall and shoving his hands in his pockets. “He usually takes his dog with him but this place doesn’t allow pets so he had to resort to human companionship,” Roslin teased and Caspian let out a mockingly-offended gasp.

“It’s not my fault your shit company!” He exclaimed, shoving his shoulder playfully - yet a little too hard for it to be called lightly. “Knox is so much better than you at this.” Roslin gasped and gaped at him, holding a hand over his heart in mock-offence.

“You have a ghost-hunter dog?” Sam asked eagerly and Caspian nodded, sniffling again before resuming playing with his rings. Colby watched intently as the light reflecting off of the rings gleamed.

“He’s my best mate, so yeah,” Caspian explained and Sam and Colby exchanged delighted looks. “He’s around three years old now.”

“What breed?” Colby asked, resting his chin on his hands.

Caspian grinned. “Black and tan German Shepherd,” he replied. Roslin laughed as he reached over and ruffled his warm-black curls again.

“They go everywhere together, well, except for places that don’t allow it,” the fiery-haired boy explained and Caspian shot him a playful glare.

“Hey, since we’re all together now, do you guys wanna do a bit of ghost hunting together?” Sam asked, gesturing to the other five boys. Colby nodded eagerly and Corey and Jake followed suit. Caspian’s face settled in a thoughtful expression while Roslin turned to him with an arched brow.

“Yeah, if you want to,” the honey-eyed boy agreed and Colby cheered, leaving them all to laugh. “Do you guys wanna go to the second floor?”

“Hell yeah,” Sam replied, glancing to his three friends who nodded.

Roslin bit his lip. “I think I’ll stay in our room, if you don’t mind, Cass,” he explained. “I’m not really good with ghost hunting.”

“Sure, Lin,” Caspian responded, slapping his cousin’s shoulder lightly. “You go back, call if you need anything.” He made a calling gesture with his hand as he spoke and Roslin laughed.

“Same goes for you.”

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“Guys we’re tryna go to the second floor which is the haunted one and it won’t click,” Sam explained to the camera as he continued to press the button in the elevator. Caspian had also begun filming a few moments before as he nodded. They were a bit cramped in the elevator, but it didn’t bother them. “So like, no one can go to the second floor.”

“What if we go to the third floor and then go down the stairs?” Caspian suggested from beside Colby, who nodded. 

Sam pressed the button and they waited patiently for the elevator to arrive on their desired floor. When they did, Sam left first, and then Corey, but he stopped midway.

“Devyn just texted me,” Corey began, staring at his phone screen as he stood beside Sam. Colby quietly explained to Caspian that Devyn was Corey’s girlfriend. “And said Navi won’t stop barking at the wall.” 

“Navi’s Devyn’s dog,” Colby whispered to Caspian who nodded gratefully. 

“While you're gone, to the most haunted hotel in Los Angeles,” Sam stated, zooming in his camera. “That’s not weird.” 

The group laughed stiffly before making their way to the stairwell. They scrambled down the staircase and stairs until they reached the door to level 2. 

Jake reached the door first, just as Caspian and Sam began filming again. “Looks closed off,” Sam observed as Jake stepped away from the door, a frustrated look on his face.

“Locked,” he replied.

“Yeah, they did lock it,” Colby whispered as Sam reached the door, pushing down on the stiff handle pointlessly. “‘Photograph and release form’, they won’t even let you film here.” Caspian sighed as he ran a hand through his hair in frustration, explaining the situation to the camera. “We said tenth and eleventh were the most haunted, now it's the second?” Colby asked in confusion.

“No, no, no,” Sam began. “Tenth and eleventh are where, like, the most sightings are and most haunted this” he pointed to the sign saying level two, “used to be just covered with the nurse that was most haunted and they just needed to stop people staying here.”

“Listen, brother,” Jake intervened, stepping closer to Colby. He grabbed Colby’s shoulders and shook him once gently, putting on a strange country accent. “The whole fucking hotel’s haunted.”

Caspian snorted softly at the humour.

“This was haunted by a nurse a long time ago,” Sam explained, glancing at Caspian who was fiddling with his camera’s straps. “And they stopped letting people in.” 

“Who wants to go down to the dungeon?” Jake asked, pointing down the stairwell and Caspian gasped happily, rushing to his side to peer down.

They briefly talked about the camera blurring over Jake’s face as Caspian hurried down the stairs with his camera, grinning giddily all the way. Colby watched with a raised brow and piqued curiosity. Caspian seemed to be one strange person.

“This doesn’t look like a lobby to me,” Sam squeaked as he pointed the camera to a white corridor, Caspian hurrying towards it. “I dunno but the door’s open so that means it’s open to us.” 

They walked down the corridor quickly, following the childish Caspian who was practically squealing with joy. Sam wasn’t entirely sure what to make of the boy, who seemed so quiet yet so interesting. They finally reached the end of the corridor, which led to some sort of boiler-type room.

“The music is like, right there,” Colby stated, pointing down a thin corridor where quiet classical music was seeping from.

“We should probably go,” Corey suggested, patting Caspian’s shoulder gently when the honey-eyed boy let out a sad whine. 

Caspian froze after a second and began silently ushering Sam down the corridor they’d come through. “There's someone walking this way.” 

The group made their way back quickly. “Are you sure?” Colby asked, glancing back but still walking. They reached the stairwell again and Caspian rubbed his eyes, only half-paying attention to what the others were saying. They kept walking down - to Sam’s surprise, stating that the place seemed endless - before they reached a mysterious black door.

Caspian gasped eagerly again and hurried down to it alongside Colby, pushing the door open. It creaked as he did and he peered around outside, brows furrowed in confusion. He scrambled out, followed quickly by Colby, and spun in a circle when he recognised the lobby area.

The group quickly continued walking after Sam ushered them to move.

“We came out next to the security guard,” Colby muttered through gritted teeth and Sam laughed nervously. Caspian giggled.

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After conversing about what to do next, the group insisted Caspian stay with them for their next investigations, leading him to be collapsed on the couch in their room as the time ticked closer and closer to 1 o’clock in the morning.

Sam and Colby were talking to the camera about what they were doing and planning to do next as Caspian mindlessly opened his phone. 

“Is that your dog?” Jake asked from his place next to the boy, pointing at Caspian’s locked screen. The honey-eyed boy nodded tiredly. His lock screen was a picture he’d taken of Knox just after getting him, the puppy so visibly young in many ways including his singular floppy ear. Caspian smiled fondly.

“Yeah,” he replied, opening up his phone and the messages app, clicking the most recent conversation. He typed in a message to his best friend Debbie before closing his phone and burying his face into the sleeves of his hoodie, closing his eyes.

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It was nearing 2:30am when the group all settled on the couch with food and put on a show to watch, all of them paying attention except for Caspian - who was inspecting each person individually, trying to understand them.

At some point between 2:30am and 3am, a loud thud sound filled the apartment, coming from the level below. The group hurried to their feet and Sam grabbed his camera, Caspian doing the same.

“Guys, literally, we were not recording, there's something downstairs,” Sam hurried out as Corey turned the TV off. Caspian rolled his shoulders back and let the adrenaline wash over him, pushing away the sleepiness he’d felt before. “That was the elevator!” Sam exclaimed, repeating over and over about hearing sounds downstairs.

Caspian began making his way downstairs - seemingly calm compared to the others. Colby followed after him quickly, not wanting to leave the boy alone.

“What did you hear?” Jake asked and the group stopped to listen to Sam’s answer. 

“The elevator, the metal thing, downstairs,” Sam explained.

“What, you didn’t hear that giant thud?” Corey asked Jake and Caspian bit his lip. Usually, in these situations, it was just him and Knox, and he’d calmly and quietly go check what it was. Caspian was like that, self-less. “When you were asleep we heard the elevator door, like.” Corey cut himself off, unable to explain the sound.

“Let’s go,” Colby suggested and moved in front of Caspian to walk. Instantly, Caspian moved back ahead of him, telling himself that if there was an intruder in the apartment, he’d step between them and his new friends.

“What if someones here?” Sam desperately wondered, and Caspian shot him a gentle, soothing look. Sam couldn’t explain why, but he trusted Caspian entirely, even though they’d only met hours before. They hurried down the stairwell.

“The door’s open!” Corey gasped in shock as Caspian moved to it.

“Was that us?” Colby asked. Caspian shrugged.

“Wasn’t that closed?” Corey stammered.

“I thought we closed it!” Sam exclaimed. “We would’ve closed it, right?”

“I dunno, I mean, we didn’t check the footage, I’m not sure,” Colby replied as Caspian moved to inspect the door, gently moving it back and forth.

“No, no, no, we had to slam it closed!” Corey reminded them, as Caspian moved to the doorway of the elevator. He grasped the metal fencing and pulled it closed, and then opened it again.

“It sounded like that,” he observed, doing the motion again so Sam could hear it.

“It did!” Sam exclaimed, and Caspian could hear the panic in his voice. “It sounded like a deep thud, bro. Holy fuck.”

“Wait someone could be in here,” Colby pointed out and began moving to another room. Caspian was alert instantly, balling one hand into a fist and moving silently to check nearby rooms for intruders. His training was kicking in. “What else could it be?” Colby wondered as they searched.

Sam began quickly recapping to the camera what was going on as the others inspected the elevator. Caspian, however, moved from room to room with a quick walk, teeth gritted in concentration.

As the others tried to find an explanation for the sound, Caspian noticed how Colby was shaking from the adrenaline and fear. He quickly made his way to the other and switched how he was holding the camera to embrace him in a one armed hug. 

Colby sank into him instantly, trembling as he did and breathing in and out shakily. Just as the group was beginning to calm down again, another thud rang through the apartment, and something that sounded like the piano.

Caspian instantly darted to the stairs, gripping his camera so tight it turned his knuckles white. Colby raced behind him, but Sam overtook him.

“Yo, is somebody pranking us right now,” Colby wondered, desperate for an explanation as they reached the piano. Caspian gave Sam a half-hug like he had done to Colby upon seeing the blonde trembling too.

“Someone’s in here,” Jake spluttered, and Caspian wrapped a comforting arm around him too. They all felt oddly comforted by Caspian’s comfort, as he was the calmest of them all.

“That’d be illegal, if someone is screwing with us that's one hundred percent illegal,” Sam reasoned and Caspian stiffened at the mention of illegalism. Oh how he wished he had Knox with him. His dog made this stuff so much easier. “Check every room, check every room. No matter what, cause there is someone screwing with us right now.”

Caspian began swiftly checking the rooms again, but internally he knew that there was no way it was another person. He moved around to check over and over, only rejoining the group when he heard Sam cry out in panic.

“Dude, did you hear that?!” He sounded genuinely panicked, and Caspian moved to stand beside him. 

“What?” Jake asked.

“There were like, three cracks,” Sam explained. Colby muttered something. “Yeah, I’m freakin’ out, dude!” 

“But are you sure that was the piano, cause like,” Colby began, resting his hands on top of the piano. Caspian turned to Sam, before quickly striding to Jake upon seeing him in distress. He began rubbing a hand up and down Jake’s back soothingly.

“Yeah, it was, I’m pretty sure the camera even caught it,” Sam responded. “It was like a high-pitched sound.”

“I don’t feel good,” Jake whispered and Caspian nodded. The other boy turned to face him more and Caspian understood, wrapping him up in a much-needed hug.

“Okay,” Colby began, glancing to Jake over and over. “Maybe we take this time to be quiet and like, to see if anything else happens.”

“Dude, we heard something downstairs and up here, I swear to God,” Sam spluttered. 

“If we heard things on both floors,” Caspian began and the others all turned to him. “How did we hear both? We were standing by the stairwell on both occasions so no one could have snuck past.”

“I’m just saying,” Sam muttered. “What would that be? What is happening right now?!” Caspian let Jake out of the hug as he went to sit down. “Dude, how long has this been going on? My camera right now says 5 minutes and 16 seconds. It is 3:05 right now.”

“So we heard the noise right at 3,” Corey exclaimed, beginning to pace the room as Caspian watched calmly. Or at least, he appeared calm. Internally, he was panicked, wishing he had Knox beside him. Knox was his dog, his buddy, his ghost-hunting companion, and investigating without him felt unnatural.

“That’s fucking givin’ me chills,” Sam panted out as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Right before we were about to do our sèance, cause three am is the witch's hour,” Colby began, his eyes wide as he hugged himself. Caspian nodded confirmation, thinking about his Aunts as he did.

“We were gonna do the sèance right now, why did that happen right now?” Sam explained.

“So the first noise we heard was at three?” Colby confirmed and Sam agreed. “Dude I’m fucking shaking.” He moved to stand next to Caspian’s chair, who reached up to pat his back gently. “But I don’t know if I heard it again, that’s what's freaking me out.” He shot a forced, thankful smile to Caspian, who stood back up and gave him a hug quickly.

“I didn’t hear a piano, I heard was what I thought was like a fence,” Corey explained and Colby agreed. Sam began moving stuff around to try and identify the sound as Colby moved closer to Caspian and the boy’s safe aura.

“I didn’t hear the first sound but the second sound was the fucking piano,” Jake stated. As they were talking, the light on the wall suddenly intensified and Caspian flinched abruptly, spinning to see the previously turned-off TV on.

“No cuts, that's the remote,” Sam began, pointing at the remote on the desk, far away from all five boys. “We turned it off when we went downstairs, how did that just happen?”

“Are the workers fucking with us?” Corey exclaimed and Caspian moved to give him a hug. At first the boy flinched away, and then he relaxed into it, embracing the comfort. Apparently hugs were really soothing during strange paranormal times.

“It has to be, it has to be,” Sam agreed, trying desperately to find an explanation, any explanation. Caspian stood straight up when he heard something creak, and lunged away from Corey and towards the sound.

“Did you just hear that?” Corey asked and the others turned to him. “That sounds like a door opening, like a creeeeaaak. Caspian immediately headed down the hallway the sound had come from, and the others quickly followed. 

“Guys we can’t just follow every sound we hear,” Jake protested, and Caspian nodded. “Wherever we hear a noise, we’re not gonna find anything out from investigating, so we should just fucking chill.”

“I think we should do the sèance,” Caspian spoke up and they turned to him. “This place is clearly trying to tell us something, with the creaks and the weird energy.”

“What weird energy?” Colby asked and the honey-eyed boy tilted his head.

“Do you not feel it?” Caspian asked, his voice like silk. “The air feels thick.” 

The others shook their heads.

“I agree we should do the sèance now,” Sam insisted, changing the subject. 

Corey shook his head. “Fuck that.”

“I’m just saying, honest to God, we came here to find out if something was haunted and something is happening right now, like, wouldn’t this be the best time?” Sam explained and Caspian nodded, switching the camera to the other hand as he did. He began playing with his bracelet absent-mindedly, reminding himself of the protection it provided.

“If something’s fucking with us, we may as well try to fucking communicate with it,” Jake added and both Sam and Caspian nodded. “I don’t think we're gonna get physically hurt at all.” Caspian’s hand instantly moved to brush his arm instinctively.

“I dunno if I wanna do that, man,” Colby explained, rubbing his face with his hands.

“At three am?” Corey repeated. “Dude, great idea.”

 They moved back to stand next to the piano and both Sam and Caspian placed their cameras on top of the instrument. “Two seconds, before we make a decision, though,” Sam began. “What could that actually have been? Like, tryna debunk that right now. Are we just tired?”

“The TV,” Corey reminded them.

“Yeah, the TV, that just turned on, that I have no idea,” Sam agreed.

“Yeah, but the elevator, because we turned that on before, what if it just was one of those weird-” Colby explained, but Sam intervened.

“Like it was still on or something.”

“Yeah, like it shook or something,” Colby finished, nodding all the while.

“Yeah that could’ve been it,” Sam agreed.

“And the high-pitched noise, I don’t even know if that was the piano, I mean, that could’ve been anything,” Colby explained.

“That was the piano,” Jake insisted. “It was literally key by fucking key.” Corey re-explained what he’d heard before Jake continued. “It’s either a piano, or we’re going fucking crazy. It’s one of those two.”

“And it’s three o’clock in the morning, there's not someone just roaming around in the halls,” Sam reasoned. Caspian shivered as a chill went past his arm.

“Its either the piano went off, or we drank too many fucking chocolate frappés and we’re going crazy,” Jake stated and Caspian snorted lightly, before shivering again.

“I’m just saying, what's our plan of action now, we are not leaving - we made a pact,” Sam decided and Colby intervened.

“So let’s just, be quiet, like seriously, us talking isn’t gonna do anything,” Colby reasoned and Caspian pouted slightly. He wanted to do a sèance.

“It’s gonna be fine,” Jake began. “As long as we have each other’s back and we just chill, I think we’ll be fine.” 

“Oh, what the fuck, dude,” Corey sighed.

“That was too much, man,” Sam agreed.

Caspian shifted his weight from foot to foot before shooting his camera - still placed on top of the table - a grin and a thumbs up. Colby couldn’t help but smile at the childish action.

About a dozen minutes later, the boys had finished conversing on their next step and had set up for the sèance. Caspian was eagerly grinning, as he’d never done a sèance with so many people. Colby sat next to him and found himself seeking comfort from his new friend.

Caspian’s aura was so protective, safe, friendly and childish that all four boys felt pulled to him. He was like a flashlight in a dark room and they all sought that light. He was the calm in the middle of the storm, and he’d already shown his self-lessness time and time again.

Sam glanced to the honey-eyed boy, watching him pull a lighter from his bag, alongside four candles. He was grateful for Caspian and his calmness in their frightened state, and he could see they shared the same trait of wanting to learn more about the paranormal and push themselves. 

Colby basically hadn’t left Caspian’s side all night, courtesy of the strange connection pulling him towards the boy. It was a strange feeling that he didn’t really know how to explain, but everything about Caspian intrigued him. He wanted to learn more about him, understand his emotions, and be by his side.

Jake had been far too jumpy to embrace his usual funny self, but he had a feeling that if he and Caspian could talk outside of haunted buildings, they would connect quickly and easily. Caspian clearly shared some of the childish silliness he did, and he’d been desperate to find someone like that to befriend.

Corey had barely talked with Caspian, but not in an awkward way. He felt as though Caspian slipped so easily into their group that it just made sense. Corey hadn’t ever thought about a fifth member to their strange quartet, but now, it was beginning to feel inevitable.

They began filming quickly, Caspian agreeing that they’d just use Sam’s camera and they’d send him the footage afterwards.

“We promised in our last video that we would do a sèance,” Sam began with a pained smile as Corey lit the third candle. “And we’re gonna do a sèance.”

They all watched Corey attempt to light the candle in silence for a minute, before Colby sucked in a breath and turned to their camera with a sarcastic smile. “Do we wanna do a sèance?” Colby asked. “Not really.”

“Yes!” Caspian said at the same time and Colby chuckled.

“But if anythings gonna happen, it's gonna happen right now,” Sam explained, his voice strained with tiredness.

“So, how do we even start a sèance, like, what is the definition of a sèance?” Colby asked and Caspian impatiently wriggled in his seat.

“So,” Sam began, then reached into his pocket to grab his phone. “Let me read it off, just to make sure I’ve got this right.”

“I know,” Caspian intervened, and Sam froze, pulling his empty hand from his pocket. The others turned to the honey-eyed boy. “A sèance is a meeting of people who try to make contact with the dead, usually assisted by a medium!”

“So it’s very general,” Sam explained. “It’s really any way you want to contact the dead, however there are ways to make it better. One, being in a place where a lot of people have died aka this hotel. A lot of people that believe in the haunted.”

“If you make it seem welcoming, safe and comfortable spirits are more keen to communicate,” Caspian added and Sam nodded.

“And we’re literally in a home-looking hotel room with candles lit, very warm colours everywhere, we’re trying to make this very home-y,” Sam agreed.

“I’m scared bro,” Corey admitted. “I’m sorry bro, I don’t like this.”

“I honestly feel like this is a perfect setting though,” Colby agreed. “I mean, what else do we need?” Caspian bit back the urge to say ‘a medium’ as he played with his bracelet.

“No, I feel like this is some horror movie crap, bro,” Corey intervened, and they all turned to Jake, who was playing with the lighter.

Sam went to say something but before he could, Colby reached out and grabbed the lighter from the other’s hands, turned it off, and threw it across the room. “What if that had turned on when you threw it and you burned this entire place to ashes and dust?” Caspian whispered and they all turned to him with raised eyebrows. “What?” 

“When we did Queen Mary, I think we all agreed that there was some weird, like, level of comfort to it, like we weren’t scared,” Jake remembered and Colby quietly whispered an explanation in Caspian’s ear, who thanked him.

“Yeah, the reason why Queen Mary worked was we all believed, we were all comfortable, and we were all together with an energy, if we can make that happen again,” Sam explained, but was interrupted by Jake.

“That’s freaking me out,” Jake stated, pointing up at the chandelier which had been gently swaying back and forth with the occasional creak.

“Yeah but Queen Mary we didn’t light a bunch of candles and say a bunch of spells to get someone to talk to us,” Corey protested and Caspian stiffened instinctively, prepared for him to talk bad about witches or something. “Queen Mary just happened.” 

“But we asked it politely, so we’ve basically done a sèance before, just a very weird one,” Sam reasoned. Caspian raised his hand gently.

“I’ve done sèances before,” he interjected. “Ever since I was a kid.”

“What the fuck?” Jake asked in confusion and Caspian shrugged.

“My family just did that kind of stuff.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” Jake told Corey. “You just have to be here.”

“Yeah like, you have the best paranormal energy so we just really need you to be here,” Sam confirmed, although he glanced at Caspian as he spoke. For some reason, he had a feeling that the ‘best paranormal energy’ of the group had changed.

Jake began explaining he’d heard something and Corey agreed, but Caspian was barely listening. His mind had zoned out as he stared at the corner, unable to reconnect. After a minute, he felt Sam shift to begin the sèance and instantly fell back into his body - or at least that's what it felt like. 

“We must say these words together,” Sam explained. “‘Our beloved blank’, so whoever’s spirit so Black Dahlia, anything we want to contact, ‘we bring you gifts from life, into death. Commune with us, and move along.’”

“What?” Corey gasped. “What do you mean ‘we give you gifts from life to death’?”

“We’re giving them a way to communicate by using our life energy from the dead,” Caspian explained.

“I’d like to say is there ‘someone’ here, like, let’s not call them spirits,” Jake offered. “Last time I think that's how we got to have Queen Mary, as we treated it just like another person.”

Caspian agreed hastily, as he’d been about to say the same thing.

“What if we say all together ‘if there’s anybody out here right now we invite you to use your energy and show yourself’ or something” Colby offered.

“To speak through us?” Sam asked and Colby nodded. “Okay, let’s do it. You guys ready?”

“I mean, I’ll sit here,” Corey agreed.

They all reached out and joined hands. 

“So together, what are we gonna say?” Sam asked.

“‘If there's somebody or there's someone here-” Colby began, but Corey interrupted upon hearing something again. Caspian felt himself zone out, but zone back in moments later. He shuddered at the strange feeling.

“If there’s someone here,” Jake, Sam, Colby and Caspian said altogether, all of their eyes closed as Corey patiently waited. “Please use our energy, to communicate with us.”

“Guys, its shaking,” Corey said, pointing up at the chandelier. Caspian looked up and spotted what the other was seeing. “Look! It’s shaking.”

“Should I grab the camera so it can see it?” Sam questioned, eyes fixated on the lamp. Caspian shivered as his eyes remained fixated on the chandelier, his ears tuning out the others’ conversation. He saw Sam get up and move the camera out of the corner of his eye, but couldn’t move his attention from the light.

Colby tapped Caspian gently, pulling him from his daze with a concerned look. Caspian shook his head when Colby went to ask. 

The boys rejoined their hands again after conversing quickly.

“Alright, close eyes,” Sam began and they all did. “Three, two, one.”

“If you are here,” all five boys began speaking in sync, and Caspian let his eyelids relax from their squeezed shut position. “Use our energy to make a sound or sign.”

Caspian breathed in and out deeply, eyes still closed before he felt something. Something in his mind, as though he could see something even though all he saw was black. He lifted his head and opened his eyes nonchalantly, his gaze connecting with Jake’s.

At the same time, both boys jerked back abruptly, and then all four candles flickered out.

“What the fuck?!” Colby exclaimed as they all pushed their chairs away from the table in a hurried panic, moving away so quickly that the camera fell. Or at least, that's what they thought the reason was.

Corey began quickly trying to leave whilst Sam protested, but all Caspian could do was stare at the candles. As the four began to argue, Caspian slowly shuffled closer to the candles, inspecting the wicks and the tiny, remaining flickering light on each. He licked his fingers and moved to snuff the candle, only for it to go out before he could even touch it. The honey-eyed boy flinched back in confusion, before moving to the next, and then the next, and then the next, but everytime he got close to snuffing the candles, they blew out.

Colby grabbed the camera as Corey continuously tried to get them to leave, all while Sam tried to debunk the situation. They hurriedly ended the sèance and the four boys moved to the living room, not even noticing Caspian who’d begun collecting the candles.

As the others moved around the hotel room and turned on all the lights, Caspian gathered his stuff. They chilled in the main living room altogether for an hour before Caspian stood up, all eyes turning to him.

“I have to go, Roslin and I need to be back by midday,” Caspian told them with a regretful smile. The boys gasped and Colby lunged to his feet, wrapping the honey-eyed boy up in a hug. The other three boys joined in almost immediately.

“Here’s my phone number,” Colby told him, handing a small, ripped piece of paper with a phone number scribbled on it. “Call me. I’ll give you the others later.”

Caspian nodded. “I’ll miss you guys.”

“Aww,” Corey cooed. “We’ll miss you too!”

“Yeah, we should collab again,” Sam insisted and all five boys nodded eagerly.

“Oh definitely,” Caspian agreed.

The group all bid their farewells and promised to collab again and talk later, before Caspian left with a sad smile. He made his way down the hallway to his room with Roslin, opening it with a sigh. Roslin looked up at him from his place on the edge of the bed.

“How’d it go?” The fiery-haired boy asked cheerfully, placing his phone down. Caspian groaned in response and slumped down against the wall. “That chaotic?” Caspian hummed in agreement. “Starbucks?”

“Fuck yeah, I need an iced coffee.”

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A/N: I seriously hoped you all enjoyed that because it took me days and I need just, pure espresso at this point.

I do requests, so please send those!

Love y'all!!!

Edit: its tmrw (the day after i posted this) and i got my iced coffee!!!! 🥳🥳🥳

#sam and colby #sam and colby oc #sam golbach #colby brock #colby brock x oc #colby brock x male! oc #caspian killian #lookatmetaggingmyownocs #millenium biltmore hotel #jake webber #corey scherer #jake and corey #xplr #xplr gang #ghosts #paranormal #iced coffee #espresso #sleep #ghost hunters club #ka’ra writes ❤️

[fionajames]

Heyyy. Sorry life isn’t very fun right now. Not fun for me either :/ but at least we have Star Wars ❤️ Can I please request an angst story about Xi and his crush on Anakin please? Pretty please with a cherry on top? Thank you so much! Luv u, my dear mutual

-Sha 🫡

hi! i hope it gets better <3 sorry i wrote this early and completely forgot! here u go!

(xi and i really be twinnin' rn 😔)

Xi ran a hand through his hair with a loud sigh, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He’d been set to retrieve his General from within the depths of the Jedi Temple, which happened to be one of his greatest fears.

He pulled his helmet over his head upon stepping inside the Temple. Xi shuddered as he walked through the hallways quickly. The Temple was no place for a Clone, in particular this one.

“Xi!” A voice called and the trooper spun to see Obi-Wan, a grin on his tired face. “What are you doing here?” 

Xi took note of the bruise on the General’s cheek, and how his skin was tinted black and blue in several places. He pitied Cody for having a reckless Jedi too. Well, at least Cody only had to deal with one, the 501st had to deal with two.

“I’m searching for General Skywalker, sir,” he explained firmly. He missed the look of confusion that flickered across Obi-Wan’s face. A look of confused concern, for the Clone’s emotionless state.

“Yes,” Obi-Wan murmured, grin gone and replaced with a look of concentration. “Well, he’s in briefing room twelve.” 

Xi nodded and stated his thanks, before turning and leaving. A pang of anxiety shot through his heart as he neared the room in which his General stood. Nothing about this task was easy for him.

His eyes were drooping with the sting of sleep deprivation and it was getting hard to keep them open as the sound of the Temple lulled him into calmness. 

But that calm was shattered when Xi spotted the room that was his destination. He wrung his fingers for a moment before taking a deep breath and stepping through the open doorway. 

This job would’ve been easier if Xi had been sent alongside someone, or even picking up not just his General, but unluckily for him, it was just him picking up his General.

Inside the room, Anakin, Yoda, Mace Windu and Kit Fisto were standing around the holomap. 

“General Skywalker,” Xi called, mustering up all of his confidence to speak. As soon as he did, Anakin turned, and Xi felt his heart shatter. He heard the shards hit the floor, one and a time, collecting him around him like pieces of broken glass. During their fall, the shards had cut him internally, he was forever emotionally bleeding. 

He stared into his General’s eyes, searching through the blue for something - for anything - only to resurface empty handed. Xi inspected the way Anakin’s hair fell over his face, the wavy curls of brown contrasting the blue of his eyes. 

It took all of his strength, but finally Xi was able to finish his sentence. It felt like forever since he’d paused, but to the others, barely a second had gone by. “Captain Rex needs you back at base.”

Anakin nodded and shot Xi a small smile, unaware of the way it caused the trooper to shiver internally. Xi wanted to do nothing more than turn and flee, to run away from this boy who consumed his thoughts and the problems that followed. 

He wanted to be free of this emotion. 

He wanted to be free of this love.

Of the love that caused him so much heartache and heartbreak.

But he couldn’t.

“I’ll be there in a moment, Xi,” Anakin told him and Ci nodded slowly, stepping to shuffle out of the room. He flinched as a singular tear fell from his eye, grateful to his helmet that hid it. He did nothing as it rolled down his cheek and neck, falling and being absorbed by the fabric of his blacks. 

A singular tear, for a heartbreak worth millions. 

Xi waited patiently for his General, patient yet anxious to be home already. He was not looking forward to the walk back.

Anakin turned the corner quickly, moving to stand beside Xi with a grin. The trooper didn’t attempt to return it.

He began walking back to the base without saying a word, Anakin trailing after him. His heart throbbed too much to even say a word more than he had to. 

So they walked in painful silence all the while back to the base. Anakin wasn’t sure what was wrong with his trooper, but he could tell something was off. From the silence to the rigid way he walked. But he could tell he didn’t want to talk, so he didn’t pry.

Xi bid a quiet farewell to his General before swiftly turning into the barracks. They were empty when he arrived, and so Xi did the only acceptable thing. He collapsed on his bed, using the pillow to muffle the sound of his sobs.

Heartache and heartbreak consumed him.

Xi hated love, and he feared it.

Yet, he was consumed by it.

hope you enjoyed!!!!!!!!! please people, send reqeusts!!!!!!

#tcw #clones #clone troopers #anakin skywalker #captain rex #ahsoka #501st legion #the clone wars #star wars #clone wars #ahsoka tano #obi wan #obi wan kenobi #501st battalion #trooper xi #lookatmetaggingmyownocs #ka’ra writes ❤️

[fionajames]

Helloooooooo :)

I honestly forgot if I sent you an ask or not but whatever I got an idea.

May i pleeeease request an angsty story? Between like Rex and Cody or Dhole and Fox (or Wolffe?) or something? Please?

Thank you so much, Jamie. Love ur work and I hope you post regularly again soon. It’s so nice to wake up to a new story 🥰

-Sha 🫡

HELLO GUYS IM BACK AGAIN

IM SO SORRY IVE BEEN GONE, IVE HAD HEAPS OF TESTS AND ASSIGNMENTS SO IM VERY STRESSED.

SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT.

I'LL BE POSTING MUCH MORE REGURALY SOON.

Fox shuddered as he rested his forehead on the cold metal of the door of the barracks, listening carefully to the sobs spilling through. “Dhole?” He whispered softly.

“Go away!” Dhole shouted back and Fox flinched, stepping away from the door. Vector - who was stood beside the Commander - gave him a short, sympathetic smile before sinking to the floor and leaning against the door.

There was a soft yap from the inside and Fox let his fingers fall to the door control panel, opening it. Ashling - still a puppy but getting bigger - rushed to find him, tail between his legs and whining sadly. Fox reached down to gently pat the puppy who then dashed to Dhole’s side.

Dhole was collapsed against the wall beside his bunk, head in his arms as Ashling comfortingly licked his shoulder. Fox’s brow furrowed.

“Dhole?” He called quietly as the door closed behind him, shuffling down to a crouch to sit beside his brother. “What’s wrong?”

Dhole shook his head furiously, which gave Fox a glimpse at his tear-stained face. His curls were wild and messy, covering his face. “I let go.”

Fox raised an eyebrow as he draped an arm over his brother’s shoulders comfortingly. “What do you mean?”

“I-I couldn’t hold on,” Dhole sobbed, spluttering as he did. “I let go! Oh, Fox, I let go.” He bent over with sobs as Fox held him closer.

“Who?”

“A shiny, oh a mere shiny, Fox,” Dhole whispered, looking up at him through his bloodshot eyes. “His name was Soft. He got pushed by a criminal and tripped. I tried to catch him and I did! But I couldn’t get a good grip and he just,” Dhole paused. “Slipped”.

Fox’s eyes widened before he pulled the boy closer, resting his chin on top of Dhole’s head.

“It’s alright, Dhole, it wasn’t your fault.”

“Not my fault?”

“Not your fault.”

SORRY ITS SO SHORT

PLEASE PEOPLE REQUEST, CURRENTLY JUST SHA AND I LOVE YOU SHA /p BUT LIKE, PEOPLE, SRSLY.

#star wars #clone wars #the clone wars #clone troopers #clones #tcw #dhole #lookatmetaggingmyownocs #fox #commander fox #ka’ra writes ❤️

[fionajames]

sam and colby oc

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hi. i'd be lying rn if i wasnt about to do the fucking 'sam and colby intro'. like, i would be lying.

SAM AND COLBY FANS JOIN ME

this is a short insight/look at my new oc for the sam and colby universe.

Caspian Killian.

Caspian was born in Wyoming on the 10th of November 1996. He has short fluffy black hair, warm honey-gold/brown eyes and freckled, light skin. He has a scar over the bridge of his nose, numerous (self-harm) scars on both wrists, one on the book of his neck that’s sort of lightning shaped, a huge jagged one down his back and a scar from a gunshot wound on his arm.

Caspian goes by he/him pronouns and is I bisexual. 

He is affectionate, funny, sweet, sarcastic, protective, daring, and self-less. He’s very loyal and a good fighter.

Caspian has a fear of losing someone and a fear of failure. He lives with his two aunts (who are actually witches) - Agnes and Xan - as his parents gave him to them because they ‘couldn’t take care of him’ (they were just being selfish and didn’t want a kid). He grew up alongside his cousins - Lance, Roslin and Diantha - and didn’t really know anything about his parents except their names because lovely Agnes and Xan cut contact with them. Caspian really hates his parents. Agnes’ best friend Toft lives with the group too as he was the surrogate father of the cousins and a goofy guy.

Caspian loves caffeine, music, exploring, pranks and many other things. His aesthetic is grunge/vintage. 

His life path number is 1 and he is a Pisces.

yeah so its very short but im posting it cause i can and want to. im posting it cause i'll be posting about him later and i think its a good insight.

have a good day/night!!!!!!!!

#sam and colby #samandcolby #sam golbach #colby brock #caspian killian #lookatmetaggingmyownocs #oc #my oc

[fionajames]

Hey Jamie! I’m back again. How’s your dad doing? I hope he’s better.

So, these past few days I’ve been sick and today it’s even worse. So…. Naturally, I though it could be inspiration??

Request: May I please request (your choice of characters) someone getting sick (a cold or something?) and being taken care of by either their sibling figure or significant other?

If this is too much to ask, write whatever you want. Sincerely, your dear follower, Sha 🫡

Hey, Sha! I'm back too. My dad is doing better, but still ill. Thank you.

You know the funny thing about this is that now, I'm sick. Like, yeah. Me too gurl. Hope your better now!!!

I love this idea, especially since it gave me the opportunity to use an idea I'd been toying with in my mind.

So instead of getting the fluff your probably expecting, grab a cup of tea, a fluffy blanket and a sleepy kitten because here is my angst.

Xi wrapped his arms around himself as he sneezed again, rocking back and forth in place. He tugged the thin sheet of the Medbay bed up again, burying his face in his arms with an annoyed - and adorable - groan.

Beside him, Anakin - the only other person in the Medbay at that moment - laughed at his frustration. Xi was sick - not very sick, but enough to be forced out of the barracks. Anakin was injured - not very injured, but enough to be forced into the Medbay.

“I didn’t Clones sounded like that when they sneezed,” he teased with a grin and the Trooper blushed, thankful for his already sickly flustered state that covered it up.

“I didn’t know Jedi were so stubborn,” he shot back weakly, reminding the General of how Kix had resorted to literally stunning him to make him go to Medbay. Anakin snorted.

“It’s really not that bad,” he scoffed and Xi raised an eyebrow suspiciously, staring at the gash on his General’s arm. Well, at least at the bandage covering the gash. “You look like you need a hug,” Anakin deadpanned and Xi froze. Surprise shot up his spine. 

“Oh really?” He sassed, not knowing what else to say. Xi reached a hand up to tug on his hair, playing with it anxiously as he fidgeted. 

“Yeah,” Anakin observed, tilting his head, his hair falling over his eyes. Xi watched in awe at the careless beauty of his General. “Are you alright, Xi?”

‘No!’ Xi wanted to scream. He wanted to scream and sob about his unreciprocated love to this boy and he wanted to punch himself in the head until he knocked the emotions out. He wanted to flee and hide, he wanted out, but he couldn’t have it. “Of course, General,” he told him with a playful smirkish grin. An expression that covered his face in fakeness. 

“I’m going to give you a hug,” Anakin decided firmly, crawling out of bed and moving to Xi's side. Xi tried to hide his trembles as he bit his lip, bending his head and hiding his face as Anakin's arms wrapped around him. "Better?" Anakin asked, pulling away with a grin. 

Xi nodded, unable to move as he used all of his strength to hide his glossy eyes. 

Anakin didn't notice. 

"Okay, good!" The General told him. "I'm going to find Kix so he can discharge me." Xi nodded wordlessly and watched the brunette leave the room, the door closing behind him. 

Xi's lip trembled as he dug his nails into his palms. Crystal-like tears dropped from his eyes, rolling down his cheeks. 

The love-sick Clone and his oblivious General, who would never hold the same feelings he did.

Nothing hurt more than this.

Hope you enjoyed!!!!!!!

I'm in a similar situation to Xi rn except I've told the person I like and they hate me and think I'm attention-seeking so yay. *dabs sadly*

Have a good day/night!!!

#star wars #clone wars #the clone wars #clone troopers #tcw #clones #501st legion #anakin skywalker #xi #trooper xi #oc #my oc #lookatmetaggingmyownocs #angst #i dont apologise for this #ka’ra writes ❤️

[fionajames]

Hey Jamie. How’s the concussion? I hope you’re doing well, sorry I haven’t requested in a bit.

Requesting time!!: can I please have a fluffy/comforting story? Your pick of characters. I just lost a close relative to cancer on Friday and i have nothing to do but be sad so 🤷🏽‍♀️

Thanks, Jamie. - Sha 🫡

hello sha! its better now, only hurts if i hit it rlly (which is sadly, quite often) thats ok, request when ever you want, no pressure!!!

aww im very very very sorry for your lose, my condolences. i know how it feels so if you need to talk to someone, im here <3

i hope this makes you feel better! and ur fav dhole, for extra comfort.

<3

Dhole shuddered yet again as the cold wind attacked his skin, pulling his helmet on to cover his face. The icy breeze howling and harming the Clones had only increased since they’d arrived, and the Coruscant Guard members were on the verge of constant tears from the cold's brittle attitude.

Most of the crew were on this icy planet - including Dhole, Vector, Dice, Bloodshot and Menace. 

Beside him, Bloodshot stood, an arm draped over his brother’s shoulders as the pair and Vector watched Dice and Menace roll around in the snow, play-fighting happily.

This mission was moving as slowly as slow as molasses, and it was annoying all of the troops, especially the ones who were used to the warmth. 

The Coruscant Guard members were on this frightfully freezing planet to capture a Republic Senator gone rouge, but they often forget that, as it had been so long since the briefing.

“Menace, put your helmet on,” Bloodshot ordered firmly as the boy whose skin had turned the same colour as the surrounding terrain turned. “You’ll get frostbite.”

“Yeah?” A voice called from a few metres away and the group burst out laughing as a Clone with light blue and white hair turned to them. “What?”

“Nothin’, Frostbite!” Dice called back, managing to stumble to his feet and reaching a hand out to help Menace up. But as soon as Menace reached to grab his brother’s - and put all of his weight leaning towards him in the process - Dice jerked his hand away, watching with a laugh as Menace collapsed face-first in the snow. 

The group howled with laughter again as they watched Menace raise his head out of the snow with a deadpan glare ahead, snow dripping from his eyelashes and hair as he shook himself. “Dice,” he whined in annoyance, standing up and running a hand through his dripping dark brown hair, tousling it around as snowflakes drifted from his hair and onto his armour. “You meanie.”

“C’mon, Menace,” Bloodshot chuckled as he moved to help his brother up properly, leaving Dhole to cling to Vector childishly. “You did the same thing to him yesterday, twice, in fact.”

Menace pouted but didn’t respond, lightly shoving Dice playfully before pulling his helmet over his face. The group made their way back to the camp, shrugging snow from their shoulders and dragging the white slosh, forming strange patterns.

They were joined by Frostbite and his friend Spider, a clone with shaggy black hair and glittering dark eyes. They were opposites in many ways, but got along well because. 

When they finally reached camp, the sun was beginning to disappear into the snow, in a way so brilliant and beautiful it looked like flames tamed only by the cold. While the others went to their bunks - an early start meant an early stop - Dhole stayed up to watch the sunset.

He settled on a cargo crate just underneath a cliff overhanging, watching the sky tint the snow pink. Dhole marvelled at the beauty, and even though it was harmless, he couldn’t help but think it was dangerous.

The sun - of course - was dangerous with its overwhelming, blistering heat. But the sunset itself was not.

Dhole watched softly as the sun began to seemingly disappear into the snow, staining it pink and the sky orange with waves of purple. It was a sight so beautiful he wished he could experience every day, watch as the sun slipped away and left beauty in its wake.

Something so simple, yet so marvellous.

Something Dhole so rarely got to experience.

And so he watched, as the night grew cold and his skin grew white, blue and pink, determined to watch it through his own eyes and not behind his visor.

“Hey, Vod’ika,” a voice murmured fondly, a Clone settling down to sit beside Dhole. He smiled lightly, knowing who it was without seeing the figure.

“Hello, Bloodshot,” he whispered back, bringing his knees up to the chest to resume his soft nostalgic state. 

After a minute or so of silence, the older spoke up. “What are you thinking about?” Bloodshot’s voice was gentle as he watched Dhole with a worried look.

Dhole bit his lip. He paused. “Do you ever wonder what would happen if the war ended?” The Clone wondered, watching through slight-glossiness as the sun disappeared. Bloodshot tried to hide his flinch at the word ‘if’, as if Dhole had no hope if the war would actually end.

“Not really, kid, no,” Bloodshot replied honestly. He’d always assumed he wouldn’t live to see the end.

“If it does,” Dhole murmured, and Bloodshot turned to him with an eyebrow subconsciously raised in curiosity. “I want to live on a planet like this.”

“Oh yeah?” Bloodshot prompted, and Dhole smiled.

“Yeah,” he whispered wistfully. “In a wooden hut with a clear view of the sunrise and sunset. I want to watch it every day.”

Bloodshot smiled fondly, wrapping an arm around Dhole’s shoulders. “I like that idea, Vod’ika.”

“Bloodshot?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m scared I won’t get that future,” Dhole admitted softly and Bloodshot could have sworn he heard his heart shattered, the shards scattering in his chest. 

“Oh vod’ika,” Bloodshot murmured, turning and pulling his brother into his arms. Dhole squeezed his eyes shut as a tear fell from his eye, sliding down his cheek and rolling onto Bloodshot’s neck. A gust of cold wind blew through his hair, splaying the curly wisps on his cheeks and sticking down from the tears.

“Bloodshot,” Dhole stuttered, desperate to get out his words. “I don’t want to die.”

Bloodshot sucked in a breath as his chest throbbed with the ache of his brother’s words, mourning the sunny, childish boy he’d seen only an hour before.

“I’m going to do everything in my power, to make sure you don’t,” Bloodshot whispered determinedly, wrapping the boy up tighter, clenching his teeth. “Everything.” 

They sat in the cold, snow surrounding them and eventually began to fall around them as the colours of the sunset began to fade away into darkness, the stars above shining brightly. Bloodshot felt his chest ache with sorrow and grief as Dhole’s shook with sobs, his tears turning to ice on the ground. 

Eventually, Dhole calmed down, and Bloodshot comfortingly guided him back to the barracks, where he clambered into his bunk.

“Bloodshot?” 

“Yeah?”

Dhole smiled softly. 

“If I do die, I’m glad I was your brother.”

Bloodshot smiled back, and although his chest hurt, so did his face. 

“Me too.”

“Hey, Bloodshot?”

“Yes, Dhole?”

“I didn’t tell you,” he whispered. “That cabin has a bunk for you, you and all our brothers.”

Bloodshot smiled wider, reaching over to ruffle his brother’s curls.

“Thank you, Dhole.”

“Thank you, Bloodshot.”

thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed!!!

take care of urselves!!!!

(And request, pls.)

<3!

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[fionajames]

caspian killian chapter: out soon, look out for it!!!!

*sobs*

im not even close to this chapter being done yet, and im already over 5000 words

btw, this fic is going to be called 'Ghost Hunters Club' so the first post will be called 'Ghost Hunters Club: Chapter I'.

Hopefully it will be out tonight but no promises! if not tonight, then defo tmrw.

(caspian killian is my sam and colby oc, for those who didnt know. a lil intro to him here)

EDIT: ITS OUT NOW, CLICK HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#sam and colby #sam and colby oc #sam golbach #colby brock #caspian killian #lookatmetaggingmyownocs #ghost hunters club