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I’m actually going to make this a two-part reply, with this one containing more writing-based blogs and the next will have art. (There’s just so many and honestly I don’t think I even found every single one that I follow!) These will be in no particular order since I went through my following list just to make sure I didn’t skip any (and if I did I’m so sorry!) I’ve linked any masterlists or other links to their works on the ones where I could find them. 

Also, disclaimer: Many of these will have ns.fw content and there are some that feature ships that some readers don’t vibe with (maulsoka, rexsoka, obimaul, obikin, clonecest, etc.) If you see something that you don’t like PLEASE do not come after me for it, I included the links so readers can decide for themselves what they want or don’t want to see.

@sithsdoinshit (this whole blog is a treasure)

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@doobiwankenooku masterlist

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@bonesaldente masterlist

@fanficsforheartandsoul masterlist

@among-the-sith masterlist

@mando-phewphew masterlist

@libradusk their works

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@milliusprime list

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@swirlynight masterlist

@the-son-of-dathomir ao3

@shadowmaat masterlist

@kaasknot ao3

@arsonistvoyager (no list yet)

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@fat-zygerrian ao3

@daphne-fandom-writing masterlist

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@ficsavagemaul list

@whirlybirbs mastertags

Learning to Cook

With Fox, requested by @jewelofmandalore also tagging @morganas-pendragons @thegoodbatch

Fox knows he’s a smart competent man. He managed to smuggle Fives underground while stealing a body out of a morgue and burning it to fake Fives’ death. He lied to a sith lord. He also then fist-fought said sith lord after finding out about the chips, but Cody and Wolffe made sure that Fox knew they thought that was simply a dumbass decision and not something they condoned. When he didn’t seem to be listening, they got Rex and Thorne in on the ‘Let’s Bash Fox’s Life Decisions Train’. 

This is another decision Fox thinks would end up on that list as he gently pokes at the stuff in the pan. The stuff that is supposed to be dinner. 

“Kriffing hells,” he mutters. He knows you’ll be home, at the earliest, in a little over two hours and while the sauce seemed to turn out ok, likely because he bought it at the store and hasn’t opened it yet, the topping in the pan definitely didn’t. “Fuck,” Fox swears again before picking his communicator and calling his vod. 

He’s not surprised at the deep scowl carved into Wolffe’s face when Fox opens the door for his vod, he swears Wolffe was in his growth tank with a scowl. Wolffe never denies that. 

“What?” Wolffe asks, then Fox watches his face soften slightly as he glances around the apartment, looking for some sort of threat or catastrophe that would dictate the kind of hectic message that he received from his batchmate. 

@thatfunkyopossum​ can I actually blame you for pushing me WAY out of my comfort zone??

word count: 467

warnings: a curse here and there, mentions of battle, references to death, an injury, mainly soft fordo

a/n: if you don’t know who captain fordo is, i highly recommend looking up the original clone wars series on youtube. he’s my favorite clone without a doubt. 

prompt: “CAPTAIN FORDO FLUFF!! LIKE AFTER A BATTLE!”

steps that are usually so light and lithe are heavy, the thud of boots bouncing off the walls.

shifting on the couch, you arch a brow as his armor clangs to the floor, helmet nearly denting the surface of the wood.

“hey love,” a smile paints your face yet dissolves as you notice the exhaustion, “tough day?”

6/6 - clone day!

AU where Star Wars takes place in a slightly kinder universe and Fives is still alive when they find Echo - cue a very emotional reunion and also me crying because clone brothers oh god

pairing: fives  x  reader

summary: in the wake of Fives’ death, you meet an unlikely friend.

warnings: I went with the timeline where he still died RIP

a/n: oh, god lovelies. I am so, so sorry for what’s to come. after Empathy, I didn’t expect to put this boy through any more pain, but here we are. I have no excuse other than the fact that as sad as Fives’ last episodes are, they were so creatively inspiring, down to his tiniest facial expressions. I don’t know what it is with Fives, perhaps it’s his heartbreaking fate? but he just gets all the angst flowing. buckle up and bring out the tissues. if this doesn’t turn you away from my writing, here’s my masterlist and taglist.

In the middle of the first day you spend out of bed since the funeral, you receive an unexpected visitor.

It hadn’t been an actual funeral. Clones died left and right every day, and not only would the numbers be massive to have a ceremony for each one, but the Republic didn’t exactly recognize the value of individually honoring soldiers who had finished serving the only purpose they had, at least to the government. You, on the other hand, had needed one. Demanded it.

It had just been a small group of the people that had known how much you’d meant to Fives — how much he’d meant to you. Rex had held you tight as you released a lantern to the sky, just like how they did on so many of the planets that Fives had promised you’d see one day. You’d always imagined that he’d come home to take you eventually.

At the sound of movement outside your door, you listen closer, finding some gladness within you that you’d forced yourself to shower earlier. Slipping the towel from its twist atop your head, you check to see if the fabric had been muffling the visitor’s approach.

You know it’s not any of the boys. They’re set to ship out again that evening, and even if they had gotten a couple rare free hours to drop by and check in, they’d have commed you first.

Now he’s just an angry baby who needs Papa Plo Koon to put him down for a nap. 

Got this idea from @suddenly-clones's idea of what Fox looked like. I just had to do it because I absolutely adore my boy Fox. He deserves love too.

And finally, I've written a longer fic.

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You stood in front of Fox, your love, with your hands grasping both of his. The room was completely silent, neither of you saying a word. The only noise that could be heard throughout the room was yours and Fox's quiet breathing. He didn't want to be the one to speak first, and you weren't entirely sure what to say.

You looked into his darked T-shaped visor, a bit covered by the sun blocker as his head was tilted downwards, fixed on your hands intertwined with his. He was refusing to take off his helmet, and it worried you. You weren't force-sensitive, but you could feel the mix of emotions radiating off Fox. Emotions of shame and fear, among other negative emotions of the same category, and it broke your heart. You didn't like seeing him upset.

"Fox." You spoke his name gently. Someone was going to have to break the silence sooner or later, even if you still didn't know what to say.

He said nothing. The only reaction you got out of him to let you know he heard what you said was the slight lift of his head. He lifted it up enough where you could now fully see the visor, and you assumed he could fully see your face as well.

"My darling..." You spoke, your voice barley above a whisper. You watched as his head dipped back down, away from you. "What's wrong?"

Still, you got no verbal response. You watched his head move up to look back at you for a fleeting moment, before quickly looking away somewhere else. You had no idea what happened, but you knew it must've been something bad for him to be acting like this.

Fox wanted to give you a response. He really did. He didn't want to just keep quiet like he was ignoring you, but he didn't know what to say. He could open his mouth, but no words would form on his tongue. No sounds would come out of his vocal chords. He was speechless, and not in the good way. He was afraid. Afraid of losing you, either because of what happened or because he won't give you an answer. And neither were good options.

You let go of his hands, sliding them out of his loose grasp. His hands fell down to his lap, his head sinking down further as he found his feet suddenly more interesting than everything else around you two.

"Fox, look at me." You requested gently

He complied with your request, his head slowly moving up to look at your face. You wished you could see the man underneath the helmet and the armor. You brought you hands up to the underside of his white and red helmet, with the intent to pull it up off of his head. However, before you could, Fox's hands shot up to take hold of your wrists and pulling your hands down, preventing you from lifting it up.

"No..." Were the only words that slipped past his mouth. He sounded so defeated, and it only broke your heart further. You hated seeing him like this.

"Please." You begged, wanting to actually be able to see his face. See how much damage had truly been done, and see if there was anyway you could comfort him. Even if he wouldn't speak about what was wrong.

His head tilted downwards slightly, looking away from you again. He still couldn't look at you, not with the shame he was feeling. He knows he should tell you, that everything won't be as bad as his brain thinks it will be. He knows everything won't turn out nearly as bad as his brain thinks, but he just can't find the courage to do it.

"I can't." He said, shaking his head slightly

"Fox..." You pressed lightly, not wanting to take it too far, "please?"

You heard a small sigh escape his lips. Not one of annoyance, or relief, but one of defeat. He knows you'll find out sooner or later, and that he can't hide it forever. He's already hidden it for long enough. He has to face it sooner or later. He didn't give any verbal confirmation, only the nod of his head as he let go of your wrists, his hands falling to his sides.

You lifted your hands back to the base of his helmet, gently gripping the durasteel. You lifted up the helmet off his head, immediately noticing how his eyes immediately dart away from you to look somewhere else. He couldn't even look you in the eyes. He couldn't even look at you.

You discarded the helmet to the side, immediately noticing what was the source of Fox's worry, shame, and fear. It was a new, large burn covering the bottom left side of his face, adding to his ever growing list of scars and burns. You knew he was always self conscious about the multiple scars that adorned his face, but you never knew they could ever affect him this much. As if your heart was broken enough, knowing this only broke it further. You absolutely hated to see him like this. You never wanted him to be sad. Only happy, because that's what he deserved.

You brought your hand up to the burn, and he made no move to stop you. You gently rubbed your thumb over the now red, scarred flesh. It was warm.

"Is this what you were scared over?" You asked gently

Fox didn't say anything, only nodded a little. He still refused to look at you. The wall was much more interesting.

You smiled a small bit, knowing exactly what he needed. You leaned down to gently kiss his forehead, afterwards sitting down next to him on the bed so you could pull him closer to you. You drew different shapes into his red, ginger hair.

"You should know by now that a little scar isn't going to change how I feel about you, love." You said

Throughout this entire conversation, he finally met your gaze for the first time. His golden brown eyes held a bit of disbelief in them, as if he didn't believe what you were saying, "You're...not disgusted or repulsed by it?"

"Of course not." You reassured him, "I still think you're as dashing and handsome as ever."

"Do you really mean that?" He asked quietly, a bit scared of what your response could be. He still wasn't fully convinced.

"Of course..." You said, leaning down and leaving a few kisses along his new scar, "I love everything about you." You ran your fingers through his hair, reaching up to leave a small kiss along his hairline. "I love your cute, ginger hair..." after, your reached down a placed a kiss along the two faded scars, "I love every single scar on your skin." Then, you reached down to hold his hand, placing a kiss on top of the hand piece (he was still in his armor), "I love your hands, because they're warm to hold. I love every single part about you, and I can keep going on if you want." You said, looking up at your flustered lover from all the praise you gave him

"Oh, and there's one more thing." You said, sitting up fully, placing your hands along both his cheeks once you did

"What is it..?" He asked, a bit of fear still inside of him as he looked at you

"Just that I also love those wonderful lips of yours, because it let's me do this."

You then captured his lips with yours in a kiss, pouring all of your love for him into the kiss. He quickly melted into your kiss, deepening it as he pulled your body close to his. Once you pulled away, you leaned your forehead against his, a small smile gracing your features. Any thoughts of fear or shame went completely out the window for Fox. All his focus was on his beautiful lover in front of him, a small bit of guilt inside him for ever thinking you would ever leave just because he got a new scar.

"Thank you." He said, enveloping you into a hug, "I love you." He added, but quieter

Author’s Note: My brain clicked on for a while today, so I spent a few hours putting this together. Hopefully it’s not trash.

Warnings: Mature language

He has decided it’s about time you know how he feels. Or maybe he just needs to get it off his chest. After all, tomorrow isn’t promised to anyone. Especially not him. Even if it caused some underlying pain, wasn’t it worth it to know love? Right? He isn’t so sure, but his mind is made up. He’s going for it.

//tfw when you manage to throw a straight up paintball fight in the mess with your not-so-jedi superior- also a minute of silence for those three because they’re gonna be scubbing the mess with their toothbrushes… 

also, we know you’re guilty too Fives