Omfg Yes

Omfg yes

A dumb comic about Grievous’ collection~

I'm gonna add a shitload more to a few of these chapters *evil cackle*

Ya know I was trying to keep these chapters to a max of like 2000 words each... Then I go add like another 2000 to one of them....

FUCK IT NEVER LIMIT YOURSELF

Lol I always get a character that's a mentor or teacher on these things.

No pressure tags! @ellajean663 @padawanlost @poeticandors @cassianserso @gabrielewolffe @the212thsbitch

Captain Rex

So I thought this would be a fun challenge for my fellow Star Wars gals and guys. I mostly read a lot of Anakin smut so I was like ooo who does he see as ‘reader’ and it came out horribly wrong 😂 don’t go into this with my mind set.. or do, your chose! 🤷🏻‍♀️💞✨

Link: https://www.starwars.com/news/quiz-which-star-wars-the-clone-wars-character-are-you

I’m tagging: @chokemeanakin @anakinswhore @anakinsjuice @anakinishotdoe @quigonsdefiance @snips-n-skyguy0501 @starlightkenobi

I knew I was gonna get Poe because I picked the droid and the xwing lol

No pressure tags @galacticproblems @generalfinnpoe @poeticandors @212th-attack-battalion @x-wingwarriorbbpoe8

i got lost in a buzzfeed haze and came across this quiz and i might just scream because

i will forever regard this as one of my biggest accomplishments 💅🏽✨ (kinda kidding, kinda not.) i guess poe and i are official now 🤷🏽‍♀️

no pressure tags because i wanna see what you guys get: @arkofblake @asianravenpuff @darksideofclarke @bookbandobssessed @beyoncesdragon @unstoppableforcce @poe-damnnn-eron @yougottakeeponkeepinon @jediforce @kaminobiwan @blacksquadron-rougetwo @writefightandflightclub @anakinswhore​ @poeticandors​ @starryeyedstories​ @arabellathorne​

creators and non-creators of a fandom just vibing ✌🏻💗

Part 2 !!!

Fox and Mouse Finale 2/2

Chapter 14

Part ½ can be found here

Characters: Commander Fox x Mouse (reader), and more Jedi/clones/politicians than you can shake a stick at.

Summary: Yearning and Fluff and SMUT! Oh my! 

Rated: M 18+

A/N: Ladies and Lads this is it! A chapter so stupid long it required it be split in two pieces. I’m not going to make you wait and I’ll be posting both this evening. I’m feeling really sentimental because this is the longest thing I’ve ever written and completed. I couldn’t have done it without y’all. Your support and comments have helped me get through the tough periods of writing and the stress in my life as of late. This is for you guys! Thank you. I love you!

Special thanks as always to @skdubbs and @crimson-dxwn for being there to listen to me and help me every step of the way. You are both absolutely amazing!

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Fox’s head is reeling, but he feels like he’s holding it together well. He’s pretty sure she can’t feel the shaking in his hand as she takes it and drags him to his feet. Her smile is soft and comforting. It’s home. Mouse is home.

His bucket is left on to rest on the blanket as she leads him through the grass. Wildflowers press into the plates of his armor, leaving yellow smears of pollen in their wake. Mouse looks over her shoulder as they go. Fox wonders if she feels the same way he does, like this is all a dream that will be over the second he wakes. That he’s desperate to stay under its sway just a little while longer.

“Come on Al’verde,” she teases, “I feel like I’m dragging a ton of duracrete. Pick up your feet.”

Fox yanks her hand and she stumbles back toward him, hands colliding with his chest as she breaks into a fit of laughter so honeyed and sweet it would make the bees jealous. She rolls up onto the balls of her feet and kisses his chin, then the tip of his nose. If the boys could see him now, grinning down at her like a fool in love, like a man who didn’t have the weight of a thousand suns on his shoulders.

“Stop trying to distract me. I told you I want to show you something,” she says, pulling away before he can get his lips on hers.

She leads him toward the small pool of water he’d passed coming to find her, where twin waterfalls keep the water bubbling and a fine mist of droplets in the air. They cling to her hair and weigh down the thin fabric of her dress, highlighting the soft curves he was denying himself.

“Where are you taking me, little Mouse?”

She doesn’t answer, instead flashing that enigmatic smile again and leading him to a rock wall that shot up suddenly from green pasture and up into the sky. The sound of water is loud, not quite deafening but definitely distracting. Mouse lets loose his hand and slips in between a gap in the slab wall. He is a far bigger fan of his cyar’ika than he is of tight spaces, but it still gives him a moment’s hesitation, finally broken by her teasing voice calling his name.

It’s dark, damp with moisture clinging to the walls that press in on him, but again, before they begin to close in around him, he hears her voice call to him and he follows it like a beacon. In reality the passage is short and opens quickly into a larger cavity. Light spills in and his eyes have barely adjusted before Mouse is pressing into him. Fox stumbles back a half step and laughs as he leans down, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close. Mouse rests her head against his shoulder as he takes in his surroundings.

“I found it my first week here” she says softly. He nearly doesn’t hear her over the sound of rushing water. It wasn’t a true cave so much as it was an alcove behind one of the twin falls. “The flow has eased off as the rains have. When I first came I couldn’t even hear myself think. I think maybe that’s what I liked about it.”

Fox knows the feeling well, remembers throwing himself into his work to try to forget.

“Did it help?” Work hadn’t helped for him, nor had sparring with Hound, hitting the blaster range with Ryk, or any of the other half dozen things he’d done to push thoughts of her away.

Mouse offers him a sad smile before turning and walking toward the edge of the cave and reaching out letting water splash over her finger tips. “No.”

He can’t hold her gaze. Instead his eyes rove, search for something to focus on other than her and the feeling of failure that wells up on him. Mouse hadn’t been the only explorer to find the secret cave. Names are etched into the rock walls. Sets of initials added together, hearts and promises and small bits of flowery poetry of different ages. Generation upon generation of infatuations, puppy loves, lust, and tenderness written into stone for all eternity.

“Fox? You’re doing it again, aren’t you?”

The nearness to the falls has only made the cling of fabric to her skin worse. The pale blue is nearly sheer in parts and Fox tries not to focus on the way it sticks to her legs, outlines their shape. “Do what?”

“Feeling bad for me? Feeling bad for you? Take your pick.” Her voice is teasing but her eyes belay the seriousness underlying her words. “Don’t. It’s as easy as that, right? Just stop.” She beckons him with a small wave of her fingers.

“Come here so I can show you what’s so special.”

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