Me With The Word Gaze

Me with the word ‘gaze’

Another down, two more to go 😮‍💨

Sorry if most of the people who asked to be tagged are only interested in the animations, yet still get tagged, but i just want yall to experience the whole package i guess haha. But i'm trying my hardest to deliver, but at the same time i also gotta get the posters over with as soon as possible lol. But they're coming!!!

You can check out the models from a closer look here

Clone Force 99

501st

Coruscant Guard

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This may be in his dream…

…to be honest, I just wanted to dress him in Ferrixian formal attire😍

Just a little snippet of a fanfic I’ll be posting within the next two days🫣 turns out it’s going to be a 3-4 parter as I’m incapable of writing 2 part stories :) (it’s gonna get angsty before it gets smutty)

It’s a Rex x reader x fives because they’re my baby girls <3

It still needs to be edited (for the 50th time) but it will be out soon !!

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He moved the strand away, gently tucking it behind your ear, as best as it would go anyway.

"You're gorgeous, cyar'ika." His words came out as a whispered prayer, his gaze so tender and loving and devoted as he caressed your cheek with his knuckles.

It was as if your brain short-circuited again; your mouth parted, your eyes widened just the slightest, and your heartbeat was now racing a thousand miles per hour. Your breath was caught in your throat, and your mouth suddenly felt dry. Was this normal? Were you panicking or were you blushing? Were you going crazy? What was happening?

"F- Fives..." You whispered, your grip on his chest tightening. You never expected those words to come from him, or anyone at all. They weren't meant for you. But if so, why did they make you so happy? So ecstatic and why did he make you swoon so hard?

He leaned his face a tad closer, just enough for you to feel his breath fanning over your lips.

You could feel his warmth, it was comparable to the sun itself. It rode in your veins, searing into every nook and cranny of your being, it had your blood bubbling up in excitement the longer he looked at you. You were just a small planet orbiting his sun, being pulled in closer and closer until all you could feel was the heat and the burn of him.

His tongue darted out to lick at his bottom lip, ridding it of dryness and discomfort.

But that small action had you going wild, absolutely wild. Feral, even. In that split moment, your gaze flickered to his lips, eagerly watching the muscle before it flickered back, his eyes watching you intently.

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THE LITTLE TOESSSSSSSSSS- THIS IS SO CUTE IN GIGGLING AT 1AM😭😭😭😭😭😭

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“Dear Force,” he prays. Threatens. He’s arriving at the bargaining stage from left to catch it off guard. “Have I not suffered enough?”

“Mrrrrp!”

“Quiet over there, I’m trying to reach a mystical entity.”

“Myam!”

“Thanks, Ponds. Knew I could count on you.”

Sitrep. Cody’s currently trying to take a nap. It is not going well.

“Why didn’t you turn into shrimp or something easy,” he mutters, shoving the pillow up with his shoulder.

He’s had an incredibly long night in the Jedi Archives trying to help find texts that might help his batchmates turn back into the humanoid assholes they are.

“Mrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.”

“Watch the hair, Wolffe.”

Wolffe chooses to ignore him, naturally. He continues impersonating a broken speeder and kneading Cody’s head.

Bly is— “Meep!” - still stuck behind Cody’s back.

Right. Nap.

His head kind of slumps back with the sigh, the stress flowing out of his shoulders like water down a stream—

There’s a rustling. One of them jumps on the couch, it seems.

Silence.

Cody deigns to open one eye and watches as Ponds drags a Jedi robe onto the backrest before nesting in it in quick, efficient moves.

“Is that General Windu’s,” he asks as if he actually wants to know.

As an answer he gets a stuck up tail and a frankly unnecessary view of his brother’s butthole before limbs, tail, and head are tugged into the fluffy ball of fur.

Alright. Time to close his eyes again.

Crossing his arms, he wriggles around until he’s - “Meep?!” - comfortable. Wolffe is still kneading, Bly is fighting a cushion, Ponds is living Cody’s dreams by being asleep and snoring—

“If you stick your tongue into my ear again, I’ll shoot you into orbit, Fox.”

“Rrya?”

“Yeah yeah, come here, you fool.”