Just Got This In The Mail With Stickers Omg I'm Going Insane He's So CUTE!!!!!!!!!!

just got this in the mail with stickers omg I'm going insane he's so CUTE!!!!!!!!!!

I will cherish him forever <3 <3

Sharpie Fives doodle oop

gonna start saying 'I am in touch with my emotions. slay!' as an affirmation from now on

DAY ONE

Rating: General - No Warnings Apply Relationships: Pretty much just platonic with mentioned Foxiyo Genre: Crack Word Count: 1K Prev | Next A/N: Part of the Fives State of Mind Universe. Read Ask Fives in my pinned post or on AO3 for context! Not beta read but I'd like to think if there are any typos, it was intentional on Fives' part given the form this fic is in.

The esteemed advice columnist Fives has taken some time off work to move into his new home. However, he cannot keep away from the pen for too long. Follow a week in the life of Fives through diary entries as he tries to figure out how to live with four Tauntauns while balancing clone rebellion logistics and organising a housewarming party.

Day one of world domination

Dear Diary,

I heard that all the cool kids keep a diary (not a journal) so they can track important life events. Since I’m going to become super famous (I’m already a famous advice columnist but I’m gonna be even more famous), I thought I may as well start working on my autobiography. After all, if someone is going to write about me and make credits off it, it may as well be the man, the myth, the legend itself. No, not Echo. ME. Mr Fivesalicious.

I like to call it peak multitasking - making credits, preparing for my future, and taking time out for self-care. If one is to give advice to the galaxy and guide it into glory, he must also make sure his personal life is glorious too. My mental health is top priority. I think if we were taught on Kamino to communicate our feelings, half of our problems would be fixed.

Well, maybe not half. More like a small portion. But the point stands - I am in touch with my emotions. Slay!

Bob (my precious smol shy baby boi Tauntaun) is currently snuggled up on my lap and fast asleep. I just moved into my new house and I think he took the move really hard. He really loved Hoth Dawg Ranch and they loved him. I don’t blame them. If you don’t love Bob, there is something seriously wrong with you. I’d follow him to the ends of the galaxy if he asked me.

Anyway, the sudden change of environment has been a bit of a shock. He is a bit anxious and the cooling isn’t cold enough for him. I’m going to let him sleep in my room until my sweet son gets settled in.

In the meantime, I’m working on making his floor of the house fivestastic. I’m giving him a whole floor to himself because he deserves it. There’s 6 floors in my house. One for each of my Tauntauns - Obi-Taun Kenobz, Tauntaunakin, Ahsoka Tauntauno, and Bob. Then there's one for Tup, then Echo and I are sharing because that’s been our lifelong dream. We’re gonna have bunk beds and posters on the wall and party every night! He's setting up a super sweet commlink so we can prank call Rex and Cody and Kix. He's a bit reluctant to prank call Wolffe.

I invited Rex to live with us but he said no :( I’m not sure why he refused my offer to move in with us. Why would he want to sleep in his stuffy quarters when he could have a whole floor to himself at the Fives Mansion! (Note to self: come up with a better name).

Bob’s room is gonna be painted dusty blue and Echo’s painting snowflakes on the wall. Jesse found a disco ball out the back of 79s in a dumpster and is borrowing it for Bob’s room. Tomorrow, I’m going to get some fluffy blankets and get the sound system working. I’m hoping that the playlist of ‘Ambient Noises for Tauntauns to Live To’ will help settle his anxiety. It’s really soothing. I think Captain Rexy should listen to it (I probs should have mentioned this earlier, but for context, he’s the Captain of the 501st and practically my Buir). He seems stressed all the time. Especially when I’m in the room. Funny that…

Otherwise, I didn’t really get up to much today other than renovating. The other kiddos are having fun. Obi-Taun Kenobz was sun baking with Echo when I last checked. They both refused to drink water when I offered and insisted on tea. Obi-Taun Kenobz went inside and rummaged through the cupboards and held a bunch of tea bags in his mouth. It was the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen.

Ahsoka Tauntauno was bouncing around in our trampoline room. The floor, all the walls, and the ceiling are covered in trampolines. Jesse suggested the idea and I have to say he’s got a point. He’s an icon, he’s a legend, and he is the moment.

Tauntaunakin, oh Tauntaunakin.

Tsk tsk.

He was being super duper emo FOR NO REASON like what?! And he had the AUDACITY to destroy the sunflowers Tup planted in the garden. I’m sure he has some pent up rage and anger issues. He either needs a therapist or some headphones so he can listen to heavy metal music to get his feelings out. Ideally both.

Do Tauntaun therapists exist? (Note to self: ask Echo because he is a genius and practically knows everything).

And then for some reason Tup, my PRECIOUS TUP, got out his blasters and started chasing Tauntaunakin around the garden. I think Tauntaunakin cried. How can Tup be so pure yet so ruthless? But he is such a beautiful soul. And so gentle! The sweet murderous bean is a mystery to me, one that shall take fivesever to solve.

Needless to say, Tup’s not too happy about his sunflowers. But he’s taking a nap in his hammock. I made him put on a bucket hat which was a good idea because the UV index is insane. I never thought I’d ever think about such things, but fatherhood really changes a man.

I’ll have to stop writing soon so I can make them all some sleepy time tea before I read them a bedtime story (we are currently reading Macbeth). It is their favourite part of the day. It’s also mine. They make a wonderful audience. I think I see potential in them to perform tragic plays. Obi-Taun Kenobz, Tauntaunakin, and Ahsoka Tauntauno love playing the witches. Bob prefers to just watch. The others may be born for the stage, but his artistic talent is art itself. His portraits of the Corrie Guard are otherworldly. If you need proof, dear reader from the future who is reading my autobiography diary, interview Marshal Commander Fox. Please just do it anonymously because I don't want him feeling embarrassed.

Echo suggested I write a poem to commemorate buying my first home. He’s a genius. I’ve thought about branching out into limericks. This could be the perfect chance to get in some practice (not that I need any because poetry flows through my veins). I'll have to do it later tonight.

Love,

Fives

There once was a boy called Fives

Who suddenly broke out in hives

His face was so red

I hope it won’t spread

He should hide forever in the archives

LOVE ECHO

THE MOST IMPORTANT NOTE TO SELF: Tuck the children into bed. Strangle Echo. Order Pantoran takeout.

not dramatic at all. the correct reaction to Echo in fact.

Not to be dramatic or anything, but I would die for Echo.

So what is this!? 🤷🏽‍♀️ What is this, me and Wrecker and his soul-soothing and back-cracking hugs, drawing and talking about 😂 So today you get one of my favorite Wrecker hugs and my first drawing of the one and only Captain Rex and finally… TECH 😎

Sorry, but not sorry – you have to deal with my interpretation of his hair, because I love to draw wavy hair ☺️

Have a look on the portait details! I really like to know, what Echo, Hunter and Tech are thinking in this moment. Let me know, what do you guess?

In my opinion, Echo smirks because this is maybe the first time his captain looks small 😂

Poor Rex 😁 Never gets used to hugs and maybe bone-crashing is a hurting thing too… 😀

This frame might be my favorite in this piece 😄🙏🏼 Hunter looks nearly shocked while Tech shows one of his rare little smiles!

In this artwork it’s the first time, I experimented with light on dark inverted shading and with the color pecker in Procreate, but only for the background colors ☺️ Hope you enjoy 🫶🏼

probably 5 months ago I saw an edit of plan 99 to 'o children' by nick cave and the bad seeds and I have not known peace since. I think about it everyday.

"Have you left a seat for me? Is that such a stretch of the imagination? Hey little train, wait for me, was held in chains, but now I'm free, I'm hanging in there, don't you see? in this process of elimination"

like omg when will the torment end

technical devotion, part nineteen: safety

a/n: I remembered I have a taglist this time lmao so yay. also just fyi, there's gonna be seven more chapters (after this one), which is funny to me in and of itself because this fic was originally only supposed to be like 10 chapters in entirety but... I have no chill apparently

warnings: mentions of blood & injuries, traumatic weight loss? idk what to call that

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Echo’s day so far had been particularly monotonous. Every day had been for a while now.

He had skipped breakfast after another sleepless night, instead opting to stay in Kan’s office and monitor Imperial long range comms on the off chance he heard anything about rebels or prisons or anything else that they never talked about. After hours of tuning in and not finding anything, he dragged himself to the mess, and grabbed some caf before continuing on with his previous activity.

This had been his daily routine for a few weeks. He couldn’t bring himself to do much else.

When he walked past the command room on the way back to Kan’s office, he heard people speaking in hushed voices. He turned his ear to the door with a frown, but failed to hear what they were whispering about. He opened the door, and the two people hunched over the holotable shut their mouths when they saw him, looking very caught as they switched it off.

“What’s going on?” He asked, looking between Rex and Spider as they scrambled for something to say.

“Nothing” Rex said quickly, standing up straight, “What brings you here?”

Echo gave them a sceptical look, “I heard you two… whispering”

“Ah, right” Rex rubbed his neck awkwardly, not adding any further comments.

Spider gave him a look, “I think you should just tell him Rex”

“Tell me what?” Echo frowned, stepping into the room.

Rex sighed deeply, “Please don’t be angry when I tell you this, I just wanted to make sure our intel was correct before I got your hopes up”

Echo waited patiently for him to continue, trying to quell the irritation that was already bubbling up. Rex looked to Spider and nodded for him to leave the room. When the door closed behind him, Echo was growing impatient.

“What is it?”

Rex took a deep breath before speaking, “We know where Kan is”

A range of emotions washed over Echo. He was relieved, yes, also angry like Rex had predicted, but his worry was still taking over. Knowing where Kan was didn’t make her safe.

“How?” Echo asked.

“Senator Chuchi did some digging, one of the descriptions of the prisoners matched her perfectly, so we’re pretty certain”

“How long have you known?”

“Since… two rotations ago”

“And you didn’t tell me?” Echo crossed his arms, but Rex jumped in before it could escalate.

“Look, the plan was that Spider was going to go and get her, and she’d be back here before you knew anything about it. Like I said, I don’t want to get your ho-”

“Send me instead” Echo interrupted him, his voice firm as if it was a command.

“Echo” Rex said in a sigh, rubbing his hand over his face, “Spider was an ARF in the 41st elite corps, he’s got this”

“And I was an ARC in the 501st, I’m not seeing the relevance”

“It’s not about that. You know what I mean” Rex gave Echo a pointed look.

“Rex, please” Echo begged, his tone a little desperate, “Please send me instead”

“Echo, we… we’re pretty sure it’s her, but you need to be prepared for it not to be”

“I know, I know. I just-” He looked to his feet, “Please, I- I need to do this”

Rex didn’t want to give in, he really didn’t, but the pleading, broken hearted man in front of him was a hard one to disappoint, even when he wasn’t in this state.

“Fine” Rex conceded, “But I’m trusting you to be objective about this. I don’t want you ending up captured too”

Echo nodded, “Of course”

“Alright” Rex turned the holotable back on, revealing a map, “This is the place”

Echo drew his ship out of hyperspace, the blue streaks pulling back to reveal a planet that made it seem he hadn’t even pulled the lever. The surface was painted by swirling blues, punctuated by large white clouds, and for a moment it reminded him of Pabu.

A stern voice crackled through the comms, interrupting his thoughts and demanding clearance codes for landing. Echo obliged, transmitting the codes that Senator Chuchi had acquired. He waited with bated breath as they verified the authenticity of them, and his body relaxed when they let him know he was cleared for landing.

He brought his ship into the upper atmosphere, going over the plan in his head, trying to remain calm. He’d done things like this before, it would be fine. He was prepared for Kan not to be here, but that didn’t mean that he wouldn’t scour the entire building until he was sure she wasn’t.

His ship touched down on the landing platform and he took a deep breath, opening up the door and adjusting the stormtrooper armour that he was wearing. He stepped out of the ship, his eyes scanning the platform for anyone taking note of him, of which there were only a few mechanics glancing over as they worked on other ships.

Echo walked slowly, calculated, trying not to look suspicious by rushing about. He followed the map that he'd burned into his brain, heading for the detention block of the base. He nodded to the troopers that were stood just down the hall from the door he needed to access. Ordinarily, an access card would be needed, but Echo was able to bypass that necessity by way of his scomp.

He kept glancing over his shoulder, making sure the stormtroopers were still faced away as he cracked through the door's encryption. The door zipped open, and Echo pulled out his scomp, quickly darting through the door and putting his cybernetic arm back into place.

The cells that lined the hall were only ray shielded, so he could see through and into them. He peered into every cell as he passed, his eyes narrowing in on the figures inside to identify the one he was looking for. He made it though a few corridors before he came across a cell that made him stop in his tracks.

The person inside was curled up on the bench that lined the back of the cell, their knees pressed to their chest and their head resting against the wall. Echo almost didn't recognise her. Her frame was a lot smaller than the last time he'd seen her, her skin clinging to her bones in a way that made Echo’s heart lurch.

Once he had recognised her, he immediately slammed his fist into the control panel to lift the ray shields, ripping off his helmet as he rushed inside.

“M'aira”

Echo fell to his knees in front of Kan’s rigid form, taking her face in his hands. Her eyes fluttered, but didn’t open fully, as if she couldn’t, or didn’t have the strength to.

“Who- What…?” She muttered, an edge of fear and uncertainty.

“It's Echo” He spoke gently, not wanting to frighten her. Her eyes opened a little more at that.

“Echo” She whispered, “You’re here”. She sounded relieved.

“I'm here” Echo confirmed, leaning his forehead against hers, enveloping her in his presence, his safety. “I'm going to get you out of here Cyar'ika. Can you stand?”

As he guided Kan's feet to the floor, Echo noticed a small trickle of dried blood down the side of her neck, and bruising around the tiny wound from which the blood had spilled. Echo decided to put it to the back of his mind, focusing on getting Kan out of here before he dwelled on the state she was in.

Kan’s knees crumbled beneath her as she tried to stand up, and she slumped back onto the bench.

“I’m sorry, I can’t-”

“It’s okay” Echo assured, a hand on her shoulder, “Can I pick you up?”

Kan chuckled at her own joke before she told it in a weak voice, “I don’t know, can you?”

Echo shook his head with a small disbelieving laugh escaping his lips, “Still got a sense of humour I see”

Kan shrugged a little, her eyes fluttering closed at the same time. Echo took that as his sign that it was time to go, and hooked an arm under her knees and across her back, lifting her far easier than he would have liked. She had certainly lost a lot of muscle mass, which explained why she was so weak. Once again, Echo tried not to think on it for now.

Echo promptly made it out of the cell, making his way back through the halls that he had used to find Kan. They didn't make it too far before being intercepted, but Echo wasn't going to let up until Kan was safe again. An Imperial officer was walking along the same corridor as them, and looked up from their datapad as they were about to pass by.

“What is going on?” The officer asked, utterly perplexed by seeing a stormtrooper carrying a barely conscious woman.

“Prisoner transfer, ma'am” Echo responded, his voice unwavering

The imperial frowned and gave Kan a look of what seemed to be disgust, “Why are you carrying her?”

“She doesn’t have the strength to walk, Ma'am” Echo answered her, though he was aware that this situation was certain to become more of an issue soon enough.

The officer gave him a sceptical look, “Show me”

Echo’s arms instinctively tightened a little, staring down at the Imperial through the visor of the stolen helmet.

“That's an order, trooper” She said sternly, her brow furrowing further.

“Just do it Echo” Kan whispered into his shoulder.

He grimaced under his helmet, nevertheless obliging and bending down to place Kan on the ground. She was wobbly on her feet and gripped onto Echo's arm for some stability, ending up just leaning on him to stay upright. Echo did his best not to touch her in a way that would give them away, only letting her use his body to hold herself up.

“Hm” The Imperial hummed, “Okay, pick her up. I shall escort you to your shuttle.

“That's really not necessary Ma'am” Echo countered, immediately taking Kan back in his arms.

“I'll decide what's necessary” The officer snapped back, and Echo couldn't help but wince and roll his eyes at once. He'd figure it out, he knew he would.

He followed the woman out onto the landing platform, then directed her towards his ship. She didn't say anything at first, and neither did Echo, in his mind it was all going according to plan. He was climbing the first steps into the ship when she finally spoke.

“What kind of ship is this?”

He didn't bother answering, instead pushing her back onto the platform and rushing aboard to close the door.

He placed Kan down on the bunk at the back, as gently as he could in a rush. He immediately went about getting the ship in the air, ignoring the blasterfire that was now being directed towards the ship.

He made his getaway, pushing the lever to send them to hyperspace and sitting back, abundantly relieved. He let out a long breath, rubbing his hands over his face to bring himself back to the new reality that Kan was safe. He looked back at her, his heart breaking just a little to see her sat up and looking down to her lap with a despondent expression.

She looked so different, a shell of her old, ever-cheerful self, and it was almost too much for Echo to cope with. He approached her slowly, making himself known but not trying to startle her too much, then knelt in front of her. Her eyes flicked up to his, and they looked empty, such a stark contrast to the eagerness, the life, he usually saw swimming in them.

“Oh Cyar'ika” He brought his hand up and gently stroked her face with his thumb, “What did they do to you?”

Kan didn’t respond, and looked down to her fiddling hands, feeling a little embarrassed of the state she was in.

“M'aira?”

She then turned and laid down in the bunk, facing away from him and staring out of the back window. Echo sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed and bringing his hand to her arm to gently rub it back and forth, reminding her that he was there, that she was safe. He could feel her relaxing more and more under his touch, and when it seemed that she had reached the point of sleeping, he took his hand away.

Kan reached out and grabbed his hand, “Don't leave”

Echo’s heart ached at how small she sounded.

“I’m not” He reassured her, squeezing her hand gently before taking it away again.

Echo stood up and went about noiselessly removing his armour, his eyes never leaving Kan as he stacked the pieces on the floor next to the bed. Once he was stripped down to his blacks, he laid down behind her. He could see how rigid she was, and continued to stroke her arm.

“You're safe, Cyar'ika, you can relax” He murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

He once again felt her body ease under his hand, though this time she turned to look at him. Her eyes searched his for a moment, some unknown emotion fighting its way out to reach for him.

“Thank you for coming to get me”

Echo gave her a small smile as he brushed some hair from her face, “Of course M'aira, I'm just sorry it took so long”

Kan let her mouth form a small smile to mirror Echo's expression, just as a violent shiver wracked her body.

“Are you cold?” Echo asked immediately.

Kan nodded.

“Come here” Echo gave no room for argument, and pulled her body into his.

Kan relaxed immediately, the feel of Echo's body pressed against hers confirming that she was safe, that he was really here.

“You're always so warm Echo” She muttered into his chest, which brought a fond smile to his face.

He held her even closer, burying his face in her neck and taking in the scent that he had been missing for months. Kan did the same thing, taking in his presence in every way she could, gripping at his clothing with one hand, the other placed over his chest to ground herself to his heartbeat.

“I've missed you so much”

Echo's heart ached at the cracking of her voice, “I've missed you too Cyar'ika”

Kan lifted her head to look up at him again, “You keep saying that, Cyar'ika, it's Mando'a isn't it?”

“Oh” Echo blushed a little at getting caught, having been only half conscious of himself using it in the first place, “Yeah, it is”

“What does it mean?” Kan asked.

Echo cleared his throat, “It's like… sweetheart, or darling”

Kan let out a contented hum, her head coming to rest against his chest again. “I like it” She asserted, turning it over in her mouth again, “Hm. Sounds better when you say it”

Echo's chest filled with warmth, his heart feeling full, almost bursting at the seems as Kan fell asleep in his arms. This time, he'd make sure that's where she'd stay.

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