Rikki36Tired all the damn time
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an actual photo from Toji and Mamaguro’s wedding, i know cause Shiu and I took it 🙂↕️
my crime is loving fyodor, my punishment is explaining bungo stray dogs
original template
Woodstock troopers, Fives and Echo reporting for duty!
Couple of Captains
I had a fun little idea that the string necklace/bracelet they’re wearing were made from their significant other. Whether that be from You or whoever 😌
Was inspired to draw this from all the requests I got for Rex and Howzer! (Some in which specifically asked for them shirtless, you sloots 😏)
Thank you for the tag @swcowgal ! 🩷
This is always a loaded question for me but the it has to look like this for me 😭
I tag really…anyone I don’t have many friends here oop
I've decided to make a chain/tag game! (although anyone can join)
*takes deep breath*
WHO'S YOUR TOP CLONE-CRUSHES?!
I'll start
Rex
Howser
Kix
Jesse
Fox
Tags (np): @wolffegirlsunite @sunshinesdaydream @commander-sunshine @cloneloverrrrr
Continuing my “clones should be power rangers” redraw agenda
regular Fox's days
inspired: https://twitter.com/fivesdarlin/status/1707091865596543360?t=zclC5nMP3PrPDwehYZP9Ag&s=19
Remembering the one Hades and Persephone fanfic retelling I read where the author had clearly never eaten a pomegranate in their life and just had the character in the Persephone role take a bite out of the side like an apple
Did Hunter catch a mermaid or did J’lena catch a pirate??
Emmy said I should write about J’lena in this dress and Hunter on his knees. So I did 😌 everyone say THANK YOU EMMY. (Nothing toooo risqué but there’s an air of intimacy)
J’lena purses her lips, as she studies her reflection in the vanity mirror. She turns this way, then that, watching the dress flow with her movements. In one light, the sheer silk appeared pink, but in another, almost purple. That was the trick of Ulserian silk.
The dress by all means was not flashy, but rather ereathal. The way it hung in sleek waves, practically translucent along her legs and chest.
J’lena almost felt demure wearing it.
“Well now,”
With a startled curse, J’lena catches Hunter’s reflection in the mirror. He leans against the balcony, helmet resting on the rail. There’s a lazy but sly grin on his face that J’lena knows all too well.
“Hunter,” She whispers, surprised by his sudden but not unwelcome appearance. She gives a quick glance at the door. Almost certain her mother would have manifested on the spot.
Without another moment to wait, she begins to move towards him. He meets her halfway.
“What are you doing here?” She asks, leaning up on her toes to pepper kisses around his face. She hears the rumble of his amused chuckle and feels as his hand rests on her hips.
“Had to come see my girl before she ships off,” He answers. His eyes begin to travel over her, slowly taking in just what she was wearing.
A slow heat begins to warm J’lena’s face at his gaze. But still, she rolls her green eyes.
“I am just going to Ulseria for Alpenglow,” She clarifies. It had been a long year for her people to fight alongside the Grand Army of the Republic to win back their freedom from the Separatists.
This Alpenglow would be used to celebrate that and remember the fallen.
“I will only be there for two rotations,” She adds.
Hunter hums in response. His fingers brush along the fabric of her dress. “Explains why you’re dressed like a princess,” He says finally.
J’lena scoffs, flicking her finger lightly against his chin. “Ulseria doesn’t have a monarch anymore,”
Hunter’s hands don't cease in their exploration of her dress. Every so often, skimming over her skin over her midriff. J’lena is not able to fight back the shiver that runs through her.
“Aren't your family descendants of Ulseria’s royals?” He asks in a low mumble, his breath by her ear.
J’lena doesn’t answer right away, trying to find her voice. She gives a small nod, her hands coming to grip onto his arms to try and slow his touches.
He does, and it’s the worst mistake J’lena could have made. Each caress leaves a wake of fire along her skin.
It’s when his lips barely brush over hers, that he speaks again.
“Then if I’m in the presence of royalty,” Hunter says thoughtfully, but J’lena could hear the obvious tease in his husky voice. “I should get on my knees,”
J’lena sucks in a sharp breath, her eyes widening slightly. She feels his body sink low against her. He’s on his knees, his eyes narrowed up at her.
“You have me on my knees, angel. Now tell me what you want.”
Her heart races and she knows Hunter can hear it as a smirk pulls at his lips.
She keeps the tremble from her hand as she lifts it. Her thumb starts to trace along his sharp jawline, feeling the beginning roughness of a stubble. At that, she finally hears him let out his own shuddering breath, his body shifting closer.
She keeps her touch agonizingly slow. A small payback. Tracing the tip of her pointer finger along the outline of his face tattoo, enjoying the low sounds that left him. His hands squeeze tightly to her hips.
J’lena hums in satisfaction, letting her thumb brush over his lips once, then twice.
“You,” She finally answers.
Hunter doesn’t wait another moment. His lips find the soft skin of her leg under her dress. J’lena’s eyes flutter shut, and her next breath carries his name.
She feels his lips leisurely make their way up along her thigh, his teeth leaving small nips here and there.
He intended to make a short night, very long. A restive whine leaves J’lena, her hands finding his hair through the slit of the dress. Her fingers tangle into them.
His hand gently presses her exposed stomach, guiding her against the vanity table. Her head rolls back against the mirror.
“Quiet, angel…” Hunter warns, his voice barely above a growl.
J’lena only has a chance to cover her mouth as he drapes one of her legs over his strong shoulder and his lips move higher.
Let’s celebrate September with a cozy Fives ♥️
The Greg’li brainrot is SO SUPER REAL, y’all!! I had to write them! Oak’li belongs to @swcowgal who is a treasure for sharing her with us!!! 🩷💕💖
His eyes find her in an instant.
He swears his legs cannot move fast enough towards her. Her back is towards him, but there is no mistake in the long golden tresses of her hair, or the shape of her body that he has come to know so well.
“Caf, Captain?”
Gregor stops suddenly to avoid crashing into one of his brothers that seemed to just appear. He gives them a quick grin and shake of his head. “Ah, no thanks. I’m good.” He declines, side stepping.
She’s still in her spot, and he can see her a bit better as he comes closer, and closer…
“Vod! That was one of your best rescues yet.”
Gregor whips around as another trooper clasps a hand on his shoulder, all but forcing him to turn around and face this. His grin is starting to hurt as Gregor forces it to stay on. “Thanks, mate.” He says, trying to walk away.
“How about some caf?” They call after him. Gregor only waves and turns around.
She was gone.
Again, he comes to a stop. His eyes scan around the room before his grin slowly falls into a frown. It doesn’t last too long. A gentle touch on his arm makes him look over to see Oak’li smiling up to him. A steaming cup of caf in her hand.
“Glad to see you made it back to me in one piece, Gregor.” She says, her voice laced with teasing. But relief at seeing him safe was evident in her blue eyes.
Gregor’s smile comes back, “For you, darling? Every time.” He promises, with a carefree wink. He chuckles at the slight blush that colors her freckled cheeks. “Is that caf for me?” He asks, as his arm comes around her waist.
At that, Oak’li’s eyes roll with a scoff. “I’m pretty sure two of your brothers offered you some caf beforehand. What makes mine so different?” She asks, walking away from the small crowd with him. Her body leans against his comfortably, and she lifts the caf to him.
“You just said it yourself, gorgeous” Gregor points out.
Finally when they're away and alone, his lips find hers in a kiss. A kiss that both could only dream of sharing in the past few days of missing one another, one that said all the words they couldn’t in that moment. One that left them just a bit breathless at the end of it.
Gregor holds her close, feeling Oak’li press her head to his shoulder. “It’s from you,”
more clones more clones more clones
another beautiful OC from another friend! j'lena baby girl 🫶🏼 @fivesdarlin
i couldn't choose who to draw her w, so i did both hunter & tech hehe
Just a short blurb with J’lena (and some Oak’li towards the end, cause I’m a sucker for her). No editing, we post like men.
J’lena believes she could count on one hand the times dinner in the Deai house did not involve a stranger. Be it a senator, prime minister, hell, even royalty have graced the lengthy table that lined the lavish dining room. While the meals were warm, and the smiles and chatter were friendly enough, there was always a kind of empty cold that hung in the air.
Tonight was no different.
This time it was her father’s business partner. An obnoxiously boisterous man with his equally obnoxious son. Who seemed to inch closer and closer to her as dinner carried on. J’lena believes she can also count on one hand the times her father genuinely laughed and smiled just as he did now.
“Look at that, Deai…” Her father’s partner gets out between tipsy chortles. It seems the Chandrilan wine was finally getting to him after four glasses. “The future of the Deai and Velmic Shipbuilding,” He says motioning between his son, Gert, and Jayven.
From his spot J’lena’s brother hides an exasperated sigh in a long drink of his wine. It takes only a moment for him to plaster on a rictus. “A drunkard and a…,” His eyes drift to the young man at J’lena’s side. “Letch” He cheers drily. J’lena bites back a laugh.
They both ignore the glare they feel their mother fixes their way.
The man barely seemed to take any note of Jayven’s jab and turns his attention back to the father, rambling on again about stocks soaring ever since the start of the war. ‘How grand for business, this war!’
J’lena clutches her fork and knife tightly. Her face remains perfectly impassive, even as anger burns under her skin.
“Pretty nasty scar you got there…”
J’lena feels Gert’s breath by her ear. The long and jagged scar now faded on the right side of her face seemed to prickle painfully at his words. Her green eyes flick towards him, narrowing slightly.
Gert only moves closer. His hand daringly finds its way to her thigh. J’lena breathes in slowly and counts.
“I can be willing to overlook that blemish, if you-” Gert cuts off with a pained gasp. Upon glancing down he sees a fork planted firmly on his hand. It’s prongs threatening to break his skin at any moment. J’lena keeps her hand steady, through her grip remained so tight around the fork, her knuckles turned white.
“Do not touch me,” J’lena warns in a hiss, a bright smile on her lips to ward off any suspicious looks from the others. Gert promptly removes his hand, wincing at the scratch he still got from the fork.
Without much pageantry, J’lena tosses the fork back onto the table with a clatter and stands, making sure her seat scraps loudly against the marbled floor. She smiles at the winces that everyone makes and relaxes as attention is turned to her.
“I’m quite full and I should like to be excused,” She states, rounding the table not waiting for either of her parent’s approval.
Gert speaks as he fumbles to stand, “Should I escort-”
“Gert,” Jayven cuts in. “I doubt my sister needs help finding her room in her own house,” He remarks coolly.
The slamming of her bedroom door from the next floor echoes through the house.
*
“And I just want to rip that poor excuse of a mustache off his face!”
Oak’li’s hologram image grins, “Jeez, Lena, sounds like you might hate this guy,” she jokes.
J’lena groans, dropping her head against the pillows. “Hate is not strong enough of a word,” She grumbles, rubbing a hand over her eyes. Oak’li chuckles. “Please tell me you’ll be back on Coruscant soon, love. I am going to go insane.” J’lena sighs.
“Two more days, hon.” Oak’li promises. J’lena sits up with a pout, gazing at her best friend. “Then I promise, we’ll have a proper girls night. We can even vandalize that creep’s speeder.” She says with her winning smile, tapping her fingertips together in a scheming manner.
J’lena lets out a small laugh before falling into a peel of laughter. Oak’li joins along. Their goodbyes takes another good hour before they finally end their transmission. It was the first time this week J’lena actually felt happy.
Laying back, her mood only brightens more as her data pad flashes with the alert of a transmission message.
Sent from Hunter.
Cowboy Cody is trying to seduce you with his eyes
SENATOR RIYO CHUCHI THE BAD BATCH | 2.07