Coriolis Effect- pt.3 "Something on Your Mind?"

A/N: As always... I'm begging for reblogs. It really helps out 💕

Dutch would start and end work just a few minutes early, leaving her plenty of time to get to the mess hall for ‘breakfast’ and ‘dinner’ which consisted of the same five meals that were on constant rotation throughout the cycle. After swallowing down whatever food she could stomach, she’d head back to her office and do more paperwork, or just retire back to her quarters when her day had just been too stressful. She liked having a more scheduled day, and it made her feel a little better knowing that there was at least one person on Kamino who appreciated that she left work at a certain time of day. Although her schedule allowed for a little better grip on reality, and a better handle on what day of the week it was, she still wasn’t benefitting in the form of sleep. Or a halfway decent attitude for that matter… But it seemed like everyone on the rainy planet was in a bad mood.

To her knowledge Crosshair had used the range hall almost every night since she’d given him her access card, and strangely enough he always seemed to leave something just a little out of place. Sometimes it was one of her datapads, moved from the table she always left them on to a crate just off to the side; Or even her lip balm hidden just out of eyesight underneath a folder of physical reports. Most often though, she found his toothpicks scattered at the back of the room. Just in one particular spot, every morning she’d come in to find at least six broken and shredded picks scattered in a little semi-circle just around six feet or so away from the wall. And after a few minutes of examination, she could picture the scene of him lying there. An image of his feet pressed against the back wall and a determined look on his face popped up when she’d take the time to pick up after him. Occasionally he’d leave a few unused ones on her table like he’d thought she might want one. However she’d not found it in herself to do more than stare at the little pointed sticks and think long and hard about whether or not she wanted to put on in her own mouth or just let him chew her up instead.

Crosshair has an oral fixation… Duchess could only blush at the thought, wondering what had sparked such an unusual habit.

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Artistic liberties where taken (I’m gay and wanted to draw buff women in tank top).

But yk Dutch is hot so it works! I want to draw more of her (or at least my interpretation of her) but for now here’s the sketch I did to get some ideas out on paper. Mostly the Dutch braids, red hair and outgrown silver hair. Anyways read this fic it cured my depression from the end of season two

Duchess is owned by @uponrightful

OH MY GOD. YOU DREW HER??? 😭😭😭🤍

Everything is BEAUTIFUL! The hair, the facial expression…. And your art style is dope! 🥰

Thank you so much for sharing this with us 🤍

Coriolis Effect - pt. 17: “Arrangement of Operations”

A/N: Well, what can I say? Other than the fact I can't keep a consistent schedule? Hopefully this doesn't disappoint. More action will be coming soon. This was just a rough transition chapter for me and I had a difficult time trying to tie together everything I want to. I've been dreading these last few arcs here since the first chapters I drafted out. Still some plot twists, spice, and development left to come. I'm just attempting to make sure I don't crash a burn at the end of this work.

I do have some little one-shot blurbs coming as well... Hopefully in the next day or two. Nothing great. But it's about one of the more... well-known pilots. I'm hoping to make him my next full-length fic. If you're interested let me know.

Anyways. That's all for now.

Much Love,

Rightful 🤍

Mission details.  

Secrecy. 

Frustration beyond management.

Everything was coming to a head.

It felt as if everyone in the war room was holding their breath. Waiting for the final hour to finally admit that Kenobi’s plan was downright dangerous, and everything hinged on the gut-feeling that the compromise on Geonosis hadn’t been discovered yet. No outside help. Recon for outside information was a far stretch at best. And the 212th -despite sitting in on most of the mission briefs- weren’t even going to be making the trip for the gala event anyways. Echo had never found himself feeling quite this out of place amongst a group of Captains, Commanders, Sergeants, and Generals. 

Cody stood at the far end of the war room table with an almost permanent look of pensiveness creasing the crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes. Staring down at the holomap and surrounding information on digital displays covering the room. At his side was General Kenobi looking as cool and collected as ever. Not nearly as concerned as he should be. However Echo had a sneaking suspicion that he was just damn good at shielding his apprehension. After all, the mission itself felt like something that the other general in the room -Anakin- would’ve dreamed up on the fly less than one parsec away from a battle zone. Even. The younger Jedi was asking a lot of questions that normally never got asked. Echo had personally seen Anakin fly into danger without batting an eye. However as he got the chance to examine General Skywalker, there was a tinge of… hesitation floating in his eyes. Even Rex, who’d decided to take up a post next to him radiated a thick feeling of nervousness. It didn’t take much to assume the tension in the air was what had Hunter grimacing and rubbing at his temples.

“I still don’t understand why we can’t have someone else go under for this,” Echo nearly growled. “Isn’t there anyone else who knows what’s going on? Or at least smart enough to be briefed on the essentials beforehand?” He paused for a moment, sighing. 

“Forgive me, Generals. I’m in no place to make demands. But I feel it would be a mistake to assume there aren’t spies on Republic payroll hired specifically for this kind of thing.”

Su cuy’gar vod!!

First, thank you for this ABSOLUTELY AMAZING CREATION!!!!!!! I will attempt to do this comment justice for all the amazing details you have put into this work.

When Batch was announced all those years ago, before we’d even seen any episode, I gravitated toward Crosshair. And then we got to see them in action and while I loved Cross, Tech took most of my heart and ran. But I’ve never stopped feeling that protectiveness toward Cross, and it’s risen exponentially as the show has progressed.

You have so eloquently written Crosshair in the way I’ve always imagined him to be. It’s that loyalty and protectiveness that I also identify with, and what also makes Dutch so near and dear to my heart as well now. I love they way you’ve written Dutch, I see the woman I want to be when I read her. Confident, intelligent, fierce, capable, loyal, loving, and protective. I would also do anything for the Batch, there is no limit to that.

I sincerely hope this gets finished at some point, I am DYINGGGGGG to see how Cross finally tells Dutch how he feels and how they both come to realize that they are stronger together and that TOGETHER is what they will always be.

Thank you sweetheart 🤍

It means the world to know you’ve appreciated it,

I truly hope come back someday before everyone loses interest…

Coriolis Effect- pt.6 "Simple Recon"

GIF by: @kybacrystal

Cheers to another -extremely long awaited- upload!

Although... I've finally got the whole story outlined! I'm so fucking excited, and I can't wait to hear your speculations for what's going to happen in the future!

Would you like to see a -blurred- picture of my post-it note wall for this story?!?

Duchess sat in the floor of her room, staring into the visor of her own helmet with gritted teeth and fisted hands that threatened to tremor with any tighter of a grip. It looked familiar, yet so foreign that she’d not been able to do more than remove it from her chest and sit it down on the floor. The textured surface made her whole body tense, but she did her best to withhold the revulsion to touching it. And it’d been far too long of a staring contest, but she couldn’t budge from her kneeling position on the floor. The black visor had transfixed her to an unending film of memories that she’d done well to ignore. What had once been a pearly white helmet, had been tinted in shades of grey and blackened carbon scoring that told a long story of her life before Kamino. A life she’d tried to forget, but let subconsciously motivate her in every decision she did.

Chipping grey paint -just centered between the brow lines- had once taken the shape of two blasters with their barrels crossed. Hand-painted lines that had been done on a gunship right after a successful mission. It was callback on her first nickname; The one her boys had given her. That paint had been their idea of making her ‘part of the squad’ and it was one of many treasured recollections that helped soothe the nightmarish memories away. Therefore her dueling pistols had become a symbol of her namesake that they’d found just as much humor as truth in. Dutch could remember how happy she’d been to get her name that day. One little image, and a name aside from her given one had made all of the difference in her life at the time.

Okay I forgot how compelling this shit is. Like this is actual published book quality plot. All the details are so immersive!!

Thank you darling 🤍

Just in time for fall, some art for @uponrightful of their amazing commandos- the pod brothers of Phantom Squad!!! Thank you so much for trusting me with your boys, I simply love them 🥹🥹 I’m eagerly awaiting more of these handsome fellas’ storyline, go check out Coriolis effect and Phantom Squad Extras to read all about them!!

Click the image for better quality and transparent version under the cut!!

Couldn’t have asked for anyone else to have brought my boys to life 🥰 You’ve put so much work into this, and I can’t wait to work with you again! 🤍🤍

Commander Wolffe in Star Wars: The Clone Wars, 4.05 ‘Mercy Mission’

Bad Habits

Summary: You can try to break your bad habits all you want but somehow you always end up here, with Fives.

Pairing: Fives x AFAB!Reader

Warnings/Tags: 18+ *MINORS DNI*, This is pretty much just pure smut (PiV, oral, face-fucking, fingering), Soft dom!Fives, Dom/Sub dynamics, Mention of safeword, Language, Drinking/Alcohol use, Toxic dynamics/Controlling behavior, Fluff ending, Brief appearence by Crosshair

Word Count: 5000

A/N: “Bad Habits” by Ed Sheeran has lodged itself in my brain and it won’t leave. So, like Fives, I’ve decided to make my problems into everyone else’s problems. 

Almost no actual song references. Just a smutty lil piece about being addicted to another human. Also, I h/c that Fives likes control. It helps him push back against the fear and the feeling that the rest of the galaxy views him as just a number. Likes, comments, reblogs and feedback are always so appreciated!

Ao3

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havoc marauder is a cool name, Tech is so proud of his babygirl

Here's a few photos for the SW clone wars fan artists here on Tumblr:

"Hey Fives - ... I got a big headache."

I want it to be known I was looking for a specific gif under the phrase "tent sex" (For a future fic lol) and THIS GIF OF WOLFFE POPPED UP LMAO. So now I'm thinking of tent sex with Wolffe.

Welp here it is @valkeakuulas … the other half of the summer doodle request you sent in: “Echo Fives and cocktails”

This one got away from me and is just a tad more than a doodle 😅

Wonder what they’re talking ‘bout