proper intro for the corrie twins, dogberry and valentine! aka the coruscant guard dropouts lmao. they’re not a part of darkwatch, but sometimes they are brought onto the more tame and simple missions
been Thinking Thoughts lately about night having his chip removed after the operation i can imagine he at least suffers from some intense dream-reality confusion + mild amnesia, like the chip took a part of his memory with it. he just repeats to himself in his head “this is a dream. im asleep, and when i wake up, none of this will have happened” he recovers alright, but damn is it oof after oof
some jedi and jedi-adjacents i’ve had on my mind lately and that i’ve been meaning to draw more. ; ; from top to bottom: obi-wan, erii astrius, cal kestis (and bd-1!), kanan jarrus, ahsoka tano, grogu, chima bellori & commander storm, shahrzad vel emeradis, luke & leia.
This was a prize for my dtiys I did back in September! It was for @dovetart of their OC Neo!! You should definitely go and check out their art pretty please! Their OCs are honestly some of my favorites and I love them sm! Like Neo here, I love him ‼️
hope you enjoy, and a reminder that my commissions art open, more information is on my pinned post on my blog!
One of my favorite things about people’s clone ocs is their medics! Each one is so uniqe, and it is so fun to see how this specific rank differs with each creator.
So lets play a game!
Reblog this post with a description/drawing/whatever you want of your clone medic oc! I want to see how far this goes, and how many different medics of the Grand Army of the Republic people have created!
Hopefully by the end, we should have a nice long thread of different people’s creations! I’ll start:
Patch is a medic in the 267th battalion in the Grand Army of the Republic. Everywhere he goes, he seems to be exuding bacta patches; not always the best method to heal, but it is his preferred method to fix his brothers. He’s extremely focused on his work, and has a habit of sticking out his tongue while working. What he doesn’t want you to know is that he has an excellent singing voice, and if a brother is about to pass, he will often sing a song in a low voice to try to ease their departure from the world.
I nominate @adhd-clones to share a clone medic OC! (No pressure or anything, this is purely if you’re feeling up to it; if not, no worries )
As soon as he could, he dyed his hair a copper/rusty red color and got a tattoo of a flame on his chin
This is because of an incident on Kamino where he may or may not have been responsible for a large fire in the mess hall
This kinda sparked a mischievous streak in him that the Kaminoans or his trainers were unable to extinguish
He wanted to be a flametrooper (cause it would match his aesthetic) but was denied this several times, causing him to hold some resentment against the army
He prides himself on not being close with any of his brothers
He follows the mindset of attachment is a weakness, (”what’s the point we’re all going to die anyways”) and as such doesn’t really associate himself with anyone
The other clones call him Blaze not because of the incident or his appearance, but because of his hot temper that will flare up unexpectedly
He’s vain. Very, very vain
He is very attentive to details and tends to notice small discrepancies in missions that (if he chooses to point it out) often leads to “saving the day”
Even though their personalities are polar opposites, they are widely considered the twins of the battalion
They both have a mutation that makes one of their eyes blue
That’s about where the unique similarities stop, but Sayr was so excited to be in the same batch with someone who had the same mutation as him that he made it his goal to become the best of friends with Vash
Vash was initially opposed to this, but Sayr’s consistent pestering slowly got to him until one day, when some cruel brothers were mocking and bullying Sayr for his mutation, Vash appeared out of no where and quickly dealt with them. After this, no one bothered Vash and Sayr, and the two were inseparable
They have complimentary tattoos and hairstyles at Sayr’s request
Vash is fiercely protective of Sayr
Vash is quiet, someone moody and generally hates most things
Sayr is cheerful, friendly and is constantly teasing Vash
General Adira of the Grand Army of the Republic decided she wanted a mark she could wear to represent her loyalty to both the Jedi Order and the men she’s fighting alongside in battle. This is what she came up with: a crude drawing that blended the two insignia of the Army and the Order. She painted it onto her armor in the battalion’s color without telling anyone and went about her duties. The clones were quick to notice. In less than one rotation, almost all of the clones had painted the same symbol on their armor, with some making modifications according to their ranks and experiences. This mark came to unite the battalion, and represented the loyalty, bravery and equality found within.
Clone Commander Garren of the 267th Battalion in the Grand Army of the Republic
Known for his fierce loyalty and unwavering commitment to his men
He saved the life of his Jedi General Adira Kiaan, an act of which earned him a scar along the side of his face down to his chest
After this accident, he became uncharacteristically stand-offish and quiet, ashamed for leading an attack that almost led to the death of his general along with his men
After time and healing (with help from both General Kiaan and the team medic, Patch,) he came to embrace his failures and learned from it, even going as far as painting the image of his scar on his armor as a reminder that he can overcome any challenges ahead of him
He’s young for a commander, but his exceptional skill in both training and in combat allowed him to ascend the ranks very quickly
Although he exudes Tired Dad Energy at all his brothers, he loves and supports their high jinks and will often secretly support their little pranks and games
Out of everything that has happened to him, he considers himself to be the luckiest man in the galaxy
Lucky for his life, lucky for his brothers
But most of all, lucky for being assigned to his general…. in fact, he wouldn’t have had it any other way, war and all
Pairing: Jedi OC (Adira Kiaan) X Clone OC (Commander Garren)
Word Count: 913
Summary: Adira wishes for a life she knows she can’t have. Fluff, Slow burn, Longing
“Kijara! Kijara!” “Madaa! Padraa!” The youngling in Adira’s arms squirmed and struggled, and Adira quickly set her to the ground. She watched the young Togruta run to her mother and father, throwing her tiny arms around them as they fretted over their child. Adira couldn’t help but smile watching them. The mother planted a kiss on the child’s forehead, cradling her as the father wrapped his arm around his wife, gently guiding them away. Adira’s smile faltered as creases formed along her brow, her head becoming plagued with thoughts. “Mission accomplished, sir.” The sound of his voice startled her, simultaneously causing her stomach to twist, bringing her back to reality. She turned to face Garren, the corner of her mouth twitching upwards. “It would seem so, Commander.” In a smooth movement, Garren removed his helmet and took a few steps to stand at her side. He nodded his head toward the retreating family she had been observing. “Makes it all worth it doesn’t it? All the fighting, the loss, the pain… worth it just to see that young’un returned back where she belongs.” When Gazer and Def brought the young girl to Adira, she didn’t have a clue what to do. They had caught her trying to steal some food from their stores. Poor thing was separated from her family during the initial Separatist invasion of the city, and somehow made it out in one piece, just to find their camp. Adira and Garren agreed it was best to keep her in the camp with a few men assigned to watch after her. “Sitter Duty” quickly became a much vied for assignment in the company, as once the child became acquainted with everyone, she was a light in each person’s lives. “I must admit, I’m going to miss the little rascal.” Her eyes shifted to his face, taking in every detail. It had been a while since his helmet was off. Though tired and worn, his eyes shone with pride, confidence, and… something else she couldn’t quite pinpoint. “We all will,” she replied softly. Something in her voice caused him to look at her, brow furrowing slightly. “General? Are you alright?” She forced a smile. “Of course.” Breaking off his gaze, she turned to survey the troopers who were going through the city, clearing out the now lifeless forms of the clankers, providing aid to the locals. The child and her family was no where to be seen. “Adira…” A firm hand gripped her shoulder, gently turning her to face him. “You know you’re an awful liar. What’s wrong?” His golden brown eyes pierced hers. A familiar feeling rose up in her chest, a feeling she got in moments like these, quiet moments, when it seems like there is no war. When it seems like the only people in the galaxy and beyond were her and him. When it seems like nothing else really mattered. He tilted his head and stepped a little closer. “Tell me,” he said softly. “Please?” There was a heavy silence. Adira sighed. “Garren… do you ever feel like… you’re missing something? Like, there’s a part to life that you think would make it better, worthwhile, but you’re not sure… you’re not sure because you’ve never known any better. You’ve never had the chance to look for it. I guess I just wonder sometimes what would happen if I did find that thing. How my life would be different.” Pink tinged her cheeks, and she let out a small laugh. “I’m sorry, I know that doesn’t make any sense.” Garren gave a small smile. “It’s like wanting something you know you can’t have.” Adira hesitated, before giving a small nod. “I understand.” That look that he had when he was watching the family returned. The same look Adira couldn’t quite figure out. “More than you know.” Adira opened her mouth, about to ask him what he meant, when his comm crackled to life. “Sir, we have an incoming transmission from Captain Kamno. Shall I transmit to your location?” “Negative, I’m on my way.” Garren chuckled softly as he disconnected. “Never ending is it? Want to come?” “You go ahead, I have something else to do.” “Sure, General. And, Adira?” He slid his helmet back on, and put his hand on her shoulder. “If you ever want to talk…” Adira smiled, nodding at him. “Thank you, Commander.” His hand lingered for a second, before giving her shoulder a light squeeze. And with that he was gone. Adira took a deep breath. She pulled out her holoprojector, and the image of Master Yoda appeared. Their conversation was brief. “Approve this, the counsel must.” “I understand.” She ended the communication, fighting back the lump quickly rising in her throat. This was the right decision. Her emotions had clouded her judgement for too long. All she hoped was that when she was reassigned, Garren wouldn’t revile her. She thought it would be okay, that, if she just ignored it, these feelings would go away. But the last few rotations were just too much for her to handle. At night, her head filled with images of things that could never be. A life free from the war. A life of peace. A life with her commander. In a moment, it clicked. Longing. That look that he had when watching the child, and again when he was talking with her. Longing. And she knew because it was the exact same way she looked at him.
Thanks for reading! I might do more writings with these guys. Honestly just did this to try to get over a writing block.
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