#captain monsune

[leon-anna]

Here's the Underdogs in bite-size form(as cadets) for your daily consumption 😍

Aren't they adorable! I love them so much 😘🥰♥️❤️

(and yes I did draw a couple of them more than once, that doesn't mean I love them more it just means the drawing fitted their personality better)

#star wars #clone wars #the clone wars #tcw #swtcw #clone ocs #sw #clone troopers #clones #clone wars oc #clone cadets #commander owen #Captain Monsune #rc crest #ct pulse #ct burner #ct otto #ct merger #star wars prequels #star wars oc #my boy my baby boy #my bois #my boys #the boys are back in town #the boys #the underdogs

[itmustnotexist]

Princess Ulyra and the Knights in shiny armor: Part one.

Hey yo! Here's a no-context snippet of our OCs story!

Synopsis: In which Captian Monsune and Corporal Crest infiltrate a Trandoshan base and find delicate a princess.

Rating: 13+

Warnings: suggested molestation, slavery, and violence.

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Blaster shots rang past Monsune and Crest’s ears as they hastily made their way down the corridor trying desperately to find cover. They had only just breached the upper level of the Trandoshan base and were already taking on more firepower than they could handle. Their only option was to find somewhere to hide until the gaggling gang of scaled assailants passed them.

“Sir, I can’t hold them much longer!” Crest yelled at Monsune through his helmet. He paused firing for a moment, shaking his left pistol in the air, “Ugh, blast!” He winced as he removed his hand from the hot barrel of his gun. The repeated use of it without replacing the main power cell had made it overheat, thus creating a burn hole in his worn gloves.

“Working on it!” Monsune shouted back before mumbling to himself hoping it would help him think. His eyes darted around the hallway frantically before landing on an unguarded door hidden behind a stack of supply crates a few feet ahead of them. “Crest!” He nodded at the Coroperal in reference to following him.

“Right behind you!”

They darted towards it, Monsune leading as Crest covered for him. Stopping behind the crates, Monsune released a few more blasts in their pursuers' direction before hitting the door panel with his fist, but it wouldn’t budge. 

“Kriff!” He muttered before rushing back to Crest, releasing two swift blasts at the enemy, killing one of the approaching Trandoshans.

“What now?” Crest shouted in distress, as he effortlessly shifted his blaster to his other arm before opening fire once more. He took down two more of their attackers, easing up his defense for a moment, but four more quickly took their places.

Monsune peered down the end of the hall and then back in the direction of fire. If they tried running further down the hall there was no telling whether or not there would be an exit. And even if there was an exit, there was no promise that they would make it there alive. The hunters were planted at each side of the walls in front of them, taking cover behind the furnishings and appendages of the walls. If they moved now they would be shot down in a matter of minutes.

Their chances of escape were slim, that was obvious now. Monsune had to think of a plan and think quickly. He slammed the panel at the door once more causing its cover to break off, revealing the inner wiring.

“Captain! I’m out of ammo!” Crest called to him in alarm.

Without hesitation, Monsune thrust one of his Dc-17’s at Crest, 

“Here, take this and cover me for as long as you can!” He yelled back before hunching down behind him beginning to decrypt the lock.

“Got it! Just don’t make it take too long, please?” Crest begged between firing his blaster.

Monsune grunted with stress. “I’m doing my best, Corporal. Just don’t kriffing let me get shot, would you.”

The easy banter between the two slightly helped lighten the overwhelming anxiety that came with their current predicament. Slightly being the key word.

The workings of the panel were a complicated mesh of colorful wires and buttons. One wrong move could lock the door indefinitely, leaving them out in the open. Monsune fought back the disrupting thoughts that tried to push their way into his focused mind.

“Aghh! Captain, now would be a good time!” Crest bouted as he stumbled back a few steps. The onslaught of hunters was too much. He was losing ground.

Monsune didn’t respond; he couldn’t. Instead, he huffed as wires slipped through his gloved fingers. Quickly he pulled them off to reveal blistered skin with burns. He brushed his pain aside as he plunged his arms back into the mess of wires. 

Almost… there…! 

He fumbled over several thick bright colored ones until his eyes spotted two conjoined blue and red wires and cut them. 

“Got it!” He said aloud. Plunging head first into the dark room that opened up before him.

“‘Bout kriffing time!” Crest plunged through the opening behind him. The door wooshed closed as soon as he was through.

The dark of their new surroundings was impassive and seemed never-ending. They positioned themselves beside either wall of the entrance, ready for anything. Monsune hoped the crowd of hunters would pass them oblivious to their location. 

For the most part the smoke that had filled the hall had masked their position, along with the crates. Giving the appearance that they had escaped down to the end of the corridor.

“Great! I can’t see a thing with the HUDs down!” Crest blurted out a little loudly in the complete silence around him, tugging his bucket off with a shake of his head.

“Shhh! Lower your voice, Corporal, we’re not in the clear just yet. We don’t know what’s in here.” Monsune reprimanded him with caution, removing his helmet as well, allowing his eyes to adjust to the dark.

It was still hard to see even with their helmets off, but feeling Crest’s breath so close to himself despite being on the opposite wall, lead Monsune to believe they were in some kind of storage unit. Needless to say, it was stuffy.

“Feel out your surroundings, look for another exit. I’ll go left, you go right.” Monsune instructed, nodding into the dark directions Crest couldn’t see.

“Understood.” Crest acknowledged, clipping his helmet to the side of his belt before feeling along the wall in front of him.

For the most part, Monsune had only felt a plain surface as he stretched his hands along the wall. But then something hit the tips of his fingers. Following its form, Monsune made out what felt like an oval frame of some sort. 

A picture?

He thought to himself before reaching out again in search of something else that would confirm his suspicions. But this time it wasn’t his hands that touched anything but his feet that tripped over an object.

“Agh!” He winced at the pain that came from his foot jamming into the edge of his shoe.

“Sir, was that you?” Crest asked in a hushed tone.

“Yeah, I bumped into something, I think it’s some kind of desk.”

“A desk?”

“Yeah. And a picture too. What about you?”

“Nothing much except a broken light panel near the doo—Woah!” Crest suddenly shouted his voice followed by a low artificial screech. Monsune turned in his direction with alarm. 

“What’s wrong?!” Monsune’s voice was riddled with concern.

The room was silent.

“Crest, answer me! Are you still there?”

 “...Yeah, it’s just…” The words came out slow and unsure.

“What? What is it?”

“Something slashed across my breastplate, something sharp.” There was a hint of nervousness in the way he spoke the last couple of words.

“Did you trip?”

“No… Something came at me. Sir, I don’t think we’re alone in here…”

“Group up.” Was his only response as he advanced blindly into the pitch black of the room.

His steps became longer and he gained confidence that his surroundings were clear, only for that to be instantly removed as his head rammed into a hard surface. 

“Ooff!!”

“Captain?! What’s wrong?!” Crest’s voice was high-pitched with worry.

“Agh… I hit my head. Darn it, I can’t see a thing in this room!” Monsune rubbed vehemently at the newly formed bump near his left temple.

“Wait, Captain, I’ve got an idea,” He trailed off, then a light switched on momentarily blinding the already blind Captain. “Cap put on your helmet, and turn on the night censors.” Crest’s voice, distorted by his helmet’s sound filters, come out robotic.

“I can’t, mine got damaged in the chase.” Monsune stated. And as his eyes began to become accustomed to the new source of light he made his way toward the Corporal.

“Alright, then I’ll come your way—”

“Ahchh!” A sudden shrill came from beside Monsune as a dark figure plunged at him. Trying to stab him with a makeshift blade.

Monsune quickly dodged it, grabbing the attacker’s arm and turning it behind their back. He held the stranger close to his chest; the figure felt small as they tried to wriggle their way out of his hold. But his grip was firm.

It was then that the specter, with a quick twist of their body, pulled themselves from the Captain’s hold and planted their elbow in his upper thigh. 

Monsune gasped in pain as he hunched into himself grasping in the open air so that the mysterious specter wouldn’t get away. “Crest-Over here!” He uttered before falling back in reaction to another blow from them.

Light overtook him as the Corporal turned his head in time to see the quick movements of a shadow. “I see it!” He yelled as he made his way past the Captain's body lying prone in the midst of the sudden attack. 

“Not again,” Monsune muttered as looked over at his subordinate.

In one swift movement Crest tackled the ghost and pinned them down to the floor. Monsune struggled to catch a glance at the person in question.

Crest let out a few tensed gasps as he lifted the squirming attacker up, only to reveal to Monsune what looked like a young woman. 

“Crest, wait!” He commanded, rushing over to them despite the pain that filled his left thigh.

Her skin shone a pale yellow in the cool light of Crest’s helmet. Face, contorted in a scowl as she reared her head in defiance of Crest’s hold. She was quite the fierce one.

“Sir? What do we do?” Crest asked bewildered, 

“Here, turn one of your lights in the direction of the door, and hold her there while I try to fix the lights on.”

“Alright,” Crest complied, tightening his grip on her before flipping his light to where the Captain described.

Monsune sluggishly dragged his uncooperative leg behind him as he moved towards the door. Each movement was followed by a sharp twang as the muscles of his leg tightened in resistance causing his head to spin dizzily in response. 

There was a small panel beside the entrance. It was the same design as the one controlling the door in the outer hall. Monsune assumed it doubled as a control for the door. By the looks of it someone, the girl most likely, had jabbed a dull object into it to shut off the lights but they, in their ignorance, also locked the doors closed.

He knew there was nothing for it except to try his best and fix it, or else they could be locked inside that tiny room indefinitely. 

But first, let’s get some lights…

Monsune thought to himself. 

After a few minutes of fiddling with the controls, the room was suddenly flooded with a bright glare of light. All three of them blinked their eyes in reaction to the sudden change.

Monsune looked around him, now being able to see the entirety of the room that had until only a moment ago been obscurity to him.

The design and size of the room told Monsune that his assumptions had been correct; it was a storage room, of sorts. Its shape was primarily oval except for the entranceway which appeared to be a short hall. It was gray— wall to the floor— and rather obviously(up until recently) looked as if it had been used as a storehouse if the rusty rectangular outlines with freshly filled holes and there being no windows gave any indication.

It now seemed to serve as some kind of make-shift bed-chamber; the walls haphazardly draped with faded crimson red curtains to cover the more unsightly damages. There was an ornate rug on the floor that followed the circumference of the room. He looked to the place where he had hit his head, there sat a wooden box framed bed, unkempt, with its heavily decorated blankets piled near it, from someone's hasty exit. 

Monsune then turned his gaze to where he had felt the picture on the wall and indeed it was there, along with multiple other paintings and pictures varying in size and proportion. An office desk did indeed stand a few feet from them though it was sparsely decorated. The rest of the room was blank. 

His eyes fluttered around the room a second time before landing on the girl, still under his brother’s stronghold. He was shocked at what he saw.

Her body was barely clothed; her chest covered only by a strap of black leather, another also running down her midriff with golden embellished clasps adorning her forearms. On the lower half of her body, Monsune barely dared look, draped sackcloth split two ways to reveal her bare legs. Chains attached it to more gold plates on her hips. The basic knee-high boots were also plated in the same metal. Her hair, dark and voluminous, was done up into some kind of bun, chains fitted around her forehead serving as decoration.

Monsune approached the two, still confounded by her scandalous appearance.

She made another fit in under Crest’s grasp, fury in her eyes as she looked upon Monsune with contempt.

“Unhand me!” The hatred that spilled into her words seemed out of place with the lovely tone her vocal cords released. Her voice was beautiful.

Crest only tightened his grip more, preventing her from hitting him with her fists.

“Crest,” Monsune murmured lowly, coming closer to her, reaching to feel the chains attached to her garments, causing her to shrink back in fear of his sudden movement.“Let her go.”

“But-Sir,” The Corporal stuttered with unsaid questions.

“Do as I say.” He ordered once more.

“Fine,”

Upon removing his arms from under hers, she instantly ran to the other side of the room, near where the door stood. Glaring at them in a defensive stance.

“Who are you?!” She demanded, still huffing, a slight shake in her tone. Her graceful form was ridged in fear and anger.

“I’m Captain Monsune of the 301st battalion to the GAR. This is Corporal Crest, my subordinate. We mean you no harm,” 

“And how am I supposed to believe that?” Her glare only hardened towards them, as she spoke with vehemence.

“Well, our armor should count as evidence,” Crest said, switching off the lights of his helmet now that his arms were free to do so.

“No, anyone could have stolen that off of a dead body,” She persisted, causing Crest to exclaim in disbelief.

“That’s true, we could’ve stolen it. But I’m not wearing my helmet. Do I look like a grave robber to you?” Monsune pandered her questions with reason.

Her gaze softened for a moment before returning to her former scowl.

“Look—Crest, take off your helmet,” Monsune motioned at him with his hand.

Crest did as he requested, removing it to reveal his sweaty face.

“See, were the same.”

Though the tension remained, her lithe figure did relax. “You are clones.” Her voice had softened.

“That much is obvious.” Crest scoffed.

“What are you doing out this far into the outer rim? The Republic hasn’t ventured this close to wild space since the war started. Why are you here now?” Her brow was raised.

“I’m afraid I don’t have all the answers right now. You see, we’ve come into a predicament. Our ship crashed, and, for the most part, it was destroyed. Some members of our team were injured upon impact. Crest and I were sent to infiltrate this base and retrieve some supplies.” Monsune readily answered. His arms open wide to convince her of his goodwill. “Also, if I’m not mistaken, Mirial is located in the mid rim. What is a Mirilian such as yourself doing all the way out here?” 

Monsune already knew the answer to that question, unfortunately, but, to further communications, he thought it courteous to ask anyway.

Her chin lowered, she answered. “I was taken from my home world by force...” She paused working the words out with effort. “Along with a great portion of my people. The Zygerrian slave trade formed a pact with the Trandoshan hunters to reap profit from each other in their travels… I am merely a trophy to lust over in their eyes.”

Monsune and Crest both lowered their gazes with shame, as if looking upon her in such garments polluted her fragile and once graceful image.

The slavers had no such respect for life, they saw it only as a means to profit or an object to use for their own personal desires. At that moment something kindled in Monsune’s chest; a burning desire to see justice done. A righteous fiery, amplified by her regal words of despair.

“We’ll help you,”

“Eh?” Crest interjected. “Sir, with all due respect, we’ve got our hands full as it is.”

“Shut it Crest; Our campout isn’t too far from here, if you’d like, we could take you there and once we finish with our repairs on the ship we found, we could take you to a secure system.”

He said ripping one of the curtains off the wall and handing it to her as a means of covering.

She took it with a grateful nod of her head. “It would be most kind of you to do so, but I do not think I should leave here.”

Both men shot her a look of unbelief. Crest’s brow knit under his sweaty curls still clinging to his forehead.

“But, I don’t understand. Why?” His voice heightened in shock.

“As I have stated, my people still remain here, waiting to be transferred into wild space to be bought and sold like cattle. I cannot just leave them behind to suffer such a fate.” Her gaze fell with a sudden fury, before dropping once again.

“So you’d be willing to stay here?” Crest said incredulously.

“I must. It is my duty.”

“I’m confused. Why should it have to be your duty to stay bound to your people in such a manner? Isn’t that the duty of a politician or a ruler?”

She looked up at Monsune as if the last part of his sentence had a certain familiarity to it.

“Yeah, unless, it’s some kind of custom—” Crest added. Astute as ever.

“Wait,” Monsune interrupted Crest with a sudden realization. He came closer to her, studying the three markings on her face. “You’re no ordinary citizen, are you?”

She looked at him, astonished, or afraid. Monsune couldn’t tell which it was. 

“What are you implying?” She glossed over her former tone of surprise with an ample sense of composure.

“I may be a clone, ma’am, but that doesn’t mean I’m a fool. You’re a diplomat, aren’t you? That or...someone of importance?”

Her eyes darted back and forth with uneasiness.

“What? How could that be possible? They’d have to have taken over the whole capital of Mirial in order to obtain such a high official as that!” Crest blurted earning a thoughtful nod from the Captian.

“Maybe. Then again, there are certainly other ways of kidnapping such people. How else do you think the Trandoshans got their reputation?”

“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about,” She turned away from them. Trying to hide the fear that was building up inside of her.

“Ma’am, if you think staying here with them will help them in some way, you’re mistaken. You’re in as bad or worse state as they are; there’s nothing your power can change out here. You of all people should understand that by now.”

“Woah, Woah, Woah. What now? I’m not exactly following you, Sir.” One of Crest’s hands rested on his hip while the other he waved about in a nondescript manner.

The other two occupants pointedly ignored him.

“You are wrong! If by a sacrifice I can set my people free, then I would do whatever it takes to make it so.” Her gaze fell as she pulled the covering closer to her shoulder. “You misjudge my power Captain; after all, I am not just some noble, but I am also a woman.”

“S-Sir, she can’t mean—I-No one should be willing to sell their body to some slimy scug slave trader!” Crest flung his arms in the air to express his words better.

“And I was foolish enough to think that soldiers such as yourselves would understand; my people are going to die out there, and you expect me to make the selfish decision to abandon them for the sake of my own?” Tears banked at the edges of her eyelids as she spoke.

It was then that Monsune noticed certain discolored markings around her arms and neck.

“No… I don’t think we could understand. At least, not in the personal way you would. But, that doesn’t mean we don’t understand you in a more objective way. You may feel like there’s no other option, but you’re wrong. If you come with us, we’ll not only protect you, but we’ll ensure the safety of your people by contacting the Republic to send our forces after them. Slave trading has been illegal for centuries now, such putrescence shouldn’t be allowed to thrive in the galaxy!”

The woman’s mouth opened as if to speak, but no words formed. Her eyes lifted to meet Monsune’s a certain sincerity was there that hadn’t been before; she knew he was telling the truth, no more than that, she trusted him.

All of a sudden, a blast was heard from outside. It made the entire room shudder. All eyes were on the entrance. 

The mysterious woman gathered the blood-red curtain closer to her so that it was flush with her body.

Crest stiffened and turned to his commander.

“Sir, could I speak with you in private for a moment?” He gripped the Captain’s forearm and pulled him aside.

“Uh, pardon us.” Monsune dipped his head low in reverence.

She gave him an understanding nod.

“With all due respect Captain, and I mean this in the most sincere way possible, what the actual Sith are we doing??”

Monsune mentally slapped himself. Leave it to Crest to pull him back to reality; he was right. Monsune had been so enraptured with the sufferings of others and the want to bring justice, that he’d forgotten they had their own problems. Ones that he may have just added to. That was not what a captain should do.

“Sir, we can’t just go around adopting people just because they tell us their sob story! If you haven’t noticed, we’re having it hard enough as it is with those Trandoshan hunters constantly on our backs! Have a little sense—”

“Don’t give me that crap talk, Corporal, you and I both know that you don’t really feel that way! Besides, have you seen those markings on her neck and arms? Those are no coincidences.”

“Yes sir, I know. But I’m sure there are many just like her in this compound alone. Are we going to save all of them as well?” Crest paused to let his words sink in. “Think of the mission, Monsune. Of the Commander; he’s counting on us–They all are!”

“It’s not about us, Crest! It never was. We’re the soldiers, remember? They’re–She’s the reason we're fighting. Not us.” Monsune began jabbing his finger into Crest’s chest.

Crest’s head lowered with a shake.

“I-Maybe not for you. But for me, the only reason I kept fighting in this war was that I had a stake in it. I kept fighting because of those men back there! Because of you. Besides, she doesn’t even want to come with us.”

Monsune's eyes hovered over the women he had made promises to. Crest’s words had had worth to them. But what about her? He couldn’t just leave her here. Not with knowing all the terrible and awful things that happened in these types of places. No matter what the consequences, Monsune had to at least get one person out of here. Once they were able to contact the 501st Monsune knew that General Skywalker wouldn’t stand for such atrocities. He’d send aid for sure, no matter how much the Council protested.

Monsune's mind was set.

“I’m sorry, Crest. I know what you’re saying is right, but. I need you to trust me on this one.”

Crest looked up, concern written on his face, but said nothing.

Monsune walked over to the woman, who was now looking back at him with discomfort as a sudden bang shook the building.

They were coming.

“Ma’am, I know this is a lot to take in, but, if you’d be willing to trust me, to trust us; we’ll do everything in our power to set things right for you and your people,” Monsune said, looking straight into her eyes.

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Hope you enjoyed that! More coming soon!

#sooo... crest isn't an idiot i swear. he's what fives is to the 501st #Monsune's already in love he just doesn't know yet #poor poor Ulyra #clones #clone wars #star wars clone wars #clone ocs #the underdogs #clone captain monsune #clone rc crest #princess ulyra #dabbles #writing #fanfiction #star wars

[staubimherzen]

Wir stehen unter Dächern aus Papier.

Wird der Tropfen zum Monsun, drohen wir alles zu verlier‘n.

Wir stehen unter Dächern aus Papier.

Und weil wir zwei nicht mehr reden, hör ich Regen über mir.

Das Wasser bis zum Hals, kein Boot und keine Weste.

Wo bleibt das Happy End oder der Captain der uns rettet…?

Fabian Wegerer - Dächer aus Papier

#gedanken #gefühle #schlaflos #liebe #kaputt #deutsche poesie #depri #spotify #Musik #song zitate #Fabian Wegerer

[brookee-bee]

Karasuno High as Aesthetics and Playlists

3rd Year, Wing Spiker, Captain : Daichi Sawamura # 1

Earth tones, Dark Academia, Leather bound notebooks, wicker furniture, beige and dark green t-shirts, dark colored sweaters and hoodies, fitted brown pants and leather belts, black details, a few dark leafy house plants, simple meals of rice, avocado, clean sneakers, gym bag in the back of his car, protein powder on the counter, coffee mugs and matcha tea, encouragement and validation one-on-one, probably posts gym thirst traps on his story

Harder Than You Think - Public Enemy

Winner’s Circle - Anderson.Paak

Fell in Love With a Girl - The White Stripes

No Church in the Wild - Jay Z

Chelsea Dagger - The Fratellis

3rd Year, Setter : Koshi Sugawara # 2

Sky tones, light blue and bright white clouds, organized stationary and notepads, laying in the sun on a hammock, underneath a seashell, a warm cup of tea, making video compilations of memories, thrift stores, would do the dishes/laundry for you if you’re feeling stressed 

Shampoo Bottles - Peach Pit

Close to You- Day Glow

Loving You is a Mountain - Isaia Huron

Honey - Kehlani

At My Worst - Pink Sweat$

3rd Year, Ace : Asahi Azumane # 3

Beige and white, oat milk lattes, long flowing wheat grass, a hike through the mountains, weekend camping trips, ambitious baking, large bulky hands and calloused fingers, doodling through class, wants to be the little spoon sometimes, enjoys when you do face masks together at night

Fire Escape - Foster the People

The Bakery - Arctic Monkeys

Ain’t No Rest For the Wicked - Cage the Elephant

She Moves In Her Own Way - the Kooks

Ivy - Taylor Swift

2nd Year, Libero : Yu Nishinoya # 4

E-boy, short sleeve printed shirts and acid washed jeans, striped long sleeve shirts, hot orange flames, throws shit off bridges, likes to piss people off, loves spicy ramen, tattoos, embraces rejection, chipped painted finger nails, would record both of you doing internet challenges, his email notifications are in the thousands, sporadic texting 

Evil Fantasy - Freddie Dredd 

Wet Dreamz - J. Cole

Power Tools - Jack Harlow

REEL IT IN - Amine

Best Friend - Saweetie, Doja Cat

2nd Year, Wing Spiker : Ryunosuke Tanaka # 5

Skater, collection of worn beanies, silver chains and rings, tattoos scattered up the arm, overcast skies, dirty puddles in the city, thick well made army jacket, in class even though others are talking the teacher yells at him, accidentally punches the wall, sends horny memes from Twitter, really good listener, somebody you’d like to get drunk or high with

Beverly Hills - Weezer

Panic Station - Muse

Somebody Told Me - The Killers

Nice Guys Finish Last - Green Day

acting like that - Yungblud, Machine Gun Kelly

1st Year, Setter : Tobio Kageyama # 9

Alternative, midnight drives through a city, modern art museums, clean white collared shirts, black trench coats, quiet meditation in the morning, worn down combat boots, hates being pranked, tangled headphones, has a lot of pet peeves he complains about, likes to be away from technology to be in the moment, takes note of what song is playing so he can send it to you later

Yeah Right - Joji

Die Alone - FINNEAS 

Show Me How - Men I Trust

Places We Won’t Walk - Bruno Major

Sharing Beds - The Japanese House

1st Year, Middle Blocker, Decoy : Shoyo Hinata

Soft Boy, loves wildflowers, picnic dates, walks through a nature reserve,  collects seashells and rocks for his windowsill, tried to make bread but failed, sends you goodnight/morning texts everyday, bike riding dates, plays with your hair because why else is it there

Feel Special - TWICE

Daydreamer - MYLK

Only a Fool - Galantis

Kill vs Main - Grimes

Treat People with Kindness - Harry Styles

1st Year, Middle Blocker : Kei Tsukishima

Grunge, white collared shirts, simple healthy meals, messy notes with scribbled and poorly drawn diagrams, books with lots of tagged places he wants to remember, existentialism, organized bookshelves with smart decor, CD collection organized by genre, probably a Frank Ocean stan, listens to podcasts about space and quantum physics, is probably a huge star wars fan, planetarium and natural history museum dates, surprises you with overpriced coffee

Love It if We Made It - the 1975

Bonfire - Childish Gambino

Godspeed - Frank Ocean

Kelso - Matty Wood$

STFU! -Rina

1st Year, Pinch Server : Tadashi Yamaguchi

 Light academia, cozy socks, big blankets, lots of plants and a cat around the house, stacks of books on the floor, experiments with makeup and fashion, on weekends will work on a DIY project, needs constant reassurance but hates attention, drinks tea with honey and cream, wants to spend time with you whenever but doesn’t want to be a bother

A Phone Call in Amsterdam - Valley

Moon Song - Phoebe Bridgers 

Tired - bebadoobee

Brazil - Declan McKenna

Tonight (I Wish I was Your Boy) - The 1975

3rd Year, Manager : Kiyoko Shimuzi

Minimalism, oversized hoodies with tights, white sneakers, ripped light wash jeans, probably works at a retail store in the mall, likes to buy name brand clothing, big fan of the olympics, detail oriented, really good at budgeting, fan of stationary, fresh haircuts, would write you notes and surprise you with your favorite meal every now and then

Tomboy - Princess Nokia

Check- Queen Herby

Who’s Gonna Save U Now? - Rina Sawayama

Fuck Me in Shibuya - Ashnikko

Baby Girl - Chloe x Halle

1st Year, Manager : Hitoka Yachi

Pastel, pink clouds, runs a secret stan account, wears lots of trendy and stylish clothing, doodles on napkins, dewy makeup, lots of pink blush, fake lashes, cat eyed liner, makes her lunch aesthetically pleasing, cool edits for her pictures, sends the best memes in the group chat, if it reminds her of you she’ll buy it and surprise you the next day, loves to be matching with you, makes you learn kpop dances with her, has a fuzzy keychain

NASA - Ariana Grande

Ice Cream Cake - Red Velvet

Do Me - Kim Petras

The Boys - Girl’s Generation

FANCY- TWICE

Coach Ukai

Does not know what it means to have an aesthetic, messy hair, cigarettes, canned coffee, white t shirts, baggy sweatpants, cheap meals, likes newspapers but won’t pay for it, probably borrows cash from you a lot but never pays you back, constantly watching sports clips on twitter, likes old cars and guitars, probably used to draw dicks in bathroom stalls, hates the government, has lots of stories from his twenties, makes a great breakfast when he has the time, wants you to get a matching tattoo with him, 

Habit - Still Woozy

Cool With You - Her’s

Lover’s Rock - TV Girl

 Outta My Mind - Monsune

You’re Gonna Live Forever In Me - John Mayer

Coach Takeda

Minimalism, sweaters over collared shirts, clean sneakers, morning meditation and workouts, fresh laundry, loves warm sheets after a wash, bonsai tree, great at making drinks, goes out of his way to make sure you’re heard and respected, knows how to knit and sew, believes in karma, annoyed if you are one your phone when with them

Brandy (You’re a Fine Girl) - Looking Glass

 Come and Get Your Love- Redbone

She’s So High- Tal Bachman

Wonderwall- Oasis

Vienna- Billy Joel

@brookemasterson on spotify if you’d like the playlist ♡

#haikyuu #karasuno high #karasuno #daichi sawamura #haikyuu canons #haikyuu aesthetic #hinata #kageyama #tsukishima #yamaguchi #coach ukai #coach ukai gives me nick miller vibes #kiyoko's playlist is my favorite

[leon-anna]

Here's our new header I made of the boys to match with the profile pic😙💕

#star wars #clone wars #tcw #the clone wars #clones #clone wars oc #swtcw #clone troopers #clone oc #new header #quicky #for fun #commander owen #captain monsune #clone ocs #rc crest #the boys are back in town #temuera morrison #ct merger #ct otto #ct pulse #ct burner #corporal burner #pilot burner #clone captian monsune #scout otto #mechanic merger #clone medic pulse #cc owen

[leon-anna]

Aaand here's the other group of sketches depicting of when Monsune almost apologizes to Ulyra but is too prideful so instead it becomes an argument:

2. Aftermath

#Leon talks #star wars #clone wars #the clone wars #tcw #swtcw #sw #clone troopers #clone ocs #clones #star wars the clone wars #clone captian monsune #captain monsune #monsune #princess ulrya #Sor Ulyra #oc sketch #simple sketches

[leon-anna]

✨FINALLY✨

After that stupidly long wait, I've finally pieced together the scene @comm-caribou prompted to me!

I decided to fit it into Ulyra's and Monsune's POV because it fits their dynamic beautifully💫 and because it also reminds me of the chemistry between Anya and Dimitri in Anastasia (which I've recently delved inspiration from for their romance) which I have also improvd into a little skit.

So here's the scene in art form(pt. 1 because Tumblr won't let me post more than ten photos😡) first. I'll be posting the scene in writing form in another post once I finish fine tuning it, so until then, enjoy this mess of sketches~✨

1. Oh The Inconvenience!

#Leon talks #star wars #clone wars #the clone wars #tcw #swtcw #sw #clone troopers #clone ocs #clones #star wars the clone wars #clone captian monsune #captain monsune #monsune #princess ulrya #Sor Ulyra #oc sketch #simple sketches #the underdogs

[leon-anna]

Hello all!👋 I know it's been a while, but we finally finished the first in line for our clone Stealth Squad the Underdogs;

Meet Captain Monsune!

We're so excited to show you his finished concept art! It was very much a team effort as my sister made the logo and personal effect and I helped out with everything else. I'm really proud of or accomplishments!

Just as a little warning, this is a kind of a long post so, be prepared~

⬇️More Facts About Him⬇️

1. Full Name/Title: Captain Monsune

2. Name Meaning: A seasonal change in the direction of a region's prevailing, or strongest, winds.

3. Do they like their name: Yes. It was given to him by General Fisto, after all.

4. Nickname(s): Cap/Cappin'/Sir/Monnie(strictly confidential)

5. Age: 12

6. How Old They Appear: 24

7. Eye Color: Caramel

8. Weight/Build: 197.6 lbs/Well built, yet, kinda lean.

9. Height: 6.2

10. Skin Type: Polynesian

11. Hair Color/Length: Dark chestnut/Short

12. Taste In clothes: Coruscant High Street Fashion

13. Healthy? Why or Why Not: Yes and no; diet-wise, he's very healthy, but he has a chronic left leg injury that hampers him from doing certain things

14. Music: Whatever's playing on the transceiver

15. Daredevil or Cautious: Cautious

16. Are they the same alone: No

17. Good traits: Always punctual/Efficient/Good timing/Polite/Level-headed

18. Bad traits: Impulsive/Abrasive/Strict/Standoffish/Seclusive

19. Hobbies: Dressing up/Writing/Learning new languages/Spewing random facts

20. Deepest Fear(s): Others dying because of him/Drowning

21. Worst That Could Happen To Them: Having to sacrifice the ones he loves for the greater good

22. Favorite Thing: A good meal

23. Role Modle(s): Commander Monnk/ Commander Owen

24. What Would Break Them: The realization that all his best efforts were in vain

25. Best/Worst Thing(s) In Their Life: Best; His brothers/Ulyra/Freedom Worst; Moff Taloe/Idiots/Disillusionment/His bad leg

26. What Are They Reluctant To Tell People: That he's soft-hearted/That he's afraid/That he's ignorant

27. Opinion On Romantic Relationships: He used to be quite the playboy, so he's not unfamiliar with the concept. He's just afraid of commitment.

28. Major Flaws: Puts too much pressure on himself/Prideful/Hypocritical/Perfectionistic

29. How Do They Feel About Themselves: He hates himself and feels that everyone around him would be better off if he were dead. Other than that, he's hot and he knows it.

30. Selfish Or Selfless: A lil bit of both; willful when it comes to things that closely concern him, but ready to sacrifice himself if necessary.

31. How Does The Way The Character Tries To Be, Differ From How They Actually Are: He portrays himself to be strong and all-knowing, but in reality, he isn't, so he covers it up with his extended knowledge in order to cope with his inadequacy.

✨Bonus✨

I worked too hard on his base for it to be missed out on, so here it is!

You can even see his scars, which makes me think I should do this for each member of the Squad. What do you think?

Comment below and tell us your thoughts!!

#star wars #clone wars #the clone wars #tcw #swtcw #sw #clone troopers #clones #clone ocs #captain monsune #temuera morrison #tem #star wars the prequel trilogy #finished art #work in progress #1 of 7 #my boy my baby boy #clone wars oc

[leon-anna]

✨Here's a little sneak peek at a reintroduction to our team.✨

I thought they deserved a better design and also thought it'd be cool to add some more fun facts about each one.

The armor design in this one is Monsune's which I almost died over its beauty when coloring it. 😍💙

And for now I just have a simple clone template underneath so that I can add everyone's details later. Which is the nice thing about clones bc then I don't have to redraw them over and over again.😅💀

So, tell me what you think, leave a like, and reblog for more~

#star wars #clone wars #the clone wars #tcw #swtcw #sw #clone troopers #clones #clone ocs #captain monsune #temuera morrison #oc intro #sneak peek

[leon-anna]

I was doing an anatomy study so I can brush up on drawing more full-body pieces. These were so much to my liking I decided to add some clone likenesses to them.

What do you think? I feel like the first one would be what Boba would look like in his mid 20's to early 30's.

#anatomy study #careful major abs warning #star wars #clone wars #the clone wars #tcw #swtcw #sw #clone troopers #clones #clone ocs #captain monsune #rc crest #boba fett #temuera morrison

[leon-anna]

16 years after order 66 and the gang's finally back together again(Burner and Merger decided to photo bomb in the bg😢 They may be gone, but they will never be forgotten 💔)

Ps: Mara and Ulyra(Crest and Monsune's wives, which will be introduced soon) took this shot for them.

Photography isn't as easy as you'd think, especially when you have a group of cranky old men arguing.

Physical ages: Owen is 45, Monsune is 44, Crest is 43, Pulse is 42, and Otto is 36!

Anyway, hope you enjoy this just as much as I did making it. Ciao!

#star wars #clone wars #the clone wars #tcw #swtcw #sw #clone ocs #clone troopers #clones #Captain Monsune #RC Crest #CT Pulse #CT Otto #CT Merger #CT Burner #Commander Owen #my bois #my boy my baby boy #the boys are back in town #the underdogs

[leon-anna]

Here they are at long last! My girls, Ulyra is on the left and Mara is on the right. Sassy and sleek. Ready to ruin the empire's day(or just anybody's who try and mess with their family)!

Aren't they simply gorgeous? Ahh and the colors, royal purple and crimson red! very complementary don't you think?

Just to clarify Ulyra is Monsune's wife and Mara is Crest's.

Anyway, I love them! Enjoy~

#star wars #clone wars #the clone wars #swtcw #tcw #clone troopers #sw #clone ocs #captain monsune #clones #rc crest #mandalorian oc #star wars fanart #star wars prequels #star wars the clone wars #the girls <3 #mandalorian armor #princess ulrya #mandalorian Mara

[leon-anna]

So many reactions in one scene! 🤪

Can you guess who's who?

#star wars #clone wars #the clone wars #tcw #sw #commander owen #captain monsune #the underdogs

[leon-anna]

Some doodles of the boys.

At first Owen admired Crest(left, bottom) and Burner(right, behind) for their "unique" personalities and their little shenanigans. But once he got used to them being on the team, he started understanding why Monsune lost his chill so easily.

#star wars #clone wars #tcw #the clone wars #clones #swtcw #clone ocs #star wars ocs #commander owen #captain monsune #CC Crest #CT Pulse #Monsune smiling in bg because Crest is finally getting his #Poor Burner was only trying to make Owen breakfast #It's not his fault he can't cook #CT Burner

[leon-anna]

Introducing our brand-spanking-new OC's: The 🦷Underdogs🦷

1: Captain Monsune

2: Commander Owen

3: Pulse(medic)

4: Burner(pilot)

5: Crest(RC)

6: Merger(mechanic)

7: Otto(scout)

Here's the link to their very first chapter! ⬇️

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38195512/chapters/95426515

#star wars #clone wars #captain rex #tcw #the clone wars #swtcw #star wars ocs #fanfic #fanfiction #incorrect clone wars quotes #commander owen #captain monsune #corporal burner #CC crest #medic pulse #scout otto

[leon-anna]

Game: Let’s get to know each other’s Clone OCs!

I’ll be doing Monsune today!

1. Name five things they love to do with their vod'e:

• Quality time; Like and unlike most of his brothers, whenever he gets time off, Monsune prefers a chill night in to just hang out and maybe sneak in some holodramas for the boys to enjoy(although he's probably the most invested in them).

• Go out on double dates/play the dating game(which most of his vod'e abhor)

• Researching different languages and teaching some of the vocab to the team(although he's probably the only one getting anything out of it).

• Watching his vod'e make fools of themselves/tease or correct them on their mistakes(commanding officer style).

• Sprucing up his brothers for a night out on Coruscant etc.

2. Four things they don’t understand about the world or people around them:

• Why most clone Captains or Commanders usually don't give a crap about their overall appearance or physical health.

• Why most of his brothers don't understand or like any of the holodramas he picks out to watch.

• Anyone who considers him or his brothers to be "organic machines" or whatever else those kinds of plebs have to say.

• The intense pressure and expectations placed on him and his brothers by the Republic.

3. Three things they cannot live without:

• Soap, deodorant, literally any self-care product he can get his hands on. After all, a dirty soldier is no soldier at all.

• Food. He'll never admit it, but Monsune is a foodie and is constantly in need of something to snack on.

• his alilt; brothers, family.

4. Two things they’re oddly good at:

• Avoiding getting caught; In literally any situation, whatever it may be about, Monsune is somehow extremely good at keeping things under wraps.

• Imitating other people's voices and mannerisms(esp certain Jedi Generals); Although it's rare to ever catch him doing it, or to have him do one by request, Monsune can pull off stunts like sending fake transmissions from General Fisto to the 301st battalion.

5. One traumatic memory that haunts them:

• When Monsune was first assigned his very own platoon during the Battle of Mon Cala, all of his men were killed in a catastrophic explosion made by the separatists. Even though there was nothing in his power he could do to prevent it, Monsune blames himself for their deaths, vowing that he'd never let it happen again; Even if it meant sacrificing himself.

Now it’s your turn! Take the above questions and answer them for your original clone characters!

#star wars #clone wars #the clone wars #swtcw #tcw #clone troopers #sw #clone ocs #clones #the boys are back in town #clone wars oc #clone wars game #oc ask game #facts about my ocs #captain monsune #star wars the clone wars #the clones #star wars clone wars #clone captian Monsune