#clone-tober

[cornycopeia]

day nineteen: family

#star wars #star wars fanart #arc trooper fives #arc trooper echo #fives fanart #arc trooper echo fanart #clone wars #star wars the clone wars #tcw fanart #tober prompts

[warmitte]

CW: blood

incel.

#clone high #topher bus #clone high topher #cw: gore #gore tober

[lazinesswrites]

Hello there! Look at this, two fills in a day, maybe I'll catch up after all! Here's day three: Cloak, from this Star Wars 'tober prompt list by @dankfarrikdrabbles & @fanfoolishness. Have a tiny thing of pre-relationship CodyWan. (Cody is so done with the Generals dropping their stuff everywhere, but at least his General looks good doing it.) Title for this one is Are you picking up what I'm putting down? and because it's so short, I'm just putting the whole thing here, but you can also read it on Ao3.

Cody finds the General’s cloak on the ground, marking the epicenter of the battle. Typical. He’ll admit he doesn’t quite understand why the Jedi bother with the cloaks anymore – surely, the Jedi cloaks are already know to every person from Coruscant to the edges of explored space, and possibly a few beyond. Maybe that’s part of the whole Force-osik thing. They wear the cloaks; people forget they’re Jedi. Or that Jedi can be dangerous, anyway.

Cody can get behind the theatricality of it all though. The dramatic cloak drop has its purpose. He just wishes the General would remember to pick up the damn cloak afterwards.

It’s alright though. Cody’s got it. Gives him an excuse to go find the General in his quarters, too, check up on him properly. He said he was fine when they talked over comms briefly, to confirm the victory and coordinate clean-up, but Cody knows his General.

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“Ah, thank you, Commander,” Kenobi says when Cody hands him the cloak, in the door to his quarters back on the ship. He’s in some of his lighter tunics now; fresh from the sonic, by the look of his poofy-ruffled hair. Not hiding any injuries as far as Cody can tell. “I completely forgot that in the rush of things.”

“Of course, Sir.”

“Have you written your reports yet?” Kenobi asks, then continues before Cody has a chance to respond, “Of course you haven’t, you’ve just gotten back. Say, why don’t you grab a shower and I’ll get us both some food; we can work on them together over dinner? I’ll put on some tea, too.”

“Of course, Sir, thank you,” Cody says, because he would like that and because it’s the safe thing to say. Then, because Cody has always been a bit of an asshole, and he knows Kenobi delights in it when he lets it show: “Try not to forget the food in the rush of the mess, Sir.”

#starwarstober23 #Star Wars: The Clone Wars #Commander Cody #Obi-Wan Kenobi #CodyWan #Prompt: Cloak #Laz' 'tober fics #day 03

[firewoodwander]

OC-tober Day 1: Favourite

Aether squad now has a whole profile on ao3!

#oc-tober #sergeant twist #aether squad #clone oc #oc tag #star wars #art tag

[perkypipes]

OCtober Friends week

Some gift art for my Star Wars mutuals 🫶 (+ Tauri)

#bweirdoctober #oc tober #Star Wars #the clone wars #the high republic #Star Wars oc #my art #only one of them tho lol #piper’s ocs

[derickbatista31]

echo and fives

#purge trooper #star wars fan art #star wars #art digital #clone tober #star wars art #art world #sketchwars #clone tober 2022 #star wars tattoo #ink drawing #illustration now #obi wan #tattoo inspiration #clone trooper art #clone army #clones #clone wars #the clone wars #echo #fives #echo and fives #501st legion #tcw #tcw fanart #arc trooper fives #arc trooper echo

[jgvfhl]

It's OCtober!!!!! Again!!!! I'm using @soclonely's list this year. Day 1 was "Pumpkin spice and everything nice" with Loops and Trees. Day 2 was "Witch's Brew" with Tala and Hardcase. And today, Day 3 is "Crunching Leaves" with Sixes and Elevensies. Happy October!

#i do the doodles #oc tober 2023 #star wars ocs #clone trooper ocs #clone trooper loops #clone trooper trees #clone trooper hardcase #tala x hardcase #commander sixes #clone trooper elevensies #number lads #MaxRebo'sBandStand

[strawberrytiramisuu]

Day 22 : OC with weapon of choice

Another Jedi yippee !! This is my padawan OC Otess Mox ! She fought in the clone wars

🍰✨🌿🍓🌸🏳️‍🌈🌈💎🏳️‍⚧️🦋🫶🏻💕

OCtober Prompt List

#my art #art #digital art #jedi oc #jedi #jedi padawan oc #padawan oc #padawan #clone wars #the clone wars #the clone wars oc #clone wars oc #Star Wars #star wars oc #OC #commissions open #OC tober #OC tober day 22 #OC tober 2023 #oc_tober

[soclonely]

OC-Tober Prompt List Day 3: Crunching Leaves

Link To OC-Tober prompts list

Summary: Tom and his granddaughter Eda spend an Autumn afternoon in the parks of Coruscant, enjoying the beautiful colors the season brings

Character Summary: Tom the owner of 79s clone bar, is a lifelong Coruscant citizen. He grew up in a middle class family and had a wife and 3 kids-two sons and a daughter- that live in different parts of the galaxy. But he has amazing relationships with each of them. When he was younger, Tom was a professional ice skater along with his wife. When he retired, he took the time to teach other aspiring skaters in a school run by him and Millie. A lot of kids from Upper Level families attended his classes, thus creating his connections throughout Coruscant on the influence level. Once his wife died, he lost his passion for skating and closed up the school. During a dark time in his life, the clone wars started and seeing those young clones one day just standing outside their barracks with nothing to do sparked something in Tom. He talked to his many friends, got together, and helped give clones their right to just cut loose and relax every now and then. They are people too afterall. He opened up 79s and sees evey one of those young men that walk through his door as a part of the family. Tom never judges anyone and would give you the shirt off your back if you needed it. You can usually find him behind the bar, cigar in hand, and ready to give you the advice you need or to just talk (because sometimes thats all you need is a conversation)

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“Look at all of the cool colors, grandpa!” Eda laughs, twirling in the pile of fallen leaves. She turns to Tom and smiles, holding up a bronze colored leaf. “I think this one is my favorite-OH OR THIS ONE!” She immediately dives into the next pile, reaching for a vibrant yellow.

Tom chuckles. “I suppose you haven’t been to visit in the Autumn.” He looks around the busy park. “Its like all of Coruscant came out to enjoy the fall colors today.” He adds, grumbling to himself.

Eda runs over, taking Tom’s hand.”Oh grandpa! You are always so grumpy. Come on!” She pulls him along the pathway.”You said there was a covered walkway with more pretty leaves up ahead! I want to see them all!”

“Alright I’m coming, I’m coming!” Tom huffs, allowing the little girl to lead him through the sea of people. “Be careful Eda.” He adds as she narrowly misses bumping into a group of troopers. Tom gives them a quick nod as they laugh at the little girls determination. “Watch for others, especially the boys in white.” He reminds her sternly.

“There are so many of them.” Eda stops, looking up at the nearby tree.”I’ve never seen so many!”

“Well kiddo, it's wartime and Coruscant is the Capitol.” Tom explains, bending down next to his granddaughter. “Its only naturally it would be full of troopers.”

Eda rolls her eyes. “Not the troopers grandpa! The leaves! Colors!” she points to the quiet grove of trees in front of them. “We see big groups of troopers back home all of the time! Especially when they were evacuating the nearby planets. But we don’t have these.” She grins, bending down to pick up a small red leaf at her feet. “This one.. This one is my favorite!”

Tom sits silent as he watches Eda squeal and run through more of the warm colored leaves, the brisk breeze of war hitting him a little harder today.

#bartender tom #79s clone bar #star wars ocs #my ocs #star wars the clone wars #oc tober #MaxRebo'sBandStand

[cornycopeia]

day five: caf

#star wars #star wars fanart #commander fox #commander fox fanart #the clone wars #tcw fanart #tober prompts

[clone-medic-patch]

Chapter Summary:

Some days just feel empty.

The two-year anniversary of the Malevolence attack happens while Patch is on assignment with the 501st, but he doesn’t have to suffer alone.

Written for OC-Tober! (read the tags!)

Foggy Morning:

Patch drifted into awareness feeling like he was sinking in a deep fog. Exhaling slowly, he felt like the weight of the entire Resolute was on his shoulders, crushing him to the ground. 'It's going to be one of those days,' he realized drearily.

He’d had enough forethought to avoid scheduling anything, today of all days, so with a lack of prior engagements, he let his mind sink into that terrible emptiness, still preferable to the wall of grief he was trying to avoid.

Two years ago to the day, the Malevolence attacked, leaving Patch stranded, suffocating and helpless in an escape pod. Even with his current struggles, it was still preferable to the fate of his vode. He still didn’t know if his batchers had made it to their escape pods, if they’d suffocated in the vast emptiness of space, or if they’d gone out with a bolt of blasterfire from one of the droid’s search shuttles. All he knew was that they were gone… and he was not. 

Blunt’s absence that day had been a gift; one of the few times that Captain Ozzel’s last-minute mission postings came in handy, but in the end, he’d died too, leaving Patch as the last living member of his batch. 

Curling in on himself a little tighter, Patch listened to the relative quiet of the morning. Most troopers had already made their way to the mess hall, but he could hear Tup muttering to himself while putting on the last of his armor, probably running a little bit behind.

“Hey Patch,” He called quietly, mindful of anyone still sleeping. “I’m headed to the mess hall if you wanna join me. If not, I could probably bring something back on my way to training.” 

Prying his eyes open felt like a monumental task, but Patch did it, responding tiredly. “I’m alright, thanks kid.”

“Sure thing! I just wanted to check, since you’re usually up before me.” Tup nodded, giving Patch a curious look, to which Patch shrugged half-heartedly before closing his eyes again, wincing slightly at the reminder that he’d slept in his armor again.

Tup left not too long after that, and Patch spent the next few hours drifting in and out of consciousness. His breathing was slow but effortful, in time with the crashing waves of his psyche. He heard his comm go off a couple of times, but moving, even to check his comms, seemed like an insurmountable task.

If Blunt were here, he would’ve yanked the mattress out from underneath him hours ago, Patch thought self-depricatingly, and the first set of silent tears came to his eyes, blurring his vision. 

Lost in thought, he didn’t notice the other troopers coming back from training until Tup and Dogma were right next to him, armor clattering against their bunks. 

“Patch? Are you still asleep?” This time it was Dogma asking, sounding cautiously concerned. 

Patch shook his head wearily, still half-hidden by his weighted blanket. “No, ’m awake.” He could practically hear Dogma’s frown deepen in worry.

“It’s past noon, vod. Did you eat anything this morning?” Tup joined in, hesitantly approaching Patch’s bunk.

Patch’s silence was worryingly telling, and Dogma spoke again. “Are you feeling okay, Patch?” 

When he finally responded, Patch’s voice was raw with emotion. “Not really…”

“Oh, uh, are you feeling sick? We can go grab Kix if you want?” Tup offered, concerned.

Huffing slightly, his lip twitched in the barest sense of amusement at their concern. “No, vod. It’s ok, just… today’s a hard one for me.” Finally, he forced himself to lower his blanket slightly, turning to face them. 

He rubbed at his face, suddenly aware of the tear tracks on his cheeks, and avoided eye contact. Open personality or not, he always felt bad about putting his issues on anyone, especially a vod’ika.

Tup looked a little lost, surprised by Patch’s demeanor, and Dogma, who was a little more familiar with Patch’s issues, eyed him sympathetically. “Oh… is there any way we can help? Maybe a hug?” 

Finally Patch looked up at them, giving Tup a broken smile before nodding shakily. “Sure, kid... a hug would be great.” 

Within seconds, Patch found himself with an armful of gangly trooper. Leaning into the hug, he felt his tears start to well up again, but didn’t pull away even when they started to fall. 

After a good minute, he pulled away, finding that Dogma had retrieved a hydro-pack and a ration bar. When he noticed Patch’s eyes on him, he offered the hydro-pack to him, along with a couple tissues.

“… thanks, Dogma, Tup.” Patch said, nodding to each of them. He didn’t feel better, not by a long shot, but he’d shifted into a sitting position during his hug with Tup, and that was at least an improvement. 

The logical part of his brain commented that he’d feel a little better after he’d eaten something and gotten some much-needed blood sugar, so he forced himself to choke down the ration bar that Dogma offered him. 

“Do you… want to talk about it?” Dogma suggested awkwardly after he’d eaten a bit, and Patch couldn’t help but smile. Emotional stuff didn’t come easily to Dogma, but he knew how to put in the effort. 

Shrugging, Patch stumbled through a response. His mind always seemed to work slower on these days, like he was plowing through a thick fog. “Yeah… it’s, just… two years ago, today, was the Malevolence attack… I’ve been pretty busy recently, so it hit me all at once, ya know?” 

He straightened up in his bunk, popping his back with a wince. Dogma gave him another concerned look, but knew better than to suggest that he take off his armor. 

“You sure you don’t want us to call Kix? For moral support, not medical stuff.” Tup offered again, and Patch knew better than to refuse. 

“Sure, kid. If he’s not busy.” Force knows, Wolffe was already going to scold him during their weekly holo call for spending the morning alone. 

With that thought in mind, he finally reached for his comms to look through the backlog of messages he’d missed that morning. 

Predictably, there were a few from Wolffe, first a remembrance, “Mhi su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, Mhi partayli, gar darasuum,” followed by a check-in, and one more when he hadn’t responded. 

There was also a brief message from another medic he’d gotten to know during his time in-training on Coruscant, just a brief, “Thinking of you today, vod,” that thawed a little bit of the icy numbness in his chest.

He typed out a short response to both, promising to comm the rest of the Wolfpack later that day. By the time he’d finished, Kix had showed up, offering him a sad smile as well as a holovid projector. The two medics had recently started watching an absolutely terrible civvie sitcom, after Kix had admitted to having zero time for any real hobbies, but yelling at fictional characters ended up being pretty cathartic, and Patch could honestly use the distraction from his thoughts for a little while.

Later, after the bunks had been rearranged and they’d watched more than a few episodes, Patch felt like his brain was finally starting to piece itself back together again. Admittedly, when he got into slumps like this, his poor self-care skills only made it worse, and the holovid snacks that Fives had dropped off midway through the second episode had helped more than he thought they would.

Shaking his head in amusement at a particularly terrible scene, Patch sighed to himself. “Scoot would’ve loved this vid, completely unironically too.” 

Kix smiled in response, a brief searching look on his face before he asked, “What were they like? Your brothers… if you feel like sharing?”

Patch huffed, bittersweet amusement filling his tone as he thought about his batch. “They were troublemakers, for one. Gev alone was probably responsible for half my gray hairs, with his shenanigans and complete lack of impulse control. Pel acted all quiet and innocent, but he had the worst luck of any vod I’ve ever seen, and we were always bailing him out of some situation or another. Scoot was far too clever for his own good. When we were cadets, he came up with this game where he’d attach himself to one of the service droids and slide around Kamino in his socks. I don’t know how many times I had to patch up his socks, and the others when they got into it too. It’s actually how I got my name.”

He paused to take a breath, choking up a little bit as he continued. “... and Blunt… I was always the buir of the group, growing up, but Blunt was the one who took care of me. He wasn’t afraid to call it like it is, or to tell me to ‘go the kriff to bed,’ when I’d been in medbay for too long… I miss them every day…”

Kix had been listening quietly, and squeezed his hand once he was finished. “They sound really great.” He said softly.

Patch swallowed, nodding tearfully. “They were.”

Tup and Dogma had lowered the volume to give him space to speak, and when Tup offered him another hug, Patch didn’t refuse. Dogma’s gesture wasn’t as obvious as a hug, but he did scoot a little closer, offering Patch his support as they got comfortable once again to continue watching the holovid. 

Later on, after Patch had quite enough of the crick in his neck, he decided to shed a few pieces of his armor, and then a few more. By latemeal, he was still vulnerable, but almost lighter, both physically and mentally, and when Wolffe commed him that evening, he was able to assure his ori’vod that he hadn’t been alone.

#clone medic patch #clone trooper oc #swtcw fanfic #swtcw fic #clone oc #clone trooper dogma #clone trooper tup #clone trooper kix #patch is having a bad day #depression #grief #take care of yourselves! #patch wears his armor more than he should because of aviophobia-related anxiety #big sad #two years after the malevolence attack #oc-tober prompts

[mossy-rainfrog]

[ID: A traditional drawing of Dots, an original character from the chest up. She is a Star Wars Clone Trooper from the 212th Battalion in full armor, with her helmet removed. She has short, curly hair with an uneven, patchy hairline, two stripes shaved along each side of her hair, and tattoos of small dots in a curved line beneath each eye. She is holding her helmet before her as if she has just removed it, and is smiling open-mouthed off to the side. Her helmet has dots painted alongside the typical 212th arrow shape, and her pronouns are painted on her left upper arm armor. Beside her is written her name, Dots, and pronouns, in both English and Aurebesh. End ID.]

*vibrating at the speed of light* holy fuck i missed drawing my clone ocs. my girl has never looked this good in my life. anyways anyways hi everyone meet Dots, she’s a ground trooper from 212th, hailing from a batch called Blossom Squad, and she’s really good with people!! She’s the closest to another vod named Sear who we’ll meet later, and she has trichotillomania (a body-focused repetitive behavior where one compulsively pulls out their own hair) and I love her I love her so much. After the war she co-runs a mechanic shop with her surviving batchmates and tries to learn as many new recipes from clients as she can 🥺

#original characters #original character #october #oc tober #inktober #clone trooper oc #clone oc #star wars original character #star wars ocs #star wars oc #described #accessible art #mossy art #mossy ocs #clone trooper fanart #trans clones #trichotillomania

[firewoodwander]

OC-tober Day 2: New

#I’m sick as fuck and persevering #lieutenant green #vessel squad #oc tag #oc-tober #clone oc #star wars #art tag

[derickbatista31]

Buzz

#star wars fan art #star wars #artdigital #clone tober #clonewarsart #clone wars fan art #tcw #star wars art #artworld #star wars the clone wars #sketchwars #clonetober2022 #starwarstattoo #inkdrawing #kamino #illustration now #tattooinspiration #clone trooper art #galactic republic #clone army #luminara unduli #41st #buzz #41st elite corps #geonosis #clone wars #squad leader

[midnightcreator12]

...I told myself I was gonna do all of the @bweirdart OC-Tober but I just...don't like palette challanges.

I did Day One. I don't like it, the colors are wrong, it doesn't look like Magpie

He looks like 212th ARC.

So I will be taking the skip and pick it back up on Day 15 through 20...which is def gonna be late because I'm going outta state but oh well, that's what I get for trying to force myself to do the palette all week :p

Also, bonus pic with Magpie's normal colors:

There's my boy. Much better

#star wars #oc tober #bweirdoctober #clone trooper oc

[hotcocoaandstripedsweaters]

OC-tober Day 11: Kisser in a different story world

Recently, I’ve been working on a Star Wars fic with a higher than usual number of OCs. The fic isn’t posted yet, but I thought I might put a few of these out there.

I just couldn't help but combine two of my trashiest fandoms, you see.

The original post is here by @icannotreadcursive.

Day 1

~+~

Kisser sighed as Demon Lord Jango Fett, his progenitor and ostensible boss, gave another rousing speech about the terrible horrible no good very bad cultivators hiding away on their nasty little mountains in the human realm. Hopefully this rousing little number would be done soon and they could get back to the real work of building housing and harvesting food for the ever-growing demon army. Lord Fett had a warrior’s mind but no head for logistics whatsoever, much to the chagrin of the army he’d summoned forth from his own blood. Kisser wasn’t paid to have opinions, but he thought it was pretty telling that whatever survivors there may have been of Jango’s previous command were staying the hell away from their newly acquired territory.

Then again, the new territory was in the deepest parts of the Endless Abyss, surrounded by hostile wildlife and lone roving demons driven mad by the miasma of pain and hate that gave the region its name.

As Kisser was musing idly about whether he was also going to go mad or had already been born so, the speech concluded. The siblings dispersed, save for the Commanders who had to follow Jango to his war room to waste time planning an unsustainable invasion. Kisser himself made his way over to the kitchens.

“Heya, Jude,” he greeted. Jude was a dour looking Sibling, but he had such a way with spices the kitchens had stolen him from the combat unit quickly. “Anything specific you want me to look for today?”

Jude grumbled inaudibly, hunting around for a moment before handing Kisser a piece of paper with a short list of plants. “Don’t touch the leaves on the Sleeping Razor Leaf.”

“Aww, Jude, it’s nothing a little somnophilia can’t fix,” Kisser teased.

“If you don’t bleed out first, maybe.” Jude shooed him with a wave of his hand.

Reviewing the list as he walked, Kisser planned a route that would take him through the nearby desert. He’d need to grab a few supplies–a lighter set of armor, couple of canteens–but he wouldn’t need to venture too deeply so no camping gear. Too bad he wouldn’t have an excuse to miss tomorrow’s scintillating lecture about the evils of the Jedi cultivation sect et cetera.

It was a good hike. Kisser found a patch of Long-Spined Eternal Nettle, which made his search for its sister plant, Hot and Cold Moonflower, much simpler. He made sure to note its location, so other siblings could find it too. 

There was a distant screaming-tearing sound, which Kisser noted was further along his route. The atmosphere in that direction seemed to suck inwards, and the light bent strangely away from it.

Well, Siblings didn’t make names by being reckless nor by having self-preservation instincts! Kisser would find out what it was if it was still there when he got there.

It took some time, but Kisser made his way into the scrublands, where the weirdness seemed to be centered. Before he could really figure out what was going on, he saw a figure falling from the sky, followed by a flash-crack as the weirdness shattered. Using his admittedly marginal cultivation, Kisser put on a burst of speed and managed to jump and catch the falling person before they hit the ground.

Once he was on stable footing, Kisser looked at them properly. They had ruddy hair and a blood red demon mark, but their clothes were unmistakably human and their face was round and tear-stained. Their expression morphed from devastation to anger lightning-fast. Kisser set them down as quickly and gently as he was able to while dodging a punch. It had a crackling blend of human and demonic energy behind it–terrifying and fascinating in equal measure.

 “Hey, hey, hey,” Kisser objected, hands up and placating, “No need for all that! I just didn’t want you to go splat, is all!”

“Who are you?” they demanded, trying uselessly to straighten their robes.

“Name’s Kisser,” he said jovially. “I live at the settlement a few clicks that way. Only sane-ish bunch for miles.”

“Sane…ish?” then, before Kisser could clarify, “Apologies. I am called Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

Kisser didn’t know any human niceties, even though his new friend seemed to want to keep to them. “Good name!” he tried, though the hint of bewilderment told him he missed by a click and then some. “And I say sane-ish, because most demons go crazy if they hang out here too long. Too deadly and,” he waved his hand, “mind-poisoning? I guess?”

“But you have a settlement here?” Obi-Wan had fully collected himself, save for the redness around his eyes.

“Yeah! I can probably sneak you in, but it’ll be hard for you to blend in,” Kisser mused, “Still, you need to eat. Just can’t let Lord Fett find you!”

Obi-Wan hesitated, but after glancing around and seeing his very limited options, he agreed. “Alright. Why won’t I be able to blend in? Surely you have extra clothes.”

“Oh,” Kisser laughed, “Cause we’re all clones of Lord Fett.”

Obi-Wan stared at him as though he’d grown a second head, but said, “Lead on, then.”

Brave little thing.

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Day 12

#star wars #clone oc #oc-tober #prompts #svsss fusion