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tried my hand at sketching some clone oc's i have bouncing around my noggin' like spilled ping pong balls

this is "Pup" and his commanding officer "Feral"

Double angst points if Bly gets freed of the chip later and has to face the fact that not only did he kill the love of his life, but also their baby and their future. Whether or not he knew about the pregnancy before O66 or he learned about it after, it doesn't matter. All his hopes and dreams turned to ash.

Pretty soon most of the clones figured out that they could say things in Mando’a if they didn’t want their jedi to know (e.g.: complaining about their recent missions, gossiping about the Jedi, etc)

*in the Coruscant clone barracks mess hall*

Waxer *in Mando’a*: “oh my stars, why do the jedi just throw themselves around so recklessly?”

Cody *also in Mando’a*: “seriously, i have to work so hard keeping Obi Wan from jumping in to stop every fight he sees. It’s so tiring.”

Rex: “at least your Jedi stays with you, half the time i don’t even know where Anakin and Ahsoka are, let alone what they are doing.”

Cody: “yes, but they have each other. Obi Wan tried to fistfight a commando droid after he lost his lightsaber. Its an absolute nightmare trying to keep him from dying.”

Obi wan, who has been standing behind them the entire time *in perfect Mando’a*: “really Cody, it’s rather rude to speak ill of someone in a different language, i expected better from you.”

Cody *pales rapidly*: “…”

Everyone: 😮😳😍😘😜❤️‍🔥🫦

Cody:

Reposting some of my old art of my clone OC, Watson, from recent to oldest. He’s the CMO of 212th, holding the title Captain while also being the head surgeon. Even if he should be in the theatre working with the rest of his surgeons and nurses, he sometimes joins his field medics on the ground (like the maniac he is, giving his second immense stress) and basically utilises the ARC training he bullied Fordo to give him when he was still a cadet, even if he was one of the clones trained to be a leader in the medical field.

Cody, distracting him with his pretty brown eyes while the medic loads a tranq gun in the vents: of course, sir.

Obi-Wan, who can barely walk in a straight line: honestly, Commander, I can take care of myself.

Cody, catching him with the ease of a man who has done this before one too many times: as you say, sir

Obi-Wan, looking dramatically betrayed, a colorful 212 orange dart sticking out of his shoulder: My dear Commander, what have you done?