#clone cadet bonesy

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After Order 66, hundreds of clones were either left to rot in the clutches of the Empire, or simply faded from memory after escaping to the uncharted depths of the Unknown Regions. Living the rest of their lives in the confines of a cell, or constantly looking over their shoulders. There were a lucky handful that got to live regular lives however. Such is the case of Sponge and the family unit they stitched together from the wreckage of a war that had given them nothing but grief. It seems the Force really does work in mysterious ways.

At long last I can finally share with you my submission for the @cloneoczine, which unfortunately did not pan out the way we all hoped for due to unforeseen circumstances. Either way, a lot of really impressive pieces came out of this collaborative project, and I am very excited to be able to share what everyone else made!

This is also my first proper drawing of all of the Spongelings! Cameo appearances also include @lost-on-kamino's clone medic (Pitch) and scuba trooper (Penguin) who are a part of Sponge's family unit on Epifania, so they deserved to be a part of this clone beach picnic party (which uh, is about to become a whole lot more interesting once those gullmingos get to Lich...).

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Tulpa's Art Project

Sixer, currently in charge of helping to babysit Tulpa while Dogma is out of town with Sponge: Cadet, what is the status of your educational tasks? Tulpa, looking up at Sixer with a confused look: Uh...? Bonesy, rolling her eyes: He means 'Have you finished your homework' but like, in soldier speak. Tulpa: Oh! I already did my homework! It was an art class project! Sixer: Ah yes, our CO has informed me that the finer arts help to boost morale. What was the nature of the subject you've selected? Tulpa: ...Whoa? Bonesy: 'What did you do for your art project?' Tulpa, holding up a still slightly wet lump of painted clay: I made a massiff! Like the ones buir says ba'vodu Hound worked with! Bonesy, squealing: Awww!!! That's so cute! Sixer, blinking: Uh... The aesthetics are a little off and somewhat cartoonish, but yes. It is an acceptable recreation. Tulpa: ...Uuuh... Bonesy: He said it's very you and very cute. Tulpa, grinning: Thank you cousin Sixer!

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Happy Halloween everybody, don't forget to check those treats!

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Sponge and the Spongelings as TsumTsums. Maybe one day I'll draw a more detailed family portrait.

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In which, as the de-facto leader/older brother of the group, Sixer is a little concerned about some of his siblings's shenanigans. At least Cartoons and Bonesy are having fun?

I really need to practice drawing longer curly hair. That said, I'm still relatively pleased with this.

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I think given the circumstances Sponge did well for themselves and the cadets. Speaking of, can you tell me a little more about the cadets Sponge rescued? Why were they being decommissioned? Did no one notice them being gone? And why did no one stop Sponge from stealing the baby clones?

Spongelings ask! Spongelings ask! Spongelings ask!!!

I've been dying to talk about Sponge's ade'ika, so thank you Anon! This made my day :D

Ok so, when Order 66 hit it signalled the end of not just the Jedi Order but also the Jedi presence on Kamino. Without the Jedi to stop decommissionings and tubie processing, the whole Kaminoans believe in Eugenics thing got ramped back up to it's original status of YIKES.

Add to that the fact Tarkin wanted to end the usage of clones, and suddenly the Kaminoans are rushing to get rid of their "defective" batches to save-face.

Any disabled or "abnormal" clones, be they fully grown, cadet or tubie, were suddenly being rounded up for mass termination.

Sponge collected 10 cadets (all of which are 5 years old when they rescued them) who, by the standards of the Kaminoans, were slatted as unfit and to be decommissioned as soon as possible.

These cadets are:

Sixer - The de facto leader of the group, who's only flaw is being decanted with polydactyly. He has an extra finger on each hand, and that marked him as defective.

Patchwork and Ragdoll - A set of tube-twins that, due to a rather traumatic event during their training, have developed a serious case of separation anxiety. It's bad to the point they cannot function without having the other's presence nearby. Ragdoll identifying as female also marked her as mentally defective.

Cartoons - Suffers from overstimulation very easily due to being on the autistic spectrum. This makes him not only unfit to be deployed, but also makes it hard for him to be trained in general.

Bonesy - A visually impaired albino clone with a rather sour attitude towards authority figures. Her rebellious nature and very visible "aberrations" marked her as wholly unfit to be deployed.

Sucata - A non-binary clone with OCD. The reason behind Sucata being set up for decommissioning is still very questionable, as their OCD could be troublesome but not enough that it made them live a dysfunctional life. It might be that they were just widely disliked by their Trainers and the Kaminoans as well, for some unknown reason...

Leech - He suffers from Iron Deficiency Anemia, which the Kaminoans just couldn't be bothered to treat with supplements in his meals.

Gadget - Out of all of the cadets in this ragtag group, Gadget's tale is a tragic one. She suffered a severe spinal injury during a training exercise and was refused medical treatment by the Trainer overseeing it. This ended in her not only being permanently paralysed, but also slatted her for termination as well.

Spore - She suffered a connective tissue degenerative disease post-decanting which took her hearing permanently. Rather than supplementing her with hearing-aids, the Kaminoans decided it was best to simply terminate her.

Amoeba - He's force sensitive. That alone set him up for death on Kamino. He's also selectively mute.

Sponge's ade'ika are quite the diverse cast for clones, and they have a lot of personality. Even so, they weren't missed when they suddenly turned up missing in their cells. Good riddance to that problem am I right?

As for stealing the tubies... That took a little more work. The tubies became a lot more coveted by the Kaminoans once the Empire rose to power, and they weren't about to let some rogue medic walk away with 5 perfectly fine clone babies.

Luckily the Bad Batch's first escape from Kamino was enough of a distraction to allow Sponge and their new ade'ika to slink away unnoticed...

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Why is one of those cadets a white blond?

Bonesy is an albino. The eyes should be a giveaway.

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🍳for Sponge

🍳 - Breakfast in bed

[THIS STORY IS NOW ON AO3]

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Rest is a luxury that Sponge mostly can't afford. They've got many a responsibilities to attend to, such as tending to the cadets, making sure Lichtenberg doesn't light up their camps so much that everyone and their mother can easily spot them, keep a constant eye on Pitch and pray to whatever deity is out there that Penguin stops diving into every body of water he finds.

Out of everyone Sponge is in charge of Beau is the only sensible one. And she's a Barghest. A literal animal that somehow slobbered her way into their soft little heart.

Sleeping in is thusly not something Sponge typically does. They're usually up and at 'em preparing for the day and cooking breakfast before the sun fully rises. But not today.

Today they're groggily opening and closing their eyes, trying to figure out what is amiss.

The first thing that seems off is that Lich's many lights are off. Knowing that Umbara had left him terribly traumatised and mortified of even the smallest of shades, that is already incredibly out of place. The second thing that makes them suspicious is that they can't hear the children playing. Their little ones are awfully noisy when they're enjoying themselves, and even attempts at subtlety are usually quite conspicuous in volume. The third and final thing that makes Sponge sit up and start looking for their blaster is the fact their beloved Beautiful is nowhere to be seen. And she doesn't sleep anywhere but at their side.

They're about to get up when the smell hits them.

And then the little hushed voices follow what they can only describe as what can only be the scent of the manna of the gods.

"You think Buir is awake yet?"

"Shhh! Shut up stupid! It's meant to be a surprise!"

"Bonesy, don't be rude to Leech."

"But Sixer, he's going to wake up Buir..."

Sponge sighs in relief as they hear the cadets moving towards their tent. They can just about see all 10 silhouettes either tiptoeing or hovering forward. The smell is getting closer too.

They settle back down and close their eyes, pretending to still be asleep when Sixer unzips the tent and lets Gadget move forward. Her hoverchair approaches steadily and she keeps the tray of breakfast foods steady on her lap.

Behind Gadget, Bonesy tiptoes gently around, her little dress stained from both grass and a bit of food grease. Leech follows her lead, while Sixer makes sure Patchwork, Ragdoll, Cartoons, Sucata, Spore and Amoeba get in before he zips up the tent again.

Sponge lets a minute pass before they yawn loudly and begin stretching, pretending to be waking up just now.

As soon as their eyes open, the cadets grin at them.

"SURPRISE!"

Now, Sponge isn't exactly a great actor, but they think they deserve at least a few awards for jolting ever so slightly and staring at them with the widest most surprised eyes they can manage.

"What's all this?" They both speak up and sign, so that Spore can understand them like her siblings. "Last I checked, my decant day is only a year from now."

"Doesn't have to be a special day." Sucata pointed out as they picked at a loose seam on their tunic. "You always make every day about everyone else, Buir. So we thought we could make it about you for a change."

"Yeah!" Leech agreed. "We even got uncles Lich, Pitch and Penguin to make everything just right!"

"Uncle Pitch went to walk Beau so she wouldn't wake you up." Ragdoll grinned. "While Patchwork, Bonesy and me got uncles Lich and Penguin to help cook all the food."

"Cartoons and I helped everyone else make cards." Sixer grinned "Don't worry I made sure all the grammar was ok."

"And I made all the pretty pictures." Cartoons fidgeted "There's Buir, and all of us, and Beau, and Buir's brothers."

<I picked flowers for Buir> Spore smiles brightly as she signed, pleased with her contribution.

As the children eagerly talked about all their thoughtful actions, Sponge couldn't help but tear up as they listened to each and every one of them.

They couldn't have ever imagined that just caring for these delightful little ones would ever make anyone want to reward them for their efforts. Especially not after... And yet here they were, being given breakfast in bed and little handmade or handpicked gifts from their little ones. Their ade.

For the first time in quite some time, Sponge felt happy. The feeling only increased as they enjoyed the meal with the children. Because Force forbid they didn't get to taste the fruits of their hard labour after going out of their way to prepare such a feast.

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Assigning Pokemon Partners to my Clone OCs

After completing Pokemon Scarlet I just felt like assigning some ideal Pokemon partner(s) to my clones. Might do the same for my other Star Wars ocs if I feel like it.

I'll be putting these under a cut for both length and slight spoilers!

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104th:

ARC Trooper Bully - Blaze Breed Paldean Tauros

ARC Trooper Jawbreaker - Krookodile

Clone Medic Hyena - Mightyena

501st:

Clone Medic Sponge - Shiny Mabosstiff and Female Jellicent

Clone Trooper Jelly - Female Frillish

Clone Trooper Lichtenberg - Dracozolt

Clone Trooper Acronym - Algyem

Kit Fisto's Battalion:

Scuba Trooper Geoduck - Barbaracle

Scuba Trooper Conch - Cloyster

Scuba Trooper Crayfish - Crawdaunt

212th:

Clone Trooper Pretty Boy - Yellow Plumage Squawkabilly

Clone Medic Canivete - Nymble

Coruscant Guard:

Riot Trooper Olly Olly Oxenfree - Dreadnaw and Turtonator

K9 Trooper Redacted (ARF Trooper Schrödinger) - Granbull

Commander Sturm/The Ion Borg - Meltan

Vikerius Kwinde's Battalion:

Clone Commando Dragon - Kommo-o

Clone Commando Komainu - Hisuian Arcanine

Clone Commando Basilisk - Seviper

Clone Commando Gremlin - Sableye

Clone Commando Kerberus - Boltund

Krell's Battalion:

Clone Officer Incognito - Kecleon

No Battalion Affiliation:

Clone Medic Pox - Aromatisse

Clone Cadet Caboose - Stufful

Clone Cadet Tulpa - Paldean Wooper

Hippo - Claydol

Cala - Machamp

Goch - Houndstone

Syrup - Shiny Dustox

8-Ball - Lycanroc Dusk & Lycanroc Dawn

The Spongelings:

Clone Cadet Sixer - Tarountula & Maschiff

Clone Cadets Patchwork & Ragdoll - Tandemaus

Clone Cadet Cartoons - Shroodle

Clone Cadet Bonesy - Cubone

Clone Cadet Sucata - Varoom

Clone Cadet Leech - Komala

Clone Cadet Gadget - Cyclizar

Clone Cadet Spore - Paras

Clone Cadet Amoeba - Glimmet

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Absolution

Summary: 3 moments during Sponge's "retirement" that shaped them into the person that they always wanted to be.

[3 out of 3 drabbles celebrating Sponge Day (the date of their creation). I hope you all enjoy the Sponge Lore drop!]

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From the moment that their ship hastily departs from Kaminoan space, it suddenly occurs to Sponge that they have absolutely no goddamn idea what they are doing.

They packed up some supplies, their loyal pet barghest, 5 tubies still in their respective growth jars, and 10 atypical cadets into a singular transport. They then proceeded to flee without so much as a plan or destination set in mind.

It's classical 501st. It's very Fives-chic.

Sponge barely manages to restrain themself from bashing their face in on the ship's main console. They can't help but to scream internally however. Their day has officially done a 180º turn from the worst moment in their existence, to absolute idiocy and lack of foresight on their part.

Obviously they had wanted to do something, anything, to finally get some control over their life. A desire that meshed well with the urge to get revenge for the sheer atrocity they'd been forced to help commit.

Their hands may not be stained with the blood of younglings like many other vode, but they had facilitated those deaths by incapacitating the older Jetiise at the temple. As such their conscience is substantially weighted down with those deaths. The guilt is theirs to carry by proxy.

Surely in taking these cadets away from Kamino, they were exacting a form of retribution against the Empire?

There was no doubt in their mind the cadets were all slatted for decommissioning. Saving them had been a no-brainer. They deserved to have their chance in the sun.

The tubies had been more of a last minute decision...

Oh, who are they kidding? All of this was a last minute decision. They were being recklessly impulsive. Worse yet, they were putting 15 children in mortal danger by doing this... There had to be a better solution...

Glancing back at the group of cadets huddled in the corner with Beautiful in the middle keeping watch, they can't help but slowly relax. They look oddly at peace, despite everything that's just transpired.

Escaping certain death had likely helped sooth them to sleep.

Maybe they'd be able to find some kind of answer soon. The ship had plenty of fuel until then.

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Altering the cadets's scrubs was originally intended to be a form of disguising their origins, rather than a show of affection. Or at least disguise them as much as physically possible, considering they all had the same facial features. Sponge could only rely on the "these are my sister's decuplets I'm looking after" story so many times before someone inevitably saw through that lie...

Once they're all old enough to go through puberty, it'll be even harder to hide what all of them are.

Most civilians in the wider galaxy saw clones as faceless fleshdroids encased in armour. Not many were privy to what they looked like, since even karking Jango Fett had preferred to keep his face hidden from the general public whenever he could. But there had to be enough vode out there trying to hide in plain sight, that one or two communities could memorize their shared face. Commit their facial features to memory so as to better increase their chance of selling off defectors to the Emprire.

Sponge can't risk that. Won't ever risk that. They can't let these little ones die for nothing. So they start small, by altering the only clothes they currently have, and giving them their own distinct haircuts.

They do not expect them to brighten up so much at the idea of customization.

"I want a dress! A pale blue dress!" Bonesy bounces on the balls of her feet while clinging to their pantleg. Her hair is starting to curl over her ears, and she told them she wanted to grow it out as long as possible so she could feel like a "real girl". They reassure her she already is one.

"Whatever is most practical will do, sir." Sixer taps all 12 of his fingers together before playing with his thumbs, a nervous habit they've made note of in the past. They had already promised themselves they would make him a fidget toy of some kind to help with his instances of clear anxiety.

"Maroon hood... Please..." Amoeba is not one for many words. The polite and shy smile on his face is refreshing when compared to the boisterous nature of the great majority of siblings. Sponge can't help but to ruffle what would one day be a fully fledged mohawk. They'd shaved the sides yesterday and the young boy had smiled so brightly it was like looking at the sun.

"Short sleeves get less messy. Maybe... Buttons? To keep them in place?" Pragmatic as ever, Cartoons is well aware of how much of a mess he's going to make out of anything he wears with his artistic talents. So he chooses practicality like his older brother. He's been sketching everyone's requests, trying to provide some form of visual reference for them to work off of. It's very useful.

"We can make our own! We've always loved to mend!" Both Patchwork and Ragdoll chorus as they look up at them with excited twin smiles. They have the sewing kit they'd managed to barter for at the market. Once they'd seen it their eyes had immediately widened with glee at the prospect of getting their hands on it.

One by one they all voice what they want their clothes to be like. Outfit after outfit they (with the help of the twins) create for them with what fabric they can recycle or find. With each one they complete, the respective owner seems more like themself. It fits them perfectly, just as they'd intended.

They all thank Sponge. Hug their legs, stare up with such a bright spark in their eyes that it makes them go a little flustered. They'd never been complimented for their suturing before. It's such an odd thing to think about.

What's really happening flies over their head for a while longer.

It takes them about a month or two for Sponge to suddenly realize that they are now a buir. Something that they had never assumed to be a possibility after everything they'd gone through and done. All the mistakes and regrets...

It was a chance that had been biologically stolen from them after the Kaminoans cut them open and messed with their reproductive system, until they were deemed "normal enough" to be put to service under the GAR.

The cloners hadn't cared for what they had to say about it. Hadn't much cared for the concept of body autonomy in their products at all. Instead they had carelessly destroyed their fertility and crushed Sponge's hopes of siring (if they had simply found a good enough female partner) or even baring (a much more intimate and arguably strange desire for a mostly male presenting clone) children.

Adoption had been an option of course but, after the order went out and partaking in the temple march, did they really deserve such a chance?

Nurturing younglings was not something a monstrous fuckup like them deserved to ever be able to do. Not when they'd left the Jetii younglings to die by the hand of their many brothers and sisters that they had abandoned to their fate. And then of course they'd prioritized finding the little ones homes. Been quite successful in finding good homes that wouldn't ask too many questions. They were even down to two tubies.

The cadets were old enough that they didn't need to rush finding them a home until they could be sure they were all ready to integrate into civilian life. Sponge had assumed they'd never voiced a desire to leave anytime soon because they were willing to wait for the perfect one. It turns out they hadn't been waiting at all. The little ones had simply already found a home with them.

They were a buir of 10 young children. 10 children who loved and appreciated them, despite their flaws. Who trusted them with power over their own identity and self-image.

The knowledge quells a terrible pain in their heart and makes it swell with an all consuming love and protectiveness that they promise to stand by for the rest of their life. No matter how short it may be.

Their ade, their precious aliit, are all that matters to them.

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Strangely enough, Sponge becomes the go to person for new clone parents to seek advice from. It is absolutely and astoundingly bizarre, considering their reputation. Also very much their own fault.

They'd thrown a surprise adoption on Dogma and wished him good luck. From there on out, obviously the rest of the Guard Remnant concluded that Sponge had the most experience out of any other clone in terms of the "do"s and "don't"s of parenting.

They had raised 10 kids of their own in one go without a guide of any kind. "Obviously" they knew what they were doing.

It didn't help that every clone on Epifania apparently knew how to find their farmhouse. And, as loathsome as it was to be bothered when they preferred not to be, they couldn't help but smile and indulge their vode whenever they got to see the adiik they were raising.

They loved being a ba'vodu just as much as they loved being a buir.

It is quite something, to get to meet so many children that were born of an actual mother and a clone parent. One could even call it a very unique experience.

They'd wondered for many years if perhaps their genetics would taint any offsprings sired by the vode. A concern that wasn't too outlandish, all things considered. Their accelerated aging or nature as clones could, in some messed up way, contaminate whatever newborn came out of a natborn mother.

The nightmare of babies potentially coming out as just another form of clone had terrified them. Likely had terrified the clone parents as well. They had never been made for this sort of life. Softness and a love for child-rearing was not a part of their training.

It is unsurprising then that Sponge had thought a lot about pregnancy in their relatively short lifetime. Obsessed with it a little. Done so to such a degree that Pitch was better equipped to help with maternity based services. The new parents didn't need to be a target of Sponge's fascinations for the subject.

Not that any of them could blame them for such a reaction. To see the next generation of ade, so complex and unique in their own right... It's history in the making.

A chance for legacy.

Seeing so many little humans with shared vode and natborn physical characteristics? Hell, seeing so many of them that had these distinct clone features who were also hybrids?

It filled them with newfound hope for the future. Hope that maybe many clone lifetimes from now, they would not be forgotten by the galaxy after all. A part of them would forever live on in their descendants.

Sponge's own children, their Spongelings as Lich often called them, were already adolescents. Soon to be young adults that were looked at with reverent adoration and love from their little cousins.

Tulpa had the most contact with them out of all of them, since Dogma visited as often as he could to chat with them. He was already nearing 6 and starting to enter the pre-pubescent phase of his growth cycle. The little rugrat ran around with Dog at his heel, following each and every one of his cousins, emulating their behaviors and seeking their example. Learning from them.

And Sponge couldn't help but grin at the thought of their ade being seen as role models.

They had become a buir during a very difficult period in their life. They knew they hadn't done everything right. And yet Sponge had been blessed with 10 intelligent and well adjusted ade that they were proud of and loved very much.

It was a shame they were growing up so quickly. It was a shame all of them were aging so quickly.

But the fleetingness of life didn't make Sponge cherish their time with their ade, vode and nephews and nieces any less. If anything, it made every second, every hardship, every drink or meal shared, every night where they told them a story and then kissed them goodnight, all the more worth it.

It was through their little ones that they'd live on. Just as it was through them that Sponge had finally become the person they'd always wanted to be.

They think with confidence, that Jelly would have been proud of them for getting where they are today.

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Moth AU - Clone OC Moth Assignment

In which Eps assigns moths to her Clone OCS a la @waterlily707 's awesome Clone Moth AU! This took a hot minute to do...

ARC Trooper Bully - Rustic Sphinx Moth

ARC Trooper Jawbreaker - Black Arches Moth

Clone Medic Pox - Giant Silkworm Moth Caterpillar (Cannot pupate due to Sulu Ra's meddling so is forever stuck as venomous caterpillar)

Clone Medic Sponge - Giant Leopard Moth

Clone Trooper Jelly - Rosy Maple Moth

Clone Trooper Lichtenberg - Blue Tiger Moth

Clone Trooper Pretty Boy - Yellow Tiger Moth

Clone Trooper Olly Olly Oxenfree - White-Winged Red Costa Tiger Moth

K9 Trooper Redacted - Common Gray Moth

Commander Sturm - Garden Tiger Moth

Scuba Trooper Geoduck - Argent and Sable Moth

Scuba Trooper Conch - Madagascan Sunset Moth

Scuba Trooper Crayfish - Middle Lace Border Moth

Clone Commando Dragon - Elephant Hawk Moth

Clone Commando Komainu - Purple-Barred Moth

Clone Commando Basilisk - Southern Purple Mint Moth

Clone Commando Gremlin - Common Sheep Moth

Clone Commando Kerberus - Purple-Bordered Gold Moth

Clone Officer Incognito - Spotted Apatelodes Moth

Clone Cadet Sixer - Six-Spot Burnet Moth

Clone Cadets Patchwork & Ragdoll - Kentish Glory Moth

Clone Cadet Cartoons - Coffee Clearwing Moth

Clone Cadet Bonesy - White Plume Moth

Clone Cadet Sucata - Small Emperor Moth

Clone Cadet Leech - Galium Sphinx Moth

Clone Cadet Gadget - Lunar Hornet Moth (Spinal injury pre-pupation caused wing malformation)

Clone Cadet Spore - Spanish Moon Moth

Clone Cadet Amoeba - Lime Hawk Moth

Clone Cadet Tulpa - Robin Moth

Clone Cadet Caboose - Crimson Tiger Moth