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kal goes to pride out of spite because he's mad that people would be cruel to their children just because they're queer, pass it on

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The Terror Twins

Was inspired by some of @honnid's latest work to make something of my own with Sev/Scorch, the duo that some fans like to call "The Terror Twins." XD

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Another one inspired by the delightful @cptn_rex! (IG) Rex at the aquarium just gave me feels for some reason. I imagine he’d very much appreciate how awesome the underwater world is. As far as we know, he’s never seen it. (Also I have never drawn an aquarium scene and by golly lemme tell ya: it is a doozy.)

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JAW. DROPPED.

oh dear what is happening in the books

sidenote: I've only read until Triple Zero atm BUT OH BOY THIS SERIES asdfghjkll

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AAAAAAA THE PART TWO IS HERE

part two: juno.

(part one: bed chem)

“Will you be all right until Etain gets here?”

Darman looks up from his datapad. It’s still a shock to see Bardan as he is now—no robes, green beskar’gam, helmet under his arm. He’s gone a few days without a shave, cut his hair to a manageable length, and had Darman not known better, could have been mistaken for a born and bred Mando’ad.

“I’ll be fine. Thanks, Bard’ika.”

“Be back in three hours.” Bardan disappears behind the helmet, now a faceless Mandalorian. He pauses, and Darman looks at him, half-expecting him to say one more then. But then he turns and leaves, and Darman is alone.

He waits. He’d much rather have met up with Etain when she returned to the barracks, walked with her down the skywalk to take a transport to the apartment. Maybe hold hands like the couples he’s seen milling around Triple Zero. But this is what they signed up for: a clone and a Jedi general couldn’t be together, so they had to meet in secret.

At least the squad knows. In fact, maybe too many folks are well aware of his and Etain’s relationship. There is some comfort knowing they aren’t the only ones–Atin and Ordo had their respective partners, too.

Before long, Etain pings his datapad I’m here. And the door opens.

Darman crosses the room as Etain drops her bag and heads straight for him. They crash together, Darman scooping her up into his arms and lifting her off the floor. Her arms tighten around his shoulders, her head turns to pepper the side of his head with kisses. He doesn’t put her down, carrying her to the couch. They fall onto the couch and Darman pulls Etain into his lap. They say nothing for a good, long while, letting their kisses and hands do the talking.

“Dar,” Etain says, interrupted by another urgent kiss. “Darman.”

It occurs to Darman that she may not be repeating his name out of desperation, and actually has something to tell him. His hands frame her hips, dark eyes peering up. “Yes, Et’ika?”

She takes a deep breath. She seems burdened by what she wants to say. Her jaw tenses, her lips pressed together. He inhales, and she cups his cheek, an apology waiting in her wide eyes.

“Etain. Please.” Darman’s heart starts to sink.

“Dar, I’m pregnant.”

His heart does something different, stopping for a beat. “What?”

She blinks, the corners of her eyes are wet with tears. “I’m pregnant.”

“With a–child?”

“Yes, Dar.”

“Our child?”

“Yes.” Etain’s eyes well up and she inhales sharply like the question punched her in the gut. “Our child.”

“Oh.” Darman scrambles to hold onto reality. A child. Their child. Our child. “You’re pregnant?” he confirms, his voice lifting.

Etain takes his face into her hands. “Yes, Darman. I am pregnant. With our child.”

Darman looks down as if he’s confused by the lack of any indication of the pregnancy on her person. “How?” He knows how. “I mean–when?”

“I’m twelve weeks along, which means…” Her face turns red. After a moment of reflection, Darman remembers where they were twelve weeks ago, too.

Darman breaks into a grin. Etain watches his face, still teary-eyed. “Right,” he says with a faint smile. In war, pleasant memories come few and far between. His smile fades when he looks into Etain’s fretful eyes.

“I’m so sorry, Dar, I don’t know what happened. I thought I could prevent this.”

Darman turns his face into Etain’s hand and kisses her palm. He’s at a loss for words. His heart starts to pound in his chest as his mind works over the details. What are they going to do when the baby comes? Won’t Etain get into trouble with the Jedi?

“Dar, talk to me. Please.”

“I’m still trying to…” A baby. He’s never interacted with a baby before, only seen them through glass. “I’m in shock.”

Etain’s hands move to his shoulders, her fingers clutching red fabric. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.” Darman pulls Etain close, wrapping her up in his arms and holding her against his chest. The future has always been uncertain for him and this is no different. All he knows is: “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Etain sniffs.

“It’s going to be okay.”

Etain tightens her grip on his shoulders and he hears her hold back a sob. “I understand if you don’t–want this–but–I do.”

Her words punch him in the gut. “Et’ika.”

“I know it sounds crazy, but I can feel in the Force that this is right.”

Darman rubs a soothing hand over Etain’s back as he considers her words. How can it be right, when they have to hide their relationship? How can it be right, when Darman himself has no rights? How can it be right when in less than 48 hours, they would both be redeployed to fight in a war?

“Darman?”

He’s asked and answered all of those questions, and he chose Etain every time.

“I trust you,” Darman says. “If you want this. If you think I can be a good father.”

“Of course, Darman. You’ll be a great father.”

Etain sits up and when Darman looks into her earnest eyes, he could be persuaded to believe her. He smiles. “We’re going to have a baby.”

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE!!!! <3

(now’s the time to put on your party hats)

Its my birthday!!!! :D

Happy early birthday to repcomm, my (almost) twin

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OHMYGOD

If Clone Troopers had Tik Tok:

Delta Squad edition:

Boss:

- Has a public account that he posts on daily

- There’s an on going series he unintentionally started about what he has to deal with on a daily basis

- Literally all his videos start with him looking so done with his squad, then the camera flipping to them being idiots

- His most popular video was taken by Scorch who stole his phone; it consists of him, Sev, and Fixer looking at the camera with the ‘so done’ face, and flipping to Boss going on a cuss filled rant about how they can’t eat dessert before dinner, and to eat the dinner he cooked

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Sev:

- It’s a private account, he’s very picky about who follows him, and he rarely posts

- When he does post, it’s trick shot videos or him judging everyone else

- Doesn’t really use it much other than to look at what the others have posted or what Scorch sent him

- He has one video he took that he pinned to his page consisting of him and Fi dropping eggs off a balcony to see how many civilians they can hit (he also pinned Boss’s comment telling him to take it down)

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Fixer:

- Downloaded it because Scorch kept sending him videos, made a private account, allows only other clones to follow him and follows them back

- Uses it surprisingly a lot, watching all his brothers’ videos and him making edits mostly

- Has an ongoing video series where he takes all of Scorch’s jokes and turns them into inspiration quotes

- His most popular video is pinned, it’s of him walking with Scorch, eating ice cream, and talking to the camera about how a little old lady bought them ice cream

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Scorch:

- Was the first to get it and posts publicly not caring who sees it, but has to have Boss’s approval before posting

- While he does post a lot, he never makes videos while actively on missions

- His videos consist mostly of him telling silly stories, random shenanigans, dumb jokes with his brothers cringing in the background, and various little snippets of out of context moments with the squad

- His most liked/viewed video shows him bopping his head to the beeping of a smoke detector, the camera flipping to Sev standing on a chair fanning the smoke away from the detector and Fixer spraying a fire extinguisher in the oven, then flipping back to him still bopping while Boss is on the comm ordering takeout in the background (the caption is Boss says I’m not allowed in the kitchen anymore :( )

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I TOO AM ONE OF THE THREE PEOPLE AAAAAA

Low quality pre clone wars Bardan/Akaan sketch, posting for the three ppl who care i love yall

Set right when Akaan got knighted, a year before the war

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AAAAA ETAIN

she looks so lovely WOWOW

“We've come to abduct Ovolot Qail Uthan and destroy her research facility," Darman said. "She's developing a nanovirus intended to kill clones."

Etain leaned closer. "Clones?”

yapping under the cut !!

okay so. reppcomm hard contact made me write my 'i love you star wars ' kind of post and i got cool star wars mutuals from that and then posted nothing original relating to star wars for. like 6 months. apologies gang but um this book really fulfilled what i wanted to see and hear about the clones so i am going to yap about this drawing so yes !

the scene that i specifically drew stood out to me because this is where darman and etain really sit down and be a little bit vulnerable. darman has this really interesting monologue going and etain starts with her whole 'dont call me commander im not a good jedi spiel'. darman is really thrown off by etain - she's the first girl he's met properly, she completely overthrew what he thought he knew about the jedi in about two sentences and he eventually starts caring for someone who isn't a clone. with etain i think the very innocent, very insecure and girlish kind of vibe is really pushed by the novel and i enjoyed seeing her start to come into her own by the end of the book. i tried (???) kind of getting the same vibe across in my drawing so yeah ! also the quote that guided me the most with how she looks was:

“Her face was a study in blank surprise. It was also fascinating in a way he couldn't define. He had never seen a human female this close, this real. He was astonished by the dappling of small brown dots across the bridge of her nose and her cheeks, and the different strands of colors in her long, unkempt hair-light browns, golds, even reds. And she was as thin as the locals. He could see blue veins in the backs of her hands, and she smelled different from anyone he'd ever shared space with. He wasn't sure if she was pretty or downright ugly. He just knew she was utterly alien and utterly fascinating, as alien as a gdan or a Gurlanin. It was almost stopping him from concentrating on the job.”

and also the official art:

this quote is actually from the exact scene i drew. thinking about it now i would've liked to give more of an unkempt vibe to her but um maybe next time ? she doesn't look very unkempt-girl-on-the-run in the official art so... also i'm totally assuming that shes like 19 or so given that darman is 20-21 biologically. please don't ask me about the background i dont even want to start eugh i need to practice building environments and texture. anyways when i get my art tablet to mildly agreeable again i will in fact be drawing darman i have SO many thoughts and quotes about him 🙂‍↕️

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getting the band back together !!!!

Every day I’m pleasantly surprised by the number of Republic Commando fans on this website. I really thought the antis killed anyone’s interest in the series. We’re so back

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MY SHAYLAS

I didn’t think I could love this man more, but I do oh my god. These were probably my favorite part of this comic. I loved seeing this side of Jango and his relationship with Boba, so precious

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YOURE GONNA LOVE IT I PROMISE

I started playing the game yall

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AWW YEAHH SKIRAVAU AND THE SQUAD LEADS!!!!

Slight Skiravau/Repcomm propaganda posted here on TikTok again :D

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OH MY GOODNESS ITS THE BOYS

LOOK AT THEM

NOW LOOK AT THEM AGAIN

I listened to you peopleeee

(posting these before I play the game so I can come back later and see how I got their vibes based on people comments alone X)

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i need to write jangoshaak.

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vau the absolute man you ARE

Walon-fucking-Vau everybody.

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im STILL not over this no matter how many times ive read it

they’re so soft in this i miss them ☹️☹️

“Counting my freckles? Why?”

“Someone’s got to.” SOBS ACTUALLY 

bed chem.

Qibbu’s Hut, entertainment sector—strike team operational house—early evening, 371 days after Geonosis

So … how long does it take two squads to finish their meals in the bar?

Long enough, I think.

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After a hot shower, Etain and Darman fall back into bed, both sated and exhausted. Darman brushes Etain’s wet hair out of her face and pulls her into his chest. As long as they were alone, he would steal as much of her as he could.

Etain takes a deep breath, memorizing the way Darman feels—the firmness of his body against hers, the strength with which he holds her, and the peaceful way his mind comes to rest. He is a glowing light, bright and warm like a campfire at full burn.

The future is as inevitable as the turning of the galaxy, but for now, Etain basks in Darman. She looks up from where she’d curled her face into his chest to find him staring at her intently.

“What?” she grins.

“I’m counting your freckles.”

“Counting my freckles? Why?”

“Someone’s got to,” he insists.

Etain giggles, running her fingers over his shoulder. “How many are there?”

“At least ten.”

They both break into a fit of laughter. Etain rolls onto Darman, lying on him like a big pillow, and stares down into his face. They’d already made love twice and three times would be too much, not to mention surely the others would be back soon.

She kisses him anyway with nothing more than a brush of her lips. “Now how many?”

“I’m up to twenty-nine.” Darman grazes her skin with his fingertips, making idle shapes along her back, and if Etain doesn’t concentrate on his mind, then she can let the randomness of his touches cause a shiver.

They keep pausing to stare at each other, and Etain continues to marvel at how different he is from his brothers. It’s in his eyes, and the way he smiles, nothing at all like Niner or Fi or Atin or any of Delta.

Darman’s head rests back onto the pillows. Etain is staring at him, and he isn’t used to someone who isn’t one of his brothers paying such close attention to him. “You don’t have to read my mind, you know. You could just ask.”

“I wasn’t—oh, Darman.” Etain sits up.

And Darman flinches, realizing he’s said something wrong based on the way she frowns. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I know.” Etain smiles, a little sad to think her Jedi-ness would always be strange to Darman. “I was only admiring your eyes.”

“My eyes?” Darman’s brow knits. He thinks she’s the one with eyes worth admiring, green with flecks of amber.

“Mhm.” Etain brushes her hand over his forehead. “And your nose.” She follows the bridge of his nose. “And your lips.” Her index finger lands on his lips, one of the softest parts of him.

Darman flushes. There is a joke in there about saying he’s one of a kind. He forgets to say it as Etain traces the line of his mouth.

Her hand goes lower, down his throat, over his collarbone. When Darman locks eyes with her darkened gaze, he doesn’t have to read her mind to know what she’s thinking.