#BlyLa

[secretly-a-trekkie]

no pickles?

[clonesuperiority]

Finally done! Ladies and Gentlemen: My first Mini comic here! It wasn't meant to be one, but after finishing the illustrations I really wanted to add the first 3 doodles for fun ^^

I better put the next image under a cut MDNI 🕵️‍♂️

next up is as requested Dart Maul ^^

[clonemmunism]

Back again with more low quality clone wars content

[rackcty]

oooohhhh you found flowers in the desolate snow landscape .. of course you did .. of course you must give them to your jedi …

[furious-blueberry0]

Aayla and Bly

Two cringe fail lesbians trying to get back to camp

Just showing this other two versions

[inafieldofstarflowers]

A fair warning that no one told me before watching TCW is that it’s a dangerous show if you get easily attached to characters. Like,, some of the clones have MAYBE 3 episodes of screentime and I still cry when they die. Also, it makes the prequels, which are already tragic, sooo much worse because instead of being like “awww dead jedi :(“ you’re like “oh no, dead jedi i KNOW”

And then being in the clone wars fandom is WORSE because you’re like “these clones with entirely fleshed out personalities are dying” and “oh no, aayla was shot down by bly, her husband” and “ahhh, plo koon was murdered by his own kids”

But also like, it’s also a great show if you get easily attached to characters because there are SO many and they’re all great

[jedi-enthusiast]

*during their monthly check-in call*

Fox: Alright, I'm bored, let's have a little competition. What's the weirdest thing your generals have done or can do?

Bly, dreamily: General Secura doesn't do anything weird, she's great... Fox: Bly's in love with his general, in other news water is wet, moving on! Rex: Sometimes General Skywalker just straight-up eats bugs. He doesn't cook them or anything, he just finds a bug and eats it. Fox: Now that's the kind of garbage I'm looking for! Next! Ponds: Sometimes General Windu will be about to make a decision and just stare really hard at whatever he's making a decision about for an uncomfortably long time. Then he'll shotgun like 10 space-Advil and keep going. Fox: I am both concerned and impressed, next! Wolffe: General Koon has made Separatist generals straight up surrender just by using his Disappointed Dad Voice™️ on them. Fox: Wow, that's- Cody: My general can talk to the dead. The Rest of Them: ... Cody: Get fucked.

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help idk if this looks good or not ?????????????????? Yes this is ship art obv

guys please this is a work in prog ITS NOT DONE!1 but thank u for the love cries

please let me lknow if u wanna be tagged when this is finished !

[mearchy]

Aayla: I'm so happy, I could kiss you!

Bly: Um...Neat.

*later*

Bly, lying face down on his bed: I said "Neat", Cody. Who the fuck says neat these days? It's not neat to say neat but I said it anyways because I'm kriffing stupid.

Cody, reading a book: Don't beat yourself up too much, Bly. Everyone gets nervous sometimes. Remember what I did when Obi-Wan confessed his love for me?

Bly: Didn't you thank him?

Cody: *closes the book and looks at the ceiling* I fucking thanked him.

[sadiecoocoo]

Thinking about Hardcase getting to be an ARC trooper with Jesse

Thinking about Tup and Dogma just talking and hanging out together

Thinking about Domino squad all joining the 501st and eventually becoming ARCs

Thinking about Rex getting to see his brothers after the war

Thinking about Comet hugging Wolffe after he lost his eye

Thinking about Wrecker letting Echo use Lula after a nightmare

Thinking about Fives being there when Echo was found

Thinking about bly and Aayla growing old together

Thinking about Cody helping shinies adjust after their first battle

Thinking about Boil and Waxer going back to Ryloth and visiting Numa often

Thinking about Omega getting to see the stars without the fear of being hunted

Thinking about Plo Koon making sure the 104th felt loved

Thinking about Ahsoka joining the clone cuddle piles

Thinking about Rex watching his brothers be happy

Thinking about the clones being happy

[sashketter]

The fun thing about the clones is that because they don’t have last names, whenever you write their name before another character who does have a last name, they read like a couple. Like ofc Cody is Obi Wan’s husband, it clearly says “Cody and Obi Wan Kenobi.” Or “Bly and Aayla Secura,” they’ve been together for ages! The clones are syntactically husband-shaped!

[coldbrewarts]

*sighs* I just think they deserve the bestest wedding

[frostbitebakery]

for @ferretrade

.Hashmarks

“I’ve seen a few troopers commemorating their kills with those,” Aayla comments, pointing her stylus at his collarbone where his shirt has slipped down.

It’s absolutely sweltering on this planet whose name Bly is saving in his long term memory just to avoid it in the future. Breathing feels like swallowing water, sitting still has him sweating more profusely than the 16-hour battle sims they endured during training. So of course his temp-regulating undersuit is shot to hell and their quartermaster is a mean bastard trying to teach him a lesson in taking better care of his stuff.

Bly had wanted to cry and beg for mercy.

Instead he had narrowed his eyes, nodded once in menacing silence, and turned back to his duties, hoping to instill at least some fear and regret in Q.

Aayla, his cruel savior, had crinkled her nose at him and offered a very large, very billowy shirt when he had sweat-squelched his way to their command tent. “It’s Quinlan’s, originally,” she had explained at his curious look. “He didn’t want it anymore.”

“Too many sleeves?” Bly had guessed hazardously.

So now he’s sitting in shorts and a billowy shirt at their shared desk, the collar constantly slipping off his shoulder because Vos is huge, and it’s an all-around aggravating situation. Except Aayla who’s lovely and can do no wrong, obviously. But who’s also taking an interest in his tattoos which Bly is not prepared for since his brain is actively melting.

“They’re for my batch mates,” he thus replies to her inquiry.

While the frown is settling into her features, her eyes flick down to count the marks.

Bly kind of wants to cringe. Oops.

“I thought batches were… decanted,” bless her for stumbling over that word, “in fives?”

He leans back, shrugs deliberately which has the added bonus of the shirt hiding the hashmarks again. “Now, yeah.”

“Cody, Wolffe, Fox,” she counts, her eyes boring into him. She’s like a massif with a bone, and there are moments Bly wants to be a chew toy. Sadly, this isn’t one of them. “I’m sorry about Ponds,” she says, means it with all her heart. “And you. I thought that was your batch?”

“Now. Yeah,” he repeats, half-smile lifting one side of his mouth. Does his best to not let the relief be palpable for her senses.

.Lightning

“Does it really have to mean anything when it looks this cool?” He almost cracks his neck trying to look at his back in the mirror. Lightning bolts strike out from his spine, wrapping around his upper arms like electric wings.

So cool.

“Your body, your choice,” Aayla says diplomatically.

Never mind the nay-sayers.

.Tic Tac Toe

“Ow,” Bly groans.

“Fucking tubie,” Squid hisses at him, bloody hands doing stuff way too fast for him to follow, “stop crying, it’s just a flesh wound.”

Holy hell, but the spots in front of his eyes do seem to grow larger. “You’re holding my innards,” he points out just as Squid throws away something bloody. “Don’t I still need that?”

“That was a wound pad, stupid.”

Wow, the black spots are in color now. “Mind the regs, soldier,” he slurs out.

Squid pulls a bandage - when did he do that? He’s incredible. He makes tattoos and medic stuff! - way too tight. “Commander Stupid,” he relents with another harsh pull. Bly pouts at him. “Congrats, you won the game.”

Bly weakly fist bumps the air. “Yay.”

.327

“Well,” he huffs out with a chuckle, leans back against the hull, “they’re my everything. Body, heart, soul. I’m ready to die for them.”

“They’re ready to die for you, too,” Aayla says quietly.

“Yeah.” He watches her roll the mug a trooper, long gone, made for her between her hands. “Wish they’d stop that.”

.Splinters

Squid wipes away the excess ink with ease and practice. “Well, it looks as stupid as you wanted it to. My work here is done.”

“Are you sure you can’t see the tattoo underneath?”

“Of course.” Squid pulls off the stained gloves, throwing him a judging side-eye. “No one will know what exactly you “hearted”, Commander.”

.Text

“Out of my way,” Aayla reads off his hand while he is unfairly under the influence of way too many drugs, “Rippin off my flesh, so you can’t recognize me, anymore.”

“I was an angsty youth,” he explains, maybe still sore about Wash forgetting the g in ripping.

She nods sagely. “That explains your taste in music.”

“I love polka.”

“No, the other one—“ She pats his hand which she’s still holding. His hand is so lucky. “Never mind. When you get out of here I’m introducing you to grunge and taking you flannel-shopping.”

His head is already nodding. His body is awesome at responding. “You’re like my sugar daddy,” he compliments her. Her and her twin. No, that can’t be right. He blinks and there’s only one Aayla again.

She snorts at him. “Showing you the holonet has been a mistake and keeps me up at night.”

.Flowers

“I wanna be a hi—,” Bly hiccups, fumbles with his drink before it goes all over Cody. “Hibi—“

“Hibiscus,” Fox suggests more drily than his drink.

“That one! I wanna be a hibiscus in my next life.” Just chilling in the sun all day, getting watered.

“I wanna be a spexcel sheet,” Cody says to the soaked through napkin which is stuck to his face but also to the table.

“We know,” the rest of them say in unison.

Man, being a hibiscus would be amazing. He will not remember this by morning.

Bly sits up in alarm at that revelation, spills his drink over Cody anyway. “I will not remember wanting to be a hibiscus,” he says, keeps his voice from wobbling by the skin of his teeth.

“You could write it on Cody the spexcel sheet to remember,” Wolffe suggests, pats Cody’s head when vague grunts of agreement sound from the napkin.

“Or,” Fox drawls out with a slow grin.

.

Bly very carefully tugs on the bandage with squinting eyes. The foil and adhesive separating from his skin is loud as fuck but needs must when it comes to facing the fallout of a drunken night. The bandage slowly reveals tender but well-healing skin, gold and a dark brown accentuating his skin.

He stares.

“This is not a hibiscus.”

[gamelpar]

youd never guess i had more blyla text posts in store did you

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

[swcowgal]

Bly moodboard🤎

[marymunchkiin]

Bly took Aayla out on a date to a haunted attraction called Quadrant 184 for Halloween Day and this was the souvenir image taken of them mid-scare. 🤣

Inspired by the memeable scare images of Nightmares Fear Factory. Happy Halloween! 🎃

Art by me 🥰