#clone oc bingo

[olives-and-lilies]

So I got a Star Wars OC Bingo card to play with. First one I decided to do was the Deamon AU, (Golden Compass) but with in universe animals rather than our animals. So have Jayk and Voc with their Howler Deamons Brick and Haa’it. There was the instinctual moment of “how many of them with the same deamon is too much?” And stuck with no more than two or three repeats. Maybe one day I’ll draw everyone else with theirs.

Card under the read more by @clonefandomevents

[elismor]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Clone Trooper Wooley (Star Wars), Original Clone Trooper Character(s) (Star Wars), CT-8893 | Flood Additional Tags: swoc_bingo, Bingo, Original Clone Character, Clone Trooper Culture (Star Wars), Mention of blood, Superstitions Series: Part 1 of SWOC Bingo 2023, Part 5 of Jupiter's Living Room, Part 37 of Ten Thousand Words is a Drop in the Bucket Summary:

Better the devil you know...

Written for @clonefandomevents​ SW OC Bingo prompt: superstitions.

I’m going to use this bingo to flesh out Flood, who made his debut in ...without a paddle and got his first tat in Mark My Word. 

Stay tuned for a few drabbles and some shorts as well. :)

Card below the cut.

[clonefandomevents]

Original Clone Character request forms!! This bingo is to honor all the amazing original clones out there, from any battalion. As long as they're a clone you have created, they qualify! Look forward to seeing all the wonderful oc's!

[wolviecat]

She grew up dreaming of Jedi - twisting a strand of her hair into a little braid, broom handle instead of a saber, following their general every minute she had on her own. There wasn't a bit of Force of her, but it never stopped her. Then the war ended - with light saber in their collective back. As the years went on, her siblings often talked about it and wondered why it happened. Not her. She dreamed of Jedi - and of holding her blaster to their face.

for @clonefandomevents oc bingo

Aco is second from the Mouses “batch”. She adored everything Jedi, so the order 66 hit pretty hard

[petrifiedforests]

But would you...?

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Original Clone Character(s)/Original Clone Character(s), Clone Trooper Hics/Clone Trooper Pillar Characters: Original Clone Trooper Character(s) (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Hics - Character, Clone Trooper Pillar - Character Additional Tags: Fluff, Drabble, Bingo, annoying as a love language Series: Part 5 of OC Clone Bingo 23 Summary:

In the quiet space before sleep, a clone trooper asks the important questions.

Fill for the @clonefandomevents​ Original Character Bingo

Prompt: Disability

Card is under the cut again :)

[staycalmandhugaclone]

I Missed You, Too

This is almost entirely @drafthorsemath's fault. We were talking about Crosshair and got sad... so I needed write a little something and figured I'd kill two birds with one stone for the Clone x Reader Bingo prompt: Bed. (It's not spicy - I just wanted a tiny snip of fluff)

In my head, this is a Doc/Crosshair future scene, but it can be read as gender neutral and totally apart from the Doc Series.

Warnings: Crosshair being Crosshair, but he's really a softy. Snuggling in bed. Probably one of the least Warning-heavy things I've written

Words: 660

I knew he’d be there, sprawled out on my cot as if it were the most natural thing in the world, feigning pure ignorance to the way seeing him like that made my heart jump as wisps of glee sparked through my stomach. I knew he’d allude to some annoyance that I’d intruded while he was so near to sleep, all the while fighting the faintest hint of a smile as he reached for me, and I knew that he wouldn’t dare let himself actually begin to drift off until he held me firmly in his arms, but there will always be some profound disconnect in consciously anticipating these things, in imaging the façade of a scowl ruined by the love he couldn’t quite keep from those golden eyes, in remembering the feel of his hands and the warmth of his touch, the strength of his embrace surrounding me and the steady beat of his heart thudding softly against my cheek, with actually living through those breath-taking moments.

His arm already lay draped dramatically over his eyes as the door hissed open, flooding the room with an unforgiving light, and I couldn’t stifle the tiny chuckle that caught in my throat at his grumble.

“I was beginning to wonder if you were ever going to show up.” Crosshair drawled with a careful boredom that I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at as I walked past him to set my supplies down on the counter to be dealt with later.

“Keep giving me that attitude and maybe I’ll find somewhere else to sleep tonight.” I retorted, but before I could take more than a few steps back toward the door, his arms latched about my waist, wrenching a bark of laughter from me as he hauled me toward him, something torn between a growl and a grunt rumbling from his chest.

“Alright, alright! Scoot over!” I yielded, joy singing through my voice. He refused to release me as he shifted slightly, guiding me down until I lay nestled atop his chest, body thrilling in the want fueling his hold, in the flutter of his breath through my hair as he lightly touched his lips to my brow.

“I missed you, too.” I whispered, and it was so nearly teasing were it not for the depth of some unspoken promise veiled within those words. I’ve missed you just as desperately as you’ve missed me. I understand all the secret murmurs you can’t bring yourself to say through any means other than hidden touches and the covetous strength of your embrace. I couldn’t think and not wonder about you, if you were safe, if you were happy, if you were thinking about me, too. I couldn’t breathe without searching for the scent of you upon the air, and not a moment passed in which I didn’t long to return to you.

Trying to put the entirety of those thoughts into words would only work to cheapen the violence of emotion fueling them, and so we said nothing more as a relief more profound than the first rays of sun after an unending winter storm settled quietly about the room. I felt the deep breath slowly leave him, taking with it all of the tension and fear and worry that weighed upon every second we were apart, and found my own breath mimicking his in that same release.

I’d known he’d be here, laying atop my bed in the perfect allusion to an effortless sleep we both knew he’d been robbed of since I’d left. I’d known he’d play the role of aloof impatience all the while restraining himself from giving in to the need to feel me against him until the last minute. And I knew his lips now pulled into a gentle smile that he’d never reveal to anyone but me as we finally allowed ourselves to rest, eager for the comfort of the coming night safe in each other’s arms.

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Chapter 17 is for the square "movies". :)

She is CT-9905, but she’s called Vision. Cloned from Omega when Nala Se was attempting to clone Force-sensitivity, Vision is the only success. Not only is she Force-sensitive, but she also has the unique ability to see glimpses of the future when she touches something, or someone. As she grows older, she is assigned to Clone Force 99, forever altering the course of history.

[amberskyyking]

Clone Wars gave me big feelings and I accidentally wrote several hundred thousands words about it and now I’ve got fanfics (and paintings??) and pieces of my soul are on the internet and I blame Filoni. But turns out writing is cheaper than therapy and less likely to injure me than my other hobbies, so. Master list below! Please mind the tags and TWs.

Disillusioned - Main story! Cinnamon role rogue clone OCs and Luz the disaster pilot trip and fall into a series of rogue missions saving vode and taking names (mainly Krell, the name they are taking is Krell). 66 chapters long for… Reasons. 👀 Posting weekly with some bonuses!

Disillusioned Bonus Content Request Denied, Kark Off - Commander Fox is a protective, sleep deprived asshole. Spicy Snacks and Safe Places - Nox the Medic helps a brother through a mental health crisis in the aftermath of Umbara. Kriff’s Sake, I’ll Love Every Version Of You - A heartbroken Boomerang realizes he still has a chance with the love of his life and he’s not about to waste it. Crow, Please Report To The Commanders Office (OOOooohhh) - Crow was a terrible cadet. He is a terrible Coruscant Guard. But he's not a terrible brother.

Clone Wars Short Stories, Bingo & One Offs Facing Down Demons With A Drink In Hand - Captain Killswitch and his General have to face an old trauma in the form of his Jedi's old master, Pong Krell (Eventual series...?) Dying Isn't Very Regulation - Fives should know better than to touch weird force shit, but what's the silver orb going to do? Kill him again? Pfft. (Time travel fix-it inspired by Snapback, by TooManyTeeth!) Unattended Adiik'e Will Be Given Beskar'gam And A Free Tooka - Jaster Mereel finds a sad mandokarla child and Good-Buir-Jaster angst ensues (Written as a gift, but doubles as fic-therapy, I guess!) You Trust Too Easily - Crosshair trusted the Bad Batch one too many times... And now it's too late. (Based off the BB S3 leak!!!)

PLANT BUIRE ART SERIES!!!! - I started painting clones with plants after making some jokes about it with TooManyTeeth and they're actually really fun?? I don't know how these guys are coming out of my own paint but they deserve lil plant friends!!! If you'd like a print of any of these please PM me! I'm glad to share the love <3 Commander Fox and his Cactus, cause he's a prickly guy Commander Wolffe and his Wolfsbane, he's proud it's so poisonous

[clonemando]

Corrie Guard Bingo:

My fill for the prompt Bad Dates:

Fox has been on many dates, more than most people would guess, because Thorn and Thire keep setting him up. Not a single one has gone right- most have actually gone very wrong.

On AO3 here

This is for The Coruscant Guard Bingo run by @clonefandomevents

“Nope, no sitting, you have to get ready for your date. Go get your civvies on.” Thorn said with a big grin as he shoved Fox past the couch in the guard’s main office right toward the door leading to Fox’s personal office space where Thire was waiting with clothes to shove their leader into before he could attempt escape.

“Wasn’t the last one bad enough?” Fox whined but didn’t really fight against either of his brothers. 

“You only tripped and accidentally shoved her off the walkway, that wasn’t nearly as bad as the time you threw up on your date or the time you accidentally called them a whore in their native language.” Thire piped in cheerfully as he stacked Fox’s armor in his desk chair carefully. 

Fox groaned and Thorn grinned. “You at least caught her before she died even if she broke her arm from you grabbing it and will probably have a fear of public walkways for the rest of her life.” He said ignoring the glare Fox was giving him. 

“I don’t understand why you both insist I need to date anyone. Can’t I just be miserable alone in my office instead of miserable in public?” Fox pouted as he pulled on the nice red sweater and jeans so Thire didn’t have to pin him down. It was progress from the first two times they had done this and Thorn and Thire came out with black eyes and bruised faces.

“Fox, you read so many romance holobooks that it’s practically a personality trait at this point. We just want you to have someone to sweep you off your feet and make you swoon. You deserve it. You gotta get through all the bad dates to get to the good ones.” Thire hummed as they gave him once over and decided he pasted their muster. Thorn handed him the speeder keys. 

“Your date should be waiting for you in front of Dex’s. Try not to send her to the hospital this time Fox.” He said, slapping Fox on the shoulder and watching him leave before turning to Thire. 

“Two hours shift that he’s back before ten because something happened.” He bet and Thire grinned back. 

“His luck is worse than that, He’ll be back by eight, you’re on. I’ll get some ice cream and ready the blankets.” Thire said while they shook on it and separated to get back to their shifts. 

Fox sat in his booth at Dex’s alone, sipping on a strawberry shake keeping an eye on his chrono. His date had taken one look at him and made her excuses but he could tell she hadn’t realized he was going to be a clone. Wouldn’t be the first time. He had been on so many dates at this point nothing really surprised him anymore. 

“Is this seat taken Commander?” A voice drew him from his moping and he looked up and gave a small smile. 

“Not at all Miss Praji. I’m surprised to see you out so late.” He gestured to the other side of the booth and she slid into the seat with a little huff of relief. 

Rayne Praji was a reporter with the Galactic Daily News that was one of the few allies the clones had among nat-borns that weren’t jedi. With her copper hair and blue eyes she looked very much like what Fox thought Obi-Wan would look like if he had been born a little shorter and with more curves. It made sense since they were both from Stewjon and Fox had reason to believe they might even be related somehow though he hadn’t asked her yet seeing as that seemed a little personal. 

“You know me Commander, got lost on my way to my meeting and crashed into Hound and Grizzer, quite literally. My papers went everywhere. He kept apologizing like it wasn’t my own fault.” She sighed, brushing her hair over her shoulder as she stretched out tiredly.

“I’ll make sure he knows you don’t blame him. You’re one of the few people in the Senate that actually treat us like people, Hound would probably throw himself off a building if he hurt you or upset you, He’s dramatic like that.” He chuckled and she rolled her eyes. 

“He’s sweet. After helping me get my papers he picked me up and basically ran with me all the way to the right door just in time to keep the jerks who set me up from leaving. I was able to present my case and even guilt a few into signatures. How about you? I’m guessing Thorn and Thire are still meddling in your love life?” She asked and Fox sighed deeply. 

“They don’t seem to get that no one is interested in someone like me and every date gets worse and worse. The last girl ended up in the hospital. You might not be safe sitting so close, Miss Praji, for your own safety.” He said only slightly jokingly. 

“I’ll take my chances. Worth it for the good company and Dex’s milkshakes.” She said stealing the rest of Fox’s drink right from his hands and smiling at him sweetly as she sipped it while he just stared in surprise. 

“You shouldn’t have done that.” He said, his own lips curling up dangerously and she kept their gazes locked before she immediately ditched the drink hopping out of the booth and sprinting out the door with Fox hot on her heels chasing her as she ran with laughter ringing out behind her. 

She was surprisingly quick but Fox caught up quickly and swooped her off her feet, tossing her over one of his shoulders and starting to carry her back to where he had left his speeder. 

“I think I have to arrest you for theft Miss Praji. Shall I drop you off with Stone on my way back to the office?” He asked, smiling widely, glad the streets were pretty empty at this time of day because otherwise they’d raise a few questions- not that anyone would dare to ask. 

“I think you should deal with me yourself Commander. Wouldn’t want to give poor Stone more work.” She said and Fox paused, setting her down on her feet in front of him. 

“Miss Praji-” He started but she cut him off. 

“You’re a good man Fox. Kind, strong, and very handsome. Whoever those other women were, they were idiots or cowards. I would still want a second date even if you accidently got my arm broken. I know I’m just a reporter and feel free to tell me you’re not interested but… I would like it very much if you’d go out with me sometime on a real date.” She said and Fox stared at her in silence for several moments, enough to make her fidget worrying she had over stepped but then he pulled her close and kissed her smiling into the kiss at the little eep noise she had made before melting into his arms.

“I would like that very much Miss Praji.” He agreed resting their foreheads together after the kiss and she giggled. 

“I also think that if we’re dating you can call me Rayne, Commander.” She said and he pulled away but kept her hand in his own. 

“Then you can just call me Fox.” He countered as they started to walk again. He was excited to rub this in Thire and Thorn’s faces and collect all their betting credits and even more excited at the thought of getting to go out with Rayne on a proper date. 

[lbibliophile-sw]

Wave, I Can See You

For: @clonefandomevents - 501st Bingo: Character in peril, 212th Bingo: Misunderstandings; @212thappreciation - day 1: Canon divergence Also on AO3 [540 words]

“This is so karked up.”

“You’re telling me.”

Keys focuses on his batchmate’s voice in his ear, trying to ignore the cold fingers of mist creeping through the joins of his armour. They really shouldn’t be talking right now, not while he is on a scouting mission in unsecured territory, but he needs the comforting distraction of his 212th brother. One of the few advantages of them both being stuck on this creepy planet.

“I can’t believe the Umbarans stole our armour. That’s just wrong.”

“Honestly, I’m surprised no-one has tried that before. I guess the clankers aren’t that smart.”

“Or they did and the brass decided to cover it up.”

He settles into position, sensing more than seeing the rest of the unit fanning out beside him, their bold blue and white armour somehow fading into the hazy shadows. Their quarry in the valley below is less lucky, golden accents almost glowing in the dim light.

Despite their joking, anger is burning deep in his gut. How dare they. It is bad enough that the Umbarans are killing his brothers, but how dare they wear their armour. How dare they take one of the few things that are theirs, that they can mark as their own. How dare they use his brothers’ platstoid skins to deceive them. He glares at the nearest figure, his eyes tracing the stolen markings. The familiar markings…

“Flick… why didn’t you tell me your armour was stolen? Are you ok?”

“What are you talking about? I’m fine. It was you guys who had a patrol jumped. I’m wearing–”

“Fire on ten. Mark.”

Keys raises his blaster in automatic response to the order, his eyes still fixed on the white-and-gold figure below. His mind races.

The 501st were told Umbarans stole 212th armour. The 212th were told Umbarans stole 501st armour. 501st brothers line the ridge, ready to spring their trap. Figures in 212th gold creep through the trees, Flick’s familiar paint bright in the gloom.

“Flick. Wave your left hand.”

“What? Why-”

“Just do it!”

He watches as Flick’s helmet tilts in confusion. He watches as Flick’s left gauntlet starts to rise. He doesn’t wait for the figure – his brother­ – to finish the motion.

“FLICK!”

His helmet is off, freeing his voice as his desperate call echoes through the mist. His helmet is off, baring his instantly recognisable face as he breaks cover, stumbling downhill through the undergrowth. His helmet is off, leaving him unprotected from the raised blasters of the brothers behind him and the rising blasters of the brothers before him.

For a moment he is terrified that he was too slow, can almost see the blazing blasterbolts flying.

But then the forest is ringing with the familiar call of ‘hold fire!’, a chorus of matched voices. Then he is colliding with Flick, his batchmate’s own helmet discarded to reveal the confusion-fear-relief on his face.

“Keys!”

---

Later, he shakes apart in Flick’s arms as he realises just how close they came to tragedy.

Later, he stands silent as they are reamed out for flagrant disregard of communication protocols, and knows that any punishment is worth it while Flick is still alive to stand beside him. 

[olives-and-lilies]

New piece for Clone OC Bingo! I had the thought that all of my clones so far only have rather law-abiding companions, so I built Saga to go with my deserter oc Tank.

This one is for the prompt Trading Weapons. Saga doesn’t really do blasters, while Tank sleeps with his DC-17. On the other hand, that blade is the last weapon Saga has from his home world, letting Tank hold and use it is far more meaningful than I think even Tank understands let alone me.

As always, card by @clonefandomevents under the cut!

[elismor]

Recent Fic Omnibus

I got a little behind on the omnibus and then I wrote like wildfire on a recent vacation, so...here's a giant list of fic. Sorry?

The Best Medicine (212/501st bingo: teasing/established relationship). The one where Cody and Rex are getting cozy in Rex's inner sanctum. (~1k)

What Dreams May Come (212th bingo: dreams) The one about the Marshal Commander's subconscious. (~700)

Proximal Cause (Writers_Choice: 7/24 prompt: altitude) The one with a mudslide. (drabble)

We Can Be Heroes (Bite Sized Spice Prompt: threesome) The one where Wooley gets to have some fun with the Domino twins. (drabble)

Please Hang Up and Dial Again (212th Bingo prompt: wrong number) The one about poor Commander Pool. (drabble)

Priority One (Writers_Choice 7/17 prompt: shine) The other one with the mudslide. This time with more Waxer and Boil! (drabble)

Rite of Passage (SWOC Bingo prompt: superstition) The one where Wooley gives Flood a hand. (drabble)

As Diversions Go... (Bite Sized Spice Prompt: hair) The one where Cody is not focused on the briefing.(drabble)

[clonefandomevents]

Bingo Cards

Hi everyone!! This is just to let you all know, the mods have had an intense, well year. But specifically an intense last few weeks. So if you have requested a bingo card and it has been over 48 hours since you requested it, especially if it has been well over that, please let us know! We haven't forgotten you, just sometimes things slide between cracks and we dont notice.

Also, if you have completed a bingo, please dont feel nervous letting us know what you would like as a reward! We may be a bit slow getting it to you, but it will get there!

And so many thank yous to everyone who has participated in anyway. You are all so very wonderful and we appreciate each and every one of you!!

[wolviecat]

RITUALS and STOLEN MOMENTS (from Corrie bingo)

The natborns often imagined clones as these no-nonsense soldiers who did everything in the name of victory, without a pause or distraction or anything human.

Corrie Guards watching cartoons. In the middle, my oc Lefty

For @clonefandomevents OC bingo and Corrie bingo

[petrifiedforests]

Heated Thoughts

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Original Clone Trooper Character(s) (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Clone Trooper Hics, Bingo, Drabble, Fluff, Hot Weather Series: Part 1 of OC Clone Bingo 23 Summary:

By the time they'd get the marching orders, there would be little left of him. A puddle of vod. Just… an armor oozing sweat, he mused.

Fill for the @clonefandomevents​ Original Character Bingo

Prompt: Food

My card is under the cut for the curious :)

[staycalmandhugaclone]

"Flowers" - Crosshair x Doc

@narcissa-of-kaas tagged me in a Six Sentence Sunday challenge, which I decided to use to fulfill a prompt for my clone x reader bingo card. I... was unsuccessful with the 6 sentences thing... but 10 is still pretty damn impressive for me, so... here yuh go.

Btw, this is totally canon in Doc's Misadventures - it's just a couple arcs ahead of Breaking Point so enjoy a little glimpse of better things ahead! Alternatively, it can totally be read as a gender neutral stand alone!

Warnings: a fluffy kiss?

Words: 383

There were many types of silence with Crosshair: some screamed so loudly, I wanted to clasp my hands over my ears and beg him to stop, while others were gentle, as if I could feel the brush of his fingers against my skin absent even a moment’s touch. This was one of those moments, quiet and soft; even the rustle of dried foliage freshly shed from the towering trees sang only in whispers beneath our feet.

Despite the changing seasons, flowers still clung to the waning heat of fall, illustrating their grandeur in hidden bursts of color revealed only from an occasional gust of wind freeing them of the autumn blanket of fallen leaves. He said nothing as one such moment allowed just enough time for me to take note, breath catching slightly in a joyous gasp as I quickly moved from his side. When I returned with a pair of nearly gold, rosette blooms, he merely cocked his brow, but there was a fondness in the subtle tilt of his lips that left me beaming, and I happily handed him one in that same, gentle silence.

His expression briefly flashed to one of dismissal, but he quickly caught himself, jaw tensing as he seemed to struggle for several seconds over how to respond before finally, hesitantly, accepting the tiny offering. I so nearly relieved him of the uncertainty clearly overwhelming him, but held myself still, admittedly struck by the rare display of flustered doubt before me, and my glee only grew as, after far too much thought, he tentatively tucked the stem into the lip of his chestplate, cheeks darkening beneath a deep blush.

Without a word, I stepped in front of him, free hand reaching up to slip around his neck as I pulled him down into a kiss, smile beaming even as my lips toyed lovingly with his. Meeting his eyes as I leaned back, I brought my own flower to my mouth and bit into the blossom with a quiet laugh, savoring the way his eyes widened in understanding, blush growing violent. Still, I heard his short scoff after I returned to the trail before us, glancing back just in time to see him sample one of the lesser known delicacies of this stunning world with a begrudged resignation.

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