Lazy day! I really tried to relax and I had so much fun drawing this one based on the awesome ‚Loathsome coworkers‘ comic – credits to @chiliger 🤩 Thank you so much for your friendly permission and I hope you like my appreciation artwork inspired by your work 🙏🏼
I laughed so hard and it absolutely made my day, when I saw the original comic and I wanted so badly celebrate the up-kricked Commander Cody and the flat lazy day Vader✨
It absolutely hit my sense of humor and also my nerve, because it‘s sooo hard for me to relax, to let go of my insecurities and trust in my wrist to draw dynamic lines speedy, easy and free handed. I absolutely need to get more confident, but if I try, I often got the same problem like Cody – I just cramp even more 😂
So, what do you think about it? Let me know!
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Edit: Here‘s my explanation / interpretation of what‘s happening on request: It’s drawing style humor 😄 On a lazy day an artist would just speed sketchy lines on the paper without big effort.
Vader is powerful enough to indulge himself in a lazy day (and so in its style), but imperial Commander Cody is too tense and his trial to relax failed miserably, so he got even more detailed drawn with more effort, shading, shaping and bling 😄
But there is also a crux in lazy looking sketches: If the lines aren’t proper on the first try it doesn’t get well or looses it’s dynamics.
So often the reduced drawing is the one from the most sure hand ✨ (and I‘m still drawing Padawan 🙈)
Fanart for @chiliger’s Purge-Trooper!Cody comic that’s had me laughing out loud many times. Vent-Dweller you are dear to me.
Thank you for creating, @chiliger!
@interested parties, the medic’s gun reads “olde Betsy”, and “tranc-66”.
When the sensory overload starts to make you disassociate.
Same bestie 💜
@chiliger
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Dogma doesn't understand this.
He knows that his brothers are enjoying the lights, the blaring music, the smell of regulation cologne mixed with natborn colognes and perfumes, but he is just...
His brain seems to have been left on the shuttle they took hours ago, the drink in his hand warm from being held so tight. He can't handle looking anywhere else than at the small patch of carpet somewhere in front of him, he's sure he'll vomit or something and that would ruin their time off, so the carpet patch is his best friend right now. He blinks eventually, and the lights and blaring music are gone when they open, the cool air from outside making Dogma blink rapidly a few times to fix his dry eyes. Tup and Hardcase are singing something, the two definitely drunk as they sway back and forth waiting for their taxi, and Dogma feels a bit guilty that they seem to have so much fun while he's just quietly in his own world.
Ever helpful Jesse points out the taxi with a nudge to his side, Dogma blinking dry eyes and looking away from the random neon sign he'd been looking at. His ears are still ringing from the loud music as they're driven back to their temporary quarters, everything so bright as he becomes a support to keep Hardcase up long enough to get inside their room. The queasiness from before begins to lurk under the surface, Dogma hoping the longer he ignores it the better he'll feel as he slips into his evening wear and washes his face.
He nearly jumps when something slips over his ears, and the distant ringing seems to stop at once. He's wearing some of the headgear the heavy gunners wore, a grinning Hardcase saying something that Dogma thankfully cannot hear as he slumps slightly against the sink, stomach beginning to settle once more. Fives is shooing Tup away as he pulls together a few mattresses, and Dogma is surprised that he's as coordinated as he is despite drinking the rest of the 501st under the table without a blink. The second he's done Hardcase flops on the bed, laughing about something Dogma can't hear as Tup ungracefully joins his side, long hair obscuring his face as he rests his head on Hardcase's chest with a yawn. Fives and Jesses are talking about something when Dogma decides to move his legs to join the others, the lights dimming as he settles against Tup with his own yawn.
He's out by the time the lights are fully out, his brothers draping a blanket over him as soft conversation fills the night air.
Polar bear geese from @muffinlance ‘s fic “Little Zuko v the World” in Chapter 33
Let me just say that the image of this animal would not leave my head and I was strongly compelled to draw this absolute beast of a creature combo. Like, simply so cool to think about. I hope I did the animal justice. Sure as heck was a lot of fun to draw.
It has been too long that I drew the 501st boys 😱 So thank you, dear @chiliger for inspiring me with that vision, that you gave me together with a chuckle about cuddly blanket pile sensory overloaded Hardcase in this writing of yours:
💬 0 🔁 19 ❤️ 92 · Kix and Jesse: *idly chatting in the med bay*
Fives: *pokes his head in* Oh! Hey, have you guys seen Hardcase?
Jesse: *
I hope you like my fanart, I couldn’t resist 🥰🫶 I feel often enough the same and just want to vanish under a blanket 🙈🫠
Kind of a sequel to this post based off AU art done by @chiliger
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"...nearly made him jump 20 feet into the air. He was not amused."
The laughter that filled the air was loud enough to cover the snort of amusement that Cody let out as he sipped his drink.
"I hope you got a vid of that, Kenobi never gets scared as far as I know." Wolffe sat forward with a grin, his elongated canines startling some nearby natborns that were passing by 79's. It wasn't often a lot of the commanders were on Coruscant at the same time, and in honor they were gifted the expansive table that overlooked the street and hyperlane outside the bar.
"Oh yea, copied it the second he stalked off to his quarters." Cody chuckled, sitting back with a crack of his neck.
"So, he still talk to you like a nervous shiny when he sees your teeth?" Bly smirked, stealing the last of the bar food that Fox had ordered some time ago.
"Not as much, but if he thinks I don't feel the way he watches me all the time, he's mistaken."
"So...are you going to take your shot?" Fox took a swig of his drink, quite firmly in the drunk-but-not-overly-so department. "Because if not..."
"Don't..." Cody growled, and bares his teeth at Fox as the others giggle and laugh at the display.
"Please, Foxy here has his own prey." Rex snickered from his corner of the table, using Ponds as a support to stay upright. He may or may not have had more than a few drinks, and may or may not be finding this entire situation hilarious. "More than one I've heard too?" Rex is sent into some proper laughter when Fox's much louder growl and bared teeth silences a few nearby tables, officers and various troopers freezing as they seemingly await some sort of standoff before realizing it had nothing to do to them. A quick glanced shows that Fox is focused on someone at his table and not on any of them, and slowly conversation resumes save the occasional look their way.
It was never wise to be around a higher ranked officer when they're facing off over someone they had feelings for.
"Careful Rex, might end up arrested until you're sober." Bly snickered, and Fox snorts in amusement as he relaxes back into his seat.
"I am just Fox right now, and I am going to keep drinking until I forget what the GAR is." Fox waved for a fresh round, Cody patting his shoulder with a nod.
"Then let's keep the stories coming eh? Maybe scare some of the others again. Should get you plenty drunk eh?"
Fox grinned, and raised his glass with a hum.
By the end of the night they're the last ones in 79's, so drunk and unaware the music had died down and people had left they failed to see a group of amused men sitting at the main bar.
"How much longer do you think it'll take?" Anakin Skywalker grinned, sipping a water as he watched the commanders burst into laughter about something.
"A few minutes, Ponds appears to be slowly falling asleep." Plo Koon hummed, using the bar as a seat in his meditation pose.
"I do hope so." Obi-Wan Kenobi was trying very hard not to blush as he listened to Cody talk about an encounter they had shared a few weeks ago. Mace Windu was staring at him, and he was going to be damned if he let the man have a single inch of blackmail material via his reaction.
"What, all the glittering teeth over there setting you off?" Anakin snorted into his drink, jumping out of the way when a bar stool is thrown in his direction. The noise attracted the attention of the drunken crew, who finally seemed to realize that there were Jetti in a very empty bar, and attempt to stand at attention.
Instead, Bly and Wolffe trip over their own feet, and without Fox and Rex grabbing them, they would have fallen flat on their faces.
"At ease, at ease." Plo chuckled, moving to stand as the group stumble their way down towards the bar. "We thought you may want some assistance, you all are quite inebriated."
"That means drunk." Bly snickered, and everyone but Wolffe starts giggling as their Jetti watch on with some soft chuckles among them.
"Come, you can stay in the Temple tonight, it's much closer than your barracks." Windu waved his hand to start turning off the last of the lighting the owners had left on, Plo and Anakin becoming some support for the drunk men to remain upright. Cody suspiciously was the closest to Obi-Wan, hugging the man from behind and all but melding them together.
"Hello sir." Obi-Wan is very aware that Cody is dragging his feet, the others already out the door by the time the two of them had made it even halfway across the room. "Didn't see you waiting for us."
"It's quite alright." Obi-Wan coughed, nearly jumping again when Cody presses his face against his neck. "Cody?"
"Mhm?"
"May I ask why you're uh, so close to my neck?" Obi-Wan bites his tongue when he feels Cody hum, the noise rumbling in his chest.
"No reason." The clone purred, and mumbles something Obi-Wan can't catch.
"Come, there should be a vehicle for us to use." Obi-Wan knows the others have already gone, and is grateful that Mace in particular isn't there to tease him. He goes to say something else, but whatever words that were forming in his mind are suddenly scattered when Cody presses a kiss to his neck. The man is letting his canines purposefully drag as he kisses a trail along Obi-Wan's shoulder, pushing away thoughts of wanting to do more as he finally pulls away from his flustered general.
"Coming general?" The drunken man grinned, stepping around so he could get a look at the wide-eyed Jetti.
"....you are an absolute bastard." Obi-Wan's voice is strained as the two finally leave the bar, Obi-Wan locking the door as Cody stumbles to the nearby speeder. "Passenger seat Comm-dear."
Now it was his turn to see the way Cody looked back, reminding him of a fresh-faced solider the way he stumbles into the passenger side of the speeder.
Obi-Wan is grinning the entire ride to the Temple, and Cody has his face in his hands at being the one to be an embarrassed mess upon their arrival.
Based off a half-dream I scribbled down at like 2 in the morning 🤣
Based off @chiliger 's bigger teeth AU you can find here :)
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Wolffe decided early on that he didn't like how limited the Kel-Dor diet was compared to the rest of the galaxy. He had also decided early on that he didn't like how some planets were hostile to the General, being rude to the man who was just trying to save all he could.
Naturally, they were currently on a planet that was hostile in both areas. Plo had decided to use the Force to sustain himself for the current campaign, and none of his men were pleased with it, but really couldn't argue with the man.
What they could argue with was the nasty civilians and politicians, but again, they held back for the most part. They'd taken to unofficially guarding their General, playing up their role as trained soldier to send those who weren't brave enough running. It wasn't ideal, but the second Plo had negotiated what he was here for, Wolffe himself would drag the Jetti off-planet and far away from these people.
Plo was with them when Wolffe finally snapped, and just stood back and watched the show.
He was so proud of his son.
They'd been hanging out in a bar after a long day of negotiations, the air one of hope as it seemed that soon they'd be off and away. Most of the men had their buckets off as they regaled some civvies of their past battles, and older clones just watched on while having much quieter conversations. The small group that came in at first didn't raise any flags, but when they crowded around where Plo was seated, the lull in conversation hung in the air.
"Thats my seat Kel Dor, move." The taller one of the group snarled.
"There is no need for hostilities, I was not aware you sat here." Plo calmly got up, but paused when the men surrounded him. "Do you need something?"
"We need you an' your band of freaks to leave, that's what." Another grumbled, and the silence that filled the bar was now resolute.
"What did you just say?" There's the scraping of a chair when Wolffe stood, the commander slowly stalking over.
"You heard me, you freaks need to leave." The man repeated, although his bravado from before seemed to have vanished.
"The Republic could have sent us a better class of Jedi." One of the others spoke up, he and his buddies trying not to look nervous of the suddenly very tall clone who was clearly pissed with them.
"General Koon is one of the best Jedi the Order has, but that's not the issue, is it?" The commanders voice is as calm as it could be with a low growl building from the back of his throat, but the threat coated on each word doesn't go amiss.
"We don't like the Kel Dor here.' The leader shrugged, swallowing as Wolffe's eyes narrowed on him.
"That's your problem." The clone let out a snarl with an audible growl, and for the first time, the group saw the rather sharp and elongated teeth when Wolffe's lips had curled up.
"What the?!" The group jumped back, and bith Sinker and Boost seemed to materialize by Plo's side the moment there was an opening.
"What's the matter? Where's all that bravado?" Another clone asks, showing off their own canines with a smirk, the brothers by his side doing the same. They're all rumbling with their own muted growls, and the group that had heckled the Jedi suddenly regret walking in.
"You're going to get out of here and leave our general alone." Wolffe stalked towards the now terrified group like a predator approaching its prey, eye glinting as he looked them over. "Otherwise, my brothers and I might chase you for sport."
"Fucking animals!" One of the whimpered before bolting out the door, the others quickly following as Wolffe crossed his arms.
"Really? For sport Commander?"
"Why not?" Wolffe is grinning when he turns to face the Jedi, who is shaking his head in amusement. "I should, just to pound the message in."
"Perhaps another time, we are here on a diplomatic mission, after all." Plo motioned for Wolffe to join him at the bar, and conversation struck back up as the commander crossed the floor.
"I could have killed them." He grumbled, looking over at the gentle hand on his shoulder.
"I applaud your restraint Wolffe'ika." As expected, the commander looked away with a faint blush, but the sincerity in Plo's words staved off any teasing.
Well, for now.
Strangely enough, nasty retorts seem to die down for the rest of their time on the planet from passing civilians, and Wolffe holds himself up with pride.
