#davijaan

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day 1 of 212th Appreciation Week: clone culture/traditions

when inspiration strikes, it strikes hard.

length: 800ish words

the first prompt is 'Clone Culture/Traditions' encompassing stuff like choosing a name, choosing paint, how they remember fallen brothers etc and whilst I loved the idea of exploring armour design and clone tattoos etc I wanted to do something very 212th and remembered the 'Plo's Bros' canon nose art and the rest is history.

ao3 // masterlist

“Watch it.” A scathing voice snapped at Waxer as he worked his way round the gunship with a bucket and a brush, almost tipping a can of paint with his foot.

Waxer searched out the voice, finding the familiar pilot with the splattering of orange paint up his boots standing and staring down the nose of his LAAT, a dozen other cans in various sizes scattered at his feet.

“Something up, Oddball?” Waxer queried, frustration knotting the pilots dark features together, his hand threading through his mop of an undercut.

He grabbed Waxer’s shoulders, twisting him towards the nose.  “It doesn’t look right.” He told him, “What do you think?”

Oddball had sketched an intricate design on the nose in graphite.  The symbol of the Open Circle played as a background to the Jedi sigil before it, two lightsabers added in a cross over the top and Waxer marvelled at the detail.  He thought he’d done a pretty good job with Numa, but this was something else.

“You continue to amaze, Dav.” Waxer shrugged off his hands, offering a kind smile.

Oddball didn’t seem to hear the compliment, frustration smoothing over as he decided.  “It’s too much.” He snatched the dripping brush from Waxer’s hands, climbing up onto the crate shoved against the nose, and scrubbed off the design.  “I’m out of ideas.”

Waxer glanced up when Boil shouted down from atop the wing of the gunship they were cleaning and he fetched a fresh bucket of water, holding it up to his brother.  “What’s up with Davijaan?” He questioned, taking the bucket with both hands.  Moustache twitching.

“Lack of inspiration.” Waxer replied, handing off the bucket.  “I think it’s the sleep deprivation.”

“I heard that.” Oddball snapped, chucking back the brush and Waxer fumbled to catch it, but it didn’t change the dark bags hanging under his eyes.

“Why you repainting, anyway?” Waxer frowned, “What happened to the gundark?”

“Got bored.” He answered, retrieving his graphite and ignoring the way it smudged grey across his face as he pressed it to his chin thoughtfully.

“Want some life modelling?” Crys joked, overhearing, and struck a pose on the floor.

The paintbrush hit him square in the face and Crys recoiled.  Oddball got mean when he hadn’t slept but this time Waxer didn’t blame him.  Rolling his eyes at the acidic blond.

“Pinups are cheap.” Oddball chided, “I want something that’s us, you know?”

Raised voices echoed from further in the hangar as footsteps caught on the durasteel floor and at the first sight of his orange visor, Waxer clamoured to make himself look busy, dunking the brush in his own bucket and stroking down the ships blast doors.

Cody and the General were arguing about something as they made their way to the turbolifts, Waxer caught bare scraps, but already he saw the frustration in Oddball seeping out.  Nothing more 212th than that.  He dropped the brush, sweeping up his datapad where it sat beside his helmet and discreetly snapped a holograph at the perfect moment, Cody’s finger shoved in the General’s face whilst the Jedi gave him a bemused look. 

Oddball whistled him over, passing a stick of graphite as he propped the datapad against the side of the gunship as a reference and the two set to work.  The final result ended up more cartoonish than they intended, Oddball hadn’t been happy until Cody’s helmet looked like it was about to snap with how angry he made him, eccentric eyebrows curved as far downward as possible, and Waxer added an unnecessary twinkle to the General’s toothy grin, wiping the back of his hand across his forehead once finished and smudging paint across the tanned skin.

“Not bad.” Oddball assessed, his arms crossed over his chest.  “General Grievous will know it’s us coming for him now.”

Waxer snorted, “Pretty sure he always knows it’s us.”

“What’s the tally at now?”

“Wolffe’s up by one.” Waxer recalled, “We’re holding strong at ten." He glanced at him with a sly grin.  “You’re keeping the holograph, right?”

“Couldn’t pay me to delete it.” Oddball started gathering up his tins.  “How d’you think the Commander’ll take it?”

Waxer glanced back to the turbo lifts, Cody’s tall form striding towards them with his helmet tucked to his hip.  “We’re about to find out.”

Oddball straightened, pride gleaming in his wide grin and he flourished a hand towards the comical artwork.  “Care to autograph?”

Cody glanced at the nose and merely blinked, his features flat as they turned back.  “I’m sure the General will be thrilled.”

Oddball clapped his hands together.  “I’m glad you like it.”

dividers by @saradika For @212thappreciation Week Day 1 Prompt: Clone Culture

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miscellaneous doodles… have been too sleepy to actually finish art …

[theclonewarszine]

"Sometimes, accepting help is harder than offering it." - Star Wars: The Clone Wars, "Legacy of Terror" S2E7.

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cody and davijaan by @independent-variables

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[k8s--space]

"The Rain of Kamino"

Commander Oddball/Female Reader

Chapter 3: "First Contact" - AO3 Link

Chapter Summary:

You’re just starting to find your footing on the Negotiator- navigating early mornings, chaotic maintenance jobs, and the unexpected warmth of a certain commander’s attention. But when battle hits and everything changes in a blink, you’re forced to find out what you’re really made of.

Story Rating: Explicit

Chapters: 3/?

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Banner Art by: @spooky-daggers

[coline7373]

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

I rise

Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear

I rise

Bearing the gifts that my brothers gave

I am the dream and the hope of the slaves

I rise

I rise

I RISE

I wanted to thank independant_variables who helped me write Saltwater, by feeding their love for CC-2237, aka Davijaan, and his best-brother bond with CC-2224, aka Cody.

You can find those two most notably in Prince with a Thousands Ennemies and hope has bloody knuckles, both of which I cannot recommend enough.

My friend, thank you.

The poem is an adaptation of "I rise" by Maya Angelou, tweaked just a bit to fit the clones' situation. It's absolutely fantastic.

[1-800-crscnt]

-small (non-serious) friendship hcs i have-

Davijaan & Cody: besties. constantly complaining about everything with each other. will hype the other up and threaten others to do the same. ride or dies, except when it comes to the blame game. argue a lot, but it only makes their friendship stronger.

Stone & Cody: exhausted "mean" loner duo that doesn't care to let people know the other exists. estranged best friends that only see each other five times a year, and those times are spent in total silence. don't attempt to speak to them when they're together, you will be ignored. competing with each other but nobody knows what about.

Hound & Ahsoka: the kids that had to be separated in class because they would always goof off and be loud about it. roleplay as wolves and will bite people. every episode of Jackass is taken as a guide, helmets were invented because of these two.

Thire & Padme: gossip queens, no secrets between them. TMI = Tell Me Immediately. close enough to cause rumors/scandals if they were public about their affection. would break the other out of prison but while insulting their outfit the entire time. would go through hell and back for each other and call it a girls' trip.

Mace & Fox: two grandpas that insult each other while sitting on the porch while everyone else swears they're friends. somehow always a game of spades with a drink when seen together. will give you false advice and chuckle silently when you fail, and then probably ten dollars to go buy something for them.

Thorn & Neyo: friends only in the way brothers who tried to kill each other their entire childhood can be. which is to say they are not. frequently creating rube goldberg style traps to hurt each other (because killing each other would mean more chaos within their jobs). forged in the depths of hater nation, will only accept death if it's the other killing them. get confused as actual friends by some simply because they came from the same batch.

Keeli & Rex: chillest buddies ever. will do even the most dangerous/intense things with a relaxed expression if together, love lazing around with each other and escaping duties by hiding in each other's rooms. always laughing, eating, or sleeping. hundreds of inside jokes, probably a secret handshake too.

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AND I HAVE!!!! MORE ART!!!!!

The way Loren is literally glowing...

This piece is another commission from my friend @ivvmell, one of my favorite artists ever, inspired by a scene from my fic hope has bloody knuckles. I am. In awe. This blew me out of the water and if you are at all interested I highly recommend checking out their commission info <3