#327th

[catstroker]

Jedi master Haskal Zeloth and his Padawan, Ninel :)

I put them in 327th Star Corps colours because I thought they looked nice on them and I haven't come up with a homebrew clone corps for them just yet, but I do want to at some stage.

This is also the first time I've properly drawn Ninel's master despite having her as a character in my head for seven years lol.

Haskal is the closest thing to a parental figure Ninel ever had, he took certian parts of the Jedi code very seriously however, and so despite this their relationship was somewhat distant. He was a patient and kindly master though, and he took Ninel on just as she and almost everyone else were certain she was destined for the agricultural corps.

[carrionmagpie]

In hand shots of my customs.

Commissions available!

[bibannana]

Cody *pats Bly on the shoulder*: I'm just like you vod.

Bly *arches eyebrow*: Oh?

Cody *smirks*: Except that I'm better.

Bly *rolls his eyes*: Sure Codes, whatever makes you happy.

Cody *faulters*: What's that supposed to mean?

Bly *pats Cody's back*: Don't you worry about it.

[masterjedilenawrites]

🌟 2024 Clone Battalion Series Master List

The fun thing about clone battalions having assigned numbers is that there's (usually) a calendar date to match them. I've decided to shower some attention on our favorite clone battalions this year by writing a little something-something for them on their corresponding dates 💜

Here's the schedule I'm planning for so far. Please let me know if I'm missing any!

1/16 - My OC Battalion, the 116th

2/1 - 21st Nova Corp/Commander Bacara

2/12 - The 212th

3/27 - The 327th

4/4 - Delta Squad (Delta is the 4th letter and there are 4 members)

5/1 - The 501st

8/7 - The 187th

9/9 - Clone Force 99

10/4 - The 104th

I'll update this master list with links as stuff gets posted throughout the year.

[grand-army-radio]

Here’s a song for the 327th.

[nicodemuslily]

No drawing again today, but a new link for another story on my AO3 account.

This time, it's a TCW story about one of my OTPs: Blyla! X3

The story takes place at the beginning of the Clone Wars and the two don't know much each other (actually, Bly knows more about Jedi than Aayla knows about clones). The 327th is running a mission on a planet of ice when something happens and both are separated from the rest of the battalion.

Well, it's all in French again (sorry about that...).

Updates every Thursday. :)

[ultimate-clone-bonanza]

Worst in bed poll: Round 1

Bly vs Fives

All polls from this tournament are under #below-par-bonanza

[touchstarvedasclones]

327th Updated GAR Gala Uniforms

Here are the new duds for the boys in yellow!

Left to right is standard, special ops, and commander variants.

I think the gold on Bly's will compliment his tattoos very well.

[constellation-skirmishes]

my tcw aayla redesign :]

[boggsart]

Lost focus and had a consensual workplace relationship

Cody and Obi-Wan

Rex and Anakin

Wolffe and Plo

[bibannana]

Random officer *talking to his buddies in a break room*: I don't see what all the fuss about General Secura is, she isn't that great.

Bly *on the other side of the ship*: Hoooooow daaaaaaa- *runs off*

*troopers watching Bly run through the ship*

Bly *pushing past people*: -aaaaaaarrrrrrrr *stops infornt of Aayla* hello General, looking wonderful as always *bolts down the corridor*

*door of the break room slams open*

Bly *looming over officer*: -rrree you! General Secura is amazing!!

[totallycorrectjediorderquotes]

Bly: [bleeding out]

Aayla: [putting pressure on it and leaning really close]

Bly, delirious from blood loss: are we about to kiss right now?

Aayla: Bly, you're dying

Aayla: Priorities, please

[adhd-coyote]

For the WIPs, could I please ask for more on Cuddle Piles, because... AAAwwww 🫠🫠

Thank you! :D

Okay okay so. Cuddle Piles is exactly what it sounds like. Pure somft and fluff and comfort.

Even Wolffe, who had been intending on taking the first watch shift with Plo, had given into his exhaustion and drifted off. Now, his head has fallen against Plo’s shoulder, while Comet, Boost, and Sinker – who had all attempted to fit in Wolffe’s lap at once and somehow succeeded – snuffle and snore against him. Plo will have to wake him eventually for his watch shift – Wolffe would feel guilty for sleeping through the night otherwise – but that is hours from now, and until then, he is happy to let his Commander get some well-needed rest.

This fic is a oneshot that hops between the 212th, 501st, 104th, Corries (+Quin), 327th, and 91st, who are all snoozing in cuddle piles of various sizes and situations told from the POV of their Jedis.

It's pretty much finished, I just need to write the 91st's portion, but I cannot for the life of me figure out how Mace ends up in a cuddle pile. If anyone has any suggestions, please tell me <3 <3

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[nevesmose]

Bandages on Broken Souls: A Nostramo Culture/Lore Post

Sometimes I think about the wee lower-deck people that were all covered in bandages in the Night Lords Trilogy. Why so bandagey? (Bandagepilled wrapmaxxers, not beating the bandage allegations, etc)

She glanced at the wretch, who was unhealthily tall and sexless in its overcloak, keeping its face behind stained bandages. Several others lurked close to the door, whispering amongst themselves. It was impossible not to smell their sweat, their stinking, bloodstained bandages, and the rancid oil-blood of their bionics.

Those ones. The attendants providing for Octavia's needs as a Navigator. Octavia's attendants.

It turns out ADB does tell us a bit later on:

The chlorine reek of them offended his senses, the way it rose in a miasma from their antiseptic-soaked bandages, as if such trivial protections could ward against the changes of the warp.

This is very interesting to me for a few reasons since it can lead to various interpretations about Nostraman culture, even though it's important to bear in mind that what we're seeing is the degraded situation after however-many thousand subjective years of dicking about in the Warp, Eye of Terror etc.

They believe, or at least Ruven the POV character here thinks they believe, that warp mutation can be defended against with purely physical items i.e. bandages and disinfectant. While it's easy to point to examples of people from all kinds of cultures in the setting using spiritual or metaphysical ways to protect themselves from the warp, I find it interesting that this doesn't seem to occur to the Nostramans.

In fact, unless I'm remembering it wrong (always a possibility tbh) other than a small mention in one of the Gendor Skraivok short stories about there being a secret Lectitio Divinitatus cult among the serfs, there seems to be very little spiritual/religious belief organic to Nostramo itself.

That makes some sense, I think. It is after all Space Gotham, a world of armoured groundcars and looming starscrapers where everyone is living under some form or another of very high pressure just to survive whether that means getting their next meal or keeping their position in high level gang politics. Whatever beliefs the original settlers brought with them to the Sunless World were, I imagine, ground away over time as generations passed and people had other, more visceral concerns.

There are a few scenes in the 1984 nuclear war TV movie Threads that take place in the period about 10-20 years after the bombs have fallen. It's clear that the by now rapidly deteriorating survivors of the pre-war world are trying as best they can to provide some kind of education for their post-war descendants, but this is extremely limited and relies on what they can gather together from whatever books, VHS tapes etc happened to survive the war:

"The skeleton of a cat! A cat's skeleton!"

And we can see that it simply means nothing to the children and young adults whose entire existence revolves around basic survival - mostly food and the things they have to do in order to get it.

This, in a way, is what I think happened to whatever beliefs in anything beyond the material that may have ever existed on Nostramo by the time we see it in the Crusade/Heresy era. It's a sad, stunted little world and I feel immensely sorry for the nasty, skeevy people it produced.

Another factor affecting this would of course be the Night Haunter. You don't really need to have a spiritual/metaphorical figure or system dispensing rules and justice when Konrad is actually real and inside your home making it brutally clear what his views on law-breaking are.

So, in my usual roundabout way, we come back to the bandages again. My view, as I've expressed before in my ramblings, is that Konrad didn't truly eradicate crime on Nostramo so much as eradicate the appearance of it.

There's a legend from Ancient Greece about a Spartan boy training to be a warrior which I'll post as a screenshot below since I think we could all do with a break from my writing style for a bit:

"He could steal and suffer and die rather than be found out" is the relevant part here I think. Much like the idea that snitches get stitches or the mafia code of omertà where one's value in society and life itself hinge on a mutual keeping of silence against any and all authority figures.

We know that even before Konrad arrived, Nostraman society functioned on a gang allegiance basis, so already fertile ground for a very insular and secretive type of culture. But then we add the Night Haunter to the mix and the numbers spell disaster for you at Sacrifice the social pressure in this direction ramps up massively.

It's also made very clear pretty much everywhere that Nostramo is a vicious, predatory society. There's a description in one of the Skraivok stories of Phy Orlon, the canonical smallest saddest uwu-iest Night Lord:

It astounded Skraivok how such a vulpine little thing had made it through the selection process. Even bulked by legionary gifts, Orlon still managed to convey the impression of feebleness. Towards the end, Nostramo had been providing only the dregs of the dregs. No wonder Curze had levelled the place.

Weakness was like the scent of blood in the water to the Night Lords. Legionaries like Orlon would always attach themselves to those they deemed powerful, for protection. That explained the ridiculous batwings welded to the top of his helm in emulation of Sevatar, and why he had appointed himself as Skraivok’s adjutant.

It's like prison or high school. Even the transhuman supersoldier Nostramans still function this way. What hope do ordinary people have?

Not much at all, I think. Just in order to survive day to day it'd be necessary to conceal any injury, weakness or deformity at the risk of having it being ruthlessly used against you by just about everyone.

So we come back to the bandages again. Told you I'd get there eventually. We see that the attendants are in fact completely covered in bandages Joshua Graham style:

‘Lord,’ they hissed through slits in their faces that were once lips. Their bloodstained bandages rustled as they shifted and lowered their weapons.

[...]

She raised a bandaged hand, as if she could possibly bar the warrior’s passage with a demand, let alone with her physical presence.

I can imagine the impulse to cover up and conceal any weakness applies very strongly to warp mutations of any sort. Curdled and degraded over millennia roaming the immaterium in the bowels of a ship with the changes becoming worse and worse the longer they go on, it would be plausible for this to develop into a need to cover up and disinfect every inch of oneself in order to maintain some pretence, however flimsy, of being a capable human being.

The saddest part of it for me, though, is that all of the attendants are like this. It's a situation where everyone is quite literally in the same boat, undergoing the same suffering, and yet they still retain this deeply-ingrained need to hide and conceal themselves from each other. It feels like even here, ten thousand years after its destruction, Nostramo's poison is still influencing them, still flowing through their veins to keep them separated, afraid, and deeply alone.

Oh wow, a few paragraphs from ADB somehow led to a great long wall of text. Congratulations if you've made it this far!

PS: This being ADB I feel obliged to consider the possibility of Ruven either lying or being mistaken. I don't think this is likely since he is a) also Nostraman and b) a sorcerer meaning that if there was any spiritual aspect going on he would more than likely have the requisite cultural/magical knowledge or experience to be aware of it or otherwise detect it. Ruven is a conniving goth thot but he has no reason to lie in that particular bit of his own thoughts.

[merlyn-bane]

and completed on the last day of the month five minutes before i had to leave for work--

it's commander bly's calendar page!! general secura's ever loyal commander is pictured here enjoying the rain on the planet of the week in his very fashionable yellow rain boots and jedi-killer daisy dukes.

text translations are "327th Star Corps" and "Indomitable Spirit" (as a nod to the star corps being one of the most over-deployed battalions in the outer rim)

(artist is supposed to be resting her overworked hands and wrists so please appreciate my sacrifice🙏🏼)

[captora]

Clones <3