#Rain (clone OC)

[omaano]

"Do you think we can keep it?"

Illustration for The Art of Losing (Is Hard to Master) by the amazing @insertmeaningfulusername

Summary: On a mission into Separatist space, Rex loses his entire squad except for one - and gains a friend who leads him through the labyrinth of grief to a brighter day.

I'm so happy to finally introduce this poor doomed squad to you: from left to rigth that's Rain, Amber, Rex (obviously), Bug, Whiplash and Clear. And you'll just have to read the fic to learn the name of the curious fluffball who's trying to befriend them ;)

With @xylionet as our wonderful beta for the story (and who also tirelessly cheered us on) we made up Team 16 for the @clonebang! I loved working with them so much! <3

ID and some closeups under the cut ->

[ID: A picture of 6 clone troopers resting. The landscape is snowy. Rain is standing furthest to the left. Their helmet is held in their hand. They are scowling at Rex. Next to them is Amber, standing with her back turned to Rain. Rex is crouched in the foreground, hand on one knee, as he offers his mug to a fox like creature with 4 eyes, 6 legs and 2 tails. Behind Rex to the right Bug is slightly bent over, mug in hand, grinning, other hand resting on his thigh. Off to the right side of the picture are Whiplash and Clear. Whiplash is standing, head turned to Rex but face obscured by his helmet. Clear is sitting, helmet balanced on one knee and mug in his hand. He is watching Rex, too. /End ID]

Close ups:

[the-baddest-of-batches]

We were children. We were soldiers.

We, are the survivors. 2023.

These two are actually meant to be a set, so I thought I'd go ahead and showcase them side by side. (Still blows me away how much yall love the cadet one).

[cloned-eyes]

and they're besties

halo belongs to @therisingdarkness

[aliettali]

someone shoot em right now!!!!

[adhd-coyote]

@whiskygoldwings you wanted to be tagged for oc infodumping? Well, I've finished organizing my 212th ocs, but there's a lot of 'em, so I'll just do the one's I have picrews for at the moment!

Tooka

He/Him

Naive but clever

A huge cuddlebug

Favorite type of candy is sour gummies

Secretly a little shit

Lives up to his name in curiosity

Pesky

Gender? What's that? Can he eat it? Mostly uses he/him pronouns out of convenience, but fine with anything

Gold and red wing tattoos stretching across his shoulders, with matching paint on the back of his armor. Plus a tramp stamp reading "Os'ika" (little shit in Mando'a) that he was "forced" to get after losing a bet

Excellent pilot

A mischievous little vent gremlin

Looks like vod'ika, but has ori'vod(/older cousin) energy

Most talented and creative prankster in his battalion, if not the whole GAR

Voted most likely to start a mutiny for fun

Rain

He/They

Medic

Rainstorm themed sleeve tattoo on his left arm

Quiet, gentle, a very soft voice

Honest but not blunt

The kind of medic that talks you through everything he’s doing and praises you when he’s done

They usually send him to deal with the shinies, especially right after their first battle

Chomps

He/Him

“Bite me” tattooed on the back of his left shoulder

Would bite a droid

Fangs painted on his helmet

“Nom nom, motherfucker”

His armor (mainly his vambraces, gauntlets, and pauldrons) is covered in teeth marks

Vent

They/Them

The 212th's other vent gremlin

Messes with Shinies by giggling in the vents and then scurrying away without a word

Likes puzzles, riddles, and the like

Always knows all of the gossip, and can be bribed if you know what to offer

Squirrel

He/They

Mechanic

Hyperactive

Somehow both a math gay and a driving gay

He go zoom, both in and out of a vehicle.

Kneecaps

He/Him

Always goes for the knees in a fight

You’d think this would make him predictable to fight, but nope. He just gets more creative with going for the knees.

Sunny exterior, but absolutely ruthless underneath

Drake

He/Him

Sniper

Right eye is a prosthetic

Snarky, levelheaded, and cynical

Absolutely feral on the battlefield

Acts like he doesn’t care but will not hesitate to verbally (or even physically) tear you apart if you are mean to/hurt one of his vode

Laugh is more like a cackle

Sharp grin and an even sharper scowl

Very observant; an amazing strategist

This is only about half of my 212th ocs; y'all will get to see the rest once I've either made picrews or drawn them <3

[mrsfeiix]

Amazing piece done by @matthewyeez on twitter

[natfail]

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[mwolf0epsilon]

🎃Happy Halloween!🎃

[mereelskirata]

My babies as babies ;;

[clonehub]

she's had a bad day (ID in ALT)

[bigbadbatch]

In My Mind

Chapter Two-Midnight Rain

Captain Rex x f!JediOC

Exposition/Chapter One (mentions of smut)

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: Smut, smut, smut. Nipple Play, oral m/receiving. Mentions of hostage/torture/war. Plenty of tension. Let's get this party started.

Listening Rec's - Midnight Rain and So High School by T. Swift

I thought my dreams would get better now that Rex knows about my feelings toward him, but if anything they’re worse.

Much worse.

Nearly every night now I dream of him, of us. My nightmares have all seemed to stop, making more and more room for dreams of Rex. Dream of his lips, and his hands, and the parts of him I've yet to uncover.

It’s time to debrief from our last mission, and it is far too early in the morning for me to be awake after a night full of dreams. “You okay, Keira? You’ve been tired a lot lately.�� Ahsoka innocently asks as she drinks a cup of caf and waits for her Master to start the meeting. “I just haven’t been sleeping well.” I admit. At that moment, Skywalker struts in and gives me a look.

“You should be doing your best to get good rest. Don’t let… distractions disrupt the team.”

I glare at him. He had noticed Rex and I spending more time together, and without proof had decided he knew what was going on. Rex and I have been so careful to remain as hidden as we can with our budding affections. A hypocritical judgment had been cast from Anakin onto us, and it irks me. The whole platoon knows of him and Padme, but he thinks Rex and I shouldn’t try to make whatever this is work. 

Things really hadn’t changed much between Rex and I since that night at the bar. Sure, we spent more time together, ate our meals together and tried our best to get put on missions together, but really that was all. We had no labels, no expectations. We hadn’t even kissed again since that night. After opening up to him, and after our kiss that night, we both agreed to let things fall naturally- that our friendship came first, always. 

As if on cue, in walks Rex, yawning.

“Sorry I’m late.” He grumbles. “Didn’t sleep well.”

Anakin clears his throat and eyes me. “I expect the whole team to be well rested for our next few missions. Tomorrow we leave for Onderon to train a set of rebels on how best to defend the planet. Once that’s covered we have to make way to Naboo for a bit of politics and education for our big mission on Chandrila in two weeks. Master Kenobi and I will be making a few decisions on who is best for the Chandrila mission so stay tuned. It’s going to require poise, stealth and focus, which I know we have very little of in all of the 501st.”

The meeting drags on, and as Rex and I keep catching each other’s eyes, I grow more and more ready for this meeting to end, and for us to be together. Rex was joining me for my daily meditation today. He has been asking for awhile to join me, but I’ve always brushed him off. It was already hard enough to focus during meditation without him there, but he seemed so interested, I finally gave in. 

As soon as Anakin finishes up, Rex nods to me and steps out into the hall. I make my way to my bunk, the most secluded and quiet place in the barracks, and clear the floor for our meditation session. I’m sitting cross legged on the floor, beginning my deep breathing practice when Rex knocks on the door. I open it with the Force and see him enter, helmet under his arm, one hand behind his back. I perk up at the sight of that.

“Did you bring me a surprise, Rexy?”

He chuckles and brings out his arm, a brown paper bag in his fist. “Your favorite naroissants from the bakery downtown. Snagged them this morning. I figured meditation might work up our appetites.”

I laugh and hop up, taking the bag from his hand, our fingers brushing and sending electric currents up my arm. “Thank you, you’re too good to me.” I say softly, and he smiles at me. I set the snacks down on my dresser and turn to face him, hands on my hips. “Alright.” I say. “You have to be able to sit down comfortably in a cross legged position for awhile. Can you do that in armor?”

He laughs and sets down his helmet next to our bag of snacks. “Why mesh’la, trying to get me down to my skivvies already?”

I blush and start to stutter when he chimes in. “I’m just messing with you. I’m wearing my blacks, so I’ll be well covered. That okay?”

I nod and turn to let him strip his armor. I resume my seated position and begin to take deep breaths once more. He slips into a seated position across from me. His blacks are basically tight under-armor sweats, clinging to him. I do my best not to stare at the way his broad chest rises and falls with his breath.

“Okay.” I say, clearing my throat. “You sure you want to do this? Meditation can be boring for someone who’s never done it before.”

He smiles gently at me and nods. “I want to know what it’s like for you. I want to know more about you and your Jedi customs that I hear so much about.”

I grin and guide him through the first few steps- how to best position yourself, how to ground yourself, how to breathe. Then, together, we begin.

Our breaths are even, slow. The room is quiet, and seems to breathe with us. Focus. I tell myself. Forget he’s there. Forget his body is so close to yours. Forget the feeling of him close to you, kissing you all those nights ago. I slightly shake my head. This isn’t working.

If I can’t forget about him being in this room, I need to use him as a focus tool. I clear my mind again and this time I reach out with the Force. The world around me is dark behind my closed eyes, but I can see the glimmering outlines of my room with the vibrations of the Force around me. I look inward first.

I appear as a tumultuous storm. Freezing rain and moonlight take up the space my body should in my mind’s eye. It makes sense. I’ve appeared this way since Rankill, since joining the 501st. There’s something calming to me about the chaos of my Force signature.

Then I reach out to Rex. My breath halts.

Springtime on Naboo. The sunshine of Tatooine, bright and brilliant. He is warm and bright and comforting, the Force radiating from within him.

What a pair we make. I bask in his glow, and sigh in my meditative state, relaxing for once. The storm of midnight rain within me slows to a moonlit mist, and for the first time in months, I feel a sense of peace that I haven’t been able to achieve alone. Slowly I open my eyes. Rex sits across from me, and even without the aid of the Force, he still seems to glow for me. 

He is fidgeting, and doing his very best to stay still and focus, but I can tell it’s futile for him. I feel lead by magnetism towards him, and on all fours I crawl across to him and sit in front of him on my knees. “Rex.” I whisper. His eyes fly open. “Do you want to see what I see, when I meditate?” He nods. Sitting in the same position as him, knees touching, I take his hands. We both close our eyes again. This time, when I reach out to the Force, I encompass Rex in my mind’s eye, sharing my sight with him, an old trick my Master used to do when training me. Rex sucks in a breath and trembles. “Woah.” Is all he can manage.

“Don’t forget to breathe.” I whisper, knowing how intense it can be seeing through the Force for the first time. I show him the room, and then turn him to himself.

“That’s you.” I whisper. “In the force. Bright sunlight.” His hands shake in mine.

“I look like that? Does everyone?” He asks.

“No.” I respond. “Everyone looks different, we are all individuals in the Force.”

He squeezes my hands once, twice. “Can I see you, mesh’la?”

I pause, then show him. He has tried so hard recently to be patient with me and udnerstand me and my hesitations about our attraction to one another. The least I can do is show him this side of me, the truest form of me. The silence when I show him is permeating.

My storm picks up, wind and rain and hail against the night. “Wow.” He breathes. I open my eyes and drop his hands, not knowing whether to feel shy or embarrassed. His eyes flutter open and he looks at me in a new way. There’s quiet. Then he whispers, so softly, gazing at me. “You’re so beautiful.” I blush and look down. Then he’s on his knees, closing the distance between us. His hand reaches up to my face and brings my mouth to his. His kiss is soft and gentle at first, a lighter repeat of our tryst at the bar. His hand cups my face and pulls me deeper into the kiss. I'm drunk on the smell of him, and the flutter in my stomach returns with full force. He wraps his other arm around my back, and pulls me into his lap and I impulsively wrap my legs around him.

This is the most intense our connection has ever been, and I’m losing sight of my inhibitions. This is what I’ve been wanting. I was no stranger to quick rounds of lust and achieving what I and my partner for the night needed. My guilt and fear and anxiety are silenced by the memory of his sunshine and warmth. I wrap my arms around his neck, needing to be somehow closer. My arms and legs wrapped around him, he gathers his feet under him and stands, carrying me with him. He walks the few feet to my bed and sets me gently on it.

“Is this okay?” He asks breathless and I nod, kissing him a bit more feverishly in our new environment. I lay back and pull him over me, and he braces himself above me with one arm, the other hand on my ribs as he kisses me deeply. His lips leave mine and make a trail down my jaw to my neck, where his kisses feel like fire beneath my skin, my pulse racing. He brings his lips back to mine and I nip at his bottom lip. I’ve lost all sense of time and space. All there is, is Rex and me. His left hand is under my shirt now, and edging up towards my bra, so painfully slowly. He pulls from me.

“Mesh’la.” he breathes. “How far do you want this to go?”

My mind is too aflame to know where to draw a line. “I’ll let you know, is that okay?” I ask, nervous.

“Ofcourse.” He whispers, kissing me again and saying “Your wish is my command. You call the shots, remember?” 

I nod and pull him back to me. Slowly, eyes on mine the whole time, his hand slips under my bra and cups my breast. He is so warm, and his rough hand sends my sensitive skin prickling under his touch. “So far, so good?” He asks and I nod. I kiss him and I gasp when he ever so lightly pinches my nipple, biting his bottom lip hard in response. I sit up, and I reach for my shirt, crossing it over my head, unhooking my bra, tossing both to the side. It’s funny, I have never been shy- certainly not with any of my flings. But Rex? I’ve never wanted someone to want me in the way I want him to.

He stares at my revelation, eyes dark and hungry. He pulls his own shirt off and pulls me to him, kissing and nibbling at my collarbone. He kisses down my sternum, just between my breasts my nipples hard in the coolness of my room. He lowers his mouth to a breast, his warm breath raising goose bumps on the skin. He flicks his eyes up to me in question, I put a hand to his face in response, thumb brushing his cheekbone reassuringly. His lips are soft as they wrap around my nipple, and he sucks me in lightly. I throw my head back. My other breast is kneaded in the grip of his hand. Then- a banging at the door.

Rex gently bites my nipple in response to the sudden noise, and I clamp my hand over my mouth to avoid moaning out loud. 

“Rex I know you’re in there, you’re needed in the Mess, fight broke out between some troops. Step to it.” Fives yells and bangs on the door again as he leaves. Rex removes himself from my breasts.

“Poor timing, as usual with Fives.” He says, and with both hands on each side of my head pulls me into a deep kiss then stands, putting on his shirt. I stay seated on the bed, as if in shock.

I was not expecting this to happen.

Rex slips his armor back on, and brings me the bag of goodies he had snatched for me. “I told you we might work up an appetite.” He laughs, and leans in to kiss me one last time, long and deep, before putting on his helmet. “I hope to continue this soon, mesh’la.” Then he’s gone.

—

Onderon is humid and hot, the jungle habitat teeming with life and strife. Separatists had taken over the planet, and under Master Skywalker’s command a small team of he, Master Kenobi, Rex, Ahsoka, and myself had been dispatched to teach a group of rebels how to defend themselves and hopefully secure their planet once more. Our goal was to get the rebel band ready enough to take back their capitol city of Iziz. We had already succeeded in our first impromptu battle against a few droids that had ransacked the encampment. The rebels were strong and tough and led by the Gerrera's, which meant luck was on their side. Tomorrow we would strike the city, and take out as many droid depots as we could.

Since the attack on the camp earlier, each of the Jedi has taken a shift to be on guard. I’m on shift, and the humid jungle night has me sweating. I’m alone out here, in the dark, with everyone else trying their best to rest for the day ahead. I peel off my tunic, the breeze hitting the bare skin of my stomach and neck and bringing me some much needed relief. My combat bra clings to me as I fan myself. Ahsoka would be relieving me soon. As if she could hear me, she comes out of her tent yawning, back in her bandeau to beat the heat. I wish her a good night as I go to my tent, eager for a few hours of sleep before a big day. I pause at the entrance to my tent.

Had I not closed this opening when I left?

Drawing my saber, I ignite, the cool blue glow illuminating the outside of the tent.

“Easy!” Whispers Rex harshly. “It’s just me. I was dropping off some water and gear for you. I didn’t think your shift ended so…” he stops short when he sees me.

My legs are long and bare beneath my rolled up combat leggings, and my bra hides only what was necessary. Where my usual first instinct would be to cover up, with Rex I heat up instead.

“Too hot for clothes?” He whispers, smirking.

I'm suddenly struck with a deliciously mean idea. “You tell me.” I say as I push past him and into my tent, disarming my saber. Only the moonlight dimly lights the inside of my tent now, as Rex stands at the entrance, enraptured. Slowly, my back to him, I unhook my bra and slip it off of me. I can sense him stiffen behind me in more ways than one. I ceremoniously roll down my leggings until I’m bare, my backside silhouetted for him in the night. I toss on a light, breathable tunic, and I turn back to face him, his mouth ajar.

“Much cooler now, Captain.” I say and even in the darkness I see his blush. I walk to him and give him a swift kiss on the cheek. “Goodnight.” I whisper in his ear. Before I can close the tent opening he gently grabs my chin and directs me back to him, to his lips, and kisses me hungrily. “G’night” he growls, and closes my tent for me, stomping off.

—-

The rebellion has gone anything but according to plan. Saw Gerrera and I sit locked in a room in the city of Iziz, a droid interrogating and torturing us intermittently. The deposed President is set to be executed later today and I am running out of time to find a way to get us out of here.

As impulsive and violent Saw has proven to be, I am in awe of his ability to withhold under torture. I was trained by the Jedi to be a mental fortress, to find peace in the Force when in pain. Saw seems to feed off of the pain, letting it fuel his anger. We sit in this desolate room, shackled when not in the Electroholder, for two days.

Suddenly, the man who has previously been in charge of keeping us here walks in, a gun to his back.

“Easy now. Unlock the restraints and step to the wall.” A familiar voice calls.

“Rex!” I say as the shackles fall away and I’m running to his arms. One arm holding the blaster, the other holds me tight. He briefly presses his helmet to my temple. “Gave me quite a scare mesh’la. Time to get out of here.” 

Saw charges past, and Rex and I follow into the fray. Ahsoka has just saved the rightful President, and the city is in chaos. I hear chatter in Rex’s comm. “Affirmative General, hostages rescued. Headed to the ship now, gonna need medical when we hit Coruscant.” Only when he mentions medical do I realize just how sore my body is, how tired I am. “Did we do it?” I ask, leaning into him for stability as we make our way to the cruiser.

“Yes, Cyare, we did it. The city is free and it’s time to get you home.”

At that he scoops me up before my legs can collapse, the adrenaline wearing off, and spirits me away to safety.

---

I wake up in my own bed, feeling alive and pain free. The bacta they had given me in medical had cured my lacerations and bruises, and all that was left of my time in Onderan was a sense of relief. I look around my dark room. It must be the middle of the night. I spot a note in my bedside table and reach to open it.

Keira, I tried to wait for you to wake up, but I started to draw attention hanging around your door too much. If you wake up and need me, come get me.

Yours,

Rex

Did I need him? I don’t know. But I definitely wanted him. He had broken me free, and I felt the sight of him bursting into that room, gun drawn, the moment we stood head to head, had done something to me. Perhaps I dreamed in my bacta-induced sleep the type of dreams I had come to relish.

Regardless, I wanted to thank Rex, for his help.

I tiptoe down the corridors of the 501st’s barracks to just outside the Captain’s quarters. I lightly knock and hear a stirring inside, feet hitting the cold floor of the room and striding to the door. It slides open with a soft whoosh. 

When I see what stands before me, my mind is made up. 

Rex stands, shirtless and in only a pair of tight regulation boxers, running a hand through his short hair. “This better be good, brothe….” He falls short when he realizes I’m not a clone here to interrupt his rest, and a blush creeps up his face.

“Mind if I come in?” I ask and he steps to the side, offering the open door to me. The door closes behind me and I turn to face him.

“I didn’t want to wake you but I needed to see you.” I say quietly.

He reaches for me and holds me at arm's length, scanning me. “Everything okay? Are you okay? How are you feeling?” His hands are warm, and I take one in my hands and bring the palm up to my lips, kissing it.

“I’m feeling good.” I bring up his other hand and kiss it’s palm too.

“Really good. I wanted to thank you for your daring rescue.” I reach up and kiss him lightly on the lips. “Will you let me thank you, Rex?” 

He looks me deep in the eyes and sees the intention there.

“Fuck yes.” He murmurs and kisses me, hard.

His hands in my hair, he pushes me lightly against the wall. One hand to the back of his neck and I kiss and nibble the other side of it. I slide my free hand down his chest, past the muscles of his abdomen, until my palm rests on the firm, large bulge in his boxers.

“Oh kriff.” He sighs as I give a small squeeze and bite his bare shoulder. Eye locking, I slide down the wall and his body, coming to my knees before him. 

Maintaining eye contact, I kiss him through the constraint of his boxers, and hook my fingers into the band. Pulling them down, he springs free and I am left breathless in anticipation. Having had prior experience with Fives, I can now confirm that the clones aren’t identical in every way. The blond, trimmed hair trailing from the base of him up his abdomen was new, for one. The length and girth of him, another. Astonished, I fist my hand around him, and look up grinning. He rubs a hand over his face, unsure if he is dreaming.

Flattening my tongue I lick up his shaft, eliciting a gasp.

“Thank you...” I say, then lick up him again, leaving him shuddering.

“For saving…” I trail kisses down his veins.

“Me.”

With this, I take the head of him into my mouth and suck lightly. He moans, and it is a beautiful sound that sends shivers up my spine. “Mesh’la.” He groans, and brings a hand to knot in my hair.

I slowly work my way down him, my throat adjusting to his considerable size. I reach my limit and gag slightly, and look up at him in embarrassment only for his hips to stutter and have him say my name like a prayer. I pull off of him. “You like that, Rex? Like when I gag on your cock?” 

“Maker, yes, Keira.” He breathes, and I take him as deeply as I can again, bottoming out again and still not taking the whole of him. I’m needy- I’ve needed him for so long. He shudders again, and now both of his hands are in my hair.

“Mesh’la, this is much more of a thanks than I deserve, you’re doing so well, taking it so well.” He growls.

At this encouragement my core throbs and my stomach flutters. Using my hand to make up for the bit of him my mouth can’t handle, I start to suck harder, take him faster and as deep as I can, gagging every time I go too far. With every bob of my head I feel him flex and tense. “Baby.” He whispers.

He’s never called me that, and I’m almost caught off guard, but I don’t let my tempo falter. Using my hand and the thick strings of spit connecting me to him, I begin to pump him, as my mouth kisses the place between his shaft and the heavy, hanging part of him that begins to tighten.

“Gonna come, cyarika.” He moans and I look up at him.

“Where do you want to come? I’m all yours.” I ask. “My face? My throat?”

He nods at this, and I take him back into my mouth, quick, deep sucking strokes until I feel that first hot rope of cum, then I take him as far back into my throat as I can, gagging around him, drinking in his release. His breath is ragged and the sound that tears from his throat is guttural. His hands tighten in my hair, but he doesn’t push me down further onto him, knowing I can’t take anymore.

When I feel his body start to relax, I back off of him, and with a healthy dose of eye contact, wipe my lips with the back of my hand. His eyes are glazed, but I swear I can see stars in them as he winds his arms under mine and picks me up off my knees. His lips meet mine, hungrily. “My turn.” He growls. I shake my head and give him a quick peck then lean to whisper in his ear. “This was my thank you for saving me, remember?” I nip at his earlobe and push off of him, heading for the door. 

“Sweet dreams, Rexy.” I call quietly, as I slip out of his room and into the dark corridor, a smile on my face, heart racing. The door closes behind me and I let loose the breath I had been holding and head back to my room for what will surely be a night full of the best/worst kind of dreams.

[reader6898]

OC Sunday

Featuring: Tsunami Company's medic Rain

Rain is the baby of Tsunami company

When Rain was still in his tube he was born earlier than the Kaminoans expected. Rain was born with a heart defect and blind. because of this the Kaminoans were going to decomission him but Shaak Ti was able to convince them not to. Rain was put into the medical field when he was a cadet

Rain has blond hair and is a little shorter than the average clone. Because Rain came out of the tube early his lungs weren't fully developed he was put on oxygen as a baby and as a full grown adult Rain suffers from asthma so he has to carry an oxygen mask and a inhaler with him at all times

As a cadet Rain was picked on a lot because he was different and had a hard time getting along with his brothers. Luckily, he had his big brothers Kix and Helix to hang out with. Kix and Helix helped Rain learn everything about being a medic

Taught himself to read brail

Has a service massif named Twyla

When he isn't busy in the medbay Rain enjoys reading and helping his general with her garden. Nandia has helped rain how to grow his own garden which he has next to hers at the jedi temple

Also learned how to meditate from Nandia

Even though he can't see Rain begged his brothers to teach him how to fight and to defend himself. Of course they were hesitant at first but eventually Storm and Cyclone agreed to it. Now, Rain is skilled at wielding at any weapon even as a blind man

Rain is Nandia's second favorite right behind Storm

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Snow

AN: Well it started storming here again and made me think Rain again and since the original thought had more to it I thought I might expand on the the world for those who are interested. I did make some decisions about the battle droids and Obi's home planet, Stewjon, that Im sure isn't canon but I don't really care, its my fic and I'll do with it as I want lol. Anyway if you like this let me know, and if you'd like me to do the rest of the story that I thought up let me know! Thanks for reading <3

Summary: Reader can't help but remember the first time they encountered snow.

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<<Rain

Night finally fell, and with it so did the sound of the blaster fire that had been ongoing all day. You'd always found yourself thankful that the Separatists were too stingy to give their battle droids infrared or night vision allowing you and your men to have reprieve if only for a few hours from the exhausting battles. On nights like this you thanked the force for it even more, the fighting had been near nonstop for the last few days and the marshy planet you were on was frozen near solid as it had entered its winter months, making the surface slick and hard to fight on. Your men were ready to drop from lack of good rest and you were tense and tired with headache pounding right between your eyes after what felt like a never ending day of fighting.

Dragging your feet back to your tent, you cursed the council for sending you to a place that was so cold, but immediately felt bad for the thought. The order was stretched thin with the war, more and more battles kept popping up and not enough of you to fight them. You were at war, you weren't meant to be comfortable, but you hated the cold, you always have. And you hated the fighting, not because you weren't good at it, you were a jedi you had to be, but because your heart was never in it. The disruption and chaos that rippled in the force from it felt like constant pin pricks all over your skin as so many things called out for your attention through it and always made you feel suffocated. As a padawan your training had been more focused on the gathering and protecting of information, studying and learning things about the galaxy not running around and fighting to keep the peace like the others. You found more reward in the archives than on distant planets or successful missions. But all of that was in the past, in a time of peace, now it was nothing but a distant dream in the midst of wartime for you.

Thoughts wandering into the nostalgia of past as you trudged along on the frozen muddy earth, you didn't quite register the feeling of a pin prick of iciness against the swell of your right cheek that faded nearly as quickly as it was felt as the cause melted against the heat of your cheek that burned against the cold. Subconsciously though, you felt a shiver at the feeling and pulled your hood closer to your face, just glad that the jedi order provided you with items that regulated your body heat nicely against the biting weather.

You paused in your path however, as that thought repeated in your mind, and your tired brain finally registered the frozen fluff falling around you, the ones meeting your face and melting, and the ones making their homes along the outside of your coat. You'd only experienced the snow a handful of times, and you never truly could figure out if you liked it. You disliked the cold, yes, but with snow- a bit like with the rain- the force quieted. Unlike the rain though with its full pause in quiet serenity akin to taking a deep breath after a long day, the snow seemed to cause the force to buzz just slightly, like the quiet static of a comm in between messages, nothing grating, but a soft background noise that swirled around you and made you take in the burning cold air and watching the plume of frozen breath disperse in the air as if to take your stress along with it. 

You stood still and watched the flurries fall around you, almost languidly, and couldn’t help but smile, their unhurried pace bringing forth a welcoming calm after so many stressful days. In the low light of the camp with the haze brought on by the falling snow you found the memory of the first time you truly experienced snow surfacing.

You had been assigned to a simple mission: transport provisions to an older temple in the Mid Rim that was home to only a handful of Jedi Masters and to collect a crate of ancient texts to be looked over and restored at the temple on Coruscant. At the time you were still younger, only having completed your trials and becoming a jedi knight a few years prior, and this was the first longer mission that you’d been assigned. You weren’t the only one going on the mission however, as the council had heard rumors of pirates having been circling that area of the Mid Rim they saw that it may be more beneficial to send along help just in case there was a conflict. The help had been in the form of your closest friend and also recently knighted jedi- a year after you which you still teased him endlessly about, Obi-Wan Kenobi, and his young padawan, Anakin Skywalker, which you had been immensely happy about as you never really got to see either of the two very much- the council seeming keen on keeping young Skywalker out of the temple often, leading to him and Obi-Wan to rarely even have time for a simple chat. 

The whole trip took the three of you roughly a week to complete, four of the days had been spent traveling to the planet and back to Coruscant after spending three days on the planet to unload the requested provisions, pack away the books and scrolls for the trip back, and to of course refuel. All in all the trip was easy, calm, and in Anakin’s words, “boring as kriff,” of which Obi-Wan chastised him for such foul language for a jedi learner, but you could only laugh at both Anakin’s antics and Obi-Wan’s resulting exasperation. You and Anakin did seem to be on the same page about one thing however, and that had been complaining over how cold the planet had been. The planet itself had been situated farthest from its system’s star, resulting in a freezing atmosphere and barren surface. The only hospitable places being those deep underground near natural hot springs from the depths of the planet’s core. You did find that you liked the planet in its quiet beauty, the nearly untouched blues and whites of frozen mountains were quite picturesque, as well as the surrounding silence through the force of few living creatures on the planet disrupted and created a studious calm, one you wished you could bottle up and take back to Coruscant for the days where the billions of life forms flowing so near each other in the force caused you to be distracted in your work and occasionally cause lasting migraines you still were working to control. But as nice as the silence and the landscape were, one thing overpowered any thoughts of staying, the constant feeling of never being warm enough, the tips of your fingers almost constantly being numb, the ever present need to wear thick clothes and a coat, the freezing cold that chilled you to your bones.

You found yourself jealous over Obi-Wan’s nonchalant state over the temperatures however. He walked around as if the cold didn’t bother him, even though the tips of his ears and nose were constantly a rosy pink color. You cursed him in your head and shot daggers at him anytime he teased you over your shivering state. Anakin however, your little hero, always stuck up for you and seemed to find ways to get back at Obi-Wan for all his teasing even if it meant harsher training sessions the for himself, of which truly wasn’t anything harsh, just longer periods of meditation typically, which little Anakin loathed. 

Most of your days on the mission had been spent watching the back and forth between Obi-Wan and Anakin, recognizing just how like brothers the two of them acted. Your heart warmed at the sight even if something in the back of your mind kept echoing the melancholy of loneliness and the wanting to have someone close to you, wishing to care for and be cared by another however against the jedi ways it was. Even with the creeping loneliness, you continued watching the two, through meals, lessons, and even nights. You couldn’t help it, something about seeing Obi-Wan’s everlasting patience and care for the young boy stirred warmth in your heart. It was his gentleness, how he stooped to Anakin’s level to speak with him, how he praised even the smallest accomplishment in his training, in seeing him comfort Anakin from nightmares in the dead of night when he himself was still half asleep after being awoken. Everything was bringing back the soft affections you had for Obi-Wan as children that you had thought you had long since let go. 

Those feelings came back quickly and so strongly that you had found yourself spending your nights sleeplessly wandering the ancient temple’s library, browsing the yellowing pages and letting the echoes of the past connected to the writing wrap around you in quiet mumbled and incomprehensible words through the force. But most nights as the quiet echoed around you louder than anything back on Coruscant, you couldn’t stop your mind from pushing its way back to thoughts of Obi-Wan. Since his knighting, he’d started to let his hair grow out, the ends curling against the tops of his ears and the back of his neck in soft waves, making your heart sing with want to rake your fingers through it, to hold it softly between your finger while those jewel colored eyes echoed back the affections you harbored for him. Your mind also wandered  to neatly grown out facial hair he was letting curve around his jaw and hide the youngness of his face, to make him appear more mature and worthy of his status as a jedi knight and worthy enough to be training a padawan of his own, something you knew he still struggled with in the absence of the man he looked up to most, his late master, Qui Gon Jinn. 

It was on the third and last night of your stay on the planet that found you wandering away from the scattered library and to the door of the temple, too lost in thought to really notice where your wanderings had led you until you found pause as the force started to light up in a soft static. Glancing out a carved window, for the first time you watched as snow lazily drifted towards the frozen ground, drifting in the slow wind and building up and layering on top of eachother blanketing the ice below. For the first time in several nights you found your thoughts blank, almost meditative in your paused state of just watching, observing the delicate dance of each falling flake. 

You weren’t sure how long you stood there frozen like the rest of the planet, frozen in the moment in time, but you were eventually broken from your revelry by a whispered voice to your right. 

“You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d believe that this is the first time you’ve seen snow.”

Having not noticed his approach, too absorbed in the blank trance circling your mind and buzzing soft static of the force, you startled slightly turning to find amused blue depths watching you. Feeling a bit embarrassed you turned back to the window, replying in a similarly quiet tone that had an edge of wonder, “It is the first time I’ve seen snow.” Pausing you hummed before you continued as you could feel his gaze watching you questioningly, “Well, I guess not technically the first time I have seen snow, there was piles of the stuff on Ilum when I took the trip to retrieve a crystal for my saber, but…this….this I’ve never gotten the chance to witness.”

When you had turned back to glance at Obi-Wan his eyes had softened from amusement to an emotion you could not place as he studied your features for a moment before turning back to the window to watch the snow fall. You watched him watch the falling of the flakes  for a few seconds before turning to watch again yourself, the quiet swirling between you both before Obi-Wan broke it once more.

“There’s not much I remember of my home planet, I am not even really sure that the few things I think I may remember are true…..but one of the things I think I remember is that there was snow. I remember flashes of running around in it, playing games with young friends- maybe even siblings- and a warm joy whenever I glanced out the window and saw the ground littered in white.”

The quiet admission caught you slightly off guard, making you look back to Obi-Wan catching a few seconds of a reminiscing thoughtfulness written on his face. Obi-Wan had never talked about his home world, never shared stories about it when you and the others gathered in circles as younglings and spoke of what little you could remember. For much of your younger days you’d just assumed that he’d been born on Coruscant and home wasn’t as out of reach as everyone else’s, until one night as padawans you’d both snuck from your rooms to the temple gardens and under the starry sky he’d pointed at one and told you that was his home. 

Now though, your heart ached as he shared the memory he had obviously held so guarded for so long, opening himself to you in almost a deeper way than he ever had before. But before you could get too caught up in that thought he turned and smiled at you, saying, “Come on, you need the full first impression.”

Gently he led you out the door, pulling you along until you stood a hundred or so feet from the temple. Holding your hand out once you stopped, you huffed a quiet laugh as snow floated down and landed in your palm, melting on contact. Looking up, you see Obi-Wan’s fond gaze taking you in as you say, “It tickles almost when it lands on your skin and melts so quickly.”

Obi-Wan laughs at your almost childlike wonder and just watches as you continue to let the snowflakes wet your palm and as you lift your face to the sky watching them fall down towards you in twirling paths. You grinned as the snow dampened your face slowly, leaching heat from your chilling figure, taking joy in the fact that you could stand longer in this weather than rain without getting drenched.

When you finally turned back to Obi-Wan you found that he hadn’t moved his gaze from you, watching you with the same fond smile as if he didn’t want to miss a second of witnessing you experience something so simple for the first time and finding happiness in your own joy. From his own still watching, you could see unmelted fluffs of white decorating his honeyed hair and a few dotting his beard. He seemed to almost glow in the surrounding white and with the frozen drops decorating his appearance you think that you could easily mistaken him for deity, one who’s home was amongst the snow and ice as they fell and claimed him as theirs now. But what truly caught your attention however, was the few pieces of snow latched to his lashes, framing his bright, warm blue gaze in a contrasting ice. 

You found yourself being drawn closer to him, and the closer you got the more you felt a tell-tale brush of warmth within the force that you only ever have felt when you were around Obi-Wan. The warmth was always paired with the soft emotion filled look in his gaze, the one you could never place, or never let yourself place in fear of what you might find it to be, but now as you inched closer you couldn’t let yourself be afraid of it as your heart thudded in your chest, as you felt your own warmth reaching out in the force meeting his and swirling together until each were indiscernible from the other in a way you felt it never would be again. As your the toes of your boots bumped into his own, your eyes danced between his own, letting your walls down, allowing your emotions to fill you as you finally let yourself see the mystery emotion affection finally as it swirled Obi-Wan’s gaze as he met your own eyes, refusing to look away for a second as, to wrapped in the bubble of warmth dancing around the two of you, separating you both from the world outside.

Softly and ever so slowly he raised a hand and rested it on your cheek, his palm warming the iciness as he whispered, his face inching closer as your own followed suit, “You’re freezing, darling, you need to get inside.” A shaky breath left your lips as they brushed his own at the closeness as you replied, “Just a few more minutes ....please.”

It was as you remembering how your eyes fluttered shut and how Obi-Wan’s calloused hand smoothed against your cheek that you were pulled from your memory, the present flooding back into your awareness all at once as you felt a hand on your shoulder and a worried voice ask in a tone that seemed as if the question had been asked repeatedly already, “General, are you alright?”

Lowering your head from where it had been angled towards the sky, you forced a small smile to your face as you met your clone commander’s helmeted gaze. “I am fine, Pollux, just…just tired.”

“General you're shaking from the cold, how long have you been out here,” he asked as he started leading you towards your tent.

With a sigh and a shake of your head, as you trailed beside him, “Would you believe me if I said only for a few moments?”

“Not for a second, sir.” You let out a small laugh, interrupted by a larger shiver, before saying, “Join me for a cup of tea, Pollux? I have the feeling we both could use the warmth….and I would rather like the company.”

As the two of you reached your tent, Pollux pulled off his helmet and nodded, fatigue echoing on his face, “That sounds lovely, though you must promise to rest afterwards.”

Smiling, you laugh softly again replying teasingly, your smile coming easier now, “Always worried about me and my health, Commander.”

As he entered the tent he shot back a quick, “Someone has to be, sir.”

Before you entered though, you glanced skyward once more, letting another snowflake leave an icy kiss on your cheek as the lingering warmth from the memory finally leaves you and you enter your tent.

[valsnonsense]

Raine Thundershock

"Well, howdy! Sorry for the mess, I was just sketchin' out my new garden layout! Come on in!"

Parents: Councillor Holly Darlin' and Councillor Val Thundershock

Siblings: Marina (Sister), Amber (Sister), Crystal (Sibling)

Age: 16

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Bisexual

Genre: Rock/Country

Voice Claim: Avril Lavigne

The eldest of Holly and Val's quadruplets. Raine is sweet, sensitive, if not a little shy, with a passion for making beautiful things.

Raine is aspiring to be a full time florist, growing flowers and arranging them in striking bouquets for all to see. She loves how expressive bouquets can be, and by what type of flowers you use, the different meaning the bouquet can carry. She does her best to incorporate all types plants into her works, even underwater Techno plants (she's still working on that one).

When she's not in her garden or practicing her arrangementss, Raine can be found skipping around Trollstopia lending a hand to anyone who needs it. Raine, much like her mother, Holly, is very attentive to the needs of others, and is constantly going above and beyond to make others happy. When it comes to her gift-giving abilities, she was trained by the QUEEN of gift-givers. Holly is so proud.

Raine is super close with her whole family, and loves to spend time with them. She spends the most time with Holly, since she enjoys gardening as well. Occasionally, her siblings will convince her to come out and make mischief around town, but she's got that catholic guilt and often leaves "apology gifts" to anyone they prank (that's ruining the point, Raine! Jeez, your such a softy!)

Music wise, Raine is a near perfect mix of Rock and Country, with some preference for Rock. Despite her sweet and cheery persona, when she does make music, it's often loud and even vulgar (and vulgar as in she curses). Gotta get that pent up life frustrations out somehow. Girl can shred on a guitar like there's no tomorrow too.

Raine currently resides in Trollstopia alongside her family.

Fun Facts!

- Raine is mentoring under Lime and his girlfriend, Penelope, in the ways of gardening. She's often found in the Trollstopian Royal Gardens with Lime, learning how to care for plants, or at Penelope's flower shop, learning how to make different arrangements

- While Raine is sweet and kind, hurt someone she loves, and her personality does a 180. Unlike Holly, the mother she takes after the most, Raine doesn't believe in the high-road, and instead believes in sweet revenge. Val is so proud

- Raine came up with the idea for her and her sisters to wear matching anklets. She made them when they were super little, and they haven't taken them off since

And that's the first of my HollyVal kids, Raine! Fun fact, she and her siblings are themed (at least name wise), after the four seasons, with Raine reflecting a spring-rain.

Ive been watching Trollstopia finally, and it's definitely helping with the personalities of the OCs dhdbbdbdbd

Voice Example: Smile (Avril Lavigne)

[tereox]

Warmup #15

Rating: G

Summary: It's raining on Coruscant. The Coruscant Guard gets a visit from a Jedi youngling who is very enthusiastic about the change in weather.

Notes: You'd think there's only so many things I can write that have the Corries and rain in them. Well, apparently I haven't run out of ideas yet.

~~~

Fox heaved a sigh as the knocking on his door did not cease. He'd already told them to come in, did he have to open the door for them? Really?

He closed his eyes and allowed himself a moment of rest, then pushed himself up and walked to the door panel, pressing the button in a way that would have him writing a requisitioning request for a new one in no time.

A child was standing in the door. They beamed up at him. "Oh good. I don't know your door code."

Which was exactly how Fox liked it. "What are you doing here, Ciph?" He knelt down in front of the small Rodian jetii cadet.

"Thorn asked me to come get you." Their voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "It's raining outside."

Well, that would explain why the Corrie base was deserted. "Alright, I'll just finish-"

Ciph grabbed his arm and tugged on it. "The rain won't be there forever, the datawork can wait. That's what the Force is telling me and you can trust the Force." They nodded very seriously.

Fox rolled his eyes. "Of course. I am very glad the Force could make time to check over my datawork deadlines for me."

Ciph beamed. "Great, come on!"

Seeing as there was no getting out of Ciph's grip when they were this sure of themselves, Fox pressed the door panel to close his office and reluctantly trudged after them. He did like rain, most of the vode did. They'd grown up with it and it just settled something in them to hear it or to have the rain drum onto their armour while they patrolled.

They could move through the rain without any issue. It was a good ally of theirs while the natborns had to slide around and felt generally miserable because of it.

Well, except Ciph, apparently.

"Is your armour waterproof?" Ciph asked curiously as they made their way to one of the side entrances.

Fox hummed. "Occasionally."

Ciph peered up at him suspiciously. "That's not a proper answer."

Fox allowed a grin to spread over his face. "Are your clothes waterproof?"

"Yes." Ciph pointed at their jacket proudly. "I asked the quartermaster for one and they still had raincoats! And rain boots! Have you ever jumped into puddles?"

Fox had. "I think you'll have to show me that."

Ciph gasped. "I will."

~~~

"Thorn." Fox sighed.

Thorn beamed at him, entirely dressed in civvies with a bright red raincoat draped over him. "Fox! I managed to get some for you as well, you have to try this, it's comfortable and it holds off all the rain!"

Apparently it had, and now Thorn's coat was dripping it everywhere.

"Put up a wet floor sign."

Thorn looked down at the puddle. "Ah."

"He's right though!" Ciph jumped in while Thorn made his way to a storage closet. "The coat is warm too!"

"And it's needed for jumping into puddles, I'd assume?"

Ciph beamed. "Absolutely."

Fox was aware that if he'd put up more of a fight, they would have happily let him keep his armour on. The fact was though, that most of Coruscant went into hiding when it started raining properly. They had no idea what to do with the torrents of water when the weather machine failed.

Fox and his vode though, they were experts.

~~~

"You look awesome!" Ciph cheered.

Fox had to admit that the coat really was warm. And it was the same colour as Thorn's, quite close to the Corrie red they wore every day. It was a nice bonus.

"Alright!" Thorn beamed. "We're ready for anything!"

It had been.. a while since Fox had seen Thorn so excited. He just nodded along and followed them outside. It would be good to catch a break.

~~~

Mando'a vod - sibling (plural: vode)

[thechaoticfanartist]

Grim crying in the rain because it actually is an aesthetic

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