#whiteout conditions

[reckonslepoisson]

Challengers (2007), Together (2010), Brill Bruisers (2014), Whiteout Conditions (2017), In the Morse Code of Break Lights (2019), Continue as a Guest (2023), The New Pornographers

Ever since the band’s first and most-acclaimed three, The New Pornographers have churned out plenty more works of vast swirling big-band pop with huge, rapturous hooks, bags of colour and, vitally, an invaluable and overriding sense of joy. They have never quite reached the heights of those initial trio, though to this day have never dipped far or, for better or worse (for me, neither), embraced much stylistic deviation. 

Pick(s): ‘Myriad Harbour’, ‘Crash Years’, ‘War on the East Coast’, ‘Whiteout Conditions’, ‘You’ll Need a New Backseat Driver’, ‘Firework in the Falling Snow’

[crimeronan]

i think the snow probably isn't cold or dangerous. i think i could go walk in the storm right now. i'm gonna go to [local seafood restaurant redacted] bye guys

[robo-dino-puppy]

penttoh

[tea-time-terrier]

Some of the road.

[hazardsoflove]

however i know they’ve played this song every show and i cannot WAIT because it sounds so fucking good live

[agdab]

oh this weather is fun to drive in

[obsidianghoul]

omw to my sisters baby shower in a snowstorm wish me luck

[charliemwrites]

Part 6 of Charmed Slasher Simon!

Simon really ought to teach you not to look at him like that. Those big watery eyes and pouty lips make his teeth feel too sharp for his own mouth. He wants to sink them into you, find out if you taste as sweet as you look. He knows you would, knows it like he knows the slick heat of fresh viscera.

“What.” he demands, voice hard to keep the rasp of dark desire from it.

“I have a little favor to ask.”

He arches an eyebrow, does not believe you. Not when you’re looking at him so beseechingly. He’ll have to get you to make that face again, maybe when he’s got you on your knees, asking to suck his cock.

“Go on.”

You seem ridiculously, foolishly charmed by this stoic, unimpressed front he puts on for you. A little beam of sunshine refracting off of a black mirror. Wonders sometimes what cruel maker built you so unintentionally self-destructive.

“There’s this work trip coming up…”

He has to cross his arms to keep himself from snatching you up and locking you in the bedroom. Mistaking the gesture, you hurry to continue.

“And I have to go, but! We’re allowed to bring plus ones.”

Satisfaction curls warm in his gut, a purring predator cat. He wants to hear you ask, though.

“I’m not hearing the favor.”

“Riley….” you complain, face adorably embarrassed.

“I’m waiting, luv.”

You damn near stomp your little foot at him. “Will you please come as my plus one?”

He arches his eyebrows. “That’s a big ask.”

You could ask for the stars and moon and he’d make them bleed for you. Paint the sky crimson and make a necklace of the heavens to collar you in.

“I know and I understand if you don’t want to - but… but that coworker you met, Brandon? He’s going too, and he’s been looking at me weird all week. Please, Ri? I-I don’t want to go by myself and you make me feel safe.”

Oh it was a sure thing that he’d be going with you, but now there’s no question. He’s so glad for the video cameras; he going to milk himself dry tonight listening to you say please like that. Admitting that he makes you feel safe. His poor, stupid, fragile thing. It’s a good thing he found you.

“Alright, alright,” he soothes. “No waterworks now. I’ll go with you.”

Like a switch, you light up and throw yourself into his chest.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” you trill. “I’ll make it up to you somehow, I promise.”

He snorts. You’ve done him the favor by giving him an excuse to follow you - but he’s not about to correct you.

“You let me worry about that. Just send me the details and I’ll be there.”

—

Your job has rented out a ski lodge for this little trip. Not only is it secluded, the booking is for the middle of the week. There will be few, if any, people over than instructors and your coworkers.

He couldn’t plan it better.

The day is spent pretending to care about your coworkers’ names and babysitting you along the slopes. You nearly crack your head open twice, each time he scoops you up, frowning down at your giggly face.

You also nail him in the head with a snowball too. That. That’s he’s going to get revenge for.

When night falls, you squeeze his hand at the door to your room. He leans his palm against the door over your head, relishes in the way you fluster as you tilt your head to look at him.

“Thank you for coming, Riley,” you murmurs. “You’ve made this really fun.”

He lets himself smile at you, just a bit. Knows it’s lopsided and probably a little too sharp, should raise alarm bells in your pretty little head, but you only smile back at him.

“Mm, you’ll have to make it up to me. Doin’ you this big favor ‘n all.”

You laugh. “Yeah? Let me know when you want your pound of flesh.”

Oh he’ll be taking more than a pound.

“Better be ready when I come to collect.”

“Ooh, so scary!” you tease, sticking your tongue out.

“You’ve no idea.”

—

A storm hits that night. A wicked, frigid thing that brews up and boils over in a matter of hours. Whiteout conditions. The power goes out a quarter past 11.

Well, you’ve had your fun. Now it’s time for Simon to have his.

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[thisapplepielife]

Written for @steddieholidaydrabbles.

Hell Has Officially Frozen Over

Prompt Day 9: Icy Roads | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: Language | Tags: Post S4, Eddie Munson Lives, Future Fic, Reconnecting in Your Hometown, Old Friends, Pre-Steddie

It's bad. It's really, really bad.

Eddie white-knuckles the steering wheel of his pickup truck wondering if he's ever gonna make it to Hawkins as he barely crawls along. Not only is it nearly impossible to see, but the roads are slicker than shit already. It's like this snuck up on them, and the state didn't even have time to salt the roads.

He should have left an hour earlier.

Hell, he should have left a day earlier.

It's heading towards being a whiteout. Which is pretty fucking gorgeous, honestly, but not when he's having to drive in these blizzard-like conditions.

Easing down the highway, not another car in sight, he thinks his eyes are playing tricks on him. A slight glow, off to the left.

As he approaches, he's pretty fucking certain that he's seeing the faint glimmer of taillights off in the ditch. A car probably missed that little curve, and slid off in the ditch.

Fuck.

He should stop. But he isn't exactly sure how or where he might be able to do that safely.

Fuck it.

He hasn't seen anyone else out in miles, so he stops in the middle of the two-lane highway. He'll check real quick, see if there actually is anything, or if it's just his eyes deceiving him after all this white.

He turns on his flashers, but he's not sure that'll help anyone see him in this near zero visibility. 

Eddie pulls out his Maglite, and is thankful Wayne was always so adamant that he carried one.

He's pretty sure there is a car. Something covered in white, and lodged into the snowbank.

"Hey! Anybody in there!" Eddie hollers. 

He stops to listen, and he doesn't hear anything — then. A dull pounding. 

"Goddamnit," Eddie mutters, but slides down the ditch, and once he gets closer, he hears the pounding again. Hand against glass. 

The passenger window is covered in snow, and Eddie starts brushing it away as fast as he can. It's fucking freezing, even through his gloves.

He gets the window cleared, and a face appears.

"Eddie?!"

It's Steve Harrington. 

Shit.

Eddie leans down to get a closer look.

"You okay?" Eddie asks through the window and Steve nods.

"I'm stuck. I can't open either door, or the windows!"

"Want me to break in?" Eddie hollers, and Steve nods. 

Eddie moves to the back window of the car, and yells back, "Cover your eyes!"

Steve leans forward, and Eddie bangs the butt of his metal flashlight against the window. It doesn't give. Fuck. Apparently it's gonna take more power than that. 

He rears back and gives a really good whack this time, then another, harder, near the corner, shattering the glass into the car. 

"Hey! Still okay?" Eddie asks, brushing glass from the window sill with his flashlight. It's safety glass, and not sharp, but he can't imagine crawling out over it would be a whole lot of fun, still.

The soft glow of the lights Eddie could see goes out, and then Steve's head pops back into view as he crawls over the console of the car, and into the backseat.

"I'm good, I think. Just thought I might freeze to death before I was able to get myself out."

Eddie holds out his hands, and offers Steve help as he tries to slide out of the now broken window. It's a tighter fit than seems comfortable with his heavy winter coat on, but together they pull him out. 

"Sorry about the window."

"No, no. Thanks for stopping. I figured I was stuck until INDOT came out tomorrow."

They climb up the ditch and towards Eddie's pickup, to see if they can find something to at least cover the broken window.

After, Eddie can't get the traction to get going again. He looks around. He does have some gifts for Wayne, and unwraps one, dumping the contents in the seat, then with his pocket knife, cuts the box into four pieces, one for each tire.

It's enough. He's able to get them edging forward again.

Five miles to Hawkins.

But it seems like five-hundred at this rate.

"What were you doing out here?" Steve asks.

"I could ask you the same thing, Harrington?" Eddie banters back, and Steve laughs.

"Coming home from the airport-"

"That was a rental? Oh shit."

Steve laughs, but continues, "I promised I'd do Christmas at home this year," Steve admits.

"Oh, so this blizzard is your fault."

"Huh?" Steve questions, confused.

"Hell has officially frozen over," Eddie teases.

And Steve laughs. Eddie has missed him. It's been too long since any of them have gotten together. Once out of Hawkins, it's been really hard to return.

"Something like that," Steve says, but he's smiling at Eddie, "What brings you home?"

"Wayne," Eddie says. Wayne's the only reason he'll step foot into this town these days. 

There are no other cars on the road. They're the only dummies out and about in this shitshow.

When they pull up in front of the Harrington house, Eddie turns to look at him.

"Thanks for rescuing me," Steve says, meeting his eyes in the dark.

"Hey, I definitely owed you one. You rescued me first."

Steve reaches over and squeezes Eddie's hand, "You didn't owe me anything. It's been good to see you, man. You look good."

Eddie flips his hand over so he can squeeze back, "If the parents get too stifling, come to Wayne's," Eddie offers.

"Expect me. How long you here?" Steve asks.

"A week, you?"

"Same."

"Let's definitely catch up," Eddie offers, and Steve's nodding, hard. 

"Yeah, let's do that. You and me."

"The Hideout," Eddie laughs.

Steve grins, "All the shitty beer we can drink."

"Where's Buckley?" Eddie asks.

"She'll be here in two days, weather allowing."

"Let's gather up everyone who's home. Do something together again. We survived Hawkins once."

"Hell yes we did," Steve says, his blinding smile proof they can do it again.

This time, it's only Hawkins for Christmas.

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @steddieholidaydrabbles and follow along with the fun!

[xenosagaepisodeone]

I was driving home in whiteout conditions tonight literally sliding on every turn I'm making on these unplowed winding country backroads and I catch a host on one of the radio stations I'm sifting through go "alright folks, as you know tonight we are playing songs that listeners have said they would want at their funeral" and flat out responded "I reject this framing device. You are not allowed to kill me in such a gay as fuck way." and proceeded to make it home safely

[wings-of-fire-confessions]

I personally think the wof mental health rep is a lot better than it seems at first glance.

I should say upfront that I'm not a professional, though one of my biggest interests is psychology and majority of the conditions I talk in this post I either have or have traits of (and I'll clarify which I don't).

Whiteout is the only canonical neurodivergent character as far as I know, having associative synesthesia, but many headcanoning her to be autistic. I haven't read the books in a long while, but from what I remember I can agree, though I'm not autistic (despite meeting criteria... long story) so I won't for sure say if I think her traits are enough for a diagnosis or not (again, haven't read the books recently), but everyone seems to think they are so I'll agree.

Hawthorn has psychotic symptoms, which I think is important to represent since people with psychosis (whether that be from being on the schizophrenia spectrum or some other reason) are very often put in a bad light. Hawthorn is too, to an extent, but that's more so due to the Breath of Evil and not due to his psychotic symptoms, or from what I can remember, at least. I don't think Hawthorn has a mental disorder like schizophrenia since symptoms of psychosis can be caused by isolation (I'm not actually 100% sure if this is true, this is just something my psychologist told me), but I think the representation is still important either way. I relate to him a lot due to his symptoms.

Darkstalker very clearly shows symptoms of NPD (Narcissistic Personality Disorder), I don't think you can even argue that (sorry, narcissism anon from a month or so ago). I myself fit the criteria for NPD, and I definitely see myself in him. I doubt he can be diagnosed since he is still a child, but his symptoms might be extreme enough to warrant one, I'm not sure (coming from a minor who's doctors referred them for a personality disorder screening themself). Of the nine (9) criteria for NPD, just off memory he fit basically all of them. I won't go into all of it but I will definitely mention his splitting, seeing how he goes from loving Clearsight to thinking he can kill her if she doesn't meet his expectations. He also has the aspect of how it develops too, that being trauma (I recall Arctic being abusive to him which is definitely enough to warrant trauma), and being spoiled as a child (this could be my brain making things up but I swear this happened, or at least he was overly praised or something). So yeah, fairly sure he would have been diagnosed with NPD if he didn't eat the strawberry.

Moonwatcher seems to have social and separation anxiety. I like this, since I am diagnosed with both and they are both very difficult to live with, and I like seeing another character having it that I can relate to in that way. She also has symptoms of AVPD (just from what I remember), but she's only like... twelve (12) so there's no way she could be diagnosed.

Anemone, while not having any mental disorders specifically, still had a rough mental health journey so I think it's important to bring up. She grew up with her mother, Queen Coral, who was a complete helicopter parent, and likely never met her Father, King Gill. She was praised and adorned all her life, so it makes sense that when she was eventually separated from Coral, she acted out what she thought she deserved. While I think Darkstalker has NPD, I can't say the same for Anemone, since she was so young and it's normal for young children to have narcissistic traits. When she met Darkstalker, they clicked well due to both being animi and having... less than positive thoughts on the dragons around them. Darkstalker ended up lovebombing her, and telling her to leave when she got mad at Moon. She lashed out at Turtle afterwards, before they reconciled later. I thought this would be important to mention.

Peril likely has a few personality disorders as well, the most likely ones in my opinion being BPD (Borderline Personality Disorder) and DPD (Dependent Personality Disorder), which isn't surprising given her situation. She likely has tons of trauma so it's only natural for her to develop a traumagenic disorder. I say those in particular because of her rapidly changing thoughts and emotions and her over attachment to Clay, which I can definitely relate to given how I act with my DP (Dependent Person). I don't have BPD though I show traits (not sure if enough for a diagnosis or not) and I remember Peril showing traits too.

There's also a lot of dragons that probably have PTSD in some way, Fathom, Peril, and Jerboa III being the first ones that come to mind specifically.

I seriously think this is an important topic and I might make a video on it at some point. Like I said, I love psychology and I think it's interesting how it impacts characters from my favourite book series.

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[heron0000]

whiteout conditions

[lpsgirl109]

You know I enjoy tiktok as a place to post stupid memes and silly animatics and me dancing around with my dinosaur mask, but when you actually try to post a genuine take on something, you'll be met with some of the dumbest motherfuckers alive. I remember someone made a post calling out the ableism in WCUE, and how people on that game will tell disabled cats they can't be warriors and it's too unrealistic and shit like that. And I made a response saying how a mentality like that is a result of the books themselves, because the series constantly teaches children that disabled people are incapable of doing the same jobs able bodied people can. That then leads to people in rps and rp games fully believing that the books are right, and thinking it's 'against the rules' or 'unrealistic' for disabled cats to be anything other than medicine cats or elders. I then went on to bring up WoF as an example of a series that doesn't really do that. WoF is def not perfect when it comes to disabled rep, but it handles disabled characters far better than Warriors. Many of the RainWings think Tamarin is weird or incapable of helping in the royal challenge, but you're never supposed to agree with them. She then goes on beat the flower challenge in like record time, proving that she is in fact just as skilled as the other dragons. Whiteout being neurodivergent is something that is absolutely essential to who she is as a person. The second she starts acting "normally," it's not seen as a relief, it's seen as a cause for alarm. Arctic enchanting her condition away isn't treated as a good thing, it's a violation to Whiteout, a horrible thing he does to her. This is largely why you don't see a lot of ableism in WoF games or WoF rps, because the books aren't hammering it into children's skulls that being disabled means you're not as skilled as able bodied people, and you can't do the same tasks as them. You rarely see people saying shit like "disabled dragons can't be soldiers, disabled dragons can't be queens." I'm sure it still happens, but not to the extent of the warrior cats fandom, because WoF has several disabled characters who are shown to be just as capable as everyone else

I then received multiple comments saying "But Tui wrote warriors!! She wrote warrior cats!! She's responsible for all the ableism in warrior cats!!" I'll just let you decide why that's a piss poor response

[crimeronan]

my google newsfeed is about 30% hiking accidents because of how my internet activity is, and every time i read a new hiking accident story, i'm like "oh god, people on tumblr need to know about this shit."

and then i remember that the vast majority of you are not going outside regularly, let ALONE hiking. so you really..... don't need to know about this shit, actually.

HOWEVER. for my peace of mind:

if you DO go out hiking, particularly on mountains or very wet areas, look up the weather conditions at the summit of the trail before you leave. if it's recommended that you bring specific gear with you on a hike, BRING IT. don't rely on your phone's GPS or google maps to guide you, don't wander off the trail, etc. if you accidentally get lost and have no way to orient yourself, staying put is better than wandering.

also.... maybe Don't do a many-miles-long hike in sunny 100F (38C) weather. any more than you'd do a mountain hike during a whiteout blizzard.

[manias-wordcount]

If you're not to busy and take requests- can I request a botw link x male reader where the male reader is an almost extinct race called the "yexrid" who can manipulate their body temperatures to be a space heater or an air conditioner and link and y/n are going through the gerudo highlands snowy mountains and y/n absolutely loves the snow and they have to camp there- and link is really cold so y/n turns his body heat up and cuddles link to sleep? Sorry it's long I'm lonely 🥲

Head First (BOTW Link x Male! Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗲 ;]

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

It took Link a little while to realize that you don’t really feel things the same way he does. At least, not fully.

  You said you knew the basics of what you could do. You were separated from your family long before you were able to gain full mastery, but that doesn’t stop you from being impressive. Not one bit. And it’s in the little things you do. It’s the fact that you could feel a sudden breeze and decide that you just won’t be cold. It’s the fact that you can drink a hot bowl of Prime Meat Soup in the desert and decide that you just won’t be hot. And it happens. Your body adjusts. And you continue about your day like you aren’t made of magic. Like you aren’t from an almost extinct race of people who had almost total control of their body, spirit, and mind.

  And yes, you’ll have your slip-ups. For a descendant of an ancient race of people- one of the most powerful groups of people to ever exist in Hyrule….you’re kind of a goof. Sometimes, you forget that not everyone can do what you do. Sometimes, you forget that you can do what you do. Sure, you get by well enough with a handsome face and an adventurous spirit. Link can easily attest to how much attention you get from the ladies and the men in any town you both visit. But you’re the type to jump in head first to a pond with all your clothes on. Only to realize at the moment of contact that you’ve just thrown yourself into a hot spring and will have to sit there and panic until you remember that you can just choose to not feel hot anymore. No matter how many times Link has advised you to use your head to think and not do.

  But then you give him that goofy smile. You show him that despite your quirks, you’re the best travel buddy a guy could ever ask for. You show that despite your mistakes, you always manage to get by just fine. 

  And you show him that sometimes are worth jumping in head first for.

  But this? This is not one of them.

  Right now, this is the two of your trying to force your way through whiteout conditions in the middle of the Gerudo Highlands. At least you were until the sudden storm forced you two to a standstill until it blows over. The worst part is that you can’t even turn The two of you are here at a request. Fetching plant or animal or bug or whatever that Link can’t remember because he’s just too damn cold. Despite all of his layers, he spent his money on them. Despite the snow boots he had to barter and barter and barter for. And despite the goddess-awful spicy elixir you made for him to help him adjust to the temperature change, he still can’t feel his fingers.

  But even with all his complaints that he’s too frozen stiff to voice, he does have one saving grace.

  He has you.

  Being out in one of the infamous Gerudo Highland storms is never easy. It’s never fun, it’s never enjoyable, and it's even worse when he’s alone. He can’t recall how many times he got stuck out here, trying to find a cave or a light or anything just to find his bearing and get out of the storm until it blows over. But that was all before he met you. That was all before he started traveling with you.

  Now, he’s still a bit miserable. With just how hard the wind blows? With just how hard he works for the people of Hyrule? He thinks he’s entitled to a little negativity here and there. But all those times he had to do it alone, were so much harder than this. Because while this might still be existing out in the freezing cold mountains next to the desert…this is also sitting inside a tent he barely helped pitch while you’re still outside messing with a second helping of Pumpkin Stew for the two of you.

  And Link just can’t help but watch.

  In between looks of concentration, there’s a smile on your lips as tiny little snowflakes pelt your pretty face. You’re just close enough to the tent that the fire manages to warm the very tip of Link’s nose and far enough away that the two of you don’t have to worry about any accidents in the middle of the night. But by the firelight, Link is able to see you. Almost perfectly in the mess of winter white blowing past the two of you.

  And you look at ease outside despite the swirling elemental storm around you. You look at peace outside despite the fact that you had relinquished your jacket a long time ago to give Link a blanket so he doesn’t get too while stationary. It makes Link jealous. It makes him jealous that you don’t have to do a single thing to feel alright while he is stuck spending rupee after rupee to give himself a fighting chance. 

  But it also makes him glad.

  Because you know that in moments like this, Link can’t handle the cold. Not like you do. Because in moments like this, you’re already stripping off your layers for more ease in your moments. And you’re wrapping your coat and your scarf around him without a single word and setting up the tent with minimal effort. You don’t fret when Link can do nothing but hold a stake still. You don’t. Instead, you jump in head first. You pitch the tent. You start the fire. You cook the food. You even slip Link a little more spicy elixir in his bowl to help with the taste. You do it all like it’s nothing. But without you?

  Link feels like he would be nothing. Nothing but just a lone wanderer. Drifting away out in the cold. Wishing for the wind to die down. Wishing for the snow to slow its fall. Wishing he had something warm to wrap himself in. 

  Or something warm that he could wrap himself around. 

  But that’s the thing. He has that now. He has you. And so he’s thankful. He’s so thankful when you eventually make the short journey back into the tent with another bowl of stew for the two of you. He’s thankful that you’re careful about helping Link hold his bowl up to his mouth and drink it all in with eager sips. He’s thankful that you’re quick to peek your head out at the fire in front of the tent and tend to it as best as you can from your spot right next to him. And when all the work is said and done? When Link finds that he’s too tired to do anything but lay on his side and pass out? He’s thankful that you’re there too. 

  Laying right beside him. Wrapping your arms around him. Pulling yourself close to him. And raising your body temperature up higher and higher and higher. Until is good enough for two. And Link didn’t even have to ask. Link didn’t have to speak. Somehow you just knew. You just knew what he needed. You just knew. Or maybe…maybe you didn’t. But this was just another instance of you being you. Maybe this was just another moment of you jumping in head first. Being bold. Being brave.

  And of being the best thing that could have ever happened to him.

  Ever since the first time he woke up cold, alone, and afraid. 

[thivell]

Sharing Some OCs

Hi hey! I have uhh… a Jedi and a handful of half baked clone sketches I did when I was bored (there’s a few more but post is already long)

also this is a real long post and I apologize

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Jedi OC

Dunno how effective his pole staff works but hey it’s cool and does exist canonically -

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Clones - most of my sillies are clones rn. Currently I’m working out a battalion that’ll be my little clone collection but I also have an oddball squad that’s a little mix of canonical characters and ocs

451st Battalion Clones

not all my babes are drawn out but a few are- they are incredibly rough though and we’re drawn when I was just finishing up the clone wars show

Commander Delgado/ CC-8933

Captain Maverick/ CT-4751

First Lieutenant Makeshift / CT-9663

Second Lieutenant Krypt / CT-5769

That’s it for my boys rn, but I’ll slowly start making my way through the rest of them- with my stuff still being fidgeted around I’ll most likely change the 451st boys into being 176th and go under my Jedi OC.

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Marines

I have two marines Port/CT-3742 and Starboard/CT-5065. They got their names because of the directions of the numbers (Port’s are all facing left and Star’s are mostly facing right). But what’s silly about them is they’re always on opposite sides with Starboard seen on the left of Port and vice versa especially when they walk. Why is that you ask? Well it’s because while most clones are ambidextrous they still have preferred hands; for Port that’s his right and for Starboard it’s his left. They’re both little shits that when combined make one half of a braincell and that’s all they got and they definitely gaslight the shinies into thinking they have port and starboard mixed up. They were based off of two orcas with the same names.

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Oddball Squad Clones

so the oddballs are essentially clones that look too different or are deformed due to genetic degradation, you can think of them as being like 99 but being the precursors to the bad batch. As stated earlier it’s a mix between canon and non canon clones. As of right now there are

Two canon clones - Captain Vaughn and Commander Blackout

I have not drawn Commander Blackout but he has aniridia which is an eye condition where there is little to no pupil in the iris, causing vision issues. For him it’s not too severe, he needs some corrective measures in his helmet but can see even without them, but he does have light sensitivity and often gets migraines due to fluctuating pressure changes behind his eyes. He also has incredibly dark eyes and blackout styled tattoos that start from his upper back then go down to his pecs and down his arms, also has some on his calves.

Vaughn I have drawn- he has vitiligo that in the photo mainly collects on his face with multiple different layers of different skin pigmentation showing, but it is a full body thing (it even goes to his hair). But it’s one of the main reasons he keeps his helmet it on for long periods of time

There’s 4 non canon clones right now: Whiteout, Zombie, Caid, and Discovery. Both Whiteout and Zombie have sketches but Discovery and Caid don’t.

Caid (Kade)

Caid’s thing is that he is completely mute due to the fact that his larynx never developed. He’s got some skin warping and scarring over his throat from it. He has quite of a few scars over his face and notably knuckles because he throws himself into every battle. He’s a little spicy and sassy. you can think of him as Bumblebee from the transformer series if you’ve seen that. Right now his backstory is a little wobbly but everyone in the oddball squad usually has multiple facets of training if they can. Caid mainly works as a nursery care taker and watching over the tubies and the other very young clones but he also goes on high stake reconnaissance missions to gather intel. The way he communicates is mainly though GHS (Galactic Hand Signing- my SW version of an international sign language) and he also has short field commands embedded into the com device in his vambrace (he usually has a data pad on him too to type out anything he needs).

Discovery

Discovery has two major deformities that affect his arms; his left arm barely ever developed and ends mid bicep and his right arm stops just after his elbow for a few inches. For this he was given cybernetic replacements but he’s mostly used as a lab rat for testing, he doesn’t like it but it hardly squashes his never ending child like curiosity with the world he’s been exposed to. Usually getting him in trouble with Vaughn and frequently visiting Whiteout, the medic.

Whiteout/ CT-8651

Whiteout has full albinism, from his skin to his eyes, and while they aren’t true twins- he and blackout consider themselves ones as they have been in the squadron the longest. Whiteout specializes in being a medic but also does pretty well with a sniper. He’s incredibly soft spoken and sweet and occasionally gets a stutter but he’s trying his best. Especially with Zombie watching over him now he feels safer to stand up for himself.

Zombie

now .. the zombie explanation has to be a little lighter for the sake of ages and tumblr. I cant sugar coat this exactly but I won’t go into the nasty details.. Zombie got his name dude to the fact he was put back together with parts that belonged to other squad members. It was a suicide mission and none of them came back alive but they were used in an experiment by one of Nala Se’s apprentices. He got his name zombie 1) from his lack of talking 2) his usually stone cold or mildly agitated exterior and 3) from the fact his scarring show off how he was literally stitched back together.

He wasn’t originally part of the oddball squad since on his original body his only odd thing was the fact he and green eyes but after he comes back he very quickly gets pulled into it. He has an absolute soft spot for Whiteout and is the equivalent to scary attack dogs with separation anxiety

Whiteout and Zombie as of right now will eventually be tagged on to 104th with Wolffe and Caid might be going into 212th or works mostly under them for missions.

that’s all for now lovelies, thank you for reading!💕