ADVENT CALENDAR PART4

Tup, Tech, Jango Fett, Howzer

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Taking a breather after a mission featuring ARC trooper Echo and Drama ARC Fives

I heard raemanzu needed some dancing clones?

Dance it off, Kix, dance it off! - supportive bro in the distance

(It’s my humble opinion that Kix got his nick because he just kicks everyone while dancing. And while not dancing.)

Star Wars: These are the clones. They're soldiers, warriors, they're bred for war and absolute dangerous killing machines. They're tough and loyal and hard to beat. Theyre-

Fandom: Baby boys? 🥺 Little Babys who need love and care 🥺 ? Brothers with parental instincts that I will protect with my life and soul 🥺 ? Sweet pure innocent boys-

…and husbandmaterial.

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What a fun clone-filled year. More to come next year? Who knows.

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Kix + caring immensely about his brothers

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little artist trading card for @spam-hands :3 because they're an echo fan

fluffcember day eighteen: mistletoe

"Are you sure this is appropriate, sir?" Bly asked nervously.

General Secura nodded. "Very. It's traditional."

"What, uh, what's the tradition about? Just checking for the purposes of the report."

The report that someone would definitely be making. Bly knew that much. He just couldn't decide whether it'd be used as evidence for his court martial or not. In any case, accuracy would be important.

General Secura continued to play the deceptively innocent stem with its white buds between her fingers. Her long lashes brushed her cheeks as she looked at the flower.

"Mistletoe symbolises new life and new beginnings. Certain fertility—"

"Fertility?" Fierfiek. Bly's voice hadn’t squeaked like that since he'd been in his blues. Heat rushed to his face. "Pardon me, sir, but," he lowered his voice and darted a look around the small market, "are we being co-opted into a local fertility ritual? You know there's established procedure for that—"

Laughter bubbled from General Secura and she covered her smile with one elegant, bruised-knuckled hand. Her lekku twisted in the way that Bly had learnt meant she was particularly amused. Heat touched his cheeks but he didn't look away from her. He couldn't. He didn't understand how anyone could.