So, I'm in love with the moth!AU in every form and I spent few hours over this.

This is my oc Iris, you can get to know about him in my other post.

I looked for colouful moths, cos it matches him and I found a moth in his battalion colour, so yea.

Anyways, he is green-banded urania (urania leilus). Yes, this moth.

"Hello, you are commander Fox, right?" A clone with ice-green painted armor asked. "I'm Iris. I'm also a commander...and I heard you're in charge here."

Fox was twirling a stylus between his fingers when he was approached by the unfamiliar vod. Sometimes, he was asked to sign documents for the chancellor, so he was sat at his desk reading through the latest request from the senate. He raised a finger at first to indicate he needed a minute, finishing the paragraph he was on before he finally acknowledged Commander Iris. Looking up, he raised a brow at his vod. "What is it you need, Commander?"

there is no common denominator between them, just pure vibes

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More Aggie/Magma fun time with my friend @raerrui <3<3

He deserves a bit of everything, as a treat (Patreon)

commander peepers in my astronomy notes

Warlord Mamas and the Daughters they tried to make as hard as themselves:

I hate to see it, but you just wanna gather them up in your bosom and make it better for a moment 😢

Commander Ergon, Final Space: Quinn Ergon

Ambessa Medarda, Arcane: Mel Medarda (Confession, I have never watched this, but I've seen the gifsets and they belong here)

The General, The Uncommons: Iris

realized that i got to get all my crossover headcanons out before the new MB book comes out in september sooooo...

Fuck significant others, the clones need friend groups outside of other clones. And by god do clones find the strangest but best bunch of friends ever. They make the kinds of friends that are friends for life. Their friend groups will be composed of a county clerk that inherited a house from their great grandparents that they turned into an apartment complex, 20 year old who legally adopted the slightly younger 20 year old friend back a few years ago when they turned 18 to run away from home, a tired nurse, a stressed cashier and their roommate with anxiety and a pet goldfish, 2 parents in their 30’s with kids each from different marriages, a professional hairdresser, the up and coming chef that runs a ghost kitchen out of their house, the stem major with plants and ocd, the lawyer with negative time who lives on vodka and perie water, that one person who finds some random trinket wherever they go, the ex convict who does community service on the weekends and is good at driving, a guy with sandals and an antique sword, that one fucker who refuses to eat a vegetable ever, a skater, the neighbors elderly grandmother whose surprisingly spry and likes to do crosswords on the porch, the goblin and their younger goblin sibling and their pet gremlin gerbil.

When there back from a deployment there friends take them out places, they go to restaurants and bars, abandoned apartments, space malls, local concerts put on by garage bands, public gardens, markets and underground skating rinks, little corner stores with murals spray painted on them, they go sewer pipe exploring and find old little archive nooks and tiny museums dedicated to a very specific thing. All while braving the subways, nearly get mugged at least once, see a giant rat fight a dog for a quarter of a bagel and win, get split up in the ground and nearly loose the youngest member, hearing gun fire in the distance, whitesesing nefarious activities that they pretend not to see, and getting lost a few times but hey, it’s all part of the experience. They get together and marathon tv series and eat snacks and cook monstrosity foods at 3 am. They have inside jokes that don’t make sense at all and you really had to be there to understand.

Their friends talk with them all the time over chats and calls, making sure to update them on how their pets or plants are doing while adding in little details about their day to day life. Their friends teach them all their individual traditions, cultures and holidays and they all celebrate them together. Their friends get them random little gifts that they treasure for as long as they live. When their friends find out the clones don’t have birthdays they designate random a day as their birthday and throw them a little party and bake/buy them the pastry of their choice and they hope that there all still here by next year so they can do it all again.

Their friends get to know the brothers that are closest to them, either gaining their approval, introducing them to their own siblings or befriend them as well, which of course sparks a small sibling rivalry between the clones (get your own friends vod, this bunch is taken). Sometimes troopers will take a fellow brother with them for safety and support when they go over to a new friends place for the first time. They comfort and mourn with them when their brothers don’t make it home. Their friends may one day end up mourning the loss of them, they hold a small funeral between themselves and commemorate them however they can. They keep a shelf dedicated to them in their home, they paint on ally way walls so the public won’t forget them, they create and destroy for that one person that influenced their lives so much. They miss the for forever and ever until one day when they meet again in the afterlife, until them they honor their memory by living life to the fullest, helping clones however they can, some are even inspired by them so much they join the gar or become rebels during the war of the empire. Or maybe their friends help them desert. They pull some strings and forge some documents and bada bing bada boom you live with us now.

But in any case the clones are ceaselessly amazed by their friends. They absolutely borrow the friend that wears the same size clothes as them and they never give that shit back, not that their friend minds. Their vexed by their one friends glasses and they never pass up an opportunity to put them on. They love crashing at the friends place who has a claw foot bath tub at their apartment and they dive right into that thing. Sometimes they forget that clones don’t know certain things like pop culture and colloquial languages, common sense in the kitchen, why people have to have a different towel to dry their hair and their body with it just don’t make sense Janice, what the difference between dish soap and dish washer soap is, what the hell is an appetizer?, gauging how much food will feed 7 people because they make the bare minimum or way too much, the purpose of a salad fork??? no one understands that one except for culinary major friend. Once they were helping one of their friends watch their kid family member and at the moment no one was looking the kid put stickers and marker all over the chest piece of their armor and the friend is freaking out but the clone is like no no, I love it, and tweaked it a little with some armor paint to make it more battlefield appropriate. Just the clones having friends man, it’s the part of their lives that sometimes makes fighting in the war make sense. They’ve got people and places they can go to get away from it all.

Cloud of Faeries

Artist: Iris Compiet TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link

Title:Iris the Gallant/Mode Series #001

That iris flower, blooming beautifully, Has a commanding air.

アイリス

凛とした姿勢。 誇り。

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Soo...I wanted to see my OCs in tcw style, so I edited and this came out.

First picture is Ovaa-Bi Bia, jedi knight and General of 721th. She's 17 years old, poor girl.

Second picture is commander Iris. He is my first clone OC, he has internal both sided heterochromia and he was tested on before Se decided that he's actualy too good "working" to keep him in lab. He serves under Bia.

Third one is captain Jade. He's a completely regular clone. He also serves under Bia.

Fourth one is Herbs, the medic of 721th. Part of his eyebrows and one strand of hair is white-ish (like Crosshair's), other strands are dyied.

Last but not least is Guard. He was originaly from a support battalion, but after a severe injury (explosion related, btw he got his name there) Ova found him and fought for him. She transfered him and his 2 remaining batchmates into her battalion.

i did not know they would make me do classical conditioning on myself in this university, but they did?? okay!! anyways once i'm done with this mess i will finally be able to draw things again and write things again which i look forward to so much

commander mercy shepard



art by @naarisz THANK YOU THANK YOUUU

crime lord au

They’re listening to lights by journey

When he rounds the corner—this is the first time Thane’s seen the commander’s bare shoulders, he thinks idly to himself.

When he rounds the corner—this is the first time Thane’s seen the commander’s bare shoulders, he thinks idly to himself.

It’s the first time he’s seeing the human out of their armor, too.

Soft pants hang low from the sharp cut of their hips, and surprisingly, there are fuzzy socks pulled up over the hem. They’re wearing a something that could barely be called a shirt—with just a breath, the fabric slides to reveal glimpses of dappled golden skin, a dark nipple and a toned stomach

Against the soft orange glow of the omnitool, Shepard gleams like burnished gold.

Belatedly, Thane realizes he’s been staring and shifts his weight just a just little, grateful that humans have trouble looking past the dark sclera of drell.

“Sere Krios,” Shepard greets him, a question curling around their words.

They’re occupied, but willing to put it aside to talk to him, Thane can tell. He’s noticed how available Shepard makes themself for the crew, unusual for someone with such a large ship.

“The AI informed me of the training mats here,” Thane says.

They give him an easy nod, and their eyes darting from his to flicker over the fast-scrolling code.

“What are you working on?” Thane decides to ask.

“Cleaning out one of Donovan Hock’s offshore bank accounts,” they reply as they comfortably tap away at the screen. “Allocating funds… hm.” With the careless sweep, they banish one of the open windows before reestablishing eye contact with Thane, and giving him a mean smile. “Elsewhere.”

Hm. Unexpected.

“Can he not just trace the activity back to you?”

“Krios,” they say on a laugh. It is clear and sweet and smug. Thane finds himself leaning forward at the sound. It’s. Well, it’s enchanting.

“If he manages to notice money missing, let alone find what I’ve done, I’ve left a little message that will dump his files into the nearest precinct’s inbox. Can't do anything without hanging himself.”

Fascinating.

“There is no mention of criminal predilection in your Alliance file,” Thane says.

Their face creases charmingly—dimples, he thinks they’re called. “Legally, I wasn’t allowed to talk about it.”

Blusters in, flusters out (Patreon)