I Finally Found The Time To Start A New WIP So Why Not Indulge In The Most Wholesome Couple. Codywan

Yeah I enjoyed this movie a normal amount *opens ao3*

Dance Break

I finally finished that wip of the 501st barracks from a week ago, and im pretty happy with it! 

I also went from the chaos of doing everything on one layer to that chaos of 17 layers of effects. 

!!!FREEZE Jedi.P.D.!!!

Remembered I have free will and started sketching hyper specific stuff that appeals solely to me

I was looking back on my old illustration of Fantasy Kilti-wan, and Cody and thought it would be fun to do Anakin, Ashoka, and rex in a fantasy setting. I think I'm going to do some ref sheets of everyone and maybe start workshopping more of a setting for all this.

Anakin's look was a mix of his clone wars armour and a mix of Italian armour, and Arabic wear (It doesn't really show since the robes already look very jedi like.) Ahsoka's was a mix of season 7 and Chihal'ta hazar armour which is a type of medieval armour from India ( It looked a lot more flexible with big plates, and that really felt like it both fit Ahsoka, and would be easier to mesh her season 7 look into.) Rex' look is pretty close to what I did with Cody, I might change up the helmate more since Cody's look was super built around the visor, and that's just not rex so ill figure that out.

Got a comment on my last cartoony clone post, asking to see more green purple and yellow clones so that there would be a full rainbow and here's the three I went with. Glitch, Gree and the commander from Jaro Tapals battalion. There's no cannon name for that commander that i can find, is there a fannon name for him? lemme know if there is and ill add that to the tags.

sometimes u just gotta be a lil silly edit: here he is tiny if you want to add him to your discord

Rex deserves a steaming cup of caf, they all deserve to be happy lil guys without any worries. no worries, just caffeine.

 I think I might do a series of caf clones since I had fun doin both this one and  my sketch of Wolffe.  

Boba is small and obnoxious, in a way only small tubies can be, squirming and thrashing around in his crib as he wails. He’s been told that Boba is denominated “a toddler”, by nat-born standards. CC-2224 is not impressed.

“What does the word ‘Boba’ mean,” he asks. The word has been bothering him for some time now.

Jango doesn’t raise his eyes from the datapad he’s frowning at, “It’s an old family name.”

CC-2224 considers this. Boba continues to wail at the injustices of the world. CC-2224 is sympathetic to that, at least.

And then the question pops in his head like an armed grenade.

“Can I have a name?” he asks.

Jango looks up at him, both eyebrows raised up to his hairline. There's a considering silencie, and then he says, like he's already regretting it, “You could.”

CC-2224 stares at him expectantly. Boba wails, mostly ignored.

Jango snorts and shakes his head, letting his attention fall back on his datapad, “You’ll have to come up with one on your own, kid. I’m shit at naming things,”

CC-2224 frowns, looking down at Boba, who’s finally beginning to realize no one paying much attention to his crying and he might need to adapt his strategies.He makes grabby fingers at CC-2224, who watches impassively.

Making an impulsive decision, he reaches into the crib and pulls the baby out, holding him at eye level like a hide up for inspection.

“I like the word kote,” CC-2224 says.

“Very modest,” Jango snorts, but he sounds approving. Newly christened Kote thinks he wasn’t looking for approval, but its nice getting it anyway.

Boba sneezes on his face, and the universe shifts.

Kote's never seen the sun, but someday he'll understand this moment feels like sunrise.