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Clone trooper tutorial: From basic shape to simple lines armor. For beginner/intermediate (no helmet)

Noct: Hello folks! I've notice that a lot of people feel like drawing clone armor is a bit intimidating and I get ya. There is a lots lot of lines, shapes are bulky and there is plenty details. Here a tutorial, step by step to help you understand the logics behind and make is less overwelming. I also include basic shape construction because not everyone are familiar with that process. Once you can draw the basic shape, it help a lot to simplify how to make the character move and create dynamic poses. The descriptions in the tutorial will help to get your landmarks so you can play with it.

I tried to make it simple with casual strokes to show you it can be achieve without spending 3 hours on each step.

You can do it!

Feel free to ask question or comment so it can be improved!

Nocturius Close-up with comments in the alt text👇👇

(tagging @mereelskirata and @mamuzzy-art because they were curious about it)

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There goes Captain Claw Sparrow!

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So You Want To Make a Character..

I’ve got a few generators you can use.

Need some clothes?

Try Here Here or Here Definitely here Steam punk clothing Char Style preference Dress

Need an Appearance idea?

Humanoid generator? check Non-Humanoid? Got that too and this and maybe this Need Monsterpeople?  I’ve got you. Maybe you need Cats?

Need some details and shit like that?

Bam Backgrounds and stuff? yep Personality. you need that shit Need something fandom related? World-building? location? got ya City generator hell yeah make your own god damn laws Oh shit someone died Landscape. CHAR DEVELOP QUESTION GEN Profile Thingy Have some dates Quirks

You thought I was done? Nope. Motha. Fuckin. Names.

So many fuckin names MOTHERLOAD OF NAMES

Plant Names Magic Book title

Just search ur ass up some names man

Items. Yeah. You heard me.

Medicine? got it Items out the ass more items wow

Other shit.

Wow Yep Plots More writing stuff This site has everything so fucking go for it Need AUs? How the shit did these two meet? Fanfic plots. you bet your ass. (tag me in the shit u write i wanna see what you get) What does it do thing (you come up with a better name for this one. fuckin fight me.

You bet your ass I will continue to update this. If you’ve got something I should add to this hmu. Now, go forth! Make characters and live yo life. UPDATE: Added more shit everywhere.

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for all the artists out there, here are my favorite resources i use to learn!

Files

The Complete Famous Artist Course

Art Books and Resources

Art, Anatomy, and Color Books

PDF Files of Art Books

Morpho and Other Art Books

Mega Folder

Internet Archive

YouTube

My YouTube Playlist of Tutorials

How to Draw Facial Features

Drawing and Art Advice

Drawing Lessons

Art Fundamentals

Anatomy of the Human Body

2D Animation

Perspective Drawing

Websites

Pinterest Board for Poses

Another Pinterest Board for Poses

Pinterest Boards for References

Reference Angle

AdorkaStock

Figurosity

Line of Action

Human Anatomy

Posemaniacs

Animal Photo References

Humanae - Angélica Dass

Fine Art - Jimmy Nelson

The Met Collection

Character Design References

CDR's Twitter Account

iamagco's Twitter Account

taco1704's Twitter Account

takuya_kakikata's Twitter Account

EtheringtonBro's Twitter Account

Drawabox

Color Wheel

Color Palette Cinema

Free Images and Pictures

Free Stock Photos

FILMGRAB

Screen Musings

William Nguyen Light Reference Tool

SketchFab - 3D Skeleton Model

Animation References - sakugabooru

Animation Screen Caps

Animation References - Bodies in Motion

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very accurate.

Y'all portray Omega as the sweetest little perfect angel

Y'all ain't ready for when she goes crackhead mode

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Hemlock: *evil monologuing* and I will- OW MY FUCKING KNEES!

Omega: GET CROWBARRED BITCH! Thanks for the crowbar, Emerie.

Hemlock: DR. KARR, WHAT THE FUCK?!

Emerie: I don't know, I'm bored.

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Omega, to Rampart: And if you EVER come in here again, with a GOD DAMN opinion, I will shove it so far up your ass, you'll never see the light of day again!

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Omega: Open the door, or I'm gonna... throw rocks through your window, you dumb who-

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Omega: I just found out that humans are capable of fitting a light bulb into their mouth with ease but can’t take it out without shattering it. I now have to be physically restrained from putting a light bulb in my mouth.

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Omega: My expectations were low but holy fuck.

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Omega: I’m gonna mix a can of Red Bull with seventeen shots of espresso in a fishbowl and then chug it while Kids by MGMT plays in the background so I can perceive twenty-three spatial dimensions and fight my own soul.

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Omega: “Struggle with depression” would seem to imply that I am bad at being depressed when I am, in fact, very proficient at being depressed.

Hunter: Omega, do you need therapy?

Omega: Yes.

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Omega: When I get murdered, can you make sure I become an unsolved case?

Crosshair: wHat?

Omega: I want to be on Buzzfeed Unsolved.

Crosshair: Can we go back to the part when you said "when I get murdered"?

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The Sole Survivor

Day 2 of 212th Appreciation Week

today's prompt is 'Adoption/Accidental Acquisition'

this one was an absolute no brainer for me, it had to involve Cody he is such a father figure to my OC (in my head he adopted her the day he saw her ratty ass he just didn't know it) and no one can convince me he isn't buir material.

description: sent to search out any survivors following the fall of Syrac Base, Commander Cody finds a tragedy in its wake.

length: 3k

warnings: mentions of gunshots, wounds, blood etc

“This is it.” Cody determined, switching off the scan and tucking the holodevice in a pouch at his belt, returning both hands to his blaster carbine.  “The fire never spread as far as command but scans are showing heat signatures.”

“Well then…” General Kenobi gestured for them to back up in the little room the tunnel allowed, the shuffle of boots kicking up tiny whisps of dust.

Cody ensured a line of troopers kept to the General’s back, blasters ready, as the Jedi extended his hands towards the blockage.  The arch of the tunnel had collapsed around the blast doors, blocking the control panel, and whilst the gunships worked to put out the worst parts of the fire and dislodge larger chunks of crumbled rock so they could salvage what little remained, they couldn’t fit the heavier machinery down the spiralling tunnels of the central base. 

The rocks shifted, a crumble of dust spilling from above, as General Kenobi concentrated.  Initial scans showed no life signs from above.  The base lay in complete ruin, fire ravaging what little remained, distorting any thermal scans they conducted, but the trooper they rescued insisted there’d be someone left alive.  Something in his voice convinced the General even when Cody began to doubt and he’d spent hours clearing through tunnel after tunnel, his exhaustion showing in tired lines on his bearded face, dark shadows popping out beneath his eyes and Cody knew if he pushed any harder he’d expend what little energy he had left.  If he didn’t stop soon, Cody would start to insist.  No one could survive this.

Chunks of rock scraped across the rugged, scorched ground as the General cleared the blast doors, the metal screeching and puffing a cloud of dust that distorted his vision, his visor applicator working double time to clear the scene ahead but it lay so thick in the air it did little good. 

Blasters clicked as his troopers advanced cautiously, approaching the darkness inside as if it were a rabid animal, a scattering of blinking lights twitching like beady eyes watching and Cody heard another pillar of dust pour from somewhere inside to scatter across the rocky ground but otherwise not a single sound could be heard.

Except… Cody frowned beneath his helmet, trying to listen harder, and picked out the shaky hitch of heavy breathing.  The pulse of a weak heartbeat picked up on his HUD. With a wave of his hand, Kenobi cleared the lingering dust and one by one flashlights switched on, illuminating the shadows within.

A single form stood out in the cascading light, torches focusing on the figure, hands tightening around blasters as they flashed across a pointed weapon.  “Wait.” General Kenobi whispered, grasping the nose of Cody’s blaster as he stepped past and the troopers stilled, his auburn head, covered in dust, nodded to the figure.  “Look closer.”

Cody did.  His gaze trailed up, picking out the discoloured boots, the frayed armour, the blaster pistol locked in their tight grip and the savage curl of their lip. 

No.  He sucked in a breath as he saw it and Kenobi released his weapon, the blaster falling to his side.  Not discoloured, just dusty.  The armour up their legs, Cody wore the exact same kind, but they were scratched, stained, barely recognizable in the din, the breastplate, the arm plating both gone.

“Lower your weapons.” Cody murmured and the troopers obliged, stepping back as Cody stepped forward. 

The strange clone tensed as he did, the single DC-17 in their hand shaking, trained on him, chest rising and falling in rapid shakes. 

“Easy, soldier.” Cody calmed, bending to settle his own blaster on the ground and lifted the helmet from his head, the dust immediately catching in his nose, the thick air pressing in on him but he left it beside the blaster, straightening.

He stayed put, subtly gesturing with one hand and his troopers tentatively backed up until they were back in the tunnel, even the General retreated, lingering only in the doorway, watching intently for sudden movements that might threaten his Commander.

“What’s your designation?” Cody asked, his voice low and steady, tilting his body minutely to get a better look at their features behind the blaster. 

Cody refrained from sucking in another breath.  Not a regular clone.  He gave her another look, keeping his features open, easy, as he scrutinized her.  No upper armour, her blacks shredded around the shoulders, her sides, revealing scrapes and bruises decorating tanned skin and a long line of red trickled down the side of her head from a deep gash that needed treating soon, her curled lip swollen, broken and she had a nasty black eye on top of it all, a tumble of knotted black hair half covering a scattering of scrapes on her cheek.

Another clone lay beneath her, her feet planted solidly over him, and Cody thought he might need help, his lips parting to offer it until his gaze found the clones unseeing eyes, the hole in his chest, and quickly shut them.  What the kriff had she gone through not to recognize her own men? For someone to survive carnage like this…

“My name is Cody, Commander of the 212th.” He gestured behind towards the Jedi and she tensed again, a rakish sob escaping the snarl.  “This is General Obi-Wan Kenobi, we’re here to extract you and the survivors.”

“There are no survivors.” It’s the first words she’d spoken and they came out torn and rattled. Clenching around Cody's heart.

Cody risked a glance over his shoulder at the General, finding the same flash of darkness cross his gaze that threatened to tug down Cody’s brows and the survivor’s arms trembled.

“What happened here, trooper?” General Kenobi asked calmly.

No. Cody knew she wouldn’t answer questions like that in this state, her jaw clenching, and the tremble in her arms grew, spreading to her shoulders.  How long had she been standing here?

“Easy, trooper.” Cody reached out towards her with a gentle hand, easing forwards.  “The fight is over.” He assured her, “You did your duty.”

A single crease smoothed her features, the white of her knuckles grasping the blaster relaxing and Cody took another step closer, keeping his voice as soft as he could.  “Look at me, trooper, I’m a clone just like you.” He placed a hand on his breastplate, drawing her frightened hazel gaze to him and not the troopers, not the General.  Just him.  “I’m not going to hurt you, vod’ika.”

Her features released the snarl and she stared at him with such fear it resonated deep in his stomach, stirring a crest of pain in his own heart, and he carefully settled his fingers atop hers on the blaster. 

“I’ve got you now.” He promised, inching closer, nudging the blaster down slowly.  “Nothing’s going to happen to you.”

Her grip on the blaster loosened, Cody’s tightening, and he eased it from her fingers, placing tentative fingers on her tightly wound shoulders to distract her.  A pained, shaky breath slipped from her lips at the touch, draining whatever fight she had left in her and Cody saw the strength vanish from her gaze, the hazel brimming with pure, unadulterated fear now. 

Cody took the blaster and gestured with it to another trooper, feet shuffling in the dust to come and grab it whilst the Commander still clung to the trembling trooper. 

“That’s it.” Cody calmed and drew her from the body she stood over, keeping her concentration focused on him as the rest of his troopers slowly ventured into the command centre to retrieve what information they could. 

He trusted a brother to retrieve his helmet, his blaster, and instead focused on getting the trooper out of there and into a medic’s capable hands.  The General stuck close behind as they traversed the narrow tunnel, soon returning to the collapsed section and inching through one at a time, Cody in front to coax the survivor through and Kenobi behind with a gently raised hand.  She looked about ready to collapse, hair knotted at every angle, the blood spilling down the side of her face and sunken sockets distorting the nasty bruise around her eye, a paleness to her supposedly tanned skin.

“Cody.” Kenobi whispered almost imperceptibly as they came out the other side, his usually piercing gaze shadowed and nodding to the survivors back.

He stole a glance as his hands found her shoulders, easing her onwards again, and eyes widened when he spotted what the General saw. 

A dozen nasty, untended and angry red gashes littered her back, tearing up her blacks, some of them older, some oozing a trickle of blood down the tanned skin, and parts of her shirt looked darker than others in the bright floodlights.

“You actually found one?” The first medic he found gawked, mouth snapping shut when Cody hissed out a low shush, snapping the troopers name, the three of them appearing in the meagre staging area they scraped out in the rubble.

He settled the survivor atop a jagged chunk of rock as gently as he could, Chance’s steady hands helping, and he unhooked the pack from his shoulders, setting it beside him and flipped it open.  Then he saw her back

“She’s in bad shape.” Cody knelt beside her, the brash floodlights better illuminating the hundreds of scrapes covering her body and Cody nodded the medic to the gashes lining her back.

“I don’t dare touch those without a sterile environment.” Chance assessed, unable to keep the anger clouding his gaze.  “We need to get her aboard the Negotiator.”

“Do it.” Cody instructed, more forcefully than he intended, and straightened to help lift her to her feet.

“Commander.” A blunt voice stopped him, the survivor clutched between him and Chance, waiting as Cody twisted to find Boil standing rigidly.  “There’s something you should see.”

A single glance at her frightened gaze, the way her eyes followed him, told him to stay and Chance lingered, waiting for his decision.  “Gearshift!” Cody called out and a stiff trooper rushed to him, thankfully returning his helmet.  The trooper took over for him and they set her back on the rock.  “I won’t be long.”

“Yes, sir.” Gearshift responded, standing close by her side without needing to be asked.

Cody followed Boil through the little space they’d cleared in the base, forced to climb over a jagged chunk of rock embedded in the stairwell just to reach what should be the sprawling central courtyard.  Bits of machinery, shards of crushed speeder bikes and heavy artillery littered the ground, Cody spotted a blaster here and there and a worrying smell lingered in the thick air.  Cody settled his helmet back on, his filters blocking it out.  He’d been on Jabiim during the massacre, he knew what that smell meant, and his stomach dropped. 

The gunships hadn’t cleared much of the courtyard, but enough to know.  As they’d been working towards the command, towards the last heat signature worth exploring, his troopers had been down here pulling body after body from the wreck.  A line of them lay flat on the outskirts, dried blood staining misshapen cracks in their armour from being buried beneath the rubble, but they all carried one distinctive mark and Cody closed his eyes. 

A single blaster shot to the head.  Execution style. 

“Maker, what happened here?” Cody whispered under his breath, unconsciously counting the bodies they pulled out from the little space cleared and doing the math in his head, swallowing once he came to an answer and his jaw clenched.

“We found a Trandoshan amongst the rubble.” Boil reported and Cody followed his pointed finger to the limp reptile in a shadowed corner.

A Trandoshan? Cody frowned beneath the helmet, the addition only adding to the confusion in his mind.  “Tell the boys to find out what they can from the command centre.” Cody instructed, having left a squad of troopers up there.  “And Boil,” Cody grasped the trooper’s arm as he twisted.  “Make sure the data is transferred to my channels alone.”

Cody knew he’d find nothing good there, releasing Boil, and didn’t need the answers splayed across the holonet for all the GAR to see.  What they found already was bad enough. 

“I shall have to inform the Council we’ve lost Syrac.” General Kenobi said gravely, and Cody twisted, he hadn’t notice the General follow him down. Missing his brown robe.

“I thought the Separatists were routed from the system?” They couldn’t find a single trace of the droid army other than the occasional metal carcass.

“Whilst that is true, I would hardly call this a victory.” Kenobi’s gaze darkened, his usually piercing eyes hooded and fixed on the fallen.  “Tell the men to stop their search.”

Cody’s gut clenched, glancing back at the troopers, a pair of them pulling another body from the wreckage, the implication clear.  They’d find nothing more here.  He knew better than to argue with a Jedi’s instincts but he still wanted to, a needle of hope worming into his heart after finding her. 

“We have orders to reinforce General Skywalker on Christophsis.” General Kenobi added, sensing his Commanders hesitation.  “We cannot delay any longer.”

“Understood, sir.” Cody shifted his feet, standing rigidly to attention, and began relaying orders to the men through his comms. 

They returned to the staging area as the ships clearing the rubble safely discarded their pieces, pulling back, the equipment packed up, bathing the mystery in darkness once again, and a record made of the fallen brothers they did find, including the one in command.  Cody counted a secret tally in his mind for every trooper left unfound, buried beneath the rubble, consumed by the fire or worse.  An entire battalion’s worth wiped out and he stepped aboard a gunship with the sole survivor. 

One of the deadliest battlegrounds of the war so far came to an end after weeks of struggle and he didn’t even know how.  Just a lone survivor left to tell the story, if she even could. 

“Sir?” A light voice perked beside him as the blast doors locked shut, the gunship entering the upper atmosphere and rocked from the turbulence. 

“What is it, Waxer?”

“A female clone?”

His head tilted, regarding the clone through his helmet, studying the long stripe of orange painted down the centre, imagining the confusion crossing his square features underneath.

“I know.” Another question to add to his growing pile.

Cody glanced back at the trooper, her hazel eyes hollowing, Kenobi's dusty brown robe settled around her shoulders, and sympathy spiked in his chest.  He knew that look all too well, the thoughts that must be racing behind her eyes.

The gunship landed smoothly in the hangar and Cody guided the survivor down, her feet moving but his hand hovered around her, eyes watching just as carefully as Chance’s and the medic kept muttering to himself that she should be on a stretcher.

A shout echoed over to them across the hangar and another shiny came stumbling over on a crutch, his armour coated in the same dust as the survivors, and Cody recognized him.  The trooper they picked up on the ridge, the one who sent the transmission.  Ricochet?

“You’re alive.” He shook out his relief, dropping his crutch, the medic trailing after him muttering some apology about how he refused help until he knew his squad was safe.  “I saw the base go up, I saw it all, and I didn’t believe…” He grasped her shoulders, shaking her, and Cody wanted to gently push him away, worried she’d crumble under his grip.  “Where is everyone?”

Ricochet peered deep into her face, even as her head dipped down to the floor, chin almost to her chest to avoid looking at him and the confusion spilled into his open features. 

“Ninety-Four?” Ricochet pressed, his voice shaking now.  “Ninety-Four, where are they?” He shook her again, lightly, the reaction of a man who slowly began to realize, and it was only when he grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him that Cody stepped in.  “Where are they?!”

“That’s enough, trooper.” Cody insisted gently, with an edge of authority, and settled a hand on Ricochet’s arm.

“Not until she answers me.” Ricochet snapped but his hand dropped from her chin, taking her shoulder rougher than before.

“I think you know.” Cody tightened his grip on Ricochet. A silent warning.

The fragile control in Ricochet’s features snapped and his arms fell from Ninety-Four’s shoulders, his gaze darkening and his lip curled. 

“They’re all dead.” He glowered and Cody tensed at the rage in his voice.  “Our entire squad, they’re dead.” His fingers formed fists at his side.  “Because of you.”

Cody glowered at the accusation, about to let his authority as Commander outweigh the kindness in his voice when Gearshift stepped up, looming over Ricochet. His extra bulk outweighing the fact they were the same height.

“Jax was right about you.” Ricochet spat, undeterred by the silent threat growing in Gearshift’s gaze, the trickle of 212th who overheard wordlessly coming to stand behind her.  “You’re just a mistake, and you got them killed.”

“Watch your tone, brother.” Someone spat and Cody picked out the curving branches atop Cale’s helmet, his fists knotted at his side.

Only then did Ricochet spot them, the growing tide mounting behind Ninety-Four, and he shot her one last scathing look before storming off, wobbling on his injured leg and his medic retrieved the crutch, forcing it into his hands, making him walk with just the stick for support.

“Whatever happened down there is not your fault.” Cody told her quietly, assertively, stepping around to face her, watching the General retreat towards the bridge when he should be getting rest himself.  “I do not want you blaming yourself for this, that is an order, Ninety-Four.”

“Sennari.”

Cody’s gaze snapped to her, thinking he’d misheard, but Chance looked more shocked than he did, her voice spilling out strong and chillingly confident.  

“What was that, trooper?”

She repeated it again, somehow stronger, and a deathly familiar look haunted her hollow hazel eyes as she lifted them. 

“My name is Sennari.”

Sennari. Cody mulled over the word, sharing a look with Chance and the medic mouthed a frowning question. As in the poison? Cody took in the shaking clench of her dirty fist, the skin torn, nails hoarding dirt, and the feral look in her eye. He remembered the Trandoshan, his sickly greying skin. Exactly like the poison.

The Commander didn't even need to think twice. "Alright, Sennari." He clenched his hands behind his backs, her searching eyes finding his through his helmet, locking in his gaze.

"Welcome to the 212th Attack Battalion."

vod'ika = little sibling (in this context little brother) dividers by @saradika For @212thappreciation Week Day 2 Prompt: Adoption/Accidental Acquisition

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on topic of things that are plaguing my mind this evening is that dozen of completely normal looking office chairs, on wheels nonetheless, they brought out of nowhere and set up in the middle of a hangar in season 1 just for a 5 minute debrief

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GAR ALL PERSONNEL BROADCAST

Pairing: This is the most random mix possible. From RCs to my own OCs (fully developed ones you can meet in my fics) and new faces I made up on the spot.

Summary: Not my first time making clone group chats, but my first time posting one as a standalone! It’s exactly what it sounds like: millions of clones stuck in one galaxy-wide all-personnel group chat. GFFA data service and tech are apparently so powerful. You leave the chat for one minute and there’s already +6000 messages. Absolutely unmanageable. Mods are barely holding it together.

Mod list: Boss, Cody, Alpha-17, Bacara, Jesse (somehow he made it among officers), Gree, Sinker (somehow he made it too), Ordo, Fi

Warnings: nothing. Crack ahead. EVERYONE LIVES.

Taglist: @orangez3st - also because this crack came up in our chat 💀

GAR ALL PERSONNEL BROADCAST

📌 PINNED MESSAGE (edited 3 hours ago by Jesse):

Welcome to ALL PERSONNEL BROADCAST – this is the official GAR-wide channel.

Rules (because apparently we need them):

1. No thirst trap reviews.

2. Use threads. For the love of Prime.

3. Be kind. No inter-unit war. Mods will smite you.

4. If you see General Kenobi or General Skywalker join, act normal.

5. No one wants to hear your datapad mix at 0300

6. Any dream involving General Mundi is a YOU problem.

7. DO NOT EVER add civvies, Jedi, or your Mandalorian buire (looking at you, Skirata’s sons).

8. Please remember: Alpha-17 is reading AND modding.

9. Emotional breakdowns permitted on Primeday only.

10. The “clones tier list” thread is banned. Forever.

(This week’s special rule: If you see Marshal Commander Cody typing, stop what you’re doing and reflect on your sins.)

Current mod on duty: Ordo Skirata

Most recent muted user: Dickies from the 41st Elite Corps (for sending an unsolicited Niamos karaoke as a bit).

Server uptime: 99.7% (dropped after Marshal Commander Fox rage-quit and rebooted the network)

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CT-339821: i texted her “what if we kissed in the AT-TE maintenance hangar 🥺👉👈”

CT-898421: real ones know there’s no better first date than taking apart a blaster

Ridge: y’all got dates??? 😐

Hardcase: i got RIZZ

Echo: please stop using that word.

Jesse (mod): no he’s right tho. hardcase got this weird situational rizz. 3 seconds max and then he self-destructs

Kix: idk what’s worse, the medbay smell or watching y’all exchange your pickup lines in this chat like it’s 79’s fresher line at midnight

Sinker (mod): just woke up to 6,902 unread messages what the actual kriff is going on here

Scorch: *sends tooka memes*

Cody (mod): STOP SPAMMING. THIS IS NOT FOR MEMES.

Boil: but sir we had an important discussion about if clones could beat a rancor with bare hands (probably buried. scroll up for context!)

Boss (mod): No. You could not.

Fi (mod): I could

Niner: Omega fucking wins again

Ordo (mod): No you couldn’t, Fi. You whined when you stubbed your toe on Dar’s gear bag.

Alpha-17 (mod): If i see one more picture of some shiny’s helmet next to a mug of caf and a datapad with the caption “just Centaxday tings” I’m purging this entire network

Parts: sir u just don’t understand ✨aesthetic✨

Gree (mod): boys, boys. please. some of us are trying to maintain a reputation here.

Bly: Reputation as what gree. The funky lil trooper figurines collector???

Wolffe: YOU PROMISED YOU’D STOP MENTIONING THE FIGURINES

CT-8364: With all due respect, sir. That’s such an L

Wolffe: Trip, right? Latrine duty. Now.

Bacara (mod): What’s an L?

Jesse (mod): ok ok back to business. shinies been saying some wild shit. translation thread starting now. drop your questions sirs

Boss (mod): What does “ate” mean? What did Rex eat on Umbara?

Rex: rations and sterile milk

Fives: shut the fuck up rex you can’t be that dense

Dogma: Wow, ARC title allows you to talk osik to your superior?

Jesse (mod): shut up dog

Echo: shut up dogma

Fives: SHUT UP, DOGMA!

Nax: Thanks, guys, he’s sulking again and stole the console. It was supposed to be my turn to play Battle Star.

Hardcase: i WILL beat him and he will SULK even more

Sinker (mod): “ate” -> Translation: He did well. Usage: “Captain Rex really ate during that campaign on Umbara 🔥”

Boss (mod): What’s the significance of eating and performing?

Fixer: @Scorch get him

Scorch: On my way! 🫵🏾🤣💥

Fi (mod): Okay i’m starting a new thread called “Fever Dreams” for funsies! Drop your weirdest dreams. go!

Comet: I dreamt I was a loaf of bread being sliced by General Plo. He was gentle.

CC-IMMUNE: dreamt i had to re-certify my shooting skills and the blaster was a frog. General Yoda had to tame it

Nate: Dreamt that Kit Fisto told me he was proud of me. I woke up sobbing

Jangotat: CT-92-1786, oh you’re the one who adopted my former name.

Bacara (mod): Not gonna happen, kid. @Nate

Advisor: Dear all, please avoid going to Mess Hall B98 at the Republic Military Base from 1300 to 1800 tomorrow. There will be a demolition experts meet up.

Cody (mod): Thank you, Addy.

Bacara (mod): Well noted.

Fox: Thanks. Please contact Thire for all base announcements.

Sev: what did i miss i was asleep

Jesse (mod): dreams. drop yours and be weird about it.

Sev: i dreamt i was in a hot spring on hoth with the Delta Squad. but the water was beer. Fixer had eggs for eyes. Scorch was a sentient kettle. Boss was Boss.

Fi (mod): EXACTLY the kind of sick shit I wanted

Ordo (mod): I always pick the wrong time modding

CT-78927: one time i dreamt we were all assigned emotions like that animated holofilm. i got “mild disappointment”, CT-78928 got “suppressed anger”

Bacara (mod): @Keeli aren’t those your kids?

Keeli: Yeah. The weird ones are mine, sir.

Hound: I had a dream where I adopted at least 60 massiffs

Wrecker: I DREAMT I WAS DATING A THERMAL DETONATOR and SHE WAS SHY BUT SWEET 🫵🏾 WHEN SHE BLEW UP, SHE SAID “I’M SORRY IT HAD TO BE THIS WAY” AND KISSED ME. BOOM! DREAM!

Crosshair: I’m banning you from sleeping in the armoury

Parts: dreamt i was in 79’s, but the band was made of Jedi. Obi-Wan on drums. Anakin on bass. Kit on guitar. Plo on keys. Mace crowd surfed. i got kicked in the face and thanked him 🫡

Thorn: i dreamt i was chasing paperwork and every time i got close it changed into a new form. i woke up and it was real

Fox: We shared the same dream, vod.

Gree (mod): last night i dreamt i was a lamp in the Jedi Council chamber.

Boss (mod): All of you need psychological help

Jesse (mod): Boss pls drop ur weird dream or we’re revoking ur mod card

Boss (mod): I dreamt I got demoted and had to lead base tours for civilians in @Part’s drag sash. Walon Vau hugged me, and I woke up sweating.

Ordo (mod): weirdest part is Vau showing affection

Fi (mod): ok that concludes Fever Dreams. you lot are unwell. i’m proud of us.

Alpha-17 (mod): Everyone logging into this thread is being scheduled for mandatory psych eval. Even me. Especially me.

Tup: okay but hear me out, what does it mean if i dreamt the clones were all in a musical called Buirmia! and Captain Rex had a solo called “Order 69” whilst Commander Fox tap danced in a turbolift in 1313 and Commander Cody did a duet with General Kenobi

Echo: it means we all need to go to sleep and never wake up

Omega: This looks fun! What are you guys talking about? 🤭

Echo: CLOSE YOUR EYES

Echo: WHO GAVE THE KID ACCESS?!

Hunter, Tech, Crosshair, and Wrecker left

Sister: This is why I told you it was a bad idea to join this broadcast @Emerie

Emerie left

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she found a bug

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May the force be with you, Omega🙏❤️

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Still on my transformers kick so I drew my boy commander Ghost as a transformer bc why not.

W/ and w/o mask/visor. Also Regular ghost is there for comparison.

I'm not sure the name Ghostblight is gonna stick but it's just kinda a placeholder for now until I figure out something.

He's an arc-170 starfighter because I think they look cool and i thought it fit him :3

And just for anyone having difficulty telling what parts are meant to be what, i drew this! (The wings are meant to kinda resemble his hair but I might change it a bit. Because it looks weird with the wings coming from his head..)

References under the cut

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Mad Max AU Part 2

Mad Max AU part 1

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sister and omega chatting

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Omega Flower Crown

I haven't posted in a bit oops- Been doing some weekly art challenges w my buds! This week's theme was flower crown, and my character was Oh-mii-gah. Since midsummer is coming up, I decided to honour the tradition <3

I'm v happy how it turned out 🌸💗

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sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four

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Every named Clone Trooper in Star Wars: The Clone Wars

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They're onto something... and I believe they've completely lost it.

This is a bit rushed and I was gonna post it without color but my brain put me to work. Someone replace my hands with cybernetic ones please LMAO