Works That Worth Posting Again (since Im Not Shadow Banned Now (finally!!) I'll Probably Post Some Pics

I really banged this one out in one sitting. I sat down and began this illustration  in the morning, and now its night time. The results are worth the wrist pain. 

I've never drawn a 79s scene before and I honestly think I've gotta draw more battalions chilling bc this was so much fun, and gave an excuse to play with different filters and layer tricks. I'm just happy to draw happy clones, circle of happiness. 

edit: I now realize that the boys look a little paler than intended so ill probably come back and fix that next time I get some free time. consider this a WIP now :)

i am sending you my energy codywan sleep bingo participants

back on my bullshit!!!

LOOK HOW FUCKING COOL THIS IS

the bad batch see echo as this more-experienced, grumpy yet loving motherly figure who always checks on them, whether it’s making sure tech gets some sleep to giving hunter/crosshair glasses so they don’t get overstimulated to treating wreckers scar to putting omega to bed. he is the responsible one.

when they mention this to rex, he stares at echo in horror. because that boy is a demon. the same boy who snuck out drinking with fives, who once broke his knuckle punching a droid, who used to jump cody/rex/anakin from behind doors and try to tackle them.

no one belives rex when he says this.

echo is hiding behind a nearby door, listening in and preparing to jump rex.

💅🏽👁👄👁💅🏽

This is what happens when you leave Ahsoka in charge of the 501st.

⚠️REXS*KA SHIPPERS DNI, THIS ISN'T SHIPPING FANART, JUST WHOLESOME SIBLINGS⚠️

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.

pot, kettle.

holds them gently

do me a solid and just reblog this saying what time it is where you are and what you’re thinking about in the tags.