Announcing which clone kit I'm building:
CODY!
Cody has a lot of armor pieces that are unique to him (and other clones based off of his model), so in addition to the base clone body armor, I ordered specific parts. And they just came in!! I got in my second Big Brown Box containing all of my Cody-specific armor parts from Sanotized Creations, who does absolutely phenomenal work✨
The largest and most obvious piece in the box was Cody's bucket, but there are so many other parts too, including his shoulder pauldrons, jetpack, and many other pieces that couldn't fit in these particular photos. I'll be sharing closeups of them all in the upcoming days!
I debated a LOT on which clone to make, and tbh at first I was leaning more towards a grunt 212th boy (and calling him Wooley, probably lol). But then it was announced that the 2025 Star Wars Celebration's going to be held in Japan, and it's coincidentally the ROTS 20th Anniversary...so I was like fuck it, let's go straight for the Gold! Live action Cody it is!
(...and then I managed to get photo sessions with Ewan and DBB at NYCC this year, and ngl idk if I'll be able to finish him that fast but, wouldn't it be cool if...?)
This is a huge and daunting project, but I'm so excited to really get to work on my best boy. I will be slow, but I hope you'll enjoy my updates🧡
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Sims 4 CC: Echo and Fives Armor
A galaxy where the Domino twins aren't attached at the hip?
Not in this slightly kinder universe, where they're safely tucked away from the man in the big hat on the backwater planet of Definitely-Not-England.
Are they handling their single remaining sets of high performance bodygloves with the utmost care now that they can no longer return to Republic space without Tarkin who Fox really should have made sure to take care of as well, poking his nose around?
'That's a bit of a loaded question you're stuck on a primitive planet without a sprinkler system or service droids.'
Have they been bracing for the inevitability of a future full of knitted body stockings by harvesting as much wool from llamas and tiny sheep as they can, while practicing knitting smart little sweaters and caps for any animal willing to wear them?
'Well, it doesn't exactly hurt that they're all small and wooly.'
Have the Coruscant Guard manifested as miniature sheep in this universe and still expect to be addressed as Sir? Maybe.
But unless you're Fox, it's a small price to pay for keeping Torrent Company and Rex's heart in one piece.
Fill your boots with the serotonin canon will never provide and grab your ARC trooper armor today!
Echo and Fives Armor - DOWNLOAD
Basegame compatible, Batuu enabled
New meshes
Normal map for armor
Hand-painted texture
Easy to find custom thumbnails
All LODs
Final public version will have ARC Trooper backpacks and holsters with DC-17s blasters
Public on October 8.23 at 4:00PM EST
You can follow the tag squid's cc for updates and get my other armor and Star Wars custom content here :)
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I'll tell you a secret. Everyone uses references whether they realize it or not. How would you know how to draw an elephant if you've never seen one? You're referencing the image you have in your head. Unfortunately, it's a crappy reference and will never be as good as having actual reference in front of you.
I see you. Right now your thinking of artists you've seen draw amazing without reference. Except you're wrong. They've drawn that hand pose 10,000 times. They have an extensive reference of experience and muscle memory in their head. You don't see the reference, but it's there, in the hundreds of hours and 1000s of references they used in the past.
Anyways, here's a 360 reference I find helpful when drawing clone helmets.
Credit to https://sketchfab.com/reizer
They have models of a lot of the clones.
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A Shattered Peace: October 2022 Prompts
5 - Clone
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Rating: Teen
Word Count: 937
Author's Note: Part of a series of shorts inspired by random SW October prompt lists, all set in the same universe as my fic, A Shattered Peace (not necessary to read that first, but helpful).
Summary: Wolffe contemplates a clone's armor. Takes place sometime in 20BBY, very much in the future of A Shattered Peace.
Also available on AO3
One of the most important items to clones was their armor.
It protected them. Shielded them from the harsh elements of unforgiving planets.
It represented them. Reflected their lives and their loyalties. Showed the individual parts that made up the whole.
It was one of the only tangible things in their lives that they could truly call their own.
Well, mostly their own.
Wolffe stared at his phase one chest plate, ran his fingers over the ridges, over the cuts and scrapes war had painted across it. He’d managed to hold onto this bit of his armor for quite a long time. Longer than most clones two years into the war, anyway.
His helmet had changed over time. One had been lost to the sea on Tibrin. Another blown to pieces with the Triumphant. He’d never really had trouble replacing those.
But this chest plate . . .
He’d left it behind on Coruscant when they’d been sent on the mission that ended with the Malevolence. A stroke of luck, the cause of which he couldn’t even remember. But it had given him something to hold onto after he’d lost so much.
And now the GAR wanted it back. Wanted to take the only thing Wolffe had ever had any claim to and replace it with something new that he didn’t trust.
His hands tightened around the chest plate, the plastoid shaking and creaking under his strength but not breaking. Never breaking. Like clones, phase one armor was made of stronger stuff.
Sighing, Wolffe released his stranglehold slightly and looked over at the kit Sinker had dropped off hours ago. He’d left a bag that Wolffe was supposed to fill with his old armor and take to the hangar bay by the end of the rotation. A droid would gather all the bags, pack them on a ship, send them off to be refurbished into something new. The Republic was not in the habit of wasting war material. Not armor. Not clones.
Sometimes, even, clones were refurbished, too.
Wolffe closed his eyes against the thought and set his chest plate gently down on his bunk. He let his hands hover over it for a moment, let his mind take stock one last time of all the memories held in the banged up whiteness.
A flash of pride as he clipped it to his chest for the very first time.
A rush of thankfulness when it held up against blaster fire on Geonosis.
An ache of desire as fingers that weren’t his undid the clasps with a gentleness he was taught to never expect.
Nothing but mere moments across two years. Nothing at all, in the grand scheme of things. But they were moments that added up to everything that made Wolffe who he was.
The chest plate didn’t contain Wolffe’s life, but it was a part of it. And he couldn’t help but wonder: if he could be made to give this small thing up, what else might he be made to do in the future?
What else might he be forced to let go of?
As the moment passed, Wolffe brought his hands away from the chest place, moved them up and down his body as he undid the rest of his armor and placed it in the bag. It was a methodical process, something he did every day. But this time, instead of feeling the release of weight from his muscles with every piece he removed, he somehow felt heavier.
And heavier still when he put on the phase two armor — the pieces so similar yet entirely different to those that now sat in a pile in the bag, waiting to be shipped off across the galaxy.
The new pieces felt wrong. Felt uncomfortable and tight and much too shiny. The edges dug into his flesh through his body suit, he could barely see out of the smaller visor. What was the Republic playing at? Surely this wasn’t better than what they’d had before.
Wolffe took off the new helmet and clipped it to his belt — no point in wearing it any longer than he had to. He picked up the bag and made for the door of his quarters, turning back only when a flash of reflected light caught his eye.
The chest plate was still on his bunk.
Before he knew what he was doing, Wolffe found himself standing over his bunk, the piece of armor in his hands once again, bag tossed back onto the ground.
He cast his eyes around the room. This was his private quarters. No one came in here except with his permission, even when he was away from Coruscant.
His gaze landed on the bag of his old armor. A bag that would be one of many tossed into a machine that wouldn’t keep track of how many pieces per clone were thrown into its pits. What was one chest plate, in an army of millions?
For the first time that day, Wolffe felt his chest lighten.
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Ten minutes later, he placed the bag among hundreds of its kind in the hangar bay. And, when the loading droid asked in its monotonous droll if he was sure he’d packed everything, Wolffe couldn’t keep the smirk off his face.
“Yeah, droid,” he said with a tilt of his head, thinking of the space under his bunk that now housed two items instead of just one, “I got everything.”
The droid waved him off, and as he walked away, Wolffe let his smirk turn into a smile. The GAR could order whatever they wanted.
Clones would always be made of stronger stuff.
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Behold: Baby's first Clone Armor kit!
Yesterday was my Big Brown Box day, aka the exciting day when I got my big box of armor from Imperial Surplus!
This is only the first step of many towards completing my very first kit, but after so many months of quietly doing research and planning, I'm so excited to finally get my hands on some parts! I'm getting some additional parts from a different seller, but I'll be ready to start for real soon.
Here's my unboxing video!
Also, while of course my main reason for getting real life clone armor is so that I can hopefully wear it myself and cosplay, there's definitely other benefits too, from the POV of a clones artist & writer! For example, now I know that the base body armor of a standard trooper all laid out fills my enormous hammock😅I'm sure I'll have other fun and useful discoveries as I put it all together!
Any guesses for which boy this armor is for?✨
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