More Monday morning doodles!
The middle of a star destroyer hangar is, of course, a terrible place for a nap. But after fighting Palpatine the twins are (rightly) worn out. And if Vader moves, he’s going to wake them. So he’s pretty much stuck until someone comes to rescue him.
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Just a little Dadmight doodle. Toshinori is wearing reinforced armor pieces so he can train more with the kids.
Uncle Ben always told him to stay out of the Forest at night. Now he knew why.
Loosely based on a really wacky dream I had sometime last week. It seems to have been a bizarre reworking of The Force Awakens, but I really liked some elements of it lol
Nobody escaped the stormtrooper program. They drilled that into him over and over. It was one of his first clear memories, being shown what happened to “deserters”. Faulty troopers went to reconditioning. Deserters went to “decommissioning”. They’d learned that from Kamino, apparently.
Nobody escaped from the stormtrooper program. But that didn’t mean FN-2187 wasn’t determined to try.
Something was calling him, urging him to act. He didn’t know what it was – a memory? Instincts? – but somehow he knew that if he stayed in the bunkers for one more year, his life would be in danger. That was why, as soon as his platoon were declared to be fifteen years of age in a deadpan announcement of duties, FN-2187 volunteered to take part in a scouting mission to a mining world they were supposedly going to negotiate with.
Phasma praised his initiative. That had been happening more since his last marksmanship tests, he’d noticed. Somehow, he always knew when her eyes were on him. It was like being watched by a hungry Krayt dragon.
FN had never seen a Krayt dragon. He couldn’t remember where he’d heard of it. His bunkmates thought he was making it up until he’d showed them in data surveillance lessons. Maybe he’d learned about them in the time Before? When he was still with the man with kind eyes and the woman who laughed so warmly?
FN wished he could remember more of their faces than that.
Ah, some Jak and Daxter nostalgia. Wanted to try redesigning them a little.
So here’s Keira, looking less like she’s going to snap in half at the waist.
Slightly more animalistic Daxter slightly inspired by a red panda’s head shape
I’m a sucker for Jak and Damas’s dynamic and Damas Lives aus
A little Legend of Zelda idea this time
On the morning of the summer solstice, a boy is born in the Gerudo desert. They name him Ganondorf, because who else could he be? His mother worries about what precautions she will need to take, whether she can prevent another great disaster. The aunts scoff and say that it does no good to insist upon a child’s fate when they’ve only just been born. Raise him like any other child, they advise, and figure the rest out as you go.
The boy’s mother begins to study magic, in case she will need to counter wild childhood spells gone awry. That is what the very oldest grandmothers remember about the last Ganondorf. He had begun his interest in sorcery at a young age, and the witches raising him never did much to rein him in.
But the boy shows little interest in magic, or feats of strength. He’s always playing with the fairies at the Great Fairy’s well or riding his horse at all hours. He and his many sisters and cousins get into plenty of trouble for exploring dangerous places, or daring each other to see who can get closest to monsters, of course. But as his mother and aunts were all the same as children, the vai just shake their heads and laugh. Lara’s daughters were always bold mischief makers, so of course her grandchildren would be the same!
Ganondorf grows tall and strong, though never as tall as his sisters, to his teenaged chagrin. He longs to explore and see the world, maybe even other kingdoms! Gan spends much of his free time in the highlands, befriending Rito teenagers willing to tell him all about the world beyond the desert. On his eighteenth birthday, Gan leaves home with his family’s blessing and begins to ride across Hyrule, eager to learn and meet new people.
He inadvertently picks up a reputation as the sort of person you call if there’s something gigantic and monstrous bothering your people. Everyone jokes that “the red-headed hero” doesn’t have a sense of scale, since he tackles a hinox with the same enthusiasm as he would a trout.
Meanwhile. There was a boy born in Hyrule.
They name him Link when they see the crest on his hand. The boy is quick and strong and obsessed with magic. His parents are proud, and hasten to present him to a general in the Hylian army for training. After all, he’s destined to be the next Hero!
Link shows a great talent with the blade, but he doesn’t enjoy it. He looks at his peers, free to run and play without hours of sword drills, and he envies them. Why can’t he go and play, too? His parents think his interest in magic will be useless without the Master Sword, and scold him for practicing at home.
Link wonders if the princess is as lonely as he is.
He buries himself in history books, and the more he learns, the more resentful of the royal family he grows. He resents the land’s dependency on prophecies and destiny. He resents the adults around him for expecting – almost demanding – that he will save their kingdom from something tragic and traumatizing and possibly die young. It fills him with anger and sadness. Perfectly normal and reasonable reactions. Unfortunately he’s a child and doesn’t have the life experience to balance his anger and his power in a healthy way. Especially since everyone assumes he’s the Chosen Hero and shuts down each of his complaints and concerns with platitudes about duty and admonitions not to be “selfish”.
Link makes a decision when he turns twelve: he will take the princess and run away. Surely she feels the same way as he does, right? But first he needs a distraction to keep the knights busy. Unleashing monsters in the castle seems to work. And Link easily overpowers any attempts to stop him. He’s tired of playing by rules he wasn’t allowed to question.
And it goes off without a hitch.
You see, twelve year old Link, full of indignation and arcane knowledge, holds the Triforce of Power.
It is twenty-two year old Ganondorf, curious and reckless, who holds the Triforce of Courage.
Ganondorf catches up to Link and a furious Zelda on the border of Eldin. It’s pretty clear that Link didn’t put a lot of thought into what he would do after his elaborate escape, and those monsters don’t seem to be going away
The Chosen Hero of Hyrule is a college aged Gerudo trying to keep two super powered 12 year olds from devastating the land by accident. He’s as confused as they are.
The Autobots had been on edge for several days now, every time Mikaela visited the base.
By extension, of course, this meant Sam was also on edge.
Mikaela did not envy him for having trace remnants of the Allspark in his mind. Optimus had assured him that the fragment’s power was depleted, of course, but that didn’t stop Sam from repeatedly frying office equipment if he stood next to it for too long. And then there was the part where apparently Sam was still susceptible to the Cybertronian version of paranormal phenomena. Mikaela really didn’t envy him that.
“Hey kiddo.” Ironhide stood up to greet Mikaela after the guards waved her through the security gates. “How’s school?”
“Pretty good,” the girl answered, “Still haven’t decided on my major yet, but the advisors say that’s pretty normal for freshmen.”
Ironhide blinked, and gears in his head whirred. “I understood all of those words separately,” he said after a second, “Still working on context.” Then he brightened. “Ah! You are still deciding on your career-based course of study! The world wide web saves the day again. It’s a very useful invention.”
“Most of the time,” Mikaela laughed. “So what’s got Sam and Bee all worked up?”
She pointed to a looping track beyond the hangar, where she could just make out her ex boyfriend and his best friend, zipping around with a few of the Wreckers that had attached themselves to Epps. Whether or not Epps wanted them to. The boys didn’t usually use the Wreckers’ track unless they were antsy about something, or trying to avoid somebody in the base. Usually this was a government official, but occasionally they tried to hide from Ratchet that way.
(It never worked, of course. As a mechanic, Mikaela could tell when one of the Bots needed a check-up, and if Ratchet didn’t catch them, she would.)
Luke Skywalker and Nakari Kelen have a mission to the small resort world of Eos IV: a planet known for grass oceans and illegal podraces. They need to get close to the mayor’s daughter, a Rebel informant. The mayor himself, unfortunately, is a staunch Imperial loyalist. And there are other dangers besides the mayor.
“New racer? I don’t believe I’ve seen you here before.”
Luke turned and found himself looking up at the speaker. He was nearly as tall as a Wookiee! Between his cybernetic arms and a burn scar that stretched across one cheek to disappear under an oxygen mask, it was hard not to stare at the man.
“Ah! No, I’m afraid not,” Luke laughed sheepishly, “You need a pod and a sponsor to race, and unfortunately I have neither of those.”
“You sound as though you would race if you could,” the newcomer countered. Do you have any experience? Pod racing isn’t like swoop bikes, boy. Very fast, very dangerous.”
“Yes.” Luke nodded. “But there seem to be more rules about racer conduct here than on Tatooine. So, you know, less of a chance that one of your opponents will try to smash you against canyon walls.”
Everybody Lives au Tenko I did this afternoon as shading practice. Trying to decide if I like more dramatic colors for shadows or shading closer to the base color. Or if I even need to decide on one over the other at all 😅
Bonus:
Izuku is like, 3. And very determined to get that extra cookie. Good luck, Tenko.
Doom Vader, practice with drawing shadows
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