Hey, so I heard Tumblr likes goblins. So I present to you the Inter-Dimensional Goblin.
They can manipulate atoms and change the environment around them to literally whatever they want, so they could be ANYTHING. A rock. A bird. The chair you’re sitting in. Who knows! And what do they do with these godlike powers? Steal shinies and do Sick Pranks. Also making pocket dimensions to hoard the Shinies.
Remember our shop closes on April 25th and the proceeds from this zine will go to funding its production and our chosen charity, The Navajo Water Project. ⏳
[Alt ID: Fanart preview for Deny’s piece for the Zutara wedding zine. Shot of Zuko and Katara holding hands at a 19th Century wedding inspired by the movie Emma. You can find Deny at @dumbassdeny on tumblr, sothisisdennys on twitter and dumbassdeny on Instagram.]
Did everyone in the Zutara fandom enjoy season two of Bridgerton?
Then you’ll love this Regency-era inspired fanart by @dumbassdeny!
Note from Mod Joy - this fanart was actually inspired by the movie Emma, but for marketing reasons @dumbassdeny has allowed me to reference Bridgerton because she’s cool.
Sakajin was once a young woman who found herself as the apprentice of General Grievous and the inheritor of her mother’s enigmatic legacy. After the events of the Clone Wars, all she wants is to have a simple life with the family she had made.
It may be a bit of a strange family—herself, a clone named Scorch, and her ex-mentor Grievous (who goes by Qymaen once more)—but at least they care about one another.
…
“I heard you cursing earlier about something outside, Qymaen,” Sakajin didn’t even need to turn her head away from the sink upon recognizing the sound. The man’s heavy, metallic footsteps gave him away with ease. “Did one of you break the water collector?”
When he didn’t give her an answer for a few silent moments, the woman finally turned her gaze around to peer at him, amusement and curiosity gently tugging at her expression.
To almost anyone else, the cyborg towering in the doorway would have had a different name, one that had carried years of pain and suffering that he had only recently been able to heal from. His birth name, once shunned and now reclaimed, always settles in the air with a warm sort of devotion—despite being several years since the end of the Clone Wars, he’s still not quite used to hearing it again. Less so in using it himself.
“Nothing is broken,” he says after a moment, as if having to collect himself before speaking. His form straightens, and for a moment Sakajin thought he seemed to be leaning ever so slightly to one side. “And no, there isn’t anything wrong either, I simply wanted to check on how you-“
“Don’t believe whatever he’s saying in there!” interrupted a third voice, from outside of the open doorway, though it didn’t take more than a breath for the owner to step inside and wipe off some sweat gathered at his brow. “Our ol’ general here might be too proud to mention it, but I think he’s got a part malfunctioning in his hip. Been complainin’ about it all morning.”
The second man is a human. His features are rugged, an old scar stretching across one side of his face where he’d been burned several years before—despite the injury, scarcely a single person could say his face wasn’t at least somewhat familiar, being just one of a million or more clone soldiers who had fought in that namesake war. But, to the two other people standing in the house with him, he was his own person. Stupidly light-hearted, frustratingly stubborn. No more, and certainly no less.
Sakajin stared at both of the men for a few seconds before letting out a sigh.
“You know I can probably fix that, right?” she asks the cyborg, who decides to turn his sharp gaze towards the man beside him and growls, though the sound is scarcely venomous.
“I’m fairly certain I mentioned before that she did not need to know, Scorch.”
“Yeah, well that was before you kept griping about it,” the clone retorts, stepping away from the doorway and towards the kitchen to grab a towel and start wiping off his hands—both he and Qymaen had been making repairs to several tools around the house. “Maybe, if you didn’t sound like an old man with joint issues, then I wouldn’t have to make jokes about it.”
I want all of you to perceive this absolutely wonderful ref sheet that @creamsiclesquid did for my Star Wars OC, Sakajin!
Considering that the last reference sheet was super simplified (and old), and that Sakajin is also partially of an original species (Tarael) I think Squid did an absolutely fantastic job at translating what I had in mind for her
For comparison, below is what she had as a ref sheet previously:
Every time I imbibe in the ol weed Sam and Max just show up in my dreams? This time they almost destroyed the universe while I was trying to get a smoothie
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