My sister and I were browsing our old art binders and we unearthed this dorky, old comic that she drew back in the day. You know, before the cancellation of Star Wars: The Clone Wars. We loved that show and all it’s characters so much it was practically the forefront for all the art we drew; four years in a row. As we awaited new episodes, I’m pretty sure our pondering was how this comic idea came into existence.
Heh. My only thoughts now are; Dave Filoni is not nearly plump enough. :D
Now that the Pop Poke contest is over, here are some “concept art” and unused sketches from the planning process. I went with characters/creatures that I really like and that felt distinctly “me”. I figured I wouldn’t have to worry about other people picking the same characters, but someone did submit a Grievous line so that shows what I know lol.
And now, inexplicably, something that has basically nothing to do with dinosaurs. Although he has kinda chicken legs, which I think are cool.
Grievous has always been my favorite Star Wars character, at the very least because he has a killer design. I’m also a big fan of the Clone Wars in general (mostly just for the planets and lore, Episodes I & II are stinky) since they’re the ones I grew up with. No disrespect on any of the other movies, I just dig this asthmatic, four-arm-havin, cyborg skeleton.
And I draw him next to never so I thought I’d give him a crack for Inktober.
Fate doesn’t always lead you in a clear direction, much less on a road paved smooth and clear of challenge. Sometimes fate is a path of difficulty and turmoil; a collection of uncharted trails that travel somewhere dark and task us to the brink of what it means to be strong.
Sometimes we are even forced onto the path that others have carved, leaving us to to take on challenges and right old wrongs, if only to find our place in the universe.
This is the rocky, unkempt road of Sakajin Aditu Takio, a young woman twisted in the fate her mother left behind long after disappearing from her life. When Sakajin is taken in as a mechanic and later the unwilling apprentice of General Grievous, she finds herself learning the ugly consequences of war, the pain of loss, and the worth of protecting those she cares for.
Me: Now that I’m back into Star Wars, I can work on an old passion project fanfic of my OC and Grievous! Probably just needs some little beta updates here and there since its been a few years and-
Brain: You should entirely rewrite the story since you have a greater understanding of narrative development and the characterization of your OC Sakajin and her relationship with Grievous.
Me: I-
Brain: I have already found a complete Grievous timeline that someone made on youtube so you can outline the rewritten story to properly conform to the major story beats of current canon just enough but also to throw out the horrible writing that turned Grievious into a super flat villain with little motivation. This timeline video is in total about two hours long.
Me: Wait a minute here-
Brain: Oh, and you also want to redesign and update multiple elements to the original species you created for the Star Wars fandom because your art skills have also grown and you want other people to see how cool they originally were to you when you were like 15
Catch me holding my hand out going ‘pspspspspspsp’ to all the General Grievous enjoyers who follow me bc I am Ready at all times to talk about him, not to mention at least two fics to update/rewrite since it has been a couple years since I last touched them. Honestly it seems like whenever I get back into Star Wars, the clone wars era specifically, there’s always something new for me to explore
Happy May 4th to my Star Wars fans ❤️ I didn’t have time for a serious piece today but I’ve been meaning to redraw Grievous sitting in the council chair in the newest Lego game because, adorable-
Dooku @ Grievous: This poor idiot. Twisted beyond his original ideals into a hollow shell of the man he once was. He thinks he has agency, but he is nothing more than a pawn to be discarded. We’ll get more use out of his death than anything he did while alive.
Three very unprepared heroes are imprisoned while trying to revive a battalion of battle droids in hope of aiding the resistance against the Galactic Empire. To their surprise, two reliquies from the Clone Wars are being held in the very same prison. Too bad they won’t be able to tell a soul about this important discovery… or will they?
A little AU I came up last week. It’s been forever since I touched the universe of Star Wars! I’m not super updatet over the more recent installations of the franchising, but I don’t really need to to have fun, right?
Also I would like not to have my art reposted all over the web (it’s very easy with fanart), if you do must, put a link to the original work.
Now this one still makes me laugh because it was drawn as a response to someone calling him hot, and I was like “Okay but I headcanon Grievous to be this angry balding guy in his late 40s-early 50s later in life so-” and posted it, and then several more people called him hot
Star Wars side of tumblr please tell me if there is a discord for general grievous lovers, i think my wife is starting to plan my murder for how much I keep infodumping about him and my love for his lore
I 100% always went with the option that Grievous’ body has very good sensors all over that come pretty close to a living being’s, and one of the main reasons is that it means he’d absolutely feel the pain from the damage he sustains, but is able to push through it almost no matter how bad it is, and keep on fighting as long as his body allows him to, because that’s fucking badass
Depending on how his nervous system integrates with his cybernetics, I think that makes complete sense on multiple levels! Proprioception (being able to feel where your physical body is in relation to other things) is incredibly important for dexterity and hand-eye coordination, to say absolutely nothing if wielding FOUR LIGHTSABERS at once. Pain is just another form of feedback from the body to avoid acute and ongoing damage, and I don’t see how Grievous could function without it—not well, at least.
I could ALSO see him being given the ability to feel pain because that would be one helluva way for Count Dooku to keep some level of control over him and his aggression towards the Jedi. Given how his cybernetics were also inherently tied to experiments funded by the Intergalactic Banking Clan, it would behoove anyone to assume they made full use of Grievous’ brain and spinal cord in his cybernetics—what is his pain threshold? How can these signals be routed accurately to the brain? Can they be modified so that Grievous can still *feel* pain but not be debilitated or pass out if it’s too great? Can they be muted? Should they be?
I opt for no punches held for Grievous to those last questions, which means not only is he capable of feeling immense amounts of pain, he doesn’t have the same biological sense of adrenaline that would likely mute it—he’s probably got such a high pain tolerance since anger and pure willpower are all he’s got to combat it.
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.”
Apparently 2018 me thought it would be really cool to write a casual reader-insert fic where the reader was bonded to Kummar and Grievous before he was turned into a cyborg, and then he finds them again during the clone wars and it’s all very touching and stuff
but 2018 me did not consider that at some point in the future i would be intensely interested in conlanging (constructing languages, often for fictional use) and that I’d look at the ONE OFFHAND LINE OF ADLIB’D KALEESH and think to myself ‘hmmm, I should totally try to create a Kaleesh conlang since a canonical one doesn’t exist’.
Reblogging so the link doesn’t hide the post from the tags, but if anyone wants to read the fic–which apparently has aged quite well with my current writing ability!–you can find it here on AO3!
Also uhhhh here’s the section, I’m still quite happy with it
His hand cradled your cheek, thumb stroking carefully over a scar under your left eye.
“Shaal’iz migna, me’quilia,” Grievous whispered, so low and rough of a voice that it would have been hard to hear it as more than a growl if you weren’t standing so close in front of him, barely a few feet apart from one another.
They were words in a language you hadn’t heard in a long, long time.
Be calm, my flower.
What caught you off-guard the most from the whisper was not just the fact that it was in Kaleesh, but more so the specific phrasing it contained. Quilia was not simply the word for ‘flower’, but one specific type that was exceedingly rare. It bloomed only for a few weeks of the year, and often on steep cliffs that were nearly impossible to reach.
But… it was a flower you had grown to love on Kalee, mostly for its vibrant colors and sweet smell that often filled the spring air. More importantly, it also served as a nickname for you–one so intimate that only two people had ever used it.
Apparently 2018 me thought it would be really cool to write a casual reader-insert fic where the reader was bonded to Kummar and Grievous before he was turned into a cyborg, and then he finds them again during the clone wars and it’s all very touching and stuff
but 2018 me did not consider that at some point in the future i would be intensely interested in conlanging (constructing languages, often for fictional use) and that I’d look at the ONE OFFHAND LINE OF ADLIB’D KALEESH and think to myself ‘hmmm, I should totally try to create a Kaleesh conlang since a canonical one doesn’t exist’.
