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reyturnofbensolo · 6 months
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Mando, but make it Reylo❣️😉
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gebo4482 · 1 year
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The Mandalorian by Ryan Church / Seth Engstrom
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visdevart · 3 months
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Visual development for The Road to El Dorado by Seth Engstrom
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Star Wars: The Last Jedi concept art by Seth Engstrom
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jedikaylin · 1 year
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Concept art by Seth Engstrom. Shirt design by me.
I drew this shirt design a while ago for a series of Favorite Ship Tees. This one was my favorite ❤️
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starwarsbookclub · 1 year
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LUKE & REY FIGHTING VERSION 2 | page 8-9 | Artist: Seth Engstrom The Art of Star Wars: The Last Jedi by Phil Szostak
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corellianhounds · 24 days
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Toro Calican Lives AU
Chapter 3 — Refuge
Media: The Mandalorian
Rating: Gen.
Word Count: 1,024
Warnings: Canon-typical violence and danger
Art Credit: Seth Engstrom
Series summary: What would have happened if Toro Calican hadn’t betrayed the Mandalorian? How would the story have changed if he had lived?
Chapter summary: Bandits attack the village on Sorgan.
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Wooden windchimes clattered in the breeze as a woman with long, dark hair sorted through krill in the woven basket on her lap. It was a mild day for Sorgan, the sun warm on Omera’s back as she worked, keeping an eye on her daughter as she chased a frog between the ponds. She smiled, knowing she’d have to sift through Winta’s clothes later when she did laundry to keep from mixing any small critters or rocks in with the wash; Winta had a habit of bringing the outside in when she came in for dinner. Though she knew she’d have to fetch her daughter shortly to do chores, she was content to let her wander a while longer while the other children played. The majority of the harvest was already completed, and the children would all be called back before too long to clean and dehull krill before the sun got too hot.
The girl carefully crept up on the unsuspecting amphibian before pouncing, attempting to catch it unawares but ultimately failing as the frog hopped away.
A great mechanical groan emanated from the forest, hydraulics humming to life: a flock of herons took off in a flurry and Omera looked up in alarm, searching the woods for the source before seeing the glowing eyes of something big rise beyond the shadowed tree line. Seconds later a blast cratered the earth not ten yards from the farthest water’s edge, and she immediately honed in on the frightened face of her daughter as bandits charged from the woods beyond with a roar.
Villagers cried out in abject terror, scattering from the ponds and fleeing for safety. Omera leapt from her station and raced against the crowd, hearing her daughter scream for her above the cries of the village and din of blasterfire. Fear clawed up her throat— She muscled between the clamoring bodies of the other farmers and ran as fast as her legs would carry her, up over crates and between the reeds as Winta scrambled back and stumbled to her feet, running for her mother. Omera yelled her daughter’s name, calling to her as Klatooinian raiders broke the boundary of the village edge. They spread out between the ponds, destroying farm equipment as they stormed towards the centralized huts, firing off shots at the retreating farmers with indiscriminate regard as to where they landed.
Another large bolt from high up within the trees streaked down at the ponds themselves and shook the earth. Water exploded outwards in a spray, raining down around them. Flashes of hot light zipped past Omera’s head as she ducked, muscle memory taking hold as she ran through a hail of blasterfire and collided with her daughter. With a racing heart Omera wrapped her arms around Winta, pulled her down into a pond, and snagged a floating cage, upending it to pull it over their heads and keep them out of sight.
Bandits laughed and roared in triumph as they looted the harvest and supplies of the fishing village, hauling whatever they could carry back between the ponds towards the edge of the forest. Omera could hear the terrified cries of the villagers around them as Winta shivered, her small legs adrift in the water Omera tread to keep them both afloat. Winta whimpered against her chest and Omera fought the tears threatening her vision as she shushed her, stroking Winta’s hair and attempting to force her own muscles to cooperate so she could stabilize her labored breathing.
A dark figure stalked back between the ponds on the path above them, the shortened muzzle of the bandit leader twisted in a snarl as he roared in triumph. A cry of victory echoed back at him from the bandits now retreating to the woods. Winta gasped in fear again.
The bandit leader turned at the sound. Omera’s eyes widened as he surveyed his surroundings beneath a gnarled brow, and she had only a moment to whisper “Hold your breath” to Winta before she covered her daughter’s mouth and pulled her under the water.
Omera ducked down, twisting to press their backs against the wall of mud closest to the bandit and forcing her eyes open as laser fire shot down through the water. Winta struggled in her arms but Omera held her close and remained still as the water churned, seeing the red light burst and fizzle barely two feet in front of them. Again and again the raider shot, pausing only for a moment before another scattered spray of laser light rippled the water. The seconds dragged on as Omera counted in her head, seeing the bubbles escape from between her fingers as Winta struggled to remain calm.
Thirty seconds after the last shot, she knew she couldn’t keep them below any longer. She slowly swam out with Winta and guided her up with a finger pressed to her lips; she pointed to the shadow of the cage and Winta nodded. Mother and daughter broke the surface on a gasp of air, somehow managing to remain within the boundaries of the floating wooden cage, shafts of light now streaking through it. Omera could see nobody on the bank as Winta coughed and sputtered. The scent of thatch fire and brine filled their noses, but the air was silent.
Tossing aside the destroyed cage, Omera stood on the slope of mud, holding Winta up as they tried to catch their breath. Water ran in rivulets down their faces, their sodden clothes weighing them down. The bandits that had targeted the fishing village were gone as quickly as they had appeared, leaving behind a wake of destruction.
Omera had thought she was done with this life, done with running until it felt like her heart would give out as smoke and explosions rained down around her. As she clutched Winta’s trembling body in her arms, she surveyed for not the first time the losses they had sustained, anger hardening her resolve.
Her dark eyes flashed as fire burned in her chest.
Something needs to be done, she thought. Or there won’t be any of us left to rebuild.
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nine-frames · 2 years
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Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas, 2003.
Dir. Tim Johnson & Patrick Gilmore | Writ. John Logan | Art Dir. Seth Engstrom, David James & Sean P. Mullen
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wookieejamcrew · 1 year
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Reva Sevander/the Third Sister Concept art by Seth Engstrom
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guillotineman · 2 years
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Jurassic World Dominion (2022)
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Art by Seth Engstrom
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marinersubmariner · 2 years
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The Last Jedi concept art by Seth Engstrom
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alphamecha-mkii · 3 years
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Star Wars: Last Jedi - Xi Class Light Shuttle Concept Art by Seth Engstrom
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Star Wars: The Last Jedi - Luke on Crait Concept Art by Seth Engstrom
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dieselfutures · 4 years
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Resistance - Seth Engstrom
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gebo4482 · 4 years
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The Mandalorian by Ryan Church / Christian Alzmann / Jama Jurabaev / Seth Engstrom
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