#Cal kestis

[stealingpotatoes]

In the time travel au for TL4J, how does Ahsoka react to the fact that she is physically older than what most of the clones ever got to be?

SHES WAY OLDER THAN PADME AND ANAKIN EVER WERE TOO and i am feeling FEELINGS about that

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[sentientjazzmaster]

This is actually so sick and twisted

"You got this, kid"

link for the uninitiated

[acekestis]

I never post my art on here cause I don’t draw often but I doodled cal kestis and I love him

[animatedjen]

Cal Kestis | Jedi Survivor

[mrkestis]

Friendly reminder that BD-1’s binoculars are called BD-noculars

[flammabel]

Cal Kestis and the Second Sister -

-Jedi Fallen Order

I had plans to replay this after I finished yet another Survivor playthrough, but a friend started playing Fallen Order last week, and is now into Survivor. So I got inspired last Friday, and finished completely last night.

I managed to get a few decent shots, I think. I never used to understand photo mode until Survivor, so it helped me snag a few this time.

I'll put them up over the next few posts, so hope you enjoy.

[wrencatte]

“don’t you dare lie. i can see it hurts, so show me.” Calxanyone

thanks for the prompt! 💜

Merrin is waiting for him when he limps back to the cantina. Cal had gone through the side door deliberately to avoid everyone and their earnest, well-meaning questions, but apparently Merrin saw right through him…despite having not seen him for a total of two day cycles. He should feel guilty about that, he obviously worried her – and probably Greez and Mosey and Ashe and Doma and Moran and, and Kata, so many people, so many questions, so many emotions in the Force bearing down on him – but he feels too hollowed out to feel anything but tired. She’s not even scowling, or even disappointed. Just…resigned. And somehow, that’s even worse.

Cal staggers to a stop, opens his mouth to say – something. He doesn’t know what. But Merrin sighs before he can find the words.

“Don’t you dare lie,” she says. He grimaces though it looks more like a flinch. “I can see it hurts, so show me.”

He presses his lips together in a thin line and limps to the bed. He’s going to get blood on the sheets no doubt, but Merrin doesn’t try to steer him away from it. BD-1 chirrups and scurries to his charging station, leaving the two of them alone. Cal sits with a heavy sigh, stretching his leg out to ease the ache in his hip, and unsticks his hand from his side to show off the torn, bloody fabric. The bleeding has mostly stopped.

Mostly.

Merrin gives the position he’s put himself a critical look before she steps closer into his space. He half expects her to start on his side or maybe his shoulder where blood has dried into a mud-rust color. That had been inflicted within the first hour on the first day of his exploration. BD-1 gave him a stim that was just enough, and he kept going. Instead, though, she reaches out unhesitatingly and cradles his face gently with both hands. His eyes sting as she tilts his head back to inspect the bruising and the blood and the shadows under his eyes. She thumbs over the split on his bottom lip, so tender and sorrowful Cal has to swallow the lump in his throat before it become tears.

“Why must you do this to yourself?” she murmurs.

Cal closes his eyes to her expression, unable to answer, unsure if he even wants to answer. The words get stuck in his throat, strangling and choking, and Merrin lets out a soft sigh at his – struggle, his pain, her helplessness maybe. He wants to duck his head, hide away from her with his ears burning in shame, hide away from the world that keeps bringing him tragedy, but her hands stay firm on him, brushing away tears he hadn’t realized were falling.

Merrin urges him closer until he collapses into her, wrapping his arms around her middle and clinging like a child in need of comfort. He buries his face to her stomach, his shoulders shaking as his breaths shudder. She curls over him, holding onto him just as tightly, her face pressed to his hair despite the grime.

I’m sorry, he wants to say even though he knows it’s not enough – and it’s not what she’s looking for. Merrin doesn’t want any of his apologies. She wants him to stop throwing himself towards death and hoping it catches. I’ll do better, is just a lie. I don’t know what to do, is too close to the truth for him to handle.

She pulls away slightly, making him sigh this time, and he looks up at her through wet eyelashes. Merrin smiles slightly as she ghosts her knuckles over his tear-streaked cheeks.

“Let me help you clean up,” she says quietly. “Then come have late meal with Kata and I. Will you do that?” He chews on his bottom lips, tasting fresh blood, until she makes him stop with a knuckle pressed under his lip. “If not for yourself, then for me.”

And that’s the trick to it, isn’t it? Cal nods silently and her smile grows even as her eyes stay sad.

[corvidscreams]

It’s that time again!

[nightsister-merrin-lover]

cal: merrin, if you die do you want to be buried or cremated?

cal: like if you were shot by a stormtrooper today, what do i do?

merrin: go after the stormtrooper and make him pay for what he did to me.

merrin: avenge me, cal.

[paperjamdipper]

🌈 Cal 🌈

[stealingpotatoes]

The way you draw Merrin makes me want to explode shes so pretty

thank you! and that's so cal-core of you

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[fisher-vp]

Cal portraits again. 🥰

[misthiosss]

Cal Kestis

[animatedjen]

Cal Kestis | Jedi Survivor

[engagemythrusters]

sorry but there ARE correct colours to make Cal Kestis's lightsaber. "but they give you the options for you to choose!" LIE it's false. you should either be picking orange or blue. that's the fucking rules.