#Consular

[krisslegacy]

sorry that jedi consular is one of the best classes. sorry that yall can't handle depth and layered storylines.

[sayilovedragonage]

I've said it before, and I'll say it again: The Consular is the child Satele wanted Theron to be.

[chaos-enchanted]

Playing the Consular story again for the first time in a while and ooohh boy that tasty bit of juxtaposition of Felix/Nadia staying behind on the Javelin escaping just in time to KOTFE and the Consular staying behind on Darth Marr’s flagship but not making it back.

[gunshyghostss]

[shabre-legacy]

[anchanted-one]

Heroes of Both Sides 03. The Healer

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48680545/chapters/122911795

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‘Dear Aryn. Please forgive me for what I am about to tell you. Coruscant has been occupied, and the Temple has fallen to the enemy.’ A tear rolled out of his eye. He wiped it off before continuing. ‘They came out of nowhere. A shuttle full of Sith crashed into the Temple atrium. Before I could even get there, the fighting was almost over. I arrived just in time to see a Sith deliver the killing blow to Master Ven Zallow. I… forgive me. But I do not have the words to… forgive me.’

He wept for another spell, only stopping when a kind Rodian child gave him her doll. He hugged it for a moment, then returned it to her.

<Do you feel better now?>

“Yes, thank you.”

The child smiled and left, looking for another person she could help. Devel was glad that even in such a dark time, there was someone out there spreading light. Even if that someone was fifty centimeters tall, and probably didn’t understand what was going on.

‘You probably Sensed it already, but I thought you deserved to hear it from a friend. As to everything else… The Sith fleet bombed the capital, but did not destroy us, as many expected. It hasn’t been too long yet. But I think they don’t intend to stay long. Coruscant is too big for that. I think they’re holding us hostage. No matter what happens, Master Ven Zallow’s absence will be felt for the next fifty years. I’m afraid, Aryn. For all of us, but especially for you. You are one of the brightest lights in the galaxy. I shudder to think what you might be going through right now. I hope I survive. If I do, please allow me to help you through this. It is the least I can do for you.’

That felt like such a pithy thing to say. Aryn was… Aryn meant a lot to him. He was deeply in love with her. Had been, since their very first meeting fifteen years ago. He had, in fact, been working up the nerve to make his affections known to her, the next time they met. But it was insensitive, now.

She probably knows, anyway.

‘With deepest respect, and my sympathies. Devel.’

[everlastingscribe]

Rhule is trying to just keep his little brother from doing something stupid and @murder-me-with-ink caught them in the moment!!!! AHHHHHHH so happy to see mah bois almost in trouble!!!

Special Commission finished for @everlastingscribe

fight in the Bar!! x3

[skullinacowboyhat]

a studious Mai, cause I needed something therapeutic to draw.

[parseolegacy]

Spiritual successor to this comic I made last year When you try to spice up your romance but your girlfriend is immune to metaphors ❌ Mission failure Akk'rai 2 - Flirting 0.

[pipik-petoran]

[hhyesunn]

someone wise said a lekku resting on his leg is basically a kiss so-

[gunshyghostss]

[shabre-legacy]

It's interesting to see a comment from somewhere indicating that others outside of the Order and distant from it can recognize the Jedi are a family of some sort.

[anchanted-one]

Heroes of Both Sides 01. The Poltergeist

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48680545/chapters/122796946

Devel Nirol always got picked last. He was the smallest Nautolan in the village, even smaller than Imalj, who was a year younger than himself. He was also the slowest runner and swimmer, always finishing over ten seconds after the second-last.

He was, in short, the one nobody wanted in their team.

And today was no different.

Mahimahi set the game this day, with a wild throw into the path. Gori caught the pass, and held the ball for the required thirty seconds before passing it to Hijel. Hijel had it tackled out of her hands by Nomai, who was tackled by Mahimahi, until finally, Surapa took the ball and evaded all attempts at reclamation by Mahimahi’s team. Surapa tossed the ball to Bego next, who almost made it to the full thirty seconds before Hijel took it out of her hands.

By this time, Devel was so far behind that he could no longer follow the game. With a sigh, he made for the shallows instead. Perhaps he could catch a frog instead, or a fish. Or perhaps he could mend a net, or watch the fires.

He hated being so weak. Shuka would often whisper how in the old days, children who couldn’t keep up with the groups in shoalskip used to be left behind to starve. But ever since contact with the Republic, the people had come to realize the value of lives, even ones that were, like himself, worthless.

[fleeting-sanity]

Latest commission, Zael the Unlikely Jedi.

[strigeart]