#lothell

[idoltoons]

Me dio por dibujar a Lothel-

Pero me da penita mostrarlo completo, lo publicare tal vez otro día-

Voy a ver si puedo terminar los diseños de otras divinidades de la época de los dioses-

COMO ODINA-

Traigo muchas ganas de mostrar su diseño tras la historia de esta con el padre de los hermanos elementales-

Aunque ya había mostrado un poco de su diseño en un animatic corto junto a Everett de niño-

[legofanguy1999]

Swtor comfort

A Star Wars the Old Republic fanfiction that is a entry for @jedijune week 1 prompt comfort and feature m Jedi Consular character Daperssel.

Daperssel, a Jedi Consular, arrived at Lothel to tell a family of a Republic soldier she fought alongside with troubled news.

The Jedi give comfort to the heartache mother as Daperssel said to her, "Your son was a hero of the Republic. You should be proud."

[plotbunny-bundle]

Star Wars Time Travel idea

The Star Wars galaxy is weird. With Hyperspace and the Force anything can happen. Time travel even happened a number of time in Star Wars Legends.

So here's my idea for time travel fanfics. Time travel happens some times. The Jedi even have recorded cases in their archives. Yet for drama no one knows how to make a return trip or how to do it on purpose.

My Time Travel headcanons

Force sensitives are more likely to accidentally time travel then non force sensitives

(To be fair Force sensitives are more likely to have weird things happen to them because of their strong connection to the Force)

Jedi who time travel have a tendency seek out the Jedi Order of the era and rejoin the order.

There is Rakatan technology for time travel flowing around in the galaxy. However, the Infinite Empire was never able to use it.

There is incomplete Rakatan technology in the Lothel Jedi Temple and that's why it's like that.

[oftimeslostlongago]

welcome to london, KANAN JARRUS! did anyone ever tell you that you look just like CARLOS MIRANDA? well, no matter, we hear that you are 32 and working as UNEMPLOYED. we also hear that you currently HAVE your memories from STAR WARS and have a tendency to be KINDHEARTED as well as INSECURE.

Most of the Jedi had believed that Caleb Dume was too young too become a padawan, but with the Clone Wars raging on desperate measures were needed, and he became the padawan under Depa Billaba. Why he survived Order 66, the will of the force, fate, or just luck, but he was with Clone Force 99 at the time. When he turned to see Depa be killed she told him to run. As their chips hadn't come into affect, they weren't actively trying to kill him. Caleb hadn't realised that as he ran, eventually escaping. He received the correspondence from Obi-Wan to stay away from the temple and to hide. Caleb Dume vanished.

It was a small group of rebels, seemingly led by Kanan Jarrus. They resisted the empire's rule, trying to help those they could. It was only by chance they had been in Lothel that day, when he sense a presence, soon meeting Ezra. It was then, it a rescue mission going south he revealed to the empire that he was a Jedi. He also realised Ezra was force sensitive, and took him under his wing to train. On finding a Jedi Temple, he was finally knighted. As the Rebellion in the galaxy grew, they became more involved, carrying out missions for them. However in a fight with Darth Maul, he was blinded. In the end, he sacrificed himself to save the rest of his crew. It was an action that eventually would cause Lothel to be free of the Empire.

He has his memories, and is still blind. He also never knew he had a son.

[violentdelightstheseviolentends]

woah! was that KANAN JARRUS walking down main street? i heard they’re not actually from ivy cove but come from STAR WARS. they’re 32 and live in SHOREGRAZE RIDGE but watch out because they can be INSECURE + HAUNTED but are actually COMPASSIONATE + DETERMINED. despite them HAVING memories, you’ll always think of HARD BEING THE SURVIVOR, BATTLE TIRED, HEAVY BURDEN FOR YOUNG SHOULDERS when imagining them.

A Long Time Ago...

Caleb Dume grew up never knowing his biological family. He was Force Sensitive, and his earliest memories had always been the Jedi Temple; he was happy there, and it was the only family he'd ever wanted. However, as the Clone Wars waged on, he was eventually taken as the Padawan of Depa Billaba, seeing combat when he was still a child. He had been with her and Clone Force 99 when Order 66 was given. As the other clones turned on his Master, she told him to run. He knew he was being chased by Hunter and Crosshair, though was unaware that Hunter's chip hadn't activated. Hunter reported Caleb dead, Crosshair reported him alive, and his fate was unknown. Kanan Jarrus had been a man just trying to get by. He never stayed long anywhere, only really getting to know people for a night. By Jedi cannot help what they are, and on meeting Hera and seeing the danger that Gorse was in, he stopped hiding. Zeb and Sabine joining the crew soon after, and on Lothel they met Ezra, who he quickly realised was Force Sensitive. With so few Jedi surviving at that point, Kanan took him on as a Padawan. The crew had always acted against the Empire, and eventually joined the Rebellion, though Kanan was never convinced that they were ready for a war against the Empire. On a Sith planet, they met Maul, who blinded him. Eventually, he learnt through the Force, that to save Lothel and his family, it would cost his life. Though he made the sacrifice, he died not knowing Hera was pregnant with their son.

Ivy Cove

Caleb's grew up in foster care, never really having a family. He didn't mind that, and instead acted more like an older sibling for the other kids that were there, not wanting anyone to feel lonely. For a while, he didn't take much seriously, working as a personal trainer, and tending to sleep around. That was until the car accident happened, leaving him blind, and loosing his job overnight. He wanted to close down, but Jedi cannot help what they are, even without remembering that, and he couldn't turn his back on people who needed help. Eventually he came to terms with what had happened and learnt to cope. Then the memories came back, including the memories of how to use the Force. He opted to start going by Kanan again, that feeling more like his real name then Caleb. He will still help people where he can, but right now he just wants to find the Ghost Crew.

[444names]

tongan and hawaiian names + french and tolkienesque forenames BUT excluding "a"

Beldor Belele Belette Beliniu Belyne Beniti Beoheli Berdilzôn Beregróf Beric Beron Berredh Berryon Bertili Berumenur Beruni Bervide Betele Bielyë Bofoth Bofusi Bolou Borielwë Borieni Borio Borisi Borlio Boroni Boroste Brert Brette Brined Brini Brund Brung Bóreg Celenne Celsement Ceniti Cenue Ceoleini Ceoni Chrichèle Christ Christe Chronue Chèlefu Cienwë Cierethu Cilili Cirimone Clémy Cléode Cléodinu Corini Cécie Cécil Cédre Cédred Círimu Didrée Duris Dwini Dáiniu Dérine Dériolopo Dérès Díric Egilil Eginri Eilienée Eldoc Eleborth Elegolo Eleimuese Elein Elenini Elicold Elipel Eliwini Elleni Elmongui Elotue Elphiveme Elrod Emelo Emicele Enbrin Endog Endur Engue Enieleli Enist Enisur Enohirène Erielwë Erientisi Errete Erthôr Esteimen Estirë Eviti Eärenzog Eärnheld Eärnhír Eärnhírie Eärwene Eärwi Feinúmir Felendir Fenck Fenesti Fette Fileni Filin Fingi Fingor Finzimi Folindir Folir Fregor Frégor Frégort Fréli Fusik Fusimro Fusion Fusisifui Fílini Fírick Gendir Gereng Gergin Gerrenni Gilbel Gilei Gilielik Gimilisi Giton Glohi Goldir Golóine Grikonwë Grite Grorent Grosé Grégil Gérômel Heiki Hekol Helimlimë Henong Herimi Herisei Herisi Herreses Herthôn Hilimli Hilini Hilzôn Holielim Homenel Hooki Hooperini Horombuc Hubomimir Hufukio Hufusi Huihi Hulmili Hundurn Hungisi Hámomir Húrielei Húrini Húrië Ikikiel Ikolo Illegir Illes Imirë Imotuine Ingisir Ioekeo Ioelené Iondrór Ionorn Iontisei Ionwë Irecth Isered Isikel Isèlekon Iukonimin Iukotuni Jendir Jenelein Jesirë Jesise Jonuel Josil Joson Jostin Jusis Jérès Jérèseiki Kefone Keine Kekin Kelei Keleke Kelelette Kelie Kelumor Kemomboli Kendë Kenzog Keoliwo Keolle Keolo Kepiki Kepon Kilei Kinzimë Kofuini Kolirië Kolon Konowyn Kothéod Kuohe Kuoki Kuoko Kupike Kutolë Kúvid Kúvien Kúvier Kúvir Lebre Lehugduc Lehuku Leilmo Leilúk Leine Leleikele Lephil Lepihir Lethokeo Letono Liceo Liele Limlistë Livièlent Lobeo Lokin Lonil Lopel Lothele Lotui Louikin Louin Lukini Lupolo Lémili Léodis Lúviete Meisi Mekine Melegnès Melumbor Mendiel Mendoc Mered Merry Meruc Meryon Mikinni Milie Mimon Mincild Misevie Moefu Mogelui Mohir Momuen Moopon Morison Mosepou Mosopion Mothel Motte Motui Motur Muluine Myrie Mírdis Mírie Mírin Mírine Mírinèse Ngérie Ngérion Nicel Niqueldon Noeinie Noepi Nohil Nolohil Nonuitë Nowyne Noémir Náini Níriën Odeli Odrert Ofuko Olduir Olebor Olethopo Olleo Ondil Ondor Opele Ophelu Ophir Opile Opulou Oregnoe Orgorgor Oselui Othrie Othróg Othéor Otopunui Pekepel Pelohi Pelve Pentië Pervelest Pethoo Petuil Phele Pienilzôr Pilzôr Pohue Polgel Polosiu Pound Puesion Puethróf Puihor Puikine Pukos Pukueni Pulopeng Pumbor Pundogert Pungi Rodetine Rolind Ronthil Réline Rélite Seine Selepil Sermtor Seseth Sestë Seviette Sevir Shnákhîm Sikiondie Simiki Sirmtopo Sisil Smélini Snowyne Soromë Suino Surémi Sylle Sévelei Súrimil Súriën Teles Teloth Teopi Tevines Thine Thmooki Thoefusir Thoeine Thoelmie Tholi Thomin Thorni Thráini Théodrent Théris Tofur Toheil Tolent Tombomu Topeth Tuild Tuine Tuiste Tukue Tukuelei Tulwë Turis Tusim Túricele Túrie Uglodrie Uleth Ulokie Ulomiku Ulone Uloth Uluin Ulupone Umbomil Uorger Uorick Verth Viethôr Vindine Vinwë Vormto Vérieneth Winor Yvori Zimoi Élikon Élist Élithor Éodir Éomiki Éomil Éomilzôn Éomini Éoron Éotur

[comononito]

🔆GÜNAH🔆

trying new things :’)… with pens :’^D

[vermillion-mouse]

Otro pequeño experimento con Mortis, ahora es una combinación del estilo de Over the garden wall y Lothell.

El estilo de Lothell pertenece a: @palxeye

[a-three]

I started playing during the nocturnality event and managed to unlock it but how can I unlock the past events like spring 2nd performance, buying the magic bookmarks is the only way?

yes

[ask-the-tarot-trolls]

Maybe uhh, ⏮ for Sybile or 🔀 for Lothel??

[Sybile is in the demon realm. She looks about 6 sweeps old. She has a white sundress, black flats, and a leather jacket, and she's crying in her room.]

Sybile ⏮ 0/20

[Lothel is humming in his room, and he looks about the same, except he lacks the sadness that permeates his normal state. The church looks different, and a cerulean walks in with a purpleblood with too many eyes and a gold-lime cuspblooded wriggler. They start talking to him and asking questions and Lothel looks truly happy.]

Lothel 🔀 0/20

[thewriterowl]

✏️and 🖊️ for the writer ask?

Do I write everyday: Yep! Basically do. I try to for sure. I always have a creative project up. I try to get as much as I can done in a day since I like to do weekly updates. Some days i do write more than others.

and post a snippet of a WIP. This is the start to the infamous Learning to Shatter, the very dark BobaLukeDin fic I have talked about before:

It began, like so many other parts in Luke Skywalker’s life, with a disturbance in the Force.

It was hard to fully grasp what exactly the feeling was; there was no clear understanding on where to go only that he should move. He needed to get away from the Resistance or something very wrong would happen to them. But there was also something else…something tingling inside of him that set all the hair on his body standing on end. A warning, or a call, but he could not quite make out what, except that it was coming and there was nothing he could about that.

It was foreboding. Large. Something was about to shift.

Luke was on a planet, Lothel if memory served him right, his fifth one in a week, and had finished his screening of the city’s market for goods when a sensation in his core started ringing. He stopped and tilted his head.

Danger? Or Need?

He scowled under his cloak. He had been moving constantly the past year to better understand the Force and to train his power while helping the rebellion and gather information for saving Han, but there was still far too much he did not understand. So much he lacked. He still needed to learn from his hubris on Bespin and understand what true confidence was as he explored his abilities and being unsure was nothing new.

This intensity, however, was.

One part wished for him to run, to hurry back to Red Five and hide back in the stars, and wondered if he was just being a coward after his event in Bespin, while another part was, perhaps, curious about this uncertain tingle of the unknown. He was supposed to be working to become a Jedi, after all, and he was supposed to help people no matter what. What if this was someone in danger? What if he left and people died?

His lips thinned. Ever since Bespin, he found himself battling with himself and his feelings. What was arrogance and immature impatiences about becoming some hero and what was real?

‘Trust the Force.’ Ben had said.

That was easy enough. Trusting himself was the hard part. And no one has told him how to do that just yet.

[idoltoons]

Lothel tiene 5 dedos? O me consume la miopía y astigmatismo (?)

Así es! 5 dedos en sus manos y 5 en sus piesitos!-

Ahora tenemos 2 personajes en esta historia que tienen 5 dedos, "La Bestia" y "Lothel". 👀👌

Ya que ando mostrando mucho de Lothel mejor voy a publicar el dibujo completo-

Que sea lo que diosito quiera-

"Lothel"

[lipmae-doodles]

INKTOBER - DAY 3 - POISON💀 I love drawing vials and this is gonna double as a reference for my roleplay character: Peony Fangwen Lothel (Pinefield) I'll do decent art of her some day. I suppose this is a little on the nose, but dang if it wasn't fun to color 🌟 Side note: I really didn't feel like dealing with basement spiders to get to the scanner.

[g1storyboards]

Storyboards from RID by Lothell Jones 

[zenaquaria]

Tell us more about Ysra! Or at least as much as you can that won't give spoilers to your other party members should they be on Tumblr as well.

Actually I think my entire party is on Tumblr and I’m mutuals with most of them. xD At least two of them are mutuals, anyway. LOL 

But yeah! So Ysra Galaren is a wood elf from the co-authored-with-my-husband high fantasy setting of Sel. Neutral Good Ranger with a particular distaste for owlbears, and is a little more standoffish than most of her people towards other classes/races/castes. Wood Elves in Sel are more like the Fair Folk of Tolkien’s works. They’re happy and merry and passionate and open. So for Ysra to be aloof and closed off is odd for one of her people. But it’s kept her alive this long! That and her training with the Rangers’ Guild in Thannorn, her hometown. 

A bit about her hometown and the surrounding forest kingdom of the Elves, Thannorn is one city in the forest realm of Vaeleryn. Capital city is Tol’Dorom, and a major city between them is Lothel. Just two years back from the campaign’s setting, Vaeleryn had been under siege from the neighboring kingdom’s self-styled King of the Undead. Lothel and Tol’Dorom were both besieged, and Lothel had fallen. Ysra was one of many rangers who helped pick off wandering undead in the forest after the two cities were reclaimed by the living. Which opened up her eventual pathing into the archetype Monster Slayer, and probably had a good bit to do with her becoming more closed off. Ysra’s seen some stuff and said stuff -natural and unnatural- does NOT care how wealthy or poor or well-mannered or uncouth you are; it will EAT you. 

So all that goes back to how she doesn’t much care for all the verbal meandering and plotting it takes to navigate upper city society, how much she despises what’s unnatural (undead or corrupted) and prefers Nature to take its due course, and lastly, that there’s been wisps and flashes of visions of some coming disaster.  She just recently got it yelled at her by an Abyssal creature the party faced that she MAY have Abyssal blood in her heritage. Ysra is pretty damn sure she doesn’t, but after everything the party’s been through and how the bloody abyssal creatures keep messing with her, she’s having some second thoughts about that conviction. owo

[thatfairyfangirl]

Written In The Stars Chapter 16

A birth of Mandalay has never been something of elegance. It first came on Steluta as dizzy spells in the mid day, followed by loud wrenching sickness in the evening, forcing her in and away from the stars. Yet Legolas never left her side, helping her into the open sky long enough to keep her strength until the months swelled her belly. Though she wished to share the joyous news with her family far off she had no strength to send off her shade nor look into what was to come to see when they would be close again.

“You must think of me no better than your frail elf maids.” She remarked one night as Legolas wrapped an arm around her, supporting most of her weight as he lead her through the trees deep in the night to drink in the much needed starlight.

“No Ninmirel,” he answered with a smile, “you are far more enchanting.”

She smiled lightly as the light of the stars warmed her soul and brightened her eyes. “Even like this?”

Legolas's hand came to rest on her large belly, his smile growing as he felt the life move inside. He could swear it felt as if the child was dancing in the starlight like she used to. “Especially like this.” He gazed deep into her eyes. “You are making life. There is nothing in this world I find more beautiful than my wife and the child she is making for me.”

As they stood watching the stars travel over the sky a faint image of her brother's shade came before them. “My dear sister. You have been so quiet these past few months. Have you forgotten the road already?” He asked in their native language, which she had been teaching Legolas as of late.

The light in her eyes grew to shine like the sun as she looked upon the image of her brother. “My dear moon!” She cried out wishing nothing more than to hug him. “Never!”

“She has been weak as of late.” Legolas answered his friend in the Mandalay tongue. “We have chosen to stay in the wood while she is with child.”

Danior's eyes grew wide at the news delivered from the elf in the words of his own people. In all his lifetime he had only seen one birth, his sister. “I will spread the word there shall be a gathering.”

A gathering of Mandalay is rare, only for great events. And the birth of the princess's child was the greatest. In the months that followed the forest road filled with caravan wagons of all shapes and sizes until the road was full, and more still circled in Mirkwood's borders until all the forest was lined by painted wood and the songs and dancing of all the people of the road in celebration. The royal caravan, however, sat deep within the heart of the woods the night she screamed out in unbearable pain, gripping the hand of her beloved husband so tight he thought she might break it as she brought into the world the first of a new race, half Elf, half Mandalay. The wood seemed to explode into jubilation as the daughter of wood and road took her first breaths and the new mother drew her close to her breast.

The following September

“So, what is it like up there?” Legolas asked curiously as his hair danced in the northern wind. Though it was only the beginning of September the air already held a chill to it that didn't seem to bother him, but did prompt her to cover up herself and their small babe.

“Cold mostly… there are parts where it is only safe to travel in the summer. Barren and snow covered...the occasional Dragon.” She answered almost absentmindedly as she entered a toy shop.

“So why do you go up there?” He asked scanning the homes before following her, recalling the destruction Smaug brought to Lake Town and having heard of the terror he brought on Dale before that...few things scared him...Dragons were definitely on that short list.

“There are people up there...they actually hold my people in very high regard. They can't grow much for themselves so we fill wagons of fruits and vegetables and trade them for dried dragon blood which make up a small part of the black powder we used at Helms Deep.” She explained as she found a silver bell like rattle that seemed to light up her daughter's face. “Excuse me, how much for this?” She asked the shopkeep who had been eyeing her since they walked in.

“No amount of money you would have.” He answered plucking the toy from her fingers bringing a cry from the newborn. She looked to him sternly before turning to bounce and soothe her beloved daughter on her way out the door to keep from disturbing other patrons. “Ugh gypsies.” He muttered to the elf, recognizing him as Thranduil's son, sure he would understand his frustration with the people. “ Last spring they seemed to be dealing in weapons. Taking advantage of the war no doubt. You wouldn't believe the amount of arrows they left town with.”

Legolas's lips pursed angrily as he nodded looking from his wife and child out the window then back to the shop keep with an offended grin. “That's my wife.” He informed the man. His mouth hung open as he realized the grievous mistake he had just made. “And daughter.” He added as his slender fingers plucked the rattle from his, dropping what he deemed was enough coin for it before moving to his beloved wife and daughter, smile growing as an arm wrapped around the two, other hand jingling the bell of the rattle to bring a smile back to his daughter's lips.

“Oh now lad you musn't hover so.” Gimli teased as he approached the family.

Legolas looked up to their old friend with a growing grin. “I can see why you would think that. A face as ugly as yours might scare her.” Legolas teased back before he left his family's side to greet his companion.

“I will trust my invite was lost by your messengers lady star.” The dwarf added looking up to the princess sternly.

“Oh Gimli I'm sorry. Weddings for my people are a personal affair… not even my brother was in attending.” She explained. “But it is good to see you my friend. My heart sings that we will be journeying together again.”

“As does mine Lady Star.” He bellowed gleefully, bringing a joyous laughter from the baby. “Riding in your wagon sounds much more comfortable than sprinting over the land.”

“I think she likes you.” Steluta chuckled as she turned the child to show her to their old friend. Her skin was a shade lighter than her mother's with a hint of chocolate hair and crystal blue eye that shone like the stars, and just a hint of elven tip to her ears. “Lothel, this is your uncle Gimli.”

“Ahh what a lucky lass to take after her mother.” Gimli jested pulling a laugh from them all. “How long until we are off then? It will do my heart some good to see those rascally hobbits once more.”

“My brother's shade came to me last night, the road has been a smooth one, the caravan should be along shortly.” She answered as she wrapped the child up tightly to shield her from the wind.

“Oh are the lot of them coming as well?” Gimli asked curiously as he watched the once wild spirit take to motherhood like a fish to water.

Steluta nodded. “Now that Lothel is born we will be taking some time with the caravan.” Legolas explained as he gently took his little gem from her mother, hearing the voices of her people singing merrily as they made their way South into the town, freeing her hands to greet her family. “It is time I learned more of my daughter's culture.”