#natolan

[thecontrarianlibrarian]

A sketch study on natolans.

Feb 17 2020

[vacilator]

an edit for natolan . . . natan . . . nalan . . . no — [ call drops ]

@bluerevs

[piousartandocpit]

[padawansuggest]

Senate reporter: *over radio* -when we reached out to Grandmaster Yoda of the Jedi Order, he invited us to tea, which we accepted, but were soon accosted by his own most recent student, Yan Dooku, who warned us not to eat the orange glowing swamp cookies, stating nothing more than ‘they are cursed by the dark side’. Our Wookie raised Natolan reporter, Emma, chose to try the orange one. She said it tasted like the infinite void, and disappeared into a Jedi apartment that looked like a meth-den upon request. We have not seen her since. I’m very upset, I let her borrow my favorite headscarf before she disappeared.

Mace: *glaring at Yoda and a sheepish Rael*

Rael: Hey, she ended up being a solid lead for no less than three of our active investigations!

Yoda: Wanted to teach her the recipe, I did. So few chose and like the orange cookies.

Mace: She tried to steal a youngling.

Quinlan: Yeah, and Obi-Wan chose to leave with her of his own free will!

Yoda: A matter it is not, with a mind healer they both are. Safe now.

Mace: *rubbing his eyes* I hate this family.

[welcometothesewers]

This is Rhett, he’s Gemmarose’s natolan Padwan OC. did you know it is really hard to draw natolans because I didn’t before I drew Rhett.

[favoriteginger]

[image id: echo and fives inside the jedi temple with two younglings, one a nautolan and one a kel dor. fives is kneeling, facing the natolan on the right, who has a purple lightsaber, while echo stands in the back with his arms crossed. both echo and fives are wearing a combination of jedi robes and clone armor, fives wearing kama and echo wearing pauldrons. both are also wearing vambraces and greaves. echo's robes are covered in colorful paint handprints.  both clones have lightsabers clipped to their belts. fives’ lightsaber is blue. the kel dor youngling is standing on the left, with their hands held together under their chin. they are wearing tan robes covered in paint splatters, with blue lining and a blue belt. their finger caps are also blue. the nautolan youngling is standing on the right, holding a purple lightsaber in front of them. their skin is a dark purple-blue, with light purple highlights. they are also wearing tan robes, but without the paint. their sleeves and pants are white with blue designs on them. everyone is standing on a hopscotch grid that’s been drawn on the ground with chalk. in the background there is a tree and a stepped pyramid. behind that, the skyline of coruscant is visible behind a glass dome. end id]

This is a collab piece I did with @leeleebee, @onionlings, and @blueberry-toffee! It was a lot of fun working with them and I’m really happy with how this turned out!

This is part of the Clone Dads AU, which as of now exists in this art and in our notes. All I’m gonna say about it right now is that it is very happy and involves the clones adopting all the kids. It provides me serotonin daily.

Also: @leias-left-hair-bun you wanted me to tag you for this, so here you go!

[irrfahrer]

“Well this is just great”

Send “Well this is just great” for our muses to get stuck in a snowstorm together!

The snowstorm was scratching like a hunting Nexu on the starhangars  walls and the now closed roof with claws that were made of razorsharp icecrystals. Every gust of wind  bit into the little open gaps in the halls walls brutally and without any mercy- while the starhangar was warm, the fust of wind rushing through the gaps were like knifes cutting, cutting, cutting past every layer of cloth whenever one was not prepared. It had started to snow in the night and it had also been the night that the last ships had left the Hangar, but now, as the day slowly crawled towards late morning the hangar was burried under a thick layer of snow like under a shroud, the roof was closed and the ships standing in the hangar were nothing but dead beasts that slept in lethargy. Only a hour ago, when the doors had still been able to be opned before they had frozen shut, the people in the starport had been evacuated into the Hangar to use the there standing ship engines to heat up the hall so the Hangar was full of people huddling in small groups together around portable heaters and beside running starships engines like people on wild worlds would huddle around campfires.

In the Hangar it was warm and safe- at least it was warm when one would stay away from the cracks in the halls walls where the wind would stab through at every second and at least it would be safe if one would ignore that most of the people inside the Hangar were smugglers and small criminals with blasters hidden under their thick coats. It was quiet, every loud exchange of word was silenced by the storm howling loudly outside so the conversations were lead hushed and whispered. Ziv knew much too good of the hands on the blasters, considering she had spend the time since the people had been evacuated into the hangar walking around between the small groups huddled around heaters to treat different degrees of frostbites, anxiety attacks crawling around the groups like carnivores and the deep, bloody cuts the brutal wind and razorsharp icecrystals had left on the people who had made it alive into the hangar. Ziv was a healer and she would stay a Healer when she was treatening criminals. After all most of the young womans patients were either peope who had not enough cxredits to visi a medic-center or who actually had enough credits to pay for a treatment but could not risk that their I.D.-chip in the Medic-centers was checked.

The Tynnan  just  finished rubbing heating oinment into the frozen numb foot of a Natolan which skin had turned from grey back into a healthy azureblue as she started to gently bandage the foot that sure still felt as if it had been burned but at least her patient would keep their toes. It was then when the howling past the Hangars durasteelwalls became louder, like a monsters loud screaming and from one moment to another every careful with hushed voices lead conversation suddenly died.The lights in the hangbar flickered, turning on and off on and off on and off until the dim, barely noticeable emergency lights replaced them completly and drowned the hangar in a almost completly black twilight.

“Well this is just great!” , Poes words falling into the silence made Zivs ears turn around to him like the ears of a attentive animal.

“Is it not?” ,With a playfully suprised expression Ziv looked over her shoulder and smiled innocently,yet her uncomfortable sharp teeth that shimmered in the dim light like ivory needles did not looked innocent at all.

“I could have sworn-”, the young woman hummed slyly- or was it a purr?- and dramatically guiltless whistling turned back around to finish bandaging the with warming oinment covered frostbite of her patient with nimble paws: “- you would be happy about every kriffing chance you have to cuddle up to me? Whats better than a snowstorm for that?”

[ @poewingsdameron ]