#thought it would be fun to draw a nautolan

[jewishcissiekj]

finally figured out some OC designs this is like the best feeling ever

[thebrainofocto]

Hazbin hotel au but it's a bad jedi and good sith star wars au

[reneeofthestars]

Made for @kyjoraven #dtiys ! I may have gotten a bit carried away. It was so much fun, but took WAY longer than I was expecting. Still, I'm really happy with the overall result. Congratulations on 3k (now 4k)!!

Tara Ohvala belongs to Kyjoraven. 

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A brief fic to accompany this below the cut! 

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The lounge went dark as the stage lights came on, and as polite applause filled the air, Gida felt the anticipation in the room surge. Only it had nothing to do with the band that was beginning to play.

For as glitzy and glamorous as the patrons were, they welcomed this cover of darkness. The shift in atmosphere was palpable to her;  all the surreptitious emotions that Gida had sensed lurking just beneath the cheerful, pleasant facades seemed to finally creep forward.

Gida took a sip of her drink - a fizzy, tangy juice that the bartender seemed pleased to have available. The Jedi Council had sent her and three other Jedi to discover if there was a possible Separatist mole in the Republic Senate. One thing led to another, and with a nice bit of detective work from Tara Ohvala, here they were, dressed in very un-Jedi-like outfits, waiting and watching. It was quite the change of pace from fighting droids.

Across from Gida sat Tara. The Mirialan was newly Knighted, having only been a fully fledged Jedi for less than a year, but she already seemed so poised and capable. And pretty. Gida looked away quickly before Tara caught her staring.

Up at one of the circular bars, Masters Eeth Koth and Teyla Marin leaned against the counter, turned towards the stage. But Gida knew their attention was everywhere except the beautiful music. It wasn't often that Gida and Master Teyla worked with a member of the Council, but Tara's former master had proved easy to like.

Gida caught herself rocking to the crooning singer and stilled, bringing her mind back to the task at hand with a sigh. She had thought this would be the easy part - sense for dubious or malicious intent, find the mole.

"Have you sensed something?" Tara asked quietly, raising her drink.

Gida shook her head, lekku falling behind her. "Only that we're going to be here a while."

Behind them, an argument had broken out over a game of sabacc. A Kel Dor in a rich cloak jabbed a finger at an offronted Umbaran, cursing him colorfully in what sounded like Huttesse. The Kel Dor was a well into his cups, and his vices made him angry; it bubbled and popped like lava. The Togruta between them acted in a placating manner, but Gida could feel the way he relished framing the Umbaran.

A Wookiee roared with laughter to her left, causing a brief pause in the performance before the band regained their composure and continued. Gida jumped, but not at the noise - at the sudden crash of rage from him that the laughter masked.

Nearby and older couple slow danced to the music. The Nautolan woman rested her head against the Theelin man's chest as they swayed in a slow circle. Calm certainty radiated from them, clashing oddly against the Wookiee's fury, still disguised by a wide smile.

A Tholothian dressed in what could be military garb stalked past, with an elegant Rodian woman whispering rapidly to him. Their whirlwind of emotions left Gida dizzy.

But it was all too much - the hem of her dress was too itchy, the shoes too blocky, it was too loud, too crowded, too many emotions, too, too too -

Gida ducked her head and squeezed her eyes shut, pressing her fingers to her temples. She let it all wash over her, all the emotions that twisted her gut and boiled her blood and made her want to draw her lightsaber or run --

They aren't mine, and they have no place with me.

She let out a controlled breath, and felt the onslaught of emotions lessen. When she opened her eyes, she was re-entered in the Force. A note of approval reached the edge of her senses. Master Teyla had noticed. It had been easier to manage this time. So much easier than when on the battlefield...

Gida took another drink, reaching out with the Force, and feeling the others do the same. They would know when they found their mark.

[bonesmarinated]

made a female Nautolan Jedi Master name Kilindi Matako for Lightside Maul AU. This Nautolan is loosely based on the character of the same name from the book Wrath of Darth Maul. I figure Maul would have a close friend/ colleague whom he likes to work with, and they’re both beautiful creature with bold patterned appearance.  +++ update on November 24 with a new design and addition flair

[a-dorin]

"it's not a big deal"

pairing: professor!maul x fem!reader

word count: 2.022k

warnings: alcohol use, drinking, swearing, flirting, sexual harassment, slight age gap (no romance yet), sexual tension, mentions of student/professor relationship, 18+

a/n: i do not own the gif below! this takes place between ardor and tempestuous, which are chapters one and two. also i hope y'all enjoy how hot maul is in this like i did ;)

“how many times do i have to tell you this? professor kenobi is banging that hot political science professor. that blonde one.”

“nice word choice hardcase,” a platinum blonde snorts, bringing a cup to his lips, “i think you mean professor kenobi might be having sexual relations with professor satine.”

“isn’t she the pacifist or something?” another voice chirps, “a few of my friends have taken her classes. they’ve all said the same thing about her.”

“and that is?” the blonde arches a brow, his voice raised to a shout over the music.

“do we really have to talk about professors and class right now? shouldn’t we be celebrating our survival of the first week of classes?”

“and so she speaks!” hardcase bursts into a fit of laughter, taking another swig of his bottle, “sorry, you just hadn’t spoken in a while. i thought you went out to the dance floor or something.”

swiveling your head, your eyes dart over to the corner of the car, nose wrinkling in disgust at the sight of the mass of students, bodies pressed together, sweat plastering their bodies and clothes. why were some of them wearing jeans in august? surely they were overheated, the air muggy and thick. summer in coruscant was awful, even if the sun was well set.

the scent of alcohol and sweat hung in the air, almost clouding over your booth. shaking your head, your gaze falls on hardcase, his eyes glinting with the promise of more teasing, “i would rather not be included in the student body orgy.”

“everyone must be took drunk to care that they’re getting showered in sweat,” rex mutters, “tup, do you know what time coach buir said we had practice?”

“i think he mentioned something about weights at five,” a new voice remarks, flicking a water drop at hardcase, “that means if we leave now, we’ll all be getting about four and a half hours of sleep.”

“here we go,” hardcase lets out a dramatic sigh, rolling his eyes, “typical wolffe. always gotta ruin the fun.”

“i’m just trying to look out for your dumbass because i know you’re going to bitch about it tomorrow morning. i’d rather not run laps in the morning either for any tardiness. you know how much coach hates when we’re late,” wolffe growls, before taking a glance at his phone, “i don’t know about you guys, but i’m going to be responsible and head out now.”

beside you, rex mumbles a strand of curses under his breath, leaning his head against your shoulder, “sorry but i should probably head out too. the last thing i want is wolffe bitching and shit tomorrow. you know how he is, bein’ captain and all.”

closing your eyes, you exhale, gritting your teeth, “so you’re just going to leave me here?”

“i’ll leave my ringer on if you need me,” lips graze your temple, “hey, maybe you’ll run into that hot professor of yours. he can pick up a couple drinks for ya on his tab. i got the ones from earlier on mine. don’t worry about paying me back either.”

sliding out of the booth, you allow rex to make his way past you, “is this your ‘i’m sorry for leaving you behind on a packed night’?”

“perhaps,” the blonde shoots you a wink, patting his pocket, “again, if you need me, please don’t hesitate to call. i can come get you or pay for your uber. love you.’

“love you,” shifting your head upwards, you place a gentle kiss on rex’s cheek, “make it back safe. drink some water and take some tylenol. don’t want you feeling hungover in the morning.”

“i’m more worried about the ass-beating that’ll ensue when hardcase doesn’t show up on time,” a warm chuckle fills your ear, “see ya, bestie. make it home safe.”

“i will,” you take rex’s hand, squeezing it gently, “bye.”

“bye,” rex takes a step forward, waving a hasty goodbye before catching up with the rest of the boys, loud laughter rumbling amongst the group as they make their way towards the exit.

swallowing thickly, you slide back into the booth, fingers gripping the half-empty cup. of course they all had to leave, abandoning you on one of the busiest nights of the year. students of all ages, undergrad to grad, linger in groups, chatter filling the space as the song ended, leaving a pause before the next one started.

“you look lonely,” a voice, smooth and brassy, sounds to your right.

next to your table, stood a nautolan, drinks in hand. squeezing your cup, you blink, registering he was speaking to you, “oh -- um, uh, hi.”

“mind if i join you?”

“not at all,” you shake your head, “feel free to take a seat.”

“i’ve never seen you here before,” he states, flashing you a dazzling grin, “i’m nigel, a junior in bio. how about you?”

“oh,” you pause, biting your lower lip, “i’m just in health sciences. i’m a junior too.”

“a gorgeous girl like you doesn’t have a name?” carefully, nigel slides a cup towards you, “i talked to one bartender but another brought me my drink. somehow i ended up with two.”

cautiously, you accepted the drink, but didn’t take a sip, “thank you, but i’ve had my fair share tonight.”

which, you weren’t wrong. as you sat in the booth, you couldn’t help but feel this tingly feeling, as it rippled from your head to your toes. it was almost as if you weighed nothing, as if you were bouncy and light. a blissful sensation, really.

yet, there was this other feeling in your stomach, gnawing at you, threatening to consume you whole. the leather on the seat clung to your thighs, the temperature of the air elevating a few degrees as nigel’s eyes narrow into slits, his lips falling.

“come on, you don’t want a free drink?”

“like i said,” you clear your throat, “i’ve had my fair share tonight. i don’t want to feel it in the morning, ya know?”

“hm,” nigel hums, a hand darting across the table, finding yours, “could i interest you in something else, maybe? something like you come home with me instead, and i can offer you something other than drinks? we could have some fun, and then i could eat you for brea--”

“hey love,” suddenly, a hand falls on your shoulder, “i asked for what you wanted but they were out for the night.”

glancing upwards, your heart skips a beat at the person beside you.

warm amber eyes lock with yours, nearly glowing in the dim light, “i didn’t frighten you, did i?”

“hey,” nigel’s voice cuts in, “we’re having a conversation here, bud.”

his attention shifts, eyes hardening at the sight of the nautolan, “i was not aware that they hadn’t taken the trash out for the evening.”

“m-maul--” you begin, but you’re swiftly interrupted by his lips connecting with yours.

the kiss was brief, only a mere peck. yet, you couldn’t help but melt. his lips were soft, and gods were they so tantalizing as he pulls away, glowering over to nigel.

if only a moment could have lasted just a second longer.

“i believe you should have left the moment she expressed her disinterest in you. she can hold her own but gods you must be a fly or something. some sort of pest. leave her alone.”

nigel did not utter another word, exiting the booth promptly while you remained seated, cheeks burning hot, a fiery feeling in your chest. maul cleared his throat, lingering at your side.

“do you need someone to walk you home?”

“do you always kiss your students?”

there’s a brief exhale, the zabrak’s fingers finding your chin. he was more dressed than the last time you saw him, a light cotton tee clinging to his torso, the color complementing his tattoos. a pair of heather grey shorts hung on his hips, the cotton leaving nothing to the imagination. it helped him blend in, giving him a facade that he was just like you. a student stopping by the bar for some fun.

tilting your head upwards, you meet his gaze once more, finding it increasingly more difficult to maintain your composure as he leans in, chain nearly dangling in your face.

“i only kiss the ones who have my utmost attention.”

“how did you manage to slip in without people noticing? you’re pretty popular on campus, you know.”

“kallus lets me slip in through the back,” in the corner of your eye, there’s this shiny object.

quickly, you realize it’s a six-pack of bottles. beer bottles.

maul continues, his voice gravelly as his fingers remain on your chin, “this is the only bar in town who carries this kind of beer i like. now, is that a satisfactory explanation?”

“it’s good enough,” you’re surprised that he could hear the words your voice was so low, “you should leave.”

“not without getting you an uber first,” maul sets the six-pack on the table, pulling his phone out, “what’s your address?”

“i can make it home just fine,” you scoff, “just go already before we draw in any more unwanted attention.”

“i know you can make it home just fine,” you tense at the firm tone in his voice, “i just need to know you’ll get there safe. it’ll bring me some peace of mind. also, why are you here by yourself?”

“rex had to leave,” you mutter, fidgeting with your own phone, “just go, all right? it’s not a big deal.”

“all right,” the zabrak gives in, huffing, “i’ll see you in class on monday.”

“what if nigel recognizes you and reports you?” bringing a hand to your mouth, you feel horrible for even asking the question.

but, it needed to be said.

after all, your psychology professor conducted some very unprofessional behavior. not only in front of one student, but an entire bar full of them, no less.

“don’t worry about it,” maul places a tender hand on your shoulder, “if i do, it was worth it. i’m sure that prick was too intoxicated to even establish who i was. don’t worry about it too much, okay? i don’t want you losing sleep over your professor.”

“i lose sleep over your class anyways,” taking your cup, you finish off your drink from earlier, recoiling at the lukewarm taste.

grabbing his six-pack maul shoves his phone in his pocket, clearing his throat.

“be prepared to lose some more, love. you won’t sleep much when it comes to me. see you in class.”

“s-see you in class.”

as the zabrak slips into the crowd, weaving between all sorts of species and humans, the ambiance seems to crumble away, leaving you in the booth, mind reeling, wondering what the hell just happened.

maul, the professor from your psychology class, the one you saw at the gym, nearly half-naked, clobbering away at a punching bag, also happened to run into you at the bar, stepping in to prevent any more harassment from a very drunk nautolan. he kissed you. his lips were on yours, leaving you dazed and entranced, somehow craving more.

fingers brush your lips, and for a moment you forget that they’re your own, ghosting over the plush skin where his mouth once touched.

gods, this was only fuel to the fire, this attraction that left you yearning more and more.

yearning for him.

this wasn’t a big deal, was it? surely he would’ve done this for any other student? surely he wasn’t giving you some sort of special treatment. this was just some sort of fucked up incident. a fever dream, of sorts. gods, it sure fucking felt like one.

surely this wasn’t going to make things awkward in class. after all, you were going to see him bright and early within a matter of days. maybe he’d forget about it. maybe it was nothing.

this wasn’t a big deal. he said it wasn’t.

you were sure of one thing, though.

monday morning was going to be an interesting one, that was without a doubt.

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[imrowanartist]

I've heard through the grapevine that Master Cos is Nautolan because you wanted an excuse to draw, well... a Nautolon.

Please confirm or deny.

<3

Neither confirm nor deny?

Technically, Master Cos is not my character, but a friend's. Originally we created Cos and Kio for a Star Wars TTRPG, and we thought it would be fun to have a shared backstory.

My friend was already thinking about picking a cool alien as his race, and knew I was planning on drawing all the characters. And I maaaayyy have given him the suggestion of picking a Nautolan, yes 😇

The backstory I wrote for Kio is very different from the way he evolved in our AU, so at this point I just see them as separate characters. But that's also the reason why Cos is so absent in our AU, because I don't want to take Cos' character development away from my friend.

[geodax]

Hi there!! I saw you were taking prompts! So I thought I would slid in and see if you would be interested in this one! So it's basically Obi Wan taking Ghost company with him one day when he as creche duty with just some wholesome content with baby jedi interacting with clones.

In the Creche 

As it turns out, Jedi younglings are nothing like clone cadets. For one thing, they smile without fear of punishment. No one yells at them for improper posture or not paying attention. The children play with each other and no one is left out. They laugh and sing and make a mess. The creche masters are gentle with them, correcting undesirable behavior with soft suggestions and kind words. There is an atmosphere of chaos, yet peace, that pervades the entire creche.

Cody smiles to himself as he allows one of the younglings to paint his armor. The paint will wash off easily enough, but for now, Cody allows himself to be wildly outside the uniform standards. The hands of the Nautolan girl, Kat, are covered in pink and blue paint which she is currently smearing on his pauldron after deciding that his armor was boring. A dozen other clones are receiving similar treatment from equally excited younglings.

Cody pats the girl’s head in approval. She grins up at him. Then she touches his face with her paint smeared hands. Cody hears a soft snort of amusement from across the floor. Obi-wan is sitting there and watching Cody even as he patiently allows one of youngling to play with his hair. “It’s a good look, Commander,” Obi-wan says.

“Absolutely,” Waxer says as he passes by, a gaggle of younglings at his heels as they play keep-away. Boil is chasing after them, forgetting his general dislike of other people for the time being and joining in on the fun. The rest of Ghost Company is here, engaged in various activities with the younglings of the creche. Crafts seem to be a popular choice, as is play-wrestling. Toys are flying around with the help of over-exuberant children who don’t yet have a complete grasp of their Force abilities.

His men are relaxed and enjoying themselves. The children love them. It is a pleasant change from the monotony and misery of war and battleships.

“Doing alright?” Obi-wan asks before sitting down beside Cody. He knows Cody had been nervous to come. Cody knows how to fight a war, but he doesn’t know how to interact with children. However, this is going far better than he thought it would. Cody had thought this was going to be a disaster that would have resulted in numerous trips to the medics. There’s only been one incident so far and it hadn’t even required the medics. It was only a skinned knee, one easily healed by the creche masters.

“I’m good,” Cody says. “I’m really good. Though I’ll need to remember to order more armor paint.” Cody himself is considering adding a permanent swath of paint on his pauldron to imitate Kat’s drawing. He has no doubt others will do the same to mark this day. They have so few days like these. He will treasure every moment of it. 

“Come play,” Marno says, holding out a cluster of dolls and stuffed animals.

Cody takes one of the offered toys. It’s a bantha with blue hair and comically large eyes. “What’s their name?” Cody asks.

“That’s Tim-Tim,” Marno says. “He can fly.”

Cody walks the bantha through the air and imitates the voice Waxer was using earlier. Waxer had made An’ya laugh with it, so it seems to be something that children like. “Hi, Marno,” he says. “I’m Tim-Tim.”

The young boy laughs and holds up a stuffed loth cat. Cody beams as the child responds positively to him. “Hi Tim-Tim,” Marno says. “I’m Whillie! I can fly too.” Marno sits down on the ground and scrunches his eyes shut. Whillie the loth cat begins to float shakily, before falling back to the ground. The toddler opens his eyes and scowls.

“Very good, Marno,” Obi-wan says. “Let me help.” Marno’s scowl fades as Obi-wan places a hand on his shoulder and helps Marno use the Force to float Whillie again.

Marno smiles brilliantly, then snatches up Whillie out of the air and runs to tell his friends. Cody can only watch in amazement as he chases after the other children with startling agility. The younglings are like small tornadoes with a ridiculous amount of energy. One of them has managed to Force leap up onto Waxer’s shoulders, a feat which had immediately exhausted the child and resulted in an impromptu nap. Waxer had taken the attack with grace and surrendered the ball the children had chased.

Cody leans back as he watches the chaos unfold. “Thank you for this,” he says to Obi-wan.

“Anytime,” Obi-wan says.

[uldren-sov]

DAY FOUR/FIVE

Following along with the prompts from here

DAY 4: hello kiss | gentle kiss A mishmash between the two tbh. Lowkey inspired by a bit of talk. CHARACTERS: @jedimasteramell ‘s Jac and Azred who’s mine.

Since when was he allowed to look after younglings? It wasn’t a full clan, at least, but still it was a solid group. Azred was supposed to, what? Make sure they didn’t die, obviously was one but the rest? Whoever said they should babysit definitely underestimated just how capable Azred and Jacoac were or overestimated their nerves. A simple hike through the woods turned into a verifiable gauntlet of lethal tree roots and perfectly drown-able streams at least a foot deep to Azred’s eyes.

Or maybe this was one of the most insidious tests by their masters yet, designed specifically to be the utmost stress-inducing to date. He’s faced Sith, yet watching over 12 children was the scariest challenge yet.

He knew Jac was somewhere in the forest. While he was supposed to be attending to the small group, he was actually off in the forest somewhere with the remaining three? Four? Kids with Zube. He counted the eight kids in his group and he stopped dead as he counted a second time, using his finger to physically help him count off the kids in the group. He scanned the treescape suddenly and gulped hard. He hoped that Jac did take four and not three.

One of the kids, a bouncy fair skinned Nautolan, suddenly sprinted from the back of the group. It took all of going from the back to where Azred lead in the front for the boy to trip on an aforementioned root just a foor or so away from the Jedi. Faster than he ever thought he could move he ducked down and scooped the child from crashing face first into the rock studded embankment of their little stream. He nearly spun on his heel with the sudden momentum as he swung around with the kid in his arm, planting his foot solidly in the ground after turning a full 180 degrees around.

“Whoa! That was so fast!” the boy chirped. Azred slowly deflated with a long breath, slowly letting him back on his feet.

“And why were you running that fast?” he said, settling a hand on his hip unintentionally as he shifted his weight to that hip.

“Um, well,” the boy at least looked a little sheepish. “I thought it’d be fun to think that, like, we were getting chased by something because it’s been so boring... So I was running away from it!” When the children started agreeing - and more importantly adding - Azred dragged his hand down his face.

This was going to be a long day.

An hour in and he was convinced he must be the least fun Jedi on Tython with how much he had to say “no” to the younglings. For reasonable things! No, they shouldn’t jump off a seven foot cliff into a shallow pond. No, they can’t wrap up the Nautolan boy and use him like a log trap. No, they can’t fling rocks at each other for practice. As time ticked on not only was he at his wit’s head looking after these, mostly, seven year olds, but he was running out of patience.

Was he like this 12 years ago?

... no, he was probably worse. Both Jac and him were, without a doubt, he mused as he instructed the kids to sit by the mouth of a river they were told to hike to. They’d meet the youngling’s master here, as they had the rest of their clan. But for now, they were to use the rocks they were about to use against one each other and gather them into a pile. Moving rocks while they meditated and there would be bonus points if they could get them to balance atop one another at a certain point.

He still did this exercise, though it was a bit more precise for their age group as opposed to the kids. Even so, the river rocks made for a great medium to balance on top of one another, and the rushing water served as ample distraction to make the exercise difficult for the children. A sudden galloping of footfalls sounded ever louder as the rest of their little group bounded into the embankment on Zube’s back. Jac held three kids in front of him while he had strapped one behind him and Azred took a sigh of relief as they scurried to sit with their friends and Jac joined Azred’s side. All of the group though, was entranced by Jacoac’s and Zube’s entrance, and those around the four who were lucky enough to go with Jac were immediately whispering amidst each other.

Azred tried not to take it personally.

“Miss me?” and grinned cheekily. He clapped a hand on his shoulder before Azred shook his head.

“Had fun? I made sure they didn’t all die while you did,” he said which only made Jacoac’s grin widen. 

“We weren’t going to die!” Piped up one of the kids.

“You’re welcome for that,” he said pointedly and nodded. “Come on, I don’t see any of you all doing your exercises and you know you want to get started at least before your master comes.” They all whined loudly and Azred stamped down his disapproval. He wasn’t being unreasonable, was he? Jac’s hand slid from his shoulder and rested high on his back but even then he had a feeling, a waft of intention he could feel coming from his partner. When the group started to focus more on their task, Azred led Jac back into the treeline.

“Now what-” was all he managed before he was snatched up by his head and pulled into a kiss. He sighed immediately at the feeling and let his hands settle on Jac’s chest. For a moment he thought about pushing him away, they were supposed to be doing a job, not this. But ... what could a minute away hurt? Jac’s arms slipped around him as he dared to just rest a hand against his neck. Kissing was an incredibly fortunate thing that sight wasn’t really needed for, once they got going, so it was a rare occasion that both Jac and Az were in the same boat while doing something. Or maybe Jac had the advantage, because as he felt the soft press of his mouth to his, he was pretty sure Jac didn’t have the same stomach-flipping, heart-fluttering, knees-weakening, reaction that he did. Jac pulled away slowly, enough for him to warrant a bit of a chase before shaking his head, and catching his shaking breath.

“Didn’t catch that the first time, what was that?” Jac quipped and Azred huffed. “What do you expect? Don’t see you all day and we finally have a moment of calm.” He shrugged nonchalantly as Azred felt him lace and lock his hands behind the small of his back. Milky and spiderwebbed hazel eyes stared down at an approximation of where his own eyes would be; Azred was glad that he seemed to finally make some headway with his perception through the Force.

“Oh, for you. Must be nice to be able to be the fun substitute,” he said with a cross of his arms as he felt Jac’s hands settle on his hips instead.

“- And I also figured you needed a bit of a break from being so anti-fun,” Jac concluded.

“I used to be fun.”

“Yeah, and then you caught Responsibilities.”

“One of us had to.” It earned him a laugh from Jac.

“I could see how stressed you were back there,” he said as he leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek this time. Azred hefted a sigh of relief, it was hard to look after children - wait, a minute.

“You’re not pulling that this time!” He barked at the joke; afterall Jac couldn’t “see” anything what with him being blind. “Okay, it might have taken 15 years but I finally got it, okay? You can only say that joke so many times - “ a sudden yell stilled them both as they focused back on where the group was. Further yells of panic set them off into a sprint.

It maybe took them 12 seconds tops before they were in the midst of the bank again. The 12 kids were unharmed yet one was now floating shakily above the running river which was actually dangerous and not just dangerous in Azred’s fatalistic imagination.

Not a second too late before the kid who had hold of the floating one broke concentration. Azred simply reacted, his hand was out, and the child - a young human boy - stayed floating only a few inches above the water’s surface. There was a gasp from around him as he finally remembered how to breath and in the area around his feet and the path between him and the kid, the small rock mounds were all floating as well. He exhaled slowly, the crisis averted, and he let his hand fall.

“Hey! Whose bright idea was it to think this was okay?” It was Jac now who barked, the previous kids who had seemed so enraptured seemed to be suitably cowed as they looked down, looked away, looked anywhere else than at the two Jedi. Azred walked forward, now allowing the space around him to settle, and started drawing the boy in. Jac’s snaps at the rest of the class served as a backdrop as Azred finally got his actual hands on the kid and physically pulled him into his arms. He heaved a sigh of relief, squeezing him and being squeezed in return before setting him on the ground.

“You okay, little man?” he asked and despite the obvious terror he just went through, the kid nodded. “Yeah, you are.” He ruffled his brown hair, focusing back on Jac.

“-is why things get into trouble. When you become Jedi yourself, then you can be trusted to make your own decisions. But, that’s still based off a strong foundation which, like it or not, comes from these lessons,” Jac’s tone had since calmed down but he was still stern. “It might not seem like it now, but it will when you’re older.” Azred had lead the boy back to the group and had made it back to Jac’s side, about to calm him when another, more mature voice, sounded from off their side.

“That’s one way to look at it,” came their Master’s voice. A kind smile, a glint in their eye, and soon the half that had gone with their master rejoined their half - probably only too glad to have some reprieve in the form of the rest of their friends. “What’s going on here, anyways?”

Jac kept still, posture tense, and straight. Azred stepped forward.

“A lesson, Master. In ... responsibility and consequences,” he said conspiratorially. He glanced at the kids, all of the guilty party who knew what happened seemed to have stared back. Though, it was probably only a couple of them. “How the best teacher, in the end, are the mistakes we make along the way.” He concluded.

He was almost sure he wasn’t fooling anyone, especially not a teacher, but he saw a smile, saw them scan over the group, then back at Az with a little nod.

“You’re definitely right there, Tal’zayor,” and he got a gesture towards him. “Did you all hear what he said?”

“Yes, Master,” came the chorus of children. Azred locked eyes briefly with the Nautolan boy, the one who was at fault for the incident in the first place. He gave a small smile which was replied in kind.

“Good. You two are dismissed, thanks for the help.” Azred and Jac both bowed as he gripped Jac’s robes and lead him as quickly as he could without being too suspicious away from the group, Zube trotting after them.

“I think I love you even more now, by the way,” Jac finally said after a couple of minutes of watching. Azred huffed, his cheeks burning, and finally let go of Jac’s sleeve but not before Jac snatched his hand back. 

“Haven’t lost all my fun, I guess,” he replied as Jac broke out into a grin. He leaned in and Azred accepted another soft kiss.

“You still lie to Masters to save our asses, nah I guess you haven’t lost all of it. Still. Those kids reminded me of someone ...”

“Don’t remind me.” Jac dissolved into laughter and he had to smile to himself, walking most of the hike back hand in hand.

[rekkingcrew]

Just kind of thinking out loud here. I’m interested in other people’s thought process, so I thought people might be interested in mine.

I��ve got two more palette challenges that were asked for. Definitely going to do these because they’re very good practice, especially since I’d tend to say I’m pretty weak with color (though getting better thanks to tumblr!)

There’s at least three and a half more twi’lek head sketches I want to do, only one of which I even sort of promised to somebody, but frankly that person’s been a lovely friend and deserves a nice little bust thing. I think these may end up waiting a bit because

I want to work on lines and anatomy, and I want to do a couple of pictures where I’m using references heavily and also drawing with fixed width brushes of various sizes. It’s advice I was given and I wanna give it a shot. I’ve been saving references.

I need to stop treating backgrounds as an afterthought and work on placing people in space, but I think the first step there is drawing some spaces with nobody in them. I’ve got some photo references. That’s on the list.

I’d like to make sure I’ve got a decent picture of each character in both of my gaming groups. Put it up on that crew page. I do way too much of just my own characters. I’d also like to do some pictures from the google docs roleplay I’ve been doing. There’s one of Rek and Hex that’s been in my head forever, and I don’t have the skill to do what I want with it yet, but it’s So Clear. I’ll get it. I’m working toward it.

I’d like to get in more practice on bodies interacting and characters doing things together. It’s hard and I’m not great at it. Again, references. Rek and Lyra would be fun. I love their relationship, and I miss it while the player’s swamped with work and we’re doing evil campaign instead.

I’ve worked out the patterns on that Nautolan mad scientist OC I was kicking around to be just a tumblr OC, but I wanna have decent art before I stick her up and talk about her. Also to have things a bit more nailed down. I don’t owe anybody that though, so it can wait as long as I like.

I’d also like to get faster. The exercise where I did a bunch of 2 minute sketches of Trez then gave myself five minutes on one I liked- that worked out well. I should do that for more of the characters. It’ll help me nail down some of the quirks of each and figure out how they move and look from different angles. (also, jesus montrals are hard).

I’d sort of like to have a set of canned reaction shots for Rek I can just pop into the comments of friends. Like a finger guns and a horrified and a confused and a “hey hey there sexy space squid”. It’s not a priority, but it would be fun, and expression practice, and something I could work with the references on.

I need to practice feet. I’m shit at feet. I need to practice hands too.

So that’s like... a lot. Particularly given my time to do things is kind of variable and sometimes very limited. But it’s a game plan. It’s a set of priorities. It’s something I can look back on when I’ve got half an hour and I’m asking, shit, what do I do.

Also, y’all, if you read all this way down and you have suggestions, or, like, you’re super excited about something, I do love input.

[noneedforbloodpressure]

Star Wars OCs by Tigrette-of-Fire

I’m trash who can’t resist making OCs, okay? That is a well known fact of my life. Anyway, my friend and I have a Time Travel Fix-IT AU that is just gratuitous angst, sappiness, and Obi Wan Kenobi. It was just supposed to be some fun we threw around one day but it got wayyyyy out of hand. So, have some OCs from it.

Nella Var Nella Var is a female Nautolan. At the start of Phantom Menace, she is an 8-year-old Jedi Initiate. At 10, she is apprenticed to Knight Bultar Swan. She studies Form VI lightsaber combat (Niman), and wields a dark green lighstaff. Nella’s left eye is injured on a mission when she is 17, and the subsequent infection costs her not only her eye but nearly her life. She wears a patch for about a year afterwards before getting a cybernetic replacement. Nella is knighted when she is 21. Personality wise, Nella is a cheerful gal with a knack for conflict mediation, but certainly no objection to harmless mischief. She also likes gardening. Strictly speaking, Nella could 100% exist within the actual canon of Star Wars without messing anything up - there are plenty of Jedi we never meet. Canonverse Nella follows everything previously written about her, but culminates in her death at the hands of her battalion during Order 66.

EDIT 01/14/18: Nella was originally a trans girl, but it hit me that making a member of an amphibious species (that thus might have different secondary sex characteristics) could be really transmisogynistic. The last thing I want to imply is that trans women aren’t human, or that trans women are only really women in a species with different secondary sex characteristics. Trans women are women, full stop. That was by no means the intention (I really just thought “oh, nautolans are cool” and “the idea that trans people wouldn’t exist in a galaxy far far away is nonsense” and picked an OC at random), but the more I think about it, the more I worry that’s the image trans girl Nella would give. Also, to be frank, my intentions (especially considering that I’m cis) don’t matter in the face of the real harm that would do real trans women. 

That said, I don’t want to just not have trans characters, so I plan on making a human trans lady Jedi. I’m also, you know, do a ton more research on tropes to avoid when writing/drawing trans characters. (However, if you’re a trans woman and you’re not comfortable with me writing a trans woman character, I can bench this too. Your feelings in this matter infinitely more than mine, and the last thing I want to do is perpetuate harmful, bad representation against anyone.)

Darth Invicta Darth Invicta is a female, four-lekku’d Twi'Lek (which exist, I checked wookipedia, and I cannot resist doing four-is-the-number-of-death symbolism). Invicta is 26 at the start of Phantom Menace. Since Dooku never falls in the Time Travel AU, Invicta becomes the second Sith Apprentice after the death of Darth Maul. Darth Invicta was literally invented last night, so really there’s not much else about her. Canonverse Invicta would probably be a bounty hunter or something. I dunno. Star Wars  © Lucasfilm Art, OCs © Me