Nautolan Feet V2.0

in which kakashi is a badass cop, obito is an environmentally-friendly reformed terrorist, and ‘can you pick up groceries’ is always a fight

iruka is just

why is this my life

(set in the criminals do it better AU by @blackkatmagic, pls read it it is very good)

Ossus is very pretty.

yes I made a floor plan for Din’s new ship in oh the things we left behind, no I do not have any other reason except I fucking love floor plans thank u

it’s a kom'rk class fighter/transport - this thing:

base floor plan found here

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The ceiling is sooo high

for some reason, this is making me smile

punks

I think, we should bring back evil Endou.

Just for the hell of it

Something fluffy that I’ve been working on for fun these past weeks. 

Thorn is the best bro, Stone is here to just make fun, the Trooper name is Prankster and his pranks are the reason Fox has gray hair. 

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Fictober 2021 -- Day 6

One of these nights, Xaja was going to get a full night of restful, uninterrupted sleep. Tonight was not that night, she mused as she gifted Valkorion a scowl.

“Glare all that you like, Jedi,” the former Emperor sneered as he continued to pace around her brain. “It changes nothing. You must be strong enough to defeat my children, and you will only reach that with my help–”

“Yes, yes, I know how this goes,” Xaja sighed. “You drone on about how I apparently need you to kick Arcann’s miserable cyborg ass out of the known galaxy, I point out that I killed your last two meatsuits without any Sithly intervention, you mutter about Jedi wretches and liken my abilities to a child with a lucky streak. Didn’t we already have this conversation?”

“You aren’t even a child with a lucky streak,” Valkorion retorted. “Compared to me, you are barely an embryo.”

“And compared to me, you’re old enough to be a Rakata. Ancient, outdated, and overdue for extinction.”

“Impertinent brat,” growled the dead Sith. “You would not be so flippant if you knew the powers that I yet possess, even while trapped in your head.”

“Yeah, the same ones that saved you from me twice already? I have yet to be impressed.”

“And how do you think to free yourself of me when you can hardly stab yourself with one of your lightsabers?” Valkorion chuckled cruelly. “You are bound to me, Jedi.”

“Eww.” Xaja made a face; immature though her reaction was, she was gratified to see Valkorion roll his eyes. “I’ll figure out a way to get you out of my head, and then I’m throwing your miserable spirit into a black hole.”

“I’m curious to see how you’ll achieve that.”

“Through sheer fucking spite.”

“Petty as well as impertinent, and ungrateful. Or have you forgotten how you survived Arcann’s lightsaber?”

“Again – spite.”

“I am many things. The embodiment of ‘spite’ is not one of them.”

“No, ‘embodiment’ would require you to have a body. Mine definitely doesn’t count.”

Valkorion scowled. “I should have let you die on Asylum, Jedi. If only there were another option in the galaxy with anywhere near the strength to defeat my children.”

“Yeah, well, there isn’t. And I still don’t need your help in dealing with your spawn.” Xaja turned her back on Valkorion and imagined herself closing her eyes, banishing the old bastard from her mind. “Now piss off.”

“You will live to regret that,” Valkorion warned as he finally faded into nothingness. 

Roll her eyes though Xaja might, she couldn’t shake the feeling that the deranged old lunatic was plotting something. Shuddering, she opened her eyes to the darkness of her and Theron’s quarters on Odessen, feeling the reassuring weight of her boyfriend’s arm over her stomach and his breath tickling her shoulder. With Theron there, it was easier to close her eyes again and slowly drift off into sleep, although one part of her mind always stayed vigilant, watching for any signs of Valkorion intruding in her dreams again.