Glee Anselm, an ocean planet located in the Jalor system of the galaxy's Mid Rim, the homeworld of the Anselmi and Nautolan species. Star Tours, a tour company, offered vacation tours of Glee Anselm during the Clone Wars. During the reign of the Galactic Empire, senators representing the planet in the Imperial Senate were fiercely loyal to the Empire.
The society developed by the Nautolans on Glee Anselm was centralized around local families and governments. The centralized government of Glee Anselm was comprised of representatives from the Council of Elders that governed each settlement. Elders were elected on merit, and could be made up of youthful politicians as well as the most aged members of the society. A culture that promoted life-long mates, Nautolan families were characterized by their loyalty between spouses and the equality of the sexes in the household. While arranged marriages were common in their early history, the practice had become uncommon during the Galactic Civil War. No cultural affinity for the Force ever developed on Glee Anselm, though members of the Nautolan species recognized its importance and respected those among them that were Forceful.
The Gynt family was a famous Jedi dynasty of Nautolans prior to the Great Galactic War, with the most renowned of the family being Eison Gynt, the last of the line.
While few Nautolans left Glee Anselm, their music was occasionally found among savvy music collectors. Nautolan music was composed of sustained notes held in irregular patterns with occasional pauses. These pauses were considered the most important part of the music to the Nautolans, causing non-Nautolan listeners to misunderstand their artistic intent.
The Nautolans were known as a peaceful race, and disliked unnecessary violence. However, when forced to fight, they were skilled warriors. They had great respect for what they called the “ocean spirit,” which they believed existed to maintain the balance of nature on Glee Anselm. Nautolan society was prosperous, and they were generous in sharing their resources with others. The species was most comfortable underwater, preferring to be immersed in liquid.
Nautolans lived underwater on their home planet. The first members of their species lived simply in caves, but over thousands of years, their society spread to encompass large areas of the ocean floor. At first, the Nautolans coexisted peacefully with their neighbors, the Anselmi, but after some time the Anselmi grew jealous of the Nautolans and began to threaten them and encroach upon their territory. In response to this, the Queen of the Nautolans warned the Anselmi that their actions would anger the spirit of the ocean. The Anselmi recognized that continuing to threaten the Nautolans could lead to war, and so they moved out of Glee Anselm's ocean and onto a large landmass.
The Nautolans continued to send ambassadors to the Anselmi, warning them against upsetting the balance of nature, but their representatives were consistently sent away. Eventually, the Anselmi's desire to expand led them to build massive dams to hold back the ocean itself. According to Nautolan legend, this angered the ocean spirit so much that it brought down a storm to destroy the Anselmi empire and submerge it beneath the water. The Nautolans mourned that the Anselmi had not listened to their warnings, and continued to live peacefully, keeping in mind the importance of the natural balance.
During and after the era of the Galactic Republic, land-dwelling Anselmi became very hostile towards the Nautolans, referring to them as “gill heads” and swearing that one day they would dominate them.
Nautolans, amphibious, capable of breathing both air and water. They have webbed fingers and toes. They were known to be capable of surviving in extreme environments. Their thick skin could be green, blue, gray, purple, orange, or yellow, covered in dark, mottled spots. Large, black eyes allow them to see well in dim light. Each Nautolan's head is crowned by long, tentaclelike tendrils, which the Nautolan decorates with leather bands, metal rings, or beaded ties.
These tendrils were chemical-sensing, and most notably used to detect pheromones. Nautolans could translate pheromones emitted by other beings into an understanding of a being's emotional state. This can inadvertently affect a Nautolan's disposition- for better or for worse. Nautolans tend to reflect the moods of others around them.
A typical Nautolan stands at 1.8 meters or 5.9 feet tall and weighs 75 kilograms or 165 pounds.
In the Star Wars: The Clone Wars CGI television series, Kit Fisto is shown blinking his eyes, both with expression and as a reflex. This is likely a production error, as Fisto's species was originally thought to have had lidless eyes. However, it can be explained that in the episodes in which he does this as a reflex, his eyes were exposed to atmospheric conditions that were more irritating than usual for his species - such as the fog on Vassek, the world where Grievous' lair was located.
Concept art by Dermot Power, implies that in the early stages of development, Nautolans were supposed to be somehow related to Twi'leks.
Nautolan age at the following stages:
1 - 9 Child
10 - 14 Young Adult
15 - 40 Adult
41 - 54 Middle Age
55 - 69 Old
Examples of Names: Hiskar Dorset, Kit Fisto, Ploss Niklos, Renko Losa, Pin Mako, Setel Yast, Zatt, Knox, Sulan, Jak, Fong Do.
Languages: The Nautolan language, Nautila, involved the use of pheromones to communicate. These pheromones could be used to convey complex ideas, including full sentences and map coordinates. Out of water, most Nautolans speak Basic or Anselmian. It was unusual to find a trilingual Nautolan, speaking Nautila, Anselmian, and Basic.
playing SWTOR again
god all the latest Star Wars content has been shit and The Old Republic games are a cleanse
- Black Sun Vigo
- Fluffy Female Devaronian (we stan)
- Darth Rhile
- Mando Family
Hey I’m bored reblog and tag the reason why Kageyama Reiji would kick you out of Teikoku Gakuen, and please make it as dumb as possible. <3
Every Jedi Master has a different feel to them in the Force.
Agen Kolar gives off the same feeling of a very large and dangerous predator in wait.
Jocasta Nu feels like a rainy afternoon with a mug of warm tea.
Kit Fisto feels like a hurricane depending on if he’s in an ‘active’ state or ‘resting state’— the storm or the eye— while Plo Koon is the calm before the storm.
Voolvif Monn is a cold and empty feeling, but not in a bad way, just like an open plane of ice or tundra but Foul Moudama, despite being a Talz, has a very warm and comforting feeling opposed to the climate his species is found in.
The Temple Guard Masters have found a way to use these feelings in the Force to their advantage, learning how to cloak their own individual feels in a way that is “Guard”— the feeling of a protective wall that one can rely on. And in tandem to that, it’s no surprise that when among the Guard, Cin Drallig’s presence is like a coiling Dragon around a castle waiting to defend those within the walls.
Similar to Jocasta, Obi-Wan’s presence is like a warm mug of tea, but something cozy and calming.
Shaak Ti is a gentle calm, like wind rippling through tall grass but anyone who knows her knows that the calm is a surface level feeling and that deeper down there is a ferocity hidden within her.
a/n: daemon x rhaenyra x harwin
posting this little snippet because well.....I felt like it...the rest forthcoming this week 🔥
“It’s Laena.” Fresh wails sounded from the floor, Laenor’s fetal body bobbing with his sobs. “She’s dead.”
“How?” Harwin’s voice was taut, ready to defend at a moment’s notice. Rhaenyra shook her head to calm him, let him breathe. She wasn’t sure when it had happened—when she had learned to read his moods like they were her own, and he learned to read hers in return. Sometime around Luke’s birth probably, when she almost succumbed to the melancholia in the months after the delivery. He stayed with her almost round the clock, coming through the passageway in her chambers after her ladies and guard had bid her goodnight. He held her and whispered that everything would be okay. Even though they risked everything for those moments of comfort, for the joy in their sons eyes as they played with Laenor, for the family that would always be stained with his Strong blood, his Strong coloring.
That was why she refused to allow him to return to Harrenhal weeks ago, defying his father and refusing his birthright. Let them talk, she had said, they will whether we're together or not. Abandoning his family to be the lord of a half-destroyed keep while his father kept the king's council was not in his true interest. So he left King's Landing with young Joffrey under his protection while Rhaenyra and the rest flew on dragonback. He was devoted to her, and she trusted him. More than she could say for anyone else in her life.
He reached out to touch her face, drawing her attention back to him and away from the ugly shadows that followed them both.
“Childbirth,” she could barely say it. Her worst fear had come to fruition, not for her, but for her cousin. Her kin in more ways than one.
Daemon’s wife.
Daemon’s child within her.
Daemon.
Where was he? Mourning? Raging? Blaming himself? Probably a mix of all three if memory served her. She hadn’t seen him in years. Shortly after her wedding, he jumped into marriage with Laena and they rode off on dragonback to Essos. Last she had heard they were shacking up with a lord in Pentos, their two girls with them. While she’d seen Laena a few times at High Tide over the years, Daemon had always stayed behind. Hiding from his brother. Hiding from his duty. Hiding from her and those moments they’d shared when she was just a girl. When she swore he was going to do anything in his power to keep her by his side.
But then he disappeared.
A cough echoed off the stone walls. Her page stood at the door, kicking his feet, trying not to look at Laenor’s still shaking form. Rhaenyra nodded at Harwin, knowing her wishes would be followed. He bowed and crossed the short distance to her husband, hauling him up by the shirtsleeves.
“Come, my lord, let us go find Ser Qarl and maybe observe the boys and their swordplay.” Harwin supported Laenor as they left, his loud hiccups and sniffles reverberating long after their departure.
Rhaenyra turned and smiled at her page, steeling herself for what was sure to be an omen for the coming days.
“Your highness, the Blood Wyrm approaches.”
Holy mother of... This is freaking amazing
got tired of messing around with the textures so much so here we go- danganronpa sprite style Genda, I tried my best and I guess it’s decent for the first try?
So awesome. Thank you for blessing us with these!!!
Some enki doodles and old wips that… i will finish one day i swear…