Coby Whitmore - Girl By A Lagoon

Sometimes all a bad day needs is a good talk and a good cup of tea.

Happy Mother’s Day!

Camels in Mongolia, marker sketch, 2025

Here, have a Hera I painted today!

New work posted on Ao3, and it's the first thing I've ever written that's specifically about Kanan and Hera, so I'm super excited! (It's also the first link I've tried to put in a tumblr post, so I hope it works...) Further details and summary of the story are below the cut.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: Rebels, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kanan Jarrus/Hera Syndulla, Depa Billaba & Kanan Jarrus Characters: Kanan Jarrus, Hera Syndulla Additional Tags: Mentioned Depa Billaba, Secrets, Vulnerability, Memories, Accents, Hera's accent has always been a fascination of mine, Ghost Crew Are Family (Star Wars), kanan and hera are accidentally married, Post-Star Wars: A New Dawn Summary:

Hera and Kanan have become a team since they met on Gorse. However, as that teamwork blurs into a more complex relationship that is closer to family than co-workers, they must both learn how to trust one another with the secrets they've been hiding since they were children.

Finally I drew Plo in Hanfu (Han-style clothing - traditional Chinese clothing).

I ALREADY KNEW HE WOULD LOOK FABULOUS IN IT AND HE PROVED THAT I WAS RIGHT.

I love you Plo.

Early bumblebee/ängshumla, and Buff-tailed bumblebee/mörk jordhumla. Värmland, Sweden (June 3, 2022).

[Pilate] said to the Jews, "Behold your King!" They cried out, "Away with him, away with him, crucify him!" Pilate said to them, "Shall I crucify your King?" The chief priests answered, "We have no king but Caesar." So he delivered him over to them to be crucified.

- John 19:14-16, ESV

What fading flowers his road adorn;

the palms, how soon laid down!

No bloom or leaf but only thorn

the King of glory's crown.

The soldiers mock, the rabble cries,

the streets with tumult ring,

as Pilate to the mob replies,

“Behold, behold your King!”

- No Tramp of Soldier's Marching Feet, verse 3

(If you have not heard of this hymn, you should look up the lyrics. I love the poetry of it, and it's perfect for Holy Week.)

Okay, okay, maybe The Queen's Thief crew in a SW au? Your choice on who!

HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE this was my sister's idea (ALSO I ALMOST FORGOT @aslansjedi has also written a super fun TQT in Star Wars au! Check it out here):

The Senate building was in an uproar. In times such as these, that wasn’t totally unprecedented. Usually it meant that Senator Organa or Senator Mothma had just delivered a speech that the more Empire loving representatives were losing their minds about.

This time, however, people were rioting over the results of the first vote on Sounis’s sovereignty. And also the second, which had occurred after the king, here to attend the vote, had had the doors barricaded. The second vote had gone in his favor—but the audacity of him commanding the Senate into voting his way wasn’t what was causing the chaos.

In the middle of all of this, Attolis Eugenides—husband of the queen of the planet Attolia, Queen’s Thief of Eddis (some said former. Others were far wiser), strolled through the halls of the Senate building. He was followed by a posse of flustered attendants, all of whom were trying to talk to him at once.

“Your Majesty—”

“I don’t think it’s wise—”

“Please, Your Majesty—”

The king ignored them all, as he often did. Looking decidedly regal in his embroidered and elegant garments, he stalked up to a door guarded by two stormtroopers. One of them stepped forward as if to stop him, but was skewered by a look that made him back down hastily.

The door hissed open, revealing a small sitting room. Far from the nicest in the Senate building, it was out of the way and held a tall man, sitting in a chair, having coffee. He looked up, and the look on his scarred face was startled, but pleased. Sitting at the same table was a woman with short hair and a smile a man would die to earn, but she was not the object of the king’s attention. The king of Sounis was.

Gen cocked an eyebrow at him as the door hissed shut behind him. “You shot the Emperor?”

“You gave me the gun,” Sophos protested.

Here's a second little watercolor sketch! I liked the Sabine one so much I decided to draw Satine too, and I think this one turned out even better!