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The Omen’s Captain

Victor Farley x Mainland!Reader

Genre:  Adventure mostly. 

Warnings:  Mentions of violence and death.

Summary: The reader has awoken in an unfamiliar environment, and is quickly introduced to the captain of the ship they’re stuck on, and the captain soon after offers the reader a deal.

Words: 2.5K

Notes: This oneshot ends with a choose your path kind of deal! Enjoy! 

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The first thing you felt against your face were the warm, welcoming rays of the sun. Your eyes felt slightly heavy, but you forced them open anyway, feeling a slightly unfamiliar rocking sensation where you lay, or had been laid. The first thing they gazed upon was the wooden beamed ceiling above your head. It didn’t look familiar to you in almost any sense of the word. You started to move, propping yourself up on your elbows to better survey your alien environment. Though, somewhat surprisingly, it hadn’t been as strange as  you’d originally expected. You were resting upon a rather soft, single bed, the mattress which was supporting you covered in a nice yet slightly off-white sheet. The pillow your head had just been resting upon was the same sort of colour, but ever so slightly firmer, maybe it had been recently replaced. As you sat up further, you took note of the large bay window at the rear of the room, a desk placed just before it. Oddly, the chair and the tables contents had been positioned so that they faced away from said window. There were shelves, chests and other containers tucked away in each corner, a few small candles and an only slightly larger, and still wooden, chandelier faintly lighting the cosy abode. At least, that was what you assumed it to be.

You quickly swung your legs over the side of the bed frame, noticing two doors, and therefore seemingly two exits.Where they led you weren’t sure, but you didn’t want to find out just yet, in case there was danger lurking in wait beyond them.  You take a moment more to survey what surrounds you. It was well decorated, despite it’s mostly wooden interior, with a lush carpet underneath the desk and chair, and a few small, yet sparkling trinkets dotted about everywhere. You could not remember how you wound up in this bed, in this room. The last thing that you remember was a drowsy awakening on a sandy beach, before fading out of consciousness again. But that seemed a far cry from where you were now. 

You got to your feet, creeping towards one of the doors. You pressed your ear against the wooden surface, closing your eyes and listening intently. You hear indistinct speech and footsteps rushing about quickly. You pry the door open, peering out of the crack that you have created. Outside the room was a ship’s deck, bustling with life and work. People were running left and right, yapping to one another as another, unseen person issued orders, which you still struggled to make out. You opened the door a little more, your pulse racing, unsure of the intentions of these people. After a moment, you close the door again, making sure that the sound was soft, even though you were almost certain that the crew outside wouldn’t have heard it even if it was loud.  It was time to try the other door. You scuttled across the floor towards it, trying to keep low, in case you were spotted from the window- though you couldn’t see any shapes moving through it. You quickly found out why. Pulling the door open, you were greeted with a railing, and then the open sea. You sighed quietly, and stuck your head out a little bit further. The small balcony ran round the back of the ship and out of sight, but you didn’t think you’d really be able to get anywhere with that. You duck back into the cabin, and ponder on what to do. 

Those on the ship didn’t seem to have hurt you whilst you were unconscious, which was a plus. So, why were you in this plush cabin? You assumed it must belong to the cabin of the vessel, which still had you slightly baffled. You moved back towards the first door again, pushing it open until it clacked against the wooden steps just beside it. A couple of people glanced at you, giving you an odd look, before you stepped out further. The deck was seemed almost grey, and there were deep, dark patches where sea water had splashed up onto the surface.  A young man- presumably the first mate of the ship- trots down the stairs to your left to investigate the slight hesitation in some of the crew’s movements. The first mate was a rather rugged man, and by his messy hair and beard, it'was clear he didn’t care too much for his physical appearance. He had deep brown hair that was almost black, and eyes that were practically the same hue. He wore a simple white shirt, but with a red and yellow buttoned up coat, and a dark yellow pair of trousers. He also had brown boots on, that went up to his calf. He is about to question them on their lack of work, when he spots you out of the corner of his eye, still standing in the doorway of the cabin. He cleared his throat, looking over his shoulder to the platform above you both. “Captain!” He called, giving a small salute out of respect, then beckoning him down, not wanting to shout all that much. His voice was distinctly Australian. Had you really traveled so far across the world? He stands back to allow his superior down the steps, hands behind his back. The crew also stop momentarily, but immediately start with their chores again when the presumed captain calls; “As you were.”  This man’s voice was entirely different to his first mate’s, quite clearly an Irish voice. You decided to push the questions about their amalgamation of accents in the crew away, looking up to the Captain to see who you would be addressing. 

The Captain walked with an air of confidence, almost hopping down the steps two by two. His sandy brown curls bounced with the movement, his black leather boots clacking against the wood with each and every step. His beard and mustache were a similar colour to his hair, if not a little bit darker. His long coat was a deep emerald green, and reached halfway down his calf. It’s hem was a deep grey, a strange complimentary colour to choose. He wore a grey waistcoat, and a white longsleeved undershirt, which matched his grey trousers. “What seems to be the problem here, Stubbs?” He asked his first mate, clasping his hands behind his back. The man he addressed gestured towards you, and the captain turned his gaze, a bright smile spreading over his lips.  “Ah, you’re finally awake!” He chuckled softly, stepping towards you. “Allow me to introduce myself.” He gave a short bow, “Victor Farley, Captain of The Omen.” He tapped his boot on the deck below as he spoke. You’re about to open your mouth to ask him how on earth you ended up on his ship, but he held up a hand to silence you. “We found you on the shoreline of Ruby’s Fall- an island we had to stop at for supplies. Well, we couldn’t just leave you there in good conscience.” He explains, putting his hands on the belt that held up his trousers. You nod slowly, glancing around. You couldn’t see any sign of an island... Anywhere.  “So... Where are we now?” You ask, figuring it’s probably a good idea to find out where you actually were. Farley looked to Stubbs for a moment; “Somewhere between the Devil’s Roar and the Wilds, would I be correct?” He asked, and Stubbs nodded.  “Yes, sir. We’ll be coming up on Galleon’s Grave within the next day or so.” Stubbs clarified.  “Good man.” Victor clapped him on the shoulder, and the two shared a rather fond smile. “Would you mind standing at the wheel in my absence? I’m assuming that our guest here will be wanting some explanations.” He gestured towards you for a moment, and Stubbs nodded.  “Of course, sir.” The first mate smiled again, starting to trot up the stairs that Victor had descended from a few minutes prior.  “Oh, and Stubbs?” Farley called, causing Stubbs to stop and turn for a moment. “Make sure that Destiny doesn’t do anything reckless whilst I’m gone.” The two men chuckle with one another, before Victor gestures for you to follow him back into his cabin. 

“Now, I’m sure you’re absolutely bursting with questions-”  “I think that’s a bit of an understatement... Sir.” You tell him, a little more comfortable now that it was only the two of you, and you were alone. Victor chuckled quietly, taking off his coat and putting it on the back of his chair. “Of course, of course.” He nodded gently, unbuttoning his sleeves and rolling them up his rather toned arms. They were speckled with dots and lines, branching off in different directions across his skin. Your brows furrowed slightly, as you tried to make out what they were. They didn’t seem to make any words, or even be morse code. Victor spotted your almost curious look, “Star constellations.” He told you, rolling his sleeve up a little bit more. On his shoulder were more lines, and a faint shape of what the stars were supposed to make. “The eagle.” He told you- the one below it, on his forearm, just seemed to be a collection of almost random straight lines, though. “What about that one?” You query, pointing to it.  “Oh, that’s...” He has to examine it a little bit closer to figure out which one it is. “That’s the feather.” He chuckled, seemingly at himself for not being able to remember which one it was. 

“Moving on,” Victor continues. “If you so wish, I can explain to you how we happened upon you,” He offered, rather kindly. You nod a little bit, and take a seat on the bed again, he didn’t seem to mind it too much.  After clearing his throat, Farley begins.  “We were passing through the Devil’s Roar- a rather dangerous area of these seas- heading towards Ruby’s Fall for a supply run. Stubbs; my first mate, and the man who called me down once he saw you awake, spotted you on the shoreline, unconscious, but breathing. Both me, him, and our third, young lass by the name of Destiny, agreed we couldn’t just leave you there. You could be attacked by skeletons, or worse, caught in a geyser or hit by a flaming rock.” He shrugged lightly. You figured it was as simple as he put it, a matter of your life or death. “So,” He went on, “We decided it would be best to bring you along with us, and fill you in when you woke up. Which is what I’m doing now.” He laughed gently, and it was a rather pleasant sound. “Now, it’s up to you. You can either stay here with us, become a part of the crew, or, we can take you to Galleons Grave, and you can try to leave the Sea of Thieves yourself.” He offered to you. “Unfortunately- as much as I would like to- we cannot take you to or through the shroud ourselves. Not only would it cripple our ship and our supplies, but we do have a schedule to adhere to at the moment. And I would rather not face the wrath of the merchants.” He mused quietly, leaning against the table as he spoke. He folded his arms across his chest, looking to you. “So... What do say? Fancy living life on the Omen?” Your brows furrow slightly as you think.  “Well, I’ll need to know more... What it would entail, what your morals are, things like that.” You explain, and Victor nods in agreement.  “Ah, what a smart one you are.” He joked, laughing again. “A fine set of questions.” He shifted his stance slightly, more sitting on his desk than leaning against it. 

“Our individual loyalties vary from faction to faction, but as a whole, more often than not, we sail for the Order Of Souls...” He noticed your rather spooked expression, and explains further. “It’s not as bad as it sounds.” He held out a hand to stop you from protesting. “It means we kill skeletons.” You both share a chuckle. It seems he understood why your mind had jumped to something so drastic so quickly. “Though, we do also save lost souls from time to time.” He said to you, stroking his beard and mustache slowly in thought.   “We have a few gold hoarders here too- now those lot do what the name says. The higher ups in that faction have hoarded so much gold they’ve been cursed by it.” He shrugged, “I don’t blame them for keeping gold, but they’ve got more than they know what to do with.” He paused again, looking to you to make sure that you were still paying attention, he didn’t want to bore you. “Then there’s the merchants... Self explanatory, I think. We have one or two here with us, one of them being Stubbs. I, personally, am not fussed on them. I stand neither truly with nor truly against. I just don’t like their animal runs.” He moved round to sit in the chair at the desk. “And finally, the last faction available to new sailors... There’s the Reaper’s Bones. Now, that’s the faction you do have to worry about, especially when you come across an entire Galleon devoted to them and their cause.”  “Well, what do they do?” You ask, unsure whether you want the answer from Farley’s description.  “Anything and everything.” Victor told you. “They’re in it for both the gold and glory, and will stop at nothing to get those two things. They’re a tough lot.” He leant back for a moment. “We have one Reaper aboard this ship. Her name is Destiny. She’s reckless, but she gets the job done good and proper.” He nodded slowly as he spoke, assuring himself of his own words. 

A silence falls briefly over the pair of you, before a thought came to your mind. “Wait... You said those were factions available to new sailors... Does that mean there’s another one?” You asked, and Victor grinned.  “Oh, you really are a bright one! Bright as the North star!” He chuckled, clasping his hands together. “There is one more faction, but only for the most elite of pirates. There are very few sailing the seas today, as most have... Passed on. Become true legends!” He told you, and you had a feeling that this is what Victor wanted for himself when he eventually passed away, whenever the day came. “The Pirate Legends that still live on these seas serve the Athena’s Fortune... I shan’t tell  you much more than that, I think that would spoil the surprise.” He gave you a subtle wink. “If you choose to stay, that is. If you do, you may well find out one day. If not, well, then I suppose it will remain a mystery to you, an unanswered question.” He shrugged lightly. Silence falls again, and you begin to think to yourself. 

“Well, now you know just a little bit more about the world around you, and what we as a crew stand for.” Victor spoke again. “You of course have a day or so to think on it, but... Would you care to join us?” He extends a hand to you. 

Do you take it?

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To Alessandro: R@IL ME ALREADY HHNNNGGGH

from Alessandro; In the words of my sister, 👀

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To Alessandro: are you stupid I don't need the med-bay, I need YOU >:(

From Alessandro; No, I think you very much need the medbay. :) Or quite possibly a session with one of the nurses on the psychiatric ward. 

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Not really questions, I'm just a simp.

For Alaana: I would let you hit any day, just saying. If Obi-Wan isn't there one day, you know where to find me ;)

For Alessandro: hewo soft boi, wanna come and r@il me? UwU

For Victor: Sir, please... just... mmm. That's all I have to say.

For Othkiir: I swear to god, if I start simping for you... smh.

From Alaana; 👀 (She didn’t actually say anything, she just gave a look.)

From Alessandro: I...Are you okay? Do you need me to take you to the med-bay?

From Victor; What? Did you start eating a pineapple? Wait... Did you start eating a pineapple.. Without me??

Othkiir: 👀 (He learnt that from Alaana)

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The Stranger At The Festival

Title by the wonderful @ellieisdreaming ! 

Alaana Rohikshuul x Coruscanti!Reader

Genre: Fluff mostly, very brief mention of angst/aggression. 

Warnings:  Very brief aggressive behaviour against the reader. (It is non-violent but still aggressive.) 

Summary:The reader has come to experience the festival of the new year on Tmryn for themselves, because despite the world being at the very edge of the outer rim, the festivals are supposedly worth the trip out there. 

Words: 4.1K

Notes: - I know that people don’t usually read ocs x reader, but I just want to say I worked really hard on this, so any and all notes are really appreciated!  - Improper/Grammatically incoherent English/Basic may be used when certain characters are speaking. This is not a mistake. Not all characters are native English/Basic speakers, and so have learnt it as a second language. It is not making fun of anyone, nor is it a mistake. It is just there to add depth and realism to the characters who speak in that manner. It was not written to offend anyone, and I apologise if it does. 

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To say that you had been anxious to make such a long and supposedly grueling trip to the edges of the Outer Rim would have been a little bit of an understatement. The trip was longer than most, further than Tatooine by quite some length- both in time and distance. This was merely one of the things that gave you concern. You had never flown too far into the Outer Rim, you quite liked the feeling of being so close to your home. Being separated from a place where you had such fond memories made you feel a tad uneasy. You had been assured and reassured by many of your friends and close companions that the journey would be more than worth it- Obi-Wan and Anakin had said that the sights of Tmrynish festivals were a true scene to behold- “It was like a vision from some sort of deity”, Anakin had recalled- and Padme had not stopped talking of how beautiful the views of the holds and city dwellings from the mountain ledges could be in the twilight. 

So, here you were now, sitting eagerly on the edge of the plush seat of the ship- that classic shine of Nubian metal reflecting the brilliant glow of the Tmrynish sun from it’s position in the dark void of empty space off in the distance. Out of the window, the view of the terrain below astounded you- brilliant hues of greens and earthy browns of the enormous and fabled forests, marvelous rich blues and teals from the rivers and seas that held numerous forms of life, and even the dotted white of snow-capped mountains,which helped to shield the holds at their feet from most directions, from either attack, invasion, or natural evils that plagued all worlds.

You eventually settled back into your seat when you started to land- though the crew seemed a little nervous. The captain had promised you they had made the trip many times, but that didn’t hide the glint of fear in the crew’s eyes. But fear of what? Landing incorrectly? No, that couldn’t be it. 

You were so wrapped up in your thoughts and theories that you hardly felt the craft land on the hard stone of the landing pad. You- and your few fellow passengers- began to rise out of your seats, hastily grabbing your belongings one by one. You had been advised not to take too many devices that would need regular recharging, as only those with enough money or status could afford the technology like that in their homes. Workplaces had them, sure, but it was highly unlikely that they would let outsiders use their equipment. Keeping this advice in your mind, you had firmly settled on travelling lightly- a few garments to last you the week, the odd bit of necessary technology that didn't need to recharge over short bursts of time.  

So, when you first set foot on the dampened earth of Tmryn, you allowed yourself a minute to take in the scenery that surrounded you. 

The almost makeshift landing pad was surrounded by trees- tall, towering life forms that overshadowed all besides the mountain off in the distance. They towered so high that you could hardly see their tops in the warm sunlight that just managed to reach the ground. They had thick trunks, and needle-like leaves that rattled quietly in the gently breeze that washed through them. A few of the needles fell and bounced about your feet, but they were soon lost in the green moss-like grass beneath your boots. It was as if they no longer mattered in the greater scheme of the planet, they were no longer a part of it's plan. 

The visions that had been painted in your mind's eye by others who had visited the Tmryn system did the place a great disservice, nothing they had described could ever truly compare to the terrain that threatened to overwhelm you. You didn't allow it to, however, taking in each piece carefully as your eye glided over it's surface.

Snapping out of your nature-induced trance, you came to realise that the other passengers of the spacecraft had started to leave you behind. You briskly gathered your things, you didn’t want to lose the few semi-familiar faces you had.  

There were no conversations shared between the passengers of the ship during the walk to the largest hold of Tmryn, where the majority of the celebrations took place. The other holds and settlements of course had much smaller celebrations of their own, but the large hold of Doverah- named after the wiseman of the Old Triumvirate and the hold’s founder-stroke-patron- was the one that drew in all the tourists, and even other inhabitants of the system. It was full of life of all kinds, varying species and dialects, and even slight variations in tradition, depending on households and other influences. 

It seemed peaceful and harmonious, a settlement that clearly all those who took up resident within adored. Children played happily in the streets, dodging quickly in and out of their parent’s legs, nimbly evading capture from their friends. Clearly the excitement of what was to come that evening had already set in, making the various children more hyper than they normally would have been. Their parents chittered and chattered with one another, keeping an eye on their young but letting them play as they pleased, not yet wishing to rob them of the magic childhood had over their lives.  At least, this is how they acted from a distance. 

It seemed that the stares- innocent and appreciative as they may have been- from yourself and fellow first-time passengers made the Tmrynish residents a little uneasy. Whether it was the fact there was constantly at least one set of eyes watching them as the group passed, or whether it was the fact that the group were largely unaware and unfamiliar with the etiquette of Tmrynish cities and holds and thus completely alien to them, it was hard to  say. But as the group kept moving, occasionally getting close to some residents, they pulled children close if they had any near and about to run into the path of the tourist group. If they did not have any children near, they would just back up a step or two, averting their gaze and folding  their arms over their chest. A few of the more burly looking citizens gave the tourists a harsh glare, however none of the pack seemed to notice or acknowledge this. 

Eventually the group had to trek up the side of a mountain that was the back drop no matter where you stood in Doverah. It towered over everything, and was in fact the tallest mountain on all of Tmryn. It was no wonder that this place, so high and close to the heavens above, had become  the main hub of religious sects in the system. It was custom that any and all offworlders pay respects at the temple of Doverah, to show they bore no ill will to the residents. It was with this custom in mind that the group moved, and thankfully there were no harsh winds to hinder them on their journey when exposed at such high altitudes.  The stone steps were uneven and steep, and a little nerve-wracking given the fact there was nothing protecting those from the sheer and rocky drop next to them. No one seemed to want to focus on that fact though, instead starting to notice the rather ornate carvings starting to appear in the side of the rocky path. 

The frieze ran up alongside the stairs, curving upwards slowly with the slope.They depicted an army of figures, all in rows, armoured and armed, locked in some sort of battle. Some held  spears, others were atop feline steeds, and as they reached the top of the winding stairs there were arching firing their bows at whatever enemies were at the start of the frieze- none of you could remember in your slightly enamoured state, and at the very very end there were a collection of nine figures, each distinct in their attire and stance. The entirety of the group slowed to admire this little segment of the sculpture, clearly depicting the divine beings that the Tmrynish paid respect to and worshiped. 

You were all distracted, however, when an old woman came forth from the temple, a huge smile on her face. She seemed to be the very height of friendliness when compared to the other residents of Tmryn. “Drema-Lok, offworlders!” She greeted cheerily, and though her voice did croak with the wisdom of her years, it still sounded very welcoming. She did a quick head count, and nodded in satisfaction. “I am very pleased that you all managed to find your way without any trouble..” She chuckled lightly. She leant heavily on an oaken looking staff- it was thick, and ornately carved, with similar symbols that had been scattered along the frieze. “Oftentimes a few will get mixed in unfavourable scenarios...” She seemed to be rather amused by it, still smiling softly as she slowly turned on her heel, gesturing for your group to follow along behind her. They slowly did, your fellow tourists sharing odd looks between themselves. 

There were a few more steps up into the large, gilded archway that led into the temple, and the old woman seemed to conquer them with relative ease, she probably climbed these, and the other stairs on the mountain, regularly. It was slightly odd to see though, a woman clearly so on in her years moving quickly as if she weren’t a day over thirty. Though she hobbled, and walked with the aid of her staff, she was just as fast as any of your companions.

The detailed frieze and golden archway seemed to only be the beginning of  the pure extravagance that had been poured into and over the interior of the temple. The floor was mosaic, and a flurry of golds, blues, silvers and whites. It was painful trying to think how long it must have taken to place each one of those squares. There was no particular image per se, from what you could see- instead it was a sea of different swirls, all amassing in the centre, and the mixture of colours seemed to depict the image of the skies above in the depth of night.It was truly beautiful. The others seemed to notice the beauty of the piece too, and as they were about to snap photos, a reptilian looking deacon or priest addressed the crowd; “Please, refrain from capturing the Divines and their images... Not here, good friends. Tell tales of what you see, yes yes, but let others come and see for themselves what the inspiration of higher powers can achieve... It is only just.” He spoke, each instance of sibilance drawn out a little longer than how most would speak- though the cause of that seemed to be the elongated and razor sharp teeth settled neatly in the reptilian's gums.   

With his words, those who had taken out camera devices put them away once more, as requested. The old woman, still at the head of the group, nodded softly at him. “Kogaan, Naxxus.” She smiled at him gratefully, before gesturing to the veiled Naxxus, who returned the gesture. “Naxxus is our highest ranking seer in Doverah... If he gives you advice, you would be wise to heed it...” She told your group, and there were gentle murmurs of acknowledgement from around you. Naxxus nodded again in farewell to you and your group, before moving off to speak with other smaller groups scattered around the large hall you were all stood in, the tough claws from his feet clacking quietly on the tiled floor. 

“Now, off-worlders, come this way!” The old woman gestured for the group to follow her again. “Whilst I would be glad to let you roam this great hall and pay homage to our Divine providers, we believe it that you should wear the proper attire first and foremost.” She informed, leading you all down a hallway, lit by bright and golden sconces spaced out evenly along the walls. “Not that the majority of your clothing is not practical nor respectful... It is merely not what we wear during times of religious festivities.” She explained, it seemed reasonable enough. She lead you into a sort of common room, just out of sight to where an average citizen would go when visiting the temple- unless they had requested to look at a scroll from the holy archives. 

The common room wasn’t empty, there were a few priests and priestesses, all helping one another with their regalia. They all looked magnificent. Robes were gilded at the hems, silver and gold threads intertwining to frame sapphire blue material that seemed to have a texture somewhere between velvet and silk. Whatever it was felt extremely soft to the touch, and incredibly expensive. How could you tell this? Because you were handed similar looking robes by the kindly old woman.  The group all changed fairly quickly, with only slight struggle with wrapping the sash round the waist and over the shoulders. 

There was a soft grunt and mutter from behind you. You turned slightly, still holding the robes against your body as you tried to place faith that your wrappings wouldn’t fall. Standing behind you was a tall, brawny looking feline male. His body was covered head to paw in short, grey fur, which lightened to a gentle snow white around his palms and muzzle. His muscular arms were crossed over his equally toned chest- you could tell he was well built even through his fuzz. His ears- both long and placed either side of his head, had arched downward slightly as he snarled, bearing his sharp, lengthy canines at you. “Off-worlders should not be allowed to wear garments of such fine cloth,” He hissed, starting to attract more attention. “It is blasphemous... And you..” He pointed a large finger towards you in particular. “You disgrace the clothes of the Divine providers most of all. You cannot even trust it not to be wound too loose!” He exclaimed, and at this outburst, one of the priestesses came to investigate. 

“Parthas,” Her voice seemed to be the embodiment of calm, the direct juxtaposition of Parthas’ tone. She moved how she spoke too, smoothly and calmly. Her presence seemed to soothe the entire room, even the roaring fire seemed to settle somewhat. “Friend, what is the matter? The offworlders are doing nothing out of the ordinary..” She gestured to your group, and you caught a glimpse of her face. 

The first thing that caught your attention was her eyes. They were a deep brown- a brown like the earth that was beneath your feet when you stepped outside, the provider for all of life on the planet you were visiting. Despite their dark pigmentation, they were full of life. Vibrant, sparkling life. On top of those eyes were mounted  sleek, arched eyebrows. They were not arched in a way that made her threatening to look at, but rather it was a gentle, inviting, soft arch. To frame her tanned, heart shaped face there were long, flowing locks of deep, almost raven black hair. Almost. The fire from beside you revealed it to be a very deep brown. Her posture, straight and confident,  and exuded the same calm her voice did. Clearly, she was a professional in whatever occupation she found herself in. 

She wore similar robes to everyone else in the room, however there were a few more bits of embroidery along the sash, and her antler headdress was much more extravagant- covered with little jewels and small feathers. Clearly her more expensive and lush clothes were a sign of her position and the amount of respect that she had earned both inside and outside of the temple. The headdress seemed rather weighty, but she seemed to be very used to it, she was perfectly balanced. 

A huff from Parthas drew you from your trance-like state.”They know nothing of what the cloth signifies, they are desecrating-”  “Do you know what it means?” The woman quickly retorted. “What?” Parthas’ snout crinkled to his show his confusion at her question.  “Do you know the significance of the cloth?” She repeated, slower, and the feline man started to stumble over half-formed words. It was very clear that he did not. He shuffled his paw-like feet, still unable to find any words to answer her, and unable to turn his face away from her piercing green eyes.  “Precisely, friend. Do not criticise those who suffer from a similar ailment to you. It is hypocrisy, is it not?” She chuckled quietly. 

“Uh, yes, lady priestess... My deepest apologies...” He gave a gentle bow, and the woman gestured to you.  “I think this here off-worlder is more in need of your apologies than I am, friend.” She placed a hand softly on your shoulder as she spoke. Parthas looked at you, almost grudgingly. “My... Apologies, off-worlder.” He reluctantly spoke, almost grimacing at his own words. The priestess nodded in a cue to leave, and he quickly did as you turned to face the woman, who was offering you a kind smile. “My apologies for the behaviour of some of our guards... Some of them have been brought in from other holds and settlements- rules and regulations differ ever so slightly. They’ll come around eventually, we believe. Anyway,” She paused with a chuckle, “He didn’t say anything too rash to you, did he?” She asked, seeming genuinely concerned whether you had been offended or not- and to reply you shook your head. “No, I suppose he didn’t...” You trailed off for a moment, your brows furrowing slightly in thought. “I’m sorry- and I don’t mean for this to be rude in any way- but why do you care so much about a tourist? I’ve not experienced something like that on any other planetary system... And, may I ask, why did he listen to you?” 

“Ah, many questions, you off-worlders can be most curious,” She chuckled gently. She didn’t seem to phased by your questions though. “I suppose to begin with your first question, I stepped in because I feel that all people should be given a base level of respect, until they prove themselves to deserve more or less than that amount respect. Parthas... Was not giving that respect, I feel. As for his argument of you desecrating the sacred robes, I think he is slightly misguided on his line of thought, as you are not wearing the robe in a way to mock our culture- you are actively participating in our festivities at our invitation. There are certain restrictions of course, since you were not born here, but if you cannot take part, you most certainly can watch and support.” She nodded gently as she spoke, and you started to nod with her, she seemed to make sense.  “And as for him listening to me, I am an honorary high  priestess of the temple.” She told you with a smile, and you mirror her smile.  “Honorary?” You echoed, “Why only honorary?”  “Because I have a primary occupation- but my family is respected enough for the temple to still grant me an honorary position here, since I cannot permanently fill the position I was meant to take because of my current place in the galaxy.” She told you. For a moment, you can’t think of what to say. It was a rather long-winded explanation, and  you can only just about wrap your head around it.  “Oh?” Is all you can think to reply with.  She chuckled gently at you. “I am a Jedi,” She explains, “Therefore, only an honourary Priestess.” This, more simple explanation, helps you understand a little more. You nod, falling silent for a minute.

After a few more minutes, she broke the almost awkward silence between the two of you. “I think that it’s time we get on the move,” She said to you, gesturing to the other members of the group you had journeyed here with. You nodded in agreement, moving back to the wide hallway, hanging towards the back of the group, so as to keep speaking with your new guide. “So, would it be alright if I asked your name?” You ask politely. 

“Of course.” She replied, just as politely. “My name is Alaana Rohiikshuul.” She told you. “And may I ask you yours?” She looked at you with a slight til of her head. “ (Y/N). (Y/N) (L/N).” You respond, with a slight nod of your head, trying to think of what to say next. You clear your throat before speaking, “I don’t mean to seem rude, or ignorant, but what festival are we attending? We weren’t told all that much before coming here, besides it being the new year?” You asked, prompting her slightly.

“Ah, yes. It seems that people in the Inner Rim have stopped trying to explain what our festivals and rites are like or are for.” She mused gently. “Like the Inner Rim with their parties, fireworks and the like, we too celebrate the coming of the new year- albeit in a way some may deem more ‘primitive’. The festival not only celebrates another year passing, but honours the Divine that the Tmrynish believe watches over the very concept of time itself; Don-Zeh. We call it the Donzic Rites.” She fills you in quite gladly on everything. “There’s a lot going on throughout the night, so don’t be afraid of missing something. Besides, not even the Tmrynish always take part in everything.” She chuckled softly, and you smile along with her. Her company was calming, and soothed your anxieties of being in such a different setting to what you were used to. 

You were about to ask another question about what precisely the evening would entail, but you were quickly distracted by the distant sound of music fast approaching as you made your way down the mountain with the tourist group and your newfound friend. Almost as soon as you all reached the streets, you were split up from one another, whisked away into the dusk with singing and dancing, feasting and drinking. Whilst on paper, the generic ideas of the activities would have ordinarily taken place on Coruscant too- but the Tmrynish seemed to put their own little cultural twist on everything, it was colourful, and indescribable. You realised now why Anakin had some difficulty trying to convey everything to you.There was simply too much to try and get through. The lights, the colours, the sounds, the food- everything. It all amassed in this beautiful, divine and it was just an atmosphere you couldn’t replicate anywhere else, even if you poured your heart and soul into it all. 

At some point during the evening, you found yourself sitting upon a felled log just outside the city walls, where the celebrations had spilled out to as the night had continued. You were staring up at the ink black space above, identifying a few of the planets here and there- though they were much smaller than you were used to. Whilst distracted, you didn’t notice a figure sit beside you, taking off their headdress. “Had enough for the evening?” She asked, and when you turned your head you realised it was Alaana, her voice immediately making you smile. You chuckled softly;  “I am a little worn out...” You admit, and she nodded gently in understanding, she seemed to be in the same state at the moment.  “Was it the dancing?” She asked, an amused tone to her voice. You sheepishly nod. “Not to worry, (Y/N), even the Tmrynish get worn out from their own dances... It means you’ve danced well.” She told you. It seemed reasonable enough. 

Barely even noticing your own movements in your drowsy state, you rest yourself slightly against Alaana’s side. She doesn’t move in protest, just smiles up at the sky, the stars and planets reflecting in those deep, chocolate brown orbs. “Thank you, for earlier today...” Your soft, and almost sleep-filled voice fills the silence between you both.  “You don’t need to thank me.” She replied, quite bluntly- she really felt that you didn’t need to thank her for what she had done, she was just doing what she believed was right. You nod softly against her shoulder as your eyes grow heavy. Unable to stop yourself, you drift off into a deep, and restful sleep, Alaana letting you rest against her for the rest of the night. 

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Kyden: How did you find me?

Nova, incredibly unimpressed: There was an explosion

#these two are like their parents but... opposite #like kyden is like Ani and Nova is like Obi #it makes no sense #but hey #it's funny #star wars ocs #star wars incorrect quotes

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From Stubbs to Victor:

Stubbs: 'Sir, I must point out that you are looking quite dashing today.'

Me: Alright, I'll let him know you said so.

Stubbs: 'Wait what? I thought you were joking when you said you would tell him!'

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For Victor:

You're hotter than the Ashen winds 🥵🥵🥵

From  Victor

Thank you. Ramsey did say that my portrait looked rather dashing, and who am I to argue? 

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Another question for Victor...

What if I told you that... You can't find Destiny. Ever. She's gone. She vanish. No more barrel sorting :)

From Victor; I seem to have lost the ability to read your handwriting. Therefore I shall ignore whatever this is.

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Questions:

(For Alessandro) Why you so damn attractive?

(For Victor) What are your opinions on fishing? Do you like it, do you think it's a waste of time? I need awnsers!

(For Alaana) What made you want to become a Jedi?

(For Othkiir) You know you're adopted, right?

Alessandro;

In all honesty, I was not aware that I was attractive. Should I be taking this as a compliment? I suppose I should, that’s what’s polite, isn’t it? So, thank you, for the compliment. 

Victor;

I mean... It gets us food. And money. So, it can be useful. Apart from that, I don’t overly have an opinion on it. 

Alaana;

I didn’t actually have much of a say in becoming a Jedi. My family- a very prestigious bloodline on Tmryn- decided that me and my brother would become Jedi as soon as they realised that we were Force sensitive. At five winters we were sent to Coruscant, and ever since then I have devoted my time to discovering the mysteries of the Force to help the future Jedi who are as curious as I am. 

Othkiir;

What? No, I’m not. What the kriff are you talking about? I am incredibly confused. 

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Fandoms I will be writing for + the original characters within

Including a brief summary of each. 

Birds of Prey Valerie Steward - Crime boss, rival of Roman Sionis, has Renfield Syndrome, usually likes the most expensive and lush possessions. Has very large circles beneath her (In a social/hierarchical sense).  Can be incredibly eccentric, and very passionate.

One/Omni- The first of the Blackcoats, a large group of highly trained marshal-like operatives. Omni himself usually does not get involved in combat, and pays close attention to details. 

Two/Hyinth- The second in the first thirteen/High Council of the Blackcoats. Isn’t quick to rush to violence, though they will do what they must to get things done. 

Three/Cettie- The financial backer of the council. Doesn’t usually get involved with the violent sectors of the organisation, she finds it a waste of time. 

Four/Aven- Pure bodyguard material. That’s it, that’s Aven. Not himbo- he’s to smart and sharp for that- just muscly man who will protect at all costs.

Five/Aretha- Now when I tell you that this woman knows how to kill someone and get away with it, I mean it. She trained to be Valerie’s understudy in a sense, and has perfected her own technique in disposing of people when asked.

Six/Giga- The techie. Honestly, they know so much about random stuff they will RAM it down your throat. They’re also kind of jokey, hence the pun. 

Seven- Seven gave up his name when he was fairly young, and is now one of the most powerful and down-to-earth of the Blackcoat high council, as he is the one who oversees the training regimens.

Eight/Axel- A total wild card of the group. Rarely follows orders, and lashes out with violence fairly frequently. He’s honestly a big softie though. 

Nine/Jerra- Usually the one that gets sent in when they need an undercover job done, or a mole of some description. He’s a phenomenal actor. 

Ten/Rocsas- One of the youngest. He’s very ‘in’ with the word on the streets of Gotham,and often informs the council of riots/coups that are being planned by the gangs of the city of crime.  

Eleven/Ixi- Iris/Thirteen’s twin. They are very detached, and don’t often show emotion in the work place. It is suspected that they show lots of affection in a domestic setting though. 

Twelve/Brutus- As his name suggests, he is the strongest of the group, naturally born this way and has honed his skills in since starting training. He is very protective, and follows orders. Not always the brightest spark though, but occasionally he will get a good idea. 

Thirteen/Iris- Sometimes referred to as the ‘softest’ of the High Council, as she is much more compassionate than the majority of her peers. She doesn’t mind it all that much, and often interjects in debates with the more emotional side of the story. 

Twenty-Six/Kalmiya- Almost an entirely blank slate, she is seen as the perfect soldier. Little room for emotions, much room for logic. However, she does seem to learn social cues and expressions very quickly off of other people. 

CATS  A note- about the cats ocs; Just because they are stated to have mated with another Tom/Queen does not mean I won’t write for them. If I write for the children, the bond between parents is not usually mentioned.  

Ariadne-A witch’s cat. She is quite mysterious, but once she warms up to you she’ll adore you like there’s no tomorrow. She is able to teleport over a short distance, has slight telepathy, and sometimes has visions of the future. 

Graciette- The pub cat. Daughter of Skimbleshanks and Jennyanydots, younger sister to the mischievous twins Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer, and older sister to the young kitten Electra. She is always on  time, and is very enthusiastic about overseeing the games in the pub. 

Leviticus- The oldest triplet, son of Ariande and the Rum Tum Tugger. He is very close with his grandfather, Old Deuteronomy, and very wise. 

Squiggletigs-The middle triplet, second son of Ariande and the Rum Tum Tugger. He is usually found with Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer, he is much more playful than his older brother. He’s like the middle ground between Leviticus and Pixietrick.

Pixietrick- The youngest child of Ariande and the Rum Tum Tugger, and their only daughter. She’s very much like her father, both in appearance and in personality. 

Fantasma- The inventor’s cat, and daughter of Graciette and Alonzo. A lot of her time in the junkyard is spent finding random little trinkets and other doo-dads to use for her inventions, or just random collections she has. She’s very shy, and very sweet. 

Zilke- The blind cat, mother of Quaxo/Mistoffelees and Victoria. She tried to stick by Macavity when he was kicked from the tribe, her love blinding her to the near regicide that was committed. Eventually, she became actually blind. 

Seattine- One of the two pirate cats, rumoured to be descendants of Growltiger himself. They rarely come ashore, but when they do, they play many a shanty for old Gus. Seattine favours the concertina as her instrument, and is usually very upbeat.

Hurdeon- One of the two pirate cats, rumoured to be descendants of Growltiger himself. They rarely come ashore, but when they do, they play many a shanty for old Gus. Hurdeon favours the hurdy gurdy, and is a lot calmer than his twin sister. 

Doctor Sleep  Elva Warren- The owner of a sweet little antique shop in New Hampshire. She is always welcoming to new faces, and she knows just what cheers them up when she meets them, what to say to make them smile, all because of her Shine. 

IANOWT  Marilyn Higgins - An uncool kid like Stan and Sid, though a lot of people consider her to be less cool then them. Mostly because of all the morbid facts she spouts, especially during Science class. Probably also doesn’t help that she knows a fair few ways that the world could end that make some people uneasy.

IT  Melissa Farley- A British exchange student from a small village in Norfolk. She is very kind to those around her, even willing to take them in and introduce them to her family’s traditions and interests. She has even offered to tutor some of the Losers, should they ever need it.  Tiffany Crandall- A farming gal from Ludlow, Maine. She moved to Derry with her grandmother and grandfather after her parents were hit by a speeding Orinco truck. She is neughbour’s with Mike Hanlon, and has very little fear when it comes to brawls. It’s traffic and roads she doesn’t like. 

Moulin Rouge  Celine Bisset- A dancer in the Moulin Rouge. She is usually quite gentle, unless her client asks for her to be rougher and more assertive. She ended up becoming a dancer there because her fiance left her stranded when he ran off with another woman. 

Overwatch Asteria Murphy- After surviving an omnic siege where Blackwatch was sent to free the inhabitants of an apartment block, Asteria joined Overwatch to try and make sure nothing like that happened again. 

Mars Virgil- Son of Asteria Murphy, and Jesse McCree. Grew up in Deadlock Grange with his mother, and Robert Virgil- the man he assumed was his father. He joined Overwatch after  an attack on his mother’s diner, and found out his true family soon after.

Resident Evil Village Ihrin Moreau- Sister of Salvatore Moreau. Unlike her brother, her experience with the Cadou did not mutate her into a fish at first glance. It is when she comes into contact with water that her first stage mutation reveals itself, and her true mutated form shows when she is critically injured. She is vain and practically unfeeling unless something catches her eye.

Aeolus Aetos- Self proclaimed “Lord of the Wing”. Aeolus is a man who’s mutation made him think so highly of himself that he only concerns himself with his own problems. He is vain, and keeps himself the most pristine he can. Being mutated to appear part eagle gives him both his pride and his expert hunting skills

Mori Russell- One of the village hunters, who survived the lycan attacks by fleeing into the forests, and hiding out of sight. 

Lena Vaughn- Daughter of the local brewer. Also survived the lycan attacks, but because of her skill with a shotgun rather than running away. 

Shallow Grave Deirdre Sullivan- A failing artist who moved from her family home in Ireland to chase her dreams. She’s partway there, she’s just lacking in the money.Money that she has a hand in keeping away from David. 

Star Wars  Alaana Rohiikshuul- A Jedi consular/seer. She is very down to earth, and tries her best to have the mysteries of the Force reveal themselves to her so that she may write of them. It is this constant search for knowledge that has her meditating for days on end, lost in her own thoughts. Alessandro  Rohiikshuul - Alaana’s twin brother, and the slightly more impulsive of the two. This is not to say he is outwardly violent. Like Alaana, he makes sure to exhaust all other options beforehand. He is much more openly passionate.  Othkiir Rohiikshuul- A young, feline force sensitive from Alaana and Alessandro’s home planet, Tmryn. He can be a little all over the place sometimes, but he tries to do everything he  can for the greater good. 

Daesha’Tiatkin- A Twi’lek force sensitive who deserted the Jedi Order in her late teens- opting to live a scoundrel’s life. She does what betters her, and usually her alone, though you should not mistake this for having no moral compass. She is impulsive, and almost always optimistic. 

Kyden Kenobi- Son of Sith!Obi-Wan and Sith!Alaana. Captain/Commander of the Night Witches squadron in the Empire’s fleet. Usually incredibly goofy and sweet. 

Trainspotting Ava Byrne- (First film)- A philosophy student who got stuck in Edinburgh when she left her home. She got stuck in the same apartment building as Renton and the other boys, but refuses to divulge in their illegal activities.  (Second film)- Ava didn’t end up leaving Edinburgh, the best thing she managed to do was write “The Ethics of Drug Use”, which was of course inspired by the boys’ old lives. She hasn't properly seen the boys since Mark left, though she will occasionally pass Simon or Daniel in the street, and give them a semi-respectful nod.

Misc  (Special Ingredients- my original story in the works) Tex Hudson-  The eldest brother of the trio of brothers, and he was the one to change his name when he got married the first time, as if it would help him in his family’s “business”. He has quite a temper, and is usually rather gruff. There are occasions where he can be sweet, they’re just growing exceedingly rare. Sloane Sawyer- The middle brother, and arguably the most elegant of the three. Always in a suit, he acts like the perfect gentleman in front of others, however when there’s no one else around, he tends to gloat about how many kills he has under his belt.  James ‘JJ’ Sawyer- The youngest brother, but also the tallest. Standing at a whopping six foot nine, Jamie may seem like a beast of a man, but he actually quite gentle. He’s a little slower than the others when it comes to figuring some things out, but he doesn’t let that slow him down anywhere else. He is incredibly sweet, quite passionate, and not afraid to show his vulnerable side when his brother’s aren’t around. 

Victoria/Victor Farley- A pirate captain who sails within the Devil’s Ring (more on that in their first piece), and acts however they so please within the pirate code. Born as Victoria Farley on mainland England, they followed their father through to the centre of the Devil’s Ring- becoming one of his crew in the process. From there they fought on and on, till they became a ship’s captain themselves. 

Scenarios/genres I will write -Fluff -Angst -Smut* -Horror -A combination of those stated above *This will only be written when I am in the mood. Bear in mind these may take longer than usual because I have to be in the correct mindset. I will edit this when necessary

Character Q&A is currently open! 

I will include trigger warnings and such at the beginning of each Oneshot/imagine/headcanon list.

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