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merilles · 5 months
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"but just maybe someday we'll be, my pretty / flowers in my hair makes me wish that you were here / when my mind goes away, oh i hope that you'll be near me..."
~ flowers in my hair by wes reeve
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a-lonely-dunedain · 4 months
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happy yule to @merilles!! I simply had to draw Medwed she's so good. what if a teddy-bear was also a real bear and also a girl who wanted to be your friend. she's perfect
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ela-draws · 2 months
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I want to change my drawing program so I'm testing CSP, I think I'll keep it cause the possibilities are much better than on my usual programm and I adapted quite easily ... I hope it won't change my style too much. Here's the first artworks I did: OCs for a game on a discord server
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Medwed for @merilles
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Alphes for @toasterdrake
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suburbananarch · 15 days
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A feeling in the force
Kanan didn’t need the force to feel something off about Hera lately.She wouldn’t say anything about it but she didn’t need too…she felt so tired? Empty? Like he could taste the bitter tears coming off her though it wasn’t visible on her face.Finally He couldn’t talk it any longer.He didn’t want to push her but it felt like the unshed tears where stinging him.So as she was heading to the cockpit ladder.He took her arm.
“Hera spill what’s going on.” Hera wasn’t the pity type so he needed a different approach.
“Nothing.” She responded.
“Thats a load of bantha fodder and we both know it.”
“Oh really how could you tell? Is it Jedi powers?” She replied more as a challenge.
“I don’t need the force to tell something is wrong now please talk to me.”
“Nothing…” she said with a pause this time
Im not going to get anything from her am I?He thought to himself.
“Nothing, except for the fact that we still haven’t found a base! lothal is still under siege and I just got word from fulcrum that ry-!” Her tone was rising as she spoke ending her rant with a growl as soon as she said ry- cutting herself off.He has never really heard her mention anything about her her home or her past if that was even relevant.
“This galaxy has gone to the wolves.Im going to bed.”she was about to head up the cockpit ladder when Kanan gently took her arm and rubbed his thumb over it.
“That never stopped you before, it never stopped us before.”
“Kanan thats sweet but not now I-“ and suddenly she was transported back to ryloth.Her father Cham had gotten badly injured in a battle, so much so that they weren’t sure if he would recover.Hera couldn’t even bear to visit him in the medwing, that is until Elani said those magical words. “Nothing can stop us Hera nothing , and you shouldn’t let anything keep you from your family.Your father needs you right now.” And suddenly she was little Hera again.Little Hera who was afraid.Who missed her loving mother and father and her eyes starting to mist and as she broke into a sob and fell into her jedi’s arms.
“Shh.” He rubbed her back softly.
“Today w-was the anniversary of my moms death!It was the day everything went wrong! And my father.I keep getting news of Ryloth! My people are enslaved and the war takes more and more from us! And Im watching my father spiral and I can’t go back-I don’t want to but ugh!” She shouts with angry tears,she starts tugging at her montrails.Kanan squeezes her tighter.
“Hera I don’t know what to say.” He rubs her back again quietly.
“This was the one day where we could patch things up.The anniversary of her death.We argued but we came together and thats all gone.I miss my mother.I miss my father.” Her Twi’lek accent was peaking.
“Hera we will get through this.” He responded now with a smile.
“Sometimes Im not so sure.” She responds with a grim chuckle.
“You taught me the power hope when I forgot it.When I was trapped in the drunk darkness, and because I feel it.
“In the force?” Hera asked.
“In you.” He said kissing her forehead gently.
Thank you guys so much for the support it gave me so much motivation to continue writing and slowly I will reveal more of the backstory.🥰.Don’t worry my OC backstory is plenty tragic and if anyone hasn’t seen it yet check it out in still tweaking it and looking for feedback.I decided to do something a little but different since Kanera is the current winner and I lack patience. (There is some Rebel Captain art in the works.) anyway I wrote this myself and I hope you like it.
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arofili · 3 years
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men of middle-earth ❅ northmen ❅ headcanon disclaimer
          Beorn was a Skin-changer, a Man who could assume the form of a bear. His people once dwelt in the Misty Mountains, and their legends tell of great spirits who would sometimes dwell alongside them and even take one of them as a mate from time to time. Thus a strain of Maiarin Song came to be among certain branches of these mortal Men, granting those families so blessed longer lives and certain magical abilities.           But when orcs came to the Mountains, they were not numerous enough to fight the monsters off. The orcs slaughtered these Men until only a small number of them remained, enslaved or driven away. Beorn’s ancestors were among the survivors, who fled to the eaves of Mirkwood and scraped out a living for generations. They dwindled further, mingling with other groups of Northmen and Woodmen, until only Beorn’s mother remained of the old people, carrying with her the memories and legends of the Mountains.           When his mother died at the hands of orcs, Beorn discovered he possessed the magical abilities of which she had sung to him as a child: he transformed into a great bear, destroying the goblins, and remained in his bestial form for a full year before he could return to his Mannish body. Grieving and overwhelmed, Beorn retreated ever further from the Woodmen, establishing his own Hall and cultivating his abilities. He treated outsiders with great suspicion, and killed any orcs he came across, and only accepted one visitor to his Halls: Radagast the Brown, an eccentric wizard who claimed to have known the ancestor-spirit who had given him his powers and helped him learn to control them. Often his mind was turned to the Mountains of his people’s origin, and he swore to himself that one day the orcs would be destroyed and he would return to the homeland he had never known.           From Radagast, the wizard Gandalf learned of Beorn, and in a time of need he gambled on Beorn’s hospitality. Fleeing the Great Goblin’s soldiers, Gandalf led the Company of Thorin Oakenshield to Beorn’s Hall, relying on Beorn’s hatred of orcs outweighing his dislike of dwarves. Beorn was not pleased to welcome so many raucous houseguests into his home, but he was deeply troubled by news of the orcs gathering for war, and agreed to aid the Quest for Erebor.           After the Company departed into Mirkwood, Beorn left his Halls in bear-form and scouted out the goblin armies. Angered by their might, he rushed to Erebor as fast as he could and arrived just in time to fight in the Battle of the Five Armies, rescuing Thorin Oakenshield’s injured body and killing the orc-general Bolg. The Battle was won, and the goblins decimated, and seeing at last the value of cooperation Beorn allied himself with the Free-peoples of the North.           Beorn accompanied Gandalf, Bilbo, and the Elvenking Thranduil on their journey back to the west, and he hosted them in his Hall for Yule, along with some Woodmen, his distant kindred, to whom he opened his doors for the first time. This began a lasting friendship between the Skin-changer and the Woodmen, and in the years to come Beorn became a great chief among the Woodmen, taking one of their people as his spouse.           This was Medwed, a mighty warrior and hunter whom he taught the language of beasts. Once they also could communicate with animals, Medwed forsook the eating with meat and adopted their husband’s diet of honey and cream, tending to his beasts and cultivating his hives of giant bees. Medwed bore Beorn one child, Grimbeorn.           When Medwed passed away, Beorn bid farewell to his people and his son, leaving Grimbeorn to succeed him as chief, and at last heeded the call of his heart, returning to the Misty Mountains to seek out the song-spirits who had granted him his magic. It is said by his descendants the Beornings that he still dwells in the Mountains, walking in the shape of a bear and singing with the spirits of old.
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As per the DIY blorbos post you recently reblogged from me, I gather you have OCs. Please, tell me ALL about them? Especially the random little things that you just. LOVE
!!!!!! yES OHO YES BLESS YOU THANK YOU THIS IS THE MOST EXCITING ASK EVER I MAy have spent the entire day at work watching the clock 'til i could get home and answer this slkjkfdsf but here are tidbits about some of my blorbos!!!
Bracer: a very nice man, a Corrie medic who secretly ends up a husband and father - though he never gets to meet his child D: but we wont’ talk about that; he’s a little younger than Kix and was basically mentored by him on Kamino - Kix is his ori’vod and up until deployment, his best friend. They don’t get to talk much after that, but they keep in touch as best they can, and Bracer ends up thriving on Coruscant. His trainer knew he would and pulled some strings to make sure he was sent there; Bracer dreams of becoming a real chemist and hopes to take classes when the war is over, in the meantime he gets to mess around in a lab and also with a sticker machine. He loves kids very much and always stuffs his pockets with stickers and candy for those that hang around the Corries’ headquarters. Sometimes they draw him pictures in return and he’s working on getting a sleeve tattooed that’s bits and parts of all their drawings put together. Oh, and he got his name bc he is an absent-minded darling who doesn’t always think things through and decided to sedate his trainer while he was on Kamino in order to make him take a nap. It...did not end well for him and his face is permanently lopsided now, but the sedating part itself worked quite well so he does the same to Fox almost immediately after he arrives on Coruscant. Also he keeps pictures of his daughter’s ultrasound images in his armour and his wife lives in perpetual anxiety that he’ll accidentally leave them somewhere, but those are the one thing he never loses. They’re just too important to him.
Knack: works in the medwing with Bracer, is a mix of medic and mechanic - he’s one of the clones in charge of maintaining the medical droids and equipment. So named bc he is Salty (NaCl) and usually looks annoyed with life but he’s a very loyal friend and a caring one, once you look past the Perpetually Annoyed Eyebrows. He knows about Bracer’s marriage and as-of-yet-unborn daughter and secretly looks forward to being an uncle and then he has to tell Bracer’s wife about Sad Things and ends up trying to fill the role of father figure instead but anyways
Ulya: a smol girl, a little child. She’s Fi and Parja’s daughter and their eldest, she’s got Fi’s eyes and Parja’s hair and a personality all of her own; most of the clan thinks she takes more after Fi but Fi sees Parja’s steadiness and selflessness in her. Ulya is just the happiest little girl, always giggling even though she’s not very talkative, and often shy. She takes longer than her cousins to start talking at all and she has the crooked spine/lung issue combo deal that some children are born with and eventually grow out of; she will too but in the meantime her family (specially Fi and Kal) goes rather easier on her than usual for a mando child cause she just can’t keep up and also they are extra protective of her. She loves music and Fi takes her out for trips in their speeder just so she can listen to the radio with him and dance in the front seat while Parja’s not around to say it’s dangerous. She’s very much a daddy’s girl really; sometimes Fi has bad head days or just plain drowning-in-bad-memories days and has to go be quiet away from everybody else except his girls, and Ulya always seems to know and searches him out to give him cuddles and sit in his lap until he sends her away to sit with Kal instead, or make cookies with Ny, or help her uncles with their chores. She clashes with Parja sometimes cause she always wants to do what Parja is doing in the shop and doesn’t like to be told no, she can’t play with power tools and sharp bits of metal, but she admires Parja greatly and always has to have her hair done exactly like her mum’s. She especially admires how brave Parja is around Mird, Ulya is more than a little afraid of Mird. But Parja lets Ulya hold her hand whenever Mird is around and tells her uncles off if they start teasing her about hiding behind Parja, so Ulya thinks someday she might be okay with Mird - maybe when she’s a little bigger and looks less like a strill-sized snack.
Versie: a senator’s aide, a dramatic darling, an idealistic nuisance with warm gold eyes and delicate freckles and soft black hair and a deceptively porcelain-doll-like appearance - in reality she’s stubborn and passionate and yells a lot, though she’s very short so her voice gets high and squeaky very quickly and it’s hard to take her seriously. Especially for the clones, who can all easily pat her on the head or swing her over their shoulder without warning (which they very often do, esp Jaing). Versie finds out secrets she is not supposed to know and is hunted down by one of the commando squads; luckily for her it is Omega Squad and as soon as she sets eyes on Niner she thinks ‘yes I can trust this man’ and tells him absolutely everything, which is in hindsight a bad idea but turned out well for her. Niner “duty is my middle name” Skirata does not like the idea of Treasonous Things going on in the Senate and takes her to Kal, who thinks once she’s given up her information she can be dropped off on some nice remote planet with a new identity but nooooo Versie is not about that. She will not leave and she sets out to make herself useful, in the meantime she falls head over heels for Niner because who wouldn’t and oh boy is that a struggle cause this is Niner we’re talking about - esp after Certain Events in which he does not come home and Versie just about loses her entire mind. But everything ends alright of course bc i am a Sap and can’t actually write angst without immediately making it better XD
...there’s more under the cut oh gosh slkdfjdsf this is getting so long but -
Kythiree: a cardigan-wearing, insect-loving, ex-Jedi padawan accountant who works for the GAR’s finance department and is specifically in charge of the Coruscant Guard’s bookkeeping. She’s very good at forging handwriting (don’t ask her why, she won’t tell) and does sneaky little math tricks to give the Corries new caf machines and potted plants and nice new mattresses whenever they need them, she keeps Fox company during long nights of paperwork, and she rattles on about butterflies and beetles to him until he falls asleep at his desk - which she doesn’t mind in the least, it’s kind of her goal XD She knows her mother was a Nightsister and she assumes her father was a human, but she doesn’t know anything about them - she was found in a spaceport wandering around by herself when she was a toddler and taken to the Jedi temple cause she’s got mild Force abilities courtesy of her mother, but she wasn’t really good enough to make the grade, so when she found out it was AgriCorps or nothing, she chose nothing and left the Order to go to school instead. She’s still on good terms with the Jedi, though; she collects specialty tea for Obi-wan in exchange for unusual insects he finds on his excursions, and she gets her former best friend and Jedi knight Indra (who’s very good with animals) to come tour the Corries’ kennels with her once in a while. She also partially inherited her mother’s grey-white skin and she’s got the usual pale grey eyes, and then thanks to her dad she has hair slfjdssj naturally it is sort of blonde-ish, but she loves colour! So she dyes her hair bright bright red, it hangs in a sheet down to her knees and has about a million beetles and replica flowers braided into it at all times. And she’s always got layers and layers of colourfully patterned clothing; long dresses and tunics on top of those and cardigans on top of those.
Fiddler and Pins and Pens: i need to develop them further but - Pins and Pens are besties, Fiddler was part of their squad on Kamino and their friend but he got assigned to the Guard and Pins and Pens got assigned to the front lines. Pins is so named bc he is entirely disorganized and scatters hair pins wherever he goes, Pens is so named bc he wanted a name that matched his best friend’s and also bc he always has a stylus stuck in his bun. Fiddler is an artist and just the most warm-hearted of lads, Fox adopts him on sight after he attempts to fend off a mean senator.
Nibbler: a literal toddler, a baby clone, a menace. The bane of Alpha-17′s life, but also a ray of sunshine in it. So named bc he likes to bite people, or furniture, or soap - it’s all the same to him, if it exists, he’s going to either lick or bite it. Has seemingly endless energy and is honestly a very good-natured toddler, if you ignore the aforementioned energy and biting and general penchant for mischief.
....that was really long i beg your pardon!!! but those are my most beloved DIY blorbos...thus far XD i am in the process of fleshing out an entire happily ever after AU for repcomm which means there are going to be about a thousand children D: and even more wives D: and i am starting to understand why the author did  not let them all have a happy ending if simply for her own peace of mind slkdfjdslkf anyways. anyways for now, these are my beloveds <3
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merilles · 5 months
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medwed 🌸💛
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merilles · 3 months
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bear cuddles are the best cuddles!
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merilles · 11 days
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Medwed's Meadow
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merilles · 8 months
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bingo boffin writing about his adventure thus far in his little journal and reading it all out loud to my beorning OC medwed~
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merilles · 8 months
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medwed, the beorning!
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merilles · 4 months
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medwed, by my dear friend @/roadkillled! she looks full of love and wonder, thank you 🥺💛
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merilles · 8 months
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some doodles my friend (alas, not on tumblr, but an amazing artist and person) did of my beorning OC medwed!!!
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merilles · 8 months
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another medwed the very kind and talented @a-lonely-dunedain drew for me!!! 🥺🩷
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merilles · 8 months
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medwed 🐻🐝
"at any rate, he is under no enchantment but his own...as a man he keeps cattle and horses...he does not eat them; neither does he hunt or eat wild animals. he keeps hives and hives of great fierce bees, and lives most on cream and honey."
~ j.r.r. tolkien, the hobbit
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merilles · 5 months
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what if you were an elven huntress in exile and i was a beorning emissary to the free peoples...and we were both girls? haha. jk...unless 😳💚
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