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Okay yes he thinks about her all the time, misses her when she's not around, heats up when she so much as brushes by him, but he's not in love with her or anything...what a ridiculous notion. 🫣
#ok.to.rb#canon x self insert#sabrinart#self insert#he has the galaxy’s biggest crush and so happens to be the worst at hiding it
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The Real Deal
#ok.to.rb#if you saw the typo version…it was an illusion#canon x self insert#self ship art#star wars oc#self insert#sabrinart
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Last Kai3po of 2023!
I designed them to look like keychain designs 💕💕
Also in case anyone is confused about what’s next to Threepio, it’s a comlink!
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Familiar Faces
Pairing: Kai3po
Word Count: 916 Words
Summary: C-3PO has a chat with a stranger. All aboard the angst train!
Warnings: Spoilers for St.ar Wa.rs Episode IX (Ri.se of Skyw.alker), mentions of loss.
“Excuse me…”
Blue eyes glance up meet his photoreceptors, and with her attention now on him, the droid continues.
“I don’t believe we’ve met quite yet.” He extends a hand to the woman, seated on a bench, sketchpad in hand.
“I am C-3PO, human-cyborg relations.”
The woman stares at him for a moment, expression unreadable, before she holds out a hand, using the other to steady the sketchbook now resting in her lap.
“…Kaiyo.”
The name seems familiar, though he’s not sure why. Perhaps it was just one of the many names of the resistance members his new friend R2-D2 had told him about.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Kaiyo,” he says, hand still in hers. He stiffens as he notices the ring on her finger before her other hand returns to rest in her lap. He debates asking about who holds the other ring, but quickly decides against it. Instead, he gestures to the sketchpad.
“May I ask what it is you’re working on? Are you an artist?”
Her lips quirk up in a smile that fails to reach her eyes.
“You could say that…”
She hesitates a moment before motioning for the droid to sit down, shifting her body to give him a better view of her sketchpad.
“Ah, is that…a starspeeder?”
“Mhm,” she affirms, turning the page to reveal more mock up sketches. “Ever since the fall of the First Order, I’ve had some more time on my hands.”
“This is quite an exquisite design, I must say,” Threepio compliments, “I am by no means an expert on starspeeders, but this one looks unlike any I’ve ever seen.”
He notices the human flush, what he has come to understand as a response to deep embarrassment…or flattery.
“Thank you. Well, you’re right, it doesn’t exist…yet. I’m working with a friend of mine who’s more adept at this kinda thing. They’re going to handle most of the actual inner workings. But…” she sighs, smiling, “I love creating new designs.”
The woman continues to eagerly show him more sketches, some of starspeeders like the first one, and others random drawings of wildlife, plants, and creatures. She seemed closed off at first, but she prattles on with an infectious enthusiasm that the droid can’t help but be drawn to. He feels as though he’s known her for longer than five minutes, combined with distant glimpses of her around the base. However, he was only activated a few weeks ago; such a thing, though strange, simply isn’t possible.
Kaiyo has flipped to another page, though she abruptly stops her excited rambles, eyes suddenly hardened at the sight of what’s on the next page. He looks down to see what the fuss is about and…oh.
“Is that…a self portrait?”
He is mainly able to tell because of the ponytail, though the anguished looking woman on page has a striking resemblance to the one sitting next to him, stiff as a board. Her eyes dart from the page to him, hand poised above the page like she wants to rip it off, crumple it up, or burn it. Maybe all of those things. Instead, she sighs.
“I didn’t mean to show you that. I…drew it as a form of self expression.”
He’s almost afraid to ask. After all, prying into one’s personal affairs is improper. However, he doesn’t need to pry when the words come pouring out of her like a leaky faucet.
“I drew it shortly after the battle on Exegol. Don’t get me wrong, a lot of us were happy to finally see the actual end of Palpatine, but…” she traces the portrait’s face almost as if she’s trying to comfort the sketched version of her.
“No war is won without costs. And he was a hefty one.”
“He?”
Her eyes widen, shaking her head as she realizes her slip up.
“Um…no one, I shouldn’t have said that…uh—“
“It’s perfectly alright if you don’t want to talk about it, Miss Kaiyo.”
“I haven’t for a while—or at least, it seems like it, but…” she fiddles with her ring, pointedly avoiding his attentive gaze.
“My husband…made a sacrifice. It saved the galaxy, and it was by no means the wrong choice. I’m…glad he did it.”
The shininess of her cheeks say otherwise.
“I’m sure that was difficult to learn of…but I’m sure it was a choice he made not just because of the galaxy, but because you’re a part of it, too.” He pauses. “I’m terribly sorry for your loss.”
She says nothing in return, even when he instinctively reaches up to swipe away a tear. His hand is metal, so it doesn’t help much, but it’s the gesture that counts, or so he thinks. Kaiyo seems to agree, reaching up to grasp his hand, still holding her cheek. She seems to lean into his touch, and it feels familiar, it feels natural, it feels—
“Threepio!”
Kaiyo yanks herself away at the sound of footsteps, quickly rubbing her eyes with her sleeve. The young recruit bows in apology for interrupting, explaining that the droid’s presence was requested by General Organa herself. The droid follows, bidding her goodbye, and Kaiyo watches. Her eyes flit down to the sketchpad, and in a fit of frustration she shuts it, tossing it next to her on the bench.
Dammit, Kaiyo. You’re supposed to be moving on from this. But how can you move on from someone who is only partially gone? The same person, just without everything that made him yours?
Note: I made this with the thought of “what if Threepio didn’t get his memory restored?” Because I think about that a lot and I enjoy the angst.
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When you leave your boyfriend unattended for five minutes and he’s already traumatized an innocent snowman
Okay I know out of context the caption and what my s/i says sounds wild but let me explain 😭
I don’t play dream.light valley myself, but I watched some play throughs of Jack’s quest and he was so adorable? He managed to upset multiple other characters by accident. The ice cream was Ol.af’s, but Jack, according to Ol.af, stuck his fingers in the ice cream because he didn’t know what it was! 😭 So the main character is forced to make a new ice cream and lecture Jack about how to treat people’s food.
#rina’s artchive 🎨#this is so random out of context I cannot imagine having to explain this to someone else#ok.to.rb#canon x self insert
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Movie date with a mechanical man 🤖💖
I was not kidding when I said I’d make Screwllum watch ghost.busters with me. By the way fun fact, Kaiyo’s earrings are supposed to resemble Screwllum’s planet!
Also version without the lighting because I like it too:
#rina’s artchive 🎨#ok.to.rb#canon x self insert#🤖 screwllum posting#by the way I like to think huohuo gifted her the pillow because they’re both gb fans#screwllum
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New insert design 🥳 (for my hoyo.verse ships)
Originally this was going to be a new design for my HSR insert, however I liked it so much I decided to use it as a base for my other hyv inserts!
My inspo was that I wanted to design for as an IPC worker, which she still is, however I’ll add the embellishments she would have when I’m actually drawing that version of her specifically.
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The first of many holiday art ideas, starring Kai3po!
I had this sketched out for MONTHS, I think since March? And I was waiting for the holidays to come around to finish it and voila! I did!
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Wingman
(Note: Kaiyo doesn’t understand Shyrii.wook)
I like to think that while most people in canon are either indifferent to Kai3po or don’t know they have something going on, Chewie is one of their biggest supporters. This drawing is supposed to be pre-relationship where Chewie is like “come on man, make a move!” Meanwhile Kaiyo is like “what is happening? 😳”
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Slimer, Snacks and Spengler
Word Count: 1165 (Yikes!)
The Ghostbusters are hosting a ghost exhibition Halloween Party, and Kaiyo and Spengler get snack duty.
Thanks to @bobmckenzie for letting me mention your s/i and Louis in here!! I love your art and your ship with him so much 🤍
Notes: Mention of alcohol, characters have a few sips. Egon and Kaiyo’s relationship is not clearly defined, but there’s something there. I don’t know what this is, I just wanted to write some Halloween vibes.
“Remember to save some for the partygoers.”
Kaiyo looked down to see Egon’s fingers brush hers, an attempt to pry the snickers bar from her clutches.
“We both agreed to have one.” She protested.
“That’s your second one.”
She paused, snapping out of what she would almost call a snickers induced trance. Sure, the others were unlikely to tell if two, maybe even four candies were missing from the batch, but Egon had said that if they allowed themselves more, two would turn into five, and so on. So, they had to set some limitations.
“Y’know, I think you just wanted an excuse to hold my hand.” She teased, attempting to distract him. “Or, you just wanted the candy bar for yourself.”
He couldn’t help but blush. “Neither of those theories are true. Besides,” he reached behind her and grabbed the Snickers wrapper she was hiding behind her, holding it up with two fingers. “I don’t need an excuse. The evidence is right here.”
Kaiyo grimaced. For some reason, everyone had collectively agreed that she and Egon would be in charge of snacks and drinks. Ray and Janine were on decorating duty, Winston and Peter were setting up the ghost exhibits and spreading the word. Louis was in charge of entertainment, which really just meant asking if his girlfriend Caitie and her band would play at the party. Kaiyo remembered him busting into the firehouse gushing like a lovesick puppy about how amazing their performance would be, and how he was really excited to show Caitie all around the firehouse after the show.
That left her and Spengler in charge of snacks. Again, a choice Kaiyo didn’t understand, as they were probably the last two people you would want to leave alone with a bunch of sweets. Nevertheless, the two managed to resist temptation and began to pour two large bags of assorted candies into a shiny plastic cauldron they had picked out at the store, before moving on to prepare the drinks.
“This kinda reminds me of the parties we used to have in elementary school,” Kaiyo remarked as she began to pour the drinks into green plastic cups.
“—Pouring alcohol?” Egon quipped, pointing to the bottle of vodka in hand. Kaiyo laughed.
“Of course not. Besides, these are for the guests. I’m not planning to drink more than a few sips tonight. I was talking about the excitement that comes with Halloween parties.” She glanced up at him.
“Did you guys have those at your school?”
Egon nodded. “A few times. I never dressed up, but I did enjoy the candy. It wasn’t something I was able to eat often.”
Kaiyo was suddenly reminded of a conversation she had overheard about half a slinky and furrowed her brows. She knew he probably didn’t want to talk about his childhood, so she decided to volunteer more information about hers. After all, while Egon thoroughly enjoyed talking to her about various topics, he was a pretty good listener too.
“You know,” she said, adding some syrup to the drinks, “One time I wanted to dress up as a ghost. I had just seen It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown! for the first time and I was dying—pun not intended—to be a ghost. I got an old linen sheet from the attic and cut holes in it. More than I needed too ‘cause I wanted to go as Charlie Brown’s rendition specifically.”
“Interesting. Almost a premonition to your current career choice. Why did you want to go as Charlie Brown?”
She shrugged, feigning nonchalance, but her stiff body language told a different story.
“My ‘friends’ told me that I was the ‘Charlie Brown’ in the group. At the time I saw it as a compliment. But looking back, it was just their way of telling me I was never going to fit in.”
Egon clenched his jaw, sliding his hand over hers. She wasn’t often solemn like this, and he wasn’t exactly sure how to best comfort her. But for her, he wanted to try.
“I hope you realize that’s more of an insult to them than it is to you.”
“Y-Yeah,” she replied, head still downcast. “But enough about them. I was more upset by the fact that my parents were pissed I ruined a perfectly good sheet, and I wasn’t even allowed to wear the costume because it ‘violated the school dress code’ or whatever.” She chuckled, and Egon couldn’t help but let out a small sigh of relief that he had somewhat succeeded in making her feel better.
Kaiyo shook her head and grinned. “Enough about that, though. Are you gonna help me with these, or what?”
“Oh, right. Of course.” He peered at the contents on the table.
“What exactly is next?” He asked. “I’ve never mixed drinks before.”
His knowledge of the culinary arts was pretty bare bones. He could cook a decent meal for himself, sure, but in college he and Ray had mainly survived on ramen with the occasional take out. And whereas he probably could have learned to mix drinks at college parties, the ones Venkman had dragged he and Raymond to ended in him leaving almost immediately.
“Don’t worry, I’m basically done with these. But you gotta help me add the dry ice when the guests come. In the meantime…” she picked up a glass, peering curiously at the shimmery lime liquid. “Can you add some to this one? I wanna try it.”
“Certainly.” As he prepared to take out the ice with tongs, he couldn’t help but notice Kaiyo bouncing on her heels out of the corner of his eye. While he was pretty indifferent to the holiday itself, he had to admit he was growing a more positive attitude to it than an indifferent one. After all, it was something that made her happy.
He carefully plopped the ice into the drink, the instant smoke reminding him of the absurd amount the ghost traps produced. Kaiyo didn’t seem to share the same thoughts though, as she placed the glass down and looked at it, eyes wide.
“Cool!”
“It’s frozen carbon dioxide.”
“Like I said. Cool.”
He smiled. “I never said it wasn’t cool.”
Taking a tentative sip, Kaiyo winced, recoiling.
“Agh, I think I’ll stick to just looking at it. Maybe Slimer can finish it.”
“Do you really think giving him alcohol is the best idea?”
Kaiyo shrugged. “Won’t know unless we test for results. Right, Doc?”
“…You two done in here?” Venkman leaned in the doorframe, already in his choice of costume for the night. His slightly muffled speech told the pair that he already had his fake fangs in place.
“Yep!” Kaiyo handed her drink to Venkman. “Wanna try the drink we made? Egie and I are gonna go put on our costumes.”
The couple walked out of the room, while Peter stared into the liquid, taking a tentative sip. Walking into the next room, he snuck it into the glass cage Slimer was being kept in for the party.
“Drink up, bud.”
#rina writes 🖊️#ok.to.rb#cw alcohol#[r]: I just called to say I love you 🧪#I’m not used to writing Egon but I tried my best! trying to get his voice right#also sorry it’s so long ;;
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Drabblecember Day 9: A Walk Outside
Okay listen. Is it like ten days after the ninth? Yes. But I was too busy to write that day and this prompt was really cute so I wanted to post something for it 🥺
875 words
Pairing: Kai3po (pre-dating)
He was so tired.
While promised that the event wouldn’t go on for long, and that he was sure to be an invaluable asset to the mission, Threepio served little purpose that night other than to be his former master’s coatrack. Granted, he was told to be on standby, should his services be needed, but at this point it appeared whatever Anakin and Obi Wan assumed was going to happen at the gala was nothing to warrant the lightsabers securely stashed away. The night had drone on for long enough, and while no verbal or physical labor had been required of him, he felt exhaustion coupled with utter loneliness. Standing still for hours, let alone with no one eager to use him for the one thing he was good for, was upsetting. That is, until his attention was brought to a flash of scarlet, in the form of a shiny red dress. The owner of said dress a familiar, not completely unwelcome sight.
“Well, don’t you clean up nicely.”
He turned to see Kaiyo grinning, gesturing to the bowtie Anakin had fastened to him earlier that evening. It had gone a tad crooked at this point.
“Thank you…you look quite radiant yourself.”
“I know,” she teased, darting her head around before facing him again. “Did you come by yourself, or is your date just in the restroom?”
He mimicked a scoff. “I do not have a “date”. Master Anakin asked me to accompany him and Obi Wan here for a mission, supposedly…although I’m unsure why my presence is even necessary at this point.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t say that.” She jerked her head towards his shoulder, suit jacket draped over.
“I believe that further proves my point.” He said.
“Well…if you’re not too occupied, maybe you could join me outside for a walk?” She sighed dramatically. “It’s so stuffy in here, not even the food is worth staying for. You’d think with how wealthy the owners are they’d at least have a decent menu.”
“A-As lovely as that sounds, I must remain here. What if I’m needed?”
“I’m sorry, how long have you been standing here doing absolutely nothing? Two hours?”
“…Three.“
“Oh, you poor thing.” She took hold of his arm, tugging him towards the exit. “Let’s get you some fresh air.”
“I must remind you, that as a droid I do not require ‘fresh air’.”
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He hadn’t protested much. Keyword much, though he knew realistically Kaiyo saw through his protests and was aware he was grateful for an excuse to take a break. While unaccustomed to the chilly night air, he slowly started to prefer it to the stuffiness of the ballroom.
“Soooo, what’s this mission about, exactly?”
“I can’t tell you that! It would go against my protocol to reveal such information.”
Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly.
“They didn’t tell you much of anything, did they?”
“Well—“ he began to protest, “I—um, of course they did…”
Kaiyo gave a small laugh, her suspicions all but confirmed.
Heat ran through his faceplate, and he glanced away.
“L-Let’s not talk about that. I’m rather curious to know what you’re doing here.”
She shrugged.
“You have your mission, I have mine. Let’s just say I wasn’t able to gather the intel I was looking for.” She pressed her lips together, hoping he wouldn’t question further. He wasn’t always adept at picking up cues, but he had someone grown to recognize her tells. One of which, he noticed, was what he understood was the natural human response to the cold: shivering. He could tell she was trying to power through it, slightly increasing her pace, and he wondered why she didn’t simply suggest going back inside.
“Kaiyo…” he began.
She paused, turning back to face him, eyes widening when she realized that she had outpaced him by quite a few feet in an attempt to generate heat.
“Oh, sorry! Am I walking too fast?”
“Well yes, but—“ she hurried back to his side as he spoke, “I was going to point out that you seem cold.”
Her cheeks flushed slightly. “It’s pretty chilly…”
Wordlessly, Threepio slowly slid Anakin’s suit jacket off his shoulder, gently placing it around Kaiyo’s shoulders.
“Oh!” Kaiyo glanced up at him, further burying herself in the jacket. “Are you sure Anakin won’t mind?”
“I’m sure if he needed it, he would have asked for it back by now,” Threepio explained. Kaiyo nodded, a small smile gracing her face. Threepio forced himself to look away.
She had no business looking so cute.
He thought if he just avoided looking at her, focused his gaze on the grass, the sky, anything else, that the rush of energy through his circuits would subside. That is, until she seemingly read his mind and decided to make it worse.
Granted, while she could technically read some minds (a perk of her mastery of the Force), he thanked the maker that such a trick didn’t work on droids.
But as she reached to adjust his bowtie, patting it down slightly with a satisfied smile that made him feel like his circuits were melting, he wasn’t so sure.
All he knew is that he was pleased that he had decided to walk with her that evening.
#rina writes 🖊️#drabblecember#drabblecember2023#ok.to.rb#listen. I love the ‘drapes jacket over shoulders’ trope so I HAD to write it#even if it means stealing anakin’s jacket for the greater good
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Drabblecember Day 6: Wrapping Gifts
Word Count: 525 words
Pairing: Kaiyo x Vincent
Summary: Vincent watches Kaiyo wrap Christmas gifts.
Notes: Brief mention of a scar. Vincent remembers a traumatic event from the past, but it’s not talked about in detail. Also Eugene is Vincent’s personal assistant.
“What are you doing?”
Kaiyo glanced up, elbow deep in a box of bows. She gestured to the surrounding wrapping paper with a jut of the chin.
“You’ll never guess.”
Vincent rolled his eyes.
“I’m aware you’re wrapping gifts. What I meant to ask is ‘why’?”
“I’m trying to get a head start. Last year I waited until Christmas Eve for some godforsaken reason, and nearly fell asleep at Christmas dinner.”
Vincent kneeled down next to her, eyeing what appeared to be a chew toy wrapped in glossy peppermint printed paper.
“For Esteban, I assume?”
Kaiyo put a finger to her lips.
“You better keep it a secret.” She teased.
“I’m sure I can manage. Although I have a feeling the shape will clue him in. My princeling is rather smart.”
She replied with a snort.
He watched her at work, working the paper with careful hands.
“You know, cherie…you could have told me you needed to wrap gifts. Eugene does mine every year, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind wrapping yours as well.”
“Oh yeah? Who wraps his gift then?”
“I find it uneccessary to wrap a Christmas bonus check.”
“Okay, fair,” she sighed, “But you mean to tell me you never wrap any gifts ever? It’s fun! You should try it.”
He was about to protest, to list one of the many other pressing matters he had to attend to, but Kaiyo shoved a box in his hands with an excited smile.
“This one’s for Kenji. Go ahead and choose a wrapping paper. I trust your judgement.”
She returned her attention to starting on another gift while Vincent eyed the almost comically large wrapping paper collection before him. He pulled out a tube of gaudy red paper peppered with reindeer. It wasn’t to his taste, but that probably meant it would be a shoe in with Kenji. He carefully placed the gift over the paper laid out on the floor before the realization hit him. Kaiyo eyed him.
“Are you trying to wrap it like, telepathically or something?” Her cheeky grin switched to an expression of shock.
“…You don’t know how to wrap a present, do you?”
He scoffed.
“Of course I know how. It’s just…been a long time. At least a decade. The last time I did was when I spent Christmas with—“ He froze, hand darting to his arm, absentmindedly rubbing a scar with his thumb.
Slowly, Kaiyo reached out with a hand, head tilted in an attempt to ask for permission. He slipped his hand in hers, clearly not wanting to elaborate on the memory.
“Umm…” she hesistantly gestured to Kenji’s gift. “Maybe you could watch me wrap Kenji’s present, and then try it yourself?”
He swallowed, filing away the memory, then turned to her, grounding himself with the touch of her hands. Warm and familiar. She gave him a gentle smile, bringing him back to the present.
“Yes…” he finally said. “That would be acceptable.”
“Good!” Kaiyo reached over him to slide the reindeer paper toward her, giving a chuckle as she noticed the paper he chose.
“By the way, nice choice of paper.”
“I’d say it was inspired.”
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I wanted to draw Kai3po kisses today…so I did ☺️
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[ 🥀 F/O Reveal] When you visit Halloween Town to catch a thief but you get a clingy skeleton boyfriend instead
Happy Halloween guys! Now excuse me while I find a hole to crawl in ☺️
#👍🏽 ok.to.rb#rina’s artchive 🎨#canon x self insert#this is a surprise to like…everyone except the two moots I told beforehand#[r]: the man of my nightmares 🎃#sabrinart
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She’s out for blood 🧛🏼♀️ fortunately he’s a robot and doesn’t have any
This is the first of hopefully a few Halloween F/O costumes! This was more just to draw Kaiyo in a costume for anything else, I think I’ll give Threeps a new costume later and do someone easier first 😭 I did a concept drawing of one of the potential costumes (under the cut)
#rina’s artchive 🎨#tw blood mention#👍🏽 ok.to.rb#self ship art#it’s between egon or one of the ladies for my next idea#c3po#sabrinart
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