#unnamed zabrak

[notsomeloncholy]

Little compilation of some character designs I've done recently :> top to bottom: Lobster-Inspired Tog (ty @jaigeye ) Watermelon UV Tog (my brand lmao) lichi zabrak, strawberry twi'lek, and grape pantoran! Star wars is simply a vessel for my brightly colored whims

#art #artists on tumblr #illustration #illustrators on tumblr #star wars #star wars ocs #swocs #fanart #kinda lol #these'll probably remain unnamed but #melons ocs #melonography #togruta #twi'lek #pantoran #zabrak

[mxescargot]

OC masterlist

misc/multiple universes

garv (fishboy)

prima (tropey good guy)

vindicta (tropey bad guy)

ursa (dark magic bounty hunter)

ari (light magic bounty hunter)

urban fantasy/superhero

premise: a timeline that diverges several years before ours where a significant minority of the population across the world contracted strange illnesses that led to various magical powers; focuses on the Eastern United States (aka what im familiar with). themes of disabled justice and solidarity.

micheal (he/they): friendly college kid who always puts others before himself, teleportation powers

jem (any pronouns): an old self-insert, shapeshifting powers

ayaan (he/they): kid with unique powers that mess with the fabric of reality, of particular interest to the villain

emilia (she/her): sociologist studying how superpowered people interact with a society built for non-superpowered people, recently gained fire/energy/plasma powers of her own in an accident

saiorse (any pronouns): software developer and emilia's spouse. he does not have superpowers

alison (he/him): evil CEO (maybe also politician?) looking to take advantage of superpowered people for his own gain. especially young, powerful superpowered people. i do not know how to write villains tbh

high fantasy: the world of An

premise: weird mix of some of the history i'm interested in, with a technological level of around the 1840s to 1860s? focuses on a governmental transition from absolute monarchy to parliamentary democracy and the greater inclusion of ethnic minorities in the political system and society as a whole. the people are sorta kemonomimi-hobbits with mammalian and insectoid features. also has eldritch shit going on in its magic system.

these are some of my oldest characters and have changed a lot, their original concept was a "five elements" thing and that still shows through.

the names are based on my conlang :> i didnt try to make the romanizations look pretty, just functional, so uhh ⟨v⟩ is a schwa and most letters correspond with IPA values but idk if thats accessible. here ill replace j with y and v with whatever letter looks best, you can see the mess of the "official" spellings in the tags. they dont exactly have a gender system like ours so pronouns are what i imagine they'd use if raised in our culture and language yk

baa'oni (they/she): activist reviving the long-suppressed/erased (idk what the right word is) life-related magic practices of their ancestors. name translates to "sundew"

lausa (she/her): noble who uses her position of power to help incite change, eventually becomes prime minister. romantically involved with baa’oni, causing suspicion and controversy. name translates to "shadower"

laanya (they/them): self insert. former water magic student reconnecting to it after trauma, also tries to get involved in activism. name translates to "river delta"

treyii (they/she/he): young and uncertain, pressure is put on him to achieve great things and they don't know where to belong. name translates to "sparks"

unnamed character referred to as "wind guy" (they/he): a vengeful prince with command over the weather.

star wars

premise: focuses on jedi fighting in the clone wars. i mostly made these characters in quarantine lol

aiya (they/xe): twi'lek anakin skywalker on a budget. padawan during the clone wars, becomes an inquisitor.

rakiss (she/they): mirialan; Aiya's fellow padawan and very close to xem. killed in O66

haalas (he/him): togruta; aiya's strict master, very loyal to the light side of the force itself and scared of losing another padawan to the dark side. survives O66, but is eventually killed by aiya, who blames him for rakiss's death.

malice (they/she/it): dathomiran zabrak who was the first padawan of haalas. left the order and turned to the dark side, but isn't with the Sith.

ekiv (she/her): rakiss's master, also a mirialan, and longtime friend of haalas. mom friend, but only because she's a people pleaser with massive gifted kid burnout. survives O66; assumes a new identity and learns how to heal.

hizta (any pronouns): tusken ex-bounty hunter who now runs a droid repair shop on coruscant. acquainted with aiya before and during the Clone Wars, aids the Rebellion.

penelope (she/they): human; old colleague of Hizta's. generally fairly cold and professional until you get to know them; actually very affectionate.

i also have some underdeveloped clone trooper OCs

hollow knight

cornu (they/them): HKsona. void-corrupted snail shaman capable of harnessing both soul and void magic.

unnamed fairyfly OC

#oc #garv kalra #prima garon #vindicta nox #ursula kareem #aurian iordanescu #micheal cao #jem #ayaan chowdhury #emilia hawthorne #saiorse hawthorne #alison prewitt #baa'oni do kesam #konod lausv #lanjv do tsora #trvjii do hiinor #wind guy #star wars #aiya ukuchaho #rakiss kaluma #haalas di #malice aggre #ekiv nasan #hizta crurogg #penelope ansemas #hk cornu #helix talks #long post

[fanfictasia]

Angstpril Day 1

“I Can’t” Alt.

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from an unnamed fanfic

Anakin glances down, eyes listlessly tracing the tiles on the floor.

He wants this to be over.

He misses Mom and Obi-Wan, and he can’t imagine continuing to live like this. He doesn’t want to do this anymore, and that’s – It’s jarring as the realization truly sinks in for the first time. He doesn’t want to be here. He’s not giving up. He just… Maybe there’s another way he can learn of the Force and be able to help people.

But how could he tell his master that? When it was Maul with Qui-Gon who freed him, and – That would be ungrateful, after what the Jedi did to him. He doesn’t know if he can just opt to leave, anyway, but he – he wants to. He wants to find Mom and Obi-Wan.

“What is it?” Maul asks, studying him, his hands strangely gentle on his face as he finishes dealing with the injuries.

“I – I miss Mom. And Obi-Wan,” he blurts.

“Being a Jedi means… sacrifice. It is never easy, but you can grow accustomed to it in time.”

“I wanted to help people. But we’re… not.”

“We have spoken of this before, haven’t we?”

It would be easier if he wanted to do something other than cry. “I think… other ways might be easier.”

“Anakin…” Maul steps back, and Anakin fights to the urge to instantly say something to placate him. “What are you… considering?”

“I – I want to find Obi-Wan,” he admits, finally.

“You know the Council will not allow that.”

“I can leave,” Anakin offers, quietly. “I – Not forever, but right now I – ”

The shock that flits across the Zabrak’s face nearly makes him want to contradict himself again, but he can’t… keep doing this. Not when it’s not helping anyone.

“He’s a Sith.” The way they say it like it’s a curse is what has him most shaken up. It’s just… Jedi shouldn’t be like that. Right?

“Anakin, you know this is a very significant decision. I understand you are upset, but perhaps you should wait to think about it until you are… calmer.”

Maybe he should be he doesn’t want to wait. He’ll do as Maul asks, but he doesn’t think he’s going to change his mind.

He can’t.

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #fanfiction #angstpril #angspril 2023 #angstpril day 1 #angstpril day one #day one #day 1 #maul #jedi maul #anakin skywalker #anakin #anakin needs a hug #anakin and maul #maul is amazing #hurt/comfort #family #friendship #angst #i can't

[justiceforc3po]

SW:TOR Legacy Masterpost

A collection of all my SW:TOR OCs in my currently unnamed main Legacy.

Republic

Colonel Vada Z'Elion

Class: Republic Trooper (Vanguard/Mercenary) Age: 24 at the start of the class story, 31 (36 with years lost in carbonite added) as of KotFE Species: Human (Cyborg) LS/DS Rank: Lightside 5 Romance: Lana Beniko, Elara Dorne, Ava Jaxo, more (polyam lesbian) Traits: Calm, Professional, Honest, Loyal, Friendly, Protective

Republic's favourite soldier turned long-sufffering alliance commander, struggling with the burden of responsibility and lesbian disaster. (she/her) Tag, More Info: oc: vada, link to oc post Neqian Zur, Barsen'thor

Class: Jedi Consular (Shadow) Age: 22 at the start of the class story Species: Iridonian Zabrak LS/DS Rank: Lightside 2 Romance: None Traits: Calculating, Direct, Strong-willed, Compassionate

Jedi diplomat with a warrior‘s spirit, strong with the mind aspect of the force and a much more kind and playful person under her strict appearance. (she/her) Tag: oc: neqian

Roa Yento

Class: Jedi Knight Age: 23 at the start of the class story Species: Nautolan LS/DS Rank: Lightside 2 Romance: Kira Carsen (?) Traits: Loyal, Playful, Proud, Unsure

Jedi with a strong and confident front trying to find his place in the world, scared of making the wrong decisions. Just a funny little guy, really. (he/him) Tag: oc: roa

Imperial

Sazari Ashago, Cipher 9

Class: Imperial Agent (Scoundrel) Age: 27 at the start of the class story Species: Human (Cyborg) LS/DS Rank: 0 Romance: Vector Hyllus, Keeper/Watcher Two Traits: Professional, Ruthless, Selfish, Dishonest, Guarded, Loyal, Indulgent

Captured SIS recruit retrained as a Cipher agent. Torn between freedom, loyalty and the last shreds of their morality. Disillusioned with the Republic and scrambling to always keep the upper hand. Eternal Sith hater and often guided by their own morbid curiosity. (they/she) Tag: oc: sazari

Lenore Kallig

Class: Sith Inquisitor (Sorcerer) Age: 24 at the start of the class story Species: Human LS/DS Rank: 0 Romance: None Traits: Curious, Distant, Ambitious, Scattered

Former slave accustomed to a life filled with strange visions she cannot control - presented with the opportunity for limitless power, knowledge and freedom, she takes it without second thought. (she/her) Tag: oc: lenore

#swtor #ocstuff #swtor ocs

[xylionet]

Does it not make more sense that the ancestors of the Great Mothers who migrated from Peridea to GFFA uhhh... hybridised with Zabraks and Humans separately (and maybe other species) once there than the Great Mothers themeslves being Zabraks?

Female Iridonian Zabrak Sugi and female Dathomiri Zabrak Ventress look quite different after all. Mother Talzin however, looks much more like the Great Mothers than Ventress.

"Nightsister" Morgan Elsbeth also looks nothing like any of these people and we never previously saw humans on Dathomir. So were her ancestors just into Humans and Ventress's ancestors into Zabrak but the ancestors themselves were the same unnamed Peridea diaspora species? Or was the species named Nightsisters thus the name being shared across both groups?

I mean I guess they could be the ancestors of both Dathomiri and Iridonian Zabraks and there was a historic schism or just genetic drift caused by the distance between the planets or something like that. And the humans could have come into it later. Or at a the same time. Or something.

Feels like there's room for a ton of history and culture development (by which I mean headcanoning) in this area.

Why am I info dumping on this? Wookieepedia called the Great Mothers Zabraks and I'm bothered.

#star wars #star wars ahsoka #star wars meta #great mothers #asajj ventress #mother talzin #ahsoka spoilers #self post

[ct-7567]

The Kyr Family!!! (aka i finally have specifics for g'ika's siblings (and parents))

I may not have their looks totally mapped out yet but i'm gonna work on that next, i think that's my main goal this weekend

I'll put it all under a cut, in order of oldest to youngest

Edit: okay after i started typing, the ideas just started flowing so I actually got kinda carried away. but thats okay bcs now theyre like, more shaped!

Asurge Kyr: Zabrak, blue skin, black facial markings and snake tattoos spirally both arms ending with the heads on the backs of their hands. 6 horns, 3 on each side going straight back connected by the facial markings. Super tall, stick thin, tends to slouch. Asurge was raised on Mandalore, was a deadly hitman, was feared across the galaxy until they very surprisingly retired and settled.

Pronouns They/He

Pops Kyr: Chiss, medium length curly hair, tall and fat. Covered in scars. Pops transitioned late in life, having lived his whole life as the wife of a abusive politician, had their child, then escaped with their child. Pops was reluctantly taken in by Asurge when they needed safe passage. Pops and Asurge fell in love while destroying Pop's ex's career and underground gambling network.

Prounous: He/Him

Bal: The Balancer. Biological child of Pops Kyr. Long dark straight hair, "picture perfect" Chiss heir. Tall. Bal was born deaf, uses Galatic Sign to communicate. Bal is stoic and serious, has a lot of trauma from seeing their Father commit atrocities. Bal immediately latched onto Asurge and looks up to them, following in their footsteps and became a bounty hunter. The Balancer is their codename.

Pronouns: They/Them

Fresa: Togruta, light red/pink skin with green montral markings. (idc if that isn't natural this is sw i can do whatever i want.) Super long head montrals. Known for her hearty and boisterous laugh and great capacity for compassion. Fresa is very sure of herself, confident, head strong. She isn't afraid to voice her opinions and she'll do whatever it takes to get what she wants. Married to transfeminine as of yet unnamed togruta, they have a toddler together, with another child on the way

Pronouns: She/Her (wife's pronouns are also she/her)

G'ika: Obviously my most posted about family member, he started it all babey. Human, pink dyed hair that's long on the top/back and shaved on the sides. Shortest family member. G'ika was found as a toddler, drowned and abandoned, his near death experience is what gave him his force touch abilities. Fresa was the one to figure out that skin to skin conact was what set him off. G'ika moves to Coruscant at age 19, 2 years before the war starts. He hopes to find a jedi chill enough to teach him gow to better control the force, feeling like his self taught methods aren't the best. G'ika cannot hold down a reputable job, resorts to underground work, freelance repair work, smuggling, and information dealing. His roommate on Coruscant is Tosa, a Chadra-Fan that agreed to let him move in with her.

G'ika's pronouns are He/They

Solus and T'ad: (yes i admit their naming is lazy on my part but i think it's funny. Their names are literally One and Two in mando'a) Twi'lek identical twins, their skin is a dark orange-y pink color. Think Thing One and Two, they're very mischievous, they're inseparable, often just referred to as "the twins", and like to trick people by switching names every so often. Very smart duo, Solus loves to build droids, and reprogrammed an SBD, Spuddie, to help around the farm, T'ad enjoys fixing farm equipment and makes makeshift blasters. They're both selectively mute, tend to keep to themselves, and will sometimes wander off and spend days away from the family camping in the nearby forest.

Solus and T'ad both use they/them pronouns

#kyr family #g'ika posting #oc: asurge kyr #oc: pops #good lord im going to have so many oc tags now #oc: the balancer #oc: fresa #oc: solus and t'ad #now to just come up with a name for Fresa's wife and children XD #hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii i actually love this family like a lot im excited to branch everyone out

[looseleafteeaves]

The Fleeting Touch of Darkness

The crackle of the cablewhip snaps and pops in the air.

Okle blindly reaches out for the fallen slave, Ospree.

Hands press blindly into the thin clothes- a pair of fingers walking up Ospree’s spine, then a gentle fist pressed right to the spine’s base. Two palms tap the shoulder blades and then Ospree is staggering to her feet, Okle supporting her under vir shoulder.

A brief grasp of each other’s forearms and both move back to mining the ionite in the walls.

The Signs seen+meanings.

“a pair of fingers walking up Ospree’s spine”- means to stand up, rise, move onwards.

“a gentle fist pressed right to the spine’s base”- remember your strength, be strong, gather your power, prepare to endure

“Two palms tap the shoulder blades” - you can persevere, I have your back, we will escape this, we move forwards together

“A brief grasp of each other’s forearms” - thank you, your message is received/understood, we stand together

The Characters Seen:

- Unnamed Minnco: originally from a planet of a similar climate to Endor, this bird-like being is small, smart, and in the case of this individual, cruel. They knowingly chose to be an overseer.

- Okle(pronounced ock-ul) a mirialan who was sold to offworld mining by vir parents. Okle was gifted the name of a small cavebird who is used to find the way to the surface after a cave in. The Minncoa call vem “Shard” after the shards of ionite mined. Okle has been on bandomeer for 8 years. Okle is 22 years old.

-Ospree is a zabrak/togruta hybrid kidnapped from a space port. Ospree is around 17 years old. Ospree was gifted the freime of a hunting predator who prowls the shadows of caves seeking out beings who are cruel. Ospree are tuned to the emotional side of the force. Ospree’s cagime is Pickk, for the tool used to mine the cave walls.

#iomeri #star wars #bandomeer slave culture #short snippet #mirialan #zabrak/togruta hybrid #space stations #bandomeer

[palpipeen]

My blog is intended for audiences of 18+. MINORS DNI.

You do not have permission to use this piece(s) or design(s) in any way, shape or form. That means: tracing, roleplaying, reposting, redistributing, altering/removing my signature, etc. is strictly prohibited.

I've decided to just yeet all my original blorbos into the void, here u go~ This art is about...a year old now WOWEE.

INFO ABOUT EACH UNDER THE CUT

So names/pronouns for each, from left to right: Koryn Dunn (they/them), Sam (he/they) (no last name yet), and Mando Hubband (he/they) (no full name yet)

Koryn Dunn is a ship mechanic from a currently unnamed planet in the far Outer Rim (might as well be Wild Space) who ran from home when they were 16-17. Being a stowaway is never a smart idea - it's an even less smart idea when the ship you hitch a ride on belongs to a renowned Pirate Queen who's name strikes fear into the darkest crime rings/families. But said Queen took one look at Koryn and Galena Mooncaller knew that the life of 'honorable crime' she'd been leading had to come to an end soon. Unfortunately for both Galena and Koryn and their inner circle of friends/chosen family, that choice to leave behind a life of crime wasn't made soon enough, and many of them still bear the scars to this day. Koryn and Galena took on contracts as auxiliary mechanics in the GAR, and in canon Koryn is the designated auxiliary mechanic for Pit Squadron. They're fast friends with Riggs, the demo expert, and JB, the heavy gunner. Their terrible trio make it a point to add more gray hair to Tock's head every day. Time will tell if Koryn is going to make it out of this war alive! (Spoiler Alert: they do.) Next is Sam. Sam was being kept as collateral against the Dathomirian zabrak known as the Night Sisters - but eventually, his life wasn't worth their effort by the Sisters. So Galena was just sort of keeping the kid around until she found a safe enough space port to drop him off and wash her hands of the whole affair. Then came along Koryn. And the two were friends immediately. Sam is two years younger than Koryn, but quickly became the protective 'leader' of their duo. Galena couldn't bear to see these two split up, or left alone in the universe for said universe to pick them apart, so kept them around. Eventually, Sam would also suffer the consequences of Galena's life of crime catching up with her. He currently lives in complete isolation due to an illness that has very nearly made one of his hearts go necrotic, and threatens to do the same to the other. But he makes a life for himself by making cutting-edge prosthetics that can simulate a sense of touch that's almost the same as the real thing. He's been working on an arm for Koryn for the better part of four years now, and since Koryn can't catch diseases easily, they're usually the only one able to see him. The two like to make a game of being disgustingly flirtatious with each other to make people who don't know their dynamic uncomfortable. They're awful and Galena blames all of her gray hairs on the two. Unnamed Mando Hubband - is an unnamed Nautolan with a very foggy past. But what is known is that he was one of the Mandalorian bounty hunters chosen by Jango Fett to help train the clone army. Specifically suberfuge and spying - thus even his existence was kept very hush-hush by the Kaminoans. But before that, he had quite a few run-ins with Queen Mooncaller. Like, a lot of them. Enough that Galena has a lot of connections she keeps up with a network of Mandalorian bounty hunters - enough to potentially make a full clan. But those are just rumors, of course. There's also a rumor that Mando Hubband trained a squad of Republic Commandos who have an auxiliary mechanic and pilot who has a lot of stories about a certain Pirate Queen. (Yes, Galena and Mando Hubband pulled some strings and got Galena the job - purely because Mando Hubband was worried for his boys and only trusts Galena or himself to keep an eye on them.) Someday, Mando Hubband will have a name! Him and Galena are very much in love and go months, sometimes years not seeing each other - but when they do see each other, it's shocking to many that they have a good relationship. They bicker a lot.

Taglist: @seeking-kharis, @thefanficsideblog, @jabbas-lightsaber

Taglist Signup is here~ LINK

#My OCs #Koryn #Sam #Mando Hubband #Mando Hubband's markings are based off of an orca and Nembrotha kubaryana #which is a type of sea slug #My Art #Koofins Art #should I make an art tag for my masterlist I probably should huh #cw smoking

[dswcp]

Is this a Cowboy Bebop reference in the DJ comic?

“DJ: Most Wanted.” Marvel. January 31, 2018. Writers: Ben Acker and Ben Blacker (for real?! That’s so cute!). Penciller: Kev Walker. Inker: Marc Deering. Letterer: Clayton Cowles. Colorist: Java Tartaglia.

#star wars #cowboy bebop #star wars comics #the last jedi #star wars dj #dj #o1mg #unnamed zabrak #sw sequels #marvel comics #ben acker #ben blacker #kev walker #2018 #smart comic alert #non-force users #droids #star wars casino #they're in trouble #possible reference?

[hyporheicflow]

mando compilation 3!! lots of lekku this time :)

part i | part ii

#my art #costume compilations #unnamed mando tag #mirialan #zabrak #twi'lek #togruta #theelin #weequay #sw ocs

[gentek]

A new chiss and tev and drev

#SWTOR #Star Wars #Twi'lek #Zabrak #Chiss #Drev #Tevra #Unnamed Chiss Dad

[sw-spooky]

2 star wars OC designs

Left: a Miralukan Politician, currently unnamed.

Right: a Young Zabrak, also currently unnamed.

#starwars #star wars #star wars ocs #my ocs art #my ocs #original character #unnamed #zabrak #miraluka

[fanfictasia]

Whumpril Day 9

Bruises

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from an unnamed fanfic

“You can come to my ship,” he concedes, grudgingly, “I was about to leave planet, regardless.”

Anakin brightens a little at that, taking off after him as he heads for the waiting ship.

“What happened to your face?” Obi-Wan asks, eyeing the bruises on his eye, and across half the side of his face actually, as they make their way onto the ship.

“I… got in a fight,” Anakin replies, something… distinctly unhappy flicking across his face.

Obi-Wan makes a noncommittal noise. “I should hope you punched them at least twice as hard in retaliation.” (At least it wasn’t the Jedi who hurt him.)

Maul gives him an incredulous look, which he ignores. The Zabrak is hovering almost awkwardly in the doorway of the hold, clearly uncomfortable. Good. He should be.

Anakin seems truly happy, though, with both of them here. Obi-Wan doesn’t remember seeing him this… eager in a long time.

“There’s no other room for you. You’ll have to sleep in the hold,” he adds, with no small measure of smugness.

Maul shrugs, clearly unfazed. Unfortunately. “I was not expecting Sith to offer better accommodations.”

“And what do you expect to do here, Jedi? Bounty hunting?”

“The Jedi has a name,” Maul says, dryly.

Obi-Wan’s about to fire off another retort, when Anakin climbing onto the bench catches his attention. He looks like he’s trying to... blend into the background again.

“And I find it suprising you haven’t asked Anakin what he wants to do, yet,” Maul adds.

That’s… a good point, as much as he hates to admit it in front of Maul.

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #fanfiction #whumpril #whumpril 2023 #whumpril day 9 #whumpril day nine #day nine #day 9 #maul #jedi maul #anakin skywalker #anakin #obi-wan kenobi #obi-wan #anakin and obi-wan #anakin and maul #obi-wan and maul #hurt/comfort #family #friendship #bruises #padawan anakin

[cobaltbeam]

Do you have any clone/jedi OC's? I love hearing about everyone's own characters 😁

(yes this is very much an invitation to ramble as much as you want!)

I don't have any clone or jedi OCs weirdly enough! I always feel like I can't give them enough personality, and i just started making my way through the OC wolrd haha

BUT! I do have two star wars OCs. Not very developed but enough that I enjoy drawing them since that's my main objective hehe

My girl Dee, who appeared first in this drawing [x] and for who I made an actual character sheet [x]

She is a tattoo artist and is so awesome. Just loves to make friends with everybody. Story-wise, I only talked about her with some friends on discord, never wrote anything down (oops) but she lives on Coruscant's surface in a little studio apartment a wealthy friend left her. The place is old but she gets a view of the sun and that's all she cares about.

She regularly tattooes clones on leave or part of the GC guard in exchange for small favors, and in turn they protect her when a client turns nasty, and they take her out for drinks (her favourite drinking buddy is Jesse, and she takes immense pleasure on dunking on his terrible tattoo like she did in this drawing [x]). Everybody chats while they get tattooed, so she also knows all the juicy gossip. she never spreads rumors, but people know she is ready to listen and won't judge.

Thanks to the clones she met some jedi, and in one memorable occasion tattooed Aayla (in a very secret place she'll tell no one shh) She has a crush on Shaak Ti, and was invited for tea on more than one occasion, maybe they can get a small love story once the war is over who knows ;)

The second OC is still unnamed and even less developed, but she is a big zabrak trans lady who is an even bigger flirt with everybody hehe

She loves jewelry and shiny things, and is a Furnace. As for her story, it's a bit sadder. she gets taken from her village young, and made into a fighter for an illelal ring across the galaxy. she ends up alright tho, a friend takes her with him and they escape!

She does have some injuries from her time there, some scars, two fake horns and some back implants.

I don't have a story or a name for her yet, but I love her dearly <3

Hope this post didn't get too long or boring, thank you for the ask Rowan!!! <3 <3 <3

#asks #oc

[thenightmarketofdathomir]

I’ve been thinking about a little scene with Feral specifically and I wanted to share: say you’re on Dathomir for work or pleasure and you find out they have hedge mazes (it’s probably better not to watch the plants too closely xD). You invite or get invited by this guy you met, Feral Opress, you start playing and running around, and things get steamy and predatory in the best way 😌 oh the thrill of getting chased around!

I regret that when I hear "hedge maze" and "Feral" and "predatory" in the same breath, things may take a slightly different turn.

Slightly less lighthearted, definitely more primal, and 200% more dangerous...

This might have been influenced by a certain discussion that might've been had on some indeterminate server someplace that will go unnamed because this anon and I have never spoken before, have we, anon? No. No no no. We're not in cahoots at all. No idea what you're talking about.

Pairing: Feral Opress x Reader Rating: Mature/Suggestive Warnings: Horror tropes, oppressive darkness, predator/prey themes, alien biology (Zabrak ridged cock), scared/horny energy

Summary: So you took a shortcut to get another drink. Oopsie.

Darkness has a weight to it on Dathomir: a heft that falls like a curtain when you veer off the path, finding yourself in a gloomier part of the forest that undulates and sprawls into little inlets and alcoves and dead ends.

Nothing and everything looks the same, and whatever wisdom you possessed about finding your way out of a labyrinth -- deliberate in its construction and purposeful in its confusion -- leaves you with the understanding that the gnarl of trees and vines and underbrush are as unforgiving as the silence.

The forest is so still that you can hear a branch crack in the distance.

It's what gets your heart thumping harder in your chest.

You move faster, feet carrying you deeper as you realize that for all your studies of the planet, you hadn't prepared yourself for the possibility of getting so lost in its wilds after suns-set. You don't know the stars here, and there are no markers in the sky to guide you.

Only the quiet. Only the crackling conference of the dry grave thorn grove in the distance, so like bones beating against each other.

"Kriff," you manage, a little high-pitched, turning on the spot. Every avenue looks the same, the end destination indifferent to the firelight of the Nightbrothers' camp. You've lost the trail, and instead of remaining calm, you shout:

"Hello? Can anybody hear me?"

Not thinking that it might attract the attention of something more adept at eating you than saving you.

"Kark."

You pick up speed, thinking the path on the left is the one that will lead you back to the safe glow of the burning braziers -- true flame interspersed with lanterns lit by ichor. It's just so quiet, and the night and the humid air and the faint whiff of graveside loam and growing things fill your mouth and your lungs, leaving you with images of overturned plots and the things that dwell deep in earth.

They only suspend the Nightsister pods. The Nightbrothers do bury their dead. But do they rise, too?

A twig snaps, and you turn, lurching and off-balance, but there's nothing in the spot where the sound emerged from save for the hungry dark, the shadows so like a maw that pulls you forward as if on a breath you stagger and stumble.

Tree roots jutting up from the path. Branches bare and sharp, reaching out to snare at your bare arms --

You catch yourself before you can fall, breathing hard, rationalizing that it's all in your head and that there's nothing to fear and you're alone out here.

And then, the shadows gather form, collecting diaphanous and shifting just enough so that the rumble of laughter that lifts and falls towards you as if on a breeze pulls the gooseflesh to the edge of your skin. The hair on the back of your neck rises, electric, and -- in that absolute darkness, a predator lifts it head to appraise you:

Gold, shining eyes in the gloom. Watchful. Hungry.

The stillness is absolutely: the roar of blood in your ears a rattling drum that fuzzes your senses as you dare draw a breath: just the one, sharp and ragged, not nearly enough to bring the oxygen to your brain.

It doesn't move, though you know it can scent your fear.

This is the end of you, you think, and it's your last thought because in the next moment, you're running.

The soft strike of footfalls behind you, muscles pumping faster than you can manage, the soft whump of earth beneath sure feet -- they have every advantage over you, because unlike you, who cannot see the roots jutting from the path, hurtle yourself blindly into the dark as your toes snag. Full-throttle. Heart in your throat. Tears streaming and legs untethered --

You fly. Your foot catches. You fall.

There's a muffled whump of contact as strong arms circuit your chest, dirt and rocks rising to your face but swept back at the latest possible opportunity. You hit, but the soft whump! of collision is you against a hard, hot chest, strong arms around you. Not the ground.

A rustle of ragged laughter lifts your hair, warm breath rustling against your ear and throat. Shaking, you don't process these things at first -- only the hard press of a body you know at your backside and fingers you've intimately familiar with bracing your chest. The curls of the ochre tattoos over Feral's knuckles look blue in the darkness, his honeyed hues of his skin equally desaturated.

"Got you," he rasps, the velvet drag of his voice a rough pleasure that tickles a little. "Told you not to wander."

You shudder, the tension bleeding out of you as you go boneless.

"I was looking for a shortcut to the bar."

Feral nuzzles your throat, scenting you. Your fear must be an aphrodisiac, because the spot where you're cradled between his legs becomes suddenly slightly less comfortable: his awareness in all it's ridged, rippling glory pokes into your lower back. Unconcerned, he smiles into your ear, baring teeth.

"And here I thought you were trying to lure me into a secluded spot to have your way with me."

His laughter shudders through your body, warming you as his hands fall down your body, coming to rest on your stomach, a thumb notched between your breasts, the other hand on your waist, fingertips seeking along the waistband.

You huff a laugh, squirming on him now.

"Ah," Feral chides. "I've caught you. You're mine now."

Overhead, the thin pinpricks of stars emerge trough the cloud cover. A little light shed on his welcome embrace, curious fingertips dipping a little lower -- like he's asking a question:

Do you want to?

Here?

Now?

He flexes his hips, and your breathing changes as you turn your face into his neck.

"You scent different when you're scared." His usual silk and gravel tone dips, "I like it."

You still, feeling him behind you at once: your saviour and your captor, stronger by degrees, faster by a league, but still -- not beyond a challenge.

"I tripped. It was hardly a challenge for you."

The quiet stretches. You can feel his every measured breath, sure and steady beneath your body: an invitation against your backside.

"I can scent that you like this," he says, softer, as if he knows that this is turning you on.

"It is. But I don't want it to be over yet."

Feral's smile is brilliant in the dark, but he smothers it, ducking his head into your throat where he lays a little kiss.

"Then I have a suggestion," he hedges.

And you lift your gaze to his: gleaming, and a little narrowed with mischief; his smug assertiveness that softens you.

The words shiver, your body tensing like you already know what's coming: "What's that?"you manage.

A beat sinks, and Feral murmurs in a low growl,

"Run."

#this is how you get out of a maze: you pick ONE direction (for example: left) and you take every left on every path until you get out #I'm married to a person from corn county where there are corn mazes #that's how to do the thing #left left left left left left left. #or you know just get chased by Feral Opress then who cares #Feral Opress #Feral #Feral Opress x Reader #Feral Opress x You #Nightbrother #Zabrak #I LOVE HIM YOUR HONOUR. #I really feel like a part two to this would be beneficial you know? #the night market of dathomir

[suja-janee]

How many AU's and OC's do you have?

Welp, I have the memory of fetus so I’ll try and list what I remember. .

AU’s:

Baby Au

Teen Clone Au

Happy Au

Beach Au

Knight Ahsoka Au

Boba doesn’t go to jail Au

OC’s (posted)

Giza Tiatkin (Twi’lek Woman)

Sienn Tiatkin (Twi’lek Woman)

Siolo Tiatkin (Twi’lek Man)

Cloak (Clone- 212th)

Chase  (Clone- 212th)

Scruffer  (Clone- 212th)

Grant  (Clone- 212th)

Whisk  (Clone- 212th)

Crane (Clone medical officer)

Somchai (Southeast Asian presenting Human)

Wirat + Somchai’s little sisters/cousins (Southeast Asian presenting Humans and half-humans, 1 male - 10 females)

Pix/ Pix’al (Male Togruta)

Vilya (Male Zabrak)

Nenya (Nightsister)

Pix’s master-still unnamed (Female Nautolan)

Lash (DELIVERY BOY/ nightbrother)

Danae (Twi’lek Female) (Design by: @lilhawkeye3 - Story by me)

Oc’s (Not posted/ only mentioned + Drawn on my discord)

Reps (Clone- Coruscant Guard)

Giza and Sienn’s parents (Female and Male twi’leks)

About like 10 other deleted clone ocs concepts that I might bring back.