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"We will meet again in a universe where we don't have to hide or run."

I FEEL SO NORMAL ABOUT THEM I haven't introduced my torgruta OC yet but her and Sarge Twilight are secretly together and god, there's something about writing a romance so sickly sweet and then crushing it with drama and angst. I need to draw more of them otherwise I will explode.

Her name is Shoga Ki <3 I'll tell y'all more about her soon enough ajhfskgdjksghjk

Wow. The Mandalorian season 2 was so fun and enjoyable. Shame they never made a third season

more jarael art!! i imagine she had her crusty moments on the assorted shitbox ships she had to live in lol

Moodboard | Clone Medic Cheese

do you all remember in the early 2010s where people were talking about freeing the nipple and that mixed-gender sports should become a thing and the removal of period tax and all of that and then some people realised that would mean trans people too ans they instantly decided to revert to bioessentialism 101 and now i have to see grating sentences like Well maybe jeopardy should be gender-segregated because males have a biological advantage in pressing a button

Okay!

I have a Star Wars OC!

He’s the first OC I’ve ever created.

He’s a Cathar (basically space lions) named Leon Vartanian.

Big fella. At least 6 foot 7. Big black mane on him. Wears blue eyeshadow and nail varnish. Likes to wear blue leggings and ballet slippers. (Often at times he will outright refuse to wear any shoes at all if he isn’t allowed to wear his ballet slippers)

Very shy. (It’s meant to be ironic given that he’s a great big space lion)

Like myself he is also autistic and bisexual.

Also he talks like a cowboy (like a Texas-Arkansas drawl) and nobody knows why. His parents and other Cathar are baffled by it. “Yeah, I have NO idea why he talks like that.”

I can’t draw and I don’t know any artists so there’s no visual reference. Closest I’ve seen to anything looking like him is President Phyronix from Ratchet & Clank 3. And that’s only a 75% match.

He IS force-sensitive but he’s not a Jedi. His religion (an ANCIENT pre-Jedi Cathar-only (they’re closed off owing to a long history of persecution) Force religion which places emphasis on ritual baptism and knowledge) believes that the Jedi are well-meaning but terribly flawed and nearsighted.

He used to be a ballet dancer (often performing with Cathar girls in theatres and public venues alongside Theelin bellydancers) until the Empire invaded Cathar (his home planet) and he joined one of the many anti-Empire resistance movements.

He would regularly bounce back and forth between working for MANY different rebel cells and groups such as the Ghorman Front, the Partisans, the People’s Movement for a New Republic, the Outer Rim Democratic Forces, the Cathar Military Council, the New Cathar Resistance and others.

The empire wanted him captured alive for vivisection as part of their anti-neurodivergent, and anti-rebellion policy. They captured him a few times but he was always able to break out.

One time he did so simply because they forgot to lock his cell door.

After the war he briefly returned to ballet but eventually joined the New Republic Marshal Bureau before eventually becoming an agent in a secret branch of the New Republic Directorate of Military Intelligence.

He works to hunt down and apprehend former imperial war criminals.

That’s all I’ve got about him for now.

Guess whaaaaat I drew Ashoka again. I want her to be happy so bad

Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CT-7567 | Rex/Anakin Skywalker, Padmé Amidala/Anakin Skywalker (background) Additional Tags: Unrequited Love, One-Sided Attraction, Pining, this is sad im sorry, Angst No Happy Ending, Rex is supportive of Anakin/Padmé hes just gay and depressed, Clone Centric (Star Wars), no sex but sex is discussed Summary:

Rex’s armor was too thick and his blacks too insulating, he was never able to feel the heat of Skywalker’s palm when he touched him, just the pressure.

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Short and sad one-sided Rexwalker

my clone ocs Red and Slugthrower!! if this art looks like youve seen it before i posted it on my orher acc before i accidentally deleted it. so. :3 theyre my terrible little guys and i love them so hard <3 theyre both part of a clone spec ops unit and if anyone wants to hear ANYTHINT about them im dying to share my silly oc lore :)

Sister

Robyn didn’t know what to make of him.

She had failed in her mission. She was supposed to land on Empress Teta, retrieve the force sensitive child, and bring it back to the grand inquisitor. But now she had a survivor of the purge currently in binders and knocked out in her passenger bay. The jedi had surprised her, showing a shocking amount of skill for someone who couldn’t have been more than a padawan by the end of the order, like herself. She didn’t recognize him, not like there was that big of a chance of them knowing each other. The temple was a big place and the jedi were spread thin back then. As the ship left the atmosphere of the planet, she sent a message off to the Grand Inquisitor, informing him of her recent prisoner before jumping to hyperspace. With the blue tunnel of lightspeed filling her viewport, Robyn stood up from the pilot seat making her way over to the slumped over form of the young jedi. His clothes were worn out, ratty and filled with holes, a simple wool poncho draped over his shoulders. His face was obscured by a mess of brown hair as his head hung forward, the straps of the seat keeping him from falling to the floor. Robyn crouched down in front of him and held his head up by the chin, taking note of any remarkable features. His eyes were covered by an old cloth wrap, the edges were frayed, and fabric strained by time. The rest of his face was overall unremarkable with fair skin, a thin layer of dirt, and no scars as far as she could tell. Aside from the new bruise on his cheek from her final kick. She envied him, her own face was marked with the mistakes she had made in training, the lessons she had been taught by her superiors. 

Looking closer she noticed a marking poking from his collar, a bit of skin texture different than the rest. She moved the loose neckline out of the way and saw she was mistaken. There was a notable neck wound, ringing his entire throat as if he had been strangled. She winced at the marking, remembering her own pain. 

Standing back up she moved over to the control console and retrieved a datapad and bringing it back to the prisoner. She lifted his face up once again and attempted to take a scan of his face only to be met with a shrill tone as the screen displayed OBSTRUCTION DETECTED. Robyn scoffed and rolled her eyes, these cheap imperial toys never worked right. She grabbed on to the cloth obscuring his eyes and lifted it up, only to find nothing, not even eye sockets as it was simply smooth skin. Letting out a hum of surprise she put the cloth back. Grabbing his hand instead she placed his thumb on the touch pad and let the pad get to work searching all available databases for who this survivor could be. 

Suddenly an alert played from the front console, indicating an incoming call. She knew instantly who was trying to contact her. A jolt of fear shot through her, instinctively dropping to a knee and bowing her head as a tall blue hologram appeared before her. Even with her eyes averted, Robyn could feel his eyes boring into her, searching for anything he could use to instill even more fear within her. 

“Report 12th Sister, I expect you have completed your mission?” His cold voice sent chills down her spine, and yet she answered with the truth, knowing that if she lied here, he would respond with double the fury. 

“N-no Grand inquisitor, my attention was pulled away by another target…” She looked up at him, his eyes changing from calm to angered in a fraction of a second, forcing Robyn to spit out her explanation in a mess of words.

“… who turned out to be a survivor of the purge.” Her head shot down, quickly averting her eyes again. She tensed, bracing for him to loudly demand she returned to her assigned task, and threaten destruction as he had done many times before.

“I assume you captured this individual?” He said, a slight tint of intrigue in his voice.

She looked up, quickly rising to address him directly.

“Yes sir, he was attempting to leave the planet, but I was able to catch and subdue him.” Her eyes glancing at the helmet behind him, the crack in the visor reminding her the capture was far from perfect. How she only caught him due to a strange pulling from the force, calling her back to her ship in time to catch the boy trying to sneak aboard.

“I’ll transmit his profile to you now” She grabbed the datapad and quickly sent the information it had found, hoping it was accurate. The Grand Inquisitor’s image reached out of view, retrieving a pad of his own.

“Let us see here, Andime Endari, miraluka male, jedi padawan and aspirant of the…” He paused, the hand he kept always behind his back tensing into a fist in an almost imperceptible movement. But she had become good at noticing his body language, a survival tactic she had picked up as a way to best avoid his wrath.

“…Jedi Temple Guard” saying each word as if he had an individual vendetta against each one. He set the datapad down calmly, seemingly thinking for a moment before turning back to Robyn.

“Good work apprehending this fugitive, but I would like to see this one for myself.”

“Sir?”

“I will send you coordinates for a meeting location, go there and wait for me. Perhaps we can negotiate your place in the Inquisitorius once we have dealt with this one.” She looked up at him in surprise, could a single padawan be worth that much? Robyn bowed her head.

“It will be done”

With a nod from the Pau’an his form blinked away, leaving her alone with the unconscious Miriluka once more. She crouched down in front of him again, asking him a question in the front of her mind.

“What makes you so important?”

Maybe when he wakes up, he can give her an answer.