#Ahuska

[dingoat]

OC-tober 10 - Evil version!

Well this sure got away from me What have I done

[queen-scribbles]

Would Tragen have any advice for, say, a little bothan with a very big heart who is struggling with her place as a Force Sensitive?

He has advice, mostly of the 'this is what works for me, I know it's not one size fits all, but hope it helps you, too' variety. ---

Biggest one is to find Your People. Who care about you and you care about them, who keep you grounded and help you have fun, who you trust. (It can be varying levels of trust; while Tragen would trust anyone from the SW crew to watch his back except Broonmark >.>, he has borderline blind faith in Vette, and Jaesa's the only one who knew the full depth of his not-a-Sithness, even before they were a couple. And not in a fight, he's extremely wary around Quinn and Pierce bc they're both Imperial loyalists.) Bonus points if there's at least one or two of them you can completely be yourself around.

It does take some soul-searching, but knowing what your morals are, and where your lines are for things you will always/never do. This will help with picking Your People, bc it informs who you want to associate with/trust, assuming the choice of association is up to you. Sometimes circumstances might make you cross one of those lines. You process it and move on, maybe talk it out with someone you trust. Drowning in guilt will only paralyze you and won't fix anything.

He's less sure of how much help he can be with the Force Sensitive part, since his connection is kinda mid; if she's toward an extreme he doesn't really have anything for helping to muffle or strengthen it. UM. Much as it's a stock line, meditation does help, at the very least with figuring out your limits and if there's a way to alter them if they don't let you do what you want to accomplish. (There's a reason he's Carnage Marauder/Infiltration Shadow spec; he's more about using the Force to amplify physical abilities when needed than relying on it straight-up) It's fine to not lean too heavily on the Force and trust more in physical abilities if you have something that's a special skill/focus of yours.

There's nothing wrong with enjoying the rush of a fight or the challenge of it, or any aspect of fighting aside from the hurting/killing part. He will think there's something wrong if you like that part, lol.😅(he's very aware of the necessity of hurting or killing sometimes, but he does not enjoy it at all. Seriously, Worst Sith Ever)

Trying to think of a happier note to end on and all I can come up with is he's always happy to talk or try to help her if she wants advice again, even if he feels he's not particularly good at it. ^^ He can be a trustworthy listening ear at the very least.

OH WAIT ALSO. Her big heart is a good thing. It's good to care about people, to enjoy life, and she should try her best to stay that way bc people like that are pure joy to be around.

[askshivanulegacy]

[anchanted-one]

Spring exchange Ahuska

Part of my spring exchange.  Ahuska, for the amazing @dingoat

[askshivanulegacy]

@dingoat A++

things to ask yourself when designing a female character:

how much blood is she covered in

are her eyes filled with madness

can she rip things to shreds with her fingernails

[dingoat]

OC-tober 15 (yeah I've skipped a few, I'll... fill in the gaps later) - Greyscale with one item/feature in colour!

I mulled over this one a little bit, but after spending a lot of time roaming Ziost for screenshots a few days ago I realised that would be the perfect setting for this piece! I definitely imagine life starting to return to Ziost after Valkorion's death, much like on Nathema, and I also imagine Ahuska, now very comfortable with the Force and very attuned to the natural world, being very invested in witnessing and nurturing this return. And she would definitely bring @queen-scribbles' Tragen to see one of the first blooms she found.

[askshivanulegacy]

Written in the Stars

Thirteen gazed up at the stars. 

Odessen, so underdeveloped that even here, at the Alliance headquarters with nighttime lamps providing light to work by, there were so many.

So many, and so unfamiliar.

To be expected, of course. It was an unfamiliar planet.

Even so. After five years …

The stars said everything, didn’t they? Everything that Thirteen didn’t.

His gaze strayed in the direction of their … temporary home, he supposed, where he supposed Five still worked tirelessly to lead the Alliance and to discover and pick up what pieces of their lives might still remain. There was a reason Thirteen had never wanted him to come on these Star Fortress runs. He was a Watcher. 

Was. 

Used to be. 

He was supposed to remain behind. Going out was Thirteen’s job. 

Was. 

Is. 

It was something he could do about things, however much that counted, if it even did.

He’d never expected to find Ahuska here. Nor had he ever expected she would become his willing partner in destruction.

He never thought he’d … need her, to rescue his backside when it turned out the Zakuul Knights were more - far more - than he could take on his own. Never thought he’d want her to … be there. 

Not after their bond had been broken years ago … longer ago for her than for him.

That was the rub, wasn’t it?

His lips twisted, eyes falling to the black forest below.

He didn’t know how to be around anyone else anymore. 

He’d spent the time with Five, at first, before the Alliance nonsense, before they even really knew what they were doing. He didn’t really avoid Crow and Ulfran, not really, but he did. He couldn’t blame them. They’d been looking for five years, so he heard. They’d been separated from him and Five for that long, so he understood.

But he didn’t.

So when he found Ahuska here, suddenly there was someone who didn’t expect anything from him, who didn’t expect him to be someone he didn’t know how to be.

Had she noticed? Had she missed him?

He was free to run with her, to lash out and ruin, to fight back for all the things Zakuul had taken, and it was personal, it was so personal. 

He didn’t care about the galaxy anymore. 

With her, he didn’t have to.

With her, he thought maybe he could say all the things he couldn’t to anyone else.

He tried.

He danced around the topic more than once, sidestepping neatly with his words what he really wanted to say. He’s not sure she really noticed.

She didn’t notice this time, either.

His sigh sent a cascade of fine mist into the air.

There was no one else who would understand. Or maybe it was just that he didn’t know how to talk to them.

Not Five. He was … angry. All the time. About something. 

Crow was … well. And Ulfran … 

What could they know? Only Five really could, but … he was being Five.

And it was just …

Thirteen didn’t belong here.

That’s what he’s been trying to say.

Crow and Ulfran wanted closure he didn’t know how to give. They wanted to mend five years he didn’t know how to fix, because he didn’t know what that meant. 

Everything was different. 

Everyone had experienced the change of the galaxy, and Thirteen …

All he’d done was wake up one day to find it all gone.

There was a difference between asking someone what they’d done the last five years, and asking someone what they’d done for five years you missed.

Wasn’t there?

Thirteen thought there was.

And he didn’t know how to ask it. He didn’t know how to talk about everything he’d missed, how to make anyone understand what he was reaching for. How to tell them that he was alone, adrift, that he’d lost things he couldn’t explain, how to make them realize that this …

None of this … was his. And he fought for it anyway.

She could understand, once. She’d known his feelings, without him ever having to say a thing. He’d never wanted it, true, but it was there, and it had happened. And Thirteen had thought …

But all that was long gone, too. It had served a purpose that was never for him, and Ahuska had certainly moved on.

So it turned out Thirteen didn’t know how to ask her anything, either.

His thoughts startled free when he felt the massive, furry head of a giant wolf drop over his shoulder. It whuffed, softly, gusting sparkling steam into the night and warmth across his hand. The partner that wasn’t his tugged back on the partner that wasn’t hers, tucking him against the thick, fluffy ruff around her neck.

“Yeah,” he said, quietly. “The nights are getting cold, aren’t they?” Almost, he could hear the creaking of their shuttle in the bay below, as its re-entry heat dissipated. He let her nudge him toward the base.

They’d finally had their first good Fortress run. That was worth something, wasn’t it?

Maybe he didn’t care.

Maybe he’d try to ask her again, next time.

Maybe.

It was late.

[dingoat]

Hunting Vaylin

(Drawing over a screenshot from KotET: Ch. VII)

[dingoat]

I see you @askshivanulegacy and I say not just 13 >.>

"hawaiian shirt covered in blood" is a look

[cinlat]

I think this is the first drawing @dingoat ever did for me and it still holds up all these years later. Here's the story to go with it.

[bookofcrow]

[dingoat]

Just a girl

[dingoat]

Look in the beginning it was a very calculated slow growth but now it really just does what it wants

process of drawing an OC: - you design them - you get attached to them - their hair gets bigger without you realizing it

[queen-scribbles]

OC asks for TALA (mostly because omg that's Ahuska's birth name!!): Is your character's appearance more telling or deceiving? Would your character prefer something bought or made personally? Does your character have a good sense of direction? How comfortable would your character be singing and dancing in front of others? Does your character have any injury stories?

REALLY OMG, that's amazing. xD

Is your character's appearance more telling or deceiving?

Aside from being far more sweet-natured than half-orcs' reputation would suggest, she's pretty much "what you see is what you get". So not outright deceiving; she's not trying to make you think something untrue about her, but she's resigned to the likelihood of people thinking she's a murdering, pillaging savage rather than a history nerd Mom Friend if they don't get to know her. Or just talk to her. It takes 5 secondss of conversation to see she's not like that xD

Would your character prefer something bought or made personally?

Oh, made personally, without a doubt. She loves handmade gifts, whether that's a craft or item or food, they make her day. Also more likely to give handmade gifts; she's very insightful at figuring out what's best for a given person.

Does your character have a good sense of direction?

I'd say pretty average? She's not going to get lost easily, but if you plunked her down in the middle of mystery wilderness she wouldn't do too great at finding her way out. 😅

How comfortable would your character be singing and dancing in front of others?

Depends on how much she's had to drink. xD She would normally be pretty self-conscious about it, but you get a few tankards of ale/beer/etc in her and her there's very good odds you could get her to sing. Dancing she won't do without a partner. ;) And that, tbh, she'd do at a party or social event without much hesitation(assuming she can find a partner close enough to her height; I'm pretty sure this gal's 6'5"/1.9m 😂).

Does your character have any injury stories?

A few, ranging from dramatic to mundane to amusing. She has a very faint scar on her chin she likes to tell the story behind. When she was a kid, one of her friends dared her to climb a pear tree to get the last couple fruits that were hanging on some of the upper branches. She made it up just fine, secured the pears... then realized she hadn't kept track of her route up to try and retrace going back down. Oops. Picture, if you will, a gangly half-orc eight year old trying to climb down from a tree without squishing the pears she just went through All This Trouble to pick. Her friend tried to help guide her, but the branches were in the way of seeing, and since she was bigger than a typical eight year old some of the suggested limbs wouldn't have held her weight. She slipped about halfway down, caught herself, then dropped the pears to her friend so she could focus on climbing. Slipped again a couple branches latter, cut her chin, and when she instinctively let go with one hand to check if it was bleeding(yes), she lost her balance and fell out of the tree entirely. Broke her arm. But the pears were delicious, and she only had to endure a tiny bit of a lecture over it.

Long OC Asks

[cinlat]

We'll call this failing....I think Ahuska might be immune to Fynta's charm. But I love this piece so much @dingoat

[dingoat]

Tundra Empress