#Oc sunday

[thecoffeelorian]

BBL; I am currently Goth-ifying my OCC (Original Clone Character), Commander Miles.

Until the time is right, consider this a preview:

[freesia-writes]

IT’S BACK BAYBEEEEE!

You’ve missed this guy and his cute lil peach, haven’t you? Well he’s back and so am I, lookin to showcase all your wonderful creative OCs each week (or whenever I remember). 😜

So, as we’re diving back in… Choose ONE of your OCs to share about for the next few weeks, so that we can get a multifaceted view of them with the different prompts. This week, we’ll keep it simple:

Name, species, basic description

A few-sentence backstory

Their major pairings, plot points, etc

I hope to help us find new OCs that are interesting or relatable or otherwise enjoyable! There are so many. 😍

And here are dividers you can use. 😂

[wizardofrozz]

OC Sunday

My clone OC CT-2697 Sawbones 🖤

I recently got my commission from @jejejijiju and OMG IM SCREAMING!! He looks amazing!! rhejgugueyuwhg

Thank you so much for the incredible work, I love him so much!!! 🖤

Tag list:

@a-single-tulip @wings-and-beskar @secondaryrealm @dystopicjumpsuit @msmeredithrose

@starrylothcat @starqueensthings @multi-fan-dom-madness @trixie2023 @mythical-illustrator

@hetalianskywalker @capricornrabies @sev-on-kamino @dickarchivist @bankseys-rat

[crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf]

Disgrace Chapter 8: I feel... Illustrations (R)

Escalation, as in the rise of a mountain, like the ones that border Estkel City dividing the polarized world of Ga'hah. Buildings climb in an rising pattern as Tah'nyem Ra also finds herself in a pattern of...escalation. As the dance comes to a crescendo she may have to come face to face with the culminations of a decision or two. Will she learn to be careful with what she wishes for?

Read Here or on Ao3!

A Lil' Spice Under Cut

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Tag List:

@feral-ferrule @thecoffeelorian 

[nika6q]

@wrenkenstein 's Juno Caheere

[eclec-tech]

Pairing: Clone Captain Brack (OC) and Dr. Zirdda Kyll, army physician

Ship Name: Brackyll

Captain Brack is an OC who popped up briefly in my long fic, and he's getting his own little tale in the Batched Zine OC Showcase (coming soon).

In the spirit of OC Sunday and in honor of the creative fun of Clone x OC Week, I made up an OC just for him. Dr. Zirdda Kyll—yes, it's pronounced kill—is a medical doctor from Mirial currently posted at the orbiting medical station at Ord Cestus.

They're both bored and lonely.

@clonexocweek Star Wars medical divider by @orbitalmirror

The worst part about having your ship limp into a base is that your men are usually in similar shape.

Captain Brack was able to walk away from this most recent battle with a dislocated shoulder and a few lacerations. Many of the men who made it back with him weren’t as lucky. With over sixty percent of his remaining men unable to walk and even more unable to hold a blaster, it was no surprise when he saw his company’s new orders: medical leave, four weeks, more pending medical re-eval.

Even with his arm in a sling, Brack tended to all the paperwork and protocols from that impossibly outnumbered mission in about a day and a half, including the debriefing via holo with Commander Cody and the handful of Jedi currently in the sector. He spent the other half of that second day checking in on each of his men, conscious or not, and walking the entire station to familiarize himself with his temporary home. By the third day, he was convinced he would need to be sedated if he had any chance of enduring the remainder of his medical “sentence.”

If only they were on a planet.

The orbiting medical station at Ord Cestus had but one view—stars. Brack didn’t mind a view of space if it was temporary, but the thought of being away from land and sky was not one he enjoyed. Kamino’s constant storminess bored him even as a child, and he knew he was in for a rough time if he were to look at the same gray walls and infinite blackness out every viewport for an entire month.

It only took a week for him to become bored out of his mind. His men needed rest, so he did his best not to bother them, and those who weren’t resting were busy training to rebuild the strength they needed to get back into the field. Brack trained as well, but it was only a temporary diversion. He needed a change of scenery.

The change he needed came in the form of a woman—and not just any woman. This one was the most breathtaking person he had ever seen.

A Mirialan with skin as purple as Garel at twilight was rare enough, but to see one with eyes the same blue as Kaller’s glaciers and hair the color of Naboo’s grasslands was like looking at a tour of the galaxy in the form of a person. When he was lucky enough to see her, he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

Not only was she the most colorful woman on the station, she was also the only woman on the station. And she was frustratingly elusive. Every time Brack managed to catch a glimpse of her, she vanished almost immediately. Suddenly, he was no longer bored. Finding out who she was became his new, sanity-saving hobby.

It took a few days, but he eventually narrowed down her movements to a handful of levels in the center of the station. Then, one afternoon, he got lucky. The mug of caf she was carrying from the mess was a bit too full, and it slowed her down just enough that Brack was able to follow her back to her office.

The temporary sign at the door gave him the last clue in the puzzle. Her name was Dr. Zirdda Kyll, and that knowledge made up his mind immediately. He was going to say hello.

He lifted his hand to the door panel, then snatched it away. What was he going to say? That he had been following her? That he was bored and had nothing to do, so now he was going to make that her problem?

She made the decision for him.

“I can see you out there. There’s a camera. Come in if you want.”

Brack’s eyes flew to the speaker next to the door and the little camera above it. Kriff.

He opened the door to the tiny office and found her sitting at her desk with no fewer than twenty medical datapads spread out around the barely touched mug.

“What can I do for you, captain?”

Whoa. Her voice is just as beautiful as the rest of her. “I, um…I’ve seen you around, and since my men and I are going to be here for a while, I thought perhaps I should introduce myself.”

Zirdda smiled knowingly. “Yes, I’ve seen you around too.”

Oh, kark. Does she know I’ve been watching her? Was it that obvious?

Brack rubbed at the back of his neck. “There, uh, hasn’t been much for me to do.”

Her smile widened. “This isn’t the most exciting post. I float from station to station as needed, and this one lost its charm after about a week. I sympathize, Captain Brack.”

“How do you know my name?”

“You’ve been wandering the halls. It’s my job to notice things like that. I needed to make sure you weren’t being treated for head trauma with the way you’ve been so restless. There aren’t many men here well enough to be wearing their armor, so it was easy enough to find out who you were with a simple cross reference of rank and injury. How is your shoulder?”

Brack gave his shoulder a roll under his pauldron and hoped the twinge of pain he felt didn’t make it to his face. “Stiff but almost back to its full range of motion. Thank you for asking.”

She shrugged, “Like I said, it’s my job.” She stood and held out her hand. “Dr. Zirdda Kyll.”

He took her hand and whistled low. “I was wondering when I saw your name out there if it was pronounced that way. ‘Kill’ is not a great name for a doctor.”

Zirdda chuckled softly and settled back into her chair. “Don’t I know it. But don’t worry, I’m a killer in name only. Your men are perfectly safe.”

Brack chuckled back, his nerves settling into something warm and confident the longer he was there.

“So, why are you here, captain?”

“Well, I’ve seen you around and hoped that if I came in here and introduced myself, you might give me a shot.”

“‘A shot?’” she repeated with a giggle. “That is the first non-sleazy pick-up line I’ve heard since I got here.”

“Uh-oh.” Brack crossed his arms. “Have my men been giving you a hard time?”

She rolled her eyes and shrugged. “I’m used to it.”

Brack’s eyes narrowed. “What have they been saying?”

“Let’s see…‘Would you like a private lesson on clone anatomy? Want to exchange genetic information? You look hot, can I take your temperature? You decide where I put my probe.’ Things like that. But to be fair, they were all heavily drugged at the time. The fact that they were able to get out complete sentences at all was a miracle. I won’t hold it against them.”

“If you tell me who said those things, I’ll have a word with them.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it,” she dismissed with a wave of her hand. “They would probably be mortified to know they said those things to me.”

Brack’s eyes landed on the no-longer-steaming caf and the backlog of datapads, and he began to feel a little guilty for bothering her. “I should go. Your caf’s gone cold, and you probably don’t get a lot of downtime. It was nice to meet you, Dr. Kyll.”

He turned to leave, but Zirdda’s voice stopped him. “Captain?”

“Yes?”

“You can come by again tomorrow if you want,” she offered quickly. “I take my break at the same time every day, and I don’t remember anything on your chart suggesting that you can’t drink caf. I can grab two cups from the mess tomorrow if you’d like.”

Brack smiled. For the first time since he arrived, he had something to look forward to. “I’d like that.”

[filledwithpotassium]

that moment when u start to cry at ur OC’s trauma that u gave them

[sazzujazzu]

Clone OCs are taking over my brain again (in other similarly shocking news, water is wet) so I decided to do a silly little sketch of one.

Well, the only other one I've (sort of kind of) made besides Shrieks. I just couldn't figure out his face, I've only ever drawn him with a helmet even though I know exactly the kind of hair he has. (I feel a bit worried with the hair I gave him and the small face tattoo that he resembles Tup too much, but it was an honest coincidence I swear 🥺 maybe he and Tup were friends as cadets and grew matching hair? Who knows! Not me. I just love undercuts and man buns 😶)

Known to some of his brothers as "ARC trooper with the emptiest head in GAR" (his only brain cell is being kept safe by Shrieks), Jain is both a fierce fighter and an absolute sweetheart.

(and, apparently according to my phone, a valid slut 🫢 I guess he likes to have fun on shore leave, and I won't judge)

Jain is always the first to volunteer on every high-risk mission. It's not that he has a death wish, he does it to "enjoy the thrill" and also to protect his brothers as much as possible. He is incapable of feeling fear, and it's one of the reasons he picks the most high-risk suicide missions; because he knows he won't freeze in any situation.

He prefers heavy weaponry, and in battle situations, he will not back down until Shrieks or Nem gives the order.

The nickname "the emptiest head in GAR" refers to the fact that Jain is not as smart as most of his brothers. While this originated as an insult, the man himself found it funny, and after proving his skill in battle multiple times, some brothers began turning the "emptiest head" into a compliment, claiming that "Jain's head must be empty to store all that kriffing bravery".

Jain is Shrieks's right hand man and a dear friend to Nem. He has immense respect in them, having dyed a few strands of his hair pink to honor the general. (the similar hairstyle is, again, a pure coincidence) He has also Nem's facial marking tattooed to his left cheek (after asking if it is culturally okay, of course) as a sign of loyalty.

I'm releasing him into the wild, go arc man go ✨ make friends and be the valid slut my phone wants you to be ✨💃✨

[freesia-writes]

Introduce Your OCs!

I wanna try to do something fun like this each Sunday (creativity permitting) and have been working on a one-shot, chatting, and watching the superbowl today so I didn't get it out earlier. BUT, if you like, I'd love to hear any or all of the following for your OCs! And feel free to link any fic they appear in!

If they were a SHOE, what kind of SHOE would they be?

What nature/scenery/setting most encapsulates who they are?

What's one thing you'd notice about them immediately and one thing you would only notice after a lot of time and depth?

Thanks for sharing (even after Sunday, haha!)

[tealmisthams]

Header and divider by @freesia-writes from this post.

This looks fun! Not sure who this guy is though. 😆

This week’s questions from the OG post:

Name, species, basic description

A few-sentence backstory

Their major pairings, plot points, etc

Name: Cadence Aras

Species: Human

Description: Auburn shoulder-length, wavy hair, gray eyes, light bronze skin, short in height

Mini Backstory: Cadence is a cargo pilot. She grew up on a Mid Rim planet, where she lived with her parents and brother. Everyone in her family was a musician, to some extent, though as a child, she decided not to follow in their footsteps.

Plot Points: Cadence and Echo’s relationship began shortly after he joined the 501st. They were considering getting engaged when he was lost at the Citadel. They weren’t able to reunite until after Order 66, at which point they’d both changed so much that rebuilding their relationship would be a challenge.

[talesfrommedinastation]

Happy OC Sunday!

You know what isn't talked about enough? Crosshair as a coach or instructor.

That sweet person with the cooler full of healthy snacks after the game? Nope, that'd be Echo, if anyone.

The encouraging former jock who now wants you to do your best and make friends? That's Hunter.

The smart referee who has all the great strategies and tells you how to follow through? Y'all know that's Tech.

Wrecker would be eating the snacks, yelling at the jock and screeching that the strategies are too hard, and you should just explode something, which is not how you win a baseball game or track meet (though there are popping noises, and you get to throw things).

But Crosshair? Absolutely the gruff, no nonsense, coach. Especially for a sport that requires precision, focus, and independence. Homeboy would be a demon at tennis (singles, of course), golf, and even baseball, to an extent. I could absolutely see him as that psycho pitcher who makers batters break down in tears after multiple strikes.*

Here he is with Blid Chapelle, who I FINALLY drew after almost two years of writing about him and his family in Far Past the Ring!

Blid is a sassy 12-year-old Belter kid who is obsessed with being a soldier. This comes from his parents being veterans (including his mother, Tanke Drummer, standing behind him here), surviving a horrifying war and siege on Ceres, and finally, a fierce desire to protect his family.

Naturally, Crosshair admires the kid. Especially after his actions in Far Past the Ring. In between that and To Guard Against Titans, I could see Crosshair showing Blid how to properly handle a rifle, even one from the Sol system.

Of course, Tanke has to come out and proudly watch her two 'sons' working together. As a gun fanatic herself, she's chuffed beyond measure.

This is also one of the only pictures I have of Tanke looking relaxed and happy and not like she's about to go on a rampage.

*=MLB is coming back in a few days. GO SOX!

[dystopicjumpsuit]

OC Sunday: Cerra would like to speak with the management of TBB

Fireball asked for NO PICKLES, Jennifer.

Commissioned from @amalthiaph, who did amazing work! TYSM, you absolutely nailed it 🫶🫶🫶

Taglist:

@secondaryrealm @sev-on-kamino spicy-clones @523rdrebel @wings-and-beskar @merkitty49

@anxiouspineapple99 @sinfulsalutations @arcsimper5 @starrylothcat @clio3kantarella

@cloneloverrrrr @goblininawig @ladytano420 @arctrooper69 @sunshinesdaydream

@littlemissmanga @stunkbiggu @starqueensthings @marierg @idontgetanysleep

@moonlightwarriorqueen @dudewhynotthis @sleepycreativewriter @tcwmatchmakingau @littlemissbshine

@multi-fan-dom-madness @heavenseed76 @wizardofrozz @bobaprint @sweetcream-coldfoam

@skellymom @pickleprickle @trixie2023 @mythical-illustrator @dickarchivist

@cw80831 @kimiheartblade @flyiingsly @lightwise @swcowgal

@reader6898 @cdblake1565 @epicy0n @starstofillmydream @msmeredithrose

@totallyunidentified @eclec-tech @euphoriacafe @hipwell @yve-barr

@dangraccoon

[batchedzine]

🍪 OC Sunday 🍪

Welcome to OC Sunday, where we will be highlighting the marvelous original clone characters that will be featured in our OC Showcase!

The OC Showcase will be included as a PDF/ePub with all bundle purchases, so everyone who gets the zine will be able to meet these wonderful characters.

Today's first batch:

🍩 Nik Scribbles - @nikscribbles 🧁 Hannah - @porganas 🍨 Pidge - pidgotto.arts 🥧 Mimse - @engagemythrusters

Preorders for Batched are open now through October 31!

🧁Preorder here!🧁

[crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf]

Disgrace Chapter 10.5: A Cross X Tahny Road Trip

On Past Conquests...

See "Fast and Hot on Coruscant", A Disgrace prequel short story.

On Missed Connections...

On... Jedi.

Menace.

Thanks for sticking with me for @clonexocweek! If you're a Disgrace reader I hope you liked the supplemental content, If not and you want to see how the story plays out you can find the chapter index HERE. Read on Tumblr or Ao3!

@feral-ferrule @vimse @kaytunez @substantial-exposure

[nika6q]

@dickarchivist let me draw his oc Dax'Malkin, with whom I'm thoroughly in love. Close up under cut

[jetii]

OC Sunday: Soma "Goldie" Anathorn

Thank you for doing this @freesia-writes! Banner and prompts came from this post.

Choose ONE of your OCs to share about for the next few weeks, so that we can get a multifaceted view of them with the different prompts. This week, we’ll keep it simple:

Name, species, basic description

A few-sentence backstory

Their major pairings, plot points, etc

I haven't actually sat down and wrote out stuff about my OCs in forever, so I'm excited about this!

Those who read Event Horizon (my Rex x Jedi!Reader slowburn longfic) are familiar with the fact that Reader turned into Goldie/Soma somewhere in the first few chapters, so it's as much her story as it is a reader fic. It's a little late now to turn it into OC X Canon, but I'd love to do a rewrite someday. Anyway, some backstory:

Name: Soma "Goldie" Anathorn

Species: Human

Description: Soma is a 30-year-old human female Jedi Master. Relatively tall for a human woman at 5'9," with a square face, dark eyes, and a full mouth set permanently into a scowl. She's very much a believer in the power of exercise as meditation and has the muscles to show for it. She wears white robes (impractical but you'll have to pry them out of her cold dead hands) and carries two lightsabers.

Mini Backstory: Soma is a Jedi Master, Jedi Investigator, General, and former Padawan of Master Yaddle. She grew up among the Jedi from infancy, forming a close bond with her fellow crêche-mate, Obi-Wan. She's spent her life in pursuit of balance, but with a temper and penchant for reckless behavior, that balance has always been out of reach.

Plot Points: Her master's sudden disappearance changed Soma's life forever, setting her on a track that compelled her to seek justice against Dooku by any means necessary. She's stopped from exacting her revenge (and getting herself killed in the process) by a chance encounter with Captain Rex, then a shiny trooper, during the First Battle of Geonosis. When they reunite months later, their partnership on missions slowly evolves into a friendship and something more.

Shameless plug for EH here. I just finished part one of the fic, and the slow burn is finally reaching its boiling point. Now would be a great time to start binging if you're interested in a lot of angst and hurt/comfort, interweaving plotlines, realistic relationship development, and Rex being a cutie patootie. 🫡