#Pendent OC

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My beloved xmen OC Pendemourn I commissioned from the fantastic @ronkoza

[ghcstcd]

I joke but this is literally Alundra

[gal-with-pastels]

A quick doodle of a Smiling critter character i thought of, called Merry mouse.

[skelexguts]

Hey chat,, I have a another smiling critter oc!! Her name is Luminous Lily, she’s Dogday’s ex-best friend and her and dogday used be best friends until they got to heated argument about THAT day (lore coming soon) since they stopped being friends, they haven’t meet each other over years until they meet again but things go south and started a rivalry between both them

Facts about her;

She’s based on a Siamese Cat

Her pendent is a lily

Lily’s ahoge can change depending on her emotions

Onmisexual

Has a one side crush on catnap ( which catnap is unaware of it lol)

I will explain some lily lore very soon and it’s about be 12AM, so I’m going to bed hahah *goes right to sleep*

Fun fact, I got an idea that if dogday has a ex-best friend before meet the other critters and of course catnap as well as that lilies, the flowers, are very highly toxic to dogs and cats alike, so my idea was that Dogday used have best friend that was just mean towards since the argument they have,,

Hope you are interested about my oc,, :)

[tonyspank]

PROLOGUE | RECKLESS

Tara Carpenter x G!P Reader x Female OC

Warnings: mentions of zombies, angst i guess, and that's it i think

A/N: Iris’s faceclaim is Olivia!!

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"Happy Birthday!" You shout with a huge smile on your face as you hold out a beautifully wrapped gift. Iris's face lights up, her mouth opening in shock.

She quickly takes the gift from your hands and thanks you with genuine excitement. Her eyes sparkle with joy as she eagerly begins to unwrap the present, unable to contain her curiosity and anticipation.

Heather, your girlfriend's sister, records the two of you, capturing the genuine happiness in Iris's eyes and the love between the two of you. Heather's smile mirrors Iris's excitement as she records this special birthday memory, ensuring it will be cherished for years to come.

"Oh my god. You're lying!" Iris exclaims, her voice filled with disbelief and overwhelming happiness. She looks at you, searching for confirmation, her heart pounding with excitement.

"From our first date..." She says, her voice barely above a whisper. She lifts the neckless, which holds a crystal in its pendent.

The crystal catches the light, shimmering with a brilliance that matches the sparkle in Iris's eyes. It is a symbol of your journey together, a reminder of the love and connection you have shared since that very first date.

As Iris holds it in her hands, she can't help but feel overwhelmed by the depth of emotion and meaning behind this heartfelt gift.

Iris brings you into a warm embrace, holding you tightly as tears of joy stream down her face. She whispers, "Thank you so much." You rub her back gently, goosebumps appearing on your skin at her touch.

During this moment, you realize that this gift has not only brought happiness to Iris but has also strengthened the bond between the two of you, solidifying your love for each other even more.

As you both stand there, wrapped in each other's arms, time seems to stand still. The weight of the moment fills the room, and you can't help but be grateful for this deep connection you share with Iris.

"You guys are too cute!" Iris's mom speaks up, admiring the scene before her. Her words break the spell, causing both of you to chuckle and blush. You pull apart from your girlfriend, exchanging smiles, both feeling happier than ever.

"Come, come, it's time to blow out the candles." Iris's mom gestures towards the birthday cake on the table, adorned with flickering candles. You both walk over, still basking in the warmth of the moment, and join the rest of the family in celebrating Iris's special day.

Iris sends you the world's biggest smile as she blows out the candles, her eyes sparkling with joy.

Little did you know, that smile would become a distant memory.

But when you were in that moment, surrounded by loved ones and with Iris's infectious happiness, you couldn't help but believe that together, you could conquer anything.

"I hate you!" Iris yells, her once joyful eyes now filled with anger and frustration. That special day feels like a distant dream now. You shake your head, lifting out a hand to calm your girlfriend down. "You don't mean that. C'mon, babe." You reply, your voice quivering with every word.

Iris's lips tremble as tears start to stream down her face. The weight of her words hangs heavy in the air, leaving a painful silence between you. It's in moments like these that you realize how fragile love can be and how much work it takes to mend a broken heart.

"How could you?" She whispers. "Why didn't you tell me about it, Y/N?" You feel a lump form in your throat as guilt washes over you. "I didn't want to hurt you," you say, your voice barely audible.

"I was scared of losing you, but I realize now that keeping it from you was even worse." She just shakes her head at your words.

"What was going to happen in the next couple of months, huh? You we're just going to leave without telling me?" Tears well up in her eyes as she continues, "I thought we were supposed to be a team, Y/N. How could you not trust me enough to share your plans with me?"

You're silent. You reach out to hold her trembling hands, desperately hoping to convey the depth of your regret and the realization of the damage caused by your lack of communication.

"I didn't know how you were going to take it! Fuck, Iris! I love you, and being here with you has been the happiest moments of my life, but you can't expect me to want to sit around all day. I want to be something... I wanna go to college; venture out into the world!" You agrue back, your voice filled with a mix of frustration and determination.

"So, you were just going to leave the country? Leave me behind?" Iris says, her voice lower and softer than before. You take a deep breath, throwing your head back. "I was going to tell you."

"At the last second?" She asks, her strong gaze never breaking from yours. "Iris, I didn't mean to keep it from you. I was scared of how you would react," you admit, your voice tinged with regret. "But I want you to understand that this is something I need to do for myself. It's not about leaving you behind, it's about pursuing my dreams and finding my own path in life."

"Y/N..." she whispers, stepping closer to you. "I never loved anyone as much as I love you." Her hands find yours, causing you to relax. "You could've told me. I don't wanna lose you."

You pull her into a gentle embrace, "I'm sorry," you say softly. "I don't want to lose you either."

Those few months passed faster than you expected. During that time, you made sure to cherish every moment with her, knowing that soon you would have to embark on your own journey. As the days flew by, you couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and sadness for what lies ahead.

Of course you'd miss her. She was truly the love of your life. But you also knew that this journey was something you needed to do for yourself—to grow and explore the world outside of your comfort zone. And deep down, you hoped that distance wouldn't weaken the bond you shared with her.

As you sit in the back of an Uber with your bags in the truck, making your way to the airport, you can't help but reflect on the memories you have created together. From the late-night conversations to the spontaneous adventures, every moment with her shaped who you are today.

You remember the laughter and tears you shared, the support she provided during your toughest times, and the way she always believed in your dreams. Even the one you were creating now.

Sweet / I Thought You Wanted To Dance, which plays on the Uber's radio, is interrupted by a loud alarm. Confused, you look up from your phone and notice the flashing lights and a different siren alarm passing by your Uber, indicating an emergency situation. Your heart races as you wonder what could be happening, hoping that it's nothing too serious.

Your eyes snap back towards the radio, "Attention, citizens! This is an emergency broadcast issued by local authorities. We are facing an unprecedented threat to our community. Reports indicate a widespread outbreak of a virus that is reanimating the deceased and turning them into flesh-hungry creatures. These are extremely dangerous and pose a significant risk to human life. --"

"-- Please remain indoors and lock all doors and windows. Do not attempt to confront or engage with any infected individuals. Emergency services are currently overwhelmed, and it is crucial that you stay calm and await further instructions. Stay tuned to this broadcast for updates on evacuation procedures and safe zones."

Iris. That's all that went through your mind in that moment. Was she safe? Was she going to be okay? You sit up in your seat, "Turn around!" You shout at the Uber driver, desperate to get back to your apartment as quickly as possible.

"I don't think—" You interject, gripping the passenger seat in front of you tighter. "Turn around!"

The Uber driver hesitates for a moment, but seeing the dread in your eyes, he quickly makes a U-turn and heads back towards your apartment.

Thoughts of Iris's safety consume your mind as you anxiously pray for her well-being. Time feels like it's moving in slow motion as you desperately hope to reach her before anymore danger unfolds.

When you arrived at your apartment building, it felt like a dead zone. No sign of life anywhere. The eerie silence amplifies your fear, and you can't help but wonder what could have happened to Iris. As you rush out of the car, your heart pounding in your chest, you frantically scan the surroundings for any clue or trace of her presence.

You run to your apartment door, your heart dropping as it's wide open. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." You mutter to yourself, searching room to room for your girlfriend. Every step you take echoes through the empty hallways, adding to the haunting atmosphere.

The sound of your own breath fills the air, intensifying the feeling of dread that grips you. Your mind races with possibilities, each one more terrifying than the last. As you reach the last room, a chilling realization washes over you, there is no sign of Iris anywhere.

You sprint as fast as you can. Running through the open front door and scan the desolate street, desperately hoping to catch a glimpse of her familiar figure. Panic sets in as you realize she is nowhere in sight, leaving you with a sinking feeling of helplessness.

Again. You find yourself sprinting, but everything's different now. You've adjusted to a world where the dead walk, and you're not sprinting in search of your missing girlfriend, but in the safety of your life as a large herd of walkers follow behind you.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you navigate through the abandoned streets, constantly on edge. The once bustling city now lies in ruins, with crumbling buildings and streets littered with debris.

The silence is only broken by the shuffling footsteps of the undead behind you, a constant reminder of the world's grim reality.

You break through an alley, which leads to a forest. The dense foliage offers a temporary respite from the chaos and decay of the city. As you enter the forest, the air becomes crisp and filled with the scent of earth and pine.

The sunlight filters through the canopy, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor, providing a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness that surrounds you.

Yet you keep sprinting. Run. Run. Run. The sound of your pounding footsteps echoes through the trees, pushing you to keep going and outrun the horrors that lurk behind. Your heart races in your chest, fueled by adrenaline and the desperate need to find safety.

You try to stop in your tracks as you realize you're being cut off by another herd of walkers that slowly but surely make their way towards you.

Panic sets in as you frantically search for an escape route, your mind racing to find a solution. The sound of their moans grows louder, urging you to make a split-second decision that could mean life or death.

Shit! You feel something grab onto you, sending a jolt of fear through your body. You turn around to see a walker reaching out, its decaying fingers inches away from your face. Instinctively, you fight back, desperately pushing it away and breaking free from its grasp.

Suddenly, a shot rings through the air, and the walker falls down. You spin around, searching for the source of the shot but finding no one. A branch breaks north-west of you, causing you to tense up.

You realize that you're not alone and that there may be more danger lurking nearby. Your heart races as you weigh your options, unsure of whether to investigate or quickly make your escape.

But it's revealed to be a dark-haired girl, "Hurry! This way, now." You hesitate for a moment, unsure if you can trust her. However, her urgency and the fact that she might have just saved your life convinces you to follow her lead.

Without wasting any more time, you sprint towards her, grateful for the unexpected help in this dangerous situation.

[magicalcelestialgem]

The Smiling Critters Headcanons - Pt. 2

Hey, y'all! More headcanons! And also the fact I'm making up an AU involving them, specifically the toon ones! And maybe after this batch of headcanons, I will post the separate headcanons. And a certain purple kitty is first on the list.

Sorry, y’all! No ships today, but I do plan some ship headcanons.

The Smiling Critters are the same age.

All eight of the critters are childhood friends. DogDay was the one who brought them all together when they were 10. 

They all met at the same elementary school and continued on to middle school. The group sort of split up when they graduated from 8th Grade and they went to separate high schools (I plan to draw how they look as kids).

The Smiling Critters had a smaller version of their pendents when they were young and it was all done as a symbol of their friendship, as well as a representation of themselves. They got the bigger ones when they got older.

When the Smiling Critters are in their older teen/young adult (18-19 year old) age, they left their old homes and went into a mysterious land. The reasons why is still being made, but I plan to write why they left when I do separate headcanons for the critters. Some of them are sad/angsty. And as I explain their backstories in their separate headcanons, I might explain the land too.

The critters pretty much had a reunion the moment they stepped foot onto this mysterious land.

This land had eight houses, but no one was living in them. The Critters pretty much went door to door and into the houses to see which one fits them better. And at that point, the Critters had houses of their own and the land became their own little secret neighborhood in the middle of nowhere.

The Critters lived in the land for two years and some of them write or call to their family and friends back at their old homes.

This is where the first episode of the Smiling Critters cartoon began to slowly take place.

The Smiling Critters are unaware they are cartoon characters and are watched by millions of eyes. 

Since they are cartoon characters, they often follow cartoon logic. Like being able to survive Bubba’s explosive chemical experiments and Hoppy jumping from star to star to get to the moon. Also, the fact that DogDay and CatNap can sit on the sun and moon.

The land where the Smiling Critters live in is a place where they were allowed to be themselves and not feel pressured or hurt by anyone else. They were allowed to have fun and pretty much be goobers. They were all happier there and pretty much, got to “S-M-I-L-E everyday!”

Unknown to the Critters, the land has given all eight of the critters some strange abilities. Being able to breathe their respective scent is one. CatNap is one of the rare ones as he breathes two scents.

The Smiling Critters are almost the same height, but they are around the same size (maybe slightly taller) as some of the rubberhose toons like Bendy, who I headcanon is around the same size as a certain famous toon mouse.

The Main 8 critters are the only Smiling Critters known in their little “town.” At least, that’s what they think (possible Smiling Critter OC?).

[star-phobia]

My smiling critters oc :D

A little weirdo who likes to play pranks on the main critters but thinks she’s being friendly

Thanks to @kirbyderb for giving me her pendent idea!

[certkidwhocantdomath]

Coldstar Headcanons, Part IV: A Snowflake's Star

• Cassie found a stray gray American Shorthair on the streets, Bi-Han was hesitant to take it in but he quickly found out it was no ordinary cat- that and because Johnny said he wanted to keep it, so his hands were tied. The task of training her was given to Smoke and in his tutelage, she learned to use her claws as deadly weapons. Cassie eventually named the cat "Coldstar" or better known as the "Kombat Kitty".

(Kombat Kitty is inspired by the Warrior Cats OCs I see when I tap on the Coldstar tag. Not by design but by name)

• Johnny gifted Bi-Han the new iPhone 15 Pro Max saying "it'll make communication faster, so we don't have to write letters anymore.", even taking the liberty of putting a phone case and a phone charm

(Cassie made the charm🥰)

• Bi-Han wears a dogtag that says "CAGE", Johnny wears a dogtag that says "BI-HAN" and Cassie wears a dogtag that says "JOHNHAN'S DAUGHTER", the pendent reaches their breast bone while Cassie's reaches the end of her sternum. It was Johnny's idea to create the dogtags.

• In his free time, Bi-Han talks to Johnny via text. Bi-Han was nearly caught once by Kuai Liang.

• Johnny's contact name for Bi-Han is "Snowflake❄️" and Bi-Han's is "My superstar⭐".

• Johnny likes calling Bi-Han various names such as "Frosty", "Snowflake", "Ice cube", "Douma(let's pretend Demon Slayer exist in MK but as an anime), "Grandmaster blueberry ice" but Johnny mainly calls him "Bi" or "babe".

• Johnny likes playing with Bi-Han's hair as he rests his head in Johnny's lap.

• When given a chance, Johnny would grab onto Bi-Han's arm and squeeze his muscles like a stress toy.

• Johnny spoils Bi-Han. He loves to give him gifts, at least once a day. Such is the life of a celebrity. It can be anything, really.

[moremintysmores]

Sorry for the noticeable mistake I made making the 3rd picture I haven't done this type of super colored detailed drawings since i left high school

So who is she?

She is a super mario oc of mine that I started drawing back in my early days of middle school her name was originally rosabelle but I realized that Rosalina exists and didn't want two character nicked named rose or Rosie so I renamed her sunesty it two words combine sun and honesty she's autistic somewhere on the mid side of the spectrum

So why is she in the smiling critters if she's a nintendo oc?

Cuz i felt like making a crossover why not thier a bunch of colorful animals and she's just as colorful funny that both her and dogday of similar sun pendents also this wasn't my first time redesign her made a post way back when I started

I redesign her back in 2023 but she wouldn't fit in with the nintendo princess lineup so I tried again and trust me this wasn't my second time I've been redesigning her for a long time during my scho years

[spaceagetoon]

ALYSSA GRAMM 🎀💕

OC time baby!!! Alyssa is the Main character of my Magical Girl comic “More Than This”, she loves her life but she’s always longed for something more, dreaming of being isekai’d into a magical anime world to fight monsters, go on adventures with her friends, and dress up in different cute 90s outfits every episode. When she’s given a powerful pendent by a mystical figure and told to fight for the right to replace a dying goddess, she thinks her dreams have come true! Though she soon realizes she may be in over her head as the trials get harder and harder and a familiar face comes up with a matching pendent and a vendetta. Will she be able to handle the task and step up to the role of goddesshood, or will she fall by the enemies blade?

[spyridonya]

Number 34: bauble!!! 🥹

Micro Story Prompts!

Bauble

Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3/D&D Character: Zophus Pairing: Zophus/Raphael (if you squint), Zophus/OCs (if you squint more)

You can find anything in Tradegate, as the name would imply, including particular infernal weapons from the fallen of the Blood Wars. The weapons themselves are not important as so much as whom was imprinted on these weapons, sometimes leaving the echo of secrets buried within the infernal iron.

Zophus even wore the boots noted for such an occasion, with the red stripes running from calf to heel. However, before a vendor could find him, Zophus saw a delicate pendent of protection - a blue steel cage that caught a stone of heart-blood red - instead. So, he purchases it, because giving it in love would make his heart warm.

After all, you can find anything in Tradegate.

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Chibi Pendent ❤️

Commission by l1-b1

[stardustbee]

Stardust made to shine Cover Art by @the-chains-are-the-easy-part

Darth Maul x fem!Jedi OC Ayane Arinori

This is the cover art for my canon fanfiction 'Stardust made to shine'

We see Ayane and Maul sharing a pretty sweet moment while Ayane holds the cyber crystal she will later use for her lightsaber. Maul holds a pendent that shows a little shell that was a gift from Ayane. The both get surrounded by parts of their lightsabers.

I am more then grateful for this wonderful piece and I have no words to describe how much I enjoyed working together with @the-chains-are-the-easy-part !!! Consider getting a comission yourself or at least share the post, so maybe you can reach some who can!

Chains Comission Infos ♡

Little close up of those beautiful people under the cut 🥰

Taglist, let me know if you want to be added!

@eloquentmoon @elledjarin @justalittletomato @oh-three @nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius @pixiestookourstardust @herbalinz-of-yesteryear @marivenah @dukeoftheblackstar @rogue-kenobi @agirlunderarock @bacarasbabe @lune-de-miel-au-paradis

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Here is my new OC WolfHexed He's known for having the worst luck and an old friend of dogday

WolfHexed is a recurring character in the Smiling Critters show. His pendent is a broken mirror

[wyvolf]

Researcher Spencer Deanna Kripke! A senior researcher despite his relatively young age. His experiences comes in from biological sciences but has gained interested in other anomalous subjects since working at the Foundation. Despite not having a PhD degree he’s been called “Dr. Kripke” by others, but Researcher Kripke works just the same. Erm, autistic adhd! He’s just like me! But 6’0”, and actually nothing like me but the same mental soup (only two of them).

He also has freckles… I forgot to draw them RAGGHHH.

I’m gonna be drawing him holding hands with Iceberg (my interpretation), he doesn’t know who Clef really is but respects him, same with the other canon characters— just has a level respect to them as they’re older and more experience. Dr. Glass is his therapist.

This is mostly a rewrite for the amulet itself. *NOT* Jack Bright, who in this case died way back in that original breach involving SCP-076. And is forever dead. Other Bright family members do not exist within the Foundation at all. Jack was one of those “joined a front company” hires. And that’s it. He’s dead!

Now, onto SCP-963, or “Opals Youth”, or a better name idk.

Dr. Kripke is current holder of 963, a pendant fashioned into a necklace that grants the current main wearer immortality, youth and ability to heal wounds. While others can safely touch the pendant their wounds may heal but they’re never granted the youthfulness or immortality. Due to the name this pendant heals wounds, even the more drastic… limb-loss (even loss of important organs) back to a relatively healthy state. Regrowing limbs, or even entire organs takes the longest. The more horrific wounds tend to scar and remain but fade very slowly over time, smaller wounds scar but fade quicker, however, if the main wearer before being attached to 963 has any significant scars and/or injury (such as Dr. Kripke’s missing eye) then they won’t heal as it only heals wounds while wearing and/or fresh wounds.

A new wearer can be chosen if the pendent is taken from a at-the-moment dead wearer isn’t given the pendent within 30 days, after 30 days are up 963 will bind to a new main wearer. Dr. Kripke is the fourth holder of 963 after proving his worth. It was a “gift”, but is immortality and non aging youth really a gift?

Feel free to ask questions! Anon is back! Any hate anons wishing me death or whatever will be laughed at, logged, and deleted. Also Wyvern is being reused into a different OC/purpose. Spencer Kripke fans rise up!

[lovelessdagger]

Starlight - Epilogue: Starlight

Pairing: Din Djarin x OC

Rating: Mature

Enemies to Lovers, Slow Burn, Canon Divergence

WARNINGS: None.

Words: 2.7k

Summary:  The end comes as natural as the beginning. In peacetime, indistinguishable from all tellings before.

A/N at end.

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The end comes as natural as the beginning. In peacetime, indistinguishable from all tellings before. The darkness has not been defeated, and the suns have yet to rise in the early morning. Stars persist, and the glimmering silver hues of the moon shine bright from a hole in the sky.

Lumina’s duffle is light, her possessions few. Her stomach churns.

It is too late, she is committed.

---

Hyperspace brings reflection.

In a journal, she scribes nonsense:

Without light

I inherit

my mothers

sin.  

She hears a calling melody and ignores.

---

Lumina doesn’t know the planet they land on, coordinates came from mediation not a hologram. The environment reminds her of Corvus before the rebirth. Desolate, brown, dead. The air is cold, she tries not to shiver, tying a cloak over her shoulders.

Boba Fett exits the ship with her. He watches her with the care of a father under a lifetime of anxiety.

She feels a child again under his eye, itching to run back inside to the security he holds. She could find contentment, being with him. His faith in her is unwavering, should her sickness overtake he is all she would need by her side.

In every meaning she will miss him the most.

“K’olaror,” Boba says. He gives her his hand, holding her one in his two. “Ke'sushi.” He sighs. “Ad’ika. Are you certain this what you want?”

She answers, “I am. I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

He nods. “I have made many errors in my life,” he says. “I’ve spent my days wondering if I could have changed what’s happened to you. If I were there when—” he stops, squeezing her hand. “I swore to always watch over you. Not once did I ever think that duty would end. I force myself to forget many things, you’ve always reminded me why I shouldn’t. I wish I could have done more for you.”

“You’ve done plenty,” Lumina tells him. “More than you should. You took me on, a stranger, no pretenses. I imagine I’d be a lot worse without you. For all the bad Vader did… I don’t think we’d find each other another way.”

To this, Boba says nothing.

“It is already late,” he whispers. “You should begin your journey now. The dark is treacherous.”

Lumina responds, “It can be.” And as she does, the familiar white condor of Tatooine soars above the Slave I. She looks to her feet, seeing an oil slick snake. “Though not always.” Her eyes find Boba again, her face an echo. “I’ll be okay.”

“Strength is in your blood. Among all things you are a Fett. We are survivors. You may not be my daughter, but you will always be my little light. And I will miss you more than anything.”

Lumina thought herself past tears, she forgets her humanity until her vision is blurred within pools of their own doing. He holds her in a tight embrace, kissing the top of her head. She smells the warmth of leather, the tinge of metal in his beskar, the oak of his wash.

And she cries like a child.

At her calming some time later, he pulls away, holding her shoulders at arms length. “Are you ready?”

Lumina nods. “I am. Are you?”

He smiles. “No. But such is life.” From his pocket he places an item into her hand. A necklace of black cording and a handmade silver skull pendent. “An heirloom,” he says. “So that you may remember.”

Lumina inspects the jewelry, a reflection of her day on Nevarro. Of a witch and a burning. She bites the shock of a gasp, a stern gaze on her stern fist. This is real, she tells herself. Though there are no accessible memories within the object; Everything is real.

She asks aloud, “Remember what?”

Boba Fett answers: “Who you are.”

---

In the night, Lumina is guided through a forest. The white bird leads, the black snake acts as a compass. Not once is she lost. The path is filled by living grass, living trees, living flowers. She follows a line of torch bugs, taking time to admire the sky. There is comfort, even now with the most nerves in her life.

The road ends at a wide opening to a field. A large stone sits in the center, a smaller one at its side. Atop sits a cloaked figure in meditation, the bird flying to their shoulder. “I was beginning to think you’d never come.” Blue eyes open once Lumina is positioned in front, a clever stare given to the snake. “It’s good our friends work together now.”

“Ahsoka,” Lumina whispers. She bends at her feet, her head bowed. “I wish to apologize. I beg your forgiveness for all I have done.”

“Do not speak,” the old Padawan says. “Sit with me.”

With hesitance, Lumina takes her place at Ahsoka’s side. Her legs cross, a hand on each knee. Ahsoka settles into her meditation once more, closing her eyes.

Lumina attempts to follow suit; she is no stranger to the act, however difficulty finds place in rhythm. Her breathing is unsteady, she is disconnected, shaking. Sensory of the new world overwhelms her already peaked nerves.

Pressure comes at her lower back, a flat palm adjusting her posture. Through guidance of the Force, she steadies.

In. Hold. Out. Hold. In. Hold. Out. Hold…

All is well.

Ahsoka comes to her front, lifting Lumina’s chin. They lock eyes. “I will stay true to my promise, but if this is to work,” she says, “we must behave differently than we know. You must be open to the challenge. Do you understand?”

Quiet, Lumina responds. “I do. I am.”

Ahsoka nods. “Very well.” Lifting the hood of her cloak, she turns on a heel. “Come now. There is much work ahead.”

Together, they journey on.

---

There are still days where Lumina wakes with a start. Tonight is one of those instances. Her new home, Ahsoka’s T-6 shuttle, flies gentle in subspace when she jumps. Her hand presses against her chest, the other flinging covers off her sweat. She leans over the cot, steady birthing breaths to the ground.

Her feet touch base first, pushing herself to stand when the dizziness subsides. She pads to the refresher, splashing water on her face. A hand wave powers the lights. She cringes undoing tight braided hair. The resulting mane isn’t much better, though scalp strain won’t be missed. 

She looks younger than she feels. A million lives over the course of an assumed twenty-eight years, how remarkable. Her eyes flicker to the embedded standardized clock in the mirror. Three in the morning. She groans. Perfect.

Lumina elects to finish getting ready, swapping her sleepwear for typical gear. Dark robes reminiscent of a Jedis—something old of Ahsoka’s. 

“You’re up late.” Ahsoka, leaning against the doorway.

“Early,” Lumina corrects. “Bad dream.”

“Again? You said those stopped.”

“They did.” She sighs, wrapping arm bands up to her elbows. “Then they came back.”

“When?”

Lumina shrugs. “One… two months ago?”

“Two months?”

“I didn’t want to worry you.”

“Too late.” She walks in, directly behind Lumina. Ahsoka pulls her hair back behind her shoulders. She grabs Lumina’s comb, raking it through. Not having any of her own, Ahsoka’s grown quite enamored. “I wish you wouldn’t keep things from me,” she says.

“Right,” Lumina mumbles. “Because you keep nothing from me.”

The refresher grows quiet.

“I’m sorry,” Lumina says. She rubs the pendant of her necklace through her shirt. 

“Echo,” Ahsoka whispers. “We’ve been over this.”

“I know.”

“You cannot be tethered to the past. You must be mindful of the future.”

“But not at the expense of the present,” Lumina says. “I know.” She chews her lip, rolling her shoulders. “I just… don’t you think if I knew, it could help me?”

“No. Actually I think it would do the opposite. If you knew… you’d devote yourself to her. Not yourself. You’d abandon your training to look for a fantasy. When you’re ready to know, I’ll tell you everything.”

“How will I know that I’m ready?”

Ahsoka shrugs. “You’ll know.”

The ship lurches from under their feet, Lumina grips the rim of the sink.

“Finish getting ready,” Ahsoka says. “We’re early, but since you’re up we’ll get a head start.”

“On what?”

Ahsoka smiles. “The next step of your training.”

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“This is Tython,” Ahsoka says. They climb a rocky hill in the dead of night and beginning of the planets spring. “Long ago the Jedi held Temples on many planets, not just Coruscant.”

“I remember,” Lumina says. “Days of old believed in genuine aid. Easier done when the aid can actually get to those in need in a timely manner. And it kept separation from politics.”

“The Temple here became irrelevant some time in the High Republic with the emergence of hyperlanes. To my knowledge, what remains of the Jedi have gone largely untouched by sentients since.” Lumina is spared a look. “The Force is meant to be strong here, as pure as it can be while in the known galaxy. This is just fable of course, but I find there is truth in legend.”

Lumina snorts. “Clever.”

“I can be funny.”

“Hardly.” Her eyes roll, fond. “So, why are we here?”

“To test you,” Ahsoka says. “And myself I suppose. The effectiveness of my training, the progression of you, all in-between. You’ve been my student—my partner for half a cycle. Six months to the day. You’re a different person from when we met. Mostly.”

“Not that different,” Lumina mumbles. “Better at pretending, I think.” She taps the saber on her hip, swinging with every step. “I’m still red. Always will be. Leave a crack for the dark it’ll flood your soul.”

Ahsoka’s brow quirks. “That’s a Jedi proverb.”

“Mandalorian, originally,” Lumina corrects. “Ba'slanar palon werede ven kyr'amu gar runi.”

They come to the top of the hill and ruins of a stonehenge, a flat boulder in the middle. Lumina overlooks the horizon, circling the perimeter. No nearby village, no visible forest, rivers, lakes, or mountains. The T-6 shrinks to porg size with the distance, a small blinking light from Huyang.

“Take a seat,” Ahsoka says, waving to the stone. “Present your saber.” Flat in Lumina’s hands, she speaks again. “When I first got that lightsaber, my crystal was green. While I was in exile, it stayed in the care of our Master. He turned it blue. Gifted to you, the crystal is red.”

“I bled the kyber myself” Lumina admits. “Not him. After Yavin… Boba and I went to Tatooine, to learn about that boy who destroyed the Death Star. I knew from the first thing I touched who he was. What he was. I knew what it meant for me. Skywalker took everything from me. He had a family—one who loved him, he didn’t need mine. I thought turning my crystal red would make him care about me again. In the end it just enforced that I could be on my own. So I was. After I did it I felt horrible. Then I felt proud, then I felt horrible for feeling proud, soon enough I stopped caring.“

Ahsoka takes the saber through the Force, pulling apart each section. “How do you feel now?”

Lumina shrugs, the kyber floating back into her palm. “This is part of who I am.” Ahsoka places the hilt on the floor before Lumina. “I think of it like my scars. They’re all a reminder of where I come from. Used to be what I fought for. Now they’re what I fight against.”

She could swear Ahsoka smirks, though the expression is fleeting. “There’s hope for you yet.” She circles Lumina, placing pressure on her lower back. “Your assignment is meditation,” she says.

Lumina looks over. “For how long?”

Ahsoka lifts the hood of her cloak, stepping away. “The Force will guide you, have faith. Return to the ship when you’re ready. I’d like to introduce you to some friends of mine. They could use our help.” 

“In?”

Ahsoka answers, “Meditate. Keep your mind clear. Trust in the Force,” and disappears below the hillside.

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Meditation is strictly a Jedi practice, one Lumina never thought herself particularly good at. Her breathing found habit in being too harsh, her posture too slumped or too rigid, her mind too full.

The worries allude her now. They’re so trivial. For the first time in her life, Lumina allows her own existence. She connects to the planets core and touches every living creature. She is weightless.

Six months under Ahsoka’s tutelage brought a bounty full of knowledge, but also perspective. 

The good days have been hard, and the bad days impossible. In the beginning, Lumina convinced herself of an imaginary ploy. She kept distance, sleeping with a knife at her side. She expected a break in persona. A punishment for failure, disobedience—of which there were plenty. A punishment which Ahsoka not once delivered on.

Their arguments become heated, Lumina knows how to get ugly with insults. She knows Ahsoka. Knows her memories, her struggles, her fears. Lumina knows cruelness and is unafraid of creating casualties.

But Ahsoka is patient. She is kind. She knows when it’s best to allow space and when to goad the truth. She never forces Lumina to stay, if her desire is to leave she may. By day, Lumina will pack. By night, she rests curled at Ahsoka’s side, mumbling apologies like a told off toddler.

Her maturity was too great as a child, now she lacks too greatly. At times she thinks herself an untrained hound, full of malicious intent when pinned.

She is learning—slowly—to be different. To be better. Perhaps she’ll be a student for the remainder of her life, however long or short that may be.

She is ready.

For trust, although cautioned. Peace, although fleeting. Security, even if conceptual. Love… she doesn’t know if she’s ready for love; the great vulnerability of the soul.

She may not be meant for it.

Loving comes in hand with loss, and she has had her fill of grief. Though that could be the point.

Knowing the Child, raising life—Ahsoka says the lessons from him are greater than any she could teach. Her heart does strain for Grogu more than she can bear. His smell, his warmth, his heart. Gods she prays the Force is with him. For the sake of his father if not her.

Din. Maker… there aren’t enough words in the galaxy to begin. Moons have never been the same, she’d never see the sun again if it meant the consistency of their comfort. She is haunted still, unsure if she holds right to such a feeling. A murderer murdered by their greatest muse.

What a tragedy for the act to be his right, welcomed into her life with each wound.

She cannot complain.

Even still, she would allow the violence. She is deserving.

Their story is the same as the rest, as she predicted, as she warned. He knew. He’s too smart not to have known.  In one form or another they were both willing to their lot in life.

A misery colored with company.

There have been worse punishments.

She would go again, and in a way she is fulfilled. 

She hopes he is as well.

In some way, she knows it to be true.

She is content.

Through the winds of the Force, Lumina Fett hears an echoing melody, far in the distance. Her eyes open. The sun has yet to rise, forgoing any indication of a significant passage of time. She looks to the sky, the stars being especially bright tonight.

All is well.

If the story has happened before it will happen again.

One will try.

The other will too.

Even if nothing will change, they will try because it might. They will try again and again, willing to the devastation for even a chance.

Poetry of ages past declares the law.

Lumina takes her lightsaber hilt from the dirt, placing her kyber firmly inside. She takes a breath.

A story told time and time again.

It will begin with peace, as it always does.

It will be the early morning.

Darkness continues, as it has for many years.

Though its time is ending.

Soon, dawn will emerge.

It is the will of the Force.

In an instant, from the black hilt of a lightsaber, a beam of pure white plasma illuminates the night sky.

Just like starlight.

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A/N: Moonlight, the second installment, will release 2024.

Thank you.

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