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OC-tober 5 - Outfit swap! (Part 2)

Yes I'm doubling up on images today, maybe this gives me a free pass later on? But I could not resist an outfit swap for Ahuska and Thirteen either! I'm not sure exactly what Ahuska thinks of wearing one of the first fashion disaster triumphs I ever drew Thirteen in, but I think he looks awfully cute in one of my favourite armour designs I've ever made for my girl >.>

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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.

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30 Uncommon Character Development Questions: Noara Starspark

No one asked, but I wanted to do these for Noara. Writing the last little bit has been a struggle (between new job, this quarantine stuff and the fucking earthquake it’s a wonder I can concentrate on anything) so making myself think about these questions is a good exercise. Plus it was a good reason to use this beautiful sketch that @dingoat​‘s Ahuska did of my beautiful Jedi girl. 

30 Uncommon Character Development Questions and because I did all 30 of them I put it under the cut, just to be polite.

What position does your character sleep in? ( i.e; stomach, side, back, etc. ) Describe why they do this — optional. In a bed that is in a safe location, as much ‘hers’ as any bed ever is, Noara is a starfish. Stretching out across the surface, wrapping the blanket around her limbs, moving in reaction to whatever is happening in her mind. In the field? She doesn’t move much, sleeping lightly enough to wake if anything about her environment changes. It’s not about getting a good night’s sleep in that situation, just getting enough rest to keep going.

Does your character have any noteworthy features? Freckles? Dimples? A scar somewhere unusual? etc. Noara has a noticeable scar on her right cheek but few people look close enough to see the claw mark scars on her neck that she received at the same time. The wounds there were thankfully not as deep as the one on her face.

Does your character have an accent? What does it sound like? Not really, she grew up on a planet that isn’t known for any particular accent and speaks a fairly basic form of Basic with little deviation/special pronunciations.

Do they have any verbal tics? Do they have trouble pronouncing certain words or getting their thoughts across clearly? When she is flustered or nervous she doesn’t quite stutter but she has a hard time getting the words out and will often start to say one and then have to stop midword to change it because it’s not the one she wanted to say.

What are their chief tension areas? Her shoulders and lower back. She tries her best to present an image of a strong, mature Jedi Master that is capable to carry the heavy responsibilities given to her.  

If you were to pick one song — and only one song — to describe your character, what would it be and why? Choosing just one is hard, I have a whole playlist for her and most of them could work as the “one” song to sum Noara up but I think I need to go with Brighter by Patent Pending. It is a great mix of being optimistic about the future but also jaded and weighed down by the past, which is very Noara. She has a hard time dealing with everything that has happened to her but refuses to let it define her and never looses sight of the hope that life will get better.

How does your character perceive themselves? Positive? Negative? Neutral? She tends more toward the negative. Noara has no illusions about her lot in life, she is important to a lot of people but not because of who she is - just for what she can do. Her abilities are far more valued than she is for just being herself. Depending on the version of her this is more extreme, in I’ve Got You she is very convinced her abilities are the only why people are around her, in Jedi Sitters she feels like she is a failure as a Jedi because of what happened when she was under the Emperor’s control (and the very fact she was able to being manipulated so completely) and my Sith version of her that I don’t talk about as much as I would like to has no illusions that anyone cares about her until a very stubborn Mandalorian/Republic spy Fynta enters her life.

Are they a quick thinker or do they need time to sort through their thoughts? Quick for sure, she is pretty impulsive actually. When she has time to sort through her thoughts she usually ends up second guessing and doubting herself. Gotta make those choices before her insecurities can catch up.

Does your character dream or are their nights filled with an empty blackness? Describe a dream they’ve had or a night they couldn’t sleep and what they did to preoccupy their time. This one also depends a bit on which version of Noara. In I’ve Got You she doesn’t dream often, or even deal with nightmares, until Valkorian decides it’s a good way to try and manipulate her. Jedi Sitters Noara has constant nightmares and avoids sleep as much as possible, staying up later with caf or meditating until she passes out from exhaustion. Sith Noara’s life is a nightmare, why would sleeping be any different?

If they had a choice, would they prefer a subway or a bus for public transportation? It would be a major trial for Noara to ever be on a subway, it would be very triggering for her claustrophobia. Busses only work because she can see out the windows, doesn’t feel as trapped as she would knowing she was inside a tunnel underground.

What do they think of creation? Do they believe in evolution or do they believe in God? What is their religion like? Noara trusts in the Force but has never been a very religion driven person. She knows the Force is there, and what it does, but big questions like “how did life begin?” don’t really concern her much. Scholars can figure that out as far as she is concerned.

Describe 5 unusual characteristics your muse has. 

Despite being a virginal space monk, she loves romance stories - especially ones with hot scenes she can live vicariously through; 

Rarely sits in a chair the way it’s meant to be sat in, like perched on the back of a chair or couch, lying on a couch so her head hangs off the cushion and her feet are draped over the back, both feet folded underneath her when on a bench type seat; 

Exercises almost obsessively, always working out because sitting still is difficult for her unless she has something to occupy her mind; 

Taps her fingers, shakes her leg or fiddles with her thumbs when feeling impatient or anxious; 

Wears dark purple makeup in a traditional Nabooian style because it makes her feel like she belongs somewhere, like she had a home at some point, and she doesn’t openly acknowledge the reason being that she has no idea where she is from and feelings like she is missing part of herself by not knowing.

Have they ever been so overwhelmed they had to stop and take a break from something? Yes, it usually ends up with her chasing the bottom of a bottle or working out until she can’t go on anymore.

Are they a team player or do they prefer to be solo? This is such a hard choice for her, Noara likes having people at her back but hates the idea someone could get hurt if she messes up or isn’t fast enough.

Can they multi-task or must they focus on one subject at a time? She is very tunnel minded when it comes to a task, until that one is done she doesn’t really notice the other things she needs to do and often gets overwhelmed if there are too many things to do all at the same time.

What are their best school subjects? What are their worst? List five of each. 

Best: Physical Education, Technology/mechanics, Languages, Flight/piloting, Literature. 

Worst: History, Philosophy, Biology, Home Economics like sewing/cooking, Math.

Is your character an introvert or an extrovert? How do they handle big crowds of people? Extrovert, even if she has to force it sometimes. She likes crowds because the focus isn’t going to be on her when there are lots of other people around.

Are they a leader, do they prefer to follow, or would they rather just stay on the sidelines altogether? Noara is in a weird place where this is concerned. She leads, because people look to her for it, because the Jedi Council assigns leadership positions to her, but in almost every case she thinks there is someone else would would be better qualified.

If your character was suddenly challenged, would they rather run away or stay and fight? Noara is a fighter through and through, sometimes to her own detriment, but running away is never her first, second or even third choice. Lana getting her out of the spire was a test of the Sith’s patience in every way.

If your character was allowed to murder one person without any consequences, who would that person be and why? This depends on the version of Noara. 

In I’ve Got You that was the Emperor, but she would never consider that murder. It’s justice and he earned it. 

In Jedi Sitters she would give anything to be able to kill the Sith who controlled and abused her after the Emperor “gifted” her to him. 

Sith Noara would kill… well most people she has interactions with, but Darth Ira who stole her from the Jedi would be at the top of that list.

Your character has been granted 3 wishes; what would they wish for and why? 

First she would wish for peace between the Empire and the Republic - even with magical wishes she doesn’t think they could ever merge into one collation but if the Empire and Sith could see reason and stop the needless violence she would be satisfied. 

Second, Noara would ask for the ability to save all the people under her protection - failing to keep someone safe who trusted her is devastating every time it happens. 

Third she would want to know her family, who they are, where they are, why they let her go.

Does your character trust people right off the bat or does it take them some time to warm up to someone? It depends how well she can read them through the Force. If she can feel their sincerity she trusts fairly easily, even when the person is a Sith like Lana. If someone is shielding their intentions from her she is very cautious about them.

Do they prefer romance or affection? What is the quickest way to your character’s heart? Affection. Romance for so long is such an unattainable concept to her but affection is rare, something that makes her want to reach out to the person offering it and never let go. Touch starvation is very much something Noara deals with before she has a certain Mando to cuddle next to at every possible opportunity.

Does your character have any enemies? If so, who and why? The Emperor, Valkorian, comes to mind. Most Sith would see her as their enemy as well.

Do they have any weird bedroom habits? Any unusual kinks? Because so much of her life is making choices and giving orders she doesn’t feel qualified to give, she likes letting someone else take charge. She isn’t a sub in every encounter, but Torian having his way with her - and giving her firm directions - is a sure way to get her going.

How does your character prepare for bed? Do they sleep at all or can they stay awake for days on end without trouble? When on her ship or whatever location is serving as a home base at the time, she cleans her face and lets her hair down, changed into pajamas if she doesn't expect a sudden awakening.  In the field she doesn’t do much other than assure herself she found a safeish location though her preference is to use an energy stim or two and stay awake and aware - something she has done for days at a time before finally crashing.

If your character had one thing to say to their parents before they died, what would it be? Why didn’t you keep me?

Are they afraid of death? Do they have any regrets? Before Torian, no. She never questioned that she would become one with the Force and it would be a more peaceful existence than her life was. After, and especially after learning his people’s thoughts about the afterlife, she has many doubts about what she believes and if they would be together again. Regrets are a big problem for her, no matter how she feels about death she is going to have plenty of those.

Does your character get restless when things are too quiet or do they favour solitude and silence? Why? So restless! Noara always needs to be doing something, even if it’s meditation. If her mind or body doesn’t have something to do she gets anxious.

Finally; if your character was forced to eat one thing for the rest of their life, what would they choose and why? Well most of her life she has eaten prepacked field rations, the Star Wars equivalent of MREs. So making a responsible, balanced choice she would say those. She needs the nutrition to keep up with both her active lifestyle and maintain her muscle mass. As a petite woman with a high metabolism she has to be conscious of what she eats to keep herself in good condition. Idealistically? Cake, with the loophole that it can be ANY kind of cake. She enjoys sweets and they are such a rare treat for her, the idea of getting to try lots of different varieties and flavors would be very tempting.

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All for blakk

O M G :’D

I’m not even putting this behind a cut SCREW YOUR DASHBOARD :P

A: Aptitude1. what are your oc’s natural abilities, things they’ve been doing since young?

Hiding.

2. what activities have they participated in?

HACKING, to include some questionably legal manipulation of the Intel mainframes for the purposes of playing a competitive game.

Swoop racing (actually just a dream, he hasn’t raced anything YET, but he’s working on building a racer)

Model building, he has a complete set of working model ships and vehicles

Built his own mouse bot

3. what abilities do they have that they’ve worked for?

All of his skills he’s worked very hard to develop and become proficient at.  He started out at a disadvantage, not being able to concentrate in class and having difficulty remembering things.  He worked very hard to overcome this.

4. what things are they bad at?

Anything involving emotions. :’D

5. what is their most impressive talent?

Knife fighting.  Also dancing, he’s capable of some very impressive dance moves.

B: Basics1. what is their hair color?

Black

2. what is their eye color?

Dark blue

3. how tall are they?

5 ft, 4 in / 162.5 cm

4. how old are they?

Depends, but he starts SWTOR at 17 years old.

5. how much do they weigh?

Somewhat under an ideal healthy weight for his height and age.

C: Comfort1. how do they sit in a chair?

Properly.  Although, left to himself on something comfy, he likes to pull up his legs and snuggle under a blanket.

2. in what position do they sleep?

Usually curled up on one side.

3. what is their ideal comfort day?

Before meeting certain people, it’s holed up in his room either working on his models or studying tech manuals.  After meeting certain people, it’s snuggled on a sofa with something sweet and hot to drink, wearing thick sweater and socks, and either watching the fireplace or a movie (with a fire in the fireplace).

4. what is their major comfort food? why?

Some kind of hot, creamy soup.  Certain people made something like this for him on cold days or to help him feel better.

5. who is the best at comforting them when down?

A feeeew people: Seran-vin ( @askcarminelegacy​), Ziminder ( @kaosstar​), Ahuska ( @dingoat​), possibly a couple others. ♥

D: Decoration1. how would they decorate a house if they had one under their name?

Blakk’s DK stronghold is typically done in cool colors with sleek, industrial lines and clean, minimalistic styles, although he does favor green, so that’s probably here and there.  Left to his own devices though (and maybe some interior decoration hints), his ideal house would probably be decorated warmly, with a more natural, welcoming style of furniture.

2. how would they decorate their child’s room?

Blakk would not have a child. XD

3. how do they decorate their own room?

Same as above, except littered with pieces of tech and various flying vehicle models.

4. what type of clothes and accessories do they wear?

The best in Imperial fashion - clean, sharp lines, asymmetrical styling, appropriate use of contrasting colors and accents, usually a darker color spectrum (unless white or silver).  No flowers.

Accessories include knives everywhere, a stealth unit, comms, Intel-tech grappling hook.  Less practical accessories include possible hat, white or black gloves (or dark green if he’s wearing green), earring (just one, asymmetry FTW), or choker. 

5. do they like makeup/nail/beauty trends?

No.  Except when disguised as a woman, then of course whatever is tasteful and stylish and matching his clothes.  Possibly sparkles and/or tattoos in interesting places if left up to Watcher Two. ;)

E: External Personality1. does the way they do things portray their internal personality?

Yes, very much.

2. do they do things that conform to the norm?

To the classic “Imperial norm,” yes.

3. do they follow trends or do their own thing?

Tasteful trends in fashion.  Other trends, generally not; Blakk is something of a lone wolf and finds it hard to group along with others.

4. are they up-to-date on the internet fads?

Not in the least.

5. do they portray their personality intentionally or let people figure it out on their own?

Blakk unintentionally does not portray his full personality.

F: Fun1. what do they do for fun?

See A for activities. Also, reading technical manuals.

2. what is their ideal party?

Not having one.

3. who would they have the most fun with?

Proooobably a certain Alderaanian noble or a certain Bothan. Or even a certain thief. 

4. can they have fun while conforming to rules?

Blakk certainly thinks he can. 8)  Imperial rules, anyway, no one mentioned anything about Republic rules

5. do they go out a lot?

Nope.

G: Gorgeous1. what is their most attractive external feature?

His eyes.

2. what is the most attractive part of their personality?

Probably his shy kindness or awkwardness.

3. what benefits come with being their friend?

Generally, he’s very loyal to his friends and honestly thinks the world of them.

4. what parts of them do they like and dislike?

Blakk likes his appearance; he’s not shy at all about being seen and being fashionable.  He hates the rest of himself. XD

5. what parts of others do they envy?

The ability of people to make friends or speak or hang out or have fun so easily.

H: Heat1. do they rather a hot or cold room?

Hot!  The hotter the better.

2. do they prefer summer or winter?

Summer!

3. do they like the snow?

No!  Except the indoor part with cozy clothes and hot drinks and cuddling.

4. do they have a favorite summer activity?

Nothing Blakk particularly identifies with the summer.

5. do they have a favorite winter activity?

Avoiding everything about the winter.

I: In-the-closet1. what is their sexuality?

A very in-the-closet Bi.

2. have they ever questioned their sexuality?

Not consciously.

3. have they ever questioned their gender?

Nope.

4. would/was their family be okay with them being LGBT?

What family? 8)

5. how long would/did it take for them to come out?

Still waiting, in denial 5ever, even after having a couple boyfriend AUs. :’D

J: Joy1. what makes them happy?

Sharing time with the people they care about.

2. who makes them happy?

Certain special individuals. ♥

3. are there any songs that bring them joy?

Probably, especially when certain people sing them.

4. are they happy often?

No.

5. what brings them the most joy in the world?

Someone telling him, “I love you.” It’s never happened.

K: Kill1. have they ever thought about suicide?

Yes.

2. have they ever thought about homicide?

”Thought” implies something deeper than a daily occurance. XD

3. if they could kill anyone without punishment, would they? who?

Blakk already does, but he has no one specific in mind.

4. who would miss them if they died?

Blakk thinks no one would.

5. who would be happy they died, anyone?

DERRICK @kaosstar​

L: Lemons1. what is their favorite fruit?

He doesn’t know enough to have one.  Raspberry might be a good contender.

2. what is their least favorite fruit?

Still doesn’t know enough to have one, but possibly lemons. XD

3. are there any foods they hate?

FLOWERS.

4. do they have any food intolerances?

Possibly. Blakk just needs to be careful he doesn’t overdo it with foods he’s not used to (his regular diet is exclusively nutrient bars).

5. what is their favorite food?

Nutrient bars.

M: Maternal1. would they want a daughter or a son?

No.

2. how many children do they want?

Zero.

3. would they be a good parent?

Blakk would be a terrible parent.  He’s not in a position or a mindset to care for a child, he might never be in one.

4. what would they name a son? what would they name a daughter?

Nothing.

5. would they adopt?

Nope.

N: Never Have I Ever1. what would they never do?

Blakk would never want to hurt the people he cares about ... but it’s happened anyway.

2. what have they never done that they want to do?

Race a swoop.

3. is there anything they absolutely can’t believe people do?

Probably not.

4. what is the most embarrassing thing they’ve done?

That one time he was swindled into going undercover at a strip club.

5. have they done anything they thought they’d never do?

Defect from Imperial Intelligence.

O: Optimism1. are they optimistic or pessimistic?

Very pessimistic.

2. are they openly optimistic, throwing it on others?

No.

3. are they good at giving advice?

Terrible at giving advice, but that doesn’t stop him. :’D

4. is there anyone in their life that throws optimism on them?

A good handful of people, haha.

5. were they always optimistic?

Blakk was ... once, in a part of his life he no longer remembers.

P: Personality1. what is their best personality trait?

Kindness.

2. what is their worst personality trait?

Negativity.

3. what of their personality do others love?

Probably the kindness and stubbornness.

4. what of their personality do others envy?

... Possibly his loyalty?

5. do they hate anything about their personality/about other’s personalities?

Blakk hates his lack of confidence and his introvertedness. There’s not much he actually hates about other people’s personalities, except cruelty. 

Q: Questions1. do they ask for help?

Never, if he can help it.

2. do they ask questions in class?

Rarely.

3. do they answer questions that make them a little uncomfortable?

Not usually, although there’s not much that would make Blakk uncomfortable in a classroom setting.

4. do they ask weird questions?

No.

5. are they curious?

Reasonably curious, moreso about things of a technical nature.

R: Rules1. do they follow rules?

Imperial rules, yes.

2. would they be a strict or laid-back parent?

Neither.

3. have they ever been consequenced for breaking a rule?

People have tried, in Republic space. 8)

4. have they broken any rules they now regret breaking?

Does blowing up hundreds of thousands of people across several planets count?

5. do they find any rules they/others follow absolutely ridiculous?

Mandalorian rules.

S: Streets - already answered!

T: Truth

1. are they honest?

Generally, but there are a lot of things Blakk lies like a rug about.

2. can they tell if someone is lying?

Usually; it’s part of his Intelligence training.

3. is it obvious when they’re lying?

No, unless it’s about his own feelings. 8)

4. have they lied about anything they regret lying about?

Oh yes. Or half-truths, or not confessing his feelings before it’s too late.

5. have they told truths that have been spread against their will?

No, but certain people have discovered truths Blakk would rather have been left alone.

U: Underdog1. have they been bullied?

Yes, even beat up a few times at Intelligence.

2. have they bullied anyone?

No. 

3. have they been physically attacked by a bully?

Yes.

4. have they ever been doubted?

Blakk has never told anyone.  He thinks “allowing” himself to be beat up is a severe weakness, and he’s pretty demoralized that no one noticed or stepped in.

5. have they surprised people with being good at something?

When it comes to fighting, probably yes.  He’s extremely agile, tenacious, and downright vicious.

V: Vomit1. do they vomit often?

No?  This is a very bizarre set of questions.  Clearly someone had no ideas when it comes to ‘V’.

2. do they get lots of stomach aches?

Possibly, when eating too much unfamiliar food.

3. are they good at comforting someone ill?

Not very good, but Blakk will sit with them and provide company.

4. what do they like as far as comfort goes?

Warmth and physical contact.

5. do they burp, cough, or hiccup most when nauseous? when vomiting?

Not exactly a very relevant question. XD

W: Water - already answered!

X: Xylophone

1. what is their favorite genre of music?

Generally something smooth and instrumental, like Classical.

2. do they have a favorite song?

Probably a few, or anything sung by a certain Alderaanian.

3. do they have a favorite band/artist/singer?

Just one favorite singer. So far.

4. can they sing well?

Blakk can actually sing reasonably well, he’s a tenor.

5. can they rap?

If his life depended on it?  Probably. :’D

Y: You1. how old were you when you created them?

Uhhh I do a terrible job of tracking what I did when.  Just about the time I started SWTOR, I created Blakk.

2. what inspired you to create them?

Blakk is the what-if Imperial universe version of my Jedi Knight Zakku’an.  The “what-if” brainstorming determined how his personality changed, and his appearance is the result of what I liked when changing Zak’s appearance with the character creator. XD

3. were they different when they were first created?

As Zak, he was very different.  More optimistic, friendly, and light-hearted.

4. do you enjoy writing them more than other characters?

Yes!

5. what’s your favorite thing about them?

Everything, especially how he has a chronic, “dig himself into deeper and deeper holes” problem. XD

Z: Zebra1. what’s their favorite animal?

He hates animals. Wolves.

2. do they like animals?

Not generally.  Although one day he will end up with a varactyl named Featherhead, an akk dog he will be Force-bonded to, and a pack of miniature blurrgs named after his friends. 8)

3. cats or dogs?

Neither? Both?

4. what’s their dream pet?

Since he’s never wanted a pet, he doesn’t have one.

5. do they have any pets at the moment?

Not at this very moment, but see #2.

@kaosstar I HOPE YOU’RE HAPPY XDDD

[vexredain]

Perks (and some cons) of Dating :: Vex Redain

“Been said by a well-beautiful lass that I’m either dangerously bold, or dangerously stupid. I’d say I’m much more o’ th’former’n th’latter, but ye know what? I think bein’ both’s what makes me bleedin’ great.”

Both the pros and cons of dating the dashing Captain Vex Redain can be found under the cut below!

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Passion. Whether in romance, or a multitude of other activities ranging from sailing to fighting to drinking, Vex takes to them with unbound passion. There’s not much that gets her down, and she lives her life with a staunch, unstoppable belief in the optimistic. Vex is a skilled and passionate romantic who is exceptionally prone to fits of flair, whether it’s by grandiose shows of her affection, or through simple physicality. 

Charm. Perhaps the quality she’s most proud of, Vex has a famously, or maybe infamously, silver tongue. Having spent many of the cycles of her youth travelling across Hydaelyn Vex quickly learnt the importance of charisma from her previous captain, seeing how far it got him and at first doing her best to replicate it. Of course, it’s been a long time since then, and Vex has truly mastered the art of talking herself out of - and into - situations as per her fancy. 

Wealth. A lifetime of privateering, and a particular taste for robbing Thavnairian ships, has enabled Vex to accumulate a large fortune. Having, quite frankly, far more gil than she knows what to do with, Vex lives more than comfortably. 

Confidence. It’s likely that no one could be said to love Vex more than Vex does, and this gives her a near insurmountable amount of confidence in herself, her activities, and her relationships. She’s hardly prone to jealousy when no one could possibly be better than her, or so she thinks, anyway. This brings with it an unrivaled sense of security in any relationship. 

Looks. Vex is a well-built woman who takes more than a little pride in her looks, she invests much of her free time into keeping herself in shape. While Vex is certainly strong, her time is often spent making herself look good, a body more made for showing off. An athletic figure with thickly corded muscles underneath perfect, unblemished grey skin, it’s easy to see why she’s so proud of it. She’s also got a stunning chest. 

Power. The captain of the Navigator’s Prow, a corvette in service to the Maelstrom-aligned Black Sails Privateers, Vex wields a significant amount of personal power, having a crew of experienced privateers who most often serve as the vanguard, as per the Black Sails’ particular choice to specialise in assault operations, not to mention a vessel with a decent amount of cannon. She has a good standing amongst her peers in the Storm and her city-state at large. 

Cons:

Self-Absorbed. Vex’s pride, ambition, and love of herself can often make her completely blind  to the emotions of others, or cause her to appear distant as she’s often wrapped up in, quite simply, herself. It’s also quiet difficult to get through her delusions of grandeur, of which there are many when dealing with one that sees herself at best as the chosen of Llymlaen, and at worst, her daughter. Things can, at times, become too much about her. 

Wanderlust. Never being able to stay in one place for long, Vex is fit to disappearing for moons at a time as she plies her trade across Hydaelyn, and she’s more than equipped to do so in both wealth and equipment. It’s hard to get Vex to stay in one place, and even then, she’s often dreaming of her next adventure. 

Blindness. Not so much in the physical sense, but Vex does tend to find it difficult to relate to others, particularly when they’re vulnerable or acting differently. This might cause her to seem distant, or that she’s creating distance, when in fact she’s simply blissfully unaware. 

Rude. Vex isn’t the most savoury person on the Crystal, and is quite prone to belittling and insulting others when she doesn’t approve of their behaviour, actions, or personalities. If she doesn’t like someone, it can be almost impossible to change her mind on such matters. This can cause problems if she were to take a dislike to friends or family, as Vex has little patience and hardly is one to hide her emotions, thoughts, or feelings. 

Rear. Vex has incredibly narrow hips, as well as not being particularly plentiful in the rear. She’s also incredibly touchy about it, to the point that she wears padded clothing and jackets that make it seem like she has more than she does. This is a sore point, and one that she does not react well to people bringing up. 

Commitment. Being brought up in a staunchly traditionalist Keeper clan, Vex sees the concept of monogamy and eternal bonding, too, as trappings of Hyur, Elezen, and other Spoken. The concepts not existing in her culture have caused her to have a particular disdain for both. 

[koboldgirl]

One Day

“He saves what others throw away He says that he'll be rich someday”

For Crow, it was simple. The hardest part was over. Now he got to simply enjoy the day with her. And he did enjoy the day, the week, the month, the year, the minute and the second. He suspected he’d enjoy the century as well until they both wore out their natural lives.

He had fought to free her from a kidnapping and watched as she broke free and proved herself a Mandalorian, not that she needed to. They’d flown without a ship through the ice fields of Saleucami just to enjoy the view.

Now they’d colonized a world together and they’d get to decide the future of a society, even down to the names of the creatures that’d inhabit their world.

“Hey. I love you.” He whispered into her ear as she slept, following up with a gentle peck along her jawline.

It had only been a day since he’d thought they could just get up and fly away...he still felt guilty. It ate him, knowing Nines was still out there. For all their fights, their flaws, he cared about her as well and hoped she was okay.

But he knew she wasn’t.

But he did know Ahuska was okay. Ahuska was safe. Ahuska was here.

She wasn’t just here, she’d fought to save him more times than he could count. She stayed after his spat on Hoth, she’d cared enough to stop him. She’d cared enough to listen.

It dawned on him quietly just how close he’d really been to dying. To losing all of this. If he’d just been a bit more diligent and a little less lazy, a bit more heartless and a lot firmer with Nela, he’d be gone.

Just like his father, leaving it all behind.

Slowly he turned away from his wife, from Ahuska and touched the intercom, keeping the volume low, barely audible really so as not to disturb her.

“Hey. Hey, Nel. Wake up.”

His daughter’s response came blearily, slow, understandably annoyed at being stirred so late on in the night.

“Huh..? Wh-what is it? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing’s wrong. I had a question for you.”

“Really? Right now?”

“It’s important.”

“What is it?”

“That dream I had. It was just a dream, wasn’t it? It wasn’t ever real.”

“Why would I know?”

“You know why. I know you’ve seen things.”

“You sure you want the answer to that?”

“Yes. I need to know.”

Nela hesitated. It was one of the few things she’d kept secret for so long. One of her earliest ‘versions’. One of the first times she’d realised that his dream was real, but not of this future. Of another long past one.

“I don’t know how you die, Dad...I’ve just seen versions of it. But…”

“It’s not this version.”

“How’d you know?”

“Ahuska wasn’t there. In everything I saw, she was never there. You were-...I don’t know where you were but I got this sense you were taken care of. Safe.”

“You gonna be okay…?”

“Every time I did something stupid…”

“You were just stupid lucky. Or-..maybe not. Maybe ask Ulfran.”

The times he’d charged against all odds. The times he flown his ship into the jaws of death. The hyper-space jump from the danger zone of a burning star right into the heart of an enemy fleet.

He was never safe in all the time he merely presumed he was invincible. He had been a madman, like they’d said all along.

“Can I sleep now?”

“Yeah..yeah, sorry kiddo. Thank you. I’m really glad you’re in my life.”

Crow turned, taking a firm hold of Ahuska and just buried his face in her neck.

“Hey...wake up.” He whispered to her.

Ahuska turned. She was already awake and had heard every word, a fact that made him freeze.

He didn’t have to speak, though. They never had to speak anymore. He felt it too, their lives had drawn together. They were bound, from now until the end of time through so many places and times.

“I love you.” They both said at the same moment when they tried to catch their breath; Then they laughed.

---

Nela couldn’t help but smile as the comm switched off. She rolled over to sleep, but found her mind wandering.

Her family had grown beyond what she’d ever thought possible. For so long it was just her and her father, that Grinning Nutter flying through space from one stop to the next avoiding whoever was hunting them both.

Now there was so many of them. So many people to love, to care for, to cherish and so many more coming through the door to make themselves at home in her heart.

But right now, so many people were hurting. It called to her.

Those who had lost loved ones in the war caused this underlying tension through the system sometimes she thought she could see their very energy itself.

But that was just her slipping away…

When she opened her eyes again, Nela stood before the house. Maro came barreling out the door toward her, still a puppy of course. She scooped him up, beaming, and asked how Kassandra was doing.

“See for yourself!”

Inside, Nela found the Chiss singing aloud to herself as she sat comfortably in a near-empty room with a window showing the untamed lands of Eden.

“I woke up in my house, alone in my bed.

Six AM is screaming...back at this again.

Do it with my eyes closed,

Marks in the cement.

How the hell am I supposed,

To mush you from my head?”

It wasn’t a song Nela recognised, but she didn’t want to disturb her so for a while, she just listened beside Maro in the doorway. She’d never heard Kassandra sing before...she’d heard she could, of course, from Ahuska’s rescue. But got the sense that most of the time it was a very private thing to her when she wasn’t trying to make a scene, like then.

“Take a breath and step in,

Blowing through the city.

Everyone keeps asking me,

Twenty cents and pity.”

Looking out the window, Nela saw more than Eden and she knew Maro did too. She saw a billion threads passing by, each a different world, a different path calling out and practically begging for her to grasp at them and lose herself within their stories.

But she couldn’t...as tempting as it was.

She had a story of her own to tell.

“Big future.” Maro barked softly.

“Yesterday was blue skies and bicycles,

And I miss you already.”

As Nines’ singing passed on, so did the threads that had been attracted by the story she was weaving with her voice. Slowly they went back to their own tales and possibilities.

Nela heard Kassandra crying softly. She dropped down and held her, because that’s what you do for people who need comfort.

You give it, unconditionally.

“It’s gonna be okay. I promise.”

---

Nela was easily swept along by her emotions, and Ulfran knew that was dangerous. That’s how the Dark Side got in. It’s how the Sith wormed inside your head. They appealed to those emotions and it was why the Jedi tried to shut them out. They didn't want to, but they had to. It was their duty.

A duty he knew he couldn’t keep.

He watched Lyrisal standing out there with his stomach doing somersaults. They’d broken so many rules before to share in the joy of love and commitment. Then they’d been separated, divided by duty, and she’d found someone else to share her soul.

Despite it, she kept up their friendship like little had changed.

He found himself wishing he could express himself more around her, and yet that hesitation, that guilt, was always dogging at the back of his mind.

They were all good people. Independent of Good Vs Evil, the best and worst of both present in their little army. A Chiss war criminal now committed to making a home for refugees, an ex-Republic hero and daughter of a Senator now in league with deserters and willing to go to war for a separatist cause.

Once he thought the world was simple. A black and white with only minor shades of grey, at worst.

Now he wasn’t sure black and white existed at all. He wanted nothing more than to go out there, take her hand and tell her it was all going to get better.

But he just couldn’t.

---

Lyrisal stood in the field, letting an alien wind blow through the waist-high grass around her. The white armour leggings kept her safe from whatever tics and creatures might ruffle through the unkempt vegetation. She almost felt bad, like an intruder, for how they were going to tame this world.

It was virgin, free, unsullied and yet here they had come to turn it into something all their own.

“Eden.” She whispered, wishing she was sharing this moment with her wife who was so far away. Her eyes traced the stars above undisturbed by any light pollution as even their great dreadnought left its lights shut off to remember those who had fallen to get them here.

They weren’t new stars, not really. But each time she landed on a planet she always took a night to look up and memorise the patterns she could discern.

Lyrisal wondered if she was looking up at the star Kassandra was chained to, somewhere up there. Was she still on that Imperial ship somewhere far away? Or had they taken her to a new planet to do whatever they had planned for a traitor?

Traitor. She hated that word.

“Ulfran. Come here.” Her gaze never left the stars. He stepped forward, caught unawares and came to a stop only inches from her.

She took his hand and locked her fingers through his, still looking up.

“See those three stars? The ones that look like they’re in a straight line?”

He blinked, having been staring more at her than the skyline. But as she pointed, he raised his eyes to look.

“Yes.”

“And the triangle above? The head, the shoulders. Then the legs...see them, those two? And that bright one below and to the right?”

“I see them.”

“His name is Orion. My father used to tell me stories about him growing up, back when I was younger. A great hunter, a justicar, protector of the innocent before Jedi were around.”

“It’s a nice story.”

“I think that’s what I’d like to name this settlement. Orion.”

“I like it. It suits what you have here.”

“Ulfran.”

“Yes, Lyrisal?”

“I’m glad you’re here. I missed you.”

She never took her eyes off the stars, but he could tell her eyes had began to dampen with tears that threatened to overflow. He wanted to say something, to make it all better. But you can’t fix everything yourself. He learned that long ago.

So he just turned to watch the stars with her.

[dingoat]

@askshivanulegacy >.>

our fates are entwined whether you like it or not you stupid bastard

[dingoat]

OC-tober 7 - the prompt was 'tipping the chin up of an OC to look them in the eyes' but well. Ahuska isn't exactly the taller one here hahaha. Close enough though.

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OC-tober 2 - Waking up. No secret that Ahuska's favourite way to wake up is alongside someone <3

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OC-tober 11 - Flirting (succeeding/failing) with another OC.

I daresay she's been enjoying a lot of success with this one lately...

(I've had the reference for this saved for ages and this was the perfect time to bust it out, haha. Also wow, Ahuska's face turned out perfect, I'm not sure I'll ever get her looking this cute again.)

[dingoat]

Some serious kenergy happening tonight

[dingoat]

"I think it's time you left."

[dingoat]

HAPPY SMOOCHY DAY happy OC kiss week, I am not sure I'll have the time to do anything new for myself this time around so have a COMPILATION OF FAVES