#but the height difference tho unless it was because of the disguise but still

[t4tadrienette]

Do you think they ever explored each other's bodies

[baka-monarch]

A/N: One day I was looking at Krackinnit fluff and said: what if angst tho, so then this happened. I'd like to preface by saying that this is platonic. This is based on the Krackinnit Au and its respective characters, not to be confused with the actual the content creators. Also, for reference, Tommy is around 250ish feet tall at the beginning. I hope you guys enjoy!

-EchoLocation

---Growing Pains---

<Krackinnit Au>

Warning: Swearing (There's like... one swear.)

Word Count: Around 1.7k words.

...

A would-be whimper was suppressed into becoming a low grumble.

He didn't want to grow. Not anymore. He hadn't wanted to grow for awhile but it... it just. kept. happening. Tears pricked at his eyes. He'd been so sure, so very sure, that the last time he grew would be his last. Kraken hybrids were supposed to be around two hundred feet. That's what all the library books had said, from the few that even mentioned krakens.

Weeks earlier, Tommy had come to the conclusion that he'd made it-(Through the helpful but awkward method of stacking his mer friends on top of another)- that he had made it, he had reached the end of his growth spurt. He had even excitedly confided to Tubbo that "That was the last one, I'm positive!" Tubbo, seeing Tommy's enthusiasm, hugged him tightly. "Congrats big man!" They maintained eye contact and wore matching smiles.

To Tommy, he would finally stop growing, finally have less pains, and finally be able to fit a home to his size. To Tubbo, he shared Tommy's joy, because he was glad that Tommy was able to win something, to celebrate something, after all of his past losses.

But of course the universe decided that it was a premature triumph. Tommy shook his head, bringing himself back to the present and deciding not to linger on his own self disappointment.

Fucking genetics, he thought.

His stomach gurgled in response.

But now...Now he was running as fast as he could towards the coast. If he transformed now, it would happen immediately, so that was not optimal. But if he did not transform soon, his primal instincts would kick in and nobody, nobody, wanted that.

If possible, he ran faster.

Moments earlier, Tommy and Tubbo had been spectating Dream's latest Manhunt challenge when Tommy heard a gurgle. He had reassured himself that he'd be fine, after all, he was in his human form and he hadn't eaten anything similar in size to his true height. A slightly irritated stomach was normal and happened quite often because he hung out with Tubbo. Then there was another gurgle. Tubbo had sent him a concerned glance while Tommy's mind raced to catch up with his thoughts. Two noises within a minute was unheard of- unless...

Tommy swore loudly as he rapidly rushed down from the spectator stands. Tubbo opened his mouth to ask, but Tommy had interrupted him with a shout "Gotta go! Enjoy the game!". Tommy bolted away. Tubbo, unsurprisingly, went after him.

...

His head was throbbing by the time he saw the outline of the beach. Despite not wanting it to, his body started to relax at the sight, and the moment he dived for the water his limbs shifted haphazardly and his tentkckle's broke through their disguise, eager to touch and feel anything. His form kept expanding and extending outward until there was a ginormous silhouette that blocked the view of the coastal water.

His head hadn't stopped throbbing. He was growing and knew that the discomfort would only worsen. His stomach grumbled again, reminding him of his lack of consumption earlier. Tommy grimaced, without food, growing was always more painful, choosing to leech off his own energy because of the absence of food inside him.

He curses at himself for his lack of foresight. Then, he eases himself back into the ocean as much as he can, and proceeds to lay on his stomach. His chin digs into the floor of the beach while his arms keep most of his face from the ground. The tips of his fingers claw and grip the earth harshly with familiarity.

His body wants him to endure the pain in the deep depths of the ocean. His mind argues back that the beach is more comfortable to reside on, especially when Tubbo is there with him.

At the same time, a small part of his mind whispers of how he doesn't want Tubbo to see him here, weak, and only able to squirm uncomfortably. Besides, the whisper adds, Dream's Manhunt would be fun, Tubbo could continue to have a blast.

Ten minutes, he compromises with his bodily discomfort. Agreeing along the lines of 'if Tubbo doesn't show up then out to the ocean it is', to suffer more quietly, but all alone.

It's not a surprise when Tubbo does show up -he always does- and is concerned -that too-.

...

Tubbo was carrying a bundle of various natural resources that mainly comprised of leaves. To Tubbo, Tommy's mood is obvious, there is displeasure written all over his features and he glares into the forest, but he turns his head to smile a sad smile at Tubbo. Tubbo returns the smile, but he doesn't know if Tommy can even see it. As if sensing something, Tommy returns to having a stare off with the trees of the forest.

Tubbo knows that Tommy's senses get jumbled during his growth spurts, and that Tommy gets sensitive with his hearing so Tubbo speaks up softly. "I'm right here with you, if you need anything, just ask. I'm going what I usually do, if you don't feel like that's helping, please tell me." Tommy's ear flicked in his direction, signifying he had heard Tubbo's words. No response. So this is one of the more painful ones, Tubbo realizes.

And with that, Tubbo placed the bundle on the ground, grabbed a large leaf, and pressed the leaf against the side of Tommy's elbow. Then he moved the leaf in a circular pattern. The leaf's purpose was to let the texture of the leave's motion serve as a distraction to Tommy's pain. Different leaves meant different textures. Whether the tactic worked efficiently was up to question. Tubbo liked to think it worked, after all, it had worked well enough in the past to help Tommy. Now though... well, Tubbo would continue try his hardest to help, even if Tommy's size kept minimizing said help.

And then their silence began. Well, Tubbo's silence. Tommy would continue to squirm and gurgle as time went on.

...

At one point, Tommy's eyes resigned to watching the tiny mop that was Tubbo's hair. Tubbo was so much smaller compared to when Tommy first revealed his kraken characteristics . Of course Tubbo had completely been dwarfed by Tommy's side, but now he was so so very small, like a sprinkle.

Without warning, Tubbo scooted backwards and Tommy blinked, realizing that he had started crying. They made eye contact, or at least, Tommy thought they did, Tubbo's head was tilted in his direction so...

"I'm sorry," Tommy mumbled, slowly bringing his hand to wipe away his tears. Tommy made sure he was gentle with his movements. Gentle, always gentle, especially near Tubbo.

"There's no need to apologize" Tubbo reassured quietly, but Tommy's ears picked up on it regardless.

"I-" Tommy started, "I really thought it would be the-the last one". One, two, three tears splashed on the shore's surface. Tubbo could see the glistening of Tommy's eyes for a moment before both of his hands were brought to cover his face. As a result, the sand shifted to accommodate the sudden movement. If it wasn't enough for the growing itself, the pain had a tendency to make him more emotional than normal, and now he was somber in a delirious sort of way. He was still crying. Tommy kept his hands in their position and tilted his face down to see Tubbo hugging his elbow.

"I know" Tubbo soothed. "It'll be alright. You'll be alright. We love you, and size isn't going to change that." He comforted.

Tommy didn't immediately respond. His attention was focused on his elbow and Tubbo's presence. There was no feeling. There was no pressure. He didn't feel anything. He didn't feel Tubbo. He DiDn'T FeEl TuBbO!

Tommy's breath hitched momentarily and then the water works fell down and decimated a bit of the shore line. Protect, protect, protect. Quickly, Tommy's hand jutted out to steady itself over Tubbo's head, keeping the tears from directly hitting him. The tears dripped from the sides of Tommy's hand, and even if Tubbo jumped he wouldn't be able to make contact with the ceiling that was Tommy's hand. Contact was key when it came to helping Tommy so... "You can hold me, if you'd like." he offered.

Tommy took no time in doing so, choosing to gently scoop Tubbo into cupped hands. Tommy extended his thumb towards Tubbo, but didn't touch him. There is uncertainty in Tommy's eyes, but that doesn't stop Tubbo from trying to help. Tubbo then proceeds to lean his forehead against the tip of the thumb and is able to partially wrap his arms against the side of it.

Tommy's posture shifts slightly and the tears come to a halt. He's finally relaxing. Tubbo smiles.

...

Tommy rejoices. There's a smile growing on his face by the second. He can feel Tubbo, and that's all that matters. Earlier must have been a false alarm.

Yes, he reflects on it, a false alarm. He focuses back onto Tubbo. It's not that much pressure, but it's Tubbo, and it is the feeling of touch.

Tommy eases his body closer to the shore and settles his hand next to his face. Tubbo climbs toward his face, and to Tommy, every single step is a reminder that he can still feel Tubbo, and a reminder that he isn't too big for it not to be true. Hopefully, he'd not ever be that big.

Tubbo settles into a crevice between Tommy's face and hand. The pressure is still there due to Tubbo's weight. They stay like that until the sun starts to set and the wind blows a bit colder.

...

It's time to move.

The growth spurt is over, and had been for a while now. Tommy peers at Tubbo, who has fallen asleep. He shakes his hand ever so gently, and Tubbo stirs. Tommy eases Tubbo onto the rest of his hand and places him on the shore. Tubbo watches, still a bit sleepy, as Tommy reverts to his human form. Tommy's form shrinks until he's shuffling out of the water.

They meet half-way, and this time Tommy is the one who hugs him. "Tubbo, I gotta say..." he begins. "I think George may have stronger arms than you. I mean we joke and all about his stick arms but-" Tommy cut off with a teasing smile.

"Oi!" Tubbo lightly jabs him in the side. "How's that for arm strength?"

"That's an elbow, Tubbo."

"Same thing."

"If you say so."

There's a beat of silence as they start heading toward the village.

"Thanks." He doesn't know what he did to deserve Tubbo.

"Anytime." Tubbo replies, as if what he's saying is actually true.

And, it is.

...

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[skgway]

1823 Aug., Wed. 20

8

11 1/2

Soon began on the erotics last night. Her warm, then [e]ncouraging. I said this was not like keeping our promise. She answered, ‘no’ and reached a towel to put under us to keep the bed clean on account of her cousin. I had retired too early for her. ‘Am I too soon for you?’ ‘Yes, rather,’ said she, and I resumed, determined she should have a sufficiently good kiss before I had had one. She said she had and we fell asleep. 

Both awoke at five in the morning and talked till seven. Asked if this was not better than my sleeping in Micklegate. ‘Yes,’ but it was prudence # on her part. She had a feeling she could not describe. Would make any sacrifice rather than have our connection suspected. She seemed very affectionate and fond of me. Said I was her only comfort, she should be miserable without me. 

Lou has got rather out of ∂ [Charles]’s good books she – Lou never got up to breakfast living with her uncle has given her very independent notions – He waited for her – Consulted her in everything – She told C– [Charles] one morning, she got up at the hour that suited her convenience – ∂ [Charles Lawton] has therefore been sadly out of his best humour this summer and π [Mariana] sadly fidgetted –

Told M– [Mariana] that she did not understand one 1/2 my letters, and misunderstood the other – That my aunt said (speaking of the regard between us), it was “much more on one side than the other”, – On my side then hers – Miss Pattison had blushed up to the sears, and told her at Manchester that ∂ [Charles Lawton] complained of her being cold and she wished she would try to be warmer when she returned. π [Mariana] said she and ∂ [Charles Lawton] very well knew the reason of that that she could not seem warm if she did not feel so. 

π [Mariana] once sat next Miss Pattison’s uncle at dinner there and he said of her she looked like one who could love. I agreed, then reverting to ourselves, ‘this is adultery to all intents and purposes.’ ‘No, no,’ said she. ‘Oh yes, π [Mariana]. No casuistry can disguise it.’ ‘Not this then, but the other.’ ‘Well,’ said I, choosing to let the thing turn her own way. ‘I always considered your marriage legal prostitution. We were both wrong. You to do and I to consent to it. And when I think of blaming others, I always remember nothing can at all excuse us but our prior connection.’ 

I did not pursue the subject, nor did π [Mariana] seem to think much of it. The fear of discovery is strong. It rather increases I think. But her conscience seems seared, so long as concealment is secure. She said yesterday of Harriet, if she had never liked Milne I could have made more excuse for her. Thought I to myself, if none but those who were without sin threw the first stone.

Harriet, like the woman taken in adultery, might escape – Told her she needed not fear my conduct letting out our secret. I could deceive anyone. Then told her how completely I had duped Miss Pickford # and that the success of such deep deceit almost smote me, but I had done it all for her, π [Mariana]’s, sake. ‘Why should it smite you? ‘It is deceit that does no one any harm.’ 

I made no reply, but mused how sophistry might reign within the breast where none suspected it. How might not this argument best retched from one deceit to another. Mary, you have passion like the rest, but your caution cheats the world out of it. Scandal and your courage is weak, rather than your principal strong. Yet is it I who write this. 

She’s true to me, yes, but she has not that magnanimity of truth that satisfies a haughty spirit like mine. She is too tamely, worldly, and worldliness is her strength and weakness her foible and her virtue. She loves me, I do believe her, as well as she is capable of loving. Yet her marriage was worldly, her whole conduct is worldly to the farthest verge that craven love can bear. 

How often has it struck me that years ago when once talking to Lou about this marriage and the powerful circumstances that almost compelled it. ‘Well,’ said she, ‘you do not know π [Mariana]. She is worldly and the match was worldly altogether.’ This did indeed strike me at the time but it never struck me as it does at this moment – (Thursday 21 August 3 55/60 p.m. 1823) – 

It now opens upon me as the key of all that all I have never yet been able to comprehend in her character. I have doubted her love, I have doubted her sincerity. How often with an almost bursting heart have I laid aside my papers and my musings because I dared not pursue inconsistencies I could not unravel. I could not deem the dial true, I would not deem it false. The time the manner of her marriage to sink January 1815 in oblivion. Oh how it broke the magic of my faith forever. How, spite of love, it burst the spell that bound my very reason suppliant at her feet. I loathed consent but loathed the easing more. I would have given the yes she sought, tho it had rent my heart into a hundred thousand shivers. It was enough to ask –

It was a coward love that dared not brave the storm; and, in desperate despair, my proud, indignant spirit watched it sculk away – How few the higher feelings we then could have in common! The chivalry of heart was gone – Hope’s brightest hues were brushed away – Yet still one melancholy point of union remained – She was unhappy. So was I –

Love scorned to leave the ruin desolate; and time she has shaded it so sweetly, my heart still lingers in its old abiding place, thoughtless of its broken bowers, save when some sudden guest blows thro’, and scrunching memory is disturbed – But oh! no more “the heart knoweth its own bitterness,” and it is enough – “Je sens mon coeur, et je connais les hommes. Je ne suis fait comme aucun de ceux que j’ai vus; j’ose croire n'être fait comme aucun de ceux qui existent.” Rousseau's Confessions volume and page first.

She loves me. Tho it is neither exactly as I wished, nor as I too fondly persuaded myself. ‘Ere years had taught me to weigh human nature in the balance or unlock the loveliest of bosoms with the key of worldliness. Yes, she loves me. My own feelings shall descend to hers. They have done so in part. How I could have adored her had she been more of that angelic being my fancy formed her. No thought, no word, no look, had wandered then. Surely my every sentiment towards her had had less of earth in it than heaven –

How like “the visions of romantic youth”! I know she might have realized then – Je sens mon coeur – But no more – No more – I seem unable to return to the dry detail of a journal –

At seven an hour before getting up asked her to get out of bed and wash. We both did so. Then got into bed again and had a long quiet good kiss and then a comfortable nap. Got up at eight. I laughed and said we must really both of us get well as soon as we could. We owned she thought I was worse than she was, and said jokingly ‘do you forgive me for it?’ ‘Of course.’ I set her at ease on this point, but yet the characteristic difference between us always strikes me. I am sure I should even shew twice as much as she really feels –

Went downstairs at 8 1/2 – Breakfasted etc. etc. Sat next Mrs Milne. Had been very properly attentive to her. Asked π [Mariana] if she was satisfied etc. etc. Said I would act as she liked but I could not decidedly change my manners to Mrs. M[ilne] unless my real acquaintance with her conduct might be acknowledged. She has been foolish again in corresponding with her cousin, Mr. Dannett. This was the thing Eli [Eliza Belcombe] alluded to when I was last in York –

Took leave, and off from the B– [Belcombe]’s (Dr. B– [Belcombe] had had rather a restless night but was nevertheless no worse). As the minster clock struck 10 found the horses to the mail at the Tavern door, to start at 10 1/4 instead of 10 3/f as I supposed – Asked the coachman to wait a minute or 2, and hurried into Micklegate – Only just time to wish then good by, and say I should be passing thro’ again in a fortnight or 3 weeks to spend a fortnight with M– [Mariana] at Scarbro’ –

Did not see Mrs. Duffin this morning – Miss M– [Marsh] whispered last night, she had had a paralytic affectation about a fortnight ago, and had been almost gone – I perceived no difference in her as I saw her sitting round the table last night – She did not attempt to move, but this being unnecessary, did not strike me – 

Got into the new mail, and drove off from the D– [Duffin]’s door at 10 1/2 – Only 1 gentleman besides myself – Beyond Tadcaster took up a nice decent elderly woman – I never uttered all the way – Wrapt in musing – Thought of π [Mariana] and the three steps business, then about my manners and appearance. Building castles about their improvement, elegance, engagingness, etc. etc. The good society I hope to get into, etc., etc. 

Thought of consulting Mr. Simmons, the surgeon. George Streetman, Chester. π [Mariana] consulted him. He feared some uterary of or belonging to the womb. Determine yet might judge from the effect of Scarbro whether Steph was right in supposing it merely weakness. He had treated her judiciously. She ought to be examined, but would not submit –

At Leeds at 1 – Got out for 1/4 hour and off again (from the Rose & Crown) at 1 20/60 – Beautiful day till we got to the New Dolphin Clayton heights, and from there to the Pine-apple

H–x [Halifax], a smartish, sunshiny shower – Got out at the Pine apple at 3 40/60 – Fair and fine immediately –

Got home at 4 – Went into the stable for a moment – Caradoc had gone on well – Then went into the house, and sat talking to my uncle and aunt till 5 40/60 – Then dressed for dinner – My father and Marian called in the evening, and staid till after 8 – I was absolutely asleep almost all the time –

Came up to bed at 9, at which hour Barometer 1 1/2 degree below changeable Fahrenheit 60º – Put by my things – Read the 1st 13 pages volume 1 Rousseau Confessions –

A bowel complaint. Dawdling to stick the pot up the chimney to prevent smell. Could not manage it. All this hindered and kept me up. E [three dots, times treating venereal complaint] O [three dots, signifying much discharge] A great deal on my linen. Saw it when I washed thoroughly before dinner, first with water then alum lotion –

[in margin] 

#Tuesday morning 26 August 1823 This is very well in its way, but she has more of it than love –

# Did not give the slightest hint of P[ickford]’s real character, nor does π [Mariana] at all suspect the truth. I merely said she was the most learned woman I knew and had therefore more penetration than the world in general – π [Mariana] thought she should feel under restraint before her –

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Everyone is doing this meme... so why not me too?

The difference is I will be selfish and do ALL my four main force using OCs. Extremely long post coming up, I won't be offended if you don't read it.

it will be under the cut.

Anyway

Force Sense (generic ability to connect with the Force)

Harin-So:

★★★★☆

Harin-So is by far my most connect-y with the Force OC. Zie can for the most part listen to the Force, but hates feeling like zie has to, though zie gets more confident in it the further zir plot goes on. Zie probably starts at 3 stars and end at 4 stars.

★★★☆☆

Early Messilandre thinks that the Force is just something you do to make your lightsabers better. Her main powers are in body-enhancement, like making yourself stronger and more acrobatic-y and fall resistant. She starts 2 stars and moves up to 3 stars though, as her perspective widens after Rise of the Emperor and she heals on Tython with Master Surro.

★★★☆☆

Lycaea is also three stars. Like a lot of darkside users, Lycaea views the Force as something she should impose her will on. You don't listen to what the Force is trying to tell you, it'd be like listening to what your toaster is trying to tell you (okay a bit simplified, but you get it – she views it as a tool). She connects to the Force through her anger and hatred.

★★☆☆☆

Nehari. Kind of ironic that the one who is most powerful in terms of raw power (due to her ghost power-up) is the shittiest at connecting to the Force, but she is. Nehari is similar to Lycaea. She wants to use the Force as a tool. But she doesn't have as strong emotions as Lycaea does when channeling them. Nehari's a bit too fatalistic. She has a bitter streak but sometimes will wonder if there's any point to it.

Force Empathy (ability to know what other people are feeling. Easier with Force sensitives than civilians)

★★★☆☆

All of my OCs are terrible and knowing what other people are feeling. Harin-So is the highest at 3 stars, as aforementioned zir ability to listen to the force, but sometimes other people are just a complete mystery to zir.

★★☆☆☆

Messilandre is 2. She's very independent and can kind of blitz forward without paying attention to how other people feeling at all at first, which makes her kind of insensitive.

★★☆☆☆

Lycaea is also 2 stars, for the same reason on independence.

☆☆☆☆☆

Nehari is the shittiest at it. For the most part, she doesn't care what anyone except the people who have somehow wormed their way into her heart feel.

Telepathy (what it says on the tin. Easier with Force sensitives than civilians)

★★★★☆

Harin-So is the best at telepathy, but doesn't use it unless zie needs to, zie prefers to rely on zir brain than reading people's minds.

★☆☆☆☆

If she tried really hard, Messilandre post Rise of Emperor can probably read people's minds. But not beforehand. It's emotion-reading to an extreme that she can't do.

☆☆☆☆☆

Neither Nehari nor Lycaea can read people's minds at all.

Thought Shield (What it says on the tin. It blocks both of the above skills.)

★★★★★

Having grown up in the Empire, Lycaea is the best at thought shield. She had to to survive. She has a killer poker face (well force sense, but you get it).

★★★☆☆

Harin-So is decent at thought-shield. Zie has a lot of Jedi discipline, but rarely feels the need to use thought-shield, so zie doesn't have the most practice.

★★☆☆☆

Nehari is good at thought shield considering how little time she's spent practicing the Corce, but that still doesn't mean she's great at it. As with Lycaea, it is a depressing necessity.

★☆☆☆☆-★★★☆☆

Early game Messilandre has a frustratingly hard time hiding her emotions. She gets better at it as she grows up, and post Rise of Empire probably gets to around 2 or 3 stars.

Mind Trick (Ability to influence people’s thoughts. You know, the “These are not the droids you’re looking for.”)

★★★★☆

Hey it's one Nehari's actually best at! Nehari is both powerful enough and comfortable enough enforcing her will on other people.

★★☆☆☆

Harin-So will use Mind Trick as a last resort. Zie isn't super comfortable with it, but if zie thinks someone has crucial information and it's the only way to retrieve it, zie prioritizes zir mission (and in zir mind, the greater good).

★☆☆☆☆

Lycaea likely has never tried mind-trick, but would be able to dominate someone's mind if she tried. She isn't comfortable using it though.

☆☆☆☆☆

Messilandre would not be able to do it at all

Force Stealth (Ability to mask your presence from other Force-sensitives)

★★★★★

Harin-So is the master at Force stealth. Zie can make zirself completely invisible (because zie's a shadow class) and disguise zir sense in the Force.

★★★★☆

Messilandre is pretty good for not being a shadow. She can become invisible for brief periods of time (IIRC that's a sentinel ability) and mask her sense from most force sensitives.

★★★☆☆

Lycaea is here. She can mask her sense from most force sensitives but not her visual appearance.

★☆☆☆☆

Nehari lacks the subtlety required for this. Subtlety is not her strong suit.

Farsight (the ability to evoke visions of events happening in other places)

★☆☆☆☆

Messilandre might be able to do this once or twice, but never regularly.

No one else has any stars in this. Harin-So, despite normally being able to listen to the Force, can't do this. It comes across as too similar to the visions zie was supposed to receive as a failed Mystic, and zie learned to count on intelligence and skill for finding out what's going on far away or in the future instead of the Force long ago.

Force Meld (A technique where in battle a number of Force users join their minds together through the Force, drawing strength from each other)

★★☆☆☆

Harin-So would be able to do this when meditating intensely.

★☆☆☆☆

Messilandre might be able to do it, but not well and always with more difficulty. (it would HAVE to be post Rise of the Emperor Messilandre, not pre).

☆☆☆☆☆

And of course none of the Sith can do it. Opening yourself? To other people? For the common good?!

Precognition (Passive ability used in combat to have premonitions of where danger is coming from)

★★★★★

In combat, Messilandre is 5 stars. She is annoyingly quick and able to adapt to changing situations.

★★★★☆

Harin-So is 4 stars. Better than the average Jedi, but not as good as Messilandre. Zie is still pretty perceptive to danger, though.

★★★★☆

Lycaea is also 4 stars. It doesn't look like she's necessarily sensing danger a ton when she fights, because she appears not to hop around as much as Messilandre, but she just has a different style of defence.

★★★☆☆

Nehari is average at this. She lets her massive amounts of Force power carry her far more than she should.

Instinctive Astrogation (Ability that allows you to find a route through hyperspace without the help of a navigation computer or astromech droid)

★☆☆☆☆

Nehari is the only one who can even attempt this, because of her long hours pirating and flying in her ship beforehand and getting used to poorly traveled lanes.

Comprehend Speech (Ability to understand the spoken language of any sentient, though it does not necessarily mean you can speak said language)

★★★★☆

Harin-So and Messilandre are 4 stars, pretty good but the 100 percent best at it.

★★★☆☆

Lycaea and Nehari are 3 stars and honestly they would be lower if I felt like they didn't need it for some parts in game (how does Lycaea understand broonmark? I highly doubt she learned Talzi. Same for Nehari and Khem – though she may have learned like the basics of sith in the academy she has barely had any time to study the language)

Animal Friendship (what it says on the tin)

All of my primary Force using OCs are SHIT at this so have a surprise Tai (my smuggler who flunked out of the Sith academy). He is the ONLY one who is good at this.

★★★★★

Tai is 5 stars.

Plant surge (Ability to channel life energy into plants)

No one can do this. RIP plants

Force Body (Ability to enhance your body, allowing you to jump mad heights, move super fast, survive otherwise mortal blows, etc.)

★★★★★

Messilandre and Lycaea are understandably tied for best. They each have their own strengths, Messilandre is quicker and can make herself stronger, but Lycaea can make herself temporarily lightsaber and blaster proof (like Satele Shan in the trailer).

★★★☆☆

Harin-So is actually fairly average at this. Zie was a decent combatant before becoming a Jedi and physically never needed the Force for it, and zie isn't the most jump-y either

★★☆☆☆

Nehari is actually a fairly frail Force user, compared to the others.

Force Healing (what it says on the tin)

★★★★☆

Harin-So is a fairly good healer, as is required of Jedi consular plot, but not the best. Messilandre is actually up here too, because the body is one of the areas Messilandre is confident at, even when it's not hers.

★★★★★

Lycaea is five stars ONLY IF IT IS APPLIED TO HERSELF. She can heal herself from great injuries, but for anyone else she's like... 0 stars. Maybe 1 after she leaves the Sith.

★☆☆☆☆

Nehari can heal on a technicality (her class allows some heal moves) but she's not great at it. Or good at all. But she can stop you from dying!

Telekinesis (what it says on the tin)

★★★★★

Lycaea and Nehari are great at telekinesis, especially in Force Crush or choke capacities. They are offensive. Harin-So is also 5 stars, but uses more like... rock manipulation or shields.

★★★★☆

Messilandre is pretty good at it. Much better than average but not as good as the other 3.

Force Lightning

★★★★★

Did you say force lightning? Nehari is the bomb at force lightning! It's half of her offensive moves! (even though she's madness class, not lightning class, they still way over represent lightning abilities in it).

★★★☆☆

Lycaea has strong Force lightning, but doesn't use it much.

★☆☆☆☆

Harin-So would be able to manifest Force lightning, but not very well.

☆☆☆☆☆

And Messilandre can't manifest it at all.

Pyrokinesis (Ability to burn stuff)

No one can do this because I didn't even know it was a thing.

Addition by me (not original meme)

Body Corruption (making other people sick or weak with the Force)

★★★★★

This is a lot of Nehari's fighting style, and of course she's great at it.

No one else of my OCs can do it successfully tho

[thatwitchrevan]

7 10 11 15 for ur choice of oc (tho i would LOVE to hear as many as possible for 7 :D)

7: Describe your OC’s fashion sense.

Revan’s pre-Merith fashion sense is basically ‘practical, dark clothes, layers.’ They’re particularly into anything that disguises their features (face, body shape, height), like the armor + mask + cape outfit. Post-Merith kinda loses the need for disguise but likes layers/sleeves still, and her colors now include greys and blues. Still practical and sorta plain. Orange is the devil (unless she’s borrowing Carth’s jacket.)

Meetra is also way more concerned with comfort and practicality than Revan, but with different aesthetic preferences. She doesn’t wear Jedi robes as much anymore but she used to really like wearing them. She wears a lot of green and sometimes pink/purple, especially when she’s wearing something ~nice~.

Ikruss is stuck with inquisitor robes for a while, which are kinda nice but also kinda boring. They’re just grey or maroon robes with trim, long and flowy with big sleeves. They’re alright, but they’re also an obligation and therefore unpleasant to wear. After she ditches that Ikruss gets darker, tighter robes that are more Sithy and stealthy and that she likes a lot better.

Jenner wears showy, colorful robes when visiting Important Sith or hanging out at the academy, and more practical robes on missions. She’s a fan of pink and royal blue, and oddly for a Sith not so much into black or even grey. She also constantly wears clothing that covers as much skin as possible without hindering her or obscuring her face - long sleeves, gloves, etc, which means her clothing has to be super breathable.

Zofi likes what she thinks of as adventure-y, scoundrel getup. Jackets and vests, long sleeves always a must. She likes dark blue and green and big heavy boots and a little bit of jewelry/makeup. She tries to always look nice because she feels more cheerful and confident that way.

10: You are conducting a ritual. What 5 items would you need to summon your OC?

For Merith, I’d use her lightsabers, alcohol, a book that she’d enjoy, and something of Bastila’s, like her lightsaber maybe? And it would have to be inside the Ebon Hawk. 

For Jenner I’d probably just use a bunch of lightsaber crystals and parts that she could use to upgrade her lightsaber because that’s about the only material thing she cares about lmao

11: What does your OC want for their birthday?

Merith wants nothing except time with their loved ones and to be left alone by all responsibility and grief for just one day a year. And for no one to make a big deal out of their birthday.

Meetra wants to be with her family and rest, maybe go out and do something nice but lowkey.

Ikruss probably still doesn’t know when their birthday is.

Jenner wants to completely ignore the fact that it’s her birthday and never let Vette or anyone else find out because the only person who’s every celebrated her birthday with her is her sister Idina and she doesn’t want to think about it.

Zofi wants ice cream and she wants Riley to dote on her all day and take her to do fun stuff on Coruscant and not talk about anything boring or serious for the entire 24 hours from the time at which she was born, and if he starts to ruin it in any way he owes her 5 creds. 

15: Your OC is given the chance to go back in time. Where do they go and what do they do?

Revan would go back to the moment where she destroyed Malak’s face and not do that.

Meetra would go back and give herself another shot at Malachor (but she doesn’t know what she would choose) or do the Mandalorian Wars over again but find a way to stop Revan from being Revan afterwards. 

Ikruss would try to save their master’s life or, assuming they couldn’t do that, would fight to not become an inquisitor and probably die.

Jenner would go back to her fight with Mora and do anything except kill her.

Zofi would go back to her young adulthood and go to/stay in regular college instead of going to the police academy, or something? Maybe she’d just leave earlier than she did.