#chu's oc rambling

[chuuciae]

i am so so soooo tempted to start posting ship art of my ocs but some of it borders on suggestive content so idk where i'd even put it

[lunaritychuwolf]

Ulysses Crowsong Creation Lore drop:

*The idea of the character Ulysses was created way before I joined the Bug Army and here's her story (because I wanna post art about her and still have her separate from my Bug OC) :

!Its long!

I started university this year and the course I'm taking, Digital Arts, has a lot of Creative minds in it. So at some point throughout the year, D&D was bound to be brought up. And around February, when we were talking about gameplay with narratives, a friend of mine noted he was a Dungeon Master(DM).

This intrigued a bunch of us as we've never played D&D before but would really like to try it out. And thus this is how her story begins.

I've always seen D&D characters and I found them very neat. So for my first character, our DM suggested we make them based loosely on ourselves. So I decided on being a bard, cause I like music and my bard plays the flute because I always wanted to learn.

The name Ulysses, as I've mentioned before, derived from Odysseus and Ody because let me be real, EPIC: The Musical had and still has me hook, line and sinker. So more musical elements! Mmmm delicious 😋 Because how more can I play into being musical than an actual alternative name from a guy in a musical number. I'm so good with playing on words😏

The surname Crowsong came from a Pinterest name generator originally but later I was further inspired by a YouTuber I like, Louixie. Louixie has a warrior cat OC named Crowsong who is a white she-cat with black crow feathers in her fur. You can see where I'm going with this😂 The idea of white and feathers stuck which lead me to her origin story/ back story for the campaign

Ulysses was born with striking white hair and bi-coloured eyes (blue and brown), which to her parents, seemed like a bad omen. So they abandoned her in a snowy forest with hopes that the cold would take her. Luckily before anything bad happened, an arctic fox found her due to her soft cries. Seeing the white hair and hearing the cries, the fox took Ulysses in thinking it was one of her own cubs. Ulysses then grew up with the foxes up until around the age of 10 before they got hunted for their beautiful white pelts during hunting season.

Having been stripped of her second family, Ulysses didn't know what to do. She wandered the forest for a few days until she stumbled across a small town. The first building she walked into just so happened to be the tavern. The tavern keeper tried to ask her where she came from but because she grew up with foxes she only knew Fox Tongue and not Common. So the tavern keeper took her in, educating Ulysses on all she needs to know about being human.

As the years go by, Ulysses is 16 years of age and a entertainer for the tavern. A bard as the tavern keeper called it. Ulysses, after 6 years of hearing thrilling stories from adventurers that entered the tavern, she wanted to seek out an adventure of her own.

She thanked the tavern keeper for everything they've done for her and set out on her own to write her own story and sing their tales.

Her first year of travel was quite difficult as she had to turn to not so good actions. From stealing food to conning passing nobleman of some of their gold, she had it a bit rough. But hey! On the plus side, she now has an awesome set of fake fox ears and a tail to put a show on with!

Which eventually leads us to the start of the campaign a year later in the lore where she meets the rest of the party members who she'll go on adventures with!

The Dwarve Rogue; Torin

The Human 'Fighter'; Dorian Braveheart

The Dark Elf Wizard; Idriss

And the Elf 'Monk'; Shiloh

And that's the back story!

I've described a general on how Ulysses' looks but here's a better description:

She has snow white hair, usually seen with 2 blue feathers tied to the left side and 2 hair bunches tied on either side of her face to frame it. She's got heterochromia, a right brown eye and a left blue eye. She's got freckles and pointy canines.

She wears a black, long sleeve turtle neck, a brown corset, brown tights and black calve length snow boots/uggs. She wears 2 belts, 1 around her waist to carry her short sword and 1 around her left thigh to carry her metal flute. Before the campaign she wore a short brown cloak but now she has a long black cloak.

That's about it!

Thanks for reading this if you did! Means a lot to me😚😚

Now I can post D&D Ulysses art✨✨

[yea-baiyi]

does anyone else have extremely strong visual/sensory imagination and therefore have a ton of highly specific individual headcanons for every character in every piece of media you consume that you can’t justify and can’t talk about without sounding utterly insane

[skyartworkzzz]

Because you said you love rambeling about lore and you are looking for excuses to talk about it redeem this cupon for one free lore ramble, any topic

OH YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT U JUST DONE

SIT BACK AND RELAX CUZ THE GOATS UNIVERSE HAS BEEN IN MY MIND THE WHOLE WEEK + SOME HEKET RAMBLING Cuz I got her a partner idea hehehe <3

LONG RAMBLING UNDER THE CUT!!! (btw bless chu I appreciate u <3 )

ABOUT CULT OF THE GOAT AU:

About the Purple Crown: Ive been seeing a lot of interpretations of Goat's Crown going around and honestly Id like to put in my cents: I dont think the Crown being purple changes who the owner was, because the eye shape is still the same as Lamb's Which brings me to think that, just like how in COTL everything seems to be colored after warmer/reddish colors, everything in Goat's universe must be following cooler/purpleish palettes What does that mean to me? That ALL the other Crowns are of different colors as well, maybe a colder one compared to their original ones

Im still thinking about what each of them would be here but so far I like to think that Yellow -> Ocean green?? Green -> Blue Blue -> dark pink? Purple -> Cyan/White

I think the Crown shapes would still be the same + what each Bishop's domain would be as well

About Aym and Baal: They were never offered to Narinder. Shamura didnt have that compassion. They were so mad at their brother that they couldnt bring themselves to consider his feelings for being banished. Neither did any of the other siblings, for they wouldve been too busy fighting off Old Gods and hunting for empowerment

So where are Aym and Baal? Theyre alive! With Forneus! And both of them are lil jerks as much as their mother Taught to steal, lie and fight, all in order to survive no matter what. The twins have already expressed wanting to go out and explore the world, but Forneus refuses to let her kids go, much for her own selfish reasons of them being the only things that make her happy in this fcked up world AND because, of course, she loves them. She knows how cruel the world has turned into, she does not want to lose them Aym and Baal never met Narinder, and Narinder never met them Maybe eventually, while Goat is out in a crusade, they shall cross paths........as enemies

About the Purgatory: This is still smtng I am speculating about, but what I have so far: instead of it being MS to tell the Goat to free the Bishops from their deserved-suffering, itd be them asking the deity if such thing was possible, because Narinder wouldve been feeling bad about it He believes that his siblings could change over time, especially now that the Crowns were relinquished by the Goats power, and so they are allowed to have that chance This would unlock many scenarios of the Bishops actively trying to take over the cult, run away or kill the Goat + their followers. It is smtng Ill let cook for a while more

IF ANYTHING Id just- leave them dead lol they wouldnt be redeemable in this world (BUT BECAUSE I LOVE MY SKRUNKLIES EQUALLY ILL TRY TO MAKE IT WORK-)

ABOUT HEKET: Ehehehe I accidentally started shipping her with my follower OC Astrid so we'll see how it goes

Astrid is someone who keeps to herself for the sake of others; she is not used to opening up and oftentimes believes her pain is not worth of complains compared to others she is caring for However, she is very much talkative, maybe as a way to make her forget her problems Whilst Heket she- well. She cant. Talk much it hurts like hell UASHDNJASMDK

SO WE HAVE A TALKATIVE BUBBLY GF WITh her mostly quiet butch wife that shes constantly having to change the bandages of <3

I have a dialogue set up for them which I shall get to drawing a comic for as soon as I am done with thIS CURRENT COMIC-

ANYWAYS thats the ramblings for now, HOPE YALL LIKE THE IDEAS bless u again for givng me a free pass made me rlly happy MWEHE,,!! 💜💜💜

[karamellisokeri]

Dislyte selfship rambles + art (my art & commissioned art)

Very self explanatory, it will be mainly for chu yao and fatimah a lil bit, ill put a separator just in case (also abit spoiler for current event)

Starting strong w the inanna gilgamesh toxic yuri. Gender bending gilgamesh but not enkidu is so,😭😭 in pride month too?? Hell nah dislyte//lh. Actually its just funny crackship cause my oc esther is a lesbian, and their desigh is just matching each other. But im not sure in term of goal and personality. Also its alrd revealed that elif is inanna esper, im not sure if i will keep esther as inanna esper or just changing it to isthar haha //no. But like seriously i LOVE elif, even when i alrd have my own inanna esper.

Anyway lets go to the main thing, my yaoren ship

Surprising not much cause i dont rlly like drawing men 😶 anyway 3&4 pic is commissioned from @/mehcaxz (on twt) and the 5th one is from drunkenn cat (on fb)

Their ship name is... A pun, yaoren in a sense of 妖人. Anyway yeah its my main dislyte selfship 😶 just imagine much younger aggressive dminant bottom and older traditional submissive top 😭😭 god its rlly messy hahaha. Honestly i dunno what to talk abt them, but ling (my other dislyte oc) is actually their love child.

Im open to question btw and would definitely appreciate any😋 see ya later

[crystallizsch]

1, 7, & 16 for the ask game! 💌

ask game!!

7. Who are some artists that have inspired you?

RAHH I CAN PINPOINT THE EXACT ARTISTS THAT I’VE LOOKED UP TO FOR THE LONGEST TIME

Neytirix

i found this artist through a random fantasy speedpaint when i just started doing digital art, i didn’t start following her until she did these series of speedpaints in her channel (horror mlp, zootopia, minecraft, etc)

her videos are WAY different now but the thing is i still love them. and she has RANGE when it comes to her art. she could make the cutest thing ever or the most horrifying thing you’ve ever laid eyes on

but aagh obviously my art style is not based on them at all, i’m inspired in the sense that i strive to have as much of a range as her with it comes to making art

i love this artist a whole lot i could ramble more but im going to stop here 😭

Nanao Chu

this artist i think is the one that inspired me to start imagining stories with ocs (and is probably one of the influences for my art style) (i was a small small child when i found them)

i remember watching their animated music videos using their own ocs and being so obsessed with them

looking back at it i think they’re also the reason for my favorite ship tropes like childhood friends to lovers

they’ve been inactive for years though and even then they didn’t even post much 😭

1 and 16 are answered here!!

[kcuf-ad]

A Perfectly Sane Ramble On An SML Animatic

Okay, so I have been lately obsessed with CosmixToons with their SML animatics. I have seen their otherworks like the FNAF one and the OC ones and they are fine and really well made, but I am mostly talking about their SML animatics. Why do I love them? Because of the whole reason of how... well made it is. The character designs are straight out of Hanna Barbera. All of them are well made and a ton of fun. You can tell that they are made with a lot of fun as my personal favourite will always be Kill The Lights, but this one...

The Both Of Us, or how it is named, This town ain't big enough for the both of us, is something that I am fascinated at how this works on so many levels. It is an AU, clearly, but the way it is made, is really interesting for me for no reason. The first thing that I got from the animatic is this:

(Sorry for the Youtube title and bar) is that Jeffy is evil. Now, the thing about Jeffy is that he is a little shit, like a big piece of shit at times, but it is not shown that he is pure evil as he does have moments where he loves Marvin and Rose, but to see that he is completely evil and took over the world. Now, that is something I would pay to see what happened. Why did it happened? My headcanon is that he was corrupted with the subscribers, views and likes, like a clout chaser, because he was SML's most famous character and he brought in the most views. That got to his head to the point that he eventually ruled over the world and would not be shocked if he killed Marvin and Rose in this.

I love this design and shot of Evil Jeffy in this:

The Second thing about this is that:

Penelope is the heroine of this story/animatic. Now, I knew that she has to be important due to the post before this was released, but to see that she is the heroine shows some character growth and an interesting character to save the day and beat Jeffy. Btw, if you asked why she looks so different from the Puppet Penelope, it is because CosmixToons dislikes her design and re worked her design. I love this design as it is almost the stereotypical Tough Girl hair, but you can still see a lot of differences from it.

The third thing about this is:

THIS WOLVERINE STYLED WEAPON! I do not know what the hell is that, but I am all for it because it ABSOLUTELY SLAPS FOR NO REASON AT ALL! Also his red eye?!? Absolutely cool looking.

The next thing is that caught my eye is that Cody, Joseph and Chef Pee Pee (Yes, that is his real name) are part of the resistance against Jeffy and it shows that it has been going on for several years now. This is interesting to me because I wonder... who is left out of the cast? I think it would be Simmons, Brooklyn T Guy, possibly Jackie Chu and Karen, but that is about it. I love these designs by the way, blending the alright puppet designs into their designs.

I just love this to death.

This. This is both adorable and tragic to death cause this implies that Junior is dead. The main focus of the channel is dead by the hands of Jeffy and it shows how it affected Penelope where just remembering it brought her to tears. This is one of my favourite things from the animatic. When I say I like Junior and Penelope, this is the version is what I am talking about. As this works on so many levels. I love this so much.

I think that is about it, it took me 20 minutes to write all of this and I can not believe that I wrote this much for an SML animatic.

[katsukichu]

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[chuuciae]

i spend so long on my projects because i think i love worldbuilding too much. these characters live in a house... a house needs a neighborhood. a neighborhood needs a town! a town needs a grocery store and a dentist, grocery stores and dentists need employees, employees need to know their profession, people who get into professions need to have reasons they started in the first place...... this soup can needs a brand! this brand needs a history on how it was founded in 1867 when an old lady made a quick recipe for her hungry grandchildren!

and then to take it back to branch off at the start, the house needs objects! the objects need to be in rooms! the rooms need to be structured in a way that makes sense!! there's all so much!!! we live in a world with so many things!!! and i love to build my own little worlds!!!!

[spellbcok]

@mcrcki asked: what other muses did you wish to add to your roster but never did?

i won’t say that they’ll never make an appearance, but there are so, so many muses i’ve been wanting to bring in but have somehow shown immense restraint not to. the list is so disgustingly long…. and i’m going to be annoying and post them all (+some rambling).

muses i have written in the past but have not (yet) brought to dc: giselle (enchanted), emma woodhouse (emma), annie edison (community), tessa gray (the infernal devices), jackie burkhart (that 70s show), cindy moon (silk/marvel), annie jenks (carrie), helen shivers & julie james (i know what you did last summer), summer roberts (the oc), cassandra cillian (the librarians), alice hamilton (syfy’s alice), lemon breeland (hart of dixie), ruby (supernatural).

most recent additions to my list: hong haein (queen of tears), evelyn carnahan (the mummy), shen li (the legend of shen li), lee mihyun (moving), jang heesoo (moving), elena michaels (women of the otherworld/bitten), chu yue (a journey to love), jung gahee (flex x cop), lee ganghyun (flex x cop).

extremely actor specific, but every single park boyoung and shin hyesun character. i’ve chosen already for the former, so i can’t bring in na bongsun, do bongsoon, joo jin, or jung daeun lest i change fcs or drop dongkyung (neither option i really see happening atm).

&& with shin hyesun, there are so many i want to bring but can’t find it in me to decide on one. it’s just so hard to choose between ban jieum, lee yeonseo, woo seori, and cho samdal, that i refuse to do so.

kdrama muses i've written before & are always on my mind: yang hyesun (my roommate is a gumiho), song yikyung (49 days), shin jihyun (49 days), choi aera (fight my way), han jiyeon (work later, drink now), do hana (the uncanny counter), han jaeyi/gil nakwon (come and hug me), yoon hyejin (hometown cha cha cha), kang haram (black), jo jiah (i'm not a robot).

these ones i hesitate purely because how many law enforcement muses does a person really need? but a few of my favorite procedural muses to write are erin lindsay (chicago pd), juliet o’hara (psych), emily prentiss (criminal minds), lucy tara (ncis: hawaii), kensi blye (ncis: los angeles), & carrie wells (unforgettable).

[smol-sirens-garden-tobemoved]

@diverse-hearts-ocs​ Has Asked:  “How can there be so much that you don’t know.” - Kyran / Chu

Of course he had snuck down to visit the other, getting a break from some paperwork. As he wandered carefully he found himself asking a few questions about items in the lab and what the other was working on. He didn’t blink at the question, just shrugging as he gently picked up a vial.

“While I was in a lab before I was young and don’t remember any part of it really. I never knew what anything was that was used on me or what some of the more sciencey stuff is. I read but it varies by topic. Guess you could say I grew up pretty sheltered. The lab which I don’ remember and then the slums where we had access to the bare minimum. It wasn’t until here that I was able to a lot more. Libraries tend to chase street kids out after a while.”

He was careful to set the vial down directly where he had found it, turning back towards the other. Still he was ever so curious about a lot. Books could only do so much. There was still unanswered questions about himself even.

“Sorry I’m disturbing you and rambling on aren’t I? I just needed a break.”

[oh-no-my-hand-slipped]

Is it okay if I request? You don't have to if you're not up to it. No pressure 😊🧡🦊

I'm trying to make a fic with my OCs, but I keep reusing the same idea and it kinda,,, lost its spice :(((

Sorry for the ramble. It was uncalled for. Anyways, do you have any prompts for person A, who's VERY allergic to flowers but doesn't want anyone to see/hear them sneeze because they were born wealthy and sneezing is a sign of weakness and it has been ingrained in them that they should be proper at all times. They're also self-concious of their sneeze because it's soft sounding and kittenish and has been the butt of some jokes. Then here comes person B, who has a tendancy to tease them for everything... person A's allergies start acting up and OH JESUS... they absolutely cannot sneeze in front of B because their teasing would be merciless.

Don’t you worry…I understand rambling when something of such magnitude is on your mind.

I don’t believe I have anything in my rolodex so specific…but that doesn’t mean I can’t give you a little something to think about:

A and B are nobles from two very different families. A’s family is a strict, sober affair, more like porcelain dolls than people. B’s, on the other hand, is more carefree, always willing to learn - and always willing to laugh.

The pair are in the garden, and B is chattering on about plant species while sitting with A on a stone bench. A has always been quiet, but even B notices their silence.

“Oh, you always look so stern! On occasion I feel like patting your arm to be completely sure you’re a person and not a painting.”

A sniffs shortly. “I suppose.”

“Do I really warrant one of your uninterested teatime phrases?” B exclaims. “Am I such horrible company?”

“Ndo…”

A sniffs again, and puts a finger under their nose. They close their eyes, and their nostrils snarl. B chuckles.

“Now you really do look like a painting. Some Renaissance romantic piece - perhaps a lover deep in thought?”

B bumps his shoulder against A’s, but they get no response.

“Oh, come now, A…”

“Just…a bit…” A murmurs, then goes silent again.

Suddenly, with a gasp between clenched teeth, A reels backwards, the back of their hand pressed firmly against their nostrils.

“H-HIH…!”

For a moment, A freezes, only their nostrils quivering with anticipation. But the silence was not kept for long.

“hhh’chu! hi…hiii’tchu! chu!”

As forceful as the build-up was, A let out sneeze after kittenish sneeze, each one more high-pitched than the last. B began to laugh, patting their friend on the back.

“I suppose the load was louder than the shot, eh?” they teased. “What a sneeze! I haven’t such a sound since my nephew missed his flute lessons!”

A pulled out their handkerchief, trying to bring a bit of grace to a graceless situation. B continued the joke.

“Why, my aunt could use you to call her birds from their roosts, or perhaps to announce tea-”

A lifted their head from the handkerchief, their once pale face scarlet.

“HOLD YOUR TONGUE!” they roared, shaking from both rage and the damp spring air.

B was taken aback, and shrunk into their seat. They had never seen A so angry before.

“I-I am sorry, A-”

“If it weren’t for your oh so precious flowers,” they spat back, “my dignity would have remained intact. I suppose this is all a fantastic joke to you!”

B laughed nervously. “My friend, everything is a joke to me. Life is so very dull if you take everything so seriously.”

A huffed, leaning back into their handkerchief.

“In fact,” B continued, “I quite like your sneeze.”

A sniffled. “Like it? How could you like sobething so ridiculous?”

“Oh, it isn’t ridiculous! You have a very…er, proper sneeze. It fits the nose it came from, I suppose.”

“Id sounds like a kit’s mew.”

“Well,” B said, thinking, “would you rather have a loud, offensive sneeze? One that halts all conversation?”

A sniffed once, and furrowed their brow.

“I subbose dot.”

B took out their own handkerchief between two fingers, and offered it to A.

“You have a wonderful sneeze, A. Or, at least as wonderful as a sneeze can be.”

A looked at the handkerchief, then slowly accepted it.

“I’b glad you think so, for I…think I bay…hih…”

“Hm?”

“hhh’tchu! htch’chu! tchu! hhhi’tchiew!”

“Oh yes, right. Perhaps we should go inside.”

A put a hand on B’s shoulder, the other firmly against their nose.

“I…I would quide like to stay. Id’s been some tibe since I could….hiiii’tchu!…sdeeze freely.”

Now it was B’s turn to be scarlet.

“O-oh! Yes, of course.”

[prfctparis]

Red Jell-O and A Trip to the Healers

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summary: in which mace windu spends part of night with two of the most stubborn kids in the jedi order. if he had any hair, they might make him go gray within the hour.

a/n: ok so basically, lately my mind has been super duper focused on my star wars au (which exists solely in my head right now) where anakin doesn’t turn to the dark side mostly bc he has a little sister (aka my oc zariza) and other factors, and instead of rambling about that for paragraphs on end i’ll just say: this is a drabble/one shot thing that takes place in that au, but years before the clone wars begins. if you’re curious, and if i did my math right, anakin is 14 here and zariza is 10. but yeah, hope u enjoy reading this!

Master Jedi Mace Windu stares at the young girl with a carefully blank expression. The youngling – an initiate, no older than ten, if he remembers correctly – stares back, almost as if she is daring him to say something, which… Doesn’t surprise him. Not in the slightest. This is Skywalker Number Two, after all, and even though she is much quieter than her older brother, she no doubt causes as much mayhem as he does.

He just wants a snack. He ran out of them in his own quarters. Looking at the young girl, something tells him he won’t be getting the snack.

Mace refrains from sighing.

This is not how he thought his night was going to go.

“Initiate Skywalker,” he begins, hoping it comes off as a greeting than a silent reprimand. “What a coincidence it is seeing you here.”

Her dark eyes narrow the slightest bit. The expression simultaneously looks like Anakin yet nothing like him at all.

Honestly, though he is loath to admit it, sometimes he forgets the two are brother and sister. After all, they hardly look anything alike – different fathers, he remembers Master Healer Che explain to him and the Council members when they were wondering if they were actually related. Anakin has blond hair that is bleached light from his years on Tatooine yet now is slowly darkening with age, and bright blue eyes and tanned, fair skin, whereas his sister has wild and wavy dark brown hair that almost looks black with eyes to match, and light brown skin. She also has abnormally sharp canines for a human – no doubt a hint at whatever type of alien race that is in her blood; they have yet been able to figure it out.

They both do that damn stubborn chin tilt thing, though.

It can be…aggravating, to say the least, when someone is trying to get them to do something and they don’t want to.

Mace gives into sighing when she doesn’t budge. “Zariza,” he tries again, “what are you doing? It is midnight.”

The stubborn chin tilt stays. Kriff. “I could ask you the same thing,” she says.

“You should be sleeping.”

“…So should you.”

“Skywalker.”

“Window.”

Mace’s brow twitches. Okay. Okay, he can deal with a ten year old. He successfully taught Depa, didn’t he?

(Then again, Depa hadn’t been a child who was hell bent on infuriating him on purpose; she had also been thirteen, and the only chaos she brought and still brings are the occasional pranks on him and the jokes about his bald head; luckily the padawan drama ended with the beginning of her Knighthood.)

If only Master Rheba Toome was available – or Kenobi. They both have somehow managed to become the designated Skywalker Wranglers, as Master Koon had once said after an incident when a slightly murderous droid with a flesh eating plant attached to it got loose in the Temple last year.

An idea comes to him suddenly. “You tell me why you are in the Temple’s kitchens so late, and I will say nothing to your crèche master. I might even let you leave with what you came for–,” he doesn’t miss the subtle yet sudden jolt of suspicious relief, “–but if you don’t, I will take you out of here myself and speak to Crèche Master Aryn the moment we get back to your clan.”

There’s a long, tense silence where Zariza debates with herself in her head. So long that Mace wonders if he will have to repeat himself. Then, “Ani’s sick.”

That…is not what Mace had been expecting. He raises a brow. “He is?”

She nods, and points to the fridge a few feet away. “And he likes the red jell-o.”

“Is he in the Halls?” Mace asks, growing slightly concerned because Obi-Wan got sent out to a solo mission just the day before and Padawan Skywalker hadn’t been allowed to go. He didn’t put up much of a fight, which shocked yet pleased everyone. Now, he knows possibly why he didn’t, and that makes the situation slightly worrying.

Zariza opens her mouth, pauses, closes it with pursed lips, and shakes her head no.

“And why isn’t he?”

She shrugs, a bit defensively. “I dunno. Probably thinks he’s fine. He went to his lessons all day – Aayla tried talking him into going to Healer Bant but it didn’t work.”

Mace frowns with furrowed brows, but quickly smooths his expression when gets a sense of guilt and shame and a vague impression of an apology, though he doesn’t know what for. He kneels down without a second thought, and hates (that’s not the Jedi way–) how her chin is tilted down, eyes casted to the side, as if expecting some harsh punishment for…what? Caring for her brother? Telling Mace that he’s sick? If he was any less of a Jedi, the ones who enslaved the Skywalkers would be six feet under.

He makes sure to release the anger into the Force before speaking again; he will need to meditate later. “I am not upset with you, little one. Not anymore, at least. I’m simply concerned about your brother’s health right now,” he assures her.

Zariza huffs, still looking away, but she’s no longer tucking her chin into her chest. “So am I,” she mumbles petulantly. “S’why I want the red jell-o. He likes it.”

“So you have said. Can you tell me how he was feeling last time you saw him? Or in your Force bond, right now?”

“Uh… Sick.” A beat; Mace refrains from spouting a heavily sarcastic remark to a ten year old. “Um. He threw up once he got back to his and Obi-Wan’s rooms. Said something ‘bout being really, really tired earlier. He’s sleeping now.”

Mace hums, and stands up. “All right. Well then, let’s go. I want to check on him, and if needed I will be taking him to the Halls of Healing.”

Zariza frowns as she finally looks at him, but then her eyes travel to the fridge. There’s a silent question there. She goes to ask it but stops herself, and nods. “Okay,” she says instead, almost a mumble, and turns to leave.

He watches her for a second, glances at the fridge that holds the red jell-o, and then moves to walk beside her. “If I was sure it would not upset his stomach, I would let you take some jell-o to him now. But… Maybe tomorrow, if he is feeling better, you can.”

As she tilts her head to look up at Mace in surprise, he makes sure to stare straight ahead. “…Really?”

Mace nods. Then, looks down at her and gives her the barest of smiles. “Really.”

Zariza’s eyes narrow once again. “You promise?”

“I promise– but only if he feels better,” he emphasizes when she starts to grin. “No other time than that.”

“What if he asks for some and he doesn’t feel better?”

Patience, he reminds himself as they walk through the sun halls of the Temple. “Then ask Master Healer Che, or one of the other Healers.”

He gets silence as a response and he glances down to make sure she hasn’t suddenly run off. It’s happened before with her crèche master and Master Rheba Toome and Knight Kenobi – one could say she has a knack for simply sneaking off at the most random times – and he would very much dislike if she snuck away from him in the dark hallways. But, she’s still at his side, clearly thinking about something. Hopefully about what Mace just said and not about putting another flesh eating plant on a half working droid of Anakin’s.

“…What if there aren’t any Healers around?”

“There will be.”

“But what if there aren’t?” she presses.

Mace sighs quietly, hopefully enough to where Zariza doesn’t notice. “Then wait for one.”

More silence. Another glance. She’s still there.

“…I guess I can do that,” she says.

That is, well, kind of concerning. But better than the girl outright disagreeing with him, that’s for sure.

The rest of the walk to Knight Kenobi’s and Padawan Skywalker’s room is done in silence. Mace acknowledges the nocturnal Jedi with a nod, and Zariza shyly waves at the ones who notice her. When they get there Zariza let’s herself in, unlocking the quarters with zero problem, and hurries inside. Mace follows at more relaxed pace. He notices as she takes one look at the living area’s couch, frowns, and makes her way to the little hallway. Mace looks as well, and notices the padawan’s abandoned holopads for a few of his lessons, as well as just a general mess of the area that one would expect from a 14 year old when left alone.

Zariza speaking tears Mace’s attention away from the mess.

“Why the kark are you lying on the bathroom floor? ”

“E chu ta, Zari! None of your business.”

Ah. Huttese cuss words. Nothing unusual, but still.

“Watch your language, young ones,” Mace reprimands lightly, and makes his way to the bathroom where Anakin, indeed, lying on the bathroom floor.

Anakin groans. “Ah, chuba, why’d you bring him?” He sounds pitiful, so much so that it comes out as a whine more than anything. He’s sweating, too, and sickly pale, with visible bags under his eyes from where Mace and Zariza stand at the bathroom entrance. By the smell, Mace and tell that he’s thrown up again. None of is visible, so he’s sincerely hoping Anakin made it to the toilet in time and flushed.

“Because you’re a sick koochoo,” Zariza says.

“Language,” Mace says almost absentmindedly.

She huffs and crosses her arms. “I only called him an idiot.”

“I’m not sick,” the teen denies. It’s a weak argument. Mace can only raise an eyebrow. “And I’m not an idiot, either!” Raising his voice defensively sends Anakin into a coughing fit that ends rather quickly. He groans and curls into a ball, all the while keeping his face on the tile flooring.

Zariza rolls her eyes. “And I’m Jabba.”

Mace sighs and enters the bathroom. He crouches down to Anakin, and places the back of his hand on the boy’s forehead. He jerks away just as quickly, though that doesn’t keep Anakin from making a pitiful sound at the loss of contact. Mace’s lips form a thin line. “I think it’s best if I take you to the Healers, Padawan Skywalker,” he says.

“Nooo, I’m not sick!”

Mace shakes his head. “You are – you have a fever, Skywalker, and it’s best we take you to the Halls of Healing since Knight Kenobi is off planet.”

He mumbles and groans something indiscernible.

Zariza walks over and nudges Anakin’s side with her foot. “Do you want some red jell-o?”

“Kriff no.”

Mace almost tells them to watch their language again, but decides that is a fight he will have with them another day. Preferably during daylight hours and not at midnight when they were all supposed to be healthy and sleeping. Preferably, it won’t be him having such conversations with them.

(Truthfully, he loves the children in the Order, the Skywalker siblings included – but right now in his exhausted, slightly hangry state, he can only spend so much time with them.)

She hums. “What about tomorrow?”

Anakin stills. “…Maybe.”

The initiate grins and looks at Mace, clearly pleased with the answer.

He nods and gives her a smile of acknowledgment, then refocuses on the task at hand. “Can you get up and walk? Or will I be carrying you?”

Anakin gives another response that might as well be in another language, and Mace closes his eyes as he pinches the bridge of his nose. He breathes in slowly a few times, centers himself, and opens his eyes again a few moments later.

“Okay. Carrying, it is.”

Anakin hardly protests – well, he tries, at least, but it can hardly be counted as anything – and Mace picks up him with not too much difficulty; one arm around the boy’s shoulders, the other under his knees. As Mace leaves the rooms, Zariza follows and turns off the lights along the way, and even locks the door once they are out into the hallway.

And then she starts talking. Continuously.

It’s a vast difference from earlier, and it catches Mace by surprise. Quickly, though, it dawns on him that she’s talking for her brother’s benefit. From droids to podraces to Master Yoda’s swamp stew to the names of new plants she has learned about, and so and so forth. Something about the rambling must help, because Anakin relaxes more as the walk to the Halls of Healing goes by. So much so that he gives up on holding his head up and rests it on Mace’s shoulder, almost passing out completely by the time they make it to the Halls, Zariza tapering off about a holoshow she heard one of the older initiates talk about the other day.

“Master Windu,” one of the Master Healers, a nocturnal species, greets with a bow. Dark, large eyes focus on the brother and sister once they stand straight. “Ah, and the Skywalkers,” they say, playfully flicking their tail in Zariza’s direction to get a giggle out of her.

“Hullo,” she says, smiling up at the Healer.

“Healer Rou,” Mace returns the greeting. “I’m afraid we have a sick padawan on our hands.”

“Hm, yes I see,” Healer Rou says, and moves closer to rest a hand on Anakin’s forehead just like Mace had done before. They remove it quickly, though not as fast Mace did. “He definitely has a fever. How long has he been feeling badly?”

The question is aimed to Mace, but he looks down at Zariza for the answer.

Her eyebrows raise at the realization. “What? Oh, uh… Last night, maybe?” She shrugs, shuffling awkwardly. “I dunno, really, I’m sorry.”

“No need to apologize, little one,” Healer Rou assures her. They pat her head with a kind smile. “It is okay if you don’t know.”

Zariza nods, relaxing a little. “He, uh, he’s puked a couple of times.”

Healer Rou hums, and motions for them to follow them. They do. “It is most likely a stomach virus of sorts, nothing too serious and nothing we can’t handle. It has been going around this month, I’m afraid. Padawan Skywalker will be the fifth one to have gotten it. I am assuming the plan is to have him spend the time here while he gets better? Until Knight Kenobi returns, that is.”

Mace nods while they enter a medical room, and carefully sets Anakin on the bed after Zariza dashes forward to pull the covers back. “Yes, it is. And Initiate Skywalker wants to give him his favorite red jell-o tomorrow if able.”

Healer Rou smiles, amused. “Of course. Come by at lunch and if he can stomach it, whoever’s rotation it is should allow it. Now; I have got everything under control from here, Master Windu – I will be sure to keep you updated, and will send a message out to Knight Kenobi letting him now as well.”

“Thank you, Healer Rou,” Mace tells them.

“Yeah, thanks Healer Rou!” Zariza exclaims, and rushes to hug the Jedi.

Healer Rou chuckles, hugging the young girl back. “Of course. Head on off to bed, now; we don’t need two sick Skywalkers,” they tease.

“Fine, I guess,” she sighs, far too dramatically for a ten year old that has both adults stifling their laughs.

But unfortunately, it actually takes ten more minutes to leave. Master Vokara Che appears, and speaks to Mace about how long Anakin might have to stay while Healer Rou pulls up Anakin’s medical file. Mace signs what he needs to, double checks with Vokara Che and Rou what he knows about any medicinal allergies he might have, and then leaves. Zariza sticks like glue to him the entire time.

Two steps out of the Halls of Healing, Mace stops in his tracks and picks her up after she yawns three times in less than two minutes.

“Th’nks fo’ helpin’, Window,” she mumbles into his shoulder with muffled, half asleep words.

Mace sighs, but smiles despite himself. He gently pats her back. “Of course, Zariza. Let’s get you back to your clan, hm?”

The answering soft snore he gets in return has him chuckling.

He hadn’t planned on his night to go this way, but he would be lying if he said he regrets it.

[chuuguins]

top 5 ocs that you love 💛

ok i'm going to cheat a lil bit here and do top five lunakit ocs + a top five non-lunakit ocs bc it's unfair to my other wonderful ocs otherwise.

top five lunakit ocs

5. eden blaisdell i honestly think eden is one of the most detail rich ocs i've ever made, i don't know if that makes sense. she just feels so fully realised to me, and there's so much that i love about her. i feel like i know her inside and out and could probably ramble out her for hours. i love my marvel stanning, anime binging, perfectionist, former cult baby.

4. owen pearce the way he has been in my life for so long but has grown so much. there's a reason i brought him into lunakit, i just couldn't let go of him i guess. i make fun of him but i love that he acts old for his age. i admire his thirst for knowledge and his big heart. he's such a hardworker, maybe to a fault and him and henry are very sweet.

3. emilio galante another oc who has been with me for a long time and another that i guess i just couldn't let go of. he's been through so much (i know it's my fault, i love to hurt my child, i'm sorry) and i want to hug him. but he has such a sunny disposition and is so warm and loving. i also love that he's 6'5 bc i just kept upping his height.

2. finley casson unexpectedly (mostly) in second place is finley. he's such a fucking moron and i hate him so much but i also adore him, you know? he's obnoxious and full of himself but just in a really comedic way. he has major dad energy and just makes me laugh because he's so ridiculous. he just developed a mind of his own, idk.

1. tabitha 'tabby' moon my girl!! my original lunakit oc and my favourite!!! i don't know if i can explain why i love her so much? but she has grown and developed and i just have such a special place in my heart for her. i feel like i know her inside and out and, even when she doesn't like herself very much, i love her. plus, tabby and marcus lee were the first ship kit and i made together and they remain the favourite.

top five misc ocs

5. levi yun (apartmentverse) when lark and lucy visited the apartmentverse gang and bullied levi, i felt that. deserved. no elaboration needed.

4. casper nahm (smalltownverse) maybe it's his relationship with lottie that really pushed him into favourite status. i don't know but i hate him and love him at the same time. you have to admire his determined nature. and he's just really fun?? such a cocky bastard with a heart of gold. a favourite character type of mine (see above: finley).

3. evie moon (hssverse) am i cheating here? yes. do i care? no. evie really took on a whole new life when i made her my character in high school story. she really developed in hssverse and i've loved seeing her grow, you know? dna and her friends really just help her gain confidence so much. she's just so cute and i love developing her.

2. lilia chu (lunadaisy) this surprised me but i genuinely love lilia so much, and more than i expected to. she's just an absolute wild ride of a character. i admire her confidence so much and how she just grabs life by the balls and goes for it. she's just a really fun oc and i love her friendship with hannah and margot. she's so proud of hannah's glow up omg.

1. yerim ryu (idolverse) i mean, obviously. my first oc created on tumblr. maknae of the iconic gg kaleidoscope. she's annoying as fuck but she's also just really complex and idk, i'm proud of her?? she has so much growing to do bc she's a giant baby but she's getting there little by little and i love her relationships with her members.

ask me my top five anything !!

[enigmaticmaki]

A Stor Mo Chroi

In which our character will miss a certain Senpai as his graduation looms near. Reblogs are appreciated! Enjoy!

A/N: My OC's name is Fulnis, but feel free to imagine your character as well lol

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"Would you play a song for me?"

Johann looks over at you in surprise, fingers pausing their motion on the cello's bridge, bow suspended as the music halted into a quiet.

"Wasn't I already?" He asks, golden eyes squinted in confusion.

You run your hands across the velvet plush seats, aligned in rows extending towards the back of the auditorium, with the abrupt urge to dig your nails into them.

You were here with Johann Chu to hear him practice his piece for the opening ceremony in honor of the incoming freshmen. A whole year has passed, and your senpai had one final year in Cassell College before officially being a dragonslayer. One final year before he is forced into the path fate deemed him suitable. It somehow made your gut wrench, and your lips quirk into an emotionless smile wondering if you'd miss him.

You probably will. Terribly.

Gods you still had a year, why were you so emotional? If anything, he'd probably go with a bang. Caesar would throw Johann's farewell party himself just to spite him, despite having already graduated this year.

The thought lightened your mood a bit.

You whirled around to meet his eyes, and answered "No, none of that classical shit you're playing. Besides, you seem more of a Brahms instead of a Bach."

Johann somehow took offense in this, though he had no idea what you meant. Seeing the appalled look on his face, you shrugged and came over to the stage where he sat by his lonesome; footsteps echoing through the haunting silence of the empty auditorium.

"You said you liked Irish folk songs, didn't you?" You asked, moving past him and settling yourself on the piano.

"I seem to recall having said so, yes," Johann replied, turning over to watch you run your fingers across black and white keys. The song was more suited to a harp but you supposed a piano would do.

"Are you familiar with A Stor Mo Chroi?"

Johann's eyebrows raise in surprise, before closing his eyes in contemplation.

"I think I remember the notes to it, yes."

"Play it with me."

You raise your fingers towards the keys, and begin playing the opening notes knowing Johann will follow along the melody on his cello.

Once you hear him start playing, you softly sing the words.

A stor mo chroi when you're far away

From the home you will soon be leaving

It's many's the time by night and by day

When your heart will be sorely grieving

For the stranger's land may be bright and fair

Rich in its treasures golden

But you'll pine I know for days long long ago

And the love that is never olden

A stor mo chroi in the stranger's land

There is plenty of wealth and wailing

Where gems adorn the great and the grand

Where the faces with hunger paling

To your surprise, you hear him join along for the second verse; voice carrying over well across the empty hall.

Damn, this wasn't fair, he was athletic, smart, musically inclined and he could sing??

His baritone blended with your alto, creating a harmony that carried the somber mood of the song well.

When the road it is tiresome and hard to tread

And the lights of their cities blind you

Oh turn a stor to Erin's shore

And the one that you leave behind you

A stor mo chroi when the evening mist

Over mountain and sea is falling

Oh turn a stor and then you list

And maybe you will hear me calling

For the sound of a voice you will surely miss

Somebody speedily returning

A run a run won't you come back soon

To the one that will always love you

You lift your hands from the piano as the last notes recede and the song ends, looking towards Johann. You slightly jump in your seat as you find he was already looking at you, golden eyes boring into you like they were fire.

"Is there something you'd like to say to me?"

You flinch, surprised by his instinct and taken aback at his rather straightforward question.

"None at all," you lie, averting your eyes to the empty seats as if an audience had magically appeared, "I just heard the song somewhere and thought it would be nice to share with you."

"Mmhhmm," Johann hums, slightly amused by your expression. "And I don't suppose this has to do with me graduating this year and leaving you behind?"

Damn it, when did he get so perceptive...?

You turn to him in a huff, deciding to just be honest and get it over with. You hated beating around the bush.

"And so what if I am? You're leaving in less than a year then it's probably off to the Japan Division where you get to slay dragons and attract Japanese women, not that I care."

Johann sets down his bow and cello, putting them away gently in their case and turns to you. You continue your rambling, unaware of a small smile forming on his face.

"I'm just mad they still wouldn't give me that extra credit class when you took like, three! I could be a year ahead by now as well but noooo, Professor Manstein had to be a prude and keep me in my own batch--"

"Hey."

"Not to mention I'll have no one to spar or train with. Luminous is there sure, but he'd rather rot in his room than go out training-"

"Hey, Fulnis."

"And this is definitely not because I'm sulking. What is there to sulk about anyway? The fact that you're going away without even addressing this thing we have between us? Was there even a thing? Ugh I don't even know why I'd call it a 'thing' when-"

"Fulnis!"

You gasp and promptly choke on air when you see Johann's face hovering not 5 inches away from yours, his hands firm on your shoulders in an attempt to gain your attention.

In your ramblings, your eyes have screwed shut in an attempt to block out the severe headache that was coming on, and partly because of embarassment, and thus, have failed to notice that Johann had stood up to shake you out of your stupor.

You feel the heat rise to your cheeks as you stare at his eyes. They really were ethereal, and you thanked Raja he didn't wear contacts today.

Fuck you fell hard, didn't you? You silently mused.

"Fulnis, are you alright?" Johann asks, bemusement lying under notes of concern.

"...A stor mo chroi." You whispered, after a moment's pause.

"I'm sorry?" He asks, not having heard you clearly.

"You. You're my stor mo chroi."

Golden eyes widen as Johann processes your words. You curse yourself silently for confessing in the manner that you did, and the heat on your cheeks has evolved into a full blown blush.

A few seconds of agonizing silence passes, and just when you were sure your heart felt heavy enough as it is, you felt a pair of hands softly take yours.

"I may be graduating, but that doesn't mean I'm leaving you behind," Johann says, pulling you up to stand in front of him. You feel his fingers dance on your knuckles, your hands impossibly tiny in his.

"The Johann Chu you got to know isn't someone who leaves the ones he loves behind. The Johann Chu you know is more than the A-grader, basketball player, and celloist. Your Johann Chu is the one who likes Pony and Friends, is scared to go on extreme rides, and listens to Irish Folk songs."

He takes ahold of your chin, guiding your head to look up at him; you were holding back unwelcome tears by schooling your expression into a blank one. But your body betrayed your facade, as your shoulders visibly shook.

"That Johann Chu is yours."

Yours. He said yours. Johann Chu was yours?

You stare at him speechless. There was a ringing in your ears growing louder with each passing second, and you feel Johann clasp your hands in worry as you failed to respond.

"Fulnis?"

The ringing stops and your hands escape his, only to find themselves framing his face and pulling him in for a kiss.

The silence in the auditorium had never been louder, but even that seemed muffled when you feel him reciprocate; his hands on your waist and kissing you back with such a gentleness that your heart ached.

And in the back of your mind, the Irish folk song echoed:

A run a run won't you come back soon, to the one that will always love you.

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I did an angst fic, now have a kinda soft one!

A Stor Mo Chroi is a traditional Irish folk song about love and loss, and I got inspired to write this while listening to it.

The direct translation to the title is 'Darling of my Heart'.

Have a listen here!

[diverse-hearts-moved]

@frozcnlight​ said

LET ME NOT GIVE YOU A PORTRAYAL POSITVITY BUT A OVERALL POSITIVITY. I'm rebellious and I hadn't had chicken nuggets for a while. You're one of the softest and nicest muns I have ever met on this hell site and honestly. I know you now since two years and brobro. I STILL LOVE YOU. I LOVE TWINNING WITH YOU, I ENJOY READING YOUR RANTS AND HONESTLY, I JUST OVERALL ENJOY WRITING WITH YOU OOC AND IC. Talking with you makes my days always to 200% better, even if it's about freaking flat earth ( 1/2 )

And I can't thank you enough for putting up with me, my weirdness and my own rants and OC rambles < u

TELL ME YOUR HONEST OPINION OF MY PORTRAYAL

Aww! Thank you bro bro this was really sweet to wake up to! We’ve known one another for ages now and at times I have to wonder just how you deal with me, especially given the random anxiety fuled rants that I throw at you at like 5am ^^; I’m really happy to have met you Socke :) Thank you for putting up with my crazy and for building up the Lee family and not minding when I toss my own OCs into that mess xD I love our ships, our talks about flat earth, random spams of fanart of chu dying....like it’s always such a pleasure to hear from you.

Thank you for putting up with me for all this time - my moods a bit shitty atm but I promise to be back to the crazy brobro you love as soon as I can /o/