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[deer-head-xiris]

A few more Star Wars OCs have been added to the sale pile! Characters can be edited however you'd like if you purchase them, check out the sale folder for available characters!

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[zhakyria]

Kahl's had a bad day. He's been shot, stabbed, and beaten - at least Vhiran was there to help him and get him to Seris, a local medic with a secret.

Vhiran and Seris belong to Enothar, the wonderful artist behind this piece. Check out her artwork on DeviantArt.

[rulimaquina]

"The Jedi academy of Almas prided itself in its unorthodox practices, among which one could find their far more lenient approach towards taking in older apprentices. One of many was Damaris. As is natural for their kind, the Codru-Ji don't gain sentience fully until they go through a metamorphosis, sealing themselves in a cocoon to reach adulthood. So, the presence of the force cannot be detected in them until this point and by then, it is usually too late for them to be trained in the Jedi temple of Coruscant.

Damaris joined the ranks of the Almas Academy as a freshly turned adult, wishing to explore the possibilities brought to them by their newfound force abilities. The council of Almas found Damaris to be stubborn and impulsive, yet kind and well-intentioned, and allowed them to train in the ways of the force."

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[flora-tea]

Smol sleepy Tigreja with her dad (my friend @Dongon55G 's Codru-Ji), Wilt 💗 She had lost her clan, but with him she found her pack 🐺💜

[loveleetoons]

My friend's Codru-Ji Monk named Rislu-Ko. <3 I think her design was really cute and I'm happy I was able to get this done for Art Fight. (I got it submitted during the last 2 hours on the last day)

[strawblina]

yyol...has extra arms....so she is good at hugs?? logic ! old old art mb

[clonebitch]

Welcome to this shit post of an account. The nicknames punk and heres my ocs with din and grogu. togruta? ori (or-ee) twi’lek? zelloria. codru-ji? nau (now) you know the other two

[isaut]

𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒊— yuki x fem!reader. starwars au. 1.7k

“Pleasure doing business with you,” You say to the Adarian, though it was not a pleasure. 

The tiger-like man nods curtly. He would probably agree– It was not a pleasure doing business with you. But your credits were filled, his emptied. The price he paid for needing such a vast amount of cortosis in such a short period of time. 

Your guards stand before you. They’re mostly for show, twin codru-ji with ritualistic markings on their face, and four blasters strapped to their thighs: one for each hand. Chi’ari offers you a hand to help you up, and you take it. 

“My business card,” You say, and Ra’li hands over the memory chip. “In case you need anything else, Rotti. Call me earlier and it won’t cost you so much.” 

Rotti is unamused with this statement. He waves you off, and you don’t need any more prodding to extract yourself from his den. 

The walk back to the hangar is silent. The three of you keep pace with each other, the robes of your dress swirling around your feet. You’ve enjoyed working with the twins– They don’t talk much, and are quick but not too quick to rise to your defense. 

You stop before they do. The gangway to your ship is down. 

Their hands move towards their blasters. 

“We’ll check it out,” Ra’li says. 

There’s no unease in the air. The only anxiety seems to come from the two beings beside you. 

“Just go locate the pilot,” You state, continuing your pathway. “I’ll look elsewhere.” 

Climbing the gangway, the three of you part ways there. The interior of the ship is high end, brand new. Sleek, curved walls. Blue and silver accents. Your hand disappears within the folds of your robes to remove your lightsaber. It hums to life beside you, casting an ethereal aura against the stark white metal. 

You move silently. Check the closed rooms and continue on. You try to sense what’s around you, but all you feel are the twins and the pilot. Nothing else registers. 

Nothing else registers, that is, until a familiar aura washes over you. You turn the corner and come upon the only open door. Your room lies within: bed perfectly made, a few gadgets on the bedside table, your sleep clothes set out on the covers to prepare you for the evening. 

Swinging your lightsaber in a circle, it violently hums in the stark quiet of the ship. 

Yuki rises from the chair in the corner she’s taken perch in. 

“I could have killed you,” You state. 

“You knew it was me,” Yuki replies. 

Your saber shuts off, and you slide it back within the folds of your robes. 

“Hey, honey girl. How was work?” Yuki asks, smiling widely. 

You look her up and down. Still in her normal clothes: Tight top, baggy pants. Her robe lays discarded over the back of the chair she was sitting in. 

“Fine.” Beside you, your fingers twitch. “What are you doing here?” 

“Looking for you. You’re a hard girl to track down, you know that, right?” 

You search her eyes. “Here to kill me again?” 

“Nah. Here to run away with you.” 

Your brows rise at her statement. “What happened?” 

“Got tired traveling on my own. You have room for one more?” 

“You’re really just here for that?” 

“I wouldn’t say you’re just that. I’d say you’re worth a lot more than that.” 

“Let me get comfortable, and then we can talk more.” 

In your pyjamas and with the ship smoothly sailing towards your next destination, you feel more at ease. The twins sit up with the pilot, and you and Yuki sprawl out in the living space. Well, Yuki is sprawled out. You sit with your legs tucked up under yourself, arm over the back of the sofa. 

She looks cool. All long limbs with an iced drink in her hand. She regales you with her most recent jaunt: Hunting down a sith lord on Yavin. It’s a terrifying tale as Yuki’s words twist with slight exaggeration. She glosses over the life she took. 

“I was in the forests and I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” Yuki admits. She glances over at you after the words have left her lips. There’s a flicker of insecurity that lasts for only a moment. 

“No?” 

Yuki nods. “It wasn’t your kind of greenery, but it was so green. And lush. The trees were huge, the ferns, the rain… And I couldn’t help but just think about you. Wondering what you were up to. Really… Really thinking about our conversation last time we saw each other.” 

The last time you saw each other was a surprise. You’d taken Yuki home, as you’re prone to do, and she had faked your death the next morning. It was a pattern that continued repeating. “You were thinking about my cunt?” You ask. 

Yuki goes red. “No! I mean, I was, but I was also thinking about how… Relieved you look to not be dealing with jedi muck.” 

Shifting on the sofa, you toss one of your ikkeu behind you, so it joins its sister down your back. “We’ve both known the Council isn’t for me. And it’s not for you, either.” 

“I mean, I know. I’ve known. Something about the forest just made it really sink in.” Yuki knocks back her drink and sighs. “I made good money from my last bounty, so I can take some time to regroup. I need to regroup.” 

Setting your glass down on the coffee table, a low set mod shape, you stand to get Yuki another drink. The cup comes out of Yuki’s hands easily, thanks to your force energy. 

“What are you up to next?” Yuki asks, watching you closely. 

You sit considerably closer to her, sliding the drink back into her hands. “You won’t like it.” You reach over to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear, following the silky strands down over her shoulder. 

“Humor me.” 

“The prince of Tholoth wants some lesai. We’re headed to Zebitrophe to pick some up, and then headed to Tholoth.” 

“Really?” Yuki sighs. She takes a sip of her drink. There’s no grand gravitational pull of her morals upon learning this. She’s not surprised to hear you’re running drugs– If anything, it’s expected for a smuggler. 

You pick your own drink back up and take a small sip. “And then I’m going to Naboo for some time off. Are you coming?” 

“You still got your apartment there?” 

“No, I upgraded to a villa. There’s a pool.” 

Yuki closes her eyes and rests her head on the back of the sofa, imagining it. You’ve always been fond of Naboo, Yuki remembers the first time you went. The two of you had been teenagers with padawan tassels, eagerly following behind your jedi masters. Yuki had tried, time and time again to get you to come out of your shell ever since you first met– Your master had been transferred to Coruscant, and taken you with him. 

On Naboo, she had found you one evening when sleep should have been the only thing on your minds in the royal gardens. The three moons shone down upon you, engulfing you in an otherworldly glow. Your fingertips rested on the leaves of a lotus flower, and they slipped down, shameful, when your eyes landed on Yuki. 

Your eyes had been wide. Caught. 

Your secret was safe with Yuki. She brought a finger to her lips and winked at you. She knelt beside you, and let you show her that you had learned how to make ripples in the water with the force, and that you could unfurl the flowers that closed up under the moonlight. You only did it twice, though, claiming it didn’t sit right on your soul. 

Yuki didn’t think you were going to board the ship and return to Coruscant. 

One of your fingers presses into the softness of Yuki’s cheek. She opens an eye to look over at you. 

“What are you thinking about?” You ask. 

Yuki closes her eyes once more, a fond smile on her lips. “First time we went to Naboo.” 

“Oh?” You remember it like it was yesterday. It was such a different environment from the rocks you had grown up around, from the constant inhaling of dust and city. 

“Yeah,” Yuki licks her lips and hums. “Swear it was like I was looking at you for the first time.” 

Your cheeks darken under your blush. 

“Think you looked at me for the first time,” Yuki adds on. She opens her eyes to look at you, taking in the bashful look on your face. 

You wave your hand. “I was embarrassing as a child.” 

Yuki grins, leaning into your space. “Nah, you were just shy and didn’t know you could be gay.” 

Avoiding her eye contact at all costs, you blush harder. Yuki grins wider. Places her hand on your thigh. “Good thing you figured that out, huh?” 

“You’re embarrassing me now,” You pout. 

“I think I’m flustering you,” Yuki says, not missing a beat. “C’mon, make some eye contact with me, pretty.”

It takes all your resolve to turn and make said eye contact. Yuki’s closer than you anticipated. Your heart skips a beat, flutters at the distance. 

“Hey,” Yuki breathes. 

“Hi,” You return. 

Yuki’s eyes flash to your lips. “I’m going to kiss you now.” 

“Okay,” You sigh and relax further. Yuki presses her lips against yours. 

“I’m sorry for knocking out your captain.” The words are pressed against your lips. 

“Don’t talk about that right now,” You murmur. Yuki’s hand slides further up your thigh, fingers splayed and bunching the fabric up. Her lips swallow yours, her tongue gliding against yours. 

Yuki pulls back, slowly, and sets your glasses on the coffee table. She gently pushes you down on your back, situating herself between your thighs. “You looked so pretty that night. If I hadn’t known any better, I would have mistaken you for the princess.” 

“The royal family of Naboo are humans,” You state. 

“Please accept my compliment, princess.” Yuki rests a hand by your head to support herself. You get a good whiff of her perfume. Her other hand comes to cup your cheek, thumb smoothing against the soft skin. 

You wrap your hand around her wrist. “Please give me a kiss.” 

Yuki seals her lips against yours once more. 

[autumnmobile12]

This line is probably just a random direction the writers chose, but geographically speaking, it was the Ottoman Empire that lay south of Wallachia.  At the time Castlevania takes place, the Ottomans (chiefly Islam) were very open and tolerant of other religions compared to their European neighbors and granted asylum to cultural minorities.  So not only is Trevor’s suggestion of heading south a means of escaping Dracula’s Horde, it’s also a means for Sypha’s people to escape religious persecution.

Sypha’s grandfather refers to their people as the Codrii Speakers.  The Romanian word codru means ‘forest’ and codrii means ‘woods.’  So Sypha’s people are woodland Speakers.

By the time Vlad III Dracula ascended the throne for the second time in August 1456, a comet had been sighted over Wallachia.  Based on the description by observing astronomers at the time and the calculations of moving celestial bodies, it is believed this was Halley’s Comet.  The historical Dracula interpreted the sighting as a good omen and later incorporated the famous comet in coins minted during his reign.  (Google searches show me none of the historical Dracula’s coins survive today, if he minted any specific to his reign at all.  My source for this one is a book published in 1989: Dracula, Prince of Many Faces by Florescu and McNally, pg. 83.  So make of this one what you will.)

The capital of Wallachia moved around a few times.  When the principality was first founded in 1310, it was located at Curtea de Argeș.  During the majority of Vlad III Dracula’s lifetime, it was at Târgoviște.  In the autumn of 1476, it is believed he moved the capital to Bucharest for economic and military purposes and it remains to be the capital of Romania today.  (Plus, in the context of the series, Târgoviște was a ruined city by 1476, so no wonder the ruling government cleared out.)

[tarjaturunenfansource]

Pics from last night shared by Codru Festival! 😎🤘🏻 @tarjaofficial

[tokillamockingbird427]

What starwars species do you think the ghosts would be? I feel like Neptune would be Nautolan, and I'm stuck between Chiss and Togruta for Keegan

🐺

Funny you say that because now *I* get to use my FAVORITE line...

I have an au for that

EHEHEHE

I have like a whole Star Wars au but I'll just give you the species and that since I haven't worked on it recently and I'll change it lmao.

All the Walkers are human, which is kinda lame of past me ngl. Buuuuut, they're also all force sensitive. (To varying degrees, even the wifey can get vibes.) However, the only Jedi among them is Elias.

Merrick is a Codru-Ji! Four armed species that starts out life as six legged doggies before a lil caterpillar metamorphosis. Also a mandalorian, cus hell yeah.

Keegan is a Zabrak. He even has some tats! Also I give him hair, because I can't stand to make him bald. Lil mowhawk. He is a dark pink/peach color.

Ajax is also human, and he ain't force sensitive. He and Keegan are bounty hunters. (Well he's the hunter, Keegan goes on field trips.)

Kick is a Mirialan, he's blue. (Cue "Why are you blue?" audio.)

Neptune is a Torgruta and they're YELLOW! Orange yellow, but mostly yelllow.

Rorke is a human, cus he's lame. But he's also a mando like Merrick so like, lose some win some.

I really adore the idea of Neptune being a Nautolan though, I could change it... this is a WIP idea. I think they'd be cute if they were teal with purple blushing.

I chose Zabrak for Keegan because I enjoy the horns and also Maul <3 Plus the tats. I should draw him, that'd be fun. I should try to draw all of them tbh but like, small steps.

[rulimaquina]

Everything anyone needs to know about Damaris is that they're these memes

[loveleetoons]

Art Fight has been over for awhile now (Congrats Team Werewolves!). But I wanted to say how happy I am to have finally joined. I got my character, Llyr The Caroler submitted on the last night. And got my one and only art attack out in the morning. My friend’s Codru-Ji Monk named Rislu-Ko. <3 Good fight everyone! Looking forward to it again next year! <3

[blueflipflops]

Star wars OCs Part I!

From my OC!Arla star wars fic We All Wanna Party When The Funeral Ends

Meet Issard Nheco (aka Zero), Codru-ji, (ze/zem)

Arla's right hand man and also the oldest of her squad. Issard is 21 years old as of chapter 8. Ze's a pilot, hacker, and a mechanic. Zir mixed heritage makes zem one of the rare cases of codru-ji that has four eyes along with their four arms. Ze was a mandalorian foundling not long before ze was snatched up by Kyr'tsad. Designated babysitter for Arla's troublemaking children.

Meet Vryl Gotoe (aka Fang), zabrak, (she/her)

She has a complicated relationship with Arla. On one hand, she admires and idolizes to her but at same time she resents her for not letting her die because at least then she'd be free. (She would not. She would've been tortured within the inch of her life but won't be allowed to die) She is 16 yrs old as of chapter 8. Her horns have been broken and uncared for in the years of her captivity. Arla handpicked her for her squad to save her. She is one of the only people in Arla's squad that she personally chose instead of being assigned to her by Tor. She is fast, feral, and specializes in close combat but Arla made sure she's a good enough shot to survive.

[blueflipflops-art]

Star wars OCs Part I!

From my OC!Arla star wars fic We All Wanna Party When The Funeral Ends

Meet Issard Nheco (aka Zero), Codru-ji, (ze/zem)

Arla's right hand man and also the oldest of her squad. Issard is 21 years old as of chapter 8. Ze's a pilot, hacker, and a mechanic. Zir mixed heritage makes zem one of the rare cases of codru-ji that has four eyes along with their four arms. Ze was a mandalorian foundling not long before ze was snatched up by Kyr'tsad. Designated babysitter for Arla's troublemaking children.

Meet Vryl Gotoe (aka Fang), zabrak, (she/her)

She has a complicated relationship with Arla. On one hand, she admires and idolizes to her but at same time she resents her for not letting her die because at least then she'd be free. (She would not. She would've been tortured within the inch of her life but won't be allowed to die) She is 16 yrs old as of chapter 8. Her horns have been broken and uncared for in the years of her captivity. Arla handpicked her for her squad to save her. She is one of the only people in Arla's squad that she personally chose instead of being assigned to her by Tor. She is fast, feral, and specializes in close combat but Arla made sure she's a good enough shot to survive.