#eidorrah

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Local former slave reacts to their master trying to literally steal their body for her own, more at 11

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“Eidorrah Can Go A Little Feral, As A Treat”

Every once in a while I have to do full shading on something in pencil, just to remind myself I can. Eidorrah’s generally a pretty chill person - they don’t go out of their way to kill people, and they’re pretty willing to extend mercy most of the time - but there are a few things that slam them directly into Murder Overdrive, and the “People As Property” thing is definitely one of them.

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So I drew the scene, because I have a lot of emotions and I’m here to make that everyone’s problem

(they/them for Eidorrah)

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And now I have feelings. Wonderful.

This is exactly the dynamic I want between Eidorrah and Andronikos though - two people who know what it is to be constantly under someone else's thumb and also what it is to break free and never want to look back at anything that isn't that freedom

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I am very very late because I made the mistake of doing the “I’ll do that in a bit!” thing (spoiler alert: I never remember to do it “in a bit”), but I was tagged by @sleepswithvillains, thank you so much for your patience!! I’ll tag @vespertine-legacy, @elaphaemourra, @miss-spooky-eyes, and anyone else who wants to do it!

Another piece of the Eidorrah backstory one-shot - earlier in the chronological order of how things go, because I’m writing this one all out of order.

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Eidorrah glanced back, biting their lip. “Go on ahead,” they told the others hurriedly. “Meet me at the cargo dock. If I'm not there in ten minutes, leave without me. I'll catch up.”

Kela reached out for them as they tried to step away, tugging on her mother's hand to reach. “Dorrah!” she protested.

Eidorrah knelt, pressing a finger to the child's lips. “Shh, Kela. It's all right. It'll be all right.” They hugged her tight, letting her lekku coil around their forearms behind her back. “I'll be fine. It'll only be a little while, okay?” They pulled back to look her in the eyes, laying their hands on her shoulders. “You have to be brave for me, and go ahead, and stay quiet. I know you can do that. Okay?”

Kela bit her lip and nodded, dark eyes wide. Eidorrah kissed her on the forehead and stood again, meeting the adults' eyes. “Go. Ten minutes. Leave without me otherwise.”

They nodded grimly. “Goddess be with you,” Kela's mother whispered.

And Eidorrah turned and hurried away, back along the path they'd taken.

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wake up folks new OC dropped

Meet Eidorrah, my new Inquisitor, who by necessity has to exist in a different canon from everyone else. They’re a much softer and more friend-shaped quizzy than Duserra, although they can still kick ass when pushed too far. They also cope with the stress of their life via humor, which has led me to discover that the SI has some hysterical joke lines in there.

Re: the brand and the last image (and fair warning this gets dark fast): the particular sad direction in which my brain ran with this is "why would you "ruin" the face of someone who very much is pretty enough to be a dancer/pleasure slave," which immediately led to the conclusion of "it's not something they typically do, it's a specific punishment" -> "Eidorrah tried to escape at least once and actually almost made it out and in retaliation they were branded in a way that would be all but impossible to ever hide or remove, so that there would be no point to trying to escape again because everyone who ever saw them would know immediately they were an escaped slave and at best would refuse to house them/at worst would actively try to bring them back in"

to get that close to freedom and then have it snatched away from you in such a horrifyingly thorough way... that kind of broke them, I think, exactly like it was intended to. There was no point in trying to escape anymore, and without the chance of escape, there was no point in resisting at all - fighting anything done to them could only ever make things worse now. So they just... put their head down and endured. Until their Force-sensitivity made itself known, of course. And now, it’s why they always try to look Extremely Obviously Sith, because if there’s even a chance someone could mistake them for not being Sith, that could end very badly.

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D&D Class Meme: Eidorrah

bold what definitely applies, italicize what sometimes applies

𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙽 »   toothy grins, stories around the campfire, clothes covered in pet hair, hot temper, old jeans, heartbeat in head, potatoes and steak, beaded jewelry, bruises like galaxies, mementos, backpack stuffed full, craigslist furniture, spontaneous road trips, air ripped from lungs

𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙳 »   homemade bread, white lies, easily excited, trying on hats, band geek, pep talks, no impulse control, sunsets, vintage fashion, long showers, selfies, following dreams, rosy cheeks, song mash-ups, pink lemonade with tequila, loves easily, animated storyteller, full of comebacks

𝙲𝙻𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙲  »   list of wishes, biting their tongue, band-aids and neosporin, shoulder to cry on, morning sun, necklaces, trial and error, homemade quilts, formal clothing, astrology fan, messages in bottles, pleated braids, speaking up for friends, feathers, motivational quotes, vivid dreams

𝙳𝚁𝚄𝙸𝙳   »   bird watching, shy kid, wind chimes, trying to whistle, summer camp, apple orchards, lost in their head, glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, hoodies, thrift shopping, saving worms off the sidewalk, pig latin, bare feet, thunderstorms, numb fingers, braided hair, naming potted plants

𝙵𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚁   »   goosebumps, leather jackets, adventure, chewing nails, cares deeply but can’t show it, bronze locks, no sleep, taste of iron, netflix binges, never forgets, combat boots, stories behind scars, table for one, official soundtracks, sore calves, trusts themselves the most

𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙺   »   always trying to be better, wanderlust, meditation, sweat pants, old photographs, yoga, sleeping in hammocks, nostalgia, minimalist design, a breath of fresh air, baby animals, volunteering, perfectionist, doesn’t care about fashion, healthy snacks, noticing the little things

𝙿𝙰𝙻𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽   »   school uniforms, thick jackets, sleeping with the windows open, logical advice, scrapbooking, compasses, i fight for my friends, sculpture gardens, cold morning air, big soul, likes routine, secret romantic, last to get jokes, sunflowers, practical presents, misty weather

𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁   »   herbal tea, smell of rain, blinking away tears, camping trips, collecting bones, swiss army knives, first impressions, anxious thoughts, bobby pins, burnt marshmallows, too competitive, clothes lines, messenger bags, holding grudges, gets along better with animals than people

𝚁𝙾𝙶𝚄𝙴   »   flirtatious sarcasm, candid photos, lost phone chargers, adrenaline rush, picking dirt out from beneath their nails, social chameleon, clashing clothes, self-deprecating jokes, claw machines, sits in chairs wrong, smudged eyeliner, has too many sunglasses, eats nothing or everything

𝚂𝙾𝚁𝙲𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚁   » infectious laugh, family trees, shivers down their spine, lipstick and roses, mood swings, clumsy, believing in destiny, high expectations, sleeping in darkness, collection of nail polish, passionate, good grades but never studies, poetry books, blowing kisses, not knowing their own strength

𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺   »   knowing everyone’s secrets, backpack covered in pins, envy, being in walmart late at night, earl grey, selective memory, conspiracy theories and cryptids, key smashing, need to know basis, can’t cook, bags under eyes, experimental art, flickering bulbs, black clothing all year long

𝚆𝙸𝚉𝙰𝚁𝙳   »   piles of textbooks, cat in lap, keeping a diary, indecision, scented candles, studying alone in a café, lingering touches, museum dates, unanswered questions, taking on too much responsibility, collections, chalk dust, comfy robes, unnecessary apologies, coming home after a long day

Results: Cleric came out on top with five bold and three italicized, which isn’t what I would’ve intuitively picked for them but honestly? the vibe works for them

I took advantage of @mimabeann‘s open tag (thank you for the excuse!); no-pressure tags: @sleepswithvillains​, @sunsetofdoom​, @miss-spooky-eyes​, and I’ll pass on the open tag to anyone else who wants to!

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Wing AU sketch, ft. Zash being uncomfortably possessive under the guise of comfort/sympathy and Eidorrah only not flinching at the way-too-intimate touch because they have years of practice with that

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I went a bit nuts with memes today. (Here’s a link with the blank versions of all of these and more!)

Bonus ramble regarding the last one, because it got deeper than expected:

The "ghosts" column is actually really interesting, turns out, because there's several subgroups of why people ended up in that category and all of them ended up being Whoops! It's Deeper Than Expected:

- Eris & Eidorrah: the silent, the oft-invisible, the watchers; quiet and wary and sometimes a little unsettling in that; moving stealthily through halls not their own

- Zavi: the living descendant; walking in ten-thousand-year-old footprints worn into stone; an inescapable legacy of the dead that came before that is at once both honor and curse; the weight of hundreds of ancient ancestors on xir shoulders

- Lusâri & Dzalu: historians and students of the distant past; learning from legacies that only half belong to them; treasuring every scrap of knowledge whether well-known or long-forgotten; walking in those same stone footprints but knowing that their half-breed unclaimed-bastard step is unwelcome (and walking the ancient paths anyway); angry whispers and unearthly-cold fingers warded off with charms and wards as old as the ghosts themselves, both real-Force and false-superstition

Or perhaps to summarize - Eris and Eidorrah the ghosts themselves; Zavi the honored and duty-bound descendant; Lusâri and Dzalu the scorned descendants determined to learn from their hateful ancestors anyway

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Eidorrah inherits a bunch of space horses from Thanaton and has no idea what to do with them; local freshly-ex-slave stable boy looks on in amusement

(They get past the initial hesitation at Oh My Gods That’s A Big Animal and end up loving the animals a great deal; riding becomes a hobby of theirs.)

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are vines still hip with the kids

(they/them for both OC and artist)

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1, 7 and 20 for the headcanons? :)) (~Dina)

Send me association asks!

Thanks so much for the ask! :D

1. Likes their music loud

Alivar - unfortunately for him, adopting a Togruta child means he has to tone it down a little for the sake of her significantly more sensitive hearing xD

7. Wants to just lay down and not move

is “me” a valid answer

Garen would like a nap please

20. Talks in song lyrics

Eidorrah probably quotes songs and sings to themself in private a lot, though not so much in public; Alivar also likes to quote songs, but the difference is he thinks he’s smooth enough to make people think that’s not what he’s doing. He only sometimes succeeds.

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WIP Whenever

I was tagged by @sleepswithvillains like five days ago and I’m sorry it took me so long to get to it but the two-day power outage threw my schedule all out of whack xD I won’t tag anyone on this one just because it’s been a while since this came out.

From that Eidorrah backstory one-shot. Content warning: Slavery, torture/human branding (not graphic)

Then their body woke up the rest of the way, and the warm itch turned into searing pain. They tried to turn their face away from it, eyes flying open to a blur of lights and colors, and found they couldn't move their head – achingly tight pressure across their forehead held them still.

The pain subsided for a moment, leaving behind a throbbing ache, and they blinked rapidly, trying to clear their vision. Someone cursed, a familiar voice. “Wasn't supposed to wake up for another half an hour at least,” he muttered. “Slavers. Can't even get a basic sedative dosage right. I suppose I should consider myself lucky you woke up at all.”

Master? They tried to form the word; their tongue wouldn't cooperate, thick and heavy in their mouth still from the sedative. Their vision was clearing a little, at least, into coherent shapes. Old gods, their face hurt.

He was holding a rod of metal like a pen, the tip of it glowing orange – a moment later he was leaning over them again where they were strapped down, and it was burning into the skin of their cheek again and their still-fuzzy thoughts dissolved into a mess of pain and fear.

A strangled whine escaped them as they strained, trying instinctively to turn their face away and unable to. He grasped their jaw with his free hand, stilling the slight bit of motion they could still manage in the bindings, and paused to examine them, looking mildly disappointed. “Hold still. I wouldn't want to blind you.” He clucked his tongue softly. “It's a shame I have to ruin that lovely face of yours already. I've no need at all for a half-blind slave.”

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Some more centaur AU doodles - Duserra in her slave days (ft “I did more research for this one drawing than every other piece of art I’ve done this week combined”), a centaur!Eidorrah design (ft “hey if centaurs did wear fancy clothes on their lower bodies, because if anyone’s going to it’s a Sith trying very hard to look like a Sith, what would those look like”), and the half-blood twins as taurs as well, which basically ended up being horses with weird tails and a few dermal plates because my Sith ‘taurs are already pretty close to Human ‘taurs (purposefully).

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I was tagged by @sleepswithvillains - sorry it took me a bit to get to it! It’s midterms week, so I haven’t gotten much writing done. It’s also late, so I’m just gonna leave an open tag for whoever wants to do this - consider yourself tagged if you’re reading this and want to!

Started a new one-shot; have a snippet of very upsetting Eidorrah backstory. (Because the canon Inquisitor backstory is easy angst fuel and I am predictable.)

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Eidorrah slid to a stop so hard they nearly fell, backing up and turning to find another exit.

There was none. They'd ended up at the T junction between two alleys, three paths – all of them blocked. They pressed their back to the filthy stone wall instinctively, desperately searching for another way out.

The Devaronian, the one who'd almost caught them the first time, stepped forward toward them, one hand extended – the other holding his stun baton at his side, humming with energy. “Easy there,” he said, voice gruff despite the words. Eidorrah shrunk back from him before they could stop themself, flinching away from the implicit threat. “You've got nowhere to run,” he told them, taking another step forward. “Now come quietly, slave, and we won't hurt you too much. Your master's paying us a pretty penny to bring you back in one piece.”

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Fledging is difficult, especially when you’re doing it a decade late bc your wings have been clipped most of your life. (They get it down eventually, after quite a while of practice and exercise to strengthen their wings.)

Bonus with their long-suffering helper/teacher (whom they definitely don’t have a crush on) Andronikos: