#i think it's the one I'm the most proud of so far beside Saber's

[enquire]

Kismet

I imagine anyone following this series could probably guess who I was doing next. Yep, it's Utsuro. This one was kind of interesting. I'm not super sure about the markings (they might be a little too complex? still thinking about it) and his hair was a pain to translate into pony form for me. No clue why he gave me more trouble, but I might end up changing that aspect later because it still feels a little off to me. Also, the markings are sort of part of his cutie mark, kind of like how Luna's is. I kinda wanted to give the vibe of his cutie mark being invasive/changing him. Like his coat has been symbolically tainted or burned from it. He always had some spots and freckles, but after he got his mark, the darker markings + patches/shadows over his flanks and legs appeared.

Anyway, let's get into things...

Kismet was an ordinary earth pony who lived with his family somewhere in Equestria. Like most ponies, he was excited to get his cutie mark, and curious about what it would be.

When an oddly foreboding black mark appeared on his flank one day, strangely accompanied by several new markings, at first, Kismet was just as overjoyed as any former blank flank would be.

However, as time passed, it became clear that Kismet's cutie mark was unique, to say the least. Because no matter what kind of trouble came his way, somehow, it would pass him by completely unharmed.

Good fortune and success followed him wherever he went. Kismet prevailed whenever he attempted anything, and those closet to him were often granted the same blessings.

Soon, everypony wanted to have Kismet around. In the beginning, Kismet was happy to suddenly have so many friends. But eventually, he began to realize that nopony wanted his companionship because they cared about him or enjoyed spending time together.

When a team wanted to win an important game of hoofball, they invited him. When his town's mayoral election came around, the two candidates fought for his support. And the few friends and family Kismet had cared about slowly began to treat him differently.

It shouldn't be a surprise, then, that Kismet came to see the mark as a curse. Once he realized the fortune tied to him was the root problem, he tried everything he could think of in order to make it stop. But no amount of bad luck charms or attempts to control it himself affected the endless good luck.

In the end, Kismet gave up entirely. He left his hometown behind, and started covering up his cutie mark and going by various aliases during his travels. (His current being "Sunset Shores," and using a cutie mark belonging to somepony too distant from him to have the identity theft be an issue)

He tried a few times during this period to start new lives for himself. But inevitably, his good luck would start affecting things around him and the ponies he had met. And in the end, the connection would be made between the two, and Kismet would quietly vanish.

Being alone was somehow more tolerable than being lonely while surrounded by others. So Kismet simply drifted from place to place, not making connections, and never allowing anyone to really get to know him.

On a few instances, his path led him to several other outcasts. Ponies who had nothing, were failures, or had nopony to trust or rely on. Kismet couldn't help but see himself in them. And the ways in which his fortune changed those ponies' fates were some of the only times Kismet ever felt anything positive about his mark.

Though after the connection was made, and things began to deteriorate, Kismet would disappear again. The gratitude and reverence was overwhelming. That being said, he never regretted them, and eventually, he came to realize that somewhere along the way, one pony whose path had crossed his was different. There was one pony who he had helped, who had seen what he was, and yet still saw him before any of the rest.

Perhaps that is why she, and she alone, was able to find him again. After traveling halfway across Equestria, the two of them met once more. And so, Kismet no longer travels alone.

Also, above are examples of what it looks like when he covers up his original cutie mark.

Right: "Sunset Shores" with Clover Shore's cutie mark. Left: Blank flank version. (he doesn't always bother with replacing it)

Last few notes: Kismet's fortune is probably a little different given the universe and how cutie marks work. It still makes his life miserable but doesn't necessarily completely drag the meaning from everything. At least not quite to the degree divine luck does. Just a *bit* less intense but still a curse.

And there isn't a despair cult, world-ending tragedy, nor any killing games in the works here, so there's that too...

[kyberphilosopher]

Heya! Would you like to write some Keres x Reader headcanons where the reader is a Jedi and survived Order 66 and is trying to rebuild the order? How would Keres react? Especially if she falls in love with them? Do you even write headcanons, I'm so sorry😳

Hello I love you. This will sound super lame, but my original characters are my babies and I’m so happy you like one enough to request this. It really makes my day. I hope you’re well and hydrated for real. 

Please request more things for Keres. She’s da love of my life. I’m so proud of her. 

I’ve never written headcanons before, but here we go. [Hope I did it right]

Also, there’s two versions here because the first one got kind of long and it felt more like an actual fic. Got a little nervous about doing it wrong so I split it up- one section is shorter and more of a rundown, while the second is the original and more detailed. Choose whatever works for you. 

-Spoilers below

Short Version

Meeting on Endor

Her not liking you at all in the beginning

Respecting you for your calm demeanor and not asking about her past

Slowly warming up to you

Not knowing how to show her appreciation, so bringing you little things. 

Bringing you berries you like and you not knowing how long it takes her to find them

Hugging Keres after being worried about her and her not knowing how to respond

Keres.exe stopped working

Not agreeing with the Jedi Order, but respecting what you’re doing when you mention reform. 

Would 100% help you with reform if you would ever succeed. 

Would’ve even joined had you said the word. 

Breaking Keres’s heart when you ask her to come with you

Keres saying no and acting like it’s not a big deal to make you feel better. 

Keres wondering about you often

Seeing you in dreams

Wanting to tell you how she feels and her past

Thinking about you during Operation Ilum. 

Writing you a letter about how you had changed how she saw the Order. 

Mentioning that she hopes you’re proud

Finding out she knew Cal Kestis later. 

Asking what Keres was like and finding out that she worked on Bracca.

Smiling softly and hoping that she’s alright. 

[Keres has been dead for about 2 years at this point]

Long Version [lol]

.✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.★.*｡･ﾟ✫*.  The Meeting 

I imagine you meeting on Endor. Keres stayed there for about a month after her encounter with the Haxion Brood, and you planned to stay until you were ready to get back on the galaxies equivalent of a road. 

You were dedicated to the order, and you understood what it stood for. Even if you knew it wasn’t perfect, you think it’s important to have around and bring back peacekeepers. 

You wandered about the forest, hiking and climbing as you scouted out the area around you. You were hoping to find any resources or civilizations of any kind, but instead you found something far more valuable...

A girl was laying down a net in a river. You’d never seen her before, and you hadn’t sensed her presence. Your first thought was that she was a native of some kind- probably just lived here. She had brown hair in a braid that fell over her shoulder, long eyelashes and wore a dark colored outfit. She didn’t look like a native- didn’t dress like one at least. Then you saw the lightsabers on either side of her hips. 

Your first reaction was “!!!!!!!” because this was another Jedi! She definitely would’ve helped you right?! Wrong. 

Before you could reveal yourself, the girl detached one of the weapons. You were immediately concerned when you saw a red colored blade ignite in the world. She must’ve been a Sith, but at the moment, she was just calmly slicing part of the net away. 

You knew better than to engage a Sith lord in direct combat. So, you waited. Instead, you attempted to cleverly follow the girl back to her camp and capture and question her-pounce while she slept. 

The plan did not go well.

Keres isn’t stupid. She knew you were following her, for multiple reasons, and ended up placing a trap of her own. 

You stepped right into a rope in the shape of a loop. Immediately, it snagged around your ankle and you twisted up into the air until you were hanging upside down. Dizzy and feeling the oncoming headache, you had to squint your eyes to see her walking towards you.

“Hello there,” the girl said. Keres held up a hand, and your lightsaber came off your belt and zipped into her hand smoothly. She observed it, rolling it over, pressing the nail of her thumb against it.

You were about to speak, but the blood rushing to your head was making it difficult. Your mouth opened and closed with a strain, prompting her eyebrows to furrow. “Hey,” she said with a snap from her free hand. “I’m talking to you.”

“Sith... Lord...” you managed to get out like an observation. Your fingers barely put themselves into the pointing position.

“So what if I am?” she questioned. “Aren’t the Jedi the ones who are traitors?”

You didn’t have an answer. Your head was getting too cloudy, lips were becoming too parched. Maker, you were about to pass out. 

The girl rolled her eyes. She pressed the switch of your lightsaber, and the blade popped out quickly. She cut the top of the rope swiftly, and then her hand reached out to freeze you in the air and stop you from falling. 

Tiredly, you lay back, trying to recover from your thrumming mind. 

Meanwhile, the girl tossed your saber up in the air and caught it. “Jedi, huh?”

You sighed, closing your eyes and finally regaining your breath. “Yeah,” you said in defeat. The cackling of the fire combined with the girl standing over you was a weird feeling. Relaxing, but intense and threatening. 

Keres thought for a moment. She decided to take a calculated risk. 

Your lightsaber landed in the dirt beside your face. “Don’t ever follow me again,” she warned. 

You sit up immediately, meeting her eyes. They’re hazel, with golden flecks from the light of the fire in the back. Freckles across her olive skin, powerful demeanor. 

She turns away and leaves. You don’t go after her. 

.✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.★.*｡･ﾟ✫*.  The Second Encounter

You just had to know about this girl. She had let you go, but somehow had a red lightsaber? It didn’t quite add up. If by any chance she wasn’t a Sith, she was still a force user. She could help rebuild the order!

She was in a different spot this night. She had clearly moved and set up camp somewhere else because she didn’t want you specifically to find her again, but you had managed to track her down again. 

As she sat on a fallen tree, staring at the orange streaks of heat lapping the air in the dead of night, you sprung on her. Your saber was drawn and pointing at her, and you pushed yourself from behind the tree you stood at. 

Keres was calm. “Didn’t I tell you not to do this?” she asked simply, looking up at you. 

Her eyes are so pretty. Hazel... emerald green and gold... you swallow. 

“I think I need your help,” you say urgently. 

“Help?” Keres questions with one eyebrow raised. “It’s funny. I can’t remember the Jedi ever needing help before.”

You feel your head become clearer. Somehow, you figure out what kind of person you’re dealing with here. If you want to convince this one, you’re going to have to work for it. You’re going to have to play your cards right.

You turn your saber off. [this takes Keres by surprise, but she didn’t show it.] 

“We were peacekeepers,” you say, sincerely. “We were betrayed.”

“In the Purge?” Keres wonders aloud, genuine and without considering how this gave you an opening.

“Yeah,” you replied. You look down at the ground at the memory, feeling the muted sadness wash over you. Then you look up and into her eyes again. “Were you there?”

Keres doesn’t answer immediately. She looks between your right and left eye, almost like she’s searching for something. “No,” she says finally. And you think she’s lying. 

You end up sitting beside Keres, on the dirt next to the tree she sits on. 

“I’m Y/N by the way,” you say after a string of silence. “Yours?”

Keres just looks at you. She’s the most distrustful she’s ever been to another person, and she doesn’t like you very much. She just remembers what the Jedi did to her, how they left her out of selfishness. How much better would her life have been if they had helped her?

“Keres,” she says finally. “My name is Keres.”

.✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.★.*｡･ﾟ✫*.  The Relationship Development

Gathering together, and her keeping a close eye on you to make sure you’re not a threat. 

You never drawing your weapon in order to stay on her good side. 

Telling Keres you’re on a quest to save the Jedi Order, and her not liking it. 

“So you’re pretty stupid, huh?”

Asking Keres a few times what her problem with the Jedi is. 

Keres refusing to tell you, and starting to feel guilty about asking because you know it was probably making her sad. 

Keres getting closed off and becoming more quiet after you ask. [this makes you feel even worse]

Watching her practice her lightsaber technique. 

She does it almost every day, at around the same time. She uses the same tree to practice against, twirling around and slicing it [without full power as to not bring the whole thing down]

Being in awe of her combat form. It’s not like anything you’ve ever scene or been taught about, and it’s relentless and graceful. 

Finally giving her a tip. [you know better than to question how she does this in case it has to do with her past]

“You should try using your knees more,” you say, leaning against a neighboring tree. 

She looks over at you. You’re almost afraid she’s going to quip something sarcastic and borderline rude to you, but she’s quiet. Finally, she says, “you should try using the reverse grip.”

Being secretly overjoyed that she actually said something sincere to you. 

Asking where she got the sabers from.

“Green came first, and the red came second.”

“Where’d you get a red lightsaber at this time?”

“Stole it.”

Not taking the conversation any further. 

Being shocked when she offers you food one night. 

Accepting after a second of staring at her in awe. 

Her warming up to you over the course of two weeks. 

She likes how calm and unflappable you are. She likes that you know better than to push your luck and respect her boundaries. It’s almost comforting.

Something changing in the relationship.

Waiting for her to return to camp after a day of her hunting and gathering. She was taking much longer than she should’ve, and you were beginning to get anxious and worried. 

Rocking back and forth lightly while your feet tap on the ground. 

Seeing her figure in the light of the fire, and running towards her. 

Pulling her into a tight hug. 

Keres almost drops the net of fish and berries you like. Eyes wide, mouth slightly open. 

Nuzzling your head into her hair as your chest heaves. 

“I was starting to get worried,” you explained. 

Keres not knowing what to do, but slowly wrapping her arms around you in return. 

Looking into her eyes for a few seconds after pulling away. 

You can make out a cluster of freckles that look like a constellation you really like.

“I... um... I brought those berries you like.”

Keres looking at you a little longer after that, and sometimes catching her staring. 

Making it a thing to watch her while she trained. 

Keres wanting to ask if you like the view, but being too much of a [soft cinnamon roll] to do so and getting nervous.

Keres sometimes bringing you rare berries you like. 

She doesn’t even like it herself. They’re purely for you.

Sometimes taking a while to find but her never mentioning it. 

Keres starting to wonder if maybe all Jedi aren’t bad. 

Keres wanting to brush her fingers against your face as you look at the campfire at night, but being to anxious and nervous to do so. 

Keres feeling bad about her past and feeling like she’s not good enough to be with you. [or even your friend]

.✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.★.*｡･ﾟ✫*.  The Finale

Almost completely forgetting about the Jedi Order and staying under the protection with Keres. 

Becoming a bit of a team in living around each other. 

Realizing you’ve already been on Endor way longer than you should have, and knowing you have to move again.  

Asking Keres to come with you. 

“You’re a good person, Keres. I could use someone like you with me.”

Keres tensing up when you call her a ‘good person’. 

“Help me rebuild the Order, Keres. Come with me.”

Keres wanting to go with you. 

Keres knowing she can’t. 

Remembering what the Jedi did, and everything bad she’s ever done. 

Her feeling very guilty and pained. 

“I’m alright here,” she said slowly, trying to keep calm. 

“Are you?” you question. 

“Yeah,” she says, even though she feels very, very upset. 

Picking up on the way her voice almost breaks. 

Spending the night in her camp more quiet. 

You’re leaving the next day, and she’s trying to ignore the fact that she’s come to really like your presence.

Keres stays up thinking about it, looking at you sleep and thinking about how stupid she is. 

Asking her to come with you again. 

“Keres,” you say, looking down at your feet. Then you look back up into her eyes. “I know you have some weird thing against the Jedi, and I get it.” [you don’t get it.] “But you’re smart and you’re strong. Come with me. Help rebuild the Order.”

Keres still wanting to go with you. 

Looking down, feeling so sad and disappointed and devastated in the pit of her stomach. 

I... I can’t.”

Not knowing what else to say to her. 

“Take care of yourself, Keres.”

Keres wanting to tell you everything that happened to her. 

Keres wanting to ask you to stay, but knowing that this is too important to just shun. 

Watching you leave. 

.✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.★.*｡･ﾟ✫*. Bonus

Keres thinking about you at random times. 

Looking for you around the Harbinger, trying to see if you somehow joined the rebels. 

Returning to Ilum and looking over the side of the mountain, thinking you’d like the view. 

Keres’s view of the Jedi changing.

Although she doesn’t agree with what you’re doing, and she doesn’t like the Order at all, she knows why they’re needed. She respects what you’re trying to do, and she respects your mission. She won’t intervene. 

If you would ever succeed and ask her to join the Order, asked her what she would reform, or need her to defend it, she would’ve done it. 

Wondering if you’re still alive. 

Wondering if you’re doing okay. 

Always using her knees more in combat to remember you. 

You holding your lightsaber in the reverse grip to remember her. 

Respecting people who don’t like the Jedi a little more, because they remind you of Keres and knowing you must have empathy. 

Keres thinking about you before she dies. 

Hoping you’d be proud of her. 

Stumbling across Cal Kestis, Greez Dritus, and Cere Junda years later when they were also trying to rebuild the Order. 

Finding out Cal and Keres were roommates on Bracca and suddenly remembering her. 

Hoping she’s still alive, not realizing she had died a few years prior. 

.✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.★.*｡･ﾟ✫*.

Sorry if you don’t care about my oc’s and I tagged you. It’s star wars related and i panicked. 

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