#oc insp: Imogen Kol

[imogenkol]

— THE ROGUE INQUISITOR

to start off the year, I got myself this incredible commission of Imogen from @sashthesloth and I could not be more happy with it!!! I’ve been staring at all of the details that Sash captured in each outfit and it has brought Imogen to life in a way I’ve been dying to see for ages. I cannot thank you enough for your amazing work on this piece and being so lovely to work with! I can’t wait to have the opportunity to commission you again!

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[imogenkol]

Well, this was just made my whole day! This is so soft and sweet and really a moment these two need 😩 I am obsessed!!! Gonna be staring at this for a good while 🥲 Thank you so very much!!!

Request by @nightbloodbix of Bix Caleen and their oc ♥️♥️ thanks for the support♥️

Kofi

[imogenkol]

tfw you do not understand your ex’s extremely questionable taste in women

I got this equal parts adorable and hilarious sketch of Imogen x Bix + a disgruntled Cassian in the background from the insanely talented @felrija inspired by this post. Cannot thank you enough for this and cannot recommend commissioning her enough!

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[imogenkol]

— FRACTURES

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[imogenkol]

“Are you a Jedi? Or are you a Sith?” “I am neither.”

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[imogenkol]

Cris, you always know how to take a concept I give you and turn it into something so much better than what I pictured in my head!! I am obsessed with this!!! The atmosphere, the LIGHTING, their expressions, the details (like Imogen’s lightsaber !!!!) I can and have stared at this for ages. I cannot thank you enough and you’re always such a pleasure to work with!!!

A commission for a dear friend @nightbloodbix with such an amazing concept! It was some of the most fun I'd had with lighting in a long while!

[ID: Illustration of an OC named Imogen leaning over Bix Caleen from Andor while holding out a red lightsaber that illuminates both their faces. Imogen is almost kissing Bix's neck, while Bix has a blissful expression on her face. The background is of some dark buildings with a sliver of red sky illuminating the surroundings. End ID]

[imogenkol]

— IF I HAD A HEART

I had the pleasure of commissioning @seancefemme to do this magnificent piece as a birthday gift to myself and I am absolutely blown away!!! In my growing insanity while waiting for s2, I’ve been obsessing over these two as a proper rebel battle couple and this came out better than I could have imagined! The colors and the lighting are just brilliant and their expressions are ready for anything together. I cannot thank you enough! If you get the chance, I highly recommend commissioning her!

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[imogenkol]

NADYA: picture her stocking overstuffed because so many people put lil gifts and treats in there for her 🥰

JAYDE: something healthy curtesy of her wife. Greg the cat also snuck in there and ate the sweets.

IMOGEN: mostly self explanatory, but Bix stuck a little treat in there for her sweetheart.

LYS: a ton of homemade treats curtesy of Bellara and Harding leading a group holiday baking session at the lighthouse

I was tagged by @lilywatt @neonshrike and @voidika to do this cute stocking picrew! Thank you lovelies!!

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[imogenkol]

— WIP WEDNESDAY

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Been playing around with a concept to make Imogen’s life a little more difficult 🥰

The child trembled, his scrawny body curled in on itself to make him appear even smaller. There was no clear indication of how long he had been in the cell, but Imogen recognized the hardened gleam in the boy’s defiant glare. He experienced enough not to trust anyone who could open the locked door.

In those piercing eyes, the former Inquisitor recognized something else. A subtle strain at the edges of his features told Imogen that it took a massive effort to put on such a brave face. 

Imogen saw a faint resemblance of the girl she had struck down all those years ago. That child had been slightly younger than this one, and she had been so very afraid, yet she stepped into the path of Imogen’s blade anyway. As if that would spare her younger brother behind her from an Inquisitor’s wrath. Even children reach for the smallest victories. 

There was no one else this boy could protect besides himself. And even that was moot. The restraints on his wrists made what little he could use to defend himself obsolete. The boy knew it. Imogen knew it. Still, he scowled fiercely as if daring her to do her worst. 

Imogen grinded her teeth and glanced left, then right. The other troopers on the block were dead and the hallway lay barren. She should not bother with any diversions, but she thought that perhaps granting this child a chance — however meager — may begin to balance the scales. 

A chance was far more than she ever got at his age. 

With a twitch of her fingers, Imogen forced her mind into the inner workings of the binders and released them. They clicked open and clattered onto the cold durasteel floor at the young boy’s feet. He glanced down and then blinked back up at Imogen in shock. The unexpected act of kindness only seemed to make the child more suspicious of her, so Imogen took a step back and pointed down the hall. 

“That is the way out,” she said curtly. “I suggest you take your leave quickly.”

Imogen did not spare the child any words of comfort or even another glance before she turned on her heel and marched onward. She got several paces along until the gentle patter of a rushed gait behind her reached her ears, nearly drowned out by her own steady steps. 

As she turned back, she saw the young boy come to an abrupt halt a mere meter away, his eyes wide and suddenly desperate. 

“That way,” Imogen commanded and pointed in the opposite direction with more insistence. 

The boy stood with such an unfazed expression that Imogen wondered if he even understood Basic until he spoke up. “I… I have nowhere to go.” 

“The exit is a good start.” 

“What about after that?” He shuffled on his feet and stared into his now empty cell as if that were the most viable option. “I don’t even know what planet I’m on.” 

“That is not my concern,” she replied coldly. 

Before he could argue further, Imogen turned her back on the boy again and continued on. She did more for him than she should have and would certainly not burden herself further. If he lacked the basic intelligence to escape or even take care of himself then he would not last long in the galaxy anyway. 

“But you’re like me!” 

Those words stopped her short. Imogen hadn’t the faintest idea where this random child had gotten such a notion. Had the boy not wasted so much of her time already, Imogen would have found his claim amusing. 

“Is that so, child?” Imogen asked incredulously as she shot an impatient look over her shoulder once more. 

The boy reached out and suddenly Imogen’s blaster flew out of the holster at her side with surprising velocity. She only had a split second to react and catch it with her own mind before the weapon could land in the palm of a child no older than twelve. The blaster remained suspended in the air between them as Imogen took a moment to weigh the boy’s strength in the Force. His talent was no match for hers, but the pull she felt against her whispered of this boy’s potential. 

Seeing enough, Imogen wrenched the blaster free of the child’s influence and it floated into her gloved hand. She remained quiet as she returned it to its holster and regarded the boy with more interest. He clearly was no simple deviant the troopers had picked up off of the decrepit streets, but this revelation complicated things. Imogen had no desire for complications. 

“I’ve never met anyone like me,” the boy stated in wonder, his bright eyes shimmering like she was a beacon before him. 

Imogen should have known that her sins would be no easy task to atone for. 

She sighed heavily. If nothing else, she could pawn the child off on Cal once she returned to him. The pretentious Jedi could finally have more students. “Stay close. Do not get in my way. Do not speak unless spoken to.” 

The boy perked up and nodded emphatically. He trotted over to her like a pup. “My name is—” 

“I do not care to know it, boy.”

[imogenkol]

— ONE STEP FORWARD

pairing: Imogen Kol (oc) x Bix Caleen rating: Mature words: 1k warnings: mentions of suicidal thoughts summary: Imogen finds Bix in a moment of vulnerability

notes: this is old, but I’m still very fond of it and wanted to put it in it’s own post before it inevitably gets changed once the new season drops. It’s based off this grainy shot of the leaked s2 trailer

Imogen knocked on the door. “Bix?”

“It’s open,” a hoarse voice called from inside.

Imogen entered to see the apartment in disarray. Clothes were strewn about the floor as well as a few stray possessions and an empty bottle or two. Remnants of a lightly picked over meal remained on the counter of the small kitchen, now long cold. Perhaps it was a good sign that the mechanic had eaten something, however meager it may be. Though Imogen made a mental note to urge her to eat a little more. 

Bix lay sprawled out on her stomach in the messy bed, appearing about as put together as her living quarters. If Imogen hadn’t heard her voice just a moment before, she would have thought Bix wasn’t even conscious. As she drew nearer, she noticed a familiar blaster rested loosely in her mechanic’s grip. 

One step forward, two steps back. 

A lump formed in Imogen’s throat, but she swallowed hard and sat on the edge of the bed. “How are you feeling?”

The first sign of life from Bix was a weak shrug. “Somewhere in between wanting to blast some Imp’s head off and my own.”

That filled Imogen with a sickening, ice-cold dread. She carefully reached for the blaster. “You know that I would never allow you to do that.”

Their fingers brushed as Imogen took the weapon out of her hand. The touch roused a reaction and the mechanic’s gaze snapped up to meet the former Inquisitor’s. Imogen expected to see anything from pain to fear, but Bix’s eyes were simply hollow. She could not bear to witness it for more than a couple of seconds. 

“All of a sudden you’re so concerned with coveting life, huh?”

“I covet yours above all others, Bix,” Imogen replied.

A sigh expelled from her lungs and she dragged herself into a sitting position. “You don’t need to worry. I was just… too deep in my own head.” 

Imogen nodded, but fully recognized the danger of such a thing. “Have you gotten out of this room today?”

“No.”

“One prison is enough to endure. You should not make it two,” she said gently.

Bix ran a hand though her disheveled curls and released another impatient huff. “Everyone has been looking at me like I’m some broken thing. I mean, I am, but… seeing it all over their faces makes me feel like I’m still strapped to that chair, losing my mind.”

Imogen knew she must have inadvertently contributed to that. Guilt twisted her insides. Of all people, she should have known better. “My master used to look at me differently than anyone else. Not in a way I found to be encouraging. Though she never said it, I could see she spent most of her days anticipating the worst from me. It is taxing.”

“It is,” the mechanic agreed wearily. She shifted closer, looping an arm through Imogen’s and resting her head on her shoulder.

Despite the topic of conversation, Imogen felt a light flutter in her chest as the heat of the other woman’s body warmed her. This type of candid affection they had started to share more frequently brought a specific kind of intoxication. It felt just as thrilling as any intimate touch, and she hid a smile. Imogen could be content with her like this. Just like this. 

Imogen turned her attention to the blaster in her hands. “I had not realized you still had this. I thought it was lost.”  

Bix studied the blaster like it was the only object of importance to her. “I kept it from you.”

“Why?”

“It makes me feel less vulnerable. And because it’s yours.” 

Imogen recalled when Bix had taken it straight from her holster out of a strong will to escape the Empire with her life.

The lightsaber on Imogen’s belt was much the same. Cal felt nothing but disdain for her saber. He felt the darkness in the Kyber crystal, the way it had been corrupted years ago by her hatred, when Imogen’s hands were still freshly stained by cold-blooded betrayal. Corruption breeds corruption, so he claimed, but Imogen would not have survived this long without the weapon. It was the only thing she ever put her full trust in. 

Perhaps the blaster was not some dark force searching to prey on an addled mind, rather the only tangible reminder of Bix’s own survival.

After a long moment of deliberation, Imogen offered the blaster back to her. “Now it is yours.”

Bix leaned back enough to meet her gaze again. Relief washed over the bounty hunter at the small spark that reignited within her rich eyes. “You’re sure?”

“I trust that you will continue to protect yourself with it. As I will continue to protect you.”

A soft smile tugged at the corner of Bix’s mouth, drawing Imogen’s gaze down for a split second. She suddenly became keenly aware of their lack of personal space. Bix took in her features as well before she accepted the blaster. “Thank you.”

“You will not be broken forever, Bix,” Imogen promised. 

The movements were subtle. Fingers tightened around her arm. Bix tilted her head towards hers ever so slightly. Imogen felt even the most acute form of contact. It pulled her in like a magnet, making each short breath stutter past her barely parted lips. 

“You can kiss me, you know,” Bix whispered. 

Imogen had never experienced a deeper temptation in all her life. It would be as easy as leaning in an inch or two. The last time her lips were graced by a kiss was on Ferrix before the uprising. That moment felt so far away and it made Imogen ache terribly for her. This pain reached past every defense to tear at what was left of her very soul. Somehow, that only made her crave the pain more.

But Imogen could not bring herself to give in. Not while Bix was like this.

Wordlessly, the bounty hunter tilted her chin up and gently pressed her lips to Bix’s temple. Imogen felt her beloved lean into the kiss as her tense muscles eased. She sensed it gifted them both a moment of peace, so she pulled away and rested her forehead where the ghost of her kiss remained, feeling no rush to part from her mechanic.

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[imogenkol]

— WIP THURSDAY

I’ve been tagged by a lot of you in the last few weeks 💕💕💕 so I’ll just throw in the general tag list (ask to be added or removed!): @socially-awkward-skeleton @neonshrike @inafieldofdaisies @voidika @florbelles @adelaidedrubman @simonxriley @buggknife @aceghosts @carlosoliveiraa @risingsh0t @thedeadthree @cassietrn @jackiesarch @d-esmond @loriane-elmuerto @shellibisshe @katsigian @captastra @simplegenius042 @theelderhazelnut @g0dspeeed @strangefable @statichvm @jacobseed @cptcassian @hexmaturgy @auricfog @confidentandgood @e-the-village-cryptid @raresvtm @minaharkers

with season 2 finally just a few months away I’ve been trying to rein it in, but the anticipation has been making me think about what I wanna see and I got stuck on the concept of Bix getting to murder someone feral and bloody style and how Imogen might react in the aftermath.

“Are you hurt?” Imogen asked, carefully and thoroughly assessing her mechanic for any damage.

Bix shook her head and blinked at the floor, expression hollow. “No.”

The bounty hunter, satisfied with the certainty that none of the blood coating Bix’s hands and face belonged to her, pulled her along. “Come, love.”

The only sound to pierce the silence in the washroom was the gentle disturbance of water. Imogen knelt beside the tub and slowly dragged a damp cloth across Bix’s tawny skin — which had taken more of an ashen pallor despite the heavy steam in the air and warm low light from the lamp — and watched as blood fell into the bath water like droplets of crimson ink, turning it from crystal clear to a subtle shade of pink.

The quiet cleaning of her lover felt meditative or ritualistic. There was a kind of worship on Imogen’s part, not like she washed away the brutal act of murder and made Bix pure again, but like every inch of flesh she wiped clean was done with patient reverence — like she polished a deeply treasured statue. Like each caress of the cloth was a soft brush of her lips on the cool stone. Bix remained vacant, though, so Imogen continued to quietly work and raised the cloth to her cheek.

The initial rush of bloodlust had left Bix now that her mission was done. Imogen knew all too well how intoxicating the high could be, and how devastating the descent was. It would pass, she was certain, and Bix would become stronger — powerful, even. Imogen could not be more proud. But for now, her priority remained with cushioning the fall for her love as best she could.

And it was as simple as washing the blood from her hands. Imogen thought if their roles were reversed, the blood on her own hands would cause the tub to overflow — the entire room would, for that matter. She wondered if it may be the same for Bix once this war was over.

She hoped.

[imogenkol]

— I COULD LOVE YOU…

I commissioned my wonderful and talented friend @rcrisdraws for a much needed kiss between my brainrot couple. As you can see, it is absolutely stunning. The lighting and mood is so peaceful, which is what they desperately need, and I’m obsessed with the way Bix is pulling Imogen in with both softness and conviction 🥹 it is perfect. Cannot thank you enough for yet another gorgeous piece, Cris 💕 If you get a chance, commission them!

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[imogenkol]

— OC FAMILIARS

tagged by @lilywatt @socially-awkward-skeleton @cassietrn and @g0dspeeed to take this quiz for some of my ocs to find out what their animal familiars are! Thank you 💕🎃🦇

CROW

The Crow is a very interesting, complex familiar to have, and seems to have a lot of personality to its behavior. Though it is seen by some as representing evil, it is in fact a sign of luck as well, either good or bad, and is strongly tied with magic as well. Despite its worse side of its reputation, it is not a trickster, but in fact very wise and adaptable. In the same way, you are a very intelligent and creative individual, though you may be misunderstood by your peers.

The Crow familiar brings good luck to their master, acts as a mentor or guidance to them, and inspires them with bright and creative ideas.

This Familiar Represents: CREATIVITY / CLOSENESS TO MAGIC / LUCK / INTELLIGENCE / WISDOM / ADAPTABILITY / BEING MISUNDERSTOOD

TIGER

The Tiger, though very, very powerful, is a dangerous, mysterious, and unpredictable familiar. They are often the companion of one who has strong feelings of vengeance or hate to another person. However, you are most likely very independent and sure of who you are, and strive to be yourself and not conform to others. You are pushed through even the toughest of situations through willpower and wise decisions, if you are able to keep your feelings of anger in check.

A Tiger familiar is a very strong, vicious partner in battle, helps their master through mental stress, and gives them the will to continue on.

This Familiar Represents: SHADOWS / WILLPOWER / ANGER / UNPREDICTABILITY / MYSTERY / WISDOM

DOMESTIC CAT

Being a very curious and clever familiar, the Cat is well-known for its personality and tendency to get into trouble. However, it rarely has any bad intentions, being an adventurous and ever-curious animal. Along with its spirit of adventure, the Cat also represents knowing one's limits and being sure of themselves, and never question who they truly are. Similar also to the cat, though you are friendly to others, you would much prefer to be independent and in a quiet place instead of in a group.

The Cat familiar has a tendency to pull their master into adventures or exploring. They are also somewhat tied to magic.

This Familiar Represents: CURIOSITY / ADVENTUROUS SPIRIT / UNIQUE PERSONALITY / INDEPENDENCE / PLAYFULNESS / KNOWING WHO YOU ARE / MAGIC

GRIZZLY BEAR

A Grizzly Bear undeniably represents the power of nature, closeness to the earth, and the heart of a brave, persevering warrior. At times, they can seem calm and stable. However, if one hurts them or their cubs, they will fight with some of the greatest ferocity of any animal on earth. In the same way, you will fight until the very end to protect those close to you. However, despite your toughness, you are actually a very soft-hearted, peaceful individual inside.

A Bear familiar is an excellent companion in battle, will loyally protect their master, and fills them with bravery when they need it the most.

This Familiar Represents: PROTECTION / POWER / COURAGE / FREEDOM / UNPREDICTABILITY / FEROCITY

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[imogenkol]

— SHE’D DO ANYTHING FOR ME

pairing: Imogen Kol (oc) x Bix Caleen rating: Mature words: 3.3k warnings: possessive behavior, codependency, fight and make up summary: tfw when your ex finds your taste in women extremely questionable

notes: this is another older-ish one that I feel compelled to post on its own.

Everything felt so... calm and peaceful. In the same way the sky looks before a storm. Imogen should be fleeing for her life or at the very least preparing herself for the inevitable destruction. But she didn't — she couldn't. 

All she managed was to lie in bed beside the woman she fought so hard not to love. The warmth of her body half draped over Imogen's after a night of passion. It was such a simple thing, to have her beloved's head rest against her chest and feel their breaths as one, yet she could not recall ever feeling so content.

Destruction might just be worth it.

Bix trailed her fingertips along her bare collarbone which caused Imogen to smile. Her own caress lightly traveled up and down the mechanic's spine in aimless patterns. It even felt extraordinary to touch her just for the sake of it.

"I'm starting to believe you actually like waking up next to me," Bix said in a lighthearted tone.

"I have always desired this," Imogen admitted softly, tilting her head enough to nuzzle against hers.

"Meaning you've always been afraid of this."

Imogen tensed. The hard-wired urge to pull away and fiercely deny such an accusation threatened to overcome her, but there was no sense in refuting the truth any longer. Not from Bix. Gradually, the bounty hunter willed her muscles to ease. She wondered how long it would take to train these instincts out of her. "If we... truly commit to one another –"

Bix's fingers suddenly twitched into a fist against Imogen's skin. "If?"

"No," Imogen quickly corrected herself. "No more ifs. What I mean to say is... Well, I have a lot to learn."

"So do I. So does everyone," Bix stated matter-of-factly. She leaned up on her elbow and met the other woman's apprehensive expression. "You're here. You're trying. That's all that really matters to me."

A strand of dark hair dangled over the mechanic's cheek. Imogen reached out and delicately tucked it behind her ear. She took in the unobscured beauty of her beloved for a few prolonged beats, her thumb tracing some of those features that left her in awe.

"I am quite certain there is one thing in this galaxy that I would not be able to bear," Imogen muttered under her breath – almost to herself.

Bix moistened her lips as she inched closer. "And what's that?"

A rhythmic knock on the door interrupted their conversation. Along with a gruff voice that called out "Bix? It's me."

Imogen hoped her glare would burn right through the durasteel to strike Cassian down.

"Hang on!" Bix called back. With an exasperated sigh, she slumped down and hid her face in the crook of Imogen's neck for a beat before she forced herself up. At the sight of the bounty hunter's less than pleased expression, Bix said "Don't start anything. I’m not in the mood to deal with either of your shit today."

"He still draws breath, does he not? That is the extent of my manners," Imogen replied curtly as Bix hastily dressed herself. She, too, summoned a great effort to follow her out of bed and do the same. "Unless he wishes to apologize for aiming a blaster at my heart."

"You held your lightsaber at his throat."

"He drew on me first."

Bix rolled her eyes, though Imogen caught the upturn at the corner of her mouth before she turned towards the door. "Come in."

The both of them hadn't quite finished dressing. Cassian entered as Bix fastened the waistband of her pants at the same moment Imogen pulled a shirt over her head. He halted mid-step, his gaze shifting between the two women as if a complicated equation did not add up. Though, the scene before him must have been fairly obvious.

"What is it, Cass?" Bix impatiently urged.

"I just... wanted to talk to you." Cassian's answer came out distracted. His eyes lingered on the bounty hunter.

Imogen looked to Bix expectantly and received a nod. A part of her had hoped that she would have been allowed to remain in the room, but she understood why Bix dismissed her. Without another word, Imogen collected her coat in one hand and intended to make her exit when an impulse emerged. She would not have Cassian misinterpret anything here, not if she had any say in it.

In a few strides, Imogen went to Bix and pulled her in by the back of her neck. While their lips met with intention, it was no less soft or passionate than the kisses they shared in private. Imogen indulged in a few strokes and had to fight not to get lost in the sensations, nearly forgetting the witness she intended to show for.

Once Imogen pulled away, she gave Bix a parting caress and said "I will come find you later."

The mechanic had a knowing glint in her eye, but she nodded again. "Alright."

Cassian had not moved and the nature of his continued gaze turned from dumbfounded to outright suspicion. Imogen glared right back at him as she made her way towards the door. He stood far enough into the room that she could have easily maneuvered around him, but she instead shoved her shoulder into his as she walked past. Just to make sure her point came across clearly.

Cassian let it happen and she exited the room with an air of confidence. 

Despite having been dismissed, Imogen’s curiosity compelled her to linger just outside the door. Cassian could be there to simply check up on his friend, or he could be there to stir up tension. Either way, Imogen didn’t trust his judgment or his motives and prepared to intervene if she must. 

She leaned against the wall next to the door and shut her eyes to focus her hearing as best as she could past the thick durasteel wall. Through the Force, she could pinpoint each of their positions and the vibration of their voices became clear in her ears. 

“I didn’t realize you two were back to your original arrangement,” Cassian said. 

“We’re not,” Bix replied curtly. 

“No? Then what was all that about?”

“We’re trying something different.” 

Cassian scoffed. “Different. With her?” 

“Yeah. With her,” Bix asserted and Imogen sensed that she placed her hands on her hips as irritation began to swell in the mechanic’s chest. 

“Alright then.” 

“Look, did you just come in here to rag on my personal life choices or was there actually a point to this conversation?” 

“I’m not ragging,” he insisted, shrugging his shoulders defensively. “I just – I don’t get it.” 

“Well, you sound pretty judgmental. Which is rich coming from you, Cass.” 

“At least I haven’t slept with an Imperial Inquisitor.” 

“She’d do anything for me.”

Cassian did not try to hide his disdain. “Where have I heard that before?”

“Imogen is not Timm,” Bix snapped.

Under normal circumstances, Imogen would never allow anyone to come to her defense. All that mattered was that she had enough power to stand up for herself. And yet… she realized that no one ever has spoken up for her in any capacity. The utter conviction in Bix’s statement filled her with an unexpected swell of pride. 

“No,” Cassian agreed patronizingly. “Timm never waved a red laser sword in anyone’s face.”

The jab only seemed to antagonize the mechanic more. “What is your problem?”

The two of them struggled to keep their tones leveled, but as tensions grew, so did their volume. Even in an enclosed space, their disagreement would certainly be heard by anyone that walked by. Imogen didn’t even have to hold her focus through the Force to hear them clearly any longer. Cassian must not have cared because he knew many others held the same prejudices against Imogen that he did. Bix clearly had no issue voicing her opposite opinion. 

Imogen loved her for it. 

“I don’t know, I just,” he stammered over his argument once again and sighed. “I think there are better options out there –”

“What, like you?”

“Come on, you know that isn’t what I’m trying to say.”

“Then what are you trying to say? Explain it to me.”

Imogen’s patience for eavesdropping wore thin and the discomfort she sensed in Bix only made her own anger rise. The bounty hunter pushed away from the wall and took an assertive step towards the room, fully intending to assure Cassian of her permanence at Bix’s side, but his next words made her hesitate. 

“I’m worried for you, being with someone like that,” he said earnestly

There was a pause. Bix did not abandon her stern tone, but Imogen heard it soften ever so slightly as she responded. “She won’t do anything that I don’t ask her to do.”

“Maybe that’s what I’m worried about.”

“Oh, so you’re afraid of me now, too?”

“I’m afraid of how she’ll change you.”

Another tense beat of silence passed between the two of them. Imogen absorbed Cassian’s words and they left a bitter taste on her mouth. He sounded like Cal, making it seem as if darkness only corrupted. Darkness could bring strength. Darkness could bring power. Imogen would not change Bix, Bix would change herself into whatever she needed to be. That is what Cassian truly feared, whether he realized it or not.

“I’ve already changed. And Imogen had nothing to do with it. So do us both a favor and mind your fucking business from now on,” Bix said firmly.

The mechanical door suddenly slid open and Bix came into view as she stormed away from the conversation, coming up short once she spotted Imogen. Her eyes widened slightly and she quickly glanced behind her, but Cassian hadn’t made his retreat from the room yet. 

“Are you alright?” Imogen asked. The urge to confront Cassian herself remained, though she doubted any of her intentions towards him would improve his reservations about her.

Bix continued to briskly walk away, reaching out for Imogen’s waist to usher them along — or more likely move her as far away from Cassian as they could get in order to avoid a possible blood feud. “How much of that did you hear?”

“All of it,” Imogen casually admitted. 

“Don’t let it get to you, alright?” Bix rubbed her hand up and down Imogen’s back. Whether her intentions were to pacify herself or the dangerous woman next to her, it was difficult to say. Imogen still accepted her touch. 

“While he made a fool of himself… some of his concerns are not entirely unfounded,” she said slowly.  

Bix shot her a deeply confused look. “Are you saying you care what Cassian thinks?”

“No,” Imogen replied with a scoff. “I simply mean that he harbors the same judgments everyone else holds against me. I have accepted them long ago and so should you, lest that scowl overstays its welcome.” 

The mechanic shook her head bitterly, ignoring Imogen’s attempt to lighten her mood. “They just don’t know you.”

“And they never will. Not like you do.” 

“Maybe that’s the problem,” Bix pointed out as she came to a stop in a secluded corner of the hallway. “All he sees is the Inquisitor.”

Imogen tried not to roll her eyes. “I have nothing to prove to him or anyone else. Why should I waste my time with such an endeavor? Especially when they are not wrong.”

“They are wrong.”

“No, they aren’t. Not about me. Not about us.” Imogen placed her hands on Bix’s arms. Her caress had a sort of melancholy that lingered in the small smile across her lips. “I do not believe I am the best option for you, but I will be yours for as long as you’ll have me.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Bix asked incredulously and shook off her touch. 

Imogen felt a tightness at the back of her throat. She moistened her lips and swallowed with difficulty, her voice hollow. “Have you considered that your feelings for me might be influenced by gratitude? By the simple fact that I got to you first on Ferrix? Would it not be Cassian’s embrace you’d wish to fall into every night had it been him?” 

It deeply pained Imogen to voice an insecurity that she had failed to bury. The way Bix had looked at her differently since Ferrix filled Imogen with a warmth that she had never experienced before, but she could not shake the whisper at the back of her mind that gradually became another scream in the cacophony. A part of her did not care if it was true, she would be grateful to have Bix in any capacity. But the much larger part that truly loved her felt she needed to hear those words.

An intense and furious expression twisted Bix’s features as her body stiffened. She fixed Imogen with such a hard look that the bounty hunter nearly took a step back. 

“Fuck you,” Bix said with a shocking amount of venom. Imogen realized her grave mistake, then, and it felt like a harsh slap to the face. “And fuck what you’re insinuating.” 

“Bix–”

“And I’ll tell you why you’re wrong,” she continued fiercely and took an assertive step towards Imogen, entering her space. It wasn’t until that moment that Imogen noticed she had, in fact, backed away. “What I feel for you was there before all of this. So, despite what you might think of me, I won’t just fall for the first fucking person who comes to my rescue!”

Imogen’s gaze became downcast in shame before she responded softly “Forgive me. I misspoke.”

“You sure did,” Bix snarled bitterly. She turned to walk away and Imogen felt conflicted on whether or not she should follow. 

She refrained from pursuit, but she couldn’t help calling out after her. “You know I don’t truly think that.” 

Bix hesitated. Some of the tension dispersed from her shoulders as she released a weary sigh and glanced back. “You still don’t believe that I can love you for you. I thought we were past this, Imogen.” 

“I do not doubt you.”

“Some part of you does.”

“Maybe… But I swear not to give voice to those thoughts ever again.” She dared a step towards the mechanic.

Bix held up a hand to stop her. “Look, first it was Cassian and now it’s you, just… give me some time, okay?”

Imogen hated Cassian. And she wasn’t particularly fond of herself at the moment, either. She conceded. “Of course.”

As she watched Bix walk away, Imogen felt the invisible tether between them tighten. Disbelief filled the pit of embarrassment in her gut as she tried to make sense of what just happened. She knew better. Imogen knew better and still she plucked out the most absurd thought from the back of her mind and spoke it out loud like a witless scoundrel. If her utter foolishness is what finally made the tether snap, she would never forgive herself.

Hours passed and Imogen kept herself scarce until evening approached and she could sequester herself to the comfort of her own ship. Though, The Huntress felt far colder and emptier than it ever has before.

Imogen ate a quick supper and prepared for bed early. As she settled into the cot, silence sounded more unbearable than a cacophony of tangled voices. The longer she stewed in the memory of her own foolish words, the more Imogen felt like she could hear the shouting of those imaginary voices at the back of her mind. Some sounded like her own voice. Others sounded like her Master. They sounded like Vader. They sounded like Cal. 

They sounded like Bix. 

After a while — or an eternity — Imogen groaned and sat up in the cot, swinging her legs over the side and contemplating numerous methods to get her brain to shut off. All felt fruitless. 

Then she sensed a familiar presence approach, making her spine perk up like an alert animal. 

The entrance to The Huntress whooshed open and Bix trudged in, looking as exhausted and dejected as Imogen felt. The bounty hunter couldn’t deny the immediate feeling of serenity at the sight of her lover, but she still gripped the edge of the cot and half expected another round of disciplining. 

The mechanic came to a stop before her and crossed her arms, appearing less stern than earlier, but Imogen still noted the twitch of her jaw. They simply breathed in the tense air for a few long beats until she finally spoke. 

“You didn’t come to bed.” Bix tried to hide it, but she sounded hurt.

“You asked for time,” Imogen replied pointedly. 

The mechanic sighed as she stared down at the floor and shook her head. “I didn’t mean the whole night, I’m sorry.”

“You should not apologize.” 

“I want to,” Bix insisted as she stepped closer to the cot. Her fingers twitched in a subtle fidget at her sides. “What you said earlier –” 

“Was careless.” 

“Yeah,” she said with a nod. “Yeah, it was. But I know you didn’t mean it that way. I’ve been thinking about it and you’re not entirely wrong. Well, you are when it comes to Cassian, but about gratitude...” Bix’s shoulders lifted as she took in a deep breath, her gaze shifting over the interior of the ship that she knew as well as her own home back on Ferrix. “I’ve always wanted to be near you, but after everything you’ve done for me, it feels less like a want and more like a need. I don’t know, but I start to lose my mind a little bit when you’re gone. Even with how upset I was earlier, a part of me still hoped you’d come after me.”

Imogen took a quiet moment to contemplate the confession. She understood Bix’s words because she had seen the evidence. All that she missed was the true extent of her suspicion. But before Imogen allowed her emotions to settle, she offered one single question. 

“Does that bother you?”

“No,” Bix answered confidently and closed the distance between them. She reached out and took a strand of Imogen’s hair between her fingers. “Does it bother you?”

It should, her thoughts responded immediately without voicing it. Imogen recognized this attachment had grown to an intensity Bix did not have full control over. She recognized it because it was the same attachment she had within herself. As if Bix were a vital organ her body would not survive without.

Could Imogen’s devotion still be pure in that case? Did it matter? It certainly did not feel like it did when her beloved gazed down at her with a mixture of adoration and concern. 

“No,” Imogen said and accepted that for all it could possibly mean.

A small smile of relief brightened the mechanic’s features. “Good,” she said. Bix placed her hands on Imogen’s shoulders and pulled herself down onto the bounty hunter’s lap. “Because I’m done arguing with people about loving you.”

Imogen’s arms automatically wrapped around Bix’s waist to keep her close. She grew weary of the discourse as well, but she did not wish to see Bix angry with those she held dear – no matter how much Imogen detested them. “They argue because they care.”

“I know.” Bix leaned in until their foreheads touched, her hands coming up to rest against Imogen��s cheeks. “But they should see how you make me feel.”

Imogen felt her face flush with a warm grin at that. “You were right earlier.” 

“About what?”

Their lips brushed together. Chaste at first. More of an innocent expression of her fondness. Then Imogen tightened her grip around the woman in her embrace as she deepened the kiss. Many emotions were conveyed in the cadence she led. Her kiss was possessive as she lightly nipped at Bix’s lower lip. It was passionate as the tip of her tongue greeted hers. It was desperate as short breaths escaped their lungs and tickled their skin. It was everything. 

Imogen finally pulled back, but only the smallest amount to utter her answer. “I would do anything for you.”

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— EVERY OC LIST GOT THE

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RALEIGH PIERCE | JAYDE THATCHER

EDDY | MORGAN REED | NADYA BISHOP

NORA ABBOT | ADHIRA BERKANA | IMOGEN KOL

VAUNE IYER | SKYE THATCHER | KÅRE BATTLE-BORN

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— OC SPEECH MANNERISMS

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NO. OF SPOKEN LANGUAGES: 1 / 2 / 3+ (fluent in several common languages spoken across the galaxy + understands binary)

TONE OF VOICE: high / average / deep

ACCENT: yes (mashup of various euro sounding accents/it shifts a bit depending on how long she stays in a particular region) / no

DEMEANOR: confident / shy / approachable / hostile / other

POSTURE: slumped / straight (the only thing straight about her is her posture) / stiff / relaxed

HABITS: head tilting / swaying / fidgeting / stuttering / gesturing / arm crossing / strokes chin / er, um, or other interjections / plays with hair or clothing / hands at hips / inconsistent eye contact / maintains eye contact / frequent pausing / stands close (only when trying to intimidate or sleep with you. or both.) / stands at a distance

- COMPLEXITY

VOCABULARY: ⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️

EMOTION: ⚫️⚫️⚪️⚪️⚪️

SENTENCE STRUCTURE: ⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️⚪️

- PROFANITY

FREQUENCY: ⚫️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️

CREATIVITY (in regards to profanity): ⚫️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️

BOLD ALL THAT APPLY: arse. ass. asshole. bastard. bitch. bloody. bugger. bollocks. chicken shit. crap. cunt. dick. frick. fuck. horseshit. motherfucker. piss. prick. screw. shit. shitass. son of a bitch. twat. wanker. pussy.

- IMPORTANT QUESTIONS

DO PEOPLE HAVE A HARD TIME HEARING OR UNDERSTANDING YOUR CHARACTER? - almost always / frequently / rarely / never.

DOES YOUR CHARACTER'S POINT COME ACROSS EASILY WHEN THEY SPEAK? - almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never.

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER INITIATE CONVERSATIONS? - almost always / frequently / sometimes / never.

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER BE THE ONE TO END CONVERSATIONS? - almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never.

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER USE 'WHOM' IN A SENTENCE? - yes / no / only ironically

YOUR CHARACTER WANTS TO MAKE A COUNTERPOINT. WHAT WORD DO THEY USE? - but / though / although / however / perhaps / mayhaps.

HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER END CONVERSATIONS? - walk away / ask if that's everything / say that's everything / give a proper goodbye / tell their company they're done here / remain quiet / they don't.

WHAT SOCIAL CLASS WOULD OTHERS ASSUME YOUR CHARACTER BELONGS TO, HEARING THEM SPEAK? - upper / middle / lower.

IN WHAT WAYS DOES THE WAY YOUR CHARACTER SPEAK STAND OUT TO OTHERS? - accent / vocabulary / tone / level / politeness / brusqueness / it doesn't.

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