#oc: Jeron

[sith-as-heck]

All the characters introduced in Absent so far, from top to bottom:

Nuit, Jacen, Jeron and Adma.

Made with this piccrew

[andorerso]

cassian and lyra 🤝 jyn and clem

not to mention jeron and unnamed birth mama would L O V E their baby's wife but I mean I'm not basing that on anything but wishful thinking

REAL!! like Cassian's birth parents are basically OCs lmao so we can do what we want with them, and I have some very clear headcanons I'm not budging on. they're definitely the supportive and caring parents he would have deserved, and they definitely adore Jyn and she adores them back. like from the first second he brings her home and they see that sparkle in his eyes when he looks at her, they're like "yeah, she's family now." uhhhh in a kinder universe 😭

[kilshade]

My Worgen and Kul Tiran druids have leveled to their final (outfits) forms. woot!

[miaouerie]

whumptober 2020 ----- day 2. “pick who dies”

@whumptober2020​ Rebelcaptain Hunger Games AU: Cassian is Jyn’s mentor in the 70th Hunger Games.

content warnings: minor character death (OC)

previous: day 1. 

The female tribute reaped alongside him was named Nata Houdely. She’s just about his age, and she’s pretty: long, dark hair and brown eyes the same shade as his. She stands just a little taller than him. They could’ve been siblings.  

Cassian’s stylist says as much to Nata’s stylist, who lets out such an unnatural, shrieky staccato of a laugh that Nata nudges Cassian with her elbow and whispers, “Does she have something stuck in her throat?”

It sounded like a high pitched ee-ee-ee-ee noise that reminds Cassian of a whistling kettle on the stove. The two of them keep quiet with their snickering until they’re whisked away to remake. Afterwards when Draven comes to escort them back to their floor, they crack up over the other’s impersonations of their prep teams’ oddities.

Nata is funny. They’re the same age but if Cassian ever had a sister, he would have pictured her: they giggle over each other’s impressions of the Capitol accent (Cassian’s was better), compare vanished scars and moles from before the visit to remake, and make fun of the weirdest looking Capitol fashion trends they’ve seen so far.

As they return to their rooms Cassian feels like he’s in better spirits than at the start of the day; the sickening thought that today concluded their first full day in the Capitol in the countdown to the 62nd Hunger Games only comes to mind as he falls into a dreamless sleep. But the next morning, Jeron is frowning at him over the breakfast table. 

When they disperse to prepare for the first training day, he waits until Nata and her mentor leave.

“Cassian. What do you think of Nata?”

His 14-year old son considers the question. “She’s funny, and we get along well.” Jeron is still looking at him expectantly for what must be a different answer so Cassian tries, “Should I ally with her?”

His father sighs, touching a hand to his temple. “I was worried about that. Listen, the first day of group training is today. Irga is certainly talking strategy with her right now. And I don’t believe her plans will include you in them.”

Cassian can feel his cheeks get hot, the way they do preceding an argument. “How can you say that already?”  

“Because I asked her not to.”

What? “Why?”

“Realistically, we can only bring one of you home. You are my utmost priority, and Irga understands that. You’ll do better to avoid an attachment that will be severed. It might even be by your own hand. I don’t want you to get attached to someone like that.”  

His father’s voice is quiet and firm, but in it, there’s a desperate plea. Cassian can barely hear it over the ringing in his ears. He doesn’t want to think about it, not from even before he was reaped and not ever in his life, but when confronted with the reality of the situation like this he can’t: his father is a mentor in the Hunger Games—his mentor now—and the Games must come first.

-

“My father… he said we shouldn’t make an alliance.” Nata’s brown eyes widen, but before she can respond Cassian continues, “We could make one anyway. If you want?”

-

Nata dies in the bloodbath. Cassian runs.  

[rogueclonesftw]

20. For your Rebellion/resistance era ocs? (Esp. crack AUs)

I don't really have that many AUs for the Rebellion or Resistance Eras, most of them are consequences of AUs of the prequel era.

The main one for the Rebellion is the continuation of Gladiators, where Jaster mcfuckin loses it and after a period of murdering the fuck out of the Death Watch becomes Mand'alor. (In this AU Kell is technically Alderaanian royalty but that's a whole other thing.) The only thing that really happens differently is that Rena ends up taking over as Mand'alor, because the title isn't hereditary but the next Mand'alor is the one who starts doing the job. And that's her. Also Leia is her aunt so they're not a thing.

The existence of my three Resistance Era ocs depends entirely upon an AU in which Rogue One live so...

The only other AU I have for that time period is the one where Ben Solo is Ben Solo and Kylo Ren is Somebody Else. (A very weird and creepy somebody else.) Jeron (one of the aforementioned ocs) and Ben are smuggler buddies who work with/for Han and, along with Jeron's two siblings, disgruntled former students of Luke's, trying to make their way in the galaxy after their mentor fucked off to his Guilt Shame Hermit Island and left them to clean up the mess.

[me-gongoga]

Alliance, Ch. 7 - Cassian Andor x Reader

Pairing: Cassian Andor x Reader/OC, hints of Poe Dameron x Reader/OC, Slowburn Summary: At the General’s will, a begrudging intelligence officer is paired off with a seemingly inexperienced Resistance pilot on a reconnaissance mission.

Ch. 1 - Ch. 2 - Ch. 3 - Ch. 4 - Ch. 5 - Ch. 6 Ao3 - Fanfiction.Net [Reader Replacement Key: “Moira” - Your first name]

The burning had quickly turned into a chilling cold. It cut through her skin and penetrated her bones with a repugnant dampness she could not escape. Moira’s torso was soaked with blood, the heavy liquid seeping out around the gloved fingers as she pressed forcefully into the wound. She was losing precious drops with every step forward in Cassian’s arms.

“My father, he was… a doctor,” she had told him. “His office… there’s still med supplies in it.”

It had been all he needed to hear before scooping her up and taking off back towards the compound - towards her childhood home. She could tell he was moving as fast as he could but the pain was substantial and made every moment drag.

“You’re a kriffing idiot,” he huffed, rounding a bend of trees. “You know that? Why did you do that? Why?”

She knew he was not searching for a response; that he was just venting his own frustrations with the situation, but she did not care. “I’ve never been – been shot before. Now I can… check it off… the list.”

Moira saw him flash a look down at her in the darkness, though she could not say whether it was out of incredulity or irritation.

“We’re almost there,” he told her, tone just as resolute. “Hold on.”

“The frequencies,” she breathed. “You should make sure… Kaytoo is – is getting them.”

He made a noise that very nearly sounded like laughter if not irater. “You don’t get shot and then start giving orders,” he murmured through his teeth. “That’s not how it works, Lieutenant.”

She wanted to respond but found her energy for such things quickly depleting. She settled for a thin smile. Her eyelids were heavy as she rested her head against Cassian’s arm. Darkness was very nearly on her when she was shaken back awake.

“Hey, Moira, stay with me. We’re here, okay? We’re here,” his voice was husky and apprehensive. She felt herself dip in his arms as he moved to type in the security code. And for at least a few moments, the sudden brightness of her home was jarring enough to keep her eyes open.

“Where?” Cassian demanded.

“Off my parents… room,” she pointed weakly ahead of them. “In – in the back.”

Cassian made off in that direction, pounding the opening mechanism with his elbow, lights switching on as they entered. The bedroom was less meticulous than the other rooms he had seen, but still had the edge of perfect preservation. Carefully, he set Moira down on the right side of the master bed. His eyes scanned the three additional doorways in the bedroom before following her gaze to the one closest to him.

“There… should be bacta patches… and Nyex, behind his – the desk,” she muttered.

“Keep putting pressure on it!” Cassian hissed, taking off through the doorway and into her father’s office.

The room was an overwhelming mess. Stacks of datapads and papers and books towered about the small room, each occasionally topped with varying pieces of medical equipment or crumpled notes. It was dark, seemingly only ever lit by a manual light that was too far out of Cassian’s way to bother with. He pushed through the jumble towards the large desk in the corner of the room, flinging open the set of cabinets mounted to the back wall. There were enough medical supplies within it to run a small practice. Cassian focused on what he needed, his eyes quickly finding their way to the familiar items. He grabbed the patches, the pain killer, an antiseptic, and a few other miscellaneous medicines before rushing back to Moira’s side.

She was dreadfully pale but she was still awake. Cassian sat down beside her on the bed, his legs hanging over the side as he looked over her. Moira’s eyes were wide and fearful as she gazed up at him; expression so raw and helpless that it was almost made him feel sick. With a careful acknowledgement, he removed her quivering hands from the wound, examining it for the first time in good light. The dark fabric of her shirt had frayed around it, leaving the wide and searing red area exposed. Thankfully the shot had missed the most sensitive organs, falling just beside her bellybutton. Cassian could only hope that it was not so deep as to unearth her intestinal track. The sudden image of a fellow Resistance spy laying disemboweled on cold steel flashed into his mind and Cassian did his best to suppress the memory. He would feel better once he removed the excess of blood and got a good look.

With adept hands, he took the remaining fabric of her shirt and ripped it open to the wound, rolling up what was left of it just beneath her breasts. He reached quickly for the stack of bacta patches, using the first just to soak up blood from the area – and there was a lot. But as the liquid cleared, he let out a breath. It was shallow.

“It looks mostly superficial,” he murmured, still analyzing the lesion. “Meant to wound, not to kill. I should be able to patch it up.”

There was the smallest, suffocated whimper as he took to it again. His eyes shot up to Moira who seemed near tears and rightfully terrified, blood dripping from her hands as she held them awkwardly before her.

Cassian frowned at the sad site, dropping the supplies to her side for just a moment. “Hey, it’s going to be okay,” he cooed. Cassian effortlessly slipped off the bloodied gloves from her hands and pushed Moira’s arms down to her sides, forcing her to relax. He then reached up towards her face and brushed away the wisps that had fallen into her eyes; his tenderness almost a surprise to him. He continued, moving to slide his hand behind her head, gently intertwining his fingers with her hair and rubbing a few small circles into her temple with his thumb. “It’s going to be okay,” he repeated to her, tone resilient and low like a prayer. “I’m going to take care of you. I owe you that much, don’t I?”

It was a moment before she gave him one of the weakest of smiles he had ever seen. But it was a smile nonetheless.

Cassian allowed himself to be caught up by his desire to comfort her for a moment more before remembering the Nyex. He quickly pulled away and fumbled the hypo-syringe into his hand while grasping one of her bloodied arms in his other. His eyes quickly found the ideal injection site in her prominent vein and Cassian rubbed the antiseptic quickly over spot. The needle was steady in his hand.  

“This should help the pain,” Cassian he told her before slowly injecting the liquid into her system.

“Yeah,” Moira murmured. “I know… what Nyex does.”

Cassian discarded the needle to floor and flickered his eyes back up to her for just a moment. He shook his head before returning to the wound.

Smug as her words were, they made Cassian feel better. If Moira was talking back to him, even just slightly, it had to be a good sign.

After a thorough and deep coat of antiseptic that seemed more painful than the wound itself, he started layering the bacta bandages. Cassian let the blood soak through each layer and absorb the medicine before adding another. It was an intricate process but one that he had seen succeed on other shallow wounds.  At first, blood fully consumed each bandage; then, slowly, it began to ease up.

“Oh… that’s right.”

Cassian looked up from his work to meet eyes with a dazed Moira.

“I just forgot how this stuff makes you feel,” she mumbled, her voice an offset monotone.

As he studied her face more thoroughly, Cassian realized the medicine was hitting her hard. The look of fear and anxiety had been replaced by a far more enigmatic expression. She was staring at him, plump lips just slightly agape, and a certain child-like wonder in her dilated eyes. The all-at-once dose he had given her was by no means dangerous, but it was definitely a lot more potent. It was normally distributed at intervals using an IV, but they had not had the time for that. It seemed Moira would just have to deal with the sudden high; Cassian thought it was probably the best thing to happen to her all day.

He heaved a relieved but exhausted chuckle. “So you’re feeling pretty great just about now, eh?”

She grinned back at him. “Yes, Captain.”

Cassian could not deny that the juxtaposition was peculiar; seeing her so suddenly pleasant after such a panicked couple of minutes was a bit shocking. But it brought a genuine smile to his face nonetheless. “I’m glad.”

“Huh. Three,” she muttered.

“What?”

“At least… I think it’s three. Kind of two and a half. Second didn’t really… count.”

Cassian realized she was babbling heedlessly. While the medicine was surely making her feel good, it certainly would not make it easy for her to form coherent thoughts. Or maintain a filter.

“What are you talking about?” He asked.

She lifted a pale hand and wearily pointed it at him. “You.”

Cassian raised an eyebrow at her inquisitively.

“You know, how many times I’ve seen you smile,” she announced proudly. “Twice where you meant it, once where you faked it, but three total. Yeah… Three is right.”

He shook his head and added another layer of bandage, this time hardly any blood coming through. “Why exactly are you counting that?”

“Because you don’t smile a lot.” Moira’s deluded voice told him. “So I think that I’d like to… keep track, of when you do. Because, you know it’s, well, it’s nice.”

He shot a look up at her. “Is this your way of telling me I should smile more?”

She shook her head vehemently. “No.... I mean only if you want. I think you’re good both ways.”

“Both?” Cassian questioned as he sealed the final bacta patch on her wound.

“Yeah, both.” She replied, nodding proudly.

“Care to elaborate, Lieutenant?”

“Well, you have two expressions,” she began, holding up two fingers, like it was obvious. “The first one is all serious and angry looking. That’s the one you have all the time. Like, right now.”

Cassian nodded and did his best not take it as a slight. “And the second?”

“Your smile,” she reiterated, sounding rather alarmed that he had not already caught on. “It’s always one or the other.”

“So,” he began, moving off the bed to collect the trash that had amassed from her care. “To summarize, what your saying is that, most of the time… I look angry.”

“Yeah,” she said almost too chipper. “But you know, a good angry.”

Cassian discarded the supplies in an empty waste bin before returning to her side. He was trying desperately not to play with her too much in such an altered state. But there were some things even he could not resist. So he played into her musings. “I don’t think there’s such a thing as that. I think you’re just trying to nicely say that you don’t like me.”

She looked back at him as if he had just slapped her across the face. “How dare you,” she began in her unbalanced quiver of a voice. “I… I like you quite well. More than you know. You’re the one who didn’t like me.”

It took all his strength not to laugh at her frazzled words. He maintained his constant tone. “To be fair, I don’t like anyone at first.”

She tilted her head to the side. “Well,” Moira darted her eyes away from him. “You should have made an exception.”

“Don’t worry. I have.”

And then Moira was smiling cheerfully once more.

As Cassian sat beside her, he realized how thankful he was for her. Though he had been initially so apprehensive to her presence on the mission, Moira had turned out to be more helpful and skilled than he had given her credit for. Not only that, but he thought they even worked well together – that there was an almost natural back and forth pattern to their interactions. She was warm and lighthearted and had dragged out emotions in him he had long marked off as lost. But, most baffling still, was why she had risked her life for his own having barely known him a day.

“Moira,” he asked, staring into her intricate eyes. “Why did you do that?”

“Do what?” She asked through a yawn.

Cassian pointed to her bandages.

“Oh.”

Rather suddenly, she turned her head away from him, digging her face into the pillows underneath her. “Come here and I’ll tell you.”

“What?”

“You heard me,” she muttered, pointing to the vast empty space nest to her on the bed.

Cassian could not deny that he was intrigued by her sudden furtive behavior. And if anything, climbing onto the sprawling space of the bed beside her seemed like the least dangerous thing he would do all day.

Cassian shook his head but pushed off the bed and rounded to it’s other side. He rather suddenly realized how badly his body had ached for such relaxation as his limbs touched its softness. As he laid down beside her, he thought he was in great danger of falling asleep.

Moira smiled at him, obviously pleased with herself. “Sorry. I’m just tired.”

“I am too,” Cassian admitted as he met her eyes with his own deep brown ones, getting comfortable against the pillows. “So?”

“So you were going to get hurt,” she murmured, her eyes barely open now. “I didn’t want you to be. So… I moved you.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” he told her.

“I know I didn’t. But you would have done the same thing for me.”

“What makes you think that?” Cassian asked with the smallest edge of bellicosity.

She took a deep breath in and closed her eyes. “I just know. Because you’re a caring person. You just don’t act like it. I don’t think you like that… about yourself. It must make your job harder. Caring… it makes you weak sometimes, makes it hard to let go. So even if you don’t really care about me, even if it’s just the mission you care about. I couldn’t let you get hurt because… I think you’re a good person. And I care about you.”

Cassian could not remember the last time he had associated himself with the word ‘good’. Conniving, audacious, manipulative, ruthless – these were all words that he thought described his actions on a daily basis; words he would more immediately use to describe himself. And yet here she was, seeing into him as good. He wanted to pass it off as delusions of the medicine but it all struck too much of a cord with him.

Caring. She had called him caring. There were certain things Cassian did care about – freedom, the Resistance, Kaytoo. And, occasionally, something else would sneakily add itself to that list. Something that, if Cassian was not careful, ran a good chance of ruining him.

Yet as he stared down at it, hand extending towards his own in such a gentle manner, Cassian could not bring himself to push it away.  He instead found himself doing the opposite – slipping his fingers around her own.

A thin smile graced her lips at his touch and she looked thoroughly at peace. Cassian would watch her wound but he more than surmised that she would be alright. So Cassian let it be what it was and closed his eyes as well because he damn well knew that he needed the sleep. And despite the mission, despite the injury, despite whatever was about to begin – Cassian slept better than he had in years.

[gloves94]

White Holes [Cassian Andor] [2/10]

Warnings: None Pairings: Cassian Andor/OC Summary: 

Captain Cassian Andor was an Officer of Rebel Intelligence for the Alliance. An emotionless tool. There was nothing more to his life than following orders and working for the Resistance. Hell! His only friend was an Imperial droid named K-2SO. So what happens when he is struck by a love at first sight and meets Dr. Lya Stryker? Will their story has a happy ending? (CassianxOC)

My fanfiction: M A S T E R L I S T

Dr. Lya Stryker brought a hand to her face and pinched the bridge of her nose in irritation. She was a professional for the Force’s sake. She didn’t have to deal with this, dare she say a type of harassment!  Her mood was irked and foul. That man was something else. From what Lya had heard about him, Captain Andor’s reputation did somewhat proceed him. Despite his redundant questioning, he was a quiet man. It was rare for him to slip her any personal information even if she was his medic. To put it in simple terms he was a man of practicality, and from what she knew he wasn’t one to beat around the bush. He didn’t have many friends from what she could tell. His room was always empty of visitors. He appeared to be a no-nonsense kind of man who always got to the point. The only individual that would be in the room often was a rebooted Imperial droid named K-2SO or Kaytoo. It had been weeks, and the man remained under pretenses of feeling unwell. This bothered Lya to no end since he was only occupying precious time and resources. “Captain Andor, Happy day!” She said as she walked into his room with glee. He was sitting up on his hospital bed and scratched his bearded neck. His pristine sheet covers hid most of his body except for his rugged face. “Is today the day you finally agree to go out with me?” He asked in his peculiar foreign accent. A wide grin playing on his face. This feeling he had. It was something that had never consumed him in such a way. There was no way in hell that he was giving up any time soon. Her flustered expression only seemed to encourage him more. She rolled her eyes and shook her head. She attempted to ignore the fact that her ears were turning red. The man had been in the medical ward for almost a month! (His ship was being repaired as well) And it was the same thing every single day. Frankly, it was getting old. “Ha! Believe it or not, it’s even better,” she waved her finger as she briefly skimmed through his health report. “Today is the day that you are discharged. So, enjoy your freedom.” She simply shrugged content with the fact that he would be out of her hair. “Even better,” he said wildly as he tossed the covers off his body and into the air. “That means that I can finally take you out.” She blinked twice surprised to see that he had been wearing his civilian clothing underneath the sheets. He jumped out of bed with some ease before flinching and bending over in pain. She didn’t even bother in reaching for him. He deserved that. “The fact that you’re being discharged doesn’t mean that you can run amuck. Your body still has to rest and regain its strength.” She sighed dropping her head to the side a hand hanging on her hips. What was she going to do with this man? The droid in the room stepped back cautiously. “As the days pass by I calculate there is a decreasing 22.5% chance that Dr. Stryker will agree to engage in this courting ritual with you,” Kaytoo added robotically. She looked at the droid apprehensively, ‘I mean, he’s not wrong.’ She thought to herself with a humorous huff. “All I need is a 1%,” Cassian added dramatically in protest. He allowed a hiss to escape his lips as he clutched his gut and slowly straightened his back. This was probably the first time that Lya got a good look at him. He was about her height. He wore a brown jacket over a pair of brown pants and matching boots. His frame was fit despite his brief moment of weakness, and his shaggy look fits him nicely. “Doctor,” he croaked still clenching his body. Slightly concerned she approached him. Her eyes scanned for any sign of injury or disease. She was about to ask what was wrong when he opened his mouth. “You said maybe. Now I’m waiting for my yes.” She looked at him with her azure eyes wide. The slightest flirtatious smirk made way to his face. “Ugh!” She couldn’t help herself. She swatted his side with the clipboard. “Cassian! I am under no obligation or pretense to reciprocate your uncontrollable emotions or to entertain you!” She protested incredulously. He couldn’t help but chuckle at her heated reaction. His hands reached for hers. “I’ll treat you like a princessa. I promise.” He said dreamily with passion. There was something about him speaking his foreign language that made the blood rush to her face. “Out. You are no longer my patient!” She exclaimed as she stormed out of his room. Her face crimson. “The nerve on that one!” She shook her head distraught. Inside Cassian grinned at Kaytoo his hope didn’t falter “She’ll say yes soon. I know it.” “The percentage has now decreased to 7.63%” the other retorted sounding almost annoyed. … The following day Lya was relieved to attend work. There were still many pilots, soldiers and other medics that needed of her care, and today- Captain Cassian Andor would not be in the medical ward to distract her. She sighed content as she sipped some tea reaching her patient’s new room. She looked at the chart of the individual. Jeron A. it read. He was a human suffering from some cardiac problem… She thought it was odd that no last name had been written and still stepped into the private curtained room. “Good day Captain Jeron, I’m Dr.-” She was caught mid-sentence when she saw the Captain sitting in her consulting room. “You!” She exclaimed almost tossing the clipboard over her head. Her brows knitted, she put the clipboard aside. He opened his mouth to speak, but she beat him to the punch. “Identity theft is not a joke!” She began sounding frustrated. “Some real soldiers are injured in this ward. I can’t afford to waste my time with you,” she explained angrily. The serene expression on his face did not falter. He had come prepared. He had trimmed and shaped his beard, and his hair had also been shortened and combed over nicely with his fingers. He wore his best clothes. “Why Doctor!” He said dramatically in a mocking tone. She wasn’t having it today. “I am not here under any pretenses. My second name is Jeron.” He explained. It had also been his father’s name once… She cut to the chase and approached him. “Alright.” She grumbled walking towards him. “Alright. So, what hurts?” She asked as she pulled out her stethoscope. “My heart,” he added in a sappy tone covering his 'aching’ chest with both of his hands. She looked at him dead in the eyes one more time. He had to be joking. She felt as if she was the one that was going to be sick. That was probably the worst line she had ever heard. She felt her eyes roll back all the way to the back that he swore she saw the frontal lobe of her brain. Without another word she merely stepped out of the room. The same thing happened the following day. And the following. And the following- The man had so many aliases she was concerned he was never going to run out. Today she was supposed to be checking in with another male, who also had heart problems. She was on her way when she stumbled upon that massive droid that always seemed to accompany Cassian. “Good day Dr. Stryker,” he greeted politely. “Yes?” She didn’t stop walking. “Pardon my intrusion, but over the passing of the last couple of days Captain Cassian has become quite irritating, 85% of his conversation topics revolve around you-” “Goodbye!” She called over her shoulder at the mention of the said Captain. She could begin to feel her anger begin to boil in her insides as she approached the consulting door. She already knew what- or who was hiding behind it under pretenses. “Alright!” She rushed into the room not bothering to knock on the door. “Listen- I’m only going to say it once, and I will not be repeating myself. I am sick and tired of you coming in here under pretenses. People are dying!” She growled out angrily slamming the door behind her. It was then that she noticed that there was a red Mon Calamari male sitting inside instead. He looked mildly horrified at her uncharacteristic outbursts. “I am so sorry!” she gasped and apologized to appease the shocked man. After checking on him, she stepped out of the room consumed by the embarrassment. She leaned against the wall and buried her red face in her flat palms. If she saw that man again oh- Bringing her hands down she saw a pair of familiar boots peeking through the gaps between her fingers. Oh no… She slowly brought her head up and saw a formal bouquet of flowers before her. They were bigger and way more gorgeous than the last. These had not been hand-picked. Flower giving was a tradition foreign to her, and she assumed it might have meant something from whatever hole it was he had crawled out of. “Alright…” she said dropping her hands down in defeat.   She took in a deep breath ready to tell him and tell him to go screw himself. However- despite the thousands of “no"s she had said to him he somehow remained hopeful. Despite his rugged looks and persistent intensity, he was charming in his own way. "Fine,” she rubbed her temples.  What was one date anyways? “Fine. Fine.” she continued repeating. The smile on his face simply grew to be wider. She was not pleased. Despite this, she looked away with a visible pout. She presumed that Captain Andor was a handsome man. He was highly esteemed around the base. The issue was that she simply did not have any spare time to “date” during the rebellion. He should know best. “Pick me up after work at the end of the week, and I will go out with you. If you are a moment late, you can forget about it.” He handed her the bouquet giddily.

It was official.

It was a date.

Let me know what you think! I always appreciate feedback <3

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[stormxpadme]

Tell me your OC’s names and faceclaims

Because I’m a curious motherfucker and I love creating, naming and using original characters in my own stories, picturing them in my head, I’d love to find out what other writers call their babies (bonus if you add the name origin and possible meanings in native/made up languages). Faceclaims only if they got one, of course. Fanfiction or roleplays, don’t care, just bring on those names and the fandoms they’re in.

Tagging @spectralarchers, @derschwarzeprinz, @tod-von-mii, @estelanel and @lestarrynightandmoonlight, but all fellow writers are welcome to join!

Personally, I’ve created way more OCs in 20 years of writing than I care to count, so this is really just a rough selection ...

Star Wars:

- Miriel Cuina-Ninim (human Jedi OC)

Origin: My co-author was a huge Lord of the Rings-fan back then, so she wanted an Elvish name. And Miriel was from a rich, politically important family before the Jedi snatched her, so she needed a compound name, obviously.

Faceclaim: Scarlett Johansson

- Mina’i (human daughter of Jedi OC)

Origin: Same but with an apostrophe because we thought it looks more mysterious.

Faceclaim: young Olivia Merg

- Ny’cax (human son of Jedi OC)

Origin: I really like the German name Niklas.

- Alan Gambreyt (mostly human looking friend of protagonists)

Origin: I kinda really liked the mutant Gambit from X-Men back then, what can I say. And ever since falling in love with Jurassic Park, I’d always wanted to name a character Alan, so ...

Faceclaim: Orlando Bloom

- Sytain (human Sith villain)

Origin: Never seen an episode of Heroes in my life but that one villain’s name sounded really cool.

- Vibra (human OC singer)

Origin: I guess I just rediscovered BraveStarr and realized that is a fucking cool name for a singer. Also, her nickname is Vi, obviously, because Coyote Ugly is the best singer-songwriter movie ever, don’t @me.

Faceclaim: Rachelle Lefevre

- Zoon T’Reign (Nautolan Jedi Master)

Origin: Wanted something that had something to do with sun, mighty lord or something... He died in the first story, I kinda really didn’t want to overthink it. But of course he needed an apostrophe because he is important. Like, he would become a mighty Jedi ghost and pestering his Padawan in every story of the series henceforth.

- Jenna Mel-Vergeir (Nautolan lover of Nautolan Jedi Master)

Origin: I really was into that compound names back then... Also I’d just seen the Hannibal movie and discovered my love for Mel C’s solo music, so there’s that.

- Rhoa (mostly human looking Sith villain)

Origin: I just wanted to point out that I created a broody, black haired, immature Sith villain with a four letter name starting with an R, long before they even THOUGHT of a new Star Wars trilogy.

Faceclaim: Keanu Reeves

- Ricoch (mostly human looking Jedi Master, father of Sith villain)

Origin: Told you, I loved Gambit, so I searched for a name similar to that. Also Titanium is a dope song.

Faceclaim: Ricardo Montalban

- Celen Morgate III (mostly human looking Jedi padawan)

Origin: Never saw an Underworld movie in my life, but wasn’t that a really cool hero name? Since that was when I finally got into Lord of the Rings myself, Celen also made a point of the first letter of her first name being pronounced  the Elvish way ... Also she was the daughter of the queen of Risa (don’t ASK, yes, it’s basically the same only in the Star Wars-verse), so obviously she would be the third of her name. No, no idea what happened to I and II.

Faceclaim: Christina Ricci

- Uz (alien villain)

Origin: My high school physics teacher looked like Mr. Burns had come to life and was named Uz. It was a girls only school. No girl ever received an A from him because he openly stated girls were too stupid for physics. Did I mention, that alien race looked like cockroaches?

- Nihl Jeron (Ishi Tib Jedi Master)

Origin: I guess he was the mental love child of Neelix and German soccer player Jérôme Boateng ... I don‘t even LIKE soccer, what the fuck.

- T’Par (alien Jedi Master, species of Recans)

Origin: Looking back that was the the time when for a few years I was really oversatured with Star Trek but apparently my subconsciousness still insisted on creating a Vulcan like alien species with a name similar to one in one of the few Star Trek series I refused to watch...

- Matado Lin (human Jedi Master)

Origin: Fierce, slightly suicidal warrior and an asshole. Yeah, Matador seemed to be a fitting choice.

- Logan (human Jedi Padawan, lover of protagonist)

Origin: Eh, that was the time when I got into X-Men too ...

***

Lord of the Rings:

- Tarisilya (Elf OC, Legolas’ wife)

Origin: I wanted to spin a story around a Child of the Moon (Hij de la luna is a really beautiful song, by the way). Meaning in Sindarin: “Moon ruler”

Faceclaim: Sophie Marceau

- Tegiend (twin brother of Elf OC)

Meaning in Sindarin: “Strong hand”; Yeah, he kinda got the short stick here. At least he didn’t have to marry into Thranduil’s family like his sister.

- Sednara (Glorfindel’s wife)

Origin: I REALLY was into the The Ring-movies back then, okay?

Faceclaim: Melanie C

- Thondrar (Glorfindel’s son)

Origin: Trying to leave his heritage behind.

Meaning in Sindarin: “Roots in the past”

Faceclaim: Travis Fimmel

Inora (human, love affair of Éomer)

Origin: We all had our Firefly phase, right? RIGHT?

***

Masters of the Universe/Princess of Power:

- Sharp (palace doctor)

Origin: Come on, have you SEEN the other He-Man- and She-Ra names?

Faceclaim: Jesse Spencer

- Fraps (love affair of Frosta)

Origin: Dunno, guess I really wanted some Starbucks that day? At least it‘s not Fisto ...

*** X-Men:

- Katja Ninaus/Flashwind (lover/wife of Scott Summers)

Origin: I really wanted a German OC for once, so all the way we went. Of COURSE her nickname is Cat, what do you think? I was really into Things I hate about you the time I started that series. Also, she’s a weather mutant.

Faceclaim: Angelina Jolie

- Saskia Summers/Hurricane (daughter of Scott Summers)

Origin: Well, can’t have a German mother and no German named daughter. Also I really wanted her nickname to be sassy. I’ll see myself out. Weather mutant too, obviously.

Faceclaim: Summer Glau

- Noemi Grey/Firewing (daughter of Jean Grey and Wolverine)

Origin: Since in that series both Ororo and Katja were Jean’s closest friends, she decided for a German name with African roots as a tribute. And she has her mother’s fire powers and is a carrier of Phoenix like her.

Faceclaim: Erica Leerhsen

*** Real Life Person:

- Clarice Rain (daughter of Celeb and OC)

Origin: They just both really like horror movies, okay?

[sith-as-heck]

Fic title: Found in the Mist

This would perfectly work for Jeron and Mari's first meeting on Dathomir, its almost too perfect!

[hvalross-artinactive]

So this is pretty much all of my Magi OCs. I think it might be missing one or two at this point. But this is still pretty much all of them. I did these a long time ago, in the chibi style that I made very similar to the style used in official Magi art. I might actually work on redoing these at some point. 

I think the only OC im missing at this point is Bo… But his design isn’t official yet. 

Only 4 are paired with canon characters. The rest are with other OCs or no one at all lol

Top Row:  Kaoru, Kenmei, Zijing, Junkyo

Second Row: Mihri, Marisia, Gwendi, Isira

Third Row:  Zhen Yi, Kendai, Junjie, Keneiji

Fourth Row:  Jeron, Ra'ihuaha, Jun, Dyvar, Kalian

[sith-as-heck]

My sun.

Cassian watches Azena and Jeron.

Tagging: @darth-caillic & the biggest Casszena shipper @sterling-writes

It was odd how home and comfort can be found in unlikely places, Cassian thought as his eyes fluttered open, how did an old storage room on an old military base become such a home?

It was partly due to Azena, when she was pregnant she spent her time making their room a more suitable place for the baby, Nesting, Maxa had called it with a laugh, The primal urge to make a warm cozy place for your off-spring, woven into the DNA, a left over from when humans were more animalistic. 

And so the bright fluorescents had been replaced with softer yellow bulbs, the walls painted a soft mauve rather than steel and rugs added to the floor.

The mattresses, while still on the floor had a soft wool blanket and many pillows, it was comfortable.

Cassian missed it when he was away, he had only returned the afternoon before, he was exhausted and his muscles ached, but he felt better when he saw Azena.

She was standing in her nightgown, powder blue cotton that reached the floor, and had added a pair of boots and one of his jackets to it, her hair was a loose braid, that the night before had been tight but sleep had allowed a few strands of hair to escape.

She was going through his bag, sorting out his dirty clothes and equipment, humming to herself, unaware that she was the most beautiful in the galaxy.

Jeron was sitting on the floor at her feet, he had recently discovered that he could crawl around and sit on his own, he had a carved wooden dog in his hands and was sucking on the head, a smile on his chubby face, his cheeks flushed pink.

His bright eyes, the same shade and shape of his Mothers, met Cassian’s with an alertness that it seemed only a child could have.

They saw more things than adults, and were less preoccupied with their own thoughts.

Cassian stuck out his tongue, Jeron giggled.

His laugh was like a warm mug of caf on a snowy evening, it spread warmth through Cassian’s chest and hugged his heart.

Everyone who knew Cassian Andor knew about his son, he would sing his praises all day and all night, he was the sun in which Cassian’s life orbited.

He never thought he’d love anyone or anything more than Azena until he held Jeron in his arms for the first time.

He knew then that he’d do anything for his boy, his sun.

[sith-as-heck]

Jyn and Azena get on btw, like if Jyn had lived, she would’ve been a cool Aunt to Jeron who is always around.

[sith-as-heck]

Jeron naming his children Maarva, Kassa and Clem.

[sith-as-heck]

WIP Wednesday!

@wokenhardies @darth-caillic @sterling-writes

This weeks snippet is a two for one because I have two WIPS running:

The first is from Heart of a rebel

Space, the void was staring her in the face with a thousand unblinking eyes and it still scared her less than the conversation behind her.

The Imperial Pilots uniform was rough, it was slightly too small but given the circumstance, it would do.

Skye looked the part in her stolen ISB uniform, the cap fit perfectly on top of her hair, as if made for her, Cassian and Lokki looked perfectly sterile in the white stormtrooper armor. 

It was like looking into a mirror into some sort of nightmare, a world where everything was evil.

The prison shuttle appeared on the radar, it pinged. 

Skye straightened up, the mask of her disguise falling into place.

“Right gentlemen..” she nodded towards Azena “Madam..This is where the fun begins.”

“You and I have different versions of fun.” Lokki quipped, putting his helmet on “This helmet is horrible.”

“They call them bucket heads for a reason.” Cassian responded, following suit. 

“Enough, focus.” 

Skye turned to Azena again

“Make contact.”

“Yes Ma’am..”

The second is from my Jeron fic, Absent which is more of a original work set in the star wars universe do idk if I could call it fanficiton

“Jeron..” She greeted with a small smile “It's good to see you.”

“And you..” He smiled “How…How are you?”

“I’m good..I work with the Governor now, as his aide.”

Jeron wasn’t surprised, it was always her goal to go into politics, she was more like his Mother than he was.

“Congratulations..”

[sith-as-heck]

I posted 3,580 times in 2022

That's 2,002 more posts than 2021!

388 posts created (11%)

3,192 posts reblogged (89%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@canichangemyblogname

@gffa

@justalittletomato

@flythesail

@hannah-schooler

I tagged 885 of my posts in 2022

#star wars oc - 122 posts

#oc: zeerleah phys - 70 posts

#andor spoilers - 69 posts

#oc: azena zok - 68 posts

#kenobi spoilers - 50 posts

#oc: lokki riss - 37 posts

#star wars fanfiction - 34 posts

#oc: skye riss - 21 posts

#oc: jeron andor - 19 posts

#oc: syn'da riss - 19 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#as someone who spent like five hours in jail on sunday can confirm that the only way to not scream like a howler monkey is to dissacate like

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

A soft moment.

A glimpse into Maul and Lyn’Ri’s home life with the Twins.

Anyone visiting the home of the Crimson Dawn would relay the information that it is a place of horrors on the planet of Dathomir, That the ghosts of the long dead witches still haunt the desolate wastes. They would say that Maul, the syndicate's leader, who remains hidden in shadows half of the time, was a man to be scared of, a beast whose very presence makes your blood turn to ice. They would tell his bodyguard, an unassuming pink Twi’lek, that you shouldn’t blink in her presence in case she takes the second of lost sight to slit your throat.

In the living quarters, Lyn’Ri and Maul were completely different, Only those extremely close to them knew that the building held a treasure more important to them than stolen credits and gifted gems.

Tempest and Rogue, were small, They barely reached Maul’s durasteel shin, yet to him, they were the universe. 

There was Tempest, with her crimson skin and bright pink eyes with tufts of pink hair and Rogue, with strands of jet black hair, dark red eyes and pink skin.

They were the perfect mixture of their parents.

Currently, Maul was sitting on the floor, crossed legged and amusing the girls by using the Force to lift their wooden blocks into the air. 

Tempest giggles and reaches for the one closest to her, Maul smiles and moves it away from her chubby fingers, causing her eyebrows to knit together in annoyance.

“If you want something, little one, you must get it yourself.” 

“I don’t think a two year old needs to be taught the harsh truth of life just yet.” Lyn’Ri walks over and picks the block out of the air, handing it to Tempest, who grins and sticks it in her mouth to chew on. 

Rogue gets to her feet and grabs one of the floating blocks.

“Rogue understands what I meant.” Maul gestures to her “Perhaps Tempest has inherited your softness.”

Lyn’Ri laughs, only Maul would call her soft. 

“She can afford such a weakness.” Lyn’Ri ruffles Tempest's hair “She has us to protect her.”

Maul makes a noise of agreement, He would die to protect his little ones, no one will ever hurt them for as long as his hearts beat.

13 notes - Posted February 15, 2022

#4

its in my blog description but in case you didn’t see:

If you ship: 

Clonsest, Obikin, Rexsoka or Reylo (not to mention the people who ship Obi and Leia but I’m certain those are trolls because no ones that brain dead) UNFOLLOW ME.

Also if you fetishise:

The clones

Slaves 

I hope someone takes a baseball bat to your knee caps.

16 notes - Posted September 30, 2022

#3

I have so many thoughts about Anakin Skywalker and no doubt could write for pages upon pages about the tragedy of his character but when I see him all I can think is

‘Ooo pretty boy’

20 notes - Posted May 11, 2022

#2

WIP Meme!

@wokenhardies tagged me on my main for this, so here we go <3

Rules: write the last sentence of your WIP.

‘He grins and she chuckles, How amazing how one person can make her feel so much better.’

 Tagging: @starcrossedjedis  and Anyone who see’s this can tag me in their own &lt;3

62 notes - Posted May 30, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

The animators of TCW and its spin offs really said here’s a almost realistic Liam Neeson but we refuse to unwhitewash our clones

70 notes - Posted October 28, 2022

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[kilshade]

10 pens!

ten pens, ten OCs to gush over/tell about. yeah this took a while.

Xeshya

She’s mysterious, refusing to tell me her clan but allows me to assume it might be a clan that isn’t a horde ally. Vicious as hell in battle, spreading fire and shadow all over. Seriously, if she didn’t start it, leave her alone, it won’t end well.

Nisei

I don’t understand how enemies don’t hear her giggling as she sneaks through stealthed, digging through their pockets. The girl is a crow, and her bank is stuffed with shiny things she’s stolen from enemies. 

Tahiti

He’s so dang simple! Give him his snakes, a hearty meal by the campfire and he’s a happy guy.

Jeron

This guy is a teddy bear. (Literally sometimes) Kul Tiran druid who absolutely adores gnomes. (don’t make it creepy) He’s big enough to carry 12 of them, and has already adopted one as his little sister.

Tisejis (the fox)

He’s too freaking adorable for words. Spent all of his life in Vol’dun, and traveling Azeroth is both a frightening and fabulous thing. He enjoys riding on tall people’s shoulders so he doesn’t get stepped on.

Mizkit

She’s lost. After the wall fell, she’s not entirely sure what her place in the world is. Muscle/Claws for hire? Soldier for the Alliance? Setting down the shield and picking up twin axes has made the world a bit more fun, but still, what’s the point?

Oshkuy

I adore having her in my head. She has a “mama bear” feel to her, even if she’s not that old. Happy and protective no matter what role she’s serving. It’s soothing.

Calvy

Every now and then, characters just disappear on me. Calvy was one of those. While her being in Azeroth right now is totally AU, she’s back and no longer the scaredy Paladin she used to be. My girl grew up! (Refusing to tank instances is my hang up, not hers)

Duraa (SWTOR)

I know his life, I know how and when he’s going to die. Does that stop him from asking me when I’m going to give him his own WoW character to “possess?” Not at all. If you see me playing a purple skinned elf or troll named Duraa, chances are my oc has his own oc. Does that make it an AU?

Aluvithir

I noticed he’s not on my character list, nor does he have many posts. Shame on me. He’s over 5k years old (though sometimes he puts himself at over 10k) and has tried and learned everything possible. Still, he manages to not be bored of it all. Every day is a new adventure; something new to learn, experience, appreciate.

Thanks for the ask! 💙💙💙💙💙