#siane oc

[ensiriustea]

2021 art

I HC that his arms are like this in his Demon form, it's scaly and cool to the touch but it's not wet like his tail...

[lutethebodies]

Incoming: Tumblr Tav Tuesdays

Ok, preview of coming LTB attractions, thanks to helpful feedback and tips from some kind folks to this post. What I'm gonna do is post somewhat substantial entries for each of my eight Tavs that have made the most progress in the game.

They'll happen for the next eight Tuesdays (because Tav Tuesday of course) beginnning April 23. I previously did this on a fun Discord that I'm part of but Discord stuff tends to scroll away and get lost, so maybe this will be a better venue for it.

Content will be a combo of 5e/BG3 backstory (in-game and out), builds/gear (because crunch is fun), BG3 playthrough highlights (romances, unique events, etc.), and selected screenshot dumps (ideally beyond "standard stoic Tav" poses). The cast will star:

4/23: Cannor Coth, the Lost Singer (human swords bard). You've heard of heroic anti-heroes, but anti-bard bards? This guy is that guy, a little bit of everything without being Too Much.

4/30: Zafraia Zital, the Banished Bandit (human thief rogue). A cynical con artist who's seen everything and found it sorely lacking. No Guildie is good enough, no Zhent is safe.

5/7: Drem Sion, the Relentless Defender (human shadow monk). Bare-knuckle brawler with a heart of gold, this one—but since things are never that simple, neither is he.

5/14: Olinitza Cuel, the Silent Sentinel (half-drow gloom stalker ranger). A righteous rebel out to afflict the powerfully corrupt, avenge the downtrodden, and clear her name in the process.

5/21: Farago Heli, the Elven Exile (wood elf hunter ranger). Strong silent types have nothing on this ex-soldier, who's pining for a place to settle down once this adventuring stuff is all over.

5/28: Qiranna Jasti, the Raven's Right Hand (seldarine drow archfey warlock). The merely curious and ambitious have nothing on this moxie-fuelled mage. She wants the world and wants it now.

6/4: Ruy Acavés, the Realm's Reckoner (human knowledge cleric). What's a nice nerd like him doing in a nightmare like this? Why, collecting all the maps, arcana, and lore he possibly can, of course.

6/11: Sianed Arie, the Silver Stargazer (wood half-elf land druid). A shrewd sage who'd rather scan the night sky than shapeshift or strive for balance, she's at home in both wild frontiers and urban jungles.

There may be a few more after that, but these folks are my Elite Eight who've seen the most playing time, so they come first. Stay tuned!

[anfeycare]

i never mentioned them here, but i'm thinking of my Dorian Gray character again

Sian L. Hare

(read Sian as "Zian" — just like the "-sian" in "dionysian")

yes, that's their name

yes, they go by they/them/theirs/themself and neutral words only

i'm feeling such an anxiety to draw them again, but i gotta finish other stuff first and i have so many ideas on my queue khsvckkjs agh-

i miss them 😅

[un-named-dumbfuckers]

Passing the padawan trials

22BBY

"I DID IT, I DID IT, I DID IT" running down the large hallway almost tripping on my own feet a few times before reaching Barriss at the other end. Barriss had passed the padawan trials a few days prior along with her friend Ahsoka. She has gotten paired with the lovely master Luminara and Ahsoka's master Skywalker. I'm a smidge jealous of Ahsoka, to be honest, she got assigned to the chosen one but then again not sure I'd ever learn anything staring at that gorgeous face of his.

"i passed!" huffing and puffing from my sprint down the hall

"i heard, congratulations, d'you get assigned yet?"

"no not yet but I'm so excited to meet them, i hope they're as nice as Master Luminra." i caught my breath a tad more "how was your first day with her? i haven't seen you in weeks so i must know"

a little smile creeps into her cheeks "she was a little intimidating at first but after she took me to Mirial to get my new tattoos, what d'ya think by the way?" gesturing to the diamonds on her cheeks that where not there last week. "she is far more caring than i thought she'd be."

"awe BareBare, that's so sweet, i hope my master is as nice as Master Luminara."

linking our arms and making our way to the dining room gabbing away about nothing and everything all at once. continuing as such once we've grabbed our lunch of blue cup noodles and meat sticks. Unfortunately, our catch-up session ended prematurely with Master Luminara who came to collect Barriss along with her clone commander. Commander Gree at her side or as I call him commander Answer, thought that was pretty funny when I said it. He said they were in a bit of a rush and gave Bare the option to take her lunch with her which she declined and offered her meat stick to me before heading off.

~ the following morning

Waking up at my usual 6am for a little solo meditation in my room has become routine, i don't like meditating i a group it feels weird. master Yoda said i did not have to go to morning meditation anymore because i passed the trials which is a relief.

"Padawan Esad!?"

my eyes shoot open at the intrusion so early in the morning, I'm still in my P.J' I'm not ready for visitors yet. noticing it is a master in my doorway i scramble to stand up and greet her.

"good morning master, may i help you?"

"you may get dressed and come with me young one, we have much to discuss and people for you to meet." turning around and walking away from my door she leaves me to ponder what the ever-loving kriff that is supposed to mean. i feel horrible that i don't know her name i should at least remember her face but i don't. once dressed i exit my quarters to see the tall woman waiting arms crossed at her chest waiting for me. following the Deveronion through the temple halls out onto a landing pad where a medium-sized ship had several clones, i assume her battalion, standing at attention. i wonder why i am meeting her men? the biggest of them all approaches as we do.

"Commmander Beef-Cake at your service young lady."

"Nice to meet you Commander... may i ask, why am i meeting you all?"

"Oh dear, that's my fault sorry. introductions; Makilesh Esad, my name is Sian Jeisel and i will be your teacher from now on. hope thats alright with-" i cut her off with my excitement

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" jumping into her arms smiling ear to ear.

I've got my new Master, i can't wait to tell Barriss.

[yuripira4e]

Reading through some of my older and current story ideas and seeing what tropes I apparently really like

- royalty/ high class x normal person

- amnesia/ missing memory

- dislike based on personal bias to friends to lovers

- second chance romance/ second chance at love relationship for the older character or they date their old childhood friend or both

- New character joins an already established crew/ family that’s dysfunctional at best but still love each other

- main character with vastly different inner and outer dialogues

-major-minor character death (an important almost major character with their own pov and everything but not like one of the big 2-4)

- parents aren’t dead but they suck

- somebody’s affecting the mcs body through magic to help themselves

[dollfat]

scelatus fel showed up the first night after freeing aylin as expected. sorrel passed the saves to protect shadowheart flawlessly on first try. 1 sleep to talk to aylin and then one more for shadow to change her hair. im bout to leave for act 3 and im so scared im gonna miss an act 2 romance scene, but maybe its triggered by leaving the shadowlands? it would make sense her romance is differently paced than the others. i know we're dating now because we have the kiss and break up options

[justmoreocs-writing]

Siân Cavendish is the older twin sister of Scot and doesn’t really get along with people. She works part-time in the ice cream shop only so she can spend more time with her brother. Siân loves ice skating; she’s a figure skater by training and loves that skating in itself is a bigger thing in her new home than it ever was in England. Siân gets irritated easily by the hockey players, but cannot deny that their skating is incredible.

She kind of gets dragged into the whole magical world of the Locke’s because of her brother - and kind of because she’s beginning to realise Tyler Locke isn’t a terrible person. She’s very protective of her brother.

Honestly, I’m probably going to come up with another OC at some point to be a romantic interest for Scot, but we shall see.

[supersaiyanjedi14]

For Jedi June, I give you the Old Jedi Order, naturally as a companion to my NJO collection.

Characters under the cut.

Row 1: Yoda, Mace Windu, Ki-Adi-Mundi, Plo Koon, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Saesee Tiin, Shaak Ti, Kit Fisto, Agen Kolar, Depa Billaba, Stass Allie, Anakin Skywalker

Row 2: Oppo Rancissis, Eeth Koth, Adi Gallia, Even Piell, Yarael Poof, Yaddle, Coleman Kcaj, Coleman Trebor, Micah Gillet, Tyvokka, Syfo-Dias, Jocasta Nu

Row 3: Qui-Gon Jinn, Tholme, An'ya Kuro aka The Dark Woman, T'ra Saa, Tera Sinube, Cin Drallig, Anoon Bondara, Ima-Gun-Di, Tsui Choi, Pablo-Jill, Eno Cordova, Sharad Hett, Cere Junda, Feemor

Row 4: Rahm Kota, Hala, Arligan Zey, Ronhar Kim, Voolvif Monn, Foul Moudama, Roron Corobb, Tiplar, Tiplee, "Bob", Jaro Tapal, B'ink Utrila, Baylan Skoll, Jerec

Row 5: Quinlan Vos, Siri Tachi, Luminara Undili, Bant Eerin, K'kruhk, Nejaa Halcyon, Qu Rahn, Kento Marek, Mallie Marek, Kelleran Beq, Ferroda, Roth-Del Masona, Lissarkh, Jazer R'inoka (OC)

Row 6: Aayla Secura, A'sharad Hett, Ferus Olin, Jax Pavan, Bultar Swan, Sian Jeisel, Lorana Jinzler, Tarr Seirr, Ameesa Darys, Falon Grey, Rissa Mano, Serra Keto, Nahdar Vebb, Bardan Jusik

Row 7: Ahsoka Tano, Barriss Offee, Etain Tur-Mukan, Trilla Sundri, Zule Xiss, Tallisibeth Enwandung-Esterhazy "Scout", Whie Malreaux, Cal Kestis, Caleb Dume, Ephalline "F" Kinema, Sha'a Gi, Kalifa, Jinx, O-mer

credit for my pixels here.

@jedijunejune

[raycatzdraws]

Happy New Year! Here's to strengthening friendships, learning new skills, and summer camp!

The December art is @theelvishfiddler's robot oc! Thanks for letting me model them, Sian!

2022 | 2021 | 2020 | 2019 | 2018 | 2017 | 2016 | 2015 | 2014 | 2013

[ensiriustea]

2022 art

bnuuy redraw sketch hehe

[lutethebodies]

LTB Tav Tuesdays: Sianed Arie, the Silver Stargazer

My eighth Tav is yet another imported 5e/tabletop character, but I think she might be the one who got the most out of the move to BG3. Maybe not mechanically—my swords bard who can use a shield will always be a top major menace—but Sianed definitely got a boost developmentally. Her first incarnation was a plot-driving NPC in my own homebrew 5e campaign, circa fall 2021, as a runaway Land Druid escaping a destructive Moon-Druid lycanthropic cult. Sianed did my players the major favor of directing them to the cult's lair, and all they had to do was distract the wood elves (enemies of the cult) who were tracking her.

When it came time to play Sianed, in one of my brother's more unique homebrew settings (off the main world, on a moon ruled by dragons, where shapeshifting wasn't a thing), she morphed into a Circle of Stars build that was quite powerful. I'd never played a Druid before, but I'd played Clerics and Rangers, so Sianed became basically a Ranger-Priest who never used Wild Shape but had some gnarly radiation damage at her command. So I learned to play a Druid without using their main feature; Wild Shape was so convoluted in early 5e (and it shows signs of only being slightly less so in 6e) that I honestly don't miss it.

Back in my own campaign, Sianed got fleshed-out a bit more away from gameplay, and may or may not be the person my beloved bard Cannor ultimately falls for. Longtime readers of this blog know that in BG3, my bard's romance is with Minthara, because I never shut up about her. However, I don't want to bring Faerunian characters into my own campaign, and creating a sort of Minthara-lite NPC won't work either. Thankfully, Cannor is stuck in a place where there's already an ambitious (half-wood-) elven daughter of (lesser, local) nobles who happens to be a cult survivor, and her name is Sianed. Her homebrew quickie-bio expands on that a bit:

"The daughter of two half-elven Nevelese diplomats based further north in Seven Harbors, Sianed was a gifted but wayward child packed off at twelve to the backwater Loreborne Society in tiny Greenwharf. A keen student of arcane astronomy who chafed at the society's onerous chores and vows of chastity, Sianed led thrill-seeking escapes with friends, which eventually backfired when she got entangled with the Crownwood's Silver Druid cult."

"Seduced by their interpretation of nature's power, she remained in that cult for a decade, finding frenzied meaning during their wild hunting rituals, and grafting that maenadic mysticism onto her unfinished magical schooling. When the cult's leadership became too abusive and hell-bent on vengeful conquest, Sianed realized it was time to get out—which she did when passing adventurers infiltrated and destroyed the cult—vanishing into the vast Crownwood and escaped to Seven Harbors."

"Bitter and prideful, she avoided the Society and her family, instead living in the nearby countryside as a seer and "stargazer," nurturing her own relationship with the universe and eager to get lost in an untamed wilderness beneath the vast night sky. As a student and cultist, Sianed had been awkward and resentful, but living in nature soothed her soul. She believes the universe's rhythms and routines reveal themselves in the stars for anyone who can see. She's suspicious of solicitousness, but isn't adverse to the old siren's song of friendly belonging."

"With her head in the stars but feet in the mud, Sianed seeks self-improvement with no limits, treasuring any wisdom she finds—the more ancient the better. Wary of lycanthropy, she avoids shapeshifting, preferring the crackle of radiant energy throughout her being. Her thick black hair is choppy and floppy, and her wandering green-glazed eyes hide a lifetime's hard-earned wisdom. She dresses humbly, with grubby gray clothes beneath lean, bone-studded leather hides."

In BG3, I play Sianed as a Land Druid, but more like a ranger with better spellcasting, since she avoids shapeshifting (and prefers solitude to Halsin's/Kagha's Grove community). She wields scimitars and those wood-tangled shields, and I got her out of the ugly starter Druid Leather and into Hide Armor as fast as I could. She thrives with Dex-boosting gear like the Sharpened Snare Cuirass, Gloves of Dexterity, and Cloak/Ring of Protection, and became a major threat with the Land Circle's well-rounded spellcasting (Lightning damage is rad, folks).

RP-wise, Sianed's lonerism got her tadpoled pretty quickly. She was the second Tav who saw an altered appearance as the game progressed, growing out her pixie cut and reapplying face-paint and piercings as shit got weirder and more dangerous. She had no beef with the Grove or the Shadow Druids, but for her post-Patch 5 playthrough I recruited both Halsin and Minthara just to see what that was like (and it was weird). Sianed is currently camped in Rivington with a retinue of beautiful but bewildered companions; she was so romantically confused that she became easy prey for Minthara.

I might go back and replay Sianed with a definite romance direction, but then again I might not; kissing one's own worst impulses does seem compelling, so I might just replay her to better explore Wild Shape (and the better-looking Druid armors of Act 3). Aside from all that, there's a brainrot reason too: she does wear my favorite NPC face, and she might just be the only one of my Tavs I'm attracted to. I mean, I could stare at this face (with any of these haircuts) for a looooong time.

Update 10/4/24: Adding a headshot of Sianed wearing Minthara's messy bun, because she looks damn good in it.

[writingsofestella]

vespera - ch. 0

Apostate!Din Djarin x Ex!Jedi!OC -(no use of Y/N Canon Divergent - some plot changed for sake of story, the razor crest lives )

tws // general canon violence, usage of blasters and weapons, mentions of death, minors DNI 18+ only, angst, mature content, more tags to be added later on

a/n: first chapter of the new story. posting this into the void and hoping someone likes it to read it. this story has been spiralling around in my brain for weeks now and i wanted to share it and get it out there. let me know what you all think, and i hope you like it.

wc: 2637

It was nice to see people celebrating. With all of the chaos in the galaxy, it was good to see celebrations of happiness, now and then. Children laughing and chasing each other, adults holding one another tightly, neighbors helping neighbors, excitedly talking and cheering.

The great stone water fountain in the middle of the small village hadn't been running for years. The marshal had seemingly had the only working fountain in the entire town in his home. Of course, he was a businessman first, and couldn't help but use that to his gain. Man had to make credits somehow, he claimed.

How ironic it was that after an anonymous tip, the people investigated the water lines that ran through the town, through the buildings, only to find that the pipes had been turned off and rerouted. The marshal, who had claimed to have his people's best interests at heart, had pled innocence.

It was also ironic how, overnight, he ghosted the town. By morning light, the great fountain in the center was bursting forth with fresh water from the underground spring. Other smaller fountains in the town were filled with water once again, restoring life to the dying town.

If someone were to be paying attention, they'd think it strange that all this seemingly happened within the few weeks after the stranger had arrived to their little town.

The hooded stranger paid them all no mind, as she stood in the shadow of an alleyway. She leaned against the cool stone wall, taking comfort in it.

The heat that bore down on the planet Utov from its' two suns was almost unbearable for her to handle, which might have been another reason the town's fountains were now back in order.

Maybe she just hated seeing old men in power.

It was all just coincidental, of course.

One of the townsfolk, a young mother with a kid on her hip, excitedly came up to her. She had a wide smile on her face, relief and joy evident on her once worn and tired features. "Fyra, isn't it amazing? We won't have to worry about water anymore!" 

Fyra smiled from under her scarf. "It is. What does the little one think?" She asked, looking from the mother to the child. 

"Oh, he's got all sorts of ideas in his head about who did it." The mother, who was named Siane, teased, lightly. 

The kid, a young boy no older than six, looked at Fyra with wide eyes and a toothy smile. "You did it, didn't you?" He loudly whispered. "They said it was a shadow in the night, that no one really saw who it was!" 

"Hush now! We don't want to be bothering our traveler with that." Siane lightly chastised, teasingly pinching the boy's ear.

He let out a whine in protest, squirming.

Fyra simply gave a tilt of her head, amused. "What a shadow that must've been then." She responded lightly, holding her fingers out and wiggling them playfully. 

The boy giggled, and reached his own little hand out for her to take. She squeezed his hand playfully, before letting it go. Fyra didn't miss the inquisitive look she received, however, from Siane.

"These kids and their imaginations." She sighed out, shaking her head, but there was a happy smile on her face. "We're going to Danthi's later to celebrate. Are you coming?" Siane asked, tilting her head slightly.

"I don't know. I might, might not." Fyra said, undecided yet. "You know I'm not one for large celebrations." She said.

Siane let out a snort, shaking her head. "Yeah, I can tell. You're over here sulking in the corner instead of coming out and celebrating with us."

"I'm not sulking, I'm in the shade." Fyra retorted, shaking her head.

Siane let out an exasperated sigh, and then shook her head. "Alright, alright. Well, if you wanna go, you know where we'll be at." She says, as her little boy starting squirming to be let down and go run around with the other children. "I'll see you later then." She said, and with a nod, was being dragged out to the crowd by her child.

Fyra let out a quiet huff, that smile still playing on her lips, as she shook her head. She slipped away from the main celebration, making her way down the alleyway. She might go get a drink later, maybe something refreshing since she felt parched already from the day.

As she walked around the corner, however, a sinking feeling filled her stomach, and the hairs on the back of her neck and her arms stood straight up. She held her breath as she slowed her steps.

Without warning, a vibrocord whip flew past her head and she swerved, just in time to avoid getting trapped in it.

The culprit of the vibrocord stepped around the corner as it whipped back to its owner. A Mandalorian, in worn, chipped armor, appeared in the shadows of the alleyway. The only thing new on him was his beskar helmet, which stared down at her, unrelenting. His fingers twitched over the blaster at his hip.

A bounty hunter.

All the way out here.

"That's a rude way to say hello." She found herself saying, body tense, ready to run.

"You're a hard woman to find." He spoke back, voice rough through the modulator in the helmet.

"Maybe that's the point."

He gave the slightest tilt of his head. "They told me not to bother speaking to you, just to bring you in." He spoke out, voice even, controlled. "But I'll offer you a deal. You can come with me peacefully, or, I can drag you, kicking and screaming."

"That's not much of a deal." She retorted back, her body tense with the adrenaline filling her to run once again. Her heart raced as she tried to will the Force to calm her, help her think rationally so she'd make it out of this alive.

"Murderers with a bounty of their head don't usually get deals at all." He retorted, taking a threatening, stalking step toward her.

She cursed internally. She thought she'd gotten far enough away to not have any bounty hunters follow her this far out.

She had thought wrong.

"How kind of you." She retorted, voice dry as she took a cautionary step backwards. "Too bad I'll have to decline your deal."

With a roll and a duck, she narrowly avoided the vibrocord whip that shot past her head. Without hesitation, she used that momentum to bolt forward. 

Right Into the busy marketplace. 

She didn't hesitate. Ducking and weaving in between people, she ignored the yells of profanity as she pushed through. She could hear his footsteps, heavy and powerful, chasing after her. The screams and yells of the people they pushed through.

She could only hope the people would slow him down enough for her to escape. She pushed herself further into the crowd, no longer pushing, blending in and moving with the crowd. 

Sharply, she turned into an alleyway, a small cantina set in the back. Making her way, briskly, past the couples lingering outside, she was quick to get inside. It took her a minute to blink, for her eyes to adjust, but she was still moving. She couldn't stop. Her heart raced, chest heaving, as she tried to keep the panic at bay.

The cantina wasn't busy, most crowds outside still in the marketplace, celebrating. There were a few people she knew inside, people she had helped, setting up for the party.

Her eyes landed on the bartender, who was hanging something up. 

Danthi, with her greying hair pulled back into a tight bun and a towel over her shoulder, immediately shot up to look at her. Her hazel eyes locked onto her.

Frya pulled down the cloth over her face. "Danthi-" She sucked in a panicked breath. 

"Oh Fyra! What's got you so panicked, you look like you've seen a ghost!" She immediately gushed out, coming down off of the ladder to her side.

"There's a Mandalorian after me." She said, trying to reign in her fear. "I don't know how he found me but-"

Danthi gently grasped her arms, standing in front of her. "Calm down, breathe." She said, voice soothing. She started to lead her behind the bar. "Hey, you two!" She yelled at the two sitting near the door. "Whoever distracts the Mandalorian gets free drinks for the next month." She barked out.

The two aliens grinned. Downed their drinks. They cracked their necks, then walked outside, casually, as if not going up to face a Mandalorian bounty hunter. 

Danthi turned back to her. "We knew this would eventually happen, right?" She said, continuing to lead her around the bar. Pushing open the half door, she led her in. 

"Yes, but I didn't think it'd happen so soon- I just came back here not that long ago." She breathed out, adrenaline pumping through her veins.

"There's a trapdoor leading to underground tunnels. Follow it, straight, 'till it dead-ends. You'll find a transport droid that'll take you to a port." She ducked under the bar, grabbing a canvas bag, giving it to her. "Take this and run." 

Fyra was overwhelmed with emotion, with information. She tried to control it, letting the Force in to try and let it wash over her again. "But what if he comes in here?" 

She gave a shrug, a grin growing on her face. "I'm not scared of any man, let alone a Mandalorian." She tucked Fyra's scarf better atop her head. "You need to go. Let this be your payment for helping us." She said. "Let us help you, just this once." 

"Danthi-" 

She pulled Fyra into a tight, quick hug, before pulling back. She pulled out the key from under the collar of her shirt, unlocking the trapdoor.

It looked dark, dimly lit. Like a dungeon or a tomb for the dead, dust and dirt spewing out down below.

Looking back up to Danthi, she gave one more look. "Thank you." She breathed out. 

"Go. May the Force be with you." She smiled, giving one last squeeze of Fyra's arms. 

They could hear yelling outside. An argument. She could sense the rising danger just outside the cantina doors.

"Come on, Mando! Don't you ever take a day off and drink?!" 

"You think there's a living bein' under that armor or do you think he is the armor?"

The two women locked eyes again, and Danthi all but pushed her down the trapdoor. 

She landed on her feet, half stumbling, with a cloud of dust, dirt, and sand shooting up around her. Jerking her head back up, she got one last look at Danthi's confident, grinning face, before it was sealed back up.

And she was left in complete darkness.

Swallowing thickly, she took in a steadying breath. Letting it out, she reached to her side for the silver-hilted weapon she kept at her side. Her fingers ran over the worn but familiar buttons, but she did not ignite it. Instead, she reached for the flashlight she kept on her belt.

Yellow flickering light ignited in the tunnel as the flashlight came to life. It casted shadows against the walls, down the endless tunnels. Little creatures of the darkness slithered back into it, hissing and clicking noises following as they disappeared back into their darkness.

Ignoring the shiver that ran up her spine, she slid her scarf back over her face. She started walking down the tunnel, heading straight and true as Danthi told her. She tried to keep her memories in check. She was not being left behind in a tomb. She was not being abandoned by her Master. 

There was, however, someone hunting her down once more.

She could sense danger up above her and she had no doubt that it was the Mandalorian. Quickening her steps, she continued down the tunnel, trying to keep herself calm and grounded. She had to keep moving, had to keep going. 

Reaching the end of the tunnel, she heard a noise that made her heart drop to her stomach. It was the sound of flame, and then, metal melting. 

She turned off the light, sliding it back onto her holster, swift. Jumping up onto the ladder, she could hear the metal trapdoor being melted, falling away and crashing to the ground. She pushed away any and all thoughts about Danti being hurt. She couldn't. She couldn't let herself slow or let Danthi's efforts go in vain to get her out safe.

She was fine. She had to be.

Rapidly, she climbed up the ladder, using her shoulder to try and open it. "Dank ferrik!" She hissed out when it didn't budge. With a lift of her hand, she swiped it across the lock. 

A click resounded and it flung open. 

She pulled herself up and out, finding herself in another alleyway, on the outskirts of town. Heaving for air as she pulled herself up, she saw the transport droids with the sandships, hovering and waiting. 

Shoving the trapdoor back, with a loud, resounding SLAM and another flick of her wrist, it locked behind her, sealing it shut. She bolted toward the ship, not caring if anyone was out to see her frantic movements. 

She slid to a stop in front of the sandship, wide eyes, heaving chest, looking at the R2 droid in the ship.

"I need to get to the port. Now." She commanded.

It beeped in response. A question of where she wanted to go.

"Doesn't matter. Closest one. One that can get me off-planet." She retorted, hopping into the sandship, tying the bag Danthi had given her around her back and under her shoulder. 

Within seconds, she was taking off, zooming across the dry, hot desert. She felt the blaster before she heard it, the heat flying past her ear.

She gasped, ducking down immediately, head shooting back to look behind them. 

The Mandalorian had made it out, standing with a blaster in hand. A shiver raced down her spine as their gazes locked. 

He fired again, and she did not hesitate to use the Force to project an invisible shield around them. 

The droid screamed in fear and the ship dipped to the side, swerving. She slammed into the side of the ship with a forceful exhale.

She sucked in a fast breath, pain in her ribs. "It's alright!" She yelled to the little droid, breathless from the impact. "I got you, keep going!" 

The droid sped along, and she used the Force to protect them from any other blaster shots, seemingly redirecting them as they flew past them.

The Mandalorian's form, shining and reflecting the dying suns' light, stared her down, slowly lowering the blaster as he grew smaller and smaller behind her. 

She knew, without a doubt, he was not giving up. Mandalorians, as they were, never gave up, never stopped, until they were dying. This would not be the last time she saw him. She only hoped she was far enough way when she did that she could escape him again.

With the rising stars and moon above, she could only hope to the Force that she'd have the strength to keep one step ahead. That the universe would guide her where she needed to go.

As he disappeared with the town growing steadily smaller and smaller, she let the town, and its' people, go from her heart. She would hold their kindness in her chest, but she knew she probably would never be able to come back again.

The life of a Jedi in this galaxy would never be safe.

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[maleyanderecafe]

Could I have some recommendations for the kind of "I'll be whatever you want me to be" yanderes? Willing to change their appearance and personality for their darling? I've already played 14 days with you and absolutely loved it, I really love yanderes like that!!

I'll be combining these two asks, but yes, these kinds of yanderes (I call them mimic yanderes, since they mimic the type of things the darling likes) are always fun to see. Just shows how desperate they are to become someone that you'd love.

14 Days with You - I know one of these ask already states it, but Ren's thing is to become what the MC likes, down to appearances and personality.

John Doe + - specifically in the updated version, John Doe attempts to become a more appealing version for the player, whether that succeeds or not is dependent on you.

My Childhood Friend became an Obsessive Husband - The male lead, Ricks becomes a Duke because of his love for Isabel, and because that's what she really liked when she was younger.

Hatsukoi Lovers - this one is kind of old, but its a story about Wakaba who dresses up like a girl and acts cute to become the kind of girl that Mamori likes despite being a guy. Fairly comedic.

Oredake Minaito XX Shichauzo - sort of, similarly to Hatsukoi Lovers he dresses up to be cuter so that Keiichi will like him better. This is mixed with a bunch of other things as well.

Duality - sort of, it's not really shown in the demo yet, but Keith is the type to try to become more like the person the MC likes if they don't like him. This includes being more like Tenebris if he was chosen over Keith for any reason.

Perfect Mine - Heo mimics his brother's behavior exactly so that Nabi will like him, much to his detriment and dismay.

Secret Alliance - Yul crossdresses as a girl named Yuri so that Sian doesn't notice he's actually her ex boyfriend, and also because she has an extreme phobia of men. He tries really hard to act as a perfect girl to get her attention (at least for a while)

Nameless: The One Thing You Must Recall - Yeonho kind of has this since his arc is sort of forcing himself to do things that the main character likes despite how much he dislikes it.

Parasite in Love - exactly what Nial is considering he's a parasite. He's taken the form, personality and general attitude of one of her crushes, as well as uses the things she love to manipulate her.

@tsukaramachi also has her oc named Yuuto that does the exact same thing, though in a less intense capacity.

I think there are a lot of other ones that have more small moments of trying to turn themselves into being more appealing towards the main character, but these are the ones I can think of? Hopefully they are similar to what you all are thinking of.

[facks-stories]

Ok guys you aren’t going to get this oc at all but I have a story called wings so I’m going to explain what a wing is really quickly

Wing: and protecter with wings, a crystal tail and horns or a halo [they aren’t angels or demons]

Protected [I forgot the name I made for it]: a human randomly picked to be protected by the wings, they are bound to the two wings using two bracelets that match the wing’s necklace.

The plot to wings isn’t important right now but the oc I’m going to use to rp is a wing that lost his pair and person he was meant to protect

I’ll draw them in a minute

Yes i did use this as a excuse to make a character with a hooked nose  

Poll:

Tie [Sian - Devon]

[snugbugger]

little man with big charisma

@/temadeto's (twitter) oc, Sian❤️