#smuggler and bounty hunter au

[tiredassmage]

smth smth... Back in Black

[fwtcanimelover]

Another random SWTOR story idea:

What if in your character's tome for the coffin section they aren't actually dead, they're actually in carbonite and are either discovered during the clone wars era or empire era. Like just imagine if clone wars characters or rebel characters or imperial characters were to stumble upon an ancient tomb, they go inside it and accidentally thaw out your character's carbonite, reviving them.

It could either be a crack/funny story, action story, sad story, etc. Personal favourite would be the funny shenanigans that happen. I can just imagine the characters going something on the lines like "crape the museum piece is alive".

Another fanfic idea that I know I'll never write or finish. But feel free to use it as a prompt if you ever run out of prompts.

[supersaiyanjedi14]

SWTOR OCs

I don't have anything special planned for Halloween, so instead let me treat you to more additions to my Star Wars AU. This time, my PCs for Star Wars: the Old Republic (or rather my would-be PCs seeing as I've never played the game myself).

-Lucanus "Lucan" Subartuk, the Hero of Tython, Battlemaster of the Jedi Order, Commander of the Eternal Alliance

-Baya Vihsii, the Bas'en'thor, master of the Jedi High Council, envoy of the Rift Alliance

-Staxos Patror, Meteor, commander of Havoc Squad

-Jali Telas, the Voidhound, captain of the Quasar

-Lord Charom, the Empire's Wrath, nepotistic tool turned humbled aspiring reformer

-Logoi Kallig, Darth Nox, Dark Council Master of Ancient Knowledge

-Vrirm'vase'aercemmi "Mvasea", Cipher 9, Imperial Intelligence operative, destroyer of the Star Cabal

-Ujexes Djannis, Grand Champion of the Great Hunt, Lord of Clan Lok

Bonus: Lucan as the Outlander

Feel free to ask me anything about them!

Credit for my pixels here.

[pulpwriterx]

OUTLAWS

Ben Solo had a rough night.

He had made a lot of money, because people at the Mos Eisley Cantina who didn't know him bet on the Wookiee he fought.

In the light of day, sober and hung over, Ben was glad to have the money, but he had no idea what the fight had been about.

Speaking of the light of day?

Why the fark was he awake

BB-9E was zooming around his bedroom, bleeping and tootling so excitedly that Ben hardly knew what he was saying.

Something about somebody burying or dumping something in his sandy front yard.

Swearing, Ben got out of bed, and got his blaster rifle off the wall.

He opened the window, squinted at the figure squatting on the ground and fired a warning shot.

\*\*\*

Rey's solemn reverie and meditation on the death of the entire Skywalker family was interrupted by a blaster bolt smashing into the sand just in front of here.

"Kriff!" she exclaimed, and jumped up.

"I thought you said nobody had lived here for a long time!" Rey said to the elderlywoman.

"I wasn't done talking yet. I was about to say that the old Skywalker place is occupied again. And the man who lives there isn't fond of trespassers."

Another shot.

"Hey! You! Leave Mrs. Baker alone and get off my land! Dig that shit up and get the fark out of here! I'm setting the rifle to stun and I won't miss the next time!"

Rey knew that voice.

She smiled, in spite of herself.

"He's got a horrible temper. And he's moody, and self-absorbed. I hate myself for loving him. But? He's also the finest man in the whole damn Galaxy."

Mrs. Baker shrugged.

"He's a Skywalker, dear. They're all like that."

Rey turned toward the abandoned-looking farm house.

"How the hell are you still alive? What's it going to take to kill you?" She shouted

"A hell of a lot more than you and anybody in your farkled-up family can do, sweetheart!"

"I'm coming in!"

The rifle went back inside the window, and it shut.

As she and BB-8 got closer to the Skywalker farm, the door opened and Ben leaned in the doorway.

He had grown a beard, his hair was longer, and he was barefoot and dressed only in a bathrobe.

But he was smiling at her, again.

"I hate you, you miserable bastard!" Rey told him, as she walked under his arm, and through the door.

"I know. I have an interesting new scar where you ran me through with my own lightsaber. While you're on your knees, about to suck my dick? I'd like you to kiss my scar, first."

"Fark you, flyboy. You can eat my whole entire ass."

"Really? I'd love to. You were just never into butt stuff, before

Ben shut the door.

\*\*\*

He took off his robe and hung it up.

"Can you please put that robe back on? And stop saying filthy things to me in your black y-fronts!"

BB-8 and BB-9E we're having a happy reunion.

They both zoomed off to the kitchen.

Ben smirked at Rey.

"You're so cute when you're all angry and sweaty. What if I just get down on my knees and lick your pussy, right here in the foyer, and you can call me names and pull my hair and come on me. I love it when you do that."

"Ben, I..."

"See my new scar you gave me? I had it tattooed."

The tattoo was of a bleeding heart with an arrow through the scar.

The heart said "Rey" and "Always."

And?

Ben was having a special event in his y-fronts.

Rey didn't have a lot of experience with men, other than this horny, impossible fool.

Most of her sexual experience was with a dildo she had bought on Jakku from a Rodian peddler.

But?

Neither the one other man she'd been with or her toy ever made her feel like Ben did.

"Why are you so horny?" She insisted.

"You know me. I'm always angry and horny. I really do want you to kiss my scar. I don't know why."

Rey shoved him away.

"What about what I want?"

"Anything you want, sweetheart. Anything."

"I want a bath. And some food. And I need to sleep."

"Okay. I will make you food. And you can use the refresher. And my bed is yours? But first. You have to kiss my scar, and suck my dick, and let me lick every drop of sweat off your hot little body. Especially your dirty little pussy!"

“Ben. Why are you like this? I want a bath. And some food. And I need to sleep. And once I have had a bath and some food and we are in bed together? We’ll see.”

Now he was mad.

“We’ll see? We’ll see? We’re a Dyad in the Force, we’re in love, and I’m your first, last and only boyfriend,  back from the dead, and all I get is we’ll see?”

Rey got angry, too.

“Yeah! We’ll see, you selfish son of a bitch! I have been deeply in mourning for you for four months! Four months! Wandering around the Galaxy with BB-8, taking transport ships, and odd jobs as a scavenger and just drifting! Trying to get used to being alone, again, after everyone I came to love over the past year farkling died! And you’ve been here, all along? This place is really nice, inside! Look at that bantha leather furniture! It’s the middle of the day and you were asleep! Didn’t you ever even think about me? Once?”

Ben pointed his finger in her face.

“I farkling thought about you all the time! I figured you would be a Senator by now? It’s not exactly safe for me to wander around the Core Worlds, is it? I was trying to think of a way to contact you without calling attention to myself so the Republic Senate or whoever the fuck wouldn’t throw my ass in jail for the next hundred years!” he shouted.

Rey suddenly smelled food from the kitchen.

Eggs, and bacon.

“OK, Round One is over. Breakfast time.”

Rey knew that voice.

The color drained from her skin.

“Yeah. That’s right! I didn’t kill the Old Man! I ran him through the fleshy part of his side, guided him into the carbonite freezing chamber and kept him here, safe, until the war was over.”

Rey stalked into the kitchen.

“And you unfroze him, first thing? Han? Did Ben unfreeze you, first thing?”

“Almost. He went to the bar at Tosche Station and got smashed, and then he came back here and unfroze me. He was crying, drunk and confused. The kid has no farkling idea why he isn’t dead. Tell her, Junior.”

Ben sat at the table.

“I remember you crying. And then it was cold and dark, but as I fell asleep. I felt warm and happy. The next thing I knew? I woke up here, in my bed. I felt like a speeder bus hit me, but? All my wounds were healed and I had fresh scars. I went to Tosche Station, to the tavern, and I ate something, and got drunk, and I unfroze the Old Man. I had all this weird extra Force energy that wasn’t mine that I couldn’t absorb, so I used it to heal his minor wounds. I didn’t know what to do, Rey. I never made plans for the future. I didn’t think I would have one.”

Han brought the food to the table.

Rey stabbed at her eggs, and jammed bacon into her fist, taking bites from each.

Ben bent low over the table, crouching over his plate, and although he ate with utensils, he shovelled his food into his mouth.

"Cute couple. OK, kids. Some of us gotta get to work, today. Ben, I hafta go talk to that asshole Fett, make sure our agreements are still good, and give him his cut of your last bounty. I'm taking all your weapons and Rey's with me in the speeder. And Rey? The couch and chairs were Boba Fett's. The kid is his new favorite person. He bought some new shit, so he gave us the old shit."

"Niner! Help me do the dishes." Ben shouted for his droid.

He got up.

"After this? We'll hit the 'fresher and then get some sleep. Eventually."

TO BE CONTINUED 

[alteredphoenix]

Every time I play with the idea of writing a Star Wars fic (and it's not something I'm opposed to, it's what happens when you get an OTP), I have to ask myself how would I maintain its identity if it isn't Jedi-centric or involves the Mandalorian Empire or...pretty much any part of the SW universe that doesn't heavy focus on the Light Side and the Dark Side that's come part and parcel with the Skywalker drama bullshit that Disney will probably never move on from because Nostalgia Means Big Bucks! that's so prevalent in all three trilogies. And for me it feels like: if I were to write a fic that doesn't include any of that, then would the setting still feel like Star Wars and not Another Cookie Cutter Sci-Fi Story?

I know it's kind of possible to not put a big focus on the Force and everything that ties into it (I believe Andor is more down to earth than, say, The Mandalorian and The Book of Boba Fett), but at the same time I feel like the mysticism has so much weight in the series that taking it out of the picture (or at least not making it the big central thing in a story) just makes any story that wants to be more grounded would be like ripping its soul out.

[saradika]

— invisible string

din djarin x vaguely force sensitive!reader

rated e - 1.7k

tags: divergent timeline, soulmate!au, takes place across season 1 & 2, missed connections, the Razor Crest lives, PiV, marking, creampie, magical elements

a/n: for the TS Challenge by @beskarandblasters! This was so fun, thanks so much for hosting this event! 💖 I was so excited to get this song & character

There's something about him, this man.

Deep down, it feels as if a string is tied around something vital inside you. A piece of you that you cannot live without, twined with its match inside him. Like the path you've taken has always led to this moment, this meeting.

You feel as if you are always out of step.

Too early. And then somehow - just a little bit too late.

As if you've missed something crucial. A prickle on the back of your neck. Eyes scanning the crowds of people as you weave through cities - looking for someone.

As to whom, though - you're never quite sure.

You think it's always been there. A similar sort of feeling that flickers when you're in danger. That was something you had cultivated. Manipulated into a force you can wield. A push and pull, an aid - when you need it. Something you draw from often, during your days as a smuggler.

But you're not sure what to do with this.

The feeling is pushed down on Nevarro.

Contacted for a job, one that had been easy enough. Your goods exchanged in a dingy cantina - a shipment of stolen fuel cells furtively traded to an irritated man that went by Karga. Your eyebrows raised at the charred hole in the man's fine clothes - a half-hearted wonder at how the man was still standing.

The Imperial credits he offers you do not get you far. He's unable to offer you a puck - his trade was in bounty hunting, not smuggling. You're not sure if you'd take one, and the cells are enough to keep his crew afloat for a while. A dead-end for now, but you think - not always.

After, your ship drifts along an unseen track.

To Tatooine this time. A big job for the Hutts that takes you two weeks. Days in the sun spent waiting for the payments to transfer to your account, and so in the meantime - you tinker.

Trading your way up. A broken blaster fixed, exchanged for ship parts. The parts installed, the labor paid for with two, beat-up old speeders.

Only to sell them both to a cocky hot-shot bounty hunter for double their value - his over-blown self-confidence eclipsing the fact that you were absolutely swindling him.

It’s not your problem.

Though here, you can't help but feel the urge to linger. An itch beneath your skin, as if you've missed something, again.

You ignore it. Trading up one more time - swapping Mos Eisley for the sea. The choppy waters of Trask washing away the grit and sand that clings to your skin.

There's always work to be found here - deals to make with the Quarren and Mon Calamari. Those days spent at the inn, with lunches of warm homemade chowder and wrapped in chunky-knit sweaters.

Eyes snagging on a couple that often sits together at lunch. Their features frog-like, affection clear in their soft chatter, the slow blink of their large, black eyes. You imagine it to be a stolen moment - meeting up in the afternoon, too eager to wait until evening to see each other.

It’s nice.

It follows you, back to your room.

You think about them later - the obvious connection. A bone-deep urge to find another that matches a part of you. Something you've never had.

Somehow you know it’s out there.

But it's not time.

The next day, your ship takes off again.

There's a feeling deep down that for once, you're right where you need to be.

Your path is not guided by a job. Something spinning inside your chest like the point of a compass, your fingers keying coordinates with a mind of their own.

It's not a sea. Not a desert. Not a growing town, slowly rebuilding.

You're taken to a forest. The trees are unlike those you've seen - stretching tall and thin towards the sky. Their leaves sparse, but still filling the space with the sheer number.

There's a village - but you're drawn away from the tall walls. There's nothing inside that you seek. Drawn back to the trees you had seen from above. There's no tracks for you to follow, it's only your own boots pressed into the earth.

But you still go out, day after day.

It's on the third day, as you sit by the edge of a clear, shallow pool, that you hear the crack of branches under boots.

It should frighten you… but it doesn't.

It feels like an inevitability.

Your head turns, and there's a man there. His limbs encased in armor of shining beskar. A Mandalorian, you realize, when your eyes meet the dark visor that bisects his helmet.

"It's you." The words are a flat buzz, through his helmet. Unsurprised, somehow. Just as you are.

And it's him.

There's something about him, this man.

Deep down, it feels as if a string is tied around something vital inside you. A piece of you that you cannot live without, twined with its match inside him. Like the path you've taken has always led to this moment, this meeting.

You're not sure what that something is...

But think you are finally ready to find out.

His touch is familiar, though you've never known it. Much like everything else, it feels almost destined.

You know he feels it too. A slow circling dance, the weight of his eyes following you from behind the visor. That string inside no longer feels like a leash, but instead - a lifeline.

Finally being able to acknowledge that he has been what you've been orbiting around this whole time. Easing that ever-present ache of loneliness that had always followed you.

For some time, he had thought you would be the one to train Grogu. That perhaps this had been the reason why the fates had pushed you together.

You had tried, and failed. That part of you still too raw, too unfashioned. It lived inside you, but it was something you had been unable to teach another. How could you, when you did not even know the word for what it was?

And as time passed, you realized deep down that you were truly meant to be here now. Not for the before.

An aid at first, of course. You had gone with him to Tython. Traded in your ship, and traveled on the Slave 1. Had faced death by his side, staring into the black chrome of the Dark Troopers.

Had grieved with him, after.

You think this had been your place all along.

This liminal space, in those months that follow.

Giving him something to grab onto. Fingers sinking into flesh, your back hitting the mattress as he follows.

It’s dark, in the belly of his ship. With anyone else your senses would be screaming, a ringing alarm.

But you’ve come to know each room, fingers tracing the cold metal. From the walls, to the bunk, to him - the tips slipping under to tug at the fastenings of his armor.

He is quiet, like he often is now. But you can feel the heat that rolls off him in waves. The harsh buzz of his breath through the vocoder, before the light cuts out completely.

Before it’s just him and you.

His knees nudge your thighs wider. Pressing into muscle and flesh, forcing them up and apart. Your fingers twist in his curls, angling your mouth up to meet the kiss that is all teeth and tongue.

Fingers dip down, thick and calloused. Parting you, nudging inside to where you’re wet and waiting. Pumping deep with his thumb pressed snug against the button of your clit - leaving you dizzy and clenching and wondering if he just knew, as well.

You think he did. He does.

And when he works himself inside you, you finally feel full. Ripping a sound from each of you - his rough and swallowed, yours a broken murmur of his name.

Something else given in the dark, on another night akin to this. Pieces of himself peeled back and gifted, only to be carefully wrapped up and buried deep.

The pound of his hips itches at something you’ve been missing. Those hands tugging at your hips, pulling you to meet each harsh thrust. Fingers slipping down to swirl against you again - a spark rising each time you fit together, building swiftly to an inferno.

“Din,” You breathe, as something heavy flickers inside you, just out of reach, “Stars, please. Don’t stop-”

“I won’t,” It’s a low oath, as his cock grinds deep, “I’ve waited too long for you, cyare.”

He wrenches it from you, setting you ablaze. Your is cry loud in the tiny room as you come undone. The wild swirl of your senses narrowing down, until it’s just him. Din’s mouth against your neck, warm breath and teeth nipping marks into your skin - the pleasure flowing from you in pulsing waves, sinking into him.

Making him follow, no more than a dozen thrusts later. A gritted, bitten-back moan of your own name, before his hips are stuttering. Giving back what you passed to him, his cock throbbing inside you, buried deep.

Where he stays, until he’s gone soft. A pang of loss shuddering through you when he slips from between your thighs - expecting him to return to his own bunk.

To leave you, again.

But the mattress dips, next to you. The space narrow, a short sigh when you wiggle too much trying to get comfortable. Hands hooking around your wrists, hauling your hips over his. Settling you down on top of him.

And in the dark - he stays.

“Should have met you on Tatooine,” Din tells you later that night, unbidden. Letting your legs twine with his, thighs parted to make room for you. “I didn’t know it was you. If I had-”

His words end abruptly, hanging. Both of you thinking about all those moments when time hadn’t lined up. The synchronicity of your movements, just barely nudged out of time.

Both there, during that same moment. If you had stayed another day, maybe that would have been your meeting.

But you had left early, and he had came late.

“We’re here now.” You tell him, chin pressing against his chest. Eyes finding his in the dark, though you cannot see. “Isn’t that enough?”

There’s the brush of his hand along your spine - knuckles, and then fingertips as they unfurl.

“Yes.”

It is enough, for now.

You’re not sure if it’s forever. If, for some reason, you’ll be forced to part again. But tonight, you’re not worried.

Because, if you were to reach inside yourself and pluck that golden string right now - letting it thrum…

You think that he would feel it, too.

thanks so much for reading!! 💖

cyare - beloved

[stealingpotatoes]

luke meeting din in the organs twins au… the potential

Bail is sitting there watching his kids get with a smuggler and bounty hunter and thinking "well i guess they got padmé's taste in men"

[ranbling]

Okay, so here are my 911 star wars au details, what do I think each character would be (also, for me this takes place during the Empire era, during the last few years, so around 5BBY, but timeline is not that important)

So, the 118 is one crew and they all work together as rebels

Both Bobby and Eddie are Mandalorians, however Bobby is part of the Watch (more traditionalist, the fraction shown in the Mandalorian, the ones who rarely take off their helmets) and Eddie is a Haat'ade (True Mandalorian, I feel like it fits well with Eddie's traits and beliefs). Bobby is also pretty quick to adopt anyone into his clan

Hen was a senator in the beginning, but she resigned after realising that she can do much more without being in the office. She and Karen regularly do relief missions and Karen still works as a scientist, she focuses on spaceships and modifying them (also on some Force theories and how it affects quantimphysics, but she can't research that anymore)

Maddie and Buck are pilots/smugglers, they mainly focus on extractions and smuggling out supplies from the Empire's territories. Maddie is the one coordinating and Buck is the one out on the field. Buck also might or might not be Daniel's clone, the Buckley parents were desperate enough to try everything to save Daniel and what's better than someome who is genetically identical to Daniel? (Daniel dies here too, that is one constant in every universe)

Chimney is a mechanic/beginner smuggler, who works with Maddie (and Buck). He started out as a mechanic, but after sticking with Maddie and Buck, he decided to also go out on missions

Ravi has a bar and is an information broker. He does not want to be dragged into whatever mess the 118 finds themselves in, but somehow he's always there.

Athena is an ex-jedi turned bounty hunter. She's still big on being a keeper of peace and bringing justice, so she only accepts bountys on horrible peope. She and Bobby are together and have been for years

Tommy is not part of the crew, he was a TIE-fighter pilot within the Empire and only defected when he realised the Rebels will win controll of the sector he's in. While he is with the Rebellion now, he still holds xenophobic views the Empire has and doesn't really disagree with the Empire's doctrine

[cuddles-with-dragons]

I have a Wild West AU.

For all of Star Wars.

It started with a piano version of Cantina Band. It sounds like something you'd hear in a saloon.

That branches out into this.

Han Solo, a smuggler who's infamous for being uncatchable. His partner is a mountain man who's known by the name "Chewbacca".

And this.

Din Djarin, known to most as "Mando", is a lone Mandalorian bounty hunter. Not much is known about the secretive tribe that calls themselves Mandalorians, and most never remove their bandana.

Finally, I drew some members of the Batch. And their horses.

Omega is just a kid, but for some reason the new tycoon is obsessed with capturing her. Bounty hunters are on the lookout. She's brave though, and fights extremely well -for a woman.

"Crosshair" never gives out his real name, and he's always tried to hide his past as a freedom fighter. This cold, snarky, bounty hunter does have a soft side, though he doesn't show it often.

Thunder belongs to a freedom fighter that goes by "Hunter". He's a rather mischievous horse, and will often try and steal snacks.

Mercury was named after her coat, by small-town librarian "Tech". She's patient and is good with children.

Dynamite loves her owner, a ex-miner who calls himself "Wrecker", and she's incredibly tolerant of loud noises and doesn't spook easily.

Blitz is fast and dangerous, just like his owner Crosshair. He isn't scared by much and will often swat people with his tail.

Rattlesnake belongs to a former soldier who goes by "Echo". This horse is incredibly grumpy and doesn't tolerate much.

Desert Rose originally belonged to Echo, but got stolen by Omega and eventually became her horse. She's quiet and calm, and absolutely loves attention.

This is all the art I have so far, hope you like it!

Horse ref base by WHIT3FANG on DeviantArt

Font is Saddlebag from DaFont.com

[tiredassmage]

A Visual Guide Bullshit Reference to Tyr

& the growing number of fuckin' aus i started and @hyrohkaah is helping me grow like we started a fuckin'. community garden or something.

get you a man that can do both or w/e i guess

[pirunika]

Masterpost try #368

last updated: 10.11.24

Tags :

#sudraws #my writing #xx #music #reference #photography etc.

Art Blog @mandoart

A03 (being revised)

Feel free to ask me anything, i love talking about my ocs or ideas (´°ω°`) or simply meet people

Fave LIs in no order bc why not :

Lann (Pathfinder Wrath of the Righteous)

Heinrix (Warhammer 40k Rogue Trader)

Alistair, Fenris, Blackwall (Dragon Age)

Garrus, Jaal (Mass Effect Trilogy)

Danse (Fallout 4)

Torian, Aric (Swtor)

Elliott (Stardew Valley)

Astraeus, Alain, Reiner, Nav (Lovestruck)

Liod, Andvari, Chris (Romance Club)

Asra, Julian (The Arcana)

Jumin Han, Zen (Mystic Messenger)

Lucifer, Mammon (Obey Me)

Hanzo (Nightshade)

Raze honestly all 3... (Demonheart)

Ernol, Haron (Ebon Light)

Leander (Touchstarved WIP)

Flannan (The Good People WIP)

M, A (The Wayhaven Chronicles)

Herald, Lady Argent (Fallen Hero)

Hadrian (The Golden Rose)

Uly (Whiskey-Four)

Blade (Shepherds of Haven WIP)

Laurent all of them (Perfumare WIP)

O, G (Infamous WIP)

Games I Play/ed

Dragon Raja Mobile

Sims free2play, mobile, 3, 4

Black Desert Mobile

Fate Grand Order

Cookie Run Kingdom

Eldarya

Lovelink

MeChat

Blush Blush

Choices

Ikemen Sengoku

Samurai LBP

A Date with Death

Andromeda Six

Tailor Tales

Hollywood Red Embrace

Guild Wars 2

Slay the Princess

Fear & Hunger

Samurai of Hyuga

Blood Moon

Tin Star

Relics of the Lost Age

Soul Stone War

Tally Ho

I, the Forgotten One

Fields of Asphodel

Choice of the Deathless

Playlists :

Astraeus (Astoria Fate's Kiss - Lovestruck)

Astoria MC (aka Eos just below)

Sails in the Fog (Romance Club)

Shepherds of Haven WIP IF

Infamous WIP IF Band

Mason (Wayhaven Chronicles)

Some main-ish OCs/MCs :

Manolya 'Mili' Rosebud Sackville (Lord of the Rings Online) #oc: mili 4"

Gulsary Altankaya (DnD Online) #oc: gulsary 4'5"

Vorawin'ther Vandree 'Vora Winter' (Neverwinter/1/2, Pathfinder Wrath of the Righteous — a drow in one and dhampir in the latter) #oc: vora, #oc: vorawin'ther 5"

Balta Granar (Elder Scrolls Online) oc: #balta 6'2"

Ayka Delgerdzaya Aeducan (Dragon Age Origins) #oc: ayka 4'8"

Aurora Hawke (Dragon Age 2) #oc: aurora 5'5"

Talas Adaar (Dragon Age Inquisition) #oc: aysha 6'8"

Sue (lol i made a self insert for Fallout New Vegas) #the courier 5'4"

Anna Arslanowicz (Fallout 4) #oc: anna 6"

Elnara 'Ellie' Seitosmanovna Krymsky (Saints Row series) #oc: ellie 5'11"

'Lia' Shepard (Mass Effect trilogy) #oc: lia 5'3"

Valentina 'Tina' Ryder (Mass Effect Andromeda) #oc: valentina 5'6"

'Nino Balkish' (Star Wars the Old Republic, Chiss Mando Bounty Hunter) #oc: nino 5'11"

Emija Prizrak (Star Wars the Old Republic, Chiss Republic Trooper) #oc: emija 5'3"

Berra H'akan (Star Wars the Old Republic, Cathar Mando -by birth- Bounty Hunter) #oc: berra 4'11"

Kartili Kelborn (Star Wars the Old Republic, Twi'lek Smuggler mando ) #oc: kartili 5'7"

Yvadin Stagard (Star Wars the Old Republic, Twi'lek Bounty Hunter) #oc: yvadin 5'2"

Lirash Paaran (Star Wars the Old Republic, Togruta Bounty Hunter) #oc: lirash 5'10" montrals included

Koalcha (Star Wars the Old Republic, Chiss Imperial Agent token male oc) #oc: koalcha 6'6"

Eos 'Eremenko' surname may vary (MC of Astoria Fate's Kiss / Lost Kisses, interactive fiction in general & Warhammer 40k Rogue Trader & my WIP interpretation of the titan goddess with the same name) #oc: eos 4'11"

Ela (The Arcana, Fictif & Choices stories..etc. #oc: ela 5'8"

Eve 'Mac Diarmada' (Obey Me / Nightbringer, my interpretation of Eve!) #oc: eve 6"

Others :

Star Wars Clan H'akan (original Mandalorian clan settled on Werda, led by Danyal H'akan - also, father of Berra ⬆️) #clan h'akan

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[alatariel-gildaen]

I just found this untitled document hidden in the resseses of my WIP folder. This is it in it's entirety.

No other info. No plot, no hastily scrawled ideas, nothing.

I vaguely recall having an idea for a Star Wars AU in which Daryl was a bounty hunter so this looks like what I must have written when I had that idea, then immediately forgot and gave up on it.

Worth continuing? Let me know!

The sweet, musky scent of the Aelithara Bloom worked its way behind Daryl Dixon's protective mask; an early warning sign that it had finished digesting its last prey and would be resetting its trap. Keeping half an eye on the world outside the flower's cavernous inner chamber, Daryl reached inside his pack and pulled out a freshly slaughtered squivern whelp. With a well practised flick of his knife, he pulled a small piece of pelt from the back of the creature, hoping that the easily accessible flesh would attract the plant's deadly sensors. He tossed the bloody corpse into the sticky nectar that had begun to spread from the central stamen, then watched with bated breath, needing to ensure the nectar wouldn't spread further. Bioluminescent tendrils crept towards the dead creature, wrapping around it, pulling it into the digestion pit. 

A creature that size would keep the plant busy for a couple more hours, at least. Satisfied that he was—for now—safe, he returned to his vigil. 

The planet of Niraxis was on the outer rim of the galaxy, and was home to some of the most exotic and dangerous flora known to anyone. The Aelithara Bloom was a sprawling, carnivorous—yet beautiful—plant which could be tricked into providing temporary shelter by offering up a sacrifice.

He pulled up his holopad, double checking the details of his target. A humanoid from the Vandor system, a smuggler and thief.

And his target had been hired to collect the nectar of the flower; a precious resource used in both legal—and less than legal—medications, and which was due to bloom for the first time in five years.

[gabessquishytum]

Star Wars au?? Where Dream is a powerful Jedi, somewhat disillusioned with the order, and Hob is an ex bounty hunter, trying make a (slightly more) honest living as a smuggler. Their paths cross. More than once.

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"We have got to stop meeting like this. People will talk." The man says, rather too dramatically for Dream’s taste. His rough and dirty hands are cuffed behind his back and he's clearly been beaten up a bit by the locals. He's still grinning.

"As there is nobody here to see us, I hardly think there is any danger of that." Dream sniffs in a dignified manner. He's cuffed too, although he could get out of them if he wanted. Doesn't seem much point when they're locked in a cell anyway. He's saving his energy.

The last time he saw Hob Gadling, their positions were remarkably similar, only the planet was different. They seem destined to share every jail cell in the galaxy, apparently.

"You could use the force." Gadling suggests. Dream can't tell if he's been sarcastic. "You know. Magic the cuffs off, open the door. Get my blaster back for me. I made special modifications on that thing, it's dangerous in the wrong hands."

"That is not how the force works." Dream grumbles, even though it... it sort of is, isn't it? "What makes you think I am a Jedi, in any case?"

"It's mostly the cape, to be honest. Very over the top, it's a dead giveaway. And last time we met I saw you cut a man in half with a lightsaber."

"...a fair assumption, then." Dream acknowledges. He'd kill for his saber right now, literally. Unfortunately he's lost it, and had to go looking for it. Again. Which is why he's ended up in this stupid cell. "What modifications does your blaster have?"

"Increased range, better stability. If you hit the button on the side it shoots fire. Oh, and a knife comes out the barrel if you hold the trigger for a while. Good for close range combat." Hob Gadling looks very proud of himself. He's rather nice to look at under the mop of chestnut hair. He could do with a shave and a wash, but Dream suspects that he scrubs up alright.

"Help me to retrieve my weapon, and I will help you to retrieve yours." Dream offers, slowly. He is not in the habit of making alliances. But this doesn't seem like a bad place to start.

"I have a funny feeling that I should only trust you as far as I can throw you. Which, on reflection, is probably quite a long way. You're like a twig. So, alright. It's a deal, Master Jedi." Gadling grins and reaches out his bound hands.

Dream is already having regrets.

[thelealinhypehouse]

EYE OF THE EMPIRE

This is Masterpost of info about this AU in Star Wars The Old Republic Era

History: Organisation created at KOTFE/KOTET time by Dark Council approved by Emperor/Empress. After they got heavy beating by Zakuul killing of healthy and high skilled ones just because they dont "behave" is not welcome in current situation. They needet to tame them, control them and use them. In same time the role was to keep "eye" on the Empire affairs, to sniff out any possibility to betray. Thats was the only demand from Emperor/Empress. You wanna this organisation? Ok but be on your guard and best behave too.

Curentlly works with Hand of the Empire

The Hunt: They need members of diffrent ranks. Council gain favour and loyality from all the "weak" Korriban students and become Handlers. The officers, agents, high skilled bounty hunters, smugglers that was to dengerous to run free but to good to be killed off become members of this new organisation. In shock collars with own Handlers to keep them in check now they serve the Dark Council.

Uniforms and equipment:

Handlers as Force users thats are to weak to finish Koirriban trening but get second chance. With military trening they become dengerous mix. They cant use lightsabers so they use vibroswords. They are feared and respected by militarty officers but they must bow before sith.

Hounds are the ones who Council targeted to be dengerous but to silled to be killed. Still usefull. The most dengerous people in the Empire. Uniforms have alterations to be more fit to thier skills. More light outfit or more heavy.

Collar

The main way to control the hound. Far better than standard slave collar. With bomb inside thay can kill of the hound quickly if they are become too dengerous but this is last resort. More comon are special chemicals for torture. No need for full room to it. Pain and hallucinations by this most of the time are enough.

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that’s it fuck it fuck this fuck all I’m working on another Star Wars au and nobody can stop me

Etoiles is a resistance fighter before they had a name, before they were the Rebels, pre-Andor levels where there’s large cells but no major force and just communication. As much as he fucking hates and I mean just hates the politics between the different cells, he’s usually the one who deals with negotiations between them

Before then, he’s a bounty hunter. Jango Fett levels of lethal, but I’m not entirely convinced on if he’s mandalorian or not. Either way he uses beskar, but if he’s not mando he takes care to learn the culture around the metal and earns it. It’s what makes him able to go against those armed with lightsabers - which is the equivalent to him just being unkillable by codes. He’s well trained and kicks ass and when all is said and done, he leaves whoever he was fighting with their saber next to their usually unconscious, sometimes dead, body.

Pac is a newly retired smuggler/thief, who’s introduction into the rebellion is similar to the steps he’s taken to find what’s left behind by Walter Bob in canon on the island, except he’s not known by the rebels - or at least not on their radar. His past is certainly known, as one of the largest known criminals to have ever escaped the high security Imperial prison stationed on some famous core world, but he’s considered to be gone, missing or killed shortly after. But he stumbles upon this conspiracy, and digs deeper because he’s got nothing better to do, because he’s curious, sue him, and it leads him to the rebels.

He’s roommates/shipmates with Fit, a resistance fighter who Pac drags into his investigation sometime after the discovery of the ship named Hope - a derelict ship drifting in some asteroid field that once carried refugees fleeing from the Empire. one that Pac finds alone, and cements his decision to truly try and figure out how to reach some rebels to join them. It’s too late for Fit to try and direct him elsewhere, so instead he helps to point Pac in the right direction - because as much as he can’t risk compromising his own position with his ties, however low, to the Empire, he can find a way to bend the rules.

Moving around with Fit is a recent development. His apartment he shared with Mike he can’t risk returning to, because Mike is definitely currently missing due to “mysterious circumstances” (the Empire) and he can’t try to find or help Mike if he’s taken too. For that stint of time they’re living together, he stops smuggling to make sure none of it reaches back to Fit somehow.

Fit is a janitor for the Empire, and is one of the few with access to high security locations. Usually he’s stationed out in various locations - he’s one of the ones willing to travel, so he’ll bounce around on occasion. He’s sometimes requested to clean at the Imperial Palace and ISB headquarters - various high security buildings that he needs lots of clearances and background checks for. Don’t ask him how he got the job he doesn’t know, but he does know he’s good at it. He also knows he’s done well as an informant to the rebels, because he hasn’t been caught and taken by the ISB into one of those high security “interview” rooms that even he doesn’t have access to. He also hasn’t been force choked by the Emperor, like he’s also seen happen. He keeps his head down, his nose clean, and is very careful in how he obtains and leaks his information.

Foolish! He’s an newly elected senator with a lot of money, who listens to his constituents but ultimately leans pro Empire. Or seemingly does. His glamorous life and ‘he’s lucky he’s pretty’ kind of reputation makes it seem like he’s the perfect golden boy by Imperial standards. They still keep an eye on him, because they keep an eye on all the senators, and because he is known to be rather persistent with his agenda that isn’t always purely pro-imperial interests - but ultimately he’s cherished by the hierarchy. Popular and good company. A true believer of what the Empire stands for. And he’s steadily making connections with influential people. Think Arhinda Pryce from Thrawn - politically savvy, and in it for his own purpose like everyone else is, except he’s not actually a piece of shit. He’s just ambitious and crafty. A shark who is watched just as much as everyone else is, because the higher Imperial command is full of sharks looking for weaknesses to strike at, but no more than any other politician - because he’s good at what he does. His end goal is to do as much damage as he can from the inside out, because what he truly believes in is freedom - and as long as the Empire has its heel on the throat of the Galaxy, no one will be free.

Jaiden meets Foolish at one of the larger parties during Ascension Week, before his elections for governor which is before his elections for senator - and they become fast friends. She gets signed on to work for him, under the command of someone much higher than her for reasons “classified”. There’s some moment where her and Foolish have to work with the Inquisitors for one reason or another - and she immediately feels connected with them. She cant help but get this feeling that their role isn’t entirely voluntary, that there’s even darker forces at play. Think how she feels for Cucurucho. What she doesn’t know is that she used to be one of them - an Imperial experiment that never ended up showing enough force sensitivity to be of use, so she was mind wiped and given an insignificant job to keep her busy but close, to keep an eye on her.

Ok. Cellbit. A spacer merc who doesn’t get hired for hits, but for mysteries. To solve things. Star Wars equivalent of a traveling private eye. This gets him in some deep shit when who he’s investigating is tied deeper into shady Imperial shit than most, and of course once he’s caught onto conspiracy, he cannot stop digging. Also one of the escaped convicts, not that people make that connection - he’s changed his appearance and name after all. He eventually makes it to the rebellion.

He’s sensitive to the force like a motherfucker and struggles with balance, but is somehow entirely unaware of how connected he is. Thinks everyone must feel as extremely and physically as him. Anything else he brushes off as paranormal - the force doesn’t exist, but ghosts and the other world sure does. So maybe he sometimes has prophetic dreams, and maybe his own emotions overwhelm him to the point of physical illness, and maybe when he’s tired and distracted he’ll notice things moving seemingly on their own. Must be paranormal. Definitely not just oblivious to his own subconscious actions, and definitely doesn’t get overwhelmed at the feedback he gets from other life forms because he can’t properly separate himself from them. He’s just haunted. It doesn’t do well for his paranoia tbh

Phil is a Jedi who had to go into hiding, who managed to help a group of knights, padawans, initiates, and younglings escape Order 66. In the chaos and mess of it all, he finds himself alone with a youngling who’s barely a toddler. He makes a life for himself, for the first year traveling around instead of risking settling and being found. He meets and befriends Wilbur - a spacer with a dream of touring the stars to play his music - during this time. He ends up settling, making a life for himself on a nice mid rim planet, finding a husband and raising his kid. Wilbur shows up one day with a girl of his own, stays a few days, and leaves her with Phil, for reasons he doesn’t quite explain, saying she’ll be safer this way, and it won’t be forever. She’s just as force sensitive as his son.

He joins the rebellion after the Empire takes over his city and forces them to leave - and subsequently blows his cover, matching his scans to the database of Jedi who were never confirmed KIA. He has no reason to not join the rebellion at that point - the main thing that kept him was his family, his children, but now they’re no safer anyways. There’s safety in community and numbers. And he can strike back at the Empire, for what he views as right.

Missa really is the Just Some Guy that Phil married - except for the fact that he’s also force sensitive. During the raid in their home, he’s separated from Phil, Chayanne, and Tallulah, and currently is trying desperately to find his way back to them

Bad runs a shipping company, and has old money, like almost back to High Republic days money. Of course it’s mostly a front for organized crime and mercenary work - mostly hit jobs, assassinations, but that doesn’t mean he won’t branch out. He’s got an extensive criminal record, and is definitely on the Empire’s watchlist - but he somehow manages to get away with it all. He’s very anti-empire, and as much as he’s the head of the company, he delegates the non crucial busywork and takes hits and contracts himself.

Force sensitive, more attuned to those left behind who are one with the force, for some reason. And his race is unknown, but he’s older than he seems (he mostly keeps it secretive for tax evasion purposes, it’s only a little bit because he’s a habitual liar and likes the chaos that causes). As much as his views align with the rebellion, he doesn’t know much of its existence, and the rebellion is extremely hesitant to reach out, as beneficial as him and his resources may be

He meets Tina at a wrong place wrong time sort of moment - she just happened to be trying to get to know an Imperial officer he had a hit on, and came by to visit at just the worst possible moment. The thing is, she wasn’t trying to get to know the guy for any innocent reason - she wants to find a way to join either side of the conflict. Either by schmoozing out enough info to make her important to the Rebels, or establishing connections in the Imperial world.

She ends up working for Bad instead, talked into it after they talk it out, and he doesn’t just kill her to get rid of witnesses. They work together on mercenary work for a long while, which she’s fine with. It’s time spent almost having fun, and she’s a trusted member of the group. She does eventually join the rebellion after meeting Bagi, and it’s easy for her to convince Bad to join the cause once he’s made aware of its existence

Forever! Okay he’s definitely an Imperial politician, kind of similar to Foolish? I’d compare him to Mon Mothma - he’s hardworking, he’s funneling funds to the rebellion, and he’s an idealist who is constantly at odds with what he had to do and what he must pretend to support in order to do what’s best to protect the cause. He will do what needs to be done at the end of the day, and knows the consequences will surely one day catch up, but until then he’ll fight for his family and for freedom. For the rebellion.

He works often with Bad as the main point of contact for his shipping company - and also the main rebel contact. Again, just somewhat based off of Mon Mothma and Luthen from Andor. Bad doesn’t entirely trust Forever, thinks he should be doing certain things differently, gets nit picky with tactics and the way Forever moves his money. Forever finds him a bit extreme in what he’s willing to do, willing to sacrifice, and extremely pedantic. They bicker a lot for two guys who ultimately agree with each other.

That’s all I got off hand for now but please ask me about it please