#these are the species the ocs are btw (in order of when they were mentioned)

[pennysno1fan]

I went on a field trip today and started spouting about moths like the nerd I am... Now suddenly my moth oc is getting a much-needed redesign and some lore PLUS I'm making ANOTHER moth oc. Absolute W for the environmental science nerd with a moth obsession.

[cospinol]

charlotte can i get a like Factions And Locations Overview TM for scverse im trying to decide where my scverse oc would be

YES sorry this took ten thousand years. as you can see i spent most of my time on this ultra high quality map↓. click it to actually see anything on this

theoretically it wraps around, all one sad little planet. OKAY with that visual reference in mind let's do factions/locations !

The northern Four Kingdoms (area labelled West Realm/Rose Domain/East Realm here it doesn't say four kingdoms on it sorry) is the setting of centre of the sun. Verdant & idyllic fantasy kingdom without much intl political clout or significant military power (tho it did recently experience a very bloody civil war); it's united primarily by devotion to sun deity Akadia, who blessed it with the four chosen ones known as sunborn, you know the drill (but even moreso by dislike of the realm due south)

The South Realm (due south of the northern four kingdoms.. you know) has been the fourth of the Four Kingdoms for several centuries, but spent nearly a thousand years as an empire that spanned much of the world; people still often refer to it as the Tasier Empire to this day. Its territory was already much decayed when one of its sovereigns chose to cut his losses and declare allegiance to the high king of the then-Three Kingdoms, but every Tasier king since has had ambitions of reclaiming their former glory, (up to and including their current sovereign Ehen . you may have heard of him). Because of the centuries they spent at best encroaching on the borders of the northern 4k, there's some ultra-enduring bad blood between the two lol

The Illyn Islands/Shallow Sea (east of the 4k) is the only place with more bad blood with the South Realm than the north, lol, the Tasiers have always been at war with all their neighbours but they've REALLY always been at war with the Illyns. The Illyns also spend most of their time at war with each other; it's not really a nation so much as a collection of micro-principalities ruled by dozens(hundreds?) of little branches of the Illyn family. It's also not really a sea; though it does have some larger bodies of water, in many parts the 'sea' that separates its 'island'-principalities is only a foot or two deep, and large stretches of it are actually just dry land. false advertising

The Izar Empire, a dry and arid nation on the east side of the shallow sea, prides itself on being the world's oldest empire, with its royal line going unbroken for upward of two thousand years; whether that's serving them very well is up for debate since that imperial core is historically poorly-governed, and it's supported mainly by the prosperity of semi-independent provinces around its edges + thru trade deals with its little neighbours. Fwiw they do boast of some pretty impressive temples designed by Akadia herself to commemorate where the deities first touched down on earth (though the Illyns contend hotly that Akadia's first step on the planet was actually in the shallow sea)

The most notable of the Izars' more successful neighbours btw are the Moon Twin City-States, the three cities lined up along the eastern edge of the Shallow Sea; they're well-placed b/w the izars/4k/sea and have historically prospered on trade. Also worth mentioning is the Laevin Administrative Region to the Izar's southeast (or kevin to its friends. whatever), a collection of cities ruled by an oligarchic council created specifically with the intention of (profiting by) mediating relations between its neighbours

Due north of all of this btw (chain of islands all across the top of the map, i know they look very great) is Ciellan, a technocracy historically devoted centrally to magical & technological progress, especially piecing together partial designs/ruins of ancient pre-divine machinery/etc. They boast some of the world's best libraries & a great education system but huuuge economic disparity/it’s a miserable place to live for most ppl, and in the past several centuries they haven't advanced much at all. They're the home country of the coalition of architects that worked to create floating cities according to whose blueprints the deities' city was built, and they also later built their own floating city; in retribution moon god Ilida (seeing their 'imitation' city as a slight to his mother's sacrifice) hit them with the first of his three curses upon humanity; this one prevents anyone born in Ciellan or w/ Ciellais ancestry from wielding magic relics in any capacity ww

Anyways, back to main continent, to the east of the Izars is the Aua Empire, which also claims to be the world's oldest empire, and is also technically correct; Aua was founded first, but has spent much of its time split into 1-7 provinces viciously at war with each other. Its sovereignty changes hands often, & it's tradition for its aristocrats/royals to send their children away to be raised by other people so that they can select their heirs with as much objectivity as possible... Aua is resource-rich and largely prosperous despite its political instability; it's currently been under the same very successful leadership for the past few decades, though those current sovereigns are ambitious +tending towards war w/ their neighbours

East of Aua (and west of the four kingdoms) is the Dai Empire, which is referred to as an empire basically as a joke; it's not even really a country, it's scattered with towns and settlements and stuff but they really are scattered and there's no larger governing body of any kind. Dai is commonly considered a land forsaken by the gods both because it's the only area of earth that none of them ever took to/chose to live in/acted as patron to and also bc it has a lot of other weird stuff going on; it's very difficult to navigate and downright impossible to map, a random collection of biomes in random orders that seems to change every time you come back to it. It also has the highest yield of relics (more on them later) than anywhere else in the world, but they're also considered weird/undivine. It's also affected by a wide variety of curses, some divine & some others, also more on those later lol

with factions out of the way we can now do species / special features!!

Human ok you know what humans are. Worth noting that all humans on earth are descended from fish ppl who were given the ability to live on land by the deities, but functionally they're humans yeah

Magic users make up about 30% of the world's population, though it's a hard number to measure since magic here mostly manifests in pretty mundane ways; its three branches are prophecy (visions of the future, to varying degrees), communication (over long distance, & with plants/animals), and body (healing, mainly). It's largely an academic art (healing magic requires an understanding of the medical process you're trying to recreate, star prophecies are more useful with knowledge of standard star charts etc), but there are always little prodigies who can talk to bugs perfectly from birth or w/e. Magic use can manifest in members of any (sub)species !

Relic Bearers are people chosen to take care of divine relics (mysterious objects with some unusual magic property or other, artifacts from the mysterious civilization that existed on earth before current humanity; a handful were discovered by the deities during their time on earth, and the rest were discovered after their arrival and dedicated to a deity by their followers), generally by way of a gentle glow appearing around the relic when the new bearer is in its vicinity. Most relics' locations/bearers are kept track of by the followers of the deity they're devoted to, and bearers generally live a life of relative luxury. Dai relics btw are usually not devoted to any deity/traced by a specific church, tho they’re generally just as potent

Seam Holders are a new phenomenon; about ten years pre-hbtw the first large-scale divine manifestation since the deities left earth occurred, in the form of weather god Aema physically appearing to announce to a whole city that he was dedicating a portion of his power to a human chosen one (Emery Illyn! :)) and that other deities would be following suit soon. Word spread immediately, obviously, since a full-body manifestation/projection a deity hadn't happened since the deities left earth (& it wasn't his real physical form obv, but even a large-scale projection like this is completely unprecedented), and many other deities manifesting to announce chosen ones did follow suit. The mechanic behind this is that those chosen ones are stumbling across 'seams', portions of the deities' power used to 'stitch' the world back together when evil god Jarun tried his best to tear it apart back in the day... 2500 years on those deep-buried seams are resurfacing them again, when a mortal with potential comes across them they enter into a contract with the deity that allows them to channel a pretty big portion of the deity's power+ they get a direct hotline to the deity at all times +can sometimes manifest projections of them. Whee!

Dead Sea witches are a small portion of the population of one small kingdom (Pelagia), who can interact with the ghosts of the creatures that lived in the primordial sea where their dry-land country now exists. Many of them can also interface with a little pocket dimension referred to as the Dead Sea which may or may not be a preserved version of that ancient sea!

Back to more basic stuff, dragons are a human subspecies, who got slightly different biology from regular humans from [perpetually unnamed deity of strength]. Io a pretty typical example; they're blue, their skin is scattered w/ little inset scales, they have big flaps for ears (+sometimes horns), they're several times stronger and more durable than humans

Worms are another human subspecies, optically identical to humans (their skin colour always nearly exactly matches their hair colour, but that's not necessarily a tell) but several times stronger and more durable even than dragons. They're also even more devoted to the pursuit of strength (their deity is battle-focused); while most dragons live as part of regular society, most worms live in travelling mercenary-bands and spend most of their time at war. They have a fun feature where they can regenerate lost limbs (albeit slowly) and relish losing em in battle bc they generally come back stronger

Anemones are the only amphibious species on earth, and aren't considered fully human since they took a slightly different deal from the rest of humanity, which allows them to divide their time between land and sea at the cost of being much more fragile than humans. They come in a fun variety of colours & patterns & often have tentacles for hair :)

Moonblue is the term used to describe bearers of moon god Ilida's second curse upon humanity (this one on the aua empire for its participation in the floating city coalition, but it also affects large portions of the dai empire too because ilida's aim isn't great); it's randomly occurring and not hereditary, & gives its bearers unusual magic powers in exchange for severe physical remunerations. There are a number of other curses that occur in dai w/ similar features, but the moonblue curse is recognizable because its bearers all have blue/white skin and hair

Demons are the result of Ilida's third and final curse (chronologically the first, i'm all out of order here rip), bestowed specifically upon first demon king Ruka+his village+all their descendants entirely for pissing him off on a personal level. This one gives you cute horns + a lifespan about double that of humans, because it really was tailored to piss of one specific guy & most of its inheritors don't consider it a curse / they're essentially just another human subspecies

IS THAT EVERYTHING AHHHHHHHHH... i wish i had cute imgs/chara examples for all these areas/factions. theres also mooore if theres a spot on the map i haven't explained let me know... but that's a general overview :D!!!

[moomingitz]

Your feedback on Crusher's oc is that she doesnt look like a Horse... in a world full of Sonic characters who dont look like a thing like the animals they are supposed to be. This kind of gives your feedback way less credit and more likely that you just are saying bad things about his character because you dont like him. Its not honest its just bitterness and according to others you do attack people's characters a lot if you dont like them

Only that wasn’t the only criticism I gave the character’s design. It may have been a big chunk of it, but I followed it up by saying that it being a poor representation her intended species was not the only reason why that the OC’s character design was just not that good in general. I mentioned that if her overall color palette, silhouette, and attire was at least appealing to look at would be able that I would have been able to overlook the lack of a resemblance to a horse- mentioning Sonic and Knuckles as examples of characters who don’t really resemble the species they’re based off but still have appealing and unique character designs regardless of it. She looks like a plain, generic background Mobian characted used to fill in crowd space in post-reboot Archie, instead of a character with the a major role, resembling an actual horse or not.

I also voiced many times in the before that I do not agree with or like the strict and homogenized design standards that should apparently followed or relied when it comes to designing Mobian Sonic characters. And what I mean when I said the OC had a “Assembly Line” character design, it’s because of this typical kind of base(or something very close to it) I see used a lot in not only Sonic fan characters but in official Sonic media, especially when it comes to the female characters.

Post-reboot Archie did this with a lot of their designs for both their original characters and redesigns of pre-existing characters, and I think it hurt so many character designs that had a lot of potential to be something special.

The whole thing people keep saying how the animal characters in the Sonic universe don’t look a thing like the animals they’re based off is only just not true for most of the characters(at least in the game canon), but it’s a terrible excuse to just not try to make a character at least somewhat unique or appealing to look at. I understand being lenient with insects or weird aquatic animals like jellyfishes, etc, because they would honestly look pretty terrifying if you were to try to be completely accurate with them. But it gets tiring when it’s with like mammals, avian, reptiles, or amphibians, where we don’t only have just real endless real life examples to go off from, but from animation to get ideas or stylistic references from too.

I hate to look like I’m shilling my own stuff, but I can’t use other people’s characters as examples because I don’t have the permission to do so. You can still follow the Sonic style and not sacrifice variety in character design at the same time.

(Though like I’ve said before with the giraffes, I’m not happy with the stick limbs on them and their torsos, so I am going to retool them down the line.)

These aren’t even really major characters, either. They’re side characters I designed. When I was designing them I didn’t just take the most commonly used body base used in Sonic characters that I showed above and just slapped on  some ears and tails shaped like the animals their base off of. I took their body proportions and builds in mind when looking at real life references of their respective animals, and thought of how to best still work within the Sonic aesthetic while still making them unique enough. I thought of how their muzzles would look and differ from other Mobians. I used cartoon versions of their respective species as reference in order to try and get ideas of how to best apply the Sonic style to them without having to use the common standard base above.

And I’m not using my own character designs or saying all of this because I want people to think I’m hot shit. I’m an amateur as far I look at my shit. I’m saying this to show people that you don’t need to be a big geewizz professional to eventually learn how to work around the more simple “SEGA Sonic” design aesthetic without sacrificing diversity in character design at the same. To anyone who has ever felt intimated to deviate from the standard Sonic character base: Shapes, color theory, and references are your best friend.

It’s actually rare that I go and give other fan’s character designs criticism, btw. The only other time I’ve really given someone’s specific character design a harsh detailed critique was a person’s skinny Big the Cat redesign, and I had never even seen the artist or their work before that. Guess what? A lot what I said back then mirrors what I think of this OC’s design and my personal pet peeves when it comes to character design in Mobian Sonic characters. So you’re mistaken if you think my not-so positive opinion of Lutrudis’ character design is because I have a distaste towards their creator. Even if I didn’t dislike her creator I would still think her character design is boring. That’s my honest opinion no matter what my personal feelings are of a particular person. Like I said before, I do think the design does have potential despite it. But it just plays it safe and it ends up holding that potential back.

[thefoodwiththedood]

So I’ve hinted at these guys a couple times in asks and stories, but I’m happy to say I finally got to drawing them! Meet Naj Kar and Anva Evis—powerful warriors, rebel sympathizers, star-crossed lovers, and the parents Cerate hardly got to know.

Pictured here is them when they lived as a pair of smugglers post-Order 66, in an effort to make some cash and distance themselves from their old Jedi identities—more on that in their backstory, though. I of course have to give props to @empress-only-in-name for helping me flesh out their designs a bit with this commission from forever ago—for the longest time I had no idea how these two would look but, with their help and a whole lot of experimenting, I think I finally have a concrete design for them with this one!

All told, I’m super happy with how these guys turned out, but what do you guys think? Do these designs look cool? Do you wanna see more from them? Should I have them come back as Force ghosts and teach Cer the ways of the Jedi order? Send whatever feedback you have my way! :D

Just as with all my OCs, their backstories are under the cut. Btw, Master Sko’dal, who’s mentioned briefly down there, belongs to @deer-head-xiris.

Naj Kar and Anva Evis were both born before the invasion of Naboo—Naj in 36 BBY, Anva in 37—to a Dathomiri witch and an Iridonian couple, respectively. Yet as would become the norm for the rest of their lives, any hope of normalcy was quickly ripped from them. Anva was discovered to be Force-sensitive as an infant, which in turn prompted the Jedi to come and take her away from her parents to their temple on Coruscant. There she was raised under the Jedi’s firm yet unloving hand, learning the ways of the Force and the Jedi code. When she turned thirteen, it was decided that she would enter the next stage of her training, and thus she was placed under the tutelage of the Kaleesh Jedi Master Vortys Banne. as his Padawan.

Naj, however, found himself in a far less hospitable home. He was also discovered to be Force-sensitive at a young age, but before either the Jedi or the Sith could get to him, he was taken by a far more malicious clan—the Hutts. One day, a convoy of Hutt clan slaver ships stopped on Dathomir to refuel, and while they were stopped they took the liberty of ransacking Naj’s village and enslaving many of its inhabitants. In the ensuing years, Naj would be separated from the others, and eventually he would find himself a slave to Marlo the Hutt on Nal Hutta. There, when he was still only a child, Naj was made to fight in gladiatorial combat, due to his species’ reputation as incredible warriors. Miraculously, Naj would survive these fights for years, on account of his natural strength and, of course, with a little subtle help from the Force.

And even more miraculously, it would be this use of the Force that would bring Naj and Anva together. It was 23 BBY—only a year before the start of the Clone Wars. Word had eventually got out that Marlo possessed a Force-sensitive gladiator, and eventually that word reached the Jedi order, who sent Master Banne and Padawan Evis to Nal Hutta to investigate the claims. Sure enough, Naj was fighting when they got there. It was the most surreal thing—a twelve year old boy, barely big enough to fill the armor he wore, putting down men twice his size like it was nothing. Not only that, but he was clearly using the Force, both to enhance his strength and physically move his opponents. Master Banne looked on the boy and saw a potential asset to the Order, but Anva saw past the boy’s strength and saw something else—he was scared. He didn’t want to fight.

After the fight, Banne got straight to negotiating with Marlo about buying the boy his freedom. While he did, Anva went and found Naj in his room—which was less of a room and more of a cell, really. He was a ghastly sight up close: malnourished, bruised and scarred, with striking black tattoos covering every inch of his carnelian-colored skin. When Anva tried to speak to him, he jumped out of fright and averted his gaze from hers. Just as Anva had suspected—the poor kid had learned to fear everyone new person he met. He’d never had a friend—only masters with whips and opponents with blades. Anva kept trying to talk, but it wasn’t until Naj got a good look at her that he started to break down his wall just a little bit. Evidently, meeting another Zabrak—and one as kind as Anva, at that—was just what he needed to feel comfortable. Soon enough, Naj was happy as a clam, and as he and Anva talked more they became fast friends. Why, Anva just couldn’t wait to be there with him as they both grew into powerful Jedi knights.

But, that vision didn’t exactly pan out. After freeing Naj and taking him back to Coruscant, Banne and Anva brought Naj before the council. There, they judged him, tested his midi-chlorian count and everything, but the conclusion they came to was more grim than anyone had hoped. Due to Naj being a member of a species heavily connected to the dark side, as well as being immersed in violence for his whole life, it was decided that Naj couldn’t and wouldn’t be trained as a Jedi. Banne and Anva protested, but they were ignored. Instead, it was decided that Naj would be kept at the temple for his own safety, but he could never be a Jedi. Anva was at first upset at this news, but with time she accepted what she’d been given, and over the next year she and Naj hung out in the temple whenever they could, with her training progressing all the while.

Then, the Clone Wars broke out. Padawan Anva became Commander Evis of the G.A.R., and she began to see her friend Naj less and less in favor of long military campaigns. Yet instead of growing apart, the two began to treat their little time together as sacred, with Anva spending nearly all of her time at the temple with Naj. They’d just spend hours talking—sometimes Anva would read to Naj, as he himself was illiterate, and sometimes the two would share Force tricks they’d picked up, but mostly they’d just talk. Naj would recount the events of his mundane Temple life, and Anva would vent about the stresses of war. In both cases, they talked of how alone they felt. How everyone saw them only as objects or weapons of war. How they felt stuck—isolated, even surrounded by masses of people. When they were together, though...they felt happy. They felt understood. Dare I say it, they felt loved.

Love is exactly what blossomed between them, too. It started out purely platonic, but soon enough things did get physical from time to time—they were teenagers, though, who could blame ‘em? Their few and far between meetings at the temple became secret trysts, known of only by them and a few close friends. They knew what they were doing was dangerous, but for better or worse, their love pushed them to risk it. Eventually, however, the risk came back to bite them. Somehow their secret got out, and word eventually made its way back to Master Banne, who promptly told the council of what had happened. In the ensuing debate about what was to be done next, it was concluded that Naj must have been the instigator of these heinous acts, as surely a padawan on the brink of becoming a knight couldn’t be so vulgar. It was decided, then—Naj Kar no longer had a place in the Jedi’s sanctum.

The next morning, Naj was confronted. Four temple guards came to his door, expecting him to lash out, but Naj already knew what was to come, and so he went quietly with them to the chamber of judgement. There, he was judged by a panel of masters, with Master Banne and a few others also being present. It wasn’t much of a deliberation, though—everyone had already come to an agreement. Before they could deliver their final verdict, however, Anva burst into the chamber, visibly frantic and clearly out-for-blood. Thinking she’d arrived to deliver further evidence against Naj, the council permitted her to speak.

That was their second mistake—their first mistake was ever wronging Anva Evis. With her soapbox conveniently set, Anva proceeded to tear into the Jedi, letting loose all her frustration into one impassioned speech. She berated the Jedi for their hypocrisy; they had become an order of mercenaries serving the dark side, killers in a pointless war, enemies of peace and allies of violence—and they had the audacity to punish an innocent man just for feeling love? She was far less articulated than I put it, though—at one point, when Master Yoda tried to refute her claims, she silenced him by saying, and I quote, “suck my dick, you crusty little goblin”. Vulgar as her speech was, though, its meaning reigned true—the Jedi had no right to punish neither she nor Naj, and she would tolerate their rules no longer. She closed her speech by ripping out her padawan braid, mashing it into the ground with her boot, taking Naj’s hands, and telling the council that, “if loving Naj isn’t the Jedi way, then the Jedi way isn’t my way”. She then pulled him in for a impassioned kiss, and after it was broken she said, “now that is my way”.

The room went silent for a moment—save for Master Sko’dal uttering a half impressed/half shocked “holy shit” under their breath, no one said a word. Finally, after snapping back to reality, Yoda simply furrowed his brow and pointed towards the exit, without another word. Anva responded by flipping him the bird, and as she did, Naj swept her off her feet and bridal-carried her out of the chamber. The two couldn’t help but smile, then laugh at the whole ordeal. Sure, they’d burnt every bridge they’d ever built in one fell swoop, but now they were free to go and do as they pleased—and they’d never felt happier. It was the most surreal thing, them walking out of the temple; they marched out like a bride and groom walking down the aisle, but no one dared cheer for them, lest they face similar banishment. The two were alone, for real this time—but they were alone together.

In the coming days the Republic and the Jedi order would fall, but Anva and Naj were far too long gone to even pay any mind to it. For the next few years, the two would travel the galaxy together, making end’s meet as smugglers with a worn-out old quadjumper and a whole lot of luck. They’d spend most of their days working as smugglers, but they did take days off every once in a while to visit old Jedi friends (ones who weren’t dead yet, anyway) or, when they had some extra credits, go on modest little date nights. It wasn’t a glorious life, sure, but for all the things they didn’t have, they at least had each other.

Soon enough, though, they had someone else along for the ride. Three years after leaving the Order, Anva found that she was pregnant. Though she and Naj both agreed their lifestyle wasn’t ideal for a kid to grow up in, they decided that, like they had in the past, they’d just jump in head-first and hope for the best. Thus, in 16 BBY, Anva had the baby in the back of the quadjumper, with the help of a borrowed medical droid and Naj—they couldn’t exactly go to a hospital, what with them being fugitives and all. They’d decided earlier that, if it was a boy, Anva would get to name him Cerate, and if it was a girl, Naj would get to name her Stella, with the baby taking the last name of whomever won as well. Sure enough, he was a boy, so they decided on the name Cerate Aster Evis—funny enough, though, it wasn’t until he said the name out loud that Naj got the “eviscerate” pun. Anva figured that, if he was going to take her last name, he might as well have some kind of callback to his Nightbrother side.

So for the next four years, Anva and Naj would try their best to raise Cer while also juggling their job as smugglers, going so far as to keep him in the cockpit with them while they worked. Despite the less-than-ideal circumstances, Anva and Naj actually made great parents—they always made sure he had time with both of them, they never let work get in the way of raising him, and they protected him from anything and anyone that would try to harm him. They realized, though, that the last point would only get harder as he grew up; as early as a year old, Cer started showing signs of Force sensitivity. Anva and Naj both knew from their own lives how Force-sensitive children tend to get kidnapped, but nevertheless, they did everything they possibly could have to keep their son safe and hidden.

But it would only work for so long—soon enough, the Sith would find out about Cer. One day, Anva and Naj were contacted about what they thought was a lucrative job opportunity, and seeing as they were low on cash, they naturally took it. When they went to the meeting place their client had specified, though, they were met with something far worse: a hulking figure clad in black armor, wielding a lightsaber. It was an Inquisitor; Anva and Naj had heard about them from their still-living Jedi friends, but they’d never seen one in person. Anva��s first instinct was to reach for her own saber-pike—she’d still kept it retracted on her belt, after all these years—but she decided it would be better to wait before exposing her and Naj. The two silently agreed to play dumb, then, but when the Inquisitor spoke, their hearts sank. She wasn’t after them, she said—she wanted Cer.

When Anva and Naj protested, the Inquisitor ignited her saber and, rather than use it right away, demanded once more that they hand him over. She stepped toward the ship, but before she could get closer, Anva quickly pulled out her saber and sliced off the inquisitor’s outstretched hand in one fell swoop. With a stern voice masking blazing fury, Anva stated, “Stay the hell away from my family”. Yet what the Inquisitor did next replaced all of Anva’s fury with fear—from the stump on her arm, blue and purple tendrils shot out and grabbed the severed hand, pulling it back into place. The Inquisitor inspected the hand briefly, and as she did, Anva realized what she was. She was a Gen’Dai—an alien that, as far as she knew, could never be killed. She wouldn’t be able to win this fight. The best she could do is slow her down but, in the end, there was no way out of this.

Instantly, Anva pulled Naj back into the ship and shut the door. She knew it wouldn’t hold, but it was the best she could think of. All the commotion had woken up a then-sleeping Cer, and he and Naj both stared up at Anva with looks of confusion. Anva didn’t want to say what she had to but, with a heavy heart, she began. She told Naj he needed to run—he needed to take Cer, and find a safe place for him to stay. While he did, Anva would hold the Inquisitor off—fight her as long as she could, just to give Naj and Cer as much time as possible. Naj, of course, protested—he said they could escape together, that he could help Anva fight, but they both knew there was no other way. Finally, after a brief shouting-match-turned-fit-of-tears, Naj agreed. The two tried to maintain their composure for a second, but when Cer asked if everything was okay, they instantly lost it. Not knowing what else to do, Anva and Naj pulled Cer into one last big embrace, telling him that everything would be okay.

Finally, after working up her courage for a moment, Anva stepped out of the ship. She smiled back at Naj and Cer one last time before the door shut again, tears still staining her face. That was the last time Naj or Cer ever saw her alive. Quickly, Naj started the quadjumper’s engines, and he and Cer left the planet for...somewhere. Naj didn’t know where at first, but after some thought, he came up with an idea. He knew he couldn’t stay with Cer either, so he needed a secure place for him to stay—somewhere he could be protected, hidden, and hopefully, never told about the Force. He decided that the best possible place would be on Devaron, with his and Anva’s old Jedi friend, Hes Chaddic.

It was nighttime when Naj got to Devaron, and heavy rain was blanketing the Angel’s jungle hideout. With his son in hand, he knocked on the massive factory door and asked for Hes, who came to greet him only half-dressed and half-awake. As Naj explained his situation, though, Hes perked right up. He told her about the Inquisitor, about Anva’s sacrifice, everything—and he begged Hes to look after Cer. He made it out like it would only be for a few days while he waited to get out of the Inquisitor’s sight, but Hes wasn’t fooled. “Naj,” she said, “we both know you won’t be back”

“I know, Hes,” he replied, his heart in his throat, “That’s why I need you to take care of him.” At this, Hes realized the gravity of the situation. She knew she had no idea how to raise a kid but...she had to help her friend, too. Finally, she agreed. Naj thanked her, and with a final embrace and some reassuring words to his son, he said goodbye. It took him a full five minutes to get onto the ship again—for the longest time he just stood in the doorway, not moving as far as Hes or Cer could see. He was crying still. Finally, with some effort, he boarded the ship, closed the door, and flew off into the night. Cer’s little hand waved up to him, and with a deep sigh, Hes took him inside. Naj would never return.

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Mark Lee Royalty Scenario

Pairing: Mark Lee and OC

Genre: Fluff

seventeenmonstavixen: Can I have a Mark LEE Scenario where your a queen in a different country and is betrothed(you been taught at a young age) to the king of Korea(Mark) and when you finally go to Korea he gets nervous and makes mistakes

In order to keep South Korea and your country allies, ya gotta marry the prince (soon to be king) of South Korea.

Your life is literally a Disney movie.

No joke.

Sipping soup from the side of the spoon elegantly? It was a daily routine for you.

Balancing books on your head? You could do it in your sleep.

Now you have to get married and let’s just say, you’ve never really interacted with the male species.

Other than your father and silent bodyguards, you’ve grown up with people like yourself.

You were educated one on one for years with a strict lady who pranced around with a stick and would always hit yo desk if you got something wrong.

Needless to say, you’re terrified. Bruh, leaving your comfort zone is one thing, but moving to a whole new country with a stranger is pretty damn scary yo.

So fast forward, to you leaving the plane and stepping foot on South Korea. 

In front of you stands a boy. I kid you not a boy.

Just like you, he looked way too young to get married but ya know, what chu gonna do.

He greets you hello and remains silent the whole damn time. 

Not to mention he looked at you once and then looked at everything else but you. 

Damn and you thought your dress was flattering but GUESS NOT FAM.

Y’all get taken back to his palace and you’re thrown around and pampered by yo maids. 

They redo your hair, makeup, and make you put on a hanbok and everything happened so fast, you didn’t even remember to breath.

Then dinner time comes around.

And boy are you excited because food, hell yaaaaaaaaaaa.

You’re gestured to enter the dining room and when ya enter, the large table is full of food and there’s only one person in there.

So now you guys can’t avoid the awkwardness and now ya have to talk.

He hesitates before smiling and then points his hand to the empty chair for you to sit.

Now that you think about it, you don’t even know his name cuz you’ve been referring to him as, “Prince of SK” and “Meanie,” and “Grumpy pants.”

First things first, the food is bomb. Like if royalty means eating delicious food erday, then sign you up for your next life lmao.

Because yo parents and his parents follow traditions, you guys gotta share a room and then y’all are gonna have to live together forever after the marriage.

The dinner was completely silent btw.

Something yo parent’s didn’t warn you about after all these years of princess training is that, you is gonna get lost in your spouse’s palace.

NOBODY GAVE YOU A TOUR AND HOMEBOY JUST GOT UP AND LEFT SO NOW YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO.

All of the maids are busy cleaning up and you didn’t want to bother them so now you’re wandering around and it’s hella confusing cuz there’s a million and one buildings and they all look the same (LIKE HAVE YOU SEEN SCARLET HEART RYEO???)

Since you’ve been wandering around for ages, you decided to give up and hope someone will find you.

In the mean time, you wandered around one of the many super pretty ponds lit by candles.

Keep in mind, this whole place is lit by candles, so let’s just say, the garden path surrounding the pond wasn’t that well lit. 

So while walking around the garden, you stepped on something.

Or should I say someone.

And he didn’t react so well.

Mr. Grumpy pants literally screeched and scared the shit out of you.

Because this is your first time wearing a hanbok, you underestimated how long it was and stepped on your dress while stepping back. 

You ended up falling on yo booty and homeboy just stared at you in shock.

“Why are you here?” The dummy asked while shuffling to his feet.

“WHY ARE YOU LAYING ON THE GROUND????” You shot back while trying to get up but you ended up tripping on your hanbok again.

Idk why it took so long for it to click, but he finally realized he should probably help you up.

Now he’s all flustered and you’re all angry.

He freaks the fuck out and thinks you’re gonna start swinging or something.

He’s repeating, “IM SORRYYY” like a fucking broken record and you can’t help but furrow yo brows cuz this kid weird lmao.

Who knew the soon to be ruler of a nation lies on his garden floor and is afraid of someone like you.

But whateves at least you know he talks.

He’s freaking out even more cuz you look even more angry with your brows and you can’t help but feel really bad.

So you quickly wave it off and say it’s okay because your hanbok cushioned yo fall (they’re so fluffy lmao)

He sighed a huge sigh of relief and then once again, something clicked and he’s all like, “WJY ARE YOU OUT HERE AND NOT SLEEPING SDJFJSKJ”

And you awkwardly tell him yo lost as hell lmao.

So he takes you to the shared room and because it’s traditional South Korea, there ain’t no bathrooms in the room.

WHich means you have to change in the same room as him.

So you grab the dress laid out on the bed and tell him to turn around cuz yo gurl tired and you want to catch dem z’s.

But he stares at you wide eyed and doesn’t understand for a few seconds.

Then once again, he freaks out and literally runs to a corner and sits there while staring at the wall.

You were struggling while putting the hanbok on so obviously it took you ages.

But you finally put it on and you clear your throat to give him to message that he can turn around. 

Which he doesn’t.

So you walk up to him and bend down to see what’s up.

AND HE FUCKING FELL ASLEEP.

So you tap is shoulder to wake him up but he doesn’t budge.

Now you’re thinking, “omg he fucking died.”

So you tap his head and he still dead asleep, so you actually have to slap his head.

He freaks out, you freak out. 

And he gets up but stumbles on his own feet and falls on one knee.

Now he’s fluster and you flustered cuz this is the first time you’ve met a man, not to mention he clumsy af.

So you go on with your night routine and he changes.

Then now y’all go to bed but he’s hugging the edge and so are you, so now there’s 5 feet of empty space between the two of you guys.

So you can’t sleep.

A because this whole experience is mind blowing.

and B because homeboy is sleep talking.

You can’t tell what he’s saying because he’s speaking in two languages,the fuck.

So this whole routine continues for the next week or so and you finally found out his name: Mark Lee.

The wedding ceremony isn’t for another two weeks so it gives you guys time to get use to each other.

Now he actually fully talks (both when he’s awake and asleep) but he’s still clumsy as hell.

Because you’re literally not allowed to leave his side, it gives you a lot of time to notice, he’s actually good looking as hell.

Yo parent’s caught ya a winner, ayeeeeeeeeeeee.

Now it’s getting closer to the wedding and you’ve actually gotten closer to him. 

Instead of going to sleep, he would teach you traditional South Korean games and he’d also tell you folktales and legends which of course kept you up all night.

And in the mornings, he would take you around and make you try a bunch of food.

Now it’s wedding time.

And all you have to say while joining arms with him to unite the two countries is you’re glad fate paired the two of y’all together.

:’)