#twi’leki

[sashketter]

If Howzer was stationed on Ryloth for as long as I think most of us assumed, then he absolutely knows Twi’leki. Maybe he’s fluent, maybe he only knows the curse words, but he absolutely mumbles it under his breath whenever he’s mad, and Rex and Gregor are just like 👀🤷🏻‍♀️

[ranahan]

Headcanon accepted! Mixed ancestry makes a lot more sense than essential sensory organs being sexually dimorphic.

However, if you wanted to use the canon explanation, there could be some subtle quirk in foetal development or an incompatibility between Twi’leki and human genomes, that meant that male foetuses with mixed ancestry were more likely to develop ears rather than cones, even if in aggregate both sexes could develop either cones or ears depending on their specific ancestry.

Btw, I’m loaning this into Mando’a in the absence of any native terms. I think terms for alien physiology (features that were not present in the Taung) would be prime candidates for loan words. I have a similar loan-word etymology headcanon for Togruta montrals, but head-tendrils would probably have a native Mando’a word, for example.

I think it would become either chara (pl. charase) or char (pl. chare), depending on whether the -a would be analysed as a (archaic) plural suffix or not—they do become naturally in pairs, after all. It could even become charan (pl. charane), if people usually spoke about them in plural.

Ears Vs Cones

One of the more well-known physiological characteristics of Twi’leks is the presence of their ear cones or tcharan [sing. Tchara] in the place of ears in some members of the species.

According to the official canon, females have cones and males have lobed ears. This makes very little sense to me. Yes, there are sex-linked traits, genetically, that is a thing. But having sensory organs with completely different functions honestly doesn’t seem reasonable to me, partly because of my head-canons on what exactly tcharan do. It’s safe to assume that if the females are in an environment that requires the functions preformed by the tcharan, then so are the males.

Short version of the above, I came up with ideas that I like a lot better than the official “differently shaped ear-things that work exactly the same as human ears.”

So what do tcharan do?

Keep reading

[blueberry-ry]

Ju’ann

A Jedi in traditional Twi’leki tattoos

[ranahan]

How are Twi’leki born? The skull of a human baby is pretty much exactly the size of the aperture in female pelvis. Having extra appendages on the skull would either get crushed or make the baby unable to get out at all. So are Twi’leki born earlier, or with smaller skulls? Do lekku develop after birth? Or are all Twi’leki births breech births, and Twi’leki lack the specific factors that make that risky for humans? Do Twi’leki have better-trained midwives who are able to minimise complications?

[coffeeandbatboys]

Hello! This is Carol (@clonethirstingisreal) but I can't send an ask from that account.

Congratulations on your 270 followers!!! Thanks so much for doing this event!

I pick Howzer, the #1 and 😜

Thanks so much!!

Thanks for sending in an ask! I threw everyone’s favorite future rebel and past gremlin child Hera in here for plot 😂

Prompt: sending each other little selfies or pictures throughout the day when they’re apart

Alema: Twi’leki meaning Protector. Nerra means Brother.

Warnings: possible itty bitty innuendo at the end if you squint really hard. Reader is Hera’s babysitter/bodyguard/chaperone. Howzer is a smooth and chivalrous little shit

Girls Day (Howzer x Fem!Reader)

“Alema look! Hera shouted, practically dragging you towards the merchant stall that housed racks of jewelry made with braided twine.

You sighed and trotted along behind her.

“Hera if you want me to take you shopping I need my arm in its socket.”

“Sorry. Got a little excited.”

You both scanned the colorful array of handmade jewelry when your eyes landed in a stack of teal bracelets. Hera must have spotted them too because she looked up at you with wide green eyes.

“It’s the same color as Howzer’s armor!”

You smiled and turned to the woman running the stall.

“How much?” You asked.

The woman peered at the teal bracelets you pointed to and nodded. “Four credits each.”

You took out your little pouch and handed her eight credits, slipping one of the bracelets on Hera’s wrist and one on your own.

“Let’s take a Holo for Howzer.” You said, kneeling next to the girl and holding up your wrist. She did the same and gave the biggest grin she could.

You snapped the pic and stood, taking Hera’s hand again and leading her along as you sent the holo.

“Honorary squad members?” You typed, giggling at your own stupid joke.

A few seconds later your comm pinged. A picture of Ballast and Howzer flickered up.

“Nice try. We’ll defend you fine ladies with our lives though. Having a nice girls day, cyare?”

You blushed, still getting used to the nickname. Every time he used it, your insides turned to mush and you couldn’t help but feel like a giddy child.

Speaking of giddy children, you decided that a something cold and sweet sounded very good at the moment.

“Hera, dear. How do blue milkshakes sound?”

If the girl’s eyes could get any bigger, they wouldn’t fit her face. She nodded. “Yes please, Alema!”

After ordering and receiving the drinks, you both sat down in the shade to enjoy them.

You and Hera chatted about her schooling and about your latest project when another shadow loomed over the both of you. Your eyes followed teal and gray plastoid up until they met that beautiful face.

“Afternoon, m’ladies.”

You smiled. “Afternoon, Howzer.”

Hera beamed. “Hello Nerra!”

Eleni and Cham waved to their daughter from the distance, beckoning her over. She scrambled up to leave, but not before giving both you and your trooper a hug.

Howzer chuckled and sat down next to you. You offered him the rest of your milkshake, which he gladly accepted.

"You know, Mesh'la, I had to think about something today."

"Mm?" You hummed, leaning into his shoulder.

"Holos don't do justice to your beauty. I think I'd much rather see you in person."

You giggled and kissed his jaw, right over the scar that sat there. He gave you a cheeky grin and twisted the straw around the cup with his tongue.

"Oh, I think that can be arranged."

Here’s the bracelet that inspired this 😂 you can buy it on Etsy also

[orangez3st]

Your Secret Admirer, H

Captain Howzer × Twi'lek!F!Reader 

Season: Spring - Clone × Reader Prompt-a-thon ✧ @cloneficgiftexchange

Prompt: "Did you get the flowers?" Summary: With the thoughtful bouquet and the bold signoff in the card that comes with it, along with the fact that someone is crushing on you, you think that maybe it's time to let loose a little. And honestly? Best decision in your life yet. Tags: reader is Twi'lek (skin color unmentioned), reader is a school teacher, secret admirer, first date, flowers-centric, Howzer is crushing on you congratulations, I stop writing L clones for once bcs Howzer radiates too much W, domestic coded Howzer, may be a little awkward bcs you both are so smitten w each other Word Count: 5.4k A/N: We need more Howzer stuff in the fandom!!! Anyway the choices are Wolffe, Howzer, and Echo but with this prompt sentence I really saw our good ole Captain Baja Blast 🩵 I hope I depict him well. Enjoy ya lovebirds!

Event Masterpost | Read on AO3 | divider by me

“Hey sweetie!” Your aunt is in the middle of cutting vegetables for dinner when you walk in through the door of the dwelling. “Those are lovely flowers! It was dropped by the door, and I didn't see the culprit. Are you seeing someone?”

The kitchen is bathed with warm golden color as the chronometer displays its afternoon hours – the usual time when you get home from school. You're not a student, you're a teacher. You find the job endearing and you just love to look after Twi’leki children, explaining the whole wide galaxy and its works to them. Or at least, the part where as if it isn't tainted by the war.

And you find contentment in that. It's enough for you to enjoy your day to day routine, and you haven't found the appeal to go out and spend hours long into the night hanging out with your friends or coworkers.

So when your aunt mentioned flowers with the ridiculous question that held curiosity upon the mere prospect of you going out – the very opposite of your actual situation – you can only feel your mind go blank.

“Huh?”

Your aunt groans. It's a mixture of disappointment and mock exhaustion at your befuddlement. “Is the weather too hot for you that your brain is clogged? It's spring!” she playfully chides, as she moves around the kitchen carrying containers of cut ingredients, pale aquamarine skin glowing in the Rylothian golden sunlight that streams in through the window. “The flowers, sweetie,” she tries again, glancing at you and cocking her head to the next room over, “I put them on top of the drawer. It came with a card too which I absolutely haven't read.”

You manage to shake yourself out of your confusion thanks to more given context as you make your way. “Makes you sound like you’ve already read them, Aunt.”

“No, I really haven't. Didn't. Really!”

As if it's not making her more suspicious that she already did. But your aunt always respects your privacy despite all the teasing. Thankfully.

You march to the living room, separated by a wall and with a turn of the head, you see the flowers.

It's sparsely arranged, each flower and leaf cluster creating a bouquet directed for someone with a free spirit that binds to no strict rules. It, too, shows in the color choice for the flowers. Bright colors; yellow, rouge, and lilacs, among a cluster of pale green almost greyish leaves and lighter green ones. The composition is obviously mostly flowers, and the variations look thoughtfully planned. All is inside what seems to be a far cheaper vase that's chosen solely for functionality over aesthetic.

Ryloth is a planet of desolate terrain with a harsh sun, so naturally grown flowers are somewhat uncommon. The farmers grow them in several greenhouses scattered throughout the city, and when spring comes, the part of the town where you reside with your aunt always rejoices that it holds a mini spring festival.

On your way home, you see many flower garlands above the front door of each dwelling of your neighborhood. Even you saw some children managed to convince one or two clone troopers that are stationed in your neighborhood to wear either flower crowns or floral necklaces. It's a beautiful sight. You admire flowers, and getting one out of nowhere strikes you in a pleasant surprise. In such a special season too, at that!

Just like your aunt told you, the bouquet comes with a flimsi card. Traditional, old school style. A hole is punched through it, and it's tied around the neck of the vase with a teal ribbon that goes the opposite way of the sweet floral palette, and thus catches your eye. Tenderly, you reach out with your fingers, careful to not rustle the jutting leaves and petals of the arrangement, opening the card as delicately as you can so you may read the content.

Hello, The local spring festival intrigues me and is beckoning me to explore it. If you're free tonight at 2000, are you willing to go with me? I'll meet you at the birch tree in your neighborhood’s courtyard. Your secret admirer, H

As you read the card, you go through a handful of emotions. First you're confused, then you grow even more confused almost in disbelief, and you almost lose it to the fact that whoever sent you this bouquet knows where you live. Not to mention the signoff where there's only one letter of their initial that's adding a mysterious air around this attempt to approach you.

Your aunt appears next to you, making you flinch and fumbling to hide the card away from her sight. Her lek twitches in mirth, the gentle wrinkles in her face stretch as she grins teasingly at you. “So is it an offer to go out on a date?”

“How did you even know it's a date offer?!” you whisper-shout, half panicking.

“Oh sweetie, I'm not born yesterday.” Your aunt rolls her eyes, enjoying your reaction to the entire situation where honestly she's happy because finally you're going out. “I've had my fair share of receiving messages like that! I’d been young too, you know.”

“They asked me to meet tonight in the courtyard,” you say, hesitance seeping into your tone. You watch your aunt return to the kitchen, and a sigh makes a way out your lips. “I just don't know if it's safe.”

No you've never been catfished… but still, if this is a prank by your coworkers you're absolutely not coming in tomorrow.

“Sweetie, that part of the town is the safest with all the clones standing guard like it's a Senate session,” your aunt chuckles, “And it's gonna be really rude if you refuse, no? It's not like you can reply that you're refusing.”

You hate how right she is. Maybe you're not afraid of being catfished. Maybe you’re just afraid of being disappointed all the same by someone who would just… not meet your expectations somewhat. And that courtyard is a safe area. There are always clone troopers in teal markings standing guard, sometimes briefly interacting with the locals before returning to their posts.

Before you let yourself mull and stand there longer like an idiot, you're bounding up the stairs to your room, the polite writing on the card filling your current jar of thoughts. You're skimming through your rather adequate and day-to-day wardrobe when you begin to wonder who is H? Because you don't happen to have neighbors or coworkers whose names start with an H. This must be someone you haven't met, or you've been introduced to, but you forget.

But they said they're your secret admirer… that means they've only seen you from a distance.  This is someone who hasn't dared to approach you – maybe for a while now, maybe not – and has just found their courage now. In perfect timing, with the mini spring fest and all! You wonder if they've been waiting for the occasion, and you almost nonchalantly think that if they (or you, really) butcher the date, at least the place where the date is happening is pleasing for the eye, still.

You shower, and then have dinner with your aunt. It's a little unusual that the date is not all about having a one-on-one dinner. That makes you wonder about the chosen time. Is it because of their job, that they're only out at that time?

You put your nicest dress on tonight. It's a shade of white that compliments your skin, and you decide to put on a rouge lip stain that happens to be a similar shade to the flowers your mysterious admirer gifted you. It still makes your stomach flutter at the gesture – it's very sweet of them. You wonder if they are actually this kind and sweet personality, and that this is not merely lovebombing acts?

While you spritz your perfume to your neck and double-check if your headband isn't inside out, Howzer has just walked out of his unit's barracks and into the night. Warm Rylothian air is everyone's pleasant and warmly welcomed company tonight, as the mini spring fest is already going on in one of the squares. He checks in with the men by the entry before marching out of the compound, nodding at his men along the way in greeting and shaking his head a refusal when some holler in invitation for either sabacc or ale.

No, he's got a date tonight.

Howzer hasn't gone for a while. Quite a while. His confidence was somewhat dwindling some time ago, but seeing how his men sometimes are in company of someone now, and he just knows those particular men are just ridiculous and worse in every way (affectionate), he figures he can do better. He's a captain, anyway. He definitely hasn't lost his charm and definitely can do better.

It's just a shame that the Republic wouldn't mass-produce civvies for clones. Like, a set of shirt and jacket and trousers would be nice. Even with the GAR insignia slapped onto the entire back of said jacket and said shirt. Heck, maybe even on the butt cheeks of the trousers. Both leave and officer uniform look ridiculous on him (not to mention it comes with a hat that would mess up his pomade-styled hair) so he resorts to his teal-marked armor tonight. Cleaner, shinier. In need of paint retouch, but leaving it look weathered as it is is way more appealing.

He's out on a date with you. You're basically his crush and he better puts on a nice first impression. Dirty pieces of plastoid on his body won't definitely do him any better.

Helmet clipped to his belt, Howzer powers through your neighborhood. It may sound weird that he knows where you live, but you're Hera's teacher at the school she's attending, so identifying the name and address of every person that Hera knows or knows Hera is mandatory. His steps firm and confident, he's trying to let himself relax so he won't stumble over his own words later when talking with you.

And stars, how he's eager to finally talk to you. He's been observing you from a distance while waiting for Hera to come out of school so he can escort the kid home because that child can be an escapee menace (affectionate). You always smile (not at him, that's obvious), trading kind words with the parents either about grades or current happenings or general concerns, waving at the family when they part with the school gates. Your sweet laughter made his breath hitch one time when you turned around and happily accepted a kid who launched themselves into your arms.

Letting out a sigh to relieve the last of his tension that latches onto his shoulders, Howzer increases his speed, intending to be the first one to reach the birch tree he'd mentioned in his card that came with the bouquet he dropped at your dwelling and wait for you.

What he doesn't expect is catching sight of you also heading towards the tree from another direction – your house. His heart soars. Good timing. Neither is late, which is saying something. Saying something more about you. You're punctual. It's expected since he knows you're always about timing, and Howzer likes it already.

A single breathy laugh tumbles off his lips as he drinks you in from that distance, he's slowing his pace while you look kind of… timid, almost hesitant. Wary of your surroundings, despite his men being stationed nearby to provide security. Nevertheless, his chest buzzes with excitement and pleasant surprise seeing that you look divine in your white dress. Complimenting the shade of your skin that he always thinks about when he lies on his cot every night, it is modest and not too revealing – proper for a first date. Your headband is different from the modest ones you usually wear at school; this one is embellished with beads that makes your skin glow underneath the moonlight, and your tattooed lekku are flowing freely, unbound, reaching your waist.

Howzer waits until you're settled in one of the benches. Then, with his hands by his sides, he approaches you with the most charming smile he can muster.

And of course you observe him. At first you're struck frozen because you didn't expect one of the clone soldiers, sans helmet, walking towards you with a smile. What's the smile for? He's here to tell you off, right? Wait no, this is public space. And his teal pauldron makes him a little intimidating–

“Good evening, ma'am.” His voice, pleasant and deep in a way that turns your stomach into a whirlpool of flower petals with butterflies bursting out of it, instantly stuns you in your seat. “Did you get the flowers?”

You coming indicates you read his card. It doesn't mean you get his flowers. Stars, he hopes someone didn't snatch them away straight from the vase or his question would be really awkward.

And with that, it clicks with you. The teal markings. The teal ribbon. A clone and a really stupidly impossibly charming one at that is taking you out for a date. It's his hair. It's definitely his hair. Or maybe the teal. You like teal. A mix between blue and a smidge of green, a whimsical shade of color that one finds it hard to find in nature. Or maybe the smile. Definitely the hair and the smile. And his voice.

Maker, you must've looked stupid sitting there with your lips falling open. Warmth swiftly floods your cheeks, both in embarrassment and undeniably charmed (and no, you’ve never known what they look like under their helmets – now you do).

“...Oh,” breaks out of you, and you clear your throat, along with your head, to regain your composure and remember his question. “Um, yes I did.”

The flowers are from him. This trooper.

“Did that… bother you?” the armored man asks almost hesitantly, one hand coming to flick dust off his vambrace to ease his nervousness. “The gesture, I mean?”

“No!” you say quickly, refusing to let him get the impression that you're offended at all, “No, I like the flowers. I love them,” you declare, “It's in my living room. They’re very lovely. Um. Thank you.”

Seeing the little, sheepish smile blossoming in your lips sets Howzer's confidence alight once more. He offers you his hand, his black gloves are still on – the notion prompts you to stand up and meet him.

There's a part of you that's disappointed about it – a little part of you that wants to feel the warmth radiating from his palm, rough from so many experiences in battle.

Nevertheless, he smiles as he introduces himself, “Captain Howzer.” Oh, he mentioned his rank. He's not supposed to – he'd only wanted to just say his name only. Curse this old habits die hard thing. “Glad to finally meet you. And to know you properly, by introduction.”

At this proximity, with both of your hands still joined together, you take a brief moment to study his sharp features. Faded haircut. Scar on his left cheek. Warm amber brown eyes that cut deep into your soul and glimmer with awe as he, too, takes you in.

“Likewise, Captain,” you finally reply, managing a polite smile yourself. You wonder if he actually smiles easily, because he doesn’t hide it when you mention your name (something that he knows already), or it's just solely because of you. You let go of his hand, and immediately hold it together in front of you as you attempt to strike up conversation. “Have you… served here long in Ryloth?”

The question makes him feel a twinge in his jaw. “My unit and I have served since after the Ryloth campaign,” Howzer replies anyway, the kindness in his tone remains as he indulges your question, “But if you don't mind, I'd like to cease talks about war. It's a date between two people, after all. We should talk about ourselves.”

He watches the way your face falls and then gradually brightens up at his words. It makes him chuckle quietly to himself – the way the corners of your lips are pulled upwards and your eyes shine, your entire demeanor shifting as if regarding his words like a cadet brightening up when gifted a candy by one of the trainers… you're adorable.

“Right,” you say, throwing him a massive smile and shoulders rising to your ears in a deep breath before exhaling. It seems that your nervousness has faded into the background. “Sooo I guess, now that topic is coming to a close I would say… thank you for your service?”

Howzer lets out a laugh this time. “You're too kind.” He shakes his head, but then nods once in thanks. “Just doing our duty.”

“Yeah, but still,” you awkwardly chuckle, letting go of the tension that lingers on your shoulders and the air around you. You decide to bring up the first question that's been plaguing your mind today, “So how do you know me?”

The Captain lightly shrugs. “I always see you when I go for my escort duty.” Subtly, he gestures to the bench while muttering sit down?

Yeah, you reply, and you both do. Smoothing your dress over your knees as you face the man, you frown, eager to follow this conversation. “Escort duty?”

“For Hera Syndulla,” he nods. He's sitting upright as if per regulations, but you don't mind. “I serve the family, too. Her father and I work together.”

“Ah right, yeah. Hera.” The girl – that very embodiment of good-natured curiosity with never-ending spirit. You smile fondly. “She's a bright young girl.”

Howzer glances to the side, guilt sitting on his stomach as he gets reminded of the kid's misadventures and how often he catches her while doing so with her droid, before meeting your eyes again, smiling guiltily. “I hope she's not too much.”

You laugh, the sound a pleasant melody to his ears. “Never. I've been in worse situations involving children that are worse than Hera Syndulla. The girl is barely scratching the surface of my patience.”

That adds tons to his already existing admiration for you. Your sudden burst of confidence is having an effect on him – it's infectious, and it comforts him knowing that you're now less tense and in the zone with him.

“I just… sometimes I admire you from a distance.”

It's a relief to finally get that out of his chest, and your reaction – lips parted slightly in surprise and he can see your cheeks darken in color – only prompts him to carry on.

“When you're out of the school building, taking the children to their awaiting parents outside the school gate so they won't be alone.” His heart warms while reminiscing those tender moments. Enjoying the way you just adorably blink your stupor away, Howzer concludes, “You seem like a very kind person.” Then his own cheeks are heating up. “I'd like to know more about you, if you'd like.”

His gentle cadence is melting you inside and out. The Captain's voice has a gravelly quality to it, but it's pleasant to your ears, like you want him to tell stories all day long. Perhaps on a picnic somewhere near the lake. Lying down on the soft blanket, you by his side, your hand in his and you can finally relish every crease of his warm hand, free of gloves, with the tip of your fingers.

The thought makes you eager. He's polite. His eyes never seem to judge you. He keeps his distance in the sake of leaving you comfortable in your own space, just sitting about two feet away from you, your knees and his knee guards are an inch away from touching.

Accepting that invitation on the card – his invitation – would be one of the best decisions you've made in your life yet.

“I think I'd like that,” you decide, and in all your goodness you also decide to leave a disclaimer before burying yourself deep in a hole under a tree “I’m so sorry. I don't go out that much.” You can feel your lekku grow a little flushed. “Not really good at this, to be honest.”

The Captain raises his eyebrows, the amber in his eyes glinting with tease. “With my captain duties, you think I go out often?”

You laugh. “I see your point!”

“We can take it slow,” he offers, a kind smile plastered on his face, “If you're not comfortable with anything, just say no. I'll be fine with it. No offense taken.”

You feel like swooning again at how he treats you politely. No one who's been together with you ever did that – cruel world, but your world already seems much brighter with this man and his charms in front of you. “Alright then, Captain.”

“Please,” he insists hurriedly, “It's Howzer. ‘Captain’ is what my men call me. You're not one of them.”

Feeling how intimate it is already to be allowed to call him by his given name, you abide eagerly. “Okay, Howzer.”

At the way his name rolls off your tongue, his chest is bursting again with immeasurable joy. Howzer decides then; if he enjoys this too much, you both would be stuck here all night. Conversing with you is pleasant; he loves the way he always makes you awestruck at his declarations (and because he knows he's got charms thank you very much) and he's not letting this go as a one-off. Absolutely not. So on that note, you both should really be going on that date to that flower festival by now.

He gets to his feet, plastoid armor jostling and clicking against one another as he goes. Then, with another smile of his, Howzer offers you his hand. “Shall we go, ma'am?”

As you place your hand in his, he wishes you'd giggle beforehand. He's heard your laugh, your chuckle, but if you'd allow him, he would like to hear a series of adorable giggles tumbling off your lips, your voice intone a symphony of bliss at his presence. He hopes he can and will entertain you to the fullest just so he can hear it from you.

With about five pairs of thumbs up coming from his men who'd definitely been eavesdropping for fresh gossip material among their ranks, Howzer leads you out of the premises, your hand still in his. Every littlest squeeze from you sends an electrical jolt straight to his heart, fueling it to beat faster for him to accommodate the excitement he's beginning to feel.

As you trek, rows of dwellings to your left and right are alight with soft amber, flower garlands still hung above the doorway. The square isn't that far, and you both come to an unspoken agreement that you'd like to let this quiet moment stretch longer, to give you more time to enjoy each other's company in the quiet, hand in hand. Howzer looks at you, watching you glancing at the flowers, various shades of red and yellow and pink, and pulls you slightly closer so he can slip your hand around his arm instead.

Even though it lacked words, you blush at the notion, and promptly catch up. With a smile you throw at him (that's positively making him swoon inside), you shift closer to where it's comfortable because you know Howzer would keep you safe, and adjust to link around his arm properly. Cold plastoid meets your touch, and you resort to clinging onto the black body glove in the crook of his elbow – the closest you can get to touching skin to skin.

“I mean it when I say the flowers are lovely,” you declare, grabbing Howzer's focus on you again. “Lilac is one of my favorite colors.”

Howzer grins, satisfied. “A good coincidence.” Not really. He sees you wear this lilac blouse twice every week. In his eyes, not only it compliments your colors, you look too beautiful to live above the desolate plains of Ryloth. You deserve to live somewhere with more greens. Somewhere with… less aggravated war efforts. Howzer smiles at you, prompting with a slight wave of his hand, “Tell me more about it?”

Appreciating his cue and curiosity, you dive into your opinion, considerably gentle to let him catch up. “It's soft. Soft-looking. There's something about lilac that soothes me somehow,” you say, “I saw somewhere in the holonet that the color lilac means calm, so I guess that makes sense. It's one of those colors that triggers the emotional soft side, too. And uh…” you pause to gather your scattered knowledge inside that head. “I guess… early romance.” You gulp, feeling your cheeks flush further. “If I'm not mistaken.”

Howzer chuckles at the coincidence, his confidence boosts him to once again declare, “Then I suppose it might line up with my intentions.”

And he enjoys the way you look away from him and from where he can see thanks to his taller stature, your cheeks are positively darkening. Oh how much he'd love to continue making you blush like that – you're a beauty in his eyes, inside and out. Your charm and kindness have enchanted him – the little part of him that longs for domesticity. The little part of him that wants to wind his arms around you tight and never let go, spinning you around before kissing you on both cheeks, his heart fluttering to every chime of your happy laughter.

He breaks himself out of it and leaves it on the back burner, smiling down at you to pick up the conversation again. “What about yellow?”

“Ah, the color of joy,” you chuckle, your eyes reflecting the street lights as you lock gaze with him, “I love the shape of the petals in your flowers.”

Howzer nods. Copy that. “Do you like flowers?” he asks again, “Not in general terms, I mean, are you passionate about it?”

“I appreciate and love whatever someone gives me. Flowers, especially. There’s something intimate about it even though it wilts and dies not long after,” you chuckle. Howzer watches a little frown emerging between your brows, the light in your eyes shift almost challengingly as your lips form a question directed at him, “Do you know there's a whole dictionary about the meaning of flowers?”

No, but he'd love it so much to be enlightened by your vast knowledge. “Each type of flower has different meanings?” he eagerly follows up, “Tell me about it?”

You nod, smiling. “It's mainly for communication purposes. If you're trying to tell someone how you feel or if there's a message you want to convey, you use certain flowers in your bouquet that precisely interpret your message, and then you give the bouquet to them.”

Now that is interesting. Intriguing. He'd try that. “Is there any reliable source I can get my hands on?” he asks again.

You throw him a deadpan look. “Sir, I read all that in the most open source we all can get our hands on. The holonet.”

The combination of your witticism and knowledge drives a laugh out of him. “Of course.”

“Or you can ask a florist or the farmers,” you grin, taking in his crow's feet and charming smile that never seems to fade since the first moment of your meeting.

The mini festival is looming closer in the distance, and you both never seem to realize how much time has passed. Howzer realizes time passes too quickly for his liking, the disappointment settling in his stomach before he brings himself to realize that this… this may be a good sign. You loosen up around him, enjoying his company. And he knows well he enjoys yours too.

A group of children run past, laughter shared among themselves as they hold sparklers in their hands, and they adorn these little flower crowns that circle their forehead and lekku. You melt inside seeing them – even you recognize some of them as your students – and before you know it the festival is right up ahead, held inside one of the greenhouses in the town. A vast field of flowers of various colors highlighted by floor lighting creates a romantic atmosphere and is waiting for you to explore – both of you to explore.

“Miss! Miss!”

You turn around to a series of voices calling out your name, and Howzer smiles as he watches you visibly brighten up to accept some of the Twi'lek children launching themselves into you – you give the best hugs! They praise you how you look beautiful in your dress – children’s adoration is the best – and the only thought running around his head as he gazes adoringly at your cascading lekku and the lace embellishments in your dress is nothing but agreed ad'ike agreed.

One of them comes forward and thrusts a flower crown in your face, and you, giggling in surprise and understanding the gesture, nod and accept to be crowned, even bowing your head to make the little ones’ work easier. In Howzer's eyes, with the big burly roses and the accompanying little white flowers now adorning your head, you look like you're ascending to the throne itself – an image of nurturer’s beauty that earns endless adoration and praise, the little touch of nature's flowers adding to the ethereal image.

One of the children stares dumbfoundedly at him with big wide eyes and gaping mouth.

They begin pointing their fingers at him. “MISS WHO IS HE?”

“MISS IS HE YOUR BOYFRIEND?” another squeaks.

You giggle. Howzer feels warmth sizzling in his chest. You giggle! The pleasant sound he's always wanted to hear! Other than that, his cheeks are undeniably burning with the unexpected teasing, although fully laden with children's innocence.

“This is Captain Howzer,” you introduce curtly, taking the comment in as if he already is your boyfriend, and you're grinning almost mischievously as you trade a look with him. “Why don't you ask him?”

“MISTER CAPTAIN IS SHE YOUR GIRLFRIEND?”

He lets out a laugh, the warmth in his cheeks hasn't vanished yet. “We'll see how this evening goes, yeah?” he flawlessly indulges them, “Wish me luck?”

“YESSS!!!”

Then they bid goodbye and run away.

Howzer helps you back on your feet, warmth emanating from his gloved hands as he holds you, bathing himself with how you look glowing and elated after the interaction. Your attention now zeroing on him and in the moment, you pout apologetically, “I'm sorry about them.”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “Don't be. They're adorable, as do you.” The praise flies easily out of his mouth because that's the only truth there is. And seeing the way your cheeks flush with color is doing something to him – he's going to love teasing you just to see you blush like that. “If you don't mind, I'd like to send more flowers your way.”

You look up at him, surprised, and flattered at the possibility of having more bouquets dropped on your doorstep, or perhaps the man himself dropping by your dwelling late at night to deliver wildflowers he’d picked during his patrol duty with a sweet smile… and perhaps a kiss to the cheek. It makes your breath hitch. “Really?”

Howzer nods firmly, smiling softly at you. “It’s springtime. I just never thought Ryloth could grow so many beautiful flowers. The colors, the shapes. When it decorates any kind of surface it makes them look… nicer.” His eyes dart to the flower crown sitting atop your head. “And you look beautiful in them.”

With your hand still in his, he brings it up to his lips – they're warm on your skin, and your craving to feel him is finally satiated.

“I’d… love that, Howzer,” you breathe out your response as you're already breathless from the gesture, your cheeks hurting from smiling too wide and your chest constricting with ecstasy. “And when spring is over? Are you ready to go toe to toe with some Rylothian hot summer?”

Howzer lets out another laugh, the sound envelops your heart like a promise of comfort and a future full with wholesomeness. He's thoughtful, polite, and treats you like a goddess already to the point you can't believe how such a man with such qualities could end up admiring you so much.

He leans in closer to you, allowing you to drink in the amber of his eyes. “I’d love to go through any season as long as it's with you.”

Taglist: @yoursrosie @msmeredithrose @hellfiresky @filamentlights @heidnspeak @lucyysthings

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[yoitsjay]

Not my gif, found on pintrest

Hazard Response Squad

Pairings: none

Summary: Hazards introduction to my little blog, enjoy thirsty hoe's.

Warnings: cannon clone wars violence, use of Y/n, Hazard's perspective.

Word count: 1,250

Hazard Devider made by @moosgraphics

Blasterfire, screams, shouts of pain or shouts of orders filled the surrounding area, Commander Hazard stood at the forefront of the fray, his duel carbine blasters secured tightly in his grip as he crouched behind a large rock and surveyed the battlefield. The air was thick with smoke and the acrid tang of blood and fire, casting an eerie, hazy light over the chaos.

“Commander, it's Palo, we’re getting pinned down near the eastern flank!” shouted one of the clones’ voice crackled through Hazard’s helmet, his voice was strained but resolute through the comm-link. Hazard’s helm tilted slightly as he processed the information, his mind racing with Ideas. He pursed his lip, and grumbled out a command

“Trooper, we can’t afford to lose that position,” Hazard replied, his voice calm yet imbued with an edge of urgency. “Redirect the 3rd squad to reinforce the eastern perimeter. Have them deploy smoke grenades and droid poppers to create cover.”

“Yes, sir!” Palo responded, and Hazard could only hope that Palo managed to secure the eastern flank… Where was Iarni when he needed her?

Lieutenant Ruzze, Hazard’s second-in-command, approached, his face set in a grim expression. “Commander, we’re facing heavier resistance than anticipated. The enemy’s advancing with armored support, and our anti-tank units are running low on ammo.” Ruzze explained to Hazard as he knelt down where Hazard was, laying down some helpful cover fire.

Hazard sighed but nodded, his eyes scanning the horizon where the enemy’s armored vehicles loomed ominously. “What if we divert the reserve platoon to engage those tanks? We need to buy time to reload our own tanks, or get reinforcements.” he suggested. Ruzze hummed, pursing his lips slightly before sliding his bucket back onto his head, his gaze through the visor met Hazard’s with a mixture of respect and concern relayed through body language. “And if we can’t hold them off?”

“Then we fight till the last man is left standing.” Hazard replied, his tone resolute. “But we’re not going to let them break through without a fight. Because the General is coming back and she's gonna bring her fury on these seppies. She won’t let us down.” Hazard stated, hearing Ruzze hum in disbelief. Yet he nodded and rushed back to his other position to enact the new orders

Hazard turned his attention to his combat medic, Lizz, who was helping wounded soldiers to safety. “Lizz, I need you to organize a triage station behind the main lines. Make sure the medics get to the most critical cases first. We can’t afford to lose any more of our own.”

Lizz gave a firm nod in response. “Understood, Commander. Already on it.” the clone medic answered.

With a final, encouraging glance at his battalion, Hazard took a deep breath and braced himself, though just as he was about to step out from his cover rock, a drop ship and several bombers flew overhead, dropping bombs on the approaching separatist tanks, pushing back their efforts and giving Hazard’s men some room to breath.

He stepped out as the dropship landed, and approached as he pulled his helmet off, holding it against his hip as the doors of the ship opened, revealing his yellowed, tall and regal general. She grinned at him, approaching him with someone else by her side. “Commander Hazard, sorry we’re late, the council decided I needed a padawan, so meet Padawan Y/n” Iarni greeted, gesturing to the young adult next to her. Y/n waved, albeit a little shy it seemed, and Hazard nodded his head as a greeting, now walking by his generals side.

“I’m not getting demoted, am i?” He asked teasingly, hearing his Twi’leki general snort. “Of course not, Commander, I can't afford to lose my most trusted Commander.” She replied teasingly. Howzer just rolled his eyes and led her back to the main camp.

“We had to redirect forces to the southern flank, and I sent the reserve platoon to fight off the advancing Tanks.” Hazard explained, stopping once he reached the center of the small camp, Iarni hummed, rubbing her chin for a moment as she thought of a plan. “Alright, you and the padawan will go reinforce the southern flank, our reinforcements will hold the line here, and I will go help take down those tanks.” Iarni stated. Hazard nodded his head.

“Aye aye General, see you when the battle is over.” Hazard grinned, Iarni placed her hand on Hazard’s shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Be safe, Do aay. And teach my new padawan a thing or two.” Iarni instructed before she walked to the drop ship and took off to reinforce the reserve platoon.

Hazard slid his helmet back onto his head, then turned to the padawan Iarni left behind. “Have you ever been in a battle, kid?” Hazard asked, seeing Y/n glare lightly. “I’m not a kid, and no. But I've been trained for it.” She stated, and hazard hummed.

“Nothing teaches better than the battlefield.” He mused, and gestured for the padawan to follow him and a small squad to the southern flank, where he yet again re-entered the battle. Even though Y/n had little battle experience Hazard wouldn’t lie when he thought they could definitely hold themselves in a battle.

“hey look brothers! It's the Hazard response team!” One of the clone troopers shouted, and a chorus of cheers followed suit. Y/n looked up to Hazard with an eyebrow raised. “Hazard response team?” they asked, and Hazard huffed. “I didn’t name it that, the boys did after my small company keeps saving their asses,” he replied. Y/n just hummed, then jumped forward to continue fighting.

And soon the battle was over, with smoke fading from the sky as fires were put out, and tanks were destroyed. patrols were sent out to defend the perimeter and canyons, though hazard, his company, and Y/n regrouped with General Iarni back at the camp.

Iarni smiled as she turned to look at her commander, and padawan, and bowed in greeting. “Glad to see you both unharmed. Let’s make our way to the city, your men have their new orders.” Iarni stated, and Hazard nodded his head. “Yes General, should I get the drop ship ready?” He asked, and Iarni nodded.

Y/n and Iarni watched as Hazard turned and walked towards the nearby drop ship.

“Well he’s definitely one hell of a fighter.” Y/n mused, and looked up at their master, who just smiled. “he’s more than a fighter, padawan. He's a lover, a caregiver, a brother, and a paternal figure to all the men in our battalion.” Iarni stated, sliding her hands behind her back as she began walking forward with her padawan, who hummed. “A lover huh?” they muttered under their breath, though Iarni just smirked, reaching the drop ship and taking Hazard’s extended hand, since he was offering to help her on board she couldn’t refuse.

Hazard then extended his hand to Y/n, who smiled bashfully as they grabbed his warm firm hand, feeling him pull them up onto the dropship before steadying them beside him as they tumbled slightly.

Iarni raised an eyebrow at Hazard, who just shrugged, making the general snicker, but said nothing else as the drop ship took off towards the planet’s city.

Y/n stared up at their Commander, pursing their lips as they studied him… and…

You couldn’t help but wonder, just what this handsome clone Commander had in store for you.

[weirdo-from-bonesborough]

You think Hera taught Jacen Ryl/Twi’leki?

[askbensolo]

As it turns out, Rey was 100% the person to go to for the Gaya lore. I holocalled her last night and she told me all about Gaya’s rise to Twi’ktok fame a couple years ago, Gaya’s provocative ad campaign for Big Bantha Dairy that angered parents and conspiracy theorists alike, and, of course, Gaya’s long-standing feud with Tay’lor Spiff. And then the discourse about whether Gaya accurately portrays the Twi’leki experience or if she romanticizes and commodifies a species that has already endured a long history of commodification, and whether Gaya should have released a statement of condemnation when Gaya Girlies started making their own “headtail hats” and cosplaying as Twi’leks.

One of the songs on Gaya’s album is about a special rock from Ryloth called Haneya…except multiple Rylothians have come out and been like, “Yeah, we don’t actually have a legend about an ancestral stone, Gaya totally just made that up.” To which Gaya Girlies responded, “Noooo, you don’t understand, Haneya is actually a metaphor for Gaya herself and how she feels displaced and disconnected from her heritage!!!”

I thought I’d be bored by all this celebrity drama, but I. Am. Fascinated. I haven’t even listened to the full album yet.

I asked Rey if she was a Gaya Girlie. She rolled her eyes and said, “Yeah, right. Only when I was a kid.”

When she was a kid. Right. Classic thirteen-year-old.

I wonder what Fannie thinks about Gaya, being a Rylothian Twi’lek herself. I haven’t talked to Fannie in so long but I feel like she’d have some interesting perspectives. Maybe I’ll message her this week…

[mandos-mind-trick]

About My OC: Lexa Edition

So I said a while ago I wanted to post some stuff about my OCs and I've decided to do it now, starting with my sweet girl Lexa.

If you don't know Lexa, she's from this fic here. Not really necessary to read before this, you could read either first. I'm focusing on her Padawan era right now since that's what we've seen of her story so far. I'll be updating things as I think of them and as her story progresses. Not really in any particular order, I tried to keep them chronological but that got too hard so things jump around a bit lol.

(I am learning to draw right now so I can eventually draw my OCs and you can see what they look like instead of just relying on my garbage descriptions)

About Lexa: 

Born on Ryloth in 38 BBY 

She has light purple skin with darker purple spots everywhere (think like Kit Fisto's spots in the CW show).

She's tall, like most Twi'leks are (like she's almost looking the clones in the eyes when they meet).

Has a traditional Twi’leki name so she shortened it to Lexa for the sake of everyone else

She likes to let people try and pronounce it. She thinks it’s hilarious when they fail horribly. 

Luminara Unduli was the Jedi that discovered her on Ryloth when she was two years old. 

Her parents always wanted the best for her so they let her go.

She doesn’t really remember them since she was so young when she was discovered. 

Baby Lexa was absolutely in awe of Aayla Secura when they first met and followed her around.

She’s two years older than Ahsoka so naturally they were close as younglings. 

Absolutely got up to shenanigans, mostly instigated by Lexa.

Also close with Barriss since Force healing is Lexa's jam.

Was absolutely raging when Ahsoka was being framed for the attack on the temple. She knows Ahsoka wouldn't do something like that.

Was heartbroken over Barriss and Ahsoka's decision to leave, but supported Ahsoka's decision cause she just wants what's best for her friend.

Plo Koon took Lexa on as his Padawan when she was 14, two years before the war started. 

This only brought Lexa and Ahsoka closer and Lexa became a sort of big sister to Ahsoka. 

Plo wouldn’t let Lexa join him on any missions or campaigns for the first few months of the war. (He's secretly glad after what happened with the Malevolence).

Papa Plo loves his Padawan though and absolutely bragged about her to his troops non stop.

Naturally they all know who she is by the time she finally gets to meet them and go on her first mission. 

Wolffe was a bit hesitant at first, after all a literal child is going to join them.

Definitely gets annoyed by her and her excitement upon first meeting.

But after five minutes of knowing her he decides he will shoot anyone and anything that causes her harm. 

She really wins him and the pack over after the battle when he lost his eye. I like to think it happened not long after Lexa joined, and of course she was ready to throw hands with Ventress for hurting him. 

This sweet baby did everything she could for him and he decided then that this is his child and he will protec and he will attac.

Lexa loves the clones as much as Plo and would fight anyone who speaks badly of them.

Wolffe had a full blown panic attack after their first battle because Papa Plo really let this little baby out on the battlefield with no protection but a lightsaber. Unacceptable. (Not that he doubts her skills but he’s heard far too many horror stories from Cody about jedi losing their lightsabers mid-fight.) 

He had armor made specially for her. She doesn’t wear all of it when she fights but she wears some protection to appease him. 

Wolffe painted the Wolf Pack symbol on it himself. 

Lexa definitely didn't cry when saw it. 

Really tries to think up a way to attach her saber to her hand permanently during a battle because he’s not about to have her lose it and put herself at risk. 

Puts up with the shenanigans she gets into with Boost and Sinker.

His trouble twins are already a pain in his ass and then add his pup in there and he's in for a long day.

Was not at all prepared for the first time Lexa and Ahsoka were together after a combined campaign with the 501st. 

Lexa has trouble sleeping sometimes and thus the cuddle piles are born. 

She overthinks a lot because of her perfectionist nature. 

Wolffe doesn't give compliments often but absolutely will compliment his little pup. 

Warthog was the one that coined the nickname as a joke since Lexa liked to follow Wolffe around in the beginning. 

It stuck and now everyone knows she's the Pack's little pup. 

Taglist:

@rosechi @bobaprint @star-trekker-0013 @wolffegirlsunite @jedi-hawkins

[burnwater13]

The Mandalorian wasn’t hedging. He didn’t understand ‘Frog’. And while he’d certainly picked up a variety of languages, or at least phrases in other languages, during his career as a bounty hunter, he hadn’t learned them all. 

Greef Karga had once quizzed him on the languages he spoke because of his success as a hunter. Din Djarin knew Huttese because everyone in the Outer Rim used it as a trade language. Some Jawa. Some Twi’leki. A smattering of other languages. But not ‘Frog’. Or whatever language the Child spoke. 

Din Djarin was certain that the Child was trying to speak to him at times and not just babbling or making random sounds like some babies and toddlers did. There were exclamations. There were questions. There were statements. For example, the Child said ‘patu’. It sounded like a real word, but what did ‘patu’ mean? Din had no idea.

The bounty hunter had heard the Child exclaim ‘patu’ more than once, but he didn’t think it meant ‘yippee’ or even ‘hey there’. It was hard for him to tell from context because the little guy seemed to find so many things new and different and wondrous. And sometimes he used a soft cooing sound that didn’t really seem like a word to the bounty hunter, but given his experiences it could have meant ‘wow’ or ‘nice’ or ‘way to go’. Maybe ‘awww’?

Then there were the times that the Child just chirped and babbled in a long stream of syllables and Din felt like he was supposed to do something. Maybe take the kid to the privy or put him in the hammock, or give him back the knob from the flight control stick? He knew for certain that the kid wanted food when he made a soft little ‘eh’ sound. He didn’t always make that sound before he ate something, but if the Mandalorian picked him up and offered him some rations, he always said ‘eh’. 

Which, upon reflexion actually meant the kid didn’t want rations, but he was still hungry. Din chuckled to himself at that. The kid was pretty picky about food, which the Mandalorian found funny, all things considered. Mandalorian children were not really allowed to be picky. You ate what you were given and you were glad to have it. 

If you mentioned more than once that something offered to you wasn’t to your liking, you found that it was the only thing offered to you until you no longer complained. You often heard, ‘There are foundlings that need food and they do not complain. This is the way.” 

The little one didn’t complain, he just reached into his mouth and picked the offending food out and put it neatly back on his plate. Din hated to admit it, but he was both repulsed and amused by the Child’s behavior in that regard. Funny and gross was a thing, right? 

At least it had been on Aq Vetina when he and the other kids would get up to mischief and dare and trick each other into doing things like eat a lizard egg or swap meals with the Rodian kids who lived near the market. Those had been fun times.

The Mandalorian didn’t think about those times much but now he was reminded that once he’d known a fair bit of Rodian because of those kids and their parents. They were nice folks. Happy. They made all manner of ceramics that they sold at the market. He was pretty sure they hadn’t survived the Separatist attack that killed his own parents. Uff.

That made him wonder about the Child’s parents. Had they taught him any words? Was ‘Patu’ the name of the kid’s father? Or mother? Or was the Child saying his own name out loud? The Mandalorian had no idea. 

He tried to have his comp figure it out, but to no avail. It couldn’t translate a language that wasn’t in its data stores. He’d thought of recording the kid when he was babbling, just to build up a database of content because maybe they’d find someone else who could translate it. But even Peli couldn’t tell what the little one was saying and she seemed to be quite conversant in ‘Frog’. 

The Mandalorian sighed. These were the times that he wished that people just learned Tusken sign language. It was pretty simple and covered a lot of territory and you didn’t need to make all manner of sounds and his helmet didn’t muffle those words. It was an ideal language for people who needed to communicate and be quiet.

He glanced at the Child and wondered if that’s what his language was really based on. Din Djarin could tell that the kid liked him. He could see it looking at those big brown eyes and those even bigger ears. The little frown when he was shown rations. The satisfaction when something like bone broth was in his cup and not just water. The glee when the silver knob was handed to him for play and cuddling. 

Din wondered if any of that would work with the Frog Lady and then just shrugged and thought ‘what the hell’.

The best he could do was try. This is the Way.

[sashketter]

Been jumping between chapters, writing the series about Riyo Chuchi and the Clone Underground. This scene came up completely unbidden and I love it. Hope y'all do, too. Warning: it's Rexiyo themed.

~~~

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Rex jerks awake. Riyo pins him to the bed, his left arm wrapped around her sleeping body curled around his side. Moonlight still streams in, high and incandescent, from the large windows. He fumbles with his free hand on the bedside table until he finds his comlink.

“Rex here,” he whispers.

“Rex! Where have you been?” Howzer sounds stressed, as always. “How long does it take to debrief the senator?”

Sounds of a commotion flood out of the speaker. Rex swings the comlink over the bedside, hoping the noise didn’t wake Riyo. She inhales, shifts her shoulders, and settles her head closer to his. He waits for her breathing to even out before resuming the call.

On the other side of the transmission, Rex hears the unmistakable voices of his brothers. They hush each other in turns.

“Leave him alone!” Gregor chirps. “If the senator wants to show him a good time—”

“What?” Howzer is incredulous. “We don’t have ti—” The sound of plastoid hitting plastoid stops him short. “Ow! Frotz tun!”

Gregor giggles. “What? Was that—” Sharp grunts turn into muted shouts and curses in Basic and Twi’leki before Echo’s gruff voice chimes in.

“Sorry, Rex. Uh, just wanted to let you know we’ve got everything locked down here at the base.” Echo tries his best to sound in control, but Rex can sense his exasperation.

Gregor’s laugh cuts through in the background, distant but audible. “Oh, ho ho ho! You’re gonna have to do better than that, ca— Mmph!” A muffled crash moves the captains out of earshot. Echo must have snuck the comlink away.

Echo sighs. “Just tell the senator we’re fine.”

Rex smiles. “Will do. Thanks, Echo. I’ll be back in half a rotation. Over and out.”

~~~

I love the image of a red-faced Howzer tackling a giggling Gregor over a line of crates and Echo, off to the side, just shaking his head and palming his face. He traded one rowdy squad for another lol

And according to at least two unverified sources, "frotz tun" means "fuck you" in Twi'leki. You're welcome.

[alexversenaberrie]

This is another one of my Mandalorian OC you’re free to use for a future painting.

Name: Isabeth Shae Djarin-Kryze

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Year of Birth: 12 ABY

Place of Birth: Mandalore

Parents: Din Djarin (father) and Bo-Katan Kryze (mother)

Siblings: Grogu (adopted brother), Mirta (biological sister), and Alexi (biological brother)

House: Kryze

Clan: Mudhorn

Titles: Princess of Mandalore, Duchess of Navarro

Appearance:

•5’4

•Light olive skin(Caucasian X Latina)

•Athletic

•Short face

•Long, straight, ginger brown hair

•Brown eyes

•Visible freckles on both sides of her cheek

Notable Skills:

•Combat: Well rounded in different forms of hand-to-hand combat such as being skilled in the use of Westar 34, 35, and carbine blasters. She’s also highly skilled in the use of the recently reforged Dark Saber.

•Athleticism: Due to constant training under her father, Din Djarin, Isabeth is very athletic like the rest of her family clan.

•Intelligence: Above-average intelligence, excelled well at both the newly reestablished Royal Academy as a youth and in training with her clan. She has minor experience in piloting ships.

•Force Sensitive?: No

Additional Information:

•She’s the second of triplets to sister Mirta and brother Alexi.

•Served both Generals Leia Organa-Solo and Poe Dameron as a commander for the Resistance in the battle against the First Order.

•A gifted Musician

•While tight-knit with her entire family, she has a closer relationship with her father and adopted brother Grogu.

Strengths:

•Is well-rounded on the field of politics, thanks to learning experience from her mother, Bo-Katan.

•Has amazing determination, willpower and like her mother, won’t go down without a fight.

•Fearless

•Can speak Basic, Mando’a, Twi’leki, Huttese, Tusken, and Gunganese.

•Fast-thinking, makes effective split-second decisions, and can improvise.

•Constantly on alert

•Competent

Weaknesses:

•Can be stubborn at times

•Antisocial

•Has a fear of droids

•Has a fear of flying, which can explain her lack of experience with piloting ships.

•Mild temper

Armor:

•Helmet: A “NiteOwl”-styled helmet that’s a mix between both of her parents helmets combined. The decal on the helmet is the Clan Kryze signet.

•Chest and Neck Pieces: Typical Nite Owl chest and neck pieces with the chest piece featuring her mother’s “Kryze Mythosaur” signet on the right side of the chest piece and Mandalorian “peace” Lillie’s on its left side. At its center is a gold heart to symbolize compassion and kindness.

•Groin: Typical Nite Owl groin piece

•Pauldrons: Similar to her mother’s, Isabeth has a “Nite Owl” signet on the left pauldron and her father and brother’s “Mudhorn” signet on the right pauldron.

•Gauntlets: Similar in appearance to Sabine Wren’s, the gauntlets have the ability to shoot paralyzing darts, emit shields, repulse attacks from sabers and blasters, grapple lines, and the ability to throw barrels and use flamethrower.

Hand armor: Similar to her father’s.

•Thigh Plates: Similar to her mothers’s.

•Knee Armor: Galaxy-styled like Ursa Wren’s but can launch missiles.

•Shin Guards: Typical Nite Owl-styled shin guards like her mother.

•Jet pack: Due to her fear of flying, she doesn’t often use her jet pack, which is similar to her father’s.

Armor Color Scheme:

•Grey Blue

•Beskar Silver

Soft parts:

•Similar to her mother’s.

Belt:

•Similar to Sabine Wren’s with a double belt but with a light blue sash around it.

Weapons in Possession:

•2 identical Westar blasters

•Dark Saber, recently reforged by her brother, Grogu.

Here she is :). As she is a duchess of Navarro, I decided to give her the robe of Navarro's High Magistrate ;) And as she is royalty - I gave her other 'crown' like hairdresser of Satine

There is dark saber of course, I hope that it is visible.

[raven-of-domain-kwaad]

The top of the Voidhound’s criminal empire (sans my BH their Underboss)

Thinking of calling Temeli “Daesha” (female ruler or queen in twi’leki) as the boss of the organization. Let her have a title similar to Don Corleone’s “Godfather.” Haven’t found a twi’leki or huttese word for “Advisor” as a replacement for “Consigliere” but that would end up being Lynora’s title. Just fun to have Tem’s twi’lek heritage influence the titles of her criminal empire.

Ship Captain’s and those in leadership roles would be called “Anoon” (commander, warrior chief). And minor members without any leadership roles would then be called Gida (female warrior) or Chee (male warrior) to replace the mafia “soldier” title.

[ranahan]

Random headcanon:

You know how Star Wars has a lot of humanoid species. Zabraks? Humans with horns. Mirialans? Humans with green skin. Twi’leki? Humans with lekku. These species apparently have developed on different planets on different sides of the galaxy. And still apparently can reproduce together, which generally would indicate a close genetic relationship.

Now I know that this is for doylist reasons, because the actors are actually all human (or cgi), so you have to use makeup and add-on prosthetics to make them look like aliens.

But I prefer to think that it’s because some of the ancient races, way before the Republic or surviving history, seeded the galaxy with different species and terraformed many of the planets that today seem like they’ve always been fertile (there probably should be planets with a suspicious lack of a fossil record though). And either the Celestials or the Rakata gene-engineered many of these populations, either for altruist reasons (to improve their survival, possibly with their consent), or for nefarious reasons (the Rakata were a galaxy-spanning slaver empire, after all).

Maybe if it was the Rakata, that’s why the technology was (purposefully) lost after the Rakata were overthrown. And maybe these ancient traumas continue to affect attitudes toward gene engineering and cloning even today. That could explain why we don’t seem to have deliberately gene engineered species in GFFA*, beyond the clones who come from an isolationist planet from the fringe of the galaxy.

tldr: The species that can reproduce together actually are genetically closely related (their populations only diverged some tens of thousands of years ago), but the fact has been lost to the mists of history.

*) edit: @lesquatrechevrons pointed out Arkanians (which I didn’t remember). But what I mean is that compared to other sci-fi stories with comparative level of technology, gene engineering doesn’t seem very common in GFFA.

[coffeeandbatboys]

Okay I was looking up Twi’leki words for a fic and I learned that Aayla means mist or smoke and now all I can think about is Bly calling Aayla ‘Misty’