#wookiee oc

[loubatas-art]

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Lakkmir (wookiee), Valmora (twi'lek) and their adoptive daughter Zer'aya (togruta) are some of my favourite characters from my friend's @jackdaw-kraai 's fic The Guides Verse, living their best lesbian coffeeshop AU-like life after being freed from the horrors of Hutt slavery

It's more of an elaborated sketch than a fully painted picture (I rushed a bit because I wanted to finish it before leaving on travel, and now I see a LOT of stuff missing or I could've done better), but I finally got to draw the three of them, like I've been wanting to do for a while!

[besalisks]

Working out some Wookiee facial expressions ft my oc Rothar. [though rothar at this age would be emulating human expressions but whatever]

[edbydawn]

idk how long it'll be before i actually get to show these to my party but i know they won't look here >: )

but here's my eote oc tegai, before the session started, and lofahab, the senator he served.

[stagbeetleboy]

I kinda know how to make turnarounds. Had to give her the goofy padawan braid and ponytail combo.

[drawnbythestream]

another sketch of Master Graaddik and Padawan Naarla Lanii

[askbensolo]

Amalia, meet Auntie Malla!

[jswahaarts]

“[WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! HECK YEAH!!!!]

“[Ohstarsohstarsohstarsohstarsohst-]”

“[Aw c’mon, Jowa, how are you NOT having fun right now??]”

“[GRAKK, HOW IS THIS ANY FUN??!]”

“[Kriff, you’re right—we should go faster! Mrrahla! Yip-yi-]“

“[DO NOT!! MRRAHLA, DO NOT LISTEN TO HIM!! NO YIP-YIP!! NO YIP-YIP!!]

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Grakk decided to drag his lil bro for a ride on Elder Nagurra’s Mylaya, Mrrahla! One brother is clearly more thrilled about it than the other (Jowa would much rather have walked lol!!)

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Grakk belongs to Me!!

Jowarra belongs to @roaringjedi !!!

Bg is an edited screencap from Star Wars Jedi Fallen Order !!

[deer-head-xiris]

Added a few more star wars OCs to the sale pile, and reduced the prices of other characters in the folder! Characters can be edited however you'd like if you buy them :)

Consider checking them out! 

https://sta.sh/2dzh0jlvzmn

[realanimatorcody]

The three more distinguished members of my (as of lately) Saturday evening Star Wars RPG group - Renna, the dry, opposite-sex clone scientist; Uurokk, the laidback, easygoing Wookiee; and Zann, who's basically Chiss Jack Sparrow. Updated version of the one I did on my IG, with the main difference being that Renna has a ponytail now, because she wasn't Emerie enough.

(Song is "The Beast" by Milt Buckner, by the way.)

[killikhive]

bad trip

[bookishbrigitta]

I have another plot bunny (Wookiee?), and Chewbacca needs a daughter. I can't figure out which ending sounds the best. The humans will call her Kirla most of the time.

You're my only hope

[besalisks]

Koa !! I just think he’s neat

For @thecyndimistuff !

[chaoticspacefam]

I forgot how cute the Rishii flirts are.

[stagbeetleboy]

Baby blue Wookiee be upon ye

[drawnbythestream]

Naarla’s very first mission and she just found out Master Graaddik snores

There’s a sweet heartfelt comic that precedes this in my brain, but a silly doodle animation is all I can do rn.

[reneeofthestars]

Made for @kyjoraven #dtiys ! I may have gotten a bit carried away. It was so much fun, but took WAY longer than I was expecting. Still, I'm really happy with the overall result. Congratulations on 3k (now 4k)!!

Tara Ohvala belongs to Kyjoraven. 

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A brief fic to accompany this below the cut! 

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The lounge went dark as the stage lights came on, and as polite applause filled the air, Gida felt the anticipation in the room surge. Only it had nothing to do with the band that was beginning to play.

For as glitzy and glamorous as the patrons were, they welcomed this cover of darkness. The shift in atmosphere was palpable to her;  all the surreptitious emotions that Gida had sensed lurking just beneath the cheerful, pleasant facades seemed to finally creep forward.

Gida took a sip of her drink - a fizzy, tangy juice that the bartender seemed pleased to have available. The Jedi Council had sent her and three other Jedi to discover if there was a possible Separatist mole in the Republic Senate. One thing led to another, and with a nice bit of detective work from Tara Ohvala, here they were, dressed in very un-Jedi-like outfits, waiting and watching. It was quite the change of pace from fighting droids.

Across from Gida sat Tara. The Mirialan was newly Knighted, having only been a fully fledged Jedi for less than a year, but she already seemed so poised and capable. And pretty. Gida looked away quickly before Tara caught her staring.

Up at one of the circular bars, Masters Eeth Koth and Teyla Marin leaned against the counter, turned towards the stage. But Gida knew their attention was everywhere except the beautiful music. It wasn't often that Gida and Master Teyla worked with a member of the Council, but Tara's former master had proved easy to like.

Gida caught herself rocking to the crooning singer and stilled, bringing her mind back to the task at hand with a sigh. She had thought this would be the easy part - sense for dubious or malicious intent, find the mole.

"Have you sensed something?" Tara asked quietly, raising her drink.

Gida shook her head, lekku falling behind her. "Only that we're going to be here a while."

Behind them, an argument had broken out over a game of sabacc. A Kel Dor in a rich cloak jabbed a finger at an offronted Umbaran, cursing him colorfully in what sounded like Huttesse. The Kel Dor was a well into his cups, and his vices made him angry; it bubbled and popped like lava. The Togruta between them acted in a placating manner, but Gida could feel the way he relished framing the Umbaran.

A Wookiee roared with laughter to her left, causing a brief pause in the performance before the band regained their composure and continued. Gida jumped, but not at the noise - at the sudden crash of rage from him that the laughter masked.

Nearby and older couple slow danced to the music. The Nautolan woman rested her head against the Theelin man's chest as they swayed in a slow circle. Calm certainty radiated from them, clashing oddly against the Wookiee's fury, still disguised by a wide smile.

A Tholothian dressed in what could be military garb stalked past, with an elegant Rodian woman whispering rapidly to him. Their whirlwind of emotions left Gida dizzy.

But it was all too much - the hem of her dress was too itchy, the shoes too blocky, it was too loud, too crowded, too many emotions, too, too too -

Gida ducked her head and squeezed her eyes shut, pressing her fingers to her temples. She let it all wash over her, all the emotions that twisted her gut and boiled her blood and made her want to draw her lightsaber or run --

They aren't mine, and they have no place with me.

She let out a controlled breath, and felt the onslaught of emotions lessen. When she opened her eyes, she was re-entered in the Force. A note of approval reached the edge of her senses. Master Teyla had noticed. It had been easier to manage this time. So much easier than when on the battlefield...

Gida took another drink, reaching out with the Force, and feeling the others do the same. They would know when they found their mark.