#zabrak/devaronian oc

[wenalena]

Happy Pride month 🏳️‍🌈✨ Unfortunately, I don't have time to draw all my characters and do better, but here are the ones I regularly draw (or write)

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I am alive and I still draw stuff but I don't have a lot of time

Here are some stress-relief busts that I did of some SWTOR ocs! Taakur Rig belongs to @syntheticmortal!

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OC Sunday: Mic Dhorhil, the grumpiest bartender on Coruscant

A jaded Devaronian bartender with a complicated relationship to the Pyke syndicate. He absolutely judges your drink order. Don’t be fooled by his sardonic and guarded exterior: he might keep a slugthrower behind the bar (just in case), but he feeds the stray tooka who lives in the alley behind 79’s every night after he closes.

The face of a man who just had to clean up the used condoms from the floor of the refreshers at 79's. He is begging people, for the love of the Force, to use the trash compactor. Art by me 🩵

More info below the cut! Content warning for non-descriptive violence.

Overview

Name: Mic Dhorhil (pronounced Mick like Jagger, not like two turntables and a microphone) Birth year/age: 51 BBY (32 at end of the Clone Wars) Species: Devaronian Pronouns: he/him Orientation: bi/pan Home planet: Oba Diah Current location: Coruscant Occupation: grumpiest bartender on Coruscant; babysitter of one (1) pain in the ass Zabrak who is definitely old enough to know better Affiliation: 79’s bar Alignment: chaotic neutral Family: Branna Dhorhil (mother), Mhorig Durand (father, estranged), Oisin and Draig (family of the heart)

Physical characteristics

Height: 6’4”/193cm without the horns Eyes: amber Hair: bald Skin: green Tattoos/piercings/identifying marks: facial and ear piercings (and one more—can you guess?); tattoos on arms, back, and chest; significant scarring on face and body

Personal history: 

Mic was born and raised on Oba Diah, the son of single mom Branna Dhorhil. He never met his father, and Branna never talked about him. When Mic started secondary school, he met Draig, the young Zabrak who would become his lifelong best friend. Draig was small for his age, and he had lost his mother very suddenly only a few months before. Because of this, an older bully made the mistake of thinking he would be an easy target. Unfortunately for the bully, Mic was not small for his age. He stepped in and kicked the bully’s ass, with the result that both Mic and Draig were suspended.

Draig was distraught at the prospect of having to tell his father, Oisin, what had happened, when Oisin was already dealing with so much following the death of his wife. Branna was working the night shift at the time, so she was home. She recognized Draig immediately, as she worked with Oisin at the Oba Diah spaceport. She patched up the boys and got them a snack, then commed Oisin to explain what had happened. Oisin came to collect Draig, and they both stayed for dinner.

From that point on, the boys were inseparable, and the Dhorhil house was basically Draig’s second home. They formed a short-lived punk band, The Horny Devils, which played shows in Oisin’s garage once a week for their legions of adoring fan (it was Branna. Branna was their legions of adoring fan).

When Mic and Draig were in their second year of secondary school, Oisin collapsed at work. He was diagnosed with an aggressive illness, and the treatment was prohibitively expensive due to the Pyke syndicate’s monopoly on all medical goods and supplies on Oba Diah. The boys, being enterprising teens with endless self-confidence and very little impulse control, hatched a plan to break into the Pyke compound and steal the medication.

It did not go well.

They made it out, barely. They managed to get the medication and take it to Oisin, but unfortunately, they also got caught on security holovids. The Pykes, being the Pykes, didn’t take too kindly to being robbed by a couple of punk kids, and they put a bounty on both boys. The first hunter that found them cornered them in the Dhorhils’ home. Draig lost an eye to the hunter’s vibroblade before Branna managed to disarm and kill the bounty hunter with his own knife. 

They fled Oba Diah that night. Branna smuggled Oisin and the boys into the Oba Diah spaceport and stole a shuttle, then took them all to Coruscant to disappear and start over in the lower levels. Branna never told Oisin or the boys what she did to smooth things over with the Pykes, but eventually, the bounty was lifted. Nevertheless, Mic and Draig continued to give the Pykes a wide berth.

Mic started working as a busboy to help Branna while they struggled financially. Eventually, he worked his way up to become a bartender, crafting cocktails in some of the hottest bars in the upper levels. He dreamed of starting his own traditional Devaronian pub, and to help save money for that goal, he started working the closing shift at 79’s every night after he finished up at his regular job. Eventually, he scraped together the funds to start his own place in the Entertainment District, but he continued to work the closing shift at 79’s to make ends meet. 

Personality:

In the dictionary, next to the definition of “done,” you will find the above holo of Mic. That being said, he has a spectacularly long fuse. He doesn’t tolerate harassment or bullies, and the fastest way to find out what he looks like when he’s annoyed is to fuck with his customers, coworkers, or family (and he includes Oisin and Draig in that category). He’s reserved and quiet, but he has a wicked sense of humor, if you’re lucky enough to be able to overhear his commentary. 

He has Opinions™ about certain drinks, and he might not say them out loud, but you can feel the judgment if you come in and order a Green Zygerrian (like he just keeps green cream on hand, what the kriff do you think this is, a dairy?).

Aside from his family, Mic tends to hold people at a distance. It takes a long time to gain his trust, and even longer for him to feel truly comfortable around someone. Having witnessed how his father’s absence impacted Branna, Mic is very, very guarded about romance. He needs to get to know someone very well and form a strong connection with them before he’ll consider getting physical. But once he’s in? He’s all in. No games, no messing around: he knows what he wants, and he’ll be very upfront about it. He just needs to be sure his prospective partner is on the same page before he lets himself get involved.

Due to his personal history with the crime syndicates (not to mention his family’s nebulous respect for the law), Mic has an innate distrust of authority in general and the police in particular. He keeps a low profile, but when the Corrie Guard comes to 79’s, he’s on full alert. Oddly enough, Commander Fox is one of his favorite customers. Maybe he feels a deep spiritual connection to the Marshal Commander’s exhausted ori’vod energy.

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[blueberry-ry]

I'm trying to pin down a proper design for a Jedi oc I have floating around but I don't want her to be human cause I have too many human ocs.

But at the same time I'm really not good at drawing so I want something that will be easy to draw.

Do you have any ideas?

Mmmmmmmhhh that might depend on how alien you want them to look like!

Bc if you wanna go with a near-human specie then we have a various assortment of aliens who are just humans in funky colors for the most part, lol

If we go with aliens aliens the “easy” ones to draw are not that many

Anyway, here is a list of those I think might work for you:

Pantoran

Sarkhai

Theelin

Twi’lek

Zabrak (either Iridonian or Dathomirian)

Devaronian

Mirialan

Umbaran

Halaisi

Palliduvan

Mikkian

Tholotian

[im-no-jedi]

I don't talk enough about my MLWTBB OCs and I think that's a shame

in the first story, we have a Twilek Mom™ and her sassy Zabrak bestie who both work as sexy waitresses in a high-end restaurant. we have the restaurant's owner, who is literally just bedazzled Castor from Tron Legacy, and his trusty assistant who is the Chiss version of Severus Snape. there's also the villain, a corrupt but smooth Devaronian businessman obsessed with getting what he wants by any means necessary (he may or may not be faceclaimed as Tom Hiddleston, that's all I'm saying 👀). oh, and did I mention he's Roland Durand's uncle?? 🤭

then we have the Ord Mantell characters, who are seen throughout the rest of the series. there's a quirky Cathar who owns a pawn shop, likes shiny things, and has no regard for personal space. there's a grumpy architect droid who seems to only care about his work (despite that obviously not being the case 😜), and his friendly little BD droid assistant. he also has a rivalry with Tech and refers to him as his nemesis LOL. there's also a Godfather-like Besalisk who lives in the mountains and is an intimidating presence to everyone he meets... unless you're willing to play cards with him 😆. he also owns a giant mouse droid who does all his bidding; no one knows how it's able to do the things that it does because it's always done out of sight. there's even a smug, self-centered half-Mirialan who is constantly trying to woo my character, even after she's CLEARLY been taken. oh and I can't forget the sweet old lady who runs a fruit stand and is always being nosey about my character's relationship with Hunter ROFL

some other characters in the story are a rich, stuck-up businesswoman from Hosnian Prime, and her two bumbling assistants, who are responsible for finally getting Hunter and my character together (no joke). and I can't forget my character's reprogrammed OOM Battle Droid who is super sweet but quite ditzy and frequently gets into scraps with Echo haha

and there will be more to come in the future... 😌

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oc reference list (non-clones)

why. is it so hard to write down the things i know about them. anybody else just have a vague feeling of a character’s personality along with an incapability to translate it into character traits. i’m dying

hurst (human, they/them/theirs)

ran away from home and joined a crew of salvagers so they could see the galaxy

qai’zel kirosi (wroonian, she/her/hers)

a salvager/pilot who owns her own ship. she and fitz are inseparable besties

fitz (harch, she/her/hers)

a cheerful person who’s good at lifting scrap and making people feel at ease. has a lot of hobbies like knitting and making dolls, and loves to explain and teach people her crafts. made her living as a conwoman before she became a spacer

welso tebb (human/zabrak, he/him/his)

used to be a salvager with qai, fitz, and hurst but moved to coruscant in the past couple years. he likes to keep busy and meet new people so he has a lot of part time jobs, mostly serving in restaurants. (he ended up employed as a lounge singer at one place but he doesn’t tell his friends bc he thinks it’s embarrassing)

hurst loves him even though they didn’t spend much time together and gets excited to go back to coruscant and see him

reza kirosi (wroonian, he/him/his)

qai’zel’s brother. they’re from a working family but reza has made himself rich as a “businessman”. he’s made a lot of important connections but is definitely in deeper with his business partners than he likes to think

has a biiig crush on welso. he watches this guy wipe down tables in coruscant’s greasiest diner like “pleeease let me wrap you in the finest silks”

solace (human, she/her/hers)

a skilled slicer who sometimes works for reza. she became roommates with welso after reza introduced them

amisen (mikkian, he/him/his)

hurst’s childhood friend and their bodyguard before hurst ran away. they dated in secret as young adults up until then.

trinne (human & 1/4 twi’lek, she/her/hers)

grew up with hurst since infancy and was made hurst’s chief attendant when they grew up. kind of pushed into the role of the responsible one once hurst got fed up and started to rebel

etikka (human/twi’lek hybrid, she/her/hers)

trinne’s mother and hurst’s gestational carrier. she was peltra’s friend and attendant before she resigned to have her first baby. she ended up living in the palace again when peltra asked her to carry hurst. trinne and hurst were raised together by etikka during their early years 

elian (human, she/her/hers)

she was the allstar of the royal guard training program and became hurst’s chief bodyguard. she took amisen under her wing bc she thinks he’s cute like a puppy. she’s gay and likes teasing trinne

peltra (human, she/her/hers)

hurst’s mother, a space princess. expected hurst to be exactly like her and could not fathom that her child couldn’t meet expectations due to mental illness

ilne (human, he/him/his)

peltra’s ex and hurst’s bio father. peltra’s punishment for being so shitty to him was that their kid inherited everything that annoyed her about him

anais kort (devaronian, she/her/hers)

you know anais right. a young adult jedi with powers strongly tied to the emotional states of others. she was drafted to lead a battalion partway through the war. she and finn ertay were in love as teens and separated themselves to avoid becoming overly attached

greeley (unknown species, xe/xir/xirs)

anais’s mentor, a jedi who worked in secret intelligence during the war

irrah (mirialan, she/her/hers)

greeley’s padawan before anais. she completed her knighthood trials but joined the educorps to help serve remote communities

mohlo (nautolan, she/her/hers)

a teen who was one of a group irrah rescued from a sweatshop. mohlo had no family to be reunited with so irrah decided to take care of her

thimri (tholothian, he/him/his)

childhood friend of anais and finn who became a jedi healer

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commiting crimes, looking cute

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Surprisingly, More Free Devaron’s Angels Adopts!

HEY Y’ALL, I’m back with more free Angels adopts! :D

Just like last time, these are essentially stock Angels (more info on that group can be found here, btw), which I’m giving out for free to anyone to use for and within the group! I’ve made one for each of the Angels’ nine squadrons (more about those here, three headcanons down), and for this tenth batch I decided to theme them after the last 9 sets’ themes, one for each adopt—consider these “The Lost Adopts”, basically! Like I said, each one is free  for you to make into an Angel, so just message me if you’re interested and I’ll be happy to give you one!

Purchasing information, as well as the status of each one, is below the cut. Hope to hear from you guys soon! :D

Adopt Info:

Shield: TAKEN by @heartofilum!

Star Trek: TAKEN by @brujapix!

Neptune: TAKEN by Arthur Bellfast on Discord!

Artificer: TAKEN by @robotanical!

Snorlax: TAKEN by @i-declare-a-kaggath!

Angel Aura Quartz: TAKEN by @angryducktimemachine!

Deathstroke: TAKEN by @the-dark-sleen!

Pillager & Ravager: TAKEN by @x-w1ng!

Punch-Out!!: TAKEN by @i-declare-a-kaggath!

Purchasing Info:

If you’re interested in purchasing a character, you can send me an ask or a Tumblr message, or you can reach me at wkurtz058@gmail.com, and we’ll discuss the details. These are of course open to anyone and everyone, including people who already have characters made for the Angels group.

As you can see above, each of these is available for absolutely free, on the condition that you join the Devaron’s Angels group and make your new OC a character for that. If you’d rather use them for something else, however, you can also pay the full price ($45) and get them for any other use. I’ll only accept money through PayPal, so please only ask to buy one if that works for you.

Once you claim your character, I’ll send you a version with no watermark, and you’ll be free to use them! Feel free to tweak their design however you want to—new outfits, minor physical changes, etc.—but if it’s all the same to you, please link back to my Tumblr blog if you post the image I give you anywhere.

The adopts are first come/first serve, but do be warned that, if you choose the non-Angel buyout option and you fail to pay within 24 hours, I will re-list the character.

I’m limiting sales to no more than two adopts per person, with only one of those two being a free one—the second you’ll have to pay for. Please allow 24 hours between the purchase of your first adopt and your second as well.

(Mutuals Only) If you’re interested in paying full price for a character (that is, to make them anything other than an Angel), you can also pay for the adopt with a commission of equal value! Please have examples of your art and/or a commission price sheet ready if you choose to pay through this method.

For the one 2-for-1 Adopt in this set: you can claim just one of the two characters if you like, but only if you have someone lined up at the same time to take the other one.

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Star wars oc commission from instagram 😼

✨Commission info✨

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Spargel and Eek ✨💙

[coggedcorset]

Holy crystal craps!

So i made some art for our star wars ttrpg session. We played the last session on Saturday and holy shit it was intense!

It was set about a year after order 66, i was playing my boy Brass. Him and his lil twi'lek friend, socks, accidentally joined up with the droid, Di, the zabrak, Drukrou, the devaronian, Alea, and the ewok, arani, to try and win this contest to get a ship to get off kuat. We won! We got the ship! And as we were leaving the planet, a fucking star destroyer caught us and brought our ship aboard.

Being a clone commander I knew how a star destroyer worked, so i went to turn off the tractor beam, while up there an inquisitor showed up in the hanger to ruin our day, but i got a nat 20 and blew them the fuck up with a turret! Despite all the odds, we had both our pilots down so arani and brass had to try to fly us out, and neither of us could roll for shit, finally socks and alea got di and drukrou back up and they got us outta there and we survived!

It was amazing and fun and i hope that we play another star wars game soon!

(This didn't happen in game i drew this before last game)

[wenalena]

I want to add so much more tattoo on Lio BUT I KNOW I WILL HATE MYSELF FOR DRAWING THEM AFTER. And a little sketch to my zabrak/devaronian girl 💜💜(I don't have find a name for her for the moment…)

[the-art-block]

playing SWTOR again

god all the latest Star Wars content has been shit and The Old Republic games are a cleanse

- Black Sun Vigo

- Fluffy Female Devaronian (we stan)

- Darth Rhile 

- Mando Family

[moonlitalien]

So I guess Phaedra has a brother now! His name is Phoebos Shah’arji, he’s a Devaronian-Zabrak hybrid like his sister, and an ex-monk of the Church of Grace as well. He has recently left Devaron and joined Delta’s Gargoyles, her swoop gang on Nar Shaddaa! 

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Adopt Info:

PAYPAL ONLY

Claim an adopt by commenting on the deviantart post or by sending me a tumblr IM, first come first serve. Please don’t pay until I approve. If payment isn’t sent within 24 hours, the adopt will be relisted. I’ll edit this post to show character availability whenever characters are taken but if it doesn’t show up here, check the dA post!

I will send you a paypal invoice for payment. We’ll cover this over private messages.

Once you adopt a character, you will receive a note with a link to the full pic without the big “Deer-Head-Xiris” watermark, you may do with it as you please. However, if you wish to post it on your page or somewhere else, please put a link to my dA page somewhere in the description so that people will know who made it. (Also if you draw your adopted OC please @ me in the description so I can see!!)

You may edit the character however you like, as well. I can not refund adoptables. If you no longer wish to keep a character that you adopt from me, you can give it away, or resell it for the equal amount or less than what you paid for it.

1. Mikkian/Omwati ($30) Bought by: dA user fictionalfact 2. Chiss/Mirialan ($35) Bought by: dA user cecefi 3. Twi’lek/Togruta ($32) Bought by:  dA user fictionalfact 4. Zygerrian/Volpai ($30) Bought by: dA user fictionalfact 5. Zabrak/Theelin ($35) Bought by: @heartofilum 6. Chagrian/Nautolan ($32) Bought by: @alexandra-savoy 7. Togorian/Lasat ($30) Bought by: dA user Heroic24 8. Devaronian/Falleen ($35) Bought by: @bg-11 9. Sith Pureblood/Weequay ($32) Bought by: dA user animon

[writings-of-a-hufflepuff]

I’ve Got You

Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars + Original Character

Collection/Series: N/A

Pairing: Captain Bear (Clone Trooper OC) x Fat/Plus Size Gender Neutral Reader

Writer: @writings-of-a-hufflepuff aka @hufflepuffing-all-day-long

Rating: G

Warnings: Reader is a little self-conscious of sitting properly on his lap

Summary: When there aren’t any seats at your table, Bear offers you a place to perch. 

Notes: I love one (1) man. This is a short one, it’s technically more of a prompt than a one-shot, but eh!

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Nights out with Bear, Delta, Sunny and Kal have become commonplace for you. It’s how you find yourself at the bar of your regular cantina, the White Lothcat, ordering your group a series of drinks. Some more alcoholic than others. It’s busy tonight, more so than usual. Every seat is filled, every space frequented. It’s a surprise your group managed to get a table at all, but then again, Bear managed to clear a room simply with his presence. Few people wanted to get into a fight with the giant of a man. You suspect his presence is the only reason you have a table at all. 

You’re jostled and moved by bumping shoulders as you wait for the bartender to make your drinks. Coruscant’s bars and cantinas were always filled with a diverse group of species, the common and the less so flowed through them like a stream. You could see other groups of clones too, the same familiar face, but with individual differences that made them strangers to you. 

A cough reminds you to turn back around, the Devaronian bartender is urging you to hurry up with an impatient look. You hastily pay for the round of drinks and grab the tray, trying to make it back to your table without spilling a drop or being knocked to the ground by someone. 

You return to the table with the group's drinks having successfully maneuvered yourself through the crowds without losing the drinks.  Passing spotchka to Delta, a Dantooine Ice-twist to Sunny, a Fuzzy Tauntaun to Kal and a simple soda to Bear, who as per usual, was not drinking in favour of looking after his men. He always designated himself as the sober member of the group to make sure everyone got back safe at the end of the night. 

You look for a seat at your table only to realise all the spaces are full. With a frown you look around the Cantina hoping to spot a chair you could borrow, but find none as the place was unusually busy. There was barely even a spot to stand in, you’re reminded of this fact as a twi’lek brushes past you, jostling you when his hip collides with your own. 

When you look back at your group, Bear is patting his thigh, gesturing for you to just sit there with a small smile and a come hither motion of his fingers. Dimples form at the corners of his mouth and his freckles dance with crinkles that appear around his eyes. You’re hesitant, knowing that you are not small or dainty, that you are in fact rather heavy, but his gesture is insistent and so you perch yourself carefully on the edge of his knee, mindful not to put your whole weight onto his leg. Not wishing to make him uncomfortable and instead sacrifice your own comfort as you awkwardly balance your weight, drink in hand. 

It is not comfortable, not because of Bear, but because you are balancing on the very edge of his knee, holding most of your weight in your own legs as to avoid sitting properly or heavily onto him. His thighs are thick and broad, but you perch, barely on him, not having a good seat for your wide hips. 

Bear’s hands splayed across your waist, fingers falling between the divots and folds of your side. You are ever so aware of the fact that he can feel every roll and bump in your side as he rests them there. His grip is sure and firm, however, as he pulls you back onto his leg properly, till you're sitting snug against him, hips pressed back into his own and back against his chest. He does not allow you to perch yourself awkwardly for long, ensuring your are sat securely on his thigh.

His breath is warm against your ear as he wraps one arm full around your front, pressing it into your soft stomach comfortably. “You’re not hurting me, you’re not heavy. I’ve got you, mesh’la.” 

There’s something so utterly exposing and yet comforting about the fact he knew, that without being told he recognised what you were doing and sought to reassure you and correct it. 

“Are...are you sure?” You ask, hesitant to hear the answer, but still needing to know that it was okay to lean heavily into him, to press backwards against him. 

His beard and his curls tickle your cheek as he presses his chin into your shoulder and whispers back at you, “Certain. You’re not going to hurt me, Mesh’la, get comfortable for me.” 

You have to force yourself to do it, but you make yourself relax into him, press your weight back against his chest and lean into him. You force yourself to stop thinking of how you distribute your weight as you sit there, but every joke and silly comment in your ear from Bear has you relaxing more and more, and has your thoughts quieting throughout the night. 

You grip the arms around your waist, tracing through the hair there, over the freckles and scars that litter his skin in an absent kind of way as you feel yourself become drowsier and drowsier the more comfortable you get. 

Bear is warm and comfortable. Thick thighs built to be sat on, broad shoulders to lean your head back against, a warm chest that pillows underneath your back. He smells like sandalwood and soap, clean and warm, his skin is soft beneath your hands and his breathing is calming, lulling you into a drowsy state that has you wanting to fall asleep right there. 

His fingers rub circles into your soft stomach as his arms crowd around you, keeping you close. Your companions just give you both a knowing look but choose, for once, not to make a teasing joke or comment. 

You decide, in that moment, that you could get used to this. You could definitely get used to this.

You’re certain you must have fallen asleep at some point because you wake drowsy and confused to Bear telling you he should get you back to your quarters and to bed. You don’t have the awareness to even get up, but that’s okay, Bear thinks. He doesn’t mind as he lifts you into his arms, your soft body pressed against him. 

You are not small, but neither is he. He’s strong, even for a clone and has little problem cushioning your head in between his shoulder and neck as he carries you back to base. You press into him, burrow closer in a way you never would have at the start of the night and it makes him smile, to know you are comfortable in his arms, that you trust him.

You fall asleep again on the journey to your quarters, shallow breathing and twitching eyelids as you drift off. He does his best to stay steady and stable through the journey, not wishing to jostle you until he has little choice. You don’t wake again that night.

When you wake the next morning you are tucked into your bed in your quarters, a glass of water on your nightstand and your shoes carefully placed by the door to your bedroom. There is a little note on durasheet written in a careful hand by the glass of water. You reach for it as you sit yourself up. 

It says two little words, ‘good morning’ followed by a smiley face drawn with little zabrak horns. You can’t help the smile that twists at the corners of your mouth. You could definitely get used to this.

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