#Hylo stuff

[spacetrashpile]

CRASHES INTO YOUR INBOX. tell me about hex nOW 🎯🧊🍀✏️💀

WELL IF YOU INSIST!

🎯 -What do they do best?

ohhhh this is a hard one… i think since becoming the master at arms for the caesura she’s gotten really knowledgeable about weapons, especially older ones. she’s good at knowing exactly how to kill stuff.

🧊 - Is their current design the first one?

oh my god ABSOLUTELY NOT. her first design is gonna be her human one with the revengers which i have NO art of. she long brown hair that she wore down her back, dark eyes, wore a white shirt, yellow shorts, a black jean jacket, and combat boots. when i made her into a mechanisms oc, i took her initial revengers design and kept it about the same and then put her through the ringer, and also made her hair black and her eyes green.

of course we have the part where she looses her eye in our wonderland clone, then after she leaves the revengers when yrt comes back and tells her what happened to rosette, she cuts her hair short (like bob length) and gets rid of the jacket. while with lady saturn, she starts wearing a yellow button up and long black pants, but sticks with the combat boots.

when she gets mechanized, she gets brand new metal organs but those aren’t visible on the outside of course, and also gets a fun new eye (a blue one) and fun mechanical lines coming out of it, and i DO have art for this (ty @redrobemerle )

her hair gets longer in the time in between getting mech’d and joining the caesura, though she wears in different now. she also takes hylo’s dog tags when lady saturn murders them (ty for your consent to harm your guy).

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

ok you KNOW THIS but now i have to tell the internet and also whatever rival crews people who follow me but do not know this already.

for those of you who don’t know: back when buzzfeed unsolved was still running, the boys did a mid week q&a show about the episodes called the postmortem. due to a series of shenanigans, shane started doing an after show during the postmortems called the hotdaga: a hot dog saga about animated (stock art) foodstuffs going on adventures throughout the universe that involved magic, war crimes, an alien species he created, and original music. it’s genuinely really good but it is also about food. in like,, 2017 or 2018 me and some friends (including you, steven, you bastard) started playing a dnd campaign taking place during the space war that shane establishes as backstory for the war, and then it spiraled into utter insanity and beauty. it was the first campaign i ever played and it meant a lot to me and so much of it was stupid and TECHNICALLY we were all foodstuffs though very little art reflects that. hex was my character for this campaign. she was a rogue. and also a banana. and i loved her.

✏️ - How often do you draw/write about the OC?

not very often anymore, which makes me a bit sad. one of these days i’m gonna sit down and least write up all of her backstory so i can set it upon the rest of rival crews lol.

💀 - Does your OC have any phobias?

i BELIEVE i established at one point that she hates spiders. she’s also deeply terrified of getting close to people and losing them again and not being able to save them but that’s less fun.

[iloveporbeaglesharks]

Hello! This is my silly introduction post.

My name is Hylo, and my age is retracted. I like Hermitcraft, and Empires, which is what you’ll mostly see on here, but I’m also into Genshin Impact, and the Hellaverse. (Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss.)

I mainly reblog stuff that I find interesting, but I also do some art, which you might see every now and again. I’m working on adding a tag to it so you (and I) can find it easier!

Anyways that’s it!

[koltowave]

Under the lights

Commissioned art by @fleeting-sanity. Thanks again for the art, i love it so much 🧡🧡🧡

(Part 2 for this piece) --- Two years later...

The night air was crisp as Kira took a deep breath and went to do some last minute fix up around the camp site. This ran her rather ragged, as she was busy with official Alliance Lunar New Year celebrations. She kept this to herself, with a few alliance droids assisting in lifting some heavier stuff to the woods.

At the end of the first night of the lunar new year, Kira had slipped a note for Theron to meet her here, along with a gift, wrapped in red and gold. She sucked her breath, having a feeling that Theron knew what she asked. After all, he was a spy boy and kept tabs on everything around, even small stuff like Kira sneaking off with extra lanterns. Or getting a pot to heat up water. Or ordering extra items that wasn’t on the official list that Hylo and herself had ordered.

Just as she was fixing up the last lantern, she heard slight footsteps. Quickly, she turned to see Theron with a bashful smile. Kira approved at his arrival, as relief swept upon her that he was wearing the gift she had left for him. Admittedly, Kira was rather worried as she was a bit too risqué for Theron’s taste. But he wore the lunar new year outfit she left him, much to Kira’s delight at the sight of the intentional wardrobe malfunction.

“You’ve been rather busy Kira,” Theron took a glance around as he turned back, a faint blush developing across his cheek. “I didn’t have time to bring anything…”

Kira waved a hand. “No need, handsome. It’s not as grand as a few years ago but it’s just for us…”

“Along with the official celebrations.” Theron walked up to her and gave her a soft squeeze. “I thought what you were planning was going to be yesterday but I was surprised when you left me the note to meet here.”

Kira leaned into his warmth for a moment. “I had been planning this for months.” Regrettably, Kira lets go and gestures to the sitting area for them. “Let’s sit down and enjoy the snacks and the moon.”

She paused a little, awkwardness setting in. Even with Kira forgiving him during the last year and Theron relieved beyond measure, she was still relearning what they had before. But she knew things were different and they were both older. Probably not much wiser but it was a step forward for them. “And each other’s company.”

Kira felt the urge to smack herself, as she was not used to being rather needy of Theron. It was a normal thing in a relationship, one so precocious in their rebuilding as theirs.

Theron probably had sensed what she felt and gave her a small kiss. “I would love that,” Theron spoke softly, pulling them down to the sitting area before leaning in to kiss her again.

A laugh came to Kira’s lips as she didn’t expect the sudden movement to be plopped down on top of him. “Slow down there, handsome.”

Theron gave her another kiss on her cheek before moving away. “Sorry, got a bit carried away there…”

Kira got herself comfortable with the dress she wore and snuggled up to Theron. “One more kiss before we admire the stars for the rest of the night?” she asked, grinning in happiness.

Theron answered her with another kiss before they settled in for the night of quiet, for the new year.

[sainamoonshine]

The way I think of it is:

Lana: the Alliance equivalent of Minister of Sith Intelligence

Theron: Terrified of having a desk job the Alliance equivalent of Director of the SIS

(you know how in the empire Keeper reported to Darth Jadus? Or how irl in the USA the director of the CIA reports to the Secretary of Homeland Security? That’s how I see it. Theron does more hands-on managing of the actual spy shit & gathering the Intel and Lana does more managing of the political stuff and making decisions with the Intel)

Aygo: in charge of military operations

Hylo: Quartermaster, alliance equivalent of a minister of logistics

Dr. Ogurobb: Director of research and development

Sana Re: Alliance equivalent of Jedi Grandmaster

Gault: Hylo’s trophy husband

Senya: she kind of fell off the map after kofte/kotet but I’d place her an advisor, and my headcanon is she handles Alliance interior security (because she’s a cop)

Koth: also an advisor, and in my headcanon he handles Alliance exterior security (like he takes a couple of ships to patrol trade routes around the Alliance and also Zakull to defend against pirates, etc.) He’s like the coast guards

Arcann: definitely unemployed. I don’t think anybody gave him a job actually. Somebody in the noted said errand boy and I think that’s accurate 😂

okay people who have played through KOTXX and are better at paying attention than me, i need your help. now, i’m not complaining about having all my best friends in my clubhouse on odessen, but like. what are they all doing there? what is everyone’s, like…rank? like. like how are their responsibilities delegated outside of game mechanics in the context of us being…an independent military entity, or an autonomous separatist mini-government, or whatever we are? if Theron’s doing his taxes, what the fuck is the actual job title on his W2??

anyway here’s what i’ve worked out so far:

Commander: Commander

Lana: Evil Advisor Spymaster

Theron: Lana’s mook

Aygo: Admiral (meaning he technically outranks me but let’s ignore it for now)

Hylo: somehow NOT my Admiral????

Dr. Ogurubb: Director of Research

Gault: Human Resources

Senya: Arcann’s mom

Arcann: unemployed

Koth: Director of Transportation

[finchmarie]

Another sketch page. I really like figuring out the dynamics between my dudes (maybe one day I’ll roll some men folk even. I think blueberry boys are in my future!)

I think Mass Effect sketches in a similar fashion may be next as I work through my insanity Soldier run.

As last time a bunch of info dumping on my Legacy.

Theron & Charlie just before Nathema. She’s very in love and therefore about to be real pissed. Just so furious because it’s easier than being heartbroken. In my canon run it’s Winter, Charlie, Codex & Lana that ultimately track him down.

Codex and Emer (pronounced ey-mer) passing some time on Odessen. Codex hasn’t found Vector yet at that point, and they enjoy fooling around with Emer. Not just for the physical connection but because it brings them a greater understanding of the inner workings of the Sith and Dark Council.

Codex is the product of their Cipher training, they’re calm, collected and nearly impossible to read. They typically report directly to Lana and actually become very close with Esskelle who shares many of their personality traits. They both also have a bit of a masochistic streak.

Emer didn’t romance Quinn. I’m considering Risha, Elara or even Senya. Emer is fairly typical Sith she’s passionate and full of rage she readily brings to battle. She’s also petty and egotistical. However she’s fiercely loyal to those in her good graces. She loves Vette like a sister and it is to Vette’s credit that Emer is not a complete monster.

Esskelle taking a hit in training. Showing off her tattoo that is a massive pita. I still need to work out a full design for her arm. I also need to work out how she lost it. I want to say as an injury while being trapped in carbonite, or during an encounter with Vaylin. She’s still clunky with it but is quickly learning how to use the weight to her advantage.

Aric doing some training. Mostly cause I love cat man and his VA, but also cause I need to practice drawing masc folks.

Izzy (Isra’fael) doing some exercising. She’s a smuggler who has a decent reputation and joined the Alliance to make money (which she has). She’s hyper competitive with Charlie and it frustrates her to no end that Charlie is better than her in most things despite being (in her mind) dumber and less prepared. In pushing herself constantly she’s become a valuable asset that Hylo is particularly fond of. She also gets on very well with Vette as they share similar backgrounds and a love for a good caper.

Aric and Leyliana’s reunion makes me feel stuff. Him thinking she’s been dead for five years and then she appears out of the blue and he’s skeptical and nervous but she smells and looks and speaks just like he remembers. I’m gonna have to write about it for real here soon.

[sullustangin]

Fluffy February Day 19: Loop

Fandom: SWTOR

TIme:  Intro to the Smuggler story (landing on Coruscant)

Pairing: None (gen fic)

Words:  ~700

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Eva Corolastor glared up at the public transport listing at Coruscant spaceport.

Corso watched the pilot as she got more annoyed at the constant delays.  He’d only known Eva for a few days, but he knew she had a temper on her.  Granted, some guy had just stolen her ship, ditched her on Ord Mantell, and nearly got her cat killed when the critter abandoned ship to go to his master.

Hylo the Cat sat on his haunches, also glaring up at the public transport listings.  Unacceptable.

Eva seemed to reach the same conclusion.  Eva turned to Corso abruptly.  “You got a speeder license?”

“Yeah, been drivin’ farm vehicles since I was … ten?  Got it all official the day I –”

“Great!  You got a criminal record yet?” Eva startled him with her enthusiasm as well as the follow-up question.  

“Uh…no?” Corso barely had enough time to reply before Eva grabbed his arm and dragged him over to the speeder rental booth.

“Viidu had a deadman’s switch, so I got some credits from him – bet you did too,” Eva said.  “And I’d rather spend it on actually getting somewhere in this city rather than waiting around for some old converted garbage scow.”

~~

“Move over.”  Eva motioned to Corso.   As if to add emphasis, Hylo jumped on the dashboard, right in front of the steering yoke.

“Seriously?”  Corso said, not moving out of the driver’s seat yet. “I’m the legal driver of this here vehicle – you didn’t want to get your chaincode scanned –”  Then something struck him. “Hey, you didn’t get scanned at the port authority – you had Hylo snatch that guard’s lunch and then the pair of you chased him all over the port –"

“--I’m the better driver,” Eva cut him off as she opened the speeder door on the driver’s side.

Corso looked at her as if she was crazy.  “Now how do I know that?”

Eva gestured to herself with open hands.  “Did I not dodge that separatist blockade?  Did I not land under fire?”

Corso shook a finger at her. “Now hang on here – that’s a starship, this is a speeder –”

“If I’m good at the big stuff, don’t you think I’d be even better at the small craft?”  Eva squared up to him, hands on her hips.  “Or is this a ‘the man should drive’ situation, because that’s sooooo last century and is an expression of your latent insecurities.”

Corso worked his jaw a couple of times. “Ain’t got nothing to be insecure about!  The swoop’s in my name and I’m responsible for it –”

“And don’t we have a meeting with that Darmas?  Isn’t he busy?”  Eva pointedly looked at her chrono on her wrist.  “Don’t want to miss the opportunity to catch Skavak.”  

Corso squeezed the steering wheel in his hands.  Then he made a disgusted noise.  “Just don’t total it.”  Then he moved over to sit on the passenger side.

~~

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAY VVVVVVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”  Corso stared ahead at the oncoming freighter, howling the entire time.

Eva let out a whoop as she pulled back on the yoke and weaved back into the correct lane of traffic. “Kriff, the exit to that sector is back up there.”    Her eyes bounced between the lane in front of her and the review mirror, where the exit sign now was.    

Then she reached to pat Hylo.  “You might wanna hold on tight.’

With a mreep, Hylo jumped off the dash and sank his claws into the carseat.

“Ah, come on, you two, the speeder is in my NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAME ---”

Eva had executed a loop in order to get herself into the upper lane going into the opposite direction.

Except now they were flying upside down.

And that’s exactly how they entered into the speeder port, with Eva flipping them back over at the absolute last second.  

Eva and Hylo jumped out of the speeder as if it was no big deal.

Corso remained hunched over in the passenger seat for a few minutes.  “Eva,” he finally said as he sat up.  He let his hand hang over the side of the speeder door and motioned for her to come over.

Eva meandered over, some smug expression on her face.

“Give me the keys, woman. We ain’t doin’ that again.”

....but they absolutely did it again.  A lot of times.

And Corso missed it when they didn’t.

~~

@fluffyfebruary @ayresis @starlightcleric @bluephoenix1347 @ermingarden

[bestbonnist]

Chapter 150.2

So the new look didn't last long. This has ruined my week. I'm devastated. Why the hell did they dye their hair and cut it if they were going to go right back to normal. What was the point. I thought we were in this for the long run but I guess Fushi's commitment issues shot them in the foot once again.

If the turtle pregnancy incident has taught me one thing, it's that the seemingly random stuff will be important later, so a part of me is still expecting to find out that there was another reason why Fushi had to change their hair. The only thing I can think of is maybe they wanted to get around without any knockers noticing? But since they're not hiding the change, and presumably there's at least one knocker keeping an eye on them at school, that would make no sense.

The only thing keeping me from going over the edge and strangling someone (there were many times I was tempted today, dear reader, but I persevered) was March and Hanna's interaction. The look on March's face when Hanna says "they're delicious..." I am happy.

March's dumplings were the mud balls that Mimori and Fushi were making, by the way, and you can see them making one for themselves in an earlier panel. Mizuha rejected Fushi's offer for friendship but Hanna accepted it in a roundabout way and I think that's neat. Also how March is treating Hanna in exactly the same way she would treat Parona, like how Fushi did with Mizuha. I may or may not be thinking about how she's also on the outside manipulating dolls on volume 14's cover, you know, the one I love to reference when I talk about all of Fushi's issues.

Curious as to why Messar is talking about Mizuha even though he's probably only heard about her secondhand from Yuuki and Kai/Hylo, who are going to have two vastly different takes on her. Please don't laugh, but I have this theory that Messar is a knocker right now. At first only because it looked like he was leaving at night during Chapter 147.2, he has his coat over his shoulder so he has to be going somewhere, and we know the knockers have nightly meetings.

The comparison between when he got gifts for the adults and girls the last time he struck big but shunned Gugu and Hylo, but now just so happened to have found presents for them could also be more evidence that a knocker's improving the relationships that are harder for him to maintain, though I'd prefer to see that as Messar actually caring about the two of them and trying not to show it. I also thought these two lines were kind of similar:

I don't know. Something's definitely going on with him, but it might not be a knocker's doing. I just think it would be kind of fucked if the person who's been giving Fushi good advice and pushing them to make certain decisions this arc turned out to be a knocker.

Obligatory comparison of these two lines:

Just... remember that when Fushi says shit's fine it's not.

I have a huge confirmation bias with this series but even I'm struggling to make Fushi look bad. They seem a little sad in some parts, yeah, but also so genuinely happy in the last panel? They said goodbye to Gugu, but it's not as bad as they thought it would be. They can visit anytime, and they're still connected.

Ooima plans this shit out very thoroughly in advance, is what I'm saying.

In case you missed it (because I did the first three times I read the chapter) Gugu has decided to be immortal, which is why Fushi is so happy at the end. I don't know whether the rest of their friends will decide to go or stay, but they'll be able to handle it.

[queen-scribbles]

I have more of their backstory! Unfortunately lot of sad stuff 😅

Their parents(Faren and Sereda) moved from Coruscant to Makeb when Ren was really little, two as most, equal parts for a work opportunity and to get away from all the crime CorSec was not having much luck curtailing.

Dad worked in a mine, Mom stayed home with Ren and worked on building up social connections--both just friends among the neighbors and good rapport with the governor's staff.

One of Dad's foremen happened to see her in action and was impressed by her memory/ability to multitask, so offered her a job in communications.

Staggered schedules and separate mines at first so one of them was always home with Ren, but when he was old enough to go to day school, the hours got longer and they were occasionally at the same mine. Then regularly at the same mine(so they could commute together). Both parents got time off when Nat was born; few months for Dad, ~year for Mom.

Even then, Mom was only working 3-4 days a week when the groundquake hit. On one of the days she was working.

The groundquake was one of the worst on record up until RotHC; hit six mesas, knocked out light bridges, severely damaged one mine and destroyed three more.

Including the one where their parents worked. Ren stayed with Nat for three days inside their wrecked house waiting to see if either of them came home.

They didn't

Three days was the point he had to go out and get food bc they were running low. Ren waited until Nat was sleeping and went to find something. The grocer was mostly destroyed/scavenged already, of course, but there were a few things left the extremely haggard owner was willing to sell him

(He got jumped and most of it stolen on the way home. Wound up with three juma fruits and a small thing of milk. Made sure Nat was full first.)

(suddenly very glad his mother made sure he know how to change a diaper)

it's two day later an aftershock finishes the destruction of their house and forces them to live on the street

Thanks to worry about aftershocks and other "seismic activity" it takes three months for aid shuttles to land. They have to do surveys, confirm the results, round up people willing to go somewhere potentially unstable, supplies to take with them.

When they arrive, the aid goes to larger towns first, takes a while to get to Ren and Nat's.

He tries to avoid rescue workers for a while; worried being found will result into going to an orphanage and being split up. (even knowing there's a chance that would be best for Nat since he can't really take care of her)

Cue being found by the Jedi, who picked up on Nat's Force Sensitivity since it's so strong and very gently offers to take her to the Jedi Order, which Ren agrees to, and also offers to find Ren a place, which he declines. He'd rather take care of himself.

When Ren eventually gets his own ship, he names it after his mom.

Less sad note: I think I'm gonna have both of them wind up in Tragen's Alliance. They're on the same server and I can easily make it make sense and keep their planned romances even.

Nat joins the Force Enclave, starts talking to Arcann one time he comes to visit with Sana-Rae, befriends him bc she would, bam there's the spark for them. (Tragen, btw, would strongly encourage this and might even meddle)

Ren and Beryl is even easier; they're hired on as some of Hylo's freelancers(Ren and Hylo frequently bicker about who is the Republic Greatest Outlaw Hero while Beryl sips caf and rolls her eyes).

With Ren not actually being on the base much, and mostly in the underworld hanger when he is, I can take as long as I want for it to click for them that they're siblings >:3

if you read all that have a cookie🍪🍪🍪

Renatis & Rhenata

Okay, I don't have all the details of the newest sibling set's backstory worked out, but what I do have:

Ren is is six years older than Nat, and he was v excited about being a big brother

Their parents died when Nat was about 18 months old, and there was no family or friends around to take them in, so the kids wound up on the street

Ren tried so hard to take care of Nat so they could stay together and he wouldn't lose what was left of his family, dodged going to an orphanage bc he was afraid they would be separated, but he was seven.

They ran into/were found by a Jedi after about 6 months(so Ren's 8 and Nat's 2), who could tell Nat was Force-Sensitive. After some minor hesitation bc this is his baby sister and he's been trying so hard to stay together, Ren let the Jedi take her. It's better for Nat; he knows he can't take proper care of her like the Jedi will, she'll get shelter/food/training that he's struggling to find for them.

So Nat goes to be trained by the Jedi, turns out to be extremely gifted with the Force, happy sweet.... and there's this one lullaby she hums sometimes that she can't remember for the life of her where she first heard it.

Ren keeps living on the streets--much easier to do only looking out for him and not a baby(that's what he tells himself but he still misses her). He gets v good at charming his way into jobs/free food/a night's shelter in someone's storage room(or just sneaking in and making sure he's gone before he'd get caught).

Finally talks his way onto the crew of a smuggling ship when he's 12. H's persuasive, sneaky, dexterous, fits in small spaces... who wouldn't want someone like him on their crew? Thus begins his smuggling career.

The charm hangs on--and it doesn't hurt he turns out to be a looker--as he gets older, and almost unintentionally turns him into a bit of a ladies' man.

However he learned the-hard-way-adjacent you DO NOT flirt with people who will be stuck on the same ship with you long term(first mate and medic on his second smuggling crew had a romantic falling out and it got real ugly real fast).

[chaotic-archaeologist]

hylo! thoughts on the plastic waste found on Pembrokeshire hill? is this the future of archaeology?

In reference to the above article:

Yes, I think this is extremely worrying. My concern for archaeology is sort of selfish and secondary to my concern for the environment.

I do believe that we are in what could be called "the Plastic Age." Future archaeologists will be able to date sites based on what kind of plastic they find there. Plastic is an integral part of our lives: look around you, how much of your stuff has at least one plastic component? How much of it is made entirely from plastic.

This is why you cannot be an anthropologist or archaeologist without also being an advocate for the environment. We need to speak up and add out voices to the fight for environmental justice at every opportunity. For the people who lived here before us, for the people living here now, and for the people who will live here after us.

-Reid

[greyias]

Whispers in the Force

Aw yeah, teeny tiny, itty bitty story drop in today’s patch! Always a fun and appreciated surprise! Let’s see what BWA has in store for us today! Obviously, some

Okay, not a whole lot here, but it was a nice fun little update nonetheless! Some quick thoughts, in no particular order:

Hylo says we’re all the important people--thanks vodka aunt! ♥ u!

Akaavi! Holy crap, it’s been long enough since the last update I kind of forgot we sent her on a mission! I love Akaavi bunches, and adore that BWA found a way to have her play a part in the story again. Now if they could just give her, Shae, and Torian a team up mission together my life would be complete. Mando Road Trip!!!

THERON!!!! -- look, its not much in the way of content, but he’s there, and I appreciate every appearance

I love how he sticks up for Gnost-Dural if you pick one of the immature dialogue options, nad is almost even diplomatic about it. Character growth! And him and Gnosty still being total bros!

Theron and Gnost-Dural is my other BroTP with Theron -- Underwear Bros 4 eva!

Okay, back to plot stuff for a second -- I know that they didn’t really reveal anything about the nature of the device that Darth Nul created other than it was a “containment” device. But that wording, along with the REALLY WEIRD FRICKING WRITING DECISIONS in the Dantooine Flashpoint make me wonder if that theory I had isn’t so far off.

What the hell was that artifact “containing” anyway? And why the fuck did we suddenly get enveloped in darkness?? I’m really hoping that what seemed like bad/infuriating writing decisions were actually clues to something more nuanced/subtle going on. Like back when Umbara originally dropped, I am all too happy to be tentatively optimistic if they’re doing something a little clever and unexpected, as long as at the end of the day they stay true to the characters.

I WANTED TO VISIT THE CREEPY PLANET TO LOOK FOR RELICS :( :( :( :(  [insert Veruca Salt tantrum here]

But sending Arcann works too I guess

I do like that they are finding some ways to keep the “bricked” characters involved in the storyline, and its clever to send Arcann to do a mission in Wild Space.

Darth Nul is a fun name for an old Sith of legend--I really hope that name is a hint to perhaps what was contained in his relic. HMMM. Let the speculation begin!

[drmadladofficial]

I DONT THIBK IVE EVER POSTED ABOUT MY OWN OC UNIVERSE huh that's crazy scratches my head anyways the mad scientist is dr coleus and frog boy is hylo they're evil and stuff evehevwyegwheywy

[forcemelt]

🖊 Tamigo

Want me to gush about my OCs? - ask game

to start off, I really need to force myself to get her through Ziost and finally start kotfe with her partially because, well, I want to do story (i'm just always bad when getting to it) but also I currently got maxed out alliances influences on both ray and preliara and let's just say I got a lot of alliance crates in my legacy bank I'd need to give out.

other than that, I just thought about how fun her interactions with theron were when I played through shadow of revan. again, this part of my canon isn't like completely figured out but tamigo would definitely be up for any of the pirate rishi stuff and she and theron can just very easily become friends. with lana it was a bit more complicated as she wasn't initially very trusting of her (she's also not a big fan of the empire in general. can't really blame her). eventually she also grew to like her more and they could probably also become friends if it then wasn't for her giving up theron to the revanites. during kotfe i do feel like she grows to trust her more again though since she eventually does join the alliance (i think she could easily work with hylo and with supply running etc)

[swtorletters]

HI EVERYONE!!! i've got something exciting to share!!!

while i want to use this blog as a data base for letters you receive in game, i also wanted to have some fun and meet other's ocs! that's why i've created a sw:tor template! it's completely free to use with no credit, but i was thinking i'd offer to make them for you!

if you've got a letter written, i can transfer it to the template and add it to our database! i will of course tag them as non-canon so we can keep canon and non-canon letters separate! below the cut is the template and examples i've done using my own ocs! the submission box is OPEN!

[id: three photos of letters from star wars the old republic. the first one reads: From: Darth Valkus

Subject: Hair dye?

Remember when Lana and Hylo kept trying to sit us down so we could run through the Alliance’s budget and we kept looking for excuses not to? Well, Lana caught me at a bad time and all of a sudden ON MY DAY OFF I'm looking through finances. Thanks for helping me STUPID.

I'm not trying to accuse you of anything and your finances are, for the most part, normal. But there’s a routine charge every so often of hair dye. Pink hair dye. Are you graying? Nothing wrong with that. Kind of funny. does Theron know?

Bye

the second letter is a blank star wars the old republic letter template. the third letter reads: From: Master Novamir

Subject: STAY OUT OF MY FINANCES

Terrible morning to you,

First off, if you wanted help just ask. Second, looking through MY personal (PERSONAL) finances feels like a crime, and third, NO I AM NOT GRAYING. Pretend you never saw that.

I truly am not graying. I know it sounds like I am, but just know I’m not. Plus, those aren’t even mine. I bought them for my good friend. I can’t tell you who.

Stay away from my stuff,

Banner Novamir /end id]

[choco-glow]

Mirjahaal

Quiet statistics in red, cold, unfeeling, and climbing, ticked upwards as the clock steadily counted away the minutes, the hours spent sitting here watching the destruction on the holos before her. Senya Tirall, once Knight-Captain of Zakuul, took a long drink of the tihaar in her hand, and swallowed both the burn of the alcohol and the tears she’d been shedding all day, lost in her grief as she watched Vaylin’s path of destruction reach a crescendo. Arcann had, thankfully, left her alone after his first check in when she’d woken up from the burst of power that had rattled the whole galaxy…as had several others.

Hylo had brought her something to eat, at least, and Senya had thanked her blindly, tears hot on her cheeks, and it was Gault who’d brought her the tihaar, quietly and without judgement, much to her relief…but the next person to enter her small room was a surprise, even to Senya. She studied the redhead before her, feeling both unkempt and yet, uncaring at the sight of Mandalore, her helmet on her hip, while Senya was dressed down in an old tunic and her leggings, long hair unwound in soft waves and hanging heavy over one shoulder. Waves Vaylin inherited…oh my daughter…

“…I see where Gault got the good stuff then; I’ll forgive him for stealing it off me this one time.” Senya flushed at that, anger and shame curling in her gut, but Shae simply raised a hand, shaking her head. For all that the woman was a decade older than her, and half a head shorter, she certainly had the presence of a Commander, even more than she herself had. With that, Senya quieted, settling back unsteadily on her small sofa…and Shae set her helmet down, popping off her armor piece by piece until she was down to her soft leatheris gear underneath. The redhead, her blue eyes crinkled with a faint frown, settled on the other end of the sofa and with a flick of the remote, turned off Holonet.

“Mandalore, wait—”

“Shae.” Senya paused, her fear and anger washed away in sudden confusion, and Shae smiled. “Call me Shae. Mandalore is for the battlefield; my name is for my friends.” Senya blinked, feeling a flush touch her cheeks again…but this time for a different reason. Friends…? She could count the number of friends she’d had on one hand, especially now. Usually, it was simply Lana, and occasionally Theron made friendly overtures…but she knew she was too old for their company, and frankly, there was an Alliance to run. But…Shae didn’t make these gestures without reason, the sober, logical part of her brain reminded her, and Senya swallowed the lump in her throat.

“…Shae…why…please, turn it back on.”

“So you can drink yourself to death watching the galaxy burn? Go insane staring at those numbers? No.” Shae shifted, and handed her a flask; Senya took it, but paused, and Shae chuckled. “Go ahead, that’s safe to drink. It’s known as a kolto-banger or koltoshot, we use ‘em to sober up every time. They aren’t the greatest tasting, but they’re easy on the body and you’ll feel better for it. Not to mention it staves off hangovers better’n anything else we’ve tried.”

“…Well, I suppose the Clans would know what works best.” Shae grinned at that, and Senya swallowed the liquid down, grimacing at both the taste and the texture.

“Like fish slime and toothpaste, ain’t it?”

“Ugh, worse, somehow…but you’re right, I feel better…and the aftertaste isn’t nearly as bad.”

“No, it’s something somesuch to do with the stomach acid and other crap I never bothered to learn about; Oggurobb could tell you, but who’d wanna listen that long? Drink some water too with it, you’ll feel better.” Senya obeyed, grateful suddenly for Shae calling the shots; that no-nonsense voice was…calming in a way that Senya hadn’t appreciated much until now. Shae’s smile was softer now, but she seemed to settle into the sofa more, clearly here for the long-haul, and with the Holonet staying off…Senya sighed a little.

“…You want me to talk about this, don’t you…”

“As one mother to another…yes. I do. I can’t stop you from beating yourself up about the past, no, but I can listen to you work through it. I’ve…made my fair sure of mistakes. I’ve buried two children of my body, dozens more of my soul.”

“…you went through all that alone?” Senya knew she sounded horrified, heartbroken for the Mandalorian, and Shae shook her head, smile growing both fond and sad at the same time.

“Aaray…or'trikar…Pain, grief, they have a way of fading with both time and healing, though the scars never fully disappear. But I had friends, I had Clan, and that was…that helped. Clan Ordo helped me bury my daughters…Clan Fett helped me remember them. Mandalore spoke with me for days on end, guiding me through the morass with a care that so many never would have known in him. And when the night is darkest, I sing the songs of my children and my people, I play the drum, I remember. And then I rest, for the morning to come.” She paused, her voice trailing off…and Senya watched her turn to meet her own eyes again, Shae’s as full of pain as her own heart.

“How in the name of your gods have you been able to endure this alone, Senya?” She froze like a thranta in fear…and felt her already cracked façade shatter into a million pieces. A sob tore through her throat as the tears burst the dam once more, and Shae was across the cushions in a heartbeat, cradling Senya to her chest and wrapping strong arms about her, hoarse voice soft with a kindness that Senya could only distantly hear. “Oh mesh’la, you haven’t…you haven’t…cry it out…”

Shae held her without complaint for what felt like days, weeks, years…Losing Thexan, losing Valkorion, losing Vaylin so many times…losing her Knights, the children she knew she would lose but loving them all the same…losing Arcann, and working so hard to bring him back. She’d welcomed her death then, hoped, perhaps, that it might finally end…But she’d lived. She’d lived and endured, bolstered by the Commander’s kind heart and Oggurobb’s technological wonders…Senya sobbed all of this out, her calm shell utterly crushed into dust beneath her as Shae let her babble and wail, murmuring soft things in both Mando’a and Basic, and a dozen other languages that Senya only half-knew.

And yet…it was exactly what she’d needed.

Finally, finally, the sobs began to abate, the tears drying up because she was frightfully thirsty, her nose a red and snotty mess…and Shae, ever the calm soul, offered her a glass of water, and a handkerchief to blow her nose with. There was no judgement in those eyes, only gentle understanding, and despite her instincts…Senya leaned into the Mandalorian without a second thought, closing her eyes for a long moment to ease the burning. A warm blanket, soft, a gift from the Commander when the woman had learned that Senya had come to Odessen with nothing but the armor on her back, was draped around her, and Senya breathed in the scent of the detergent, grateful that whoever was cleaning things kept it a nice, soft scent.

“…thank you…” Her voice was barely a whisper, and Shae only tucked her closer, somehow wrapping around her for all that Senya was the taller, larger woman.

“Ba'gedet'ye. I hoped you’d have that while I was still here…I hoped that my visit would help a little. Arcann was worried about you anyway, but I’d intended to stop by and see you.” Senya felt her lips curve up, just a little, and she turned to look up at Shae, her eyes still red and sore, but faintly amused now as Shae shot her a crooked grin.

“…This wouldn’t have anything to do with my admission up in the cantina that night that I wish I’d married Torch rather than the Emperor…”

“I’d be lying if I said it didn’t. I…frankly, Senya, you’re one of the few friends I’ve had in years that aren’t Clan…and Clan can be complicated. You…aren’t. You’re strong, so strong that it boggles my mind that you’ve endured so much with absolutely nothing more than steel resolve and the will to fight. And I grieve with you, because losing a child to death is terrible…but losing one to madness, that is true hell. I’m grateful that my adi, my daughters, they had quick deaths at the hands of their opponents; they didn’t suffer.

“Vaylin…I’m not in the least bit Force sensitive, and I can feel the pain and rage boiling off that kid. And I will do all I can to put an end to this…but I don’t want to lose you to it too. I…don’t want to lose you at all, Senya.” Shae paused at that, easing away, looking…well, worried, and Senya felt her cheeks flush again in a whole different feeling…one that she remembered all too well. But unlike Valkorion…Shae wouldn’t leave her like that. Wouldn’t just…fall quiet one day and ignore her pleas. Would not forget her... Senya gazed down at her hands, at how steady they were…and studied her heart too, closing her eyes and stilling her senses, searching both the Force and her own soul for the answer…

And on swift wings, it came.

“You won’t lose me.” She murmured, and Shae glanced back, eyes wide…and Senya took a chance, pressing a soft, chaste kiss to her cheek. “I…would like to try cin vhetin, if you’ll have me.” The look on Shae’s face was all the answer she needed, and they met in a kiss as soft as the one before, joy sparking between them as they wrapped around one another again.

“Welcome home, riduur…welcome home…now it’s time for mirjahaal, healing…No rush, no fuss, we take all the time we need. HK’ll shoot anyone who interrupts us.” Shae murmured, and Senya felt a smile tug at her lips, a chuckle sounding as the redhead laid back on the sofa, letting her snuggle into her love’s chest. She’d been aloft so long, an albatross lost among the stars…with Shae, she had found her nest…and with the Commander, a new purpose…and then she froze.

“…Arcann…”

“Kid’s fine, told me not to break your heart or he’d break my face. Sweet kid, glad you brought him back.” She blinked, and burst into weak laughter, and Shae joined her, the two of them curling back together as they chortled. “In all honesty, he’s fine with this.”

“Remind me to figure out a way to thank him?”

“Anything for you, riduur.”

[finchmarie]

I've decided I'm just going to start sharing sketches of varying degrees of polish alongside some serious info dumping on my OCs so I can get some of it out of my brain!

General info about my canon so far (basically at the moment it's starting stories to Ossus while I flesh stuff out then I'll mover further along)!

My main eight characters, main eight class play throughs, are Alliance founders who for the most part meet when coming together against Revan. There are many other faces in my Legacy but these eight were caught in carbonite by Zakuul within six months of each other. They're also the most fleshed out and tend to be the lighter side folk.

Anyways a bunch of info dumping in 3...2...1:

Pictured top left are my pub folks: Winter, Jedi Knight, is Alliance Commander. Charlie, Smuggler, works alongside Hylo as a procurement specialist. She spends a lot of time in combat. Leyliana, Trooper, works alongside her cat husband. Esskelle, Jedi Consular, was assigned as right hand to Lana Beniko and they eventually end up married.

Leyliana and Charlie tend to butt heads as they're just fundamentally different in regards to things like following orders and not shooting before asking questions.

Winter and Charlie are my loves. These little white haired babies were brought together after they both lost their families in the sacking of Coruscant. Charlie was younger than Winter and drawn to her at first simply because of their matching hair. They were street kids for awhile together with Winter watching over Charlie. When Winter's force sensitivity was detected and she was taken off for training Charlie was left behind. This set her into stealing her first ship, and subsequent 'life of crime', to follow after Winter. It took a few years to find her but she did and by the events of the game they're in close contact. Charlie would and has taken blaster shots for Winter and is fiercely loyal to her.

Fun fact 90% of the jewelry Winter wears is from Charlie, as Winter was admittedly a little vain as a child. When she got the scars on her face, during a gang related robbery, she was devastated. Without too much gruesome detail Charlie made herself match in an effort to make Winter feel better, resulting in the vertical scar on Charlie's face. The horizontal is from a speeder crash that came way too close to decapitating her. Charlie often follows her guts vs her brains. She's not known as a thinker, and much of her success comes from her instincts being eerily accurate.

Charlie and Theron make me a bit feral. They're my "Good at everything but each other" trope. They haven't gotten their cute post Nathema proposal as Charlie is not quick to forgive or forget. Though they eventually end up married the timing in my story is just a bit different.

Winter marries Doc Kimble (she apparently likes to surround herself with a type) who Charlie works with like oil in water. Likely because they're so similar, though he's got her beat on book smarts, they're both over confident but very skilled with over inflated egos. She's done combat medicine more than once where the two ended up nearly coming to blows over her 'butcher jobs'. Despite this because of a shared love of Winter they make an effort to tolerate each other.

Esskelle and Lana are my 'slow burn' trope. They're making me crazier the more I flesh them out. Initially their vibe = Esskelle "I can make her better". Lana: "I can make her worse". They both kind of succeed.

[sullustangin]

Fluffy February Day 13:  Pride

Fandom: SWTOR

Time:  In the near future (28-29 ATC)

Pairing: Theron Shan/Smuggler

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“What’s it mean ‘to be proud’ of a kid?”

Eva looked up her supper to see Theron in the lounge recliner holding a parenting holobook in one hand and steadying the baby with the other.  Argento had unceremoniously passed out on his father’s chest after a four-hour squall.  Eva thought the kid had the best idea, both about sleep and the location, but she had to eat at some point.  

Retroactively, Eva mentally pat herself on the back for instituting gender-neutral parental leave for the Alliance.  

Presently, Eva shoveled in another mouthful of buttery rice with an egg stirred in.  “How do you mean?”

Theron frowned as he put the holobook down on one of the make-shift crate tables nearby,  freeing his other hand to gently rest on the baby.  Once his hand settled on his son, the frown dissolved and Theron gazed at Argo with no small amount of wonder.  “Parenting book.  Section about ‘parental pride’ and how to express it in a non-toxic way.”   Now he looked at Eva.  “I’m … unfamiliar with the concept.”

“Ah.”  Eva put her fork down for a second and grabbed a napkin to wipe her mouth off.  “It’s like when I got my 1500 hours on the Thief.  All the work I’d done, all the lessons Ma had given me, everything Hadrian ever showed me about maintenance… it all came together.  They were proud because I’d achieved something, but they’d also made a functional smuggler out of me.”  

“Parents do take pride in their kids’ achievements, even when they had nothing to do with it.”

“Yeah…”  Then it took Eva a second to realize he wasn’t asking a question.  “Jace…didn’t mean it like he was taking credit.  He’s proud of you.  He – he wants to be associated with you, to be known as –”

“A father who wasn’t allowed to be there.”  A finger drifted across the top of the baby’s head, stroking at the downy fluffy.  “I know he didn’t mean anything bad by it, but that whole … thing.. .from Iokath still bugs me.  He’s proud of me for fighting in the war.  But…I’m proud of my service, because I worked for other things. For peace.  For the future.”  Theron’s brow creased again.  “Later he said he was proud of me for ‘getting my priorities straight.’  Something he hadn’t done.”

Eva propped her arm up on the table.  “Are you happier at home than he ended up being?”

Theron’s face went soft. “Yeah.  Definitely.”  

“Good parents don’t want their kids to repeat the same bad stuff they did,” Eva said, thinking  back to one stark memory of her mother.  

Her tenth birthday had been celebrated in darkness as they’d tried to sneak out of Chiss space after the Treaty of Coruscant was signed.  They ran dark and ate cold rations, and Hylo the Cat was the most valuable crew member for keeping Eva warm.

Athene had nearly cried because “it’s not supposed to be like this for her.”  It had been, for Athene, a regular occurrence throughout her childhood.

Eva had learned not to press ears to doors that weren’t hers after that.

“Satele has said stuff along the same lines, believe it or not.”  Theron leaned back in the chair a little more as Argo’s limbs moved in his sleep. “She ‘approved’ of my choices.  My career.  You.”  He gave her a smile that begged for trouble. “You really are the best con artist in the galaxy.”

“I specialized in fleecing Jedi at finishing school,” Eva teased right back, picking up her fork to finish her dinner.  

After she’d placed her dish in the galley to be cleaned, Eva came back out to the lounge to see Theron giving the holobook on the table another glance.  “I’m not sure about kid-related pride.  It … seems … conditional…”  Theron made a face. “It’s like getting marksmanship medals at SIS – do this, get that. Transactional.”

“The medals are hot, but not a dealbreaker.  The Force?” Eva crossed the room to him and their son.

“Who needs it.”  Theron watched as she carefully knelt down at the side of the recliner.  “Your parents said they loved you before you were a pilot.”

“Yeah.  Before I was anything interesting.”  She leaned her head on Theron’s shoulder to get a look at Argo.

He was a lot cuter when he was asleep.

Then Theron said, quietly, “It’s not like that with Jace and Satele…it couldn’t be back then.  I know they do, now, but…”  His shoulder rose up in a slight shrug, trying not to dislodge her.  “…it’s not something any of us talk about.  And as a kid…”  

Now he went so still and silent.  He didn’t speak for long minutes.  

“.. I’d like to think… he would be proud.  When I do something kind or push myself, I still want his approval.  …but honestly… everything depended on what I was going to become. Then when I didn’t –”  An unsteady breath escaped him.

There were few people in the universe that Eva could not forgive.  Dead or not, that man was one of them. 

Instead of any voiced venom, however, Eva gently guided Theron’s face to hers, then tipped her forehead forward to touch his, all while not disturbing Argo.  “You know what’s unconditional.”  

Eva felt the tension escape him.  “Yeah.  You love ‘just Theron.’” She felt his hand grab at hers.  “I love you.”

“I know.”  Eva kissed him, then they lingered close even after their lips parted.  

Theron turned his face slightly to look at Argo, not drawing away from her. “You think he knows we love him?” Theron whispered.

“I think he knows he’s loved, even if this whole conversation is way over his head.”

Theron nodded, eyes still red. “Even if he is an angry little wampa right now.”

“Especially since he’s our angry little wampa.”

Love is being pinned in a chair for four hours because you don’t want to wake the baby

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