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A scene from the faaar future but one I simply had to draw!

Ti‘ad and baby Gereon on the balcony on Oba Diah stargazing. I bet Ti‘ad‘s showing him where Yasiah is and telling him about her destroyed home. And probably every place her and Sykho went to hehe. And baby shrimp is just amazed by the endless nightsky. 🫶

Sykho & Ti‘ad are my Star Wars OCs - (Character sheets | Spice and Ruin)

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Sith Obi Wan for a DTIYS on insta 👀🔥

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What Ti’ad finds waiting for her in the future 😏

Underboss-era Sykho, lounging in his private quarters with a good drink in hand. I’ve had an image like this in my head for ages 👀🍤

Also a perfect chance to show off his scars… and how far down they actually go.

Sykho & Ti‘ad are my Star Wars OCs - (Character sheets | Spice and Ruin)

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I‘m still working on some Artfight revenges btw 😂👌🏻 Idc that AF is over

Still gonna draw them hehe

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I love it so much!!! Thank you again!! 😭❤️🔥

artfight attack of Ti’ad and Sykho, belonging to @vogelfreyh !!

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My two thugs in there! 🔥❤️❤️🫶

Some artfight stuff

1. @honknam

2. @tyquu

3. @vogelfreyh

4. @brainrotparsecsaway

5. @404ama

6. @sharky66

7. @/thesupremequeen on af

8. @/Rcoonfluff on af

9. @/_DuongAnhNgo_ on af

10. @/yumyumtoastytoast on af

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Sykho and Ti’ad, just doing some… quality control 😏

Gotta make sure the goods they’re smuggling are actually worth the trouble lol.

Sykho & Ti‘ad are my Star Wars OCs - (Character sheets | Spice and Ruin)

Written scene under the cut 🔽

The place was dim and smoky, tucked away at the edge of a forgotten settlement. One of those places where names didn’t matter and credits could buy silence.

Red light bled from overhead strips, casting long shadows across broken furniture and cracked floors. In one of the quieter booths, nestled beneath a flickering lamp and half-curtained by smoke, Sykho and Ti‘ad sat close together on a padded bench that had seen better years.

A hookah sat between them, its long, curling hose draped lazily across Ti’ad’s lap. The bowl glowed faintly, filled with sweet, resinous spice that burned slow and deep. She exhaled a smooth trail of reddish smoke, eyes half-lidded, and passed the mouthpiece back to Sykho with a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

He took it without a word, his fingers brushing hers just long enough to feel intentional. He was leaned back, broad shoulders relaxed, tunic half unbuttoned to let the heat escape. His dark gaze was hazy, but it lingered on her, as it always did. Ti’ad could feel it even without looking.

“You’re staring again,” she murmured, resting her head against his shoulder. Her voice was low, softened by the spice and the warm buzz in her blood.

Sykho didn’t deny it. He took a slow pull from the pipe, let the smoke drift from his lips before replying, “So what if I am?”

She huffed a quiet laugh, reached up and brushed a bit of ash off his sleeve. “You get all soft when you’re high.”

His response was a low chuckle, quiet enough that only she could hear it beneath the hum of music and murmuring voices. “Only with you.”

A beat passed. The music blurred into the background, some off-world tune with a humming string instrument and deep, echoing percussion. Ti’ad watched the smoke spiral upward and leaned closer into his warmth, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the edge of the hose.

“You remember the first time we did this?” she asked after a moment, voice almost lost in the haze.

“Yeah.” He glanced at her. “You coughed your lungs out.”

“I did not.” She nudged him with her elbow. “That blend was just… stronger than expected. Not exactly beginner-friendly.”

“You nearly fell off the stool trying to act like you’d done it before.”

Ti’ad clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes, though a smile was tugging at her lips. “You’re lucky I love you.”

Sykho smiled - an honest, lopsided smile and set the mouthpiece aside. He turned his head slightly, his forehead brushing against hers, the space between them evaporating like the last threads of smoke curling in the air. Their breaths mingled, warm, spiced, electric.

“Good thing I love you too,” he murmured.

Then he kissed her. His mouth found hers with quiet urgency, tasting of heat and spice and something deeper. Her fingers curled instinctively in the fabric at his side, grounding herself as the moment threatened to consume them both. (…)

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MY SHRIMP MAN HE‘S PERFECT!! 🥺❤️❤️❤️

Thank you so much again!!🫶

33rd attack

Revenge on @vogelfreyh !

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Quick Arai children (Sykho/Ti’ad) designs 🤍 You know Gereon, but Ki‘set is currently from an AU 👀

It‘s yet to be decided whether she will be canon or not.

Sykho & Ti‘ad and co. are my Star Wars OCs - (Character sheets | Spice and Ruin)

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Arai family portrait! A very rare sight and a very annoyed ten year old Sykho.

I wanted to have a final design for his father, so a portrait was a good possibility here. I drew Kiona before, but I really love her design (even though her headpiece is killing me)

Sykho & Ti‘ad are my Star Wars OCs - (Character sheets | Spice and Ruin)

Lore under the cut!

Sykho was born to Zarrek Arai and Kiona Arai, a union forged not out of love but political convenience. Kiona, the daughter of a high-ranking Syndicate official, was a sought-after match, and she agreed to the marriage out of duty rather than affection. Zarrek was an ambitious and arrogant man, consumed by his position and the pursuit of power. He viewed his own son less as a child and more as an heir, a tool to carry on the Arai bloodline and strengthen the family’s influence within the Syndicate.

Kiona, however, raised Sykho largely on her own. Her bond with her son grew strong and unshakable, built on trust and genuine care, something Sykho never received from his father. Zarrek and Sykho rarely crossed paths, and when they did, it was often marked by cold indifference or veiled expectations. Zarrek and Kiona themselves lived separate lives, only appearing together in public when Syndicate events demanded a show of unity. For Sykho, his father remained more of a distant figurehead than a parent. (…)

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My smol baby shrimp! 🥺🫶🩷 Thank you so much again!!

Third art fight attack went to @vogelfreyh because I had to draw her lil guy Gereon!

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…me drawing scenes from like ten years in the future but who cares I just love my shrimp baby hehe.

(In case you haven‘t noticed yet, I don‘t draw my illustrations in chronological order lol!) I can‘t help it.

Look at mum Ti‘ad and her and Sykho‘s small 🍤 He is so precious help

Sykho & Ti‘ad are my Star Wars OCs - (Character sheets | Spice and Ruin)

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No wall is safe let me tell ya 😏

Just a quickie of them. (Literally lol)

Sykho & Ti‘ad are my Star Wars OCs - (Character sheets | Spice and Ruin)

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Artfight attack for @acceptrans 🧡

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I always wanted to draw them together with newborn Gereon! (Even if his birth is like 10 years away from where the story currently is) But these two thugs will have him at some point 👀

6 BBY - Gereon was a wish they’d both buried under years of crimes, duty, and survival. After the many years they spent together, they had wanted him, desperately, silently, but a connection like theirs had never promised such a future. Their bond had always defied the odds, but a child? That had felt like asking too much from a galaxy that gave so little.

When Ti’ad first realized she was carrying life - their life - she didn’t know how to speak it aloud. Not from fear, but from disbelief. And when she told Sykho, he had gone still. Like the world had shifted beneath his feet. Because the thought that something of him lived within her, that her body, her blood, had eventually held on to a piece of both of them, was too vast for words.

And when Gereon was born, impossibly small yet fierce with life, they both stared at him as if the galaxy had rewritten its rules just for them. Sykho, who had bled and killed for the Syndicate, had never known reverence until that moment. Ti’ad, who had seen death more often than mercy, held their son like something sacred. He wasn’t just their miracle, he was proof that even in a world as broken as theirs, something pure could be born. (…)

Sykho & Ti‘ad are my Star Wars OCs - (Character sheets | Spice and Ruin)

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SYKHO MY LOVE! ❤️❤️🔥🔥

I did not at all realise how popular a choice Pykes were for OCs until I did some browsing on Art Fight hahaha! This guy comes with so much lore and backstory it's incredible! Sykho for @vogelfreyh ^^

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I finally finished this one in between Artfight attacks hehe! 🔥

Ti trying her luck and Sykho getting a „weak hand“ out of the sudden 😏

Sykho & Ti‘ad are my Star Wars OCs - (Character sheets | Spice and Ruin)

Story to go with under the cut! 🔽

The cantina hummed with the low thrum of Pyke voices and distant music, thick with the scent of spice smoke and old metals. In the back corner, beneath a flickering overhead light, a crowd had gathered around a small, battered table, where Ti’ad and Sykho sat, hands locked in the middle of an impromptu arm-wrestling match.

Ti’ad’s brow was furrowed, lips drawn into a determined line, icy blue eyes fixed on Sykho’s hand. Her fingers gripped his tightly, muscles tensed beneath the sleeve of her tunic. Across from her, Sykho leaned lazily forward, unbothered, a slow, amused grin curling at the corner of his mouth. His posture was relaxed, like he wasn’t even trying.

“You’re awfully confident for someone who’s about to lose,” Ti’ad growled, her voice low but sharp.

Sykho gave a quiet, rumbling chuckle, tilting his head slightly. “Flattering. But you’ll have to do better than that, Ti.”

Around them, a few Pyke soldiers muttered bets under their breath, exchanging credits and watching the tension rise. Threya stood just behind Ti’ad’s shoulder, arms crossed, a long-suffering expression playing across her face as she rolled her eyes at the two.

Ti’ad grit her teeth and pushed harder, her arm trembling slightly from the effort. But Sykho’s didn’t move. Not an inch. His grin widened, black eyes glinting in the cantina light.

“Stubborn,” he mused. “I like that.”

“Oh, shut up,” Ti’ad hissed through clenched teeth, pushing with everything she had.

And then, just as she thought her strength was about to give, his resistance softened. Barely noticeable, unless you knew him. He let his arm tilt, just enough, and Ti’ad slammed his hand down against the table with a triumphant thud.

The gathered crowd gave a mix of laughs and cheers, some shaking their heads knowingly.

Ti’ad smirked, breathing hard, brushing a strand of hair back from her face as she looked at him, triumphant but suspicious. “You let me win, idiot.”

Sykho just smiled, low and quiet. “Did I?”

Before Ti’ad could throw another comment his way, Threya groaned loudly, stepping forward. “Dank farrik. Get a room already. Spare the rest of us with your flirty banter.“

The table erupted in laughter, and even Sykho gave a rare, warm laugh, his gaze never leaving Ti’ad’s. She shook her head, biting back a smile.