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foxafterdark · 2 years

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kinktober: day 13

prompt: overstimulation

rating: E (18+)

pairings: Clone Medic Nocte/Dara Idella/Kit Fisto

characters: Nocte, Dara, Kit

warnings: Nocte has some not great brain moments

ao3

notes: Dara belongs to my love my light @spacerocksarethebestrocks. noctitra is canon. you agree.

Despite the recent chaos, the kind that only follows a large-scale incident right on their doorstep, a delicate sort of calm hangs over the Guard’s medical wing.

Nocte's ears still ring with phantom echoes of a blaster shot going off beside his head and scorching the rear wall of the intensive care unit. He miscalculated, misunderstood, or otherwise fucked up with a patient. Their file didn't say anything about battle fatigue or acute PTSD, but he should have assumed. He's supposed to know better. There's not a single one of them in the GAR without a heaping dose of trauma. He misjudged this particular trooper's mental state and almost lost his head for it – that’s on him.

Reflexes exist for a reason, and they saved his skin, and it’s fine. The proximity burn across his cheek won’t even scar. They’ll have to be more careful disarming patients in the future, especially when it’s busy.

Glassy-eyed horror marred that trooper’s face in the last moments before Buzz shoved Nocte aside and took over. He’ll have to talk to them, later, after they wake up in recovery.

For now, it’s quiet. The steady beeping of vital monitors is familiar, a droning confirmation that all is well. If Nocte focuses on it, he can almost stop the spiraling of his thoughts into a pit of guilt and grief and paranoia. He can almost will his hands to stop shaking – though he’s not sure whether they’re responding to exhaustion or anxiety.

Some indeterminate period of time passes like that, between steady beeping and trembling limbs and slowly, painstakingly updating the Guards’ patient records. Carrion eventually pries him away from his desk with a brusk “get out of here before the night shift shows up, do what you need to take care of yourself, we’ve got it handled here”. It grates to feel… shunted aside, but he knows, he knows it’s in everyone’s best interest.

Taking care of himself sounds like dealing with a tangled mess in his brain that he’d rather not acknowledge. Distracting himself from said mess would be easier. Better.

He comms Kit and knows that he’ll understand.

He shows up at his partners' door and lets them pull him inside. Safe in trusting them to give him what he needs, he falls into himself.

What he needs is to be so thoroughly removed that nothing else matters. With lips and teeth and tongue and dragging fingers, Kit and Dara pull him apart.

A muffled sob – strangled and broken – escapes Nocte’s lips and gets lost around Kit’s cock. He thrusts with admirable restraint into the wet heat of Nocte’s mouth, holding him in place with a broad hand under his jaw. Maybe he can feel himself when he rocks forward and tests Nocte’s gag reflex, edging the tip of his cock into his throat.

Blinking away burning tears, Nocte looks up at Kit’s face – or, he tries to. He gets a glimpse of flushed cheeks and dark eyes, of speckled ahwey writhing around his shoulders, and of full lips mouthing something unintelligible. Then his focus frays at the edges.

The weight of Kit’s shaft on his tongue is as much a comfort as an intrusion, keeping him grounded even as his mind tries to scatter. He works his throat around it, hums deep in his chest, feels it twitch. Kit’s free hand tangles in his hair, squeezing in either approval or warning. Nocte can’t be sure.

“I can taste how close he is, Nocte,” Dara’s voice penetrates the fog between Nocte’s ears. “Fuck – can you feel it?”

When he concentrates enough to parse sensation, he feels that Kit’s palm is clammy against his skin. The grip in his hair is tight against his scalp, restricting his movement. Kit seems reluctant to pull out more than a few inches to let him breathe before rolling his hips forward again. His cock throbs dangerously.

If Nocte could make any sound, he might grunt an affirmative. Instead, he just clenches his fists in the sheets. His own arousal is a roaring fire in the pit of his stomach but he can't– and he needs–

"Easy, darling," Dara shushes him gently, squeezing his hip hard enough for her nails to bite in little pinpricks of pain. She hauls him back from the proverbial edge with practiced care.

Her hips are flush against Nocte’s ass and she holds him still, refusing to allow him a modicum of friction. He knows she won't budge, but he tries to push back on the ridged silicone of her strap-on anyway. It almost almost almost almost budges enough inside him to grind against his prostate.

Almost.

Dara tuts behind him and presses a chaste kiss between his shoulder blades, but she doesn't make any move to fuck him in earnest. Nocte's stuck acting as little more than a cockwarmer between his partners - with Kit down his throat and Dara up his ass.

It's so much. It's barely enough. It's everything he needed.

His own neglected cock hangs hard and heavy between his thighs. He would've long since come untouched were it not for the tight ring around his base ebbing every fresh tide of orgasm before it can truly begin.

Somewhere at the edge of his awareness, Kit and Dara are talking about… something. Their voices are a balm on his wrecked nerves, even if he can't quite process the words. All he needs to know is that Kit’s nails are scratching his scalp in gentle warning before his fingers twist, sharp, abrupt, in his hair. The pain grounds Nocte for a split second as his head is angled back, then Kit swears and starts fucking his mouth with intent.

No more slow, careful rocking. Every thrust chokes off his breathe, gags him roughly. It's all Nocte can do to screw his eyes shut and seal his lips around Kit as he chases his release. Time seems to bend around them – it could be seconds or minutes or hours like that, Nocte stealing air where he can and Kit's cock battering the back of his throat.

Eventually though, Kit fully sheaths himself and comes with a shout. Nocte's lungs burn when Kit pulls out of his mouth and lets him collapse to his elbows, coughing roughly. Fire licks through his veins, too much and not enough and everything and perfect. His jaw aches and his throat hurts and the back of his tongue tastes like Kit's spend, and this– this is what he needed.

This is why–

Deft fingers push sweaty curls away from his forehead. "So good, Nocte," Kit's voice finally sharpens into language. "You're so precious for us. Beautiful. Can you give me a color, love?"

Scraping together an assessment of himself proves immensely difficult. Dara rubs little circles into his hips and Nocte whines wordlessly, leaning into Kit's caress.

"We need words, darling," Dara says. Insists.

If he can just–

"Green," he rasps, and it barely registers as coming from himself. "'m good."

He needs to be good. He needs to do good.

He needs Dara to fuck him.

"Of course you are," Kit rumbles nearby, still petting his hair. "You're perfect. You feel perfect, Nocte, just for us. Meant for us."

Nocte feels himself nod and tries again to rock back against Dara, arching his back, hoping she'll see that he'll be good. If he could figure out how to speak, he'd tell her. That he'll take whatever she wants to give him. That he needs–

Dara blows out a vocal breath and rubs her hands down his back, settling them at the curve of his waist, and finally, finally starts to move. The first leuisurely roll off her hips punches another ragged sob from Nocte’s chest. Finally.

She fucks him like she's afraid he'll split apart underneath her, slow and deep and agonizing. On every thrust, she pulls out so far that Nocte mourns the aching fullness inside him then presses him apart until she can't get any deeper. Her strap's bumps and ridges catch repeatedly on that bundle of nerves that makes his toes curl and his spine tingle and–

He needs–

By some miracle, he manages to coordinate his limbs enough to grab Kit's wrist. He can't peel his chest off the bed to look him in the face. "Kit," he gasps, begs, pleads, "Kit, cyare, please– I need– I can't– please."

The edges of his awareness flare bright white when Dara's hips suddenly snap forward, pounding words out of his reach. Whatever spills from his mouth can only be an incoherent jumble of Basic and Mando'a. He can only hope they hear his desperation.

He needs–

"Dara–"

Their voices sound like static. While Dara pounds into him with fervor, one of them – probably Kit – finally finally finally releases Nocte’s cock from the ring. Every muscle in his body locks and finally he comes.

He comes so hard he blacks out.

The next thing he knows is Dara pulling out of him. He hears the noise he makes at the twist of loss and relief, and he hears Dara murmured consolation. Slumping fully onto the bed feels closer to flying than falling.

Thick arms maneuver him onto his side and wrap around his waist. For a split second, they feel like the only thing keeping him in one piece.

He drifts in the space between waking and sleeping.

Dara brushing the backs of her fingers along his jaw, as light a touch as it is, pulls him back. He blinks his eyes open to find her curled comfortably in front of him, smiling softly. Her eyes are dark and warm, and she radiates near-tangible affection. "There you are," she whispers.

"Hmgh," Nocte replies eloquently and reaches up to curl his fingers through hers, pressing a kiss to her palm. "Here I am. There you are."

It gets him the quiet laughter he wanted. "Here I am. How do you feel, love?"

He feels well fucked, to put it lightly. Aching in ways he'll feel well into tomorrow. Vaguely sticky. Exhausted down to his bones. "Better," he says, "I'm good. Tired."

Dara smirks with fully deserved satisfaction. "Rest, then. Everything else can wait."

#the beginning is accidentally angst because writing kinktober and whumptober at the same time makes weird things happen lol #nsft #18+#noctitra #kinktober 2022 #clone medic nocte #dara idella #kit fisto #leocs #others' ocs #leo.writes

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certified-anakinfucker · 2 years

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HIII FOR OMURA PLS

🍉: Does your OC have a particular piece of jewellery that they always wear or refuse to part with?

🍍: Where does your OC feel most comfortable?

🍑: What sort of traits does your OC look for in a Significant Other?

🍆: Does your OC have any favourite form of affection, physical or otherwise?

🍰: What's something your OC counts as unforgivable?

CLAWS MY WAY UP FROM HELL ITSELF I GET TO OMURAPOST EVEN MORE???? and finally back on my laptop can i get a hohyeah?

putting this under the cut bc it got so long oh my god leo ilysm

🍉: Omura has a beskar pendant in the shape of a mythosaur skull that its mother, Usokya'Varhis Vane, placed in its carrier. For years it was used as a teething toy, then pounce practice, and now as a focusing element for prayer. There's a custom headpiece that @calamity-aims' Rishh made for Omura as well, adorned with crystals from Mandalore's underground cave systems, centered around the kyber crystals Omura found from the same systems - although this piece is typically saved for ceremonies or when it has to attend a formal High Council meeting later on in its 30s-40s.

🍍: Usually in a created nest, and surrounded by any number of loved ones. Mace Windu (dad <3), Kit Fisto (dad <3), Dara Idella (@spacerocksarethebestrocks, gender neutral mom and ultimate. yes <3), Agen Kolar (dad <3), Cin Drallig + Serra Keto + Bene McCallum (Kiwigiiii), baby sister Losnook, Bastra (you! Leo!!), Altair (@dilf-archivist the one i would actually heave oceans for), its partners in crime Zeyil and Tan, literally any of its partners - Latil (@penguinkiwi the most beloved), Anakin (mine <3), Sirajaat Tott, Jess (@chiafett my adored), Chomp (@keys-to-the-stars the realest) Kimni Tadodena (shared w/ Leo), Zarthi.. any of its plethora of children both adopted and born, Rishh (Cal's!) just for the fact that she is such a beloved friend... even if you're just in proximity and it's time for Omura to flop.

🍑: That's a hilarious question, since its partners are all have a very wide array of personalities - the polycule web stretches far and wide, with love for every single one of them. Omura couldn't even begin to tell you its real type besides "you are good to me, you love me, you are genuine, and I will put the same love in with you", to sum it up into words? Omura fell in love with Anakin the same as it fell in love with Latil, and the same as it fell in love with Kimni and Sirajaat and Chomp and Zarthi and Jess. All of them bring different things to the table. // Anakin is like, this certain sense of intimacy and trust. // Latil is like the calm and the quiet that settles right after the sun sets and the moon rises. // Kimni is like a rush of overwhelming devotion, but not in the intoxicating sense - more like waking up for the first time to something you adore. // Sirajaat was the first time Omura learned to open its eyes and see beyond what it knew, see beyond fear of the unknown when it came to knowing someone else. But also finding something that was much closer to home and comfort than it even realized. // Zarthi was the love of taking it slow, taking someone in and finding something natural. // Jess was the first time Omura was able to reach out to a Force sect outside of its heritage (Jedi, Mandalorian, Togrutan) and learn more, while connecting with someone in the process. // Chomp was the most happenstance thing to ever happen and it blossomed into a love so fucking true that Omura was genuinely surprised that it was mutual, and wasted no time in ensuring that it felt the exact same. If there is love, and the love is real and mutual and trustworthy, then Omura will nurture it.

🍆: Omura is a very physically affectionate person, and honestly always has been. It's preferred to show its love and care by pressing close to others (if wanted) and purring to comfort them, gently "grooming" them or asking if they want to talk about what happened to upset them. Or just being a quiet pillar to lean on for a moment. Omura likes to bite and kiss and hug and hold (and lick, depending on who you are) when playful. Very much just!! Being present, reminding the other that it's there with them, rubbing cheeks or chinning against them, man I just think Omura really really likes holding people. A good small-space heater for the chilly, a good bed for littles to lay on, MAN!!!

🍰: Betrayal and/or being lied to. Cough cough. O66 AU. Omura was willing to kill all those it loved just to keep Anakin closeby, following him into Darkness and becoming his Grand Inquisitor, just for it to find out that Anakin lied. And boy did Omura fucking LOSE IT. Imagine that the Living Force, corrupted and twisted into a walking amalgamation of death and decay that siphons off life just by walking past someone .. who has taken great care to not physically touch you because it knows it will kill you .. has suddenly turned its cosmic eye to you and is in the process of tearing a wall of solid durasteel apart out of sheer incomprehensible rage. Because you lied. And you killed its loved ones.

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kiwikipedia · 2 years

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362: “How is it that we always end up in this predicament?” for Dara and Sylv?

Always a pleasure to write for these two

362: “How is it that we always end up in this predicament?” for Dara and Sylv?

Characters: Dara Idella (OC), Sylv Rex (OC)

Prompt List

Sylv did find herself in weird situations more often than people really seemed to think.

Ah, but then again, most did just assume that she was nothing more than a retired Bounty Hunter-turned-Bartender. Nothing more and nothing less. And certainly no the head of the Hunter’s Guild— and even if they did know, they wouldn’t normally assume she ended up in strange situations whenever she took a single step off of Coruscant.

And yet, here she was, having climbed up between the two walls of a narrow alleyway.

She wasn’t the only one, as members of a local gang rushed past the alleyway. A long-time friend of hers was also stuck in a similar predicament, pressed up against the wall and out of sight.

Dara Idella. A nautolan and, from what Sylv had gathered from her various contacts, a former Jedi Knight. Or perhaps she was never Knighted, accounts varied on that note. Either way, she had been a former Jedi.

Though, that hardly mattered, Bounty Hunters were from every walk of life, after all.

What did matter, though, was the fact that this was not what she had intended to do when she had left to pick up an order of liquor on a nearby planet instead of paying for shipping costs.

Slowly, the sound of running faded from her hearing, and she let out a sigh, loosening her hold on the wall and sliding down to the ground. Dara stepped out from the shadows, brushing her tunic off and Sylv shook her head.

Dara stood much taller than she did, though most Nautolans did. There wasn’t one that she had met who didn’t do so, she didn’t think.

And if they did, she didn’t recall them that well.

“I thought you said that your mission was an easy one?” Sylv asked as she and Dara slipped from the Alleyway, easily melting into the crowds of people on the street.

Dara shrugged, holstering her blaster. “It was supposed to be. The client nor job puck made no mention of an entire gang to deal with.”

Well, that wasn’t good. She’d have to check with the proxies on that. Lacking information on Jobs wasn’t a good track record for the Guild to have.

Sylv just hummed, however, filing it away for later. “Well, you’re lucky I know this marketplace pretty well,” she joked, checking the time on her wristcom’s chrono. She still had a bit before she was supposed to pick up the order.

Dara laughed. “Is that so?”

“Yep.”

Dara shook her head as they continued to walk through the crowds. Despite their more relaxed pace, however, Sylv knew better to let her guard down— and Dara as well.

While it was likely that the gang was still running the other way, until you got back to your ship or safe territory, it was foolish to relax entirely.

And she had a hunch that they weren’t out of the clear yet.

A shout behind them only proved her right before she shifted her weight onto the latches in her boots, bolting her down to the ground before she dropped back. Dara twisted to the side as a blaster bolt was fired right where Sylv had been standing moments before.

“For fucks sake,” she grumbled as Dara grabbed her arm and pulled her up. The bolts retracted from the pavement in that the same moment and the two of them took off running as more shouting sounded.

“So persistent,” Dara mused and Sylv huffed, checking the time again.

“How is it that we always end up in this predicament?” she complained, shaking her head a bit as they ran. Dara laughed.

“Which one?”

“The one where I’m gonna be late if we don’t take care of these idiots!”

#Dara Idella (Spacerocks)#Sylvraius Rex (PKWSW)#they are not having a good time rn #or are they #Other People's OCs #Penguinkiwi OCs #White Clover Tavern OC Crew #penguin writes: star wars #Penguinkiwi Writes #penguinkiwi answers stuff

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book-of-baba-fett · 2 years

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OC Appreciation June 2022

A huge thank you to everyone who submitted OCs! This post wouldn't be possible without you. Feel free to share, and check out all the great OC content below the cut!

* indicates 18+/NSFW Content. If you notice a NSFW fic is not tagged as such, please let me know and I will edit.

✨ Nat's Recs - some of my own personal favorites

Fanfiction:

✨Across the Stars* by @djarrex (OCs -Priya, Gelissa, and Garran Gayiyla)

The Bad Batch: Trespass by @shadestepping (Multiple OCs)

Bonsoir* by @kaminocasey (OC - Cassia Nu aka Cash)

✨ By Any Other Name* & What Blooms in Thunder* by @rowansparrow (Clone OC - Rose/Gol'Chek, Nautolan OC - Quill, Human OCs Athena and Kiran, Garbak (Original Species) OC - Ju'Lah.)

✨Call Me Home * by @twistedstitcher27 (Jedi OC - Orr'Sinda Perth)

Call the Twi'Lek Midwife* by @ficsnooneaskedfor (OCs - Citali, Melita, Izel)

The Clone Wars Gets a New Victim by @thechaoticfanartist (Jedi OC - Grim)

The Duty of a Captain by @pro-fangirls-unsocial-life (Clone OC - Doc)

✨From Where We Stand* by @djarrex (OC - Ahri)

✨ Halo* by @rowansparrow (Nautolan OC - Quill, Human OCs Athena and Kiran, Garbak (Original Species) OC - Ju'Lah, Clone OC Rose/Gol'Chek.)

✨ The Hunt* by @moonstrider9904 (OC - Rose)

Illicit Affairs by @book-of-baba-fett (Jedi OC - Talia Riva, Clone OC - Captain Storm)

Insatiable* (Game of Thrones series) by @starwarslove16

Moonwalker* by @moonstrider9904 (OC- Sarah Adhara)

Not Saying Much by @clydesducktape (OC - Sola Korraay-Gideon)

One Step at a Time by @wild-karrde (Clone OC - Chuckles, Twi'lek OC - Arni, Pantoran OC - Nita)

Paradigm Shift (The Bad Batch/Expanse crossover) by @eyecandyeoz (OC - Emilia Chatham)

Pieces by @teletraan-meets-jarvis (OC - Issa Straun)

A Prince of Dathomir* by @kimageddon (Nightsister OC Zaiya Valessa, Mandalorian OC - Adaji Treshan)

✨Starlit Murder by @thebitchformerlyknownaskenobi (Pantoran OC - Kau'ra)

Stars in Their Multitudes by @jedi-valjean (Multiple OCs, feat - Com Narcom, Koss, Aberon Halmath, Kaltha, Tarkay, Leela, Korma, Sister Risuno, Unal Munir, Broque.)

Sins of the Father by @kimageddon

Artwork:

✨82nd Darkwatch Platoon by @zoruui

Ailani Réillata by @queen-breha-organa: Ailani in the Beach Dress by @gimmeyoursnacks Ailani Sketches by @maybe-murphy Ailani at Sunset by @d3epfriedangels ✨

✨Amaya by @amikoroyaiart

✨Cala by @thefact0rygirl, art by @maygalodon

✨Cherise by @cyarbika, headshot by @calamity-aims, art by @maulpunk

Captain Storm by @book-of-baba-fett, art by @elledjarin

✨Chad by @milfreva (there is literally so much Chad art and I love it all)

Dara Idella by @spacerocksarethebestrocks

✨Eya by @galacticgraffiti, art by @pinkiemme, art by @sar-arts

✨Kau'ra by @thebitchformerlyknownaskenobi, Starlit Murder fanart by @kimageddon

Lena Orim by @ilikemymendarkandfictional, art by @rebekahs-art

✨Locks and Urudyk by @cyareclones

Mari Gildow by @penguinkiwi

Omura Vane by @certified-anakinfucker

✨Priya Gayiyla by @djarrex, with Papa Rex by @howie-ner-cyare

Quill Cawthon by @rowansparrow, art by @space-b33

Sola Koraay-Gideon by @clydesducktape, moodboard for Not Saying Much by @princessxkenobi

Talia Riva by @book-of-baba-fett, character concept art by @deliahscrush2003 art by @elledjarin, by @deliahscrush2003, art by @space-b33

Creator Spotlight:

This section is for some OC creators in general - folks who share OC appreciation/have too many cool OCs to list them all here.

@ailani-reillata

@arrthurpendragon

@cyareclones

@circadianx

@darth-caillic

@deliahscrush2003

@eyecandyeoz

@findswoman

@justalittletomato

@just-some-girl-92

@kimageddon

@kote-wan

@milfreva

@moonstrider9904

@night-watch-trespass

@purgetrooperfox - Leo deactivated but I got so many shoutouts for their OCs and couldn't link anything but still needed to shout them out.

@rowansparrow

@wild-karrde

#oc appreciation #star wars #star wars oc #jedi oc #original character #digital art #oc artwork #oc fanfiction #creator spotlight

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cheeri-archive · 2 years

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hiiiii as a mace fan. please elaborate 👁👁👁

ahe-he-he-he-heeeeem.

i'll give you the crash course :zoomeyes:

pretty much, i've given mace a little more grassroots as to who he is. he's always been itching for a fight, because he likes to prove himself - and it's not helped that his master, cyslin myr (mirialan), was the same way as a padawan. but HER master, kozish'atrolu myr (togruta), taught her that sometimes it takes wisdom before wanton. and mace learned that well. his younger crechemate awulna kol (mirialan) still liked to egg him on to fight someone who's been taking jabs at him. but she always jumped in right alongside her brother.

he's still a theater nerd. he's always been one. he runs plays in the temple and used his older crechemate (hellir' drovaddal, balosar) as a bargaining chip in the artisan halls to get their support on re-opening a club after dropped interest; even into his mastership, he can still be found giving younglings and padawans tips on how to really let loose the theatrics and get practically whatever they want from older jedi.

he's very close confidants with kit fisto and dara idella (@/spacerocksarethebestrocks), arguably brothers with cin drallig (@/penguinkiwi), and oof. he's got a lot of close buddies.

that akk dog i mentioned? that was a gift from awulna from when they were teenagers; awulna was padawan to an animal handler who found the pup alone and without bond. mace, who had periodically been returning to haruun kal to learn more about his heritage, seemed like the perfect recipient - i blurbed about this a little but tl;dr, it was an instant hit. awulna named her slobber in basic, and mace (secretly) kept that name in korunnal.. he won't admit it because awulna would never let him live it down. and ever since, every dog that comes in the temple Must be petted by mace. it is law. he loves dogs so very dearly.

uhhhhh regarding his lineage, shatterpoint, he does teach his padawans the skill and allows them to practice and grow stronger. he doesn't insist that they learn vapaad/juyo but is happy to help them train in it should they wish - alongside battlemaster cin. he's literally just a giant dad, and is hardly seen without a padawan whether they be his own or someone else's. he adores kids. he took in depa, then aria (@/clone-bar-79s, correct me if the timeline is off!) and omura, then he plans to take on a little one named aubrie wyn after the war.

yes i made him the grandmaster in cheeriverse, taking place before tpm - something something, yoda fucked around and got voted down a way long time ago, maila (@/keys-to-the-stars) became grandmaster for a while and grew tired of it, then she personally passed it down to mace. sadly qui-gon is a big-cock maverick who does what he wants to so he got himself killed on naboo anyway. despite being the grandmaster, he still personally fought in the war with his own troops and gave more power to the council as a whole so there was no imbalance should something happen to him.

idk man. i just fucking love this dude. he's so shaped. i want to hold him. feel free to ask me any specifics bc MMMMMMM MACE WINDU <3

#put some fuckin respect on mace windu #mace windu (cheeri)#cheeri’s ocs #cheeri writes

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amikoroyaiart · 2 years

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Hello Amiko. If you're accepting OC requests for the drawings, I'd love to see Game or Dara in your style! 💜💜💜

I hope I did Dara justice <3

#original character #amiko art #star wars #Dara Idella

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purgetrooperfox · 1 year

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leo. what? you can't just say this. i want to hear more now 👀

OUGH well this kind of just came from and also spawned some thoughts about an AU where Nocte and Dara both survive the fall of the Republic/rise of the Empire/Jedi purge/pick your atrocity

in "canon", Nocte gets folded into the Imperial Army and ultimately dies there. @kit-fisto-obsessive can explain Dara's "canon" better than me if they want 👉👈

but basically the thought in my brain is what if Nocte got out. escaped the Empire. got to try to make his own way. I've bounced around ideas about him providing kind of. uhm. underground medical care to other escaped clones and Those Personally Victimized By The Empire at first, then aligning himself with the Rebellion when it gets off the ground. he'd be mostly still doing medcare but would 100% volunteer for infiltration missions, bound by "I got out so it's my responsibility to get as many of my vod'e out as possible". a sense that he has to retroactively earn his freedom. plus it's a use for the ol' rusty ARF training

SO. somewhere along the line, his path crosses Dara's again. probably before the Rebellion. he keeps an ear to the ground for sightings of Jedi who survived, especially for his Jedi. it could be that he heard about Dara and went looking, but I'm partial to the idea that she heard about this mobile clinic that takes Force sensitives and took the gamble because she needed help, and that's how they reunited

and then you get this bittersweet rekindling, this process of learning to trust each other after everything they both went through. figuring out if this is something worth the growing pains. but they ultimately stick together, if only for scraps of comfort and familiarity in the darkness at first. eventually they get some level of security, some freedom from scrutiny as time passes, and they keep growing and learning and trusting. they find the love they thought was lost, even without Kit

but he lingers in the spaces between them, always

they help out the Rebellion in whatever capacity they can but another Thought that sticks with me is that Nocte has to reach a point where he feels justified in existing for himself. not just as an aid in whatever fight or to free his family or alleviate his guilt. he can just Be. maybe that means fucking off to some remote planet with Dara where they can idk hang out on beaches and look at cool rocks and retire in peace

anyway this is rambling and probably incomprehensible bc I'm sick and exhausted but I care and love them so much and they deserve to be happy

#i actually hate that i can't put more than one link in a paragraph with this latest tumblr update jfc #clone medic nocte #dara idella #leocs #others' ocs #asks answered

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