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shegetsburned · 1 year

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𝐨𝐜 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 —

tagged by the lovelies @marivenah @madparadoxum @nightbloodbix @strangefable @voidika @kyber-infinitygems and @clonesupport tysm for the tag! ♡

no pressure tags @poisonedtruth @unbindingkerberos @unpetitoiseau @children-of-epiales @trench-rot @captastra @florbelles @ri-a-rose @simonxriley @nightwingshero and anyone who I might’ve forgotten, I apologize I’ve seen a lot of my mutuals do it already!

favorite oc —

Braise has to be my favorite one. Probably due to my never ending r6 obsession. I absolutely love writing about her and her story. I’ve got many ideas for her and I’m very excited to share them! I also love the r6 oc community and the fact that she’d be friends with many of my moots ocs.

newest oc —

If we’re talking about me sharing her, she has to be the newest one, but in terms of ideas and being in my head, she’s been there since 2016, since I first watch rvb. So I’ll put her as new since Kansas is new to you guys, and I’m also excited to share more about her.

oldest oc —

She’s honestly been in my mind forever. I’ve started playing r6 a long time ago and fell in love with the game and the lore. I also had this idea of her starting of as a love interest for Thermite but then not working out and then going towards Mute. She’s the oc I’ve shared the most about too.

meanest oc —

I mean this guy, where do I start. I don’t want to say he’s pure evil, since he really is looking for his other half, but he’s also looking for help to conquer the galaxy. He won’t ever hesitate to manipulate and hurt to get what he wants, including a lover. Partly why he manipulated Lou so much. What makes him pretty evil is probably his lack of empathy and regret. Gralous will never regret his actions, like ever. The only thing that can stop him is probably death.

softest oc —

He’s such a sweet man, look at him. He’s so sweet for his girl especially. Always seeing the good in things and taking care of the ones he loves. He won’t ever give up on them. He forgives and forgets. There’s a reason why Lou has so much trust in him. He’s very pure. He was pure as a Jedi master and even better as a bounty hunter. (he chooses his bounty carefully, considering what he’s done wrong) I love him.

most aloof/standoffish oc —

She’s always been kind of distant. Carefully choosing who she trusts. Mostly because her family was always hesitant to trust the authorities and always thought the Jedi Order were abusing the system. It didn’t help with her issues. As a Jedi and as a Sith, she’ll be cold at first, warming up to the good persons.

dumbest (affectionate) oc —

In this universe, how can she not be dumb. Despite her being in the Project and being a freelancer, she does act just like the reds and blues sometimes. Mainly why she gets along with them. Being impulsive and in love with vehicles doesn’t help her case. But in the right moments, she’ll always be serious.

smarest oc —

Lou is intelligent. She sees opportunities were others doesn’t. It did help during her Jedi training to speed things up. That is also why Isaak will, at one point, ask if she can lead minor missions at first, seeing all of her potential. She is also very smart as a Sith warrior, defying her opponents with difficult combat techniques.

oc I’d be friends with —

Definitely Braise. I’ve given a lot of personal trait I like to Braise, which is why I know I’d love to be friends with her. She’d probably be my idol with everything she’s done and how strong she is. I love her very much.

Also special mention to Kansas, she’d be so fun to have around.

#oc: braise #oc: lou kesyk #oc: isaak axar #oc: darth gralous #oc: kansas #burned ocs #r6 oc #sw oc #rvb oc #tag game #tysm for the tag!

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shegetsburned · 1 year

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what color does your OC/ship's love feel like?

tagged by @inafieldofdaisies @poisonedtruth and @madparadoxum do take this uquiz. tysm for the tag! 🤍

no pressure tags as always @sstewyhosseini @confidentandgood @simonxriley @children-of-epiales @nightwingshero @shellibisshe @voidika @unpetitoiseau @unbindingkerberos @jendoe @captastra @scentedcandleibex @baldurrs @detectivelokis @trench-rot @florbelles @eclecticwildflowers @ri-a-rose @nightbloodbix @marivenah @darialovesstuff (apologizing for any double tags)

Decided to do this for my ships since I was more interest in their results.

soft fresh green

Nice breeze, bare feet and freshly cut grass. Your love is a lighthearted hope for the future. It's protecting your eyes from the sun but enjoying the light rays still, it's laying on the grass and feeling it tickle your neck. You look to the side and they look back at you, full of hope and plans too. You plan together and laugh all day and your sunburn will feel like them. Your love is delicate, hesitant. A well curated binder full of collages for a future you can't be sure will come, but you keep going, you keep planning, you keep squinting at the sun and smiling, and running your hands through the grass so it will smell better. You keep holding onto the bright sky even as the sunsets, even as the starry night stares back. But you keep on holding, you keep on dreaming, you close your eyes and feel the sun on your skin and convince yourself that the sunburn is good, it's something to hold on to, just makes it linger a bit longer. Your love is a lighthearted hope for the future. It's sweet and wonderful and it keeps love alive, makes the world a better place. You run your hands through the grass, clench your fingers tighter and keep making plans. And I can only thank you and hope I can learn to love like you someday.

warm burnt orange

Riding off into the sunset, the hope of a happy ending, the bitter after taste that still in it's own way smells kinda great. Your love is all bitter hopefulness, all about a broken heart that refuses to quit, all about the unshakable knowledge that a burning fire has a great comforting warm and a soft glowing light, all about the way when the sun comes down there's a beautiful starry night. It's stubbornness, it's the refusal to give up, the clutching of broken shards despite the searing pain and being adamant that dammit you can still make a beautiful stained glass window out of it. Yours is a screaming heart, a pleading love, a bitter and almost belligerent hopefulness that things will still work out even if you have to roll up your sleeves and make them. And god, aren't you tired? Isn't your heart heavy? Is all your hard work worth it? Don't you just want to curl up and let it be? Let the fire turn to ashes and the sky turn dark and let love die down and watch people leave? But you don't, do you? You're the bravest out of all of us, so you pick up the pieces and you keep going, you keep believing and you keep your heart full of hope because some day. Some day you know you'll get it. You keep riding off into the sunset and you keep filling my heart with hope as you go because god, how do I wish you finally get it too.

dark stormy blue

Sinking ships, raging seas and tumultuous hearts, love isn't easy for you. It's a struggle, a constant inner fight of should I? Can I? Do I? Feelings are hard and they rumble inside you in a dissatisfied mess that begs to be let out. Your heart screams and cries inside you and you... You can't, you won't. You're scared. And love is scary, it's hard and sometimes it just doesn't work out. People leave, people hurt, people change their minds. And you and your cold stormy heart yearn for the calmness, for the distance, to be allowed and able to simply not feel. And yet, you do. It rages, it fights and storms inside you and you try to keep it down, keep it quiet, to feel pretending not to. It's the burn of childhood friends growing apart, of parents that aren't quite there, of relationships that burn out. So you snuff it down with water, cold and calming and blue, blue, blue. But being loved by you is blue too, just not in that way. It's the soothing, embracing feeling of floating, the moment when you sink down bellow the waves and become one with the water, with everything. It's the balance, the dramatic yet calming sound of waves that crash against a rocky shore. You're the good and the bad, the violence of the storm and the watery peace right after. You're the blue, blue feeling and loving you is watery tears, yelled confessions that no one will hear and burying your feelings in a deep watery grave never to be found out about. Your love is dark stormy blue, it's vast and deep and all encompassing, it's safety in the surface of danger, it's trusting the unruly abyss and yet I'd gladly risk drowning just to feel what it's like being loved by you.

warm burnt orange

Basically : Refusal to give up, You keep riding off into the sunset and you keep filling my heart with hope as you go because god, how do I wish you finally get it too. Is totally them, fighting to find each other again no matter what.

deep staining red

Ripped out confessions, warm velvety whispers and a heart like an open wound. Your love flows out like dripping blood, beautiful, flawed and twisted. It's gut wrenching, the type of painfully dramatic feeling that makes you clutch your chest, picturing dramatic monologues about love and loving and big screen over the top scenes of sobbing into your pillow until you fall asleep. It rips out of you, clawing it's way up your throat more so than tumbling out. Sticky words that just need to be let out, feelings so big they don't fit inside you. Your love isn't easy, it's a true bloody mess, dripping and staining everything it touches in a desperate attempt to be seen, to be felt, to be loved back. And you, you love so hard, so deeply, so much for someone who carries all that pain. Atlas holding up the world, how are you? Is your love still flowing? Is your heart still open? Still pumping and bleeding and dripping with blood and tears? Still painting your beautiful pictures and writing your love letters in deeply personal red ink? Because I see them, I read them, I love them and you, you, you, you. Clench your chest, scream your love, cry it out. Spill your words of loving, keep your heart beating, keep your love coming and paint the entire world red with it. Make it in your image, keep going, it's okay. Maybe one day the whole world can be red and loved and beautiful just like you.

#it all fits them so well!!#tag game #uquiz #x: you are the only truth #oc: braise #oc: lou kesyk #oc: isaak axar #oc: darth gralous #ty for the tag!#oc: kansas #x: burning desire #x: silent addiction #x: it’ll always end with you #x: forever mine in the dark

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shegetsburned · 1 year

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what would your ocs role on a pirate ship be?

Tagged by the amazing @voidika and @trench-rot to take this very cool uquiz for my babies. Thank you for the tag! 🧡

Tagging @poisonedtruth @confidentandgood @simonxriley @children-of-epiales @nightwingshero @shellibisshe @unbindingkerberos @jendoe @kryptonian-puppy @socially-awkward-skeleton @inafieldofdaisies @captastra @phillipsgraves @scentedcandleibex @baldurrs @detectivelokis @florbelles @madparadoxum and anyone who sees this and wants to try! (apologies for any double tags)

The Cabin Kid

Maybe you've always wanted to go to sea. Maybe it's just a job. Maybe you didn't have any other options on land. But whatever the case, you're out here, the youngest member of the crew. Learning the ropes is hard - your hands have not built up the calluses to climb the rigging, your feet scrape and stumble for a foothold. But you are small, and you are nimble, and the old salts say that you will learn. The sailors treat you like a sort of mascot, send you scurrying about for this and that. But you want to prove you're one of them. You're the first to climb to the topsails, grab barrels of gunpowder bigger than you, haul around cannonballs. Every day, you practice with a sword and knife, knowing that when it comes to a raid, you will need to rely on your instincts. So far you've been kept out of battle; the captain promised, last time you asked, that the next one would be yours. You're aching for it. You get half-shares at the minute, but the second you board a prize with sword in hand, amidst the gunsmoke and powder, you'll be a full crew member, worthy as any to claim what is yours. You cannot wait.

Aching to participate more and do her part, as well as wanting to prove your worth to the crew really sounds like her

The Stowaway

You weren't meant to be here. You don't want to be here. But this was your only choice, if you wanted to stay safe. There's anger, where you're from, and hunger, and endless back-breaking toil. The only chance of a better life is somewhere far away. So you slipped on board the first ship you could see, and stole away to find a new life. You're hidden in the hold now, between the rough wood of the hull and the pressing weight of a pile of crates. Beneath you is a faded blanket, littered with crumbs from the ship's biscuits you have been eating. This voyage is long. Your plan was to spirit yourself away as soon as the ship next docked, but it has been days and days of open water, the gentle rocking of the ship beneath you and no land, no land in sight. You press yourself to the hull every time you hear footsteps go by, hold your breath in the darkness. The candle you took is melted down to a nub; you have not lit it today, to keep it as long as possible. If the sailors find you down here, they might put you to work. They might just throw you in the sea. All you can do is sit here, in your little rathole, and wait for your journey to end, one way or another.

Ouuh it fits well with Isaak running away from the Jedi way. Not looking for anything, he wouldn’t mind living a boring life until he finally dies of old age, alone and miserable

The Siren

There's a comb in one hand, a mirror in the other. You sit on the rocks and admire your reflection, slowly combing your kelp-green hair. The sea hurt you. No - the sailors hurt you. Once, you were one of them. Once, you had two legs and breathed the air. But every ship you sailed on sank, or met bad weather, or did not survive an attack. Your shipmates called you cursed, but you held your head high. Until that night. Amidst a stormy sea, your shipmates took you from your bunk, bound you hand and foot as you thrashed and screamed, and tossed your helpless body into the waves. You cursed as the saltwater filled your mouth, filled your lungs, as you fought to take another breath and the world faded to black. But you did not die. You would not die, not until you had gained your revenge. So your bound legs fused into a tail, and your hands broke free of the rope, and you took in your first breath of water beneath the surf. Rejected by the land, the sea claimed you as its own. That ship is gone now. You sat on the rocks, combing your hair, and in doing so spelled its doom. But seeing it smashed and broken in the surf was not enough. Not nearly. So here you sit, looking out to the distance for rotten ships and rotten sailors. And if they come close, you smile, and you wave, and you sing to them. All the while knowing you will sing them to their watery grave. And you will smile the whole time.

Dying and being reborn as something so much stronger is definitely her

The Siren

Deception is HIM

#such a cool quiz to take #really liking these results #i kinda like lou and gralous to have the same answer it means Gralous has changed Lou in his own way #uquiz #thank you for the tag!#oc: darth gralous #oc: braise #oc: lou kesyk #oc: isaak axar

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shegetsburned · 1 year

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what do your ocs yearn for?

tagged by @simonxriley @voidika and @inafieldofdaisies to take this uquiz for my weirdos. Tysm for the tag! 🧡

tagging @poisonedtruth @confidentandgood @children-of-epiales @nightwingshero @shellibisshe @unpetitoiseau @unbindingkerberos @jendoe @kryptonian-puppy @socially-awkward-skeleton @captastra @phillipsgraves @nightbloodraelle @scentedcandleibex @baldurrs @detectivelokis @trench-rot @florbelles @madparadoxum I apologies for any double tags.

to be heard, to leave behind a legacy

you yearn for recognition, to be known for your talents and creations. you tend to feel like an outsider, like the world separates you from the rest of humanity with a glass wall. you peer in and wish you could join them, but they can never understand you, let alone hear you. you are passionate and full of love to give, but something is holding you back--it's you. you're holding yourself back. why are you so afraid of taking the jump? you'll never be remembered if you stay silent. you're letting yourself be forgotten.

She thinks no one can understand her, my poor baby. “You’re letting yourself being forgotten”?? She’s definitely very scared of that.

to be free, to follow your heart

you yearn to follow your heart and your passions. you feel constrained by your current situation and life, and that you have yet to fulfill your potential. if you could, you would pack up your bags and take a train to the countryside or the city to explore the world you only see in cinema and literature.

She just wants peace with the love of her life is that too much to ask?

to hold a hand to your lips and call it yours

you yearn for a lover, a pure kind that fills you with sunlight and gold. you are full of so much love to give, yet it seems that no one wants to take them, to take you like you have taken them into your heart and chained it to your soul until the ends of the earth. you don't know when you are wanted, but more importantly, you don't know when you are unwanted. sometimes you are desperate in your desire, and ask for too much just because you've given parts of yourself like unwanted commodity. it's okay to stop looking. don't worry, they'll find you.

I’m balling at this answer. “It’s okay to stop looking, don’t worry, they’ll find you” yesss she will, through the whole damn galaxy. He yearns for no other than Lou fr.

for someone, something. their shadow follows you wherever you go

you yearn for a soulmate, or an equivalent. something life changing and earth shattering, that will make your world feel like it's finally right. like the final piece in a puzzle. your need for something to fill this void is so consuming that it often blinds you from the people who are already in your life, and causes you to hurt them without fully realizing it. you are not a selfish person by any means, but sometimes you take things from granted. chasing shadows will rarely lead you to anywhere good.

Chasing shadows and trying to find a soulmate. God damn, that’s true. And he thinks he found it with Lou. And trying to fill a void. Wow

#uquiz #oc: braise #oc: lou kesyk #oc: isaak axar #oc: darth gralous #tag game #thank you for the tag!

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shegetsburned · 1 year

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ocs as experiences —

Tagged by @shellibisshe and @trench-rot to do this uquiz. Thank you for the tag! 🧡

No pressure tags @poisonedtruth @confidentandgood @simonxriley @children-of-epiales @nightwingshero @voidika @unpetitoiseau @unbindingkerberos @jendoe @kryptonian-puppy @inafieldofdaisies @captastra @phillipsgraves @scentedcandleibex @baldurrs @detectivelokis @florbelles @madparadoxum and anyone who sees this and wants to try, consider yourself tagged! Apologies for any double tags, or if you’ve already done it, I’ve seen it going around a bit-

you leave people feeling alive.

if I were to emphasize what being an *experience* is with any personality, it's you. you are a good cackle. a thunderstorm. late-night skinny dip. 85 mph, but getting away with 90. the smell of humid summer nights. sharp silver. a meteor shower. letting go of the handlebars for just a moment. the pop of a champagne bottle. swimming in the rain. another street of city lights to explore. there is a deep hum of possibility, and you want to fly within the jetstreams of it. without testing the boundaries of how far someone will go, you do invite a sense of excitement; never playing into the rush, but delighting in the fact that you don’t have to go far to find it. this life is meant to be lived, and you will do it well.

you leave people feeling refreshed.

a full exhale. first day of spring, a step into a hot bath; fruit eaten in the sunned grass. a full glass of water. birdsong. a cat napping by the window. the smell of a meadow after rain. deep green. laying with your head in a friend’s lap. coming back home after a long trip. freshly laundered sheets. a rallying force and refuge. both steadying and renewing. feeling your shoulders totally relax. when people are close to you, there’s a sense they can take their shoes off in the safety of your presence. to be unguarded and at ease. feeling safe enough to close their eyes; to rest in the peace and the comfort you offer, though you might not even be aware of it. you might ask people how they’re doing, but what they know you mean is, “where can I help? what do you need?” when the world can be such a tumultuous place, it is no small gift to have support like yours.

you leave people feeling nostalgic.

drug store valentine's cards. a favorite childhood song crackled through the radio; secret folded notes to find later. a soft yellow. christmas lights. knowing all the movie scenes that make your best friend laugh. birthday candles. a favorite hot chocolate mug. arcade carpets. lazy sunny saturday mornings. young, but not naive. you give people the sense of being held. falling asleep in the car and being carried safely inside. an acknowledgment that no matter how we age, there’s still something small and reaching within us that never goes away completely. (and that it’s not a bad thing.) there’s something sweet about you that feels hard to come by nowadays. a “they don’t make them like you anymore.” maybe it’s a chance to dip a toe back into childhood or a less pressured place—into imagination again, if even for a short while. a chance your presence gives in allowing people to enjoy it all more fully this time around.

you leave people feeling challenged (affectionate).

a shiver. a breath of cool winter air, a stick n poke tattoo; the last few switchbacks at the end of a hike. a deep red. a proud sweat, a delicious ache. early dawn’s blue hour. a favorite story you love to retell. the excited scream, the staggering leap into water below. not fearless, but not afraid to let a good memory leave a few scars or stains. while you have moments of being rough around the edges—an acquired taste, a book not fully grasped in the first read-through—you can rest knowing that there will be people that rise to your challenge. you give off a sense of knowing yourself, and while that could be the case, you’re still learning, too. the close people in your life aren’t afraid of your seasons, your come-and-go silence, or your own way of showing love. they’re there to stay. they’ll join you on that blue hour dock just to read. they’ll take that last-minute road trip to the desert. you’re here to say, “I know you could do it.”

#ouuuh I kinda like these results #this was fun to answer #uquiz #oc: braise #oc: lou kesyk #oc: isaak axar #oc: darth gralous #thanks for the tag!

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shegetsburned · 10 months

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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐨𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐜?

tagged by @children-of-epiales @scentedcandleibex @darialovesstuff @theelderhazelnut @marivenah @voidika and @simonxriley to take this uquiz for my ocs. Tysm for the tag! ♡

not tagging anyone since I’ve seen it going around a whole lot, but feel absolutely free to consider yourself tagged by me if you see this!

the final girl

congrats, you're the one who makes it to the end. your instincts, paranoia, and/or pure fucking stubbornness guide you every bloody step of the way. when the dawn finally breaks, you're the last one left standing. sure, it cost you friends and loved ones and you're going to have one hell of a therapy bill, but at least you're alive.

expected nothing less from her, she is her

the asshole

it's not really clear why you have such a massively shitty personality, but for whatever reason, you make it your mission to get on everyone's bad side. everything out of your mouth seems to be perfectly engineered to piss everyone off and your every move is stupid as hell. Secretly, everyone is hoping you get shanked first.

ofc she is, this insufferable freelancer will create trouble if she can-

the tragic hero

you are the good guy who just cannot catch a break. your life just fucking sucks, frankly. one day, you have friends, family, hobbies you enjoy, maybe even a dog. and then, something happens that sets off this never-ending chain reaction of bullshit and it all gets swept away from you in a heartbeat. all your friends are dead now and you might be alive but god at what cost.

I’d like to give her a hug for everything she’s been through

the killer

oh, you're the one doing all the killing. you're the violent little guy with a chip on your shoulder, the undead nightmare with a mind only for revenge, the unhinged psycho who just likes to inflict pain for fun. either way, you're the catalyst of this whole narrative, the lynchpin on which the entire plot rests. you either die in the end or live on through numerous sequels, prequels, reboots, and spinoffs.

not surprised, he does kill without mercy so-

the tragic hero

You need a break and all the love Lou can give you, you overworking man

#uquiz #tysm for the tag!!#oc: braise #oc: luna ursi [cod]#oc: lou kesyk #oc: isaak axar #oc: darth gralous #oc: kansas #oc: sun guardian

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shegetsburned · 1 year

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ocs as other characters —

tagged by @trench-rot and @detectivelokis to do this uquiz for my ocs and I was so excited to do it. Thank you for the tag! 🧡

no pressure tags @poisonedtruth @confidentandgood @simonxriley @children-of-epiales @shellibisshe @voidika @unpetitoiseau @unbindingkerberos @jendoe @kryptonian-puppy @captastra @phillipsgraves @scentedcandleibex @baldurrs @florbelles @madparadoxum and anyone who sees this and wants to try!

Leo Fitz (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.)

Caitlyn Kiramman (Arcane) she’s just like her fr

Ben Wyatt (Parks and Recreation)

Amy Santiago (Brooklyn Nine-Nine) I love this

Arthur (Inception)

Jean Grey (X-Men) 100% like here

Imperator Furiosa (Mad Max: Fury Road) ouuuh yess as a sith this is perfect

Tissaia (The Witcher)

Allison Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy)

Azula (Avatar: The Last Airbender) this and jean grey are perfect

Mufasa (The Lion King)

Obi-Wan Kenobi (Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith)

Eddard Stark (Game of Thrones) exactly like him

Optimus Prime (Transformers) I love this yes

Aaron Hotchner (Criminal Minds)

General Kirigan (Shadow and Bone) definitely the picture I had in mind

Magneto (X-Men)

Darth Vader (Star Wars: Episode IV - A New Hope)

Scar (The Lion King) loving the scar vs mufasa situation

Dr. Hannibal Lecter (Hannibal)

#getting their banners out for this yay #feel like the results are pretty accurate #loved to do this!#apologizing if you’ve already done it and I’ve tagged you #uquiz #oc: braise #oc: lou kesyk #oc: isaak axar #oc: darth gralous

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shegetsburned · 9 months

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Tells me more about pretty boy Isaak, Lou, and your fire gal pls (especially in her Sun Guardian AU)

Thank you for asking about my babies Larissa 🤧 I will gladly go on and on about them for you-

𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐤

Isaak is a wise and gentle man who used to be a Jedi master but turned to the mandalorians when the love of his life "died"

He’s the definition of an old soul and would do anything to protect the ones he loves

His face claim is Chris Redfield because god damn that man is hot, but also because it suited him so well

He also gains more beard and a shit ton of scars after all of his training as a mandalorian

Man needs a big hug and a break. The man is devastated by the loss of Lou, so much that he starts deviating from the way of the mandalorian into a bounty hunter, occasionally having meaningless sex here and there

I swear he’ll be happy at the end-

𝐋𝐨𝐮

Overall, she was a Jedi knight, trained by Isaak until (I don’t wanna spoil) "something happens to her", she then turns to the dark side

She used to have an orange lightsaber because she isn’t as drawn to the light side as the other Jedi knights.

Her parents made her fear the jedis, and definitely despises her for becoming one (so never seeing them again feels like a relief for her)

Isaak fell first for her but she definitely fell harder

𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐚 (𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐮)

Omg I have so much to talk about- basically in this marvel au, she is still in the same police unit

She becomes the Egyptian sun god Ra’s avatar during a deadly mission

She will fight alongside Moon Knight but I have another story for her before that where she encounters another avatar

In this au, because her and her sister didn’t blip but their parents did, she’s been taking care of her with everything, including bringing money and emotional supporting her because her sister has fallen into a depression and is often calling Luna to say she’s going to commit-

She also lives a traumatizing event during a mission which will basically leave her broken

I also feel like Ra chose her because she would get back up ever time she got down, never giving up and giving her life to the right cause

And her love interest is her unit’s Captain; which is an original character as well

#i inserted the three links for their bios #let’s call it bios #if you wanna learn more #anyway these are some of my babies #and I love them dearly #thank you so much for taking interest in them #oc: sun guardian #oc: lou kesyk #oc: Isaak axar #ask answers #tw death #tw sui mentionned

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shegetsburned · 1 year

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what form of love do your ocs/ships embody?

tagged by the amazing @inafieldofdaisies, @baldurrs, @detectivelokis, @simonxriley, @shellibisshe and @voidika to take this uquiz for my ocs. Thank you for the tag! 🧡

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love as a choice

[ love is beautiful because it's built deliberately ] when casey mcquinston wrote "that's the choice. i love him, with all that, because of all that, on purpose. i love him on purpose" and when jenny slate tweeted "i just want someone to grab my little face and scream on purpose, on purpose i am going to care about you" and when jodi picoult wrote "after fifteen years, love isn't just a feeling. it's a choice" and when the good place said "if soulmates do exist, they're not found they're made"

i wanna say it fits them because a lot of things happened between them because they made a choice, maybe that’s why they aren’t endgame tbh

love as hunger

[ love as ravenous desire, love as something fragrant and home-built ] when florence welch said "we all have a hunger" and when jenny slate asked "who will come into my kitchen and be hungry for me?" and when violet trefusis wrote "I want you hungrily, frenziedly. passionately. I am starving for you..." and when anne carson asked "what are we made of but hunger and rage?"

this answer suits them so well! they’re just so hungry for each other, it’s perfect

love as devotion

[ devotion: love, loyalty, or enthusiasm for a person, activity, or cause ] when ruth said to naomi "where you go, i will go, and where you stay, i will stay. your people will be my people, and your God my God" and when hozier sang "i'll be the dreadful need from the devotee that drove [orpheus] underground" and when deathcab for cutie sang "if there's no one beside you when your soul embarks, i will follow you into the dark"

wherever they are in the galaxy, they’ll always think of each other and the road they need to take to get back to the one they love. They really are devoted.

#thanks for the tag!#oc: braise #oc: lou kesyk #oc: isaak axar #tag game #uquiz #these answers are so accurate it’s scary #x: burning desire #x: silent addiction #x: it’ll always end with you

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Did any of their friends or family want them to get together?

Were they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)?

Who’s better at comforting the other?

What’s the wedding like? Who attends?

For both ships please <3

Tysm for the ask, Ice! ♡ And especially asking for both ships because there’s never enough to say about both.

did any of their friends or family want them to get together?

Their family and friends aren’t aware until very late of their relationship, the first one to know is Thermite by chance, and he definitely does not approve of them, thinking it’ll end badly, and probably because of a small feeling of jealousy.

Nevertheless, Mute’s mother is also one of the first to know about it when she realizes her son’s in love with Braise and struggles to know what to do about the whole situation. She’s very sweet and welcoming to Braise as well.

we’re they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)?

They weren’t each other’s first kiss but it was definitely their first no strings attached/booty call kind of relationship before it became more serious.

It’s also the first time Mute realizes he’s really in love with the girl and does not want to let her go.

who’s better at comforting the other?

Here’s a most complete answer of this question in another ask.

what’s the wedding like? who attends?

Even if it takes a long ass time before they are engaged, the wedding happens. They both agree on having it in Mute’s hometown; York, for its beauty and its history. They mainly invite members of rainbow and old friends from their units. Mute would be insistant on meeting Braise’s whole family, but she only invites her parents and siblings.

I want to say the wedding goes well but I feel like Braise’s father would say something about how he used to be so disappointed in his daughter in a toast and anger Mute who would probably not hesitate to kick him out.

it’ll always end with you - Isaak x Lou

did any of their friends or family want them to get together?

None of them wish to see them together as Jedis are not allowed to be emotionally attached to any living thing. But when Isaak leaves the jedi order and everything behind him to become a mandalorian, there’s nothing and no one holding him back anymore. Even if there was, he’d probably ignore them. Lou’s only acquaintances that I can think of that would disagree is definitely Darth Gralous who wants her all for himself.

we’re they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)?

They were their first kiss, love and serious relationship. As both of them are found young and embarked on a journey to become Jedis, they can’t be in a relationship or feel strong emotional attachment. Therefore, when they find each other, they’re both surprised to feel the need to go against every instinct they know when they’re together.

who’s better at comforting the other?

I want to say that Isaak is definitely better. He’ll use his wiseness and knowledge to calm Lou and make her feel better. Even when she turns, he’s able to see through her hate and comfort the pain in her heart.

what’s the wedding like? who attends?

Answered here in another ask.

#ask answers #oc: braise #oc: lou kesyk #oc: isaak axar #r6s mute #tysm again!#x: silent addiction #x: it’ll always end with you

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shegetsburned · 1 year

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐀𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐀𝐧 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 —

summary : lou kesyk infiltrates a separatist ship filled with prisoners to liberate them and get them back safe to Coruscant with the help of her master Isaak and clones.

characters : original character(s): lou kesyk, isaak axar - canon character(s): waxer

warnings : depictions of violence

author’s notes : been working on the plot of a new star wars serie with my ocs, and decided it was time to share the first chapter of this long ass story. It takes place after the second movie, so mainly during the clone wars. Hope you enjoy!

(let me know if some of y’all are interested in being tagged for the next chapters)

word count : 3k

opening chapter - chapter I - chapter 2

Who said flying had to be a pleasant experience? For prisoners of war, it had to be one of the most uncomfortable ways to travel. Well, after all, they were detainees, and detainees weren’t given special treatment.

It wasn’t as enormous as a Taylander shuttle, but enough to carry passengers.

The ship’s flying pattern was worse than any she had ever seen. Was it because of the numerous interferences surrounding the flight area of Lego or due to the lack of flight training in the droid’s code? Well, the passengers of the ship were clearly feeling the separatists’ incompetence to fly a ship to its destination, as it swayed from left to right.

The prisoners’ hands were tied with electronic devices magnetically stuck to the ceiling of the ship to keep them from moving too much. Their limbs were numb, some of the prisoner heads were resting on their upper arms from exhaustion. They all looked hopeless and miserable.

Twelve clicks until next destination.

It was the ship’s AI speaking into the monitor, signaling how close they were. It was also Lou’s signal to get a move on and stop this transfer.

She had been purposely caught by this transport, hours ago, on Lego’s ground. Thanks to the droids’ amateur procedure, she had been able to hide her weapon in her robe quite easily.

Her fingers meticulously twirling to try and take her saber out of the pocket where it was hidden. Normally, summoning the force wasn’t a hard task for Lou, but with her hands up in the air, it was a tricky process. She struggled to rotate her wrist inside the cuffs, occasionally watching the guards passing by her.

She did, despite her vigilance, attract the curious eyes of a wookie prisoner, who kept looking down at her hands. Maybe a huge and hairy wookie would be enough to alarm the droids on her, which empresses her to move faster.

Concentrated, she slowly lifts the swords out of her pocket, towards her sleeve. It slowly but surely makes its way to the end of her maroon outfit. As she prepares to draw it, a separatist droid stops in front of Lou, noticing her slight agitation.

“Prisoner. Stop moving. We arrive on short notice.”

She glares at it, squinting and stopping her movement in the process. “These cuffs are uncomfortable. I wish for all of us to be free of them.”

The droid takes a second to answer, turning to its comrade before they all burst out of a robotic laughter. Her little act of rebellion draws the other hostages’ attention towards their conversation. All attentive to her hopeful figure, even the weakest ones.

“These traitors are getting bolder and bolder with time.” This voice differed from the others. It was more creature-like. A hairy catuman appeared from the cockpit. Loud and indiscreet steps towards the girl made the shuttle sway even more. At the sight of him, exhales and whines of fear escape from the poor mouths.

The catuman who approached Lou was a mercenary for the Trade Federation. His stature made the small droid back away, scared of ending under the alien’s feet. Looking down at the frail human, he leaned forward, an evil grin plastered on his face. “What do you think you’re doing, little one?”

“I’m a free woman, I can do whatever I want.” Lou answers, unfazed.

A loud chuckle fills the ship followed by smaller ones. “You? You’re a free woman?’

“I might be your prisoner, but I’m a free woman.” She repeats, looking straight into the catuman’s eyeballs with determination. “You’re not a free woman, that’s what prisoner means.”

“I won’t repeat myself. Free us.” Lou finally declares confronting the creature once more.

The alien takes a long and profound inspiration, signaling his impatience towards Lou’s little number. What was she trying to prove? As he expires, projectiles find their way onto the girl’s face, to her dismay, contorting it in disgust. With amusement, the creature keeps looking at her, but not losing her objective, she closes her eyes and holds her right hand out.

In a swift motion, her lightsaber instantly flies from her sleeve to her hand. She gets a hold of it, her fingers closing around the handle, under the amazed eyes of the captives and separatists. At first, Lou opens her eyes, now facing the alien with the weapon ready.

It’s a matter of milliseconds before an hopeful prisoner lets out a screech and the lightsaber ignites. The warm orange light of the saber easily slips through the cuffs, slicing them in half and liberating the jedi’s hands. Lou then engages the catuman who had been standing there, baffled and wondering how they made the mistake of capturing a Jedi. With a long blow, she uses all of the space available to try and cut the creature in half. Finally reactivating himself, he dodges the strike with a quick step back, only found with a not so profound laceration along his chest.

Deciding that she’ll deal with the biggest one later, Lou holds her free arm out, projecting it towards the front of the ship, crushing two droids in the process. The ship balances again, as everyone begins to agitate themselves. Droids start firing at the young jedi, sometimes missing and putting holes in shuttle’s armature, and other times meeting the target’s lightsaber. Lou twirls it in front of her, blocking the lasers with the saber.

There’s now multiple holes in the hull, activating the alarm system ringing and bouncing on the ship’s walls. Taken by a burst of bravery, certain prisoners start wiggling their feet towards the droids, blocking their path and making them trip. Lou senses an opening as one falls to the ground to throw her lightsaber towards three aligned droids who are immediately cut in half. The saber returns into its owner’s hand quickly after.

The girl takes a second to wipe the nasty goo glued to her face before striking once again, assailing a deadly blow right into a droid’s body that was too close to her. Diving forward and making her way to the cockpit, she hears the growl of the catuman still struggling to get back up after being thrown.

Lou readies her lightsaber, lifting it in front of her, perfectly horizontal. Two courageous separatist droids start firing at her, but are quickly thrown away by their own deflecting projectiles. As they collapse right before the pilot’s seat, the enormous creature gets on its feet. He bangs his fists against his chest before charging towards the Jedi. Before he hits, Lou dodges by crouching and holds her saber out. He passes besides her as the lightsaber cuts his left foot, separating it from the rest of the body.

An enraged growl escapes from the mercenary but it does not stop it from diving right back in with an intention to kill. He throws himself on her but she’s able to turn around quickly, making her way around him. Throwing her lightsaber on the other side, making its way around as well, she executes her motion with caution. Using her knee against the floor to spin, she lands behind him, regaining control of her lightsaber and immediately lunges forward with a death blow into the heart.

He freezes completely, using his last moment of consciousness to look down at the hole formed around the lightsaber trapped into his body. His knees fall to the ground as we hear the sound of the lightsaber retracting.

Lou breathes heavily as her attention shifts back towards the prisoners who are filled with joy, but also concern. As a matter of fact, they still need to be saved, and the ship is still swaying, but this time, more aggressively, like there was no pilot.

Indeed, when Lou walks to the chair and turns it around, she sees the dead carcasse of the pilot laying on the seat. A quick look around reveals heavy damage taken from the blasters and the lightsabers cutting through the walls during the fight. One motor’s damaged. The fire emanating from the side alarms Lou who chooses to act quickly.

The quick thinking of the Jedi leads her to the first captive on her right, using her strength to dismantle the cuffs. “Free the others.” Lou’s soft look immediately calms the man in front of her before he turns around to execute the order.

She then throws herself on the seat, getting a hold of the commands. Her pilot’s training finally being put to good use, her hand navigates between the array of buttons, trying to get a hold of the ship now directly pointing down towards the canyons of Lego.

With a groan, she clenches her hands around the steering wheel and pulls towards her chest as hard as she can hoping to straighten the shuttle and attempt a softer landing.

Chatters and soft whimpers are heard from the back of the ship, as Lou takes a peak behind her to see the prisoners all tucked in a corner, holding onto any piece of ship they could and onto themselves.

Her attention then shifts back to the front, determined on keeping these people safe and landing without any injuries. Her grasp tightens around the handle, and with a final push, she succeeds in straightening the nose of the ship, but now too close to the ground. To limit the violent impact, she slightly turns the wheel, engaging the damaged ship into the canyon. Lou navigates inside the tight walls, all of her concentration focused on making it past this point, sometimes hitting the sides on the rocks, which loudens the cries of the passengers.

But as they advance, the canyon becomes impracticable for a ship of its size. The girl, knowing they won’t make it through the entirety of the canyon, decides to use the last of the ship’s power to get out of the obscurity the gorge provided them.“Brace yourself!” Lou cries out. The ship flies out, just for the other motor to explode as it lands hard on the rocky ground.

The ship glides over a thousand meters, losing parts on its way, before slowly getting to a stop.

Exhausted and shaken up, some figures get a hold of themselves through the smoke inside the shuttle. Lou, slowly getting out of her seat and coughing, wanders around. Her eyes are drawn to the small flames emanating from the metallic panels. Now unsafe and filled with dense smoke, the ship had to be evacuated.

Quickly enough, she makes her way to the back, making sure everyone is accounted for and helping them out through one big hole created from the impact. Lou leads them out, softly but quickly holding onto their shoulder and guiding them through the exit.

All covered in braise and exhaling difficulty, they make their way out of the ship, holding each other. When Lou takes a last look around at the empty vehicle, she rubs her eyes with her sleeve, trying to get a distinction of what can possibly be another captive. But focusing on the object, she realizes it’s nothing more than a seat.

The Jedi is the last one to walk through the breach, met by the blazing weather of the grounds of Lego. Her sight slowly readjust to a clearer environment as she squints towards the others.

They’re embracing each other. Glad to have made it out of a possible hell-hole. Relieved sighs and cries travel to her ears. A slight smirk forming on the side of Lou’s mouth. But before they have any time for themselves, a growl is heard in the sky. Like a ship descending into the planet’s atmosphere.

One of the prisoners points a trembling finger to the sky, terror in his eyes. But Lou already has her sight on it. Immediately drawing her lightsaber in front of her and backing up to protect the civilians, she readies herself for another fight.

But as the mist slowly reveals a more detailed image of the ship, Lou exhales and slowly regains a normal stance. Retracting her orange lightsaber. She feels this familiar force surrounding the vessel; her master’s presence.

Incomprehensibly turning to their savior for help, they stand there, tension descending as they see Lou’s calm attitude.. The ship slowly makes his way to the ground, dispersing any traces of pebbles and sand as they land.

A few seconds after the landing, the metallic white door to the side opens itself and spits several clones running towards the prisoners. Startled but now convinced of their safety, they accept the help given by the soldiers. First aid is given to those who need it the most, whereas others are escorted towards the ship.

As it all comes in motion, a man calmly walks out of the transport. Seeing him makes Lou carefully remove the hood laying on top of her and throw away the brown robe to reveal her Jedi uniform. It was sleeveless, covered with thick light brown leather and fur. A small cape ran down on the ground starting from her hips, covering the back of an armored leg wear and boots.

“Master Isaak.” She speaks with a wide relieved smile, finally seeing her master on the terrain.

The Jedi returns her smile with a soft gaze, but Lou notices a bit of tension in his hands. Isaak wore something similar to her but covered with more metallic plates, armoring his chest piece and arms. Small parts of his body were apparent; his hands and his face.

He walks up to his protege, leaning forward and placing a hand on her shoulder. “Everything’s alright? What happened?”

Isaak was examining Lou with concern. His eyes trailing the light bruises and speck covering her figure, in front of the girl’s amused stare. She reassures him with a chuckle.“I’m fine, master. Nothing to worry about.” She always had to reassure her master.

He escapes a sigh, understanding, before letting go of her and just slightly turning around to inspect the damages and the now very free prisoners. Isaak’s gaze stops as he sees the damaged ship meters away. “What happened to the ship?”

Lou bit her lip in search of an answer that wouldn’t worry him even more. Attempting to keep it as blurry but straight to the point as possible, she answers as Isaak’s gaze had shifted to hers. “Nothing major. Just uh- a difficult landing.”

“A difficult landing?”

“A difficult landing.” Lou repeats, eyes wide open, trying to understand if her master knew something more had happened or not. But before he has the chance of lecturing her, a clone approaches the Jedi, interrupting Lou in her lie.

“Sir, the refugees are weak and starving. Is our next destination still Coruscant?”

“It is. Let’s embark them all onto the ship and make them comfortable for the flight. We don’t want anyone dying on the way.” Isaak orders, in a more serious tone.

The clone acknowledges with a slight nod before turning to the girl with a heartwarming smile.

“Waxer, long time no see.” His smile is met with Lou’s pleased grin.

“Lou. I would’ve preferred to see you again under more joyful circumstances. You took down the ship yourself?”

A gentle laugh escapes her lips when she goes to answer. “All my doing.”

At these words, Isaak can’t help but give her an accusing look. Like Lou had just revealed this mess was entirely because of her. She gulps, peeking at her master’s reaction but staying on Waxer. “I mean, mostly.”

After a few seconds of debating whether he should address this issue or not, Isaak calmly points his chin towards the other clones. “Get to work, Waxer, the faster we’ve loaded them, the faster we can leave this place.”

The clone takes the time to put his helmet back on before nodding and walking away. Lou takes a step towards them as well but is suddenly stopped by Isaak’s hand around her arm. It’s never too tight, just enough to stop her into her movement. Frowning and looking at her master, she can’t help but see him stare at her forearm. There’s traces of struggle around the wrist. “Are you sure you’re alright?” He asks, now staring right at the girl’s eyes.

“I am, master. It’s from the cuffs. It’s nothing.”

Not even diverging once millimeters away from her gaze, he tries to discern the truth into her eyes, before letting go of her arm. “When we arrive I want you to meet someone from the council.”

Of course, her master had contacts in the Jedi council, three years ago, he had been chosen for a seat and humbly accepted the post. Other than him, she had only met master Yoda who had been more than welcoming to her, but Lou knew most of the Jedi were reluctant on having her train with the force, because of how old she was when she was found.

Most of her doubts came from their view of her, and Isaak knew it. But getting familiar with influential faces would be an effective way to diminish her uncertainty.

“You don’t want me to help Waxer and the others?” Lou says not knowing how to respond, she mostly wanted to avoid talking about it more.

“They can take care of themselves.”

She scoffs, her gaze turning away, a nervous hand scratching the back of her neck. “Yeah, well, maybe-”

“Lou.”

The Jedi looks at her master, helplessly looking for comfort.

“You’ll be fine.” Isaak says ever so calmly, a reassuring smile forming on his lips. Lou takes a deep breath and nods multiple times, acknowledging his order before returning to her affairs.

The man looked at her as she helped the few who hadn’t yet embarked on the ship. She had so much care to give and Isaak knew it. After so many years with her as his padawan, he saw so much more than what the Jedi could see. Proving her obedience and excellent skills would be an easy task if only she opened herself up to other jedi knights. Isaak’s goal was to show the galaxy everything Lou had to offer.

And he would work hard trying to achieve it.

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