#oc: thessa

[defira85]

5k of my own fic throughout April (not in any consistent WIP sadly) and almost 10k edited on @angelicfangirl 's next chapter. Which btw I hope everyone is ready for bleak because it's still Nathema and I LOVE making Nathema needlessly horrifying

I worked on the Thessa-Raina-Shara fic, my ESO fic which has not seen the light of day and may not ever, and now there's a WIP for something Touchstarved. A productive month! The most I've managed in years! And my Touchstarved OC has an inspo folder and the start of a playlist!

This seratonin tastes good

[we-dont-talk-about-potato-nonono]

Here’s my part of art trade with @amarylii-art’s wonderful d&d OC, Thessa! this was super fun 😊!!

[lonelysmile]

grandissima la Thessa che reposta la foto della reunion della famiglia Cooper di The OC 🥰

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DnD CHARACTERS TIME WHOOOOOO since i'm obsessed with creating funky gay magical people, and have about 20 character ideas, over the past few months i've been drawing a few of them in between my usual fanart :) if you wanna know more i'm leaving some info below ;D

these six nerds are the most developed characters i have so far, and i've only gotten to play Thessa and Valax a little before becoming my party's DM. but here they are!!

🗡️🌊 Leonard, tiefling swashbuckler rogue Ah, this fucker. He's a pirate, he's horrible, he's a tease and he only cares about himself and making gold. No horribly depressed backstory except for like, class struggle and being an orphan, he's sure to make a show everywhere he goes. With a rapier and a dagger always by his side, getting himself into trouble is always at the top of his list. At least they're entertaining and fun to be around, and being enticing sure helps draw attention away from the pickpocketing every here and there.

⚔️🛡️ Thessalya, human battle master fighter Ok ok I'm guilty of giving her way more trauma than I should have, but I love making characters go through fucked up shit and still end up being kind. That's her. Her parents abandoned her while their village was attacked and destroyed, was then captured by some shitty army. Almost died a few times from failed escape attempts, all while she was eight, but eventually she was able to run away! And thank the gods, some good knights took her in and helped her! Now she was two cool dads that taught her how to fight (and sing a little) and she loves studying history and philosophy. She's seen a lot of evil in the world so she hopes she can be strong enough to protect those who need help every now and again.

🌲🌒 Valax Roseshade, wood elf, gloom stalker ranger He's sad. He's a forest hobo. He was literally raised by wolves. He's 300 years old and tired. He smells like grass and fungi all the time. He doesn't talk about his religious trauma. He doesn't talk much in general. Still, he's a deadly shot and a good addition to a party who needs help getting around any large terrain with trees. Always looking to keep the balance between nature and civilization, hunting undead evils and shit. Yeah.

🐺🔥 Navah, human barbarian, path of the beast (possible blood hunter multiclass) Navah also suffers a bad case of parents are dead (and lycanthropy, lol), but she channels her emotions in a very different way. She has a giant axe, she's hairy, she's loud, she likes taking up space and occasionally turns into a wolf. She controls her anger, the part of her which knows she deserves better, to help folk with some extra muscle, even forging her own badass weapons (as long as there's no silver involved).

🎶🎭 Asra, moon elf, college of lore bard The Veiled Siren, as most know her by her stage name, is but a simple bard traveling from town to town. They've been on the road for many years, and home is every place where she makes friends. With a complicated past, they've managed to leave everything behind and start anew, and are enjoying the simple things in life while on a quest to inspire confidence in those who struggle with believing in themselves.

🔫✨ Elphi, tiefling gunslinger fighter/order of scribes wizard Wizard with a gun my beloved. She's smart and skilled but visibly struggles holding conversations with anyone that's not a magical talking book. I don't know who gives a kid a gun, but thankfully whoever that was taught her proper safety. Well, whoever that was, no way they're crazier than the nerdy archivist that took her in and offered his library/home for the energetic pink little demon. She's read many books about wonderful and dangerous adventures and is looking forward to write her own!

>>> i love getting asks about anything so if there's any more fun info you're curios about, don't hesitate to drop by <33

[tiefighter]

thessa for @defira85 HAPPY BIRTHDAY? I was gonna do something fancy but all I could think was her staring wistfully into the distance thinking about science

[hiagainyou]

“Oh please, I’ve achieved more in a minute than you have in your lifetime.”

Loud. Pretentious. Annoying. A bitch. All words used when describing Thessalia, and not without reason of course. You see, Thessalia is a nightmare of a woman, picking on anyone she deems as below her. Dirt. Rubbish. Worthless. And she makes it her personal mission to sink her teeth into them and rip whatever feeble façade they had apart. They were nothing. They are nothing. And she was the scourge set upon this earth to remind them of how meaningless, how disposable, their lives were.

ᶠᴵᴿˢᵀ ᴺᴬᴹᴱ

Thessalia

  -› Meaning: Thessalia (tess-a-lee-ah) “four lands of Ellas people”, “four lands where Selene is venerated”, or “four barren lands”

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ᴸᴬˢᵀ ᴺᴬᴹᴱ

Athanasius Aliester Morrisey

-› Meaning: Athanasius (ath-ə-NAY-shəs) – “immortal”, Aliester (ali-ester) – “man’s defender”, Morrisey (mohr-ih-see) – “original Gaelic form of the name O Muirgheasa which is derived from the words muir, meaning sea, and geas, meaning action(debatable)”

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ᴹᴵᴰᴰᴸᴱ ᴺᴬᴹᴱ

Marie

-› Meaning: Marie (mah-ree) – “sea of bitterness”, “sea of sorrow”, “rebellion”, “wished-for child”, and “mistress or lady of the sea”

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ᴬᴳᴱ

3xx

-› Birthday – November 27th

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ᴳᴱᴺᴰᴱᴿ

Female

-› She/Her

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MONSTER TYPE

Vampire

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｡ﾟ･ 𖥸── ･ᴬᴾᴾᴱᴬᴿᴬᴺᶜᴱ･ ──𖥸 ｡ﾟ･

ᴴᴬᴵᴿ ˢᵀᵞᴸᴱ

Natural hair

-› Is styled in numerous ways but is mostly either let loose or in two ponytails

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ᴮᴼᴰᵞ ᵀᵞᴾᴱ

Double Cherry/Bottom Hourglass

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ᴴᴱᴵᴳᴴᵀ

5’2”

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ᵂᴱᴵᴳᴴᵀ

125 lbs.

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ᴺᴼᵀᴵᶜᴱᴬᴮᴸᴱ ᶠᴱᴬᵀᵁᴿᴱˢ

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Pointy Ears

Sharp Fangs

Bat Nose

Flower Tattoo

-› Underboob

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♔Talking about herself/her legacy

♔Pissing people off

♔Dolling herself up

♔Drinking expensive alcohol

-›Romanee Conti Wine and Shipwrecked 1907 Heidsieck Champagne

♔Sailing on her Trimaran, Belladonna, at night

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♔Not being able to watch the sunrise

♔People who think they are better than her

♔Her flaws being pointed out/Being criticized

♔People who waste her time

♔Misconceptions of vampires

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ᴮᴬᴰ ᴴᴬᴮᴵᵀˢ

♔Interrupts conversations when she isn’t interested

♔Spending her money on stuffed animals

♔Won’t stop bullying someone until their broken/Manipulates others

♔Thinks others are below her and treats them as such

♔Only listens to what she wants to hear

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ᴳᴼᴼᴰ ᴴᴬᴮᴵᵀˢ

♔Very skilled at playing string instruments

-› Mainly plays the Cello as it’s her favorite

♔Is surprisingly endearing and a great shoulder to cry on

♔Will pamper her friends if they’re feeling down

♔Keeps all her belongings neat and tidy

♔Cooks everything she eats

-› Everything she cooks has five-star restaurant quality (housewife material)

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[thecipherlegacy]

Big grumpy cathar sith lord enjoying a nap with his sisters Thessa (who belongs to the wonderful @naaklasolus) and Macha (who belongs to the lovely @actualanxiousswampwitch) 🖤

[max--phillips]

I have no self control, and @razorcresting made a post with follow up from @crushingonmando that I could not stop thinking about about Din getting teary eyed at ASPCA commercials and secretly donating to them. So I wrote this because I could.

Warnings: none! Just some dumb fluff.

Words: 1.1k

“It feels like forever since I just sat down and watched holovid,” I said, leaning over the couch in our hotel room, pulling up a blanket. “Is that something you ever did? Actually, have you ever had a day off in your life?” I asked, leaning into Din, who was still armor-clad thanks to the unfamiliar environment. We’d found ourselves on Coruscant, and after we’d done what we came here for (namely research; trying to find out more about the kid and his species, and maybe, if we were lucky, the Jedi), I insisted we stay in the city to take a couple days off and recharge.

“My definition of a day off is probably far different than yours,” he responded, wrapping his arm around me.

I rolled my eyes. “My definition of a day off is this. Sitting around, watching mindless vids, eating snacks, and cuddling,” I said, flipping through the channels. There were way too many to choose from, thanks to the fact Coruscant was still the figurative center of the galaxy. I finally settled in on something that appeared to be a sitcom about a human, and three of his friends, another human, a twi’lek, and a devaronian.

“My definition of a day off is cleaning weapons, repairing the ship, and not actively putting myself in danger,” Din said.

“See, that’s too much work to be a day off,” I argued. “You should just… relax. But you don’t really know how to do that, do you?”

“What’s ‘relax?’” he asked sarcastically, looking down at me.

I scoffed and turned my attention back to the holovid. The show went to commercial, which are too much fun to heckle to switch away from sometimes, so I left them on. After a weird ad for a local store, it switched to a commercial for an animal shelter network that did work all over the galaxy. I rolled my eyes as the extremely sad song that always plays under it started.

“Maker, they’ve been using the guilt trip card since I can remember,” I mumbled, looking at the pets in kennels with their unreasonably sad expressions. A woman talked about the shelters and the animals in the background of the commercial. “I can barely watch those, it’s like, I want to just adopt all of those pets myself.”

“We don’t need another small animal running around the ship causing trouble,” Din responded. He sounded oddly distracted, though, his grip around my shoulders unusually stiff.

I laughed. “Okay, that’s fair. One womp rat is enough,” I said, looking over at the baby who was sleeping soundly in a crib the hotel had provided.

The show we were originally watching came back on, and we watched it in silence for a while, occasionally commenting on something one of the characters did or said that was ridiculous or a joke that didn’t land. Maybe it would make more sense if we’d seen any other episodes of it, but so far, it didn’t seem like a good show. It wasn’t about anything, it felt like, no plot, just… these people’s lives. I didn’t get it. The theme song was annoying, too.

After a while of making fun of the show, it cut back to commercial. That damn animal shelter commercial came back on, and I sighed, defeated.

“People watch these shows because they’re funny! Not to cry at sad animals!” I said, pleading with the unlistening holoprojector, starting to get a little choked up at it myself. These were always hard to watch. Those poor helpless souls, who could be so cruel to them?

That’s when Din’s breath hitched, and I looked up at him. He was practically stiff as a board under me, and he was clearly trying to steady his breathing. Stars above, this stupid commercial was making him tear up!

“Oh, cyare, are you okay?” I cooed, sitting up and wrapping him in a hug. I changed the channel.

“No, wait, change it back,” he said, his voice straining, hugging me back and seeming to relax a little.

“Seriously? I’m gonna start crying, too, you know,” I said, doing as I was asked nonetheless.

“They’re just…” he started.

“Too cute and sad?” I suggested.

“Yeah,” he responded. I nuzzled my head into his neck and gave him a kiss there, then resumed cuddling into him. “This is why I don’t watch this junk.”

I laughed a little, looking at the last couple sad animals before the commercial changed. “Those have always been incredibly sad,” I said. “And you’ve never seen them before?”

He shook his head slightly. “No,” he said, voice still a little strained. “I’d have been okay with keeping it that way, but…”

“Sure you don’t wanna adopt something? Small and cute, takes care of itself, like a tooka or something?” I asked, only partly kidding. Din was right, we probably didn’t need another little creature running around, but who knows, maybe the kid needs a him-sized friend.

“I’m positive,” he responded, running his fingers through my hair, seemingly most of the way calmed down.

“Alright, no more of that tonight,” I said, switching the channel to something that would be more entertaining, hopefully, and maybe not air such depressing commercials.

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I’d put myself in charge of keeping track of our credits. Din agreed it probably would be a good idea, since, sure, we were finding odd jobs to do every now and again, but simply searching the galaxy for a species that apparently only had one member and an extinct order of sorcerers wasn’t the most lucrative position. It would be best to start budgeting. I’d been tallying for a few months now, and every month, we were exactly 9 credits short of where we should be.

“Do you have any idea what this is about?” I asked. “For a few months now, starting the same month we went to Coruscant, we’ve been nine credits short every month.”

Din looked over his shoulder at me. He was in the pilot’s chair of the cockpit, and I was tapping away at a datapad in the co-pilot’s chair. He shrugged.

“Some help you are,” I commented sarcastically, smirking at him as I went back to the datapad. “I mean, it’s nine credits, so it’s not a big deal, it’s just weird that that’s the exact amount every month.”

“Maybe someone forgot about a subscription?” he suggested.

“Who would be subscribed to anything?” I asked back, furrowing my brow. “Wait. Wait wait wait.” This started the same month we were on Coruscant. We were watching holos that night.

“What?”

“Din, are you donating to those animal shelters?”

[meglovesocs]

So uhm hi, i guess

Hi, I’m fairly new to Tumblr, which you can probably see through my two posts, but i would love to tell you and others about my OCs (there are like eight right now in my original story). I just posted a little snippet from the first chapter from my original story. You could check that out if you want… But yeah, i have about eight OCs, who will have an appearance in my story:  Adam and Carter (they will be in a realtionship) Thessa and Paul (are in a realtionship) Ruby and Noah (are in a relationship) and two more, but they are still in work :( 

I’m waiting for a response

Have a wonderful day

meg: hello friend!!!!!! (  queezels-writing-blog ) i can’t wait to hear about your ocs!!!! <3 i hope you have a wonderful day!!!!!

[emangel2718]

Redesigned my OC, Thessa (outfit mostly)

She’s 4′9″ and may look cute but she can lift a 6 foot man with a single hand and will beat your ass

[tanadidreamer]

Masterpost for SWTOR OCS

Alrighty, I entirely blame @greencrusader13 and @outcastcommander for this, but I wanted to give this masterpost thing a try and have a bit of fun. Let’s roll! Everything is in the undercut!

Jedi Knight Tscira Quinn - Former/Current Padawan of Battlemaster Zeron Paran (OC of @outcastcommander​) and Tython’s resident gremlin wildchild. Functional bi, not in a relationship yet. Don’t let her gentle nature fool you, she will ruin your day. Master strategist despite her young age, and a sassy brat.

Captain Silas ‘Boomer’ Balkar - The resident inventor and third-in-command asshole of Havoc Squad. Snarky, playful and loves bending the rules. The long lost twin brother of Theron Shan and the adopted of Jonas Balkar, and always seems to “Know a guy” when the squad needs something. Diaster bi who is happily married to Elara Dorne and the ex of Zora, and the proud daddy of Eyaytir Balkar and Moira Blakar.

Lieutentant Vodiaistia Corr - The resident CMO of Havoc Squad. Sassy, utterly Done, and loves poking her squadmates with sticks. The adopted daughter of Harron Tavus. Diaster bi who is in a poly relationship with Jorgan and Zeer’ana (oc of @outcastcommander​), and had a daughter with Fuse named Kaida.

Lord Corin/Darth Occulus/Ja’zan Corrin - Mandalorian raised more or less, kind and snarky. He can and will killl to keep his seat of the Dark Council. The youngest (illegitimate) son of Darth Vowrawn, and he inherited the very scheming mind. Half-Echani. Distuinguised gay, married to Lord Cytharat.

Jedi Master Debroica “Deb” Corr/Lord Medrax - Eldest sister of Vodiastia. Secretly a Sith. Ruthless, conving and will do what is best for the Empire. Truly a victim of circumstances, the Jedi were too late. Distinguished lesbian, not in a relationship at the moment.

Darajetii “Dara” Cadera - Older adopted sister of Torian. Snarky, bitter and loves to just randomly scoop her loves ones up. Buff lady and takes no shit from anybody. Diaster bi who is married to Lana Beniko and Ta’lan (OC of @outcastcommander​)

Mitth’ess’aja “Thessa” - Playful wildchild who loves to curl up in blankets and cuddle Blizz, as well as tease her crewmates. She has a more ruthless and seriou side to her so best not to piss her off, Mandalorians  never  forget. Functional pansexual, in a poly relationship with Torian and Leona (OC of @outcastcommander​).

Cipher Tihirteen/Fool/Jak’feanee - The stoic SIS sniper and a former Cipher agent. Former pawn of Cipher Nine ( @outcastcommander​‘s oc Jekai). She’s the “Little People” that Jonas keeps reminding Theron about, one could say Theron’s best friend. Distuinshed pansexual, in a relationship with Vector Hylus.

Lady Mirsh/Darth Nox/Saphira Rav - Playful, kind, a bit insane, and loves baking cookies. Do not underestimate her kind nature, she will destroy you, Ja’zan taught her well in the art of manipulation and ambition, do not touch her apprentices or you will regret it immediately. Diaster pansexual, happily married to the Emperor’s Wrath, Copaani Mirsh ( @outcastcommander​‘s OC)

Captain Izunssok “Izzy” Corvin - A playful flirt who loves a good race. Has no issues fighting dirty and just kinda follows Risha’s lead. Shy pansexual, currently flirting with/dating Captain Akaana Mirsh (OC of @outcastcommander​)

Lord Magne/Lord Morsus/Morsus Magne - Stoic and bitter, but absolutely enjoys showering his wife and children with love. Former  half-Cathar slave turned walking juggernaut of a Sith. He had been one of Malgus’s top people. Babysitter/protector of all Jedi Padawans, hurt them and he will end you. Diaster pansexual, happily married to Poena Magne and the father of Cytharat (as well as a few others)

Lady Magne/Poena Pagne - Sith socialite, kind when she wants to be, and is often found in her labatory. The only daughter of Lord Shaar and a former apprentice of Darth Vowrawn like her mother. Playful flirt and Sith alchemy genius. Distuinguished bi, happily married to Morsus and the mother of Cytharat (as well as a few others)

Lord Sajavin/Sajavin Rav- The bitter second of Darth Marr. He will enforce Marr’s rules without question, former slave gladiator. Possibly bi, the father of Saphira Rav and Saja (OC of @outcastcommander​)

[monster-bait]

Soooo 👀 you got anymore HCs up your sleeve on Rukh? He has been living rent free in my brain for a while now (like a lot of your OCs!)😅🤩😍

Here are some HCs for Rukh, our favorite gruff bartender in the GW universe. (I've already started writing a small one-shot of Rukh's job interview with Tate, because once I started writing these, I couldn't get the idea out of my head! That will be posting to Patreon shortly!)

If you're interested in learning more about any of my existing characters, all ko-fi contributions earn a headcanon! (Higher amounts will be more detailed!)

Previous Rukh headcanons, including the extremely memorable moment of IvyMemnoch finding a Celtic flute version of Despacito (my fav Tumblr moment of the year, by far! 😂) can be found here

RUKH

Had never heard of the tiny resort town where the Pixie is located before responding to the job listing, despite the fact that he lives in neighboring Starling Heights. He’d been working in one of those quick-service garages before then—an embarrassing waste of his skills, but he figured with his prison record, he was lucky to find a job at all. He’d not been planning on leaving his position, was only looking for a part-time gig, but the job post for the Pixie was too intriguing to scroll past—it was written in Orcish, practically unheard in a mixed-species society, catching his eye immediately. Unlike the other half-a-dozen bartender help wanted ads he’d looked at, the Pixie’s post said nothing about requiring an “upbeat personality” or his “smile being part of the dress code,” all descriptors that made him cringe. Punctuality, accountability, and an authoritative presence were the expectations, experience a plus but not required...it was straightforward and direct., it was clearly directed at orcs...he fit the bill, he thought. He considered himself to have a finely-tuned bullshit meter, and the Pixie’s ad didn’t set it off at all

He has since admitted to himself that he has fallen for Tate’s particular brand of bullshit repeatedly over the years

Rukh is a very tightly closed book. He’s definitely the strong silent type and is not at all comfortable talking about himself. (Despite that, he spilled his guts and told Tate his whole life story during his job interview—falling for the bullshit instance #1)

He discovered a love of reading during his incarceration, one he didn’t possess in his younger days. When he moved to Starling Heights, he was low-key delighted to find his apartment was on the same block as the library. He prefers mysteries and crime novels to anything overly literary, doesn’t have the patience for the endless world-building of high fantasy, and enjoys a wide spectrum of non-fiction. It’s become a game of sorts, engaging Ainsley in conversation and being able to not only keep up, but add his own insights and facts.

Another mental game he likes to play is trying to pinpoint Tate’s actual age. He’d never come right out and ask but sometimes Tate will chime into conversations knowing things he just...shouldn’t, or else will make references to things that Rukh can barely remember from his *own* childhood, things he remembers his parents reminiscing over. He’s added some Celtic history books to his rotation and surreptitiously jots down notes on the random head-scratchers Tate will casually drop and follows rabbit holes looking into said notes...as a result, he’s even more spooked by Tate than he was before he started snooping 😂

When Rukh first started at the Pixie, he thought they would fail. He was positive about it. Too small, in the middle of nowhere, an owner who very quickly made enemies with most of the people in town...he was shocked when the old girl's business plan actually fell into place. Shocked and thrilled, of course. He loves having a routine, loves having a reason to get up and feel energized every day, likes the clientele and takes his job of overseeing the “sightseers” during tourist season seriously. Since the bar turns a respectable profit, they're constantly receiving promotional odds and ends, which is how Rukh wound up with a Bourbon of the Month club subscription for a free year. (Tate hissed like a cat and shooed the offending pamphlet away as though it might bite.) He continued the subscription once the free year ended, and looks forward to his monthly ritual—he waits until his night off, puts on some moody jazz, cracks open the month’s bottle, and enjoys it with a cigar. Thessa referred to it as a self-care routine once, after asking him about his plans for the night, and he nearly turned inside out in mortification.

He doesn’t talk about his time in prison, nor the crime he committed to wind up there. Tate is the only one who knows, and Rukh is happy to keep it that way. It’s not that he regrets the act itself all that much—he has no remorse for his brother, but rather the way it fractured their family, upended his life, and had branded him as someone to be wary of since his release.

That being said...things he did pick up during his incarceration—the ability to keep his head down and just get by, the knowledge that sometimes you simply need to kick someone’s ass, and the value of tidiness—are assets at the Pixie.

Loves nothing more than his solitary days at the Pixie during the off-season. The night-time regulars, while they consistently fill the cash till, are still a handful. He loves the quiet of the daytime, the handful of day drinkers, the time to hear himself think without needing to watch over every aspect of the business. Speaking of which—he knows how to do everything in the Pixie. The ordering, the inventory, the budgets, the schedules, the upkeep...he's not entirely sure why, as Tate very much micro-manages every bit of the day-to-day management, but it was something the boy insisted on and Rukh wasn't about to argue. "Someone needs to be able to take care of her if I'm not here anymore," was the only answer he got, and he decided it was easier not to ask questions. Since Silva has been on the scene, Rukh has been left to his own devices more often and it is *bliss.*

He thought he'd left his days of vice behind him. He drank, he smoked, he dabbled in recreational drugs, he worked on souped-up hot rods and bet on drag racing...prison changed all that and his life afterward left little room for any of it...but Tate and Ainsley are terrible terrible influences. Gamblers and hustlers, he has someone to talk cars with again, to trade intel on illegal street racing with, the chance to get his hands just a littttle bit dirty again, and he loves it

Smokey blues, soulful R&B, moody rock

Sloooow dancing

He is *incredibly* protective of Elshona. He’s the first person who meets her once she arrives in her new home, and he recognizes the fear in her eyes. He’s the only one who understands what it means to be cast out of one’s community, he knows what it means to have to start over again. He doesn’t understand the relationship she has with Tate, doesn’t know all of the details of her expulsion and shunning from her clan, but he’s made a quiet promise to himself that she’ll never be left to flounder completely alone again.

Has a FWB relationship with a half-troll woman in his building. Single mom, splits custody with her ex, so has several nights a week free, and she’ll spend one of them in his bed. It’s casual and neither of them is interested in pursuing more, but it’s occasional companionship and scratches an itch.

He's not immune to the plethora of easy sex the commune attracts. There would be hell to pay if the staff acted on anything beyond mild flirtation at the Pixie, but he'd be a liar if he said he hadn't drifted down to the parties and pool-side bar before to check things out. He's been on the receiving end of more than one edge of the party blowjob to know how addictive that sort of access to easy sex could be; he sees the commune residents and the reckless way they behave and knows how easy it would be to slip into that lust-crazed mindset, and makes a point of only indulging in visiting that side of the resort occasionally

He much prefers to find his partners the old fashioned way: closer to home, in one of the dimly lit little pubs around his neighborhood. He loves the adrenaline rush of a flirtation turning into close talking and lingering hands, that first heat-filled kiss. He doesn't mind the evening ending back at his or her place, he's not picky, and prefers to savor the night (as opposed to the fast, anonymous sex at the commune parties.) Ladies on top or old-fashioned missionary, any position that lets him see their faces: heads dropped back, faces screwed up in ecstasy, that moment when they come...he'll take that over a blow job in the dark any day of the week

A skill that Tate possesses that Rukh greatly admires and strives to emulate: easy banter which leads to confidences shared. They were talking about cars one minute, and in the next Rukh was revealing the details of the day he killed his brother, the shunning of his clan which followed, and his incarceration. He left that initial interview feeling shaken, positive that he'd been the victim of fae magic...but he's come to realize that there is truth in the old adage of hairstylists and barkeeps being the keepers of the whole town's secrets. Tate knows everything about everyone, is able to tease out information as casually as pouring the next drink, and Rukh has begun to employ the same tactics. He was shocked to find that it actually works. As the years have gone on, he's improved his game and knows much about all of the Pixie's regulars, hears the commune gossip and news from town, and is gleeful with the power of being able to pass on information that the Pixie can use to leverage her business.

There is very little that scares him in this world. Possessions are just things and things can be replaced, he's been in fights with bigger, meaner dudes than the Pixie's roughest patrons, and he's not afraid to meet his maker. He's let go of the past and the people in it and tries to live life one day at a time, and that's not a mindset that lends itself to fear much. Tate is a wholly different story. Rukh knew his type in prison: those who viewed other people as pawns, who traded and secrets gossip to advance their own positions; had a minotaur cellmate who was that sort and he got his ass kicked on the regular for it. He knew a lizardman who was as slippery, who contorted himself in and out of trouble, ingratiating himself with the guards and the inmates of the upper echelons to hold himself out of real hot water...but he's never met anyone with the same capacity for mischief and spite as his current employer, has never met anyone so terrifyingly adept at causing trouble while staying out of it. The boy isn't overly concerned about making enemies or worrying about his own hide and wreaks havoc for havoc's sake, and Rukh might be impressed if he didn't actually care about him. Silva is, in Rukh's opinion, Tate's perfect match. A sweet little angel, an absolute beauty, wide-eyed and innocent looking and, Rukh (rightly) suspects, just as shrewd and self-preserving as Tate. He has a feeling the entire town will be set ablaze if/when their relationship consumes itself, and only hopes it happens on his day off.

I hope you enjoyed this little peek into a character who doesn't get as much page time as some of his peers! If you'd like a headcanon of your own, visit my ko-fi! Thanks so much, IvyMemnoch!

[glorious-kt]

This is @naaklasolus ‘s wonderful OC Thessa, my sister had a wonderful time sketching her out.

Echo is currently sick with a common cold ( not covid-19 thankfully ) and is doing her best to get out the last of her requests.

I hope you enjoy it!

[tuppencetrinkets-a]

so i think one of my favorite things about the sister oc’s i’m working on, thessa and erran, is that honestly it is a case of looks can be deceiving?  or don’t judge a book by it’s cover?  like thessa -  she’s incredibly sweet and loving and kind, and she has the face of an angel and she is a good person... but she’s also kind of  a good person by default if that makes any sense?  she was doted on, provided for, everything that she ever wanted her dad made sure she had and no, she isn’t spoiled and she is generous to people in need around her but she also has had so little actual conflict in her life that it’s just EASY for her to be that way.  and while she is a good girl in the broad stroke of things, she also has spent a lifetime sneaking into the lower levels on the space station - she speaks at least one black market trader language because of how much time she spends with -certain- elements of that type (aka those that have taken it on themselves to protect her when she’s down in the depths because of allegiances made with her father, knowing what hell would rain down on the if something happened to her).  she knows how to pick pockets and pick locks, she has at least a very rudimentary knowledge of how to hack, and as the story with other characters develop whether in my multi-character verse of stand alone verses with other character players, it will become evident over time that the girl has something of a minor death wish -- aka, she has total potential to be the worst kind of adrenaline junkie -- the kind that doesn’t know when to stop because she’s never had to deal with genuine danger. her education has been almost entirely private, she has been as sheltered as one can be when living on a space station -- she absolutely believes her father to be a good person even with her sister and other people on the station that try, at times, to tell her what he is really up to... and even now, in her mid twenties, she’s never attended an imperial academy for formal education or given any thought to military service and yet she is still the golden goose in her father’s eyes, perfect and untouchable. 

meanwhile, we have erran, who has spent her entire life working her fingers to the bone for one scrap of attention from their father.  even as a young child, she was constantly studying, training in hand to hand, building her strength physically and intellectually -- she was constant the perfect specimen of self control and regimen, enforcing her own schedules and pushing herself all the time to be the absolute best at anything that she was doing.  she begged and begged to be sent to imperial schools when she was in her pre-teens and has spent pretty much every moment since in training, graduating from the imperial academy, moving on to the imperial naval academy, specializing in naval combat - graduating second, academically, in the class of thousands, with the top flight and combat marks of all of the pilots graduating that year .... and her dad didn’t even show up to her graduation  --  and after that things started to spiral, building on top of each other until this cloud of falling into the trap of becoming just another ‘bad girl’ hung around her and why should she care at that point?  She had killed herself trying to do things the right way and ??? for what ???  when the story for her picks up, she is on academic probation in the imperial officer’s academy, bordering on one simple infringement more before she ends up expelled, if not court martialed... and while it is a MUCH EASIER role for her to fall into and play than working her fingers to the bone for nothing ... it isn’t really her (or at least she thought) and it’s just.  I just love the dichotomy.  And the truth is they would probably both go to the ends of the galaxy to protect each other, at least for the most part, there is so much unspoken strife between them ... strife that Thessa probably doesn’t even recognize sadly.... 

But anyways.... yeah.  I just find it interesting the layers they have built up.  Like, if they were force users, it would probably be Thessa that fell to the Dark Side, while Erran would honestly excel as a Jedi Knight.... but that isn’t how they are perceived / where their paths take them in their natural environments and I just.  Am so excited to finally write them. 

[ao3feed-themandalorian]

by spacegayofficial

When Thessa, a former rebel pilot, meets the Mandalorian, she immediately develops a stupid crush. Upon learning she's a former Rebel pilot after she'd proven herself capable with the Child, he recruits her. Things escalate soon after he helps her patch up an injury she received on their first job together.

Words: 14887, Chapters: 6/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Mandalorian (TV), Star Wars - All Media Types

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: The Mandalorian (The Mandalorian TV), Baby Yoda (The Mandalorian TV)

Relationships: The Mandalorian (The Mandalorian TV)/Original Female Character(s), The Mandalorian (The Mandalorian TV)/Reader

Additional Tags: I understand this is in first person but if you wanna treat it as a reader insert please go ahead!!, Oral Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Light BDSM, there's some spanking and handcuffs yknow, PWP more or less, unresolved trauma?????????????? that might not go anywhere though, Dom/sub, dom mando/sub reader/oc, some fluff incoming a little later, we're all thirsty for a suit of armor and honestly thats ok

[chissmas]

Thessa and Thake get posted together because they're big gays