Ki Vez | Vi Kaseo

PADAWAN | DANCER | WARRIOR ((Independent Star Wars OC roleplay blog set in the Star Wars universe. Selective. Mun is 25+. Written and loved by Blue.))

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PADAWAN | DANCER | GUARDIAN

Independent Star Wars OC | Selective | Written and loved by Blue

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// SUPER random ask, but does anyone here know how to do cool Jedi-like moves? I’m starting a final project for my Animation semester, and I want to try something a bit more acrobatic. Doesn’t have to be flips, but cool moves with a prop is appreciated.

You would also have to be okay with filming yourself. The video would only be seen by me, my mentor, and some classmates so they can compare it to my animation.

If anyone is interested, feel free to DM me and we can clear up the details!

[felinae-felidae]

Update on this guy–He's done!* 🌌🦑

I really went crazy with the anatomy 🫡 I'll do a full body ref of him later

*I still need to draw the background, but shhhh

[stubborn-amphibian]

" Time rots everything . Even hope . " ( can be Poe or any SW muse of mine of your choice ! )

This was supposed to be a quick stop, but it was becoming rather complicated.

The old nautolan put her hands up and casually strode towards the stranger. She had two stowaways on her ship, both ex-slaves from Nar Shaddaa. Some would say she stole them. She called it liberation.

Vi had been in the game long enough to know that escape was just as dangerous as infiltration. When she had stopped on this planet to refuel, she hoped they would be in and out. However, when she sensed another force user nearby, she paused. It wasn’t uncommon for slave owners to send their force-sensitive dogs to sniff out escaped slaves. Vi had to make sure they hadn’t caught their trail.

She was surprised to find a young man with tumbled black hair approaching as she jumped from the ship’s hull. The force buzzed around him, churning and tumbling with anger, then loneliness, then darkness.

He spoke.

Her eyes narrowed. It was a rather macabre remark, one she hoped did not come with a warning of violence. Her lightsaber pressed against her hip, hidden under her turquoise skirt, which offered some reassurance. She kept her palms turned toward the man. A practiced smile, honed from years of deceit and seduction, slid onto her face.

“That’s what they all say,” she bemused. “You kids can be so negative nowadays.” She took a step forward, and the smile fell into a tight line. His force signature shifted. It felt similar to the scared and beaten children she aided.

“Are you okay, hun? Do you need some help?”

[tragedy-for-sale]

Finished Reading Padawan

These are just some little facts/snippets throughout the book I really liked, really along the lines of temple life.

Spoilers for Padawan below!

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Obi-Wan tugs on his padawan braid when he is anxious

Bolla Ropal (the Jedi that was killed guarding the holocron in TCW) was Obi-Wan's childhood frienemy. The two played pranks on each other.

Obi-Wan paces outside Qui-Gon's chamber doors as he's trying to figure out what to say what he needs to.

Obi-Wan feels most at peace, most calm, when he is practicing lightsaber forms and says he could do it all day and never bore of it.

Jedi specialize in certain fields, such as communication with animals, and if such a conflict arises based in that Jedi's field, they are sent to help

Jedi who are ready to take have a padawan meditate and the force guides them to who they're meant to train, leading to shared interests.

The temple has several dining halls. There is a padawan meal hall and therefore one for the other ranks. They offer such a variety of food Obi-Wan said one could always find something new to try. And I could've made this up but I'm also pretty sure they said the dining hall for padawans was almost always open, so one was always be able to get a meal.

Some Jedi Masters put a table and chairs in their rooms so they can share a meal with their padawan in their personal space

Qui-Gon doesn't even have an extra chair in his room.

Ships can be requested/reserved down in the hangar. A padawan is allowed to do this without approval from their master (Obi-Wan is told by Qui-Gon to do do but is not directly confronted when he does it alone).

Talking and communicating with animals is actually one of the harder skills to learn and master as a Jedi, so many opt not to. Meaning Ezra's ability to communicate with animals as well as he does is not something all Jedi could do, especially for his age

Nautolans, can live outside of water (we do know this) but since they are an aquatic species, there is a constant strain on their gills and results in them being in pain if out of water for too long.

Obi-Wan thinks Kit Fisto is really strong, he notes Fisto does not seem to be affected by this.

Obi-Wan notes some of his padawan friends have dabbled in physical relationships. But he sees it has an obstacle not as a temptation, feeling that, kissing for example, was a betrayal of himself and the Jedi. He wonders if he'd ever get to a point where it does not feel like that.

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Honestly this book was a really cute read and the planet it takes place on was very captivating. I really liked how Kirsten White writes Qui-Gon too and her references that any prequel fan would love catching.

[lylwitchita]

c o r u s c a n t

[stubborn-amphibian]

//GOSH I love nautolan OCs. There’s so many animals that inspire their designs, from fish, to frogs, to octopi (like Vi), to cuttlefish and more! People are so CREATIVE!!!

[stubborn-amphibian]

The octopi that inspired Vi’s design fyi. The Blue-Ringed Octopus and the White Spotted Octopus :)

[stubborn-amphibian]

//GOSH I love nautolan OCs. There’s so many animals that inspire their designs, from fish, to frogs, to octopi (like Vi), to cuttlefish and more! People are so CREATIVE!!!

[stubborn-amphibian]

Headcanon: Nautolans can‘t eat a lot of the sugars and grains that humans can. Their diet largely consists of fish and seafood, bugs, seaweed, and other sea faring plants. Nautolan cuisine is very fishy and stinky, and a lot of species in the galaxy can’t stand how strong it is.

They also have to be careful about which alcohols they drink because some of the stronger spirits can poison their liver. There are alcohols that are brewed and crafted by nautolans and those are safe to drink. Humans find that nautolan alcohol isn’t as strong as their own liquor, and prefer to avoid it if they can.

[healerrs]

Essa offered them a small, reassuring smile as the pair got ready to leave. "I'll be here, please keep me updated. They will be alright."

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She had long lost track of how long she had been working, making sure that the clones were stable and had the best chance of recovery. The Master let the Force flow through her, guiding her actions and helping to heal some of the clone's wounds.

A brief lull in her movement around the medbay had caused Essa to pause as the weight of her patients' exhaustion mingled with her own and settled deep within her bones. Ki's voice caught her attention and she turned to look at the padawan, unaware of the dark circles rapidly growing beneath her eyes.

"Ah. Yes-" She started, intending to say that she could do more, but faltered before the words made their way out of her mouth. "Truthfully, I think I have done all I can manage for now. I would like to do more but I would need to rest or meditate before I can do that."

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Ki’s eyes trailed from Essa to the soldiers laying on the beds. She nodded. She could feel how heavy the force felt around Essa, gelatinous and slow, as if she were peering through jello.

When she turned her attention to the injured clones, she felt the low throb of pain. Ki was amazed with Essa’s work, which fortified a quiet respect for the Master. She had saved the clones’ lives, and Ki decided she needed to learn, too.

“Could you show me how to do it? Just to ease their pain a bit.”

[stubborn-amphibian]

Guys I'm getting emotional because what do you mean Braig and Ki are fighting a war together when they're teenagers. @kyberled

Now I have some silly best friend scenarios in my head.

Ki challenging Braig to see who can decommission the most droids. Counting her kills, and bumping the number up slightly so it's more impressive. Braig knows she cheated.

Ki running in when Braig needs help, then doing a super cool flip just for the hell of it, then looking over at Braig to see if he saw.

Braig helping Ki to her feet after she was a bit too reckless.

Eating sandwiches with the clones. Captain Ronin calmly eating and ignoring the chaos, but he smiles to himself when Braig makes Ki belly laugh.

Braig braiding Ki's tendrils when they're on a break.

They really are just kids.

[therapardalis]

Yeah, she'd noticed. It didn't take a lot for the Emperor's endless range of sycophants and nepo-babies to get worked up, usually when they were expected to be competent or someone was making their numbers worse than they wanted seen.

Thera stayed a pace behind Vi as they went, rain hoods covering both their heads and her eyes roaming over their surroundings for any movement that shouldn't be. "Nope," An attempt at a smile, glancing back down the alley from the higher vantage of the stairs, "I've never been 'behind the scenes'." The bar and dance floor of the club, yes, but not anywhere more personal.

The door creaked, jammed, and despite the serious situation she couldn't stop a laugh. "Don't worry, I've squeezed through tighter doors than this." Usually at the last second as they closed, and while she was being pursued - but that was a story for another day.

Her survey of the apartment was automatic, the way she looked at any room when she entered for the first time. "Caf would hit the spot, thanks." Whether it was an equally automatic offer from Vi or an excuse to keep her hands busy wasn't totally clear, but either way Thera would go along. "And then you can clue me in on who you think took Sheena, and why."

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“You got it,” Vi said. “Make yourself at home.”

Vi shook her cloak off and threw it over the arm of the fraying couch that sat in the middle of the room. She flicked a switch, and three coloured lamps responded, adding an orange, purple, and blue hue to each corner of the room. The nautolan disappeared into a tiny kitchen which sat right across from the entrance. She pushed a hanging star-catcher out of her way, which was strung with clear beads that caught the light and reflected dancing dots of colour. The sound of running water and the beep of a machine was heard.

She popped out of the kitchen and crossed her arms, her silver hand appearing purple in the reflected light. There weren’t many options for seating in her small apartment, except for the couch and one of the two chairs at the table, so she leaned against the doorway to the kitchen. She sighed.

“Sheena’s had a stalker the last few months. A patron who took a liking to her,” Vi’s gaze darkened. “He came to the club more and more often, which wasn’t alarming at first. We get regulars all the time.”

The machine beeped again and Vi stepped behind the wall. “But then he showed up at her apartment,” she called. “When she was shopping, she spotted him. She started to see him everywhere,” Vi growled. She reappeared with a mug, her eyes downcast in fury at the caf. “We tried to deal with him, but he wouldn’t take the hint.” With Thera’s drink successfully delivered, Vi returned to the kitchen and opened the fridge. She returned with an opened bottle of wine and a glass.

“I bet this fucker is behind her disappearance.”

[nulluse]

If anything, he relaxes further back into the chair as she approaches. The tilt of his helmet shows him looking her up and down, before laughs once more. Wisely, speaking to her experience, she's stopped just outside of grabbing range; otherwise, he almost certainly would be grabbing.

"Is that so?" One arm he drapes over the back of his seat. The other, he taps at his waist, making a large bag of presumably credit jingle lightly. "I can be plenty nice once you get to know me, sweetheart."

His accent is dragged out, lengthening each of his words. It's a drawl, a twang to it that speaks of life lived in some rural area, most likely of a mid-rim farming world. It's not an accent given to kind and gentlemanly talk, if she's one to stereotype.

"I'm not normally one for those fancy mixed drinks, but if they got one that's as fine and colourful as you are, I could be talked into it."

[stubborn-amphibian]

Her smirk never faltered as she put a hand on her hip and listened to his drawl. The shake of credits certainly piqued her interest. Perhaps she would humour him. Not only did it distract him from bothering the other dancers, but sometimes she enjoyed the game of ‘beast tamer.’

Mick passed with a tray of sloshing cocktails, and Vi stopped him with a swish of her hand. She plucked one of the glasses off the platter, winked at the server, and sent him away. Funnily enough, the drink was the colour of her skin.

Her fishnet stockings stretched around her thigh as she lifted her heel onto the stool, placing the drink just out of the man’s reach. Then, she pushed herself up and stepped onto the table. With her delicate pump, she pushed the drink towards the patron, then tilted the helmet’s chin up with her toe. She didn’t care where he looked as she stood over him. She was there to be admired, after all.

“Why don’t you taste that one and let me know what you think.” She gracefully pulled her foot away before he could grab it. “Then we can work on your please and thank-you’s.”

[stubborn-amphibian]

3, 6, 8 :)

SINDAY ASKS | ANSWERED

Where does your muse’s libido fall on the scale? 10 being hyper-sexual, 1 being the opposite.

Oooh it’s up there. I’d say it’s probably at an 8 or a 9… so 8.5 I guess!

Are they dominant or submissive?

She’s definitely dominant, especially with male partners. She likes it when her partner looks at her, so she enjoys going for a ride on top.

Are they polite or do they have a dirty mouth? 

Depends who she's with. She's used to vulgar words being thrown around in the club, especially with the other dancers. She's not going to start spewing naughty words out on the street, though, or with a friend who may find that kind of stuff uncomfortable.

[stubborn-amphibian]

Found this adorable drawing I did years ago of Ki’s parents. 🥹

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What kind of things are they into? >:3

SINDAY MEME | ANSWERED

She loves being a Dominatrix in the bedroom. You’re welcome Ilir >:)

A lot of these kinks stem from the loss of control she’s experienced, from having the world turned upside down to the objectification she faces as a dancer. Being a dominatrix helps her claim some of that control back and take out her frustration.

Here’s a list of things she’s into with a consenting partner:

Biting

Knife play

Blood Play

BDSM

Rough restraint/bondage

Impact Play

Breath play/edge play

There's probably a few more that I can't even think of. She's really into the consenting violent kinks. She probably needs therapy.

[stubborn-amphibian]

5, 10, 14?

SINDAY ASK MEME | ANSWERED

Is your muse a top, bottom, or a switch? Why? 

It depends on her partner! Though she does love being dominant and playing with her partner, she will bottom if her partner makes her feel safe and is soft with her. Because she works in the sex industry and deals with objectification daily, she does not like giving up control during rough sex, and prefers to be the one giving the pain rather than receiving it. It gives her a sense of control that she doesn’t always have as a stripper.

What kind of things are they into? 

She is really into BDSM with a consenting partner. I will give a more in-depth answer in another ask!

What she actually craves, though, is a soft, romantic evening where she can just let her partner love her. Soft touches and kisses, gentle words, and a bubble bath with cuddles and giggles.

Give us a random Sinday headcanon or fact about your muse!

When she works as an escort/spy during the rebellion, she develops a soft spot for some of her clientele. Those that are lonely especially tug on her heartstrings. It can be difficult to come to terms with the fact that some people genuinely believe in the cause of the Empire, thinking that it’s a force of good. That said, her allegiance to the rebellion always comes first. Doesn't mean she can't offer some company to her clients in the meantime, though.