#gffa oc

[agathaarts]

...why do we make OCs if not for them to be sexy thirst traps. Ilvashta now, as a brick goddamn house. Ilvashta in her twenties as still a brick house but one trying to show off.

Exceptionally funny in Ilvashta’s case because she’s usually covered neck to toes so glimpsing this much skin is wildly rare. Presumably the AC unit on the ship broke down or something.

She actually had a lot more bodily confidence in her early twenties. Fortunately, this is the Star Wars universe so things like cell phones and pictures and social media and dating websites don’t exist, but if they did she’d have an embarrassing digital history of being young, hence the doodles. As is she’s absolutely mortified enough that some people remember her being young and confident and full of space coke. Sentius gets to tease her about it but he’s about the only one.

Bonus sweaty pals under the cut.

“All these credits and you didn’t get the Air Conditioning on the ship fixed?” “Don’t test me, Vashta.”

Sentius has it way worse by virtue of Chiss being from an iceball planet so presumably he is slowly roasting to death. But also. Looking fucking great while doing so. Worth it.

[agathaarts]

Visual exploration of the best kind of OC: the kind that’s already dead when they enter a story. Wanted to make a creepy Sith Ghost, because why not, so here’s Darth Somnum, a Thisspiasian Sith who lived ages ago, whose creepy mask is considered a treasure but it always seems to make it’s way back to the temple where she died.

Darth Somnum’s master punished her by cutting something off for each failed attempt to kill him, but kept her around more as plaything and experiment. When she was out of arms to remove, he took her tongue, then one eye, then the other. On the seventh attempt, she succeeded in killing him through dream and emotion manipulation- which became her specialty. Eventually, she was killed by an apprentice of her own. She had never been more proud than that moment, given that her past several apprentices never managed to do so, and died in their attempts.

Look I love how fucked up weird we can make Sith stuff and I’ve always been a proponent of leaning into it.

Even in death, she’s a huge bitch who enjoys playing with people, dredging up memories or dragging them into fantasy/nightmare worlds she crafts out of fears and delights. Of course, given sufficient entertainment, she may decide to teach those who seek out her deathbed a few tricks- all the better to keep the galaxy on it’s toes.

Sentius and Ilvashta go to take her mask as a Sith treasure but she has a lot of fun plonking them both into force visions and making them live out traumatic memories and altered realities where they become their greatest fears. You know. Fun stuff. They survive, though, and manage to push through (barely) so she lets them take her mask and her lessons.

[agathaarts]

I’ve been drawing my Star Wars OC a fair amount lately, and her design’s changed a lot but uhhhh here’s Ilvashta! She’s an unusually huge and horribly strong Twi’lek with a lot of issues and a weird history.

Her mother was the favored consort of an Imperial Officer, and when he married her, he also adopted Ilvashta and used his status to get her imperial schooling and a military career that was largely just being shuffled to run a low-risk prison despite her having excellent marks otherwise. After a few years of maddeningly boring fascist work, the Empire fell, she surrendered herself to Rebel/New Republic forces who arrived, and due to having been not really doing anything spent a few years in prison before being released and immediately starting an illustrious career of drinking herself blind and doing low-level enforcer and bounty hunter gigs. She’s kind of a career dirtbag, but an honest one.

At least, until she met @knighttimeart ‘s Sentius, and then got to start an actually worthwhile career as a Lieutenant in his little Not A Criminal Organization, putting her skills and strength to good use for villainy and greed the galaxy over.

She tries very hard to not show emotions and then goes off like a time bomb when she’s pushed to her limits, which is..unfortunately not that hard to do. But it kinda works in her favor. Ilvashta also has a lot of hangups about having frequently been one of the only non-humans in her schooling/training so that hasn’t been great. She’s also a little bit force-sensitive, but more about that in the next post...

Ilvashta also has a lot of Gender Feels, and a complicated relationship with her body. Strength training is one of the few things she really likes about herself and sometimes she does absolutely buckwild shit like lift up landspeeders or tear open steel doors with her hands. I’m sure that’s fine! That’s absolutely fine.

I only figured out how I wanted to draw her stripes like a week ago

[agathaarts]

*to the tune of We Are Family by Sister Sledge*

WE ARE EVIL FRIENDS

FUCK EVERYONE I’M IN IT FOR ME

@knighttimeart ‘s Darth Sentius, the Seventh Brother, and my own SWOC Ilvashta are in a contractual business arrangement. Both survived and lived past the fall of the Empire, and eventually ran into each other (the notion is vague and loose but I think that she was trying to find a bounty target the same location and time he was looking to relieve someone of their Cool Expensive Shit and she defaulted to “assist the scary evil wizard” because it’s a comfortable fallback when you saw Darth Vader when you were younger)

Anyways, after realizing that she had all this training and history and potential but was spending it living in hostels and drinking herself to death he made her an offer. A paycheck, of course. Power. Goals. Respect. People to order around. Someone to order her around (that’s him). Clothes that weren’t ugly grey lumps because she can’t dress herself for shit.

Naturally, she agreed.

Of course, the main problem is that she has a deep-seated fear of “sorcerers” she’s had to struggle with and fight against. Unbeknownst to her or anyone at the time, she’s somewhat force-sensitive, but a lifetime of suppression has turned it into a sort of sickening reaction to the force. Certainly explains why she’s done shit like made perfect shots without looking or through walls, and can occasionally tear through walls.

As is, though, the vibes coming off most force-users are just awful for her. Vibes so bad she breaks into a cold sweat and gets tremors.

I love the little sketches that make a sort of story. Just them talking, then talking more, and then her carrying his ass princess-style across a shootout. In all fairness, even he’s not immune to speeder crashes and concussions.

It’s extremely funny to me that both of these goth-ass villains are like. The brightest colors imaginable. Hot Pink and Cotton Candy, next to Aggressively Bright Blue. This is actually part of a larger picture but the facial expressions are too good to pass up.