#gran oc

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my new jedi OCs!!!

I've veen working a lot on my star was oc lately, and I thought I'd share some of them with you. Serehal, the twi'lek, is one of the main characters, and my hand slipped and I ended up drawing her whole Clan.

(I really like Krawn, he's an albino wookie, and i love how Everett ended up looking. Hope you like them)

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Dragon fic universe

Logan: So, you're telling me I can't leave the city to visit my ancestral home because King Elias and Prince David said so?

Merrick, sighing: no one, can leave, Logan.

Logan: well, His royal majesties can kiss my fuckin ass

Merrick: oh for fucks sake

Gran: Logan!

Kick: snorts

Merrick and Gran: stop encouraging him!

Or alternatively, Gran and Merrick discover how bad of an influence Kick is everytime Logan comes home from training with him

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Dragon fic

This is part of chapter one, and is so far all I have written for this fic, lol. I'm working on it! Slowly but surely damnit

Logan struggled to remember the last time his grandmother hadn't told him a story about dragons, or some heroic, conquering Prince with gorgeous eyes who died over three hundred years ago. Dragons seemed to be her favorite topic however, with the elderly woman often gushing about them as if she herself had known one years ago. If she did not talk about dragons, she would explain to Logan the history of their country as well as their neighboring ones, telling him in varying details about the many close kingdoms and how they met their downfalls either by the hands of one family, or from the arrogant greed and gluttony of dragons.

"The Nagonian Russ Dynasty is one of this country's oldest Dynasties. Its first appearance being recorded by the family close to two thousand years ago!" She chirps animatedly, far more awake than Logan as his grandmother wobbles around their tiny kitchen, making him lunch on a cool Sunday afternoon. "The son of the most recent King and Queen, Prince Keegan, was known to be just as, if not more lethal than his parents were!" She rambles, setting a pot filled with water and fresh eggs on the fire. 

"Gran.." Logan grumbles, tired eyes fixed on her as she moves about the kitchen, his right arm supporting his head, chin pressed tightly to his palm. "For the last time, enough about Keegan-"

"Yes, yes, I know. I know." She interrupts, waving her hand dismissively at him. "I'm just explaining to you our country's history! You'd think you'd have at least a little bit of decency to try and learn it." She grumbles the last part with a huff, yet Logan still hears her crackly little voice over the fire, and responds with a soft and tired sigh.

"Women." He whispers, dodging a wooden figure she chucks at him. 

"Respect!" She barks, her fading eyes filled with annoyance.

"Yes, gran. I'm sorry." He stands, walking over to wrap her in a tight embrace. "The fields have just been overly tiresome today, my apologies." He kisses her cheek, inhaling her wild berry scent. "Did you pick fresh fruit?" He asks hopefully, calloused hands gently pushing her away. 

She stares up at him with a motherly grin. "Of course! Can't have my baby working the fields all day and not pick him some well-earned berries!" She walks over to their small countertop, removing the damp rag from atop a cracked ceramic bowl, displaying all of the different berries she picked. "Raspberries, blackberries, a few strawberries I snagged from the neighbor's garden, let's see-" she digs her hands around for a second, pulling her long grey hair from her face with her other hand. "Ah ha!" She grabs a small stem and turns around, revealing to Logan his favorite fruit. 

"Elderberries!" He moves rapidly, carefully picking up the fruits, an excited glint in his brown eyes. "Have you had any?" 

She nods once, pointing to the empty stem on the counter. "I'm afraid I was only able to grab two small stems." She smiles apologetically. 

Logan gives her another kiss, hugging her once more before stuffing his face greedily. 

"Now, don't be a pig!" She swats his ass with her spoon, turning now to her boiling eggs. 

"Perhaps if the King weren't such a selfish prick, I wouldn't have to be a pig." He retorts, knowing how many people risk their lives and hands to steal from the King's garden, filled with rich and exotic foods the poor are deemed unworthy of consuming. 

"You can enjoy items we don't have access to without being a pig." She explains softly, a small grin on her face. "I am pleased you enjoyed your gift. Ephaltes brought them to me." 

"He did?" Logan asks, recalling the bizarre purple eyed aristocrat who often stole for the poorer families in the realm. 

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Oc memes no context

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Gran: *breaths*

The remaining players: the audacity of this bitch I swear-

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Gran: *calls The Gang™ players*

The gang, none of witch have ever played a video game:

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Gran, Daz and Travis when Habit started the iteration cycle:

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Vague/rage posting abt dumb ocs

I hate Gran So Very Much, way more then I hate my other two sv god ocs, b/c they at least watch shit go down from a distance, don't get involved but not Gran :)))))) he just h a d to interfere. He pretty much entered a pre existing game and tried to change the rules half way through and expects the players to adapt with no warning

He shoves his way into something that had nothing to do with him, tried to change the rules, but after all that he still won't help the players if it isn't convenient for him

He let Ness die a perfectly preventable death because he couldn't be bothered to help

And t h e n he doesn't understand why the remaining players have resentment towards him