#oc roan

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Commission done for @lothcatthree

Her Mandalorian Jedi OC Roan

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Last Line Challenge

hiiii I was tagged again by @frostbitebakery @whiskygoldwings @insertmeaningfulusername and @anxiousotters thank you all lovely, talented people <3

this is as good of a time as any to introduce my OC, Roan! he's a jedi shadow that works closely with Quinlan and they're besties. he's about 5 years younger than Quinlan so he gets to be Quinlan's token adopted introvert

here is a wonderful art of him that my beloved @holly-bearie did for me because Holly is wonderful and talented and I forcedasked him to draw Roan for me <3

I wanted to do some order 66 angst, so here's a bit from a WIP in which Roan, Quinlan, and Fox are about to go on an undercover mission right when the order hits. implied established quinfox :)

also fuck it. two snippets. you're all getting angst today, I don't care that you ordered smut

under the cut so this post doesn't get too long:

“You fuckers,” Fox rages once more, his accent becoming slurred and eyes fighting to stay open as the sedative begins to take effect, “Good soldiers follow orders, good soldiers–” His jaw goes slack, the arm in Quinlan’s grasp relaxes and Fox says once more, “Follow orders.” The silence that falls over them is thick over the rush of blood and a heartbeat in Roan’s ears. Quinlan stares down at Fox, slowly releasing his arm. Like this, Fox looks like he could be sleeping. He’s completely still, his curls strewn over his eyes as his face melts into the floor.  Quinlan puts two fingers on Fox’s neck to verify his pulse is still thrumming healthily, then nods to himself when he’s satisfied with it. Before he removes his hand and before Roan speaks, Quinlan tenderly moves the hair out of Fox’s eyes and pushes it back. Roan’s heart clenches.

aannddddd

He flexes his fingers on Quinlan’s shoulder and reaches for him in the void. He fumbles through it with his signature that shakes like his hands, clumsy fingers searching until they finally wrap around something. When he exhales, pink drifts back to purple as the blue edges on a flame.  Roan opens his eyes and Quinlan finally blinks as he comes back to himself. When he does, Roan almost wishes he left him in the safety of the vacuum.  “Roan,” Quinlan gasps. He looks towards him with tear tracks on his skin that match Roan’s. His hand comes up to grip Roan’s on his shoulder like a lifeline. “She’s gone. They’re gone.” “I know,” Roan says because he doesn’t know what else to say. A thousand voices yank at his peripheral, but he swallows and attempts to push it into the Force. A few screams escape through the fracture.  “He–” Quinlan looks back at Fox’s limp body. “I know.”

OOPSIES dw they'll find roan's super not-very-secret boyfriend, rex and everything will work out... in due time..

no pressure tagging: @holly-bearie @vytels @loverboy-havocboy @halfwaytoknowhere @sithfox

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we so ready for tomorrow.... My Artfight, Bxng

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six sentence sunday

it's a writing day and I am having enrichment time in my enclosure working on this order 66 fic with my OC roan, mr. quinlan vos, and fox (eventually rex and ahsoka, too). here's a snippet :)

He can feel Quinlan’s worried glance on the side of his face. Their bond in the Force cries with grief and Roan pushes an attempt to soothe, calm hues and flowers in the breeze. It’s all he can do now, exposed in the streets where the walls are teeming with dangers and the ground prompts another question with each step forward.  The safehouse turns out to be a dingy apartment tucked away in a dingier building, infrastructure quickly waning and each support beam more dilapidated than the last. Quinlan types a code into the door and it swishes open. Old dust and something acrid flares Roan’s nostrils as he takes stock of the room that’s little more than a square with a singular double wide cot, dirty kitchenette, and a rusted looking door that leads to a refresher.  “Got this place when I started shadow work,” Quinlan explains, mostly to fill the dead space. The door slides shut behind them and Roan quickly locks it with a flick of his fingers. Quinlan begins to set Fox down on the cot and grunts with effort, “It’s saved my ass a few times.”

no tags but if anyone else wants to join me on this lovely sunday and tag me, I'd love to see what you're working on <3

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