I made this for @ollovae3 she really made me happy with her and I hope she likes this thing I made ;w;
I drew them in my au Thorn is a Lunar thorn moth, and Avi is a Rosey Maple moth, they look very cozy, and I love the idea of Avi having very fluffy legs.
But yeah I had fun drawing them, ollovae has such nice art and very awesome OCs and I wanted to express my love through my funny au and art. If not please let me know I will gladly take this down if you don’t like people drawing your OCs without your permission.
Art description by @ollovae3:
"After the Sarlacc, Boba in legends had to contend with scars, sickness, and a lost left leg. Friends and I have also been staring at how likely it'd be for him to deal with chronic pain dye to all of it, phantom pain with the leg, scars that refuse to soften, etc? So I just thought it'd be a sweet moment for Boba to be a lil more vulnerable after his return, letting Bee helping him reach spots he can't?"
A/N: This post - which I HIGHLY recommend everyone to see was drawn and shared by @ollovae3. She draws amazing, fun, accurate, and touching art of all kinds of characters but mostly focusing on the Star Wars universe. Boba has always been a comfort character of mine and Ollo’s OC, Bee (short for Bui'cyare), has been such a fun character to follow and see the relationship that Ollo has created between Bee and Boba. So, after seeing this post with Bee helping post sarlacc Boba with the aftermath of his trauma, I had to reach out to her and see if she would let me expand on this sweet moment in writing. Thankfully she was super kind and amazing to talk to and gave me permission to create this one shot. @ollovae3 I hope I did Bee and her relationship with Boba justice and I hope you enjoy! I haven’t written non-reader insert fic in years so this was a fun little thing for me to do!
Boba Fett x Bee (this OC belongs to @ollovae3!!!)
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Boba enters his quarters just as the sun begins to set on the Dune Sea, where the unrelenting heat of the day finally gives way to the frigid cold of night. As the Mandalorian enters the shared space, Boba’s eyes fall to the figure hunched over the workshop table in the back of the large room. When the door closes immediately behind him, several lamps can be seen lit throughout the room, casting a soft glow against her skin as she focuses on the chestplate sitting in front of her.
Boba smiles as he takes a few labored steps further into the room, “Repainting your armor again?” he calls as he pulls the heavy helmet from his head.
A small chuckle escapes the woman’s lips as she turns to look over her shoulder, “I’m just touching it up, is all,” she states, “Believe it or not I don’t actually do a full repaint all that often.”
The man let’s out a small hum in response, opting instead to turn his attention towards his own armor...and the task of taking it all off. As he removes each piece, he works slowly, slightly more than usual, setting it neatly against the wall near their bed. With every movement, his joints creak and throb, feeling an ache in his left leg-- or, at least he thinks he does, where the comfort of his robe beneath the armor, rubs uncomfortably against his scars.
Today is a bad day. And Bee notices immediately.
She turns away from her work, watching with narrowed eyes as her partner struggles with himself. She can see he is trying to hide his pain and discomfort from her, but as he shifts unsteadily to favor his right leg, she automatically knows.
“Is it the phantom pain again?” she asks, voice soft as she approaches him, bare feet padding gently against the sandstone.
Boba stills, gripping the last piece of armor in his hand as he avoids her gaze. “I’m fine, cyar’ika, no need to worry about me.”
She purses her lips. While they have broken through most of eachother’s walls in their relationship, Boba was still as stubborn as an old bantha when it came to Bee worrying about him. Looking at him for a moment longer, acutely aware of the waves of discomfort rolling off of him, she sighs.
“We’re partners, Boba,” she reminds him, “Both on and off the job. It’s kind of my responsibility to worry about you. Just like you worry about me. Even if you won’t admit it.” her voice is teasing with her last words, and Boba can’t stop the smile that tugs at the corners of his lips.
He gives her a small nod, grunting as he turns to sit on the bed. “I thought the medicine was helping,” he finally admits, one hand falling to where his prosthetic ends, rubbing it absentmindedly. “And my karking knee is acting up again, and my scars…” he looks away from the woman again, eyes falling to the floor instead. “It’s been a long day, is all.”
Bee’s heart aches as she looks at the man she loves. This journey of losing him to the sarlacc, getting him back, and dealing with the aftermath hasn’t been easy on either of them. But, seeing Boba struggle is one of the worst things for her, especially when he tries to keep it to himself.
She moves to sit beside him on the bed, one hand running gently over his back as she rests her chin on his shoulder. “Well,” she begins slowly, “I found this new form of bacta cream in town the other day when you sent me out to search for parts for the Slave I. Why don’t we try it? You know that hot compresses help with joint pain.”
Boba turns to look at her, their noses brushing as he does so, and he feels his chest swell with adoration at the emotion swimming in her eyes. Without thinking, he reaches up and cups the back of her head, fingers threading through the long locks as he presses his lips to hers. She responds immediately, smiling into the action before pulling away and standing from the bed.
“I take that as a yes?”
Boba lets out a playful scoff, “Yes,” he breathes, “We’ll try this special lotion of yours.”
Bee smiles down at him, before turning to go fetch the canister from the fresher. However, just before she enters the room, she turns back to the man sitting on the bed. “Take your robes off, and your prosthetic too,” she instructs gently. “I’ll be right back.”
Boba nods and does as instructed before waiting for her return.
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It doesn't take long before Bee emerges from the fresher, carrying a small metal container and a steaming washcloth. With his prosthetic set off to the side, and propped up next to him, Boba sits on the edge of the bed, wearing only his briefs. Neither of them say much in the next few moments. Instead, she places the container onto the bed beside him, before gently placing the warm cloth over his right knee, just to make sure that it hadn't been too hot. Once he confirms that the temperature was okay, Bee crawls onto the bed behind him, taking the container in her hands before unscrewing the lid. She dips her fingers inside and scoops out a generous amount of the cream, before rubbing her hands together.
Bee leans over his right shoulder and looks at him, “What’s bothering you the most?”
Boba quietly reaches up and gestures vaguely to his back, shoulders and chest. In their silent understanding, she lathers the cream over his shoulders and down his back, deciding to start there and getting to the rest later. Her gentle ministrations feel soothing, as she massages the ointment into the scarred skin.
Boba seems to relax into her touch immediately, his shoulders sagging tiredly, with his posture less rigid, as if the salve had pulled the pain right out of him. Letting out a relieved sigh at the feeling of her hands roaming over him, the salve feels cool and smooth, as she rubs the rest in. It is the most relief he’s felt all day, as if it had almost completely doused the dull fire beneath his skin, to which he smiles at the feeling.
Once she’s sure the ointment has been absorbed, she reaches down for a bit more, scooting closer to Boba, as she moves to work the salve further into his chest. But just as her hands begin to make contact, a familiar rough hand covers her own, looking up from her work only to be met with the deep pools of brown she had grown so fond of. She tries to ask him if anything is wrong, but is cut off by the gentle squeeze he's given to her hand, all while pressing a soft kiss to her cheek.
“Thank you, cyare,” Boba’s voice is a rumbled whisper as he speaks, but Bee hears him and sends him a small smile.
“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, Boba,” Bee whispers back, giving him a kiss of her own, before turning to look down as she continues her treatment.
Boba smiles for what feels like the dozenth time, his earlier pain and frustration forgotten, as he relaxes back into her, all while whispering,
Hallo!! I love your work, and how sweetly your draw the clones?? If you're willing, I'd love to request a lil feel-good doodle with your take on Alpha-17? I've got refs for what I usually look like on my art account OlloVae3, and I'm totally okay if you're not available/not wanting to!! You're a very sweet creator, and I def understand if you're busy!! Have a lovely day and thank you for even opening up to these!! 💕💖
@ollovaemisc Thank you for your kind words!Gosh this brightened my day and I’m more than happy to do a pick-me-up doodle for you! I’m also a huge fan of your art and how you draw the clones and all the world building you do!
I know we have refs of our man Alpha-17, but for some reason he seems like he’d have a faux-hawk to me, idk :D He’s also a large mac like Wrecker and his hugs would just be those kinds that completely envelope you and are just warm and cozy. I hope I did your likeness ok and that this helps brighten your day!
Clone hugs scale for Alpha-17: 11/10
If anyone sees this and needs a cheering-up or anything, my inbox is open for hugs from clones!
This is my entry for @ollovae3 #MandosonaChallenge ! The prompt: “Make yourself a Mandosona (or an OC if you’d like to not show your face) based off your own culture and/or heritage!! Draw their design, draw them in a scene, write a story/blurb for them, or even just some headcanons about a clan based off your culture!!
So I based my Mandosona off Aztec Jaguar warriors! The Jaguar warriors were incredibly fierce, wearing the body of a Jaguar while in battle. They believed that doing so would be given the animal’s strength during battle. In this particular clan, the Mandos would paint the head of a creature on their helmet, and usually styled their clothes to emulate the creature as well.
Also taking inspiration from the Aztecs was the thick beaded necklace, the color symbolism derived from traditional Mandalorian color schemes: Green meaning “Duty”, Yellow meaning “Remembrance”, and Red for “Honoring a Parent/Leader” My Mando has chosen the Nexu as their creature, with their helmet and clothes designed to emulate the ferocious creature. On their wrists are protective bracelets, with the head of a Nexu engraved on the inside.
I’d like to add a background and a full body rendition sometime, but I was worried I’d take too long and miss out lol
Hi!! I am IN LOVE with your art!! And also all the Ahsoka and Maul stuff lately?? How dare you draw my two favorite star wars characters so stunningly? Just wanted to pop in and say Jedi!Maul is my FAVORITE AU and now your art is getting my mind spinning about an AU where he's Ahsoka's master? Darn you for making me want to write a thing in the middle of moving. 🤣
