#shiny oc

[mixingartist]

I actually never drew this oc of mine until now! Had lots of fun w it yesterday ><

[clone-medic-patch]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Fic Summary:

Two times Patch hesitated to take off his armor and one time he didn't. A fic on healing and vulnerability for OC-tober, based on the prompt "Warm Sweaters and a Hot Drink."

Cold Hands, Warm Heart:

“Come on, Patch! We’re celebrating! Are you sure you wanna go out dressed in the same thing as always?” Fixer pleaded with his brother. 

The 104th was on a rare shore leave that matched up with Patch’s down-time; rehab training took up a good chunk of his time, so it was rare that he’d get a full day to spend with his visiting vode. 

Patch huffed, shaking his head. “I already let you put that weird civvie product in my hair.” Plus, he’d heard enough horror stories from the Guard that his chest tightened warningly when he thought about being that vulnerable around anyone other than his brothers. 

It was better than it was off-planet; most things were, if Patch was being honest, but he never felt truly safe or settled without his armor. Not after the Malevolence, where that option had been taken from him, along with nearly every one of his brothers. So he shook his head, hoping Fixer wouldn’t push it.

Giving him a look that belayed understanding of his real reasons, Fixer nodded, fixing Patch with a sympathetic smile. “Alright, vod. But if you ever change your mind, I know for a fact that this shade of blue looks great on most vode.”

Patch chuckled, getting up from his bunk with a small groan. “I’ll keep that in mind. Let’s hit the road! Can’t keep the Commander waiting!”

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“Udessir vod’ika! It’s okay– we’re in the barracks… you’re safe.” Patch soothed, speaking calmly to the shiny in the bunk above his. 

Fil, a new addition to the 501st, had joined maybe a month before Umbara and had a pretty rough start even before that, according to Kix and Coric. Patch gritted his teeth in anger; most vode were pretty supportive of differences, but they’d all been raised in the harsh mindsets of Kamino where even small differences could get you, or your squad, noticed in the worst ways, and some troopers never shook that mentality. 

Luckily, Fil had been transferred to the bomb squad before anything too bad could happen, but after Umbara and his run-in with Krell’s lightsaber, the kid’s quiet dreams had taken a turn for the worse. 

“I-I don’t– I saw–” The shiny’s voice shook in a choked-off sob, and Patch’s heart broke for the kid. 

“Shhh… it’s okay, kid. You wanna bunk with me tonight? The barracks are a little chillier than I’m used to.” He offered, lips quirking into a small smile when the vod’ika nodded shakily before scrambling down from his bunk and next to Patch, a little clumsy without the prosthetic on his arm. 

“S-sorry for waking you, Patch, sir.” Fil stuttered as he shuffled his feet, but he was easily settled by a comforting squeeze.

Even that was a good development, and it made Patch’s heart swell as he wrapped his arms around the shiny, happy to see him reaching out. “Just Patch, vod’ika. And I don’t mind.”

Fil shifted around for a little bit, struggling to get comfortable, and Patch realized in a moment of self-recrimination that he hadn’t taken his armor off. “Oh, kriff– Sorry kid, I’ll take these off in just a second.” He said, starting to unclasp his arm-guards and chestplate, ignoring a twinge of anxiety in his chest. 

“Sorry– ” Fil apologized again before cutting himself off. It was something they’d been working on, and even Patch himself was guilty of apologizing more than he needed to. But, to be a good example to the shiny, he pushed down an apology of his own and gave Fil a half-smile even when his shoulders tensed up and his own hands, cold with sweat, shook slightly as he slid back under the blankets without the top half of his armor. 

Running himself through a few breathing exercises, which Fil followed before drifting off again in record time, Patch took a while to settle back in his own skin. He ran a gentle hand through the vod’ika’s short curls until the pull of sleep finally took him once again. 

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T aking a deep breath of the crisp Alderaan air, Patch reveled in the rare quiet morning. He was always more of an early-bird, compared to most of the Wolf-pack, something he’d forgotten during his… hiatus on Coruscant, but he’d shared more than one cup of tea with their general in the early morning light. It was a tradition he was happy to repeat now that he was back with his brothers for good. 

As far as shore-leave locations went, they’d definitely hit the jackpot. Just enough snow for the more adventurous troopers to go hiking or cause some mischief, and the barracks they’d been given were practically a hotel, in Patch’s opinion. The heavy comforter he’d used last night was probably the most extravagant thing he’d ever touched, and he’d fallen asleep within seconds of his head hitting his pillow. 

Looking back at his gear-kit, Patch’s eyes caught on the gift from Blu he’d received last night. The younger medic, although no longer a shiny, still loved working night shift, enjoying the quiet atmosphere and the opportunity to catch-up on flimsiwork, or engage in his hobbies when it wasn’t too busy. Patch still remembered teaching him how to knit, although the vod’ika had far surpassed him by now, as shown by the cable-knit sweater he’d gifted Patch.

“You don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to…” Blu had hedged as he handed him the gift. “... I know you’re not much for civvies. But we’ve missed you, and it’s good to have you back, and I heard that Alderaan’s supposed to be cold…” 

A soft smile bloomed on Patch’s face; he was really proud of the competent medic Blu had become in his absence, and it was nice to know he’d been missed. Giving the sweater another considerate look, he noticed a pair of nondescript civvie pants underneath it and huffed in amusement. Apparently Fixer couldn’t leave well-enough alone, and had thought to donate them to Patch’s cause. 

So with a beleaguered sigh, Patch traded in his armored-blacks for soft yarn, not far off from 501st blue, with a bold medic symbol on the front. The weight of the homemade sweater almost reminded him of his weighted blanket, and as he settled in with his cup of tea, Patch breathed a sigh of contentment. 

Deployed or not, it was good to be home.

[graylinesspam]

Hello, please tell me about your Shiny OCs. I want to hear about the baby troopers. I want the fanart. The bullet point character sheets. Please and thank you.

[vainillaflower669]

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'A static noise is heard next to a voice in the background, apparently the voice was trying to speak'

" He-*tsss* -llo? *bzzz* Ca- *tsss* -an *bzzz* *tsss* any- *bzzz* -one *tsss* *bzzz* *tssss* hear *bzzzz* me? "

Little by little the voice begins to fade and the static sounds more

" Plea- *tssss* -se *bzzzz* *tssss* *bzzzzz* someone "

"I *bzzzzz* do *tsssssss* no- *tssss* -t *bzzzzz* wa- *tsssssss* -to *bzzzzzzzz* be *tsssss* *bzzzz* alo- *tssssssssssss* -ne "

'You can no longer hear the voice and static is the only thing you hear'

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'After a few seconds, you hear something shutting down

The sound of the static is gone'

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Coming soon

[vainillaflower669]

Merry Christmas to everyone!

Stickmin and Shiny wishes you a Merry Christmas!

Also, I drew Shiny's full body next to her hat, so you already have the reference of her with her hat!

Maybe one day I can give her the colors but I'm terrible in that part

But I'll still try

Anyway, I hope you have a happy Christmas with your family members, and if you lost someone this year, I hope you soon recover with your loss, it must be really difficult to lose someone

Especially if he was someone very close, I hope he can overcome it and that next year will be better!

I hope

Merry Christmas!!!

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[ct-2255]

Does your oc have dreams or nightmares? What are they like? Is there a recurring one? How polite is your oc? Do they do everything with the utmost courtesy, or do they completely refuse to say please and thank you? If you had to choose a single object to act as a symbol for your oc, what would it be? Why? Is your oc afraid of touch or do they actively seek it out? Is there a reason for this? What are the exceptions?

// ‘55 does have nightmares sometimes, but he’s usually pretty quiet, so he doesn’t usually wake anybody up because of them. They’re not “scary” in the typical sense, but he’ll have nightmares about being abandoned by his batchmates or being called a failure by them, which can be pretty heartbreaking all on their own. He does have a few nightmares about a trainer he had back on Kamino, but those haven’t been quite as frequent since he was shipped out. He also has dreams about when the war is over and they don’t have to fight anymore, which hurts because waking up is the sad part.

// ‘55 is very polite, almost overly so. There are some times though when he doesn’t quite get all the social rules, so he might say something that appears a little blunt, but he’s honestly not trying to be rude. Social stuff is just a little hard for him sometimes. He says please, thank you and sorry as much as is polite (and sometimes a little too much, lol).

// I’d probably pick a mouse to act as a symbol for my oc (not because I’m going to name him after one or put it on his armor), but because he’s naturally quieter than most, and I’m planning on having him be in training for the 501st bomb-squad, so being as quiet and as careful as a mouse comes in handy for him. He’s also still growing, so he’s a smaller vod’ika, and can fit into some spaces that others can’t, which is good for repair jobs or bombs in hard-to-get-to spaces. He’s also got pretty good survival instincts, although his are more flight than fight. 

// When it comes to touch, ‘55 is touch-cautious, meaning that he likes touch when he knows it’s coming, but he’s had enough bad experiences with it that he’s a little wary when it’s someone new or he doesn’t see it coming. His birthmark and disposition make him a bit of an outcast with his agemates, although his batch still tries to include him in things most of the time, meaning that while he’s not exactly touch-starved, he could definitely do with a few more hugs than he’s currently getting.