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[kitblueburdart]

star wars oc week day 1: Happiness

Talani and Rakari enjoy their peaceful lives in their hometown of Tril on Ryloth.

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[keirangoldenwatch]

Star Wars OC Week - Day For: Free Day

And that's how Theron met his future wife. Love at first sight there, folks! (Not really but I imagine this or something similar could have happened on Yavin 4 :D;;) He needs to work on his understanding of enhanced Sith hearing radiuses.

Tenku'lohi and Theron got along purely on the grounds of "exhausted spies putting up with Sith/Jedi/Force-related bullshit way out of their paygrade".

As for Tenku'lohi and Seran...

Only mom is allowed to tease her baby Sith on her height. Anyone else? [Shock him]

Ashara is too good for Seran's team I swear...

[cinlat]

Star Wars OC Week: Day 6 - Life

I missed yesterday, but since Life and Culture go hand in hand with Fynta, I’m just going to go with it. Art by Dingoat and Caosandwonder

Fynta is Mandalorian, so her life revolves around the Resol’nare. She is mando’ade to her core and unapologetic about it even while serving in the Republic Military and married to a Cathar. Family is everything, bar brawls are a constant, and anyone in her circle has picked up at minimum 5 Mando’a curse words. If she adopts a person, they are hers for life, no exceptions, whether they like it or not. She’s a remorseless killer who will stop at nothing to protect what lines up with her morale code.

[dvrthncx]

Star Wars OC Week 1

OK I don’t have time to finish this tonight BUT it’s perfect for the SW OC Week prompt #1: happiness. So I’m posting a WIP - here’s the golden trio of best friends (Tahrimi, Theron, and Lana) playing video games and eating pizza. 

Look at Rimi, she looks so happy, it’s so rare. And no i do not know if this is a thing or if this is some sort of quasi modern AU but i don’t know, do they have video games in star wars? But does it matter? Because look how much fun these idiots are having and damnit they deserve it.

[thechaoticfanartist]

Star Wars OC Week Day 1: Happiness

I make Grim suffer way too often so have a happy and smiling Grim, because honestly she deserves happiness.

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[thezegendofzelda]

Star Wars OC Week Day 4: Free Day

coherent backgrounds? i don't know her

(tagging @thechaoticfanartist @dindjarinmydad)

[vierabathwater]

SWOCWEEK21: Culture

Writing some Bralova/Vette fluff.  Bralova uses she/they.  “Kaa’lia” is allegedly Twi’leki for “love”.

“Ni.”  The dark haired Mandalorian enunciated the word slowly.

“Ni.”  The short, blue Twi’lek repeated the word correctly.

“Kar’tayl.”

“Kar’tayl.”  Today was Mando’a day, a day for Vette to continue learning her lover’s native tongue.

“Gar.”  Bralova barely resisted hiding their smile.

“Gar.”  Vette made it sound like a playful growl.

“Darasuum.”

“Darasuum.”

“Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum.”

“Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum.  What does it mean?”

Bralova cupped Vette’s chin in her hands.  “It means, ‘I love you’.  The literal translation is ‘I know you forever’.”

Vette gave her a softer, less playful smile than usual.  “I love you too, kaa’lia.”

[blueburds-but-swtor]

star wars oc week day 3: Relationships

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Fandom: Star Wars: The Old Republic Characters: Original Female Character; Nadia Grell Rating: G Word Count: 1,070 Summary: A’lea Shan-Valran prepares for a nice afternoon to spend with an honorary cousin. Their conversation grows heartfelt and they discuss what the future could possibly bring.

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The gleam of Coruscant's golden light peaked through the blinded windows. The morning dew had been evaporated; the sun now hung high in the sky, directly overhead, as the height of noon rose. Still the petals of the potted lavender glistened with water droplets, as did the other flora of the apartment's balcony.

          A’lea withdrew her watering can and smiled, pleased with her work. She set it back in its home and went back inside. She finished just in time; the heat was growing troublesome and sweat dampened her clothing. And overall, she felt gross. A shower and fresh robes later and she felt much better.

          It was over an hour past noon.

          A’lea fixed her second earring and went to her kitchen. Countertops shined with polished marble, decorated with various utensils for cooking. But none of them were going to be used today. Instead, she turned to the cupboard and plucked out one of her premade teas.

          Selecting a tea set proved more difficult a task than she anticipated. She’d collected several over the years, her own fathers being nothing but enablers. Her fingers traced the rim of an ivory cup decorated with golden swirl designs. Then her eyes flicked to the obsidian-colored set, feeling a slight pull of temptation as she looked over the sharp designs upon it.

          But she settled for one of her simpler sets: the set of earthy tones with no extra design elements. The cups lacked handles, the teapot more square than round in shape.

          Suitable for a Jedi, she supposed.

          She set the tea to boil and set her table. And just after the water finished, she heard a knock at the door. A’lea removed the kettle from the heat and hurried to answer the door.

          “Nadia,” she greeted with a polite dip of her head. “Do come in.”

          “It’s good to see you,” said Nadia as she followed A’lea inside. “It’s been a while! The last time I saw you was. . .?”

          “The battle at Blueflame, I believe.”

          “Then it really has been too long.”

          They sat and A’lea poured their tea. She observed Nadia from her peripheral, watching her glance around the apartment. She passed a cup to her, “I’m still working to personalize the place.”

          “Looks like it’s coming along well. And I really love the use of plants.” Nadia idly held her cup as a soft, almost sad, smile found her lips.

          A’lea thumbed the rim of her own cup. “Does something trouble you?”

          “No—no, I was reminiscing a little. You remind me of your uncle a lot. You have a lot of his qualities.”

          A’lea’s uncle: the late Barsen’thor. He died some twenty years ago, during the reign of Arcann and the Eternal Empire. Father rarely spoke of him and was dismissive when A’lea would ask. She’d held onto the impression that they were never particularly close.

          An empty feeling overcame her stomach as she thought of her own brother. How she missed him, how their relationship now had an intense strain due to their opposing factions. She recalled their conversation on Ossus just a month ago, during the heat of combat—and of the erupting volcano.

          “How do I remind you of him?” A’lea asked, refocusing herself on the conversation.

          “Your patience and your sympathetic nature. Your love for plants, too. You’ve mentioned that you liked to garden—and now that I’m here, I can tell that you really mean that.” Nadia set down her cup, “Your Uncle Fen used to have his own mini garden on the ship. Just stuff that didn’t need sunlight to grow.”

          “That’s an idea,” A’lea smiled.

          “I could try to find his notes on all of that sometime, if you’d like.”

          “If it’s no trouble, then please.”

          Nadia gave a nod and sipped her tea. “You also carry his lightsaber. You said his crystal called to you—and I don’t believe that happened just on coincidence.”

          “How do you mean?”

          Nadia gave a shrug, “I think it’s a way of showing that a part of him will live on through you. Maybe you’ll pick up the Barsen’thor title someday?”

          A’lea’s eyes widened, “I wouldn’t know what to say to that, honestly. . .” Her gaze drifted to her lightsaber across the room. She’d modified the hilt to have the blade protrude from both ends, but at its core, it was her uncle’s. Using it, she felt confident—as if it was made for her. Father and the Jedi told her that was a natural feeling a Force-user would have when they found their lightsaber: the wielder and weapon formed an unspoken bond of synergy. A’lea certainly felt that way with her blade. “. . . Except that I couldn’t. My future is already written.”

          “You believe in destiny?”

          “I do. Though, I believe that paths are always changing, shifting their course. Perhaps I won’t stay in one place for long.”

          “You refer to the Inquisitors.”

          A’lea nodded. “I will lead them when the day comes. For now, I learn from my father, from the Jedi and the Sith.”

          “What if the Order needs a new Barsen’thor?”

          “Have they desperately needed one in the past? Few have been granted the title throughout the centuries.”

          “You may be surprised,” Nadia’s gaze fell to her tea. “There are times where hope is scarce throughout the Republic. A Barsen’thor gives people a sense of peace and hope. They know they can rely on them for help.”

          A’lea pursed her lips. “I feel like I’m unqualified. I aid the Republic, but it is not my sworn duty to protect it. The Inquisitors are an ally—not the guardians of the Republic.”

          “I was merely an ally at one point, too. Perspective changes one’s views and opinions. I can’t imagine my life without the Jedi or the Republic now. They’ve helped me so much—I want to repay that by helping them.”

          A’lea raised a brow, her darkened lips curling into a faint smirk. “It sounds as though you should be granted the title, then.”

          Nadia laughed gently, “I’m flattered. Those are... really big shoes to fill.”

          “Who better to fill them than the former Padawan of the Barsen’thor, though?”

          “His own blood relative, maybe.”

          A’lea gave a shake of her head. “Have more faith in yourself.”

          “I have faith. I have confidence.” Nadia shifted in place, “But I also think you have a point.”