Fave AU for my OC? The one that occupies most of my brain space is modern AU, probably. But I also occasionally like to think about a medieval/fantasy AU where Silvie is an alchemist or apothecarist(??).
For other people? Depends on the character!!
Like. For Avery, I can totally picture her in a fantasy princess AU (with Tech as the knight/bodyguard, of course!!). Kyla is made for spy AUs!! Preferably a historical one, like maybe set during WW1 or WW2?
Honestly, when I create an AU it actually often changes which OCs I develop, so for example, I have a Crosshair x OC modern AU I’ve been drafting a bit which has a completely different OC than Dara. (I decided that in a modern AU Dara would be too busy organizing an environmentalist anti-capitalist guerrilla movement in Onderon and they never meet).
But for Dara, I’ve also toyed around a bit with the idea of her and Crosshair meeting at different moments—while he’s still in the empire would definitely be the most devastating.
But I’m having a lot of fun writing my Bad Batch pirate AU for which I’ve developed another OC, Myria. I don’t think she’ll appear in any more typical Star Wars stories, she just feels so suited to this world specifically!
I LIVE!!!! I AM STILL ALIVE!!! I HAVE JUST BEEN BUSY WITH STUPID IRL RESPOSIBILITIES!!!!
ANYway! I'm happy to announce that after a LONG hiatus, TechMoon is BACK in Star-Crossed!!!
Here is the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/63785863/chapters/235654611
Seris VanTessa grew up in New Jersey, just across the water from New York, and made it to Barnard College at Columbia University in 1942 at freshly eighteen years old. She was randomly assigned Riyo Chuchi as a roommate that first year and they’ve lived together in Hartley Hall ever since, even after Riyo moved on to her doctoral program.
Through Riyo she got to know Echo and his twin brother Fives not long before both were deployed. Echo was easy to like: disciplined, straightforward, clearly devoted to Riyo. Fives was fun and great company. It seemed natural that she and Fives might pair off the way Echo and Riyo had, but it never quite took. Fives had a wandering eye and Seris had better things to do with her time. She has always preferred the intellectual type anyway, though she hasn’t had much occasion to act on that preference. Between school, volunteering, and performing, dating has been the easiest thing to set aside.
She is pursuing dual degrees in dance and political science. The plan is a dance career while she’s young and able, and then a political career after. She keeps herself strung and busy: studying during the day and dancing at night as a Copa Girl at the Copacabana. It was her big break and the job she landed after spending part of her undergrad with the USO, performing with a dance troupe and helping host club nights and events for troops.
Seris is set to finish both degrees in 1945 and move straight into her master’s in the same two subjects.
High quality art images, references, and taglist under the cut! ~
Welcome to the masterlist for my Bad Batch World War 2 Era Alternate Universe: Copacabana!!!
The au is going to consist of several acts (like a play!) and will be composed of written chapters with illustrations, and maybe some comics too!
To kick us off, I am going to gradually reveal each character’s forties inspired design and give you a glimpse into their role in the universe! As each character is posted, their headshot will be revealed on the playbill below and their post will be linked in the “Meet the Cast” section. You can always come back to this masterlist to see the newest updates!
As always, I am very friendly, love mutuals, and LOVE Star Wars, so feel free to chat with me in the comments, via DM, or asks!! I will always reply and I am so beyond happy to have you all here!
Origins and Inspiration
All of this originated with from my post for this years @clonexocweek’s alternate universe prompt! After making the art for that challenge, I became WAY too inspired, and couldn’t stop thinking about it. Once I realized the real Copacabana club opened in New York City in 1941, the WW2 head cannons just kept bubbling up! Especially since the war ended in 1945, and the Bad Batch storyline starts right at the end of the Clone Wars!
As far as other inspirations, of course this is inspired by Copacabana by Barry Manilow (linked below), but it is also inspired by broadway and theater in general. Some direct inspirations were drawn from Hamilton, White Christmas, Captain America, and other wartime favorites! Music by Bing Crosby, Frank Sinatra, and many more also serve to inspire this AU! And, of course, Star Wars and our favorite clones!
Because I keep on meaning to and keep on forfettinf 😅 work in progress because it is A Lot oh my days [will shorten the Three Houses One Down A Lot jdjdjjejjs]. Currently 70 something oops. Most are important but not main. Will edit as time goes on ofc.
In order of how I mentioned them on this blog
Order of intro = Name/year of creation [year of revamp], [emoji of pet, separeted by another / if multiple] / Class (aka, melee, cavalry, aviation, etc etc etc) for main OCs / social class [⚜️= noble house 👑 = royal house]
Star Wars
Aurora Ylandra / 2023 / 🐈⬛ / 🗡🪄 / 👑
Peonis 'Nia' Ylandra / 2023 / 🐈 / 🔫 / 👑
Terra Ylandra / 2023 / 🐕/ 🫏 / 🏇/ 🐈⬛️🦁 [griffon] / 🤵 [<- the best for a Senator I can find] / 🔫 🗡 / 👑
Iona Notte [Turk -> Phoenix' insider] / 2014 [Revamped 2025] / 🗡🔫👊🏻 / '⚜️' [on and off love of Rufus Shinra]
Fire Emblem: Three Houses/Fire Emblem Warriors: Three Hopes
*takes a deep inhale* I'll leave out the um *does maths* majority of the 47 generations spanning *does more maths* 1256 years. I'll mention the key gens start9ng from the earliest gens [once i've finished the family tree, I'll place that here instead]
BÁ = Before [Kingdom of] Árlond, KÁ = Kingdom of Árlond, FÁ = Fall of [The Kingdom Of] Árlond)
(27BÁ - 27KÁ / -68 - -15), Árful I of Árlond / 2021 [revamp 2025] / 👑
(722-764KÁ / 682 - 722), Ældra 'The Boar' I of Árlond (he's ao tragic) / 2021 [Revisited 2025] / 👑
(762-826KÁ / 721-785) Ælfred 'The Great' I, The Last King of Árlond / 2025 / 👑
(792 - 818KÁ / 752-777) Prince Árful / 2025 / 👑
Then it, politically, gets a bit complicated: the line become Grand Dukes/Duchesses unless there is no monarch on the Fearghun Throne (due to age) or no Blaiddyd on The Throne, then they return, in technicality, to a Kingdom. It is also here that the surname Árful officially changes to Holdfréond except in the event of rhe blaiddyd line separating.
I Grand Duchess Eádwynne 'The Loyal [to Árlondian Peoples]' (811KÁ - 45FÁ / 770-822)
Dragomír (818KÁ - 13FÁ / 777 - 790)
3rd Grand Duchess, 5th Gen, Æðelflæd (133-181FÁ / 910-958)
4th Grand Duchess, 6th gen, Blæsehopa 'The Defender' (165-225FÁ / 942-2002) [after this era's revolts against Fearghun Regents, Árlond is downfraded to a Duchy, and the land stolen by the regent(s) are sold to the Western Lords, who swiftly mistreat and abuse all in the land)
2nd Duke, 5th Gen, Searuburg 'The Wronged' (287-325 FÁ / 1064-1102)
Now it's the the Three Houses/Three Hopes era! King Lambert Reinstates the line as Grand Dukes, after generations of failed attempts, reminding the nation that should the Blaiddyd line have no heirs, it is the heirs of Árful that shall rule, as King Loog, the firstking of Fearghus, proclaimed. However, they are known as Duke/Duchess and Lord/Lady outside of formality.
Henry Holdfréond (319-403FÁ / 1096-1180) / 2021 [revamped 2025] / 🐈⬛️🐈🫏🐕🐈⬛ / Lancer 🏇 / ⚜️ 👑 [Grand Duke Pre Duscur, King of Árlond post Duscur - in Three Hopes, he returnes to Grand Duke once Dimitri is crowned King)
[Prince] Alexander Æscthryth Holdfréond, brother of Easwith (390-?FÁ / 1168 -?)
Minor OCs in the Three Houses/Hopes Timeline
Lord Poppigson (346 -? FÁ/1123 -?), Árlond Council Ealdorman, Descendent of Cadoc [the father of the Árful Line] and his first wife, Ynyd-Mon, of the Cadoc-Ynys line. Crest of The Nightingale holder.
Eivor, Cousin of Edward and Wildred, Nephew of Henry, descendant of Henry's youngest sister, Leofrið. Minor Crest of Cichol
Jorvik. Descendant of Æðelhæþ [771-814KÁ/730-773, carrier of both Blaiddyd and Árful crest] and Blaiðred [0-60KÁ, -41 - 50, son of Árful and her first husband, Blaiddyd]. Knight of Árlond, Royal Bodyguard, and Captain of the Fhirdiad Gaurd
Cyne [Ky.ne] Holdfréond (381-399FÁ, 1158-1176), Son of Wilfred and Ingrid. Royal Guard. Killed, and tortured, for discovering the coup of Duscur and warning Lambert.
The Elder Scrolls (sort of!)
Freydis, TES IV: Oblivion / 🐎 / 🛡🗡🏹, Nord
Skoldmø, TES V: Skyrim [minimal info exists], Descendant of Freydis and Martin / 🐎 / 🛡🗡🏹⚔️, Nord, Dragonborn
Dragon Age
Hold on to your hat
Adelaide Cousland
Enid Hawke
Elswyth Trevelyan
Tîw Cadash
Suledin'Nada (Suledin to his friends)
Matilda Thorne
Matilda's Husband of 'mortal ancient elf -> immotal elf as punishment by Elgar'naan the Tosser -> various dalish kings and keepers -> disappeared -> 100th liftine -> Grey Warden by immortal, too -> Griffon rider in 4th Blight -> tragedy' 'Eternal Blade' but in dalish. Will add his name whe i find the document
Annabella 'Anna' Thorne-Theirin
The Therin-Cousland Children Duo... or was it a trio... [the oldest is called Bryce]
Various wardens mentioned
Mass Effect
MET
Major:
Phoenix Shepard
James-Yamato 'James' Shepard
Lionel 'Rex' Shepard [cousin]
Rowan Shepard
Minerva Shepard
Kassandra Shepard
Amaya T'Evana
Aetius Umbrilis (Umbrilus? I keep on forgetting the suffix 🙄)
Alexander 'Uncle' Shepard
Ava 'Aunt' Shepard
Justicar Petra T'Evana
Minor:
Micheal 'Grampa' Shepard
Fortuna 'Grandma & Grandmother of Humanaity's Eezo Research' Shepard
I am also not adding my Tag list this time because, being the first more mature fic I've posted, I won't assume everyone on my tag list would appreciate it.
Summary: Bells gets a new shirt and shows it off. Crosshair and Bells play an enticing game involving teasing and a secluded garden.
Warnings: This one gets a touch spicy, friends. So minors, shoo! Description of heavy make-out and Sexual allusions and build-up.
Bells threw on her pants, light, airy linen and her lightest coverage top for swimming. She slipped on her sandals and her eyes fell on a sheer white top she'd recently acquired. Her eyes sparkled mischievously and she threw on the top, admiring herself in the mirror then skipped out her door, now on a particularly fun mission, down to the beach.
She felt his eyes before she saw him, an exhilarating shiver ran down her spine, and she turned, locking eyes with Crosshair for one electric moment, before walking directly past him.
Crosshair’s eyes narrowed and he kept a few steps behind, enjoying the view, but also curious as to where she would lead him.
She stopped, chatting to a few villagers at one stall, pointedly glancing over her shoulder, a teasing challenge in just one look.
Crosshair's glare intensified and he turned his chilling gaze on any who dared to venture to close, stalked up behind Bells and hovered over her shoulder. He saw her jaw tighten, two can play this game, he thought. He leaned in, Bells angled her head to the side just slightly giving him room and his lips touched her ear as he spoke, "Bells, teasing me like this... Perhaps I should take you somewhere and show you what that does to me."
She smiled, leaning to press her body against Crosshair where he’d leaned in to whisper, "Tsk. I thought snipers were patient. Maybe you're losing your touch." She pulled away abruptly, Crosshair staggering slightly at the sudden shift, and walked away, cheeky grin wide as she glanced over her shoulder. She knows he will follow.
She walked slowly, agonizingly slowly, around the streets of Pabu, Crosshair trailing a few paces behind, glaring daggers at anyone who looked too closely. He watched as the wind shifted Bells's ginger hair, her sheer top pulling tighter one moment, hanging loosely the next. His hands itch to touch her.
She led them, finally, into a small garden, not unlike the location of their first kiss at the Lifeday Festival. She turned to face him, back pressing against the wall.
Crosshair crossed the garden quickly, long strides taking up much of the space with ease and pressing his body against her eagerly, "Would you like to see if I've lost my touch, Bells?"
She laughed, that bright, dangerously infectious laugh, and gripped his waist pulling him to press more against her, "I can't wait..."
He captured her mouth in a hungry kiss, both his hands sliding underneath her sheer blouse, tracing a trail of fire upward. His hands find the softness of her breasts and he kneads at them slowly before pulling down the fabric to free them entirely.
Bells gasped at his touch and responded in equal yearning, kissing back and gently nipping at his lips with her teeth, her hands pulling at the waist of his pants and keeping their bodies flush together.
His kisses trail down her neck and one hand moves around to lift her up and press her once again into the wall. Her legs wrap around his waist and she rolls her hips against him. “Bells–” his voice is a strained low growl, she laughed again and he captured the laugh on her lips, the bright bubbling sound cut off by needy kisses.
Her fingers tangle in his white curls, pulling just enough to lean his head back while she continues to roll her hips against him. Her voice is deep, heavy with need, “Is it safe to assume you like the shirt, Cross?” He groaned as her hips moved just right, “It’s fine, Cyare, but right now it’s in the way.”
Summary: You've been overwhelmed and take some time to get away to be on your own. A certain stubborn medic helps in his own way.
Word Count: 434 Words
Warnings: Allusion to Anxiety/Panic Attack, Allusion to depressive thoughts. Hurt/Comfort.
Reblog Divider by Dystopicjumpsuit
You had sequestered yourself away in the enclosed and mostly private hot spring. It was a bit of a hike and took you a short distance away from the bustle of town. Exactly what you needed. There would be at most a few locals around, and fewer still would dare to bother you. Not many outside of those closest to you knew how often you tended to hide away when your thoughts drifted into darkness, shrouds of the past pressing in with clawed fingers, grasping for purchase inside your mind.
You found the hot spring quiet, empty, and lowered yourself into the hot, steaming water, leaned back and closed your eyes.
Kriff. That wasn't helping. You felt panic rising up like acid in your chest as clips of voices, angry and bitter, grew louder against your skull. Your eyes snap open and you try to slow your breathing- deep breath in, deep breath out, repeat.
You're about to give up, the sharp voices pressing in feel like too much, and tears stream down your face uninterrupted. You squeeze your eyes shut, resolve shaky, when you hear a quiet shuffling close by. Another local? You groan internally and start thinking of ways you can sneak away without being noticed.
You hear a soft, deep rumble whispering your name. You feel two emotions emerge at the same time, relief- you know that voice, and shame- what would he think of you?
You feel the water ripple beside you as Siren lowers himself into the water, gingerly, and with obvious effort not to disturb you.
You expect him to give you a speech, to rant about your attempted isolation, but instead you feel his arm slowly and gently wrap around your shoulders, pulling you close against his side. He lifts his arm up and hesitates, giving you time to pull away if you want to. But you lean into him, tears once again flowing freely, and he pulls you tighter against him, his head leaning into yours.
He begins to hum a soft, rumbling tune, the vibrations, the closeness and intimacy of the moment soothes your muscles and your pounding, racing mind pauses.
Siren holds you close, humming the soothing rhythm he often sang to his brothers or young patients in his care, but this? This was only for you.
You let his embrace and the soothing Siren song wash over you, chasing away the clawed shadows and the haunting voices. You felt safe.
[Siren's Lullaby]
Lunar Lothcat
Pouncing stars
Chasing moonbeams
Ever far
Little Lothcat
Bright with mischief
Find your star path
It leads you home
