DJ's Multifandom Art Dump

by dystopicjumpsuit

Summary:

A place for me to drop my art of canon and original characters from Star Wars and elsewhere. There will be SFW as well as NSFW images; NSFW will be indicated in the chapter titles.

All art by me. Please be nice to me; I don't know what I'm doing.

Chapter 1: Kix

Notes:

This was one of my earliest attempts at drawing clones, and my god, sometimes I have nightmares about his hand. Every day, I debate whether I should redraw this.

Chapter 2: Jango and baby Boba Fett

Summary:

Previously published in my fic, "Promises and Pastry."

Chapter 3: Boil (mildly NSFW)

Notes:

Previously published in my fic "Double, Double Boil and Trouble" and inspired by this line:

"You’d never felt as vindicated in your life as you did the day that you took an early lunch break and caught Boil lounging in one of your spectacularly gaudy bathrobes."

I drew this after a reader commented:

OMFG PLEASE TELL ME ITS THOSE SEE THROUGH ONES WITH THE FEATHER/FUR TRIMMINGS!
PLEASE
I NEED IT

Notes:

I worked too hard on the mug not to include it here. The aurebesh text says, "Galaxy's Okayest Mustache."

Chapter 4: Tup (mildly NSFW)

Summary:

Originally published in my fic, "Do It Again."

Chapter 5: CT-2697 "Sawbones" (OC of wizardofrozz) - mildly NSFW

Notes:

I drew this as a Life Day gift for Roz. <3

Chapter 6: Mic Dhorhil (my OC)

Summary:

Also includes character information for those interested.

A jaded Devaronian bartender with a complicated relationship to the Pyke syndicate. He absolutely judges your drink order. Don’t be fooled by his sardonic and guarded exterior: he might keep a slugthrower behind the bar (just in case), but he feeds the stray tooka who lives in the alley behind 79’s every night after he closes.

Notes:

Mic will be appearing in the sequel to my fic Stars Beyond Number, and he will also have a cameo in the final chapter of "Double, Double Boil and Trouble."

Overview

Name: Mic Dhorhil (pronounced Mick like Jagger, not like two turntables and a microphone)

Birth year/age: 51 BBY (32 at end of the Clone Wars)

Species: Devaronian

Pronouns: he/him

Orientation: bi/pan

Home planet: Oba Diah

Current location: Coruscant

Occupation: grumpiest bartender on Coruscant; babysitter of one (1) pain in the ass Zabrak who is definitely old enough to know better

Affiliation: 79’s bar

Alignment: chaotic neutral

Family: Branna Dhorhil (mother), Mhorig Durand (father, estranged), Oisin and Draig (family of the heart)

Physical characteristics

Height: 6’4”/193cm without the horns

Eyes: amber

Hair: bald

Skin: green

Tattoos/piercings/identifying marks: facial and ear piercings (and one more—can you guess?); tattoos on arms, back, and chest; significant scarring on face and body

Personal history: 

Mic was born and raised on Oba Diah, the son of single mom Branna Dhorhil. He never met his father, and Branna never talked about him. When Mic started secondary school, he met Draig, the young Zabrak who would become his lifelong best friend. Draig was small for his age, and he had lost his mother very suddenly only a few months before. Because of this, an older bully made the mistake of thinking he would be an easy target. Unfortunately for the bully, Mic was not small for his age. He stepped in and kicked the bully’s ass, with the result that both Mic and Draig were suspended.

Draig was distraught at the prospect of having to tell his father, Oisin, what had happened, when Oisin was already dealing with so much following the death of his wife. Branna was working the night shift at the time, so she was home. She recognized Draig immediately, as she worked with Oisin at the Oba Diah spaceport. She patched up the boys and got them a snack, then commed Oisin to explain what had happened. Oisin came to collect Draig, and they both stayed for dinner.

From that point on, the boys were inseparable, and the Dhorhil house was basically Draig’s second home. They formed a short-lived punk band, The Horny Devils, which played shows in Oisin’s garage once a week for their legions of adoring fan (it was Branna. Branna was their legions of adoring fan).

When Mic and Draig were in their second year of secondary school, Oisin collapsed at work. He was diagnosed with an aggressive illness, and the treatment was prohibitively expensive due to the Pyke syndicate’s monopoly on all medical goods and supplies on Oba Diah. The boys, being enterprising teens with endless self-confidence and very little impulse control, hatched a plan to break into the Pyke compound and steal the medication.

It did not go well.

They made it out, barely. They managed to get the medication and take it to Oisin, but unfortunately, they also got caught on security holovids. The Pykes, being the Pykes, didn’t take too kindly to being robbed by a couple of punk kids, and they put a bounty on both boys. The first hunter that found them cornered them in the Dhorhils’ home. Draig lost an eye to the hunter’s vibroblade before Branna managed to disarm and kill the bounty hunter with his own knife. 

They fled Oba Diah that night. Branna smuggled Oisin and the boys into the Oba Diah spaceport and stole a shuttle, then took them all to Coruscant to disappear and start over in the lower levels. Branna never told Oisin or the boys what she did to smooth things over with the Pykes, but eventually, the bounty was lifted. Nevertheless, Mic and Draig continued to give the Pykes a wide berth.

Mic started working as a busboy to help Branna while they struggled financially. Eventually, he worked his way up to become a bartender, crafting cocktails in some of the hottest bars in the upper levels. He dreamed of starting his own traditional Devaronian pub, and to help save money for that goal, he started working the closing shift at 79’s every night after he finished up at his regular job. Eventually, he scraped together the funds to start his own place in the Entertainment District, but he continued to work the closing shift at 79’s to make ends meet. 

Personality:

In the dictionary, next to the definition of “done,” you will find the above holo of Mic. That being said, he has a spectacularly long fuse. He doesn’t tolerate harassment or bullies, and the fastest way to find out what he looks like when he’s annoyed is to fuck with his customers, coworkers, or family (and he includes Oisin and Draig in that category). He’s reserved and quiet, but he has a wicked sense of humor, if you’re lucky enough to be able to overhear his commentary. 

He has Opinions™ about certain drinks, and he might not say them out loud, but you can feel the judgment if you come in and order a Green Zygerrian (like he just keeps green cream on hand, what the kriff do you think this is, a dairy?).

Aside from his family, Mic tends to hold people at a distance. It takes a long time to gain his trust, and even longer for him to feel truly comfortable around someone. Having witnessed how his father’s absence impacted Branna, Mic is very, very guarded about romance. He needs to get to know someone very well and form a strong connection with them before he’ll consider getting physical. But once he’s in? He’s all in. No games, no messing around: he knows what he wants, and he’ll be very upfront about it. He just needs to be sure his prospective partner is on the same page before he lets himself get involved.

Due to his personal history with the crime syndicates (not to mention his family’s nebulous respect for the law), Mic has an innate distrust of authority in general and the police in particular. He keeps a low profile, but when the Corrie Guard comes to 79’s, he’s on full alert. Oddly enough, Commander Fox is one of his favorite customers. Maybe he feels a deep spiritual connection to the Marshal Commander’s exhausted ori’vod energy.

Chapter 7: Dr. Isabella Ramót (OC of 523rdrebel)

Notes:

Bells is the main character of Reb's wonderful fic Sunflowers and Blasters, which I adore.

Chapter 8: Wren (OC of Willow1171)

Notes:

Wren is the main character of Carol's lovely fic Hunter and the Librarian, which is pure, distilled dopamine.

Chapter 9: Oisin (my OC)

Summary:

Also includes character information for those interested.

A gentle and kind Zabrak mechanic with a penchant for gardening and taking in strays. He hosts Benduday dinner at his home in Coruscant’s lower levels every week, where you might encounter a wide range of guests, from professional thieves, to illegal street racing bookies, to clone deserters, to feral children of the underworld. If you’re on the run and the Coruscant Security Force comes knocking, Oisin has never heard of you—even if you’re currently drinking a bottle of spotchka in his kitchen.

Notes:

Oisin will be appearing in the upcoming sequel to my fic Stars Beyond Number.

Overview

Name: Oisin (pronounced oh-SHEEN)

Birth year/age: 99 BBY (80 at the end of the Clone Wars)

Species: Zabrak

Pronouns: he/him

Orientation: bi/pan

Home planet: Iridonia

Current location: Coruscant (by way of Oba Diah)

Occupation: mechanic (formerly head of maintenance at Oba Diah City spaceport)

Affiliation: Pyke Syndicate (former)

Alignment: neutral good

Family: Epha (wife, deceased), Draig (son), Branna and Mic Dhorhil (family of the heart)

Physical characteristics

Height: 5’10”/178 cm by the time of the rise of the Empire (6’/183 cm when Draig was born)

Eyes: blue

Hair: bald

Skin: orange/red

Tattoos/piercings/identifying marks: traditional Zabrak facial tattoos

Miscellaneous: developed cataracts later in life, also lost two inches of height by end of Clone Wars 

Personal history: 

Oisin was born on Iridonia, the son of Maiv, an Iridonian Zabrak botanist, and Quinn, a Dathomirian Zabrak bounty hunter. When he was a young boy, the family relocated from Iridonia to Oba Diah, as his father had taken a permanent position as an enforcer with the Pyke syndicate. It was a dangerous job, and Oisin was only seven when his father was killed on a mission. Maiv opted to stay on Oba Diah, as they had put down roots in the immigrant community of Oba Diah City.

Oisin was a quiet, gentle boy, who grew up to be a quiet, gentle man. He had no interest in following in his father’s violent footsteps, instead becoming a mechanic. When he was twenty-nine, he met a young Zabrak woman named Epha. She’d visited Maiv’s nursery to ask for advice about starting a garden, and when the time came to leave, Epha’s speeder wouldn’t start. Maiv called Oisin to help, and the minute he laid eyes on Epha, he knew he was going to marry her. It took over a year before he worked up the courage to ask her out on a date. They married three years later.

Both Oisin and Epha wanted children very much, but the years passed, and eventually, they resigned themselves to the certainty that it was not going to happen for them. They settled very contentedly into their lives. They were well-liked in the community, and Oisin excelled at his work, eventually becoming the overseer of all maintenance crews at the Oba Dia City spaceport, while Epha became a rather well-known botanical artist. The garden she had planted so many years before flourished and became an oasis in the midst of the chaotic city, and she often chose to paint among the flowers that she loved so much.

And then, when Epha was forty-two, she unexpectedly conceived. It was a high risk pregnancy; while Zabrak physiology differs significantly from humans, it was still considered a “geriatric” pregnancy—a term which Epha absolutely despised and ranted about frequently to Oisin throughout her term. Nevertheless, several months later, she gave birth to a healthy baby boy. Oisin had seen a lot in his forty-eight years, but he’d never imagined anything as perfect as his son when he looked into Draig’s eyes—Epha’s eyes—for the first time.

Epha and Oisin adored Draig, and for the next fourteen years, the family lived happily. The summer that Draig was fourteen, though, Epha suffered a massive stroke. She was gone by the time the medics arrived. 

Oisin was devastated. The truth was, Oisin had always thought he would grow old with Epha. The possibility that he might outlive her had never even occurred to him, and he was inconsolable. He did his best to hold it together for Draig, but the boy saw more than Oisin ever knew. Oisin thought Draig was holding up fairly well until one evening a few months after Epha’s death when his comm chimed.

Oisin was surprised to see Branna Dhorhil’s face when he answered the comm. They were friendly as coworkers; she operated a crane at the Oba Diah City spaceport, and he’d always thought she was a nice young woman. Even so, nothing prepared him to hear her tell him that Draig and her son, Mic, had been suspended from school for fighting back against a bully. Branna let Oisin know that Draig was safe at her home, then invited Oisin to join them for dinner.

In later years, Oisin often had the thought that the Force itself had sent Branna and Mic into his and Draig’s lives at the time when they were most needed. While Draig bonded instantly with Mic and quickly began to see Branna as a mother figure, Oisin felt that Branna, in many ways, became the daughter he’d never had. Her unwavering support and compassion helped Oisin through the worst of his grief, and when the pain of his loss became too much to bear, Branna was there for him and Draig.

One day, Oisin was feeling unwell at work and went home early. When he arrived, he found Mic pulling weeds in Epha’s garden. The boy was embarrassed to have been caught in the act, but he eventually revealed that he’d been stopping by and quietly doing yard work each day after school when he noticed the garden was getting overgrown. Oisin confessed that he was having trouble keeping the garden up despite how important it was to him as a reminder of Epha. Mic asked Oisin to teach him about the plants so he wouldn’t accidentally pull the wrong ones, and after that, the two of them worked together in the garden nearly every day. 

Mic was a quiet but imposing boy, large for his age, and with a sizable chip on his shoulder, due to his sensitivity about his absent father. Having never had a father figure, he was drawn to Oisin, and soon Mic began to understand that the Zabrak’s kind and gentle personality was not an indicator of weakness at all, but rather of a remarkable strength of character. More than anything, Mic wanted to be like Oisin in that way, and as he grew older, he did his best to emulate Oisin—though he inherited enough of Branna’s protective nature that he never quite outgrew his impulse to kick ass and take names when he saw someone being bullied or harassed. 

Oisin began needing to take sick leave more often, until one day, when the boys were sixteen, he collapsed at work. He was diagnosed with an aggressive degenerative disease that was known to affect Zabraks. Treatment was available, but unfortunately, like everything else on Oba Diah, the medical infrastructure and supply chain was controlled by the Pyke Syndicate, which charged an exorbitant amount of credits for the necessary medication. Oisin’s condition worsened steadily, as there was no way he could afford the drugs. It became obvious that he would not survive without intervention, and so, unbeknownst to Oisin and Branna, Mic and Draig hatched a scheme to steal the meds.

The boys managed to get what Oisin needed, but it was messy, and Branna ordered the boys not to say a word to Oisin about where the drugs had come from. He had already started on his course of meds and was fast asleep when Branna, Mic, and Draig burst into the house and began frantically packing a few basic belongings. Mic had been badly beaten, Branna was bleeding from a large gash on her face, and Draig—

Groggy and bewildered, Oisin demanded to know what was going on, and that was when he caught sight of his son, battered and bleeding, holding a hand over his left eye. There was no time to explain. Mic helped Oisin into a commandeered speeder as Branna and Draig gathered up the medical supplies they needed, and they raced to the spaceport. It wasn’t until they were aboard a stolen shuttle, safely in hyperspace, that Branna was able to tend to Draig’s eye and her own injuries. 

In his confusion, Oisin demanded to be taken home to Epha. Branna and Draig tried to explain what had happened, but Oisin was too out of it from the meds to fully comprehend. All he knew was that Draig’s eyes—Epha’s eyes—would never be the same. In the pilot’s seat, Mic wept silently as he heard Oisin beg them to take him back to Epha’s garden.

When the group reached Coruscant, they disappeared into the underworld. Oisin eventually made a full recovery and started his own mechanic’s shop in the lower levels. Over time, he became a beloved fixture in the community, well-known for his kind and generous nature, his willingness to help those in need, and his famous weekly Benduday dinners. 

Personality:

Quiet and reserved, yet invariably kind, and possessing an extraordinarily long fuse. Due to his lengthy association with the Pyke syndicate (not to mention the dubious legal status of many of his customers and family members), Oisin is deeply skeptical of authority in general and law enforcement in particular. He routinely and cheerfully lies to both the Coruscant Guard and Coruscant Security Force to protect the members of his community, and thanks to his soft and seemingly harmless demeanor, he gets away with it. 

His garage is well known in the underworld as a safe place if you run into trouble, and nobody in the lower levels is stupid enough to try to rob or harm him in any way. Not only would doing so risk the severe retribution of a certain imposing bartender and one of the top thieves in the galaxy, it would inevitably bring down the wrath of the Coruscant underworld community. Even worse, Oisin would probably invite them in for dinner and proceed to treat them with such generosity and compassion that they would end up not only returning his possessions, but probably volunteering to help him in his hydroponic garden.

He never fully moves on from Epha’s death, but over time, the pain gradually begins to lessen, and somehow, without ever quite realizing it, his family grows to encompass more and more beings of every imaginable description, all of whom would fight to their last breath to defend him if he ever needed them.

Even so, sometimes he will stand in the darkness outside his shop and gaze up into the swirl of Coruscant’s underworld traffic, remembering the warmth of the sun on his face as he sat in Epha’s garden.

Chapter 10: Draig (my OC)

Summary:

Also includes character information for those interested.

Charming, funny, and dodgy as hell, Draig has not paid for a drink in fifteen years. He’s the sort of person who will sit next to you in the Corrie drunk tank and laugh about how you ended up there while you wait for Mic to come bail you both out.

Notes:

Draig will be appearing in the upcoming sequel to Stars Beyond Number, and for those who've read Freesia's wonderful fic Beyond the Shadow of a Doubt, he was also involved with her OC Luci Salentino. Their story is yet to be told, but it's a doozy.

Overview

Name: Draig

Birth year/age: 51 BBY

Species: Zabrak

Pronouns: he/him

Orientation: bi/pan

Home planet: Oba Diah

Current location: Coruscant

Occupation: “acquisitions” contract specialist (AKA thief for hire); journeyman pain in the ass; professional menace to society and underpants across the galaxy

Affiliation: Bounty Hunters’ Guild

Alignment: chaotic neutral

Family: Oisin (father); Epha (mother, deceased); Mic and Branna Dhorhil (family of the heart)

 

Physical characteristics

Height: 6’/182 cm without the horns, but he counts them, so he tells everyone 6’2”/188 cm. Mic considers this ridiculous.

Eyes: brown, one cybernetic gray

Hair: bald

Skin: brown

Tattoos/piercings/identifying marks: traditional Zabrak facial tattoos; various facial and ear piercings; scarring on left side of face

 

Personal history: 

Oisin and Epha had given up on having children when Draig came along. Oisin was 48, Epha was 41, and they were ecstatic to finally have the child they had so desperately wanted. Draig was their only child, and they adored him. The family lived happily for fourteen years, until Epha suddenly passed away from a massive stroke just before Draig started secondary school. Oisin was devastated, and Draig, in addition to his own grief, felt the weight of the galaxy on his young shoulders as he watched his father spiral.

When Draig started secondary school a couple months later, he was targeted by an older bully. Small for his age, and still reeling from the loss of his mother, Draig seemed like an easy target—at least, until Mic Dhorhil intervened when nobody else would. Draig and Mic both got suspended. Draig was distraught: the thought of adding to his father’s stress when Oisin was already struggling so much seemed like the end of the world to the young Zabrak. Mic took him to his own home instead so they could try to figure things out.

Mic’s mom Branna was home from work, and she convinced Draig that everything would be all right. She patched up both of the boys, got them a snack, and then commed Oisin to explain things diplomatically. From that point on, Draig and Mic were inseparable. The boys were best friends, and Draig imprinted like a baby duck on Branna as she stepped up to help him and Oisin through the loss of Epha. 

The two families became so close that they stopped considering themselves separate families at all, which was why, when Oisin fell ill, Mic didn’t hesitate to go along with Draig’s plan to steal the medication he needed from the Pyke syndicate. Their plan was a simple smash and grab, and somehow, they made it out alive—barely. Draig’s adrenaline rush from his first heist had barely faded when the bounty hunter showed up at the Dhorhils’ house.

Mic, Draig, and Branna fought back fiercely, but the hunter managed to slash Draig across the face before Branna killed the man with his own vibroblade. There was nothing to be done to save Draig’s eye. They didn’t even have time to apply bacta until they were already aboard the shuttle Branna stole from the Oba Diah City spaceport, in hyperspace on the way to Coruscant. 

The family disappeared into the Coruscant underworld until Branna was able to smooth things over with the Pykes. Oisin, having made a full recovery, opened a mechanic shop in the lower levels, while Mic started working in bars and restaurants and Branna took a position with Coruscant Public Transit. Draig, on the other hand, didn’t find the transition to Coruscant easy or straightforward, and he drifted into rougher crowds. 

Having gotten a taste for adrenaline during the Pyke heist, he started to engage in petty theft, which he rationalized as helping out while finances were tight. Before long, he discovered that he didn’t just like the challenge and the rush of stealing: he was good at it. Really good. He started honing his skills, seeking out larger, more valuable, and more difficult targets, until one day, almost without realizing it, he had become one of the best thieves in the business. Unsurprisingly, this put a target on his back—not only from the Coruscant Security Force, but also from other thieves looking to make a name for themselves.

Out of self-preservation, Draig decided to join the Bounty Hunters’ Guild, where he offered his services to anyone who could pay. He specialized in what the Guild diplomatically called “acquisitions,” but the truth was that he would do just about anything for the right price.

Anything except turn on his family.

Personality:

Charming and irresponsible irresistible. There’s not much in life that Draig takes seriously. He’s laid-back and easy-going to a fault, except when it comes to his work. He’s happy to go with the flow and let other people take the lead—especially Mic. His adrenaline-junkie tendencies cause him to sometimes take unnecessary risks, though he would never intentionally put someone else in danger.

He is uncompromisingly loyal to an incredibly small circle of people. If you are in that circle, he’ll do anything for you, no questions asked, regardless of the legal, ethical, or moral implications. Outside that circle, though, he doesn’t get attached. He’s friendly and approachable, but he’s one of those people who you realize after you’ve talked to him for weeks that he’s never shared anything about himself beyond the most superficial details. You were just distracted by how much he made you laugh and how much fun you had together to realize that he never let you get close to him.

In relationships, this manifests in a string of short-term flings where both/all parties agree to part ways cordially within a few weeks at maximum. He generally goes into a relationship with the understanding and expectation that it will stay casual and light, and he’s up front with his partners about that. Despite that, there have been times when things have gotten complicated and messy, which is why he now refuses to allow anyone outside his family to know where he lives.

Draig completely lacks Mic’s intensity, which is ironic, given that of the two, Draig is far more likely to break someone’s heart. Again, he’d never do it on purpose, but it’s a little too easy to fall for him when he has made a career of not falling. Ever. Which is why it’s the end of the kriffing galaxy the first time he catches feelings.

Chapter 11: Luciana Salentino (OC of @freesia-writes)

Notes:

Free my girl! She did all that, and I don't care!

Luci appears in Free's wonderful fic Beyond the Shadow of a Doubt.

Chapter 12: Cerra Kilian (my OC)

Summary:

Also includes character info for those interested.

Whether you need to repair a hyperdrive, infiltrate an Imperial base, or get absolutely kriffed up in the entertainment district, Cerra is your girl. GAR supply officer, turned deserter, turned full-time rebel. With a seemingly endless array of unsavory contacts and absolutely no moral qualms about sourcing supplies via questionable means, Cerra can get whatever you need, from expired ration bars to decommissioned GAR medical equipment. All that, and the odds of her deciding to adopt you are only about 60%!

Notes:

Cerra is one of the main characters of my fic Stars Beyond Number and its upcoming sequel, and she also appears in "Do It Again."

Overview

Name: Cerra Kilian

Birth year/age: born 48 BBY; 31-32 at time of Stars Beyond Number

Species: Human

Pronouns: she/her

Orientation: bi/pan

Home planet: Corellia

Current location: Coruscant

Occupation: military supply officer (deserted); full-time traitor

Affiliation: Corellian Military Defense Force; Grand Army of the Republic; Clone Underground

Alignment: Chaotic good

Family: CT-5555 “Fives” (husband; deceased); Admiral Shoan Kilian (uncle); Lorn and Vianne Kilian (parents, estranged)

Physical characteristics

Height: 5’10”/178 cm

Eyes: brown

Hair: black (shaved)

Skin: brown

Tattoos/piercings/identifying marks: full sleeve tattoo on left arm; multiple piercings in ears; large shrapnel scar on left thigh

Personal history 

Cerra was born on Corellia, the daughter of Lorn and Vianne Kilian. Vianne, her mother, had joined the Corellian Military Defense force as a mechanic, as it was one of the only avenues to escape the Corellian underworld slums where she was born. She eventually married Lorn, whose family had a longstanding tradition of service in the CMDF. 

Cerra joined the CMDF at the age of sixteen, serving as a supply officer for ten years before the outbreak of the Clone Wars. At that time, the CMDF was absorbed into the Grand Army of the Republic, and Cerra was assigned to the 501st Legion, serving under General Anakin Skywalker. While serving as supply officer on the Resolute, Cerra became friends with Captain Rex, Jesse, and Kix, along with many other clones in the 501st and beyond. 

It is also where she first met Fives, who visited the supply office weekly to submit requests for candy. Every single request was denied, and eventually, Cerra ordered a crate of sweets to be delivered with her personal supplies, then passed it on to Fives, who distributed it to the entire battalion. She never told Fives that she’d paid for it, but he figured it out (of course). After the Battle of Kamino, Fives stopped by the supply office one last time before he shipped out for ARC training. That was the first time Cerra kissed him.

When the Resolute was destroyed at the Battle of Sullust, Cerra was on the bridge. She helped as many wounded as she could into the escape pods, including Admiral Wullf Yularen as well as several clones. She was on her way to her own escape pod when she was caught in an explosion and hit in the leg by shrapnel. A shiny she’d helped into a different escape pod that was at maximum capacity jumped out and dragged her inside, then launched the pod, staying behind on the Resolute and sacrificing his life to save her. She never knew who he was, so she had a blank Phase 2 helmet added to the tattoo sleeve on her left arm when she’d recovered from her injuries.

After Sullust, Cerra was reassigned to a different unit, serving on the Ro-ti-Mundi until the Battle of Coruscant. She stayed in touch with her friends in the 501st, taking every opportunity to spend time with them whenever leave schedules permitted. In particular, she and Fives commed each other as frequently as possible, though his ARC duties prevented them from seeing each other again until just after his mission to Lola Sayu, where Echo was presumed dead. At that point, Fives and Cerra began a relationship.

The Battle of Umbara was the turning point for the pair. The treachery of Pong Krell shook Fives’s faith in the Jedi as well as the Republic, and he told Cerra that their lives were too short and too uncertain not to seize their chance at happiness while they could. He asked her to marry him, proposing with a ring he’d carved out of plastoid armor. Despite the ban on clone marriages, Cerra didn’t hesitate, and the two married in secret. When she met Tup after Umbara, she forged a close bond with him and quickly came to see him as a younger brother. He was the only witness to Fives and Cerra’s marriage, and the only person who ever knew about it.

And then came the Battle of Ringo Vinda. 

In the months following Fives and Tup’s deaths, Cerra threw herself into working with Kix to try to discover what had happened. They were close to a breakthrough when Kix disappeared. Utterly disillusioned, with her faith in the Republic and the GAR shattered, Cerra abandoned her post following the Battle of Coruscant.

Her family did not understand. Her parents felt that she had disgraced the family by deserting, and after a disastrous visit home to Corellia, Cerra returned to Coruscant and disappeared into the underworld.

Until one day, several weeks after the fall of the Republic, Rex knocked on her door.

Personality

Fiercely loyal, sarcastic, competent (with a healthy dose of imposter syndrome), protective to a fault. Once Cerra decides she likes someone, she adopts them. They’re hers now. She's keeping them. And she’ll make sure everybody else in the group is nice to them, too—or else. Despite being an only child, she has strong older sister energy, which occasionally causes her to clash with the people she cares about.

She is pathologically opposed to displaying negative emotions in a healthy way; if she’s feeling anger or grief, she’s likely to shut down or hide rather than talk about it. After Fives’s death, she became withdrawn and reticent, not even trusting her closest friends with all of her secrets. But underneath her durasteel-reinforced-with-beskar walls, the same fierce, loyal heart still beats.

Chapter 13: Savage Opress (wildly NSFW)

Summary:

I did promise spice. I deliver.

Notes:

Greetings from your friendly neighborhood Savage Opress apologist! He deserved better.

Anyway, here's some porn. I did two versions (with and without semen) because I worked hard on that cock, and I want people to see it.

 

Notes:

What can I say except I'm thirsty?

Chapter 14: Convor Tech

Summary:

I drew this for @eclec-tech for my Halloween trick-or-treat event.

Notes:

This event is still going, so if you'd like to participate, you can find out more here, and drop into my Asks by October 29!

Chapter 15: Gourd Force 99 (AKA Batch O'Lanters, or the Bad Patch)

Summary:

I drew this for the delightful @dangraccoon for my Halloween trick-or-treat event.

Notes:

This event is still going, so if you'd like to participate, you can find out more here, and drop into my Asks by October 29!

Chapter 16: Wolfpack Cadets Trick-or-Treating

Summary:

I drew this for my beloved @clonethirstingisreal for my Halloween trick-or-treat event.

Notes:

This event is still going, so if you'd like to participate, you can find out more here, and drop into my Asks by October 29!

Chapter 17: Hunter as The Moon Tarot Card

Summary:

I drew this for the lovely @maniacalbooper for my Halloween trick-or-treat event.

Notes:

While this was partially inspired by a joke about Hunter's butt, I chose to depict it as the Moon tarot card because I considered it a good fit for Hunter, in that this card is often interpreted as signifying intuition, hidden truths, and uncertain paths. I felt that Hunter's enhanced senses fit the intuition interpretation, while the truth of the Empire and the inhibitor chips fit the hidden truths aspect, and finally, his struggles in knowing the best course of action to follow throughout the series seemed to suit the third interpretation of uncertain paths.

Chapter 18: Grogu in a Pram-kin

Summary:

I drew this for my dearest @goblininawig for my Halloween trick-or-treat event.

Chapter 19: Tooka & Rex-o-Lantern

Summary:

I drew this for the lovely @eternal-transience for my Halloween trick-or-treat event.

Chapter 20: Halloween on Pabu: Batcher

Summary:

I drew this for the lovely @afrostycatblr for my Halloween trick-or-treat event.

Chapter 21: Halloween on Pabu: Crosshair

Summary:

I drew this for the lovely @moonstrider9904 for my Halloween trick-or-treat event.

Notes:

POV: Omega and Batcher ring your doorbell for trick-or-treat, and when you open your door, you see this keeping watch from across the street. He likes your costume.

Notes:

His shirt says, "This is my Halloween costume."

Chapter 22: Plo Koon and Padawan Lupe Halloween

Summary:

I drew this for my dear friend @lonewolflupe for my Halloween trick-or-treat event.

Chapter 23: Hound and Grizzer Trick or Treat

Summary:

I drew this for my darling @deejadabbles for my Halloween trick-or-treat event.

Chapter 24: Witchy Nimue Nitou (OC of moonlightwarriorqueen)

Summary:

I drew this for the wonderful @moonlightwarriorqueen for my Halloween trick-or-treat event.

Chapter 25: Echo and Tooka (Nuna)

Summary:

I drew this for the delightful @returnofthepineapple for my Halloween trick-or-treat event.

Chapter 26: Ahsoka BOOp-kin

Summary:

I drew this for the lovely @sees-writes for my Halloween trick-or-treat event.

Notes:

And that's a wrap on my Halloween ask party! Thank you so much to everyone who played! I had a wonderful October creating these treats, and it's all thanks to you. In total, I created twenty-three unique treats including art, graphics, wallpapers, fics, playlists, and even cocktails. It took over my entire life for the past twenty-nine days, and I'm very ready to take a month off and catch up on all the incredible fics that were published this month. Love you all! Happy Halloween, my friends!

Chapter 27: Lavage Opress

Summary:

Rubber ducky Savage to keep you company at bath time!

Notes:

I drew this as a Christmas gift for my dear friend Carol. 💛🖤💛🖤

Notes:

Lavage is not a typo, BTW; it's French for "washing."

Chapter 28: Darth Maullard wishes you a very merry Sithmas and a happy Life Day.

Summary:

I worried that Lavage Opress would get lonely, so I drew him a festive brother.

 

Chapter 29: Floating Feral

Summary:

The baby of the Flightbrother flock.

Notes:

For @eclec-tech. Happy (slightly belated) Life Day! Your wish is my command 🧡

And now the trio of floaty Bathomirian Zabraks is complete! Shout out to @nika6q for coming up with the best kriffing pun in the galaxy; I can never top that.

Chapter 30: Mer-Hunter art + drabble (mildly NSFW)

Summary:

There is something lurking in the waters of Pabu.

Notes:

Those with thalassophobia may wish to avoid this chapter.

You were warned when you first arrived on Pabu.

“Don't go past the barrier.”

“Why not? What's out there?” you asked, to no avail.

Further inquiries received no response beyond a shudder here, a superstitious curse there. You listened, and slowly began to hear whispers. Rumors, passed between neighbors and friends, or murmured in market stalls or shadowy corners of cantinas.

There was something out there, in the deep and endless ocean beyond the barrier. Something dark. Something hungry. A monstrous creature that preyed on the unwary, the reckless, dragging them to the depths in its merciless embrace. 

A Hunter.

Notes:

I included both versions because I worked hard on those tits, and I want people to see them.

Chapter 31: Boromir

Summary:

Art of Boromir I drew MONTHS ago for wings-and-beskar's birthday and completely forgot to post here until now.

Chapter 32: OC: Malan Kallea (NSFW)

Summary:

In honor of the return of the Great British Bake Off, I'm sharing my Great Galactic Bake Off OC, Malan, who inspired my ficlet "Fruta."

She may have lost the Great Galactic Bakeoff, but she won hearts across the galaxy, including one very big one on a remote, tropical oceanic planet.

 

Overview

Name: Malan Kallea

Birth year/age: 47BBY (28 at end of the Clone Wars; 30 at time of the Great Galactic Bake Off )

Species: Keshiri

Gender ID/pronouns: she/her

Orientation: bi/pan, demisexual

Home planet: Kesh

Current location: Pabu

Occupation: Baker

Alignment: Neutral Good

Family: estranged

Physical characteristics

Height: 5’3” (160cm)

Eyes: Violet

Hair: Plum

Skin: Lilac

Personal history 

Born on the Wild Space planet of Kesh, Malan left home and traveled to the Core Worlds in search of work as soon as she reached adulthood. She attended the University of Coruscant on a scholarship, graduated with honors, and went on to find a prestigious job that she despised. She developed a passion for baking when she spent Life Day with her uni flatmate’s family and learned how to make Wookiee-Ookies. 

From that point forward, she threw herself into her baking hobby to escape the stress and boredom of her work. She often fantasized about opening a little bakeshop by the sea, but there were two major obstacles to that dream. First, the bakery market was dominated by droids. Second, there was no kriffing sea on Coruscant. 

Thus, she spent her days at a boring but steady job, and her nights were spent researching and practicing ever more fantastical and advanced techniques and recipes. Her coworkers were the lucky recipients of almost daily baked treats, but her passion remained a hobby. Until, one day, a casting call was sent out for a new competition series on HoloNet News: The Great Galactic Bake Off.

Personality 

Bubbly, warm, and friendly. Generous and loyal to a fault. Her head is often in the clouds, but she has a surprisingly practical bent when she puts her mind to something. People often assume she’s naive or airheaded until she blindsides them with a shockingly dirty joke. She feels very deeply but presents a happy-go-lucky facade even when things go sideways for her. Despite her seemingly open and amiable nature, she has a tendency to downplay her personal interests as a way of making herself more palatable to a Galaxy that has not always welcomed her enthusiasm.

Notes:

Fuck hands and feet in particular.