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OC Shenanigans. You just know it was all Matthäus Idea.
I also thought it'd be quite the fun exercise in drawing people interacting with each other - and it certainly was!
[ID: a digital drawing of Jeremy, Friederick, Matthäus and Machuriel, the artists OCs. Jeremy is in the upper right corner, leaning out of a window, grabbing Friedericks right hand with both of his. He's a Halfling with light brown skin and dark hair with lighter ends. He looks worried. Friederick is a gnome with light skin and brown hair in a long braid. He's holding onto Matthäus ankle with his left hand and doesn't look happy about it. Matthäus is a three headed Ratfolk with brown fur. He's dangling by his ankle and has his tail wrapped around Friedericks leg as he's curiously looking at Machuriel. Machuriel is standing on ground level so that they are at eye level with Matthäus. They are a Diathim with white glowing skin and blonde, curly hair held back by a headband. They are smiling and booping Matthäus nose with their left hand. The background is a light beige with black borders that are broken up by the characters. /End ID]
#jeremy goodgrove#friederick#Matthäus#Machuriel#oc#halfling#gnome#ratfolk#Diathim#<- one random star wars species thrown in between the fantasy folks#i also realized there's one (1) person in that drawing that isn't either confirmed or suspected aro#but ed you say suspected aro?? these are your OCs!!! yeah but my OCs sexualities are none of my business sometimes#friederick is confirmed (and divorced) aroace#jeremy is aro i think but idk if he's ace too#Matthäus is a wild card because quite frankly he's a rat and doesn't really bother about human concepts of neither gender nor sexuality#Machuriel is queer but not in an aro way. they're very much deeply in love
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so a while back, on my instagram, i tried selling my first four star wars adoptables. while the other two got taken pretty quickly, these two still remain. i figured why not try and sell them on here.
if you are interested in any of these, please dm me with which one you’d like. i’ll send the paypal link. after you pay, i’ll send it to you through emails or discord (so the image isn’t so pixelated). the image will be the character, it’s species and aesthetic, and it’s small color palette.
Nautolan - Open ($17)
Diathim - Open ($17)
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You Mean I Get to Come With You in Your Starship?
STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 01:12:26
#Star Wars#Episode I#The Phantom Menace#Tatooine#Mos Espa#Slave Quarters Row#Skywalkers' hovel#Anakin Skywalker#Galactic Republic#pilot#Diathim#Angel#moons of Iego#storage bin#diagnostic screen#aeromagnifier#magnifier#illuminator rings
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Star Wars Alien Species - Diathim
The Diathim gave off an aura of kindness, and they were consistently described as benevolent by those spacers who propagated the legend of the Angels. They described themselves as a peaceful people. However, the Diathim were fascinated by spacecrafts, which often prompted them to mob any ships that found themselves in the vicinity of their homeworlds, Iego and Millius Prime. Because of their hypnotic abilities, those curious Diathim had a tendency to provoke accidents, causing the mesmerized observers to plunge their vessels into violent crash-landings. For those reasons, they were still regarded as dangerous entities.
Since the Diathim were only seen when they gathered in flocks to welcome arriving ships, knowledge of what their habitat looked like remained hidden to outsiders.
The Diathim evolved in the Outer Rim Territories, on the planet of Iego and the largest of its forty-two moons, Millius Prime. They shared those worlds with the Maelibi, a species of three-meter tall burrowing beings who fed on castaways. They were known in the wider galaxy as early as 25,793 BBY, more than seven centuries before the founding of the Galactic Republic. At the time, the Basic idiom "space angel" referred to a selfless, innocent person.
Millennia later, during the Clone Wars, some Diathim were driven from their home on Millius Prime when a laser grid system was installed there by the Separatists to keep people from leaving. The Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker travelled to Iego with his master Obi-Wan Kenobi while on a mission to uncover a root said to contain the antidote to the Blue Shadow Virus. The two encountered one of the Diathim refugees, and the Jedi eventually managed to deactivate the laser field, thus freeing the inhabitants of Iego.
The mysterious species whom the University of Sanbra xenobiologists called "the Diathim," otherwise known as "the Angels," seemed to be made of blazing white light tinged with a yellow aura, which suggested they were beings of pure energy. At any rate, their intense radiance made it difficult to make out their biological details. Most accounts depicted them as slender, 2 to 3 meters or 6.6 to 9.8 feet tall feminine anthropoids with six blade-shaped wings protruding from their backs. One particular individual appeared in front of Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi, two Human Jedi, as a tall woman of their species with wings, milky white skin, blond hair, light blue eyes, a tiny nose and long limbs. Some other witnesses described the Angels as more androgynous, while many non-Human observers portrayed them as mysterious and fascinating variants of their own species. Whether their wings were physical or not, the Diathim could fly and glide freely. They could even fly in the vacuum of interplanetary space without the assistance of a protective suit or life support. They also had natural hypnotic abilities.
Language: Although they had no apparent language of their own, at least some of them were capable of speaking Galactic Basic Standard.
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Hey guys so I need your help to decide on a race for my Jedi Exile. I have eight ideas in total. These designs ain't finalize, they are just concept design.
#kotor#jedi exile#star wars#poll#Chalactan#Arkanian#Aruzan#Diathim#Bpfasshi#Noorian#Neti#art#concept art#concept design
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I decided to take a crack at designing the Maelibus of Iego, the planetary and subterranean counterpart of the Diathim.Whereas the Diathim are known as Angels, the Maelibus are known as the Demons.
When The Clone Wars animated series redesigned the diathim, they made thema ngelic with a quasi-insectoid look... and I wanted to do the same, make my maelibus demonic with a quasi-insectoid look.
I made their exoskeleton molten gold, as described in the original book thatdescribed them, and gave them the haunting beauty that they are described as having, that their illustration completely failed to conveying any way. I preserved as many details from their illustration as I could, including some of the banding on their exoskeleton.
I heavily references gigers xenomorph with this image... and I think that I captured wghat a TCW maelibus would look rather well. I imagine he is voiced by anakins voice actor, much how the angel in TCW was voiced by
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i am still firmly of the belief that like 90% of Satine's character could have been improved if the writers had had even half the imagination of 13 y/o boli and made her at least part diathim
i mean look at this
when i say i was CONVINCED that that's where this was going
#this is one of the hills my enemies will die on#not me because i have the power of god and lazy character design on my side#tell me im wrong#random boli thoughts#star wars#satine kryze#i dont like her canon character one bit but the POTENTIAL she has#especially for fun worldbuilding headcanons around diathim#makes her almost blorbo qualified#i say almost because whenever i smwrite satine its literally just an oc with her name and face attached sorry#its better for my sanity that way
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5 & 6 for the worldbuilding game!
What are some cliches, tropes, and/or plots that commonly appear in stories written by your world’s inhabitants? What were they inspired by? Why are they popular?
Iegoan fairytales, dramas, and poems are famously extremely melodramatic, and a common trope (particularly in the realm of romance) is that of star-crossed lovers. The most common incarnation of this is the classic "human man, Diathim woman" love story: the tale will inevitably end with either the ill-fated couple parting ways, or one fatally succumbing to the power of the other.
An outsider might regard this as an Iegoan obsession with sorrow, but the truth lies in the fact that the indigenous near-human ethnicity, the Diathui, emerged from such couplings. Humans and Diathim are genetically compatible to a fault; as the Diathim are the physical manifestations of pure light, they can theoretically reproduce with any sentient, but will always die in the process.
What is a common way to subtly insult someone in your world, without crossing into overt rudeness? Gifting an item with negative connotations? Addressing them more familiarly or formally than normal? Backhanded compliments?
As the importance of charity is emphasized in Drolism, the native Iegoan religion, it would be taboo to turn someone away completely. However, giving someone the cold shoulder would be done in the form of excessive formality. For as charitable and welcoming as the Iegoans are, they are fiercely secretive and protective of their communities, especially when it comes to dealing with (unwelcome) outsiders. Knowing how tight-knit the villages can be, being excluded from the warmth of that community is considered the biggest insult of all.
Worldbuilding Questions
#my inbox is open#friendship time#oc stuff#oc fic lore#my fic#star wars worldbuilding#iego worldbuilding#omg steven universe reference whaaaat#and lowkey mass effect bc in my lore diathim are exclusively female but can also reproduce with other females#but they are always the biological mothers
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Omega and Crosshair’s murder mittens
Hybrid batch: clone force 99 (and omega) are hybrids of Jango and another species
Diathim Omega | Zyggerian Crosshair
#star wars#the bad batch#tbb#tbb crosshair#tbb omega#tbb hybrid au#the bad batch hybrid au#hybrid au
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The Bad Batch S3 Trailer Part 5
Hunter (I think) looking down on a rocky canyon/destroyed city (hard to see with crap quality.)
Ship I don't recognize, landed (crashed?) in snowy terrain.
Hunter and helmetless Echo in snowy terrain.
Big creature leaping up through the snow/ice and trying to chomp somebody.
Somebody (probably Hunter, with the backpack) leaping nimbly out of the creature's way.
Hunter (?) completing his dive as the thing bites into the snow.
No idea. Some kind of explosion. Almost looks like underwater.
More explosion.
SOMETHING humanoid flying. Pretty sure I see wings. (Kinda looks like a Diathim.)
Multiple people (Hunter in foreground I think) rappelling down lines from a ship. Maybe The Marauder? Looks too big, though.
Someone else with very skinny legs rappelling. They cut quickly away before you can see who it is. Hmmmmm.
Wrecker's big old leg as he starts to rappel down.
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Short Grumpy Men and their Tall, Fancy Partners stay winning.
After working on Polly I of course had to give it a go at Machuriel and well... I can't just leave Machuriel all alone like that so @cheraxny 's Hiram was next. You can't quite tell in the photo but his armor parts were seperately cut and glued on with a bit of space to the base.
[ID: three photos of paper versions of Hiram and Machuriel, two OCs. Both are shown from the chest up.
Hiram is a Theelin Mandalorian with pink skin and green hair and beard. His right eye is completely black while the other is pink. He's wearing pastel green and pink Armor and a pale yellow poncho over it.
Machuriel is a Diathim with shoulder length, curly hair which is made out of curled paper stripes. Their eyes are blue and they're wearing a blue shirt and a little pink necklace.
In the first photo both are shown next to each other. The second is showing just Hiram with his poncho off and the third is just Machuriel. /End ID]
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Babe Across The Bar [LGBT+ Fem!Reader]
Warnings and Information: Feminine LGBT+ reader who expresses romantic/sexual attraction for more than just men. HOMOPHOBES BEGONE! List is primarily TBB centric, with a few bonus Clones. Minor suggestive content/dialogue. Pining. Gay Panic™. Mentions of alcohol. Sprinkling of Mando'a. Minor language. There's one line that could be interpreted as the reader experiencing being outed against her will, but kept vague in Tech's section of these snapshot scenarios. Hardcase's section deals with homophobes. Doesn’t follow the typical headcanons put into bullet points format because I ended up being a little too inspired for these! Some of these also deviated from the original prompt, but I feel they still relate enough to warrant inclusion.
Word-count: 4,694
Prompt: How would the boys (any boys, all the boys, whomever boys) react to their gal friend/crewmate and/or feminine S/O commenting on how stunning another girl is?
Hunter (Crewmate offering to be your wingman)
His eyes often flit to the door whenever someone walks in out of habit in large part to his senses. Keeping an eye on his surroundings. Things he was trained to do. So he notices the attractive woman who's just strolled in through the front entrance of 79's. Her clothing, her hair, her nails are all beautiful and immaculate.
And he notices how your breath hitches in your throat when you see her. But it's not insecurity or jealousy that made you do that. He's caught on for a while now that you "swing more than one way" as it were. But you've never been explicit in your words, or given him the big speech, so he's kept his mouth shut. If a member of his crew has something to tell him, he wants to give them a chance. You're no different.
But the comment under your breath is enough to finally ask. "Oh Maker, she's gotta be one of the angels from Iego…" You've just compared her to the Diathim of Millius Prime, practically swooning.
He takes a sip of his drink, eyes trained on the bombshell beauty you seem to be pining for. "You wanna go talk to her?"
You shake your head rapidly at him, trying not to choke on the drink in your hands with the fruit-flavored and colorful, jelly-like particulate. (It's new to the novelty drinks menu at 79's, so Hunter's not sure how it tastes, but you seem to like it.) "Oh stars no!" Did he misread the situation before him, were you looking at her with jealousy after all?
You sigh, putting your head in your hands with a groan. "She's so out of my league… She's probably only here for the troopers, anyways." you add solemnly, finally slumping forward in your seat at the bar top. Hunter sets down his glass and plants a steady hand on your shoulder in a gesture of comfort. He's still getting to know you as a regular part of his squad, in all fairness, but he should have trusted his instinct. You did seem to have a thing for women.
So maybe he could offer to help.
"Well… if you've had enough liquid courage and want to try your luck, I'll be your wingman, cyar'ika." he says, giving you a friendly pat after slowly sitting up. You'll think about it, you murmur.
You never end up making a move to so much as introduce yourself to her, much, much too nervous. At the end of the night, Hunter, who had tried to coax and encourage you several times throughout the night, just gives you another pat on the back. "Maybe next time, cyare. Don't feel too bad." As you walk back to the Marauder together, Hunter won't pressure you into it of course but he offers to help you practice for next time, if you think it'll cheer you up. As part of his squad, there'll always be the banter and the teasing of course, but Hunter will always offer to help.
Crosshair (Initially confused (+ insecure) partner)
Sight sharper than a knife, he was not quite afraid to check out the beautiful woman hanging off another Clone's elbow once upon a time. But now, with you, he keeps himself in check for the most part. You've briefly had that talk as a relatively new couple, that really it’s okay. It’s only natural to look. We’re all kriffing human, after all, aren’t we? The whole possessive ownership aspect is weird and icky to you, and you’re not gonna get yourself in a twist just because you catch him glancing at another woman. But he realizes there's probably something else you should have talked about together.
You like women too, and you’re looking at them just as much. It's hard to miss by the fifth instance of a remark like "Oh, she's cute!" and subsequent gestures with your glass to indicate who you're looking at. He's trying so hard not to feel like you’re testing him. Like you’re playing some little game by calling his loyalty into question, just how “obedient” he’ll really be. "Oh, yeah?" There's a strange twist of discomfort in his guts that he can't figure out. Is he jealous? Is he upset? (Should he order something to eat from the overpriced appetizer menu?)
"Yeah, I mean, look at her," you invite him with a flashy smile, "she's cute!"
He blinks at you with mild concern. He's heard alcohol brings out a different side in people, and he can't recall the full array of what you've had to drink. "Are you feeling alright?" He's unsure why he's so bothered. Is it because you're not paying attention to him?
"Better than alright, Cross. What's wro-? Oh. Oh shit didn't I tell you?" you set down your drink with a soft laugh and an apology, face looking flushed in a way that has nothing to do with the red and purple club lights. "I, uh, I play for more than one team, romantically at least. I'm sorry if I never told you, Crosshair."
He frowns for a split second, but he quickly answers that there's no need to apologize. He was a little confused at first sure (and perhaps slightly envious that you were commenting so openly on other people who weren't him), but he takes a look now at the woman you had indicated. She's not just cute, "Oh, the smoke show in the red dress?"
"Yeah. That's the one." you nod approvingly, the movement slow and deliberate. "She's a stunner, ain't she?" Certainly is, he agrees. (One of his brothers sighs playfully and makes the remark that nights out to 79's, or any bar for that matter, will get a lot more interesting from now on.)
The rest of the night carries on this way, you making the occasional glancing once-over of another trooper's arm-candy for the night, but most of your attention is given to Crosshair. You're with him for a reason. You know how to behave yourself, for kriff's sake. Any inkling of the horrible, hateful stereotypes of your orientation being true are so far from reality. You don't make passes at everyone you see. You keep your comments innocent and general if you decide to get a little gutsy and talk to one of them.
The redhead's got curls to die for, what kind of product is she using?
That is such a cute dress (with pockets!) that you have to know where she got it, because you swear you've seen fashion like that on Naboo.
Sorry if this is weird to ask but she's totally wearing a designer fragrance from one of the Core Worlds, right?
By the end of the night, Crosshair is reassured that you're not playing any kind of game with him, and perhaps the two of you will be having another talk to smooth out any wrinkles he has in his understanding of your orientation; but you promise him over and over you're with him for a reason in case any of your comments tonight made him feel any doubt. Just because you swing more than one way does not mean you're going to leave in the event you feel a stronger preference for women for a while. You love him.
And he wholly believes you.
Wrecker (Your enthusiastic hype-man)
"Oh shit." You hunker down in the booth seat, wide-eyed and breathless.
Wrecker reflexively glances down at the casual fatigues he wore to 79's tonight instead of the dark red and gray armor he typically wears. "Wha'? Did I get dip on myself again?" He doesn't see anything, so he takes a look at you, and that's when he notices you practically halfway under the table. "Did you drop something? I can lift the table so it's easier to-!"
"No!" you blurt out, sitting up. "That won't be necessary! Don't lift the table!"
You're starting to confuse him. "Then what's wrong?"
"She's here." A slightly shaky finger is pointed across the Clone bar, where seated at the counter, is the woman who's only ever shown interest in the other girls often brought here, or the dancers. You've had a not-so-silent crush on her for ages but didn't want to go and try anything. Until last week when she turned down what must've been the hundredth trooper. "Sorry fellas, afraid I'm not interested. But you'd all definitely be my type if I was into men." Oh Maker you'd been a hopeless mess.
The endless inner cycle of 'do I want to BE her, or do I want to be WITH her?' had finally sorted itself out in your head after that.
Wrecker knew from the jump that your romantic and sexual interests did not begin and end with men when he caught you staring at the same woman as him in a dirty jumpsuit on the airfield. And then literally caught you when you tripped over Tech's box of tools in your distraction. Ever since, he's done his best to help you make a move over someone you were clearly feeling something for.
"Go talk to her!" Wrecker encourages you, nudging your ribs with a careful elbow, "Say hi!"
"Maker, I can't, she's so pretty a-and like-? Oh Wrecker I can't even explain it… It's like I look at her and I just-"
Wrecker chuckles softly, leveling you with a look that tells you he knows exactly what you mean. "Have trouble thinkin' straight because she's gonna be paying attention and you don't want to kark it up?"
You bite your bottom lip so hard he's worried you'll make it bleed and get it all over your pretty little outfit. "Y-yes! I'm so nervous…"
He tells you not to worry about it too much, you're overthinking it! "Introduce yourself, mesh'la. You'll kick yourself for days if you don't." Okay, okay, he's right. Here goes nothing, you say. You slip out of the booth seat and sidle up to the drinks counter under the notion of ordering another drink first, but your crush takes notice of you in her proximity, and all she manages is a pleasant hello before you're a grinning mess. Wow, you had it bad for her. You stammer through your introduction, and give her your name as you say it was nice to meet her, and sure, you'd love to chat while the drink slinger whips something up!
In one of your many nervous glances around the club, he makes sure you get a clear view of his approving thumbs up. You're doing great! You end up talking to her for nearly forty-five minutes before she has to leave, she's got work in the morning, but she's scribbling something down on the bar top that Wrecker can't see.
"Hey, look at you! You did it, kid!" Wrecker cheers as you walk back over to the booth in a daze, your eyes focused on the slip of flimsiplast in your hands.
"Sh-she gave me her comm frequency… What does that mean?"
Wrecker can only laugh. Oh man, guess even you will have your help-how-do-I-function-around-a-girl-I've-never-even-met-a-girl moments he's seen many Clones have.
"I think that means she wants to keep talking to ya, ad'ika."
"O-oh." Is all you simply say. "Holy kriff I did it. I talked to her." you add after a long, long pause as Wrecker adds the number into your contacts for you, just in case the flimsi gets wet and you end up losing the number before the night is over.
"You sure did! I knew you could do it!"
Tech (Not-so-surprised friend)
To him, the fact that you have a romantic, perhaps even sexual interest in women is as obvious as the fact that the phenotypic eye color for (most) Clones is brown.
That's simply just how it is, in his world. But he has extensively researched how significant a coming out is for people such as yourself who do not fall under a heteronormative scope. He does not ask. He does not hint to you that he knows. And if he has let it slip, he is careful to express that it is not a big deal.
Not a big deal in the sense that he would end a friendship with you, or view you as if there was something "broken" and "defective" about you. That would be rather hypocritical of him after all. Well, sort of. He's more deviant than defective, because his genetic mutations do not hinder his ability to perform as a competent soldier of the GAR, and much like your inclinations, that is not something he has control over. He is simply a Clone from a "bad batch" much in the same way that you are a woman who fancies other women.
If you were to even come out to him, he has already carefully considered what he would say to you. He values your friendship and your company. He would very much like to maintain this by saying the right thing.
That he is glad that you trusted him enough to share such an important facet of yourself. That though, quite honestly, he has questions, he will save them for another time. That he understands you must be nervous, scared even, but he will never treat you any different than before you told him. And he most definitely will not tell you that he deduced this months ago.
But blast him, when you sent him a message asking to meet up at 79's a little earlier before the typical meetup, he was so certain that this was the conversation. So he had been mentally coaching himself on what to say, but more importantly what not to say so much, that when you slipped into the booth and said "I wanna tell you something, Tech…" it slipped his mouth faster than a Mon Calamari in water.
"That you like women?"
Oh shit. Oh shitshitshit. That was the thing he was supposed to refrain from saying or asking!
"Hah… Was I really that obvious? Did I worry for nothing?" You ask with a sincere laugh. You're not offended, or angry, or anything in the slightest. In fact, you look relieved. "...Tech?"
"I'm so sorry." is all he can offer. Oh Maker, he's so incredibly sorry, he tells you. He's robbed you of the chance to have a very significant conversation about what many deem unnatural, but in fact it's not; just before you joined him in their usual booth at 79's he was reading an admittedly rather heartwarming article about same-sex couples occuring in the galactic animal kingdom before you arrived, actually! (Everything from the little nuna to the mighty and magnificent purrgil!) But he's suspected this for some time and didn't think it was his place to ask. He's sorry he's ruined this chance for y-
You interrupt him with a laugh as you take one of his hands and squeeze it reassuringly. You just laugh and laugh, a grin from ear to ear the whole time before you settle yourself. "Oh, Tech… It's okay! I don't care if it didn't end up being surprising to you. I'm just so glad you understood that you shouldn't say something just because it was obvious in this case. Thank you. You're a good friend. Not everyone has been."
He's sorry to hear that, first and foremost. "But I am… glad that you trusted me enough to want to tell me."
Echo (Friend who's known for ages)
Echo carefully tests whatever fun and colorful drink you ordered for yourself as you give his a try. The two of you have been friends for ages, since before the Citadel. So that means Echo's known nearly as long as you've been friends that you swing more than one way. In fact, it was surprisingly comforting to know that had not changed since ending up in a Techno Union chamber.
"Hey, cyar'ika. Can I ask if you… Would it be weird to…" he sighed sharply and says he's just going to rip off the bacta patch and ask. "Do you still like women in addition to-?"
"Don't worry. That hasn't changed while you were gone." you told him, wrapping him up in a careful hug on one of those first nights since he'd been freed and given time to rest. To fill himself in on what happened in the galaxy around him since being plugged into an algorithm. "Welcome back, Echo."
He sets the drink down and shakes his head, and you give him back his beverage with a disgusted shudder. "Ugh. How can you stand that?" you both tease each other in tandem.
"I don't understand your taste in beverages, but at least I understand your taste in women." Echo rags on you with a mischievous smile, indicating someone across the club who's been staring at the drinks menu for the last three minutes. "How about her? Clone News Network suggests she's a little shy, perhaps, but I've heard you have a similar hobby. That's something, hm?"
You scoff, knowing well enough that the rumor mill requires taking things with a grain of salt. "Oh no, that's not enough to just-"
"She's also of 'multiple persuasions'." Echo assures you, quelling that particular anxiety. "Believe me, I asked around rather… extensively." he suggests.
"Oh, did you now?"
"Mhm."
"Are you trying to set me up on a d-?"
Echo shakes his head. "Mm-mn. Only asked if any of the boys had gotten a vibe, or heard anything. She's pretty forthcoming about it, turns out, so it's not like this was something I found by invading her privacy or betraying trusts." He's a skilled tactician, he reminds you gently, and he understands that asking around takes delicacy and knowing that you can't just ask any ol' brother.
He's nothing but mindful, as ever. "If you wanna do anything about it, that's up to you. You get more out of something when you want it, I wasn't going to set you up for something against your will."
You take a thoughtful swig of your beverage and set the glass down on the bar top once more. "If I did… would you help me plan on how to make a move? You know I'm a little hopeless with this stuff. Guys are one thing, but, I dunno, it's different when trying to flirt with another woman as a woman." you admit with a nervous laugh.
Of course he would, Echo promises sweetly, kindly as ever.
BONUS CLONES
Fives (Gives you advice)
Between reminding Hardcase not to go in rotary cannons blazing nearly every mission, and coming up with sufficient battle strategies as an Advanced Recon Commando, Fives is nearly convinced that he'll go gray by the time he's, what, technically fifteen? Nearly.
So in a way, he loves when you send him a message asking for his input on low-stakes stuff. No one's in any danger, he's not worried about a brother's safety, and he still gets to show off how smart he is.
>Oh Maker Fives help there's a total babe here tonight I think she's super cute but I don't know if it's safe to make a move or say anything what do I do
It's 21:00: are you at 79's?
> Yeah why
79's is a pretty accepting establishment, so see if anything she brought with her or is wearing has any kind of pin, or keychain or deliberate color scheme, Ka'ra. Take a deep breath.
He chuckles as he watches the bubbles start and stop at the bottom of the messaging feature repeatedly. Poor you. Must be so nervous. So worked up on your own anxiety and panic that you might benefit from a second, teasing reminder.
Ka'raaaa. Did you take a deep breath, silly? I don't care what the song says, love is not a battlefield, you don't need to panic.
He thinks for a second and changes his mind.
Actually no, scratch that. It is, but it isn't. You still need a strategy, but you need to have a level head first.
> You're right, you're right. Taking a deep breath
Captain Rex seems to materialize behind him and over the shoulder like a hologram, peering down at the screen out of curiosity. "Those don't look like reports. One of our brothers having a little lady trouble at 79's again?"
Fives laughs in good humor. "I'm not exactly sure why I got designated the 501st's biggest flirt, but I'll take it, Captain." He can get plenty nervous and unsure of what to say like anyone else, but Fives cares about his brothers; of course he's going to do his best to help them. "No, it's our favorite mechanic here on Coruscant." He trusts his Captain will exercise his discretion and make no mention of knowing the romantic and sexual persuasions of their friend if she hadn't made explicit mention to him. "I see. Well, wish her luck for me. I've got my own reports I've put off long enough."
"I'll have mine in by 21:30, Captain!" Fives promises, knowing he'll probably be helping some of the Shinies learn to fill them out properly once again. A little extra guidance and another source of advice goes a long way for many, brothers and friends alike.
> Good call about looking for pins, Fives. I think I'm in the clear
He's not totally sure what that color scheme ties to when you describe the personal touch this "total babe across the bar" has added to her handbag looks like, but the simple fact that you're now fairly sure you're safe to flirt with her (if that's what you decide to do) brings you a lot of relief.
Him too, honestly.
You gonna go for it, mesh'la? The Captain and I wish ya luck if you do!
> I'd have to think of the right words first, but thanks Fives. You coming to 79's later tonight?
Have reports to finish up, so we'll see.
> Your's or some of your brothers'? (Is it Hardcase's again?)
Very funny, Ka'ra. I just try to be helpful to whoever asks.
> I'm only teasing~ You're a very smart dependable brother, and friend, Fives. Next time you come to 79's if it's not tonight, I'll buy you a drink as a way of saying thank you.
Fives smiles. He'd like that, he responds. He wishes you luck once more, and says he should get a start on wrapping this particular report up since it contains information the Captain will need to report to General Skywalker with.
Never told us there'd be this much damn paperwork to do as part of our training on Kamino if you're gonna be made an ARC trooper.
> Good thing you're smart, Fives. I'm confident you'll figure out something wicked intelligent, like how to stop this war one day. 🩷
Captain Rex (Doing his best to learn and support you)
"Huh… gotta say, there's certainly a lot to try to understand; I might still have a few questions about it, but I'm not gonna pry into it if you don't feel like explaining it." The Captain admits, scratching the back of his neck with a soft chuckle. "I'm not quite up to speed on all this, but-"
"Rex, it's okay." you assure him. "I know you're doing your best. I only told you a short while ago, remember? And hey," here you take his hand and give him a friendly squeeze, "it took me a while to realize this stuff about myself too. It's not always like the media where it just… "clicks", suddenly! It's almost like a building suspicion, or passing thoughts that you try to excuse at first, but then you realize that you're feeling these feelings and thinking these thoughts more and more. And that's when you tend to figure out "Oh, hey, that term I found on the Holonet describes me!" and it all makes sense. For the most part."
"Oh?" Rex asks, intrigued.
"Sometimes you find a label or orientation that fits you better than one you were first using." you explain, scribbling down a few labels off the top of your head onto a scrap of flimsi you had among your things as you met up with the Captain for a cup of caf on your day off, "Like say, you think this one best explains you," you circle an example, "so you use it for a while. But then later you hear about this-" you x-out the first label and circle a new one, "and you find it does a much better job of explaining how you feel. And there was nothing wrong with identifying with the first one for a while until you found what fit better and changed it, either."
He nods thoughtfully, very clearly mulling this over. Then it hits him. "A little like, well, when a Clone finds their name?"
"Yes!" you cheer, "Yes, kinda like when a Clone finds his name! Maybe he thought he wanted to be called Skip for a while, but he decided he felt more comfortable with naming himself Tripper after hearing someone else say it for the first time."
He thinks he better understands this now when he thinks of it in this context, he explains with a smile that suggests a lot of relief. He's just so busy, but he wanted to understand what you meant after the last night out you had with the 501st and you were all sharing embarrassing stories. Rex wasn't a stranger to the fact that men could like men and women could like women, but some of these other labels were lost on him.
"I've been around a while, but I have to admit I don't know what that means." he sheepishly replied when you explained what your orientation was as part of your embarrassing situation. But now that he knows, Rex wants you to know you'll always have his support.
Hardcase (Identifies as a Kriffing Problem if you don't respect his friends)
It's good news for you, bad news for the nasties when they decide that they want to be antagonistic in a safe space. You wanted to check out a new, very accepting bar in the area, and had asked Hardcase to come along with you to help ease your nerves about it.
His lively energy would do everyone some good, you figured. He was friendly and personable, so he'd get along with everyone. And you were right; Hardcase truly does get along with everyone from the snappily-dressed bartenders to the other allies who are there to support their friends in case there's trouble.
Everyone except the bigots. He's always been all-smiles off the battlefield due to his energetic nature, and you've never seen him drop a smile so fast. When it's time to get serious, Hardcase gets serious. "What the kriff did you say?" He's not asking because he didn't hear what insults had been lobbied your way, he's giving the other guy a chance to back down and leave if he knows what's good for him. "I know you didn't just say that about my friend."
The other guy repeats himself, louder this time. "I said anyone who identifies as a-"
"I'm about to identify as a kriffing problem if you don't shut the hell up." Hardcase warns him one last time, putting himself between you and the antagonizer who overheard you mentioning there were a lot of cute girls here tonight.. "Sorry that you feel so threatened by a woman finding someone other than you attractive, but that's a "you" problem that you should take somewhere else." He suggests they take a hike to 79's specifically. He conveniently "forgets" to mention that it's a Clone bar, and as the troublemakers leave, he tips off a few of his brothers about what's headed their way.
"Don't worry about them. They'll find out how many of us identify as a kriffing problem before they think about trying this again anytime soon." Hardcase promises, his sweet and charming smile present like it never even left as he checks on you after the fact.
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Another separated AU
Okay but what if the disaster twins were... Mandalorians?
And the sunrise duo are... Jedi?
And one day the twins get hired to protect the senator of Hosnian Prime from bounty hunters and two Jedi padawans were assigned to protect the same Senator and they just... Meet?
What if:
The boys are pretty much four of the last six specimens of their kind and were sent to Splinter (a former Jedi master who left to be with the love of his life but became a Mandalorian after completely losing his way) via Big Mama (the senator of Hosnian Prime, who is also his ex and sort of ditched him after he left the order) because she knew the children would be safe with him.
Splinter immediately feels that three out of the four babies are force-sensitive but doesn't want them to become Jedi (because he resents them for taking him away from his family when he was a kid), but one day, Draxum (another Jedi master and former friend of Splinter) comes to collect them and Splinter struck a deal with him in which Draxum only takes two children while leaving Donnie (the only one who is not force-sensitive) at least with one of his brothers so he won't grow up as an only child?
What if years later, Big Mama's life and her apprentices are in danger and therefore require protection from the Jedi order, but Big Mama also cashes in a favour with Splinter so he and his sons come to protect her as well? Only to meet Raphael, Mikey and their master Draxum?
Of course, Casey and Usagi are also there!
Both of them are Big Mama's apprentices and Usagi is going to become the next senator of Hosnian Prime once Big Mama retires, while Casey is set to become his right-hand man. Both are from influential families and while Casey has 100% human ancestry, Usagi has Diathim ancestry which makes him appear slightly more attractive / almost hypnotic to others in the room. Usagi is also a human in this au, which will become more important after Order 66 gets issued and the imperial era starts.
The plot will mainly revolve around the topic of reunion and protecting Big Mama from her own people rebelling against her, but it will soon take a twist once the reason why her own people plan to kill her comes to light.
I don't know man, I love the idea of the disaster twins being Mandalorian so much and it's literally burned into the back of my head and I just can't stop thinking about it.
#writing#star wars#rise of the tmnt#rottmnt#author#rottmnt au#rottmnt leo#tmnt#ao3#rottmnt donnie#rottmnt raph#rottmnt mikey#rottmnt fic#rottmnt fic idea#mandalorians#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt separated au#order 66#leosagi#yuichi usagi
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What do you think about stories from a galaxy far away about celestial beings?
The galaxy is filled with beings who aren't corporeal like you and I. Spacefarers have passed on stories of their existence for millennia. Some of them, like the Diathim who live on the moons of Iego, are eventually discovered to be physical beings after all, though there are whispers of many celestial beings throughout the cosmos who still may be just that—mysterious beings who we may never fully understand.
That's why we keep exploring.
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YOU ARE BORED AND I AM IN YOUR ASKS.
What's the question you've been secretly hoping someone would ask you about one of your fics?? That thing only you know, that little detail, that easter egg, that thing that every writer has. ❤️
gosh i have so many little secrets but most of them will only get touched on in the future (in the mud fic, but also others)
usually it's related to the frankly absurd amounts of worldbuilding i've been doing for serenno specifically :P
but if i had to pick one thing that is very close to my heart its that the mandalorian spy on Coruscant in Meanwhile On Mandalore is Elan Sleazebaggano, aka the disgraced former med student that wanted to sell Obi-Wan deathsticks in canon.
there were only the vaguest of hints and its something that literally is just for me
#also names. a lot of times i put quite a bit of thought behind names when i choose them for ocs#or chanon characters that need to be renamed#but im not faulting anyone for not googling my oc names whenever they crop up XD#thanks for this ask#it had me think about all the fun stuff i have planned and not yet published#like the senatorial blue guard lore#the entire flowchart of the jedi service corps subsections and powerdynamics#the diathim and half-diathim satine headcanons#why qui gon is how he is#why yoda is how he is#tarre vizsla lore#adaan kryze lore (renamed for less psychological damage for my jewish friends)#the fucking dathomiri witch conlang ive started#the high serennian conlang and how it relates to their own force traditions#and probably more#gosh there is so much#random boli thoughts#answering asks#for my fic#me writing
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Introduction to Iego - The Diathui
With an endonym meaning “People of the Diathim,” Iego’s indigenous near-human ethnicity is shrouded in secrecy and mysticism. Hailing from the original human inhabitants of Iego and the Diathim who ventured beyond its moons, the Diathui are an ancient race with a proud history.
In ancient times, during the era of rudimentary space travel, a human sleeper ship crash-landed on the planet; in the ensuing chaos, the population separated into multiple warring bands that ultimately evolved into the legendary Twelve Tribes. It became the precedent for the tribes to be led by half-human, half-Diathim hybrids. As time went on, the majority of each tribe’s population eventually all had traces of Diathim ancestry, often as a result of each chieftain’s expansive harem–at least, according to legend. While the tribes themselves have long since disappeared, individual Diathui will often claim ancestral ties to a certain tribe, although the only real value to this is bragging rights. Individual cultural distinctions of each tribe have fallen into obscurity, and it can only be assumed all their attributes evolved into a single overarching–yet still small–culture.
There are few Diathui left on Iego, numbering only in the thousands, yet their mysterious reputation is firmly cemented in the minds of the wider galaxy. Often referred to as “fairies” or “elves,” these epithets are regarded as patronizing at best, fetishistic at worst, and overall derogatory. Stereotypes about them are quite widespread, mostly surrounding their mystical heritage and religion. For example, one common misconception is that Diathui are immortal, citing their Drolic healing practices, angelic ancestry, and generally longer-than-average lifespans. They’re regarded in a way similar to both the Ghostlings and the Dathomirians; they’re infantilized and made into objects, like the Ghostlings, and are viewed as esoteric tricksters, like the Dathomirians.. For the most part, however, the Diathui are seen as purely fictional, much like their parent species–little more than magical beings from a fairytale.
The rumored supernatural abilities of the Diathui are the primary focus of the stories surrounding them. All Diathui have baseline features stemming from their Diathim ancestry–faintly glowing skin, mild radioactivity, a wider spectrum of vision–but only females inherit the sacred powers, save for the legendary Drolic prophet who united the Twelve Tribes. Details surrounding these abilities are closely guarded by the triyi, who are selected from among those who display the most prominent powers. These sacred powers are indeed manifestations of Force abilities, although a handful of which are most likely exclusive to those of Diathim ancestry.
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