finally got bored enough found the time to get around to this; here’s some of my best/fave pieces from last year. like i said, i didn’t draw regularly enough both throughout the decade and just w/in 2019, so i couldn’t really put together an “art summary” so to speak. but i mostly tried to avoid stuff i’ve already posted here before, b/c otherwise there would’ve been so fucking many more i could’ve added--and speaking of which, check out my art story highlight on my ig, which has pretty much everything from last year, plus some from 2018

top row: all tähtien valo (w/ the middle being from their inquisitor au) middle row: an homage to seeing my fave edm artist (droeloe) for the first time back in november; barrow, in by far one of my better attempts at her hair (and reminding myself how to draw her cybernetic arm); when i finally figured out how to do light colored hair in my style third row: two of jey-min kenobi based on some different photoshoots of her face claim surrounding my fave one of naydie grenlan last: eighth brother and a 5-year-old tähtien in a parallel i’m still appalled it took me that long to realize, kdsfhj

HAPPIEST OF HAPPY BIRF. TO THE ONE AND ONLY JEY-MIN. MY LOVELY SWEET DARLING JEY BABY--or, Jeybie, if you will--WHOM I LOVE OH SO VERY MUCH.

lovingly born on Kelona 18th, 19 BBY!

just as i did w/ last year’s post, i’m gonna be pretty sparing when it comes to talking about backstory stuff b/c honestly? i don’t trust like that, gfdshfj. i know how fandom feels about ocs like her, what w/ her deep connections and other relations to a number of canon characters, so unlike her bff Tähtien, she’s so much tougher to be open about.

i guess the highlights to know is that she’s a Jedi, thus the orange lightsaber that came about from a kyber crystal pendant she wore as a child. she was very much so an active part of the rebellion under the tutelage of her (technical) second master Deasamu Lacrimosa, and after the war was over, she agreed to be a part of a series of missions hunting down any remaining Imperials hiding out across the galaxy. at one point, she and her partner went deep undercover on Arkanis, where she stayed w/ the couple who contacted her higher-ups asking for help to free their city. long-story short, she volunteered to be a surrogate mother for them and the child was born Force-sensitive. but since she sort of already had a padawan at that point, she got back in touch w/ her former master, who recommended the boy be trained by her previous padawan before Jey. so basically everyone’s all got their connections some way or another, lol.

but ye. there’s a lot more to her; i got about just as much on her overall story as i do for Tähtien, so that’s definitely saying something. though, as i said in last year’s post, i’m so incredibly protective of her, so. seems like she’s gonna be the more mysterious of the two??? question mark?? it just goes to show how much i love her and want her to be safe. my darling lovely Jeybie. whom i love.

links to their family, both blood-related and extended: Ora-Lin Kenobi (mother), Noridian Gedmar (father), Vivian Gedmar (paternal grandmother), Eri-Xin Kenobi-Bridger (oldest daughter), Myrrine Kenobi-Bridger (youngest daughter), Cai-Lan (grandson through Eri),

Celia Farmendeer (Ihme’s mother), Torren Farmendeer (Ihme’s father), Ihme Kenobi Farmendeer (surrogate son/godson), Darrina Velki (Ihme’s adopted daughter),

Keskiyön Sateenkaari Valo (surrogate daughter)*

*not adding that whole family line b/c literally just reference Tähtien’s post at that point, hfsjhg

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happy mom’s day to all my sw mom ocs!

vivi gedmar, ora kenobi jey kenobi, celia farmendeer aamun valo, jasne niebo-valo parker cassidy, uma lulei weylani grenlan, meg urgo

[not included is tähtien’s mom (b/c she’s shit and doesn’t deserve to be recognized) and jey’s oldest daughter (who’s not technically a mom yet)]

edit: dad’s day post!; updated mom’s day post!; updated dad’s day post!

#artistvsart is going around again on twitter and i just.. wanna be a part of something... https://www.instagram.com/p/Btrpn99AA0Q1Cxk7vivtvNf5ZUixj0H2kGUWkA0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1g30otov84qbr

darling, darling Jey. the happiest and most heartheart-felt of birthdays goes to you, dear darling Jey

yes, today marks the earth-equivalent date of Jey-Min Kenobi’s bday. i guess my first proper mention of her was in this old lady friday post where i gave a brief overview of her plus the first fic i wrote for her. and ever since, i’ve always been nervous about talking in detail about her (at least publicly) b/c i know how people feel about 1) ocs related to canon characters, and 2) oc x canon relationships. so i just. tend to keep stuff to myself when it comes to her (save random/vague tags in my general oc inspiration tag, lol). and for now, i’ll continue to do so b/c tbh? i find it very hard to trust people when Jey’s involved nowadays; it’s just. easier for me. less to worry about in terms of people being disapproving or dismissive. there’s enough in that post i linked, so i’ll leave it at that for now.

just know that i love her. so much. and that’s why i’m so, so protective of her

outfits in order: top row: pre-original trilogy/anh; hoth/esb; battle of endor/rotj bottom row: post-ot (main outfit from the bulk of her story and literally the exact outfit i designed for her in my notebook); taris mission; sequel trilogy

edit: here’s a post about her mama! and one for her dad too! and her oldest daughter! and her youngest daughter!

it's been a while since i last drew something, so here, have a jey

also slightly unrelated but i recently made a new twi’lek jedi oc from tcw era and i was just thinking how she could be jey’s master during the ot since obviously jey’s uncle is busy helping w/ another 20-year-old padawan on dagobah. but ye, i have like. very little on who this new oc is, like i don’t even have a name for her yet (i literally came up w/ her like. two days ago??), but of the few things i do know, i’ve certainly seen her as kind of loner. like she’s friendly enough and people definitely notice her when she’s in the room/wants to be seen, but she’s more than happy to keep to herself and stay out of the limelight. so like honestly it could’ve been easy enough for her to survive order 66 and eventually join the rebellion w/o anyone thinking twice about it. like “oh yeah, she’s just always been here” or something, idk. so at some point, she and jey meet and she decides to train her. b/c why not???

oh gods, i just. realized a thing.. jey got to watch her uncle “ben” die not too long after discovering her powers... Tragic (tm)

i heard it was Lady Friday and that @starwarsladies put out a call for oc’s, so uh. here i am i guess?? w/ a little fic (just over 2.3k words) featuring one of my sw ladies. i shall preface this by saying i’ve not shared anything about any of my oc’s on this site before, so this is kind of a first for me, b/c i know how some people can be about 1) oc x canon, and 2) oc’s related to major characters, both of which this oc falls under.. but! this is not a shipfic, i promise! in fact, i’ll (try to) give a brief intro:

name: Jey-Min Kenobi age: about 23/24 (at the time of this fic; born 19 BBY) appearance: light-skinned, bluish-gray eyes, yellow-orange hair, 5′8″ (so save those last three things my face claim for her is Deborah Ann Woll) affiliation/occupation: the Rebellion/Resistance; a Jedi telekinesis Sage (her lightsaber is orange) other general things: friendly; kind of an oblivious idiot sometimes; can flirt like a champ w/o actually meaning to do so (she just thinks she’s being nice); panromantic/asexual af; hates being cold; loves cute things; was best friends w/ a jawa growing up--as she was raised by her uncle Obi-Wan on Tatooine; can speak a lot of different languages (tho not necessarily fluently) and can swear in even more; enjoys music and knows how to play the space-equivalent of a banjo; never met her parents as they were killed by Separatists when she was only a month old--and thus has underlying issues revolving around motherhood b/c of it; a great baker (tho not at the time of this fic; that comes later); considers Luke, Leia, Han, Chewie, etc. to be family; is one version of my first ever star wars oc/concept for an oc and is friends/allies w/ another oc of mine who’s the other half of that original concept

but ye, in terms of plot, a quick note: this fic mentions some things that involve events that my friend @fettjango and i have come up with in our own sort of. au i guess you can call it; it also mentions a couple oc’s of theirs as well. long-story-short, their oc Fareema, who at one point worked for the Empire, has offered Leia and the Resistance information on any remaining Imperialists in the galaxy, such as where to find them, and Jey offered to accompany Ezra Bridger on said missions to take down said Imperialists. this fic takes place after the first of those missions. so w/o further adieu, here goes nothing??

Jey-Min Kenobi stood outside the gray stone dwelling that had served as her home for 19 years, the home her uncle, the great Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, had raised her in. But she was not thinking of the Jedi Knight he had revealed himself to be in his later years. She was thinking of the man named Ben, a simple, kind old man who spent his days caring for his late twin sister's daughter and their herd of bantha, and occasionally helping any other locals out of tricky situations should the need arise. She closed her eyes, picturing the door as she last saw it, when they first welcomed Luke Skywalker and a couple of rebel droids into their home, changing both his and her own lives forever. When she opened her eyes again, gazing upon the sight of a door nearly hidden entirely by the sand that had piled up over the past four years, she'd realized the tears had already begun to fall. She thought back to when she had asked her new friend, Ezra Bridger, to take her here and continued to question if this was a good idea or not. He had been fine with making this quick pit stop but had volunteered to stay behind with their ship. Jey thought to herself that he probably didn't care much for this planet's climate, as not many people did. And while that was one of the many things that made this place home, the memories this home held of times and people now long gone made it difficult for her to see it as anything other than a tomb. Not only was Obi-Wan dead, but so was Old Ben. And with him, Jamie Kenobi--a version of herself that had known nothing of Jedi and their lightsabers and their control over the Force. Of their involvement in the Clone Wars and connections to those who created the Empire, who had been in power since she was an infant. The lies told to keep her safe, the people she had never been told about and the legacy they had left behind--a legacy now carried on by a man her own age whom she had always known to be just like her: a simple child of a desert planet with nothing special about them. Jamie Kenobi had never left this home some five years ago. She had died in this very building and Jey-Min had left in her place. And now she was terrified of the ghost of herself she knew to still haunt this place. One last time she thought of going back to Ezra empty-handed before she raised her hands to clear away the sand and opened the door using the Force her uncle so truly valued. As she stepped over the threshold, the ghost of Jamie took over, and she saw the home she always knew. It wasn't the most elaborate or expensive home, but they never needed it to be. Adequately-sized rooms, square windows, round pillars, arched doorways, all made of the same grayish-white stone as the outside; cool the touch and always a welcome respite in the sometimes near-sweltering Tatooine heat. The way she saw it now, things were in their place as she had last saw them, in their proper places all nice and neat and clean. She and her uncle weren't necessarily the meticulous type, but they understood the value of a tidy home in a dust bowl like this. And what would seem to many as old relics or antiques strewn about the place in some sort of decorative manner were almost like treasures to them. Things collected of a time long passed that, perhaps when she was younger, she didn't quite fully appreciate. But as Jey-Min looked through Jamie's eyes, she began to wonder if she and her uncle were actually a part of that collection as well. She noticed the tears flowing more steadily now, though she did not know if they were Jey-Min's or Jamie's. At this point, she didn't even know what she was looking for. Whatever excuse she had told Ezra had since been forgotten; now she just wandered aimlessly from room to room. But the longer she stayed, the weaker Jamie's grip on her became, and she began to see things as Luke had last described them to her. He had come back to their home planet four years ago in search of something; she couldn't remember exactly what for. But one of the stops he made was back here to the old Kenobi family homestead, and it was here where he had ran into the Mandalorian bounty hunter Boba Fett. Luke had described their fight to her in cautious detail, knowing full well she wouldn't have appreciated him unintentionally trashing her childhood home like this. Nor was he prepared for the sudden appearance of sand people, who must've either wanted in on the action or perhaps an easy target for a scavenging run. Either way, as her feet kicked aside bits of rubble and scrap, and as her fingers traced the blaster holes in the walls, she had to fight the growing urge to turn and run. While Jamie's hold on Jey-Min's sight had been released, her presence within the home still remained. Jey-Min would turn at the sound of a young girl giggling and see an afterimage herself being lifted into the air by her uncle, and when she moved into another room, she would see herself again, this time playing with toys that now lay discarded or in pieces on the floor. Eventually it all became too much for her to bear; she raised a hand to cover her mouth and slumped against a wall, slowly sliding down to the floor as she began to openly sob. She wasn't sure how long she had sat there, but eventually she calmed down enough to realize she was in fact alone. No more mirages of small children and dead uncles, of a home still in a functional state. Just a lone Jedi amongst the sand and debris. Her tear-stained face turned slowly as she took everything in one last time, her chest rising then falling with a deep, heavy sigh. 'I shouldn't have come here,' she thought. 'There's nothing left here for me.' Jey-Min finally rose to her feet and made her way back out into the midday Tatooine heat, but as she turned to close the door for the final time, she saw Jamie standing just inside, watching with sad yet angry eyes as her future walk away. But together, the two versions of Obi-Wan's niece raised their hand and wafted it to the side, sealing the entrance for good. Jey half-ran, half-briskly walked back to the ship, eager to get off the planet, as she tried to wipe her face clean with her hands. She knew it was a mess and would certainly give away the emotional ordeal she just went through. And she felt she trusted Ezra (as much as one could after only knowing him for a few days so far), but she wasn't sure if she was ready to explain herself to him just yet. Pausing at the bottom of the loading ramp, she took one last moment to collect herself, but before she could make her way up, she heard the familiar beeping of R8-V2, the Imperial astromech on loan to them by the Chiss woman who started them on these missions to begin with. "Well," Jey sighed, "if everything was alright, I wouldn't look like this, now would I?" She slowly trudged her way up the ramp but still made a point to pat V2 on the head as they beeped a reply, which did make her chuckle. "Yes, I'm sure your 'weird blue mother's stealth tricks' helped out more often than not in these situations, but honestly I'm already such a mess, I'm not sure there's anything that could save me at this point. I'm just too far gone, I'm afraid." Ezra was slouched across the captain's seat when Jey stepped into the bridge. "Oh hey, you're back," he called over a shoulder. "Was starting to worry you'd gotten buried alive in a rogue sand dune or--" He stopped mid-sentence after doing a double-take when he caught sight of her face and scrambled to his feet. "Woah, are you okay? I-Is something wrong; did something happen out there?" The genuine concern in his voice nearly made Jey break down all over again, but she managed to hold most of it back this time. "I'm fine," she lied, raising a hand to stop his advance. "Or, at least I will be. It's just... too many memories.." She shook her head slightly, annoyed with herself as she felt a couple more tears escape. Quickly wiping them away, she tried to laugh it off. "I promise I'm not always like this." "Hey, it's alright," he chuckled a bit awkwardly. "I know it can be.. difficult coming home after a long time being away." "Yeah, it's.. it's cool; I'll be fine, I just.. let's just go; we should report back to Fareema." "Okay, if you're sure." He slid back down into his seat as his co-pilot just nodded, settling down into her own seat, and within moments they had left the surface of the planet, made it up into its atmosphere, and blasted off into hyperspace. They had sat in a somewhat uncomfortable silence for a good while before Ezra felt a pair of eyes seemingly boring into him off to his right. He turned to catch Jey staring at him for what certainly wasn't the first time this mission. "Uh.. you're doing it again," he pointed out when she didn't turn away after being caught. A quiet "Hm?" was the only reply. "Staring at me." "Oh. Sorry." It was almost as if she had been broken out of a trance. "I'm just.. trying to remember your face. Sometimes memories are.. all I have left of some people." "Right... Are you sure you're okay?" Jey took a moment to think about how she wanted to answer, leaning an elbow on one of the arms of her chair and placing a hand on her cheek. "Not even Nara and Dolo were still around," she muttered almost half to herself. "Who?" "A couple of banthas that were part of a small herd my uncle adopted when I was little." She smiled when Ezra laughed in disbelief. "Oh yeah, we had a fair few; those two were the oldest. "There was this one time when I was still quite small and wasn't quite old enough to know not to play with large animals unsupervised, but anyway, that's exactly what I did. I just thought they looked nice and cuddly, like giant, woolly blankets, so one evening I thought to myself 'I'm gonna sleep outside with Dolo and Nara tonight' and I just.. snuggled right up in there with them. And at first, it was pretty great; real cozy, y'know? Until somehow I just sorta. Fell into them. Like I was just lost within the void that was their fur almost instantly. "I didn't panic though, like I had faith that I'd be fine. If anything, I thought it was pretty funny at the time. But then I heard my uncle calling out for me, wondering where I'd run off to. And instead of calling back out to him, I stayed right where I was, all nice and quiet-like. But clearly I wasn't quiet enough; I heard him getting closer to where the herd had settled down for the night, so when I was sure he was standing right next to us, I popped my little hand out and waved at him. And to this very day, I will never forget the sound he made." By this point, Ezra was nearly doubled over with laughter. "That's incredible, holy shit!" "Yeah, we kinda did that a lot to each other; we weren't the most responsible family, got away with a lot of shit. He'd even take me with him when he'd stop by the local cantinas to drink, and at the time I wasn't even in double digits yet age-wise. "Actually, y'know what's funny?" Ezra jumped slightly as Jey continued, and she realized she may've spoken a bit more aggressively than she had intended. "All those times my uncle would stop in to drink? He was a responsible drinker as far as I was aware; either that or he just had a much higher tolerance than most. But I asked him one time why he drank so often and he told me, 'You remember all those stories I told you about your uncle Ani? That's why.'--now it fucking makes sense!" "Uncle Ani; who's that? I didn't know Obi-Wan had a brother." "'Ani' was short for Anakin. As in Anakin Skywalker, his former apprentice. Darth fucking Vader was technically my 'uncle'." Jey took a moment to take in what she just admitted, placing her head into one of her hands. "Gods, I'm really glad I didn't know him growing up; it probably would've made me drink as much as my uncle did." "Yikes, yeah. I had the misfortune of running into him a couple of times, and those certainly weren't.. pleasant experiences..." Another short awkward silence followed, but this time it was V2 who decided to break it. They beeped out a story about a time when their "weird blue mother Fare" climbed up to the top of a stack of crates during a bit of training with her commanding officers when something on the ceiling had caught her attention. Of course V2's punchline to the story was to say she had been "on top of things". This spurred another round of laughter from the two humans, and they then proceeded to swap stories from their youth about momentary lapses of judgement and the like. This lasted all the way until they made it back to their home base, and by the end of their journey, they knew this would be the start of a very interesting partnership.

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i figured it was time i finally made a masterpost of all my sw ocs since i have so fucking many now. i’ll start w/ families and such, and try to keep them all grouped together in a somewhat coherent manner.

the Kenobis Jey-Min Kenobi // Ora-Lin Kenobi // Vivian Gedmar // Noridian Gedmar // Eri-Xin Kenobi-Bridger // Myrrine Kenobi-Bridger // Cai-Lan

Valo Ætt/Jah Karai Tähtien Valo // Pimeä Valo // Kultainen Valo // Aamun Valo // Jumalan Valo // Jasne Niebo-Valo // Tuli Valo // Arvokas Valo // Taivas Valo // Minun Säteilevä Valo // Auringon Valo // Ilta Safiiri Valo-Grenlan // Rylin // Hugo Conrad Delaunay-Bellegarde // Bérénice Delaunay // Collette Bellegarde // Keskiyön Sateenkaari Valo // K-6RK // Myrkur Málmur

Dathomir Natives Darthustra Morden // Pious // Aberrant // Ixu Zasatani

Siren’s Echo Barrow Cassidy // Jesse McCarty // Serena Dolei // Barnaby Jobaila Jacoby // Lydas Jacoby

Siren’s Wail & Associates Parker Cassidy // Ellody Marhn // Sidgree H’rev // Isom Cassidy-H’rev

House Grenlan Sevlo Grenlan // Weylani Grenlan // Preela Grenlan // Naydelia Grenlan // Chandi Grenlan // Leonnell Quithios // Megarrera Urgo

Grim Twins Hailgrim & Hildegrim // Zosella Lulei

Lulei Family Umali Lulei // Bris Lulei // Dreylin Lulei // Ohsini & Peihsa Lulei

Wikksen Family Darryl Wikksen // Ussah Wikksen // Feldine Caddius // Erika Norcius // Harigold Caddius // Gillby Norcius // Gathens Caddius // Antolemy Norcius

Inquisitors/Project Harvester Targets Covna Lyddah // Fareighn Brio // Asali O’Leary

Imperial Deserters/Rebel Agents/Mercenaries/Jedi Ophias Dell // Atticus Polt // Elienai & Eluzai // Roy Marshend // Deasamu Lacrimosa // Giuseppe Gillespie // Vince Keaton // Ada Vyrene // Kameron Vyrene

Doctors Goorla Dothar // Kanto Jobaila // Celia Farmendeer // Torren Farmendeer // Ihme Kenobi Farmendeer // Darrina Velki

Parents Beccidi Streter // Zhannal Streter // Rini Halo // Lamoj Zeila // Shana Felidy // Gambon Felidy

happy birf to Eri-Xin Kenobi-Bridger!!!! born Relona 9th, 13 ABY!!

Jey-Min’s oldest daughter and Myrrine’s older sister! and as with both her mom and grandma Ora-Lin, i decided to keep w/ the hyphenated first name theme. b/c why not. and arguably it might be my favorite, but don’t tell the others.

she’s definitely the more active/sporty/athletic of the two sisters; she’s also more active in the sense of wanting to be part of the bigger picture too. in fact, at some point she runs off to join the Resistance, and the reason i say “runs off” is b/c idk what her parents are up to at that point. otherwise, she’s more than welcome to join in the fight at any point, b/c frankly that’s how she was raised. she wants to help and fight the good fight; that’s why she’s practically always training, be it on her own or w/ her father--which is why she’s more of a daddy’s girl than her sister, and why the shape of her lightsaber actually matches her dad’s Rebels s1 lightsaber. she opts for a design that can be easily mistaken for just a fancy blaster b/c if she can hide the fact she’s Force sensitive, that can really work in her favor.

and as for the rest of her family, of course she’s close w/ her mom and sister too, but she absolutely considers Ihme to be an older brother, regardless of blood relation. Celia and Torren are also like the closest she’s got to grandparents given that all her biological ones are dead, and even tho both her parents are only children, Tähtien is still w/e gender neutral term for aunt/uncle you wanna use. not to mention just a lot of people their parents know are basically her extended family in some way or another; not to say she was like some sort of prodigal child or anything, but she was definitely well-loved when she was brought into this world.

edit: a post for her son!

~one year later...

i had at least one idea for her son’s dad, but now i’m just super on the fence about it, leaning more towards it prob not being him. but at the very least, it’s highly likely someone she met in the Resistance. for now, i’m resigned to the idea that she just ends up a single mom b/c frankly i really don’t know what direction i want to go w/ her in terms of romantic relationships, ghsjkg. and i’d have to check my timeline, but i’m sure Cai-Lan is born well after the events of the sequel trilogy, so like. on one hand it’s not like it’s super important but given i already wrote her son into her story, tbh i just don’t wanna take that from her.

hap birf to Ora-Lin Kenobi!! born Helona 35th, 57 BBY!

Jey-Min’s mama, Noridian’s wife, and younger twin sister to a very well known Jedi of the same last name (pls don’t make me say it as i’m trying to keep these posts out of known/popular/canon tags, ajfhdsjkf).

when she was born, no one expected her to live very long, as she was very sick and weak. but, by some miracle, she managed to recover and actually lived well into her adult years. at some point, she got into the merchant business and became quite the shrewd businesswoman. and it was through that trade where she met her eventual husband Noridian. she had zero interest in a relationship at first; she was 100% focused on her work, but eventually decided it was time to settle down a bit. and even then, it was another several years after their wedding before they finally decided to have children.

they only had the one; a daughter named Jey-Min, whom they only knew for just shy of a month before they died during a Separatist attack. Noridian was on his way home from town when the bombings started and was among the first to die, whereas Ora was able to start making her way to the nursery before part of their home collapsed on top of her. her daughter ultimately survived and was adopted by her uncle, but Ora-Lin herself never met her brother (let alone hardly knew anything about him).

~one year later...

tbh i always find myself focusing more on her relationship w/ her mother-in-law than her actual parents, i guess b/c they’re sort of in the same profession? i think when i originally wrote this all up, i didn’t have an exact job description in mind other than a basic “merchant”. whereas now i see them more in like. the farming type business; more specifically orchards. probably need to research a bit on space!fruit trees i guess but i like the idea of essentially apple and orange equivalents, and really just any kind of sub-product you’d get from those two. maybe one family did one type of fruit and the other family had the other, and they just combined everything after Ora and Noridian got married.