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mrsfeiix · 7 months

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“Ni kyr'tayl gai sa'ad Fox”

I know your name as my child

Amazing piece of Tal’karir and Fox by @cobaltbeam

This makes me melt into a puddle of pure wholesomeness 🥹

#star wars #the clone wars #clone troopers #commander fox #felixoc #mandalorian oc #foxy #mando oc #commander fox needs a hug #tal’karir adopts commander fox #tal’karir #mandalorian adoption #mandalorian adoption vows #commission

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kryhara · 5 months

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More Misc art 🫶

- cirrus + cumulus :)

- smiley vessel

- Aurora ghoulette and mando OC Rook

- Omega ghoul approved Terzo 👍

- IV and III staring longingly into each others eyes lol

#the band ghost #ghost band #ghost bc #ghost fanart #cirrus ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #nameless ghoulettes #sleep token #sleep token vessel #vessel iii #vessel iv #sleep token fanart #ok last post today I think #aurora ghoulette #terzo #papa emeritus lll #omega ghoul #mando oc

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weatherbane · 9 months

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bust comm for @coffiicorgii of their mando oc~!

#weatherdraws #star wars #star wars oc #mandalorians #mando oc #commissions

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barriss-and-coffee · 9 months

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My friend doesn't have any socials to tag but he made me an amazing piece of my Mando 😭.

Her name is Zay Rau and she's a slicer and mechanic at heart, much more comfortable behind a datascreen or under a Starship than in an actual battle

#star wars #star wars oc #mandalorian #mandalorian oc #mando #mando oc #digital art #credit it seriously not mine he totally needs to make an art account #true mandalorian #star wars art

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engagemythrusters · 8 months

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idea: mando in pink armour with charms and cute stickers

his name is Guy Person he is 39 years old he is a Girl Dad™️ (his girls hate pink) he likes Hello Lothkitty and he only has 3 fingers and a thumb on each hand <3

#SLDFKJDSF SORRY I JUST COULD NOT TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY #I HAD TO MAKE IT FUNNY IM SO SORRY BELOVED MUTUAL #yes those are nods to My Little Spacepony and SpaceCareBears #mando oc #my ocs #star wars

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midnightcreator12 · 5 months

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Chula Verd Ref Sheets 2023

Read about where she's at in the Hunter and Turtles Series

More about her under the cut

Chula Verd is a hybrid between a Mandalorian Human and a Lasat. She weaves pieces of both cultures into her lifestyle but, since her mother died very shortly after she was born, she was raised by her Father and thus, leans more into her Mando heritage.

Sadly, the Mandalorian Clan War's end also brought the death of her Father. The pair had been with Death Watch for a time but Chula's Father did not agree with the plan Pre Vizsla was making. He had planned to sabotage the first attack on New Mandalore but Vizsla's followers learned of the plan and Vizsla ordered Chula's father be killed for treason.

Despite managing to escape, Chula's father was mortally wounded and died, leaving Chula orphaned and labeled a traitor to Death Watch at fifteen.

Chula traveled a lot over her next few years of life, her father had instilled a love of the star in her early on. She was angry and reckless but her Lasat heritage plus her fathers armor and training let her walk away from just about every fight unscathed.

In her Early twenties, she was in a cantina when a Jedi approached her. The Jedi, Astra Ader, had been tasked with recovering the local royalties daughter from kidnappers, since the ransom demanded for the princesses return was not at all feasible and her abduction had put a very delicate peace treaty in jeopardy. Astra said that she had planned to go alone but she heard a few whispers of a very skilled bounty hunter that happened to be in the area and since this mission was time sesative, she wished to hire Chula to track down the princess. Chula didn't much like the idea or getting mixed up with so political garbage but...the Jedi was offering a good sum and she was pretty and Chula was a little starved for some action.

The mission took only a few days, mostly because the kidnappers had moved the princess off planet, but Chula did her job. The Jedi was grateful and paid as she promised, Chula was surprised to find a little extra, and the two parted ways.

Chula assumed she'd never see Astra again but they kept meeting. The time between them meeting varied but, somehow, Astra kept approaching her in shady bars or crowded markets, with the promise of handsome pay for another job.

Eventually, Chula just gave Astra her communications code, saying that if she was going to be on the Jedi's payroll, might as well have a direct line. Astra seemed more than happy to call upon Chula's service anytime finding a person or persons was needed in her missions.

All the mission together drew the pair closer. Chula almost didn't notice how hard she was falling in love until years down the line. She never said a word, very aware that the Jedi frowned on their Knights courting people.

It didn't make it sting any less when the Clone Wars started and Astra's calls suddenly stopped.

Chula figured that she wouldn't see the Jedi again and, eventually, she'd move on. Except a few month into the War, Astra called, sobbing and begging Chula to help her becasue she didn't know what she was doing and she'd frozen and it had gotten her men killed. 'I lost so many, I killed them, I failed, please, I need help.'

Chula ran to Astra, because how could she say no? And helped the Jedi to be a proper general. It was at this time that Astra confessed that she had feeling for Chula. It wasn't an easy relationships, because Astra still held her duty to the Republic and Jedi over all else, but Chula would take it.

Chula became the honorary Commander of the 244th Battalion. She helped Astra with her tactics and working in active war zones, she started training the ARC troopers in Mandalorian fighting styles, she would spend days at a time on the star-ship, just bonding with Astra and the Clones. She planned to whisk them all away after the war (they were all to invested to even entertain the idea of a successful kidnapping during the war) because she knew that the Republic would not take care of them after the war ended.

But one mission threw all those plans out into the deepest voids of space

Chula is passionate, loyal, and adores children. She is very eager to help those she dubs friends and will not hesitate to crush her enemies. And despite the fact she doesn't like staying in one place for very long, she also doesn't do well when left alone for too long (depression, thoughts of suicide disguised as 'missions') And she wants to raise a little child of her own but, somehow, she keeps adopting teens and young adults.

#rottmnt #tmnt #lone hunter and turtle #star wars #tmnt au #fanfic #oc #mando oc

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sytortuga · 2 months

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"Yluuk"

OC based on my fic "Silent Help", which you can find in ao3.

#the mandalorian #the mandalorian fanart #star wars #star wars fanart #the mandalorian fanfiction #mando oc #Yluuk #traditional drawing #illustration

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commander-sarahs-art · 10 months

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I meant to post this forever ago but i did this piece of my girl Aara Lok, thats her in TCW-Empire Era💕

So Aara Lok in this universe, was the handmaiden of the duchess of mandalore and a childhood friend. Her scars come from the mandalorian civil war, and she also lost her hearing on her left side from the explosion that left her scarred! Aara lost her baby daughter and husband during Maul’s attack on mandalore and donning her armor once more she swore vengeance for her family and for her duchess, She join’s the siege of mandalore to oust Maul from power and once that is done she goes along her own path. She has no desire to be apart of any clan or group any longer, because she is far too tired of loss and her heart can’t afford to lose more. So she hardens her heart and begins to work as a bounty hunter, “living up to the stereotype” as she would tell you. Her bounty work takes her all of the way through the empire’s reign and it’s downfall, while actively working to undermine the empire for what they did to her people. She may be tired and her heart hardened but she loves the mandalorian people more than anything🌟~

#Mandalorian #Mandalorian OC #Mando OC #Star Wars OC #My Art #My OC #Aara Lok #Star Wars

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b1ackhorn · 9 months

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Yet another Mando character added to my roster :0

#mandalorian #mando oc #star wars characters #star wars #art #star wars fanart

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mrsfeiix · 6 months

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#SquashGoals

Side note: Tal’karir is only 5.8ft. I’ll leave the imagination to you all on what she is standing on.

#star wars #the clone wars #clone troopers #commander fox #foxy #felixoc #oc #mando oc #mandalorian oc #commander fox needs a hug #this clone is my son #tal’karir #tal’karir adopts commander fox #happy halloweeeeeeen #commander fox is tired #jack o lantern #vampire

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bolithesenate · 3 months

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okay no, I got bored halfway through lining and just slapped some color on these bitches

Je'Chessa is a Temple Guard, but not from Feemor's squad (and coincidentally the owner of the foulest mouth in all of Coruscant)

Uzemgo is one of the most accomplished Mandalorian poets of his time. He is the one that coins 'Mesh'lanovaar' as the mando'a word for the Temple Guard

and the little blue blob on his shoulder is his child, Toya.

#je'chessa stems from the idea of a jedi that is an absolute barbie until she opens her mouth #you would not believe how viciously this woman can swear #she's won contests #also did i spend entirely too much time writing 'sa sarad' in cursive mando'a for uzemgo's armor? maybe #he might as well be my self insert in this with the amount of fucking thoughts i have on mando poetry #random boli thoughts #my art #art for my fic #mando oc #jedi oc #jedi temple guard #once again i was too lazy to look up guard uniform references #sue me

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zerohski · 1 year

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My Mando Oc Khatuli Solus <3

If you like my work consider reblogging thankyou!

#zerohzart #the mandalorian #mando oc #starwars art #star wars #my oc art #khatuli #digital illustration #digital art

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kyberblade · 1 year

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Everyone, stop what you’re doing, and look at this!

Isn’t it fantastic?!

@aesnawan has done it again, with a brilliant commission I had done for @fordo-kixed-rex on her birthday! (Happy belated birthday, friend!)

It’s Ti and Grogu from my series Shatter, actively participating in shenanigans of course, (Well, Ti is the shhhh to Grogu’s enanigans) and on the crate are three components she helped me brainstorm over the last few parts of the story. (And by brainstorm I mean I said, “What if….” And she said, “ASDFGHJKL! How very dare you! Yes! It hurts! Please include.”)

Find yourselves someone like Dani, who lets you be absolutely insane and supports you anyway. Tells you to run with it. And gives you even crazier advice. ❤️

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kryhara · 3 months

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Obsessing over my own mando OCs had me actually attempting backgrounds (the attempt was not successful but whatever lol) 😭

Anyways this is Noctua to the left in the skirt and Vhek with the visor to the right

They’re super new but I’ve got some lore about them already:

Noctua is an armorer/blacksmith who still resides at her forge on a desert planet, even though her entire covert has since abandoned the place and scattered across the galaxy after an attack on their home. Noctua refused to leave her forge, as that is her home and her life work and she can’t just leave it behind. So she’s just by herself on this planet, the only mando around barely making enough money for food through fixing things for locals.

Vhek is a bounty hunter who doesn’t have much contact with other mandos, so what do you know when they touch down on this random desert planet for fuel only to find another mando! Probably bc of them both being extremely lonely they quickly become friends and Noctua even forges a piece of armor for Vhek.

After this whenever Vhek has free time between bounties and jobs they make sure to stop by Noctua’s forge so they can drink and talk together :)

#star wars #mandalorian oc #mando oc #star wars oc #i love these two

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dindjarinandlysakane · 1 year

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The Sweetest Taste | Chapter 6 - Bruises

Din Djarin is happy on Nevarro. He has a home, a family, what more could he want? But when a woman turns up selling bread and cakes at his doorstep, how can he not fall in love? And how can he also stop her from getting hurt at the hands of her partner behind closed doors? Will the hero save the girl and get the girl? Warm and sweet fluff/romance/hurt/comfort fic.

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Chapter 6

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Din watched as Lysa weaved easily between the stalls, buying ingredients here and there. Even bartering lightheartedly with the vendors.

At points she would turn to Din, who was lingering near to her, talking him through some of the rarer items being sold.

“Has Grogu tried these purple pears?” she said now, gracing him with a kind smile and holding out a curved purple fruit.

At her words, the Mandalorian gave a shake of his head. “I’m not sure,” he murmured.

Din knew that his son had lived for fifty years before meeting him. He was certain there were a lot of things he had or hadn’t done in that time, but none of that Din particularly wanted to dwell on.

Perhaps sensing his unease with the question, Lysa offered him a lingering look before turning back to the Snivvian stall holder.

“I’ll take eight of those,” she said gently, her eyes scanning over the fruit before her, pointing her finger at each item in turn. “And I’ll take…..six of the Giva and three punnets of the tufted mushberries.”

Item by item, the stall holder handed over the fruit which Lysa carefully placed into her basket. Before she extracted a handful of credits and held them out for the Snivvian.

But as she did so, the sleeve of her tunic slipped a little, revealing a large and nasty looking bright purple bruise on her forearm. It was blotchy and looked stark against her smooth skin.

Din instantly frowned.

He watched as Lysa thanked the stall holder before turning back to the Mandalorian, but her smile faltered as she saw him looking directly at her.

“What?” she asked curiously, her eyes roving across his beskar helmet.

Din allowed her to reach him before he turned, walking away with her at his side once again.

“Where’d you get a bruise like that?” he said before he could stop himself, pointing his gloved hand towards her now-covered forearm.

Din had been injured more times than he could count and knew what it was like to wake up with mark like that across his bruised limbs. Something that looked as bad as that did, you didn’t just get from bumping it on a counter.

But beside him he felt Lysa visibly stop in her tracks. Din turned to her just in time to see her eyes widen and her cheeks turn white.

But he was lucky to have caught it, for within less than a second Lysa had righted herself. As though a veil had fallen down over her features, shielding her visible emotions to the world- similar to what Din’s helmet did for him.

“Oh this thing?,” she said brightly, tapping her finger over her sleeve, but she made no move to uncover the bruise again. “Oh it’s nothing. I just knocked it getting out of the speeder yesterday.”

Din frowned, narrowing his eyes in her direction.

The Mandalorian had interrogated many people during his lifetime. He knew when someone was lying.

But was it his place to argue with her?

Din knew that at this stage he valued his friendship with her too much to question her.

That was what this was, wasn’t it? A friendship?

And so Din remained silent. Not saying another word on the subject.

For a moment he felt Lysa glance towards him as they walked away from the hustle and bustle of the busy Bazaar.

“Din, I-“

But before Lysa could say another word, she was roughly shoved aside by a man running past, arms laden full of trinkets from a nearby stall.

“HEY, COME BACK HERE!” came the gruff voice of the Weequay market vendor, pointing at the man. “THIEF!”

The short, red-haired thief was indeed quick. Despite being loaded with stolen goods he was at the corner of the street in a matter of seconds.

But unfortunately for him, Din was quicker. And in an instant, the Mandalorian had thrown out his fibercord whip and hooked the human thief around the ankles.

The man immediately toppled to the ground, spilling the items of precious metal in his arms, all over the ground.

Giving a grunt, Din strolled over to the man, who was face down on the ground, spluttering in the dusty dirt, and placed his boot flat to his back, pinning him down.

But Din didn’t even have to do anything more, for he turned his head to hear a screeching siren and a shiny landspeeder gliding it’s way into the marketplace, parting the crowd as it went.

It came to a halt just a couple of feet away from him, with the new Marshal and two of the city’s peacekeepers, clutching guns, quickly exiting the ship and surrounding them.

“We can take it from here,” came the robotic, yet familiar voice, of IG-11, as Din backed away, retracting his whip as the men grabbed the thief, hauling him to his feet and cuffing him.

He watched as the Marshal went over to speak to the market vendor, just as Lysa appeared at Din’s side, leaning in close.

“Actually maybe I will need that chaperone after all,” she said in a carrying whisper, her teasing eyes meeting with his, behind his beskar helmet.

Din’s lips twitched up into a grin.

Ten minutes later and the pair were strolling together through the North of the city, heading towards Lysa’s home. The sun was already way down below the horizon line, the streets awash in a golden shadowy glow.

Din knew that Nevarro was a bright and upcoming place to live, now becoming somewhat of a hub for travellers and settlers alike. But it was things like what had happened back at the marketplace, that reminded him that things had not changed that much.

Neighbourhoods like this still were privy to great poverty. And sinister goings on we’re still happening on these street corners and behind these rusted closed doors.

But despite living here, amongst all that, Lysa seemed to him, a light within all that darkness.

She was kind, smart, and brightened every space she seemed to be present in. Well, to Din at least.

He still hadn't forgotten their conversation just before the thief had disturbed them. But maybe he had been wrong. Maybe the mark on Lysa’s forearm had been caused by getting out of her speeder.

He knew that he needed to trust her. She certainly trusted him.

It was obvious from the looks Din had been getting in this part of town, that Mandalorians were NOT popular around here. Din being no exception.

But Lysa didn’t seem to care.

In fact she was more than happy to talk to Din, ignoring the looks they were getting from passers by.

“And so that’s how I left Coruscant,” she said smiling up at Din, swinging her basket easily from her hand as she walked. “And I was certainly poorer than when I arrived there, that was for sure!”

Din gave an easy chuckle.

Right now he felt more at peace than he had in a long time. Why did it feel so easy? Talking to Lysa like this? Just walking with her, at her side. Listening to her self-deprecating stories.

She sighed sweetly, staring ahead once more.

“Sorry…I talk a lot when I’m nervous,” she said in a kindly voice.

A frown line twitched it’s way between Din’s brows.

But as though catching his concealed expression, Lysa gave a small laugh, shaking her head.

“I don’t mean-“ she began. “I’m not nervous around you, I just-“

Din caught her cheeks turn the slightest shade of pink.

She turned away smiling.

But Din’s eyes lingered on her face just that little bit longer.

Was he crazy to want this to go on forever? Just the two of them, talking this way?

But before they could carry on, Lysa came to a stop, turning to him.

“Well here’s my place,” she said gently, her face painted with a graceful smile. “Thank you for walking with me. It was good to have some company for once.”

They stood on her dingy little street, having come upon her front door quicker than Din would have liked.

His heart thrummed a beat.

He wanted to tell her that he would be happy to walk with her anywhere, anytime. But he was not the kind of man to say something like that. Let alone to someone he barely knew, like Lysa.

He kicked himself for his internal anguish when it came to revealing his true feelings to someone. Too much time being raised amongst Mandalorians who never showed their faces, or their emotions either.

“No problem,” he said curtly.

Lysa stared at him for a long moment, that smile still lighting her entire face. And for a second it looked as though she was going to say something else.

But before she could do so, the door to her right slid open…

…only reveal Crix Val’shif stood on the other side.

He was wearing a black tunic, his salt and pepper hair slicked back to match, with a dark scowl plastered across his narrow features.

Almost instantly Lysa’s smile vanished.

“Crix-“ she said quickly, as the man’s eyes flickered between her and Din, and back again.

But not even acknowledging Din, Crix stepped out onto the porch, turning his back to the Mandalorian and stepping in front of Lysa.

Din bristled, clenching his jaw hard.

“An’ where have you been?” Crix spat, his nostrils flaring. “You said you’d have dinner on the table by sundown. I was supposed be at the Cantina already. And now because of you, I’m gonna be late.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t realise the time-“ Lysa replied in a hushed voice. Din could barely see her face over Crix’s shoulder, but could hear that she sounded full of worry. A lifetime away from the happy tone she had had not five minutes before.

Was it wrong for Din to hate this man? Crix? For he could tell instantly that he was trouble.

But obviously not appreciating Lysa’s reply, as quick as a flash, Crix grabbed her forearm hard, tugging her towards him roughly. The forearm which was already painted with a blue and purple mark.

At seeing this, the Mandalorian gave an instant growl beneath his breath.

But not paying any attention to Din, Crix jabbed a finger from his free hand skyward.

“You didn’t realise the time, huh? How about you look up at the damn sun next time,” Crix hissed into Lysa’s face. “Inside.”

And with that, he gave the blonde woman a hard tug, dragging her in through the doorway roughly.

Too roughly.

In an instant Din saw red.

He grabbed Crix by his upper arm, hauling him around to face him.

Din didn’t draw his weapon, and yet he was so angered by the way Crix had spoken and touched Lysa, he wanted to tear him apart with only his gloved hands.

But the thug’s face was immediately a picture of fury.

“Did you just lay your hands on me, Mandalorian?”

From behind Crix, Din noticed Lysa staring between the two men, looking horrified.

“Din, it’s ok, really it’s fine,” she said, her marsh-coloured eyes pleading with him.

She was breathing hard, her entire face white as a sheet.

For a moment, Din relinquished his grip on Crix’ shoulder, and the shorter man took his opportunity, tugging his arm from the Mandalorian’s grasp.

He turned to Lysa.

“I told you….inside,” he spat, pointing at her, as Lysa disappeared inside the house.

Din had dealt with situations like this many times over. With many people worse than Crix over the years.

And yet something about this situation had thrown him.

Perhaps it was knowing that Lysa was right there through the door, having asked, no pleaded, with him not to hurt her partner.

Crix suddenly turned back to Din, rounding on him.

He was an inch shorter than Din and yet stood nose to nose with him now, baring his uneven teeth.

“You ever touch me again, then me and my friends are gonna have to pay you a little visit,” he hissed in a threatening tone. “Don’t think I don’t know where you and your kid live.”

And with that, Crix Val’shif stepped back and hit the buzzer, causing the door to slide shut in Din’s beskar-covered face.

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