#cirz

[amarcia]

Mandala.

My ocs Cirz and Enah. [previous comic with them]

✨🌙 ART LOG -> @404ama

Text is based from an end scene of the movie Mandala 1981

#star wars #sw fanart #sw art #jedi oc #padawan oc #gffa #star wars fanart #oc comic #sw comic #sw oc #star wars oc #jedi #jedi order #fan character #order 66 #the force #forceposting #art #oc #original character #oc art #cirz #enah #pantoran #pantoran oc #pantoran jedi

[gwiazdowe]

Ok but if we are bringing synthetic lightsaber crystals back I need every Jedi to have an Opinion (tm) about them. There are going to be masters that vibe more with artificial rock as opposed to illum crystal, i need there to be 5 hour long holocron record on why that's so and some poor initiate has to listen to it as a preparation for their lightsaber making. So anyway Cirz would sure think artificial crystals speak different but you go figure out what he means.

#cirz vc: they have an accent #(im just half serious now but ahshdf) #ooc #headcanons

[mayxthexforce]

Just Know You're Not Alone || Drakka & Cirz

Starter for @gwiazdowe

"This is Master Obi-Wan Kenobi. I regret to report that both our Jedi Order and the Republic have fallen, with the dark shadow of the Empire rising to take their place. This message is a warning and a reminder for any surviving Jedi. Trust in the Force. Do not return to the Temple–”

Drakka wasn't sure how many times she'd watched the holographic recording of General Kenobi, playing it over and over as she tried to process everything that had happened in such a short time. The Jedi Order was no more. While logically she knew that she couldn't be the last one, there was a part of her that couldn't help but wonder. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on the force, tried to feel anyone else who might be out there, feeling as lost and as helpless as she did. But the moment her vision was engulfed by darkness, all she could feel was the heat of a blaster bolt coming far too close to hitting her face, and the smell of burning flesh as her master seized their attackers' attention, driving it away from her, earning her a chance.

Her fingertips pressed against her scalp near the bases of her horns, the pain bringing her back to the here and the now. It wasn't the best way to bring herself back to the present, but it worked. It seemed to be the only thing that worked when her own will wasn't enough to free her from that descending spiral of uncontrolled emotions.

But neither her father nor her master raise her to be emotional. No, they raised her to be rational and that's exactly what Drakka was trying to be. Rational. This was a matter of inertia now: her master had died to keep her away from harm, so she had to keep moving forward, away from the threat that was the Empire and its minions, away from Coruscant, the planet that never quite felt like her home despite most of her life being spent there, but that filled her with such a deep ache in her chest now that she had no choice but to leave. Coruscant as a planet might not have been home, too much technology, too little of what truly interested her: ruins, history; but it was where the Jedi temple was, and the temple was– had been her home.

Her thoughts were interrupted by SOMETHING. A small, repetitive sound that came from one of the crates, her only company within the smuggler ship's cargo hold.

With soundless, calculated steps, Drakka stepped towards the crate, lightsaber in hand. Anything could fit in those crates, from a scrap rat to a spy droid and she wasn't going to take any risks– or she didn't mean to take any risks, but the closer she got, the more that repetitive sound began to sound to her like a heartbeat and, while scrap rats definitely had hearts, they didn't tend to be so loud even for a Zabrak's enhanced senses.

It was that heart that made her reach the crate with her empty hand instead of pushing the blade of her saber through it.

She knew the code. Macter always used the same code for all the crates he transported. But she didn't need it. SOMEONE had already forced the clock. All she had to do was push the lid back and there he was, lying with a large shipment of now squished meiloorun fruits. A CHILD.

"Oh..." It'd been a long week. It was taking her brain longer than Drakka was proud to admit to process this. There was a child in the crate. Her lightsaber found its holster faster than she could think of what she would do next, which was and get the child out. "OH! Force, you shouldn't be here. Why- oh..."

The boy's clothes, Drakka would recognize that sort of outfit anywhere: Padawan robes.

#||in character: drakka judarrl|| #& cirz #||rp: just know you're not alone|| #||verse: our time is coming; drakka judarrl||

[oflightsbeam]

The holo call begins: “You may love to know Jacen just ate the entire jar of meiloorun jam you left us, and keeping it on the top shelf did not help because, Umm, /someone/ can jump very high now.” The holo recording shifts to the young child happily licking the treat off his hand. “Yeah! And how are you?”

The smile that appears on Hera’s face is probably the first real smile she’s had since — she lost count. She hates being separated from her son, no matter how certain she is that he’s in the best care possible. The love Jacen has for Cirz has been obvious since day one, and Hera suspects that it’s because Cirz is force-sensitive, too. She hasn’t seen her son act this way with anyone that isn’t officially part of her crew so far. 

Her smile might be real, but it’s also a sad one. Sad that she wasn’t there to witness the chaos. 

“He can have all the meiloruun he wants as long as he doesn’t make himself sick, they’re not candy.” No, the fruits are much healthier than that – and easier to obtain now that she’s away from Lothal most of the time. The thought of Jacen jumping around is nice, though. Just as nice as the old days when her clan of younglings used to bounce as high as possible with the Force in the safety of the Temple’s walls. 

“I’m fine, I’m on my way home, we’ll be there in a few hours.” There wasn’t that much fighting, this time. There weren’t as many deaths as she’s used to by now – which is why their mission ended earlier than planned. 

#* ⠀ you’ve got to talk to it right. ❪ ⠀ answered ⠀ ❫ #* gwiazdowe (cirz) #v * ⠀ what we need is faith. ❪ ⠀ jedi au ⠀ ❫ #YELLS THIS WAS SO CUTE

[iconac]

a cant of the head belies a subtle display of interest, even as they do not yet meet @gwiazdowe's gaze. " and you're sure about this? " they ask, not unkindly, but offering little more than that. " you could always try something else. "

#no joke i would die for cirz #gwiazdowe #im love him #↘ ]⠀w.⠀:⠀replies. #↘ ]⠀v⠀:⠀o.⠀unsorted.

[thelightsabcr]

Cirz stands up on the stool-chair and gently pets master Kenobi's head, because master Kenobi seems troubled, so Cirz is helping now. (for the meme)

Obi-Wan had been troubled indeed (and very busy), so when Cirz climbs up and pats him gently on the head, he loses his train of thought. He blinks once, then glances over at the little one, he can't help but to smile though. "Thank you." He says, returning to his work; though now there is a small smile adorning his lips.

#ic #ask answered #thank you for asking! #on mobile #I can only imagine cirz being like: Look! I'm helping! 😁

[hxdrostorm]

@gwiazdowe​ has sent: [  🪁   ] does your muse have a special talent or hobby they devote themselves to? why is this talent or hobby important to them? - for Rex

headcanon memes inspired by things i like, part 2. [Accepting, SPECIFY MUSE]

[  🪁   ] does your muse have a special talent or hobby they devote themselves to? why is this talent or hobby important to them?

// Despite his chaotic life at the frontlines, Rex still managed to develop one hobby which he is very devoted to: bolo-ball (their version of football). The clones already played for recreation, a version of bolo-ball (it may be a fun game, but it is obvious that’s meant to be another form of training, one that helps them develop a sense of comradery and teamwork).

It wouldn’t be until he was out of Kamino, that he learned more about it and truly got invested into it. Rex is so passionate about it, that he tries his best to keep up with his favorite bolo-ball team any way he can. It could range from trying to listen to a narration on the radio, during a short break from the war. Try to watch it on TV, whenever it is possible. And he always tries to sneak into the stadium, whenever a match takes place and he happens to be stationed in Coruscant.

It is another one of the few things, that help him get his mind out of the war. And it is a passion that he tries to pass it onto his men, he shares it with them. One of the 501st’s favorite activities together is to play bolo-ball, and it is all because of Rex.

#gwiazdowe #ooc / #« fandom : star wars » #look!!! He'll take lil cirz!! To a bolo ball play!!! #▸ captain rex | headcanon ◂ #thank you for the ask!

[exitiosae-arch]

@gwiazdowe​ sent : ❛ there are too many sad eyes on happy faces. ❜

One thing Anakin knew, even if he wouldn't consider himself an expert on children, one someone his age ; such words shouldn't be spoken by one who was so young. In no ways shape or form it was something that was okay and he hated that it was the war, one the Jedi were currently partaking in, that gave the young Padawan such ideas.

They truly grew up way too quickly. " You noticed, mh? " He did as well, of course, could feel their gazes on them as he walked amongst them. What used to be a nice village, from the look of it, was now the remnants of a battleground. One they brought in, not by starting in, but only by taking part in the battle. " It's hard being happy about a victory, when the weight of what you lost is much bigger. "

#ANAKIN SKYWALKER. ( ANSWERED. ) #ANAKIN SKYWALKER. ( MAIN VERSE. ) #gwiazdowe #sorry for the late reply !! #featuring. gwiazdowe. ( cirz. ) #q. #this is so sad #omg

[amarcia]

It came to my attention that people don't know Cirz survives

#i should give old master cirz a better hairstyle #ama talks #cirz

[hopeintheforce]

@gwiazdowe

"Come on then. Show me what you've learned today."

#gwiazdowe #oh to be young Cirz and get to train lightsaber combat with ahsoka #lucky little pandorean

[gwiazdowe]

#ic #cirz going around the temple with another survey #sw rp

[mayxthexforce]

As We Travel || Mellichae & Cirz

Starter for @gwiazdowe

Mellichae knows the clones aren't there for him. HOWEVER, they ran into him and, in his book, that makes up for just as dire a transgression as if they'd actually been after him.

Despite the weeks —or had it been more than a month? Mellichae didn't really venture in Republic-adjacent planets all that much in the first place to know for sure when it had started— since the galaxy had flipped on its axis, the child before him still reeked of the Jedi. It wasn't a scent Mellichae could describe as anything other than that, the smell of a Jedi. If the kid had just been wandering around the place, then others were soon to realize too. Jedi, young and old, just had something in the way they engaged with the world around them that made them stand out like a Wookiee in a barbershop.

Soon, there'd be someone else after him. Most likely more clones. Nowadays, those guys live to hunt down Jedi.

It would have been easy to kill the kid. Mellichae doubts he is old enough to have gotten that much training while under Jedi protection, and he knows that Jedi tended to coddle their young. Striking him down and being done with it would have been way quicker and less painful than him being gunned down by troopers– way more merciful, too. He ponders the option for a moment. His chin tilting up while his red eyes, glowing in the darkness of the alley, stare down at the kid.

Then, he turns on his heel and walkes away.

This isn't his problem, nor is it his place to go around giving mercy to the strays of the galaxy. He'd known better than to get into any of the Jedi's messes back when they were seen as the good guys everyone wanted in their corner, and he knows better than to linger around one for long now that they are seen as little more than traitors, a pest to be eradicated from the galaxy.

If the kid is smart, he'd use this moment of respite to get out of there.

#may the queue be with you #||in character: mellichae|| #& cirz #||verse: from the shadows; mellichae|| #gwiazdowe #||rp: as we travel||

[bolithesenate]

I just came from a snowy mountain hike and felt inspired.

@amarcia Cirz is so adorable and I think he should get to play in the snow sometimes :3

#star wars art events #other people's ocs #star wars #padawan oc #i had so much fun drawing his little side bun braid thing TT #my art

[vanisketches]

Christmas gift for @amarcia !!

Cirz is a gift to the world 🫵

TYSM for the awesome year and the awesome friendship!! May we have a lot more to come our way!

#my art #artists on tumblr #traditional art #star wars #oc art #gift art #sw oc #amarcia

[hxdrostorm]

@gwiazdowe​ has sent: ❝ words can’t hurt me these shades are gucci . ❞ @ frodo

high quality meme starters [Accepting, SPECIFY MUSE]

He stared at the small jedi in his hands, then looked down upon the bystanding ARC cadets who failed their training regimen, just a few minutes ago. Fordo had a wide smirk on his face, as he watched the expression of utmost shame and humiliation on the younger clones through the see through bucket’s visors.”You have heard today’s words of wisdom, now stand still and remove your helmets. The boy-- padawan wants to see you guys up close.”

#gwiazdowe #▸ tertiary muse : captain fordo ◂ #JHBSDHDDSGV OH NO LIL CIRZ #« fandom : star wars » #thank you for the ask! #lil cirz's adventures in the petting zoo

[unaciertamirada]

Tarde . . . #landscape #landscapephotography #landscape_lovers #sunset #nature #naturephotography #naturelovers https://www.instagram.com/p/CirZ-nHDEBr/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#landscape #landscapephotography #landscape_lovers #sunset #nature #naturephotography #naturelovers