#Russoc Dhaalgondt

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✦ 4 BBY Versions ✦ 0 BBY Versions ✦

As I was looking through all my AI files, I thought it was cool to see how the main crew of the Lady Lucy had progressed over the years, so I thought I’d share how everyone’s changed from their first designs! I of course have more age-ups planned, but still, I wanted to show off these now that I have them done :D

#star wars #star wars oc #character design #devaronian #zabrak #droid #my art #my ocs #Hes Chaddic #Cerate Evis #Russoc Dhaalgondt #Vononnue D'ruexieq #Gemre G'vund #0R-D3

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Hey everyone! Even though I’m way behind my original schedule, I’m happy to say I finally got another chapter of Hes and Cer’s story done! I’m pretty happy with how this one turned out and I’m super excited to see where the story goes from here, so yeah, I hope you guys like it too! :D

#star wars #star wars ocs #star wars fanfic #star wars fic #sw oc #my writing #my ocs #Hes Chaddic #Cerate Evis #Russoc Dhaalgondt #Vononnue D'ruexieq #Gemre G'vund #0R-D3 #I guess I could call this a thing for fight week too #but then again it just Hes fighting some stormtroopers #so idk #IN ANY CASE I hope you all like it!

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To round out the set, here’s all my new, aged-up OC designs together! All in all, I’m super happy with how these turned out, and I’m super excited to do stuff with these new versions! I hope you guys like ‘em, too! :D

Refs of each one individually:

✦ Cer ✦ Hes ✦ Russ, Vonnie, & Gemre ✦ U’ruk & Kobelka ✦ Heraath ✦ 0R-D3 ✦

#star wars #star wars rebels #star wars oc #devaronian #character design #my art #my ocs #Cerate Evis #Hes Chaddic #Russoc Dhaalgondt #Vononnue D'ruexieq #Gemre G'vund #0R-D3 #Heraath Chad'tekt #U'ruk Sornell #Kobelka Sornell #wow I love these #I'm like #super proud of how these turned out #especially Hes and Cer #my sweetest bebs look so cool now #I can't wait to do stuff with them #or more likely just talk about doing stuff with them and never actually do it #BUT EY WHATEVER ANYTHINGS POSSIBLE #that said #pls feel free to send me asks specific to these versions #I'd love to talk about why Cer grew his hair out #or how Gemre lost his arm and leg #or anything about Heraath and the Sornells #pls give them some love they need it

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Here’s Gemre, Russoc, and Vonnie’s ANH/Rebels season 4 age-ups! Not too much changed with Russ and Von, admittedly—I couldn’t think of any major things I wanted to update, so I just elected to give Russ some chin scruff, grow out Vonnie’s hair, and give ‘em both some sleeves. Minor stuff, but I like how they turned out!

Gemre, on the other hand, got a whole new look—I figured that being on testosterone therapy (or whatever the alien demon man analog is) would change his appearance more than the others, so I decided to draw him up a whole new ref! Thus, he’s got bigger horns, his skin spots are starting to fade away, and he’s got that sick new beard—plus some robot parts, but those aren’t from T, that’s a whole other story. Point is, I’m really happy with how these guys turned out, regardless of how much effort went into each!

BUT HEY, what do u guys think? Do these designs look cool? Which one’s your favorite? How do you think Gemre lost his arm n’ leg? I’d love any feedback you got! :D

#star wars #star wars oc #devaronian #character design #my art #my ocs #Russoc Dhaalgondt #Vononnue D'ruexieq #Gemre G'vund #no but seriously how do you guys think Gemre could've lost his arm #and leg too #I have no idea why he has those #I just thought they'd look cool #pls give me some story ideas yO #also @deer-head-xiris inspired me to give Russ his scruffy beard and chest hair #what with how they were all in a tizzy over Gregor's a bit ago #and honestly?? I love the look of it #so thank them for Scruffy Russ #and uhhhh #shit what can I say about vonnie #OH be excited for her next ref #there's a 90% chance I'll show her eyes next time #and they're gonna blow ur fuckin mind I promise you #probably not actually idk #we'll seE

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TMI Tuesday! For everyone who isn't Hes: what is the most awful not safe for work story Hes has ever told?

It’s TMI Tuesday! Ask my muse anything you want and they’ll have to answer honestly.

Russoc: “Awful as in how graphic it got, or awful as in, ‘wow, that was a pain to listen to’?”

Gemre: “Don’t both criteria usually go hand-in-hand?”

Russoc: “Ahh, yeah, that’s true. Also, can they really be called ‘Not Safe For Work’ when Hes almost exclusively tells her stories at work?”

Vonnie: “I dunno, man, but I got an answer for this. For me, the worst ones are the ones I was there for—’cause I always ‘member how much it sucked havin’ to be the designated driver. But like, for fuckin’ instead ‘a drinkin’. Like, y’all ‘member the one with the Dowutin bouncer? Who do y’all think had to drag Hes to the hospital after she went n’ shattered her pelvis? No amount ‘a free drinks coulda fixed that girls’ night. Oh, and don’t even get me started on last year’s Koh’hibril party—no, seriously, don’t get me started. I’d really rather not relive the Orgy Pit™ situation, thank ya very much,”

Russoc: “God, yeah, that was a mess—what was it, like, seventy, maybe eighty guys? Man, did we use a lotta febreze after that. But yeah, my opinion? I actually don’t mind Hes telling her stories all too much—let her have her fun, y’know? Who am I to stop her? It’s just…the puns…my god, the puns. That’s where I draw the line, when she starts working those in. Like, I think the worst it ever got was, and I quote, ‘my ass is delic-Hes and it wan-Chaddic’. Not like I don’t have a sense of humor or anything, I just…there’s only so much a man can take, y’know?”

Gemre: “Yeeeah, those get rough when they’re that forced. But yeah, I’m of the same mind, I don’t wanna stop her from having fun. I don’t even mind it that much, my only problem is sometimes I get, uh, jealous a little bit, ‘cause I’m a, uhh…”

0R-D3: “01100001 00100000 01110110 01101001 01110010 01100111 01101001 01101110 00111111″

Gemre: “NO SHUT UP OH-AR, YOU’RE A VIRGIN!!”

0R-D3: “01001001 00100000 01100001 01101101 00100000 01100001 00100000 01110010 01101111 01100010 01101111 01110100″

Gemre: “WHATEVER!! I DON’T EVEN CARE!!”

Russoc: “Obviously.”

Vonnie: “Eh, don’t worry about it kid, it’s no big deal—take it from a flyin’ ace like me, y’ain’t missin’ much. Besides, doin’ it that much might not suit you; not everyone can be like Hes and be a total—”

Hes, bursting through a door: “SAY IT TO MY KRIFFIN’ FACE, D’RUEXIEQ—”

Russoc, holding Hes back as she tries to murder Vonnie: “oKAY, well, thanks for the ask!”

#star wars oc #my ocs #rekkingcrew #TMI Tuesday #Russoc Dhaalgondt #Vonnie D'ruexieq #Gemre G'vund #0R-D3 #Hes Chaddic #hey look I actually answered an old ask #wonder if I'll keep this train rollin #idk who knOws #but YEAH this was a fun one to write #side note: Vonnie's 'Flying Ace' joke is in reference to her being asexual #dunno if people caught that or not #idk

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Secret Lover, Flavor & Gossip for Russoc

Overly Sexual Ask Prompts

Secret Lover: Describe someone you lust after. No names!

Russoc: “Who I ‘lust’ after? The hell’s that supposed to mean? Look, don’t get the wrong idea, I’m still kinda getting over Zolovau being gone…really, I’m only just starting to get back into the swing of, y’know, dating and sex after over a decade-long dry spell. I’ve been hookin’ up casually here and there lately, but I’m not really ‘seeking anyone’ right now.”

Flavor: What’s your orientation?

Russoc: “Orientation? Well, I think I’m facing east right now, but it’s hard to tell without a compa—OH, you mean like who I’m into! Men. Definitely men, hands down. Nonbinary folks, too. Never cared much for women, though—so what’s that make me? Gay, maybe? Hell, I dunno. How ‘bout this, just call me Russ and not worry about other labels, that’s less confusing.”

Gossip: Do you sleep and tell?

Russoc: “Well, I told you all about my li’l romp with Pat Bessiil—even created some controversy from it, from what I hear—so yeah, you could say I do once in a while, when there’s a story to tell of it. Not as much as Hes, though—but to be fair, she doesn’t so much “Sleep and Tell” as “Mess Around and Yell It to the Town”. Ah well, at least she’s havin’ fun.”

#star wars oc #my ocs #kilshade #OC Questions #Russoc Dhaalgondt #yeah guys Russ ain't dating anyone rn #he's just fuckinnn #casually fuckin #tryna get back on the horse #that said #if the right person came around though? #maybe someone else's OC even?? #who knows how he'd feel??? #We'd have to see????

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TMI Tuesday: Yo, Russ. Re: the thing with Pat. First off, man, high fives. Second, how did that come about?

Its TMI Tuesday! Invade my muse with personal questions!

(This is gonna be very long and very NSFW, so I’m putting it under a cut. Also, Pat’Oni Bessiil belongs to @deer-head-xiris, so they’re half to blame for this one)

Hes: “Yeah, Russie, how did that cum about? What led the evening to that climax? It’s semen like you had a load of fun, so why not tell us abo—“

Russoc: “Hes, I’m gonna have to stop you right there, if I hear one more pun tonight someone’s getting shot. Besides, I think you should be the one to start this story—you made it happen, after all,”

Hes: “Oh yeah, I did! ‘Ight, so, little background for you guys—’bout a week ago I met Pat Bessiil at their little traveling ramen shop, not expectin’ to get much besides a nice lunch. Well, blahblahblah, some semantics and flirting later, we were doin’ the do—and whoo boy, that Pat knows their stuff. I dunno where or how they learned their, shall we say, ‘cunning linguistics’, but they had me goin’ like—”

Russoc: *clears throat*

Hes: “Oh, right, your story—well yeah, so after I got with Pat, I thought ‘ey, you know who could use a good time? Russoc! The guy probably hasn’t had a good nut in over a decade,’”

Russoc: “Hey!”

Hes: “What, it’s true! So yeah, I decided I’d try and set ‘em up, at least for a night ‘a fun, nothin’ too serious,”

Russoc: “And, in your particular fashion, you made a complicated ruse out of it,”

Hes: “Ey man, would you have expected anythin’ less? So yeah, my plan went like this: I ordered some take-out from Pat’s place one night—they were totally in on it too, by the way—and I sent Russ to go pick it up. Actually, I think that’s where you’d pick it up, buddy,”

Russoc: “Right, yeah. So I went into town to grab the food, and lo and behold, Pat’s on me from the second I walk in. I already knew from Hes’ ‘encounter’ with them that they can be pretty flirty—I was there when Hes mysteriously disappeared into the back room with Pat for an hour—but I could tell they were especially ‘in the mood’ tonight. Everything from their outfit to the way they talked told me they were coming onto me—and after I remembered Hes specifically asked me to pick up the food, I realized she’d set something up,”

Hes: “Aww, man, is it that easy to tell? I thought this was a good plan!”

Russoc: “Well, I’ll give you that it worked, but yes, it was painfully obvious. So yeah, I’m just sitting there waiting for Pat to ring me up, not reciprocating their flirting much, until finally I can see them starting to get confused—I guess they’re not used to their charms failing. So finally I just said I knew something was up, and that’s when they dropped the sham altogether. They apologized, said they didn’t mean to make me uncomfortable, all that—really, it was rather sweet how genuine they were behind the promiscuity,”

Hes: “Yeah man, it’s a fact: people who get around as much as Pat and I are generally super cool on the inside. But wait, though, if the flirting didn’t work, how’d you two start—”

Russoc: “I’m getting to it, don’t worry. Thing is, it did work—really well, at that. In truth, as you so eloquently put it, I really haven’t been, uh, ‘satisfied’ without Zolovau. I knew it would never be a substitute for him, but what Pat was offering me was exactly what I needed—satisfaction. So I just set my hand on their shoulder to quiet them down, and as seductively as I could, I said, ‘let’s do it,’”

Hes: “ATTA’ BOY, RUSSIE! So I take it they helped show ya a fun time?

Russoc: “Oh, you have no idea. It could just be that I was pent up after all this time, but we made it to I think Round Eight before either of us got tired. And, my god, they gave some of the best head I’ve ever gotten,”

Hes: “Yeah man, Pat knows how to turn mouth stuff from an appetizer into a main course. Speakin’ a man-meat, though, what’d you think when they brought out their…their, uh,…”

Russoc: “Is ‘gigantic cock’ the word you’re looking for, perchance?”

Hes: “I wanted to say somethin’ more punny, but yeah, that. I noticed you were walkin’ kinda wonky the day after, so I take it they didn’t pull any punches,”

Russoc: “Not a one, man. It’s already been a day and I’m still a little sore—what can I say, though, I’m a glutton for punishment. And I did ruin their sheets and partially destroy their bed frame, so I suppose it’s only fair they leave me with a little parting gift, too”

Hes: “Amen to that, man, rough sex is good sex. So what do you think, big guy—was this good enough to finally put you back on the horse?”

Russoc: “Well, not even Pat’s massive tentaschlong can compare to my Zolo, nor could anything…but, given the opportunity, I suppose I could do something like this again,”

Hes: “HELL YEAH, that’s my boy! Y’all hear that—Russoc Dhaalgondt is single an ready to mingle! He loves long walks on the beach, romantic dinners, fighting the empire, getting railed in the a—”

Russoc: “OKAY, well, hopefully that’s a good explanation of the story—now I’m gonna cut this off before Hes tries to set me up with every eligible bachelor in the Inner Rim”

Hes: “OH, that reminds me, he’s also a big fan of rimjo—”

Russoc: “ALRIGHT WE’RE DONE”

#star wars oc #my ocs #rekkingcrew #TMI Tuesday #Russoc Dhaalgondt #Hes Chaddic #other people's OCs #pat'oni bessiil #there ya go Rek #the story of how old Russ Dhaalgondt finally got the D after 13 years #truly a tale for the ages #also a special thanks to @deer-head-xiris for their amazing art #and all the talking and brainstorming we did about this #situation #what a blessed smut-filled weekend it was

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Rek: “...So when I woke up, I was totally naked ‘cept for a pair of panties stretched over my lekku, my left kidney was missing, and the Nightsister was never heard from again!”

Hes: “Duuude, that’s crazy! I can top it, though—so one time I met this Harch arms dealer on Garel, and man was she handsy. I mean, she had me totally off the ground at one point, with one arm waaay up in my...”

Tales of (mis)adventure and sexploits aside, here’s the final product of a collab I did with the wonderful @rekkingcrew! He sketched these two out, and he was kind enough to let me do the lines and colors! Not only did it all end up looking great, but it was super fun to bring Rek and Hes’ unique brand of competitive vulgarity to life—thanks so much for doing this with me! :D

Bonus:

Russ does not approve.

#star wars oc #my art #other people's art #collab #rekkingcrew #my ocs #other people's ocs #Rek #Hes Chaddic #Cerate Evis #Russoc Dhaalgondt #Gemre G'vund #it was supposed to just be chips and drinks out at the mexican restaurant at the mall #and they just HAD to bring Cer cuz kids eat free on Tuesdays #but then Hes and Rek had to go and do their thing #ah well #chips are good at least

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Tmi Tuesday! For everyone willing and able to answer: what is the least satisfying date you've ever been on?

It’s TMI Tuesday! Ask my muse anything you want and they’ll have to answer honestly.

Hes: “Oh, god, I might have a story for this one—one ‘a you guys should go first, though, mine’ll probably be a bit longer. Von, you’ve dated once or twice, right? You got any stories to tell?”

Vonnie: “Ehhh, maybe? I ain’t tellin’ none, though—none ‘a my dates were ever too satisfyin’, to tell the truth. Let’s just say there’s a reason I realized I was ace pretty early on, n’ we’ll leave it at that.”

Hes: “Alright, fair enough, I won’t pry—Russ, what about you? Did Zolovau ever show ya a less-than-good time?”

Russoc: “No, never! Zolo was the greatest man I could’ve asked for—every night with him was the happiest night of my life, for just getting to spend time with him is all the satisfaction I needed. Why, I remember one time, we—”

Hes: “OKAY, we get it, you have the best love life of all of us! I love ya, Russy, but a story from me and you both would take up all of these people’s dashes. Let’s see, who else can we ask…Oh-Ar, you got anything?”

0R-D3: “01010111 01101000 01100001 01110100 00100000 01101001 01110011 00100000 00100111 01100100 01100001 01110100 01100101 00100111 00111111″

Hes: “Yeesh, that’s rough, buddy. Well, Gemre’s a nerd with no social skills and I dunno if Cer’s ever talked to a girl before, so I doubt they have anything to tell. Heraath, you got anything?”

Heraath: “Mmmmm, no. Your father was the only man I ever loved, and of a dozen dates not one was satisfying—I care not to recount them all. Really, the happiest day with him was the day he took off and left me alone, right before—”

Hes: “Right before you gave me up to Dooku, yeah. Wow. You’re the life of the party as always, Heraath. Really great story.

“Right, so onto mine: A while back, while ol’ Truertos still led the Angels, I was sent on a mission to Zeltros to meet with some allies and informants, get a scope of the Imperial forces near the Inner Rim/Colonies border, and maybe try to find a rebel cell on the planet that could help us out. Now, I know what you’re thinking—how could I, Hes Chaddic, be alone, on the most sex-crazed planet in the galaxy, full of the most sex-crazed people in the galaxy, and come out feeling anything other than satisfied?

“Well, the short answer is The Empire™. From the day I touched down to the day I left, those bucketheads were on me wherever I went. I dunno if it was because I’m just that popular or they knew I was coming, but whatever the case, I had hardly a moment alone to myself. I couldn’t even stop to catch my breath half the time, let alone take in the planet’s ‘culture’.

“So yeah, before I knew it, my ride was there and I had to leave Zeltros behind. And even today, when I pass Zeltrons on the street, or hear any mention of their planet, I wonder: ‘will I ever have a second chance? Will I ever be so lucky again?’. So yeah, that sucked for me—but I helped out the Angels a bit, so I guess it wasn’t all bad”

#star wars oc #my ocs #rekkingcrew #TMI Tuesday #Hes Chaddic #Vononnue D'ruexieq #Russoc Dhaalgondt #0R-D3 #Heraath Chad'tekt #GOD sorry this is so late #life's just been busy #you know how it is #BUT HEY here it is! #and on a tuesday no less!

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OC Fact: at eighteen, Rek made the choice to spend about two years in jail rather than cooperate with the investigation and walk free.

Tell me a fact about your OC(s) and I’ll respond with a fact about mine!

Shit man, good on him—prison wasn’t fun, I’m sure, but now he’ll never be known as a rat :D

Most of my guys haven’t been in prison, since on Devaron they usually just feed criminals to Quarra rather than waste money on long-term inmates. The only ones who have are Russoc (though only for a night or two before Hes and the Angels broke him out), Heraath (she met her ex-husband Kleeve in prison, who called in a favor to get them out), and Hes, whose prison story is still in the works but it’ll be out soon! :D

#star wars oc #my ocs #rekkingcrew #oc facts #Russoc Dhaalgondt #Heraath Chad'tekt

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I ship Russoc with @moonlitalien 's Dusk.

Anonymously send me what characters you ship my muse with!

Russoc: “Dusk, hm? Well, even with the thousands of year time gap aside, I don’t think…Hes, why you lookin’ at me like that?”

Hes: “rrrRRUUUSSS, YOU SHOULD TOTALLY DATE HIM! You two are perfect for each other!”

Russoc: “Pfft, whaaat? C’mon Hes, I’m not even sure we’d have anything in common,”

Hes: “You totally would! You’re both total DILFs, you both love killin’ things, you’re both great with kids, neither of you have full horns,”

Russoc: “That’s not really a personality trait, Hes,”

Hes: “But you see what I’m gettin’ at, yeah? You two would have great chemistry—not to mention enough stump between you to make a full horn,”

Russoc: “Well, maybe you’re right—it might be nice to try and get back on the horse, at least this one time,”

Hes: “’atta boy, Russy! Well, whadaya say, @moonlitalien—is Dusk free later?”

#star wars oc #my ocs #anonymous #oc questions #Russoc Dhaalgondt #Hes Chaddic #Dusk #Moonlitalien #GOD #I'm so down for this ship #I'm already deciding on what to call it #Rusk #Perfect #I'm so excited #just as I'm so excited to see what kind of awful date happens between them #idk #we'll see

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OC Fact: In a recent game, Rek rolled so well on a lie check that he convinced a security guard to let him and Korrtak into a crime scene to perform a "wookie atonement ritual," which included, among other things, the guard turning the cameras away, leaving the door open, and closing his eyes.

Tell me a fact about your oc and I will respond with a semi-related fact about mine

Duuude, that’s awesome! Rek’s such a shyster, I love it :D

Hes and Russ did something similar—though to be fair, their success was mostly due to dumb luck and Imperial incompetence, rather than any cunning on their part.

(This is likely gonna be a long story, so buckle up and click that “read more” link to check it out! I’d recommend checking out Russoc’s origin story here first, though, cuz I’ll call back to that a lot in this.

On one fateful Empire Day in 17 BBY, Hes Chaddic (barely 17 years old at the time), and Russoc Dhaalgondt (35 years old, and a rebel for only one week of that) were hanging out in Montellian Serat, watching the Imps parade their arsenal through the city streets. The Angels’ leader at the time, Jussalc’sai’Truertos, had told the entire band of rebels not to try anything at the parade—”too much risk”, as he’d put it. Hes was never one for just sitting around, especially as a rowdy teenager, but begrudgingly she and Russ agreed to lay low. So, for that afternoon, the two just sat on a rooftop and watched the bucketheads meander past them.

It wasn’t how Hes had wanted it to go, though: she’d hoped she and Russ would get to rough up the Imps a bit, just to make ‘em look like the idiots they are. She thought that was just what Russ needed to help him cheer up—ever since he joined the Angels, he’d been a total sad sack. Sure, he pulled his weight and everything, but rather than laugh and have fun like the other Angels, he just seemed to wanna sit alone and be sad. It was so weird to Hes—she remembered him being so happy and kindhearted when she first met him at his veggie stand, but now he just seemed so…lifeless. Probably ‘cause the Imps took his horns, Hes thought to herself—yeah, that was definitely it. So of course fighting them would help—revenge always helps, after all!

And so, Hes would set about to get her new friend his revenge. Halfway through the parade, the horns blaring “Glory of the Empire” were interrupted by Hes gasping loudly, and the sudden force of her hand on his shoulder shook Russ from his moping. She pointed off to a stage at the end of one street, where several wanted posters of criminals (namely ones of fellow Devaron’s Angels) were displayed, with a bounty set under each of them. What had Hes so excited was the leftmost poster—her own wanted poster, displaying a bounty comparably higher than anyone else’s. Russ failed to see the humor in this, but he could tell Hes was excited, so he smiled and halfheartedly congratulated her.

Hes smiled proudly, but then stopped as an idea began to formulate in her mind. She went silent as she thought it out, but in a moment she was smiling again, this time with an almost malicious look in her eyes. Russ looked quizzically at her for a moment, but before he could even ask what was up, Hes started to relay her plan: She would be giving herself up to the Imperials. Russ did a double take as she said it, and without hesitation he replied, “You’ve lost your mind!”. Hes wasn’t deterred, though, and she continued to share her idea.

Her plan went as follows: Russ would drag her to the nearest trooper he could find, where he’d say he “caught one of the rebels”. The trooper would of course turn away to take Russ to collect his reward, at which point the both of them would rush him and, if necessary, take him out permanently. Then, Russ would put on the trooper’s armor (his lack of horns would make it so the helmet would fit perfectly), and “escort” Hes back to the nearest Imperial stronghold for “questioning”. Once there, the two of them would just plant thermal detonators everywhere they could, steal as much as they could carry, and escape on whatever ship they could find—and bam! Angels: 1, Empire: 0!

While Russ admitted he liked the idea in theory, he worried how it would work in practice—Hes was a terrible actor, for one, not to mention all the ways they could get killed once they made it inside the stronghold. “Besides,” Russ even said, “Truertos told us it’s not worth the risk”. Hes immediately shot back that Truertos was an idiot, and that it would totally, 100%, without-a-doubt work. Her goading got her nowhere at first, but then she said something about it being revenge for what they took from him—immediately, Russ was on board.

And so, they put the plan into motion—and it went about as well as you’d guess. Russ played his part well enough, but Hes almost got them caught every time she was forced to act like a prisoner: there was a lot of the “Oh, woe is me, I’ve been nabbed by the authorities!” and “Curse you, you Imperial scum! You haven’t seen the last of me!” type of postulating from her. Yet, miraculously, they made it into the Imperial stronghold, and from there they got to work. First, they raided the weapon’s depot and put every remote thermal detonator they had on everything of value. Next, they took all the food, guns, and ammo they could hold in their four combined hands. And somehow, by a combination of not-so-careful sneaking and the mere fact that the Imps were more focused on Empire Day than guarding the facility, they made it to the hangar to make their escape.

Problem was, there was hardly a usable ship in the whole room. All the TIEs were out at the parade, all the shuttles were on lockdown, and there was no way they were gonna try to get their whole haul out on speeder bike. Their only barely viable option was one shitty clone wars-era ship in the back of the room—an old Nubian Freefall-class bomber, which was obviously only being used for spare parts. Russ and Hes debated for a moment about finding something different (as well as how stupid the plan was, according to Russ), but before they could think of a better option, blaster fire and trooper jargon started coming from the corridor behind them. Suddenly, the Freefall looked like a gift from the heavens.

The two quickly hopped on board, dropping all their loot in the cargo hold the second they walked in. Without taking a moment to decide who should go where, Hes ran to the cockpit, while Russ ran to the rear gunner seat. As he got settled in, however, Russ called out to Hes on the internal com: “Hey, Chaddic? You know how to fly this thing, right?” Confidently as ever, Hes called back, “Nope! Not a kriffin’ clue!” Before Russ could protest or suggest he fly, the engines roared to life and the ship took to the sky.

At first, it looked like they were home free—and then the engines started to stall. Instantly the bomber tumbled from the sky, nosediving right towards the parade. Hes began to flip switches and pull levers wildly, and miraculously, the ship’s engines started again just before they hit the ground. Of course, they then had a new problem—the literal army of Imperial forces marching towards them. A barrage of crimson lasers began raining on the ship, leaving literal bulletholes in the fuselage, and just as Hes got the shields working she called back to Russ: “Yo, Dhaaldgondt! Hit the switch on those detonators and start firin’ back, will ya?”

Just then, Russ remembered he was in the gunner’s seat. He pressed the button on the remote detonator he was carrying and began firing back with everything the ship still had, sending troops flying and vehicles exploding as the stronghold explode into a massive orange-and-black fireball. As he watched the carnage erupt before his eyes, Russ felt something awaken in him. He remembered the faces of the flametroopers torching his home—his family burning alive before him. He remembered the fury he felt as he killed them all—the sadness and anger, all rolled together. Now, he was dishing that back out, to all the white-clad sons ‘a bitches who’d taken everything from him—and it felt good.

On Hes’ end of the internal com, she began to hear Russ laughing maniacally, shouting a string of obscenities at the Empire as a whole. Confused, she looked on the ship’s rear camera, only to see a massive plume of smoke and fire where the Imperial arsenal had once stood. Holy shit, she thought, this guy’s goin’ nuts! She worried about him for a second as she flew, but then she realized—this is exactly what she wanted. As bloodthirsty as his fun was, Russ was having fun—whatever bundle of emotions he was feeling now, sadness sure wasn’t one of ‘em. Hes smiled to herself proudly as she flew out over the jungle, leaving the Empire Day parade in smoldering shambles behind them.

Eventually, Hes and Russ made it back to the Angels’ base, where they were promptly scolded by Truertos. He calmed down a bit when they showed off their haul, of course, but he made sure to let them know he was still mad. Neither of them cared, though—they’d made Empire Day into a victory for the rebels, and they had a blast doin’ it. The two then decided to sit together on the nose of the Freefall—Hes was thinking of calling it the “Lady Lucy”, though she wasn’t certain yet—and watch the sunset, laughing heartily at their hard-won victory.

As they sat, Russ suddenly went quiet before turning to Hes. “Thanks, kid…” he said, “For helpin’ me have some fun,”

Hes laughed. “No problem, man, thanks for goin’ along with my shitty plan,” she, too, went quiet for a moment before speaking again. “If you don’t mind me askin’, Russ…what had you so down in the first place?”

With a heavy sigh, Russ decided to tell her his story. He told her about Zolovau, about his daughters, about their farm…about how it was all taken by the Empire. And all because he couldn’t pay his stupid debts—he lost everything, just because his vegetables weren’t selling well. As Hes listened, she almost started crying, because she knew exactly how that felt. She didn’t feel ready to tell Russ she used to be a Jedi yet, but she did say this: “I know what it feels like to have everything taken away…I’m so sorry, man,”

Russ laughed. “Y’know…maybe it isn’t all bad,” he said, smiling just a little, “I’ve lost what I can never replace, but…I have the feeling I’ve found something new, too,”

Hes smiled back, chuckling ever so slightly. “Me too, big guy…me too.”

#Star Wars OC #My OCs #rekkingcrew #OC Questions #Hes Chaddic #Russoc Dhaalgondt #whoOO BOY that was long #it was super fun to!!! #thanks so much for the ask Rek!! #sorry it took me so long thO #life and stuff

[thefoodwiththedood]

So uh, how was your night with Rek, Hes?

It’s TMI Tuesday! Ask my muse anything you want and they’ll have to answer honestly.

Hes: “It was pretty great! I won’t go into full detail, but long story short, we got to crash a party, danced a bit, ate up some ‘a the Imps food, messed with their efforts on Ryloth, and now I have the Cham Syndulla owing me a favor—plus Rek got a shot in on Senator Taa, so that was fun!”

Russoc: “I think the Anon’s referring to the ‘other’ part of the night—you know, the thing you two heathens are constantly trying to one-up eachother over,”

Hes: “Ooohhh, right…well, let’s just say Rek continues to surprise me—I thought for sure he’d have second thoughts when I broke out the Wookiee-sized strap-on, but nope! I tell ya, that guy’s a trooper—oh, and the things he did with those lekku, do not even get me started!”

Russoc: “Oh don’t worry, I’ll do no such thing,”

Hes: “Well yeah, all that said, I give him a solid 4.5/5 stars, solid ‘A’ through n’ though. To any ladies out there, I would definitely—”

Russoc: “DON’T YOU DA—”

Hes: “Rek-ommend him.”

Russoc: “Right, that’s it, I’m gonna go defect to the Empire—happy Tuesday, Anon, I hope you got what you wanted,”

Hes: “Aw, c’mon Russy, you know it’s funny! My jokes are better than the Empire‘s, I can tell ya that!”

#star wars oc #my ocs #anonymous #TMI Tuesday #Hes Chaddic #Rek #Russoc Dhaalgondt #Sometime soon I'm actually gonna write the story of what happened #if I ever get to writing again #idk

[thefoodwiththedood]

Character fact, i have a bith called Malt, and they sound like Whoopi Goldberg.

Tell me a fact about your OC(s) and I’ll respond with a fact about mine!

Oh yeah, I think you told me about them once! They sound cool, I can’t wait to see more of them! :D

I’ve got most of my guys’ voice claims figured out, too: Hes’ is Danielle Brooks, Cer’s is Art Parkinson , Russoc’s is Keith David, Vonnie’s is Susan Egan, Gemre’s is Dante Basco, and 0R-D3′s is a pithced-down version of a dial-up internet router. Beyond those guys, I haven’t really figured out much—granted, I haven’t really done much of anything with Heraath, Kobelka, U’ruk, and the rest of the B-team, but still. Maybe I’ll start to figure it out when I get more of a read on their personalities, idk.

#star wars oc #my ocs #empress-only-in-name #Random OC Facts #Hes Chaddic #Cerate Evis #Russoc Dhaalgondt #Vononnue D'ruexieq #Gemre G'vund #0R-D3 #Voice claims are so fun #one of these days I wanna do a thing where like #I draw all of these guys acting out other characters their voice claims have played #y'know like #with Vonnie doing a Megara line #or Gemre doing Prince Zuko's lines #idk #if I ever learn to draw I might try that out #for now tho it's just fun to think about :D

[thefoodwiththedood]

Scorpious learned how to make every secret recipe from her favorite corner restaurants, sometimes using the force to get the information. Came in handy after being frozen in carbonate for a few millennia.

Tell me a fact about your OC(s) and I’ll respond with a fact about mine!

Oooh, how cool! She’s like a time capsule of all the Galaxy’s best dishes :D

Russoc has a similar thing going, albeit not with food. Over his years—especially during his time in Devaron’s army and, later, his time with the Angels—he’s gotten to collecting helmets of his fallen enemies. It’s a fairly small collection, by most standards: he’s got a few stormtrooper helmets, a riot trooper’s helmet, an TIE pilot’s helmet, some old clone helmets, and plenty others from the likes of bounty hunters, soliders from other planets, gladiators, etc. Even more chillingly, for every helmet whose owner he killed personally, Russ has their last words etched in the helmet’s interior—most are simply something like “No, please, wait!”, but some have more thought-out final testaments. As a rule of thumb, the better and deeper the last words, the more Russ loves telling that battle’s story—and boy, do some of those stories get crazy.

The exception to that rule of thumb, however, is one helmet he weirdly keeps separate from the others—a helmet hard to pin down as far as exact origins, but definitely of Mandalorian design. He absolutely refuses to tell its story—the most anyone’s been able to get out of him is the owner’s last words: “The Galaxy calls to me, speaking of a life beyond this. I must answer its call”. No one knows for sure what the words mean, or why Russ cares so much about that one helmet—whatever the answer, it lies with Russ alone, and he’s not likely to share it anytime soon.

So yeah, no exactly delicious recipe collecting, but sort of a similar idea :D

#star wars oc #my ocs #empress-only-in-name #oc questions #Russoc Dhaalgondt

[thefoodwiththedood]

Happy pride month, everyone! :D

So late last night I had the idea to try some colored lineart type stuff, and somewhere down that road I decided to make these little pride flag headshots showing off how some of my OCs identify! I’m sure stuff like this has been done a thousand times by a thousand people way earlier than me, but I thought it’d be fun to try anyways!

To be clear on who’s what, I headcanon that Hes is pansexual/panromantic, Vonnie is asexual/demiromantic, Russoc is homosexual/homoromantic, Gemre is transgender as well as bisexual/biromantic, and Cerate is heterosexual ally—and he’ll always support them and whoever they end up loving!

All in all, I love how these turned out! What do you guys say, though—do these look cute? Should I do more stuff in this style? Let me know what you think!

Bonus:

#my art #my ocs #pride #okay but I wanted to ask tho #to anyone who reads tags #if I ever started doing commissions would you want these little chibi headshots as options? #cuz like #they were super fun to do #and I'd love to do more #but idk #i guess I'd need to actually set up comissions first #whenever THAT happens amiright? #star wars oc #Hes Chaddic #Cerate Evis #Russoc Dhaalgondt #vononnue d'ruexieq #gemre g'vund #0r-d3