#oc tag: the gladiator

[skybristle]

rbs > likes

these ref sheets r gonna kill me. BOOO MAW she sucks [I love her]. I hope she dies— oh wait/lh

#my art #rain world #rain world oc #rain world fanart #rw iterator #oc tag: erupting maw #oc tag: the gladiator #story tag: bending horizons

[arsonstick]

fuck you this is a sketch dump (ish)

the gladiator (bottom right) belongs to @skybristle

#rain world #arsondraws #iterator #gift art #oc tag: the gladiator

[42kio]

I love putting dudes in suits and situations :))

@kayatash

#oc art #my art #digital art #doodle #vinniejames #i started a tag for them yay :)) #i won't fix my old ones tho i'm lazy #anyways NR vinnie and gladiator james are the most flavor of all time

[the-stray-storyteller]

Space Gladiator

I think I am getting better at digital art. The left hand and sword is a a bit wonky. Tried colouring, it looked like shit so I gave up. I still have to make a fair work but I like it with the rough sketches in the bg has a sort of feel to it.

#orginal oc #my art #art #artwork #my artwork #artists on tumblr #character design #art tag #digital sketch #digitalart #draw #drawing #illustration #space gladiator #illustrators on tumblr

[alaluea]

Days 3 and 4: Iridescence and Aftermath

First one has Abby holding up magical crystal thingy. I like magical crystal thingies :3c

Second is a gal who will remain unnamed for now with a cute cotton candy alicorn that's dripping blood...perhaps from that of a fresh kill? :>

Part of my goal with this "challenge" is to find a quick and easy way for me to illustrate stuff . As I work on my NVL project and my personal ones im hoping to gain more confidence in my art and be more motivated to get stuff done in the process!!

#oc stuff #Gladiators #Light #respectively #should probably start adding a queue tag to these but eh im lazy #Abby #and ??? #blood

[number1yisuchongfan]

I’m working on Nero’s everyday outfit and so that means I can draw his hair fully. I like it so far 👍

#fallout #fallout new vegas #fnv #fallout nv #centurion oc #centurion #caesar’s legion #I have a lot of headcanons about Legion society and especially with the everyday life of not actively serving soldiers #like those who protect towns cities the roads etc #nero is a gladiator in the Flagstaff arena and also runs the military presence within the capital and the rest of the towns and roads #being a gladiator is kinda just a hobbie for him #I just like talking about my ideas #so sorry for the ramble in the tags

[sapphicccici]

My First Whump Post

This is canon backstory for my OC Detali Gamble, who is a beserker barbarian. She and Makkel Dextri (caretaker) are prisoners who are forced to be gladiators. She lost her arm in a gladiator fight, and has to deal with the repercussions :)

Tags: Female Whumpee, Mute Caretaker, Post Amputation Whump, Defiant Whumpee, Institutional Whump, (lowkey) Suicidal Whumpee

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Detali stared at the juice. The cap was screwed on tightly, which would’ve been no problem for her just hours ago. Dr. White had told her she should be grateful at how quickly technology was able to heal her. She had told him to fuck off.

She raised the cap to her mouth and bit down hard, and tried to unscrew it. She struggled for several minutes, before slamming the juice onto the table.

Makkel looked over the counter, concern written clearly on his face.

“Sorry.” She grumbled. “I didn’t mean to be loud.”

She tried again to tackle the juice, this time tucking it under the nub of what used to be her right arm to hold it steady while unscrewing the cap with her left hand. She struggled for a minute, grunting with the effort.

Makkel slowly approached her and reached out his hand for her to hand it over to him.

“No,” Detali huffed. “I want to do it myself.”

He nodded, and stepped back.

She squeezed the bottle harder into her armpit, and finally twisted the bottle enough to hear the click sound of the cap releasing. Then the bottle emptied itself into her lap.

She finally snapped. Rage swarmed her body, white hot and loud.

She growled, standing and chucking the bottle as hard as she could at the wall. She screamed and kicked her chair, toppling it over. She shoved the table with so much force that it screeched against the ground. She didn’t care. She screamed as she started picking up things off of the table, flinging them at the walls.

“I fucking hate it here!” She spat. Tears streamed down her face. “I should’ve just died! Why can’t you fuckers just let me die!”

She screamed again and shoved the table harder, toppling it over and shattering the glass tabletop.

A guard approached her, his taser raised. “Ms. Gamble that is enough. Stand down.”

Detali followed as much force as she could muster through her body, until her fist connected with his face.

The guard fell back onto the floor, wiping blood from his nose before standing and running away.

Suddenly, she felt large arms surrounding her.

“No! Let me go!” She punctuated every word with a punch into the arms that were holding her.

The arms turned her around, tucking her head into their chest. With surprise she looked up to see Makkel holding her.

“Makkel let me go, please.” She sobbed. “I don’t want to be here, Makkel, please.”

A tear streamed down Makkel's cheek as he dropped to his knees, pulling her down into his lap.

She sobbed intelligibly into his chest as he stroked her hair. The fight drained from her body with each stroke.

Footsteps pounded down the hallway, crunching on glass as they entered the room. Detali looked up to see six guards standing with tasers ready, surrounding her and Makkel.

Makkel held up a hand and lifted his other hand to hold her tighter, shielding her face from the guards.

“Dextri’s got her.” The guard with the bleeding nose announced to the group. “She shouldn’t be any more trouble to us.”

They stepped back, and turned to walk away. One guard looked back, making eye contact with Makkel. He nodded, and she turned and left the two of them sitting on the floor.

#oc whump #whump community #female whumpee #defiant whumpee #mute character #mute caretaker #amputation whump #institutional whump #my oc #whump #whump writing #whumpee #whumpblr

[vaulthunting]

all gifs on my profile are by flou (artstation)

vaulthunting is a blog run by @deepslate where i reblog as much borderlands stuff as i can :) see below for tag navigation!!

also sorry if this appears in a search :( just ignore it

GAMES

Borderlands Borderlands the Presequel Borderlands 2 Borderlands 3 Tales from the Borderlands Tiny Tina's Wonderlands New Tales from the Borderlands

Borderlands Movie

PLAYER CHARACTERS

Lilith the Siren Roland the Soldier Mordecai the Hunter Brick the Berserker

Athena the Gladiator Nisha Kadam the Lawbringer Wilhelm the Enforcer Claptrap Timothy Lawrence the Doppelganger Aurelia Hammerlock the Baroness

Maya the Siren Axton the Commando Salvador the Gunzerker Zer0 the Assassin Gaige the Mechromancer Kreig the Psycho

Amara the Siren Fl4k the Beastmaster Zane Flynt the Operative Moze the Gunner

Rhys Strongfork Fiona the Con Artist

NPCS (ALPHABETICAL ORDER)

Angel Alistair Hammerlock Buttstallion Captain Scarlett Clay Dr Zed Ellie Hodunk Felicity Rampant Handsome Jack Janey Springs Katagawa Jr Lor(elei) Mad Moxxi Mr Torgue Patricia Tannis Sasha the Kid Sister Scooter

Shade (Tiny) Tina Tyreen Calypso Troy Calypso Wainwright Jakobs

CONTENT TYPES

art gif image text post

MISC

designs cosplay ships (relationships) au (alternate universe) oc (original character)

[kigozula]

300th Chapter Celebration Weekend

All readers!!

We prepared a new fun event for Gladiator.

17th - 18th June

After 10 years we officially reach the 300th chapter. This event is not only to celebrate the 300th chapter, but also for appreciating and revisiting the second part of the story. The other two events from the past took place before part 2 even ended.

Below (under the cut) are different kind of questions. Most of them are part 2 focused.

If you want to partake in this event, all you have to do is answering the questions, choose and guess. The last part contains a guessing game and a quiz, which is new. This event is more expanded than the previous ones.

Feel free to reach my askbox or message me if you do have any questions. I will be posting my answers early that day or even one day prior. You can take a look if it might help you with ideas.

CHANGE: The correct answers of the quiz will be posted on Sunday before the event ends!

Doesn’t matter if you have a Tumblr account or not. Everybody can participate. You can post it on your blogs or submit it to me here. I will post it then.

Another change:

A friend just brought to my attention that tumblr does not allow people without an account to send asks or submissions anymore. I didn’t know that.

If anyone wants to take part, feel free to send your entries to my fanfiction account if you have an account there, I am also Kigozula there.

My account on FF. Net

If I had known this new policy I would have thought about something else... sorry guys. If you see this after this weekend, you can still send your entries ;)

Don’t forget to tag us @kigozula & @seyaryminamoto and use the tags #sokkla & #gladiator300thchapter (and any more you feel like). We can find the posts and try to reblog everyone’s entries.

We wish you fun and hope for many participants!

Important note: I am making something nice here. I talked with Seyary before starting this event. I made it for her, for readers to have a chance to share their favorite stuff and because I love Gladiator. Nobody has to take part. Please be respectful, careful and have fun! =) As mentioned above (askbox/pm), if there are questions.

FAVORITE…:

OC

Guard

Gladiator

Sponsor

Pair/Couple (besides Sokkla)

Friendship

Villain/Antagonist/Opponent

Suitor for Azula

Place (any houses/island/cities…)

Event (weddings/festivals…)

FAVORITE TOP THREE…:

Sokkla Kisses in Part 2 when they become finally a couple

Sokkla Love Making

THIS OR THAT:

Part 2, or Part 3 (so far)

Zuki Family or Mai Jian Family

Festivals Arc or Anniversary Arc

Captain Rui Shi or Captain Fei Li

Ozai or Zhao

Gladiator Brawl, Sponsor Race, Pairs Tournament or Scavenger Hunt

Xin Long or Appa

Azula’s Squad or Sokka’s Squad

Ty Lee or Mai

Shoji or Kino

Ruon Jian or Haru

OTHERS:

A Place you would like to visit or live

If you could give Part 2 a title it would be

Something you look forward to

Best Arc(s) in Part 3 (so far)

Favorite Sokkla Artwork from Part 2

GUESSING TIME:

Future Ships you think will happen

Azula and Zhao will divorce when/because of …

When Hakoda meets Azula and Hotaru for the first time …

When Ozai and Ursa see each other …

I think Ozai's future looks like...

When Azula finally visits the south pole, I hope/wish/think …

First things Azula and Sokka will do after their reunion

QUIZ: (The correct answers can be found in my post on June 16th)

Name of the first Gladiator Sokka fought against?

How many years are Azula and Sokka a couple now?

Which character found out about Azula and Sokka’s secret relationship first?

Which character felt something might be going on/will be going on between Sokka and Azula from the beginning?

What’s the name of Ozai’s first love?

What was the first Gladiator event Azula and Sokka took part in?

How often did the Blue Wolf fight in the Slate?

Who would have almost been the potential future prince?

How old was Aang when he was forced to freeze himself and Appa?

SOME NICE WORDS TO OUR DEAR AUTHOR SEYARYMINAMOTO:

#gladiator300thchapter #sokkla #gladiator #azula #sokka #pinning it so that nobody forgets :D

[themysticssdream]

silhouettes • tommy miller

Tommy Miller x F!Reader Gladiator AU Rating: Mature - 18+ (Minors DNI) Words: 0.2K Content Warning: Implied smut. Despite photo - reader is inclusive! You may laugh that I have Tommy has Tommius, just go with it, lol. Ends abruptly because 😈 A/N: *taps microphone* Sit down everyone I got something to say. This drabble is so completely random, yes, but I have been starting to put together a story/fic of an Ancient Greek adventure/romance that will have both a female and male OC, and Gabriel Luna is going to be the FC for my male lead, who is also going to be a gladiator. So this is a result of my... thoughts on it, lol. *rubs hands together like a raccoon* And this drabble is completely separate from the fic I'm doing. I have no idea when I will start to post it, but I am going to be annoying and making edits and playlists out of it. This is something I'm really looking forward to and I hope you'll give it a chance. Anywho, enjoy this tiny drabble! Thank you for taking the time to read and remember - Don't forget to like, comment and reblog for support!

Tommius can't keep his eyes off of you; your sheer dress pulls away from your curves when you begin to straddle him, exposing skin that only a married man would be allowed to set eyes upon. He keeps you in place by the firm touch of his hands at your covered hips, the warmth of you seeping through the delicate fabric.

This was no place for a woman; the chambers that housed gladiators were full of vile men. But you knew the palace walls more than these men did; there were secret doors that would lead you to safety - and back into his arms.

The hot pant of his breath along your neck, followed by your own muffled moan when you sank onto him was only just whispers between you. The only thing that knew of your presence was that of the dark flickering shadows of your combined bodies upon the stone walls.

"I thought we agreed to not see each other like this anymore, princess?" Despite his words, Tommius nibbled at the spot between your neck and shoulder, the cold air pricking at your skin as he left a trail of delicate marks.

He knew this was dangerous. To have the princess in his bed, to give his heart to her - even having words of love spoken between them. It was forbidden, and if found, the King would have his head for it.

Your hand roamed over his damp curls, fingers trailing over his sharp jaw as your eyes searched his own. You feel his hold on your now still hips, firm. Of wanting and adoration for you. "And yet, you hold me as if you do not wish for me to leave."

tag list - @ay0nha @goldgilzean @musings-of-a-rose @princessmk21 @itsmoonchik

#the last of us #tommy miller #tommy miller x you #tommy miller x reader #tommy miller fan fiction #gabriel luna

[skybristle]

more lasso fill sorry its SO FUN and SO FAST

#my art #doodles #rain world #rain world ocs #rain world fanart #story tag: bending horizons #oc tag: the kiln #oc tag: the gardener #oc tag: the harbinger #oc tag: the gladiator #oc tag: the brainiac #oc tag: countless swirling sparks #i love calling her sparps #sparp ....

[briar-ffxiv]

OC Personality Quiz

Tagged by: @calico-heart - Thank you! (Art is also by them!)

The quiz is here!

So naturally I did Briar and it was actually pretty interesting to think about some of the answers because I hadn't really before. And I got...

You know, I hadn't actually considered Mulan, but it does work! Someone caught between duty and wanting more, brave and loyal, but also kind of struggling against the 'rules', and all that. So it isn't a bad match at all!

There were a ton of characters from shows and movies I've never seen, but I'll list some 80% or above ones I do know that I thought were neat!

Aragorn (Lord of the Rings): 91%

Will Turner (Pirates of the Caribbean): 91%

Katara (Avatar: The Last Airbender): 90%

Maximus (Gladiator): 90%

Elisa Esposito (The Shape of Water): 90%

Rey (Star Wars: The Last Jedi): 90%

Inigo Montoya (The Princess Bride): 89%

Nathaniel 'Hawkeye' Poe (The Last of the Mohicans): 89%

Jon Snow (Game of Thrones): 88%

Lagertha (Vikings): 88%

Belle (Beauty and the Beast): 88%

Luke Skywalker (Star Wars: Episode IV - A New Hope): 85%

Westley (The Princess Bride): 84%

Glenn Rhee (The Walking Dead): 83%

Robin Hood (Robin Hood): 83%

Annie January (The Boys): 83%

Rapunzel (Tangled): 83%

Captain America (Marvel Cinematic Universe): 81%

Gale Hawthorne (The Hunger Games): 81%

Katniss Everdeen (The Hunger Games): 80%

Ellen Ripley (Alien): 80%

Thinking about it, most of them do have some interesting parallels and traits that I can see matching with Briar! So definitely a very cool little quiz!

Tagging: @placesyoucallhome @shadesofblades @midnightmagicks @avaritia-ffxiv @soulshards-ffxiv @ahollowgrave @naejlas-axe @miqojak @brazenelk @cadrenebula @sasslett and anyone else that wants to do it!

#answers #ask briar #character: briar redfeather

[marierg]

Biscuits and Beskar: 4

Pairing: Boba Fett x OC Kaylee Manu

Rating: Mature (So if you can't be don't read, under 18 be gone!)

Warnings: Angst, longing, past trauma, past assault, murder, descriptions of rampaging wookies, tipsiness, flirting, smutty dreams but nothing overtly descriptive. If I missed one lemme know

A/N: I tend to find that the kindest people are the ones who have walked through hell and come out the other side. With that said no one comes to Tattooine by choice.

Pic credits- Pinterest, Lucasfilm, Sparknala and providence-park for GIFs.

Words:4580

Song credit: Dream a little dream of me by: Schwandt, Andre, & Kahn (Recommend the version sung By Ella Fitzgerald for listening)

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“Come on you rust bucket move, MOVE!” Gunning the throttle you sped into Mos Espa. Having seen the Daimyo leave in a hurry you conferred with the kids. Apparently Krrsantan had been seen loitering near the Sanctuary. “Please let her be ok, please let everybody be ok. I'm begging you just... please!”

Pulling up you hobbled in and there stood your friend Garsa talking down an angry Krrsantan. The stately twi'lek working her charms to soothe the towering terror. Garsa always had the diplomacy of a politician and the charm of a courtesan. When she worked a room it was an art form to behold. But this was not some tame mid rim world. These were the streets of Mos Espa where blood flowed as easily as sand blew on the wind.

“You have met every challenge, won every trophy. Is it not beneath you to dismember this unfortunate Trandosian?” Garsa slowly approached, soothing and pleading with the former gladiator to see reason. All you could imagine was that the Wookie would become enraged at your friend and rip off one of her Lekku. The cold grip of panic started to take hold as the breath caught in your lungs.

“Easy little one, no need to rush in.” Large hand reaching out and grasping your arm, Boba guided you into his side. He shouldn't be surprised that you had followed, though he wished you had stayed back at the Palace. You'd only just begun walking with the brace and yet even that would not slow you down. You reminded him of a canyon rose, hardy and resilient growing among the cliffs. Keeping a stoic expression Boba tried to reassure you, “All will be well.”

Tensing, you swallowed hard, “You don't know that...”

“You doubt my word?” His head tilted just slightly to observe you in his peripheral vision better.

“No.” You reply quietly, even as your heart raced. Boba kept his hand on your arm, thumb stroking lightly.

“Madame Fwip is doing well, better she resolve this than me.” He could see doubt and worry in your eyes, “Have faith in your friend mesh'la.”

Cheeks heating with a flush at his words, you tried to believe what he said. Shifting to put your weight on the better leg you leaned further into Boba. He was so steady and you craved that comfort. It was a luxury in your world, not often indulged yet so very welcome. Much like waking up in his bed, the feeling still haunted your mind. Memory now altered to fantasy, this morning's dream still clinging like a specter.

Your hands could practically feel the silken material beneath you again, the quiet of the wind and the low gravel of Boba's voice. The masculine scent of his skin that clung to the blankets; not cologne but leather, soap, and something just... him. Arousal running hot within you, skin sensitive and aching for touch as you lay spread out beneath him. Longing for those rough hands to grasp and caress; hands that were trained to kill but were so gentle with you. You could feel his deep, rumbling laugh in your ear as he traced over your wanting flesh.

You imagined Boba would call you those little names as his lips grazed over you. Call you his woman, ask you to never leave that room in the tower. That lions gaze holding your own as he found his peace within your arms. That deep burning coil building, gaining momentum and just as your body was on the precipice of climax everything would fade to the dark reality of your own little bed. These were the dreams that woke you in the early hours aching and empty for something you knew you shouldn't want. But stars did you want...

But here in the present, watching the standoff with the Wookie a small part of you felt guilty and yet greedy for this contact, small as it was. Glancing up at Boba and back words slipping loose, not really meaning to, “I never doubt you.”

Fwip offered to wipe the wookie's tab if he would let the lizard go. Really she had done a very good job in deescalating the situation, another reason he was glad to have the Twi'lek as an ally. Boba watched as Krrsantan did as she had requested and released the Trandosian... just not in one piece. Krrsantan did however pay his tab as he left, destruction and chaos still reverberating in his wake. As the Wookie stalked to the door Boba felt you straighten and try to square up, as if to protect him. Fierce some beauty, thorns at the ready. Boba's mouth quirked up in amusement and affection before turning to Madame Fwip.

“It was worth a try.” Letting go of your arm, his touch lingering slightly as he stepped forward, “May I leave Ms. Manu in your capable hands for a moment?”

Boba turned to you before he strode out the door, his fingertip just brushing the top of your hand. The look he gave you, intense yet warm, clearly told you to stay put. And with that he strode into the night.

“Kaylee, my darling girl,” Garsa swept over to you as the tension passed. Well some of it. She would be a fool not to notice the little exchange between you and the Daimyo. Gliding forward on her heels she smiled, it was far past time for a visit with you. “How I've missed seeing you, are they treating you well? What happened to your leg?”

“How am I? How are you?!” You crushed the Twi'lek in a tight hug, relieved beyond measure that she and the other staff hadn't been harmed. Garza laughed as you let out a breath you'd been holding since walking in. Still using humor as a fall back you began to babble, “You could have been mauled! You could have ripped this fabulous dress... which by the way is amazing! Oh, I'm just glad you're okay.”

“Stop, this old thing... well all things new again I suppose.” She hugged you back, one lekku draping on your shoulder affectionately. Garsa looped your arm and guided you to her private booth, signaling the bartender for some refreshments, “Actually I was thinking of you the other day. There are some things that would look lovely on you, especially now that you work at the Palace.”

“I'm a cook, what would I need to dress up for?” I chuckle at the very thought, “That is sweet of you though. Did Skad bring you those sweets?”

“Yes he was quite the diligent delivery man, only took a few in fee.” Garza could never understand your discomfort at the thought of dressing up, especially with your figure and fine taste. Handing you a wine she clinked glasses, “But really Kaylee you'd be doing me a favor and I know that you'll give my old rags a good home. Who else appreciates fashion on this planet. Now, tell me how the Daimyo has been treating you?”

“He's very generous, kind, gives me free reign in the kitchen, never complains.” Your cheeks heating at the mention of Boba, you tried to think of something clever to say. "Good taste in ships... He's very smart, always watching the city pays attention to little things."

Garsa smirked, “Smart man indeed.”

“I do miss margaritas at closing time and sabac nights with you.” I pat her hand and take a seat. “And I miss seeing all these lovely dresses. You always bring a bit of class to this dreary dust ball.”

“And now you can add a little color to that imposing fortress.” Garsa noted the little blush that crept up when you spoke of Fett, “I'm sure that the place can use some brightening and the Daimyo certainly seems to appreciate pretty things.”

Rolling your eyes at Garsa's insinuation you none the less felt a little pang. The Twi'lek owned every room that she walked in and by comparison you were just average. She was the type of woman who could easily walk side by side with someone powerful. Some days you wished that you could walk just as tall. You smiled sadly behind your drink, “He does have fair taste in many things.”

“Fair indeed to have picked the best chef on the planet and the prettiest. Even if you do hide yourself away.” She gave a tug at your flight suit. “But tell me now really what kind of man lies beneath that armor? Master Fett seems so... impressive.”

“Garsa!” Tone scolding as you shook your head.

“Only between us girls.” She batted her lashes at you. Garsa knew that she could push just a little harder and get an answer. “I've seen how you look at him...”

“It's not like that,” replying far to quickly you downed the drink and tried to hide your rising blush, “Besides Boba... Daimyo Fett has far too much to deal with to bother with me.”

“Oh my darling girl... Life is far too short Kaylee, grab it while you can lest it slip by.”

“We both know that's not wise,” Glancing at your friend you sighed, “and those days are past me.”

“Never say never my dear girl. Now one thing I do miss is your singing sweetheart.” Garza handed you another drink. She knew you needed something to grease the wheels if she was to get her song. Signaling Max and the band a familiar tune started to play, “Oh please Kaylee, indulge me.”

“When do I not,” Rolling your eyes and laughing unable to resist. Garsa always could provoke the fun to come out of you.

“Ah lovely,” Garza preened and folded her hands to rest her chin on gracefully.

Closing your eyes you felt the music within you, moving with it as you began.

“Stars shining bright above you Night breezes seem to whisper, 'I love you' Birds singin' in the sycamore tree Dream a little dream of me

Say 'nighty-night' and kiss me Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me While I'm alone and blue as can be Dream a little dream of me”

“...Fennec will be waiting when you arrive.” Boba shook Krrsantan's hand finalizing his contract. Another ally and a good one to have. It certainly beat the alternative. Reentering the Sanctuary your voice greeted him, sultry soulful tune rising in the air. The low tones of the song wrapping their way around his mind, as if a spell had been cast. Sitting with Madame Fwip in the corner booth, the eyes of the patrons on you as you sang with the band.

“Stars fading, but I linger on, dear Still craving your kiss I'm longing to linger 'til dawn, dear Just saying this

Sweet dreams 'til sunbeams find you...

Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you.

But in your dreams, whatever they be

Dream a little dream of me...”

Boba continued to listen as you finished, giving a nod when your eyes found him in the crowd. With the slightest gesture of his hand you rose to join him. Giving a brief nod in parting, Boba also saw the smile that Fwip had upon watching the two of you exit together. It didn't bother him, Boba almost enjoyed the idea of people thinking you belonged to him. Sooner than later it would be true anyway.

Garza's eyes smiled as you finished her favorite song. How she hoped the lyrics would change as her own fortunes had, but a self made woman could only win so often. Maybe you would enjoy the good fortune of love that had passed her by. Garsa missed your wisdom and calm along with your voice. She often told you that such talent wasted was just cruel, but maybe it was such soothing tones that had caught the Daimyo's favor.

Finally a being in this universe had caught your eye, powerful and handsome too. Garsa could see you were smitten, had never heard you speak so favorably about someone. Not to mention how shy and secretive you were, blushing at every turn. Then there was the way that the Daimyo had strutted back in to collect you, summoning you without a word. The little look and protective hand he placed behind you. Raising her glass as you left Garsa giggled, “Good luck my dear.”

Boba observed as you walked beside him. Your eyes were not on the streets and buildings, but to the stars. “You sing very well.”

“I do alright I guess.” Shrugging you kept your eyes on the glimmering worlds above. Clear nights like this one reminded you of being on the cruiser, Papa taking you to the first class observation deck after everyone was in bed. The stories he would tell you and teaching you each star by name and system. “It's a clear night, no sandstorms tomorrow.”

“Good day for riding then.” Boba smirked seeing you place one of your kitchen knives back in the saddle bag of your speeder. He chuckled, “Try not to skin the Wookie when he comes in for breakfast.”

“I'll try my best, but no promises.” Tilting your head you gave him a steady look. “Do you trust him?”

“He'll do his job.” Boba studied the old imperial speeder you rode. It was modified and had to be faster than hell to have gotten you here so quickly. “That's an awful lot of metal to handle, isn't it?”

“Not really.” You gave the man a look, teasing a bit. You ran your hand almost suggestively over the throttle while still absently moving things in the saddle bag. The drinks were giving you a nice buzz, loosening the usually tight guard you kept around Boba. “I think you'll find I can handle a lot of things.”

Boba smiled and shook his head, “Is that so?”

“Would think a hunter such as yourself would know better than to judge a book by it's cover.” Hopping astride the speeder you started the engine and giving it a little throttle. Feeling very loose and adventurous you winked, “Race you back to the Palace?”

“You shouldn't drive in your state.” His tone was almost scolding. Donning his helmet Boba pulled you to the back of the speeder by your waist, taking the pilot's spot.

“Hey now...”

“You have a bad enough tendency to hurt yourself,” Boba gunned the throttle, turning to look at you over his shoulder. “Best hold on cyar'ika.”

Giving him a bemused look, you couldn't help thinking he was teasing you somehow. “You know one of these days I'll figure out what all these words mean.”

“Ash'tuur mesh'la...” Boba didn't dare finish that thought though, at least not right now.

He didn't have to take the Bantha trail back to the Palace, more rough than the main road. But between the view of the night sky and the way your body clung onto his, Boba wanted this journey to last just a little longer. He savored the pressure of your chin resting on his shoulder, the joyous sounds when you saw something. The gentle way your arms wrapped around his body, little squeezes on the occasional bump was all worth the extra distance.

The bike was a powerful little machine, you talked him through the controls and what not to push, though you only explained it as 'emergency controls'. There were a few after market mods that he didn't recognize, but he could clearly tell that the weapons system was still functional. Boba caught Fennec shaking her head with a smirk as they entered the hangar. At the door of your room he was surprised when you turned and took hold of his helm. You didn't try to tug or lift it off, instead you held it as gently as if it were his own face.

“Thank you for going tonight, for helping my friend.” There was a soft smile on your face, grateful for the good that he did. It'd been so long since the people of Tattooine had someone good on their side.

Tilting his head into your touch Boba hummed, “It's my duty to protect the people of the city.”

“Maybe, but you do it well,” Softly you traced the scratches in the paint, “so I'll thank you again.”

He smiled under the helmet, his voice practically a purr through the vocoder. “Then it is also my pleasure.”

Even in your tipsy state you knew better than to give into further temptation. Your body was begging you to pull him into your room and peal off that green plating, but caution said think twice. So instead you kissed the post of his visor, the cool surface nowhere near matching the warmth of the man beneath. Pulling back reluctantly you slowly closed your door. “Good night Boba, sleep well.”

Even after your door closed and he retired to his own quarters he would find no rest. Boba could not find tranquility in his dreams, his past haunting him even there. Maybe tonight he could will those memories away though, perhaps you would find him instead. He breathed deeply as he lay back forcing his eyes closed. The sheets still held your lingering scent, the sound of your voice singing that song still fresh in his mind. A faint smile on his lips as he drifted, “Dream of me too mesh'la.”

“Kaylee can you come to throne room please?”

“Karking hells why is it always the wine coolers...." Rolling your eyes with a groan you placed the dishes aside and headed down the hall. Your head felt like a pack of Banthas had stampeded right over it. Light, sound, hell anyone breathing too loud was annoying to you right now. Muttering under your breath you forced yourself to walk towards Fennec, "And what may I assist you with today?”

“Not enough Kaf this morning?” A loth cats grin quirking the corners of her face Fennec found this very amusing. “Maybe you need some nice dry toast, Hmm?”

“Ha ha ha...”

“Poor Cookie," The assassin chuckled in her throat, "unfortunately I must add to your headache. Boba has called for a meeting of the three crime families.”

“Aqualish, Klatooinians, and Trandosians?” Verbally confirming while rubbing your temple, starting to make a mental list. This big of a meeting wouldn't have been called without reason, this was an act of diplomacy. Each group needed to be represented and appeased equally, a show of the Daimyo's generosity and power. “How much time do I have?”

“Tomorrow night.”

“Dank Ferrik...” Glancing at Fennec she shrugs.

“You'll have whatever you need. Also Boba wants you to act as hostess for the evening.” She smirked at the thought of seeing Boba hot under the plating seeing you in a dress. It was the little things that brought Fennec joy with this job and torturing the boss was definitely one. "I hope you have something nicer than that to wear."

Pausing mid stride while making mental plans your face grew pale, as a chill ran through you, “What?”

“He would like you to entertain and serve the guests.” Fennec paused studying your reaction. she had seen may of your mannerisms but not this. It was as though all joy had been pulled from you.

“I can't... You understand the intricacies and the politics far better.” Shaking your head you turned from the woman starting to head back to the kitchen, trying to end the discussion. “I'll be busy cooking...”

Fennec's tone became firm, “What do you mean you can't?”

“I can't ok.” You snapped at Fennec as a cold sweat broke out. You tried to take a deep breath, voice turning low and strained, “I'm not a hostess... I'm not...”

“Hey hey hey.” Fennec took your shoulders and gave you a shake seeing the terror in your eyes, even as you tried to control it. She soothingly gave a gentle squeeze to your shoulders waiting for you to calm. “Cookie look at me. I can't help you if I don't know what's wrong, talk to me.”

Biting out a low answer and swallowing hard you tried to meet her gaze, “It's safer in the kitchen.”

“Alright, you feel safer there, but why not out here? You're safe with me right?” You nodded at her, though stiffly. Fennec may not know what the root of this was, but she knew that the only way to deal with fear was to face it. Forcing you wouldn't be effective though, you had to make the choice. “If you really don't want to do this I can talk to Boba, but I would like you to think it over first. I promise you will be safe through the entirety of this dinner. You trust me?”

You nodded again.

“Good, because I trust you too.” Fennec gave your shoulders another squeeze. “No one else understands these people like you do. You've lived and survived around them for years and that's knowledge I don't have. I need a second set of eyes and ears in there.”

Maybe it was the firm tone, maybe it was the comforting squeeze on your shoulders. The panic started to dissipate, Fennec was right of course. This was not the Cruiser, this was not that banquet, these were not Imperials. Shaking your head you met her gaze, “You'll be there the whole time?”

“We all will.” She sees you swallow hard, deciding to try for humor, “If anyone tries anything you have permission to feed them to the Rancor.”

You snorted and smirked, finally able to breath again, “I should get to it then.”

“Thank you Cookie, let me know what you need.”

You walk away, sinking into work as a distraction. The kitchen was your domain, your haven. Here is where you were in control. You had lied to Fennec when you had told her you couldn't host, hell you had been one of the best on the ship. In one swift act of violence all of the joy and pride that you had for that job had been shattered, you never looked back. Going through the inventory and sending out your orders this is already going to be a hefty task. “Ratty can you grab R4 and 8D-8 for me?”

As the crew gathered, you brace on the counter, “Ok friends I need your help.”

“I am not a cooking droid,” 8D-8 tilted his head as the others beeped and whistled, “I do not believe I will be of much help to you Mistress Kaylee.”

“You are just the droid I need Dee.” Motioning for him to follow, you both walk towards the storage area. “I need you to find these items and then help me clean and set up. Dee you've been at this Palace since the Hutt was still ruling, you know where to find everything. I know I can count on you.”

“Flattery is wasted on me.”

"Maybe but I find positive reinforcement is a better motivator than threats of dismemberment." Rolling your eyes at the droid you sighed, "Everyone adapts to change Dee, it's how we survive."

"I can not argue that observation." The droid whirred a few times and sighed. “This is not what I was designed for Mistress Kaylee, but I shall endeavor to comply.”

With a sardonic nod you left the droid to attend other matters. There was prep work to be done and a banquet to plan. Through the afternoon and into the evening it was like directing an orchestra. Ratty and R4 bringing you the produce and meat to prep while you set the mods to dressing up the throne room with 8D-8. Large table set over the grate raised a few disgruntled growls from the enclosure below. Skad came in after patrol bearing the gowns that Garsa gifted you, placing them in your office for the time being. The rascal also tried to pilfer from the trays earning the end of your spoon for it. Taking a brief glance you saw that Garsa had sent several in colors that you loved but also quite a few in green, clever woman.

It wasn't till well past midnight that you finally stepped away from the kitchen to take a break on the terrace. Gazing at the stars above you sipped at your whiskey. The burning as the alcohol slipped down your throat did little to ease the ache, never did. Glancing out at the great dune sea and the moons above your mind drifted.

The imperial officers had been charming at first, flirting like any other guests on the ship would. You remained professional even becoming stern when they didn't take the hint. Then they had decided to take what they wanted. Sadistically laughing as they beat you, the brutality as they ripped your clothing.

You had been lucky, they didn't get far, Papa had rushed in when you screamed. Killing two of the men for daring to lay a hand on you, cleaving a hand from another. Papa told you he loved you, then shoved you through the kitchen door and told you to hide. You'd stayed in the engine room for a day and a night with the other refugees, until the head steward had come to find you.

The Empire didn't care about the circumstances, any sign of defiance was dealt with the same. Papa should have had a trial, he should have had a lawyer, things that supposedly all free citizens of the Empire were entitled to. Instead he was summarily found guilty. The Empire executed him in front of the whole ship as an example.

It was why you came to this place, far away from the Empire. Hoping to bury your past and start over new. For a while it had worked, running your little diner near the city center. Then Jabba had died and that kark Fortuna took over. The drought years, the round ups, the mayor. It was a simple decision really to help hide the kids, it was the right thing to do. It's what Papa would have done. Even when everything came crashing down and you had to rebuild again you kept doing what you could. Tattooine was your home, these were your people and by the stars someone had to help them. You weren't a warrior, but you could use the skills you did have.

As you readied breakfast at dawn you took another appraising look at the gowns your friend had sent, finding one that you felt would be suitable. The green and gold shimmer silk would drape nicely while allowing for needed movement. The sari wrap would help cover anything missed by the rest of the dress. You hoped that you could shine up like a new credit or at least look presentable. There was still hours of cooking ahead, but you would do your utmost to represent the Palace well, even if the guests didn't deserve the hospitality.

You would do it for the people of Tatooine and for their new protector.

Some days you couldn't help falling into despair, thinking that perhaps you were a jinx. Sometimes you couldn't sleep. Then the next day you would pick yourself up and do what you must. Celsus Manu had raised you better, he raised a strong granddaughter and you would not disappoint him. Taking a deep breath you sent the message to Fennec confirming your choice. “Alright 'Kay, into the Nexu's den once more...”

Mando'a translations:

Mesh'la- beautiful

Cyar'ika- sweetheart

Ash'tuur mesh'la -Someday beautiful

Tags: @pickleprickle @acatalystrising @daimyosprincess @the-rain-on-kamino @kimiheartblade

#star wars #boba fett #the book of boba fett #Biscuits and Beskar #boba fett fanfiction #boba fett x oc #Boba Fett x OC Kaylee Manu #OC Kaylee Manu #sw tbobf #tbobf #18+ mdni #mdni

[munstysmind]

WIP LIST TAG GAME

Rules: In a new post, post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Tagged by @sillyrabbit81

*clears throat* there’s a LOT

Maddison, An Original Series - CE

Your Weakness, A Hawaii Five-0 Series

Stepping Up, An Original Series - HC

Secret Love, An Original Series - SS

Veneris Filia - Dark Gladiator

Helping Hand - Doctor James “Bucky” Barnes

Sacrifice - Dark Winter Soldier

Valentines Request #1

Valentines Request #2

Valentines Request #3

Sebastian Stan x OC Little Sister

Steve Rogers Cuffs Smut

Dark Crossover Challenge - Supernatural x Winter Soldier

Safe - 4k Writing Challenge

Edging One Shot

Welcome Home - Chris Evans One Shot

Moustache - Henry Cavill One Shot

PC - Henry Cavill One Shot

Coconut Oil make up remover - Henry Cavill

Henry Cavill Sick One Shot

Birthday Cake - Chris Evans One Shot

Consummation - Dark King James Barnes One Shot

ADHD Burnout fic

It’s Yours - @secretaryunpaid Prompt

Peel Off - Henry Cavill

@aussieez @rookiemartin @babeyyemor @pixie88 @chickensarentcheap @dhoruwolfie @themaradwrites @cali-nyc5 @darsynia @birminghamshelbyboys @wewannasaygoodnight @sweetbunnyliddle @kingliam2019 @angelcavill66 @mis-lil-red @rcarbo1 @secretdream2 @livesinfantasyland @identity2212 @fanfics-r-us-official @km-ffluv @ktficworld @juliaorplI78 @henry-cavs-tudor @red-write-hand

#munstysmind #tag game #wip list

[artilaz]

OC Meme - Vharloth Zal'arin

(Baldur's Gate 3 version)

Tagged by: No one directly, but @ex-textura's gorgeous boy Ilztaufein inspired me to do this for yet another OC

Tagging: Everyone who wants to do it and hasn't been tagged directly!

B A S I C S

Full name: Vharloth Zal'arin. He chose the name for himself. He'd rather cut out his tongue than ever speak his birth name again, since he associates it with nothing but misery.

Gender: Cisgender male

Sexuality: Bisexual

Pronouns: He/him

Class: Oathbreaker Paladin

O T H E R

Birthplace: One of the greater cities in the Underdark, but I haven't decided on a specific one yet.

Job: None at the moment. Before his escape, he was being kept as a slave and gladiator.

Phobias: He bears an intense fear of seeing loved ones suffer or die, but since that fear isn't irrational, it's not quite a phobia.

Guilty pleasures: There's not much that brings him pleasure to begin with, but he doesn't feel guilty about anything that does.

Hobbies: He doesn't know himself well enough to have many real hobbies yet, but what he does know is that he enjoys singing - mostly where nobody else can hear it, though.

M O R A L S

Alignment: He still has to figure out where his free will will land him, but probably along the lines of chaotic good.

Sins: None of the classic deadly sins fully apply to him, but negative traits of his include jealousy, apathy/reluctance, as well as a tendency towards judgmentalism, all of which he's aware of, and actively trying to overcome.

Virtues: Patience, tenacity/resilience, hope, and the willingness to learn and improve

T H I S  O R  T H A T

Introvert / Extrovert

Organized / Disorganized

Close-minded / Open-minded

Calm / Anxious / Restless

Disagreeable / Agreeable / In between

Cautious / Reckless / In between - strongly depending on the given situation, and whether or not there are lives at stake other than his own

Patient / Impatient / In between

Outspoken / Reserved / In between

Leader / Follower / Flexible

Empathetic / Unempathetic / In between

Optimist / Pessimist / Realist - not quite applicable. His past has left him with a pessimistic streak, but he's actively working on getting rid of that, forcing himself into a more hopeful mindset.

Traditional / Modern / In between

Hard-working / Lazy

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

OTP: None so far

Acceptable Ships: Vharloth x Halsin. They're not an absolute OTP, but they'd work nicely together, at least from Vharl's point of view. Halsin's grounded, wise, and kind nature is something he'd feel himself strongly drawn to. Maybe even Vharloth x Astarion. I don't think they'd last for very long, but they could bond over some of their past trauma, and misinterpret their understanding of each other's emotions as romantic feelings.

OT3: Vharloth x Halsin x Lythia (another OC of mine). Lythia is a young half-elf, her father being Aozhan, my main OC. She's sweet, gentle, kind, accepting, and has a strong heart. Halsin and Lythia are the actual OTP here, but since they've agreed to let each other roam if they wish, and since they've both got elven blood, I can also see them with Vharl.

Brotp: Vharloth x Karlach. Vharlach, if you will. Vharl gravitates towards people with a positive mindset, since he himself is actively fighting to allow optimism into his own life, so he'd probably enjoy spending time with her. There wouldn't be romantic feelings from his side, though, since he only feels those towards other elves or half-elves.

Notp: Probably a good few, but the most obvious one is Vharloth x Minthara. Being not only a female drow, but also a Paladin of Lolth just like he himself used to be, he'd be terrified that she'd make an attempt to take him back to the Underdark and have him punished for his insubordination, to a point he'd refuse to stay with the group if she was part of it.

B A C K S T O R Y

I don't have his full story developed, but here have some facts about him that I do know for sure - in no particular order.

He's the firstborn child of a rather well-respected family, but not of noble background.

He used to have a younger sister. She was his everything, but she was killed during an attack at a social event hosted by one of the high houses, which he was also present at. His parents never forgave him for failing to save her, and neither did he.

After those events, he was pretty much disowned by his family, and eventually ended up enslaved under another matriarch.

"His one redeeming quality," as his parents often stated, was that he was talented with the sword, which led to his mistress sending him into coliseum fights for the upper class's entertainment, and eventually he was encouraged to swear the Oath to Lolth. He didn't keep it out of true conviction though, but for the fear of consequences.

For almost his entire life, he's secretly dreamed of a life on the surface. The only person he ever told about this was his sister, whom he used to have a close bond to.

Having made it to the surface now, he's in a strange mental place, having bouts ranging from internal emptiness, to radical longing for any sort of experience for experience's sake.

A quote of his is: "I'd rather go blind from seeing the sun just once, than never getting to see it."

At some point in the future, he will renew his oath, but this time he'll swear it to Lathander, and this time, he'll mean it.

#Tristan talks #My OCs #OC meme #Vharloth Zal'arin #He's my edgy trauma baby #In the middle of his character development arc #And I love him to pieces

[chazz-anova]

OC Tattoo Tag!

i wasn't tagged by anyone but wanted to bring this back and see some tattoo shit!!! yall know i love that ink, sending some tags tooooo @dumbassdep @socially-awkward-skeleton @the-silver-chronicles @inafieldofdaisies @voidika @cassietrn @simonxriley @strangefable @pierrotguru @deputyash and anyone else who'd like to do it!

Does your OC have any tattoos? If not, do they want any?

he does! ro has 3 tattoos at the moment, he's big on having meaning behind his ink so he doesn't have any prospective ideas at the moment, just is content with what he's got.

If the answer to both questions above is ‘no’, does your OC enjoy the aesthetic of tattoos? If not, is there a reason why?

n/a

How does your OC act while they’re getting a tattoo? Do they grit their teeth and deal with the pain, do they need something to hold onto while getting inked, ect.?

roman is a typical tough guy so he grins and bears the pain no matter how it affects him. and he doesn't take breaks either, he wouldn't allow himself that.

Would your OC ever get a face or hand tattoo? 

honestly yes to both! he doesn't have either at the moment, but wouldn't be opposed as long as it was important him.

List any of their tattoos/prospective tattoos below! Feel free to add any meaning they may have!:

roman has a chest piece of a gladiator fighting off a lion, similar to the pic below! this to him signifies his life and how it's been an uphill battle, sometimes seemingly to a higher power's amusement. but he will make something of himself no matter what. shortly after joining eden's gate, ro got a brand of the cross on his left shoulder blade. moving to montana was a big change for him and a commitment to making a better life for himself, this is to represent that. and finally he has a pair of boxing gloves tatted on his right inner arm! this is to honor the time he spent as a semi-professional boxer

Does your OC have any tattoos? If not, do they want any?

ronnie has 4 tattoos at the moment, and definitely wants more! she believes her body is a canvas to be painted with whatever she likes

If the answer to both questions above is ‘no’, does your OC enjoy the aesthetic of tattoos? If not, is there a reason why?

n/a

How does your OC act while they’re getting a tattoo? Do they grit their teeth and deal with the pain, do they need something to hold onto while getting inked, ect.?

loooots of deep breaths lmao, veru also prefers to have a friend alongside to hold her hand so she can squeeze through the pain lol

Would your OC ever get a face or hand tattoo? 

hand tattoo definitely, she already has one! face tattoo, probably not!

List any of their tattoos/prospective tattoos below! Feel free to add any meaning they may have!:

v's first official tattoo would be the outline of the whitetail mountains on her left forearm! it just felt right, like the mountains were towering above to protect her and she wanted to memorialize that. she has a little bushel of lilacs on her ankle, it reminds her of her grandmother's garden. on ronnie's middle finger she has a stick and poke she did herself at 14 of devil horns, perfect to flip the world off when you're an angry teenager lol and finally a tattoo that veronica got on her 21st birthday, she was out with joey and a few other friends and after some barhopping she decided it was tattoo time! one of the artists there had a sheet of drawings they'd made and were offering, and this duck with a ski mask made her laugh so hard she peed a little. so she got it on her thigh!

#annie and aphia don't have any tattoos surprisingly! #roman ayson #veronica rook #tag game #tattoo tag