#tyren oc

[bamsara]

guys i dont think its a bit anymore

doodles i did in art stream a few days ago for later fic stuff

also: dream lamb/narinder

#trod au #the rehabilitation of death #narilamb #tyren oc #doodles

[shabre-legacy]

@grandninjamasterren

Tyrenic comes home from another mission for the Jedi (aka I can’t draw armor yet so Jemsyn gets a crop top)

Faces are hard

#I’m trying #Swtor #swtor ocs #Tyrenic #Jemsyn #cute mirialans being cute #my art

[green-ajah-aes-sedai]

Prince Joffrey Velaryon x Lord Tyren Lannister

For @ghostlydarknight

#joffrey velaryon #prince joffrey #joffrey the lionhearted #tyren lannister #tyren the quiet lion #lord tyren #tyren x joffrey #joffrey x tyren #house lannister #house targaryen #house velaryon #house cole #my ocs tag #au edits #asoiaf edits #asoiaf moodboard #got edits #got moodboard #hotd edits #hotd moodboard #my edits

[itsillchangethislater]

Packages have safely arrived and I can post these now without fear of being found out lol!

I made @bamsara cotl oc’s Tyren and Finor for their bday! Tyren especially is really fun to take unflattering photos of lol. Finor owns my heart and soul btw.

I also made @vurelly a husband! I, in the pinnacle of my brilliance, forgot to take a nice picture of him finished, so ya’ll get ugly silly progress shots. I had to pin down and stitch his hair strands so while I was doing that he looked like he had some sort of infectious disease XD.

Thank you both for letting me slap you with gifts!! You’re lovely people and hearing you enjoyed them makes me cry tears of joy!

#Wren art #crochet #Cotl au #trod au #trod fanart #tyren trod #Finor trod #Gale bg3

[pal-mac]

WTF thank you!! I had like 7 followers like a few weeks ago lmfaaoo

small intro to my oc tyren ((homophobic)

#follower count #palmacocs

[savior-of-humanity]

Who was your first OC?Do you still write your first OC?Who is your favorite OC?How would you describe your favorite OC?

A) My first OC that I ever created (which was when I was like 8 or 10?) was a self-insert dragon girl who used my IRL name (which is Paige!). She was basically a hybrid of Spyro and Cynder (specifically from the Legend of Spyro trilogy) in terms of design, and over time more or less evolved into her own thing. I hardly draw her nowadays but she has a very, very special place in my heart.

As for the first OC I roleplayed on Tumblr, well that was a self-insert Spartan OC that used the (very creative name) of Paige-116. Don't remember anything about her except for some vague, wack-ass backstory about her being like, half-Forerunner or something. I don't really write her anymore, and if I ever wanted to I'd want to give her an actual proper backstory and what not.

B) My favorite OC? That's kind of hard. I have like... a bunch lmao

So, going from top to bottom:

Tyrene, a Marauder OC. Lowkey tsundere for (my) Doomguy. Name is taken from the Forerunner/Ancient Human name for Earth in Halo lore, Erde-Tyrene.

Silas Watson, an Evangelion pilot. He's actually made for a EVA/Kaiju server I've been spending a lot of time on called Ode to Despair. At one point he was in a relationship with Shinji but uh... a LOT of shit happened, and he ended up becoming a Arch-Judicator/servant for the Worm-in-Waiting. There's another Silas running around but the two are different individuals despite being basically the same.

Astrai! Made specifically for a homebrew table top RPG campaign hosted by one of my friends, where the setting was basically "half-people half-monsters living on an island." She's basically an Astalos Furry™

Not really a OC, more so a self-insert/persona. Or sharksona.

Swift-With-Arrows (art not mine). She's an OLD OC of mine from waaaay back when I was introduced to Skyrim by my older brother.

And finally, Vekem 'Talamee (art also not mine). He's also a pretty old OC that hasn't really gotten any love lately, but the gist behind him is that he's kind of a psychotic Sangheili who thinks that the honor customs for his species is a bunch of bullshit that's just holding them back from their Real Potential™. Also really, really, really fucking racist towards humans.

So yeah. Lots of choices. I can't really pick a fave out of all of them lol

#ooc #ask meme #blog meme

[storiesofdistantstars]

to heal and to understand

AN: This was written for the Jedi June even being hosted by @jedijune and is for the first prompt, “compassion.” Keva and Tyren are my OCs.

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“Master,” Keva said, folding his hands in his sleeves. “What is that?”

Master Tyren was sitting crosslegged on the ground, running gentle fingers over the back of the creature next to him. “What does it look like, padawan?” he asked.

The creature was quadrupedal, about eighteen inches long, with smooth skin of a muddy grey color that looked as if it was slimy, a stubby tail, two small, rounded ears set lopsidedly on its head, and features that looked rather as if it had been hit quite hard in the face multiple times.

In short, it looked ugly, and Keva could not fathom why his master was petting it.

He sighed, and tried to focus on an actual answer. “It looks like… is that a vurrel?” The creatures were known for being dangerous, more willing to bite or kick than lie sedately in the dirt and be petted- not that most would want to pet them. “Master…”

The vurrel made a snuffling, mucusy sound, like a child with a runny nose. Master Tyren soothed it, gloved hands smoothing over its lumpy side.

“Come sit,” he said, patting the ground next to him with his free hand. Keva did so, and stared at the creature with reluctant fascination.

“These things are dangerous,” Keva pointed out, linking his hands over his knees. “They can break bones when they kick, and their bites get infected.”

Master Tyren smiled at him patiently. “They can, yes. If you don’t treat them respectfully. Why don’t you try and get a sense of how our new friend is feeling?”

“Master,” Keva said, instinctively pulling away from the creature. “You want me to touch that thing?”

“I do,” Master Tyren said. “It will not kick or bite you, as long as you keep your fingers away from its mouth. I will not let it hurt you.”

Keva sighed, although the pleased warmth he felt at his master’s words made it hard not to smile. “Do I have to?”

It wasn’t really a question, and from the way Master Tyren looked over at him, he knew it. Keva would do anything his master asked. He just… didn’t want to.

Grimacing only a little bit, he scrubbed his hand on his robes and laid it on the vurrel’s side.

It was, in fact, distinctly slimy.

Keva allowed himself two seconds to find that unpleasant, then closed his eyes and breathed.

For a moment, they just breathed in tandem, him and the vurrel, and he made himself put aside his discomfort and anxiety and instinctive dislike of the creature. It wasn’t helpful now.

Sensing the emotions of another being was actually easier with animals, for the same reason it was easier with small children- their simple, uncomplicated feelings and desires meant it was easier to get a sense of them, without the layers and precision of older sentients. Right now, that meant it was easy to figure out…

“It’s uncomfortable,” Keva said, faintly surprised. “In pain.”

“Good,” Master Tyren said, his voice pleased. “Do you know why?”

Keva breathed, and felt a sharp, sympathetic twinge in his own body. “Its leg,” he said, opening his eyes to point to a gash that was slowly seeping purplish blood. “It’s infected.”

“It is,” Master Tyren said, sitting back in the way Keva knew meant he had something to say.

“It is, as you said, dangerous. It has no tangible benefit as an individual- at least, to us. One could argue that it would be natural, to allow it to die here- it certainly would, without intervention.”

Master Tyren moved to stroke around the vurrel’s neck, achingly gentle, uncaring of the unpleasant texture of its skin or the teeth that could take his fingers off. The vurrel whined, eyes closing as it trembled with every wheezing breath.

He looked up at Keva, green eyes steady. “But it is in pain,” he said softly. “And we are Jedi.”

Keva nodded, his master’s steadiness making something in his chest ease. “I’ll heal it.”

Master Tyren’s pleased smile made him go warm inside, and he allowed himself a single second to savor it before he closed his eyes and laid a hand on its side. His padawan braid swung forwards, over his shoulder, and his master brushed it back with the hand not touching the vurrel.

Keva breathed, steady and even, and focused.

Healing, he’d found, felt almost like meditation, but more… external. A little like meditating with his master, or his sibling-padawans, that feeling of another pinging against his mind.

The vurrel was afraid.

Terrified, because it was in pain, and at their mercy, and it had no way of knowing whether they would harm it.

And somewhere, beneath the pain and fear, Keva found that it wanted to go home. Found impressions of pups, smaller than his hand and still blind and helpless.

It whined, and absently he soothed it, stroking across its side softly. He could feel it look up at him, dark eyes wet and beady and impossibly trusting.

Keva found he was honored by its trust.

It had no reason to trust him, to believe that he would not hurt it, believe that he would help it to go home to its pups. He hadn’t liked it, hadn’t trusted it, but its life was in his hands and it believed that he would help it.

He thought of the pups again, small and innocent, and then the evenings in the creche, watching over the toddlers in the safety of the Temple as they gazed at him with the same unwavering trust.

Keva breathed, and looked in.

Force Healing was not, in itself, a particularly complex ability. It was simply allowing the body to do what it already wanted to do, helping to speed along the process and providing the energy needed for the body to rebuild itself. It required willpower, a need to heal the patient, and that was where the danger lay, history littered with those who had turned to desperation or worse, the Dark with the intent to save, tearing themselves apart in the process.

And in the same way, it required understanding. A Healer, more than any other Jedi, had to be able to set aside their personal feelings in order to focus, to care for their charge in a way that did not allow for resentment or disgust or dislike. It was impossible if the Healer didn’t believe, truly, that their life was worth saving. And in that way, with selflessness and universal, unconditional care for life, a skilled Healer could mend the wounds of their worst enemy.

The vurrel whimpered, leg twitching in pain as the infection burned away and flesh began to knit back together.

“Good,” Master Tyren murmured, his voice sounding very far away. Keva smiled softly without opening his eyes.

For a moment, he and the creature breathed in unison, and then he sat back, almost swaying as the world abruptly rushed in. Master Tyren’s hand landed on his back as he blinked away the dizziness.

“You might have put a bit more of yourself in than you needed,” he murmured, hand tracing up and down Keva’s spine. “Very good, Keva.”

The vurrel stretched out its leg, testing the muscles- probably still achy and tingly with the rapid healing- and got to its feet, legs wobbling like a newborn.

Keva watched as it walked away, rapidly picking up speed as it remembered how to move, and felt a little wistful.

“Are you ready to go home?” Master Tyren asked, getting to his feet and brushing off his gloves. He offered a hand to Keva.

He looked up at his master. There was affection in his eyes, simple pride for his student’s achievements, for lessons learned.

“Yes, Master,” Keva said, and took his hand.

#jedi june #star wars oc #jedi oc #tcw oc #clone wars oc #oc: tyren navys #oc: keva tatero #my writing #my ocs

[qelizhus]

the odes | character intro #4

tyren cator; main character; chief of ermyre and [redacted]

It is almost night by the time Tyren figures it out. Sometime around sunfall they make their first step forward; it’s first their arm that shifts. It doesn’t take too long after that to get the rest of their body to fall in line. It is, admittedly, a little hard to condense themselves into the small space the hatch provides, but Tyren has never been one to turn down a challenge. 

Finally, they squeeze themselves in through the hatch, falling through and landing on the solid ground on the other side. It is a spacious room—a little messy, admittedly, but nice nonetheless. 

Neither Lao nor Amanan are there to be found. 

pronouns: they/them

theme song: Insomnies - Angele 

likes: nature, innovation, working together with friends

dislikes: people who don’t listen to others, unnecessary cruelty, lies

mbti type: INFJ-A

hogwarts au: gryffindor 

good at: making plans

bad at: thinking realistically

hobby: previously exploring hydroponics and aeroponics, now...?

#writeblr #wip #wip edit #writing #violetvineyard #amwriting #wip excerpt #character intro #character introduction #oc introduction #wip character intro #oc intro #the odes #the odes character intro #tyren cator #sch #qwrites

[bamsara]

what the dog doin

#trod au #the rehabilitation of death #tyren oc #joon oc #cult of the lamb #jayen oc #im not tagging all the other bishops #cotl oc post GO #doodles #grekimar oc

[shabre-legacy]

#This scene was so cool #I love the scenery #like the force state is so pretty #swtor #tyrenic #tyrenic shabre #oc

[green-ajah-aes-sedai]

Lord Tyren Lannister

"The Quiet Lion"

For @ghostlydarknight

#tyren lannister #the quiet lion #tyren the quiet lion #house lannister #my ocs tag #asoiaf edits #asoiaf moodboard #got edits #got moodboard #hotd edits #hotd moodboard #my edits #au edits

[lassieposting]

Does your Grimoire (I should really call it just THE Grimoire, because let's be real, it is...) have a section listing all magical disciplines and if so, did you add any of your own invention not mentioned in canon?

It does, and I did! I'm debating doing this section as like. A set of leaflets for young sorcerers choosing disciplines to study.

Some of the ones I added are vaguely hinted at or mentioned in canon, but I've expanded them. Cyberkinesis (briefly mentioned as Tyren Lament's discipline in KOTW) has been developed A Lot, because it's my oc's discipline.

#skulduggery pleasant #sp handbook

[villainship]

Boys. 😎

8 of R’s, 2 of Dani’s, and half of 1 (w/ Lyir) by @claudela. MBMBAM-quote "alignment" chart from here. Lol

#memes #SWTOR OCs #about my OCs: R #about my OCs: Dani #*Arameis #*Keran #*Lyir #scuffed-up dumpster punk boyo #*Liio #*Isaq #*Xerzen #*Tyren #*Kallir #Tarskal #raikari post

[wraith-t0wn]

My OC Tallo has 3 siblings and I’m currently designing their outfits so have their faces for now

I might change Tyren’s hair

#my art #my ocs

[snickertoodles]

Your tag was so sweet. I always have fun with these 😁 okay so your scenario is two or three OCs being stuck in a mall after hours.

Yay :D Okay this one’s hard since all my OCs are kinda… Fantasy people XD

But there’s always a reverse-The Impossible Sky where the misfits come to Earth instead. Because I’m sure some shenanigans would ensue there… xD SO:

Ever: I mean she’d react about how any human would when locked inside a mall. Wonderously wandering around the empty mall, too terrified of setting off alarms to mess with much of anything. XD Maybe take Auren with her and show him the demos in the video game store…

Tyren: Lost somewhere in a toy or electronics store taking apart all the mechanical doodads.

Serena: Located Barnes & Noble. Was never seen again.

Then of course they’d have the epic escape scene where they need to GTFO before dawn comes and the security guys see a human and a bunch of fantasy creatures running around. XD If anyone writes a dragon-in-human-world fic there should definitely be a mall involved.

#OC ask #the impossible sky #ask toodles #toodles talks

[storiesofdistantstars]

the value of life

AN: This was written for the Jedi June event being hosted by @jedijune and is for the second prompt, “lightsaber.” Dawn and Tyren are my OCs.

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“I don’t know where to start.”

Dawn stared for a moment at the assortment before her, taking up most of the small table. Front and center, of course, was her crystals- two, because she’d shown a preference for jar’kai since she was barely out of the creche. Twins, she thought, was the closest word for the halves-but-not-same sense she got from them.

Beyond the two crystals, which were shimmering faintly, nearly silver but with bright flashes of color when the ceiling light hit them, was an assortment of pieces, mostly metal and shining. They’d picked out a fairly varied assortment from the Temple’s stores, with her master assuring her that they could go back if nothing felt right.

The man himself was mending one of his cloaks across the table, gloved hands moving deftly. Not his, actually- upon closer inspection, it looked more like it belonged to his former padawan, Dess, who was a second-year Knight and a lot more prone to getting his clothes damaged.

He looked up when Dawn spoke, smiling faintly. “You’re thinking too hard, little one,” he said, voice low and calm. “It’s more intuitive than intellectual.”

“But it’s-” Dawn bit her lip, frowning. “I’m not sure what I’m looking for. I mean, will it feel like it did when I found the crystals? How does it all fit together?”

Master Tyren hummed thoughtfully for a moment, and she could feel him looking for the words he wanted through their fledgeling bond. “It’s hard to explain,” he said finally. “It’s different for everyone. Why don’t you look at mine?”

He pulled his saber from his belt. Dawn had always thought it was beautiful- a smooth, seamless affair of silver and white, with just hints of metal that was a deep brown color, almost black.

He twisted it apart in a few simple, easy motions, revealing the green crystal at its heart. He stuck his needle into the cloak and set it aside, focusing on the saber, as the components drifted apart to more easily see them. He lifted them across the table towards her, and she lifted a hand, not touching it but reaching out to feel them.

The only part of the saber that was inherently Force-attuned was the crystal itself, but the whole thing had the same silent frequency, each piece working in tandem. The crystal could not work without the whole, and the rest would be meaningless without the crystal; in the same way, it was an extension of Master Tyren, inherently connected to him through the Force.

Dawn hummed to herself, letting the feeling of the Force flow across her. “I think I understand,” she said finally, letting her hands drop.

Master Tyren smiled at her, warmly, and spun his lightsaber back together, parts making nearly inaudible clicks as they settled against each other.

He took up his mending again, and Dawn picked up her crystals, one in each hand.

They hummed softly, and she took a moment to get a feel for them again, feel their humming in her bones, before she set them on the table again and stretched out a hand.

She wasn’t entirely sure what she was doing, but she followed the buzzing in her fingertips, and-

Her fingertips touched something, and she opened her eyes to find a pair of saber grips, made of silver metal wrapped with leather. She pulled them into her hands, and Master Tyren smiled.

“Very good, Dawn.”

She grinned, and started to work.

Dawn fit the last pieces of her lightsabers together, and took a deep breath.

“Are you ready?” Master Tyren asked, sweeping away the scraps of metal that littered the table. Dawn nodded, looking down at her saber hilts.

They were nearly identical, made of smooth, shimmery metal with grips wrapped in brown leather, and apertures made of three curved pieces of metal. They felt right to hold, in a way that training sabers never had.

She backed away, holding them away from anything breakable, and ignited them.

For a moment she just stared at the blades. “Is that- normal?”

The blades weren’t blue or green like she was expecting. They started off purple- not quite the color of Master Windu’s, but softer, paler- and faded to an odd silver color towards the ends. She’d never seen a saber like them.

“It’s certainly uncommon,” Master Tyren said, examining the blades. “Most are one color all the way through, I’ve never seen one that changes color like that.”

“Did I do something wrong?” Dawn asked, inspecting them carefully. “When I was building them?”

Master Tyren reached out, fingers hovering over the lightsabers, and hummed to himself, eyes closing. After a moment, he met her eyes again and smiled.

“No, they seem to be perfectly functional,” he said with a smile. “It’s simply a feature of the crystals.”

Dawn nodded, focusing on the humming blades. They felt right, warm and steady in her hands, not like the awkward training sabers that felt flat and lifeless, not like her master’s lightsaber which felt bright, alive, but didn’t fit her. The sabers- her sabers- felt almost like an extension of herself in the Force, yet somehow distinctly different.

She rolled one around her wrist and back into her hand, marvelling at the way they moved. They weren’t solid, and they didn’t move like traditional metal-bladed weapons, almost entrancing as they moved with hardly any resistance through the air.

“Now,” Master Tyren said, clasping his hands before him. “Why do Jedi use a lightsaber rather than, say, a blaster?”

“Blasters are uncivilized,” she replied reflexively, and was pleased by the amused huff she received. “Lightsabers are more elegant.”

“Is being a Jedi about elegance?”

“No,” Dawn said. “It’s about helping people.”

Master Tyren nodded, eyes serious. “It is true that a blaster is easier to use than a lightsaber. That is precisely why we do not use them.”

Master Tyren sat down at their small table, settling in for a lecture, evidently. “It is a reality of our position that we cannot always protect those who need it without causing harm. We can endeavor to solve problems without violence, we may attempt to minimize harm, but in the end sometimes we have no choice. What we can do, then- what we must do- is understand the value of the life we are taking.”

Master Tyren met her gaze, green eyes intent. “With a blaster, one can destroy and kill easily,” he said, voice low. “It takes little skill. So we use a lightsaber, and we train, so that the only lives we take are ones that we mean to. Using a lightsaber is more difficult than a blaster, more dangerous to you, and deeply important.”

Dawn switched off her sabers and clipped them to her belt. “I understand, Master.”

Master Tyren smiled warmly, something lightening in his eyes. “Good,” he said. “Very good, little one. Now. Would you like to head to the salles and test out your sabers properly?”

She grinned, something warm and buzzing filling her chest though the blades were slumbering. “Yes, Master.”

#jedi june #jedi oc #star wars oc #tcw oc #clone wars oc #oc: dawn aveyla #oc: tyren navys #my ocs #my writing