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Rhyanon/Yhana and Rama…

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Love in a time of loss…

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Mitth'raw'nuruodo ( Grand Admiral Thrawn ) by ~seachem

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Yhana and Rana samples…

The House of the Stars

The first moon had already climbed the spine of the mountains, a chip of polished bone in a sky bleeding from indigo to black. The second, the smaller, stranger one, was just a smudge of phantom light to the east. The air in the vale was thin and cold, sharp in the lungs, smelling of damp stone, the ghost-sweetness of night-blooming flowers, and the peat-and-starlight burn of the Hibernian whiskey Rama had miraculously procured.

Their fire, a crackling, spitting thing Rama had coaxed from damp wood and stubborn pride, threw their shadows long and dancing against the crumbling temple walls. Yhana sat with her back to a collapsed archway, the stone still holding the memory of the day’s sun. The whiskey was a warm coil in her belly, loosening knots she hadn’t known were there. For the first time in... she couldn't count the days... the constant, grinding hum of pursuit had faded to a whisper.

The holopod, a battered piece of kit Rama called ‘The Music Box,’ was cycling through a playlist of ancient Terran songs he’d scavenged off some dead frequency. Now, a slow, hazy melody began to unspool into the night. A lazy guitar, a voice full of smoke and longing.

Yhana felt the rhythm in her marrow. Before thought, before permission, she was on her feet.

She moved in the firelight, a slow, unpracticed sway that was more feeling than form. Her boots scuffed patterns in the dirt; her arms lifted, not in grace, but in the simple, profound relief of being unbound. It was the memory of a dance, from a life before Geis, before the Empire, before the running. A memory of being a girl who had time for such frivolous things.

Rama watched her from across the fire, one knee drawn up, the bottle resting against it. The firelight caught the crimson of his eyes, making them look like banked embers.

"Never took you for a dancer, Terran Girl," he said, his voice a low rumble beneath the music.

"Lots of things you don't know," she tossed back, a half-smile playing on her lips as she spun, just once, the motion ending in a slight stumble she covered by dropping into a bow.

He snorted, a soft, appreciative sound. "Fair." He took a slow pull from the bottle, his gaze never leaving her. "But I'm learning."

The song melted into another, this one with a stronger, more insistent beat. Yhana laughed, the sound startlingly loud in the quiet vale. She let the music take her, her movements growing surer, freer. This was not a performance. This was an exorcism. She was shaking the dust of a dozen worlds from her soul.

Rama rose, silent as a predator, and came around the fire. He didn't speak, just stood there, letting her circle him. When her back was to him, he reached out, not to touch, but his hands hovered a centimeter from her arms, the heat of his skin a current in the cool air.

"You're gonna burn a hole in the sky, you keep that up," he murmured near her ear.

She stopped, breathing hard, her body thrumming. "Maybe it needs burning." She turned to face him, the space between them charged with the whiskey and the fire and something else, something ancient and unnamed. "Don't just stand there like a shiny monument. Dance with me, Kivu’rama’nurodo."

His name, her use of it, was a challenge and an invitation. A wicked, breathtaking smile flashed across his face. "This a duel, or a dance?"

"Is there a difference?"

The music faded, leaving the silence filled with the chirr of nocturnal insects, the whisper of wind through the ruins, the thud of their own hearts. An unspoken agreement passed between them, a current deeper than words. This was the moment. The reason Awen had led them here.

Yhana lifted her hands, and it was not a gesture, but an invocation. The nanoplexus within her hummed to life, a faint, silvery light shimmering at her fingertips, a reflection of the starlight in her glacial eyes. Rama mirrored her, his own latent power, the raw, untamed Force of the Chiss, rising to meet hers.

They began to circle. A slow, deliberate spiral around the heart of the fire. There was no sound but the scuff of their boots on the earth and the crackle of flame. They were weaving a net of starlight, each step a knot, each glance a thread, capturing the cosmos in the small space between them. Their hands rose and fell, carving shapes in the air that were both prayer and equation. Yhana felt his consciousness brush against hers—not the brutal invasion of Luke's rage, nor the cold analysis of Thrawn's probes, but a current flowing into a clear stream. It was the rete mirabile, the Marvelous Net, the web of life made manifest.

She could feel his doubt, the raw wound of his betrayal on Hela, and beneath it, a bedrock of loyalty so fierce it staggered her. He could feel her grief, the cold, hard kernel of loss for Rodon, and the terror of her violation, but also the impossible resilience that refused to let her break. He saw the healer; she saw the warrior who yearned for a peace he didn't believe he deserved. They showed each other their scars without ever touching skin. The universe held its breath.

Then, as one, they lowered their hands. The silvery light faded. The air settled. They stood on opposite sides of the fire, chests heaving, eyes locked. The raw, psychic intimacy left them more exposed than any physical act ever could.

Rama broke the silence, his voice rough. "Well," he said, clearing his throat and looking away at the fire as if it held the secrets to all things. "Guess we're not just rutting drinking buddies anymore."

Yhana let out a shaky breath, a sound that was half laugh, half sob. She felt scoured clean, and terrifyingly raw. She met his gaze, the crimson of his eyes soft now, vulnerable.

"No," she whispered, the word tasting of smoke and whiskey and truth. "We were never just that."

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Thrawn - Snowfall

If two identical snowflakes fell, my inquisitive friend, who would know?

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hahaha jokes on you all i drew all four of them for warmups funky little crossovers for my own entertainment but thank you all for participating in the poll, i can tell you thrawn folks live here now

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„I regret to report that both our Jedi Order and the Republic have fallen, with the dark shadow of the Empire rising to take their place.“

What if Aayla survived and they reunited?

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Quinlan Vos

art by Ralph Lomotan

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SWTOR Original Roles of the Companions

Just in case I am going to forget that once upon a time companions used to have only one role, and start to wonder why they seem out of character in some they can asume now.

Trooper Aric Jorgan             Ranged DD Elara Dorne            Heal Tanno Vik               Melee Tank Yuun                       Melee DD M1-4X                     Ranged Tank

Jedi Knight Fideltin Rusk           Ranged DD Lord Scourge          Melee Tank Kira Carsen             Melee DD Doc                         Heal T7-01                      Ranged Tank

Jedi Consular Felix Iresso               Ranged Tank Nadia Grell               Melee DD Zenith                       Ranged DD Tharan Cedrax         Heal Qyzen Fess              Melee Tank

Imperial Agent Vector Hyllus             Melee DD Scorpio                     Melee Tank Raina Temple            Ranged DD Kaliyo Djannis           Ranged Tank Eckard Lokin             Heal

Sith Warrior Pierce                        Ranged Tank Jaesa Willsaam          Melee DD Broonmark                 Melee Tank Malavai Quinn            Heal Vette                           Ranged DD

Sith Inquisitor Khem Val                     Melee Tank Andronikos Revel        Ranged DD Ashara Zavros             Melee DD Talos Drellik                 Heal Xalek                            Ranged Tank

Smuggler Akaavi Spar                  Melee DD Bowdaar                       Melee Tank Corso Riggs                 Ranged Tank Risha                            Ranged DD Languss “Guss” Tuno   Heal

Bounty Hunter Blizz                              Ranged Tank Skadge                         Melee Tank Gault Rennow              Ranged DD Torian Cadera              Melee DD Mako                            Heal

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Time to bid farewell to mister Oktober.

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Empire at war´s Jedi Knight Silvass for SWTOR XMas.

Towel-pics are back! So christmas-y!

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b/w colorpop com for @nebulis-ceartais of their beautiful character Aki ♥

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Two more Holiday commissions for @nebulis-ceartais of her SWTOR characters under a lovely auroras! Happy Life day!

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B/W SWTOR Com for @nebulis-ceartais of their lovely characters in an intimate pose! Thank you so much!

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Guess who’s on Hoth again… That’s right, me!

Guess who’s making gifs of their favorite Chiss in game… That’s right again, me!

Guess who’s sharing them with all of you… Third time’s a charm… Me!

Yudrass… for all of you that need a sexy Chiss upon their dash doing things…

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How I roughly see Thrawn in my heartspace. Still the cover of Outbound Flight remains my favourite portrayal of him. Art by yours truly, with all my heart.

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Star Wars: Sith Lords Final by ElfSong-Mat