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idk why i'm thinking about this rn but there is just something so appealing about old grief in media

"this fucked up thing just happened to a character" okay. awesome.

"this fucked up thing happened to a character 10-50 years ago and it's relevant now bc it was never resolved" that's the SHIT

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And speaking of buff mirialan …

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listen, the fact that koth decides to not put up with a shitty outlander is one of the best and most sensible things to come out of kotfe ok

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heart eyes fothermucker

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Reasons number 187 and 254 why T7-01 is the best companion

T7 = completed Tython trials with Jedi // T7 = receive lightsaber upgrade?

Emperor’s Wrath + Emperor = two targets // T7 = taking Emperor?

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A blade as dark as my intentions

oc comm for a client on discord :3c

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A couple of my swtor guys :)

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“how ‘bout a kiss for your commanding officer?”

“i suppose i’ve got the time, major.”

aric’s romance is (chef’s kiss) ethereal 

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long time no swtor

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Dredged up my letter game and made my partner pick some characters, so now I get to explore Xillagne and Ava's relationship!

Ava's CO hadn't sounded enthused about the Jedi they were sending. He'd been even less excited to reveal that the Jedi in question had Alliance ties, rather than being officially under Republic jurisdiction. Ava suspected that was more because of her presence here than because of the Jedi themself.

He had not told Ava who the Jedi was. Maybe he had thought it wouldn't matter, as she wouldn't know all the Alliance Jedi. Maybe he'd thought she would know them. It was none of her business either way.

Her squad stood at attention behind her, all either loyal or unaware enough that they displayed no curiosity about Ava's possible relationship to the Jedi contact. Only the new kid seemed the slightest bit uneasy, but Ava didn't mind that. She figured a Sith pureblood defector had more to worry about than whether or not his boss was about to meet an old friend.

The kid shifted his weight again, and Ava reached out, setting her hand on his arm.

"Sorry, sir."

He was making a valiant effort at a Republic accent. Ava wasn't sure why. People could see where he came from in the ridges of his face. But that was none of her business, either.

"First Jedi?" asked Boll cheerfully. Ava didn’t have to look back to know her XO was winking at the kid.

"Sort of," the kid said. Ava cleared her throat meaningfully.

"There's our Jedi," she said, thankful for their convenient arrival as a tall green-and-brown shape approached across the silent hangar. Ava pressed her lips together to hide a groan as she recognized the Jedi's shock of white hair.

"Master Farul," she said when Xillagne was close enough. Xillagne's face lit up at the sight of her.

"Ava!"

Ava let herself smile a little. No point being cold to Xillagne. Especially not when that would get back to her sibling.

"It's good to see you," Xillagne said warmly. She at least knew better than to go in for a hug, though Ava could tell she wanted to. "I'm glad you're the one I'll be working with."

Ava nodded, because she couldn't exactly say the same, and turned her body to reveal her squad. The new kid stared at Xillagne, transfixed perhaps by fear, but Xillagne's eyes took him in with the same bright curiosity she turned on everyone. Unsurprising, considering who she'd been sharing a bed with since Ava was a kid.

Ava rattled off the introductions briskly.

"Everyone, this is Master Xillagne Farul, and no, she will not tell you about my childhood."

"Aw, but you were so cute!"

"Let me show you to your quarters, Master Farul," Ava said blandly. She didn't glare daggers at Boll as she passed, but it was a near thing.

"They seem nice," Xillagne said.

"Are you here to report on my squad to Jesse?" Ava asked. She didn’t expect a yes. Xillagne would never do that on purpose. She would probably tell Jesse anyway, but she wouldn't think of it as "reporting."

"No! Look, I'm here for the mission. I didn't even know you were the one I'd be working with. You have your own squad already?"

Ava hadn't realized the others didn't know. She was so sure Mama had set Lana and Theron to keeping tabs on her that she'd assumed everyone knew what she was up to.

"Yeah," Ava said, allowing a little note of pride into her voice.

"Your parents must be proud," Xillagne said. Ava swallowed and didn’t think about how hard they'd tried to talk her out of this.

"You'll be staying in here for the trip," Ava said, halting at the door. "Settle in and we'll get underway. Come find me in the cockpit when you're ready to discuss plans of attack."

"Maybe it doesn't have to be an attack," Xillagne suggested delicately.

"Then why did you request to work with soldiers?"

Ava didn't wait for a response, because she knew Xillagne well enough to guess what she'd say. The Jedi liked to hedge her bets, keep a weapon in hand even when she offered mercy, and somehow she'd even convinced herself it made sense. But then, the whole Alliance was like that. Scrabbling for a chance to survive and change things, even knowing they'd been built on something that couldn't last.

"We're taking off, Boll," Ava said, barely resisting the urge to stomp into the cockpit. "I'll fly."

Several seat buckles clicked. Boll popped an anti-nausea pill, and winked when he caught her looking.

"You're the worst," Ava grumbled. The kid hadn't faced her flying skills before. She reached over and pushed him into a seat.

"Buckle up," she advised. She couldn't leave Xillagne behind, but she could fly like she wanted to. And Force, did she want to.

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having ocs is so fucked .... i miss them so bad but im the guy who has to create new content. but im sleepy

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Sa'har Kateen they could never make me hate you

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Eleade Kirollan grew up under the thumb of a cruel, overbearing Sith who thought he was a great guy for taking in all these alien kids and teaching them Sith ways. She took naturally to her father's teachings, in such a way that her hatred for him and the Sith in general grew every day.

She was close to some of her siblings - she and Del'qarev were close in age, and shared a sense of humor as children. As Eleade grew older and tried to push back against her training, the “lessons” and “punishment” her father gave her became harsher and more likely to be outsourced to other Sith; she tried to run away at seventeen, and in retaliation her father (who liked to keep most Sith training in-house, so his kids could be a proof of concept for his methods) sent her at last to Korriban, lumping her in with the slaves who were forcibly conscripted into the ranks of the Sith. Eleade never forgot and never forgave, and when whispers of a secret sect working to bring down the current way of things and follow the teachings of Revan reached her ears she was quick to join. Even when the Revanites began to change, staging battles to hide thefts and pitting Empire and Republic against each other, she stayed. Even when it brought her against her baby brother Del'qarev, she stayed. Only Del remembering what she meant to him kept her alive, and in such disgrace with everyone that she had nowhere to go. (She could have accepted Del's mercy once more, but she never would. It hurt her pride, and she had a vague idea that an older sister should protect her younger brother, not the other way around. All she knows to say, though, is that Del betrayed her and she can't forgive him.)

The truth is that Eleade knew enough to know the way her father did things was wrong, but not enough to really come up with a new way. To her, the Sith are wrong, but her only tools to fight that are the same hatred and fury the Sith taught her. She thinks it's enough to know who the villains of the galaxy are, and doesn't realise how deep in her actions and beliefs her father still lingers.

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I've been fleshing out Del's siblings (read: making them in the game) so I wanted to explore some of Del's childhood. Warnings for a deeply abusive and toxic household, spearheaded by their dad but not helped along by... any of the kids really. Del is probably like ten in this, and Eleade is the next youngest at thirteen.

Opportunities for entertainment were few in the Kirollan family. Del had learned to take whatever he could, which usually meant trailing after Eleade or Woox to watch their pranks. Today, Eleade had picked a reliable target: their father had decided to give Mirlo his lessons out in the open, rather than shut up in his study. Mirlo's attempts to use the Force were always good for a laugh.

If Del could ignore his father's yelling, that was. He sunk low in his seat on the balcony, then remembered how his father wanted him to be proud like a Sith at all times. But his father was busy being disappointed in Mirlo, so Del sank lower. Eleade didn’t mind, of course, as she sat there swirling her drink and leaning over the railing to get a better view of Father and Mirlo in the poisonous garden below. She was a better Sith than Del. Father's ire only stoked her own.

"You can barely move a stone! Am I meant to be proud? Do you have no sense of your own worth? You should be furious with yourself for this! You need to stoke your anger, and what do you do?"

Mirlo looked plenty angry, his massive golden eyes narrowed as he glared up at Father, but still the objects on the table didn’t budge. Del eyed Eleade. Whatever she'd said would be so funny, he hoped it would happen soon.

"Really, son, what do you do with your anger? Because if you were strong enough to harness it you wouldn't be so far behind even your youngest brother!"

Del flinched. Eleade lifted her hand and pantomimed pouring her drink over both their heads, stopping her hand just as the liquid threatened to fall. Del shook his head at her. She snorted and took a gulp.

"Perhaps you shouldn't be so quick to approve of Del'qarev's work! He's weak! Everything he does is just to please whoever stands closest!"

Eleade's hand tipped again. Del kicked at her, and she turned and shocked him with a snarl. Father was shouting again - Mirlo was a coward if he thought he could pass blame off on Del, that kind of thing. Del wanted to slip under his chair, but then Eleade would shock him again for being a coward like Mirlo.

"Again," Father said at last, forbiddingly. "No more excuses."

"Del," Eleade whispered. He crept forward, poking his head over the railing, and watched. Was Mirlo actually going to manage it? How did Eleade know?

He gasped as the bowl of water on the table lifted, wobbling slightly but not spilling a drop. Mirlo made a noise, too, louder and even more shocked, as he dropped his outstretched hand.

"Father!"

The bowl tossed its contents in the directions of Mirlo's pants, leaving a dark patch where it would imply only one thing. Mirlo sputtered, whirling around, and Eleade and Del both collapsed in laughter.

"You! I'm going to kill you -"

"Better learn to use the Force first!" Eleade called down, and Del was overwhelmed with giggles again. Mirlo shrieked in fury and darted forward, making for the stairs.

"Mirlo," Father said. He froze. Del struggled to rein in his laughter, and Eleade didn't bother trying. "Back to work. Eleade!"

She stiffened, her mirth turning to another snarl. Father held her gaze coldly, as if he was the one standing above her head instead of the other way around. Del saw Eleade swallow.

"Do not make a mockery of the Force," Father said. "Or me. Mirlo, if you can lift something larger than a pebble, you may take charge of Eleade's punishment."

Mirlo's eyes lit up. Eleade relaxed, suppressing a smirk, and winked at Del. Del managed a weak smile back - Mirlo would never manage it. Still, he was pretty sure Mirlo would try to dole out punishment anyway. The question was what Father would do when Mirlo was caught.

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Also goes for this blog! I like to have many things to occupy my brain

Actually I will be on a plane tonight and I dont know how much sleep I will get so if you have any prompts or oc questions or anything to send my way please do

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being doomed by the narrative is cool and all but i like when a character is doomed just by being a fucking idiot. sorry that happened to you but it is entirely your own fault and you could have just chosen to not do all that

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I don't know when this would happen but I like to think of Relmeva and Naz'erli both trying to get to know Amiliun's squad and being deeply annoyed by Forex like.

Relmeva: you put up with this for three years? Naz, bring back the old accent, I think his circuits will explode

Naz'erli (veeeery subtle imperial accent, given its one word): no.