#SWOTR

[kirnet]

The ff mmo does look really interesting a la my mutuals posts but I don’t vibe with mmos I fear ;-;

[gloireceleste]

if playing with obi-wan kenobi hondo ohnaka cad bane ... let's shorten that by SWOTR, movies, rebels, clone wars characters interest you (and you don't hate writing with me)... @feastingsun is back in business. @offadingstars was the former blog i rebooted from if you need an idea of the mess i'm playing with.

don't worry i'm not leaving this blog either.

[starlightmeissa]

Have you read "The Blacks, The Greens and The Reds" (it's a Rhaenyra SI)??

i have! i don't keep up with it, but i know the author and have read up to around chapter 160? i think? which is less impressive now that the fic is at 443 chapters, but when i last read it it was at like 250. Loke_Lyon is prolific to a level i am super jealous of. they are a very cool person they play a lot of swotr and write like daily. i strive to emulate them.

actually, tbtgtr is part of why i started writing so says the maiden. i remember si rhaenyra having some internal conflict because she was attracted to women and had to marry men anyways, which made me think "well. what if a wlw si didn't have to marry a man?" and so says the maiden was born!

[maddiebiscuits]

LOOKING FOR WORLD OF WARCRAFT CUSTOM CARRDS!

One of my friends is working on modifying and improving the customization and roleplay-socializing aspects of the website and user app Guildtag for various online MMORPG community use.

He currently is looking for examples of World of Warcraft carrds for characters and venues just to look at for customization ideas (we already have lots of FF14 and SWOTR carrds to peruse) to figure out what the best cutomization features to add to Guildtag would be. We’re basically trying to figure out the best overall starting template and customization optiond that must be available and can be implemented to Guildtag that are most popularliy used by various MMORPG players and communities for their carrds.

Feel free to DM me any carrds you’re happy to share and tha ks for your help!

[mosssmouse]

Commission for @abysskeeper of her swotr character Raz!! I think she's neat c:

Patreon | Commissions Info | Ko-Fi

[luinquesse]

I voted wrong!! Please remove one from Arcane and put towards SWOTR

hehehe I'll keep that in mind when I the poll is over xD

[nix-it]

Streaming SWOTR on Twitch

Heyyo!!! I'm being a sith again on SWTOR!!!

[emperor-palpaminty]

okay so I just remembered you did a Revan X Carth fic, what about a Revan x Canderous Ordo? Maybe a finally admitting feelings for each other. I always like Canderous more than Carth and wished he was an option for Revan. Please don’t feel any pressure on writing it if you don’t want to, it was just a thought. Love oo

OH CANDEROUSSSSSSSSS yes i love him!! We were robbed of a confession scene so... This is what I shall offer you!

also i know this is not him but i just wanted a mandalorian ok pls dont hurt me aaah

Revan leaned heavily over the holotable, eyes bleary from staring at the illuminated surface for too long. Everything was on damn datapads and it drove her head into the ground. She pressed her hand to her temples, exhaling in a shakey breath. The saber on her hip bumped the table as she leaned against it.

She almost missed the door sliding open with its exasperated hiss, the Mandalorian lumbering in and leaning on the table next to her.

Silence settled between them.

"So," Canderous began. "I guess that means I'm talkin' first."

Revan hid a smile, still staring at the blue of the holotable. "Sure, you can. I'm not stopping you." The only response she heard was a grunt and a soft rap of knuckles against the table, only short and brief, but she felt like it echoed in the cavity of the hull.

Everyone else, save the droids, had headed out- Carth and Mission and Zaalbar had gone to get supplies, and the rest... Well, Revan was unsure, but they were set to return soon.

Revan yawned into her gloved hand, blinking at the bleary vision. She heard Canderous ask something as her ears stretched into the realm of exhaustion, but she only made out "- tired?" Revan hadn't picked up on the whole sentence but nodded, rubbing her face. "Yeah. Being the good guys is exhausting."

"So we're the good guys? Always thought you were, ya know, bit more grey than that."

Revan turned to glance at Canderous, arms crossing momentarily. "I mean... We're better than Malik. And his forces. And, currently, Bastilla." Revan exhaled and pressed a hand to her head. "Telling me over and over again about the dark side and then just... Joining? Rude, in all honesty."

That earned a laugh- more of a chuckle, but it counted- from Canderous. "Yeah. Saw how that got on your nerves."

Revan offered a half-weak smile, that was all she could muster after days of strategy, planning, thinking, worrying. "So, what are you, Ordo? You're a good guy, right?"

"I'm a Mandalorian," He offered. "Whatever those are."

A silence settled between them again, somewhat more sturdy, until he cleared his throat and shifted. "But I suppose I'm on whatever side you are, Revan."

She didn't look at him- she didn't need to when he eased his hand, calloused, into her gloved palm, and they started at the map together, a reverant silence falling around them as they watched strategies unfold.

The crew would be back soon- but it would give Revan some time to be here with Canderous, in the moment, allowing herself to breathe and be not a good guy or a bad guy- just themselves.

[spader7]

Cats the smuggler (SWTOR) commission for @commanderlurker !!

[theheroofoakvale]

Tragen @queen-scribbles

[mathea-croquis]

[lhunuial]

Let's imagine a future in which Thav and Starv had actually managed to make something of a serious relationship work. Serious enough to think about kids. I imagine if they had a child it would stay with the mother and become a Mandalorian?

She would insist the child would stay with her and become Mandalorian, yes. Although I´m really not sure if she would consider a pregnancy. She might just as well adopt a child. Even in an AU.

[annantlegacy]

Sparkly, a fic for @theronshanweek-official.

Day 2: Relationships. Words: 919, rated G, on Ao3 also.

Theron squinted at his datapad, the flickering radiance assaulting his oncoming headache as he tried to focus on supply manifests, personnel lists and...whatever that last thing was. Schematics for a tank? Or was his vision just blurring? His implants ached and his eyes felt like they were a size too big for their sockets. Not a great feeling. He set his datapad down, just avoiding a spot on the bar where some violently green drink had been spilled. He hoped it was a drink, anyway--the liquid’s resemblance to the engine coolant Koth always had him hauling around the Gravestone was uncanny.

Raucous laughter erupted behind him. Curses and threats, slurred and jesting--mostly. He could pick out Len’s and Tora’s voices, the “conversation” cut short by Tora’s distinctive cackle. Sitting at the bar on Theron’s right side, Koth craned his neck, looking for someone.

“Senya!” Koth swiped out an arm abruptly, the woman in question (and still in her impossibly white armor) dodging easily out of his sloppy reach. 

“Come back here Senya. Jerk!” Koth called after her, but he was grinning--wow, that guy had a smile--and Senya’s soft and pleasantly husky laugh followed in her wake. Deprived of his first target, Koth turned to Lana and launched into a diatribe about local food, gesticulating wildly enough he almost spilled his own drink which, Theron noticed, looked like a mini supernova suspended in a glass. Nice touch. 

Lana regarded Koth, blinking like a cat, and shoved a lock of hair behind one ear. She seemed less unimpressed than usual by Koth’s antics, a hint of a smile on her face.

What in the stars?  

Everyone was so...sparkly. Effervescent. Or, whatever the shouty-equivalent of that would be for Len and Tora, who were now arm-wrestling and singing. At least, it sounded like it might be, in the broadest sense, music-like sounds. 

Thereon had seen this kind of sparkle before: whistling in the dark, some people called it. But to him, it was a sign that people really were resilient, even in the face of terrible, unfair and world-breaking things. He’d forgotten about hope, after Ziost. Forgotten it when he’d been disavowed before the whole Revan mess. And if he wasn’t careful, he could forget again, now when the world needed that hope the most. Theron sighed, turning back to his datapad for one more token attempt at working.

“Theron, you really should try to relax.” Lana’s voice dragged him out of broody thoughts.

“Yeah. What she said,” Koth added, pointing to his cocktail. “I don’t know what this is, but it’s like an explosion of happiness and, uh, fire. Definitely not bad for your vital organs at all.”

“Thanks but there will be time for relaxing when--” Theron started, his voice fading to nothing as a familiar person stood at the far end of the cantina, pausing in the entryway before picking his way through the crowd.

“Why hello there, ‘Outlander.’” Lana offered her wry greeting, and Theron could hear the air quotes around the title.

“Hello yourself.”

Theron’s stomach dropped down to his boots at the sound of the other man’s voice, a shiver of both heat and cold dancing along his arms and spine. Outlander, they were calling him. The one who had saved the world in Rishi, and who knows how many times before that, and now...well. Most present in Theron’s mind right now, the man he loved so much that it made him a little dizzy. A lot dizzy.

Because “love” of any kind was a thing Theron had always understood on some theoretical level, but didn’t know much about in practice. He’d figured out somewhere along the way that he loved Master Zho as adoptive family, and Teff’ith as the obnoxious, trigger-happy sister he’d never wanted and now would give his life for. He was pretty sure he loved Satele and Jace in that inexplicable way one loves estranged parents. And he’d found friends along the way, often in the strangest places. The little disaster team on Rishi--Jakarro and C2-D4, Lana (friendship had been a slow and wary thing with her, for sure), and now with the crew of the Gravestone. And the Outlander, a thread weaving through his life since Manaan.

Theron swallowed, pushing away the sudden urge to flee to the ‘fresher or hurl himself off a cliff.

“Hey, look who it is,” he managed to say, the words coming out in a rush. “Don’t worry, we didn’t really start without you,” he added, sheepish. He vaguely registered the other man greeting him, Lana and Koth interjecting by turns, the crash of furniture as Len and Tora’s “friendly” little contest went a good bit south of friendly. The cantina music swelled to a crescendo, a soaring voice and dreamy beats filling the air. Theron felt like he’d thrown back ten of Koth’s happy-drinks. The man he’d dreamed of, written (and deleted and written again times a million) letters to, had given his trust and his heart to moved close to Theron’s side, cantina neon glinting in his eyes and a soft smile curving his lips.

In that moment, Theron understood it: the effervescence, the hope. The way that, because of the other man’s smile, he felt like he could fight the Eternal Empire single-handed. The way that in this one moment, surrounded by friends and comrades and yes, love, he was himself pure light--a supernova caught in his heart, his soul so, so very sparkly.

[skyrim-crossing]

Also made a moodboard for SWOTR!Agasu 🥰

[chloedrawss]

dhdjdjsksk everyones seen @carlsdraws swotr oc mmo the ten year old sith lord right? anyways this is him and his apprentices in the middle of an intense mario kart tournament

[bernebeans]

forgot i had a tumblr lmao. made this z twin face practice a little bit ago to help bring some consistency to future art