#hssiss

[serenofroses]

Darth Marr: [47/?] sw:tor Nevrakis legacy. she/they pronouns only.

[alabyte]

Tech: Hello.

Crosshair:

Tech: You're probably wondering why my arms are up to the elbows in the carcass of a wild hssiss.

Crosshair: To be honest, I'm not even surprised.

[corrie-bite]

Saying Goodbye

*On the corrie landing pad, seconds after touchdown*

Bite: Dank farrik, I do not remember larty landings being this rough...

Hssiss: Aw, vod'ika, the landing wasn't any rougher than to be expected. You're just feeling them more. You could have strapped in, you know?

Bite: Not a chance, I haven't needed to strap in for a landing since that drop where a seppie EMP took out our systems, and Switch nearly sent us into a mountain.

Switch, from the pilots seat: Hey! We agreed that the mountain wasn't my fault! And anyway, my landing was perfect.

Hssiss: Sure, vod, perfect.

Switch: Bastard...

Manda, Bite was going to miss his vode. The brass wouldn't let the rest of his squad escort him to the surface, so only Hssiss as his corporal and Switch as pilot were given clearance to say goodbye to him. He knew from experience that his squad rarely ever got shore leave, so it would most likely be a long time before he saw them again. As the LAAT/s door started to lower, the finality of it all hit Bite like a speeder.

Bite: You're going to visit me, right? You will still have my comm code too, and I know that you di'kut'e can use a comm and-

Hssiss: Bite, vod'ika, breathe. Yes, we will visit you. Yes, we will comm. We couldn't stop Atin if we tried, you know that. You are going to be ok, Bite, Commander Blackout said, so remember.

Bite: Yeah, I remember.

Switch: It will be ok, Ori'vod! You'll see!

Oh, how Bite hopes Switch is right.

[aridoesart]

A commission that took most of my time, and the reason why I kinda went AWOL for 2 months :)

The idea was to have a village in flames as a background and two figures standing in front of it facing the camera - the client’s Sith character, who likes to breed vicious creatures, and one of her creations (that is also their SWTOR guild’s mascot) - a twisted monstrosity that is the mix between a Rancor and Dark Side Hssiss.

I am really proud of it, and how it turned out. Thank you so much for commissioning me! I was super happy to work on it. 

edit: I am adding some detail parts as the image itself is around 15k x 13k pixels. :3

[chaoticspacefam]

Headcanon: Old Sith Gods - Chirikyât

CW: possible body horror (WAY too many eyes), general creepy vibes,  do not click below the cut if sensitive to that theme!

(Obligatory disclaimer that this post and its contents are MY personal headcanons for MY SWTOR world and by no means meant to be decreed as “the ONLY version”. If you don’t like them, that’s fine, go make your own then. Any attempts to stir the pot will result in liberal use of the block/blacklist function.)

Forgot to post this dude here when I finished him the other week!

Please DO NOT repost my art! It’s MY art, not yours!! (unless it was a gift/commission of your character, then you may ofc repost as you like as long as you credit me for the art)! Reblogs are always appreciated <333

You can view more (temp info is all that’s on there rn but this will be expanded when I have time!) info, including a better res of the image (so my writing may be easier to read), and design notes, on its toyhou.se >HERE<

My version of (one of) the Sith Gods. (”will you make more?”, yes, eventually. I need to do a LOT more reasearch on polytheism/polytheistic beliefs to ensure that I can represent such things properly & respectfully before I actively create any of the OTHERS, but it is somewhere in the near ish future!)

Some theme songs/ “Vibes”(w/ youtube links!) : The Yawning Grave - Lord Huron, Whisper - Burn The Ballroom, Lunatics and Slaves - Sin Shake Sin, Bones - Emily Finchum

Chirikyât (He/It) | Hssiss (technically...) | The patron god of House Ahaszaai. God of Battle (NOT War, this is an important distinction for later ;)) and Death.

I only gave it a semi-thumb bc honestly he’s fucking terrifying enough WITHOUT opposable thumbs, and I think giving opposable thumbs to a Force-eating Eldritch horror entity would be making it a bit TOO op XD

Further inspos that I couldn’t fit on the page bc my writing is Huge and I didn’t want the file to get too big JUST for writing djhdjdg:

Charon/The Ferryman (Greek mythology)

The Banshee (Irish mythology)

Mimics (D&D)

Seems to “draw in” Force energy, may or may not be a Derriphan... (unconfirmed, and he would never tell ;))

It doesn’t have an official/canon Voiceclaim yet, I’m still searching for one that fits (tm), but its voice echoes, and I imagine it to sound very...rough, like the kind of pitch you’d expect when you imagine “rusty nails on a chalkboard”.

Temp Bio/WIP Info:

Has a long-standing and VERY personal beef with Zildrogg & his worshippers (Zildrogg knows what he did /jk its a spoiler ;)) Bound to the ruling Ahaszaai monarch and/or their heir(ess), may only be commanded by them (however, WILL be tolerant of the monarch's family members/loved ones i.e. will not eat them on sight, just don't tell him what to do lol). Said to have blessed the Ahaszaai family with the gift of Psychometry, and their loyalty to him is what ensures another of their line "inherits" the gift.

If a member of the Ahaszaai is particularly responsive/receptive to his communication and actively interprets the Visions given, they may be bestowed the title of Rhak-skuri, the Dream-singer. Why dream singer? Due to the fact that Chirikyât can communicate with anyone it chooses, telepathically, while awake, but while it's sleeping, it seems to only be able to reach those who possess Psychometry; and often will reach out to them in their dreams. (Saarai did not sign up for this but here she is /lh)

[moonlitalien]

Illustration commission for Noxsas!

[dswcp]

This week's theme: Animals!

Much like children, animals who live in the brutal galaxy far, far away are often treated very badly. It’s rough out there! In these panels, Nomi Sunrider uses her Jedi powers to set two dragons against each other before they can hurt her little daughter. It was only in self-defense, and hopefully the monsters will be able to stop themselves before they seriously hurt each other. Still, as an animal-loving, vegetarian pacifist, I wish Star Wars featured more ecologically responsible narratives. Nomi -- who is one of my absolute favorite characters -- is an especially useful character to examine through an ecological lens, since later in the story she literally burns down an entire rainforest!

Check out this great article about how Star Wars defaults to treating animals cruelly, and how The Rise of Skywalker -- my least favorite movie -- actually subverts this trope!

“Tales of the Jedi, issue 4: The Saga of Nomi Sunrider, part 2.” Dark Horse. January 18, 1994. Writer: Tom Veitch. Penciller: David Roach. Letterer: Willie Schubert. Colorist: Pamela Rambo.

[the-archnerd]

Critters of the dark side.

[resol-nare]

Listen... I love giving Sith Purebloods cat-like properties as much as the next person, but consider... Sith Purebloods with dragon-like properties.

--

The Ancient Sith with hardened, scale-covered skin to protect against the harsh rays of Korriban. The modern day Purebloods vary from having thicker scales everywhere, to having smooth, shining scales on their arms, back, neck, and chest.

The Ancient Sith with long, sweeping horns that reached for the skies or curved downwards to frame their faces. The Purebloods of today may or may not have horns, depending on their ancestry, but when they do they either hate them or love them. Shorter horns can be maintained, filed down to a manageable state, while longer horns would need to be surgically removed. Some others flaunt their horns, adorning them with golden jewelry and Korriban-Red paint.

The Ancient Sith used their claws and fangs in ritual sacrifices, modern Sith use theirs more practically, filing their claws to use instead of pocket-knives. And for some cases, self-defense.

For generations, Pureblood families have passed down stories of King Adas, Sith’ari, chosen for his charcoal-colored skin. They say he united the warring Sith nations with great strokes of giant wings, and repelled the Rakata with fire on his breath. Sith of today are blessed with flame-colored eyes, in honor of their King and God of the Sith.

And of course, the gold. Where once the Ancient Sith kept piles and piles of gold in their vaults, now it is made into jewelry, a symbol of tradition, status, and wealth.

Just...

DRAGON SITH.

[acetrainerjex]

As of today with my monthly grant of Cartel Coins I was able to purchase this mount off of the Cartel Market. This has been something I had been wanting for a long time and now... it is finally mine and I also unlocked it for my entire account. 

[cole-saberhagen]

According to Sith legend, when Darth Imperius was an acolyte on Korriban, he battled a vicious Hssiss beast into submission and took possession of it as a worthy mount.

However, according to other former-acolytes who claimed to have seen this event, Imperius was seen running towards the Hssiss, screaming:

 “Here Hissy Hissy! I have some tasty treats!”

He was then allegedly seen throwing meat chunks filled with sedatives at the beast, which it consumed until it was docile enough to ride. 

But no one believes these former-acolytes. Their tale sounds too ridiculous to be true of the great descendant of Lord Kallig. Far too ridiculous…

[serenofroses]

if there's a chance we'll get a third Hssiss, I'm definitely gonna play around the idea of Jadus, Ania and Marr taking in Hssiss as their own.

[meatbag-status]

File under - Something Else I Can’t Afford, Fuck You

[blackkatmagic]

I mean kidnapped damsel and sleeping beauty curse kinda fit together for me, and I think Rex in that position would be pretty funny, but I can understand if you want just one trope at a time XD

He’s almost to the top of the tower, Mace thinks, and lets himself slump back against the wall, just for a moment as he catches his breath. The defenders, nothing but armored skeletons at this point, are all in scattered pieces, and the howling storm outside the thorn hedge is quieter than it was when he arrived, the volume of it finally low enough to let him hear the echo of the hssiss moving in the levels below. They're finally waking, from the sedative gas he dosed them with, which will make leaving harder, but—

He’s almost to the top of the tower, and that’s all that matters.

Pushing upright, Mace carefully steps over the pile of armor and bones that’s blocking the staircase, watching warily as an intact hand grabs for a rusted sword hilt. Nothing else happens, though, and he pulls himself up the steep staircase, steps steady. Through the tower’s narrow windows he can see the thin edge of dawn on the horizon, and he quickens his pace, because the Sith ghost was very clear about having until sunrise to rescue her captive or she would keep him forever.

There's a smell of roses on the wind, too, one that’s been growing stronger since he cleared the first floor of the tower, and that means he’s close.

The steep twist of the staircase opens out without warning, right at the base of a heavy metal door. Mace only needs a glance at it to see the weak point, though, and he drives one hard blow into it, the Force behind it. Metal gives, cracks, falls away, and when Mace steps through the gap, it’s to the sight of a wide room, a grand bed, a figure in the center of it.

Rex is perfectly still, only the rise and fall of his chest to show that he’s alive, and Mace closes his eyes in relief. When Rex was snatched from under his nose, he’d feared the worst, but for all the danger, for all that he was kidnapped, he seems entirely fine.

Six long steps across the room bring him right to the edge of the bed, and he leans over, checks Rex's pulse and finds it steady. Leans down, and the Sith was clear about what would break the curse, taunted him with barbs about unrequited love and hopeless sentiment, but—

If that’s what’s needed to break the Sith’s curse, Mace is glad for every moment of unanswered love.

Leaning down, he presses his forehead to Rex's, curls his fingers around one battered vambrace. Not a kiss in the strictest sense, but the clones consider themselves Mandalorian, and a Keldabe kiss is more than meaningful enough, in light of that. It’s all the liberty Mace would take, as well.

And, slowly, there's a deeper breath, a tremor in the air. Rex's eyes flutter open, startled, dazed, and he stares up at Mace with realization slowly bleeding across his face.

“Mace,” he rasps, and Mace straightens, though he doesn’t let go of his arm.

“Captain,” he returns, as gentle as he can make it. “You’re safe now. Let me take you home.”

[lavampira]

cadrien and his hssiss on darvannis <3

[sirotras]

5, 10, 14, 22, and 44 for the swtor asks c:

thanks!!

5: Favorite planet quest?

hmm. I think this would have to be voss? ngl I do tend to... breeze past a lot of the planet quests on most toons...

10: An NPC you love to hate?

you know, I already answered this as Skadge and that still very mch stands but thinking about it, I do actually enjoy hating on Quinn. awful little disney villain henchman that he is

14: Favorite attack?

reaping strike and overload my beloved <3

but also phantom stride even tho thats technically not, you know, an attack

22: One feature not in-game that you’d love to see?

HOOD TOGGLE PLS!!

44: Favorite mount?

cavern varactyl! but i also love the whitefangs, and the dark side hssiss

the roche speeders are rly nice too