#kath hound

[queen-scribbles]

I do love this funky green boy more than I anticipated who could have ever seen this coming?? /s

[hiddenbeks]

hmm. im getting the feeling that carth is kinda completely useless after taris

[gbhbl]

Single Slam: Tribe of Ghosts, Normandie, Kath & the Kicks, Second Cities, Sugar Spine, Vermont, The Black Hounds, Blanket, Void of Vision, Nervosa, Everlyne, Solars, Psython, Nasty, Doro, Extinction A.D, and Waterlines!

This week’s single slam features Tribe of Ghosts, Normandie, Kath & the Kicks, Second Cities, Sugar Spine, Vermont, The Black Hounds, Blanket, Void of Vision, Nervosa, Everlyne, Solars, Psython, Nasty, Doro, Extinction A.D, and Waterlines.

This week’s single slam features Tribe of Ghosts, Normandie, Kath & the Kicks, Second Cities, Sugar Spine, Vermont, The Black Hounds, Blanket, Void of Vision, Nervosa, Everlyne, Solars, Psython, Nasty, Doro, Extinction A.D, and Waterlines. You can read our thoughts about the latest singles from these bands below. Tribe of Ghosts – Hive Brighton’s industrial/post metal band Tribe Of Ghost have…

[transfemmbeatrice]

it’s unhinged that kotor has admiral karath, carth, the cathar, and kath hounds. find new sounds.

[holly-bearie]

what if a clone who was a certifiable moron

new boy based on an a coruscant guard toy my brother found under his bed?? his name is buck and he lost his hand to a feral (pomeranian) kath hound

thank u @lothcatthree for helping me brainstorm his buffoonery!! <3

[haveyouseenthismovie-poll]

End of month update - May

Hello, all! This is the end-of-month update, where I post Tumblr’s current top four films that have received the highest percentage of “yes,” “no,” and “haven’t even heard of this movie” votes.

As of today, the top four films with the highest percentage of “yes” votes are:

Finding Nemo (2003) | Shrek (2001) | Monsters, Inc. (2001) | The Lion King (1994)

Next, the top four films with the highest percentage of “no” votes are:

Sausage Party (2016) | Pinocchio (2019) | Sharknado 2: The Second One (2014) | All Quiet on the Western Front (1930)

This top four changed through the new addition of Pinocchio (2019), which replaced Bonnie and Clyde (1967).

Finally, the top four films with the highest percentage of “haven’t even heard of this movie” votes are:

Like a Cat on a Highway (2017) | Dean Spanley (2008) | Monica and Friends: Bonds (2019) | Monsturd (2003)

This top four changed through the new additions of Like a Cat on a Highway (2017) and Dean Spanley (2008), which replaced Heroic Losers (2019) and Death Trance (2005).

Currently, The Incredibles (2004) is the still the only film to receive absolutely zero “haven’t heard of this” votes.

That’s it for May’s end-of-month update! Remember that you can view last month’s update by clicking here. Additionally, you can view the full ranked Letterboxd lists of movies that have come up on this blog by clicking the following links:

This list is ranked from highest-to-lowest percentage of “yes” votes.

This list is ranked from highest-to-lowest percentage of “no” votes.

This list is ranked from highest-to-lowest percentage of “haven’t even heard of this movie” votes.

Remember to vote on the polls that are currently running: The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert (1994) | Now Add Honey (2015) | Lady Bird (2017) | Kath & Kimderella (2012) | Gangs of Wasseypur - Part 1 (2012) | The Fly (1986) | First Reformed (2017) | Candleshoe (1977) | The Thief and the Cobbler (1993) | Addams Family Values (1993) | Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon (2000) | The Young Girls of Rochefort (1967) | Yentl (1983) | Two Times Lotte (1950) | The Fox and the Hound (1981) | Muriel's Wedding (1994) | The Loved Ones (2009) | Kenny (2006) | Winter Sleep (2014) | Mustang (2015) | The Butterfly's Dream (2013) | Re-Animator (1985) | Bride of Re-Animator (1990) | The Runaways (2010) | American Psycho (2000) | Nim's Island (2008) | No Reservations (2007) | Nancy Drew (2007) | Battle Royale (2000) | [REC] (2007) | La Vage aux Folles (1978) | Y Tu Mamá También (2001) | Beau Travail (1999) | Happy as Lazzarro (2018) | Farewell My Concubine (1993)

[cevans-is-classic]

Karga asked him to come to the main city and help chaperone a festival for the anniversary of Nevarro.

It hadn’t been a difficult choice to make — Grogu deserved to have some fun after the last month of being on the job, and he knew you could use interactions with others. It'd been one of your good months. The dreams stayed neutral, and you’d slept more in the last month than he could hope for.

A little too much, but if it meant you didn’t lose your lucidity and made his job of keeping other from discovering your gift — he’d take what he could get.

The festival was in full swing, children laughing and running around the city square. Karga and his people went all out with the festivities.

Loud music moved the crowd, the smell of mouthwatering food permeated the air, couples were holding hands and moving from booth to booth with large grins.

He’d been walking the perimeter, nodding to citizens and keeping an eye on you and grogu long enough that the music had slowed down and the crowd thinned.

Looking around, he found you and Grogu standing in the middle of a group of children. Grogu jumped around, causing the small group to burst into giggles. Your hands were waving, telling a story, your whole body moving with it, and he was torn between watching his son play gleefully or seeing the adoration in the childrens eyes as you talked.

For a brief moment — a single moment — your eyes had flickered to his, and a slow smile drew your lips up, and he swore you were looking right at him. That he’d taken the helmet off and showed you the eyes you seemed to be obsessed with.

“Oh!” You startled moving towards Grogu, who had tripped over his robe. His lip wobbled, large eyes going watery even as you knelt down and looked him over.

Djarin squatted next to you, “Rookie move.”

Grogu bubbled a noise at him.

Djarin checked him over with his own eyes and hands, sighing when it seemed he’d simply tumbled and there were no injuries.

After looking his son over, Djarin focused on you, “Having fun?”

You breathed, in, out, in, turning your smile up, up, up until it seemed to radiate from your being.

“This is better. There's noise — so much of it — I didn’t know i missed the sound of people meandering, laughing, being alive around me, and letting it drown out my mind.”

He picked Grogu up and held out a hand for you, guiding you towards the courthouse in search of Karga.

The festival had grown quiet, the suns fading in the distance, and you were running a finger along Grogu’s brow while humming.

“We’ll find you a music player.”

You huffed, “Boring. My own music is good enough until I venture out. Oh! Cookies!” He didn’t have time to wonder what you meant when you snatched Grogu from his arms and took off for a small red booth where two merchants were waving towards you.

“Getting both of you to sleep tonight is going to be like a fighting a Kath Hound.”

Pedro Masterlist

Galaxy Eyes Masterlist

I'm not really sure what these are. I have a bunch of little ideas, and I've had a tough week, so yall are getting spammed.

[blade-liger-4ever]

Rise and Shine

Galen knocked on the door to Raya's room on their Paladin-class freighter New Horizon. "Raya, it's past o'eight hundred. C'mon, it's time for breakfast."

No return sound greeted him. Frowning, he knocked harder and repeated, "Raya? Raya, are you okay?"

He didn't hear a response, but he faintly heard a rustling sound on the other end. Stepping back, he glanced around, and once he was sure neither Tapi nor HK-77 were walking down the hall, he turned back to the door. Lifting his right hand, he focused on the door's inner mechanisms and used the Force to unlock it. There was a whoosh sound as the panel slid back, and quickly stepping in, he blinked to readjust to the dim lighting as the door shut behind him. Looking around, he opened his mouth to speak when a muffled snore caught him off-guard. Facing the direction of the cots, Galen felt his mouth hang open as his eyebrows shot up to his hairline.

Before him, lying half on and half off the bed in nothing but loose night clothing, lay Raya Karimi. An arm dangled off the side, her long brown-black hair obscuring the lower half of her face while her intricate braid trailed down her back. She was barefoot, and midway through a snore she subconsciously lifted her head to swipe at her nose before returning her arm to it's limp position. As she resumed snoring - the sound of which reminded Galen of a hoverbike with a small engine - one would hardly have guessed Raya were descended from the old Zakuulan nobility.

Galen stared at her, then reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose as another, though far quieter, snore escaped her. Apparently, she had stayed up later than he'd realized on decoding the old treasure maps they'd uncovered last week. To be fair to Raya, she was less interested in profit and more invested in the possibility of an uninhabited planet holding relics from the Old Republic Era from four thousand years ago. Her insistence on it being important finds against the Empire and a preservation of galactic history, coupled with her pleading kath hound puppy eyes, had made him relent in their debate on it last night.

Evidently, he should have known better than to leave her unsupervised with said historical artifacts. Or at least, Galen should have joined her in it. Then she would have been more susceptible to honest sleep when she had a partner's rest to account for.

Removing his hand, Galen sighed through his nose and walked around to the other side of the bed so that he was more or less face-to-face with her. He looked at her for a moment, briefly torn about waking her or not. Force only knew when she got to sleep, and they'd been run ragged for ages.

If I'm being honest, she looks kinda cute when sacked out that hard.

Okay, that did it. Galen had been thinking things about her that bordered beyond friendship for a while now, and after his - his loss, courtesy of Vader - he wasn't ready to dwell on those thoughts.

Time to give Raya a wake up call.

Crouching down, he reached over and tapped her shoulder. "Raya, it's morning. Wake up."

No response. Rolling his eyes, Galen lightly shook her shoulder. "Breakfast. Now. Or I'm giving Tapi yours," he threatened.

What sounded faintly like "get vacuumed" left her mouth before Raya turned her face away from him. For added effect, she hunched her shoulders as if attempting to bury herself under some nonexistent covers.

Galen set his jaw. Fine. If she wasn't gonna answer to her food going to the felico, he'd give her something to wake up to.

Standing up, he marched toward the wall that held the room control panel. Scanning it, he found that the light and air conditioning were right next to each other. Giving a mischievous smirk he hadn't shown since he'd reprogrammed PROXY to mock his first pilot, Galen half turned to look at Raya's prone form. He hovered his palm over the dual buttons, counted down from three, then slammed his hand on the controls.

Immediately, the room burst into bright light, followed by hard blasts of air from the vents directly above Raya and himself. No sooner had he squinted against it did Raya scream, and he saw her half jump up on the cot, her hanging arm suddenly gaining purpose and grabbing something from down below. His danger sense blared, and Galen's eyes widened as he saw her snap into a half defensive position and throw a tool right at him.

Letting out a shout of surprise, Galen dove for cover, the wrench clanging solidly against the wall. Scrambling up, he looked back to see Raya roll off the bed, then pop up and thrown an empty coke bottle at him. Galen moved his head to the side, the cold metal making a cartoon-ish whizz sound as it missed his ear before bouncing off the wall and noisily rolling across the floor.

In hindsight, this was probably not his wisest idea.

Moving to a stand, he ducked his head as Raya chucked a loose sock at him. "Raya, wait, it's me!" he yelped, then realized that the air was blowing loudly above them both.

Throwing out a hand, he quickly lowered both room settings to a reasonable rate as he saw Raya roll across the room in his peripheral vision. Instincts kicking in, he turned and saw her yank out a blaster, turning to him and hurriedly setting it to kill with wild-eyed fear.

Yeah, he was never doing this again.

"Raya, stop!" Galen shouted, reaching out and telekinetically pulling the blaster out of her hand and into his.

Raya shrieked as the weapon flew from her hand, though the grip she had managed to keep meant she stumbled forward a few feet. Fumbling, Raya braced her hands against the floor to keep from falling, then looked up at him as he turned the blaster back to stun. Blinking rapidly, her fear was soon replaced with exasperation and sheer frustration as he tossed the weapon onto her cot.

"Galen! What the kriff were you doing?!" she demanded, breathing hard as she staggered to her feet.

"You wouldn't wake up, and it's two hours beyond your usual routine," he shot back, though traces of sheepishness were evident in his voice. "You wouldn't wake up when I shook you, so I just...tried the room settings."

"Do you have ANY idea how many times I've woken up to enemies trying to break into my place?" Raya retorted vehemently as she straightened her shirt. She blinked and looked down at herself, then swallowed and pulled some of her hair foward so it covered her front. Realizing what she was doing, Galen quickly darted his gaze around the room before finding her eyes again. Although there was still a fair bit of indignation in her brown eyes, there was a hint of amusement in them as she hissed, "Seriously, I've had to do more duck and rolls and grandma throwing tactics than anyone just to keep my head attached."

Despite the absolute absurdity of the situation, Galen couldn't help but find her now broken facade of anger funny. And adorable.

Clearing his throat, he answered, "Sorry, I didn't think that far ahead. Um, anyway, HK was saying something about maintenance, and I made breakfast, so...I'll let you get changed."

Turning on his heel, he marched toward the door, stopping as it opened before looking back and adding sincerely, "Sorry about the uh, fiasco. Won't happen again."

"Thanks," Raya replied, her voice somewhere between flustered and pleased. Facing the doorway, Galen exited the room, but the door didn't close before he heard her muttering, "Ex-Imperials...Force, they're one of a kind."

Galen wasn't sure what to make of that, but he didn't fight the content smile it brought to his face.

[siiinfully]

Big Damn Hero - Princess Margaret in Slave bikini

Anakin waited for the decisive moment to strike. The powerhouse warrior revealed himself at a dramatic peak, shooting a blaster and slashing his saber before switching to his weapon after arming his love. It was a short fight, given how inexperienced the hutts soldiers were with a Jedi and then he promptly gripped the hover sled the hutt tried to flee on and tipping the gargantuan creature over, it broke the grated floor, falling down into the pit of it’s hungry Kath hounds.“Oh.” He quickly turned Margaret as the starved beasts began eating it’s master. 

+++

She was used to violence ever since she had been taken as a slave. Margaret used to cry for those whose lives had been cruelly taken before her eyes, but she eventually became desensitized to it. The tears that trickled down her cheeks were more out of relief, though a tiny part of the old her did cry at the sudden shock of seeing flesh being ripped apart. But her savior’s arms were strong and warm, and she squeezed her eyes shut and tried to drown out the sound of carnage happening below them. “….is it over?” she whispered.

[lesbiannova]

If you follow the modding scene of Knights of the Old Republic, you might be aware of a conversation with Juhani where the player asks her why she is hostile towards Canderous. It is a commonly assumed that it is cut content, because the condition to trigger said conversation is unknown by the KotOR community, and there are mods that aim to restore said conversation.

After thorough investigation into the game files, I finally discovered that it is actually possible to access Juhani's conversation about Canderous without any restoration mod. However, the issue is that in the vanilla game, the condition to make said conversation available is very specific, thus making it extremely easy to miss. Therefore, what restoration mods do to this specific Juhani conversation is making it easier to access.

Here are the conditions to make Juhani's conversation about Canderous without restoration mods:

Firstly, you need to have both Canderous and Juhani in your party when talking to certain NPCs on Dantooine. Canderous will make comments when you talk to those NPCs, then Juhani will interject and show hostility towards Canderous. Specifically, these interjections happen when you:

 Talk to Gar at the courtyard outside the Jedi Enclave and ask him about the problems with kath hounds and Mandalorians

Accuse Handon Guld of murdering Calder Nettic for cheating on his wife, during the "Murdered Settler" side quest

Tell Nurik Sandral you are investigating Shen Matale's disappearance, during the "Sandral-Matele Feud" side quest

You need to hear Juhani's interjections to Canderous' commentson at least two of the above occasions..

Secondly, you need to progress Juhani's conversations to the point where she reveals that her family fled to Taris because the Mandalorians attacked the Cathar homeworld and slaughtered many Cathar people. It is after this conversation where you get the dialogue option to ask Juhani why she is hostile towards Canderous.

As evidence, I have recorded and compile the above video myself to show Juhani's interactions with Canderous and Juhani's conversation about Canderous.

[potatoesandsunshine]

last line game :)

tagged by @afaramir thank you abby!!! i have been up late tonight making notes for an Even More Niche Star Wars Fic because that's just how it is lately but i am on to something here. i've unlocked it

"What are you, her kath hound?" Atton spits, fuming.

And Hera watches him, the blood high in his cheeks and the blazing fire in his eyes, and thinks what a good knife you make. Because Atton is so good and clever and wretched, so devoted and wild and full of potential, and before he is anything in the galaxy he is hers.

the thing is leida was the 'an emo gf could fix me' protag and hera is the 'i am going to start a new force cult' protag. you see it. poor atton rand honestly

[queen-scribbles]

oh, and on the topic of Indira swoop racing yesterday, guess what achievement she got first time out the gate. :D

[ciphernull]

From 25 character asks (I'm going to be so greedy I am. maybe slightly sorry adsfnln I'm in love with a lot of ur beans);; 11, 13, & 22 for Alesko ;; 4, 7, and 11 for Vex ;; and 15 & 24 for Heskan?

[25 Character Questions for the Writer]

Alesko

Who are your character’s most important people?

Presently (aka just post SoR) his two most important people are Lana and Theron. He and Lana have a great deal of mutual respect and shared interest, to the point of him considering her a genuine friend, which is quite rare considering his usual relations to Sith. And for Theron… well, there's been some rough spots between them, but ultimately, they've saved each other's lives more than once. Alesko is slowly coming to trust and open up to him more, though hasn't missed an opportunity to drive the handsome SIS agent up the wall. Or against it, for that matter.

Who had the most positive impact on your character’s life?

This question has had me scratching my head, and I don't really know why, but I want to say Keeper/the Minister? Obviously there's a lot to unpack there, and I don't feel I can do it justice in short form, but most of his core values as an agent of the Empire can be traced back to Keeper's influence. (kinda copped out but i promise i WILL write more on this someday)

What is your character most afraid of?

Alesko's biggest fear is that he hasn't fully overcome his programming. That somewhere in his brain there's still a switch, waiting to be flipped. That he could never truly escape his cage. That no matter how hard he fought, or how far he went, it was always going to end where it began--alone, in the cold and dark.

Vex

What does your character hate the most?

Sith. Jedi. Politicians. Mandalorians. The list goes on. Sanctimonious self-important hypocrites parading their screwed up ideas of justice around under the guise of some greater cause. Really, he's just tired of war. And you know? Maybe he's a part of the problem, too, but at least he's honest about it.

What does your character miss most from their childhood?

Vex grew up on a farm on Dantooine, which was about as quiet and dull as it gets. Back then, they hated it and wanted nothing more than to leave, but now that he's a bit older and the wanderlust has settled, he occasionally finds himself missing the peaceful life. I'm gonna say they miss their family's old kath hound the most.

Who are your character’s most important people?

I feel like I emphasized this enough already in the last post, but their crew means the world to them. Especially Mako, she's practically his sister, and one of the few people he would trust with his life.

Heskan

Who does your character look up to and who do they despise?

This is again very WIP and kinda predictable, but I think Heskan would most look up to his master, a currently unnamed Mirialan woman. As it's traditional for Mirialan Jedi to take on their own kind as padawans when possible, she's been his main source of guidance throughout his early life. I still need to develop more about her, but I know that she's trans and absolutely has those 'older queer mentor figure' vibes.

As for despise… I have no idea. Obviously there's the whole Jedi/Sith business, but the word 'despise' feels more personal than that. No one has really emerged yet in the story that would spark that level of anger or resentment for Heskan, not enough to make the normally steadfast guardian waver. I expect this to change, but for now, I don't really have an answer.

What do they like about their appearance?

Heskan's not heavily concerned with his looks, but he is quite proud of his physique! He enjoys being active and feeling strong, and having that reflect in his appearance, especially his arms and chest (also for transgender reasons). Feature-wise, he would say he has a decent nose, nice lips, and a good smile. His hair is more of a mixed bag, because while he likes the style, he finds it a bit troublesome to maintain the locks on his own, without the expertise and extra hands of his master.

[serenofroses]

so. I remembered a quest in kotor 2 where a twi'lek npc is looking for dancers for Vogga the Hutt and you have to get juma juice for the Kath Hounds to get inside the locked hoard room.

I'm pretty sure this quest was not relevant to the GO-TO/Nar Shadda main story. Been many, many years since I last played it on older PC.

because I was thinking about Kritanta putting herself in that compromising position instead of subjecting her friends to the emotional disteess.

She volunteered to wear a revealing dress.. and assured Vowrawn that this was her choice to do it since Vowrawn was offering himself for that role. This was the one time moment where Vowrawn got to see Kritanta in a dress.

idk if I should alter the changes to make it connect to the Nar Shadda arc that would probably serve as motivation for Kritanta to free traffickling victims and being vocal on anti slavery.

[kirnet]

“She is going to be just fine, you know.”

“I know.”

By Jedi standards, Kavar was a man of action. It was a task to still his movements, to keep his arms crossed and feet set even as the urge to pace crept up on him. The tall Dantooine grasses didn’t help either, itching the back of his thighs even through his layers of robes. 

Master Arekoh Ry made no attempt to hide the quirk of her lips, but she remained silent, allowing the sounds of rustling leaves and idle chatter from the other Jedi to swarm around them. The beads adorning her proud montrals swayed in the wind, reflecting the morning sun like a cluster of stars. 

She had no reason to fret, and neither did he. Kirnet would be unharmed, that he was certain of. She had found a way to run into and stumble out of every bit of trouble she could find since she was brought to the temple. Only three months old, with wide eyes and puffed-out cheeks, and she had already laid claim to every corner and person within the enclave. Master Kavar, seemingly, most of all. It hadn’t taken her long to toddle after him with comical determination, and before he knew it every scraped knee and insult the youngling was responsible for was brought to his attention, as if he had any power over what came out of her mouth.

Force, it had been a blessing when tiny Atris was brought to the enclave. Somehow, the pair had gravitated towards each other, unbending Atris and her flittering companion. Kirnet’s behavior never improved, but at least now she felt mildly ashamed when Atris gave her a disappointed sigh.

No, Kavar knew Kirnet was perfectly safe. The kinrath had all been herded from the cave the Jedi currently stood at the maw of, and the tunnels had been carefully inspected for any other possible dangers.

Yet he still remained on edge. Kirnet had been all smiles leading up to today, practically bouncing off the walls as she followed him around the council chambers. “Mine will be blue,” she stated with such confidence that even he was almost inclined to believe her. “And it’ll be double-bladed.” She quickly averted her eyes when she finished, though Kavar saw they way they had lingered on the two sabers at his hip.

“She’s-” Arekoh’s wrinkled eyes snapped to him, and he knew that she had just been waiting for him to break the silence. “She can be emotional.”

The togruta shrugged. “And I’m sure that you also were when you were a youngling. That is what being a padawan is for.”

“Atris isn’t.”

“Atris doesn’t make friends nearly as easily. Or enemies,” Arekoh added with a light chuckle. “We all have our strengths. I will never lead a Republic battalion, just as you will never uncover the secrets of ancient history. The Force has plans for us all.”

“And what if that plan is to deny her a future with the Jedi?” A knot uncoiled in Kavar’s chest as he finally spoke the words aloud. Kirnet, with all of her charm and quick wit, was middling in the Force. She showed decent proficiency with the training sabers after Kavar guided her hand, and there was no youngling as nimble as her. But theory? Technical application with the Force? The ability to listen to any amount of wisdom? Kavar had done all he could to prepare her for this moment, but despite himself, he was worried.

Either she emerged from that cave with a kyber crystal, or she didn’t. 

She would not be fine if she returned empty handed.

Arekoh smiled fully, seemingly pleased as she flashed her sharp canines. “Ah. Now we get to the heart of the issue.” She shook her heavy montrals. “Many of my padawans barely passed their trials. Many were the last to emerge from this very cave. But look at them now! All of them on their way to becoming fine Knights.”

Kavar pressed his lips into a thin line. Arekoh was a talented Master, he could never deny that, and her aptitude with padawans was proven time and time again. It is why she was trusted with four padawans at a time, all now excelling in their studies of the Force and history. 

Kirnet pulled on a kath hound’s tail before Kavar could finish his lecture on their dangers. Kirnet had stolen his short saber and taken it apart as he slept because she was simply curious.

The breeze picked up, washing cool air over Kavar’s face. He closed his eyes, relaxed his tense shoulders, and pushed any bristling thoughts about Arekoh’s probing tone from his mind. “Yes,” he eventually answered. “I know.”

“You are still young.” Arekoh clicked her tongue. “And yet are already an accomplished Master and a member of the Council. Any padawan would be lucky to be under your tutelage.”

“I’m not taking a padawn.”

Arekoh’s brows shot up, but Kavar focused only on the sound of her beads clinking together. A blade of grass brushed infuriatingly light against the bottom of his robe. “I see.”

The conversation stilled as the first youngling returned from the cave, her silver hair streaming behind her as she held a crystal aloft. A round of encouragement rumbled from the assembled Jedi, and Atris walked briskly towards the group, chin raised with obvious pride. Kavar could see the way some of the Masters looked at her, many without any padawans of their own, all shining eyes and heartened smiles.

Another youngling emerged, and then another, until nearly the whole group was back, clutching their crystals close to their chest. Jedi mingled among them, patting backs and laughing, each of them making plans on who would become their own to train. Kavar remained rooted in place, as did his companion.

Minutes passed, maybe hours, as the sun soared overhead, catching the light of a hair clip as the last youngling emerged from the cave.

Kavar had been certain that they had cleared all of the kinrath before, but now he wasn’t so sure. Kirnet was caked in dirt, her long braid undone and tangled, fresh cuts all along the palms of her hands. But she beamed at him as she stumbled forward, something clutched tightly in her bloody fist. 

Atris sprang forward, and the two girls giggled as they hugged. Immediately Kirnet’s crystal was out, and she ignored the way Atris wiped down her previously-pristine robes as she held the translucent object to her snowy hair. “See? We match!” The wind carried her excited voice to him as she pulled away.

Arekoh joined in the chorus of claps, a small smile tugging at her lips. She shot Kavar one last glance before stepping forward. Kirnet looked at her with wide eyes as the togruta leaned down. They glanced past her a few times, confused as they landed on him, but soon enough Arekoh’s shoulders were shaking with laughter as Kirnet recounted her adventure with wild movements.

Kavar kept his feet set, even as the urge to move crept up to him.

[malka-lisitsa]

Headcanon: Social chameleon

I think I've talked about this before a little bit but I wanted to write out a proper HC for it, so here it goes.

People with BPD are often extremely good at mirroring and adapting to their surroundings. In most cases this is because they want you to like them so they become a person who fits in, a person you will like. They adapt to survive their environment. The same is true for Katherine, except that she has honed this skill far past mastery.

When talking to Elena in the tomb Katherine mentions how she found herself in England in the 1400's and how she "Became English." Dropping her accent, learning a language, mirroring the people around her. This was before she was even a vampire. This was a survival tactic she already had. It comes naturally to people with BPD and a lot of times they don't know they're doing it.

Flash forward to 1864 where she blended in perfectly in Mystic falls. Once more adapting to her surroundings in order to survive. This skill plays a LARGE part in Katherine's ability to survive no matter where she ends up. It plays a HUGE part in her ability to manipulate people for her own gain. Like how she played the part of "Kath" the sweet girl for Mason before she triggered the werewolf gene.

It's also how Katherine is so good at imitating Elena but Elena isn't as good at pretending to be Katherine. Katherine picked up how to be Elena almost immediately. That's because she's already a master at being a social chameleon. She has an eye for detail, she can pick up the smallest traits of someone else and mirror them as a manipulation tactic for blending in, building trust, and attaining information.

Unfortunately when you're constantly adapting to your surroundings like Katherine is, there is a heavy cost to pay for it. Katherine's flawless ability to blend is a large contributor to why she doesn't really know who she is, and no one else does either.

Theres a Halsey lyric that I really REALLY love for Katherine that goes:

"Yea I know, the parts of myself that I've hated. But I cant tell which ones are mine, and which i've created."

Five hundred YEARS shes been running, jumping, climbing trees to escape the hound. She's been more people than she can count. She's lived more lives than most people will ever know. She has lost so much of herself shaving off pieces to fit in. It's part of why you couldn't tell she was Bulgarian if you tried unless you REALLY did your research. She doesn't hold onto much of the past save for STEFAN. She can't afford to.

So it's not a surprise most people don't get or understand Katherine, they don't really know who she is, every single one of them have a different Katherine in their mind based on who she was to/for them.

And to be honest? Katherine doesn't know who she is either.

"I'm starting to believe my own lies. I don't even remember who I was when we first met."