#swtor ships

[oddrenaissance]

pov: u walk into the bar on mek-sha

redraw of this !

[magicrobins]

[blueburds-but-swtor]

how did it take me this long to notice i got this title

[chocochipjewel]

MiniFemSlashFeb2025 Day 3: I want you to… Kiss Me (by @astrobookwormsinger)

SWTOR peeps might eat this one up or hate me for it there's no in-between😭 I've seen quite a few debates pitting these two cool women against each other for who's the best (female) romance for the player character. Get on my level. I ship myself with Thexan and everyone else with each other. Including these two because they're adorable. Are you even a SWTOR rarepair shipper if you haven't thought about Theron Shan and Vaylin Tirall bonding over their drastically different but equally intense mommy issues and Force sensitivity issues?

[mikaila-orchard]

Lana x Jedi Knight

It works best with a Knight who starts out as the generic goodest guy to evergoodguy, and then gradually become disillusioned with the republics bs. When they realize that in all their years fighting the emperor, one of the most loyal and dutiful companions they've ever had was a sith lord. Cinema.

Also it works best if the knight is a woman. Male knight is a snore fest

[reigraceee]

Theron Shan and my Sith Inquisitor Aresyl for Valentine's/Love Day

Aresyl introductory post here

I'm coming to terms with having a very sketchy art style. I'm always told it's something to avoid, but I like the messy quality. It's like bring beauty out of chaos or something.

It looks better in the program, and it got kind of lost in translation on the way to Tumblr rip

They're so cute it hurts me a little <3

[halactic]

Headshot doodles of my Sith Pureblood Republic Trooper- Xian’dar.

Thought about this adorable cinnamon roll again… and of course my girlfriend decided to reveal to me HER incredibly handsome mirialan trooper. Oh the rivals to lovers dynamics we have been ✨plotting ✨ The mirialan’s name is Thras~

Unfortunately I’m unsure if my gf would want me to share her random doodles 🫣 even if I think they’re amazing. Fingers crossed I can perhaps convince her to share? 👀

We have been playing with the idea that since Xian is a Sith pureblood, he’s having a rough time trying to work his way up the republic military ladder. Then as Thras is introduced to his squad, expecting to befriend his fellow soldiers… he’s met with the face of a Sith. Thras suddenly has a visceral reaction- hate bubbling in his heart as he is reminded of his past. A Sith pureblood had raided his village, threatening his family and taking his sister away due to her force sensitivity. Knowing death was her fate in the end, Thras now gained a growing hatred towards Sith and the empire; joining the republic military to take them down one way or another.

Got some incredible tension and sooo much emotional pain/pinning. 🫣

[hurricanek8art]

Nightmares and Memories: a Legacy of the Sith one-shot

In which I am apparently posting fic now? I DON'T KNOW. I've had this drabble written since the rumors about a certain someone's return started a few months ago as a "just in case" and now it's really relevant and I'm hopped up on Celebration excitement and frustration over not being able to solve that art problem. SO FIC. I GUESS. *INTERNAL SCREAMING*

Agent Chrysali Vidoi is used to nightmares, what with all the ghosts from her past and skeletons in her closet—but some are worse than others, and this one might be the worst of them all, because he's the only one left that she's genuinely afraid of. Set somewhere around the beginning of 7.5's story. Spoilers for that and some of 7.6 obviously abound. Sticking most of it under a read more because of that, and also because I'm slightly terrified and it's less of a jumpscare when I open the SWTOR tag. 🙃

...I need some kind of divider graphic for summaries for if when i post more writing instead of just a line of these (~~~) thingies i forgot what they're called...

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This wasn't right.

She was on the deck of his flagship. The Eradicators were outside the viewport. This wasn't right. This was all space flotsam.

This wasn't right.

This.

Wasn't.

Right.

"Hello, Agent."

Chills went down her spine. The air flew out of her lungs. She turned, trying to draw her blades, her blasters, something, but it was too late. In a heartbeat, she was in the air though nothing was touching her, pinned to the bulkhead like an insect. She couldn't struggle. She couldn't even move.

"It's been a long time," he said, unreadable behind the featureless mask. His hands were folded behind his back, she could feel his eyes upon her. Sweat rolled down her face. Tears poured from her eyes. Don't, please don't, don't look at me, don't—

"You have changed in our years apart. Grown stronger, I think. You have something to lose now, something to fight for. It's emboldened you. Made you even more dangerous."

No, please, no, no—

"Oh, do not concern yourself with that. I do not come seeking revenge," he said coolly, taking a few steps forward. The pressure in her lungs, the fear in her mind, increased with every micrometer. "At least, not yet. Not now. I wanted to see how you've changed before I make my move."

Her heart pounded in her chest, in her throat, in her ears, but still she was trapped, and he grew ever closer, faces centimeters apart now.

"I have waited all this time. Planned. Strategized. Looking for the perfect moment to finally strike. I believe that time grows close now. So close I can almost taste it. I am coming, Agent. I shall return."

Her voice struggled to leave her throat. "Why... tell... me?"

"I chose you all that time ago, did I not? You and I are alike. Made unique from our peers. Alone in the galaxy because of it." His mask was almost touching her face, it was so close. She couldn't breathe. "You defied my offer before. But I am generous. I will extend the offer to stand by my side once more, and once more only. I trust you to make the correct decision, when the time comes. Goodbye, Agent. Until we meet again..."

Chrysali's entire body shuddered and jerked as she awoke, gasping for air. Strands of hair stuck to her face with sweat, loose pajamas clinging to her skin, and her heart hammered and thudded against her ribs. Chills went up and down her bare arms, the soft red light of the cybernetic nodes studded along her arms and shoulders steadily blinking as her eyes adjusted to the dark in the bedroom, and awareness of where she actually was began to sink in. She was safe, she was home, he wasn't here—

"Chrys?" Theron mumbled sleepily. He must've been woken up when she sat up so suddenly and shifted his arm around her. "Everything okay?"

She fought to steady her breathing, still searching the room. "I—the flagship, the Eradicators—Jadus, he was there, he spoke to me—"

He groggily sat up with her, awake but not quite alert. "What do you mean?"

"He was—was talking about returning. He wants me to serve him again. I can't—I won't—I—"

"Hey, hey, hey, it's okay," Theron said quietly. He put an arm around her, rubbing her arm soothingly. "Sounds like another bad nightmare. You've had these before."

"This one was so real," Chrysali breathed, panting slightly.

"But it's gone now," Theron soothed. "C'mon, let's go back to sleep, we've got a busy day tomorrow." He glanced at the chrono on the opposite wall and groaned softly as he laid back down. "Today. We have a busy day today. In about five hours."

Right. They were still tracking Shae, however poorly that was going. And Chrysali was still putting feelers out with her old network to dig up more dirt on Heta Kol, see if they could tackle that part of the problem from a different direction. Lots to do.

"The human cost is acceptable. The only alternative is to let Jadus escape—and do worse down the line."

"The human cost isn't acceptable to me!"

She shuddered at the old memories, trying to push them away. It was so long ago now. And Lana had tracked Jadus briefly during the Zildrog incident, he was somewhere in the Unknown Regions, minding his business on his own little planetoid. He wasn't an active threat. They were okay. They were safe. She was safe. Theron was safe.

Chrysali settled back in, head in its usual spot on Theron's chest so she could listen to his heart, hand rested against his ribs and over the scar tissue from Nathema. Theron was already back asleep, arm instinctively back around her and settled just right so he could feel her breathing.

They were safe.

It was just a nightmare.

It had to be.

Slowly, uneasily, Chrysali drifted off back to sleep

[goethial]

Cropping this to not make tumblr angry, but more Theron/Sebastian stuff (not really showing much anyways but if anyone wants the full pic, here is bsky)

[kemendin]

To be a Sith is to break your own chains. To choose your own path. And overcome all that stands in your way.

[ashnoxblackstar]

Artist Credit: @hexanity-blog (Commissioned)

“Now or never!” “We haven’t cleared the gravity well. Let’s hope this doesn’t vaporize us.” Opening up the throttle, Ascension stays just ahead of its pursuers during one of its myriad daring escapes! 

May the Fourth Be With You! The full SWTOR: Ascension series is available on AO3 - find it here!

[grif-hawaiian-rolls]

no you know what im making a post about it now

SO per Rvb wiki, A'rynasea's model is a Halo Phaeton. Per halopedia, a Phaeton is 10.3 meters long, so more or less this scale right? not super big but hey, our boy Locus is on the run and needs something small and fast so fair enough right?

except

long story short: Locus breaking the scale of things is making me mad, has been making me mad for a WHILE now and the only thing i can feasibly assume is A'rynasea is bigger?? than a normal phaeton but as soon as you start scaling her up, Locus' claim that there int enough room for a third passenger doesnt make sense like, it'd be tight but as it gets bigger than a normal phaeton and you CAN squeeze three people in there

i know i know its rvb, logic doesnt apply here, but look i like to know the schematics when im in this deep and this shit is ridiculous

I reserve my right to bully locus for living in a fucking space prius

3D Model credits: Phaeton model here | My Locus model is a mismash of two models from this guy that i franksteined in blender to be slightly more show accurate

[blueburds-but-swtor]

i've never chosen that interaction why did it take me this long-

[zephhhhh]

but you bet your life, every night while you're chasing the morning light you're not the only spy out there

[monocytogenes]

Anyone spotted this cutscene?

Hey SWTOR folks--

I've been spending a lot of time on the TorCommunity dialogue database for fic purposes lately, and as a Shara Jenn/Imperial Agent shipper I'm legitimately haunted by this allusion to a Chapter 3 scene with her--I've never ever seen a recording of it, and apart from here the only mention of it I've turned up is a passing comment on a nearly decade-old Reddit post, so I'm curious if it's still in the game and if anyone's encountered it!

Based on context clues, it seems to be triggered by this set of choices when you talk to her at the beginning of Chapter 2:

Agent: [What about our relationship?] And what happens to us? With the promotion, the assignment, all of it… Keeper: I know. I didn't mean it to go this way, Cipher. But it's over. There really isn't another choice. Agent: [I don't accept that.] So we just forget each other and walk away? It doesn't work like that. Keeper: What do you suggest? Partners in the field are one thing, but a Cipher and Keeper--it can't be allowed. Agent: [Give it a chance.] I'm not asking for the world. I'm asking you to keep an open mind. Keeper: I'm not--you need to leave for Nar Shaddaa. There's a meet set up with Ardun Kothe's men. I'll…think about what you've said. But focus while you're out there; I want you back alive.

And then here's a route through the scene itself with maximum flirt options (if I'm parsing it all correctly):

Keeper: Cipher, don't say anything. I'm walking out of the Citadel, and I'd like to discuss the…personal matters you've brought up before. Can we meet in the Nexus Room? For a drink? Agent: [Flirt, Of course.] I've been waiting to hear you say that for ages. Keeper: I'm aware of that. Five minutes, alone, please. [Scene break, she sends your companion away] Keeper: Hello, Cipher. Thank you for coming. You know, I don't often drink--the headaches and nosebleeds are part of the price of my heritage. Agent: [Flirt, You look nervous...] Are you uncomfortable? Can I help you relax? Keeper: In a manner of speaking. Quite a while ago, when I took this designation, I said we were over and you said I should keep an open mind. I did, and I thought, and I realized I don't know why you were being so persistent. Agent: [I care deeply about you.] I was being persistent because you mean the world to me. Keeper: Strange to hear you talk like that. I like you, Cipher. I like that you're an effective agent, I like the way you make my brain fuzz over. I'm not going to resign as Keeper, and we can't--but I'm willing to hope, and watch for our chance to be together. Agent: [Kiss her, What about now?] Some chances pass by quickly. Keeper: They do, at that. They'll be expecting me in the Citadel. Please be careful on this mission--I can't predict what's ahead. Agent: [We'll make this work someday.] I swear to you, you won't regret choosing to try. Keeper: That's not your promise to make. Get to your ship, and we'll have the future when it comes.

[ebitenpura]

Imperial PC: alright, Shan, I don't like you and you don't like me

Theron: hey, that's not... I don't not like you

Imperial PC: um, alright. you like me, but I don't like you-

Theron: maybe you'd like me if you got to know me!