#swtor shit

[hellonoblesky]

Explaining my swtors is so funny bc we start off with the trio and I’m like “Ok so Mirnakan is adopted into Tirrgan’s family, bc they’re Dathomiran Zabraks yeah and they’re super matriarchal so they see a little girl and they’re like “Oh shit what the fuck hey lil lady let’s get you safe” and so Mirna lives with them until she’s. Give or take 6 (Tirr is 4) until a critical gas line bursts under their apartment slowly filling their home with gas until they go to cook dinner and the whole thing fuckinng explodes. Mirna ans Tirr are playing outside while this is happening. Got that? Ok. So in the Legends canon, the Chiss Ascendancy-“ AND I HAVENT EVEN GOTTEN TO THE MAIN THREE’S FIUND FAMILY DYNAMIC UET I HAVE TO GO ON FOR LIKE 20 MIN TO EXPLAIN CHA’VANI. I DIDNT EVEN EXPLAIN MIRNA’S ABANDONMENT

[hoth-and-cold]

Todays mission sponsored by Military Grade Adderall

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Original post by Cystemic

[eorzeashan]

other mmos: we've overhauled our graphics and added new and beautiful vistas for players to look at

swtor: you're going in the poop tunnels.

[skullinacowboyhat]

revenge of the sith study / nuri doodle between uni assignments

[doli-nemae]

oh no imperial agent and smuggler are secretly flirting and have been in crush with each for the last *checks her notes* 30 years oh no-

[grimdarkqueen]

As a long time fan of Star Wars my advice for the lesbians is to never expect anything from Lucas Art or Disney. SWTOR remains a great exemple of homophobic behavior made real by stupid companies.

“Turns out, it was a contractual obligation, and not BioWare’s decision. Lucasarts was worried that same-sex romances would cause problems from Star Wars’ ”fundamentalist Christian” fanbase. But, in a hilarious twist of fate, the contract only said that Lucasarts could influence the game’s content during development. Because of this wording, Lucasarts had unknowingly given BioWare a loophole to add as many same-sex romance options as they wanted once the game was out, leading to them being present in Rise of the Hutt Cartel and beyond.”

[lanabenikosdoormat]

icarus

Jed doesn’t think about Hunter anymore. Not consciously at least. Oh he’s there sometimes, especially in the recesses of his slumbering mind. His broad devilish smile and the cunning demeanor of his gaze.

He’d felt nothing when he fired his blaster, right between those eyes and watched Hunter slump onto the cold floor below. He’d never felt so hollow, so alone. And when he made the trek back to the ship there was nothing to carry him but his own profound emptiness.

Hunter was the sun: blinding and all consuming. His violent warmth burned to the touch, charring Jed’s skin. It scarred his soul and left him bare. He was made an Icarus, left to crash into the sea in the wake of his ever-present love.

Next to him, Theron stirs slightly, rolling over in his sleep. His tired eyes now at ease, the stress melting away from his temples as he took a shallow breath. He was gorgeous, absolutely beautiful. Jed can’t help but stare.

It takes the former Cipher agent a few moments, before he pulls his hands up to his lovers face, tracing his jawline, carding his hands through his hair. Theron doesn’t wake, but the sides of his mouth quirk up slightly despite his heavy slumber. Then, Jed places a tender kiss onto his forehead, his breath shaky, his heart hammering rapidly in his chest as though it were about to burst.

“Go to sleep.” Theron mumbles at him, though a full blown smile finds its way onto his face.

Jed murmurs back, his voice hoarse. “For you, anything.”

He would’ve burned the galaxy down side-by-side for Hunter. Hand in unlovable hand. But for Theron, he would fix it. He would fight to make this galaxy better than it had been, to be a better man. He would. He will.

@grandninjamasterren ur getting the tag as my enabler here

[bigbadvv0lf]

My piece for @vexa-legacy as part of our discord/guild art exchange! Khano was a ton of fun to draw and getting to draw Theron for the first time was a great experiment! I hope everyone came out looking okay lol

[boxdstars]

HL should’ve been multiplayer solely so that i could use a dance emote behind my friends in imperative cutscenes

[hellonoblesky]

The urges the fucking urges <- trying so hard not to buy premium for SWTOR so I can just play a Chiss or Togruta or something.,.,,.,,, and also so I can be insane on the daily

[hoth-and-cold]

Our second commission belongs to the fantastic @gellyh! They've given me their delightful doctor of the Sith, Azil'mort

Absolutely impeccable fashion and he seems like the type where his medical credentials have taken him to some absolutely unspeakable experiment sites. I love him and his scowl, thank you so much for introducing me to him and I hope you find him as beautiful as I do!

[skullinacowboyhat]

'you came.' 'of course i did.'

leiko and rin reunion hug after the assault on tython.

[ghostace]

he's finally free from the time loop - now time for some therapy

[proffbon]

Sith Inquisitor class story in the nutshell

[eorzeashan]

Long time no swtor thinkpiece, but.

Thinking about Eight in the IA class story and then who he is post-Alliance; going from a bold, daring and casually ambitious wildcard to someone who feels as if he's lost most of his zeal to become rather...listless. Empty. Not to say that he isn't fulfilled by his work in the Alliance (who all make exceptions to have him do anything but murder all day) but he starts picking up more mundane activities like, peeling potatoes for the Alliance cantina, or doing minor tasks that don't involve much thought on his own volition-- a stark change from a man who only cared about his blade and who it fell on. It's like he's been soundly defeated by the circumstances surrounding him.

Then there's the issue of his companions, who only knew him as their cunning leader who stopped at nothing to achieve his goals, even using some of them in the process, who now appears to be an entirely different person. One who quietly fades into the background, instead of being in the thick of it. He's changed.

His skills haven't waned, but his voice is flat, his eyes without gleam, his all consuming desire that drove him to accomplish the impossible by the day naught but simmering ashes by the time they reunite with him in KOTXX. He even apologizes to some, without explanation. This distresses Vector, in particular, who witnessed the worst of his sides way back in the day. "It's not me you should apologize to, Agent." Vector can only quietly say, "I have never held you in ill regard for the choices you've made, anathema as they were to my principles." It's a conversation that peters off, but one that Eight never had, never had soon enough --his firm refusal to rectify or acknowledge that Vector could choose him over his own ideals is one that gnaws at him on the inside for years, on his own belief that people cannot change what they truly believe in, and so there is no point in trying to make amends for what bridges he burns in the pursuit of his own wishes. This, and many other denials, compound over the years into a rather hurtful self-made solitude that follows him long into the Alliance. (A mother will never give up her son. There is no other way. I cannot change my nature as a weapon. Their rejection of me is something I must accept.) A punishment, but for who?

Perhaps he still feels he's failed the last mission Keeper entrusted to him. The one that asked him to become a real, living person, and not just a sword dressed in imperial colors.

Eight spirals during the events of the Eternal Empire. He watches his downfall happen in real time. There's little he does about it. His home is gone, as are the people he fought for--Keeper, Watcher 2, Intelligence--and this new age is only filled with allies he cuts down faster than he can imprint their names into his memory. He's alone in this fight at the behest of others who do choose their ideals over him, who, in the end, turn away in fear and disgust when he bloodies his blade in their name. He makes no effort afterwards to right his image in their minds. He plays the villain, if others will not. For the first time, he tires of killing.

This leaves him alone, an outcast even among friends. Eventually, amongst the ruin their failed Alliance leaves in its wake, someone asks why things turned out this way; his lack of a will in the greater fight comes to light and sets several alarm bells off. Lana reduces his duties on the battlefield. Others, out of shared guilt and a fear of the bloodshed he wreaked on their orders, give him a wide berth to live normally for a while. It's not much and does little to his disillusionment and estrangement with his allies, but...it's a start.

Eight the Assassin turns into just Eight. And Eight the former agent, ex-Cipher, killer extraordinaire who never once dreamed of the stars, turns into someone who quietly watches the sun set on a world he barely recognizes,l but still stays up to see it, potato peeler in hand.

[lanabenikosdoormat]

things that make me giggle everytime: this exact sequence