We had a twi'lek girls night today so I tried to recreate it here so you can enjoy it LMAO @rubensmuse @swanofcoruscant

First, we raided a jedi's house and Kaja explained the story of the tank we sat on

Then we had a girl talk on the bed

Then Etta arrived and we started the party

Then we decided to go party on Nar Shaddaa

Even did a karaoke duo

Then we fucking died (drunk)

Etta left, so Kaja and Yuthuura raided ANOTHER jedi's house Kaja called SCORPIO a droid, she begged for her mercy

And then they finally took a selfie on the balcony

THE END

first kiss.

They're just a little guy

I’ll never stop thinking about this

Exploring some Ossus ruins 👀

I'm saying this now

Theron Shan inherited his Bi Diaster vibes from Revan and not Basitlia. "Republic Hero(?) With A Questionable Relationships With A (Former)Sith" is what he inherited from Basitlia.

This includes Satele too.

Coming up with increasing convoluted lore so that my and my friends’ OCs can be friends:

“shirtless scourge standing ominously in the background of your cutscene isn’t real, he can’t hurt you”

Jed Solaris —✧

Surprisingly, he's quite adept with cold weather. LIX just brought him to a warm fireplace for a photoshoot because they'd become a popsicle before even finishing a photo.

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for @lanabenikosdoormat, the silliest ever!! love you big man <3

HELLOHELLOOOO!!!! i disappeared for like months, vagueposted (adjacent), and then i'm back now. originally this was supposed to be a backup thing, but i'm just a santa now. like. i told mars about it like an idiot (joke)

i spent way too long on this but uh...yeah enjoy ^_^

i love the way lix just is constantly stuck with bosses and it's become a running joke. first swtor and jed, and now hl-adjacent and mara. silliest sillies

And they were all fucking idiots—

Commission for @gandalfff of their SWTOR character Xav! Tysm for the support oughh ohhhh ouh 💖 Based on The Fallen Angel (L'Ange déchu) by Alexandre Cabanel.

every personal conversation my agent has with vector just feels like

vector, with gentle genuine concern: ...bitch you live like this??

and it's cracking me up so much. yes. caringly drag him bug boy he deserves it

the consular & the bronze blade

Theron for Theron Thursday!! 

Ania Nevrakis, ft. Darth Krovos: [47/?] sw:tor Nevrakis legacy.

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.