holo!Saganu is displeased
holo!Saganu is displeased
Handsome Chiss dudes
Chiss. That is all.
As Emperor of Zakuul, I exercise my right to take this woman into custody - her information may be invaluable in the hunt for Theron Shan.
I posted chapter 2. I’m sooooooooooooooooooo ahhhhhhhh. I honestly forgot where I was going with this, but it’s getting there. Think imma rename the thing. That’s. Dumb.
I’m Empress Aryuni!
And that’s me fighting all by myself while my husband snoozes off!
ESC is a series of drabbles and ficlets that were really more like writing exercises created when inspiration struck. They’re labeled ESC because as you can probably tell, they’re choices that I’d like to explore but immediately hit ‘Esc’ in-game before they’re set in stone. These were never meant to see the light of day but seeing how I hit a 110 follower milestone, I’ll share this with you guys. Feel free to reblog and let me know what you think!
Chapter III: Dark Reunions
Setting: The Gravestone after Vaylin has been run off.
Players: Tremas Cidran (F!Sith Warrior), Koth Vortena
Tremas waited as Lana left to patrol the hallway for any stragglers as she had requested thus leaving the Sith alone with her traitorous engineer. The silence between the two of them dragged on, thick and heavy.
How strange. There was a time when she would have welcome Koth’s presence… more than just welcome.
“You left me to die,” she uttered the accusation with such dispassion it seemed little more than a statement of fact.
“You were getting civilians killed. You would have used the Gravestone to hurt Zakuul.”
She smiled and seemed genuinely amused by the statement.
“My, my, do I have a type…” she turned her him and pinned her sparkling blue gaze on him, “Can I tell you a story? Would you mind terribly?”
Koth’s only response was to look at her oddly. “Hardly the time but…”
“Oh it’s an interesting one, I promise. It’s a secret story. Not even Lana or Theron have heard it. It happened back when I was an apprentice to a man known as Darth Baras. He… like many others after him, sought to wield me as a weapon. Baras was the first to use me as an enforcer. I was his executioner; his ‘problem solver’. There was not much of him to admire, but I’ll never forget his servants. He had a eye for talent if nothing else. How such a cockroach of a man earned such unwavering loyalty from these people will forever be beyond me. My first mission for him took me to a planet called Balmorra. There I met Lt. Malavai Quinn. Strategist. Medic. Tireless. Brilliant. The perfect image of military precision and honor.”
she may not exist anymore, but I felt like drawing her so…..*will smith pose*
My character Anieva in a more formal outfit for if she needs to Schmooze people for something.
My third (Fourth?) Star Wars Commission! Really wanted to get some action in on this one. And the lights. I had to have some bouncy danger light too. Not quite a silver fox yet, but soon! Anyway, super happy with this,
Redownloading SWTOR so I can create a jedi knight char and eventually make her the outlander (since Scourge says he saw someone who would defeat the Emperor and he joins the knight) so I can roundaboutly avenge the exile and revan.
Imagine the Trailers but with the cast of Kotor and Kotor 2 uniting against the Sith Empire.
Darth Vitiate: In time you will know what it’s like to lose. To feel so desperately that you’re right, that to fail all the same. Dread it. Run from it. Destiny still arrives.
Mandalore/Canderous: Evacuate the base. Engage all defenses, and get this man a Lightsaber.
[he points to Revan, who walk in from the shadows]
Darth Vitiate: Fun isn’t something one considers when balancing the universe.
[referring to the war about to begin] But this does put a smile on my face.
[upon seeing the KOTOR 2 crew]
Jolee: Who the hell are you guys?
The Exile: So this is it. It’s all been leading to this.
Revan: Let’s go.
The Exile: We’ll lose.
Revan: Then we’ll do that together too.
Revan: The entire time I knew him, he only ever had one goal: To consume half the Galaxy and be reborn for eternity. If he defeats the Republic, he can do that with a snap of his fingers. Just like that.
Carth: Tell me his name again.
Carth: We’ve got one advantage. He’s coming to us. We have who Vitiate wants. So that’s who we use.
Atton: Let’s talk about this plan of yours. I think it’s good, except, it sucks, so let me do the plan, and that way, it might be really good.
Darth Vitiate: The end is near. When I’m done, half of the Galaxy will still exist. Perfectly balanced. As all things should be. I hope they’ll remember you.
my part of the art trade with @tracinyad :D
it’s been a long time since i’ve tried to render any sort of metallic surface, regardless of how unfinished it looks… but it’s kinda fun, in a weird way. Sure, it’s easier when you have flat planes or only one single tube shaped metal thingy, and weirdly hard when you’re trying to deal with metal plate armor (hmmm wonder why?) but hey. :’)
wanted to try a more… loose? lineart thingy? of course, the result meant i couldn’t use the fill bucket as i’d like to but it worked out :’)
One filthy reptile, coming up.
Love that woman.
A Road Not Taken, Pt. 5
Summary: For months, she has wondered how to tell him. Now that the moment is here, she still has no idea. (IA x NPC//Adela x Saganu)
Note: Many thanks to @storyknitter for the quick review. Posted with minimal editing, so any mistakes you see are definitely my own.
Also posted over on AO3.
They walked the corridor to their joint quarters in silence, neither trusting themselves to speak. The tension between them was fraught: Fingers intertwined, her knuckles paled as she tightened her grip; shoulders creeping higher as they progressed; jaw twitching in time as she clenched her teeth. She slowed the pace as they approached their rooms, the distance between them dwindling. Finally, pausing before their door, her free hand came to rest against his elbow and he looked up. The blue eyes he knew so well were glassy, swirling with a storm of emotions he couldn’t entirely parse. There was affection and relief, certainly, as well as joy and hope. But it was the spark of fear amidst it all – something rarely seen from his Red Flame – that had him worried.