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[clonesdeservebetter]

Heyo, if anybody here has ever read my fic, Shadows and The Things That Cast Them, and you’re still interested in it, than I have a slight update for you!

I have plans to rewrite it. The current iteration of the fic isn’t an iteration I’m entirely happy with, and honestly, I’ve written myself into a bit of a corner. There are certain plot-points, ones already in the fic and originally planned for it that I look at and I’m just... “I can do better than that.”

Until the rewrites are done, I am officially putting the fic on hold. Feel free to read the current version up, as it WILL take a while for me to get any rewriting done, but just know it will not be continued until I finish.

Thank you for your understanding, and thank you for reading! <3

[clonesdeservebetter]

ziost............................... swtor ziost............

[clonesdeservebetter]

Fun little character question for all the SWTOR Sith Inquisitor fans out there:

Is your SI's family still alive, or do they only exist in the SI's memory? Did your SI ever even know their family, or were they torn from them when young? Do they ever dream of them? Wonder about them? Or do they not care anymore?

[clonesdeservebetter]

you know. i realized i only sorta alluded to my own SI's answer to this question in the tags lol im gonna spill the beans now

My inquisitor is Jareff Tuun, later Darth Nox.

TLDR is: He knew One family member growing up, who is Dead. He misses them though he would never admit it. the people he collects are about as close to one as he's willing to ever get again. he's very confused as to how he ended up caring about some.

LONG VERSION:

His mom's side of the family is the one that's related to Kallig, with his own mother actually having been taken to Korriban when he was just a toddler after her own abilities in the Force were discovered. This left just him, his dad, and his maternal grandfather.

Considering one of Jareff's earliest memories is his father being executed for attempting to run away, Jareff really only counts his grandfather as being his "family". his grandfather wasn't perfect, often berating Jareff for a variety of reasons, but considering his own daughter went to Korriban and then. like. died. it's more of an overprotective streak than anything.

still, one of the worst things he did, in Jareff's opinion, was force Jareff to suppress and hide his connection to The Force. this caused a couple of unintended side-effects:

Jareff's emotions began to cause a sort of "build up" in him. Think like a bottle of champagne that's been shaken and about to explode.

Jareff got very good at sneaking around.

Anyways. Fast forward. Jareff's ticked off one of the Sith that had been invited to check out "potential merchandise" from the group that lived there in their slave camp, so the Sith decided to punish him. Jareff was away from the tent where he and his grandfather slept, but when he heard screaming, he ran.

They had tortured and killed his grandfather, which was Jareff's final breaking point. it had gone by in a blur, but all reports, even by the most level-headed of Imperials, say that it was a bloodbath. feats of the Force that even some Darths struggle with.

all that built up resentment and hate had finally exploded, but it did have some unintended side effects. like his fingertips becoming permanently scorched with lichtenberg figures all up his hands, leading him to constantly wear gloves.

anyways. he was eventually subdued, and such power and hate really does need to be harnessed. and so we end up in our current story.

jareff is not quick to trust generally, but there are those who somehow manage it. tbh i think ashara may be the one he's the least close with, though they did come to more of an understanding over time.

and now he's the co-commander of the alliance and trying to figure out how a fucking smuggler got so close to him (they did SOR together. from start to finish. they were both on ziost.)

anywho. -pats jareff- this baby has sooo many issues i love him

[clonesdeservebetter]

my plans to get ppl to tell me abt their sith inquisitors is WORKING haha

[clonesdeservebetter]

Fun little character question for all the SWTOR Sith Inquisitor fans out there:

Is your SI's family still alive, or do they only exist in the SI's memory? Did your SI ever even know their family, or were they torn from them when young? Do they ever dream of them? Wonder about them? Or do they not care anymore?

[lesbianlyonelb]

Tbh I like the idea of Jedi essentially being academics with powers because it implies they have specializations. Like Quigon is a really fucking weird experimental Physics guy, Obi-wan is the ethics and law guy, Yoda is that absolutely batshit insane tenured professor who doesn't give two shits, ect

[hyperewok1]

“how can you be on the Council and not receive tenure?” 

[levitatingbiscuits]

"You are on this council, young Skywalker, but we do not grant you tenure"

[clonesdeservebetter]

may i just say that one of my favorite things to see with imp agents is the fact that every version of cipher 9 owns a mug that says “#1 Agent” like. it’s a universal constant, and i’m LIVING for it.

[clonesdeservebetter]

"loneliness is a slow and cruel poison." or "you see the good in everything. that’s why i like it when you look at me." characters are your choice.

hfbhsjd sorry this took so long! thank you for the request! decided to go for a bit of Jareff and Myriad, since they live in my head rent-free. i also adjusted the wording slightly to fit the Vibe better, hope you don’t mind!

spoilers for chapter 8 of KOTFE, please don’t tag as any kind of ship

The more times he encounters Arcann, the more Jareff’s hatred grows.

At first, it had only been because of loyalty to Valkorion. Then, the betrayal. Being locked in carbonite for five years wasn’t exactly fun, and being hunted like an animal is not an experience Jareff enjoys.

And now, to add onto the ever-growing list of hatred, Arcann has stabbed one of the few people Jareff has ever considered being “close” to.

Jareff is already planning dozens of ways to kill the so-called “Emperor”, but first, they need to actually get somewhere safe. It’s easier said than done, but Lana keeps assuring him that she has it handled, and Manuzil refuses to keep an eye on her progress for him, so the best he can do is wait.

He’s never been very good at that.

Jareff knows he’s likely infuriating everybody on The Gravestone, some more vocal about it than others, so, in a rare act of grace-- and perhaps a smidgen of worry-- he finds himself sitting in the medbay after almost a full day has passed with Myriad not waking up.

He’s done his best to not drift their, almost outright avoiding the room, but when it’s the middle of the sleep cycle, and the only other people awake are a droid, Lana, and Manuzil, he feels there’s enough safety for him to go in there without being cooed at for it.

So, he sits in the dimly lit medbay, staring down at one of the most unlikely allies-- no, friends-- he’s made yet. Her presence in the Force is her own, but he can feel wisps of Valkorion at the edges of it. He suspects the ghost has something to do not only with her survival, but with her prolonged sleep.

He sits a small distance away, just within arm’s reach, but not close enough to get into her personal space. Just in case. At first, the only sound in the medbay is the soft beeping and whirring of machinery alongside the various creaks and groans of the Gravestone.

It begins to grate on Jareff’s already fraying nerves, so he whispers, just enough for only the two of them to hear, “You’re an idiot.”

He internally cringes at himself, backpedals, “What you did back there... it was foolish. I know you wanted me at the Gravestone to defend it, but we both knew-- know-- how dangerous Arcann is. You should’ve known HK wouldn’t be enough to defend you alone, and now he’s gone, and you... You’re here. Asleep. In the medical bay.”

Jareff sighs. He’s talking to a comatose woman who very nearly died and, under most other circumstances, would be considered an enemy to him. He should just get up and leave, talk to Lana or Manuzil or-- Force forbid it-- even Koth. He shouldn’t be doing this, it’s unseemly for a sith with such a high position as him.

“Why is it harder to talk to you while you’re asleep than when you’re awake?” Jareff wonders aloud, “I know conversation is usually easier when there are two parties involved but... I don’t know. I struggle to find my words, though from what I’ve seen and heard, you have that effect on people.”

He can almost imagine Myriad laughing at that, shoving him playfully and telling him to shut up, as if he were just a normal drinking buddy instead of Darth Nox, a man who has killed hundreds, if not thousands, of people time and time again. Sometimes he’s not even sure if she just ignores it, or if she genuinely forgets that’s who Jareff is.

“My grandfather was the first to tell me that there is darkness in everything. Whether it was a warning or him attempting to prepare me for a potential future as a sith, I don’t know, but it’s how I’ve always operated. Hurt them before they hurt you, or at least have a plan to. Betrayal and deceit is the way of the sith, and I am a very good sith.”

But...

“But then... I met you. You, Lana, Theron, even Jakarro. Trust came slowly from both sides, but you... Somehow, I always knew I could trust you. That you wouldn’t stab me in the back. Perhaps it was because of how open you always were-- are-- or maybe it was simply because you didn’t shoot me in the back at any chance you got, but after we first met, even if I never showed it, I... I trusted you. I still trust you. And for a long time, I wondered why you ended up trusting me as well.”

It had clawed at the back of Jareff’s mind for weeks after Rakata Prime, persisted all throughout their time on Rishi and most of the Yavin truce, but at the very end, as they boarded their separate ships, it had hit him.

“Despite your career, at the end of the day, you believe in the light. You believe that, so long as we work together, trust each other, there’s nothing we can’t do. You believe that compassion, love, and mercy are just as strong, if not stronger than a good blaster. It was-- is-- the antithesis to everything I’ve ever known, both as a slave and a sith.”

And yet, Jareff couldn’t help but feel fond of her. As close to her as he had been his crew, his grandfather. That took him even longer to figure out, but he did.

“You see the good in everything. Even me,” Jareff lets out a slight laugh. It’s wet, as if he’s on the verge of crying. He ignores it. “Perhaps that’s why I like it when you look at me.”

Several moments of silence pass, before Jareff finally pulls himself together, wiping away any and all rogue tears from his cheeks. He takes a deep, steadying breath, and stands.

He hesitantly places a single gloved hand over her arm, keeping it hovering, not actually touching the comatose smuggler. He wants to, he thinks. He wants to pat her arm awkwardly and gently in an attempt to show his platonic affection, but at the same time, he can’t help but pull his hand back from her.

Old habits, he supposes. 

He leaves without another word.

[jester-de-punyalada]

Star Mutuals check in!!!

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[hickeygenderarchive]

my old star wars mutuals are like siblings-in-arms to me. if you've been around since the beginning of my blog back when mando was good and we still posted about it during s2? we've been forever bonded by our shared service in the discourse trenches. if you remember the ENDLESS cult discourse, the frog egg discourse, the birth of dincobb, the recanonization of jaste(r mereel), the helmet discourse 1.0, the finale marking the decline of the show as a whole, the helmet discourse 2.0 post finale, and the birth of dinluke?? man. i would do ANYTHING for you. you get me on a visceral level. our mutualship has been forged in fire and flame.

[americiumam]

WAIT. big girl padme. you agree

[americiumam]

REBLOG WITH A PLUS SIZED PADME DRAWING PLEASE

[thrantomoment]

i told myself this would be a sketch but i got a little carried away 😭

[dragonheart-swtor]

Sith Inquisitor Storyline: Drunk History Version

Y’all, and by y’all I mean one person (@sith-shenanigans thank you very much), asked for it, and I live to repeat this over and over for others’ amusement, so here it is. Have my summary of the pinball machine that is the Sith Inquisitor storyline, from memory, originally drafted a while back in DMs with a friend who’s never played SWTOR. Spoilers for the Sith Inquisitor storyline, obviously.

Without further ado: Let us begin.

- So your story begins as a recently sort-of-freed slave walking off a ship and onto Hell: The Planet. (The nonhuman Inquisitor immediately experiences 2483947 microaggressions.)

- You have to compete with a bunch of other people! Only one of you is not going to die and the overseer has already picked his favorite, seemingly purely because he happens to have red skin. They will both (the overseer and Teacher’s Pet) proceed to be as annoying as possible for the rest of the Korriban story.

- multiple people try to kill you, but you’re the protagonist, so fuck them

- “Teacher’s Pet, you go to the library and translate these texts. Protagonist, you go to this ancient tomb and figure out how to retrieve an artifact from a lock that no one has been able to open in ten thousand years.” “Libraries are boring anyway. Yawn.”

- You finally get to smackdown with Teacher’s Pet, which is satisfying as hell. Unfortunately the overseer gets pissy about it. Fortunately, the Sith you’ve been competing to be the apprentice of decided she liked you early on and has also been playing favorites, so you don’t die immediately.

- your master is great! much more into positive reinforcement than most Sith.

- at some point you semi-accidentally steal someone else’s cult on Nar Shaddaa and now they worship you as a nigh-on god. whoops. you just kind of… leave and let them run their own business. you pay them visits later in the storyline.

- you also become part bug so you can go skinny dipping in radioactive waste. it’s fine, we promise.

- your master is trying to steal your body because turns out she’s actually really old and kind of dying so she plans on kicking you out of your body, transplanting her own soul in your place, killing her old body, and assuming your identity after “you” “killed” “your master”! that’s not great, better not let her do that.

-  you successfully didn’t let her do that! wait, now she’s sharing a body with one of your companions, an ancient monster who you kind of forced into submission and who serves you rather unwillingly now. there is apparently nothing that can be done about this so sometimes your eight-foot-tall monster not-friend talks in a high, unnervingly smooth feminine voice and tries to convince you she’s on your side now that she’s forced by this new body to not harm you. this is also not great but what are you gonna do. he is also Not Pleased about this by the way, and really who can blame him.

- some darth on the dark council named Thanaton decides to get pissy with you for reasons I don’t remember and now he’s trying to kill you. what the fuck.

-  he actually almost does kill you but your old master’s other apprentices, who are now your apprentices, save you from the brink of death.

- (the apprentices, by the way, are very sweet and I love them. they’re murdered by thanaton almost immediately.)

-  your solution to “I need more power, fast”, for some godforsaken reason, is “I’m going to learn to walk the line between life and death and EAT GHOSTS” and I wish I were exaggerating this

- you go out and eat a bunch of ghosts of old Sith on various planets

- subpoint to this: on one of these planets, you accomplish this by coercing the ghost’s descendant, a Jedi padawan named Ashara, to get the ghost to appear so you can eat him. You end up murdering her masters in the process because one way or another they find out about your plan. She is understandably horrified by this turn of events and, feeling she has no chance of returning to the Jedi, reluctantly joins your crew and either (Light Side Quizzy) learns to balance light and dark sides of the Force and becomes ultimately stronger for it, or (Dark Side Quizzy) lives in abject terror of you for the rest of the storyline. I love her dearly as well. fortunately she is not murdered by thanaton.

- congrats! you ate enough ghosts to have enough power to beat thanaton up!

- unfortunately, you have Ate Too Many Ghosts Disease now and need immediate medical attention.

- your mind kind of just Shatters and you may or may not have hallucinations for a while iirc. either way you need help or you’re just gonna disintegrate slowly until the ghosts overwhelm you and take over. you go to Voss and participate in some wild Force ritual they’ve got to take care of that. it’s a fun time

- your body is also having a bad time and that also needs fixing; I don’t remember where you go for this (Belsavis, I think?) but you end up checking out a machine made by a long-dead alien civilization and the machine turns out to a) be sentient and b) be responsible for CREATING A GOOD PORTION OF THE GALAXY’S NEAR-HUMAN SPECIES, IF NOT ALL OF THEM, AND DISSEMINATING THEM TO THE GALAXY AS PART OF THE RAKATA’S EXPERIMENTS ON CREATING FORCE-SENSITIVE LIFEFORMS IN HOPES OF KEEPING THEIR OWN SPECIES FROM DYING OUT BECAUSE THEY WERE SUPER RACIST AND EVENTUALLY THAT RACISM KICKED THEM IN THE ASS IN THE FORM OF A MASS REVOLUTION THAT WIPED THEM OUT COMPLETELY BUT THE MACHINE IS STILL HERE

- all right I’m calm sorry I derailed for a moment

- I have a lot of thoughts about things

-  anyway the machine bUILDS YOU A NEW FUCKING BODY and you’re good to go now

-  (by the way, depending what species you’re playing, it’s entirely possible you learn at this point that your entire species only exists because of this machine!)

- (anyway.)

- okay, mind fixed, body fixed, ghosts consumed, we’re good to go! time to murder a dark councilor!

- “we do that”

- except you don’t because you’re on corellia and this dipshit challenges you to a kaggath without really ever explaining in detail what a kaggath is or what the rules (if any) are, we just know it seems to be the ancient and very formal Sith way of saying “meet me in the denny’s parking lot at 3am if you want an ass-kicking”, and then hE RUNS OFF TO DROMUND KAAS WHICH DEPENDING ON WHAT GALAXY MAP YOU BELIEVE IS UP TO FIVE DAYS’ TRAVEL AWAY

- YOU’RE CANONICALLY JUST CHASING THIS LITTLE BITCH THROUGH SPACE FOR FIVE DAYS AFTER HE CHALLENGED YOU

-  he then goes to the Dark Council to try to convince them to help him kill you and you literally have to just go to the Dark Council chambers too and kick in the door and go “HEARD YOU WERE TALKIN SHIT” in front of everyone

- (which to be fair is basically Sith philosophy in a nutshell)

-  Ravage and Marr spend this entire council meeting just exchanging tired glances and going “no, fuck you, why can’t you kill them, they’re your problem. fight for our entertainment now. fuck you”

- (Darth Baras did this exact same shit earlier the same day, by the way, with the Sith Warrior. and by “earlier the same day” I mean “like fifteen minutes prior to this.”)

- you fight Thanaton. to no one’s surprise, because you’re the protagonist and because he’s being a little bitch about it, you kick his ass and slaughter him in front of everyone

- half the Council stands up and you just kind of go “oh shit I’m gonna die”

- but no

- you’re being promoted

- congration you done it you’re a dark councilor now

- someone complains because wait, they’re not even a darth, you can’t be a dark councilor if you’re not even a darth

- first person responds with “well fuck you then, we’ll make them a darth. hey you. your name is Darth Nox (dark side)/Imperius (light side)/Occulus (neutral) now. take a seat”

- “but - what?”

- “take a fuckin seat, babe”

- “o- okay" 

- “you run the entire Ancient Knowledge sector now, by the way, despite the fact that you may or may not be illiterate due to having been raised a slave, because that was what Thanaton ran and we only have the one job opening since the Warrior just killed Baras”

- (the Warrior, freshly coined the Emperor’s Wrath officially, waves from their corner where they’re cleaning Baras’s blood off their boots)

- “I - okay, I guess”

and that’s the Sith Inquisitor storyline. That’s a wrap, folks, roll credits. if this gets enough notes and/or if literally anyone says they’d like to see it I may also post the Imperial Agent and/or do other class stories, I enjoy these way too much

[maxknightley]

man. the star wars sequel trilogy could have been so good if they hadn't fucked it up

[maxknightley]

all the pieces were there. compelling main characters. unsubtle social satire. the main characters from the OT being jaded and frustrated by the way things turned out. funny ball robot.

it's a shame that the plot of the first one was a rehash and disney decided that it was a really good idea to repeatedly switch directors and writing teams

[maxknightley]

me watching the force awakens in 2015 like "wow! john boyega is CRAZY good in this. I'm excited to see where his character goes, especially with the obvious hints that he's force sensitive"

and then over the next several years seeing naught but flaming wreckage on the horizon

[official-kircheis]

@triviallytrue

[allthingskenobi]

hey did you know that this year 'the phantom menace' will be as old as obi-wan was in 'the phantom menace'

[whyactlikeahuman]

[safeinpeetasarms]

#i literally crack up everytime #at least ten of the notes are from me

[taraljc]

if I ever don’t reblog Obi-Wan’s complete lack of fucks, assume I have perished and have been et by my cat.

[ebitenpura]

SWTOR wrapped:

you died on the elevator 23566867 times

you didn't survive running through champion mobs 56990 times

your companion healed you past death 346899999 times

you rocket boosted when you could have walked 890985 times

you failed that datacron jump 627 consecutive times

you made another alt of your main character 47 times

you got lost in Corellia 14,359 times

[duelofthefatesmp3]

finding out Anakin was 23 years old when he became Vader was so crazy to me. he should've been at the club

[goflowolfog]

HE TRIED