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please sir may i have your hand in marriage
Swtor rant incoming!
I’ve always liked learning about the anatomy and physiology of the species in Star Wars, both canon material and headcanons.
Like the complex nerves on a Twi’lek’s lekku or how they have two stomachs. A Zabrak’s twin hearts and tougher skin. A Nautolan’s sharp teeth and gills. A Torguta’s montrals and three lekku. Even just culture differences in their appearances. Like a Mirialans tattoos or a Mandalorian’s paint. I love it and I wish we were given more in depth descriptions.
But why am I talking about biology in a Swtor rant? Zakuul.
When replaying some of the chapters I’ve realized that these people are rather ignorant when it comes to the larger galaxy. Not that it’s entirely their fault considering how isolated Valkorian kept them. But it also means that they don’t know all of these like facts about the diversity of the rest of the galaxy.
Now I can’t stop thinking about the companions from Zakuul finding this out and being baffled.
battle couples has gotta be one of my favorite tropes though. The “you got me?” “Yeah, I got you.” The kiss for good luck. Fighting alongside each other for so long they know every strength and weakness. The dichotomy of being fucking terrifying to their enemies, but so soft with each other. When one is in danger and the other goes feral, protects them at any cost. When everything is over and done, it’s all “let me see where you’re hurt,” and washing off the dirt and blood.
the annoying part of being intrigued by your own swtor characters is that you inevitably want to read and play and do anything to know more about them...but bitch, this means you have to do all of that yourself.
harbringer
Sith!Obi-Wan is such a terrifying concept.
strangely enough, he does not conform to the classic black aesthetic of the Sith. but prefers a shade of cream white and gold.
something similar to what the Jedi might wear but more refined. instead of the standard scratchy cotton, it’s a softer fabric. smoother, more luxurious and meant more for comfort and silent signifier of wealth than a statement humility.
seeing this attire, one would think that someone with a red saber would want to carry some semblance of who he once was before he turned to the dark side. but no.
to him, it is not a marker of nostalgia or of him holding on to his past self.
this visage of white and gold, to him, is an improvement. to him, this is what the Jedi are afraid to lean into. the element of a soft texture, of leaning into comfort, of leaning into enjoying wealth and an attachment to the finer things in life is one of the reasons he enjoys the dark side. because the Jedi don't allow such things, they don't allow one to enjoy the fruits of their labour to the fullest.
to be caught in his line of sight is akin to a death sentence.
there is no defeating him. no knocking him off kilter. no hiding from him. he is the perfect embodiment of all that is dark and twisted. a perfect mesh of order and chaos in graceful movements and carefully executed aggression to tear down whoever and whatever stands in his way.
to have a habringer of death calmly circling around you with no hope for mercy after a long and hard battle. to be brought to your knees with his red saber under your chin. beyond that, any semblance of your previous life is over. whether you are Jedi, senator, princess or peasant, your life is now effectively and undeniably his.
thus.
“what i expect...” he muses with the corner of his mouth quirking slightly upward, honey gold eyes gleaming from the fire and destruction all around. “is absolute devotion.”
and he shall receive it. one way or another.
Cassian & Han: it's the latest trend
Poe, 30yrs later in a thrift shop: ... I'm a whore for vintage fashion.
Ngl, my favorite part of Imp-side Jedi Under Siege.
I want y'all to know I cackled so hard over this on Arkady's run I almost missed screenshotting a Lana smooch 🤣
i can hear "we are not responsible for missed departures" in my sleep
"do you require medical attention" perhaps. mind ur business.
“You are fit for duty. Return to your post.” I am NOT going anywhere. Don’t tell me what to do.
SOO TRUE OMG
like no, I will not do that go away
Look up.
I was bored. Have the results of messing around in the CC until I got thoroughly tired of the CC. A lot of things about Quinn’s face are mostly impossible in DAI or maybe just require a far better person than I at the helm. Also, his hair is atrocious but whatever. It was the Quinniest of the bunch.
*coughs awkwardly*
ok then Quinn, you do that
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