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tagged by @meonlyred for OC thru memes... priscilla mercar. as summarised as best i could (i had to cull the memes lmao)

tagging @sotc @uldren-sov and @kornyo and @lydiaalin - doesnt have to be datv related!!!!!!!

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Fandom meme: D, I, C, K!!! Heheheheehehe

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t (again: be nice) Red you walk a dangerous line, I could be killed for answering this. Do you wish me dead you horrible beast?

I - Has tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why What has tumblr not spoiled?

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will (be nice) Corso/F!Smuggler and Solas/F!Lavellan. I weirdly like both of these ships gay as hell, but something about the force straightness of it all, but makes the romances kinda weird. You know how much I would like a nice dude smuggler to sweep Corso off his feet and show him that chivarly isnt dead he just might be doing it wrong? Do you know how much I want Solas to see m!lavellan and see a friend, a lover, someone who didnt ask it all and some how knows how he feels? Solas and Corso also get pegged.

K -Say something nice about someone in any of your fandoms the absolute baller idea’s my friend Robin comes up with, the way she just extends the ideas and its fantastic. Also fucking shout out to the Dorian/Adaar Dorian/Cadash artist/writers, thank you for feeding my niche love right there. You guys get it right ever time. Oh and @meonlyred for not making me hate that one ship, you know that ship red

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In working with these idiots yesterday in a different ‘verse, it occurred to me that I’d never posted this gorgeous shot of my lovely Mairen and @keldae‘s Reanden on their wedding day. The fic is still in progress, but I definitely wanted to share @meonlyred‘s glorious work. =D

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I was lucky enough to be able to snag a slot in @meonlyred​’s commissions, as I have always adored her art. Her compositions are always so expressive, and I just adore her use of colors and light. I absolutely love how her rendition of my girl came out!

All of the details and textures are just 😘

I absolutely encourage everyone to go commission her on Twitter/Pillowfort!

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Ask meme for Nirea! 2, 4, 5, and 9!!

Thank you for asking!! You are a goddess! I moved #9 up above #5 because I completely lost control and direction with that one and it turned into some kind of weird pseudo-fic and the only apology you’re going to get from me is the cut I put it under because it got so unnecessarily fucking long. Here is the link to the meme!!! I can’t promise all of my answers won’t be so excessive but ask anyway!!

2. Would they be a class specific character? (ie. Imperial Agent only. Republic character only)Nah, fam. Rea could wiggle her way into every class’ story. Whether you keep her or not would depend on your choices/alignment though.

4. Where would you recruit them from? Alderaan. She hates it there and I love to fuck with her.

9. What would they say if you clicked on them? “Hey, did you see that Cathar earlier? With that ass? Damn.”“Wanna see a trick?”“Bet you can’t do this.”“I don’t know whose idea weather was, but they deserve to be punched. A lot.”“I hear ya.”“We should get another droid.”“I just want one day where no one tries to kill me. Is that so much to ask?”“How far do you think I can bend this before it breaks?”“Hey look at this. Think it’s edible?”“Got time for some pazaak? We can play Nar Shaddaa rules.”“Are we there yet?”“Hey, do you smell that? Smells like--Oh. Shit. I think that’s me.”“See that thing over there? I bet you twenty credits I can lift it.”“Don’t mind me. Just admiring the view.”“Spot me a few creds? I’m good for it, I swear.”“You’d be so bored without me.”“Yeah, yeah. I’m with you.”“We have a saying on Corellia: Fuck off, I’m busy.”“Ugh, I’m bored. This is boring.”“Don’t look at me. This is your show.”“It wasn’t me!”“Alright you get first guess this time, chief. Is it mud or is it blood? Right there on my leg.”“Don’t worry, chief. I can’t resist me either.”

5. What would their recruitment mission be? It’s an ordinary sort of day in your extraordinary level 30 life. You’re just doing your thing, fighting crime, doing crime, rescuing random people and murdering somewhat less random people. You’re headed to Alderaan for your own reasons.

That’s when you get a call from whoever it is that’s always calling you with problems that only you can solve. From whoever usually preaches to you about duty, who gives you orders or threatens your life or just offers you good old-fashioned credits in exchange for your services, like any sensible person would. There’s a problem, they tell you. (There’s always a problem.) It’s a mission gone sideways, a crashed ship with a not entirely inconsequential Jedi on board who may or may not have gone rogue. Information is scarce, danger is guaranteed, and the problem is on Alderaan where the political situation is too unstable for any big, bold moves.

You take the job. It’s already on your way, and besides, you see potential in it. Potential good, potential credits, potential prestige. The potential to quiet your insatiable bloodlust, however temporarily. Whatever it is you’re looking for.

The Republic bosses want answers. What happened to the ship? To the mission? To the Jedi? They want you to bring her back into the fold if you can. They don’t say what to do if you can’t, but you can guess. The Imperial bosses want an edge. They want whatever was on that ship, but mostly they want the Jedi. She’s a thorn in the Imperial side and if they can’t make use of her, if she hasn’t fallen like rumor suggests, they want her out of the way.

Maybe you ask what the ship’s mission was, what the Jedi was even doing there. Maybe you know better than to ask questions. Regardless, the only information you get is a name.

Nirea Velaran.

A human woman, physically formidable for her species and notoriously unpredictable. She’s good with words and better with lightsabers and ‘dangerous’ is the only thing anyone will say about her for sure. That, and she’s Corellian.

It’s not the profile you’re used to for Jedi. Maybe that peaks your curiosity. Maybe it worries you. Maybe a job is a job and you don’t give a fuck about the details.

On Alderaan you follow the columns of smoke to a small lake nestled between snow-capped peaks, an oasis that might have been peaceful before a small frigate blew a crater into the mountain. The ship is split down the middle, its innards scattered across the ice. You don’t see any bodies, but your scanners detect something alive and moving in the wreckage.

You find a scavver in the remains of the ship’s engine room, greasy and poorly-clothed, elbow deep in the ship’s hyperdrive. The only weapon you can see is a shock stick that’s seen better days, leaning against the wall on the other side of the room.

She’s unconcerned by you and your armed companions. Asks if you’re in the market for an Aratech repulsion compensator. They’re hard to find, she promises, because Aratech pulled out of the hyperdrive manufacturing business almost as soon as they got into it. They make good speeders and, in her opinion, they ought to stick with that. She promises to give you a good price on account of her not having to haul it down the mountain if you buy it up here. She also tells you how the Jedi wasn’t interested on account of not having a ship anymore.

Maybe you notice the knowing gleam in her blue eyes, maybe you don’t. Either way, this scavver has information you want. You negotiate. With charm, with reason, with threats. It doesn’t matter how. You get what you want in the end, just like you always do.

The scavver takes you to the ship’s bridge, where she says she met the Jedi earlier. You find a Republic Senator’s corpse on the floor, two distinct lightsaber wounds in their chest, but none of the carbon scoring you’d expect from a fight. You get what you can from the ship’s damaged computers, but it doesn’t amount to much more than navcharts, a manifest, and escape pod launch records. When you turn to ask the scavver where the Jedi was headed, you find that she is gone and the path out of the bridge is sealed behind you.

You make a new path, of course. You always do.

The scavver’s trail predictably takes you back to your ship. The good news is that it’s still there. The bad news is your protocol droid is disassembled with apparent care, lying in a neat pile at the top of the boarding ramp. The word sorry is scrawled across its forehead in very poor handwriting using what you suspect to be lipstick. From the loving way the droid was taken apart, you guess the message isn’t for you.

There is no apology scrawled on the floor where one of your speeders used to be.

You follow your speeder--a simple task with all of your skills and your crew and your resources--to a valley below the crashsite, where the plains of pristine snow are pocked with scorched-black escape pods. Dozens upon dozens upon dozens of them, their hatches all hanging open. A path of brown mud and green grass marks the slow march of their inhabitants out of the valley.

There is another ship at the other end of the path. A freighter, small enough you aren’t sure it can even carry the hundreds of people slowly shuffling aboard. They are aliens, all of them, and clad in identical grey jumpsuits. You catch the gleam of metal around some of their wrists and ankles.

The scavver watches you from the ground beside the boarding ramp. Maybe you already guessed and maybe you didn’t, but you see now that she’s not what she seemed. The shabby cloaks and scarves have been thrown off, leaving her in a Jedi-brown combat suit she wears like a second skin, a lightsaber at each hip, standing tall and sure. The Force swirls around her in a storm of certainty and power and even if you can’t feel that sort of thing, there’s something about the way she holds herself that tells you it’s there all the same.

This is your objective. This is Nirea Velaran.

She tosses you a careless grin as the freighter’s aftermarket guns spin round to face you. You could perhaps kill her before they get you, but you wouldn’t survive to enjoy the rewards of a job well done. She tells you this doesn’t have to be stupid and you don’t have much choice but to talk. To let her explain.

What she tells you is an indictment of the Republic’s system of law, a story of a prison that’s little more than a slave mill for aliens, of Senators that blithely profit from the gaps deliberately written in their own laws. A story of the Jedi Master who knew about it and did nothing, who sent her to prop up something broken, who cared more about law than justice. It’s the story of a Jedi Knight who murdered a Senator in cold blood and will die before apologizing for it.

She’s cavalier about what she’s done, but passionate about her reasons for doing it. Whatever the price of this liberation turns out to be, she’s clearly prepared to pay it. Clearly prepared to ensure its success no matter what it does to her.

The boarding ramp begins to rise as the last of the prisoners scrambles aboard. You don’t know if she planned for the ship to leave without her, but she doesn’t seem to care. The guns remain fixed on your position.

You consider your options as your target considers you. Her attention slices through you like a laser, hot and sharp and precise. Looking for something specific, you think, and you can’t tell from her inscrutable expression whether she found it.

When she’s seen what she needs to, she offers you some flattery and a gratuitous wink. Maybe you appreciate it; maybe you don’t. She asks for a ride off this shit planet. Promises to put your droid back together and put a little life into your drab little ship. Mentions how it’s generally better to have someone with a talent for destruction and mayhem working for you than than against you. And maybe she hints that she’s got talents beyond wanton chaos. Maybe she offers to show you what they are.

Accepting her offer will have consequences. This Jedi is the sort of person who wears trouble like a signature fragrance. You are familiar enough with trouble by now to know you can’t stand that close to its storm without being swept up yourself. But maybe you can make that storm work for you. Maybe it’s your kind of storm.

Or maybe it isn’t. Maybe you have enough trouble of your own. Maybe you aren’t interested in the kind of trouble a willful, bleeding-heart Jedi carries with her.

She watches you with a look that’s shameless and hungry and not entirely trustworthy. There’s a kind of calculation to the fire behind her eyes and a tension in her body that tells you time is short. You ask yourself: is Nirea Velaran a risk worth taking?

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@meonlyred

Of course!! There is gonna be a hair joke at some point and we all know it

“I had to cut my hair or else I’d be too recognizable”

RIP the best fauxhawk in game

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SWTOR by Red Via Flickr: Screen shots from Star Wars: The Old Republic

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meonlyred replied to your link “Twitch”

I feel like the consular and knight story are very much companion stories to each other. Especially when it comes to the Children of the Emperor. You learn of their existence with the Knight and your Padawan was one. But the Consular is the one who investigates and goes after them. The consular also deals more with the "politics" and lore of the Jedi. The best way I can describe it is the Knight's story is a SW movie and the Consular's is the SW books.

I think the movie/book comparison is very accurate!

I was actually thinking last night that in some ways the Coruscant plot was reminding me of some of the Jedi Apprentice books I read back in the day. The focus on investigation, and detouring into talking through problems and finding creative solutions felt very reminiscent of that, as well as giving me a major Star Trek: TNG vibe.

The Knight story is very classic Star Wars, life/death type stuff. And while the Consular has that too, it’s more subtle (at least what I’ve played so far). And I actually really like that variety. With the Knight story sometimes I almost feel guilty about the character taking a break or breather because the stakes are that high at many of the points throughout.

But like they’re also totally different genres, at least right now it seems. At its’ core, the Knight’s story is an adventure about saving the galaxy. The Consular’s seems to be a mystery about... um, probably not what it appears to be at the moment. I’m sure I’ll find out more the further I get into it.

Damn character limit! Don't you understand my NEED to rant about my love!? Anyways! Another thing I love is how many times the Consular has verbal battles with foes instead of lightsaber ones. There is at least 3 times you can circumvent a fight completely by choosing the right dialogue options. Which is super Jedi-ist. There are also several more that still end in a fight but start with the verbal battle. I have 7 consulars. Favorite? Nooooo, what!?!?

It was actually funny last night, when I went to confront Lars BadGuy Baddeg and I seemed to talk him down and the conversation ended and I was like: “Uh, wow. That was easy. I guess sometimes all you do have to do is say ‘please’ and--nope. I’m in the Matrix. Jerk.”

But I really do enjoy that there’s a more subtle and less adrenaline-fueled take on what the Jedi handle from day-to-day. I’m probably a little too attached to the Knight’s story for it to be knocked from its mantle as my favorite, but I am surprisingly enjoying the Consular storyline so far. I recall reading somewhere the writers were really excited to delve further into the mysteries of the Force and tell a completely different type of story than the one they were doing with the Knight.