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[doomedyuri]

KIT FISTO in THE LAIR OF GRIEVOUS.

Those who have power should restrain themselves from using it.

[scionshtola]

17 for the glam game!!

thank u for the ask!! <3 plate 17 is yet another sch glam lmao. my only reason for having 3 is i wasnt sure if i was going to like this one and i ended up. not being a huge fan of the top (cori likes a cravat but it's a bit much i think).

[pinkfey-archive]

34. bauble w/ ellery!

34. bauble + ellery lux.

setting: deadfire. aloth/ellery centric.

Aloth found her on the floor crying.

The storm had thrown the ship into chaos above deck, and the quarters below did not fair much better. The ship lurching so suddenly his books came toppling off their shelves should have been a warning for the impending storm, but Aloth had still been surprised to see the downpour of torrential rain that awaited them on the deck. All hands went to work strapping cargo down and hoisting, and Ellery in the middle of it all as fearless as ever, the rain beating against her as she attempted to calm the near-black clouds. Just the sight of her—her arms raised high and her figure completely drenched as she soothed the sky—had been enough to inspire the crew to hold on. And most magnificent of all: it had worked.

Until it hadn’t.

Aloth had not been watching her, nor did he hear her gasp over the rain, but he had seen the retreating clouds thicken once more and return with a ferocity, and when he had looked to where she had been standing, he’d caught a glimpse of her dashing below deck. He had meant to chase after her—and did nearly let go of the rope he had been holding—but Edér hollered at him to leave her.

For hours the crew had struggled to keep the ship together and by the time it was over, Ellery had still not returned. Their companions had bickered about what to say to her, some frustrated, some concerned, but Aloth ultimately offered to find her.

And so he did.

It was a dreadful sight. Her quarters had been sacked by the storm, clothes and furniture strewn every which way, shattered glass on every surface, and the various flowers he’d once watched her happily druidcraft were now dead. But the storm hadn’t caused that, had it? Ellery was on the floor at the foot of her bed, her dress splayed out before her as she sat surrounded by dozens of glass shards, her bleeding hands laying limp in her lap as she cradled something small he couldn’t quite make out.

Her hair was still damp from the rain. She looked at him with tearful, devastating eyes. “It broke.”

Aloth’s heart ached and he smiled softly. “So I see, my friend.”

He gingerly stepped further into the room, careful to avoid ruining anything further, and knelt down by her side. Ellery sniffed pathetically. She curled her fingers further around the object she held.

Her voice was as fragile everything else around her. “Is everyone okay?”

“Everyone is fine,” he assured. The he listed his head. “Serafen could be happier.”

She gave a weak laugh, but Aloth knew her real one when he heard it. He smiled in relief—until her face crumpled.

“I’m sorry,” she whimpered, and as fresh tears fell, she leaned to rest her head on his shoulder. Aloth hesitated to put an arm around her, settling on placing his hand on the small of her back.

Aloth had seen her like this before, of course, more than five years ago after Defiance Bay. It was an uncomfortable sort of role reversal for the two of them at the time—Aloth never knowing what to do with his hands, or his words, or anything really, because she was always the decisive one, the talker. Aloth was not uncomfortable now, or tense. Just quiet. He knew her.

After some time, Ellery’s shuddering breaths turned to sniffles and she was ready to speak. She opened her hands back up and her small wounds had healed somewhat, just as her druidcrafted decor. Though relieved she seemed to be feeling better, Aloth’s attention fell to the object in her hand, and it dawned on him why she had left in such a panic.

“I thought I could save it in time,” she whispered.

In Ellery’s hands was a palm-sized glass flower—a columbine, she had once told him—of pale pink color, now cracked down the center, with two inner petals broken off, as well as the center. The green shards of glass scattered around them used to make up the spherical bottle she had once kept it in. One piece in particular still had the twine wrapped around it from when it hung from a bar on the ceiling along with all her other baubles. This one was special to her, he knew. It once belonged to a decorative candelabra in her bedroom half a decade ago.

The last piece she had left of Caed Nua.

“Caed Nua was my home,” she said. “My home.” She pursed her lips and shook her head. “I know it’s gone but… it’s so far away.” She choked out a laugh. “I don’t do well with distance.”

“Indeed, I remember the letters.” He did not mean for it to be teasing but it wound up sounding just the same.

“Oh, the letters!” she wailed and he was almost afraid she’d begin to cry again. “I kept every single one, you know. I wish I had them as well.”

Aloth held back a smile. Perhaps she no longer possessed his letters, but he still held onto most of hers. The dried flowers she sent along with them had been his favorite part, reminiscent of the ones she used to press into his books when he wasn’t looking. But that was a secret to share with her another time.

“I…” she began. She frowned. “I miss my home. I am afraid I’ll never have another.”

Aloth knew her story well. He tried to imagine the life she’d lived, never sleeping in one place for too long, becoming one with the woodland creatures, then stumbling across a place as valiant as Caed Nua. In a way, he understood her. He too found a home in the most curious of places. Luckily for him, she’s still standing.

“Ellery.” He said her name tentatively, and she sensed the shift in tone. She raised her head from his shoulder to look at him, but with the added pressure of her gaze he readjusted his position. Staring at the broken columbine trying to find the words, he placed his hand atop her own, locking it between their palms. Touch was not always easy for him, but this was.

“Five years ago, you made a home out of a few wandering souls you just happened across. Edér, Pallegina, Sagani, myself… It was more difficult than I can describe for us to leave Caed Nua. Do you know why?”

Ellery blinked at him, eyes wide. “Because…”

“Because home is not Caed Nua, Ellery, it is you.” He shook her hand a bit to emphasize the statement. “Wherever you are, Ellery, that is…” Aloth could not finish his thought then because Ellery looked at him in such a way that he’d wish she’d never stop.

She beamed, tears springing into her eyes once more, but she brushed them away with her free hand.

Outside, Aloth heard commotion as their companions seemed to be arguing as they assessed the ship’s repairs. Aloth stood and held his hand down for her.

“Come now. We have a home to fix.”

[baodurs]

kotor for the blorbo

ask game

blorbo (favorite character): bao-dur. my blorbo-dur

scrunkly (my baby): ok the classifications are already falling apart because to me baby and scrunkly overlap but are not the same. atton is my baby in a scrunkly way but t3 or remote would be my baby in the “cute” way suggested in the original post

scrimblo bimblo (underrated fave): mira! i feel like she’s an afterthought for a lot of people. also bao-dur is not underrated among this esteemed circle of kotor scholars on tumblr but every time i leave that orbit i remember he is

glup shitto (obscure fave): not that obscure but YUTHURA <3 and dustil. korriban gang

poor little meow meow (problematic fave): another definition issue. atton is certainly problematic but he’s also insanely popular so he doesn’t rly fit the “controversial” criteria from the original post. but could anyone say he is not the purest form of poor little meow meow? they could not. also malak maybe. also is atris controversial???

horse plinko (would torment for fun): g0-t0. not even out of malice i just think it would be fun

eeby deeby (would send to superhell): revan. the first hk-50 from peragus. again not out of malice, they are both legends to me but it’d be like a rite of passage for them

[kymal]

narshadda replied to your post:

scanlan being absolutely enchanted by pike from the very first second is a mood.

we are ALL OF US scanlan shorthalt.

[anoras]

oc fact swap: rumor has it that if you listen really hard in the dead of night when no one should be awake, you can hear riah singing songs from back home on csilla. she will absolutely deny it if asked tho.

fael has made grown men --- hardened soldiers --- cry out of frustration because of the bureaucratic hoops she’ll make them jump through just to access anything in the imperial archives

[reyskvwalker]

narshadda replied to your post: i just saw someone theorize that luke is going to...

leave my dad alone!! ������

my father didn’t save the entire galaxy to be disrespected like this !!!!

[doomedyuri]

GRAND ADMIRAL THRAWN in STEPS INTO SHADOW.

I will start my operations here and pull the rebels apart, piece by piece. They will be the architects of their own destruction.