ᴀʀᴛ ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏᴜʟ

𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝘽𝙀𝙎𝙏 — 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜.

[warsavant]

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@graysistance | @lionthought | @commandsir | puck etc., @honorhunt | @scoundrvls | @aniimvs | hackett etc.

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[MAIN] @yunharlaquin | @bornesorrow | @alderheir | @quietresistance | @warrued | @donutdollie | @coeursainte | — [LOW ACTIVITY] @ofpolitics | @ofblasters | @ofsquadrons | @oflightsabers | @creaturational |

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[001] welcome to warsavant, an independent writing blog for mitth'raw'nuruodo set in the star wars saga created by george lucas. this version is drawn from and interpreted through the lens of both canon and legends timelines with a heavy emphasis on his historical inspirations, headcanons, and written media.   despite the mixture of sources, this blog is both timeline compliant.

[002]  while my first love in star wars was the legends timeline, growing up with its expanded universe of books, i very much enjoy the new timeline and its characters. i have many quibbles with disney's choices, especially in its overall pacing for historical events and certain retcons of its own content, but overall, i've come to love it too. as such, while i welcome criticism of both timelines and/or the choice to only write in one of the two, i won't be likely to follow if you post consistently about your dislike for one or another. also, i never expect my fellow writers to have the same level of knowledge, either more or less. whether you're brand new to it all, been obsessed with it since birth, or anywhere in between, you've got just the right amount of knowledge for me. finally, due to my occupation, i'm pretty good at research and summing up information, so if you need a research assistant of sorts for anything, feel free to ask!

[003] this is a selective blog, which means i won't interact in-character with blogs i don't follow in return and may pick and choose what i actually write. i absolutely understand mistakes happen for the former, but if you'd like to message me about writing / like a starter or plotting call, please do so only if we are mutuals. when i'm active on a blog, i regularly check for new followers and go through their blogs, so messaging me asking if i'm interested will not make me more likely to follow you back. that being said, non-mutual roleplay blogs and personals are more than welcome to message me about characters and new content. i love making new friends! while i enjoy asks, i prefer threads and really love plotting out storylines, following through those plans, to mesh and grow both sides' muses. i focus on the above on this blog, but that isn't required to interact.

[004] i know at least a little about a wide range of fandoms and time periods, so i'm not only interested in writing within purely star wars verses. i love aus and usually find placing characters easy, so even if you don't see a verse for a fandom, just ask! if you've seen my other blogs, you'll know ocs are also near and dear to my heart, so they're very welcome here as well.

[005] activity here may be sporadic. i not only have other blogs, but i run my own business and help my family. i also have chronic health issues that complicate everything on top of that. these responsibilities may lead to unannounced hiatuses for short periods of time (typically no more than a month), but i'll always return. if you'd like to keep in regular contact and you're a mutual, feel free to ask for my discord. additionally, i often place in-character content into the queue, alternating it with text or image reblogs.

[006] when it comes to romantic shipping, i ship with chemistry. this means i may be selective with shipping, and am especially so here, but queries toward this are always welcome. i don't autoship, and i enjoy shipping canons and ocs. additionally, i find there's heavy fetishization of same sex relationships within the roleplaying community. i watch for this in those i follow and am far more selective with these ships. i also feel that a character's platonic relationships are just as or, sometimes, more important than their romantic ones. i don't need to ship to write and would far rather build detailed enemies and friends than a half-cooked romance.

[007] you can expect darker themes on this blog, especially those surrounding war and the general ones explored by star wars content.  i tag most common triggers, nsfw content, and those requested by my mutuals.  however, if you believe something would be a common theme on this blog beyond the common trigger tags, and it'll trigger you, please don't follow.  the trigger tag for this blogs is 'trigger tw'.  i personally don't have triggers.

[008]  this is a mun doesn't equal muse blog.  i don't care what allegiances or beliefs your muse may have.  unless i see clear and substantiated evidence of various bigoted beliefs out of character, i'll always assume you're a decent human being whether you write villains, heroes, or anything in between. even if we write people with good views and intentions, we still might not entirely agree with their choices, and it wouldn't be fair to assume that either.  please extend me the same courtesy.

[009]  on this note, i'm almost entirely anti-callout.  i've been on this site for several years and over time, i've witnessed a slow degradation of what is considered a valid callout.  often, they have little to no substantiated evidence and\or result from twisted evidence in the aftermath of a fallout between friends or a misunderstanding.  unless i see substantiated evidence of criminal behavior, i won't reblog them nor do i really want to see them in general. that being said, if someone i follow has personally hurt you, please come and talk to me about it in ims.  i don't tolerate bullies.

[010]  i also don't practice mains or exclusives. like anyone, i have favorites and certainly, those people often are like unofficial mains, but i've been and seen too many hurt by this. we're all so unique in how we write that no two portrayals are the same. if you find people you want to be mains and exclusives with, i wish you all the best of times however!

[011]  i've created all graphics, psds, headcanons, and icons unless stated otherwise in the post, it's reblogged, or it's listed below. please don't steal, and i'm usually happy to share if asked!

[012]   at long last, hi, hej, hello, i'm kitty, and thank you for reading this rule page! i'm a twenty-five plus woman currently living in the central time zone of the united states, but i grew up around the world.  i'm a historian, both traditional and fashion, as an academic, but i also am a seamstress/designer/tailor.  you might catch a glimpse of my history adventures in mun posts and rants about the subject in ooc ones from time to time.  it's a pleasure to meet you, and i hope you're having a wonderful day. finally, if you or anyone else you know on this site are having a bad day, know at any time you can send in 'positivity please' anon or not (just make sure to include the url), i'll pull together some kind words to try to brighten that day.

[warsavant]

when you're so stressed out about certain things, you're actually considering making a commission/resources blog...

[warsavant]

things that amuse me: imagining a crew member on th.rawn's ship doing what i'm doing and seeing the ????????? on his face.

because almost nothing i do makes sense there. right now, i'm designing a 1920s party dress for a new years eve dance from fabrics in my stash (including an 18th century wool petticoat i'm going to reuse for the main fabric), so there's a lot of design limitations.

lbh, seeing someone sketching out fashion designs from like 100 years ago in style... his face would be priceless.

[sanflawoah]

For my first post here.

Imperial High Command having some civil discussion. Starring Thrawn, Yularen, Vader, Palpatine, Krennic, and Tarkin.

[warsavant]

*narrows eyes at my graphics here*

[pohlepen]

❝ and 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 the daughter but 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 the family. what is a home if not the first place you learn to 𝗿𝘂𝗻 from? ❞

[vi0letnce]

ㅤㅤ ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ * 𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔱 𝔰𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔩, ꜰᴀɪᴛʜꜰᴜʟʟʏ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱᴄʀɪʙᴇᴅ ʙʏ 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲.

[warsavant]

okay, now that i got making @vi0letnce 's blog out of my system, i shall proceed to do my drafts here. XD

[vi0letnce]

ㅤㅤ ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ * 𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔱 𝔰𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔩, ꜰᴀɪᴛʜꜰᴜʟʟʏ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱᴄʀɪʙᴇᴅ ʙʏ 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲.

[warsavant]

i apologize for the utter hold this has clutched me with but y'all are NOT prepared.

[elivanto]

Your TIE Defender program is at risk. Orson Krennic has been quite persuasive about diverting the funding to his own project, Stardust.

for @skywalkerthrawn 💙

[mayxthexforce-moved]

Nuru wasn't proud to admit he'd frozen when the troopers approached and started questioning him. How could he not? No matter how much time passed, nor how hard he'd been trying to stay out of trouble, he was still an enemy of the Empire just by virtue of existing. A Jedi. A traitor of the no-longer-existent Republic. Thankfully for him, and nevermind that they were stopped because Gizman insisted on taking that route, claiming it was a 'shortcut', Big Gizz always had his back. He was quick to clasp a hand on Nuru's shoulder and say that they had to forgive his blue friend, for he didn't speak a word of basic.

But that didn't help him for long, because he must have done something awful in another life and so the force made him pay for it in this one in the form of them having a Chiss on board. What were the chances?

He was an adult now, he should have a more dignified reaction than he did the first time he met another Chiss, right? WRONG. Nuru stared, eyes widening because the only Chiss he'd ever been face to face with had been Vereen when he was just a teenager, and his own reflection through the years. This was the first time he stood in front of another male Chiss, and one who looked so different from him at that. While they were clearly the same species, their stances, the way they wore their hair, even the way they carried themselves was different.

Mitth'raw'nuruodo —Nuru wasn't even going to risk butchering that name the way he'd once done with Vereen's— had quite a presence, he seized people's attention as soon as he stepped into view– or, at least, he seized Nuru's. He spoke the language of their people, that much Nuru could tell. The problem was, he didn't speak it. He could pick up on some things, like that the man was introducing himself, that he was asking a question that Nuru ASSUMED was 'what's your name?', and that he was a high ranking officer– but that was because of the uniform, not because he understood anything.

"Kung'urama'nuruodo." even when saying his birth name —the name that had never quite felt like it belonged to him—, even when he didn't even risk it with a sentence, his pronunciation of Cheunh. "Nuru." his name was followed by a slight reverence before he remembered Chiss don't bow. So much for pretending to be a proper Chiss. Knowing better than to try to enforce a weak lie, he shifted to Huttesse. "I don't speak- uh..." was there a word for 'Chiss' in Huttesse? Now that he thought about it, the few times he'd found himself in front of Jabba, he'd only called him something related to his appearance: red eyes, blue. Never by the name of his kind. So, he ended up spelling it. "I don't speak C-H-I-S-S, sir. I'm sorry."

[warsavant]

                    from the moment the younger man’s name left his lips, the commander knew with a deep certainty what would swiftly follow, a ripple of revelation flashing across his features.   there had not been any particular slip of the tongue, nor the obvious shock at his appearance, but rather a hesitance which spoke of a deep discomfort with speech.   nuru, as he desired to be known, could not speak cheunh.   this was no act, though now, thrawn considered the possibility of deception in the lack of understanding of galactic basic.   regardless, he looked upon the other in a rather new light.   most intriguing.  

                    thrawn met the young man’s bow with an incline of his head, hands still clasped loosely at his spine.   what course of events might lead to a young chiss drifting about the galaxy alone, set loose too early to even remember his mother tongue?   a strange and unusual course, certainly.   only a few could muster, all likely to remain documented in some form… if he still remained in connection with the archives on csilla.   and without further cause, he could not merit requesting a search from ar’alani.   perhaps time would present reasons.

                    lips pressed together for a moment in a dismissive gesture.     ❝  i speak huttese so it is no matter.  ❞     there was no dishonor in not knowing a language one could have never learned… however, knowing nothing of basic remained doubtful.   something about his behavior spoke to potentially meeting others of their kind, rare but possible, yet, perhaps far less happily than even this.   but that hardly prevented the questioning from continuing, though the inclination to pry more into what brought the man to this point remained below his will.     ❝  as the troopers asked previously, do you know the location of your hidden cargo?  ❞

[warsavant]

sooooooo i'm doing things in between drafts but uh.........

iykyk.

[warsavant]

hiiiii, i'm here for now!

[rebel-ahsoka]

REBELS APPRECIATION WEEK - DAY 5 - FAVORITE ANTAGONIST I will start my operations here, and pull the rebels apart piece by piece. They will be the architects of their own destruction.

[alootus-a-deactivated20240113]

no need to apologize. words almost escaped from tinted lips, barely getting caught by a thought; it could easily seem like she'd be belittling his need to express himself, therefore making it appear as though she didn't care much about the emotions he'd might've harbored during 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 that'd led them in this overall situation in the first place. words lost in translation, possibly, so instead she simply shook her head faintly, a polite hint of a smile tugging at her lips with grace, indicating it was alright.

❝ not your fault. ❞ a softened truth seemed much more gentle than anything else she would've been able to offer in the moment. she observed him with both curiosity and caution, and soon folded her hands neatly to her front. unintentionally, perhaps padmé exhaled soundly through her nose and let her mind run a loop through the events of the past twenty-four hours. surely things could have gone much smoother, but at least they were still alive and healing — as her musings neared the latter statement, her gaze shifted to study the person not too far from her. merely a stranger, yes, but it didn't lessen the sense of worry pumping through her veins 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 of who had bled. could this have been avoided ? it'd remain a mystery.

❝ that is correct ❞, she offered, a crease forming between her brows. ❝ your injury. is there anything i could do to ease your discomfort ? ❞ doing something, 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 in fact, would be better than simply sitting idly and waiting until they'd land on safer regions.

[warsavant]

                    an inquisitive glance slipped toward the human woman, lips shifting between pressed thin and pursed and once more again narrowed.   correct she might be, in the most legal sense, but there was some measure of doubt dwelling deep within his soul.   he had held misgivings, both of accompanying the jedi and of skywalker’s actions on the planet, yet he hardly stopped the man, merely cautioned.   not to which she spoke in the least, but it was a far better alternative for his thoughts than her declaring her striding in on his tending his wounds to not be his fault.   an fascinating choice, worthy of the aristocra… of which, he had gathered, she was one of the republic’s of a sort.

                    the gleam of the medical corner would rival that of a chiss ship, every element neat, a blue-toned white which would display the slightest smudge, as presented by the marks his clothing made upon the side of the cabinet.   a useful material, a very visual representation of contamination, vital to control in such a space.   glowing eyes rose from his inspection of the surface to the senator, head angling slightly.     ❝  no, i must bandage it and wait.  ❞     as much as he recognized within the drawers, he equally so could not puzzle out the rest, but gauze had proven intriguingly difficult to find.   presumably, she wished to offer him some sort of pain medication, but that would be unwise for him to consume.

                    ❝  you have known him a long time?  ❞     he despised his lack of vocabulary, how stunted it must be, but better he distracted her from his state, fingers pressing the end of the bandage against his shoulder.

[coconut-orc]

One of the good bad guys from Star Wars… Grand Admiral Thrawn (thank gods that the Rebels made him Canon again).