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harrowerrrr · 7 months
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Commission for @/TotallyInconsp7 from tw0tter!!
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imperial-topaz2003 · 1 year
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The Age of the Eternal Alliance
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burn-for-me-baby · 2 years
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pov: you just crashed a shuttle, it’s the fifth you destroy of the month.
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your girlfriend advisor isn’t thrilled about it.
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maironarts · 1 year
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my sith marauder from swtor
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ay yo guess who doing art out in public again uwu
It Me!!
Featuring two Sith who couldn't give less of a shit about looking Sithy out on a coffee run jfkdlsa (Ven belonging to @mercurypilgrim )
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Linktree <- Patreon, Ko-Fi, Commission Forms, Artstation, etc in this link
(commissions are open!! I'm back in the saddle!!)
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villainship · 1 year
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If you’re GONNA get arrested for treason, it’s good to know the right people (w/ connections to even more influential people). . .
(Staying up late after raid night bringing out Thoughts of Liio & his fellow sith marauder frend, @ghostace’s Seraad~)
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Symmetry portraits of my three swtor bitches. Happy that I was able to bust these heauxs out cus I’ve been unable to draw for a while.
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the-moon-says-hi · 11 months
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rosekiller star wars au except it’s a strangers to lovers to ENEMIES where barty kinda takes up the role of anakin and evan of padmé so they meet and fall in love but barty turns to the dark side thinking evan died except evan did not die and is the leader of the resistance who fucking hates barty so much because of what he did and the ANGST POTENTIAL IN THIS ONE IS JUST SO-
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zhakyria · 10 months
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Starting to really get into a groove with these lightsaber drawings. This one is for my character Zhaena.
Edit: I decided I liked the cropped version better.
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nataliabdraws · 2 years
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my swotor marauder Veskilion. he’s a little bit of a menace 😌
[click for better quality]
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tython · 8 months
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After watching Ahsoka I now want a togruta Jedi knight in swtor.
Maybe one day I’ll pick a main and stick. To. It.
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paramounticebound · 1 year
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Meme spam call. Multis please specify muse. New followers welcome, etc etc.
Hoping to be on here again in the next couple of days to write.
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imperial-topaz2003 · 1 year
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Breaking News: Two Boyfriends crash Royal Address
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Also, decided to show of Bren's new look. Because i was kinda tired of his vanilla Anakin-ass hair. So, now he's got the slick Tyr ponytail, as well as the scar Kira has (which I like to call 'The Kira Cut™').
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burn-for-me-baby · 2 years
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I won’t let them take you from me
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enbysiriusblack · 2 years
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james and sirius would be absolutely devasted, like full on sobbing, that the sith (the bad guys) lightsabers are red
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villainship · 2 years
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Time for: “this-never-happened but it COULD have” AU content from a spree I went on a while ago. . .
~Starring~ Liio & Zahied, from the perspective of Kallir
Based on: “I would love to see my pathetic (affectionate) & morally flawed but Mostly well-intentioned men hanging out with each other”
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“Give him some space. You can lower your rifle, Agent.” 
Coming from a Sith—more than capable of killing without a weapon—the tone didn’t sound particularly merciful to Kallir. The agent obeyed without pause.
He had been standing his ground against a taller man, with a smaller gun. A human. Brow thick and furrowed, short beard sparse at gaunt cheeks, and a ponytail of long, dark hair sharply marked by white strands, which made his scarred face look twice as old as it may have in more compassionate lighting.
The private side room of this Dromund Kaas cantina had a cold, dramatic ambiance: weak, colorless lights low along the walls cast the features of all three of them in shadows like silhouettes, dark-edged and desaturated.
The luminous base of a large holo-projector in the table at the man’s back outlined him in an ethereal blue, making some details clearer and others more difficult to read. There was a pock-marked, uneven texture to the skin on the right side of his face and neck, a long-healed but vicious-looking mark of another old wound pulled together in a jagged shape across the left of his forehead, and dark circles under his unflinching, dark eyes.
Kallir’s eyes were trained to gather all available information, and they adapted easily to environments darker than this.
He observed the subtle displeasure hinted at by a tighter frown. The way the stranger’s glance abandoned him for just an instant once he’d left himself open to be fired upon—no longer poised to return the favour—with his own two-handed blaster rifle aimed toward the ground.
The agent held this stance in silence, less troubled by the mundane barrel of a pistol than the approaching Sith’s vermillion eyes. The color was vivid in an uncanny degree, with a waver of orange like a heat-aura at the edges.
Circling the table, watching the human and ignoring Kallir for the time being: a young pureblooded red sith, his handsome face pierced with gold down the ridges of either side. Not much older than the agent himself, potentially.
He moved with confidence, but had chosen less ostentatious clothing than what some Sith Lords used to signal their self-importance. A front-fastening shirt with starched lapels and half-rolled sleeves would be appropriate for anyone in this setting—though Kallir did have the fashion-fluency to recognize a kind of simplicity that wasn’t based on a limited budget. At least one of the rings on those sharp-nailed red fingers looked like something a museum would display in a place of prestige on a bed of velvet; a specimen of exceptional skill from artisans of a fabled, glorious past, when every noble family had been so visibly been a product of the ‘true’ sith lineage.
At the stranger’s waist, a pair of twin lightsabers hung clipped to the left and right of his belt. Both were wear-marked, with the appearance of being well-maintained.
This wasn’t a warrior only of words and subterfuge. If he were, Kallir reasoned that he would be more likely to recognize him. He didn’t. 
Though it was easy to judge by the few words the Sith had spoken that he didn’t have the accent of Kaas City—possibly not even the broader region of the Dromund sector. When it came to noteworthy individuals outside of his local sphere, Kallir usually had a chance to consult their file in the archives ahead of time.
The human was decidedly not local, which had been a point of relevance: he wasn’t Imperial at all.
That fact was something Kallir had been made aware of before a face-to-face meeting, when he’d been directed to locate this potential spy. He couldn’t guess what information an unknown Sith might have about the situation. The range of potential scenarios was as broad as it was unnerving. 
But he’d marked Kallir for an operative of Intelligence, and the hierarchy of their relative stations was clear: whatever a Sith Lord wanted with an infiltrator at the heart of the Empire still took priority over his own assignment.
“You’re from the Republic,” the Sith confronted the foreigner with confident interest, confirming one piece of shared knowledge.
The focus of both their attention, resigned to admit that much, answered without so much as wavering his aim or turning his eyes again: “Yes. Who’s asking?”
Being still pointedly targeted by the human’s stare (as much as his blaster) the zabrak agent felt this question equally addressed to him as to his superior. He said nothing. Nor did he break eye contact, keeping his back toward the door, standing as neutral as a soldier at his station.
Kallir assumed the Sith wouldn’t have any concerns about someone making a run for the exit when it’d be so easy to stop them with one gesture and a thought. Blocking the way might have a psychological impact on the human, though—if he can be immediately persuaded they’ve trapped him here, he might stay engaged in the confrontation without wasting time.
The Sith, in fact, acted unconcerned with any aspect of the scenario outside of the conversation he had initiated. He did cross his arms at his chest in a casual, habitual gesture of challenge—as if to warn the tall, dark stranger against escalating aggression. It should be easy to see who among them would be the clear winner if it came to violence. 
Kallir didn’t envy the position the human was in. But then: the immediate disadvantage would be his, as the most likely to be shot first.
No one held a blaster in quite the way this man did unless they were well-versed in firing one. As one professional evaluating another, Kallir was confident they were dealing with someone who had experience—and had used the skill to deadly effect, often enough.
Not one to be distracted entirely with contemplating his potential imminent death, Kallir took his observations while continuing to take in the words of the exchange. . .
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