#Rezhek Iaseed

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I saw this and had to do it aesjgskgr

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It's our girls, @doctortentacles!! Ahhhhh!!

This looks lovely, thank you so much!!

Rezhek and Tivvea, comm for @keirangoldenwatch

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I finally--FINALLY--got in some more writing on my big fic, so I felt like sharing it now instead of waiting til Wednesday. This is from the latest chapter of Surprisingly Good Judge of Character. Onward!

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“What about ‘Big Bertha’? A little common, but it fits her doesn’t it?”

Corso didn’t look up from the workbench as he carefully tightened the bolts on the external plating of Rezhek’s hand cannon. Performing weapons maintenance was an obvious use of their travel time, and while Rezhek knew how to calibrate hers well enough, she had wanted a more experienced hand to help her install the upgrades and replacement parts that he’d recommended. It didn’t hurt that Corso’s face had lit up like a child on Life Day when she’d asked for his help--although she had still told him no on cutting the barrels down.

Of course, somewhere along the way of fixing up her weapon, the subject of naming it came up again. It gave them something to talk about outside of the mechanical stuff.

“Mm, I wouldn’t want to give it a person’s name.” Rezhek said as she leaned against the wall next to the workbench. “I knew people who would name their ships or heavy artillery after friends or family back home. It never sat right with me.”

“Fair enough,” Corso chuckled and set down the hydrospanner, and plucked a set of new cryonic circuits from beside it, “What about something with a military flair? General Groundquake, or something.”

Rezhek pursed her lips together in thought. “I don’t...not like it. Mm. If it was your cannon, what would you name it?”

Corso paused with the old circuits in one hand and their replacements in the other. He looked over her blaster cannon with a few quick head tilts that made his dreadlocks bounce in their binding--it reminded her of a pup acting confused and their large ears flopping about--before he snapped his fingers, then pointed at Rezhek with a wide grin.

“Cometfall.” He said the word so confidently that Rezhek felt a smile twitch at the corners of her lips. “I’d name her Cometfall, because that’s what it looks like when you use those quick-fire burst rounds: falling comets! ‘Course if I was in the military,” a bit of sheepishness crept into his features, and he fidgeted with the depleted circuits as he continued, “I’d probably go with Captain Comet, or something not so, uh, whimsical? I don’t know...”

Rezhek cut him off with a shake of her head, and pushed off the wall to stand next to the bench. She smiled a smaller smile than Corso’s back at him--but she doubted she could mimic his level of enthusiasm anyway. “I think Cometfall is perfect. Short, sweet, and meaningful.” She placed a hand on the mouth of the cannon fondly. “Thank you, Corso.”

Rezhek didn’t think his smile could get brighter, but it was competing with a few star systems now. “Any time, ma’am.”

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Fuck yeah, finished this thing.  

The main quartet for my fic, Surprisingly Good Judge of Character.  Answering all the important questions like “how the hell do a smuggler and trooper work together without chaos ensuing” (they don’t, it does, and they roll with it) and “how many nicknames can one come up with for Aric before he finally shoots them” (they’re still on Coruscant so there’s plenty of time...).  

I’m having way too much fun with poses and colors lately.

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Boring long day at work, so have a meme for mine and @doctortentacles' SWTOR toons. (The yellow dots are mine the green theirs.) Because why not.

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I had so, so much more art this year than I did in 2020, so it was harder for me to pick the ones I wanted to put here--but I think I'm happy with all of them. All but one of these are on tumblr (that being the November one) so here are their links!

January/February: Veronica Berry March: First Sketch of Rezhek and Tivvea April: Tenku'lohi Origin Comic May: Surprisingly Good Judge of Character (Sorta Title Art) June: Tenku'lohi and Vaylin Comic July: Crossover Nonsense August: Seren Witt Post-Timeskip September August II (I didn't do anything in September, so I just filled the spot with this cause fuck it): Seren Wedding Gown October: Star Wars OC Week - Day Six: Life November: Seren's Birthday Art (I'll upload it here eventually xD;;) December: Exalted Secret Santa - Grave Goods Gardner Some of their upload dates are in the wrong month, but I went by when I finished them, not uploaded them. xD;; Happy New Year to everyone! If you want to do this, too, you can find the blank (not made by me) on deviantArt here!

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Hahahahahah oh no. Okay. Let's go.

Tenku'lohi ~ 5/10 Tenku doesn't act like a physical person off the bat, but once she's opened up to somebody she's surprisingly fine with it. She's happy to throw an arm around a friend when out drinking, or to hold and comfort somebody sad. That being said she was trained in ways to disarm, disable, or kill people at close or intimate range; so not all of her easy physical touches are out of good will. People just have to assume (or hope) that she likes them too much to take advantage of that situation. Which can be hard when she doesn't completely trust herself.

Seran / Nox ~ 9/10 Oh, Seran is a monster for cuddles. The little demon loves to lean on or cling to or randomly snuggle up with whoever she's around, friend or not. She was heavily touch starved as a child, and what she did experience was far from pleasant--and yet she still seeks out as much closeness as she can. Her usual cuddle-cuddle victims are Theron and Andronikos, but Talos, Ashara, Vette, Jaesa, and even Xisath are also quick to get snuggled when the chance presents itself.

Rezhek Iaseed ~ 2/10 or 6/10 While she's used to more casual affectionate touches, Rezhek is bad at the soft sorts of physical contact and tends to squirm out of hugs. If she doesn't really, really like somebody then they are literally kept at arm's length. And even those she does like can only get a good cuddle from her if she's sad, trying to comfort them, or has drank too much hard cider. Tivvea barrels through those defenses (much to Rezhek's annoyance) so she ends up getting the most cuddles Rez can "willingly" offer, but she has given a couple of hugs to Corso. But he's like a brother to her, so he gets a pass. With that said, Rezhek is much more snuggly in private with one very special cat man--but only in private!

Miyti ~ 1/10 Hahahahahahahahahahah. No. No. Miyti is down for plenty of physical things with other people, but cuddling is not one of them. That's way too vulnerable. Nope.

Myrus & Xilvah Lor ~ 7/10 I'm putting these two in the same spot 'cause they're the same, and 'cause they're sisters. Xilvah is super comfortable with hugging and cuddling her friends and crewmates (sans Skadge, who doesn't want any) and does so pretty regularly--it even earns some purring, if she's in a good enough mood. Myrus, meanwhile, sees cuddling as an excellent form of bonding and stress relief. Being close to others is a good thing, and showing your trust for somebody with a cuddle is perfectly acceptable. However she's not as likely to purr--she's more reserved than Xilvah in that regard.

Tagging anyone who wants to do this, as well as @cinlat and@actualanxiousswampwitch! Have at it!

I took the SWTOR OC Hugging Challenge…

Rules: For each of your OCs, rate how cuddle-able they are on a scale of 1-10.  (I have too many, so i’ll choose the most defined.)

Tagged by @meatbag-status​ ! Thank you so much!

Corellan Halcyon - Jedi Knight 2/10 -> 7/10

This one is a bit tricky, since i actually have a huge history laid out for him over the course of the game. At the beginning of the Jedi Knight story, Corellan is definitely a 2, at best. He’s a young, devoted Jedi, and the idea of offering comfort to someone through the act of embracing them was probably foreign to him at that point. He probably hasn’t been hugged (or hugged someone else) since he was a small child; them’s the breaks of being raised by the Order. His experience with Ranna Tao'ven didn’t help, either. By the end of Chapter 1, he is definitely comfortable hugging Kira and T7. (He kind of wishes he could hug Orgus, though he died before that was possible.) Rusk and Scourge aren’t really huggers, and Doc would probably read it wrong. (cough) But by the end of the JK story, he definitely has a short list of people with whom he would be comfortable exchanging a hug, including Leeha Narezz and even Bengel Morr. The KOTFE and KOTET were complicated for him. He became somewhat emotionally withdrawn, largely because Valkorian was lurking in his head, and then later he went through the traumatic experience of the old bastard dying in his head. After that, he felt Kira’s absence keenly, so much so that T7 was basically acting as an emotional support droid. It was only when Kira came back and he started to heal that he realized he was being a jerk and just how much these people (Lana, Theron, Senya, Arcann, Vette, Rusk, etc.) cared about him. After that, he really starts to open up, and he became much more comfortable with displays of physical affection. He’s not great at it; for one think, he’s got washboard abs and one percent body fat, so hugging him is like hugging a brick wall, but the people in his life appreciate it.    

Nasashdia - Imperial Agent 6/10

As part of her training for Imperial Intelligence, Nasashdia was trained to regard physical touching (including “hugging”) as a tool of manipulation. (Ozi is her long-lost brother. They both have childhood issues.) The same is true of flirting. Eventually, during Chapter 2 of the Agent story, she found comfort in Vector’s arms. That gave her the confidence to late give Raina a hug when she was dealing with her father. 

Illaynah Antilles - Trooper 4/10

Illaynah has issues. Her mother died when she was young. Her father was doting one minute and cold the next, as the result of alcoholism. As a result, she’s not much of a hugger. Eventually, she grows comfortable like that with Jorgen and Elara, and when she found Yuun in KOTFE, she unexpectedly hugged him since he was the first of her crew to return. (Since Yuun is even more socially awkward than Illaynah, it was quite a shock.) She started a relationship with Theron, though both have their awkward moments. Post KOTFE, in a private moment, she might exchange a hug with Lana.

Nosrol - Sith Warrior 0/10

Nope, nope, nope. Do not want. Hugging is something that happens incidentally with one’s lover during a kiss or love-play. It does not exist otherwise. Vette tried hugging him once. Nosrol is a terrible monster, but he’s relatively nice to her. It was awkward. Really awkward. He cringed up and then said “Let us never do that again.”

Bas'riish - Smuggler 9/10

Bas'riish LOOOOOVES hugging people, either for sincere reasons or less so reasons. As a child, she learned to pick someone’s pocket with a hug. As an adult, she understands how much a hug can influence some people. (She actually once hugged Corellan, as they are part of the same legacy; it was awkward and made him blush, which just made her chuckle.) With her crew, she’s hugged everyone at least once, though she was wise enough to wait until Akaavi really felt comfortable. Hugging Bowdarr is a delight, hugging Corso makes him flustered, and she is practically sisters with Risha. Guss, however, needs a hug more than anyone, and she obliges.

Ozibaumnu - Sith Inquisitor 1/10

Ozi… has issues with physical contact. This comes from his experience as a slave growing up, and various abuses that he suffered. This really screwed him up empotionally. It wasn’t until he met Ashara and eventually let her into his heart that he found someone he could really be comfortable with that way. He still has issues with touch, but he’s doing better since then.

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1,3,7,10 for whoever is the oldest

Oldest...that would be Rezhek, who by Onslaught is 42 years old. I should preface that she can't cook for shit and pretty much lives off of field rations. Trooper Problems™.

1. their favorite food

field rations She likes sweet and savory pastries. Alderaanian meat pies--the kind made with Fickleberries--are the only food she can be (occasionally) bribed with.

3. a food they’re allergic to, if any

Orobird--both the meat and their eggs. It's not a life-threatening allergy.

7. their favorite alcoholic drink, if any

Rezhek likes the sort of fruit-flavored drinks where you can barely taste the alcohol (which does tend to get her drunker than she means to). Her favorites are Cassandra Choholl and Circuit Cider.

10. any specific dietary restrictions, like veganism or fasting

No strict restrictions, but she has to keep in shape for the army. High protein, high vitamin content, and low trans-fats are a must. Most of the time that's pre-made military meals. She'll only make exceptions when there's downtime, and even then she won't get anything too sugary or fatty--weakness for meat pies notwithstanding.

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WIP Wednesday

It's that time of week again! When I put a chunk of a chapter here to keep my brain focused on my fics instead of whatever-the-fuck-else I've got on it. Whee.

Onward!

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“We were gone for thirty minutes,” Rezhek said wearily, speaking up so her voice carried down the hall. The taller of the two silhouettes hesitated by a couple of steps. “I’m going to assume that wasn’t enough time to get into more trouble, but please, feel free to prove me wrong.”

“No trouble here, General Grumpy! It was just some harmless shopping!” Tivvea cheerfully replied. She didn’t break her stride until she was in detailed range of Rezhek’s sight, or more accurately close enough to go in for another arm-around-the-shoulder lean. Rezhek dodged.

Tivvea snorted and used the missed momentum to turn on her heel, facing the pair of soldiers with a big smile. “Clothes shopping, specifically! I don’t know about some of you, but some of us like to wear stuff that isn’t several tons of metal,” she met the glower Aric gave her with absolute shamelessness, “Not that you don’t rock it! Corso, get over where Rez can actually see you. I need to show you off.”

Corso was already darker around the cheeks when he, too, stepped into Rezhek’s field of vision. That wasn’t the only deviation from his standard appearance, though--then again, his blush was becoming more common on his face than not, thanks to somebody. The heavy Mantellian armor he’d sported since they’d met had been replaced with a set that was a bit more form fitting than the former’s blocky, simple design, and atop it was a long, leather duster with that accentuated his shoulders and arms. It certainly looked more fashionable, but Rezhek wasn’t much of a judge on that aspect of clothing. Rather, she had to wonder how practical a coat that long might really be in a firefight, or if some of the leather straps on the chestpiece and legs were actually doing anything functional or if they were just there to make it look “pretty”. Tivvea extended her arms towards him and did a little jazz-hands gesture.

“Ta-daah! Living proof that everyone looks better in leather.” She sounded so proud of herself. Corso raised his hand to rub at the back of his neck. Tivvea either missed or ignored his embarrassment, because when nobody gave her the immediate response she wanted, she pouted and closed the distance between herself and Corso and started pulling and preening at the coat. “Pssh. All of you wouldn’t know fashion if it shot you in the ‘cargo hold’.”

“The coat doesn’t look very practical,” Aric said what Rezhek was thinking, and about as bluntly.

Tivvea let out a huff of hot air. “It’s armored! And it’s got a lot of compartments for holding extra weapons or medikits or kark like that. Besides,” she reached up and adjusted the heavy collar around Corso’s neck, which put her fingers right near his jaw. Rezhek kept the twitch of her lips still when his face grew darker from that. “My first mate has to look the part, you know? Mercenary armor just isn’t going to cut it when you’re flying on a ship as classy as mine. You’ve gotta look the part! And that part has to be as hot as me. So it’s a high bar. But he pulls it off!”

Corso mumbled something that Rezhek thought might have been “You think I’m...?”, before he trailed off. He was grinning like a fool behind the coat’s collar.

Rezhek sighed and placed her hands on her hips. “Alright, yes, fine, it looks good on him. I’m sure it’s very color coordinated as well.” Tivvea’s grin came back and she nodded. Corso just took the compliment with a weak chuckle. “But we have work to do. One of Tavus’ team was spotted on Taris.”

“Taris?” Tivvea’s grin weakened. “Oh, great. I’ve always wanted to visit a planet completely destroyed by orbital bombardment. So many smuggling opportunities there.” The sarcasm was strong with that line.

“It’s not about your smuggling,” Aric gave a sharp shake of his head, “We got permission to make your ship Havoc Squad’s official charter. So you’re going to go where we need you to, when we need you to. Understood?”

“That comes with pay, right? Because Risha’s plan was kind of lacking in the ‘steady income until the big pay-off’ department, but I could find other ways.”

“Captain...” Corso started, somewhere between a warning and imploring her not to poke the Cathar.

“The Republic will compensate you, if you keep your end of the deal.” Rezhek interjected, before Tivvea could get the rise out of Aric that she was digging for. Tivvea stuck her tongue out at her, but Corso mouthed a word of thanks over her head. Aric’s scowl lessened slightly. “They’ll also provide us with requisitions. Food, ammunition, medical supplies, etcetera. So you get paid, and you get free supplies.”

Tivvea drew back her tongue and cupped her pointy chin in her hand, acting contemplative. “I do like ‘free’ stuff.”

“You’d also get to shoot Imps, assuming you still like to do that.” Aric added, entirely deadpan. Rezhek failed to catch the small snort that triggered.

“I would have done that anyway, but--!” Tivvea stuck the hand holding her chin out towards them, her thumb up and her smile back to it’s full beam. “Let’s karking go! And you guys remember that I already agreed to this, like, earlier today, right? My memory’s not that bad.”

“You could have changed your mind,” Corso said with a slight grin, “Or grown some sympathy for the Empire in the last half hour.”

Tivvea grimaced back at him. “I’d ask you to shoot me if that ever happened. But, like, in the knee or something. Even if I went crazy I’d want to still look good.”

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SWTOR Headcanon Prompt: What is your OC’s guiltiest ‘story’ moment?

I saw @swtorpadawan create this and thought "Yes, this is a good question for an Imperial Agent and a Trooper, nothing bad can come of this".

Oh boy.

What is your OC’s guiltiest moment from the class stories?

For Tenku'lohi, this is really a "Do you want the short list, or the long" sort of question. But the one decision that still haunts her was at the end of Chapter Two, when she had Ardun Kothe's team cornered in that factory on Quesh...

Tenku'lohi was terrified all through Chapter Two that she was going to stay under the mental conditioning that Imperial Intelligence had put her under. At first she was furious at Kothe for using it, thinking he'd done something to her, but upon learning it was Keeper (then Minister) who had put that codeword into her brain...it severely screwed up her faith in the Empire. When she reached Quest she was floating in a space of not being sure if she wanted to stay a part of the Empire at all anymore. When her conditioning was finally broken, though, the only people around for her to get revenge on for using said conditioning were Kothe and his crew.

She didn't kill all of them. She'd spared Chance on Hoth, and when she had a shot at Wheel and Saber she chose not to take it. But when she reached Ardun Kothe she didn't make the same decision. She engaged him in a fight, managed to beat him, and when she had him on the ropes she had three choices: capture him, kill him, or...join him, for real this time. To actually be a double-agent on the Empire for the Republic.

She was already unbalanced, already doubting the Empire and now desperately wanting to fight off the leash of Imperial Intelligence. This was a chance to get back at them for the conditioning.

But she didn't take it. She was still too angry at Ardun Kothe for using the mental conditioning, even if he hadn't been the one to plant it in her in the first place. She decided to bring him in instead. Ardun Kothe tried to flee, got locked in a room full of automatic turrets, and died.

Tenku'lohi thinks back on that choice a lot--especially throughout the her time leading the Alliance--and knows she fucked up. She had a chance to actually break from the Empire and do something good, and she didn't because she was blinded by anger.

In a way, she acted at her most Imperial then and there, choosing anger over all else.

Not her wisest choice. And as for Rezhek...well...three hundred lives against one.

While she doesn't regret it, she'll always feel guilty for it.

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WIP Wednesday

Dear gods I actually did a little writing this week. Not a lot, but it's something! Come back to me muse I miss you I'll treat you better baby--

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“What about ‘Big Bertha’? A little common, but it fits her doesn’t it?”

Corso didn’t look up from the workbench as he carefully tightened the bolts on the external plating of Rezhek’s hand cannon. Performing weapons maintenance was an obvious use of their travel time, and while Rezhek knew how to calibrate hers well enough, she had wanted a more experienced hand to help her install the upgrades and replacement parts that they’d been requisitioned. It didn’t hurt that Corso’s face had lit up like a child on Life Day when she’d asked for his help--although she had still told him no on cutting the barrels down.

Of course, somewhere along the way of fixing up her weapon, the subject of naming it came up again. It gave them something to talk about outside of the mechanical stuff.

“Mm, I wouldn’t want to give it a person’s name.” Rezhek said as she leaned against the wall next to the workbench. “I knew people who would name their ships or heavy artillery after friends or family back home. It never sat right with me.”

“Fair enough,” Corso chuckled and set down the hydrospanner, and plucked a set of new cryonic circuits from beside it, “What about something with a military flair? General Groundquake, or something.”

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I got tagged by @swtorpadawan, so here we go! I'm not counting single-word sentences as full sentences for the sake of my sanity.

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“Your...attire is a little lacking, don’t you think?”

“Huh? Oh!” Tivvea glanced down at herself, and didn’t look the least bit sheepish when she shrugged. “Look. My ship, my dress code, and I say that shoes, socks, and pants are optional while in hyperspace. So feel free to take that into your own wardrobe considerations~”

“Pass.” Aric upgraded to burying his face in his palm.

“You’re going to kill Corso.” Rezhek stated, sighing.

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I’m still working on this piece but this does sum up my trooper in a nutshell.

Constant Exhaustion, thy name is Sergeant Lieutenant Captain Rezhek Iaseed.

(drawn in casual clothes cause frak me I’m not into drawing full trooper armor)

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Chapters: 13/? Fandom: Star Wars Legends: The Old Republic (Video Game), Star Wars: The Old Republic Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aric Jorgan/Female Republic Trooper, Corso Riggs/Female Smuggler, Female Smuggler/Every [Flirt] Option Avaiable, Darmas Pollaran/Female Smuggler, Ava Jaxo/Female Smuggler, Female Republic Trooper & Female Smuggler Characters: Female Republic Trooper, Female Smuggler (Star Wars), Aric Jorgan, Corso Riggs, Darmas Pollaran, Elin Garza, Ava Jaxo Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Eventual Relationships, Smuggler flirts with EVERYONE, Sith Pureblood (Star Wars), Miraluka (Star Wars), Author's Interpretation of Miraluka "Sight", Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Deviates From Canon, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, rare pairs, Punching as a Sign of Affection, Non-Explicit Sex, Accidental Voyeurism, Found Family, Minor Character Death, Hurt/Comfort, Developing Friendships Summary: Sergeant Rezhek Iaseed solves most of her problems with her assault cannon. "Captain" Tivvea Easdel is a wanted smuggler and a runaway Sith Pureblood. These unusual women start with a mutual enemy, and end up creating the strangest team the Republic has ever seen. -- A written version of a playthrough myself and my partner did as a straight-laced Trooper and exasperatingly thrill-seeking smuggler. Doesn't always stick to canon, but that's part of the fun.

Next chapter is up (finally)!  Please enjoy!

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Absolutely stealing this from this lovely post, but I had to. I love Whose Line is it Anyway and SWTOR. So why the fuck not?

SWTOR OCs as Whose Line lines...

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Tenku'lohi, the Imperial Agent

Rezhek Iaseed, the Trooper

Darth Nox (Seran), the Inquisitor

Xilvah Lor, the Bounty Hunter

Saari Nwul, the Sith Warrior

Faszel Raletrosa, the Smuggler

and Miyti, the Jedi Consular

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sith purebloods are fucking hard to draw, man

It’s the girls!  Tivvea (played by @doctortentacles) the smuggler and Rezhek (my gal) the trooper, off saving the universe.  And flirting with absolutely everything Tiv can possibly flirt with.  

You can find more of them in my fic on Ao3 [here]!