#i-declare-a-kaggath

[hfbeasty]

Sketchpage commission for @i-declare-a-kaggath of their OC Faeli’Sooran!

[thefoodwiththedood]

Totally forgot to post these when I finished them a few weeks ago but, here’s a few more Angels done!! From left to right, we’ve got @the-dark-sleen‘s Frea, @i-declare-a-kaggath‘s Cinctus, and @robotanical‘s Emery! These were all super fun to work on, so YE, I hope y’all like how they turned out! :D For more information about the Devarons Angels group and how you could make an Angel of your own, check out this post!

[darth-bagel]

Mirage Raverie (& Darth Thanaton)/ Fury, Imperial Space

[lordviridis]

OC Body Language Meme

I was tagged ages ago by @i-declare-a-kaggath. Thanks for tagging me!

Tagging: @sassheliosazuras, @roguescarlett, and @gerdavonrinnlingen

Aleena

DEFENSIVENESS

arms crossed / crossing legs / fist-like gestures / pointing index finger / karate chops / stiffening of shoulders / tense posture / curling of lip / baring of teeth / brow furrowing / shoulders hunched/ sudden, sharp movements / growling

REFLECTIVE

hand-to-face gestures/ head tilted / stroking chin / peering over glasses / taking glasses off — cleaning / putting earpiece of glasses in mouth / pipe smoker gestures / putting hand to bridge of nose / pursed lips / knitted brows / scrunched nose / staring to the side / fidgeting

SUSPICION

arms crossed / sideways glance / touching or rubbing nose / rubbing eyes / hands resting on weapon / brows raising / lips pressing into a thin line/ strict, unwavering eye contact / wrinkling of nose / narrowed eyes / smooth, quick movements / sniffing the air loudly

INSECURITY & ANXIETY

chewing pen or pencil / rubbing thumb over opposite thumb/ biting fingernails / biting lips/ hands in pockets / elbow bent / closed gestures / clearing throat  / “whew” sound / picking or pinching flesh/ fidgeting in chair / hand covering mouth whilst speaking / poor eye contact/ tugging at pants whilst seated / jingling money in pockets / tugging at ear / perspiring hands / playing with hair/ swaying / playing with pointer/marker/cane / smacking lips / sighing /rocking on balls of feet / flexing or cracking fingers sporadically / hugging themself / head whipping around frantically / hanging down avoiding eye contact/ low growling / shoulders hunched over/ sitting with knees pulled up to the chest

ANGER & FRUSTRATION

short breaths / “tsk” sounds / tightly-clenched hands / fist-like gestures / pointing index finger/ rubbing hand through hair / rubbing back of neck / snarling / revealing teeth / grimacing / sharp-eye glowers / notable tension in brow /shoulders back, head up – defensive posturing/ clenching of jaw / grinding teeth / nostrils flaring/ heavy exhales / hitting walls and random objects / loud growling / pacing / yelling randomly

[vultures-and-scavengers]

darth calumnia has never been considered a fearsome fighter. to be sure, her younger twin sisters are frightful, darth umbris with her ghosts and her rage and darth cordatus with her lightning and her knives. but calumnia is terrifying only in that darth mortis looks on her with a particular pride, and that imperial intelligence, rebuilt brick by brick by her hands, is completely loyal to the former watcher.

oh, perhaps one might bring up that she declared kaggath against darth zhorrid, with nar shaddaa as the arena, but darth zhorrid was widely considered incapable and darth calumnia had made her name on nar shaddaa as a intelligence broker for the hutt cartel.

when darth calumnia is roused from her datapads, analyzed over a cup of tea with a trio of watchers, told to head to oricon to face the dread masters, it is a fool’s errand. the intent is to shatter the trio of deadly sisters, and calumnia is the weak link.

she has no talent with the dead, and very little aptitude for the more martial arts of the force, excepting force drains and mental arts.

darth calumnia goes anyway.

the dread masters are the perfect benchmark against which to test the power of her draining skills and the power she wields over illusion. a dark game of dejarik plays out over oricon, and as calumnia marches, alone, into the fortress of the dread masters, having accepting their offer to become the sixth, the dread masters believe the game is finished, the board put away.

they open their bond to her, and she pulls at the gaping wound, and then she drains it. she grasps the very being of the five, and clenches her fist and thinks about how her sister consumes ghosts, and calumnia consumes the living.

she is not a fool, and as she staggers, her ciphers form out of wisp and shadow and approach her. the bodies of the dread masters lie motionless, and calumnia stares at them, before her lips twist into a gentle smile. how fortunate we train our ciphers so well. if i was a better sith, you wouldn’t have needed to rescue me.

cipher 18 unloads a magazine into brontes, the others leave killing blows of their own. when calumnia returns to the dark council, she praises her ciphers, remembering to remind the council that after all a cipher had taken down jadus- of course a team of ciphers was crucial to the defeat of the dread masters.

after all, darth calumnia has never been considered a fearsome fighter

[vespertine-legacy]

The opening conversation with Darth Marr on a Sith Inquisitor is pretty much just like “can I get Marr to declare a Kaggath through snarking him, because the last one was actually kind of fun”

Also Marr is like three whole feet taller than Eleison, it’s just unnecessary.

Local baby-faced assassin librarian too soft, too pretty for her own good (thinks she’s the all consuming darkness, isn’t that cute?)

(also she threatened that nothing would escape, and then I stealthed through the entire thing up to the Archon’s little lapdog and committed zero murders until actually securing the gravity hook, much to Katha Niar’s displeasure, I’m sure)

[chaoticspacefam]

Thanaton: *declares Kaggath, ancient Sith death match against Sith Inquisitor* Sith Inquisitor: *deadpan* Bro I have plot armour, I’m gonna like, annihilate you. Are you sure??

[codariidoescrimes]

This or That

I was tagged by @i-declare-a-kaggath literally ages ago.... finally gettin around to it. ngl i’m out of the loop tho so consider urself tagged if ur seeing this.

Rules: bold what ur prefer and tag some peeps :D

coffee or tea

early bird or night owl

chocolate or vanilla

spring or fall

silver or gold

pop or alternative

freckles or dimples

snakes or sharks

mountains or fields

thunderstorms or lightning

Egyptian or Greek mythology

ivory or scarlet

flute or lyre

opal or diamond

butterflies or honeybees

macarons or eclairs

typewritten or handwritten

secret garden or secret library

rooftop or balcony

spicy or mild

opera or ballet

london or paris

vincent van gogh or claude monet

denim or leather

potions or spells

ocean or desert

mermaids or sirens

masquerade ball or cocktail party

[blairextraordinaire]

Sinquisitor: *walks into Thanaton's office* Bitch.

Thanaton: *kills Sinquisitor* Blocked

Sinquisitor: *walks into Thanaton's office again, with more ghosts* wait, I have something else to say

Thanaton: *declares Kaggath* unblocked

Sinquisitor: *annihilats Thanaton in front of the entire Dark Council* Bitch.

[sith-shenanigans]

Six Sentence Sunday

Tagged by @a-muirehen, thank you so much! :D

“I wish I could say yes,” Ahene whispered. “More than I can possibly express.” She practically ached with it, deep in some hollow pit of her mind. “But… you wouldn’t be able to go back. There would be no keeping your options open; you’d be tied to the Empire, Sirue, just as much as you would be tied to me.” She reached out a hand and threaded her fingers gently through Sirue’s. “Can you actually accept that?” she asked. “Can you tell me that you should?”

Okay, so that was eight sentences. I reserve my right to take all rules as guidelines and suggestions and other breakable things, as is the Sith way.

Tagging: @frozenabattoir @elaphaemourra @i-declare-a-kaggath @holosoftheoldrepublic @autisticanakin @geek-o13 @verbose-vespertine

[overcaffeinated-creative]

I was tagged by @glitttercore!

Have a photo of my super oversized button down ft pineapples!

I tag: @i-declare-a-kaggath, @pinkieperil, @thebisexualmandalorian, and whoever else wants to jump in!

[hfbeasty]

Commission for @i-declare-a-kaggath of Sulas and Cinctus having a romantic moment!

[thefoodwiththedood]

More Angels done! From left to right, we’ve got @x-w1ng‘s Kadora, @i-declare-a-kaggath‘s Millefiori, and @shadrick12′s Set! Hope y’all like how they turned out as much as I do! :D For more information about the Devarons Angels group and how you could make an Angel of your own, check out this post!

[nusaran]

Tag!!

Tag 9 people you’d like to know better: @the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond, @doomhamster, @virtu-s, @anchanted-one, @aspyforthethrone (I still need to do your tag but it is so hard!), anyone else who wants to participate

favorite color: Purple or blue. Depends on my mood that day. 

top 3 ships: Eh, Darth Marr/OC, Malgus/Eleena ( @i-declare-a-kaggath :P) and Miraak/OC

lipstick or chapstick: Lipstick

last song: “New Rules” - Dua Lipa

last movie: “Into the Spiderverse”

currently reading: on top of all the Ao3? Re-reading the newly introduced Radiation Protection laws :/

[valeroyeaux]

OC Body Language Meme

Asteriuh Varik

DEFENSIVENESS

arms crossed / crossing legs / fist-like gestures / pointing index finger / karate chops / stiffening of shoulders / tense posture / curling of lip / baring of teeth / brow furrowing / shoulders hunched / sudden, sharp movements / growling

REFLECTIVE

hand-to-face gestures / head tilted / stroking chin / peering over glasses / taking glasses off — cleaning / putting earpiece of glasses in mouth / pipe smoker gestures / putting hand to bridge of nose / pursed lips / knitted brows / scrunched nose / staring to the side / fidgeting

SUSPICION

arms crossed / sideways glance / touching or rubbing nose / rubbing eyes / hands resting on weapon / brows raising / lips pressing into a thin line / strict, unwavering eye contact / wrinkling of nose / narrowed eyes / smooth, quick movements / sniffing the air loudly

INSECURITY & ANXIETY

chewing pen or pencil / rubbing thumb over opposite thumb / biting fingernails / biting lips / hands in pockets / elbow bent / closed gestures / clearing throat  / “whew” sound / picking or pinching flesh / fidgeting in chair / hand covering mouth whilst speaking / poor eye contact / tugging at pants whilst seated / jingling money in pockets / tugging at ear / perspiring hands / playing with hair/ swaying / playing with pointer/marker/cane / smacking lips / sighing /rocking on balls of feet / flexing or cracking fingers sporadically / hugging themself / head whipping around frantically / hanging down avoiding eye contact / low growling / shoulders hunched over / sitting with knees pulled up to the chest

ANGER & FRUSTRATION

short breaths / “tsk” sounds / tightly-clenched hands / fist-like gestures / pointing index finger / rubbing hand through hair / rubbing back of neck / snarling / revealing teeth / grimacing / sharp-eye glowers / notable tension in brow / shoulders back, head up – defensive posturing / clenching of jaw / grinding teeth / nostrils flaring / heavy exhales / hitting walls and random objects / loud growling / pacing / yelling randomly

tagged by @femmehawke! i’m tagging @elvhenyoung, @ghostlygal, @i-declare-a-kaggath, and anyone else who wants to do it (Also no pressure!!!!)

[autisticdindjarin]

Prompt from @i-declare-a-kaggath ---> “There’s a 30% chance that it’s already raining,” Mako to Bounty Hunter on Odessen (x)

The first morning on Odessen was damp. A soft rain fell despite the sun beaming over the mountains. Light filtered in through the transparisteel covering the indoor Odessen balcony, landing upon the two figures huddled together, watching the sunrise. Birds sang their old melodies across the fog, echoing throughout the Force-balanced world.

Ches’keta found Odessen relaxing. He enjoyed the coolness. It reminded him of the homeworld he’d left so long ago. Mako, however, wasn’t as appreciative. She perched beside him with a red nose. Her hair was tied back, though a section hung in her face, covering one eye. Ches’keta reached to tuck the wayward strands behind her ear. Mako sniffed, tissue gripped in hand, and groaned out.

“Andddd there’s a 30% chance that it’s already raining!”

He winced at the sour tone. “Not a fan of the weather here?”

She gave him a look. “I’m used to Tatooine now.”

Ches’keta let out a low laugh, fingers stroking along the side of her face. Gentle. “I’ve been thrilled at getting off that dustball, and you want to go back?”

Mako pouted. A small sigh left her. “No,” she leaned into him, “I didn’t say that.” Her hair fell over her face again, and Ches’keta smiled. His thumb brushed over her lower lip and he wrapped his opposite arm about her waist.

“I’m just not a big fan of climate change.” She sneezed. Loudly.

Ches’keta took sympathy, pulling her closer when she hid her face against him.

“You know they have healers around here.”

“And you know that I hate healers. It’s just a small cold. Nothing to worry about.” Mako turned her face and blew her nose. She threw her tissue beside her and grabbed another one.

“I worry about it,” he muttered.

“You worry about -” she poked at his chest, “ - everything. Relax, for once. We’re on a nice chilly planet, you don’t have to sweat your ass off chasing bounties anymore, and, hey, there’s plenty of old friends here to reunite with here.”

Only Mako had the ability to take something she had complained about and make it seem like he had been the complainer the whole time. He grinned.

“What?” she frowned up at him.

“Nothing,” he leaned in, moving to kiss her forehead.

Mako sneezed again, and Ches’keta let out a curse when her head swung forwards and busted his lip open.