#ma'at techtmar

[kunoichi-ume]

OTP Asks: Tuathal and Ma’at

So @cinlat​ tagged me to answer these questions sent to her by @flytehwire​ from Tuathal’s POV because he is my half of this wonderful ship. Questions can be found here, otp asks, and I am open for any questions. 

 3. If they complimented each other, what would they say?

Tuathal would immedeatly compliment her heart. No one he has ever met has even a fraction of the heart that Ma’at has and he is constantly humbled by her capacity for compassion and love. He never expected to find love in his arranged marriage and will be forever thanking his lucky stars that fate brought Ma’at into his life. He would also be remiss not to compliment her ferocity, espeically where their children’s safety is concenred. There is no one he would trust more than her to keep their children safe, even the Emperor himself would be wise to never turn his attention to any of their little ones.

Tuathal may have fallen in love with other people after meeting Ma’at but she is the only woman he could ever imagine spending his life with. 

12. Do they have differing political opinions?

Tuathal comes from an exclusivly military family, the first Sith in the family tree, so it only stands to reason that his political opinions would initally differ from his wife who was raised in a Sith family, hungry for power and prestige. Like any healthy couple, their view of the world has matured and been enriched by the different view the other brings to the table. Now he serves as the Empire’s Wrath, supporting the Dark Council as a level headed, fair minded enforcer of the of the peace. To say his work often leaves him conflicted and in need of his wife’s advice would be an understatment.

21. How have they changed each other for the better/for the worse?

Ma’at taught Tuathal to loosen up. His upbrining in a strict, but loving, military family formed him into an uptight man who doesn’t like getting dirty. She taught him to be comfortable laughing openly, getting dirty (within reason but the man doesn’t mind his children getting his robe messy and that’s a big deal) and sharing his deepest thoughts. 

25. What moves do they know work on the other?

Massage is Tuathal’s secret weapon. His hands are magic, working away pains and stress and replacing it with desire. When he wants to help Ma’at relax and give her all the pleasure she deserves his hands and luxury oils are his go to. 

[cinlat]

I saw this on the way to work this morning (1st week at the new job and I'm so tired) and @kunoichi-ume basicaly said all the things that I couldn't make my brain think because it short circuited when I saw this. So, ditto to what Ume said and please enjoy the tags that I saved in draft early this morning and am too lazy to type out again.

Thank you so much @chaosandwonder! You spoil us with your wonderful kindness and of course the lovely art that your create as well. Thank you @dingoat for taking the time to make them so perfect.

And I was able to revisit @cinlat and @kunoichi-ume ‘s stunning couple Ma’at and Tully for another surprise from @chaosandwonder, giving them a bit of a romantic moment in the moonlight. I had a lot of fun pushing my palette out of my usual zone for this, and I know how much these two deserve every soft moment they can get!

[cinlat]

C G O and U for Ma'at.

Awww, and Ma’at is my OCKiss fic for today too.  My box is still open. Here’s the list.

does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?

What sort of question it this? Of course she does! All the men of her life, whether lover or crew mates, know to keep the ship, condo, estate, and packs stocked with chocolate. ESPECIALLY when she’s pregnant. I’m pretty sure Quinn makes this mandatory for the health and well being of all involved. 

is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?

She’s convinced that she’s a terrible gift giver, fretting continuously over if the other person will like it or read some unintended insult in it. That’s a product of her upbringing that she’ll probably never get over. Usually, she hits the nail on the head and is so relieved when the person she’s given her gift to likes it. 

does your muse have a way with words?

In this, Ma’at excels. She was raised to be a political powerhouse and brought that training with her to the Dark Council. She’s organized, confident in her argument, and doesn’t have to raise her voice to be heard. She especially enjoys bringing this into her romantic relationships. Vocal sparring with Tully has always been one of her favorite forms of flirting, and Talos gets adorably flustered at some of her more brash insinuations. Lana pretends not to be affected, but Ma’at knows better and enjoys matching wits which what she considers to be one of the most intelligent Sith since Marr and Vowrawn. 

has your muse had their heart broken?

Twice. First, when she was young and believed to have met a man she could have fallen in love with, but would never be allowed to have because they were sworn to different people. (That worked out nicely, though.) And again when Tully went missing during the five years he was held in carbonite by Arcann. Thankfully, she got him back both times.

[cinlat]

Kisses after decades apart, though maybe years instead of decades, for Ma'at and Tully

Word Count: 718 

Timeline: This is just after rescuing Tully ( @kunoichi-ume) from carbonite. 

As Requested from this Kiss Prompt List. I’m slowly working through these but am open for more requests. I’ve been down with the flu that last few days and feeling all the fluffy angst. So, hit me up. 

Odessen

Alliance Base

Family Quarters

Ma’at closed the door, conscious of the stiff manner with which Tuathal moved through the room. It wasn’t as grand as the manor on Dromund Kaas, but would afford them the required privacy for Tualthal’s time of healing.

Tuathal was a proud man. He loved life and laughed easily, but seldom let down his guard. Tully could make people fall in love with him, to make people feel like they got the best part of him. Ma'at had learned early on what it looked like when Tuathal truly let down those walls. When he curled against her in the privacy of their room and slept without waking.  She cherished those moments of honest conversation and quiet tears.

Ma'at watched her husband check the room for threats both visible and through the Force and she waited. Tuathal needed this moment to assure himself that he was safe. Perhaps even that this was real. She knew that he’d suffered emotional and mental torture at the hands of an emperor that everyone had assumed dead. So, she waited.

On Zakuul, Ma'at and Tuathal had been fueled by adrenaline, never stopping to think about what would come in the quiet moments. He had slept with his head in her lap on the trip home, making this the first time they’d been truly alone together.

“This is nicer than I expected.” Tully stopped at the bed to let his fingertips brush over the fabric. “Much nicer.”

Ma'at smiled. She’s tried to explain what the mountainside base looked like and had seen the horror in Tuathal’s eyes upon learning that his children lived there. He hadn’t seen the rest of the base yet, which still left much to be desired, but the family quarters had been her special project. Ma'at knew that when Tully finally came home, he would need time to adjust and refused to allow anyone to say otherwise. If they wanted Tuathal as their Outlander, she’d make sure that it was in his own time.

“Would you like some food?” Ma’at asked, moving to the table where Talos had left wine and Tully’s favorite snacks.

Tuathal reached out with an unseen hand to pull Ma’at to him. She went willingly, chest loosening when his arms wrapped around her. His hands were warm on her skin and Ma’at finally let herself relax. “I missed you,” she whispered, squeezing her eyes shut to fight off the pain of having him so close after so long.

The words slipped out against her wishes. It felt like another dream that would be snatched from her when she woke. Ma'at inhaled deeply, committing the familiar scent to memory after so many years of phantoms. Tuathal’s face had never been far from her mind, but always incomplete. Now, he was real and safe in her arms.

Ma’at felt Tully’s lips move against her hair, but no words came out. His arms tightened, chest moving rapidly under her ear. She heard him swallow several times before burying his face in her hair again.

When Ma'at squeezed tighter he grunted. “Sorry.” She pulled back but Tully wouldn’t let her out of his grasp. He’d been wounded in their escape when Ma'at allowed herself to be separated from him again. If not for Lana, Ma'at might have lost her husband as soon as she got him back.

Tuathal shook his head and pulled Ma'at against him again. “Your embrace is worth it.”

At last, Tully let out a shaky breath and tipped Ma’at chin up. He’d suffered a vicious wound that ran diagonally across his face sometime before being put into carbonite. She remembered that raw gash from her dreams and knew that their connection had survived over the years. Ma'at only hoped that she’d been some point of warmth in that icy hell.  

Ma'at’s hand rested on Tully’s cheek, her thumb brushing his lips. Tuathal opened his mouth again, then crushed his lips against hers. She let out a surprised gasp before opening her mouth to his questing tongue. Tuathal poured their absent years of anger, misery, regret, loneliness, and finally love into that kiss as he slowly lowered her onto the bed. They had a long way to go, but this was a better reunion than Ma’at could ever have hoped for. The rest would come in time.

[cinlat]

OC Kiss Week 2020: Day 5 (Ma’at and her sons)

Day One (Balic/Elara) • Day Two (Fynta/Jorgan) • Day Three (Theron/Zolah/Vector) • Day Four (Fynta/Jorgan)

Sadly, I have not commissioned any art with the Techtmar children yet, so this will have to do. Enjoy some fluffy, family antics. If you aren’t familiar with our massive, poly Sith family. Nuada (who belongs to @kunoichi-ume) is the son of Tuathal (also hers) and Techtmar heir. Ari is Ma’at’s son through Talos. The boys were born less than a year apart because oops, even Sith make mistakes. 

Prompt: Cold Word Count: 535

Icy crystals bit into Ma’at’s skin as they slid beneath the collar of her shirt. Her hair was soaked, freezing in unattractive black strings instead of its normal fullness. She ducked behind a rock wall, boots slipping on the hardened layer of ice beneath the snow. She considered calling out to Tuathal, but feared giving away his position to their relentless pursuers. 

One of the twins kicked, taking Ma’at’s breath and causing her to gasp in surprise. She lost focus for a mere second and lowered her defenses. It was enough. 

“I found her!”

Ma’at considered running but in her bulbous state, it would likely hinder her more. She’d have to fight. Pulling on the Force, Ma’at commanded a snowdrift to collapse as the sound of rushing feet grew closer. Someone yelped, followed by sputtering and a vague curse that she’d keep in mind for later. 

Sure that she’d bought herself time, Ma’at stepped from the shelter of her cavern wall and was blindsided by the sting of snow hitting her cheek at a rapid speed. She staggered and nearly fell. 

“Got her!” 

Ma’at braced herself against the wall with one hand while wiping her eyes clear with the other. Nuada stood in all of his childish glory, basking in the accomplishment of having found his mother through using his wits and instinct. Ari scrambled from a pile of snow not four meters back, grinning the same way Talos did when he’d made a breakthrough on a tough project.

Ma’at made a show of limping along, luring the boys closer. Neither were jaded enough to interpret her trap. "Mother?" Ari asked, casting a worried glance towards his brother. When they’d neared her, Ma’at yanked her sons with the Force until they were trapped in a firm embrace. They cried out and complained while she smothered them in kisses.

Nuada attempted to break her hold with the Force but Ma'at overpowered his attempt and dumped snow down their backs. High pitched squeals echoed off the canyon walls. Only then did she release them.

“That’s cheating,” Ari complained, dancing around to shake the cold from his clothes. “You were tagged. That means you were down.”

Ma’at laughed, rubbing her stomach when one of the girls jabbed at her again. “Never underestimate your opponent. Even a wounded man can still kill.” The boys deflated, sending a pang of guilt through Ma’at for stealing their victory. She closed her eyes, searching for Tuathal's hiding spot. With a conspiratorial smile, Ma'at leaned between her sons and lowered her voice. “I believe you’ll find the Emperor’s Wrath in that direction. Work together, and you may take him by surprise.”

They wouldn’t, not unless Tully allowed it. A shiver of playful betrayal traveled along her bond with Tuathal and Ma’at laughed. He knew the boys were coming, she could sense his plan forming even as they rushed headlong into an ambush. 

Taking a breath, Ma’at rubbed her stomach. They’d perform these exercises with the twins one day too, honing their skills through games that would hopefully keep her children alive long enough to begin families of their own. It was all a mother could ask for while war raged throughout the galaxy.

[cinlat]

So I am curious, but *what* outfit is your SWTOR Inquisitor wearing? The one that you said is your favourite? It looks familiar but I cannot remember the name lol. Also I apologize for the question from nowhere, but it's been annoying me all day so I decided to ask.

Hiya Anon, I had to sign in to figure it out myself. So, the image in the awesome artwork posted yesterday by Dingoat is Ma’at’s formal attire. It’s the one she wears for Dark Council meetings and general Darth stuff around Dromund Kaas. I created it from a hodge-podge of different things that came together to let Ma’at show some skin (because she loves her skin) but had enough of an edge to it to keep her from appearing as soft as she did back in the Academy. (Zash may or may not have had a hand in her make over)

So, piece by piece.

Head: Apprentice Force-Lord’s Headgear MK1

Chest:  Septsilk Force Expert’s Vestment

Hands: Shikaakwan royalty’s gauntletsBelt: Visionary Force-Lord’s belt

Legs: Aftermarket Force-Lord’s robe

Feet: Tribal Hermit’s Boots.

Lightsaber: Descendant's Heirloom Saber (Advanced White-Gray Indestructible Crystal)

There you have it, Ma’at’s getup. Hope it eased your nerves a bit! ;)

[cinlat]

Ma’at, Lana, and Tully ( @kunoichi-ume ) steadily working their way off Zakuul, but things keep getting in their way. Ma’at would REALLY like to get her husband to safety after searching for him for the last five years. At least these two can still kick ass together. 

[cinlat]

Lana and Ma’at teamed up to free Tuathal (@kunoichi-ume) from his carbonite prison and things got a little chaotic.

[cinlat]

May Drabbles - Day 16

Prompt: “You need to take your shirt off.” (Secret) Characters: Ma’at Stasma/Tuathal Techtmar ( @kunoichi-ume) Story/Series: Sithy Bunch Word Count: 729

“Rules are rules, my dear,” Ma’at teased as she angled her lightsaber at Tully. They were due to marry in less than a year,  as soon as each passed their trials and earned the title of Lord.

While Tuathal would be a prize for any woman, it was his generosity that had captured Ma'at's heart. She'd intentionally avoided thinking about the day when her parents sold her off like livestock, believing in the power of denial. Then, the kindness of a stranger had brought Ma'at to the brutal realization that she would never be able to choose which path her life took. Someone would always be there to do so for her.

The following months had been torture each time Ma'at saw Tualthal again, knowing that he could never be hers. Until that fateful luncheon when she learned that he was her betrothed. They'd met every day since then during what little free time being a Sith apprentice afforded them.

“I would call that cheating,” Tuathal complained with laughter in his voice. He wiped dirt from his nose and mouth, spitting twice before continuing. “Only, I was the fool who set the parameters.”

Ma’at beamed, gesturing with her saber. “My point. That means you need to take your shirt off.”

Tuathal grabbed the hem with one hand and ripped it over his head. Ma’at didn’t bother hiding her interest. The man had the body of a god with brilliant, green eyes that shined when he saw her. Tully's muscles flexed as he rid himself of the garment with a violent shake of one hand. Ma'at's laughter when he held perfect arms out to turn a slow circle echoed off the ruined walls.

With a boyish smirk, Tuathal reactivated his blade. “I’m bound to lose my clothing around you one way or another.” Tuathal normally trained in only a set of flexible breaches, anyway. He'd actually complained about wearing the damn shirt in the first place.

Ma’at tisked at Tuathal's attempt at unbalancing her. She had been raised Sith, the youngest of a family who knew little about moderating their speech. "Soon," Ma'at promised with a sly smile. "Very soon."

Tuathal's face lit with unabashed desire as his eyes slid over Ma'at's less than modest training gear. Both were nearing the end of their time on Korriban, and life had become more dangerous than ever. Students were vyying for recognition from their masters, each willing to step over the corpse of their ally to game more power.

Tuathal worried about Ma’at’s less than perfect skill with a blade,  constantly reminding her that saber training was just as important as honing her abilities in the Force. She’d accepted his invitation into the crypt to prove that she could hold her own. When Tully sweetened the deal by adding an additional clause--for every point, the challenger had to remove an article of clothing of the victor’s choosing--there had been no way for Ma'at to resist.

Tuathal circled with Ma’at, eyes darting to her feet, hands, and--other areas. Her smile broadened when she realized that he was already deciding which part of her meager wardrobe to take first. It became Ma’at’s sole mission to ensure only one of them ended this match naked, and since Tully had been kind enough to begin, she saw no reason why he shouldn’t be the one to continue. “That’s not fear I smell, is it?”

With a snort, Tuathal darted left, then whirled to the right. His blade came down in an arc that would have removed Ma’at’s head had it not stopped nearly a foot from its intended target. Taking advantage of his stalled momentum, Ma’at stretched out her hand to send Tuathal staggering back. She didn’t want to hurt him, only prove that the Force could be just as handy a weapon as the saber that hummed by her side.

Straightening, Tuathal offered a bright smile. “It seems I have underestimated your abilities, my lady.” He approached slowly, reaching out as if expecting to find an invisible wall. Ma’at dropped her shield and let his palm brush across her cheek. Tuathal let out a laugh. “Perhaps I should be taking lessons from you.”

“We each fight in the way that suits our skills.” Ma’at kissed the inside of Tuathal’s wrist before finishing with a smirk. “Now, I believe you owe me another article of clothing.”

[cinlat]

May Drabbles - Day 23

Prompt: “I hate watching you do this to yourself.” (Uncomfortable) Characters: Ma’at Stasma/Talos Drellik Story/Series: Sithy Bunch Word Count: 682 A/N: Set while Tully is locked in carbonite  

“Ma’at?” Darth Imperius looked up at the sound of Talos’s voice. He hovered in the doorway to her study, waiting for permission to enter. With a wave, Ma’at beckoned for her lover to approach.

Talos sat close enough to offer comfort without encroaching on Ma’at’s personal space. “Can’t sleep, darling?” She'd tried not to wake him when slipping from their bed, but Talos always knew.

With a furtive glance towards the dark frame that led to her own room, Ma’at shook her head. She’d shared Talos’s quarters almost every night since Tuathal had gone missing. Ma'at refused to believe that her husband was dead, but the emptiness of that space pushed her to the point of panic. Tully was still out there, imprisoned on the far reaches of their map. She would know if his life had been snuffed out, their connection was too strong for Tully to pass into the afterlife without her knowledge.

Every night Tuathal called in Ma'at's dreams. They battled forces that she couldn't see, and his combined fear and rage were overwhelming. Yet, no matter how strong the sensations in the dream realm, they became muted once she woke. It infuriated Ma'at that she couldn't track him, and terrified her as to what that could mean.

“I miss him too,” Talos whispered into the dark room. Shadows from the fireplace danced across his sharp features, making him look older, tired. Green eyes so different from her husband's turned to greet Ma'at with a sad smile. “But, you must sleep. I hate watching you do this to yourself, and Tuathal would not approve, either.”

Ma’at shifted to lean against her lover, sighing when Talos slid an arm around her shoulders to pull her closer. “It’s been nearly a year. His children no longer remember him past the stories we tell. I don’t know what to do.” The idea of admitting defeat soured on Ma’at’s tongue, but they were running out avenues to search. With Malavai on his own mission, Pierce and Ashara starting a family, and Vette working freelance, Ma’at felt like her world was falling apart. She felt helpless.

“We soldier on,” Talos answered as if it was the most obvious solution. “Lord Tuathal will not give up, and we will find him.” With a gentle squeeze, Talos kissed the top of Ma’at’s head. “I will aid you in whatever way I can, and his children will never lack for love.”

Sliding her arms around his lean waist, Ma’at hugged Talos tighter. “He always respected you.” Tuathal had liked her chipper archeologist from the start. He was the one who urged Ma’at to trust her instincts where Talos was concerned, and had loved Ari as his own. There was little doubt in Ma'at's mind that Tully would appreciate Talos stepping in for his own children.

Talos’s chest expanded in a light chuckle. “He was always something of a hero to me.” Ma’at angled her face to see the almost shy smile on his lips. With a shrug, Talos continued. “Well can you blame me. I’d never met a Sith who didn’t throw his weight around...or mine.” Ma’at snickered, though she had no reason to believe that he was joking. She’d met his brother, after all.

Settling deeper into the cushions, Talos sighed. “It warmed my heart to see him dote on you and Nuada. Then, to know that he openly approved of my seeking your favor. It was more than a man of my station could hope for. And when Ari was born...” Ma'at had sensed her lovers fear when they realized who her second son belonged to. Tuathal could have chosen to destroy the child and Talos, it was his right as Sith. Instead, he'd counted Ari as another extension of their ever-growing family and made sure that none would ever threaten the boy.

A sad light entered Talos's eyes before they hardened with a determination that Ma'at had seen before. “I count Tuathal amongst my closest friends, and we will bring him home.” Brushing a knuckle under her chin, Talos kissed her lips. “Together.”

[cinlat]

Just a few more Ma’at and Tully shots with @kunoichi-ume that I didn’t get posted last night. They made it to Asylum, finally. Not like it’ll be a good time, but at least they got some new threads and can blend in a little better now. 

[cinlat]

Just some cute Ma’at/Tully ( @kunoichi-ume) screens because I adore them and showing off his post-outlander scarring and duds. 

[cinlat]

I was tagged back in April by @sunsetofdoom. Thanks for the tag! I think I’ll go with Ma’at since I’ve been playing her recently. 

Full name: Ma’at Stasma (Later Ma’at Techtmar) - slave to her family’s name.

Occupation: Darth Imperius 

$ Financial : wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty

✚ Medical : fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable

✪ Class or Caste : upper / middle / working / street trash / slave / unsure 

✔ Education : qualified / unqualified / studying

✖ Criminal Record : yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet / yes, but charges were dismissed 

[ FAMILY ]

◒ Children : had a child or children (5 total, actually) / has no children / wants children  / can’t have children

◑ Relationship with Family : close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased 

◔ Affiliation : orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent(s) (daddy’s little girl, and adored by in-laws) / not applicable / raised by hired help

[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES ]

♦ extroverted / introverted / in between

♦ disorganized / organized / in between

♦ close-minded / open-minded (you really don’t get much more so) / in between

♦ calm / anxious / in between

♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between (is she pregnant?)

♦ cautious / reckless / in between (ends justifies the means)

♦ patient / impatient / in between (I mentioned the 5 kids, right?)

♦ outspoken / reserved / in between

♦ leader / follower / in between

♦ empathetic / unempathetic / in between

♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between

♦ traditional / modern / in between

♦ hard-working / lazy / in between

♦ cultured / uncultured  / in between 

♦ loyal / disloyal / loyal unless their trust is betrayed

♦ faithful / unfaithful / in between (Though she and Tully have an open marriage, trust must still be protected)

[ BELIEFS ]

★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic

☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes (first hand knowledge) / no / don’t know / don’t care 

✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

❃ Belief in Aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✧ Religious : orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious

❀ Philosophical : yes / no / kinda sometimes?

[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]

Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual / queer / undecided

❥ Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless

♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable / naive and clueless / romance suspicious

❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious

⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male (Tully & Talos) / female (Lana) / agender / other / none / idk

⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male (Tully & Talos) / female (Lana) / agender / other / none / idk

[ ABILITIES ]

☠ Combat Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

≡ Literacy Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✍ Artistic Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✂ Technical Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none 

[ HABITS ]

Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / alcoholic 

Smoking: trying to quit / quit / never / trying it / rarely / sometimes / frequently / Chain-smoker

✿ Recreational Drugs : never / quit / tried it / rarely / sometimes / frequently / addict

Medicinal Drugs : never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess 

☻ Unhealthy Food : never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater

$ Splurge Spending : never / rarely / sometimes / frequently

♣ Gambling : never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler 

Now I’ll tag @kunoichi-ume because we need the other side of this coin. Also @aliyamirat @cystemic (feel free to tag yourself since I’m so far behind and have no clue who has done these)

[cinlat]

Muse Meme: Ma’at Techtmar

FIRST RULE :  Tag nine muses you would like to know better ! SECOND RULE : bold the statements that are true for your muse ( italics for situational/verse dependent )

Tagged by @cavalier-life

APPEARANCE

I am 5'7" or taller (I can’t even see that high) I wear glasses I have at least one tattoo I have at least one piercing I have blonde hair I have brown eyes I have short hair My abs are at least somewhat defined  I have or have had braces

PERSONALITY

I love meeting new people. People tell me that I’m funny. Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me. (If their problems are dead, they’re solved!) I enjoy physical challenges. I enjoy mental challenges. I’m playfully rude with people I know well. I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it. There is something I would change about my personality. 

ABILITY

I can sing well. I can play an instrument. I can do over 30 push-ups without stopping I’m a fast runner.  I can draw well. I have a good memory. I’m good at doing math in my head. I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute. (why would anyone attempt this?) I have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling. I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch.  I know how to throw a proper punch. (only when Tully makes me)

HOBBIES

I enjoy playing sports I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else I have learned a new song in the past week (though, it was from Andronikos) I work out at least once a week I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months I have drawn something in the past month I enjoy writing I do or have done martial arts

EXPERIENCES

I have had my first kiss  I have had alcohol I have scored the winning goal in a sports game I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting I have been at an overnight event I have been in a taxi I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year (I might be a bit of a klutz sometimes) I have beaten a video game in one day I have visited another country/Planet/Galaxy/Universe I have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts

RELATIONSHIPS

I’m in a relationship I have a crush on a celebrity I have a crush on someone I know (Archaeology is a fascinating subject) I have been in at least 3 relationships  I have never been in a (serious) relationship I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them I get crushes easily I have had a crush on someone for over a year (Dear Lana, it’s never the right time, is it?) I have been in a relationship for at least a year I have had feelings for a friend

MY LIFE

I have at least one person I consider a “best friend” (I’m not sure when it happened, but Malavai has my absolute trust) I live close to my school My parents are still together I have at least one sibling I live in the United States There is snow right now where I live I have hung out with a friend in the past month I have a smartphone (datapad?) I have at least 15 CDs I share(d) my room with someone

RANDOM

I have break-danced I know a person named Jamie I have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce I have dyed my hair I’m listening to one song on repeat right now I have punched someone in the past week I know someone who has gone to jail I have broken a bone  I have eaten a waffle today I know what I want to do with my life  I speak at least 2 languages

Tagging: @kunoichi-ume (because I want Tully’s answers) and @shimmersing

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Whumptober 2021: Day 12

No. 12 - IT’LL BE FUN, THEY SAID torture | made to watch | begging

Characters: Ma’at Stasma Techtmar/Tuathal Techtmar  Fandom: swtor Affiliated Fic(s): The Sithy Bunch

Word Count: 341 Rating: T Guest: Tully belongs to @kunoichi-ume​ *art by dingoat

The agony on Tuathal’s face burned into Ma’at’s memory. She stood at his side, unable to touch her husband, unable to speak or gain his attention, while he stared in horror at the bodies of his mangled children. His knees gave, gloved fingers digging into his hair and forehead pressed against the rough ground. Ma'at couldn't hear his cry, but she saw it in the way his shoulders shook.

Ma’at avoided looking at the line of corpses. She’d caught a glance of familiar clothing and immediately averted her eyes. It was all a dream, a hallucination brought on by whatever demon plagued her husband and hid him from her senses. 

“It’s not real,” Ma’at gasped, her throat constricting around the words. “Please, my love, tell me where you are. Tell me how to find you.”

Tuathal didn’t respond. He curled in on himself, flinching away from the source of his torment. Ma’at knew that her husband was alive, she knew that he was imprisoned, but no amount of resources or Sith powers could find him.

Ma’at’s vision dimmed around the edges, and she lunged for Tully before she could be ejected from the dream. Her fingers grasped smoke, and Ma’at sat up with a gasp in the comfort of her bed. The world snapped into focus, more real than the dream that would haunt her waking hours. Talos snored quietly on the other side of the large bed, and Ma’at slipped from beneath the blankets so that she wouldn’t wake him.

The lights in Ma’at’s office brightened enough to match the light level in the room she’d left behind, allowing her vision to adjust without blinding her. With a gesture ingrained in her from youth, Ma'at swiped the panel in the far wall open and studied the web of rumors that she prayed would lead her to Tuathal. He’d been missing for three years, but the dreams were becoming more vivid. Her husband was out there, somewhere. “I will find you,” she promised the maze of digital paths. “Don’t give up.”