#rass my beloved

[shynmighty]

Oh, hey, it's me

Poking my head out of hiatus-ing because I have some things to say. I know there's stuff going on in the real world, and a new update just dropped for SWTOR...and like...yay, good stuff.

Meanwhile, I'm still tootling along, catching up with the game. Let me tell you a bit about my day.

This happened.

THIS BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL SMIRK!!! 😍

And then this happened.

I'm okay. I am better than okay. My skin has never been so clear. Gaze upon my crops and see how they flourish. I am not just surviving, I am THRIVING.

...This is an "I love Rass Ordo" post.

[greyias]

After a long and hard journey, Ben has finally made it to Ruhnuk, so he and Rass can have their awkward first flirts while Shae taps her foot impatiently in the background. Presented in 4K, because if I have to do that long of a haul to get my Rass flirts, I'm recording it in the highest quality possible.

[cawsceries]

rass my beloved….

[phepde-xrayed]

ganne ka rass??????????

Yesss

Sugarcane juice my beloved

[the-cat-at-the-theatre-door]

Something I've been wondering since a lot of the older cats tend to get cast younger and younger recently - are there any performers you could plausibly see as "real" younger versions of those characters?

Anon, that is actually a super interesting question (and I hope I'm understanding what you're asking for; apologies if I misunderstood - if you are asking whether there are performers who have not played the role but played others and can get away with playing them, honestly I'm not a big proponent of having all super young swings and understudies, and I've spoken at length about that before), but there *are* actually a handful of performers of past (which means that they *were* young when they initially took the role and looked it) and present that I could feasibly see as younger (and by "younger" I mean like more in the 20s) faceclaims or "versions" of my beloved older cats (and that I often will note back too when I'm trying to picture them in my mind).

From what I have heard and seen of them, they also give off more of a younger vibe, either due to the lack of maturity in their voices, or their general dispositions, that I think works well as these characters but younger. Imagine a different bunch of teenagers and gapped teeth babies running around the Junkyard hollering at one another and whining at their parents before *they* became the parents, ahaha.

I can give you some of my favourites to avoid wasting too much space. I can do a Part 2 with Asparagus/Gus, Old D and Grizabella if you're interested:

Skimbleshanks:

Matthew Gould (on his first go around; he aged into it much better the second go - Ross Finnie could technically also take this spot)

Philip Bertioli (and this is a costume thing but his vest always looked too big for him which just amped up the baby vibe)

Giovanni DiGabriele

Hayden Baum (specifically his first go around - that is a baby)

Tyler Keller (who looks *particularly* old photo like in this shot with the filter and expression - slap a black and white or sepia filter over that and tell me that's not an old photograph)

Taylor Scanlan (also *very* baby and *very* pretty*).

(Others for consideration if these don't tickle your fancy: Sandy Rass, Sean McManus, Shaun Henson, Jon-Paul Christensen, Philip Comley, Dann Dunn, Brian O'Muiri, Billy Mahoney, Jarryd Nurden, Park Seong-ryong, Bryan Mottram

Jellylorum:

Catrin Darnell

Susan Powers

Joanna Beck

Lindsay Dyett

Jeanne Montano

Erin James

Annemarie Rosano

(Others: Liz Izen, Louise Tomkins, Bonnie Simmons, Nina Hennessey, Marcy DeGonge, Jennifer Vaden, Thea MacNeil, Lisa-Marie Parker, Carrie Willis, Megan Arseneau, Taila Halford, and Alice Batt. S/O to Pia Douwes who toed the baby line, and nearly all Jellylorums in the Shiki production and a good chunk of the US Tour 5 who are and were - more often than not - quite young and look it)

Jennyanydots:

Stephanie Johns

Lisbeth Brittain

Laura Darkins

Lucinda Shaw

Erica Leigh Hansen

Ellie Nunan

(Others: Mary Trainor, Renée Knapp, Kati Farkas, Jennifer Cohen, Amanda Bay, Laura McCulloch, Melina Charles, Hanny Aden, Alice Redmond, Abigail Dever, Sarah-Marie Maxwell kinda sorta but tbh I think it's the makeup, Eloise Kropp, Maria Briggs - who is like elementary school Jenny -, Emily Jeanne Phillips, Ayumi Kato, and Megan Carton)

[arvadthecursed]

7.4 Thoughts under the cut :) spoilers ahead

I wish we'd gotten more substantial dialogue with Rass, even beyond the flirt options. He's such a fun guy, but also deeply loyal.

Petra my beloved. I really did enjoy her -- I thought she was a nice addition, someone who actually knows about Ord Mantell and its people's struggles.

ARN. His flirt dialogue was so sweet I could cry. That is all.

Kessan's Landing is gorgeous btw. So much more lively and interesting than normal Ord Mantell.

I was pretty pleased to see Sa'har show up! I think she's a cool character, and it's cool to finally see her start coming into her own, drawing her own conclusions, and fighting for what she believes, not what someone else told her.

On the note of Force users, though... How come the Jedi didn't come and get Petra???? Did she choose not to go with them when she was younger?? I've only played through with Thali, so why didn't the Consular (and I'm assuming the Knight) offer to take her to Tython to train her?? It especially feels weird on the Consular side, considering how we trained Nadia, who was in a similar predicament with her Force use. Don't get me wrong, I love the idea of Force users not allying with either the Jedi or the Sith -- Amity is one of my favorite companions -- but it felt weird to not even offer, y'know? Or have her comment when you see her using the force, something like "oh, the Jedi wanted me, but I couldn't leave my sister." Just some kind of of explanation would've been nice.

The reputation armor is ugly. I'm sorry. SWTOR devs I know you worked hard, but...

Shae is missing, which leads me to believe we're gonna have to fight her sometime soon. My theory is: she was captured by Heta, and as revenge, Heta used the datacron on her as an experiment. I think Shae is under Heta/the Hidden Chain's influence at this time.

I was very impressed with the facial expressions in this expansion. Coupled with the new lighting, I think that elevated the story a lot.

Anyway, I overall enjoyed this expansion!!

Next expansion please have full romances for at least Rass and Arn, please and thank you.

[isleofancients]

there goes that tail again! 'on our way!'

they slip the phone away, very gently and deftly scooping their lover, already half in their lap, into their arms, bridal style, as standing, they plant a kiss on Magnus' brow, as they tuck their wings about him tenderly, like a blanket of feathers.

"I'm pretty sure I just told Rasse that I nearly sprained my tail at the idea of snuggles," They admit, their tone a bit rueful, and maybe even a tiny bit embarrassed, but not remotely regretful, "But it sounds like he hasn't gotten any rest for a while, so I say we try operation 'go snuggle with our biggie until he gets some damn sleep.' What do you think, beloved?"

"I am all for it." Magnus coos, cuddling into you and pressing kisses to the underside of your chin. "M' cute lil fluttery magpie. But be careful with the tail love, don't hurt yourself."

[whistlingstarlight]

Sandy Rass my beloved✨

[babypatrolphilosopher]

Vrundawan Laage Mane Whalu, Raasraman Kaanna Ne Kaaj

Here Kaka describes his love for different forms of the Divine. Vrindavan is dear to me because of the one who performs Rass (dance) there, my beloved Krishna. And the sand there is dear to me because the Gopis (Krishna's friends) walked on it. Ayodhya is dear to me because of Mother Sita's consort Raghunandan Ram. And the sand there is dear to me because Mother Sita walked on it. Calcutta is dear to me because Of Mother Kaali. And the sand there is dear to me because Ramkrishna Paramhans walked on it. Tantaniya Dhara is dear to me because of Mother Khodiyar. And the sand there is dear to me because it reminds me of her. Chontila's mountain is dear to me because of Mother Chamunda. And the sand there is dear to me because it reminds me of her. Virpur is dear to me because of Jalaram Bapa. And the sand there is dear to me because it reminds me of him. Girnar is dear to me because of Dutt Bhagwan. And the sand there is dear to me because of all the masters who live there. Disha is dear to me because of Mother Siddhamibke. Because here she fulfills her devotees' wish and resides in her pure form.

https://www.kakabhajans.org/bhajan/?id=1530

[hishound]

He wasn’t in the presence of his once dear friend, Rass, anymore. That much was clear to him now. He was in the room with a vicious, snarling, animal who looked like they had run out of options and were desperately clinging onto what little power they had left. At least he could understand what that was like. He felt it constantly in the Antimatter world.

Omega glanced to Victorious, realizing how right he was. Things had changed, but most of all – Rassilon had too. Nothing was the same as he remembered it. He was in a different world entirely and now he would have to try to learn to navigate in it. He didn’t flinch, not one muscle, not one bit, even as the Lord President got closer to his face, yelling at him. The Engineer remained still, having billions of years of practice at it. He wouldn’t give Rassilon the  reaction he wanted, the satisfaction of seeing how it hurt to see him this way– to have him speaking to him in such a manner. He wasn’t like the others. He was his equal, and always had been. So, he would behave like it. “I hear you, Lord President, loud and clear. I’ve spent centuries learning not to trust others so easily.” That was definitely a sly call-out to Victorious. “But you can’t ignore those who have been loyal to you, and still are. Even the ones who have gone to great lengths, almost sacrificing themselves in the process just to secure Gallifrey!”

After all, that was their original mission. Their dream. Their goal. For Gallifrey.

“I took a calculated risk when I boarded the Eurydice, but I didn’t expect for it to go wrong.” Omega couldn’t help the crack in his voice slightly, the pain from saying such words. “Rass, I don’t know what’s happened or what’s going on, but you can’t tell me that my sacrifice was for NOTHING! That I spent centuries clinging onto existence with only my will alone…FOR THIS!”

Now the rage was bubbling inside him. He knew he had entered a dangerous point, but it didn’t bother Omega. He knew Rassilon as much as he knew himself. “Your servant is right though, I called out and he was the only one who managed to hear me…and he did right by bringing me here. Gallifrey needs me as much as it needs you…but you can’t take the weight of everything all by yourself.” No one could. He knew better than anyone how it could drive one mad and irrational.

What have I done?

The thought filled Victorious with an icy sort of dread, rooting him to the spot on the floor where he knelt, as he watched the titanic clash of Gallifrey’s founding fathers.

Rassilon’s fist closed around Victorious’ throat, and he let out a strangled, half choked sound of frightened protest as the Gauntlet closed around his neck. He struggled reflexively for a moment, hands scrabbling desperately at the metallic armor, trying to prize away Rassilon’s fingers as he stared up into the man’s manic blue eyes.

“A dog has no thoughts but of pleasing his master,” The Hound choked. “Am I not your most faithful, your beloved right hand? Is my very name not an extension of yourself? A testament to your glory? I own no self beyond you, my Rassilon, I am named your creature through and through...” Something shifted behind those brilliant molten eyes, a silent acknowledgement passing between the two men. “You know I think of nothing but you.”

Victorious’ golden eyes flicked back to Omega, speaking to him in half-veiled terms. “I was only able to free Lord Omega, because of you, Rassilon. I never could have accomplished it as I was, before I became The Victorious and learned the mastery over time I now possess -- it would never have been possible for me without you, not even over multiple lifetimes... I knew that nothing would bring you greater satisfaction, greater peace of mind than to have him back... I did not act out of doubt... but from belief...” And even as he struggled for breath under Rassilon’s crushing hand, he smiled, glancing between the two founders. “Think... What bliss,” he hissed, the sycophantic words painting new realities in the air -- for he was, if nothing else, a master silver tongue, “To stand triumphant over the whole of this Universe. Masters of Time and Space. The eradication of your greatest enemies from history itself, and to stand in such glory with your best friend, your greatest and most faithful ally by your side. Rassilon and Omega, as it was always meant to be... and ever shall, from now into eternity...”

He hit the floor at an awkward angle as Rassilon finally dropped him, collapsing to the tiles, his injured left** arm crumpling beneath him. Victorious’ whole body spasmed in pain as the flesh damaged by the anti-matter-verse seized agonizingly. He had to bite down on his tongue until the blood began to fill his mouth to stop himself from screaming, and for a moment, he lay on the ground, desperately sucking in air and trying to stop his body from shaking with the pain of it all. It was humiliating. All of it. Everything he had suffered, everything he had done... It wasn’t as if he wasn’t used to managing Rassilon when he was in these moods, it certainly was not the first time, nor would it be the last that he found himself so brutally under his master’s thumb. But these breaks between them had almost always occurred in private, behind the safety of closed doors. Now... with Omega here to witness it all... Fury and shame burned in Victorious’ chest and stomach, and he forced himself to concentrate on the agony in his arm instead, to keep the sudden rising surge of emotion from showing on his face. All the same -- ever faithful -- he forced himself to stand as Rassilon snapped out the order, and he looked to Omega, his expression neutral, his mind making rapid calculations.

The Hound of Rassilon was many things, but a fool wasn’t one of them. Even as The Doctor, his mind had always been his greatest asset -- clever and crafty, refusing to accept any obstacles, or that there was any puzzle he might not be able to solve. Strategy and Subterfuge. These were his greatest strengths as a lieutenant, and his masterful command over being able to see the world around him from every possible angle, to hear the way the wind was blowing and twist its breezes to his advantage at every turn were his greatest gifts. He had planned for everything. Every inevitability of this meeting... except for one. His own surviving it. Now his mind was working to sift out a series of new futures he had not anticipated ever seeing. If Rassilon and Omega reconciled, and stood side by side... Or if Rassilon refused to give up power, leaving Omega as his second, where would that place him? If the two titans turned on one another... If one destroyed the other... If one slipped into darkness, or apathy, jealousy, or lust, or greed... Already he could feel the tides and balances of power beginning to shift, struggling to birth themselves. A thousand, billion different futures. He hadn’t expected to see any of them... But now... Now... He would have to play this carefully. Hold onto his life, and stretch the balancing act between these two living gods just a little longer... walk the line between making himself an enemy to power, or spending an eternity as Rassilon’s whipping boy.

He moved toward Omega and, careful not to place himself between the two founders, bowed to the rescued Timelord. “I place my life in Lord Omega’s hands, as I do yours, my lord,” Victorious said diplomatically. Walk the line. Carefully. “For now I owe that life to his wisdom and to your good graces. And so long as it pleases my Lord Rassilon, I pledge myself in allegiance to his Omega in all his majesty.” His golden eyes met Omega’s as, instead of kneeling as he had for Rassilon, Victorious bowed deeply and reverently to kiss the founding father’s hand. “Rassilon’s Hound is yours to command, my lord.”

Victorious stepped back, hesitating for an instant as he watched the two founders, the gears turning visibly in his mind. “If I might be so bold,” he offered gently, “If it is certainty my Lord President seeks... There is a fact, long since lost to time... even I have not been able to dig it up in my long researches into Lord Omega’s history... but it would be something known between the two of you.” Victorious turned to look at Omega, his expression softening, but wary. “It is my understanding that ‘Omega’ is a name that was given to you, as the name of Hound was given me... There is no record of any title or name that might have come before... But am I correct in assuming that... if such a name did exist... it would be one our Lord President would recognize, and could take as surety of your true identity?”

@rassilcn

“When you see @rassilcn, don’t be surprised or offended if he takes a moment to recognize you, or accuses you of being some sort of charlatan,” Victorious said, straightening the fabric of Omega’s robes beneath the ornate metal of the founder’s armor. He was micromanaging, and he knew it, but the little voice at the back of the lieutenant’s mind refused to quiet. After everything he had done, all the risks he had taken, this had to go perfectly. “He loves you well, but for him, you died nearly a billion years ago, and he has been nursing that hurt all this time. I couldn’t risk telling him my plans in case I failed, so he won’t be expecting you... Luckily for you, I have never failed Rassilon in anything. Unlucky for both of us that the man hates surprises... You might just change that, though...”

Victorious stepped back, studying his handiwork critically. The new body he had loomed for Omega to inhabit was still holding up. They had passed the critical threshold... the transference of Omega’s consciousness and will from the form he had been left with in the anti-matter universe into the physical form Victorious had so carefully built for him would hold. He had been, in essence, reborn.

“At least you look the part,” Victorious muttered, running a hand through his dark, spiky hair. “This was the closest approximation to your previous regeneration as I could manage... There aren’t many references in the old texts to your appearance. Well. Nothing reliable anyway.” He handed Omega the helmet to his re-created armor. “Then again, what difference does a new face really make to a Timelord? Once Rassilon accepts you, it will be almost as though you never left...”

His golden eyes flicked to meet Omega’s, his lips pressing into a thin line. For an instant, there was something almost bitter about his expression. But the look was gone almost as quickly as it had arisen. “You can have your triumphant return, your joyful reunion with your best friend, and your revenge against me all in one... as I told you before, all you need to do is tell Rassilon exactly who it was that left you imprisoned in that other universe, and he’ll take care of the rest in a method as spectacular as it will be satisfying to witness. I know you have no reason to trust me after our... previous encounters, but I would like to take this final opportunity to point out, I am of much better use to both of you alive...” He glanced over his shoulder at the doors to Rassilon’s chambers. “... but seeing as how I’ll most likely be dead at the end of this conversation... you should know that your chambers have already been laid out. You’ll find them almost exactly the way you left them, with a few modern adjustments added for your comfort. Don’t trust anyone on the Council. Those that aren’t vipers are fools, and all of them will seek to use your ignorance of recent history and your relationship with Rassilon to their advantage. To that end, you’ll find that I have laid out in your study everything you need to know about Gallifrey and the Time War since you’ve been gone. Dates, names, the triumphs and the massacres, every order and counter-command that has been given, and all their consequences therein. Facts. Unbiased, and pure, so that you may make your own conclusions about the state of this planet and her people...”

He looked back to Omega, and his expression unreadable. “Gallifrey is bleeding,” Victorious told the other Timelord frankly, “She is weeping. All the stories I have ever heard about you state that you are the only one who has ever had any sort of influence over Rassilon... the only person who could challenge him, match him, change his mind... The friend you knew is... changed. Now more than ever, he requires... balance. An equal. For the past thousand years that I have served him, I can honestly say that I have been the closest thing to a companion that Rassilon has had... and I doubt he sees me as little more than a pet. Not even his daughter has any sway over him... But if anyone can bring Rassilon back to himself, all our stories say that it must be you. That is why I have brought you back. No matter what happens from here on in, no matter the cost, no matter how much it hurts, you will save him. That is what this world needs from you, Omega. This war must end. Rassilon is the only one with the power to end it. You are the only one with the power to make him find a reason to. ... I just pray I haven’t thrown my life away over a fairytale...”

Victorious gave Omega one final glance, fighting to push down his anxieties, before he turned and strode into Rassilon’s chambers. And there Rassilon stood, in his usual place, poised by the window, his back turned to the doorway, and oh it could not have been more perfectly staged had Victorious orchestrated the entire affair himself. Which he very nearly had.

“Rassilon...” Victorious gently laid a hand on the Lord President’s forearm drawing his attention and, foregoing the more traditional greeting of fealty, slipped in close enough to kiss the taller man warmly. After all, why not? The moment Omega revealed his previous encounters with The Doctor, Victorious’ life was as good as over -- he would take every liberty he could in the time he had left. “I’ve arranged a surprise,” Victorious hummed, stepping back with a smile, and glancing over Rassilon’s shoulder, beckoning Omega into the room.

“There’s someone here to see you...”

@omegatheengineer

[greyias]

So far, so good over here *knocks furiously on wood*, things have held up thus far in the cold. Yesterday I was able to finish writing chapter 2 of the long dormant Outlander!Theron fic, which felt like an accomplishment after five years of writer's block. Thanks to a pot of my beloved tea, today I was able to expand my beat sheet out to skeleton outline two more chapters. I count that as good progress, and will happily see where the muse leads me tomorrow next.

I'm not sure yet if I'm going to wait until I actually finish off a full first draft of this one to start posting like I did with Chance Encounters, or maybe do more of a "post as I go" type scenario. I think I'll probably at least wait until I get the full bones down of the beast, that way I don't wind running up against an unexpected road block like with that other unnamed story.

But since I've been productive and whatnot, I think I shall boot up into a game. It's been a few days since I powered poor Ben through content in his quest to flirt with Rass. You would think with Double XP, that I'd spend my time creating or leveling a new baby toon. But the hearts wants what it wants I suppose.

[cawsceries]

your ocs 🔫 tell me everything and anything you wanna share

HI CRYPT i have a lot :]

so i have four main guys with an actual storyline (avry arlo rass rocks). technically five but the fifth doesn't have a name yet so we're not talking about her. and then i have funky little guys (moth, some other clones who i havent posted, and my newest guys cobra and lio!!)

avry is in her early twenties! she was knighted roughly a month before the clone wars began and wasn't supposed to lead a battalion at first. the jedi master who was going to lead the 409th battalion was several weeks away from kamino as the clone wars started, though, and avry was temporarily assigned to the 409th because she's closer and there isn't time to wait.

this temporary assignment is when she first met arlo, who at the time was a captain. in their third or fourth battle, the LAAT/i that was carrying arlo was shot down and his helmet was knocked off in the crash. avry lifted the rubble of the LAAT/i off of the survivors of the crash using the force-- if she hadn't been there, arlo probably would've bled out from his head injury before anyone managed to get to him.

shortly after this, the jedi master in charge of the 409th finally arrives! she's an older rodian training her second padawan, rass. she and avry's master are padawan siblings. avry leaves the 409th in the jedi master's capable hands and is assigned on several small relief missions.

of course, a few months later the 409th has an encounter with general grievous. the jedi master does not survive, but she does make sure rass will make it out alive.

avry is in the area, so she returns to the 409th. rass is supposed to go back to the jedi temple but they can't fathom leaving all of the clones they've befriended and fought beside-- they've already lost their master. so avry (impulsively) offers to take rass on as her own padawan.

and. well. this solves some problems. this also creates more problems. avry is already absolutely terrified about being responsible for a battalion. now she's also responsible for rass as well, who's basically her little sibling. she's not prepared for either of these things, but she's good enough at faking it so she's not going to think about it too much because she might break down and there isn't time for that. she can process everything when the war is over and everything goes back to normal.

she's very good at convincing herself that things will go back to normal.

arlo is doing better overall-- he's been promoted to commander (the original commander died a few weeks after avry left). he has a lot of confidence in avry. between avry saving his life early on, and the jedi master's competence and poise, he's a little ridiculously loyal to the jedi.

he's also a little bit blind to avry's flaws.

hold on. about arlo's pronouns: she is not thinking about her gender in universe until pretty late in the clone wars. i swap between she and he because she will end up using she/he pronouns.

rass meets rocks when their first master is still alive, while scouting out a droid factory. rass is leading rocks' squad and there are droids coming their direction. rass asks the clones if any of them have something that rass can throw to distract the droids. rocks hands over a rock. a few minutes later rass asks for another object. rocks hands over another rock. he has at least ten more.

rass nearly compromises the mission by laughing at the fifth rock produced. after this rass and rocks are inseparable. rocks, who is about an inch and a half shorter than the average clone, is delighted that he's no longer the shortest person he knows.

rass and rocks are my beloveds i love them dearly.

i also have a fair amount of info about avry here and some assorted info about all of these guys here

beyond my "main" four, i have moth (can be summed up by this and this) and cobra (very new guy. hes living his best life. having an affair with lio.) and lio (full name lio veniid. senator. a bit pretentious. not very significant politically. extremely disappointed by cobra's lack of appreciation for wine, has made it his goal in life to change this. its not working very well so far but they're both having a great time)

also fun fact: i have a curse in which i am incapable of drawing arlo's scar correct on any full piece. it's on the left side of her head. (forgot it) (flipped the canvas too many times)

[kakabhajans]

Here Kaka describes his love for different forms of the Divine.  Vrindavan is dear to me because of the one who performs Rass (dance) there, my beloved Krishna. And the sand there is dear to me because the Gopis (Krishna's friends) walked on it. Ayodhya is dear to me because of Mother Sita's consort Raghunandan Ram. And the sand there is dear to me because Mother Sita walked on it. Calcutta is dear to me because Of Mother Kaali. And the sand there is dear to me because Ramkrishna Paramhans walked on it. Tantaniya Dhara is dear to me because of Mother Khodiyar. And the sand there is dear to me because it reminds me of her. Chotila's mountain is dear to me because of Mother Chamunda. And the sand there is dear to me because it reminds me of her. Virpur is dear to me because of Jalaram Bapa. And the sand there is dear to me because it reminds me of him.  Girnar is dear to me because of Dutt Bhagwan.  And the sand there is dear to me because of all the masters who live there.  Deesa is dear to me because of Mother Siddhamibke. Because here she fulfills her devotees' wish and resides in her pure form.  

[caustic-crow]

time to add my own lil things:

The love letter you get from torian after he proposes where he admits he missed every single target on the practice range before he proposed to you because he was so nervous

Everything about the ridiculous pirate lines you can use on Rishi

The smuggler telling Vitiate he has a small dick because honestly that deserves a second mention

The way the lil bd inspired pet jumps around while you're standing still

SW storyline Balmorra "I'm putting you out of my misery" "but what about my misery?"

When scourge returns and hes not used to emotions and just starts. Destroying shit.

The fact that Vette named what's basically a machine gun spewie

Senya telling Gault to shut up as Vaylin

I repeat: everything about Rass Ordo

The little run the Inquisitor does when they first get their ship

Vector. Just Vector.

Torian walks around calling you "wife" and "sweetheart" in front of everyone all the time. (Thats MY WIFE energy)

Building on that, Mandalore's Revenge chapter when you reunite with a romanced Torian and you see him and he calls you beloved and you can grab him and kiss him and shae goes "I take it you two know each other"

How in Onslaught Doc tells everyone to go stop evacuating when the JK shows up because his wife is so badass

Also when Nadia sasses the HELL out of Doc ("That was before we got to know him")

The fact that there's a Khem romance. How ridiculous said romance is objectively. I think its hilarious

Major Anri

i feel bad so im going to make a list of all of my favourite things about swtor. feel free to add anything good on

the fact that if you play as smuggler!outlander, the catalyst for the ultimate death of eternal emperor valkorion was skavak stealing your ship

the fact that the smuggler can flirt with valkorion

the fact that the smuggler can tell valkorion that he has a small dick and it pisses him off so much that he destroys a planet

the consular putting on a british accent when pretending to be a sith

the inquisitor putting on a… non-british accent when pretending to be from the republic

the inquisitor’s story as a whole having next to nothing to do with the war and just being the inquisitor making one bad decision after another to keep them alive in the immediate future

lana beniko writes poetry

lana beniko also thinks it’s funny to act menacing towards jedi just for the lolz when theyre on the same team

quinn making a huge deal out of his betrayal, then getting defeated immediately and asking the sith warrior not to tell the rest of the crew about what happened

lana being the big bad sith lord who makes sure that theron is taking breaks and tells him not to overwork himself

zenith’s first solution to every obstacle being to do something morally reprehensible, delivered completely deadpan to a horrified jedi consular

in echoes of oblivion, the outlander annoying scourge by asking why his ship is so big

ls!jaesa trying to pretend to be dark sided to pierce and his response being ‘yeah, you’re vicious’ in a tone that shows he does not, in fact, think that she is vicious

satele keeping a picture of theron as a teenager in a locket

the ghost of darth marr apparently telling satele to offer the outlander a meal when they come to her campsite

the ghost of darth marr hanging around with satele for 5 years, in general

lana being one of the most logical people in the alliance, and the confusion this causes in republic-aligned characters

gault beating lana at cards

the f!consular outlander giggling when she tries to scare theron on iokath

the fact that you can flirt with theron’s father in front of him

rumours of arcann reuniting orphans on nar shaddaa and also operating a pleasure barge on hutta

valkorion’s entire family getting to beat him up

ashara defining her own beliefs and being okay with the fact that she doesnt fit in with ‘jedi’ or ‘sith’

the outlander coming back just at the right time to ruin all of the shroud’s plans, and being completely unaware of the fact that theyve angered them

that glitch with ds!jaesa where if you romanced theron youd get a threatening mail from her, regardless of your class, alignment or prior relationship with her

[isleofancients]

Rasse's answer just makes them smile more.

"if you didn't, I would definitely be protesting," they assure their mate, still watching the pair. "and we're on our way back now, so you'll get to call those kisses in soon."

Bells nuzzles, shifts away, spirals around Green, only to nuzzle again from the other side. they are trying very hard not to kiss him, whisper tag, and dart away. "you're my lover, my trusted one, and my hiding place" they whisper, the words a gentle humored frustration, "how do I resist asking you to run, and play, and chase? when my soul feels so light right now?"

again, twisting around him, and before him, and to his other side again, reaching for his hand to draw close, and kiss, the words never more than a breath to him, "I know this isn't the time, but later, please? promise me?"

"...we're also bringing friends," Blue adds, returning to Cyan scritches, "and Bells is definitely our daughter, beloved. just saying."

Green catches their hand, pulling them close for an embrace, a teasing passing kiss before he lets them spiral on.

"I promise." He smiles with his own lightness.

'Of course they are.' Magnus thinks with absolute pride, a purr audible even in his thoughts. 'I'll meet you at the door.'

[isleofancients]

They'd join the hug if they could. For now they stay in Rasse's shoulder, but they will absolutely snuggle extra with him later.

Blue knew that Umbra knew some. He'd been there when Aiden, then Happy, had excitedly used the fourth wall to allow his first real conversation, had hugged and comforted him... But the question wasn't asked them, and they don't volunteer this, letting the conversation play out as it will. Remembering too, the parts Aiden hadn't been there for, regarding damaged souls...

A soft squeeze of their beloved, not that they'd really slackened their grip yet, a wing still folded around him. It was fine. They'd be fine. Somehow.

“Dad took me out once, a little after we met, when I was real small and scared.” Umbra says after a long moment of silence, too long of a blank stare. “To one of the other universes. He wanted me to have a good time. To be a kid.”

“So he brought me to one of those human theme parks.” He says with a weak smile. “Did something to himself to disguise as a human, packed us a little bag for what he promised was a happy fun day."

“And it was, for a little while.” He sighs. “We snuck around, went on some rides and played some games. Dad stole us some food cuz we didn’t really have the local currency and taught me how to cheat some of the carnival games. Won me a cute little kitty plush.”

“It was so small it fit in the palm of my hand.” He chuckles, hugging himself, rocking on his heels. “All fluff with big, beady eyes. I loved it.”

The smile falls from his face, slowly, eyes dark and distant.

“I think we had been there a few hours, been on a few rides, when the screams started." He says, softly. "They were distant at first, but dad immediately bundled me up, grabbed our things. I asked if we should help those people and he shook his head, firm, still smiling for me. But a human face is more expressive than a skeletons. I knew something was very, very wrong.”

“He said he just needed to get me home safe.” He murmurs. “Said I was more important.”

"The screams got louder, closer, there was a big metally screech and thud and the ferris wheel was no longer in the sky, a blank space just past all the food stalls. It simply crumbled. Vanished, blue flashes of somethings big with multiple heads tossing it around before it was eaten up.”

“Dad tried to teleport us out.” He mumbles. “But it didn’t work. Burned Dad’s hand as it fizzled out.”

"Then I blinked and there was a guy behind him, materializing from nothing between one blink and the next, smiling placidly, hands in the pockets of his big fuzzy coat."

“I remember thinking it looked soft.” He chuckles weakly.

“Dad hid me behind his wings but I peeked out. The guy winked at me and Dad growled, clacking his teeth. The guy just raised an eyebrow and bared his back.”

“I felt Dad shudder.”

“They said some things and Dad’s teleporty magic suddenly worked.” He continues. “He opened up a portal small enough for me and pushed me through. Then stayed behind.”

Quiet.

“I was more important…”

"I didnt see him for a long time after that. I couldn’t count yet, but I think it was days.” He mutters. “Then he just thumped outside.”

“His bones were all open.” His voice shakes, just the tiniest bit. Huitzi approaches, silently tucking Umbra under his wings. “There wasn’t even a feather left on his back. I thought he was dead.”

“But then he twitched. And luckily I was still super strong, even as a kid.” He says, calmer, safely encompassed by his mate. “I couldn’t really tell the time either, but it was forever until he started moving, even just a bit, enough to accept food.”

“I remember him staring, for a moment, at the burn on my hand, from where I had tried to cook something after I got tired of all the dried stuff.”

"The very first thing he did was take my hand and heal me." Umbra says. "Then he passed back out."

"I think it was weeks before he could stand, and half a year before he could speak without marrow pouring from his ribs.”

“He never really talked about it after that. All he told me was that man was Io. And if I ever saw him, I shouldn’t try to fight, I shouldn’t call for help. All I should do is run far, far away.” He finishes with a drained sigh, cuddling into his mate.