#swtor-prompts

[jdiknight]

Beloved SWTOR family, if you haven't found a prompt list for your drawtober needs yet, I have just the thing for you!

I know it's called DRAWtober, but feel free to use it as inspiration to WRITE, PAINT, WHATEVER. Any medium, so long you have fun and don't stress yourself out. 💙

psst, star wars fan. you're not home in the old republic? doesn't matter. feel free to join anyway!

[dingoat]

GLOW prompts: Water

So keen to get back into some of these glowy pieces! Noara for @kunoichi-ume has been a bit of time coming but it was so lovely to draw her at peace in her element <3 Thank you for being so enthusiastic about my art for so long!

[glorfinniell]

Jackie (our illustrious community manager) somehow found a Swtor prompt sheet on Twitter. Gotta do a few—turns out, several prompt lists caught my eye.

Thus—Day 1: Training

[saph-y]

🔮✨💀 Commission for @luciddreamsofmachines ♥

[lavampira]

wip whenever

ty @hythlodaes and @scionshtola beloveds for the tag!! passing it along to @coldshrugs @birues @this-is-ris @elvves @daggertongue @eluvixns @erielake @hylfystt @kirnet @creaking-skull @carlosoliveiraa @narrativefoiltrope @night-triumphantt @sysba @veeples @yloiseconeillants @oh-yeah-no if anyone has creative things to share <3 I’ve been working on some backstory stuff for my call of cthulhu ttrpg oc, lon, so this is a bit of that:

“So, Lonnie, tell me,” Ethan began, stretching languidly as he sprawled in the muddy grass like he was only on vacation in the countryside, not camped a mile from the nearest trench. “You have a sweetheart back home?”

“I— What?” Lon spluttered.

“Surely a handsome chap like yourself has someone.”

Lon dared to look at him more fully, keeping his face neutral as he turned his gaze on him. He was met with that damn crooked smirk once again, and he still couldn’t tell by it if he was the butt of some sort of joke with this man or if it was simply the natural state of his face. Ethan didn’t laugh, though, only watched him beneath the hand shielding his eyes from the sun, awaiting his response.

The smirk faltered, and Lon began to wonder—

No, he halted that before it could get anywhere dangerous. Other men talked about these things, he knew. Everyone needed to cling to those better memories of home, or someone to keep them going in the middle of this hell, and he was just making polite conversation.

And calling him handsome was likely just another one of those strange Ethan eccentricities.

“I don’t,” Lon finally said, ducking his face to hide the warmth spreading up his cheeks, and drew up his long legs to drape his arms around his knees. He was aiming for ease even as he felt anything but that, all too aware of his stiff movements and the gaze still burning a hole into his side. “Not for a while.”

“Shame.”

He shrugged. “How about you?”

“Likewise. It’s… difficult to find someone who matches my particular tastes.”

His head snapped back to Ethan before he could stop it, far too much of an admission than he wanted to make himself, especially without being sure that he understood him correctly. After all, what he’d said was innocuous enough. It didn’t have to mean anything more than he was too particular and eccentric, which he knew. But Lon stared at the man still gazing up at him from the grass, who jutted his chin in a show of defiance even as his dark brown eyes flashed with nerves, not backing down from his own half-confession despite the risk.

Something in his boldness caught like flame to wick within Lon because he muttered through a too-tight throat, “I know that feeling well.”

[rum-inspector]

Swtor companion gifts. Sometimes I amuse myself by looking into what type of gifts companions like

Arcann likes commissioned art, a little bit. Is it a personalized holoportrait of himself? Of you, the gifter? Or his favorite rarepair? Pet portrait of his exoboars? We don't know.

The silly part of me wants to think "personal aroma set" is akin to Axe Bodyspray just because the boy looks like someone you know who uses too much of it - but I'm sure it's something more refinedm being ex-prince and all. Is it perfume? Is it scented candles? it could be insence? Whatever it may be, he likes to smell moderately nice.

But he really likes sith opera! Quinn likes it too. They can listen to it together, To the detriment of rest of the alliance, Quinn with his tenor and Arcann's baritone they form a delightful duo on Odessen Talent Nights. Together they can hit some of the notes. Fun to watch, not so much to listen.

[eorzeashan]

it's a shame that swtor doesn't have flying mounts because the agent deserves to ride a stolen thranta. as a treat.

[inyri]

Not sure if the prompt list you reblogged was a request for prompts but if yes, consider "❛ let’s just stay here. grow old. ❜ for someone else but Nine and Theorn and/or ❛ i didn’t ask to get made. ❜ for a character of your choice.

(As requested, this is not Nine and Theron.

SWTOR. Nine and Hunter, at the end of it all. TW: violence and its aftermath.)

“That’s probably going to scar.” Hunter looks up at her, shakes her- her, even half-dead there was always one more way to fuck with her, wasn’t there?- head with a crooked half-smile. “They’ll take it away, though, won’t they? They always do.”

Blood streams down her cheek and pools at the corner of her mouth. It’d been a lucky shot, Hunter’s knife swinging wide when she’d blocked a strike that might otherwise have hit a gap between armor plates; it’d been even luckier that it missed her eye. That would have figured. The others always noticed, before, when the cuts reached her face. “I might keep it. I’m tired of having things taken from me.”

“You and me both, Cipher Nine.” She can hear the wheeze buried in Hunter’s laugh. That last hit got her lung after all, then. Good. “You and me both.”

She licks her lips, then spits onto the floor. Their blood’s all over the room already- what’s a little more? 

(Hunter had dreamed about it, she’d said, dreamed about tearing each other apart.   

She’d dreamed of it too: every shot, every slash, every fistfall a box ticked off a list that went all the way back to Nar Shaddaa, to Taris and Hoth and Quesh, every pull at her leash and every notch her collar tightened and every time, every time, every time-

Let it go, the Minister had said. Let it go, Cipher. You’re free now.

She still dreams of Hunter. Perhaps she always will.)

“We could just stay here, you know. You and me. Patch each other up. Keep the codex.” Hunter’s leaning forward now, braced on her hands, lips blueing with every word. “Grow old. They took everything from us. We deserve to win just once, don’t we?”

There’s a kolto syringe in her belt pouch. She could-

Nine’s hand spasms, fingers splayed wide and disobedient as her nerves misfire, and she thinks of Corellia, of the burns and the breaks and the shocks and her screams and of Hunter’s voice in her ear, and she lets her arm drop to her side and does not answer.

“Tell me one thing, then.” Her eyes are the same as she remembers. “Your name. The name your parents called you, the name they took from you- oh, come on-” another cough, this one bloody, veins cording in her neck. “Who’m I going to tell? I just- I just want to know.” 

She sheathes her blade, rubs at her cheek with the back of her hand. Her arm’s bleeding too, and her lower back and her right thigh, but that will keep until they get back to the ship. “My name is Cipher Nine. What’s taken is gone. That girl no longer exists.”

“Me, too,” Hunter whispers. “Me, too. You and me, Cipher. We played the game right.”

“Don’t ever-” with the pistol barrel pressed against her forehead the shot barely echoes, and Hunter’s last gasping breath goes out of her as Nine whispers back- “compare yourself to me.”

[spitzobsessed]

Swtortober day2. Light

Something about miraluka jedi and the symbolism of seeing the Light

[jb-nonsense]

Do you guys think cathar purr?

[queen-scribbles]

For the Intimacy Prompts! 27 for your choice! 😁

Some Ardrali for you <3 [27. Hug from behind] ----

Endrali's resolution to tone down on tracking people through the Force was being severely tested after she checked the third of the usual places with no sign of Arcann. She restrained herself because it wasn't like this was an emergency, it was just weird. Arcann tended to stick to certain areas of the base and she knew them all and--

There. Even with her awareness curtailed close, she could pick up the pulse of his presence in the Force. The next hallway over, one of the smaller observation decks.

What's he doing there....? She shook her head. No point wondering, she could just ask him.

He was alone, standing at the far edge of the deck, leaning against the rail to look over the canopy of trees stretching near-unbroken to the horizons below. "There you are," he said without turning around.

"Me?" Endrali laughed, crossing the deck to hug him. "I've been looking for you."

A rumbling chuckle chased Arcann's shiver at the warmth of her pressed to his back. "And it only took slightly longer than expected for you to find me."

"How long have you been out here?" She could feel the morning chill seeped into his shirt, and it made her grip around his waist tighten, pressing herself closer. "And why?"

"A couple hours." Arcann moved his hand from the rail to cover hers. The skin was so chill Endrali immediately folded his hand between hers to warm it, prompting another chuckle as he answered the second part. "I thought to have a change of scene for meditating."

She gave a faux-offended gasp. "Without me?"

"You were sleeping." He paused. "Or so I assumed. Chances for that are rare; I did not wish to disturb you."

It had been nice to sleep in, even a little bit. She couldn't remember the last time she had the opportunity. "I was, and thank you." She kissed the center off his back, grinned at the shiver that had nothing to do with their contrasting body temperatures. "And this seems to have worked well for you."

There was a sense of peace to him that, while becoming more frequent, was still too often absent in her opinion. She was glad he'd managed to find it today.

"Mm," Arcann hummed. His hand flexed in her grasp as if to curl around the one under it.

"What made you pick here?" Endrali asked idly. "Why the change from our regular spot?"

"Not many come here, it seemed a good choice for solitude. And..." he hesitated, releasing the rail and turning to face her. "I tried the clearing, but it felt... odd without you."

She cocked her head. "Honestly, I'd probably say the same." She giggled. "Funny how fast we adjust to new routines, isn't it? To people being there."

He nodded, studying her face. "Endrali, I..." A muscle in his jaw twitched. "Even with some time, it's still hard to believe it isn't a dream that you... care for me."

"That I love you, you mean?" Endrali grinned at the flush that crept up his neck. She moved her hands to rest on his chest. "It's only been a week, Arcann. Give it more time, it'll sink in." Her fingers curled in his shirt and arched a brow playfully. "And I'm always happy to reassure you, if you need it."

A wry smile curved his lips. "I've no doubt you are," he murmured. He raised his hand to cup her cheek, fingers now warm as he traced her scar. "You are better than I deserve..."

"We'll have to agree to disagree on that," she said softly, and used her grip on his shirt for balance as she pushed up on her toes to kiss him. At least until I talk you around...

Arcann leaned into it, letting her settle back flat-footed. His left hand pressed the small of her back, cool metal sinking through her shirt as they parted with matching gasps.

"Did you have need of me?" he asked, a tremor in the quiet words as they whisked warm across her skin. There was a pulse of satisfaction from him when she didn't find her voice immediately. "You said you were looking for me. Was that for a purpose beyond saying good morning?"

"Oh. Right. Yes." Endrali cleared her throat. You sure don't kiss like someone who thinks he doesn't deserve me. "There's something I need to look into. Should be able to handle it diplomatically, but just in case I can't, I wanted you along for backup."

"Of course," Arcann nodded. He disengaged from their close proximity with plain reluctance. "Allow me to get my things and I shall join you. Is this...?"

"It doesn't seem connected with the other unrest, no." Endrali shook her head. "But you never know."

He inclined his head, catching her hand to kiss the palm before departing.

She let herself follow the sense of him longer than she normally would, enjoying the feel of him... content, if not happy.

She looked forward to the day that wasn't unusual.

[alyssalenko]

Okay, so this is the first time I've decided to actually participate in Kinktober. I borrowed @starsandskies list (found here) and edited some of the Prompts to ones I know I can write well and ones that get me hot. If you want to use it, feel free (you can change whatever you want. These are mere guidelines), and if you want to tag me in the posts, that's okay too my tag is AlyssAlenkoKinktober if you want. 😀

I would love it if some of these were sent to me for (hopefully) little drabbles. The pairings I write are mainly:

sis!Ryder/Harry Carlyle

sis!Ryder/Liam Kosta

sis!Ryder/Reyes Vidal

Femshep/Kaidan Alenko

Femshep/Thane Krios

Femshep/Joker

Kaidan Alenko/Femshep/Joker

Aric Jorgan/F!Trooper

Doc/F!Jedi Knight

Vector Hyllus/F!Imperial Agent

Andronikos Revel/F!Sith Inquisitor

Carth Onasi/F!Revan

Atton Rand/F!Exile

Astarion/Tav

Halsin/Tav

Rolan/Tav

Asra Alnazar/MC

Muriel/MC

Julian Devorak/MC

Alistair/F!HOF

Anders/F!Hawke

Fenris/F!Hawke

Blackwall/F!Inquisitor

Cullen/F!Inquisitor

Solas/F!Inquisitor

And Fane/Sebille

But I'm open to other pairing requests and other kinks not listed! STAY SMUTTY Y'ALL!❤️ 🧡 💛 💚 💙 💜

[dingoat]

GLOW prompts: Jewel

@storyknitter's gorgeous Sanna and Theron, medieval fantasy au edition.

[kemendin]

what about 44 for cas and scourge?

44. “If you die, I’m gonna kill you.”

"I'm starting to rethink this," mutters Caspian, peering gingerly over the edge of the rocky precipice where he's huddled, almost on his stomach.

"This was your idea, Jedi," Scourge tells him pointedly. He too is as flattened as much as his bulk and armour will allow, his sharp eyes scanning the canyon below.

"That was before I realised how many of them there'd be." Cas jerks his chin in emphasis, as though his partner can't see the slaver camp before them, where between tents and crates and cages more than a dozen scum of the galaxy can be seen, going about their vile business. Just the sight of it makes his gut burn with anger.

"Would you like to turn around?" asks Scourge lightly, and Cas angles his head to give him a very flat look. The Sith is only goading him; they both know that Cas isn't about to leave anyone in the hands of slavers.

The Jedi huffs. "Very funny," he mutters, returning his attention to their target. He nibbles a little on his lower lip as he considers the narrow pathways of the camp, interrupted by rocky spurs and overhangs.

"Alright," he starts, "if you go from this point, and I circle around to -"

But he's interrupted by abrupt movement beside him, as Scourge levers himself to his knees, already proceeding with his own plan.

"I will clear a path for you, drive the enemy deeper into the canyon, while you free the captives and take them along the beach."

"Wh -" Cas scrabbles onto his knees as well, shuffling back a bit so that he's not such an obvious silhouette for anyone who might happen to glance upward. "Are you crazy? You're not taking on the whole lot of them by yourself -"

"Do you doubt me, Jedi?"

Cas sputters indignantly. "Of course not, I just don't want you to get -"

Further protests are lost in the gritty scrape of armour against rock, as Scourge swings himself over the edge of the precipice, landing catlike on the next ledge several metres below. Face scrunched, Cas crawls forward to cast a half-feigned glare down at his partner.

"If you die in there, I'm going to kill you," he hisses stubbornly, though the effect is spoiled by the worry furrowed between his brows.

Scourge glances up across his shoulder at the Jedi, and grins. It's a terrible, ominous curve of his mouth, teeth bared, heralding doom for anyone within his sights, and for a moment Cas almost pities them, the slavers who have no idea what's about to be unleashed.

"Not today, Caspian," Scourge assures him, his voice already thick with the anticipation of battle. "The only ones dying today - are them."

With that the Sith pivots and leaps ahead, landing just at the edge of the camp, and Cas' sigh of resignation is quickly overrun by shouts of alarm from the slavers, and then frantic blaster fire; but above it all he can hear the distinct sound of Scourge's lightsaber burning through the air, and so he just shakes his head and follows his partner's path down the rocks, hastening towards the nearest cage of slaves waiting to be freed.

[seo-changbinnies]

first day of taking the bar let’s goooo 🫡

[rinskiroo]

"I Chose You."

“Keep an eye on him,” Sao’la told Vette as they watched Malavai Quinn walk down the corridor and step into the crew quarters to deposit his gear.

“I don’t think we’ll have to worry about that stick in the mud taking extra portions or too long in the ‘fresher. Seems like a boring old by-the-book Imp to me,” Vette replied, sticking her tongue out in Quinn’s direction, though he was no longer in their sight.

Truth be told, Sao’la thought she could use someone who understood Imperial protocol and could navigate the military system for her. Perhaps under different circumstances, Quinn could have been that for her, but there was a problem. She didn’t trust him, couldn’t trust him.

The Sith crossed her arms over her chest and shifted her weight slightly as she pondered just how close to the truth she could get with her young Twi’lek companion. Vette knew that Sao’la didn’t like Baras and would openly mock and defy him, testing how much she could push him. But there was a depth of hatred and the waiting vengeance she kept hidden. Too soon to let all that out.

“I chose you, Vette,” Sao’la said, looking at her.

Vette turned towards the Sith and blinked, her large round eyes a mix of delight and confusion.

“The appropriate response for a Sith would have been for me to kill you. A fate I know Baras would have preferred. I chose to bring you with me, and you chose to stay. Quinn is here by command, and I do not believe I truly have a choice in refusing him.”

“But he said—I mean he was practically proposing!”

“Hm.” Sao’la did not offer any further explanation. She turned around and headed to her own quarters and a quiet respite. She did not miss the near giddy sound of Vette rubbing her hands together and quietly plotting the day when she’d hold it over Quinn’s head that the Sith liked her better.