#swtorpadawan wips

[swtorpadawan]

Lord Kael Nosrol Krannus was a towering Pureblooded Sith Warrior of great renown. Over the course of his relatively brief but infamous career, he had led dozens of operations against the Republic, from crushing the War Trust on Taris to freeing the Dread Masters on Belsavis. Dozens of Jedi and hundreds if not thousands of Republic soldiers had fallen beneath his blades. But it had been on Corellia where his ruthless butchery against his enemies had earned him a new epithet: The Emperor’s Wrath. He had become Vitiate’s chosen, hand-picked to eliminate the Emperor’s enemies both within the Republic and the Empire. Although the Sith Lord had never formally been named a Darth, anyone would have been foolish to think him any less deadly for that lack of title. Indeed, he had already crushed several of the most powerful Darths in the Empire, even slaying his old master, Darth Baras, on Korriban to cement his claim before going on to lead Imperial troops on Ilum and beyond.

Krannus had not been seen in over a year, not since supposedly breaking with the Dark Council and the entire Imperial hierarchy. Locating him had been a priority of the SIS for some time.

Now, Theron sorely wished that the Emperor’s Wrath had remained missing.

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Tagging! @grandninjamasterren​ @inyri​ @fallen-in-faith​ @achantersayswhat​ @miss-spooky-eyes​

[swtorpadawan]

Hmmm...

With that, he turned and headed towards the exit.

“I’m ending this battle. Now.”  

tagging whomever wants to!

WIP TAG GAME

Share the last line of your work in progress, then tag as many people as there are words in it.

thank you for the tag @saltsanford !!!

“Quinlan smiled down at Faie, safe in his arms.”

I don’t know if I have nine people to tag so uh @ssoundwavee @spacerocksarethebestrocks @milfmisspiggy @certified-anakinfucker @patchmates NO PRESSURE THO

[the-tomato-patch]

WIP Tag Game.

Was tagged by @serenofroses. Tagging: @wolfynsong @frauleiiin @d-saster-chron-cles @swtorpadawan @eorzeashan

post a paragraph, snippet, screenshot, or drawing layer of your current project! (✿◕‿◕✿) tag 5 people to post teasers of their wips too

I have so many drawing wips! Figured I'd post one of my older ones that's been on the back burner for some time.

[kemendin]

WIP Wednesday

Wandering into headcanon territory with this WIP bit because boy do I have a lot of them about Scourge!

This sort of physical contact has long been something he’s avoided, whenever feasible. Touch, like most of his senses, had been dulled centuries ago by the ritual that bound him to Vitiate’s immortality. But unlike taste, or smell, or colour - touch was not something he could simply set aside, when his very existence as a corporeal being necessitated being in contact with the galaxy around him.

Every time he held his lightsaber, or brushed the controls of a ship, he felt the dullness of his nerve endings. Every time he stepped onto Korriban and did not shiver, or set foot on Dromund Kaas and did not blink against the rain, he was reminded of what he’d sacrificed in his quest to destroy the Emperor.

Everything has a cost. This is the price of immortality.

So he’d armoured himself against the physical world, and rarely removed his gloves, and with time it became a part of him. Even after shedding the role of Emperor’s Wrath and the armour that went with it, Scourge still maintained his layers of protection, kept his distance from Caspian and his crew. The young knight had quickly learned not to intrude on the Sith’s personal space, and to his credit never questioned it - though as Scourge saw how Caspian’s manner around him shifted from wariness, to easiness, and then to something more, he could sense how needfully the Jedi wished for contact. How on the few occasions where it was allowed - when Scourge pulled the knight to his feet, or pressed a hand to the man’s body to heal an injury - Caspian would try and keep him there, for just a moment longer.

Gonna taggggg @tiredassmage @pentacass @wishing4nuclearwinter @certified-anakinfucker @swtorpadawan

[chaoticstrata]

Oh boy I got tagged in something! Thanks @kemendin! Here's something I've been working on currently, hope ya'll enjoy it! :)

post a paragraph, snippet, screenshot, or drawing layer of your current project! (✿◕‿◕✿) tag 5 people to post teasers of their wips too

Rass didn’t know what it was that drew his eyes to that particular section of the hangar. It could have been the musical laughter that caught his ear. Or the earthy scent of cologne that filled his nose. Or perhaps it was Rass’ gut telling him he needed to look over there right before he finally did, turning around and getting a good look at the Mirialan smuggler standing there. Whatever it was, their eyes met from across the room, soft lavender catching tawny brown--it sent a shiver up Rass’ spine. Those gorgeous eyes crinkled with a smile--more like a knowing smirk really--in his direction, followed by a quick wink before the smuggler went back to speaking with the Wookiee standing next to him. Rass felt his cheeks flush at the wink, not because he got caught, but because the smuggler was all sorts of pretty and had deemed him worthy enough of a wink.  If he hadn’t been waiting for Hylo to find out what ship he was escorting, he’d have gone over to chat with the man. So, imagine his surprise and utter delight when the older Mirialan started walking him in that direction. It would seem the Stars had blessed him because the smuggler was his charge. “Captain Zaberial, I got you your replacement Mando,” Hylo said, patting Rass’ arm as they approached. “Replacement Mando, huh?” Rass grinned, more than a little amused as he looked the Captain up and down, “Do I need to be worried? Or excited?” The instant mischievous grin he received from the other man made him feel even better about this assignment--the smuggler had a sense of humor, thank the Stars. Lavender eyes--wow, were they even more breathtaking up close--looked him over in return.  “Well, that depends on who you’re asking, handsome,” the smuggler said, leaning against the crates they were loading into his ship, “If it’s me, I’d say the latter, without a doubt. If it’s the Mando you’re replacing, then he’d say the former…but then again, he’s not here to say that so you’ll have to take my word for it.”

Now who to tag...and not tag the same people Kem already has. lol @eorzeashan @riachuelowii @swtorpigeons @swtorpadawan @dirthara-dalen Go my pretties!!! Show off! <3

[pentacass]

combining @kemendin's WIP Wednesday and @swtorpadawan's Six Sentence Sunday tags into...wtv this is lmao. thanks both 🙏 //

"You're not supposed to be here."

"Your point is?"

Quiet challenge in those red-winged eyes further frayed Lana's patience to a hairsbreadth. "I did not ask for your help to hunt the traitor."

Vestra's head tilted back as she barked a laugh - sharp, thorny, laced with Darth Avriss' caustic disdain. "Oh, that is cute. You think I need your permission."

Hands curled into fists, Lana took a step forward - only for the Commander to clasp her shoulder, stopping Lana in her tracks before they could raise hell in a small, enclosed shuttle.

"Your help is welcome on this mission, Avriss," Aelirra spoke cautiously, well aware of the eggshells she tread upon. "So long as you keep the peace."

"Ah, Commander," Vestra purred. "I am relieved to find someone reasonable around here."

Lana gritted her teeth when Vestra shot her a smug, taunting smirk, before turning around to settle in the pilot's seat.

// tags for either WIP Wednesday or Six Sentence Sunday, your choice! @cryo-lily @tiredassmage @intheinkpot

[izmagicallulu]

I was tagged by @sullustangin for a six sentence thing I think-🗿it’s been a while… and now I was tagged for WIP Wednesday!

Here’s a little scene from one of fics “Bound by Blood”

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“I know- I couldn’t help, but take this place in ether. Reminds me of a song I wrote and sang for you when you were younger.” Kailani turned to look at the woman who walked out from behind the engine. “Senya..” she muttered a familiar feeling of resentment and longing towards her mother flew through her body.

Those feelings that she hadn’t felt since she was a child. She debated between yelling for leaving or hugging her and never letting go. “It’s good to see you ag-“ she jerked away from her mother’s hand “Why are you here- After all this time- you appeared into my life now?” A flicker of hurt flashed in Senya’s eyes ”Kailani- I- I’m- sorry.”

“Sorry?” She repented and shook her head “I- why did you come back?”

“I’m here to stop your brother, Arcann has become oppressive and cruel. He’ll crush anyone who gets in his way.”

The room fell silent and Kailani’s eyes darted to the ground avoiding eye contact with her mother. She wasn’t sure what to say- a part of her is still in disbelief that her brother put her into carbonate for five years.



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Tagging- @cryo-lily @shynmighty @swtorpadawan @queen-scribbles @dream-of-tanalorr @serenofroses @shabre-legacy @spectrejack

[zhakyria]

WIP

Tried to clean up this section of the fic where Kahl and Zahkiel first meet. It has kinda been a struggle. My brain isn't all with it right now, but I wanted to get something worked on for Arclight beyond just worldbuilding.

Kahl’ryn left Megasecurity Ward 23 with few answers and many more questions than when he entered, but at least he knew the name of their enemy now, the Star Cabal, and he now had a lead on more information. The Shining Man had hidden a repository of knowledge somewhere on Voss. He only hoped the Voss would prove more amenable to his investigation than they were to the overtures of the Empire or Dominion. 

The stifling heat of the caldera burned his lungs and distorted the air outside the ward. Through the smoke and steam, a Chiss waited for them on the other side of the rocky bridge, their red eyes glowing in the dim light. They wore combat gear, not unlike that of Sith Apprentices he’d seen on Dromund Kaas. 

Kahl tapped his fingers against his blaster. Chiss were rarely seen outside of the Unknown Regions. Nearly all of them had returned to the Ascendancy nearly 500 hundred years previous, shortly after the last Great Galactic War. Even those that lived or worked at the edges of the Unknown Regions considered them to be a myth and most could go their whole life without meeting one. He’d only ever met one other, his oldest sister, who had been found wandering a backwater town by their father when she was 7.  

He and Vector walked across the bridge, stopping just before the Chiss. There were three faded scars around the Chiss’s left eye, and his near black hair was pulled back in a short tail. He carried a helmet under his right arm. 

“Killing you will be a shame. You have such pretty eyes.” 

Kahl mentally sighed. “Thanks, but dying isn’t on my schedule.”

“Then this should be fun.” The Chiss smirked. “I’d very much like to dance with you alone. How about you send your Joiner friend away. He can pick up the pieces once I’m finished with you.” 

“You shouldn’t get your hopes up; I’m not easy to kill,” Kahl replied.

“Oh, I don’t expect someone like you to be an easy kill. You destroyed SCORPIO, after all. But where are my manners? I am Mahz’ahki’elhn, though you may call me Zahkiel. I greet you on behalf of the Star Cabal.” They bowed, never breaking eye contact. Their smile didn’t reach their eyes. 

Kahl pulled out his blaster pistol and checked the power pack. “Let’s get this over with. Vector, head back to the ship and await my call.”

Vector nodded and looked over at the Chiss. “Beware of this one, Agent. Their aura is…strange.” He left Kahl with the assassin and headed back to the speeders.

Zahkiel’s smile widened. “Now with him out of the way, I would very much like to know, whose life am I ending today?” 

Kahl shrugged and fired his blaster, aiming for the assassin’s upper chest. Zahkiel lifted their left hand and motioned to the right. The blaster bolt went wide. 

“Tsk tsk, Agent, no need to be rude.” They slid their helmet on; it sealed into place with a soft hiss. “However, since you seem quite impatient to die….” They pulled out a double bladed lightsaber from where they had it sheathed at the small of their back and ignited the pale red and yellow blades, “...let's see just how well you dance.”

@swtorpadawan here is more progress.

[sullustangin]

WIP Wednesday

tagged by @consularmain AGES ago (sorry!! thank you for thinking of me!!)

tagging: @swtorpadawan, @vexa-legacy, @abbee-normal @thelealinhypehouse @magicallulu7 annnd @reliciron -- no pressure as ever!

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Theron was exhausted as he pressed through the doorway to his apartment.  His plan was to go straight back to his bedroom, strip down, and go to bed.  The smell of food cooking – in his kitchen – stopped him dead in his tracks.

“Hey – let myself in.  Thief got in early.” 

That voice.

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(ironically, I'm currently cooking what I imagine is being cooked in this passage)

[shabre-legacy]

WIP Whenever

tagged by @sullustangin

Tagging: @magicallulu7 @swtorpadawan @blueburds-but-swtors @dvrthncx @thedinalixlegacy

A teaser from A Pirate Wife for Me

 As he slowly drifts to a more comfortable then he’d thought he’d be awareness, he becomes aware of a few other things too. There’s a heavy weight on his shoulder and across his legs and he can’t really move without dislodging it. He slowly blinks into the low automatic lights of the cabin before closing them again. He’s on a starship. He’s on a starship because… It hurts too much to try and think now that he’s starting to wake up. 

Instead he tries to focus on the feelings and sensations of right now. The weight is warm and he feels relaxed, a soft breath drifts across his bare shoulder, because for some reason he’s not wearing a shirt while apparently sharing a bed and cuddling. He blinks his eyes a few seconds to acclimate his eyes to the low lights and turns his head to look at his bedmate. 

[ainyan]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by: @actualanxiousswampwitch

Tagging: @writerman, @sasslett, @irisopranta, @mxkelsifer, @briar-ffxiv, @swtorpadawan, and anyone else who wants to share!

This is from chapter 5 of my post-Endwalker AU for Kali/Thancred:

It was a genuine pleasure to see Raubhan and Aymeric, Kan-e-Senna and Merlwyb. Hien’s presence was a surprise, but a much welcomed one, and she was as delighted to see Lyse and Lucia as the two women were to see her. As she came to the end of the dignitaries who had approached, the orchestra struck up a tune and Aymeric took the opportunity to beg her for the first dance.

She glanced at G’raha, but the miqo’te motioned for her to agree. Caught, she slid her fingers into the elezen’s and allowed him to swing her onto the floor, feeling terribly foolish as they swirled across the dance floor.

Aymeric smiled down at her, his dark blue eyes sparkling. “I had been afraid you would not be joining us. It has been so terribly long since last we have had the opportunity to speak of things other than war and disaster.”

She gazed up, up, up; the elezen was nearly two fulms taller than her diminutive height, and gave him a sweet smile. “It has indeed; long have I missed those simpler times, when the most taxing question was where I would be traveling next.”

His eyes brightened. “Perhaps, my lady, I could persuade you to call upon me soon, that we might finish our previously interrupted dinner.”

Oh dear. She smiled, but her mind raced; Thancred had once said that he suspected that the Lord of Ishgard’s affections were less than - or perhaps more than - platonic, and she got the sense that while he said dinner, he might well mean dinner date. Still, it would be terribly churlish for her to refuse, and he was one of her dearest friends and most staunch supporters. “Ah, my Lord, you do me too much honor…”

[swtorpadawan]

But Corellan was probably the most dedicated lightsaber duelist in the galaxy. He was up at dawn (long before Kira rose), sparring with Scourge for an hour before even eating breakfast. Then, if they didn’t have a mission that day, he’d spar with Kira from the afternoon to the early evening, working them both almost to exhaustion.

He was dedicated.

(And if Kira had ever felt overshadowed by her partner, he’d more than made it up to her during their nights alone together. Lightsaber training wasn’t the only thing he was dedicated to.)

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[mysterious-cuchulainn-x]

Nine (?) People You Want to Know Better

Thanks @lykegenia for the tag!

Last Song: If singing to myself counts, it was either Stan Rogers' "Free in the Harbour" or David Rovics' "Saint Patrick's Battalion." Listening only, either something by the Great Big Sea—a great, although now retired, Newfoundland folk-rock band—or the song "Phoenix" (no, not that one) that someone made a Lord El-Melloi II's Case Files AMV for.

Currently Watching: Waiting for the next episodes of Unlimited Blade Works Abridged and Fate/Apocrabridged (both arguably better than their source material) and slowly working my way through Star Trek: Enterprise.

Currently Reading: Depending on my physical location, either The Dawn Watch, a personal and global biography of seaman-novelist Joseph Conrad, or The Watchmaker of Filigree Street, a lightly fantastical mystery set in late nineteenth-century London. The novel that still hangs around in my head a good deal is Amor Towles' A Gentleman in Moscow, about a Russian nobleman sentenced to house arrest in a Moscow hotel's attic, and one of the most enveloping pieces of writing I've encountered.

Current Obsession: I bounce back and forth between a few, but at the moment I'm mostly preoccupied by Dragon Age: Origins and the Fate series—mainly the original visual novel, Fate/stay night, and the mobile game, which at least offers ample opportunities to practice rewriting interesting concepts. Fate/Zero did Diarmuid Ua Duibhne unspeakably dirty and I have an ongoing WIP (plus several more fic concepts) dedicated to correcting that, while my BioWare brain time is frequently devoted to making sense of their lackadaisical worldbuilding—sometimes within the bounds of canon, and sometimes by assaulting canon head-on—often at the cost of actually (re)writing the fic that's all theoretically about writing.

Tagging: @swtorpadawan @the-raven-of-highever @trekking-through-life @starknstarwars @ftmshepard if anyone wants to join in on this!

[tiredassmage]

“six” (some) sentence sunday

Another week, another Sunday, another time I do not have... exactly six sentences, lol. And another lovely tag from @swtorpadawan​, ty ty!

I think the closest I have to a wip right now is a few lines of dialogue from the idea I threatened to make reality: Tyr re-imagined as a companion in the Smuggler crew! I jotted this down last night right before passing out ‘cause I figured I’d forget and never return to it otherwise kdfnladsf. (And context: going by the name Oliver Daxton, as a defected Cipher-turned-SIS operative). And assuming the Captain’s played nice with him since he’s joined the crew:

Agent Oliver Daxton: Captain, I... I wanted to apologize if I ever gave you cause for concern. After Corellia, I...

[FLIRT] You’re worried: You’ve been on my side for this long. You’re bigger than that, Oliver.

Agent Oliver Daxton: [He huffs a laugh] Was it really that obvious? Look what you’ve done to me; I must be losing my edge.

Or I’ve just gotten that good at getting to know you. You aren’t giving up on being a big, bad superspy that easily, are you?

Agent Oliver Daxton: As much as that’d please some, I’m sure, I doubt I’ll be leaving the game so easily. I think I’d miss the challenge. And someone has to give you a hard time about staying honest.

I mean it though, Captain. Thank you. For everything.

[kemendin]

WIP Wednesday

It’s TECHNICALLY Wednesday here, it totally counts >.>

One dark-gloved hand snakes upward, as Scourge strokes briefly at the tendrils twitching idly on his chin. “…Do you want me to stay, Jedi?” he asks. 

Again, frustratingly, Cas can discern nothing from how Scourge says it. His jaw tenses further as he throws back, “Would I have even asked you if I didn’t?”

The Sith blinks once, conceding this. But then he straightens, flicks his hand towards the Jedi, and asks pointedly, “...Why?”

His tone is level, but there is a new weight to it, a kind of unspoken challenge, and Cas knows instantly - this is a test. Scourge is seeking his intentions, probing for what a future together would entail, and if he does not like the answer Cas gives him - he will leave.

Cas swallows against the knot that’s moved from his chest to his throat, and stares up at Scourge. Because I feel something for you, he wants to burst out. Something deep, and frightening, and furious, and I know I shouldn’t be feeling like this about you, of all people, but I can’t help it. And if I let you go now, I know you won't come back. I’ll never get the chance to find out if someday, you might be able to feel something for me, too.

But try and say any of this, and he might as well kick Scourge out the airlock with his own boot. He can see it so clearly in his mind - the Sith’s face sharp and contemptuous, his breath thick with scorn, as he shreds Caspian’s confession with razored condemnations of sentimental fool. Have you learned nothing?

Look at me actually tagging people uhhhh @pentacass @certified-anakinfucker @swtorpadawan @hyrohkaah @tiredassmage

[sunderedazem]

(not) Six Sentence (definitely not) Sunday!

Thank you for the tags @swtorpadawan and @magicallulu7!

WIP: Crescent Moon Rising, Chapter 3

Patience. 

Orgus. He sighed heavily, but- his master was right. He needed patience. He couldn’t rush ahead out of guilt, or frustration, or even blind compassion. For even if his skills were sharp and his connection to the Force strong beyond many of his peers and seniors, he was still learning to know himself. And the more he tried to rush, the less quickly he’d learn, and the longer it would take for him to be able to truly help the people of the galaxy.

There was a sudden puff of his master’s amusement through the echoes of their developing bond, like the gentle wind tangling his white fringe into a blizzardy mess on his head - and it curled fondly about him, prickling with the finest hints of exasperation. Corrain blinked owlishly into the roaring flames, nonplussed by the response- and then startled in surprise when Ranna’s hand landed solidly on his shoulder, her expression wobbling with concern.

Tagging: @fenrisprime2003 @ipreferfiction @sith-shenanigans @fireolin @voiceofthetraveler @starwers @plotbunny-bundle @borealtwilight @darthcatboy and anyone else who sees this and wants to do a (not) Six Sentence (not) Sunday!