#tiredassmage

[captainmortuem]

SWTOR Secret Santa 2023

My giftee was @tiredassmage

I know you said you were in love with the Agent, but I fell in love with the idea of the relationship between your Knight and Warrior. I tried my best to get their personalities based off of the tagged posts and character bios, as well as playing into a bit of that in-between from begrudging alliance to blossoming friendship that (as far as I could tell from all the posts I was reading) would take place right around the time of Shadow of Revan. Not as cold as Ilum may have been, but not yet so devoted as during the KotXX story. Like seriously, I spent three hours looking at their character tags to try and figure them out.

Bonus for some of my own SWTOR OCs thrown in there, and a few of yours who don’t really take to the foreground. I sincerely hope you enjoy all 1,134 words.

The hideout on Rishi had become… crowded. To put it nicely. Barring the fact that four, or more apt would be “three and some broken up metal pieces of a droid” of their group was out galavanting around the planet while the notorious pirate captain of the Red Hulls sat in this one room that had been deemed “safe” by their Imperial and Republic associates. Six of the eight incarnations of this “captain” sat performing various leisurely tasks while the remaining two, Tyr and Evek’fezen, patrolled the outside to make sure nobody got too wise about what this mismatched group of Jedi, Sith, Spies, Troopers, and Criminals were doing boarded up in the same hut as one another. Slumo’cet’lezu and Ipah’fezen were playing a game of Sabaac off to one side, using a crate as a table and discarded baskets as chairs, and only a few times had they drawn blasters on one another with accusations of cheating. Darth Occlus and Satia sat in the corner sharing history and culture with one another, comparing and contrasting the planets they’d been to and the people they’d met in their respective empire’s spheres of influence, each thankful that the other seemed keen to avoid political banter and the usual shortcomings that topic brings. But the most curious of the bunch was the Hero of Tython and the Emperor’s wrath, not bickering or sparring with one another as one would expect with the Shield of the Republic and the Sword of the Empire so close together, instead the two seemed keen on just enjoying one another’s company. There was a kinship to be had between warriors, different banners they may wear, but of a kind all the same. The Knight had Kira standing beside him, strangely tense and the room could feel it, but the proximity to so many Sith was still a bit jarring for the Jedi after having only recently killed the Sith emperor. Plenty of reasons for tensions to be a lot higher than they seemed to be, barring the Sabaac game off to one side, but neither of them seemed to care further than their credits could get them.

“Strange how circumstances keep bringing us back together like this. It was Ilum first, yes?” Rhyst spoke up first, sitting across from Savosta in one of the few intact chairs in the room.

“Correct, Ilum was the first instance of us working together. It was a welcome reprieve when you showed the sense to assist in the destruction of Malgus.”

“It was the best choice any of us had. He was a threat to the Republic and the Empire both. Since then we’ve become… friends?”

“It is perhaps too soon to define our working relationship with words like “friendship.” A partnership, similar to that of our respective selves and the spies from either side.”

“Lana and Theron, you mean. What’s your take on them?” Rhyst asked, sitting up a bit straighter in the chair.

“You wish for a tactical assessment? They exceed where they have trained, subterfuge and deceit. Unsightly skills, but ones they see fit to use for what seems to be a great good. If there is such a thing.” Savosta sat back in his chair, fingering the edges of the lightsaber blade in his palm. The experience on Rishi had been, enlightening, if not clouding his mind further the more he thought of his supposed antithesis sitting across from him. There was a respect; respect for duty, respect for expectations, respect for somebody who has lived through battle after battle, and a strangely begrudging respect for the man that had killed his emperor. Rhystyl was a dangerous man, an oddity, how could Savosta share so much with a man who is ideologically opposed to everything he stands for?

“I don’t mean a tactical assessment, they’re both accomplished spies. I mean their relationship to one another. They are working toward the same goal, but something still doesn’t sit right. I have a feeling something is going to happen soon, something big, and I don’t know if waiting here is the right way to prepare for it. Revan is still alive, and we’ve got six of the ten people in the galaxy who could stop him just sitting in a room playing cards and talking philosophy. Does that seem right to you?”

“It is not a question of right or wrong. The spies are playing their game, let them play. A sword or a blaster is no good without a target. When we know where to go, and who to destroy, then we will go there and destroy them. If you’ll excuse me, I am going to get some air, as fetid as the air in this cove may be.” Savosta stood from his chair, bowing his head ever so slightly as a sign of respect to the Jedi before making his way outside. There was a section of the building they stayed in that was relatively flat up on the roof, and Savosta climbed his way up there to ruminate on all that had happened since Ilum, Manaan, and now the events on Rishi.

It was only a few moments before Savosta could feel another presence, one that made no effort to be hidden from him, his companion and member of the Dark Council, Darth Occlus.

“Tire of philosophy with the Jedi?” He asked, not looking up from his view over the cove and all the people within who went about their piracy and private lives without so much as a thought to what lay outside the walls of their home.

“Quite the opposite, she’s been an unusually engaging partner. But my interests currently lie with you, your conflict is more than apparent to somebody attuned to the force, like both myself and my previous conversation partner.”

“Do not presume to read me, councilman. My thoughts lie on our next steps, where we will go from here.”

“You know as well as I that I do not have a say in whether or not you are “read”, Wrath. I would be executed for saying this, but these Jedi may present an opportunity. Not for scheming and backstabbing, nor conquest and decimation.”

“Then what?”

“Unity. A potential for peace. If nothing else, at least an end to the status quo. The Galaxy cannot war with itself forever, but this small step towards an alliance could be a wind that douses the flame the Empire and Republic seem keen to keep lit. Malgus was right in his thoughts, if not wrong in his actions. The Empire needs to change, the Galaxy needs to change. These companions we make now and the bonds that are being formed, those will be the seeds for a bright and unusual future for everybody.”

“But first Revan.”

“And many more, Wrath. Many, many more after.”

[borealtwilight]

stillness & hair for oc(s) of your choice <3

Stillness: Answering for Artemis-B312

It tends to vary. There are times where Artemis is more restless, and so she shifts fractionally in her seat or on the spot, her body is tense and poised for flight. This is when she’s apprehensive about a particular situation, or she has more energy and needs to do something to wear herself out.

At other times, she can hold herself so still so as to seem like she’s a statue— not moving, only the faintest indication that she’s breathing and blinking. This is thanks to her training and skill as a marksman and hunter, and it can be unnerving to some to witness.

Hair: Answering for Iskra ’Charulam

Before Iskra lost her adoptive father, she tended to wear her wavy black hair loose and about her shoulders, or tied back in a ponytail whenever she was working on something or training.

However, after her father disappeared ( and was perhaps later killed; she certainly believes him dead ), she began to wear her hair longer, and shaved her head on one side. As well, she dyes it royal blue, the same colour as N’thasan’s armour had been after he broke away from the Covenant, to honour his memory.

[jb-nonsense]

Six Sentence Sunday

that I missed posting yesterday

Tagged by @tiredassmage

Pulling from an old WIP I'll be starting up again soon, featuring Nievys Xavy and Rees Dival

Crossing her legs, she settled back and waited. It was perhaps less than a minute until someone sat across from her. Her eyes trailed up from the ring on her finger, first taking in the dark, well kept boots and black trousers. The next was the belt; brown but there were hidden parts an untrained eye would miss, perhaps carrying devices he could use. A red jacket was over a dark, button up top with a black, loose fabric around his neck. Definitely dressing to impress but still prepared for the worst. He leaned back in his seat as Nievys finally settled her eyes on his face, resting one arm on the back of the booth and examining her.

Tagging @eorzeashan, @atlanta--airport, @carterashofficial to post something if you have anything to share! And anyone else too! Tag me to read it!!

[chissgendered]

The ImpInt breakroom is notable for many things, including the eccentric personalities of the employees and the depressing state of the ration bars they seem to have a near endless supply of.

This took a while, but it was pretty fun! I spent a while making the random posters lol.

Credits under the cut!

Alright! Credits, left to right starting from the back;

En'nead by @nooneexpectsthesithinquisition

Pravin by @monocytogenes

Kirozi by @dishonored-pendletwin

Reanden by @keldae

Tyr by @tiredassmage

Front from the left;

Exzara by @chokit-pyrus

Dot by @thatsushichick

Nine by @ishallobservethis

Ezrabren Egge by friend who has no socmed

And my guy (not even facing the camera) Arexxar

CAT GUY ON THE BLUE WANTED POSTER IN THE BACK; cathar version of Corvus by @nullvoidface

Please tell me if I made any mistakes with who I tagged and whatnot! Thanks for sharing your galactic sanitation workers with me 🙌 I hope I didn't make too many colouring mistakes 😅

[frauleiiin]

SWTOR SECRET SANTA 2023

The event is officially over, thank you SO much for participating regardless the rushed circumstances. Hope you all had fun and if I'm still around on Tumblr by that time, see you next year for the next secret santa!! Now here's the credit of all artists and writers + the links to their gift. Enjoy!

Artists

@outcastcommander to @justiceforc3po : Vada & Lana

@onedismay to @riachuelowii : Vector Hyllus

@parseolegacy to @sullustangin : Eva & Theron

@jukkariart to @thelealinhypehouse : Ain'res

@radetzkymarch to @zelsisi : Zelsisi

@alekosx to @zephhhhh : Agent & Lyyran

@hoiist to @moonvoidpng : Moonri'ya

@eydika (ishallobservethis) to @onedismay : The Inquisitor & Khem

@lanabenikosdoormat to @radetzkymarch : Flayr

@sheyshen to @dirthara-dalen : Ligastar & Theron

@femurs-vectivus to @vagabond-pinky : Fin

@thelealinhypehouse to @hoiist : Vii

@zephhhhh to @lordbarroomdoor : JK & Doc

@diazuk-legacy to @vexa-legacy : Khano

@vagabond-pinky (vagabond-art) to @jukkariart : Erin

@riachuelowii to @femurs-vectivus : Eiexi

@vexa-legacy to @the-tomato-patch : Rhiasen

@levedor-legacy to @parseolegacy : Akk'rai

@moonvoidpng to @geekwithacuriousmind : Surian

@the-tomato-patch to @queen-scribbles : Kementari & Jorgan

@justiceforc3po to @nekorinnie : Evorurt

@nekorinnie to @frauleiiin : Yuthuura & Andronikos

@mandoart to @lanabenikosdoormat : Jed Solaris

@frauleiiin to @mandoart : Nino

Writers

@zelsisi to @outcastcommander : How To Properly Kill An Amperor... With Your Problematic Sibling

@queen-scribbles to @ishallobservethis : Breather

@captainmortuem to @tiredassmage : SWTOR Secret Santa 2023

@sullustangin to @levedor-legacy : SWTOR Secret Santa 2023

@dirthara-dalen to @captainmortuem : Life Day

@lordbarroomdoor to @alekosx : SWTOR Secret Santa 2023

@tiredassmage to @sheyshen : SWTOR Secret Santa 2023

@geekwithacuriousmind to @diazuk-legacy : Servant Two Begins to Question

[spacelingart]

[C] Leo Ashold

Chunky sketch commission for @tiredassmage!!

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Timelapse! 👇

[swtorpadawan]

Fighting the Zakuulans on his own? Without the support of the Jedi? For a Republic that had all but surrendered? Tyzen had been terrified. But he couldn’t give up. He had to keep fighting for those who couldn’t flee or protect themselves. If not on Tatooine, then on a hundred other worlds. Because he knew that the Hero of Tython wouldn’t have given up.

Tagging!

@serenxanthe @relevant-url-incoming @fleeting-sanity @corruptlight @queen-scribbles @wondrouswendy @sullustangin @hunnybadgerv @starettethestar @ospreyeamon @the-tomato-patch @rhomellegacy @kartaylirsden @tiredassmage @kemendin @thelastenvoyyy @gardeningthegalaxy @anchanted-one

[fatewalker-phoenix]

Febhyurary Day 5 - Companion

Before there was love, there was friendship, and before that was quiet companionship, between two souls seemingly bonded only by their common title of Warrior of Light...

(featuring @tiredassmage's beloved Astor)

[kemendin]

OC Questionnaire

Tagged by @sweetearthandnorthernsky, thanks!

Gonna answer these for BG3 Dhamari:

1 - Does OC have recurring themes in their nightmares? Why? Are they aware of the 'why'?

This is such opportune timing on this because I was just musing over Dhamari’s nightmare situation the other day!

Does ‘trauma’ count as a theme? Cos he’s got a lot of that - mostly unacknowledged - from his life in the Underdark/drow society. But there’s an added twist now, which was unintentional on my part until I decided to just run with it - he also has prophetic dreams. The most concrete example is from my fic, where among other things he dreams about what it might be like if Gale were to use the orb and blow himself up.

The catch is, Dhamari only dreams of possibilities, of potential futures, nothing definite. And these potentials are usually so tangled up with events from his past or just random brain imagery, that Dhamari doesn’t recognise them for what they are. Occasionally, something will happen and then he’ll remember he dreamt of it weeks or months back, and he’ll sort of squint internally and then go ‘nahhh coincidence’ and carry on without dwelling on it. He’s not much of an overthinker xD

I haven’t yet decided if this is an effect of being tadpole’d, or if it’s more of a general Dhamari thing. But either way I like the idea of him having these bare glimpses of the future and not being aware enough to do anything about it :3

2 - If your OC was to overhear their name in a conversation; what would they assume the conversation is about? Why? Is this assumption accurate?

I don’t think Dhamari would pay much attention honestly. If it’s anyone in the majority of the party, especially early on in the game, he’d likely assume it was something negative about him, given his normal demeanour and behaviour (unfriendly, and he’s well aware of it).

Later, if the speaker is someone whose opinion he actually cares about - Gale, of course, or perhaps Wyll or Jaheira - he’d actually make a point of closing his ears to the conversation, because overall he’d still assume it was something negative about him and he’d rather not hear it. His faith in someone else’s good opinion remains extremely fragile for quite a while, and when he finds it, he’s fearful of having it tarnished. But hey, Dhamari, you should listen in more often - you’ll hear a lot more good about yourself than you expect.

3 - There’s a spider, cockroach, silverfish, or some other nasty bug in your OC’s house/room/apartment/etc.! How do they deal with it? Do they squish it? Capture it to release it outside? Scream and run for the hills? Leave it? Something else entirely?

Growing up in drow society means it’s still deeply ingrained in Dhamari to not harm spiders. If one of the larger varieties attacks him, his survival takes precedence, but if it’s just a little one creeping around, he’ll ignore it. Other bugs and pests he’ll squish freely without a second thought, he’s not squeamish at all about that.

My questions!

1. What is your OC’s preferred/favourite environment? Bustling or serene, filled with people or totally alone? Do they like being out in nature or surrounded by technology etc? Do they have a favourite climate/weather type?

2. What’s something your OC is often conflicted about? A choice they made, their place or purpose in the world, a relationship they have with someone, etc? How does this conflict manifest, and how do they deal with it, if at all?

3. Does your OC have an object that’s particularly important to them? Why is it special? Do they carry it with them, or if not, where do they keep it? How would they react if it were lost/stolen/destroyed?

And I shall tag: @saephrond @jacksothereye @parseolegacy @certified-anakinfucker @pentacass @skullinacowboyhat @tiredassmage

[eorzeashan]

OC Questionnaire

tagged by @thelealinhypehouse thank you!

1. Concept of Death, what's the relationship your OC have with it? Are they scared? At peace? Seeking?

Death has always been a lingering shadow behind Eight. It's followed him throughout his career as an assassin and an agent, and one could say it's been his constant companion where no living soul has ever been for him. It clings to him like a scent he can't get rid of, and so he doesn't try to get rid of it--it's a permanent sword that hangs over his head and all he associates with. However, he does seek it, nor does he try to overindulge in it where more bloodthirsty souls would. When it is time, all things come to an end, and it is his belief that death is something to be respected...even for all the grief it causes him.

2. What does their day off look like? Embracing hobby or just confused what to do with the time in hand?

A day off in Imperial Intelligence usually saw him bothering either his fellow Ciphers, Keeper, or Watcher 2; it wasn't so much as a "day off" as being on constant standby and simply waiting for the next mission. He smokes, or he sleeps, and he waits.

In his Alliance-era, he picks up more hobbies when put on forced leave, and starts to discover more to life besides the mission. His hobbies on a free day include making cheese from his twin Odux mounts and taking them out to graze. Occasionally, he'll wander Wild Space and simply explore the new cultures to be found until he's called back home.

3. Does your OC have any sickness? If yes, how do they deal with it?

Eight doesn't have any notable sicknesses besides some minor allergies, and he deals with it the wya he does most ailments: by ignoring it.

tagging: youuuuu 🫵 @tiredassmage @dieicarian @commandermahariel etc etc whoever wants to join (sorry if bothered by tag)

My Questions:

1. What was the most difficult choice for them in their career?

2. If they could choose to be someone else, who would they be?

3. What does a day alone with their significant other look like?

[captainderyn]

*looks at oc pile of buff ladies* you know what this needs? ANOTHA ONE

got around to doing a quick sketch of Morrigan, big and dumb (when not working) golden retriever of a mandalorian and her forcefully befriended agent, who she had dubbed Squishy (belonging to @tiredassmage)

They get into shenanigans, or, Mor drags Squishy into shenanigans in an ongoing attempt to teach her agent Work Life Balance and the meaning of Fun

[queen-scribbles]

@tiredassmage agdilbkjchsxh tell me about it, all the things to come from this fp, Arkady having weapons-grade puppy eyes is not one I expected. 😂 he’s already unfairly attractive, this is just. Too much. (And I’m honored he gets a dedicated tag on your blog <3)

[ainyan]

10 CHARACTERS/10 FANDOMS/10 TAGS

Final Fantasy XIV - Thancred Waters

Star Wars (Movies) - Leia Organa Solo

Star Wars (Books) - Mitth'raw'nuruodo

Star Trek - Dr. Beverly Crusher

Mass Effect - Kaidan Alenko

Dragon Age - Cullen Rutherford

Valdemar - Kerowyn

Tortall - Numair Salmalín

Wheel of Time - Mat Cauthon

Fruits Basket - Kyo Soma

Tagged by: @winternightjewels and @sasslett

Tagging: @kaerwyn-ehlcryss, @writerman, @lilbittymonster, @pangolinheart, @lilvulpix-alex, @bnuuywol, @eriyu, @thelealinhypehouse, @eorzeashan, @tiredassmage

[jb-nonsense]

I was enabled to make, as @tiredassmage put it, a twi'haw

[avame]

@tiredassmage happy belated birthday!  this man’s big blue eyes have utterly captivated me

[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