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thecipherlegacy · 3 years

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12 and/or 21 for your choice? ~@dragonheart-swtor

I chose both with Arianness and Noshiir, hope you like it!

Arianness had spent the day out doing smuggling runs non stop as she waited for Toovee to contact them about her boyfriend's recovery from their last run together. It wasn't life threatening that she knew of, but he had been knocked out for over two days after an escape gone wrong against pirates. He had gotten a hard hit on the noggin and a couple of scrapes after a rough jump into hyperspace and hadn't woken up since. Toovee got the poor man into a kolto tank, but the waiting was the worst part.

"Hey, pinky" chasaadia greeted her captain as she sat up front with her. "How are you holding up?"

"Im fine" the Twi'lek responded. "A little worry won't stop me from making credits. Also, Noshiirs skull is resilient. He'll come through. I know he will. That thick skulls gotta be good for somethin." The captain smiled at her friend, but that weak chuckle was less than convincing.

"You mask your concern with humor." The large nautolan crossed her arms and gave an unamused look. "And you keep your nerves in check by working."

Arianness scoffed "what in the galaxy makes you think that, Red? Suddenly a psychology expert, are ya?" Her curt reply got no answer, so she stayed silent as well. Her hands ran over the steering console and she sighed. At one point she would have been happy to be rid of the man, but so much had changed since then and she missed his stupid jokes and his silly smile. The ship was quiet without the sounds of his tinkering echoing throughout it.

"Talk to me, Ari." Chasaadia demanded in a sisterly tone once the silence became too much. "I'm not some meathead. I know you're upset."

The smaller woman's purple eyes glanced at Chasaadia, then back down at the console. "Do you think he'll be alright? He hit his head pretty hard." Was all she could think to ask. Realistically she knew her friend had the same knowledge of Noshiors condition as she did, but the reassurance was all she needed.

A numbing silence filled the ship, then the nautolan took a deep breath. "I gotta admit, he took a nasty spill, and there was a pretty gnarly amount of blood." This earned her a sharp look. "But, I trust my Toovee with my life, and I sure as hell trust him with Noshiirs. He's in good hands." Despite how her response began, her gentle smile comforted Arianness. The Bounty hunter never was good woth being gentle, so this was surely the best she was going to get.

"Thanks Chassy. I should really put more faith in Toovee. Hes patched us up in much worse circumstances. Im sure Noshiir will be okay... I just need to not think about it"

The other womans large hand pat Arianness's shoulder "Then let's go make some credits. Toovee will call when that bonehead wakes up."

With a nod, the captain jumped to hyperspace to go to their drop off on Tattooine. Right out of the spaceport there were Jawas swarming to try and trade, which the Captain denied and Chasaadia threatened if they got too close or too rowdy. Couldn't risk the shipment being stolen or damaged.

Both women kept some wraps over their heads to avoid the heat in any way they could until they made it to the Cantina, where they finally met up with their contact, who looked seedy, but had the credits.

"Alright so you can count it. All the blasters and stims you ordered are in there." Arianness said. As the man counted, her communicator began to go off. "Chasaadia, take over for a sec." She stated before getting up and answering the call. Toovee was a relief to see. "Oh thank the force- how is Noshiir?-"

"I am pleased to tell you that he is awake and functional. He still needs rest, but everything seems to be in order, so whenever you're ready to come home-"

"We'll see you soon!" Arianness grinned from ear to ear before hanging up "He's awake, Chassy! Lets go!" She called and rushed out of the cantina before getting any response.

"He hasn't paid!" The hunter argued and watched the younger woman leave with a grunt.

"Well, guess I dont gotta pay, then" the client smirked, but was quick to change his mind when a blaster was shoved against his nose.

By the time the Nautolan was back on the ship, her captain was already getting it started up and ready to go. "So,what happened to 'a little worry won't stop me from making credits'?" She asked with a frown. "You almost didn't get paid for that shipment."

"I lied. C'mon, red. You knew that" Arianness said woth a shrug. "Now strap in. We're going home."

"Im taking a bigger cut from this one, you idiot." Chasaadia sighed again and sat down beside her "and I mean that in the most loving way."

Those purple eyes looked at her playfully as they left the space station. "I know. And you deserve it, take what you want."

This surprised the hunter,but she decided not to mention it. Arianness used to care more about a missed score or being ripped off. Her love for the zabrak had changer her priorities for the better.

The ride home was relatively quiet as Arianness was so focused on getting there fast. The moment they entered the atmosphere of Alderaan she was practically buzzing with joy.

"I've never seen you like this" Chasaadia finally said. "So happy. Its nice."

The captains cheeks flushed bashfully "oh- thanks Chassy... I'm just relieved he's okay- I mean... aren't you excited to see Toovee?" She asked as the ship was brought in to land in their hangar.

"Of course I am." The other scoffed. "But you're like a little kid on life day."

Arianness huffed and shut off the engines "I'm just... going to be happy to see him walking around again, you know?... it was my carelessness that caused his injury. I could have lost him, kinda puts things into perspective. Helps me appreciate what we have even more."

There was a brief silence, then Chasaadia chuckled fondly and stood up. "Sap." Was all she said as she walked to the airlock.

"Hey!" Arianness frowned and followed her "shut up."

They stepped off the ship to see Toovee waiting for them. He was instantly fretting over Chasaadia, as he always did after their runs. The Twi'lek waved to him as she rushed up to the medical bay, where Noshiir was standing up on shaky legs.

She smiled at the sight, but also worried since she knew he probably shouldn't have been walking yet. "And what are you doing out of bed, mister?" Her tone was like a mothers as she approached him to look the poor man over. He had fresh bandages on his head and stomach and a few bruises on his red skin. His hair was up in a messy bun, leaving some of it hanging over the right side of his face. Despite it all, Noshiir looked up at her and gave her that million credit smile.

"Damn... youre a sight for sore eyes, Captain." He said. "When Toovee said y'all were coming home i thought I'd greet you but... uh... yeah I only made it this far."

She sighed and put his hands on her hips "Put your weight on me, can't have you falling and hitting your head again, you goof" Arianness chuckled a little and held his face in her palms softly. "Nice to see those blue eyes again..." she brushed the strands of hair from his face and curled it behind his ear. "Im so sorry you got so hurt... I should've been more careful."

His brows knotted "What? Darlin.... this wasn't your fault, shit happens. I'm just grateful to be up and looking at your pretty mug again" he argued. The captain frowned and her pink cheeks tinted red.

"You flatterer." Came yet another sigh. "I love you.... never scare me like that again"

His weight shifted so their foreheads touched. "I love you too, but no promises. You know I'm accident prone."

Arianness snickered. There was truth to his words. He was clumsy and definitely drew attention in a fight. She gently guided his head lower to kiss his brow. "Then lay back down, clutz. I'll get you some lunch, I'm sure you're famished"

He smiled and relaxed into her touch before doing as he was told "Once I'm all fed maybe you can just.. lay with me a while?" He asked. The twi'lek smiled back at him and gave a small nod.

"I'd love nothing more."

#mox's ocs #my ocs #my art #mox's art #swtor oc #mox writes #oc: arianness #oc: noshiir #oc: chasaadia #oc: toovee #touch ask meme #dragonheart swtor on blog

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vespertine-legacy · 4 years

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Toovee knew that Raz2.0 and Kaliyo had a Straight Up Not Good Time on Hutta (I’m sure he heard the argument that Raz, Kaliyo, and Lokin had before they actually went to Hutta and was just like 😬😬😬😬😬 as best a protocol droid can), and when they came back on the ship, his greeting to Raz was the “Do you require anything, Master? A hot meal, perhaps? Conversation? Foot massage? Just say the word.”

And I imagine that Raz would have been in quite the huff coming back onto the ship and probably wouldn’t have really wanted to talk to anyone, but Toovee picking up immediately on how sour she was and just gently offering to tend to her needs without asking her to talk about it the way one of her human (or human-ish) companions might would just be so touching. Like, “You know what, Toovee, yes. Don’t touch me, and don’t say anything else to me for a little while, but if you could just bring me some hot tea and a blanket and tell the others not to disturb me until we land at our next destination, that would be lovely. And Toovee? Thank you.”

#swtor #november plays swtor #swtor oc raz #imperial agent two suffering boogaloo #toovee is a Good Boy #my poor murderbaby

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tishinada · 3 years

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Dance in the Shadow of Honor - Chapter 49 - “Atsvara”

Summary: Ucevi knew exactly who she was and how her life should have gone. Powerful, arrogant, strong in the Force, born to a Pure-blood family whose lineage stretched back past the settlement of Dromund Kaas, past the start of the Great Hyperspace War. True Sith. Then in a moment, everything changed, and she was forced to play a role, blackmailed into becoming the sword in someone else’s battle. She walked a fine line between her duty to the Empire in the shape of her detestable master and the honor of her family and its Shadows…until she could reclaim her name and freedom.

Then she met Quinn who had the same sense of duty to the Empire that she did and a stubborn sense of honor as tenacious as her own. A man with a debt of honor to the very master she had bargained to destroy, who was clearly meant to be a weapon to be used against her, in more ways than one. But caution couldn’t prevent their growing respect, trust, and attraction, leaving each to struggle with the question of whether they could both find a way to fulfill honor and survive.

Notes: Mostly canon retelling with my own twists. Slow burn. Baras dies, obviously. Probably not that graphic, but cautious. Profanity. May eventually change to explicit rating. Most characters belong to Bioware. Ucevi, Joran, Toth’Anla, the Old Man, Sgt. Fesnil, Zusae, RSD-13, and the Parits are all my OCs.

(As usual, thanks to @cinlat for reading and commenting and just for being so supportive!)

Pairings: Quinn x f!sith warrior, f!sith warrior x others

Warnings: possibly graphic violence. Profanity. Some explicit language.

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Chapter 49: “Atsvara”

Vette watched in amusement from the kitchen when Quinn and the automated cargo skip with their gear arrived from the spaceport simultaneously. TooVee was ready to blow a gasket at leaving the ship, and yeah, he is programmed specifically for shipboard. But I thought he was going to short-circuit when she pointed out that he’d have to be powered down for the duration if he stayed during the annual overhaul of ship’s systems.

She decided to stay right where she was. There really wasn’t that much gear---almost none of it hers---other than Ucevi’s armor and the firearms. All of them. Didn’t I hear Quinn suggest that he take the opportunity to strip them all down and inspect them? Well, maybe that’ll keep him busy.

Quinn went outside to unhook Ucevi’s speeder from the skip, and Vette ducked into the pantry when she saw Ucevi guiding TooVee in that direction. Oh-oh.

She rummaged through the eatables, listening with one ear as Ucevi adroitly redirected the droid’s fretting to his new kitchen and pantry. Not exactly big enough for more than one person, but the ship's kitchenette is barely a closet.

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Read more at AO3

#swtor #swtor fanfic #dance in the shadow of honor #malavai quinn #quinn/f!sith warrior #vette #Chapter 49 - Atsvara #fanfic #f!sith warrior #OC:Ucevi #Old Town

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reallystellacadente · 6 years

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12, 14 and 19 for an oc of your choice

Thanks for the ask! List is here.

12: What scent calms them? Reminds them of home or somethingsoothing? – Xhareen is addicted to the scent of deep forests … woods, decaying leaves, pines, all of it. The fact that Quinn is fond of a woodsy, (probably bespoke) cologne drives her mad with lust. Even well into old age, when they’re an old married couple with grandkids, lol.

14: Pet peeves. Tell us what would really tick them off. Do they have a Berserk Button? – Most of what pisses Xhareen off are Big Peeves – racism/speciesism, cruelty to animals, hurting her family and friends. But for the little things, it’s Quinn’s fussiness about picking things up, folding clothes, etc… One time – one time only, as he is still an intelligent being – he had Toovee go in and clean Xhareen’s quarters, since she likes the “comfortably slobbish” aesthetic. When she came in and saw her clothes picked up and Toovee organizing her drawers, she nearly used her Force shout on Quinn, she was so mad. (She used it once on an ex, breaking his collarbone.) She had Vette secretly reprogram Toovee so he’d never do that again. If Quinn tried to order him, Toovee would start to sing and dance. An annoying pop song. Badly. Years later, when she needed Toovee to help around the house, she showed Quinn the program. It was a good laugh. He had to track down Vette to get it removed as quickly as possible.

19: Have they ever been injured? Sick? How do they deal with it? Xhareen doesn’t get injured often, although I’m working on a short piece where that actually happens and Fake Marriage and Sharing a Bed tropes happen (pre-relationship with Quinn that is). She is not the most patient person, and is the one who usually has to be strapped to the med bed to keep her from getting up too soon. Even pre-relationship, when she’s trying to behave to impress Quinn, she is prone to losing it if he thinks she needs to be confined.

#mandalorian-mayhem #swtor #ask meme #sith warrior #malavai quinn

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riajade01 · 6 years

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“Is that my shirt?” for some fluff to maybe mend our hearts c:

Yaaayyyy some fluff. I figured I’d write this one before doing the second angst prompt. Give us all some happiness before the…. less happiness.

The Fury was nearly silent when Mara stepped through thehatch. That was no surprise; it was 0330, and she wasn’t really expected backfor another three hours at least. But a week away from her fiancé and crew hadproven too much. She’d wrapped up her business with her steward as quickly aspossible and double timed it back to her ship without holo'ing ahead toannounce her arrival.

Vette was up, of course she was, datapad running a code thatdid… well, something of dubious legality, she was certain. The Twi'lek jumpedwhen Mara touched her shoulder, her string of curses morphing to a grin whenher eyes met Mara’s.

“You’re early,” Vette teased. “Told you you’dmiss us.”

“I never argued the point,” Mara replied.“Anything going on I need to know?”

“Pierce and Quinn got into it over dinner, again,”Vette said, violet eyes unfocusing as she thought back. “We’re scheduled fordeparture at 0900. That’s it, I think.”

“Anything particular between them? Or just theusual.”

“The usual,” Vette said, rolling her eyes.

Mara sighed. They’d have to learn to play nicely with eachother at some point. That two grown mencould be so childish- a yawn split her face, derailing her train ofthought. Well. That was a challenge for tomorrow. Or, later today.

“I’m going to bed. Don’t stay up too late.”

Vette gave a semi-petulant “okay” in reply. Marashook her head and keyed open the door to her quaters, waiting until it slidshut before turning toward the bed, an involuntary smile curving her lips asher eyes adjusted to the darkness.

Malavai lay on his side of the bed, facing her side as healways did, his arms curved around her pillow. His sense shifted gently, theusual squall of feeling quieted to a bubbling brook by sleep. She activated thelights at their lowest setting, bathing the room in a warm, gentle glow, andshed her clothes.

Slipping into bed was a bit of a challenge, given that herpillow occupied her usual spot and Malavai, she found, was quite loathe to partwith it, even in sleep. After a moment of tugging, she gave up and leanedforward to brush his hair back from his face, fingertips tracing his darkbrows, the slope of his nose… his eyelids fluttered open by the time she ranher thumb over his lower lip. He wrinkled his nose, pulling back from herteasing touch, face confused for half a heartbeat before blue eyes met hers andhe smiled, one arm releasing her pillow to stroke her cheek in turn.

“You’re early,” he whispered, his other handcoming up to her shoulder. His fingertips ran fully down her back beforerealization dawned and his lips curved in a wicked smile. “And quitenaked.”

“I am,” she replied, smiling and pulling thecovers back. He shoved her pillow away, drawing her near in its stead. She’dnearly leaned down to kiss him when she glanced at his chest and did adouble-take, her smile widening. “Is that my shirt?”

His blush was obvious even in the low lighting. “Itis,” he admitted. “It’s a poor substitute but,” he hesitatedonly a moment, “I missed you.”

“My darling,” Mara sighed, pressing her lips tohis gently. “You mustn’t be embarrassed. Have you not wondered where yourOCS shirt was this week?”

He frowned. “I assumed TooVee had taken it with thelaundry.”

Mara grinned. “I rescued it before he had thechance.”

“It was filthy!” he protested.

“That only meant it smelled like you for longer. Butyou’re correct: it was indeed a poorsubstitute.” She let herself fall back, grabbing a handful of his shirt -her shirt - to pull him atop her. “I want the real thing.”

#swtor #sith warrior #malavai quinn #malavai quinn/sith warrior #*aggressively chucks snuggly happiness at everyone*#they are so cute i hate them #and i love them

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thecipherlegacy · 3 years

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1 with Chasaadia and TooVee for the ship pose meme?👉👈

TooVee is constantly in awe over her 🥺

The small metal husband worships his bounty hunter partner 💛

#mox's ocs #my ocs #my art #mox's art #swtor oc #oc: chasaadia #oc: toovee #bounty hunter #couples drawing meme #friends tag 💛#thanks for the ask!!!#ive been wanting to draw more of these two 🥺#nautolan

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thecipherlegacy · 3 years

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So I'm finally fleshing her out more and now Chasaadia has a tiny metal husband

#mox's ocs #my ocs #my art #mox's art #swtor oc #OC: Chasaadia #2V-R8 #nautolan #shes big and ace and i love her and toovee both fears and admires her

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thecipherlegacy · 3 years

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Okay, I realize there's nothing in Noiren's tag so maybe you don't play him very much, but I'm a sucker for a SW so hurt-comfort prompt #1- Person A is feeling down and Person B does not like to see them this way, so they start to bring them food, a nice cup of tea and their favourite blanket.- wherein A is Noiren, maybe after a nice lightning session with Baras, and B is a dubiously-worried Vette, possibly doing a terrible job of this comfort thing?

So these are taking me forever and I am so sorry about that x.x my college work takes up so much of my time.

So in the story I've written for him and his siblings, Noiren actually doesn't have Vette(or any of the swtor companions) on his ship. BUT I love Vette and love writing my OCs in all sorts of situations and AUs!

I apologize if this is terrible btw, I have been so tired lately from school, but here's a little Noiren based drabble! Enjoy!

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Everyone was confused. Noiren had always been stoic and quiet, but today was different. He was fumbling and muttering and trying to hide away from anyone that wanted to talk to him. Something was wrong.

Vette knew that it had to do with the sith's recent visit with his master. Baras was a monster, but honestly what does one do to cheer up a sith lord?

The small twi'lek managed to get her hands on a nice Alderaanian meal on their last trip and was quick to grab it with a nod to assure herself that this should do this trick. Once that was in hand she made her way to his quarters "Hey, ya busy? Or can I barge in?" She asked, though they both knew, no matter his answer, she was going to come in.

Noiren was sitting slumped over on his bed. He looked a little worse for wear. She frowned. Baras had always been tough on the male twi'lek, but he had never hurt him before. "I brought you some food. Knowing how you are, you probably haven't eaten." She continued to speak and sat beside him.

His yellow eyes glanced at her, then went back to the floor. It was hard to tell if he was seething, sad, or just plain frustrated. "Hello? Anybody in there? What happened?" She pressed.

He rolled his eyes and turned his head to look at her. He had burns all along his ruby skin, littering the right side of his face and lekku. "I don't want to talk about it." He muttered. She tried to hide her offensive gasp, but failed.

"That looks… yikes-" was all she managed to get out. He glared and turned away again. "I'm sure we can make sure it doesn't scar! But maybe you should eat first, huh?"

"Not hungry." He replied. She frowned again.

"Come on! Where's the sith i know and fear! You're never like this" Vette tried again. He tensed a little.

"You fear me? Even after I've done all I can to free you? You're not my prisoner or slave" he sighed "Honestly I would rather be in your position than my own…" he muttered.

The woman almost felt bad for saying what she did, but it was true. She was still a little afraid of him, especially after watching him kill people ruthlessly. But seeing him now, he looked as fearful and tired as she had been when they first slapped a slave collar on her neck. "I thought you wanted to be sith" was all she could think of to say.

"No." He frowned "I wanted to grow up on Ryloth with my sister and brothers. I never wanted to be sith. And now I'm tied down by a master and an oath. I have never feared for my life more than I did in that room. He threatened my life because I didn't agree with him right away." Noirens golden eyes narrowed. "I was taken away from my family so long ago by imperials and one day I plan to break free of this. Even if I have to kill baras and one thousand imperial soldiers. I'll do it."

Vettes eyes widened as he opened up to her. They were more alike than she had initially guessed. His slave collar was just a fancy title, and the shocks were just as painful. "Wow…" she mumbled. She had no idea what to say.

"Wow?" He scoffed. "Vette, why did you come in here besides to try and force me to eat a meal that's not even warmed up"

She looked at the plate and her cheeks deepened in colour slightly. "I dunno I just, saw you were all droopy and wanted to help. And don't knock it till you try it. This stuff is great cold!"

Noirens eyes rolled yet again. "Then you eat it." He insisted and suppressed a snicker as her eyes shifted left to right.

"Nah I'm good" came her reply as she moved the food away "I'll get toovee to warm it up for you later." Once the plate was gone she got more comfortable, crossing her legs and looking at her partner expectantly. "Sooooo, sister? Brothers? Gonna share?"

His brow arched and he realized she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. Though this was working as a distraction, so she was succeeding a little in her attempts to cheer him up. "I have no choice do I?" He asked. To this she just scooted closer. He sighed and got as comfortable as he could with his new wounds. "Yes I have three siblings." He started "a twin sister-"

"You have a twin?!" She gasped and interrupted immediately. "Is she all sithy too?"

He scoffed "No. She was separated from us and sold off as a slave. They told me she made them a lot of credits to fuel my hatred." His fists balled angrily. "She was a little pink twi'lek. Skin lighter than mine, and eyes brighter. She had our mothers eyes." He was surprised to see vette actually listening, so continued. "Shes strong, so I'm sure she wasn't a slave for long. But I hope to find her someday."

"What about your brothers?" Vette asked. "Do you know where they are?"

"Yes, more or less" he shrugged. "Only slightly younger than me, Aidesan, is training still on Korriban. Now that I'm a lord I've requested to have him as my apprentice. I want to keep him safe. And the youngest, Orkra… He was imperial military but I heard he was transferred to intelligence. So.. I may never find him with how well they hide their agents." He sighed sadly and looked at his burned hand. He had almost forgotten about his grievances of the day. Talking about his family was always a little bittersweet for him, but it was better than what he was feeling before.

"Thats all really sad.." Vette pouted. "Sorry, sith. I'm not very good at this stuff." She sighed "but uh- I can at least go get Toovee to come patch you up then we can-"

"Thank you" he silenced her with that simple phrase. The blue twi'lek blinked at him for a Moment.

"What?-"

He gave her the smallest of smiles "i'm not repeating myself." He teased. "But I really should get a kolto pack."

She was silent, looking a little surprised that just letting him talk, even about something so personal and sad, helped. Then what he said hit her and she hopped up "oh! Yeah! A kolto pack! Let me go get the droid!" Vette replied quickly, but before she rushed out she bravely gave him a gentle hug. "Baras is a jerk, but you're alright, ya know that?" She said softly before finally leaving to grab 2v-R8 to take care of him.

Noiren felt oddly at peace now. His master may be harsh and untrustworthy, but his crew was filled with people that would do anything for him, and that put his mind at ease and made him feel better about where he was. No matter what Baras had in store for him, he'd at least have good people behind him.

#this is writtten so poorly and im so sorry about that-#but i still had fun writing it and it was a good way to relax #thanks for the ask and for taking an interest in Noiren!!!#he doesnt get as much love as he deserves!#mox writes #oc: noiren #writing ask meme #sunsetofdoom on blog

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vespertine-legacy · 4 years

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💍📓💰⚡ for character of your choice?

💍 Does your OC have a specific item that is priceless to them but may (or may not) be completely worthless to someone else? Is there a story behind this item or is it just because they like it so much?

Mena hoards items that remind her of her mother. Probably understandably, she’s got a locket with a holoportrait of her mother, an altar to her mother in her room at her father’s Kaas City apartment, and a smaller version of the altar on her ship. At a casual glance, you might think the holoportraits are of her, and yes, Mena is vain, but not that vain. She keeps everything of her mother’s that her father ever gave her, and he worried for a while about her obsession (but honestly, that’s what you get for naming your child “memory”). It took Toovee one near-dismantlement to learn that he is not allowed to touch the altar in Mena’s quarters on the Fury, even if he thinks he’s being helpful by cleaning.

📓 Write a typical diary/journal page by your OC! (or if you’d rather not, describe their journal. Do they keep one, why?)

Mena doesn’t keep a diary per se, but she documents her life in letters to the people she loves pretty extensively. She wrote letters to Sija the entire time Sija was missing, even though she knew there was no point in hitting send on them. When, after five years, she gets a holocall from Lana to say that Sija has been found, and Lana sends coordinates, Mena taps out a quick message: “Dearest C. I’ve been told that you’re back. I haven’t been given any other details yet, but I don’t need them; I’m going to kick your ass when I see you and I’m going to hug you until you choke. I’m sending you every letter I wrote you while you’ve been gone, but didn’t send because I was scared of what it would mean if they bounced back. Now you’ll know what you’ve missed. Nu nuli j’us, ajeusona.” After selecting all and hitting send, Mena realizes she just sent nearly 400 messages and initially balks, squeaking out a quiet “fuck,” but that’s what you get for disappearing for five fucking years. Jaesa lectures her nearly the entire way to the planet Lana has given them coordinates for because you could just keep an actual diary like a normal person but Mena just looks smug.

💰 If your OC had all the money they could ask for what would they do with it? Where would they go and what would they buy? Are they the only one who benefits from this wealth?

If Raz had access to enough money and resources, she would maybe have killed the former Minister (after getting Shara’s location out of him, probably dragging his ass with to the facility and waiting until she had actually laid eyes on Shara as proof that he didn’t give her a decoy location), and then she would personally oversee Shara’s care, whatever the outcome. If it worked and Shara wanted nothing to do with her when the process was over, Raz could provide enough to get her started with whatever new life she wanted. If it worked and Shara was still her Shara, they could actually have options together. If it didn’t work? Well, that’s not necessarily a problem money can fix... Raz and Shara are really the only ones who would benefit from this, and she would know that, and she would feel guilty as fuck about it, but also, damn, don’t they deserve a chance to be happy together?

⚡ What are your OC’s phobias? Is there any reasoning behind these? How do they calm themselves down after getting scared? What are they like when they’re afraid? Is there any chance of them overcoming their fears?

Raz has two main fears. The first is that she’s a bit of a germaphobe, and it comes from her history as a field medic (her intended profession before she joined Intelligence). It doesn’t really send her into a panic anymore; she did a pretty intense trial-by-fire by letting Watcher X perform surgery on her in a filthy cell in Shadow Town without any real sterilization, and forewent anesthesia because otherwise the fear that she would never wake up would have overridden the fear of infection. She still takes a lot of precautions with things like wound care, for herself and her companions, and she feels that her fears are completely reasonable, but there are a select few that she has given permission to slap her across the face if she gets a little locked-in and over-focused on it. She can calm herself down from this fear pretty well by just being rational about it and doing things to deal with the potential consequences.

Her other fear is the one she traded to the Dread Masters on Oricon in order to get them to spare the soldiers preparing to invade their fortress. Master Raptus made the threat - for every one of the Dread forces that Raz had taken out on her way to disable their defenses, they would destroy a soldier. Master Brontes had offered the trade instead - just tell us what you fear. The Dread Masters had tried to inflict fear on Raz before on Belsavis, and while they had brought her to her knees they could not break her and she had told them through gritted teeth—though bloodied by her own bitten tongue—you’ll have to try harder than that. So she told them: “Fine, enough of this nonsense. I’ll tell you what I’m afraid of. There aren’t many people in this galaxy that I’m close to, but I’m terrified of losing them. Are you satisfied?” Their attack this time felt so different from Belsavis, this time it was pin-pointed, Raz felt blinded by it, wanted to scream but no sound would come. After what felt like an eternity, Master Bestia called for the others to stop, saying they had humiliated her enough and she would join them soon.

Much later, on Rishi, when Raz’s fear of loss starts coming true, the deal she made with the Masters comes back to her mind, and logically she knows there isn’t really a connection, and logically she knows she made the right choice on Oricon and that it was the right thing to do on Rishi, but she doesn’t know if she’s ever going to stop waking up calling out for her. And Raz is afraid that even if she comes back, she’s going to be so different and what if she doesn’t love me anymore? There’s really very little that calms this fear; she mostly just has to ride it out, and she’s really not good company when that fear has hold of her. The only way she’ll overcome the fear is to get closure.

[Note: the bit at the end of Mena’s letter is “I love you, you idiot” in Sith. Sija speaks Sith pretty well, but she can’t read it to save her life, so she’s gonna need to have Lana translate for her. ^___^]

#swtor oc mena #swtor oc raz #oc asks #oc ask meme #hey look sad raz headcanons who wouldve thought

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Dance in the Shadow of Honor - Chapter 33 - “Shadows and Smoke”

Notes:

Mostly canon retelling with my own twists. Slow burn. Baras dies, obviously. Probably not that graphic, but cautious. Profanity. May eventually change to explicit rating. Most characters belong to Bioware. Ucevi, Joran, and the Parits are all my OCs.

Pairings: Quinn x f!sith warrior, f!sith warrior x others

Warnings: possibly graphic violence. Profanity. Some explicit language.

I’m sorry this has taken two months, but my work life is crazy at the moment. And a special thanks to @riajade01 for acting as a reader for me again!

Chapter 33 - “Shadows and Smoke”

Ucevi nodded to TooVee as he set the tray with the pot of tea on the table, and miraculously, he retreated back into his work area without babbling for once. Just as well. Tonight, I’d have a hard time forcing myself to remember that his programming isn’t his fault. But he does have a very good survival instinct occasionally. Briskly, she filled a mug, leaving enough room for a generous dollop of nerf cream and sweetener, stirring it thoroughly before firmly closing both of Vette’s cold hands around it where she sat huddled in a blanket.

“Here, this will warm you up a little.” Joran sat silently on the opposite section of the sofa, twitching his fingers slightly from side to side in rejection when Ucevi raised the pot in a wordless question. Instead she poured herself tea and leaned back with the mug cupped in her hands, inhaling the fragrant steam and sipping occasionally while they waited. She didn't even look up when we wrapped the blanket around her.

The younger woman unconsciously drank the tea without really noticing it was in her hands or even realizing that the tea had an unfamiliar spiciness until the mug was empty. Then she seemed to shake herself and look around, frowning. “Why are you two hovering?”