Going away for a week or so tomorrow. Taking my laptop but it can’t run games.

What I should be doing: Packing

What I am doing: Chopping up screenshots to combat pre-emptive TOR withdrawal.

(Is it sad that I genuinely feel a bit guilty for leaving most of these guys hanging mid-story?)

enraged-chocolate replied to your post: strikeslip replied to your post: playing with…

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(that gif is just my way of saying that we do it because we love you)

FFF DYING

This gif can never be on my blog enough.

Not ever.

strikeslip replied to your post: playing with video editing…

no. That would be amusing. Do it.

 deathcupcake replied to your post: playing with video editing…

I can’t say anything…am uploading a new video now.

 enraged-chocolate replied to your post: playing with video editing…

/oh my god/

 rainingscissors replied to your post: playing with video editing…

…Why on earth would we STOP you? That sounds fantastic!

aksjk dammit you guys.

There goes my evening.

Someone stop me before I cut out all of my characters’ most badass moments from my fraps files and montage them to Holding Out For a Hero.

“You failed her.”

Quick.

Quick.

Turn that shit off.

beranyth:

sociallyinadequate:

This will never stop being funny.

….OP, ARE YOU ME?

(Source: banjo-heyworth)

rainingscissors replied to your photo:

Please continue to have/make many different characters and write beautiful things about them. It makes my day, reading snippets like this. :)

!! THANK YOU you are too lovely!
I’m genuinely completely terrified whenever I post any of these things and I don’t want to bore people with talk about characters they don’t know, so it means an awful lot to me that you like them. THANK YOU <3

Vanity isn’t something that should exist in a Jedi.
But Dolun will tell you that he was born on Nar Shaddaa, as though that makes all the difference.
His mother was a dancer – Not a slave, his younger self would have defended immediately, but a proper dancer, with her own outfits, who got paid and everything.
He doesn’t really remember her any more - the memories have faded with time and new experience - but he remembers remembering her, when he was younger. And even if memories pale, you can’t ever scour out something that was once a part of you.
He spent several years in a small enclave on Nar Shaddaa after he was taken from her. It wasn’t until he was eleven that he left the Smuggler’s Moon for a real Jedi temple. By then, the sights and sounds - the lights and the music - were a part of him.
As the flames and screams are part of him now. And the dark side too.

He’s always wanted to dance. They say it comes naturally to Twi’leks but everything has to be learned from somewhere and Dolun is too twitchy these days to be graceful, his lightsaber technique too sharp-edged and functional for any flattering similes about dancing.

Smuggler spoilers

You’ve gotta learn not to judge by appearances, Nancy knows from experience.

Sometimes people have thought she doesn’t look the part - too young and pretty to pull the trigger on them. But you can’t tell by a person’s face if they’re gonna shoot you. Their age or sex or species won’t give them away. Nor will the things they say or the way they’re dressed or the type of blaster they’ve got pointed at you.

You’ve gotta look at their hands.

The first man Nancy killed didn’t think she was going to pull the trigger. She was fifteen, mud on her face and dressed like an urchin. He didn’t know the cargo he was trying to pilfer was hers. He didn’t know she was captain of the beat-up old freighter that shadowed them from the Tatooine sun. He didn’t know that she’d been running spice for a year now or that she’d watched her father do this a hundred times. He just saw a child and didn’t think she’d shoot.

Darmas didn’t think she’d shoot either. He bet his life on it. The ruthlessness in Nancy had only been a matter of necessity, once, but he didn’t know he’d tutored it into something more. He didn’t see it in her. He just saw a small-time smuggler, a pirate, a pawn. He looked past the blaster she aimed at him and saw her faith faltering and her heart breaking.

He was looking in the wrong place.

Her voice may have been shaking, but her hands were steady.

“We all have it coming. It’s just a question of when.”

enraged-chocolate replied to your photo:

Ardun Kothe is so great

He is!

I basically love any time we get to interact with the SIS. All of Kothe’s team, Jonas Balkar, even that spy who works for Baras and is a ‘fan’ of the SW… I would kill for the opportunity to play a Republic Agent.

And I love any opportunity any of my characters has to work with the opposite side (I’m such a pacifist ggh) and I’m kind of Republic-loyal and it’s not like the IA story encourages a whole ton of loyalty towards the Empire so all things considered this whole act was pretty much tearing me apart inside.

(And I loved it, of course.)
 

 beranyth replied to your photo:

THIS CHOICE. /chinhands at your playthrough ohoho

kfjhg /paranoia escalates

I am totally unspoilered for the Agent storyline so feel free to ENJOY MY HORRIBLE PAIN as I go (and also to have a good laugh if I make a choice that’s going to come back and bite me later on)!

Agent Spoilers

She found that she respected him. Liked him, even. And she wasn’t sure what to make of it.

He was so sure. So sure that she was the enemy now that she was free.
And he was right.
Wasn’t he?
He’d been right all along. He’d been right to be wary. Right to take precautions.
She wasn’t a double agent, after all, but a triple one - a traitorous traitor. Or maybe not a traitor at all.
He was right to fear her: She was still loyal to the Empire.
…wasn’t she?
It felt like a long time since she had answered to them.
She trusted them less than this man. She resented them more.

Her orders were to kill Ardun Kothe.

A few months ago, those orders would have been followed without question.
The Empire didn’t need to reprogram her mind to control her.
In the end, their actions had not assured them of her unswerving loyalty, but lost them it.
Turned her against them?
That felt… strong.
That felt right.
But unnerving.
A thought to put aside for the moment.

It wasn’t about orders now. Orders were distant. The Empire was distant. This was a personal matter.
She had no desire to kill him. Not for a moment. She only wanted to speak with him.
She wanted to understand, but she didn’t know what.
Perhaps herself.

You could have trusted me, she told him.
And she realised as she said it that it wasn’t a lie.

He had assumed - immediately and without question - that she was there to kill him.
He wanted to believe that friends could be made out of enemies, but he wouldn’t.

She let him go because she wanted him to start believing it for real.

And perhaps because she wanted to start believing it, too.

theillusivewoman replied to your post:

THIS IS BECAUSE YOU ARE PERFECT. And because you jumped on the Darmas train with me … I just want to shake people who don’t get invested in this romance arc because it made the smuggler story THAT much better.

NEVER LEAVE ME.

 enraged-chocolate replied to your post:

AHAHA I’M REALLY GLAD I KEPT SCROLLING BECAUSE I DON’T HAVE SPOILERS TUMBLR SAVIORED (wow I really almost screwed myself on this, didn’t I?)

asjkd BE CAREFUL! I would never ever forgive myself if I spoilered the smuggler story for you! I tag everything relevant as “smuggler spoilers” if that’s any use at all idk :$

beranyth:

Guess what has been randomly stuck in my head all day.

So much Karazhan nostalgia help ;-;

YEEESSSSSSSS.

Get on my blog forever you beautiful thing.