Koth was still chuckling to himself when he made his way over to Coshbyss' desk, leaning on it immediately and looking over the sith's shoulder to examine what he was doing. "Still working on that research from last time?" It seemed that Koth's levels of familiarity were simply very close together, and it was effortless for him to befriend people. Coshbyss nodded.

"I believe I'm close to a breakthrough," he started, before Koth suddenly leaned closer.

"Sorry-- you got a little something on your--"

The human reached out for -- Coshbyss' brain stopped -- something on his shoulder -- he was so close -- before leaning back and flicking away the lint he picked up from his shoulder. Koth smiled apologetically, turning his attention back to the desk. "Sorry 'bout that." He was so close -- What did he do that for? -- There was something on your shoulder -- Did he know he was so close?

well i guess i can reintroduce my current swtor mains(?) mean-- wait oh god where’s my like. post styling. bold, italic, bulletpoints, etc. oh god-- wait there it is why do i have to right click to get it.

well anyway some of these may be familiar but it’s bc i’ve loved them for all these years.

Indigo Taro. He/They. Nautilorian. Personality can be summed up as Tired Dad. Generally tries to do the right thing, doesn’t always work out.

Wanwo Liang. He/Him. Best himbo. Head over heels for Vette (samesies my dude). Wants a dog.

Azukni Dabarein. She/Her. my main girl, my favorite, my oldest character, my tiny lesbian mama with two children. 

Montu Raa. He/She/They. Wanted to roll them as a bt2 male but I couldn’t deal with the m!jk voice. Also I wouldn’t have been able to give her a man-bun. Started off sith during the sacking of Coruscant, defected because the sacking of coruscant, had a shitton of fun teasing young padawans while going through jedi rehab shit or smth and now they’re the commander tm

Coshbyss Dabarein. He/Him. Lonely loner reluctant sith who’d rather spend time with his animals than people. Azukni’s big brother. They were separated.

So while I was taking my long long break from tumblr (you can hang up the ‘welcome home cheater’ sign but jokes on you i was a fucking hermit until I came back. there was no cheating only me becoming a fucking monk at a monastery, shaved my head and everything) I was in this DnD campaign where I made half elf versions of Azukni and Coshbyss! 

Like how they are in swtor, they’re both the same class (in the half elves’ case, it’s a homebrew class) but opposites of each other. Azukni is half moon-elf, Coshbyss is half sun-elf.

I also had... so. much. fun. figuring out tattoos for them both. Part of the homebrew class’ features was the use of tattoos. It was easy for Coshbyss since his FC is maori, but for Azukni whose FC is chinese, it was more difficult... there’s no tradition of tattooing in chinese culture after all. I ended up being inspired by traditional chinese ink paintings and oracle bone script!

Bonus of Coshbyss’ emotional support axolotl fae u.u

The latter part, there’s sometimes this physical jolt that I do when I don’t expect it... It’s not that I don’t love hugs and the like, it’s when I don’t expect it that weirds me out.

I think that reaction I ended up channeling into Coshbyss, though... Which is interesting, considering he’s her big brother and how she would have grown up with a personality much like his own, had she grown up in the Empire. (Side note, siblings on different factions seem to be a great way to have a sith!au/jedi!au except it’s not an alternate universe cuz it’s canon)

Fear is a tool to be used. So is the Force. Coshbyss has a lot of both. 

You learn how to use tools to hone your skill. He never learned the right way of using either. Not perfectly, at least.

When he was made a slave of the Empire, he sort of learned how to use them, both Fear and Force. He figured out how to hide, at least. If he got scared, he’d run for the most isolated corner and wish for everyone to go away. It worked, too, when he feared giving anyone a reason to activate the shock collar. It made everyone go away. He could be alone. He could be lonesome. He was lonesome.

After being introduced into the Empire, he never really learned how to make a proper friend for a long time. Few people seemed to even notice him, much less talk to him. The overseers and inquisitors at the Sith Academy were better at noticing at first, but he feared full fledged Sith the most. But the library was full of material to learn Force anyway, so he made do. He’d go in and find a tome and find a corner to read. He could be alone then, and eventually, people stopped bothering him when he was reading. It was nice.

It wasn’t for a long time that he noticed anything, or thought much of it. The first time it was weird was when he went to buy food for the blurrgs, and the cashier didn't see him at first. It took a few Excuse-Mes to catch her attention. She apologized, though he said he didn't really mind.

The second time was at the vet. He sat in one of the waiting room chairs, stiff and uncomfortable with the bright lights and the weight of a miniature blurrg in a carrier on his lap. Nearly an hour after the appointment was supposed to start, one of the staff members walked by and paused. “Oh, hi there, little guy,” they said cheerfully, walking over to kneel and get a better look. “You must be the blurrg the Sith was supposed to bring in. Where’s your owner?” they asked his blurrg that sat on his lap. 

Once, there was a friend visiting. His friend more or less knew about the hiding. He was from ImpIntel, after all. He knew a lot of things, or knew someone who did. He didn’t know where Coshbyss was though. “My Lord?” the chiss called, wandering through the tiny flat. “Please stop hiding? I wanted you to check something,” he said, staring straight past where Coshbyss sat at the table. And despite Coshbyss’ soft I’m-here’s, his small waves, his friend walked straight into the table before blinking. “Oh, there you are. Were you here the whole time? I didn’t see you somehow.”

“I’ve been here for the last half hour,” Coshbyss replied, eyes now wide and a little fearful. “I even responded when you asked where I was.”

“I... I don’t know what happened, my lord. I really didn’t see you there. I barely noticed the kitchen table at all, actually. As if I forgot it was there, or something. As though I forgot you were there.”

When learning a new tool, there are right and wrong ways to understand the basics and fundamentals of its use. You don’t use things a certain way, or else you might hurt yourself.