I made tumblr horny for Gale's thighs and I have Regrets

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Heya, I’m Kem! (he/they) This is where I share my gaming shenanigans. I like RPGs, angst, and making my OCs suffer.

Current focus is generally Star Wars: The Old Republic, with a side hyperfixation of Baldur’s Gate 3. You can also expect to see content from Lord of the Rings Online, Elder Scrolls Online, Fallout 4, and Secret World Legends.

I’m an avid screenshotter/virtual photographer, so expect many screenshots as well as the occasional gifset. I also spend far too much time, effort, and money playing pixel dress-up with my characters. With SWTOR at 32 possible outfits, I might just be able to sate my outfit needs there (other games still need to get with it).

More notably in my opinion, I’m a passionate writer with more fanfic ideas than I think I’ll ever actually be able to write. Again, most of my fics have been SWTOR in nature, but I’m dipping my metaphorical toes into some BG3 writing as well. I have a handy page for my published fics here.

If you’re interested in learning more about my OCs, feel free to check out my characters page, or peruse their tags. Main non-OC blorbos are Gale Dekarios, Lord Scourge, and Malavai Quinn. I have Thoughts and Feelings and Headcanons.

Other places you can find me (though I’m most active here):

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Was talking to a friend (you know who you are) about Dhamari being so ace-brained that he truly doesn’t care what people look like. He has a vague sense of what is considered ‘beautiful’ or 'attractive’, at least by drow standards, but because he doesn’t experience that sort of attraction himself, it rarely means anything to him in a deeper sense. He is perplexed by people’s fixation on physical appearance and the standards by which a person’s body will be judged, whether they be lauded or condemned.

And then my brain ended up meandering down a thought-warren about Dhamari and his relationship with his own body. It’s really not a healthy one. He makes no attempts towards dress or grooming beyond what’s necessary - which is fine - but in the absence of any active sense of attraction or beauty, he essentially views his body as a receptacle for pain.

However, not all pain is bad to him. Good pain is scraped fingers, strained muscles, the sting of sweat in his eyes; the bright agony that accompanies a wound inflicted on him in the midst of battle. Because all of these things mean that his body is responding, that there is still life in him, and he will fight for every second of it.

“All that being said,” continues Gale, “I still can’t say that I entirely understand your position. Attacking with restless energy is one thing, but to then demand that I remove the armouring spell?” His frown has returned, shadowing his eyes as he regards Dhamari. “Do you enjoy bleeding out in the middle of a battlefield?”

Dhamari swallows, feeling strangely cornered by the shrewdness of the other man’s observations. “I don’t want your protection,” he answers, his voice brittle.

“Why ever not?” Gale presses him, flummoxed.

“Because -“ The drow bites down on his tongue for an instant, then frees it. “Because I need to feel like there is something I can still fight against.”

His bloodied hands curl into fists at his sides. “I - we - are facing a fate far worse than death,” he grinds out. “And right now we are helpless before it. I need to know that there are some enemies I can still kill. That the prospect of death alone is still something I can face, and feel, and overcome. What does it mean to survive, if you are never tested?” He bares his teeth at the wizard in challenge. “I bleed to know I’m still alive, Gale.”

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kem rambles bg3:dhamari kem oc otp: woven in the storm me adding fic excerpts like i'm citing sources
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cosmicscuderia

I cannot stress enough how important it is to have fandom friends who don’t hate your guy but their fav is someone else and their main ship is something else. It keeps your fandom environment biodiverse. It forces you to have some perspective.

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ngl i actually prefer this to liking the same character as my friends i like hearing how insane people are about their own faves gives me new appreciation of them
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teaboot

“So this fic has been abandoned but you should read it anyways because…” hold up. Have you not been reading all promising fics regardless of completion this entire time

teaboot

Today I learned that an alarming number of yall are filtering fic by “completed works only” which is WILD to me because some of the best shit I ever read was incomplete. Just like how some of the best friendships fade, the best experiences end, the best partners pass away before you’re ready. Nobody wants good things to end but they do and that doesn’t make them less meaningful. And sometimes a tree must be nurtured before it can grow

asynca

Speaking as an author of epics, I've abandonned some due to a total lack of community interest and involvement (I write partially because a ship makes me a feral monster, but also because I enjoy the conversations you then have with readers about the story, about the characters, and about the interpretation of the characters). So not reading and participating in epics as they are being written is a surefire way to ensure they are never finished.

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c-zira

Thought I'd share two of my SWTOR drabbles from AO3, set- and written -a little over a year apart. Featuring one (1) immortal Sith Inquisitor and one (1) conflicted Ashara Zavros. 100 words each, dealing with death, fear, and threats, and with some gore in the second one.

1. A Moment of Fear

There is no death, there is the Force.

There is no death, there is no emotion, but Ashara is afraid. She should be better, she’s a Jedi, after all, no matter what the council says, and she’s a fighter, but she’s too close to defeat and it briefly, momentarily terrifies her.

But then he is there, and fear gives way to triumph. Teacher, master, defiler. He takes the blow meant for her easily, because there is no death, there is the Force, and for him, this is undeniably true. His power makes it so.

She has so much to learn.

2. The Possibility of Mortality

It’s just a spar- Ashara doubts she could defeat her master in a genuine fight. It’s training, playing, and flirting all in one, and this time it ends with him on his back, the point of her blade at his throat.

“Careful,” he says. “Decapitation could probably keep me dead.”

“We wouldn’t want that,” Ashara mutters. “…Would we?”

She moves her lightsaber forward, slightly, until flesh begins to char and melt, the smoke of vaporised blood emerging from her master’s lips in a soundless gasp.

He stares at her, unable to answer, and, for the first time, she senses fear.

swtor oooh love these so visceral
kemendin
kemendin

One thing I particularly enjoy about how I write pre-romance Cas and Scourge is that there is zero ambiguity on Scourge’s end of things. I consider it very literal that he cannot feel emotions. So Scourge flat out CANNOT reciprocate Cas’ feelings for him, cannot even CONSIDER the notion. In a bit of fic blurb I have yet to expand upon, Kira tries to ‘what if’ him, and Scourge just immediately shuts her down because. He. Can’t.

Which means that all the while Cas is figuratively dancing around him, prodding at him, building a relationship of comradery and trust with him, there is still and always that unscalable wall between Cas and the object of his desires. And I LOVE watching him throw himself at that wall again and again, in the full knowledge that he can’t even make a dent in it, and yet he always has to keep a tiny glimmer of hope going that something might change because otherwise what even is the POINT?

Every so often there is the temptation to have Scourge ease up just a little, to have just a hint of something ‘more’. But I’m always very quick to stamp that out, because to me that weakens the whole dynamic. I love the challenge, for both of them, of building an often subconscious bond of respect between them. I love Cas trying to find ways of becoming more intimate with Scourge that by necessity have to circumvent all his romantic feelings for the guy, as he desperately tries to not let those feelings show. I love that Scourge is FULLY aware of said feelings but NEVER acknowledges them, and at the same time he has to find ways of getting through to Cas that are deeper than his usual clinical and often disparaging remarks.

I love Cas being tormented every damn day because he can’t be with Scourge the way he wants and yet he also can’t bear to let Scourge out of his life. I love Scourge not even realising how deep the bond between them goes until he gets his emotions back and suddenly the years-long buildup is released and runs him over like a freight train.

Agh I just love how COMPLICATED they are!

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reblob realising that the most recent post in their tag (this one) is from MAY arghhh I need to get back on the cas/scourge brainrot anyway chewing on this post again
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this week's word is...

✨ SMILE ✨

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How to play: Find the word in any WIP and share the sentence containing it. Reply, reblog, stick it in the tags, tag us in a new post, or keep it private. All fandoms, all ships, all writers welcome.

kemendin

I laughed a bit when I checked my BG3 WIP and found that nobody has smiled in over 6k words xD So, good ol’ Fortress Funtimes it is!

He thinks he sees, for an instant, a flicker of something in Scourge’s gaze - surprise? Consternation? - before the Sith’s mouth curves into a razor-thin caricature of a smile.

“You aren’t very good at bluffing, Jedi.”

“Who says I’m bluffing?” asks Cas tautly. The truth is - he isn’t sure if he is bluffing or not. And that uncertainty is more than a little alarming.

Scourge, however, has no such doubts. “No one needs to say it,” he answers. His voice is soft again, almost lyrical. “It’s carved upon your every action. Your every breath. You would no more readily end your own life than you would that of an enemy lying helpless at your feet.”

kem writes swtor:caspian kem oc gawd i need to work on this again