BAM, QAI’RHA/SOLUNE ART POST OUT OF NOWHERE.
All art featured courtesy of Crimm cus she’s cool and stuff. Also because Solune is hers.
There are of course some other pieces and sketches that I didn’t include because Crimm would probably burst into flames going “BUT IT LOOKS SO BAD THERE’S SO MANY ERRORS UUUUUUUGH.”
So instead there’s these. Which are still totally awesome.
Some mild and totally NSFW pictures because Crimm will break out into hives if I ask her to draw anything remotely fluffy/romantic. So sex and the rare hugging-after-torture picture.
AREN’T YOU GLAD YOU MADE A COMMENT CRIMM? AREN’T YOU GLAD?
I EVEN TAGGED THIS MOTHERFUCKER.
“This is undignified!” Jintalla’s shriek was punctuated by electricity skittering along her fingertips. It jumped up along her forearms and down again, threatening for sure but she had yet to actually do something. So Lynileth paid the squirming woman no mind, just hoisting Jintalla further onto her shoulder so she wouldn’t slip. Jintalla kept pulling at her robe, digging into her back with infuriated fingers that only registered as pressure on the armour plating beneath the cloth.
If Jintalla really wanted to hurt her, she could have done it well before now.
Reaching her ship, she climbed the ramp and set Jintalla down on the settee once she made it to the main room without the pureblood wriggling out of her grasp. She went oddly quiet once Lynileth actually put her down, just sitting there with her masked head angled down as though she were staring at the floor. It frustrated Lynileth that she couldn’t see the other woman’s face, it made it difficult to tell what Jintalla might be thinking. Feeling was another matter, she could feel flickers of it; volatile.
“My Lord?” Quinn walked through from the bridge, a slight wariness to his voice.
“Empty the ship, find something to do for a while,” Lynileth’s voice was quiet, her eye fixated on Jintalla’s mask. She barely paid attention to Quinn rebuffing Vette’s teasing voice but she could feel her new apprentice’s eyes on her. Jaesa would probably ask about it later but she dismissed it for now; she had more immediate concerns.
Jintalla seemed to tense when she heard the last of Lynileth’s crew leave the ship. She wrapped her arms around herself, fingers digging into her sides, and turned her head away, “alright, you’ve got me alone, what now?”
Have a Qai’rha/Solune doodle that isn’t about sex!
This happened due to Agent-On-Corellia reasons.
Qai’rha was not a happy Sith, but at least Solune is safe now.
(Crimm, the artist, would like it to be known that this is older work :P)
Legs: Our characters running together.
“Who’s blasted idea was this again?!” Qai’rha huffed, trying not to pay attention to the thundering of animals behind them.
“Is this really the best time?!” Solune barked back at her.
“Startle the beasts he said! They will charge right into the Republic he said!”
“They are not nearly as blind as he suggested!”
“Could you not have done some research? You always look things up! All the blasted time!”
“I didn’t think this would happen! Why didn’t you do research!?”
“Do I look like I have a datapad in this armour?!”
“It wouldn’t kill you to carry one!”
Their impromptu argument was cut short when Qai’rha looked up and noticed an outcrop she’d be able to reach. She promptly grabbed Solune, hoisting the surprised agent unceremoniously onto her shoulder and force jumped to the small, rocky perch.
Solune slumped over, breathing hard once Qai’rha put her down, “last time we ever do anything to do with animals.”
Qai’rha grumbled, sliding down next to her, “agreed.”
This has been a Lynileth appreciation post.
I do good with the captions, Hayne?
Just gonna plug more of Crimmson’s fine ass work…
They tripped and Solune’s shirt magically flew off. Totally what happened.
In which the Emperor’s Wrath and the Ghost of the Empire do away with their respective duties to spend some quality time with each other.
In which a pureblood Darth gets smacked in the face by a lowly non-force user and doesn’t even think to force choke anyone.
A collection of doodles done by Crimmson a little while ago, involving our characters Qai’rha and Solune.
I don’t think I’ve expressed enough how much I really, really like this pair.
“Ah, Darth Baras’s apprentice!”
Qai’rha didn’t acknowledge the sideways glance Solune shot her way, she knew full well how the Agent felt about being constantly overlooked in relation to her. An unfortunate reality in the Empire, being a Sith she was addressed first and foremost as the leader of their little group regardless of what authority Solune may have.
Though Solune hid her displeasure like a master from strangers, Qai’rha was familiar with the Agent’s thoughts and feelings. It did nothing to soften her heart when dealing with people more influential and powerful than herself, she knew her limitations, growing as they were, and did not want to risk anything. So for now, they both had to bite their tongues.
Fuck, why am I writing this.
CRIMMSON, DO NOT READ THIS. YOU’LL HATE ME. AND I MAY PESTER YOU FOR VERY SAD DRAWINGS.
Sith Warrior and Imperial Agent found within!
I’ll just post this now. I usually write up a scene before all this stuff happens but I just kind of jumped into it. So maybe this is like after prompt 5? Much later.
IDK I’m just gonna go live under a moist stone for the rest of my life now kthxbai
In which Qai’rha gets romantic. As much as an intimidating Sith can be anyway.