Tumblr posts tagged #sith inquisitor from across Tumblr — no login required.
From Chapter 23 - Push and Pull , already up. The bond between master and apprentice is… complicated. Before he could object, Zash pressed on. “This is not random, apprentice. It is not chance. This is fate. And if the Force has chosen you, we must listen.” For the second time, she left him speechless. He stood there wide-eyed, still trying to take in what she had said. He must have looked utterly lost, because she laughed softly, then rose and crossed back to him. Again, she placed her hands against his chest, her eyes searching his. “This is your destiny.” Her voice softened. “You are meant for greatness, but you must seize it. No doubt the pieces will be difficult to claim, but you can do it, apprentice.” She leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Do it, and claim your true power.” Nox’s gaze flickered across her face. “The Force has chosen me?” “Yes, you, my magnificent apprentice.” Her voice remained soft. “With this ritual, you will rise. And if one of us does, we rise together.” It was too much, all at once. Her words told him he was chosen, destined for something greater. Her touch made him feel seen in a way he never had before. The way she moved, the way her presence pulled at his attention, it was impossible to ignore. But beneath it all was a simpler truth. He was barely seventeen. Still a teenager, still driven by impulse. His breath quickened, heat coiling under his skin, and before he could think, he leaned in and kissed her. Her breath caught, just for a moment. Then her palm pressed lightly against his chest, stopping him. “Apprentice,” she scolded, stepping back, caught somewhere between scandal and disapproval. “That was highly inappropriate.” The moment hung in the air until she exhaled slowly, smoothing her robes and straightening her shoulders, her composure snapping back into place. “You must learn restraint. Power is nothing without control.” Then she turned away, continuing as if nothing had happened. “Now, we must prepare you to enter the Dark Temple. It is no simple feat.” She moved back to her desk and continued speaking. Nox tried to follow, truly tried, but his mind remained caught on the moment she had dismissed so easily. Did she want him or not? Her voice cut cleanly through his thoughts. “Apprentice. Concentrate.” His back straightened at once. “I have no doubt you’ll handle whatever lies in that wretched place,” she went on. “The Dark Temple is a tomb for Sith Lords, those who fell victim to the Emperor’s power. He drained them centuries ago, taking their strength for himself. Their spirits linger, restless and tormented. But they will be no match for you.” As she spoke, he found his composure again, but the frustration remained. He met her gaze and exhaled, forcing the tension out of his voice. “Yes, yes. Just like the tombs on Korriban. I know the drill.” Then his tone hardened. “But let’s get something straight, master. I’m not your toy. If you want me, I’m all in favor, but this push and pull…” He shook his head. “It has to stop.” And with that, he turned and walked out. For once, he left her watching him. Darth Nox: Volume One – Rise To Power , the Sith Inquisitor’s origin, told from inside his head. New chapters Mon/Wed/Fri on AO3 [AO3 link] .
Got myself some new brushes and gave myself a little break testing them out with a little Ulfran. Even when he’s more evil than ever before I can’t manage to make him not look tired as hell hahaha
Before Maul shadow lord, the only time I ever saw the metal crow face inquisitor was in an edit in which he died. I learned from the comments that it was his only appearance and thought “man, what a waste of a good design” Totally unrelated fact, I really enjoyed this show
OCs as Virtues This was a thing @frauleiiin did a long ass time ago, only just got around to doing it. here is the link if you wanna join in! The Quiz <- Starting with my sith. Noxis: this is actually kind of funny because Noxis is super into indulging in extravagance. He loves jewelry and expensive clothing and fine crafts and armours. If its expensive, he’ll have it (whether or not he’s kill the person for it is up to how much blood is on said item). I guess this does make sense though… he just wants to be really, truly loved without having to fight for it, and he is scared of becoming soft, of becoming someone he can’t see– or doesn’t want to see in the mirror. Ter'ra: This makes sense for Ter'ra, she is VERY kind, (she is my light V sith inquisitor, probably my only light V character I’ll have lol), and she got to the point of being commander, not through rage, vengence and selfishness, but by being kind, extending a hand out to those who need it and building them up so that they may stand with her. Lana finds her kind nature endearing, but it is also detrimental at some point. Lana and her are working on making it so Ter'ra can set healthy boundaries with herself and others. Kiti: This sort of makes sense for her. At first, during the early chapters of the warrior storyline I think she’d be very emotional, very violent and quick to rage because it is just who she was, her tapping into the darkside was that, but after a few… painful events (baras’s betrayal, the quinncident, ziost) She would close others out, become her own empress, (she would try to take the throne of the sith empire for herself after slaughtering the Emperors Hand, Marr would be the only one to stop her, matching her in power and putting them in a stalemate that made it so she couldn’t actually get any further with her takeover). She has always been good with moderation though, she likes extravagant things, but she prefers practicality to beauty and isn’t afraid of dirtying her hands like some other sith. (a newbie heheehhehe) Tyr: Sweet baby boy Tyr Sekhmectus (his name does loosely translate to violent war, but he is my LS sith warrior lmao, like Kiti’s name is ironic, so is his). He is so very kind, like Ter'ra, to a fault. Many of the sith, including his own parents, were ashamed/disappointed in him for being so “soft”. He never saw it as a weakness, he saw it as an advantage, as something that he just had to do because he existed. He is so gentle with everyone he meets, he knows they all deserve more than they got, and he too deserves more than he asks for. Vette (his beloved who he will and has murdered for) will more than likely whip him into shape enough for him to feel like he can take some more of what he wants instead of just standing by. Now my Jedi Solaria: Solaria'kist is known as a diligent jedi master and strong warrior, her methods strictly by the book in practically every fashion, she is every jedi counsel members dream co-worker. This does take a toll on her though, she longs to not have to hide her love for Felix, for Theron, or how she vicerally feels the pain of others, she longs to not bear this pain from others that she has been told to carry. She eventually goes under the nose of the jedi counsel, marrying, falling in love with and having a family with her lover (to be decided who). She will leave the order at some point, just not yet, she does not forsee her time there ending soon. So she will remain diligent with support from friends and a brother she longs to find. Severin: bro this just violently hit Severin with a bat and is still beating her with it lmfao talk about emotional damage. Severin’s Sith Pureblood heritage haunts her every action, every decision and every movement. There isn’t a single waking moment she doesn’t worry she is repeating the horrors her parents have committed (she remembers few things of them before her family ship crashed on voss under mysterious circumstances, along with her parents deaths on voss also involving something sinister that she refuses to, or is terrified to admit). She walks carefully, like every step she could step on glass… Scourge sees her potentional, the power she holds and denies herself. It will require a moment of vulnerability and desperation for her to unchain for a moment, and then she will begin to lose all of her carefully maintained control. Now my tech classes ✨ Karadia: Much like Solaria, Karadia is considered the most diligent of her peers, granted they are seperated by a faction and ideals. Karadia will do whatever it takes to please Darth Jadus, and then Darth Zhorrid (whom she has an unhealthy relationship with after their first meeting… Kaliyo is violently side eyeing the agent like “you can fuck that but you can’t fuck me???? wtf???” ), and this means her morals are considered rather grey, she doesn’t care, as long as it is a means to her end. DESPITE THIS, she tries to have the least amount of death on her hands. As much as it is easier to keep someone quiet when they’re dead, a trail of bodies is more suspicious. I have yet to finish Imp Agent storyline so she isn’t finished yet, but she does take up alliance intelligence after zakuul. Mi'iraj: This doesn’t make *too* much sense for Mir, but it also does? Its complicated. Mi'iraj is my bounty hunter, she’s “morally grey” in that she does a lot of shit for money and glory, but she’s also a genuine person who doesn’t see the need in hiding any intentions. When finishing the bounty hunter storyline, she forces the supreme chancellor to reveal what he had done to her and her friends, what corruption he was allowing within his republic. She wanted to be free, but she wanted a sliver of justice, served in the shape of a resignation and prison sentence for the man. She unintentionally made the lives of the republic better (temporarily speaking, side eyeing Saresh hardcore). She loves her family (except skadge he’s not her found family/actual family he’s a bastard and she can’t wait to kill him). This kindness translates better to the pre-bounty hunter storyline that I have for her, where she sacrifices her ability to see her family, her sisters and brothers and mother to free them all from slavery and get them to dromund Kaas where Karadia would take over as “main breadwinner” for the family. Yes, Karadia and Mi'iraj are sisters, Mi'iraj is older and Karadia is younger, they have 4 other siblings outside of that. Dove and Lark Arynis (sisters, Dove is a BH, Lark my Smuggler) Dove: Dove, the elder sister to Lark, was deaf at birth (blue eyed white furred cathar, picked up from IRL blue eyed white cats being deaf commonly.) I don’t have much for her story yet, she is more no nonsense than her sister (and Mi'iraj), and does more stuff for money than she’d like to admit, but she gives back in ways that her sister is very aware of, Dove worked her tail off while Lark was modelling as a teen, trying to cover their expenses and then their asses when the empire invaded their home planet of Balmorra. Lark: Lark is very generous with her time, money and affection. She is very much a “golden retriever energy” person, which Akaavi finds absolutely infuriating sometimes, luckly for Lark, she is both adorable and hella hot (her modelling days may be over, but that doesn’t mean the girl can’t strut her stuff, also for context Lark was a teen model around the age of 16 to 19, she got crazy rich from it in her last year or so and thats how she bought her ship). Lark will take more and more of herself to give to others if she sees they are in need because she’s aware of how fortunate she is. This unfortunately makes her feel guilty, hence breaking more and more of herself off for others until she reaches a breaking point at some moment. Giant Mandalorian gf to the rescue there though, Akaavi is more than happy to pick Lark up, toss her over her shoulder and walk away with the captain when she see’s Lark starting to fret over others when she has already given them a lot. Andria: This doesn’t surprise me, she’s my trooper (and gonna be my DS one at that.) She’s seen the worst of the worst, people with and without, she wants nothing to do with anything lavish, it disgusts her, but ontop of that, she’s seen war very young, fresh out of academy at about 18 or 19, she is very new to the galaxy after coming from a small sheltered village on Shilli, and it showed. There wasn’t much for her, and she grew up fast, fought tooth and nail for a cause she had believed in at first, only to find failed her and everyone that lived within the republic who wasn’t wealthy or a senator. Is she living? Yeah, she knows she’s alive cause she breathes and she is still kicking and fighting. Is she alive? No, she lost her youth and liveliness very young. There may not be much preventing her from going off the deep end other than a very strict and grounded medical officer from Havoc squad (Elara Dorne my beloved) acting as her moral compass and her lifeline to the republic.
Nevelta Yashen was an enslaved dancer for a Hutt until she caught a Sith Lord’s eye. Separated from her wife and daughter, Nevelta started to use the Force that she had always kept hidden; she knew the Sith had recently started allowing slaves to become Sith, and that it was possibly her only chance at freedom and therefore reuniting with her family. A relentless and ruthless planner, everything Nevelta does as inquisitor is geared toward holding her family again, this time with the ability to ensure they are never separated again. Nevelta and her wife Zoyeir were complementary in many ways: Nevelta was strong but better suited to conversation and trickery while Zoyeir was scrawny but a skilled fighter; Nevelta is a planner who knows what she will do down to the last detail months in advance, contingency plans and all, while Zoyeir is time-blind and easily distracted but quick to adapt to new circumstances. They’ve known each other since they were teenagers, and have always raised the daughter Nevelta bore together. Neither one knows what became of the other after Nevelta was sold - Zoyeir doesn’t find out Nevelta is Sith until she sees a broadcast about the newest Dark Council member and recognises Nevelta’s face, while Nevelta first finds out Zoyeir is a bounty hunter when she’s looking for someone to hire to (ironically) find her wife for her. When it turns out Zoyeir handed their daughter over to a Jedi, Nevelta is furious and heartbroken and tracks him down, trying to fight him. Sonnas refuses, because the plan never was that the Jedi would keep the Yashen’s daughter forever, and escapes leaving Nevelta hurt and angry behind him. That’s not the only wedge that stands between her and Zoyeir upon their reunion. Nevelta does not care about morals, only amassing power that can be used to protect her family, and while Zoyeir has her own ruthless streak she has held on to the lines that being Sith eroded in Nevelta’s own mind, in some cases building up a new sense of honour that is completely unfamiliar to Nevelta. They both want to try, and they do - but it’s too tense and awkward to go very far for a long time. There is at least one ghost in Nevelta’s head, technically this body she’s in isn’t the same one Zoyeir knew, she has a different name now - every piece of Nevelta has been erased and replaced with someone similar but colder, and neither woman knows how to begin bridging that gap. The truth is, Nevelta isn’t sure she recognises herself any more than Zoyeir does - that sometimes it feels like Zoyeir sees more of the old Nevelta in her than she does. But that is not a helpful thing to think, nor useful in any of her plans, and she constantly shoves that lingering doubt to the back of her mind, never able to fully escape it.
New chapter is live: Chapter 43 - Reversal Nox has to face whatever came out of that shuttle. “I took it from a hoarder. A deviant man. A slaver. And who says Sith must only use red? I quite like this color.” -Nox Read it on AO3: [ AO3 link]
Darth Nox: Volume One - Rise to Power Before Korriban, before the trials, before the name, there was a boy born to a slave and the Sith Lord who owned her. He was never meant to know. This is the story of Darth Nox from the beginning: the childhood the galaxy never saw, and the choices that carved a Lord and then a Darth out of a slave called Jed. Told from inside his head. It gets dark, but it also gets really fun. Volume One of a completed trilogy. If you like a dark protagonist, slow-burn power progression, real SWTOR worldbuilding, very messy relationships, start here. There are 42 chapters live already, so there’s plenty to binge. AO3 link - New chapters Mon / Wed / Fri
An updated reference sheet for Erris. Not much has changed but the lines and colours are much better here. Full Name: Wryn'erris'dreyth Gender: Female Age: 32 Height: 183 cm / 6'0’’ Race: Chiss Personality: Calm, organised and scheming. She can be genuinely charming but also manipulative if she has an ulterior motive. She values pragmatism and the slow building of alliances to strengthen her position in the Sith Empire’s ever-changing hierarchy. Equipment and Abilities: Erris prefers to wear robes and cloaks, with only a minimal amount of armour. While her physical strength and lightsaber skills are unremarkable, her Force powers are very strong and can aid her in battle. She can create powerful blasts of lightning and manipulate objects with ease. Out of combat, her Force senses and mind reading abilities allow her to navigate the dangerous rivalries present in the Sith Empire. Biography: Erris grew up in the Chiss Ascendancy in the Unknown Regions. She was a Navigator in a liaison team who began to unofficially assist the Sith Empire in their wars against the Republic. Seeing the Sith Empire’s strength, she began to become frustrated with the Chiss’ isolationism and fear of their own Force users. Her life was tightly controlled and she was painfully aware that Navigator’s powers inevitably fade with age. Hearing the Sith could train Chiss to retain their Force abilities, she escaped her ship and defected to the Empire. Years later, as an Inquisitor she has used her power and status to carve out her own slice in the Empire, whilst carrying out missions for the Dark Council. She later recruited the Sith Warrior, Zarrik and the two became partners, operating out of her skyscraper on the capital world of Dromund Kaas.
23, 31 and 33 from the swtor oc ask for whoever you please :))
I said I was going to yap about my new Inquisitor some… weeks? ago??? And never fixed that, so I think we shall now! :D [ swtor oc asks ] 23. Do they like their role in their current situation? ei: if they are a Sith do they like being in the Sith order? And this is the perfect question to springboard off of, because Fenyx never has been. Not with his tribe, nor with the Sith. I don’t have all the specifics of the beats nailed down, but Fenyx is my bean who has been running from gender roles, societal roles… roles upon roles thrust upon him for as long as he can remember, only to find more impressions of who everyone else wanted. I guessed/extrapolated on the… minimal baseline given of the fighting nature of the Rattataki and some of the imagery we see later on Umbara and figure Fenyx was born and expected to become something of a seer in the tribe - important to decisions on movement and resource-driven conflict between the tribes (and, of course, any other cause that might be given for going into conflict). It felt an ill-fitting role to him, not only for an aversion to being expected to shoulder so much pressure in landmark decisions, but for associated rituals and presentations. I the author shorthand that as Fenyx is trans, but how much he would use that kind of description of it all is… less clear to me. Because, unfortunately, his refusal of the expectations of family and tribe left him a social outcast, and an easy target for the slaving operations that fuel the Empire. And, eventually, the same ability his own people intended to rely upon became the direct interest of the Sith, and he was sent to Korriban to train as Sith (ultimately, the same ability that the ghosts of the Sith will train as Forcewalking). And he met Darth Zash. Another woman obsessed with her own image, and her own goals for him. And it’s not just Zash. The Sith are built on the bones and tombs of their dead - the historic and the failures. Zash saw a vessel for her next scheme. Khem Val is constantly drawing comparisons - though Khem ultimately draws less and less of Fenyx’s frustrations. Because at least Khem was always rather blunt with the thought of killing him. In a sometimes bitter way, at least Khem was honest in a way the rest of the Sith would never be. Even Kallig, the deceased, And no, he has not learned to enjoy it any more. It curls his lip and rolls his stomach still, what has become necessary for survival - merely survival, forget something pleasurable - to be tolerated. He’s a little busy just trying to tolerate everyone else’s barely tolerance of his existence. At this point, it’s not necessarily the power that’s exhausting. But one tires of finding the same disappointments in every new person you cannot help but meet. 31. Describe their personality. Are they snarky, noble, insane, etc? Some days, it probably looks increasingly exhausted. In a way that’s frustrated with being restrained. Being expected to perform to everyone else’s strings. But Fenyx is not particularly inherently confrontational, though the Sith have given him an outlet for shortened patience that includes not being averse to zap someone that has tested the limits of that tolerance. He’s not interested in having to prove himself to everyone. Especially when they want a certain thing of him in complete disregard to his own interests. He tends to hold himself to his word, especially because so many around him have been prone to lying for their own ends. He loathes those that treat their power as a hammer to reshape those around them. Self-determination is incredibly important to him, especially because everyone and their cousin seems dead-set on restraining his, and thus he hates those that try to inflict that upon others, too. At this point, he’d rather like to be left alone with his strange Force-resistant beast and odd pirate companion, but Zash was ever stubborn, of course it wouldn’t be that simple. Nothing ever has been. Sarcasm has become an occasional way to tolerate the unfortunate predictability of everyone being so manipulative. 33. In KotFE which companion(s) from another class are you most looking forward to them recruiting? Hmm… I hadn’t pondered this too much for him yet. At a first guess, I would have a hard time going wrong with Vette though. Someone so determined to not let the world put her down, even given basically every reason to do so is someone Fenyx could appreciate, and furthermore I suspect her attitude will be one that would feel a lot like the unquestioning acceptance that Fenyx could really enjoy. He does not long to be worshiped - that was quite part of the problem, wasn’t it? But it’d be nice if everyone could stop only seeing what they want to see.
another random prompt b/c yolo: va'rika torturing showing off her new nipple piercings to azimuth because. i don't know, because she's va'rika. and by showing off, i mean she's wearing this dress (n.sfw) and it's specifically the 1998 Mugler version
ngl i’ve been mulling over this prompt since you sent it (apparently a month ago) and i can’t get it out of my head so!!! here we go. The slow music, playing on the speakers of a cantina on Alderaan. The drink that was purchased to settle Azimuth Taro’s nerves warmed in her hand. Webbed fingers tapped a rapid rhythm against the counter until the bartender shooed her away to find a quiet table in one of the cantina’s private rooms. This bizarre, tenuous agreement between Jedi and Sith always left the nautolan on edge. In truth, she didn’t like it and would rather wrestle a krayt dragon in the nude. But information was a weapon she could utilize, one that well suited her arsenal. She could sacrifice dignity for information. “What’s wrong, pet? You look agitated.” Voice smoother than silk, honeyed, ambrosial. It made Azimuth jump. Lord Hauntis, Twi'lek sith lord, and a very unfortunate source of good information. Azimuth scrambled to her feet, the feet of the chair scraping against the floor in her hurry. How such a delicate looking thing could be so dangerous was always a marvel. The black cloak hid most of Va'rika’s pale pink skin, nearly translucent with the black veins running across like veining in marble. “Lord Hauntis,” Azimuth’s greeting was as steady and monotone as she could manage, in spite of the other’s fingers already tracing light shapes against her bes'kargam. “You wished to meet.” “I did!” she beamed with all the cheeriness of a child making a new playground friend. She reached up to the fastening of her cloak, leisurely undoing the buttons. “I had something to show you, my darling Jedi. I think you’ll like it.” Azimuth’s brow furrowed, eyes darting between her face and the cloak slowly giving way… before whipping her head so fast to the side, her head tresses slapped them both. (If Hauntis were not the cause of this, Azimuth would have apologized. But such was not the case.) “Lord Hauntis,” Azimuth repeated, voice now most certainly cracking. “What is the meaning of this course of action!” “You don’t like it?” She pouted, mock disappointment. “My enjoyment is not the point; it is your behavior and dress that is inappropriate!” Out of the corner of her eyes, Azimuth could see it. Two new sparkling rings decorating the rosy nipples now perking and hardening in the cool air. Fabric lighter than air hanging from the rings, so sheer that Azimuth was not sure it could be considered fabric. And it was all getting closer. Hauntis slid her hands against Azimuth’s waist, more tender and affectionate than any lover, contrasted against the sadistic joy in her grin. Azimuth wore her emotions on her sleeve, and seeing it contort in helplessness and interest was such a treat. Even more so when Azimuth would not move away. Because as much as Azimuth protested against this, she knew she did want to look. She wanted to touch. Taste. Bite. She would never admit these things, but it was the truth. The cold hands slid up Azimuth’s sides, and she could only shudder under the touch. “Hauntis,” she whined as the hands came to rest on her shoulders and against her neck, “tell me why you called me here.” “I already told you, I wanted to show my new piercings off. And you’re not even looking at them.” There it was again, the mock hurt, the mock disappointment, the mockery of it all. Her hands now moved to rub Azimuth’s head tresses, tugging them in what could have been a half-hearted attempt to turn Azimuth’s gaze towards her… Or to simply arouse her further. It was working. Beneath the bes'kar she could feel the heat growing in her belly, the slick of lust and the growing hardening threats of want between her legs. “I do not believe this has anything to do with our agreement, Hauntis.” A final, desperate attempt at a normal conversation. “Master Jedi Taro.” Hauntis’ hand wrap around Azimuth’s wrist, bringing it up. (How much she enjoyed Azimuth’s cooperation, despite her verbal protests.) “Must every conversation we have be so formal? Why can’t we simply enjoy each other’s company?” Hauntis pressed Azimuth’s hand against her breast, brushing the fingertips against the piercing. Azimuth pulled away immediately. “If that’s all, I’ll be taking my leave,” she declared. She needed to get out. This was more than enough for one day, and she had better things to attend to than to entertain a sith. Va'rika watched as Azimuth stumble her way towards the door of the private room before clearing her throat. “I heard that a senator of House Teral is being held hostage.” Just like that. One simple phrase, one simple sentence, Azimuth stopped in her tracks. Va'rika continued. “I may be able to help you find them, if you spend some time with me. What do you think?” Azimuth, with her back still turned, cursed quietly to herself. This particular senator was a key figure in creating a treaty that could very well give the Republic an advantage on this world… and that advantage could turn a stalemate into a truly decisive victory. All this, for the price of dignity. “What is your offer?” “Spend the night here with me. Keep me company, in whatever way I desire, and I will personally escort you to your senator, alive and well, and ensure you get out just as happily.” Azimuth’s grip on the door handle could have crumpled it beyond function. She did not enjoy this. She did not want to enjoy this. She would not allow herself to enjoy this, despite the growing desire in her demanding more. Despite the desire in her to give in again. Despite her desire to taste the Sith again. To hear her moan again. To feel her squeeze her tight when filled with her girth. To feel her weight on top of her, grinding and writhing and calling her name… … Azimuth needed to close this offer quickly, before all reason left her. “Three standard hours and you can do whatever you wish to me, no matter how extreme. You will give me the location and the guarantee that the senator will be alive and well when I arrive. My entrance and the senator’s extraction will be my concern.” Va'rika scoffed. “You would truly risk the senator’s life over spending some time with me? When you know so well I wouldn’t hurt you? Eight hours, the location and guarantee of safety of you both when you arrive. I will not notify anyone of your arrival, so extraction should be simple, yes?” Azimuth groaned. The sith was right. And unfortunately she was offering a very good deal. “Six hours. Location. Safety upon arrival and extraction. I will do anything you wish but the… extreme things are off of the table.” “Deal. Now be a dear, and lock the door, yes?” She could feel her head tresses burning in shame. Pride leaving the room as she locked the door behind her, trapped in this box with the most frustrating woman in the galaxy. Slowly, begrudgingly, she turned to Hauntis’ beaming face. Slowly, begrudgingly, she inched closer and began fumbling with her bes'kargam. “You are a horrible person, Lord Hauntis.” Cool hands cradled her face, bringing her close for a kiss she didn’t fight off. All for the price of dignity.
#sith inquisitor is a Tumblr tag people add to their posts so others can find related content. This page collects public posts tagged #sith inquisitor from blogs across Tumblr so you can browse them in one place.
Yes. Zoomblr shows posts tagged #sith inquisitor with no login or account required — just scroll the feed above. It's completely free.
Open the blog of any post you like via its link, then use Zoomblr's post viewer to download the image in full resolution.
Zoomblr is a free Tumblr viewer — view and download any public blog's avatar and posts without an account.