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[dingoat]

GLOW prompts: Bioluminescence

@askshivanulegacy's choice for Cipher Thirteen, we've been dabbling with the idea of him developing a little bioluminescence after some shapeshifting misadventures, so I guess this is a bit of a concept piece?

#glow #glow prompts #bioluminescence #imperial agent #cipher thirteen #thirteen #swtor #adjacent #hehehe #I love him your honour

[gaithe-guy]

I just tried this, and it seems to work! I've clicked on like 5 different videos with Ublock on and nothing... So here's to hoping!

Thank you so much for this @askshivanulegacy you're a lifesaver!

If any of you were having the same issue as I was with the Youtube popup demanding you turn off your add blocker or they'd make the video player stop working... here you go! Just follow the instructions (they have videos to show you EXACTLY how to do it), and it should take care of the problem!

#youtube #add blocker on youtube #ublock origin #once more I am safe on youtube! Bless all you hard working individuals that make it happen!

[cinlat]

Whumptober: Day 4

4: Dead on your feet Hidden injury | Waking up Disoriented | Can’t Pass Out

This is taking another dip into @dingoat​ and @askshivanulegacy​ werewolf au. Where Fynta gets to be a bad guy. (Thanks guys!)

Word Count: 489

Fynta was cold. Not just physically, but to her core. Darkness surrounded her, pierced by vivid snatches of conversation and color. Teeth the size of a vibro blade, the sound of tearing flesh and panicked shouts, brilliant blue eyes, and so much red.

“She’s spiking again.”

Fynta writhed in the confines of her weightless prison. The pain had reached a crescendo so long ago that all she felt was the memory of it. Her bones had broken and been put back together, her senses made stronger. The air smelled and tasted sour when Fynta remembered to breathe.

“Test the new inhibitor chip.”

That voice, low and gruff, authoritative. It sparked new memories; new pain. Fynta stood over a closed coffin, her fingers bloody and a still beating heart in her hand. She considered squeezing. “I can offer you the chance for vengeance.” 

Fynta scoffed, knowing without seeing the older woman at her side. She tucked the heart away, out of sight so that no one else would see it. Maybe if she left it there long enough, even she would forget. “You didn’t see what I saw.” There had been six of her then, now she was diminished.

“You know that I can do it.” The older woman touched Fynta's shoulder, and she jerked away. “Whenever you’re ready.”

“You’ll make me into one of them, a monster like those things you sent us after?” They had been unprepared, convinced that it was just another Sith or horror of science and technology. Had she known, he—no, she wouldn’t speak his name; not yet. Besides, he didn’t believe in the Manda, so where had his soul gone.

The voice faded to a whisper that echoed through Fynta’s thoughts. “Sometimes, we must become the monster in order to defeat it.”

“Inhibitor chip active…pulse dropping. General—I think it’s working. We should—”

“She owns you now,” a familiar voice, gruff with exasperated amusement said. It belonged to the heart, speaking from that hidden place where Fynta had left it. “She’ll turn you into her.”

Fynta shrugged. Just long enough to avenge you. The heart sighed, then fell quiet. Fynta wanted to call it back, but the voice clutched at her chest and squeezed until she couldn’t breathe. Better to let it rest. 

“Bring her out.”

“It’s too soon. There are tests—yes, General.”

Fynta’s grey world brightened to blue bubbles and blurred images. She shied from the light, pressing against the cool, hard surface to put space between her and the unpleasant stimuli. Only after it had dimmed did Fynta blink through the medicated haze of her tank. The woman on the other side was familiar. Wrinkled cheeks pulled into a wide smile, sharp eyes crinkling at their corners. “Welcome back, Captain Wolfe. Are you ready to work?”

Pale fur and yellow eyes flashed in front of Fynta’s mind. Her blood boiled, heating the water until the glass cracked. “Good,” General Garza smiled. “Very good.”

#whumptober2022 #day 4: waking up disoriented #fynta wolfe #werewolf au #general garza #fynta as a bad guy

[war-of-wrath]

Get to Know Me

got tagged by several people, would like to throw this back to: @sullustangin @kaosstar @lhunuial @starrypawz @starrealis @askshivanulegacy @dingoat and everybody else who wants to do it

Favourite colour: purple

Currently reading: the Ascendancy Trilogy (haven't had time to read in months, I still need to finish the third book)

Last song:  Instinct (Dynazty)

Last series: House of the Dragon

Last movie: Prey

Sweet/savory/spicy: sweet 😊

Currently working on: kinktober prompts!

#about me

[clanaurvandill]

❝ I am not cute. I am deadly! ❞

Small gift for @askshivanulegacy

Taris was but a memory. One that - yes - was filled with horrid images of what he had been made to do, but also filled with a few... redeeming qualities as well. It was where he had acquired his new Agent... Omega Blakk. The outright, stubborn, and downright infuriating (Scourge’s words) at times Agent that would sooner bite someone’s head off with his words than listen to an order given to him by someone other than those he deemed worthy.

It had taken time - a lot of time and patience - but Blakk had accepted his fate that had been wrongfully thrust upon him. Of course, it did not stop the Lord of the Sith from attempting to find a way to send his Agent back home - to his rightful place.

He realized - and a little too late at that - that he had become attached to the Agent. He cared about the man deeply. And it hit him all in a rush as he stood there listening to Blakk grumble under his breath about another Sith that had waved him off and rubbed his Agent the wrong way - an every day occurrence whenever they actually entered Kaas City. Scourge was the first to say the words that he himself was thinking, and it caught Aikein by complete surprise... but not as much as Blakk himself.

“Cute...”

“I am not cute!” The Agent hissed up at the Pureblood, eyes narrowed and chest slightly puffed out.

“You are cute,” Aikein whispered to him, causing Blakk to blush and sputter for a moment before seeming to gain his bearings, which only caused Aikein to smile even more sweetly at him.

“I. Am. Deadly!” It was spat towards them in anger, the Agent taking on a defensive position, and Aikein wondered if maybe their day had been ruined for Scourge and his words.

“You can be both, Kitten,” the Sith leaned forward and slightly down to be nose to nose with him. “Cute and Deadly. It makes you quite the Force to reckon with...”

Scourge chuckled at Aikein’s words as well as his slight flirting. “To have your enemy believe you are not a danger because you are cute...” Scourge pointed out, raising a taloned hand to shrug it.

“Gives you the opportunity to release a devastating attack on the unsuspecting fool because they allowed you in close,” Aikein finished for him, nodding as he stood fully once more and brushed invisible dirt from his overcoat he wore. “Now come along... We came to the city in order to gather your new uniform and armor with my insignia upon them. And then I believe lunch is in order. We cannot have you fainting.”

“The only one here would be you fainting!” Blakk countered onto him, hissing it right back, and Aikein all about grinned so widely that his fangs showed off.

“Let a man have a little pride, Kitten...”

#oc:aikein doljinti #oc:omega blakk #time travel au

[swtorpadawan]

SWTOR OC : Corellan Halcyon

Inspired by @askshivanulegacy​ and @cole-saberhagen​ - Not attempting their full HTML setup just yet; just giving the template a whirl with the font i chose.  I may do more of these later. 

#swtor #cole-saberhagen #askshivanulegacy #swtor theme #oc: corellan halcyon #swtor profiles #swtor bios #the halcyon legacy

[princess-triton]

🐸👑 September Patreon Reward Ahuska who belong to @dingoat as a gift from @askshivanulegacy! I was happy for the occasion, she’s so pretty to draw!!

✨🌸 Support me on Patreon 🌸✨

#patreon reward #Prince Charming Tier #swtor #bothan #ahuska #dingoat #askshivanulegacy #my art

[far-away-stars]

♥ - What does ‘love’ mean to them? ♦ - What is one thing about them that they are most proud of? ☾- Are they prone to nightmares or dreamless sleep? ☁ - If they’re caught out in the rain how do they react? ♪ - Are they musically inclined? ❄ - Favourite season and why? ♣ - What is one thing that they find embarrassing? (About them, others, things in general) For Illy and Apate.

Illyrio

♥ - What does ‘love’ mean to them? 

A bond like no other.

♦ - What is one thing about them that they are most proud of? 

Khatyrkite. He never expected her to thrive as she did. He didn't dare to hope she could survive, let alone become want she is now.

☾- Are they prone to nightmares or dreamless sleep? 

Not nightmares per se, but they do have something of a restless sleep. It's more sensations of alarm (partially PTSD from the war, I suppose, and due to his strong Force bonds as well, also he's an overthinker and it makes it even harder to fall asleep), but, yeah, in theory he is more likely to have dreamless sleep, or, way more rarely, a full out vision.

☁ - If they’re caught out in the rain how do they react? 

It's an asinine use of the Force, in his opinion, but if nothing else is there he would shield himself with it. But, well, it doesn't really bothers him per se, he barely even feels it after all the years on Dromund Kaas, it's mostly for the clothing and not to look ridiculously wet.

♪ - Are they musically inclined? 

They like music a lot, especially Opera. They are good singers too, but never gotten to play an instrument. But they are something of a theoretical savvy, and likes to dissect some pieces to study their technique.

❄ - Favourite season and why? 

Autumn. Voss autumn. He likes the colors and the length/timing of day and night. He likes the more balanced show of time (unlike the constant storming of DK), and it actually helps them sleep too. He likes the slight chill of the night and the coddling warmth of the early afternoon. 

♣ - What is one thing that they find embarrassing? (About them, others, things in general) 

Dear, he has such high standards, I would say everything. Syrnas is his biggest embarrassment, surely.

---

Apate

♥ - What does ‘love’ mean to them? 

Butterflies in your stomach, thinking about them all the time, going "!" when you see them.

♦ - What is one thing about them that they are most proud of? 

Their ability to kill. It allowed them retribution after being left with nothing, and that's a lot.

☾- Are they prone to nightmares or dreamless sleep?

They have pretty dreamless sleep, but they do happen to have nightmares at times, the sort that stick them with a sense of unease that can last for days and get them issues to sleep. If it truly sticks for more than one night then it can become a recurring nightmare, and those can last for days and truly mess with their sleep. But after a week or two of mounting exhaustion they usually are able to sleep it off and be over with it.

☁ - If they’re caught out in the rain how do they react? 

They would be damn mad for their clothing, thank you for shit. It's impossible to stay classy when a person's freedom to dress is impeached by damn weather. They don't have hair that get wet, and, well, if they weren't that careful about their makeup and outfits they probably wouldn't care as much, but well. It doesn't really rain on Nar Shadda to begin with, so, in general, hell to the no. It's a damn crime.

♪ - Are they musically inclined? 

Not really. They don't mind music but aren't nor a passionate listener nor a participant. They mostly listen to lounge music, or generally atmosphere accompaniment.

❄ - Favourite season and why? 

They are estranged to the concept of seasons, having only lived in ecumenopolises, but they would agree to something temperate, either spring or autumn. Autumn has a better palette and a more energizing aura, also allows nice accessories.

♣ - What is one thing that they find embarrassing? (About them, others, things in general) 

Bad fashion.

#oc : Illyrio #askshivanulegacy #ask : Illyrio #oc : Apate #ask : Apate #slowly working those off >> #the shippy ones now #thank you for the inane amount of asks BLAKK xD #i hope you find your happiness BLAKK xD

[amarearts]

askshivanulegacy replied to your photo “Last painting of the year :D. I tried to make a speedpaint to set the...”

Good luck! You'll do great!!!

Thank you! :D Gonna try hard to make it a good adventure!

#askshivanulegacy

[empire-at-war]

KINKTOBER DAY 24

kink of the day: Three or Moresome

additional kinks/warnings: sex party, exhibitionism & voyeurism, recreational drug use, aphrodisiacs

characters: Sith!Silvass and many, many other characters (@lhunuial, @kaosstar, @starrealis, @askshivanulegacy)

A/N: Some self indulgent fun with Sith!AU Silvass, who gets to enjoy the company of many different people at one of Shidohro's famous sex parties. Have fun finding all the cameos and easter eggs in this rather lengthy piece.

***

Silvass wiped his mouth and pressed a quick kiss on the inside of Shidohro's thighs, stroking her long legs until she was completely relaxed. He was in no hurry to get up, he didn't mind kneeling for her.

“Hm, you look so good like this,” he murmured against her soft skin, looking up at her satisfied smile. “Your beauty is beyond compare.” Shidohro cupped his face in her hands, pulled him up for a deep kiss, tasting herself on his lips. “You're such a flatterer.”

She finally released him, let her eyes travel over his scantily clad body as he stood in front of her, clearly conflicted about whether she should let him go. “I'm glad you made it though. I always look forward to welcoming you at my parties.”

“I'm honored by your invitation, as always.” He bowed and winked at her, ignoring the looks he got from the Zabrak and the Zeltron sitting on either side of her. Einan was more controlled, his dislike hidden by a polite smile. Drax on the other hand... if looks could kill, Silvass would probably be dead by now. He grinned at them as he took his leave, promising Shidohro that he would come by later during the party. After that he wandered around a bit, taking a drink from one of the servants, admiring his sculpted chest and extensive piercings. He didn't bother tying his silk robe in the front as sipped from the spiced wine and let his eyes roam over the party, which was in full swing by now. A handsome Sith walked by with a human on a leash, and Silvass found himself staring at the young man's flushed face and the red marks on his ass.

The best thing about Shidohro's famous parties wasn't the food or the wine or the decorations, no, it was her guests. Invitations were highly coveted among Dromund Kaas' high society, but Shidohro always hand picked the chosen ones. And Shidohro had a great and very exclusive taste in all things that mattered.

Silvass recognized many familiar faces in the crowd. Lord Vowrawn was the guest of honor, drawing most of the attention tonight. Of course Mala was here too, either in her position as head of Shidohro's security or to enjoy her day off. Their eyes met briefly, before she flashed him a smile and left with a tall stranger.

Before he could decide where to go next, someone approached him from behind. Small hands, sharp nails, he immediately knew who he was dealing with, even though he had never bothered to learn her name. Shidohro's youngest apprentice was such a feral little creature. Insatiable, irritable, and never patient enough to wait for her turn. The small Zabrak grabbed his hair and pulled his head down for a ferocious kiss, almost making him spill his drink. She growled and bit his lips when he pushed her against a wall. “Nice to meet you too.” He chuckled at her attempts to get him to fuck her. There was something endearing about the way she demanded his attention, the way she wrapped one leg around his waist, squirming to get his half-hard cock inside of her. Silvass vividly remembered the last time he'd fucked her, how loud she had been and how many times she had come on his cock, clawing at his back in ecstasy. She was always too demanding for her station, but stars, did she love being put in her place. So he obliged her, fucked her against the wall until her eyes rolled back in her skull and she cried out, a quick and satisfying encounter to start this evening off.

He barely had time to clean himself up before he saw another familiar face in the crowd, one he hadn't seen in a long time. Zesira was breathtakingly beautiful, many said even more so than her sister, a fact she loved to be reminded of. At the same time, she was nothing like Naya.

As soon as she recognized him, a grin lit up her beautiful face. Silvass followed her into one of the private rooms, where she made herself comfortable in the middle of a huge bed, relaxing in a nest of embroidered cushions, surrounded by her admirers. Her lingerie wasn't designed to cover but instead to show off the best features of her body. Silvass recognized a few of her companions, but not the man who came up behind her, kissed her shoulder. A Mirialan like herself. Big, strong, serious. Very pretty in an angry sort of way.

“Silvass! I had hoped to see you today,” Zesira purred as he sat down next to her. “Would you like to join us for a bit?” She ran her hand down his chest, chuckling when she reached his soft cock. “I'd love nothing more.” He traced the lace of her bra with the tip of his finger, regretting now that he had just finished inside of Shidohro's overeager apprentice. But if he knew anything about Zesira, it was that she was very patient, the complete opposite of the Zabrak girl. Remembering a few of the things they had done together made him smirk. “I'm sure I can be of assistance until I have... fully recovered.” “I might be able to help you with that.” Naya's sister laughed softly and leaned closer to kiss him, wrapping her arms around him. Her lips were sweeter than the sweetest wine, and as they moved against his he immediately recognized the taste. A powerful aphrodisiac commonly referred to as “red mist.” Silvass knew its effects well. Zesira parted her lips, moaned into his mouth, coaxing his tongue into her mouth. As soon as he followed her lead the cloying taste got even stronger, overwhelming his senses. The drug was potent and didn't take long to work. By the time their kiss ended, his heart was beating faster and his cock was harder than it had been all evening, throbbing and burning to be touched. “Hm, that's a promising start,” she laughed and laid back on her cushions, spreading her legs shamelessly for him. He was inside of her in a heartbeat, moaning at the delicious sensations, all of them enhanced and intensified by the drug. Her skin was so soft, her cunt so wet and tight, he felt like he could get lost in her flesh at any moment. He couldn't talk, but he loved the way she kept urging him on, despite there being no need for it. He fucked her with deep, long thrusts, squeezed her perfect breasts and showered her with kisses until she shivered and cried out. As if her moans were a signal, a few of her admirers joined them on the bed, touching her and worshiping her like she deserved. A blue skinned Twi'lek lavished her breasts with kisses, a young man came up behind her to kiss her neck. Several others joined them, their hands all over them. Others were pleasuring themselves, some of them so ecstatically that Silvass had to slow down and watch. There was a pureblood woman with dark purple skin right next to him, and she was pleasuring herself in a way that was so wildly sensual he couldn't look away.

A young man with a flushed face kissed him on the lips, and he could taste traces of the same substance there, distracting him for a moment. Long enough that he didn't notice the slick and slippery cock pressing against his ass. Only when the blunt head pierced him did he fully grasp what was happening. The blonde Mirialan, Zesira's new lover he reminded himself, pushed all the way in, not particularly gentle but with surprising urgency, his breath hot on Silvass' shoulder. Silvass saw the smirk on Zesira's treacherous lips, and he didn't begrudge her her little games. Not when they got him fucked by such a delicious, fat cock. He groaned and thrust back against the man, then forward into Zesira's heat. Stars, yes. This was exactly why he loved Shidohro's parties so much.

#kinktober 22 #kinktober day 24 #swtor ocs #chiss #sith!au #sith!silvass #zesira #shidohro #richtor #and so many others #so many! #kaosstar #lhunuial #starrealis #this got really long #and smutty

[dingoat]

@askshivanulegacy (from when you posted this XD XD)

#fox #blakk fox #expressions #BBY BOY #dingoat does art

[gaithe-guy]

Tagged by @askshivanulegacy

Rules: In a new post, show the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.

The words brought on another lance of agony to his chest, and he sucked in a pained breath which caused Cirien to gently move his hand to Fenris’s shoulder.

I was writing a Dragon Age Inquisition piece... I should get back to writing that... It was fun ripping your heart out with feels. I don’t even know if I’ll put it up on the internet though... I do slow burn fics... and a lot of people don’t like that. Plus, I want to have quite a few chapters written before I actually post one so I don’t feel pressure.

I’ll tag @cptprocrastination , @raiasintended , @oolathurman , @skwerlly-squirrel , and @exvind . But let it be known none of you have to do this, no pressure.

#I have been tagged in this game

[cinlat]

I was tagged by @starknstarwars​ and since I haven’t had internet during our move, I’ve managed some writing. Woot.

I’ll tag @dimigex​ @dingoat​ @pineaberry​ @sunsetofdoom​ @chivalin​ @outcastcommander​ @askshivanulegacy​ @storyknitter​

I know that I need to work on Blood in the Breeze, but the AU is all I can focus on. So, you guys get another peek at what’s happening in Whiskey & Tihaar. As always, thanks to the lovely @tishinada​ for letting me borrow Ucevi. I love her so much.

Fynta woke in her bunk with no idea how she got there. Her last clear memory was of Aric Jorgan chained to her bulkhead, but that might have been a dream. There were vague images of an apology, and the tangy scent of kolto, which probably explained the Wookie pounding on the inside of her skull. After a few more breaths to clear the hangover of what Fynta hoped had been a good time, her senses began to register other things.

“Fierfek,” Fynta groaned, lifting an arm that weighed twice as much as it should have. She wiggled the numb fingers in front of her face just to make sure that they still worked. Her toes tingled, and there was an incessant ringing in one of her ears. The more that she inventoried her symptoms, the more certain Fynta became that she’d had the shit shocked out of her.

Finally, the ringing in Fynta’s ears coalesced into her comm somewhere around her feet. Shoving into a sitting position, she let loose several more curses in various languages to make sure that she still remembered them. It took a few clumsy slaps, but Fynta managed to answer.

“It’s about fucking time.” Ucevi’s blurry features came into focus. Fynta would have complimented the woman of the attractive color on her lips Ucevi had given her the chance. “Have you arrived?”

“No clue.” Fynta looked around her ship, then remembered that there was supposed to be another body on the rumpled blankets of Aric’s bed. She blinked at Ucevi. “Where am I supposed to be?”

#whiskey & tihaar #wip whenever #things are fine #just another day in the life of this disaster girl #thanks for the tag #sith fynta #sith fynta/jedi jorgan au #fynta wolfe #tish oc: ucevi

[gabedoodles]

Ko-fi commission for @askshivanulegacy of their imperial agent Blakk!

Being an agent is tough and Blakk knows it well.

Thank you so much for commissioning me! aaaa! ^.^

♥ Buy me a coffee ♥ Art blog ♥

#swtor #imperial agent #kofi commissions #Blakk #askshivanulegacy

[clanaurvandill]

❝ It is good to have you by my side, (name). It always has been. ❞

A little thing for @askshivanulegacy

How many years had passed since that day on Taris? How many cycles had the planets rotated? How many times had Scourge been forced to trigger him? How many systems had he destroyed, only to be pulled back and stare up into those crystalline blue eyes that always seemed to calm The Beast within.

It had become second nature to take him along with their contingents of men when they would go on missions. He was a constant, a light in the darkening around Aikein. He gave what Scourge could not, even if most times it was at the end of a rather scathing comment.

So as the years had gone by, he had never given up finding his Agent’s way home. He had not stopped digging, not stopped working behind the scenes covertly to garner the information needed. What he had given up in the process, the promises he had made, oaths he had forged... He might live to regret it - but he would take it all in stride if it meant his Blakk could return to his home.

For as much as he wished for the Agent to stay with them - to live out his days amongst them, and hopefully become happy - he knew that it would always be a call to him. His father’s lover - a father to him in several ways - was quite the same. Even though he had lived to his dying breath with them, he had always longed to go back home - his truthful home - and he knew Blakk would be the same way. He knew the Agent had people in his time probably searching for him, people who the Agent cared for - even if he said he didn’t.

So as they stood there on the unoccupied and untouched world of Odessen, Aikein slowly came to terms that he would be loosing one of the lynchpins that had become a constant in his life. But at least he wouldn’t be loosing him to the Emperor. No. He took solace in the fact that Blakk would be returned to his time - safe and sound - and probably forget Aikein ever existed.

But...

That was probably for the best.

And...

Why would his Agent want to remember him anyways?

It.. was so serene here. If only he could stay on this world - forget the outside Galaxy... So neutral, balanced fully with the Force, both Light and Dark in such coexistence. It brought back such fond memories of his Fathers.

“Are you ready, Agent?” Aikein whispered to Blakk, his hand coming up to gently slide down his back in one last attempt to remember the feel of the Agent his heart yearned to keep - but knew it could not. “For once I start the ritual, I cannot stop...” Part of him hoped that Blakk had rethought wanting to go back - that Blakk wanted to stay with him and Scourge, be part of them - of something... bigger. But all of that hope shattered and crashed around his feet as he saw the Agent nod.

“I am ready.”

A shaky breath in. Acceptance. It was finally there. He finally had to accept the fact that he was loosing a piece of himself that he never knew about until a few years prior. Nodding, he smiled weakly before he was gently urging the Agent within the circle he had created within the clearing, runes written upon the ground.

He then was taking Blakk’s hand, placing something gently within it before he was leaning in to kiss the Agent’s temple - whispered words against skin afterward. “It is good to have you by my side, Omega Blakk...” He then was pulling fully back from him and moving outside of the circle, pulling the Force - both Light and Dark - to him to start the ritual, hands moving and forming symbols - one bleeding into another. “It... always has been...”

Tears had come to his eyes, Blakk could see. Aikein Doljinti, Lord of House Doljinti, The Beast of the Emperor... He was... crying.

“But Fate is cruel,” Aikein laughed out in a sob, a saddened smile twisting his lips as the runes upon the ground lit up, casting up a barrier of the Force itself to manifest around Blakk. “Fate is cruel as is the Force. For it gives and it takes...” He then was swallowing roughly, bringing his head up to look Blakk fully in the eye, his so full of agony and anguish at having to let the man go.

“And now you must go home, and leave this broken man to his fate that he will walk alone... as the Force has always decreed a Doljinti should...” He then was nodding, the final symbol being created with his hands, the rush of the Force around Blakk becoming almost turbulent. “Just promise me one thing, Omega Blakk, My Kitten, part of my soul...” He blinked back his tears, “Promise me... You’ll remember me. On nights where you are alone, you’ll remember me...”

Before Blakk could answer him, Aikein was quickly going down onto one knee and slamming his open palm onto the ground, transferring the Force that had wound around and through him into the earth itself beneath their feet, finishing the ritual.

The last words Blakk could fathom before he was engulfed and swallowed by the rush of power around him were three words he knew were precious to the Sith Lord.

“I love you.”

The familiar noises and sounds of Taris rose up to take over the rush within his ears. As the world came into focus around him, he could not believe what he saw. Had it all been a fever dream? Had his mind played tricks upon him? He was right where he had been at the start of it all.

But the weight of something within his hand had him looking down, the sight of the Doljinti insignia upon a chord telling him he had not dreamed it... at all. It... had all happened. 

And somewhere in the past...

A Lord of the Sith was upon hands and knees, broken, on a serene world untouched by others... all alone - as the Force bid him to be.

#oc:aikein doljinti #time travel au #oc:omega blakk #were you ready for feels? I wasn't ready for feels #But you say to yourself... You're the one who WROTE this! #Yes... yes I was the one who wrote this #but I was not prepared for how it turned out

[askshivanulegacy]

OC Kiss week

Trying to be available for OC kiss week, but I don’t know how much I’ll be doing ... this week, anyway.  Snagged some kind of rak plague or whatever, so my energy levels are pretty low.  But I’ll try, and I’ll definitely do any asks I get sent when I’m feeling better!

My chars are free to borrow, if anyone wants, of course!  Obviously Blakk’s my main, but anyone is up for grabs. :)

#askshivanulegacy