I fucked up on the numbers because I can’t count so you know what can you just answer the rest so my soul can be at peace lmfao
WILL DO
NSFW under the cut!
Monogamous? Open relationship? Polyamorous?Depends on who he’s with, again. He’s been in a sort of open, poly relationship before in an old canon, and he enjoyed himself. But he’s also been in monogamous relationship before in old canons, and loved that too. It depends on what his lover wants too tbh.
Favorite sex position?The Bodyguard, or so it’s called ;)
What’s your character’s favorite kink?Daddy kink. He loves calling his partners “daddy”.
How active in bed is your character? Do they like to lie there and take it or do they like to get the most bang for their buck?Lmao oh my god he totally lays there and just takes it ahaha. He’s such a pillow princess tbh.
Kissing during sex, yes or no?Yesss, especially body parts.
Lingerie? Yes or no?Absolutely!
Would your character join a threesome if given a chance?Oh hell yeah.
Your character’s Penis size? His penis is longer than it is wide; I’d say about seven inches long and a few wide.
Preference for penis size?I mean Soren is a glutton for punishment so he prefers his dicks big, thick, and ridged ;) but again he’d also enjoy smaller and thinner.
Does your character like to roleplay? If so, what?Ohh yes he roleplays and he loves it. His favorite scenario would have to be where he plays a misbehaving, sassy acolyte being punished by an overseer. ;)
Does your character prefer condoms or bareback?Bareback, all the way. Though of course for safety reasons, he uses condoms.
Your character’s most private sexual fantasy?It’s simple: wrapped up in his soulmate’s arms and making love. It’s so private because he’s never found it; he’s never found the one. But he longs for it more than he thinks he should.
Kinks your character would participate in?Just about everything tbh. With a few exceptions.
Kinks your character would not participate in?Dub con or rape-play. He enjoys submitting but, being a former slave, refuses to engage in these kinks.
A character that yours fantasizes about coupling with?Darth Malgus. Since Malgus is about 7 feet tall and so intense, Soren could imagine getting… thoroughly wrecked by him ;) garbage boy
ahhh thank you again! i’ll never get tired of talking about my stupid son
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I’m so torn between 1,5 and 6 (3 seems fun) for Ien/Noq cause I love their smooches winkwonk. I can’t pick, surprise me? (Even tho I’m the one who asked I’m terrible sorry)
Hehehe ~winks~ I choose answer D) all of the above. Well...except for 1. I couldn’t think of a thing for 1 and I don’t want this sitting in my drafts because the rest of them worked so well.
Under a cut for length :’D thank you for asking @claudela!
3. A kiss due to Spin the bottle/Truth or Dare
“As much fun as it’s been watching you make eyes at that man over there,” Baize said dryly, with the nature of someone who has very little patience remaining. “I bet you wouldn’t go over there and kiss him. Even you aren’t that awful.”
Ien’s head jerked up from where he had been scrolling through some local job listings on his datapad over his drink, eyes zeroing on the man who he had, in fact, been flirting with across the bar all night. “I’ll do it.”
“Ien, no,” Baize started to say, but Ien was already setting his bottle aside and pushing back from the bar and something turned pleading in his brother’s voice. “Ien that wasn’t a dare!”
Too late, Ien was already halfway to the man with the long hair that, who noted his approach with a curious expression and behind him he heard Baize curse. “Dammit, Ien!”
Leaning one elbow on the bar, Ien noted what was in the chiss’s half empty glass and signaled the bartender for another one, tossing down a few credit chips to pay for it before offering a charming smile. “Consider this one on me.”
The man’s eyes dragged over him appraisingly before shifting over his shoulder. “Is there a particular reason your friend looks as though he is ready to blow a gasket?”
“That would be my brother, who bet me that I would not come over here and kiss you. But, I find that to be quite rude, and figured at least buying you a drink could be a lead in.” Ien tapped the side of his head with one finger, winking. “As unlike my brother, I have some sense.”
“Ohh,” Noq agreed in the manner of someone who was humoring Ien’s ramblings. “Of course. Well, I certainly would not refuse the momentary company of the sort such as you.”
That knocked Ien’s collected and suave persona away, stalling him for a moment before his smile was back and he leaned in a bit closer. “Then let me humor you.”
Their kiss was short and tasted of alcohol, though it lingered on Ien’s lips as he strutted back over to Baize with a shit-eating grin. “I told you.”
“I hate you.” Baize buried his face in his hands, shaking his head. “I hate you and I’m throwing you out the Ibis’ airlock as soon as possible.”
5. A spontaneous passionate kiss
Ien was starting to get cranky with the game of teasing and flirting he had been caught in all night over several drinks in a watered down cantina on Nar Shadaa. The handsome chiss that had been caught in it with him was hardly playing hard to get, but there was a gleam in his eyes that laid it out clear as day that he was enjoying pushing Ien and getting him bothered.
He wasn’t sure whether he hated it more that it was working or that he was rather enjoying the game. But every game got old eventually and his patience was starting to wane in the flashing neon lights.
With a crooked, mischief bearing grin he leaned into Noq’s space so he didn’t have to shout to be heard, watching the way the man’s brow quirked up slightly. “Pretty damn sure you’ve got your eyes pretty set on me, why don’t we take this away from the bar?”
“Oh?” Noq hummed in interest, wasting no time in standing and following Ien. The lights and haze of the bar faded slightly as Ien slipped into an alcoved hallway.
Without preamble he stepped forward, testing the waters by stealing a quick kiss. Noq leaned into it, a self-satisfied noise breaking from him like he had won their little game and something flared between them. Their kiss deepened, and Ien pressed them back until Noq’s shoulders hit the wall, bracing his forearm against the wall by his head while the other tangled in his hair and pushing up into the kiss to bridge the few inches between them.
The kiss left them both breathless at the sudden intensity when they broke apart and Ien grinned crookedly, gasping out. “That’s for tonight. You’ve been driving me absolutely mad.”
“Have I now?” Noq smoothed his hands over Ien’s shoulders before flipping their positions in one fluid movement, curling one hand across Ien’s jaw while the other planted itself against the wall. His long hair hung over his shoulder, shielding them from the chaos of the bar as he tilted his head down, his words ghosting across Ien’s lips before capturing them again. “Good.”
6. An aggressive kiss spurred by agitation/anger
(I guess this is kind of based off an idea I want to elaborate on in the future)
“Are you actively looking for a death wish or does it just happen?”
Ien scowled as Noq all but shoved him through the door, his fellow chiss swiping hands that were covered in soot and ash from his ratty jacket across his dark pants. He jerked his jacket back into place, wincing as his sore muscles protested; smuggling into Dromund Kaas for the Ascendancy in hopes of forcing a conversation with his brother had backfired as soon as he had reached the second or third customs gate and all but blown up in his face. Literally.
“I don’t try to do anything of that nature.” He growled, looking around the rooms that he had probably become far too familiar with for comfort. “Just like I don’t ask you to come bail me out.”
Nok propped his hip against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest as he narrowed his eyes dangerously. “I hear a certain smuggler ends up in Imperial custody and I don’t like that. So I retrieve you. Simple.”
Ien didn’t know why frustration was bubbling to the surface and being thrown at Noq–after all the man hadn’t done anything but save him from a hefty fine or worse–maybe it was the fact that he had failed in reaching Baize again and he needed an outlet. “I just don’t see why you would give two fucks about a Hutt space smuggler.” he sneered, looking away and prodding the tender spot on his split lip with two fingers while the frustration simmered.
He heard Noq scoff, an equally frustrated noise, heard his footsteps, but still jumped when he appeared in front of him. “Ien,” Noq said, a harsh slash of syllables through the air, Yen. Something in his eyes was hard and Ien’s scowl deepened when Noq seized his chin–not harshly as he would’ve expected, but enough to drag his eyes from the far wall to his. “I think you know the answer to that just as well as I do.”
His irritation flared into a confused, frustrated heat. As if it balked at the thought that someone dared to so much as like to see him live when he couldn’t even do something like keep his brother from estranging him. As if it balked at the idea that someone with the elegance and poise and choice of Noq would so much as grant him a second look.
Without thinking, some deep instinct snatching the controls from him he grabbed two fistfuls of Noq’s shirt, dragging him down to his level so their lips crashed together. It was angry, simmering with the intensity of everything raging in his own head, hard enough to send a sharp stab of pain through his battered split lip. He pulled back slightly, breathless and glaring at Noq from under his brows. “Fuck you,” he said lowly, though it lacked any honest bite. “and fuck your good intentioned–”
He didn’t get to finish as Noq rolled his eyes and dragged them back together by the lapels of his coat.
Sometimes for pieces that are bigger than a bust. And usually for certain poses. Like I can’t for the life of me draw hands on hips out of my head. References are good to use, not for tracing of course. But for learning things like checking if you drew something correctly or just studying how certain things are drawn (for me it’s often anatomy). Sometimes certain photo’s/references can inspire me as well.
Here’s my [anatomy board]!
15. How long does an average piece take you to complete?
LONGER THAN I WANT. Honestly I don’t really track my time that well, I really should so I can be a faster artist. But ehhh it really depends on how well concentrated I am (which I have trouble with) or wether I already have a clear picture in mind/still need to design and stuff. I think a fullbody sketch is around 4 hours. Headshot sketch around 1. Fully rendered fullbody is about 20 hours now. Oh and my last environment painting was 5 hours. All of these are done in procreate and the app tells you how long you were in that canvas! Very useful.
I would be so much faster if I didn’t have ADD (got fucking nerfed lads)
27. For digital artists: how many layers does a typical piece require?
UUUUUUUH hm. One or two for sketching -> One for lineart -> One layer for each color. -> layer on top for edits over the rest of the drawing -> a few for background stuff. And a whole lot more for fully rendered stuff.
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Drabble List#2 for Ien and Noq but like 2 separate parts. 1When Ien gets captured and Noq goes to bail him out. 59: “Look at me.” 13: “Who did this.” and 2then after the one kiss prompt 17: “This is going to hurt.” 56: “Would you hold still.” 49: “Take your shirt off.” Just general patching him up and checking to make sure nothing is broken.
Thank you so much for the asks @claudela! I adored having prompts that all worked together into one cohesive story and goodness knows I’ve been living for writing these two! Hope you like it <3
Ien was going to languish in this prison for stars knew how long.
That may have been a little dramatic–it was unlikely being caught smuggling illegal goods would truly net him a life sentence, even if this was the Empire he had stupidly been caught in–but staring at the shimmering red plasma barrier in front of him or the slate grey walls around him was exceedingly dull and didn’t foster boundless optimism.
Nor did the thumping in his head or the grating discomfort radiating from his side. Both not gained from his speeder’s exceedingly poorly timed malfunction that had sent him sprawling face first into the Kaasi dirt, but instead gained from the quite unhappy law enforcement agents who had found him with their illegal goods. Ien could still taste the iron tang of blood in his mouth; could feel it dried on his upper lip from his nose and slicking the short hairs along his hairline to his forehead.
Damn it.
He slumped further down against the wall, shoulders dropping as he looked down at his hands–cut up and blistered from hauling cargo and fighting back with dirt and blood under their nails. He wasn’t going to get out of here on his own, not unless he’d like a plasma bolt through his brain. Baize certainly wasn’t going to be any help, not from the way he had scoffed away Ien’s pleas for help because hello, he was stuck in a hostile Kaasi jungle and then had the nerve to simply disconnect their comm connection.
He wasn’t going to get any help there, nor from Deryn, who was somewhere unreachable from the static he had reached. The thought made him sink into the cesspool of self pity, slipping into a healthy pot of the realization that he was alone and completely isolated that sent a violent pang through his chest.
So caught up in the downward spiral he nearly missed the commotion from outside his cell block, the conversation that came in broken and muted through the durasteel door.
“That captain….release…”
“Can’t…no clearance…”
“On my request…let him be–”
The door slid open and while Ien’s brows knitted in confusion he didn’t dare look up–there were many people that came in and out of these cell blocks from his few day experience and he wasn’t certain any of them would take kindly to even being glanced out. He may have ended up in this situation on his own reckless abandon but he did have some semblance of street smarts. He didn’t even dare to look up when from the corner of his eye the plasma wall of his cell flicked down.
He just sat in his corner, eyes on his hands, which fiddled nervous around and around. Self preservation was superior over curiosity.
“Ien,” He closed his eyes at the familiarly cadenced voice, not quite willing to believe if luck was truly on his side. Almost gently, tentatively, a hand slid under his chin, tilting his head up. “Look at me.”
Ien opened his eyes, blinking at the familiar red eyes looking back at him, the long, dark hair he had run his hands through on more than one night hanging in a ponytail over such an aparatition’s shadow. Noq. Confusion must have shown blatantly across his face, he could feel it even if he couldn’t muster the words to voice it and Noq seemed on the verge of answer his unspoken question before his eyes darted over the bruises under Ien’s eye, blossoming across his cheek and across his nose, the cuts and rusted blood, and darkened. His thumb brushed over Ien’s lower lip–bloodied from where he had bitten it in the fall, and his voice was chillingly cold. “Who did this?”
“Uh…” he hummed, stalling at the sudden intensity. “I don’t…there was a posted guard, you might have…uhm…come across him? Out there. But…I just want out.” Despite the shame that flared in his gut his voice hitched in pleading at the end. With each moment they stalled there was a higher likelihood he’d be stuck here among the durasteel walls–something that threatened to drive him insane.
“Of course I’m getting you out of here.” Noq softened but for a moment, fingers brushing Ien’s jaw as he stood–glancing over his shoulder as Ien stared at the uniformed guard stalking through the door, the man in question. “In just a moment.”
He approached the guard with poise and grace, though there was almost something predator like in the deliberate way he moved. The guard, even in the face of such intensity, lifted his chin. “You aren’t authorized to do any such thing. I’ve already called by superiors to remove you and determine just what–”
There was a harsh smack as Noq’s hand connected with the guard’s face, a thump as the man fell to his knees, clutching his gut. “That is for the pilot.” Noq nudged the man’s fallen comlink closer to his hand. “Call of your men, they won’t touch us.”
Wiping his hand on his pants with a disgusted look Noq turned back to Ien, helping him to his feet and when his steps fumbled, slipped an arm around his waist as Ien braced himself against his shoulder.
“Thank you,” he mumbled.
“Ien, take your shirt off.”
Ien nearly choked on the water he had been swirling around his mouth, jerking up to look at Noq with raised brows and wide eyes. “S’cuse me?”
The sigh sent his way was long-suffering as Noq dropped a medkit next to Ien, waving a hand at him in a ‘off’ gesture. “Please. I just need to see what they did. ”
Reluctantly, if only because he wasn’t used to anyone inspecting injuries of his except for him, he slid his now battered and tattered jacket off his shoulders, unbuttoned the collar of his shirt and slid it over his head, bunching it alongside him.
Noq frowned, already reaching out to the ugly, darkening bruise along Ien’s ribs. “My apologies, if this hurts.” He said half a second before pressing his hand–if gently–to the angry spot. Ien jerked away, pain flaring through his side in a violent burst with a equally as violent string of curses.
“Fuck! Nine cold fucking hells–” he bit back the other unsavory phrases his mind conjured, glaring at Noq and the offending hand. “Try that again, I fu–dare you.”
A dry amusement flickered through Noq’s eyes. “I’m sorry, but there’s only so many ways to check if they are broken.”
“I think I’ll manage if they are.” he bit back, scooting away from Noq as he reached for him again. “No, I’m not falling for that twice.”
“No, you won’t.” Noq was faster than he, catching Ien with a hand pressing down on one blue-freckled shoulder and stilling his retreat. “Now would you just hold still, it will only make it go faster.”
“I don’t think I’m—shit–” Ien hissed, turning his eyes up to the ceiling and sucking in a shallow breath, as Noq pressed at another tender spot. “Being given much a choice.”
“I could simply toss you on the streets,” If Ien wasn’t mistaken Noq was teasing him, a small smirk on his lips. “But that wouldn’t be ideal.”
“I’pose not.” Ien agreed in a mutter, eying Noq as he rummaged in the medkit and pulled out a bacta patch and prepped the adhesive on it. Even still he couldn’t bite back the sharp–if slightly more muffled–curse as the patch was smoothed across his battered ribs, Noq’s hand smoothing it over.
OF COURSE I DON’T I mean Za’i probably but a thing about me is that I tend to like whoever I’m playing as best at that particular moment. So Za’i and Bethy and Nera are my faves right now but I love all my children of course even (looks at smudged writing on hand) Cromac
🍃 - How did you start making OC’s?
Oh man I’m honestly so bad at making OCs. I started out honestly just making OCs to fill in spaces in Hux’s life but then once I started playing SWTOR I had no choice so that’s good. So now I have all these bozos but they’re ALL star wars OCs but honestly who cares at least it’s something !
