Time for another call @swtor tumblr: please share your headcanons :)
With slavery being legal and widely practiced in the Empire, what do your imperial characters think about it? Do they consider it a terrible practice they would ban if they only had enough power? Are they neutral about it, think it's useful for the economy/just a normal part of life?
Do they own slaves and how do they treat them? Why?
Especially for the SI (who used to be a slave before they were sent to Korriban): how did their past experiences shape their view on this topic?
prompted by a scene in an ongoing rp (@starrealis), the conversation between our two Sith went somewhat like this:
Drake: OMG, stop abusing the slaves! You can't just shock them for spilling a drink!
Var'lock: *confused* explain why
Drake: *exasperated* Slaves are people? You should KNOW since you used to be one.
Var'lock: FYI, I treat them exactly the same as any other people. I shock them and then I laugh as they scream in pain...
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More Angels done! From left to right, we’ve got @angryducktimemachine‘s David, @starrealis‘s Draeg, and Bball on Discord’s Maghram! These were all super fun to draw, so YEAH, hope y’all like how they turned out!
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havent drawn Drez and Ella in literally ages so here’s some cute bf and gf time
*edit: you ever just forget that like... your character has A PROSTHETIC ARM
The ground descended away from them, sparkles in the fresh snow merging into a delicate pink-gold sheen in the falling light. Pines cloaked in thick mats of snow showed their tips, swept free in the wind. But Blakk didn’t notice much of it. He’d been distracted a lot lately.
It was hard to live in the moment. To appreciate - to know - where he was and who he was, and where he was supposed to be going. He saw the past in so many things, felt the emptiness in everything. The Empire continued to give him a purpose, but it felt hollow. He felt hollow. He went through the motions, but ... there wasn’t much that seemed to have a point.
The sun glinted in stunning, blinding gold through the corner of the gondola as they rose higher, perching tremulously on the edge of the mountain slope. The glare filled his eyes, made it easy to remain inside himself, lost in thought, unseeing past that glorious barrier. It was almost a comfortable place, of unanswered longing and melancholy, which no longer stabbed but settled deeply around him like the snow around the trees. He was conscious of the gentle creak of the lift system, the rocking in the air. But this invisible blanket held him like memories of a childhood dream he never had.
Then there was a tug on the blanket - the real blanket - around his shoulders, pulling it more tightly around him, hugging the bared skin of his neck with its heavy, wooly softness. The moment let him go, and he glanced up into pale green eyes, whose clarity anchored him back to the gondola. At once, the crispness of the air registered, the chill of the gentle breeze on his cheeks and the coldness of the stilled fingers in his mittens, and the heated seats at odds with it, pouring out warmth in a futile attempt to combat the winter air.
“Yurei,” Blakk murmured, and shivered.
Yurei smiled, sliding his arm around Blakk to rub his side. “Hello gorgeous. Enjoying the view?”
Blakk’s eyes drew back to the scenery and he blinked to find it already dimmed, the sun now hidden below the edge of the mountain while he’d been lost in thought. Twinkling points of lights were appearing among the trees as the slopes lit for the local month of Solstice. The sky was perfect and smooth like blue glass, with the same kind of polished clarity as Yurei’s gemstone eyes.
“Yeah ... I am,” he replied, softly. The arm around him encouraged him to lay his head upon Yurei’s shoulder, so he did. Yurei slid closer, a welcome line of warmth along his side, and Blakk wondered if he’d artificially increased his temperature to be felt through both their layers of clothing, or if that was even possible. Yurei pressed a steaming mug of spiced Hoth chocolate into his hands, and returned to rubbing the cold away.
The drink introduced another pang of memories to his heart, but Yurei’s voice rumbling gently against him chased it away. “I know you don’t like the cold, but I thought it would be nice to spend some time together, just the two of us. It’s a long ride, but the restaurant at the top is supposed to be nice, and I heard about the view ... and wanted to show you.”
The lights below had spread, turning the dark patches of trees into an imitation of the night sky, a true winter wonderland viewed from above. Blakk was conscious of the height now, and it tingled through his spine and feet the way he loved, watching the landscape sail past below them. He focused on the slight rocking, and it made him giddy, knowing that they could so easily step off the bench and plummet to the earth below.
And it was nice, having Yurei there, with his large, strong warmth, and eyes whose clarity sounded like the possibility of the open sky.
“It would be nice to be down there, with the lights,” Blakk murmured.
Yurei smiled. “There are some trails up at the top, just like that. If you want.”
“Yeah. That sounds nice.”
Yurei’s arm tightened around him, hugging him close. Blakk sighed, and smiled, just a little, watching the journey of the stars below them through the steam of his cocoa.
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Goes without saying but @starrealis is super rad. Not only was the drawing friggin gorgeous but she sent it to me! I would send you all the cookies if I could.
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.
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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.
characters: Lothar, Idalia @kaosstar and Shane @starrealis
A/N: In which Lothar has a request for his Sith lovers and they indulge him a bit
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To her surprise Idalia found she was enjoying herself quite a bit. She hadn't been so sure about this a few days ago, when Lothar had first put forward the idea, blushing and squirming so very uncharacteristically. But now that they were actually doing it? It wasn't boring at all. In fact, she found it quite relaxing, tying all the little knots, following the patterns she had committed to memory.
Shane smiled at her, and she realized she was absent-mindedly petting the sand colored fur under her fingertips. She quickly finished the last knots, tying the red strings of rope around skin and muscle, following the hard planes and lean curves of Lothar's body.
“Amazing,” Shane commented, and Idalia had to agree with him, taking a step back to admire her handiwork. The bounty hunter looked good like this, like a work of art, a statue of a Cathar warrior perhaps, so expressive and yet... weirdly vulnerable.
Lothar was holding himself very still, kneeling on the bed with his arms tied behind his back, his cock jutting out eagerly from between the ropes, begging for attention. The red ropes contrasted nicely with the color of his fur.
“Are you just going to leave me like this?” His voice was hoarse, but still demanding. Desperate. “Come on. Touch me.”
Shane chuckled, and he took a step towards the bed, but Idalia stopped him with a soft touch to his arm. “Let's not rush, my dear.” She still wondered what drove the bounty hunter to request this. Wanting to be restrained, giving somebody else so much power? It was strange to her. What was so exciting about putting his life in their hands?
Of course, in a way Lothar always did that when he was with them, didn't he? Perhaps it was a Mandalorian thing? They had lots of weird traditions...
Idalia held up a red silk blindfold, watched with amusement as Lothar's eyes went wide. The blindfold had been Shane's idea, but she could immediately tell that the bounty hunter wasn't going to protest.
She tied a red fabric around Lothar's head, her breath ghosting over the tip of his pointy ear. There was a sharp intake of breath as she “accidentally” brushed against his cock, before she stepped back again and pulled Shane into an open mouthed, passionate kiss.
Would Shane enjoy being in Lothar's stead right now? She had asked him earlier, and he seemed to think that getting tied up in bed was the most normal thing in the galaxy. Perhaps it was among Zeltrons. Idalia usually didn't have the patience for games like this, but for her two lovers, she was always willing to make an exception. She knew they'd make it up to her.
For a brief moment she forgot about the tied up bounty hunter on the bed, so intense was the pleasure from Shane's kiss. He always managed to leave her dizzy with want. His strong arms wrapped around her and held her close, one of them rubbed the small of her back and then cupped her ass, made her realize how wet she was and how desperately she wanted him to fuck her.
“Oh come on....”
When Lothar started complaining again, she remembered all the fun things they had planned for him. Shane grinned against her lips and kissed her some more, allowing the anticipation to build until Lothar's muscles were shaking with tension and he groaned in desperation, his cock swinging with every small and futile movements of his hips.
“Cut a guy some slack! You can't just ignore me like that... have all the fun without me....” Of course they could, but they weren't that cruel.
Idalia suddenly realized that Lothar was able to smell their arousal, and even if Shane's pheromones didn't affect her, she knew they never failed to drive poor Lothar insane.
“He's so impatient today,” Shane laughed, but he released Idalia to climb on the bed behind Lothar, grinning as he ran his hands over his chest, stroking the soft fur on his stomach.
“Remind me again, whose idea was this?” Idalia joined them, satisfied by the sharp intake of breath as she raked a nail over a nipple. She liked the way Lothar groaned her name, the way he twitched when she bent down to huff a breath of air over his leaking cock.
“But don't worry. We are going to take good care of you,”
They exchanged knowing glances over Lothar's shoulder.
