#Omega Blakk

[askshivanulegacy]

#Barbie #best new meme 8) #swtor #Star Wars #swtor OCs #Cipher Thirteen #Crow #Watcher Five #Omega Blakk #Ahuska #werewolf AU #the gang's all here!

[dingoat]

💘 and 🍰 for your girl !♥

💘 - A Love Interest

Honestly there's no way I could mention one and not the other! Ahuska stars in two very distinct universes and she knows both of these lads in both of them; @askshivanulegacy's Omega Blakk, and @koboldgirl's Mar'an Crow, and they are both very very dear to her (as each of their writers are to me IRL!).

In regular, vanilla swtor-universe, Crow completely swept her off her feet and she very quickly fell head over heels for him. Crow is a little older than her, and had seen much more of the galaxy when they met, and so even though he never did a thing to make her feel as though she had to, for a long while she felt as though she had to compete with his exciting and dangerous past. Crow is very easy to love; he's rugged, charming, funny, more than a little bit dirty, and has a very big heart. Their relationship has always been rock solid, with their major sources of conflict being outside elements- and Ahuska's long running battle with her own self esteem.

Blakk, while being one of Ahuska's most precious friends in the vanilla universe, captured her heart in our alternate world where Imperial Intelligence's top agents are were-creatures of various sorts, and Ahuska herself is the single runaway survivor of the prototype generation. Their relationship is one of eternal angst, friends to enemies to lovers and around in circles and back again as each of their factions pulls them in different directions and the mad science that has been done to both of them keeps getting the better of them. But through it all, Ahuska keeps seeing Blakk's real self shine through, even if he fails to see it himself; bright, devoted, selfless, brave and skilful. She is besotted with him and determined to free him from everything that's holding him back from living his own life, even if that includes herself.

🍰 - Someone who Loves Food

I think this would have to go to @askshivanulegacy's Cipher Thirteen, hahaha. In our alternate universe, the high physical demand of shapeshifting means that the werebeasts all have huuuuge energy needs and need to eat an awful lot to keep up. And so our beloved monster hawkbat Thirteen, and dear werewolf Ahuska both enjoy devouring huge quantities of food (including anything they might take down on the hunt during full moon nights), and he's definitely stepped in with snacks and multi-course meals to calm and comfort her on more than one occasion. But Thirteen also quite enjoys being wined and dined even in more civilised settings, and certain other influences in his life have given him quite high expectations of his meals and a true appreciation of some of the finer cuisine the galaxy has to offer. I think it's pretty safe to say that the man well and truly loves his food!

#character asks #ask meme #people in ahuska's life #or multiple lives #as the case may be! #ty so much for asking! #sorry for taking a while to respond XD

[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

[far-away-stars]

14) Who starts the hand holding? Who grabs the others butt? Who slides their arm around their waist? Who likes to put their fingers in the belt loops? 18) Who talks to the other while they are sleeping? 23) Who thinks they are not good enough for the others love? and who’s more afraid of loosing the other? Who thinks they keep messing up, only for the other to tell them they don’t need to worry? Both again.

Part 2; Blakk/Illy’s edition

2) Who is always horny and will have sex at any time, at any place and at any time? 

They are both terrible. Of course they can handle themselves, and neither is really that horny when outside of a couple-induced setting, but Illyrio is quite.. enticed by situations where he holds any sort of power over Blakk, and Blakk feels pretty much the same when he can be overpowered (wherever he admits it or not >>), so, when such occasions manifests, whatever the shape, usually sexy times ensue. 

That being said I think Blakk has a bit more of a public sex/exhibitionist kink, so he fits more the "at any place" part. (wherever he admits it or not.)

3) Who is more into taking showers/baths together? Who tries to make it relaxing and who tries to make it sexy time? 

I think they are both pretty much used to taking showers/bath solo, and both may have a small array of "issues" taking them together outside of sexy times. Aside from modesty (which Illyrio doesn't have tons of) it's generally something that they may be more used to relax in their own terms and it may take a while to truly share them with someone else. (In a way, especially for Illyrio, cause he tends to take control in any situation where the two are involved, so he may not relax as freely with Blakk around.) 

In general they are both horny dogs >> so, well, Illyrio is more likely to take initiative, but it's not like Blakk could hide interest while naked two inch apart from the Sith. 

6) Who takes photos of the other while they sleep? 

I would assume Blakk wouldn't dare (tho it would be cute :'D ) but it wouldn't cross Illyrio's mind much. He's not much into material mementos. 

7) Who is more protective? 

They both are in their own way, but Illyrio's strike of protectiveness is the more likely to turn into possessiveness, so there's that.

9) Who wakes the other up in the middle of the night to tell them a cool dream they had? Who has the most nightmares, and who sings them back to sleep after?

I would assume neither of them would do the first. :'D aside from manners neither has truly the habit of sharing their thoughts so openly. They both have sort-of nightmares (I think), Illyrio less graphics ones, but that give him high states of alert. He wouldn't hesitate to soothe his kitten if he woke up because of one, and would almost certainly sing him back to sleep. 

14) Who starts the hand holding? Who grabs the others butt? Who slides their arm around their waist? Who likes to put their fingers in the belt loops? 

Dear, they really are not on hand-holding stages, not maybe they'll ever truly be, but Illyrio is the one initiating most physical contact, so, one way or another, it would be him. Pretty much the same for all the other ones too. But he favors Blakk either flush to him or walking by his side/a step behind him, they don't really indulge much casual physical contact aside from that. I guess he would touch Blakk more frequently in private, but he usually favors his face, sides, hips and back (or lower).

18) Who talks to the other while they are sleeping?

Both are pretty light sleepers, so I think unless the other was very tired or very deep asleep taking would wake them one way or another. Assuming it wouldn't happen .. mhn, maybe Blakk could disgruntledly complain in a low voice. Just hope Illyrio isn't hearing you, kitten. 

21) Who cuts the others hair? 

Oh well, Illyrio has very high standards for his looks, but, honestly, I never really wondered who cut his hair :'D droids, quite probably, before having his own probably barber-likes in Dromund Kaas or wherever he was at the time. He would be surprised if Blakk offered, and probably would be more willing to have him wash/brush them rather than cut them, but if he had reason to believe Blakk would not mess it up he would let him cut them. 

I wouldn't trust Illy cutting anyone's hair.

23) Who thinks they are not good enough for the others love? and who’s more afraid of loosing the other? Who thinks they keep messing up, only for the other to tell them they don’t need to worry?

Of the two certainly Blakk. Illyrio doesn have the highest self esteem, honestly, so the opposite would hurt either, but he doesn't really questions his relationship that way. If they are together there are reasons to, and unless something practical and unsolvable has come up he won't truly question bonds of the sort. Blakk may leave, and it may be Illyrio's fault, but it was because it was meant to be then. 

He does take care of Blakk's doubt whenever they come up, tho, even if he is not always very tactful or empatic about them, he still loves Blakk enough to want to soothe and reassure him that he is just what Illyrio wants.

24) Who starts random slow dancing with the other in the kitchen? Who holds the other just above the ground and kisses them? 

Illyrio. He is not that romantic, but he does have a flair for drama, and likes to indulge in action that connect, somehow, and capturing Blakk in gentle webs of seduction and affection is a pleasure of his. He may not do it often, but he will take his time for Blakk when he does. Also Blakk is smol and holding him just above the ground is routine for a lot of kissy times. >>

29) Who does some crazy stunt to try and impress the other and who ends up driving them to the emergency room after it backfires?

Of the two Blakk is probably the one more inclined to harm himself in the attempt to impress or to keep up impossible standards. :'3 

spoiler alert, Illyrio is not impressed by having his agent sleep deprived, hurt and otherwise ER-driven. :’D

#oc : Illyrio #ask : Illyrio #Omega Blakk #and the mess they are together :'D #ONLY TWO MORE TO GO #I see the end >> #I hope I'm not getting too repetitive :'3 #and that's it's still somehow entertaining content #thank you for all the asks u witch <3 #askshivanulegacy

[rekkingcrew]

A dubious looking Omega Blakk for @askshivanulegacy!

Had a lot of fun with my half of this exchange!

#omega blakk #my art #art trade #I do so much better when I have sleep

[avashnea]

What Blakk sees when he pisses off Mika @askshivanulegacy​

#Omega Blakk #oc:Mikaah

[vikobelo]

Last of my OC request inktobers. thank you all for helping me beat the artblock into dust, and for letting me draw all of your lovely OCs! the last few will be my own characters as well as some others that belong to awesome people, watch out!

Inktober Day 23: @tinybuggyart‘s Nautolan

Inktober Day 24: @askshivanulegacy ‘s Omega Blakk

#nautolan #inktober #star wars #swtor #imperial agent #OC #other people's OCs #inktober 2018 #my art #vikobelo

[viridanlegacy]

🔪 We haven't really interacted, but I'll just drop this here if you want to do it! For any of your muses and my Imp agent Omega Blakk if you wanna RP, or any other muse of your choice if you want to do your own oneshot!

Ansndkfbfkfb im sorry for the superduperultramega late reply (((this is what happens when im baffled and dont know how to reply to conversations properly im sorry;; 💦💦))And omg i would LOVE to!! P-probably i'll also use my agent muse, Ithar, if may? I-I'M REAALLY new to this whole rp thing and i--gosh--dont know how to maintain/start one properly..

[askshivanulegacy]

Tagged by @dingoat for the Greek quiz HERE. If you haven't done it than go do it!!

Ahuska and Blakk think a lot alike evidently, because they got the same result. 8)

Cyparissus

young cyparissus, innocent cyparissus, it was all only an accident. your stag, finding relief from the relentless summer sun of Apollo under the forest's trees, did not deserve the cruel wound of your javelin stuck within him, and you did not deserve to inadvertently be the cause of his death. but grief does not care about intent and accidents, does it? even now, your cypress trees cry your mourning tears.

Thirteen got a very different and interesting result tho. 8)

Patroclus

clever patroclus, beloved patroclus, poor patroclus: you do fall into madness, nor vanity, nor hubris. not, that is, for your own sake. love for that golden-haired man, sorrow for your countrymen; it is for his name that you don his armor, and for the dying greeks that you ride into battle. every piece of you is willingly given away, even if after you are gone there are wicked things done in your name.

#quiz #Omega Blakk #Cipher Thirteen #that result for 13 tho A+++ #<_< #THANK 4 TAG

[dingoat]

@askshivanulegacy’s Cipher Blakk, aka Ahuska’s favourite Imperial Agent, is ‘Locked and Loaded’ and ready to join the fight! ALWAYS a pleasure >.>

#fight fight fight #imperial agent #swtor oc #omega blakk #cipher agent #other people's ocs

[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

[far-away-stars]

Moodboard! ✿ and 💛

✿ for a general moodboard about my muse 

Illyrio Anaideia

💛 for a moodboard about our muses’ relationship

Blakk/Illyrio

#80% of the time was taken by me actually building a template by myself that didn't break math #so I hope that succeed at least >> #here I am!! #I hope they are somehow pretty :'D #oc : Illyrio #ask : Illyrio #Omega Blakk #thank you for the ask!! <3 #I had fun uwu #askshivanulegacy

[shortfictionweeklychallenge]

Prompt:  Sight

Fandom:  SWTOR

Characters:  Iegan Varr, Omega Blakk

Summary:  Just an exploration of Miraluka sight.  Iegan discovers the object of his obsession has a love interest, and resolves to learn more about him.  The only problem is, this person is invisible to the Force.  Iegan will solve that.

Warnings:  Torture, but non-graphic

No spoilers.

#SFWC #Short Fiction Weekly Challenge #SWTOR #Original Characters #Star Wars #submission

[avashnea]

Omega Blakk is proof that Imps never stop whining @askshivanulegacy

#Omega Blakk

[askshivanulegacy]

Sending some of these right back at Blakk: Is your muse afraid of death? What is one thing that would break your muse? Does your muse consider themselves a good person? Why or why not? What was the worst injury your muse has received? How much pain can your muse withstand? For how long?

Is your muse afraid of death?

Yes, especially as his story goes on. At first, there is a part of him that's resigned to it. As an agent, he knows that death on the job is a very real likelihood in service to the Empire. But he fights like a wild thing to avoid it or delay it. Even if his smart-aleck mouth and snarky comments get him into trouble more often than not, he will keep going on sheer stubbornness to the last breath if there's even the barest chance of making it to tomorrow. But after he learns what the Empire does to him and concludes that they've erased his soul, he's terrified that there's nothing at all for him after he dies. Bad enough the thought of dying alone, but even worse to know that he'll be simply gone. That nothing will ever be better. It makes everything so much colder and bleaker.

What is one thing that would break your muse?

That something he's done killed someone he loves. That someone he loves rejected him or turned on him. That everything he thought he knew turned out to be horribly, horribly wrong.

Of course, one or more of these definitely happens in his canon storyline. 8)

Does your muse consider themselves a good person? Why or why not?

Nope. He tries. He keeps trying. But he knows he's already a lost cause, with all the terrible things he's done for the Empire. The only thing that keeps him going is knowing that his service is protecting Imperial civilians, and if not being a good person is the sacrifice for that, then so be it.

What was the worst injury your muse has received?

He once hiked across Balmorra with a broken leg. But his worst injury is a toss up between @kaosstar 's SIS agent Der shooting him in the chest point blank at just a meter or two away (on top of a shoulder stab wound and a broken arm) or the experiments the Empire conducted on him. One of course is more immediately life-threatening, but the other nearly cut him off from the source of life itself, crippled his ability to connect with anyone and even be recognized as a living being, and would have resulted in a long, slow, very isolated death without rare and specialized help. As it is, even with help he would never reach his full potential anymore and he's scarred in ways that will take a lifetime to address.

How much pain can your muse withstand? For how long?

It depends. Generally quite a bit. He can never be made to spill secrets through pain, he's much to stubborn and too loyal to the Empire for that. But he can be broken and traumatized. 8)

#war-of-wrath #Omega Blakk #swtor #Imperial Agent #Star Wars #asks #answers #ty for the ask!