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Headcanon Game - A to Z (NSFW)

Hey guys! I thought I’d so something fun this weekend, so I did my best to sexualize the alphabet and turn it into a headcanon game!

So here’s how it works. You send me a character (or a few), and the corresponding letters that you want me to answer for them!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person) D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual) G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)  J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) L = Location (Favourite places to do the do) M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

I’ll have this running all weekend, so feel free to drop by!

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Guild Politics Wank: Stealing A Community

As long as there is humanity, there will always be politics.

… even in something that should be as simple and as fun as a video game. After rejoining SWTOR for the first time in two years, I finally decided I wanted to explore more of the PvE content. Sure, I could do random PUGs but really, who wants to do that? We all know the headaches that result from the crappy tank or the sorry healer or the DPSer than can’t stay out of the stupid. So I opted for joining a guild. As a Star Wars Galaxies alum, I sought out people who had played SWG. For better or worse, I ended up as a member of The Jedi Order on Begeren Colony. Things started out okay. I wasn’t all that crazy about the trials for the guild ranking system, but… whatever. I’d give it a shot, right? And I did meet some really remarkable people who have become very good friends over the past year-plus. It was not until I’d been a member of the community for a while that I learned just what a horrible, hateful, and deceitful little worm that the community owner was. When I first joined, he was rather like Old George before the American Revolution – what one of my professors called “salutary neglect”: We in the community were left to our own devices, but he retained just enough power over the guilds that we had to rely on him to do basic things like unlocking our guild ships or passing keys to our officers. He was, however, like King George, mostly absent. Thus, we frequently had to find ways to work around him. (Note: Yes, you will find many other YouTube videos calling him out on his hypocrisy, but a) was not aware at the time and b) he was never around. Very little interaction with him personally. Probably a good thing… ) Finally, in September of last year, he called it quits. He was, he stated, leaving SWTOR to focus on real life – namely starting up his consulting business. As of 2 September 2016, he declared in the forums that he would be handing over permanent ownership of the community over to the man who had practically served as his XO all those years:

This was taken as a positive thing by the community. For “Dexlar,” his “longtime understudy,” it was a chance to finally provide leadership that would be present… and attempt to repair a good deal of the animosity that Orion (and his personality, uhm, quirks) stirred within the gaming community as a whole. Within a few days, however, it was clear that Orion regretted turning over the keys. He logged in, lamenting that so many community bans had been lifted; that so many policies that he had been the champion of had been changed. He made a few passive-aggressive swipes in community chat online, but then faded mostly into the aether.

Or so we thought. Earlier this afternoon, Orion approached Dexlar, requesting the community back. Dexlar refused. Members of our community began logging to our enjin site… only to find themselves redirected to the website mentioned in the graphic above.

Orion, having been told NO, literally attempted to steal the community.

A community of stories and histories that we have now lost because the site has been shut down.

A community that the players paid for – the Enjin site, TeamSpeak server access, etc., resulting in not just an inconvenience, but also theft.

Yes, an exploration of his past history shows that he is, as a friend says, a “douche nozzle.” But in this action, he has screwed over the self-same individuals that he says built the community, and claims as his “friends and allies” in the Force.

But we are not his friends, nor are we his allies. He has proven that today. He has proven he is not worthy of respect, and is the lowest of humanity: An unscrupulous, deceitful asshat who cannot and should not be trusted with any form of business. For if this is how he treats his friends, imagine how he might treat his business associates!

This man is no Jedi. In fact, even those Sith with a code of honor would reject him. And, while I have my issues with the current owner, I am here for my friends and my fellow guild mates. Orion has not stolen the community. He has stolen only the name. We remain.

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SWTOR Fic: Time and Tides (Pt. 1)

Summary: An unexpected arrival provides for a potentially awkward reunion. (Emrys Legacy - Theron Shan/Female JK – Annya x Theron)

Notes: A very definite “what if” that I’ve been playing with for almost a year now. The muses were finally willing to cooperate. At least for the beginning. I don’t know yet if this is canon for “Between the Lines.” I’ll get back to you on that. If it were, it would fall somewhere between Chapter 7 (”Holding Pattern”) and Chapter 8 (”Clue-By-Four”).

More to come.

Posted without beta and with minimal revision.

Sighing, Lana Beniko lowered herself into her desk chair, blowing away the steam billowing from her cup of caf. She was just reaching for her first datapad when she sensed a familiar presence lurking in her doorframe. “Good morning, Kaliyo,” she said. She didn’t bother to look up as she booted up the datapad.

“You Force sensitives are all so creepy when you do that,” the arsonist groused. She folded her arms across her chest, leaning against the bulkhead.

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I’ve shared this before, but, editing and uploading Adela’s story, I felt I wanted to share it again – the most “Adela” interaction thus far in the game, and it didn’t happen until “Profit and Plunder” in KotFE.

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Currently rated T. That may increase with later chapters.

Sometimes unfinished business can lead to a dangerous new beginning – the continuing story of intelligence operative Adela Emrys, formerly known as Cipher Nine.

Very likely to be AU after SWTOR release 5.6.

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Quick Aside: Now that the server merge is complete, our guild(s), Republic Division and Imperial Division, will be recruiting over on Star Forge. Both are Alliance-based, medium-RP, with interest in PvE and PvP. We’re small - - a handful of refugees from Begeren Colony - - but it is our hope to build a fun, close-knit community where people can explore their character arcs while making friends and decimating pixels. Current assets include our guild ships, guild bank, and 7% XP bonus.

If you’re interested, look us up at http://thealliancedivisions.enjin.com.

… We now return you to your irregularly-scheduled flotsam. =D

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Annya is ready for the Alliance Halloween party, dressed as Rishi!Lana.

Lana is not amused... and thinks she really wore it better.

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My ice queen as, well, an ice queen.

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The devastation was overwhelming. Places she remembered fondly – green spaces, shops, cafes, and even the office where her father worked – all showed the scars of war: Trees fallen; rubble, glass, and soot covering most surfaces. Criminals ran rampant even in areas once considered crime free, and Corellian Security, their numbers significantly impacted by the previous treaty, simply could not keep up. Channelling her frustration into more positive, useful emotions, Annya stepped in where she could....

...Despite this – despite a loss of millions, despite a decades-long war on their doorstep, the Corellian resistance still fought on. They fought against the Empire, against the Eternal Empire; they wrestled with the assistance the Republic offered. Stubborn and strong, it was a heritage she could be proud of, offering a strength she would need in the times ahead. To honor that history, and to honor the memory of her mother and her aunt, she exchanged her blue robes for green.

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“What have I done?”

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angsty/fluff prompts 50: Everything is fine. XD

I think this is what the muses were angling at with Theron’s absent-minded responses while he was talking to Adela about Kothe.

::side-eyes the muses::

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Adela: Home to Roost [1/2]

Adela: Home to Roost [1/2]

Summary: The familiar Force signature, the familiar voice, familiar features -- recognition settled over her with the subtlety of a sledgehammer: Ardun Kothe, former Mid-Rim Station Chief and her former handler, was here, now, standing before her on the Odessen base, deep in conversation with Theron Shan, Alliance spy and the man who would soon become her brother-in-law.

Hells.

Note: This came about, discussing with friends the spies we’ve encountered in the past, in the TOR storylines, and who we’d like to revisit. Ardun Kothe was one. I thought he would be particularly interesting, given Adela’s rediscovered Force abilities and training -- an aspect that had been suppressed during her interactions with him in the vanilla story.

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Rounding the corner from the War Room, headed for the Commander’s quarters, Adela Emrys felt the hair on the back of her neck bristle. Something was about to happen. Unlike so many other times, however, there was no chill, no rock settling into the pit of her stomach to warn her of impending trouble. So was it good? Bad? Seeking an answer, she reached tentatively into the Force. She was rewarded with what she could only call a fog -- neither light, nor dark; neither good nor bad. It was an odd feeling, one similar to what she felt when dealing with the Director of Administration, Lana Beniko, but this time the base signature was different, almost... familiar?

She could hear now the rumble of Theron Shan’s voice, the lower octaves resonating off the stone walls of the cavern. At this distance, his words were unintelligible. She did not sense the presence of the Commander -- her own sister -- and an attempt to read Shan through the Force revealed little more than a black hole. So he was intentionally blocking, Adela mused. Then his guest is a Force user he doesn’t entirely trust? She might have theorized the visitor was his mother, save for the simple fact that Satele Shan, for all her imperfections, still shone like a beacon in the Force.

Another male voice emerged as she bounded up the stairs into the quarters. The voice was familiar, too, she thought. She looked up… and stopped. The familiar Force signature, the familiar voice, familiar features -- recognition settled over her with the subtlety of a sledgehammer: Ardun Kothe, former Mid-Rim Station Chief and her former handler, was here, now, standing before her on the Odessen base, deep in conversation with the former Republic spy.

Hells.

Adela blinked, looking to Theron. “My apologies,” she said. “The door was open, and --”

Theron waved it off. “It’s all right. This is someone you should meet, anyway.” A slight smile twitched across his lips. “Adela Emrys,” he began slowly, “I’d like you to meet Ardun Kothe. Chief Kothe, former Imperial Intelligence operative -- and future sister-in-law, Adela Emrys.”

“Just ‘Ardun’ will do for now,” Kothe corrected. He nodded to Adela, brown eyes catching blue for a brief, significant moment. “Pleasure to finally meet you, Agent Emrys. I’ve read about your exploits for a number of years.”

She felt his attempt to sense her out, and his resulting surprise as she both allowed it and he realized she had a very distinct presence in the Force. Then again, her suppressive implants and conditioning had been mostly functional the last time they occupied the same room, some five years ago. Like a good spy, however, his expression revealed nothing.

“Just… ‘Adela,’” she said, following his lead. “Your reputation precedes you, as well. You and your operations team made my life very interesting for a time.”

Kothe allowed an impish grin. “Mission accomplished, then,” he replied with a chuckle.

“It seems Chief Kothe will be our liaison to Director Trant,” Theron explained. There was a hint of amusement to his voice. “The Director needed a direct link, someone he felt he could trust. Kothe ran one of our best and longest-running Imperial sources. Apparently, this qualifies him for the job.”

Adela arched a fine brow. “Access to all three sides would certainly offer a clearer strategic picture… if all sources can be trusted.”

“They can be trusted,” Kothe said. His confidence and sincerity was impossible to miss. It was, however, tinged with more than a little curiosity. That, Adela reasoned, would have to be addressed later… without her future brother-in-law hovering just to her left.

“If you don’t mind, Theron,” the former station chief continued, “we’ll wrap here. I’ve got more than enough to discuss with Marcus, and I’d like to take a little time to relax before I start the trip back.”

Theron nodded. “I’ll make sure you get encrypted copies of the reports before you leave.”

“Perfect.” Kothe looked to Adela. “Join me for a drink? I’d love to hear your side of some of our war stories. I’ve heard all of his.” He jerked a thumb over his shoulder at the former SIS operative.

“Sounds like that could be entertaining,” she replied with a chuckle. “I’ll meet you in the cantina after I finish here?”

“See you there.”

With a nod to her, then Theron, the SIS station chief turned on his heel and departed the room. Adela watched until he disappeared around the corner, then turned her attention back to her future brother-in-law. “I am sorry to interrupt,” she said. “I was looking for Ahn.”

“Ah,” Theron began, “she’s up in the medbay with Doctor Shade.”

“Medbay?” Reaching out across the bond she shared with her twin, she noted a muted sense of frustration and impatience; anything else was murky at best. She couldn’t tell if the weak link was due to her own neglected abilities or an intentional attempt on her sister’s part. “She is all right?”

“Far as I know,” her former counterpart replied. “Doc Shade insisted on checking her out once a quarter, making sure the carbon freeze didn’t do any lasting damage. Since she wouldn’t let Ogurobb near her, I’m glad she’ll listen to someone.”

Adela gave a snort. Former Special Forces medic and now chief medical officer for CorLion, Doctor Margaret Shade could be a force of nature on her own. “After a lifetime dealing with father,” she said, “Maggie is more than equipped to deal with a recalcitrant patient.” She shook her head. “I will check in on her later. For now, I think perhaps I will join Chief Kothe for that drink. Care to join us?”

“Hm?” Theron blinked, refocussing his attention. “Oh, like the man said, he’s more than familiar enough with my war stories. The two of you can compare a few notes for a change.” He shook his head. “I have a few reports I need to get encoded for him before he leaves, anyway.”

Offering a slight smile, the silver-haired agent nodded and turned toward the door. “Then I leave you to it. Try not to work too hard,” she said, teasing.

Shan gave a chuckle as she headed down the steps. “Too late.”

Shaking her head, Adela trotted down the stairs and back into the corridor. She then drew a deep breath and steeled herself for her rendezvous in the cantina.

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“it’s not dangerous. i’ll be fine.” >.>

I think I’m starting to understand why Theron’s always complaining about a sore back. Xaja shifted uncomfortably in the hard chair she occupied and tried to focus again on her datapad. No matter what catastrophes the Alliance Commander faced, there was always work that needed her attention relating to the Alliance, the base, and the ongoing war with Arcann, and it wasn’t fair (or even possible half the time) to delegate her tasks to the rest of the command staff.

With a grunt, the small Jedi drew one foot up and underneath her, a position that would have been comfortable in literally any other chair besides this one. Blinking her heavy, dry eyes, she flicked to the next message on her datapad and pursed her lips as she read Torian’s message. Of course the son of a bitch- no offense to Senya- is retaliating for Darvannis on civilian worlds. What else would he be doing? She thought something very angry and not-Jedi-like at the void in her mind where Valkorion had, until recently, occupied space in her brain, and typed in an acknowledgement to Torian. I’ll have to talk to Lana about arranging for rescue or aid missions. Maybe we can bring some of the survivors into the Alliance. We’ll probably have enough volunteers who’ll want revenge against Zakuul…

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Send me a letter and I'll tell you which OC of mine...

A: is the most attractive.

B: gets bored the fastest.

C: is the most open to cuddling.

D: fears death the most.

E: is the most emotive.

F: is my favorite.

G: has the greenest thumb.

H: trusts their horoscope the most.

I: tends to idolize people they shouldn't.

J: tells the most dad jokes.

K: is the most skilled in the kitchen.

L: lies the most.

M: is the biggest memer.

N: needs way more attention from me.

O: has the most OCs of their own.

P: is the purest, most perfect cinnamon roll.

Q: is the quickest to judge others.

R: feels the most detached from reality.

S: has the strongest spirit.

T: is the most terrifying.

U: is the most unapologetic for the way they live their life.

V: is the best at video games.

W: watches the most anime.

X: is the most xenial toward complete strangers.

Y: yells the most.

Z: gets the most overzealous over something others wouldn't expect.

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“i won’t let them hurt you.” (For whoever you want :D)

Can be considered a follow-up to this, but prior knowledge of what happened there not terribly essential. Long story short: bounty hunters and shock collars and PTSD, and Xaja fears shock collars almost as much as she does carbonite.

Theron’s eyes flew open before his brain had registered that he was no longer sound asleep. In the dim light (not quite as dark as he liked to sleep in, but considering Xaja didn’t like darkness, he could put up with it), their room in the Alliance base looked the same as it had when he’d fallen asleep, down to the clothing strewn across the floor that they’d discarded while stumbling into bed together. Theron squinted- no sign of any intruders or disturbances that he could see. What would have made him-

The tiny, muffled noise behind him stole his attention and made his heart ache reflexively. Theron rolled over to be met with a tightly curled-up ball of red-haired woman, her bare shoulders trembling as another tiny sob wrenched itself out of her. Another nightmare? he thought as he gently shook her shoulder. “Xaja,” he softly called. “You’re dreaming. Wake up.” I’m gonna kill that mind-raping Sithspawn in her head myself…

Xaja flinched from his hand and twisted her petite body as though to get away from him, or from the monsters in her head. Trying to not feel too upset by that, Theron sat up and gave a command through his implants for the lights in the room to brighten. “Xaja,” he said, a little louder this time as he gently took both of her shoulders. “It’s not real. You’re having a nightmare, sweetheart. I need you to wake up.”

The tiny woman in his grip jerked her head, a panicked-sounding sob escaping her mouth. Theron’s heart broke when he saw her face twisted in pain and terror. “No… please, don’t…”

“Shh. It’s not real, Xaja.” Theron shifted one of his hands to rest on her cheek and ran his thumb over her cheekbone the way he knew she liked. “It’s a nightmare. It’s not real. You’re safe here.”

Caught up in the depths of her nightmare, Xaja apparently couldn’t hear Theron’s increasingly-worried voice. She tried to jerk her head away again, tears streaming down her pale cheeks. “No, please, don’t hurt me again, please!…”

“Nobody’s going to hurt you. I won’t let them hurt you.” Theron shifted his hand back toward her shoulder to shake her awake. “Xaja, wake up. I’m here. Please wake up-”

She jolted at just the wrong time, and his hand fell against the shock collar scar on her neck, a leftover from the bounty hunters on Bandomeer. Theron realized what she was dreaming about when that made her eyes fly open, still unseeing of anything beyond whatever terrible memories she was reliving as her terrified scream filled the room. “NO!” Panic made her lash out with the Force, and Theron counted himself lucky she was too disoriented to aim correctly, otherwise he would have gone flying across the room; as it was, he grunted as the push hit his shoulder hard enough to bruise and knock him back against the mattress.

“Xaja, wake up!” The spy righted himself and gripped the sides of Xaja’s head (well away from the scars) as she stared ahead, her eyes glazed with terror. “I’m here, you’re having a nightmare, you’re safe here, they can’t hurt you anymore, please wake up.” As Theron kept talking, he started to see awareness creep into her gaze as she finally started to escape the nightmare. “That’s it, you’re okay, you’re safe with me. We’re on Odessen, nobody’s going to hurt you here. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

“… Theron?” Xaja’s tiny voice, so unlike the tone she used as Master/Commander Taerich, was barely audible. 

“Shhh. Yeah, it’s me.” Theron sighed in relief as Xaja reached up to grip his wrists beside her head, as though reassuring herself that he was real and safe. “I’ve got you. You’re safe with me-” He grunted again as he suddenly found his arms full of shaking Jedi woman and wrapped his arms tightly around her as she buried her face in his bare chest. “I’m not going to let anyone hurt you. You’re okay. I’ve got you. Shhh…” He’d never been the best at comforting anyone before, but she didn’t seem to panic more when he started rubbing her back soothingly. “It was just a dream. It wasn’t real.”

“It felt real,” Xaja whispered, trembling in Theron’s hold. “I could feel it…”

“Shhh.” Theron bent his head to kiss her tangled hair, feeling his skin dampen where her face was and his heart breaking for her again when he realized she was crying. “I’ve got you. I’ll always be there, okay? You’re safe with me. You’re okay. Nobody’s going to hurt you while I’m here.” He carefully shifted around until he was leaning against the headboard and she was bundled into his arms, the blanket pulled up and tucked around her shoulders.

She eventually raised her head, eyes puffy and red and cheeks damp. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, wiping at her eyes with her fingers. “For waking you up.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’d rather be awake than have you stuck in that nightmare any longer.” Theron kissed her hair again. “Want to try sleeping again, or meditating?”

Xaja had already started shaking her head the moment ‘sleep’ was mentioned. “I can’t… I don’t want to see it again-”

“Shhh. Okay. You don’t have to.” Theron gently tugged her head back to rest on his shoulder. “I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart. I’ve got you. I won’t let them hurt you.” He glanced at the chronometer, tried to not wince when he registered the time of 4:47 AM, and returned his focus to the still-trembling woman he held. “You’re safe here with me.”

“… I know.” Xaja closed her eyes again and snuggled as close as she could get to him. “I’m still sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’ve got you.” Theron shifted to stroke her hair and felt her tense shoulders slowly start to relax. “I’m never leaving you.”

Even when she finally gave up the battle to stay awake and fell back into a light sleep twenty minutes later, he stayed awake despite his own fatigue, slowly stroking her hair and watching for any signs of the returning nightmare. I’m here. I’ll protect you. Always.

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“No one will hurt you as long as i’m breathing” for Grey/Theron

Just to be different… I decided to switch up POVs this time. And I thought Theron was bad about waxing poetic…

Theron had fallen asleep some time ago, head pillowed on her chest as her fingers carded through his hair. If she ran her hands through it before his evening shower, sometimes her fingers would get stuck on the stiff strands, and she’d gently work them apart as he complained about her mussing up his carefully coiffed style (but never actually made any move to stop her). He had showered tonight, and the long strands were almost silky to the touch as she absently combed through it. 

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“If all goes well, perhaps we’ll meet again.”

Oh, we will, Aristocra. And it’s the first thing I’m looking forward to since the Charlie Foxtrot that was Iokath and then Umbara.