I grew up on Star Trek and it gave me this thing called "empathy"? Wack
Proud member of the Septimus Heap community
Star wars is where I escape to
#my art
Have been drawing traditionally with colored pencils since I was a wee lad
Very recently saved up to get an iPad and now I unfortunately also worship Procreate (But it did really improve a lot of my art, I think)
#my fics
I write only when my brain holds me at gunpoint
List of OCs below
Star wars
Ibov Vness
He/they
Only passion in life is lightsabers. They left the order when the council refused to let them learn from VII to train under Dooku. Ibov met their blood family on Mirialan and was pulled into the Clone Wars.
Specializes in the "Jedi mind tricks" side of the force. Kel was a seeker and became a medic for the clone wars. They struggle with their sexuality and end up falling in love with their Clone commander Delta.
Captain Delta he/him: Resident clone OC. He is the captain of the medic squad serving under Kel. Do they fall in love? yes.
Cafhq Zeyer she/her: Kel's padawan before and during the clone wars. She became a knight before the war ended.
Taspruntirr (Tass) he/him: Adopted child of Delta and Kel post 66. He's a Nautolan who is heavily based on a leopard shark. He is my space cowboy fish man.
Spotify Playlist Based on Tass
Miqua Vness she/her: The youngest sister of Kel and Ibov. She meets Ibov when he leaves the order and finds his family and wants to be his little sidekick. Joins the rebellion.
A bit more out there with lots of homebrew world building.
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Theria (Ria) Pye
She/her
Apart of a species of people called Protectors. Started as Alchemie protector and was adopted by Marcellus Pye. Was moved through time to a future where protectors where no longer in the Castle and worked her way up to Castle Protector
Cathal he/him: The very first Castle Protector who drank a potion of everlasting life. Over the centuries he has become so vengeful and full of hatred that he turned himself into a Litch
Spotify Playlist Based on Cathal
Nadir he/him: the first castle alchemist who got into an unhealthy relationship with Cathal
Luna she/her: Hotep Ra's Protector who died to save him from the dark wizards
Fandoms include: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, The Vampire Diaries, The Originals, Legacies, and any other vampire media I've consumed.
Solvi Mikaelson
She/her
A chill one thousand years old, Solvi lost her three kids while she was still alive and turned to Music to cope. In her long afterlife she has been solely focused on mastering instruments and avoiding her toxic family.
(Maybe she turns super evil somewhere in there and starts a cult who's to say)
Solvi's second husband and father of two of their children. He's in it for the ride and maintains a good attitude despite family drama.
He is one of my oldest OC's, and I never ever draw him IDK
Helgi she/her: Solvi's eldest daughter with her first husband Ragnar. Helgi is a werewolf like her father who Solvi accidentally killed in self-defence.
Ase she/her: Solvi and Asmunds daughter. She's really good at witchcraft
Thurmond he/him: Solvi and Asmunds's trans son, he becomes a musician like his mother.
Star Trek: The Reanimated Series
Now back to other illustrations and seeing my friends again before my terrible short term memory makes me forget how time consuming animation is and has me starting a new one
Some things about this post since getting quite a few notes:
1. If you see this post, highly recommend taking it as an opportunity to set a timer for 15 minutes and switch over to ACTIVITY YOU ENJOY. if after those 15 minutes, you want to go back to scrolling, that's okay!
2. Huge shout out to this popping up in my notifs often, bc I do go back to activity.
3. I think there are times where scrolling is fine. Right now, for example, I'm being connected to a machine for two hours to donate plasma and platelets. Yes this is a brag but it is also a time where scrolling is one of the few things I can do. (Though I will probably also read or watch something on phone lol)
Note: Omg... thank you for your patience. I'm sorry this update has taken so long, but lie has been SO hectic lately. Never fear- I am back for a while since my Summers tend to calm down. :D Please enjoy~
warnings: adult content, 18+
As Xanthe boarded the transport with Palpatine and the rest of their entourage, she couldn't help but remember a conversation they had only a few short weeks ago. It was after the dinner party at the embassy, the night before the Trade Resolution vote. She hadn’t known Palpatine's true nature at the time, and his voice had been so sweet as he told her about his home.
“Perhaps, next time I visit Naboo, you'll come with me,” he had said, and Xanthe couldn't help but smile.
“I would like that.”
He lied to me about so many things, but this isn't one of them, Xanthe thought, raising her gaze to stare at the back of Palpatine’s head. They were separated by guards and Senate aides now, a new complication of their new positions. I’ll get to see his home after all.
The doors slid shut and the transport lifted off into the sky, and they left Coruscant behind. Plagueis is down there somewhere, Xanthe thought, remembering how they tucked him into his bed, lifeless and still. Within a few days, 11-4D would report his death, which the authorities would attribute to natural causes. An annoying bit of sadness gnawed at her bones, a seed of fear welling up with it. He made me everything I am. Who am I supposed to be without him?
The feelings hurt the longer she lingered on them, so she banished them from her mind and heart. She could ignore it, for now.
The evening passed by quickly, occupied by a few dull meetings that Xanthe stayed silent throughout. Despite the fact that no one questioned her presence and her new position, she felt terribly out of her depth. Just this morning, she relished the idea of leaving politics behind, and now… now she was stuck here forever. More math, more money, more meetings. Maybe this is Palpatine’s way of ensuring that I truly do hate the Republic. Well, he has nothing to worry about. I can't wait for this place to fall apart.
It didn't help that Palpatine didn't speak to her the entire journey, always flocked by his new entourage of advisors and guards. Xanthe was more than happy to stay near the sidelines, but she couldn't help but feel a bit spurned, especially at dinner when she watched him happily chat away with the others. His “mask” was flawless; she was jealous of the way he could control the people around him with his warm smiles and soft voice. Well, that's why he was the Sith Lord, and she was not. Xanthe was familiar with his ways, but even she was a bit unnerved by his effortless deception.
After such a long day, Xanthe was happy to retire to her quarters. Travelling always sapped her energy, even if she wasn't the one piloting the vessel. And after so many meetings with people she disliked, Xanthe was truly exhausted. She indulged herself with a long shower, then finally settled into bed and dozed off, hoping to wake up in Naboo the next morning.
Of course, she wasn't allowed to rest for long. Xanthe stirred as she heard voices outside her room. She blinked, slightly alarmed as the sounds coming into focus:
“Your excellency… she… retired for the…”
That's one of the guards, she thought groggily, managing to sit up and rub her eyes. Two Senate guards had been posted outside her door; the same two who met her and Palpatine outside his apartment that morning.
“Ah yes… Treasurer… expecting me…”
She knew the second voice all too well.
“As you wish, sir.”
The door slid open, and Xanthe hissed and raised her hand to block the blinding light from the hallway. Fortunately, the glare disappeared quickly. The darkness had been comforting before, but now all of Xanthe's senses were on high alert, especially as she squinted and just made out the new silhouette in the dark.
“I was sleeping,” Xanthe snapped, keeping her voice steady. She rubbed at her eyes again, trying to get readjusted to the dark. “Don't you have your own quarters?”
“I do,” came the sickly-soft reply. Xanthe stiffened up as she sensed him moving closer, until the edge of her bed dipped with his weight. “But why should I deny myself the pleasure of sleeping next to my woman?”
Pleasure. Xanthe gulped and turned her head as Palpatine finally reached her, his lips brushing against her jaw and coaxing an annoyed sound from his throat. He made me Treasurer with no warning, dragged me on this trip, ignored me all evening, and now he wants pleasure?!
“You have no self control,” Xanthe muttered, shaking him off for a moment. Despite the way his kisses had sent ripples of want through her body, she was determined to deprive him, if only for a few more minutes. She managed to turn on her side, and reached out an arm for her lamp to switch it on. Palpatine didn't like that. She let out a yelp as his hands suddenly grabbed her by the waist and jerked her back beneath him.
“H-Hey!” Xanthe squirmed a little, now pinned down on her stomach. Her face flushed, especially as she felt his weight settle on top of her. “Wait a minute, the guards are right outside, they might hear–”
“Oh, they will hear you.” Xanthe froze as Palpatine’s lips brushed against her ear, whispering that promise like a threat. “And they will stay silent. I told you, they're sworn to keep my secrets.”
“I-I know, but-” Xanthe muffled a moan as one of his hands grabbed a handful of her nightgown and pulled it up, revealing bare skin beneath. “If someone else- one of the advisors or aides-”
“Hmm? Are you afraid they'll think less of you?” came the reply. “It’s too late, my dear. The rumors are already on everyone’s lips. But, they wouldn’t dare say anything to your face. Especially now that I've given you power.”
Xanthe whined softly, his knee nudging her thighs apart, hands tugging her hips back against him. Her face flared with heat. Yes, he was right; she had power now, real, political power. And she hated that he was right. He was always right.
One of his hands reached up, long fingers running through her hair. The somewhat-gentle gesture was immediately followed by a sharp yank, forcing her face up out of the pillows. Before she could even yelp in pain, his lips were on hers, his body smothering her against the mattress.
“Y-You’re horrible,” Xanthe managed to snarl against the rough kiss. “You come in here while I'm sleeping… talk down to me… and now-” His fist in her hair tightened, drawing a sharp cry from her lips. Hot tears pricked at her eyes, but Xanthe couldn't help but buck her hips into his, her arousal only heightened by the roughness. “F-Fuck-”
“Careful, now.” She could feel his smirk against her lips, a hint of warning in his voice. “It's not wise to provoke a Sith Lord. It's so much easier to obey, is it not?”
Oh, it was. Xanthe felt her resistance melting away with each passing second, any pride she had left sapping away in favor of submission. She mumbled weakly against him:
“I… I hate you.”
She got a chuckle in response to that, earning yet another gentle stroke on her head before his grip tightened again, this time around her throat.
“Good.”
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The photos did not do Naboo justice. Xanthe caught herself frozen on the path to the palace, staring up at the buildings and beautiful blue sky in wonder. Not so long ago, she could not have even imagined actually being here, stepping foot onto such a wondrous planet. Despite being the center of an armed conflict just the other day, Naboo was dredged in elegance. The huge buildings lining the avenue arched their way into the sky, their domes and columns somewhat reminiscent of the palaces of Virekos. Brightly painted murals and shiny stones covered many surfaces and streets, all busy with citizens who were now out of hiding and working hard to rebuild what had been damaged by the Trade Federation.
How am I ever supposed to go back to Coruscant now? Xanthe thought, raising her hand to block the sun in her eyes as she gazed up at the idyllic sky. Especially when a place like this exists?
“Madam Treasurer? Are you alright?”
One of the aids called out, and Xanthe realized that she had completely zoned out. She blinked and brought her eyes back to the street, where the group had nearly left her behind. It didn't help that she was exhausted. She barely slept a wink last night. Madam Treasurer. That's right… that's me now.
She couldn't help it. Xanthe scowled, causing the aid to gulp and shrink back slightly. She ignored the expression, sweeping by him in a few strides to catch up with the others.
“I'm fine. Hurry up, now.”
“R-Right.”
It wasn't long before the party was greeted by Queen Amidala and her entourage. The young girl smiled at Palpatine as she congratulated him on his election, before turning to Xanthe.
“And congratulations to you, too, Madam Treasurer,” she said. “I'm happy to hear that more of our allies have gained power in the Senate.”
Allies, Xanthe thought to herself, but managed to smile back as she shook the girl’s hand. “Thank you, your majesty,” she replied. “We’ll ensure that the Trade Federation never touches Naboo ever again.”
Xanthe was distracted as she felt… something approaching from behind Amidala, a ripple in the force that sent a shiver down her spine. She did her best not to react, even as a cold sweat began to bead on the back of her neck.
What is that? she thought, stepping out of Amidala’s way and looking towards the source of the sensation. Such strong pressure…
After a moment, Xanthe finally identified the source of the aura, and what she saw shocked her.
Oh… that's right. He's here…
The “Chosen One.” Anakin Skywalker. Xanthe had not seen him on Coruscant, but he was here now, hanging around behind Amidala by the side of a Jedi Padawan. Xanthe blinked at him, sizing him up. He was just a child, not more than 10 or 11, yet the force moved around him in a way unlike anything Xanthe had sensed before. The Jedi allowed the Force to move them; Sith bent it to their will. Anakin almost seemed to be one with it, and it moved through and around him in a calm, gentle dance.
This is the boy Plaugeis was so interested in? Xanthe thought, crossing her arms. Well, he's with the Jedi now. We'll have to watch him from a distance.
That night, there was a funeral. After such a long day of greetings and conversation, Xanthe was thankful for the opportunity to zone out and let herself get lost in the flames of the pyre. However, her mind could not put itself at ease. The man upon the altar was none other than Qui-Gon Jinn, the Jedi she had met briefly just days ago. “He died fighting the mysterious assassin affiliated with the Trade Federation,” one of their aides reported earlier. “Obi-Wan Kenobi, the other Jedi, finished the job. Nute Gunray hasn't said a peep about who that assassin was.”
Of course, Xanthe already knew the identity of that “assassin:” Maul. They had taken out a singular Jedi, one of thousands, yet this Obi-Wan managed to take out one quarter of the remaining Sith in the Galaxy in one fell swoop. As Xanthe stood in the back of the crowd encircling the pyre, she glanced over at the back of the young Jedi’s head, her eyes narrowing for a moment. He looked to be about her age, maybe a year younger or older. He was the one hovering around Anakin, and had presumedly been chosen to train the boy.
Then, she couldn't help but spare a glance towards Palpatine, who stood nearest to the pyre beside Queen Amidala. She couldn't see his face, but remembered how little he reacted to the news of Maul’s defeat and death. Did he already know? Perhaps he expected. Did he send Maul to his death? From what little Xanthe knew about the young Zabrak, Palpatine had trained him since he was a child. Did he mourn his apprentice? Or was he already consumed by the prospect of a new, more powerful subordinate?
No, she thought to herself, eyes slipping back to the fire. She felt a bit stupid for considering it. He would never mourn Maul. He doesn’t even mourn Plagueis.
And why would he mourn Plagueis? Xanthe once thought that they understood each other, having been trained and tormented by the same person. Plagueis didn't deserve to be mourned. And yet, as she continued to stare into the flickering flames, Xanthe couldn't help but think of the Muun, his cold corpse still laying lifelessly in his apartment where they left him, and her stomach turned.
Stop it, she scolded herself. He's gone. You're free. The future is uncertain, but it exists. That's what's important.
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“Tomorrow, we'll attend the Peace Ceremony with the Queen and the Gungans, and then we should return to Coruscant. There is still much to do, even if the Senate is going back to being in recess.”
“Hmm.”
Xanthe was not really listening to Palpatine after they finally retreated to his large room. He was lounging on the couch, a glass of wine in hand, while she leaned against the windowsill and stared out into the night. The window was open, allowing the evening air to waft in over her skin. She shivered a little. Queen Amidala had gifted her a few traditional Naboo dresses for the upcoming events, and Xanthe wore one tonight. She liked her outfits to be more fitted and modest than this dress, which hung around her body and felt like it might slip off at any moment. The fabric was thin, and even the somewhat-warm breeze was chilling her to the bone. At least, she assumed it was the breeze.
Do we really have to leave so soon? she thought sadly, eyes drifting over the view outside. Only two nights is not enough. I don't want to go back to Coruscant yet.
Xanthe was pulled from her thoughts by a gentle but insistent tug at her waist. She turned around to see Palpatine, still on the couch, with one hand raised towards her. His smile twitched upwards, and Xanthe felt him tug at her with the Force one more time.
“Come here,” he demanded softly. “You look upset. Did I do something to offend you?”
Do you care if you did? she thought to herself, but held her tongue. Reluctantly, she stepped away from the window and made her way over to him.
“It's nothing. I just slept poorly last night.” She couldn't hide a scowl. “No thanks to you.”
“Is that so?” There was not a trace of remorse on his face as she slipped next to him, his arms immediately wrapping around her and drawing her closer. “You provoked a Sith Lord and paid the price.”
“Oh, stop it,” Xanthe snapped, only half-heartedly resisting him as he pulled her into his lap, his lips brushing against her exposed neck. “If you're trying to scare me, it's not working.”
Despite her harsh words, Palpatine laughed, his hands sliding around her waist and up her back. He raised his head to look at her with a raised eyebrow. “Hmm. But, you're right. I have put you through enough these past few days. I killed your Master, made you my Treasurer, and…”
Killed your Master. Xanthe’s stomach turned again, but she ignored it. One of his hands came up to cup her face, thumb brushing over the scar on her cheek.
“Tell me what you want, Dearest. Anything.”
Xanthe thought for a moment.
“... Can we wait to go back to Coruscant?” she asked softly. Palpatine’s eyes widened in surprise; he must have expected a different request. “I know there's a lot of work to do, but the Senate is in recess. Maybe we could work from here? For just a little while.”
He considered her question for a moment; then, he nodded.
“Of course we can. We can go to my family’s estate. For weeks, if needed. We'll need to work, but it’ll just be the two of us.”
A relieved smile appeared on Xanthe’s lips. “That sounds perfect…” Her voice trailed off as Palpatine let out a chuckle. “What's so funny?”
“Nothing. You just surprised me.” He shook his head. “I was sure you would ask to become my apprentice.”
Xanthe froze.
“Now that Maul is dead… I will need a replacement.” Palpatine raised an eyebrow at her. “Didn't you want to become Plagueis’s new apprentice?”
“I… I did.” Xanthe gulped, and felt her skin rippled with chills. Her gaze fell to his chest, and her hands tightened when they laid on his shoulders. “But things have changed. He's gone. What I had with him… I don't want that.”
It was true; She hated feeling at her Master’s mercy. She hated having her life in his hands. Most of all, she hated how far she had gone to do his bidding, to please him, all for the distant hope that he would accept her as his apprentice. It was never going to happen; she knew it, and she did all those things anyway. She killed. She kneeled.
Everything I do for now on, is my choice, Xanthe thought to herself, her eyes meeting Palpatine’s again. I'm staying, because it's my choice.
“I don't want to be your apprentice. I want to be your partner, she said quietly. “Is that enough for you?”
“... More than enough,” he replied, his smile easing into something softer. He leaned in, and this time, Xanthe closed her eyes and accepted the kiss. She melted into his embrace, trembling softly as their lips moved together.
“... Are you sure there isn't anything else you want?” he whispered against her skin.
“Th-there is.”
She didn't have to say it out loud. Palpatine kissed her again, gathering her up in his arms as he stood, lips never once leaving herself. Xanthe held on until she was laid down on the bed, his hands immediately pulling away her pesky clothes, leaving her bare beneath him in minutes. With one last kiss to her lips, he trailed his touches down her body. This time, when he reached her hips, he didn't torment her, or even say a word. Xanthe let out a gasp as he immediately leaned in and stroked her once with his tongue, the movement sending electricity up her core.
“A-Ah, more-”
For once, he didn't comment on her desperation, or taunt her for her submission. He just closed his eyes, held her thighs open, and pleasured her with tight, unrelenting circles around her clit. His fingers slid inside her, pumping in and out in tandem with the suction. Xanthe’s face burned and her legs shook, but she didn't look away, her hips bucking into his movements as he pushed her closer and closer-
She couldn't take it any more. With a desperate cry, she felt her insides clench down, ecstasy burning through her entire body.
Her grip on the sheets slowly loosened, her chest rising and falling quickly with shallow breaths. Xanthe stared up at the ceiling with parted lips as the high rolled over and through her. So, he is capable of pleasuring me, she thought, only vaguely aware of his body shifting to move over her. I just had to coax it out of him. She kissed him back sleepily as his lips met hers.
“Are you satisfied?” he asked in a husky whisper.
Xanthe nodded. “Took you long enough.”
“Ah, well, now I know just how pretty you look, coming undone under me,” he breathed, pulling back just enough to look down into her eyes. He studied her flushed face, eyes drifting over her lips and neck, then down to the scar over her chest. Xanthe felt him sigh, then his fingers traced over the marred skin, gently.
“You deserve pleasure,” Palpatine said, his eyes meeting hers again. “Pleasure only I can give you. Stay with me, and you'll never feel pain again.”
It was a bold promise, one that Xanthe knew he couldn't possibly keep. But the reverence in his voice, the gentleness of his touch, and that burning desire in his eyes made her weak. She nodded.
“We’re partners,” Xanthe whispered. “I'm with you until the end.”
Palpatine didn't answer; he just smiled, then leaned down to kiss her again, letting out a satisfied moan of his own against her lips. Xanthe felt him shift, his hips already pressing against hers with need, ready to take her again. But this time, she gently pushed him away, and surprisingly, he let her. He stayed silent as she rolled them over, her legs straddling his hips, hands braced on his chest. Xanthe felt her cheeks flush with heat, but she smiled. Seeing him like this, laid out beneath her, sent a jolt of confidence through her chest.
“And tonight, Lord Sidious,” she said with a steady voice and a glint of gold in her eyes. “I’ll make you mine.”
i really do want to see what the alpha quadrant yelp reviews for quark's bar are like. do they fuck with him. does he get 100% negative reviews from bajorans for working for cardassians
I was informed this was a family establishment, but to my suprise my young sons were exposed to absolute DEPRAVITY! I wanted to take them to witness gambling and how to profit off it, but the females attending were FULLY CLOTHED! To add on to that, I heard the waiters mentioning the uni*n word in front of my children! I will not be returning.
dakhurboy76
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even the forces of two wars blowing through the station this bar is located in wasn't enough to dislodge the stickiness off the tables that probably was there since terok nor. two stars because the dabo girls were nice to me
targlova
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The drinks are good but the owner wouldn't do anything about the shapeshifter rudely investigating me for a murder I didn't commit
kaiwinnatemyson
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i'd boycott this shithole for profiting the cardassian occupation of bajor but i don't think they made any profit
Rom
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This is where I met my absolutely lovely wife and the best stepmom to my son ❤❤ Happy anniversary babe every day I wake up I am overjoyed to get it to spend with you!!!! One star off for worker exploitation and sexual harassment of employees
glinnAwesome
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Whoever thinks that anti-Cardassian racism isn't real hasn't tried their kanar
Check your Google photos, especiallyif you have an android phone. I thought I was running out of space until I found out that Google had been saving my photos off of my phone for the past, like, 10 years without my knowledge.
Delete Google photos off of your phone, go to Google photos on your PC, and delete all of your photos. You'll find that you now have plenty of space.
Also, stop storing shit in the Google cloud in general, they're feeding it all through AI without your consent.
