#jacoac lenn

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Happy Life Day from Jac, Kix, Zubé, Shor, and Poori!

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I commissioned @aguydrawsgames to draw my blind boy, Jacoac, and @uldren-sov's avacado Azred, AND I JUST LOVE IT SO MUCH. MY BOYS AHHHH ;O; Please go commission Grayson! Theyre super great and very professional! Thank you once again!

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I was tagged by @s0tc​ @karanan​ AND PROLLY OTHERS TY BABS. Lol everyone I know has been tagged but for redundancies sake, @cipher-agent​ @kaosstar​ @hoiist​ @moonlitalien​ @rekkingcrew​ @jediknightcousland​ @ravenclawnerd​ @melissagt​ and @warden-commander-mahariel​ 

Y’all hear about Zhaire all the time so SURPRISE, its Jac today

GENERAL

Name: Jacoac Lenn

Alias(es): None

Age: 22 (11 ATC) 

Place of birth: Coronet City, Corellia

Spoken languages: Basic, Binary

Sexual orientation: ????

Occupation: Jedi Knight

APPEARANCE

Eye color: Blind (milky white webbed scars), Hazel (natural) 

Hair color: Tawny

Height: 6′2″ 

Scars: Several, mainly from training, one on his thigh where he fell off a waterfall

FAVORITE

Color: Gold 

Hair color: Black

Eye color: Blue

Entertainment: What’s entertainment for a blind jedi lol

Pastime: Teasing Azred, Playing with Zube

Food: Soft breads, flaky pastries, anything with cream or butter

Drink: Floral Teas, woody-alcohols

Books: Hah, he’s blind, cant read. 

HAVE THEY

Passed university: Well, he made Knight!

Had sex: Nope

Had sex in public: DEFINITELY NOT 

Gotten pregnant: Nope

Kissed a man: Yes

Kissed a woman: Nope

Gotten tattoos: Nope

Gotten piercings: Nope

Had a broken heart: Nope

Been in love: He is currently <3

Stayed up for more than 24 hours: Of course, and made Azred join him.

ARE THEY

A virgin: Yes

A cuddler: Aggressively

A kisser: Very much so

A smoker: Nope

Scared easily: Nope

Jealous easily: About average

Trustworthy: Very much so

Dominant: Somewhat, very forward at least

Submissive: Could be, not sure

Single: He hopes not, lol

RANDOM QUESTIONS

Wanted to kill someone: Yes

Actually killed someone: Unfortunately

Ridden a beast: How dare you call Zube a beast!

Have/had a job: Does being a jedi count? They really dont pay him.

Have any fears: Plenty. Loosing his friends and being useless mainly, and that he’s still under the Emperor’s control

FAMILY

Sibling(s): He had one sister. 

Parents: As far as he knows, theyre both still alive.  

Children: None

Pets: Zube, the vrake, but lbr shes more his child honestly

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Can we talk about how handsome my boy will look when he’s older? 

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Three Ways To Say I Love You

Happy RP-nniversary to my dear @uldren-sov. Its been so amazing and I’m beyond appreciative of every story and moment that we’ve had together, and for all my words I can’t explain just how much all of this has meant to me, how much I’ve enjoyed it all, and how awesome it is to have you as a friend. Thank you so much <3

Original Characters // SFW // SWTOR

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i. Daya & Tal

Daya nursed her cup of caf and blinked slowly out across the pinks and purple dudes of a spring Tatooine sunrise. Not yet did she allow the plans for the day to run amok in her head, rather, she savored the freshly-bought beans, the cool scent of the air filter, and the soft beating of foot prints that could only belong to one person.

Wrapping his arms around her, Talcyn rested his head on her shoulder with a yawn, content to return to sleeping right then and there. “You get up too early.” Sleepily, he whined, burying his face into the crook of her neck. 

“Oh habits are hard to break, sleepyhead.” Affectionately, she pressed a kiss into his auburn hair. “Kids more so than military training.”

He huffed in response, muffled by the soft skin of her neck. Tal ran his hands along her waist and down her arms, stealing away the mug of caf. He took a sip over her shoulder, and made a face. She laughed as she took it back from him. 

“Too much sugar?” She teased.

Tal brushed his fingers past her navel, rolling his head back to look her in the eye; gold like the sands in the sunlight meeting the first pale blue light of morning. “I don’t know how you drink that,”

“I can make you a cup.” Daya started to move away but Tal held her fast, and they both watched the twin suns rise up over the horizon. 

“Did you know I’d basically fallen in love with you by the time we left Coruscant?” Tal said, a loving whisper in her ear bearing the comfort of years of companionship.

“So you like to say.” She smiled, and careful of her horns, leaned her head against his. They were quiet a minute more.

“Hey Tal?” 

“Yes love?” 

“Thanks.” With a murmur, Daya set her mug down, laying her arms over his, basking in the low light and their love.

“You’ll have to be more specific.” He smiled and pressed a kiss to her neck. “What about?”

“For coming to talk to me, offer your help, all those years ago on Ord Mantel.” Ever the romantic, she sighed dreamily, snuggling back into his embrace. “I dont know where I’d be without you that day.”

“Well not at home with such a handsome husband and beautiful family. A far more average looking one, most like.” He huffed at the humorous and ludicrous thought: he’d always be Daya’s, and her always his.

Daya laughed, shielding her eyes as the light flooded their little kitchen. “Love you too.”

ii. Astra & Cael

It’d been a long time since Cael had figured to call himself a jedi. Once he was more Sith he supposed, but now, now he was simply himself, at his own peace and balance. 

And with Astra, always with Astra. 

He broke his casual meditation to steal a glance at the darling woman fiing her jewelry in the mirror by the refresher. Even traveling the galaxy as artifact hunters, or well, an overeager archaeologist and her partner the bodyguard, Astra kept herself in beautiful shape, fierce and stunning as much in battle or in an excavation as she did dressed up for a party, or just waking up on their ship. He caught the flash of the worn gold wedding band, and his heart hopped with pleasure. 

Feeling him down their bond, one more pronounced and lasting than the metal ring on her finger, she turned and smiled, narrowing her bright yellow eyes as she sauntered over, well aware at how much he appreciated the sway of her hips. 

“You can touch too if you want.” She teased, stepping up behind him, tilting his head back with both hands to kiss him upside down. 

“You’re insatiable.” A charming and lazy grin split his lips, and he blinked at her affectionately.

“And you’ve had so much practice now, You’ve gotten immeasurably better.” She matched his expression with a wicked grin of her own, playfulness sparking through her eyes. 

Cael groaned, and a blush reached his cheeks before he could stop himself. “That’s true, but honestly Astra, you can’t judge me so harshly, you were my first after all.”

“I try and forget about it.” She grimaced good-naturedly, but there remained a kernel of truth there. Stars he’d been really bad at well.... everything. 

If only to dispel his embarrassment, Cael huffed a laugh and turned, so, still on his knees, he faced Astra, his hands on the back of her legs. “Thank you.” 

“You dont have to thank me for touching me darling, as potent as I am.” She responded wryly, running her scarlet fingers through his dark hair. Cael continued smiling, their banter was half the fun.

“Thank you for staying, when I gave you every reason not to ever trust me again.” 

Her toying expression softened, he’d never stop punishing himself. Maybe that was unnecessary, but it remained proof of his conviction. She knew the truth, could sense it intrinsically in the connection between them. “Thank you for giving me reasons not to.”

iii Azred & Jac

Jac hit the ground with a cloud of dust and an ‘oof’.

His training saber spun away from him across the dirt, as he sensed Azred’s slow prowl come to a halt several paces from him. Jac felt worry, and then humor when he gave the other jedi a cheeky grin, coming off his partner, and readily accepted the hand that he sensed offered.

‘You alright?’ Azred’s thought stole his attention from whatever the older master was saying to the assembled group.

‘Seems like were back to being even.’ Jac rolled his shoulders nonchalantly, amused at Az’s stray reaction to his dust covered robes. 

‘No Im definitely up by one now.’ Az shot back, ‘I beat you also back when we were at that conference on Corellia.’ 

‘Beating me when I didn’t know we were dueling doesn’t count.’ Jac protested in thought.

“Tal’zayor, Lenn. Are you two paying any attention to what Im saying?” The sharp tone of the Battlemaster, punctured the private conversation between the two young knights. Az at least had the deference to look ashamed. 

“We were Master, I apologize on behalf of my friend here.” Azred quickly replied with a nod of defference.

‘Kiss-ass.’

‘Just an ass.’

Unaware of the boy’s private conversation, the older Jedi continued addressing the assembled padawans. “As I was saying, if we examine Knight Lenn’s form you can clearly see....” 

Yawn! Already, Jac tuned him back out, getting a small sense of shame for the act, not sure if it was from Azred, or simply Az’s influence on him. 

‘You really should be paying attention, he’s making some good points about your balance.’ Az scolded him mentally again.

‘Yes, master, of course master, I’ll do better next time master.’ If there weren’t other’s around, Jac would have flourished to complete his exaggeration. He felt Az hold back a laugh. 

‘You’re just grumpy because you’re hungry.’ Even as a thought, Jac picked up the amusement and affection in Az’s voice. About to protest, his stomach rumbled. Azred actually laughed. 

“Im sure Ive missed the joke,” The master turned towards the two of them, the picture of sternness and patience, a balance jac had never managed to find “Just what was so funny?”

“Sorry master, it was me.” Cutting off Az, Jac offered a deeper bow than Az had earlier. “It’s nothing you said, Im just... hungry.”

Jac couldn’t see, but he liked to imagine the old jedi rolled his eyes. “Fine fine.” Came the good-natured response, “Class is dismissed, lets all find something to eat before Jacoac here faints from lack of lunch.”With a murmur of chuckles at Jac’s expense, the cluster of padawans broke off, following the familiar path back to the temple. 

As the group left, Jac tried to elbow Az, missing mostly, but the point got across. ‘You're welcome.’ After so long, thought-sharing came with far more instinct than speaking aloud did.

A surge of affection and teasing rushed down the bond, wrapping around Jac as assuredly as if he’d stepped into a sunbeam and Az had embraced him simultaneously. What a pleasure it was to know they had each other. ‘Whatever would I do without your quick thinking?’ Az hummed absently, and in their privacy, dared an arm across Jac’s shoulder’s pulling the taller man close. ‘Im glad you're here.’ 

Jac left Az to imagine that, flushing with the warmth of the contact, ‘Glad to be so.’

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Two Halves of a Whole

Original Characters // SFW // Post-SWTOR

Still doing OC Kiss Week cause Im slow as shit but determined! Set way post end-game with my Jacoac, and @uldren-sov‘s Azred’vsyt.

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“There, you can touch it now, how’s that feel?”

If there was one thing Jacoac never had learned in his over fourty years of life, even with more than three of those decades spent as a jedi, it was sitting still. He reached up to test the newly trimmed beard on his face and itch at the spots he’d been dying to for the last half hour, much to Azred’s chagrin. “More importantly,” he tilted his head back, fixing his dedicated barber with a blind eye, “how do I look? Handsome enough for you?”

That earned a groan from Az, who lightly cuffed the back of his head in turn. “Someday Im going to accidentally nick you if you keep on squirming, and purposely if you insist on saying things like that.” His tone may have been even, and to those who didn’t know him, annoyed in the way a master would be of a dear student who refused to pay attention, but Jac knew him far better than that. Under the rule-weighty no-nonsense mask, Jac knew Azred to be a man of humor and affection, with an affinity for the natural order of the force, and one who loved him deeply.

They’d been bonded for nearly as long as they’d known each other after all.

“You like my face too much to do that to me.” Jac teased, as cocky now as he’d been as a teen, albeit with a few more scars and a better peace within himself. He felt the press of Az’s faux annoyance as if it were his own, allowing his own warm endearment to permeate into Azred. After all these years, even the greatest spiritual master would be hard pressed to tell where one of them ended and the other began.

“Jac you’d look like a crazed hermit living if I wasn’t here to make sure you brushed your hair and bathed and you know it. Your appearance is on the line as much as my sense of smell.” Az ignored the expectant purse of Jacoac’s lips, running his fingers through Jac’s amber hair to fluff out the haircut. It would be difficult to say who enjoyed the sensation more, even if they were both practiced at covering it.

Humming absently, Jac let Az take the last word so he could savor the experience of Az’s fingers in his hair. He wished for little more honestly, these small moments of tenderness amidst their daily lives as Knights of the Order, were everything to him. Feeling particularly nostalgic, Jac took one of Az’s hands in his own, bringing his lips to the knuckles where he knew the back geometric tattoos emblazoned Azred’s rich green skin.

“‘Like the sunlight through the leaves of Tython’s canopies’.” Az’s turn to tease. “You say that every time you know.”

“I didn’t say it, I thought it.” Jac smarted with another kiss, unable to help his grin. “And you should stay out of my head.”

“You first.” Az retorted, laughter coming through the mock incredulity. He slipped his finger’s free of Jac, settling both hands on Jac’s shoulders, looking at them in the mirror. Spirits, it’d been so so many years, so many things had changed, evolved, but here they were, Az still helping Jac shave as he’d started doing more than twenty-five years ago. Back when they were padawans, back before they’d known they begun to be bonded. His grip tightened to a surge of affection from Jac.

The blind man went back to running his palm across his thick beard, examining himself in the mirror he knew was there but he couldn’t see. “Yeah I look good. All thanks to you.” There were so many things he couldn’t do without Az’s help. Once he may have resented that, but he wouldn’t have become the person he was without Az ever by his side, helping him, even when he didn’t want it. Jac winked at Az’s reflection, or at least he hoped he did. His age-old charm earned a smile he felt rather than saw.

“I’m not falling for that one again, you ruined that about ten years ago.” So many countless jokes and countless times Az had fallen for one of Jac sly comments about ‘seeing’. Stars, he should have a tattoo for that one…

They both drifted into the silence of two who didnt need to talk to be companions, they two of them musing on memories and what else they’d get p to for the day. As Jac’s thoughts drifted in search for the last time Azred had fallen for his sight joke, he felt Az shift attention, a passing thought about his tattoos and then some little cloudy knot of worry.

“Whats wrong?” He could have pried if he wished, but they had well established rules about that.

“Nothing.” Az said hastily, then, sensing Jac’s friendly doubt he sighed. “Okay I don't know really, something just feels… Off.”

Though he didn’t need to, or rather the act was vaguely pointless, Jac turned in the chair so that his webbed-scarred eyes were on Azred. Just because he was blind didn’t mean he was free of social courtesies. “You’re fretting again, about your tattoos…..” Jac frowned and cocked his head, pondering. “You’re second guessing that the Council has you training younglings.” He ventured.

Az winced, and Jac felt that. “Yeah, I don’t know, I got a lot of these so fast, and I know we’ve done a lot, but to be a hand in raising the next generation of jedi? What if I don't do well, what if Im a poor teacher?”

Jac shook his head, and used his instincts to find Az’s hands and take them in his own. “Oh Azred…” His expression softened as he ran his hand up Az’s bicep, thumbing over the cuff of tattoos he knew to be there, ones Az had earned for his effort in rebuilding. “You haven’t been a poor teacher yet, the younglings look up to you. Dont tell me you haven’t put in all the experience and more in all the years we’ve been friends.” Jac will his reassurance along their bond to Az, who rolled his lips in consideration.

“I know we’ve done a lot but-”

“C’mon Az,” Jac interrupted his tone firm and affectionate as his touch. “Do you think I’m ready to be training younglings? Me, of all people.”

“Why not, you’ve really come a long way Jac, you're putting in so much effort to be a great master.” Azred sounded near scandalized by Jac’s implication.

“And I’d still be a lonely little brat if you hadn’t been with me.” Scolding gently, he spoke a bit like a master there didn’t he. “You got me to turn out okay, better than expected really, you’re not going to fail Az, it's all learning, growing, stepping beyond your past mistakes, and you know that better than anyone.” Jac beamed brightly, and tried to drag Az down into the kiss he’d been after for over an hour.

Unable to stave off the love and support he received from Jac, Az sighed and bent into the kiss, cradling Jac head in his palms. “It's always a day when you start talking sense.” A huff of laughter escaped him, and Az looked across Jac beautiful face he knew better than his own. If he focused just enough he could see in his mind's eye the glowing golden aspect that Jac saw him as. No amount of self doubt could stand against that light. He met his lips again, savoring the warmth, the familiarity, the scent of the aftershave Az himself had picked for Jac. “Even more so when you’re right.” He murmured mirroring the smile; he’d never tire of their banter.

“Im right fairly often.” Jac grinned, and Az kissed him furiously again just to put a cap on both their laughter..

Jac didn’t need to say anything else anyway, some things were best left unsaid, and some things, well, there simply weren’t enough words to do them justice.

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Untitled; (or A Part of Him Screamed)

Original Characters // SWTOR // SFW 

Just a little drabble about Jac while he was under the Emperors control and the connection he kept with @uldren-sov‘s Azred. Love saves the day eventually folks. 

Jacoac was accustomed to being unable to see, he’d been blind for most of his life.  His sense of vision comprised of blurry auras and the feel of electricity humming in the walls that worked together to give shape and structure to his galaxy.

But this was something beyond blindness.

He’d say he felt… smothered, but the truth was that he felt not much at all. Life passed him in flashes of saber practice, the crackling of Force Lightning, uncomfortable meditations, and the heavy pressure of a will not his own on his mind: a voice that whispered somewhere just off the edge of hearing. He was more droid than man it seemed, an impassive passenger on an efficient machine being shaped and molded by a new master.

The most Jac came alive was during combat practice. The fierce repetition of steps and slashes worked a burn into his muscles and it burned away some haze from his mind. Fight. He could fight. Fight what, he didn’t know, his master’s enemies perhaps? His saber hummed in time to the pulse of his heart, the aura of the crystal inside red, bright and angry….had it been another color before, had it felt calmer? He couldn't remember.

He spoke little, his jaw set in what felt like a permanent clench, lips a strong scowl. He barely grunted when he took a blow during sparring, or when he writhed in pain, the arcs of violet lightning furiously hopping across his form, blinding flashes of power in the darkness. Yet a part of him screamed whenever he raised his grasp and choked a pitiful figure on the floor before him, screamed so loud he couldn’t concentrate and the force grasp slipped. He’d gasp then for breath, like he’d been on the receiving end of the choking and his breaths would crack from the lack of use of his throat. The lightning always came after those failures, but he didn’t scream then, only before.

Sleep passed much the same as awakeness, a passing dream; though despite his seclusion it was only in those hazy fitful sleeps did he feel like someone was with him. But that was improbable. His master had order none to interrupt him, none to speak to him beyond relayed orders and training, and yet…. A yearning, a hope, an… affection, pressed at the soft spots in the mental barrier, slipped past the whisperings, they wrapped him up in comfort and promise. The part of him that screamed at the force chokes begged at the presence to stay, to help him hold on. Why did such a part of him want this so badly? Shouldn't he be satisfied with where he was now?

The whispers of his master told him to focus on the now, on the glory of serving him, most of Jac agreed, and that Jac fought and practiced and meditated and attuned to his masters will. But the other Jac refused; that one watched during practice and derided it, interrupted meditations, and yearned for sleep and the connection and the memory of laughter, tender kisses and soft hands, and all the things his master wanted him to forget.

Maybe he should have been worried that part of him was winning.

But he looked forward to the dreams, to the connection, to the...love, to the promise that this wouldn’t be his eternity, that his galaxy would be more than muted impressions and the ghosts of screams too.

And there was nothing the Emperor could do about it.

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Omg @uldren-sov figured out Jacs fc is friggin Keanu Reeves.