#House Rist

[ospreyeamon]

some heads are not fit to wear the crown

Houses Ulgo and Rist’s assassination of Price Gaul and Queen Silara Panteer is one of those decisions where – though murder is wrong, though it triggered great strife – I absolutely understand why they did it. Ulgo and Rist removed what they viewed as dangerously incompetent leadership because they believed it was necessary to protect Alderaan.

The Galactic Republic agreed to sign the Treaty of Coruscant because they lost the Great Galactic War. The Imperial fleet had succeeded in occupying Coruscant’s skies, giving them the ability to launch an orbital bombardment at will, while the Republic lacked the means to dislodge them. Imperial troops had taken the Galactic Senate hostage and killed the Supreme Chancellor. Because the Empire had already been winning the war even before they seized the capital to use as a bargaining chip, the Sith Emperor was the one to set the terms of the frosty peace.

The Treaty of Coruscant was a shockingly good deal for the Republic under the circumstances (which is why many in the Empire were so resentful of it). The only territory the Empire demanded they cede which the Empire had not already occupied or was actively contesting was seven uninhabited star systems, when the Republic did not expect to be able to hold most of those fronts. The Empire had Republic representatives followed around by droids to monitor their adherence to the Treaty, but did not demand any Republic citizens be handed over to stand trial in the Empire for crimes real or invented. Crucially, Empire set no caps on the Republic’s ship building or military expenditure and extracted no economic reparations.

Those like Gaul Panteer, Leontyne Saresh and Elin Garza who publicly decried the Treaty, saying that the Republic should have kept fighting rather than accept peace with the Empire, were in denial about the political reality of the situation. At that time, the Republic had no prospect of being able to swing the tide of the war to put themselves in a stronger position in the peace negotiations. If the Republic had refused to ratify the Treaty the Empire could have levelled its capital, killing billions and decapitating institutions like the SIS headquartered on the planet. The only meaningful blow the Republic was dealt by the Treaty of Coruscant was to its pride.

Bouris Ulgo hated the Sith Empire, but he wasn’t an idiot. The Treaty of Coruscant, humiliating though it may have been, gave the Republic the perfect opportunity to rearm itself in the breathing space provided by the Cold War. The Republic was bigger than the Empire – bigger economy, bigger population – so given the opportunity they could out produce and out recruit the Empire. If the Republic was patient, then they could have their vengeance and victory.

But being protected by the Treaty of Coruscant long enough to rearm required remaining part of the Galactic Republic, because the Empire made the Treaty with the Republic. The moment Alderaan seceded, it was no longer protected by the Empire’s promise to withdraw, and the Imperial Military could launch a second invasion without breaking the Treaty. And why wouldn’t the Sith Empire invade Alderaan? What else did all their forces ordered to break off the attacks on Coruscant and other Republic worlds have to do? Gaul Panteer’s very loud and public removal Alderaan from the Republic must have looked like an open invitation for the Empire to come and conquer some beautiful new camping sites.

And for what? Was Gaul Panteer arrogant enough to believe Alderaan so important that he could manipulate the Republic into abandoning the Treaty of Coruscant? Was he so myopic that he imagined he could sit on Alderaan feeling self-righteous with no consequences he hadn’t considered in the heat of the moment? Did he think that he could leverage Alderaan’s status as a Core Founder to extract concessions from the Republic to undo the cessation and stop opposing the Treaty – is that what his secret negotiations with the Republic were about?

Declaring the secession was an act of short-sighted rage. Failing to walk it back was self-absorbed irresponsibly. He placed his people in the firing line of a second invasion without so much as a warning, let alone a consultation.

Gaul Panteer was Alderaan’s senator, not Alderaan’s head of state. He wasn’t the elected monarch, just the reigning Queen’s heir. The decision to take Alderaan out of the Republic never should have been his to make; the question should have been decided by Queen Silara and the aristocratic assembly at the Elysium (and, if Alderaan were actually a democracy during this period, a general referendum).

This raises the question of why Queen Silara didn’t countermand her son’s declaration of secession. Maybe Gaul inherited his lack of strategic acumen from Silara. Maybe she disagreed with the secession, but decided that it was more important to avoid undermining the son she had appointed senator than to keep Alderaan in the Republic; that risk of House Panteer losing face took precedence over the risk of the planet being invaded. Or maybe Queen Silara, who suddenly fell ill upon her son’s return from Coruscant, lost control over the situation because Gaul took advantage of her poor health to usurp her authority.

Whatever the reasons, House Panteer was not doing a good job of fulfilling one of the most ancient traditional functions of any monarchy: making sure your lands won’t be conquered by an external power. Alderaan’s other great noble houses were not doing a good job of encouraging House Panteer to take their job more seriously. Probably the Elysium was already bogged down in the gridlock which would later prevent them from electing Queen Silara’s successor.

Bouris Ulgo was the head of the Alderaani military, its planetary defence force. It was his job to protect Alderaan from invasion. Gaul Panteer had made that job impossible. House Rist, infamous as spies as well as assassins, agreed with his assessment. Possibly the Rists had gotten wind of the Imperial Diplomatic Services overtures to House Thul.

Bouris Ulgo was a soldier, who had killed many times before in defence of his homeworld. Everyone and their pet Thranta on Alderaan seems to know the Rists are assassins; the nobility tolerating a house of assassins among their number implies a tactic approval of the occasional convenient murder.

To protect Alderaan, Ulgo and Rist decided, Gaul and Silara Panteer had to die. Only by killing them could they instigate the election of a new monarch – a monarch who would return Alderaan to the safety of the Republic before the Empire could take advantage.

According to his lore entry, Bouris Ulgo didn’t return to Alderaan after the Treaty with any ambitions of becoming king. I suspect he came back to see to the wellbeing of his lands and his vassals as he hadn’t been able to after the Battle of Alderaan, to keep an experienced eye on the planet’s defences during Panteer’s foolishness, expecting to soon leave again to assist in the Republic’s preparations for the anticipated second war. While some sources say he intended to usurp House Panteer, if that were true it would have made far more sense from him to announce the imposition of martial law and declare himself king immediately after the Panteers’ assassination while loudly denouncing the murders as obviously the work of the Sith Empire, not wait until it was clear that the election of Queen Silara’s successor had ground to a holt because of the assembly’s bickering and House Thul had appeared, plainly planning on letting the Empire in by the back door.

To me, Bouris Ulgo is a deeply tragic figure because his assessment that he alone of the heads of the Great Houses cared more for the good of Alderaan than petty politics was correct. Unfortunately, he was a military man with a military mindset who lacked the skill at political manipulation to achieve his desired goal of returning Alderaan to the Republic, falling back to military tactics inappropriate to the problem he was attempting to fix out of desperation. It feels unfair that Ulgo should be saddled with blame for the civil war over Panteer, when Gaul Panteer’s decision to secede was the pivotal domino in the chain of events which resulted in Alderaan becoming the stage for an Imperial-Republic proxy war.

It really says something about House Panteer that in their planetary missions they accept both factions’ solicitations of alliance and can be swayed to either side. Organa or Thul, Republic or Empire, Jedi or Sith – one is as good as the other if vengeance on Bouris Ulgo will be reaped.

Gaul Panteer claimed such outrage that the Republic conceded to a frankly beneficial peace with the Sith Empire that he took Alderaan out of the Republic, drastically increasing the odds the Sith Empire would launch another attack on the planet. The surviving members of House Panteer claim such outrage that the heads of their house were assassinated because they put the planet in incredible danger that they are willing to support the Thul puppets of that same Sith Empire Gaul Panteer deemed it unacceptable to compromise with, even at the cost of billions of lives. House Panteer’s effective foreign policy is that the last attacker to have assaulted Castle Panteer is the devil who must be destroyed, regardless of the potential cost to Alderaan. Truly, some heads are not fit to wear the crown.

[justanothervigalanty]

[Revenge]

(robin!jason Todd x fem!y/n Gordon)

part 2: the drug ring

Jason’s funeral was probably the saddest thing you ever heard about because you didn’t attend. You couldn’t possibly. Bruce had to make you promise not to push your self. Which meant 4 months on bed rest wich didn’t stop you were on crutches for the next 6 months and that card left a scar from your shoulder to the start of your neck. Bye bye vests. You became depressed. People tried to help you but nothing could help. Dick and Babs tried to talk to you but you didn’t listen or expect their help. One night Your dad had woken up to you screaming having nightmares about that night. Jason’s screaming the crowbar dragging across the ground the last thing he said to you “I’m sorry” repeating in your head. “Hay y/n! Are you ok!?” He asked sitting on your bed. “It’s him the dream dad the joker!” You said crying into his arms. At this point you had told him that you had gone after Jason that you were what Gotham was called the night’s shadow or just shadow.

“Bruce what do you want?” You asked running down the stairs off the bat cave buckling up Jason’s second belt that you used if he was out off Gotham. Around your waist. “Did you find him?!” You said running to the Batmobile. “No, but this is Tim.” He said which is when you saw a small no older than 12 black haired boy sleeping in the back seat. “Ok what is going on?!” You whispered “y/n I know this is wired but I need you to stay calm.” Bruce said carefully talking out the boy. “He knows who we were he knows you’re the night’s shadow he knows dick is nightwing he knows I’m Batman and that Jason is- was robin.” Bruce said handing the kid to Alfred who took him to bed. “What is your point.” You asked “Batman needs robin” he said needing down placing a hand on your shoulder. “That’s why I’m here so that I can help!” You said stepping back “yeah well I’m worried that you might-“ “what kill somebody!?” You yelled “well y/n after last night I thought that you needed a break…” Bruce said walking away. “So you’re fireing Me?!” You asked “why because you don’t have the guts to kill that mad man! Who may I remind you killed your fucking son?!” You shouted “you know what screw you and dick and that random kid you who you think could ever replace Jason! Fuck you bat!” You said storming out.

“Y/n! Y/n! What’s going on!” Babs said as you came storming into the house and started packing your stuff “y/n talk to me!” She yelled moving herself to her wheelchair and coming over to you. “I’m leaving!” You said grabbing your crutches that you needed from time to time. “Y/n! No y/n!” Barbra said grabbing your rist “you can’t leave me!” She said tears in her eyes “please. Mom left us i know you hardly remember her! I can’t lose you too!” Barbra said holding your wrist tears streaming down her cheeks. “I’m sorry babs but I can’t I love you” you said hugging her before leaving.

Around a 4 years later you had found your self one off Batman’s most wanted. You were after the joker and if anyone go in your way they wouldn’t get a second chance to tell you. In till you were reached out to by a drug trading ring who offered to help you find the joker as long as you became a sort of protection against other gangs. And you slowly made your way to the top. To the point where you had one of the most powerful gangs by the time you were 18.

But not everyone took you seriously because of your obsession with killing the joker and none would dear to ask why. Some said “joker killed her parents” or “she was jokers sidekick and then she randomly quit so the joker has been after her eversincs” and to closest one “you know that one robin? Yeah the one who was killed yea! They dated but you see boss is the jokers daughter so he killed the boy and well she wasn’t happy so swore revenge!”

But this life that you lived was about to change in a way you only ever dreamed about. The dawn of red hood

[flirtatious-slenderman]

* @mayhem-slenderman holds a torch, creeping through all the places he's seen before. His hands shake slightly, though he wouldn't admit that. It is difficult to determine whether there is rist or dried blood on the handle.*

*He sinks to the ground, not knowing what to do, trying to sense Lotus. But he is running out of ideas. Alone in the woods, as normally he would prefer. But he has an awful gut feeling that something must have happened.*

*Flirtatious is halfway in a huge pile of dirt-coated blankets next to their house. They seem thinner than usual, and the glow of their pupils is significantly faded. It wasn't hard to tell that they were distressed.*

[theshippingqueens-blog]

OK double post this week before we start I would like to state that this will have mentioons of death drug useage self harm and sueicide if you are uncomfertable please skip over this fic.This is a puzzleshipping fic based off of talking to the moon by bruno mars but i dont know if i will use lyrics this idea came from listening to the song but will more likely be a stand alone fanfiction.

Again Thank you guys for the love and sapport. and please enjoy

Talking to the moon A puzlleshipping fanfic by cupid<3 TW: self hard drug useage suecide

The pale glow of the moon light filled my bedroom as I sat looking up at the stars. My rists wet with blood tears streaming down my face trying to numb the pain of heartache that had replaced the love that Atem took with him. It had been only a few month since the duel and nothing has ever been the same since Atem left. I glanced at the razor blade beside me seeing the blood stains. I grabbed it tossing it across the room in anger. How much I've tried to rid of the longing pain nothing works I keep hurtig myself physicaly only numbing the ache untill I can come to my sences and curse the gods for taking the one person I loved away from me. "I miss you ya know? Everyday i wish you were by myside." I said into the open air thinking he could hear me on the other side talking back lonnging as I was longing for him. I glanced at the painkillers that were on my bedside table. The temptiantion just to swallow all of them and be done with this pain seemed like the best idea. I shoved tem into the drawer cleaning my rists up and bandgeing them before heading to sleep.

~In the morning~

I awoke to something warm beside me. I snuggled up to it feeling the same familar warmth that Atem always had beside being a spirt after all. When I openned my eyes the warmth vanished along with all hopes of what could have been there. I slumped in my mow freezing bed not wanting to get up. I dragged myself out of bed showering before throwing on a long sleve shirt and jeans heading to school aside from all my thoughts of staying in bed.

Classes were boring as always I spent them staring into space and trying to avoid worried glances from my friends. I made my way to the roof arond lunch time wanting to be alone with all of my thoughts. I looked out onto the city my mind filling with thoughts. "Yuugi are you doing alright?" I looked to see Anzu standing near the door. I plastered on the fakest smile I could muster. "Perfect just fine why?" I asked trying to keeep the fake happy apereance up. She sighed. "Its been hard since Atem left Its been for me but I know its probaly worse for you." I rolled my eyes we all know she had a thing for Atem. "Unlike you Anzu I learned to move on with my life." I said witch was a lie I havent moved on. Its harder than it seems. She huffed before leaving. "Why did you have to leave me here with her?" I muttered going back to class.

Everyday it was the same routien over and over again. It was the one thing I could controll right now. Not my fame as the king of games not my deplateing will to live not anything. My life has been a endless downwors spiral since Atem left. I slammed my door shut tossing my book bag down my sleaves rolled up. My arms were covered in cuts and scares as I thought about the promies he made me not too long ago. About weither or not he had memoires he wanted to stay with me forever yet here he was gone leaving me to harm my self to numb the never ending pain of a broken heart. I glanced at the razor blade on the dresser. I reached out for it. I pulled my hand back taking a deep breath heading downstairs to eat something insted.

The house was rather empty with mom gone and ji-chan off in eygpt leaving me home alone. I looked in the fridege scanning for left overs. I grabbed some veggitalble a knife and a cutting board. I started slowly chopping the veggies as my mind wandered off to another place. A place were I could be happy and have Atem by myside. "Shit!" I cursed as I cut my hand blood seeping onto the white cuttting board. The pain felt nice making every other thought slowly slip away. I sighed softly running my hand in water decieding to skip donner tonight. My gaze landed on the knife I looked at the small cut on my hand then flipped my arm over to my wrist. I saw all the small cuts along my arms leading up to my elbow. I gripped the knife in one hand looking at my arm the temptaion is there. I put the blade on my wrist feeling the cool press of metal agenst my burning skin. I slowly slid the blade along my wrist the pain fuzzy as I watched the crimsom red liqud fall into a small puddle on the floor the colur matching Atems eyes. I let the knife fall from my grasp hearging the clash of metal agenst the tiltle my body feeling light as my vision got blury as i stabled my self agenst the counter.I blinked a few time before my vision returning. I let my hand fall looking at the counter to see a bottle of pill there…I snatched it openning it popping a handful of pills before draining it down with water. I felt light before crashing to the floor.

~NO ONES POV~ The soft golden glow of light relfeected off the clouds as a mighty phharoh stood in aru . Everything he ever wanted was there well except for one thing…Or should we say person who was everything to the pharoh. He never wanted to say goodbye yet fate had other plans for them and every night he'd look up at the stars hoping he could speak to him one last time. Tell his hikari one last time how much he really loved and cared for him. He could feel all of his other halfs pain and suffering and wished for the longest time he could make it stop. Heal the pain and make everything better.

"Atem! Atem come quick!" Manna yelled trying to catch her breath getiing to were the pharoh was. "What is it manna?" Atem asked looking up from were he was. "Its yuugi." She said her eyes wide. Atem stood not beleaving what his childhood friend had said. "Yuugi?" He said rushing over to were manna had lead him. Standing there sakura branch in had. Atem broke down when hes saw his hikari. "Atem?" Yuugi said looking at him tears filling his eyes. "Aibou!" He yelled pulling his hikair into his arms. They stood there in eachothers arms an unspoken knoalge of what happened and why yuugi was in aru. The stood under the sakura tree silance speaking volumes between them. They were happy to finaly be in the same place not a moon away.

~the end~

[rist-ix]

Hi Rist!

I’m Tbhtbh, Valtor is the kinda guy who’d want to know everything about Bloom. Has he ever gone back to Bloom’s house in Gardenia to learn more about Bloom and her childhood or has he just stayed in the MD to keep an eye out for her?

You are 100% correct, he absolutely is. The thing is: he has gone back. And it made him really, really anxious.

It's not very obvious in the chapter, because he doesn’t acknowledge it to himself, but there's a moment where he feels very acutely that he shouldn’t be here.

Valtor views their entire relationship through the lense of their origins. He's Dragon Fire incarnate, she's the guardian of the Flame and only survivor of Domino. That is very strong connection, and one he can use as proof that he is 100% justified in his belief that Bloom will return. Fate demands it, they’re meant to be, yadda yadda, you’ve read it all.

He has a pretty good understanding of Bloom's past on earth in this fic, but he doesn’t dwell on it outside of thinking it a potential weakness to exploit. He'd rather focus on the past she didn’t have on Domino, the life that was stolen from her, because that’s something they have in common, right? Their rightful place had been denied to them. It’s why he's so happy to indulge her need to know more about where she came from. The minute Bloom had the chance, she started to leave Gardenia behind anyway, chose the world he considers his over everything she knew.

But here's where that logic fails: Bloom loves her home on earth. She loves her parents, she loves Gardenia, she feels so safe there that she returns there at least once every season when something makes her Feel Kinda Bad for a sec. Even though she never felt like she belonged there, even though she abandoned her entire earth life for the chance to go to Alfea and become a fairy, it does not lessen the meaning and importance this place has to her. And being in her home, Valtor is confronted with undeniable proof of that.

This is where their origins diverge, this is what Valtor could never possibly relate to. It's a part of her he has no access to, and going by his own convoluted thought process, no right to either. He's infiltrated hundreds of places he wasn’t welcome in, but something as simple and uncomplicated as a loving home on Earth makes him feel foreign. Being surrounded by all the things she doesn’t need yet loves anyway, marks him as a complete stranger. There is nothing he can do to force himself into this part of her life. He can feel acutely that he has no place here, while Bloom does.

It means that his entire sense of entitlement to her is flawed.

So he does the Valtor equivalent of sticking his thumbs into his ears and going LALALALALALA, and promptly runs back to Domino, her real home. Where she'll totally be one day, because deep down she totally wants to, shut up Darcy. Denial is such a healthy coping mechanism.

TL;DR: He wants to know everything about Bloom except for the parts he feels would separate her from him. So he pretends that place doesn’t matter to her anymore, and happily forgets it exists.

[deadpresidents]

It has been a while since I last asked so what have you been reading recently?

Here is what I've been reading over the past couple months:

•Target Tehran: How Israel Is Using Sabotage, Cyberwarfare, Assassination -- and Secret Diplomacy -- to Stop a Nuclear Iran and Create a New Middle East (BOOK | KINDLE | AUDIO) Yonah Jeremy Bob and Ilan Evyatar

•The Lumumba Plot: The Secret History of the CIA and a Cold War Assassination (BOOK | KINDLE | AUDIO) Stuart A. Reid

•Emperor of Rome: Ruling the Ancient Roman World (BOOK | KINDLE | AUDIO) Mary Beard

•The Invention of Papal History: Onofrio Panvinio Between Renaissance and Catholic Reform (BOOK | KINDLE) Stefan Bauer

•Infallibility, Integrity and Obedience: The Papacy and the Roman Catholic Church, 1848-2023 (BOOK | KINDLE) John M. Rist

•Eighteen Days in October: The Yom Kippur War and How It Created the Modern Middle East (BOOK | KINDLE | AUDIO) Uri Kaufman

•Lincoln and California: The President, the War, and the Golden State (BOOK | KINDLE) Brian McGinty

•Who Believes Is Not Alone: My Life Beside Benedict XVI (BOOK | KINDLE) Archbishop Georg Gänswein with Saverio Gaeta

•White House Wild Child: How Alice Roosevelt Broke All the Rules and Won the Heart of America (BOOK | KINDLE) Shelley Fraser Mickle

•Madonna: A Rebel Life (BOOK | KINDLE | AUDIO) Mary Gabriel

[marroniere]

fic: strength of heart (tenderness of the soul), thranto, E, WIP

Word count: 179,243 words so far (5000-word chapters are posted twice a week, 37 chapters overall)

Warnings: canon-typical violence, angst with a happy ending, mpreg, Thrawn dealing with his traumatic past

Excerpt:

A few minutes later, as Thrawn walks into his room, he stills. Never in his life has he been so sharply aware of the fact he may be seeing this house—and everyone who lives here, all the people who have become his family—for the last time. Death is always a possibility, especially in his line of work. He is, first and foremost, expendable. If he is to give his life, he will plan it in such a way that it wins a little time for those staying in the Ascendancy to protect themselves.

Only he doesn’t want to.

Instead of giving up his life, he would like to stay on Naporar, renovate certain parts of the house, expand his new art collection, add more ships to the Stybla fleet, raise Rikeil, Riste, Riat, and Larass to be brave, decent, curious, and hard-working people, show them the world or at least the Ascendancy worlds they have never seen, show them the planet he grew up on, wake up by Eli’s side every morning, have another child with Eli—the list is extensive.

When he thinks about those things, he realizes that they only make what he is fighting for even clearer.

He casts a glance at the small wooden cabinet by the window and opens its top shelf. Looks at its contents. The artifacts of all the lives he has managed to live and abandon. An old Imperial rank plaque. A ring with an engraving of entangled snakes. The same snakes he ordered engraved on the Chimaera’s hull. The first piece of art he was ever given, by an alien and a comrade-in-arms, a token of gratitude from the Paccian people. Thrawn never believed he deserved it. The Paccosh did far more in their own defense and the defense of Sunrise than he did. But he did allow himself to hold onto that memory.

Holding onto certain memories—of friendship, of camaraderie, of love—is beneficial. As well as holding onto certain hopes.

In the meantime, an idea comes into Thrawn’s head.

He traces the engraving on the ring with his finger.

Perhaps some things do not have to stay memories, old and distant.

Perhaps accidental allies can unite for more than one battle, even if decades have passed.

[little-slice-of-nothing]

Tears of the Knight

i decided to post fanfics on here because i've been writing for fun. anyways i wrote this before i beat totk

CW: angst, very little comfort, mourning(?), crying, ooc Link(?)

MASSIVE TOTK SPOILERS YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Link stands at the center of the Rist Peninsula. Silent Princesses surround him. He looks up into the sky and gazes upon the Light Dragon with newfound knowledge of Zelda’s fate. Unsure of what to do with himself, he begins the short walk home. The walk back to his house isn’t long lived but to him it felt like an eternity. As he closes the front door behind him, he slumps against it.

He looks down at his hands, they’re shaking in a way he never noticed before. His face starts to burn as a tear falls onto his palm. Then another, and then another as tears flow incessantly out of his eyes. The more he tries to wipe them away, the more they flow down his face, as if they were taunting him. His mind flashes back to the vision he saw. The actions of Zelda replaying in his head over and over. The face she was making was so painful, she sacrificed so much just to ensure he could reunite with the Master Sword. Link feels chest tighten as he falls to his knees, weak sobs escape his mouth. His lungs feel restricted as he gasps for air; no matter how much he breathes in, it doesn’t seem to take.

A hurricane of emotions swirl inside him; anger, grief, melancholy, but the strongest feeling of all was guilt. He failed to protect the one person he was meant to. Zelda will never return to the way she was. He has failed as a knight. He’s failed her father. He’s failed the kingdom. But most of all he’s failed her. Link lets out a shaky breath in an effort to get himself to calm down. He pictures the times they shared together after sealing the calamity. The walks they took together, the peace and safety they established in a ruined Hyrule; the meals they shared. Part of him wished he treasured that time more. If by some miracle he could see her smile just once more.

But its too late for that now. Nothing will change if he just sits here feeling sorry for himself and drowning in his own regrets. Zelda gave up everything to give him this chance to defeat the Demon King. Now he has to do it, if not for her then for Hyrule. Link stands up, his face is still red, his cheeks and eyes itch from crying so much.

Even if he can’t save her, he can save everyone she wanted to protect. The thought of that calms his heart. He exits his house with a newfound resolve to defeat the Demon King and save Hyrule. Link spots the Light Dragon in the sky above him. He feels as if the dragon is watching over him, as if to say “Please return safely”. He knows the dragon can't hear him, but he speaks anyway, “I’ll save you. Just wait for me, Zelda.”

[ipreferfiction]

canon: this race is a prophecy

(solo canon)

this gets its own masterlist because my shared canons one is getting way too long and there are five billion characters here. no one is reading this but it's for my own organization lol.

MAIN:

Caius Revan, once known as Ezari Katreos. a human, he has been the lynchpin of the galaxy's fate for three hundred years, and he wants to build his empire again. Maeji Katreos, Hero of Tython. a human, she has been crushed beneath the weight of her bloodline for years, and learning of Revan’s return only worsens her conflict. Kintash Tzara, the death of the Emperor. a tsis with a long history of death and loss, they struggle with their place in the Jedi Order and their purpose outside of defeating Vitiate or dying in the attempt. Iarissi Ilam, Barsen'thor of the Jedi Order. a mirialan, she attempts to hold herself to the ideals of the Jedi Order, though she struggles with her own darkness at times. Ahnder Drex, CO of Horizon Squad and former Republic commander. a zabrak, he serves as CO of Havoc Squad until Lehon, when he betrays his strike team to join the Revanites in his mentor's footsteps. Ikhatsa Jinzi, the Empire's Wrath. a tsis from an ancient house, he was chosen to be Baras' apprentice - when that ends badly, he gets a new career working for the Emperor. that ends worse. Ikhatsa Alea, Kallig's heir. born into slavery after her parents were sentenced for treason, she is determined to restore her line's prominence; her infamous cousin becoming Wrath does little to aid her. Cesho Yjasi, the alien lord. a former tomb robber captured and enslaved after a job gone wrong on Korriban, she forms an alliance with Alea, discovers their shared blood as descendants of Kallig, and becomes one of the most powerful Sith in the Empire. Taristi’vas’alar, the Singularity. a chiss, and one of three survivors when his house was massacred, he spent a brief period of time as Cipher Nine before taking his ship, several million credits, and Kaliyo to Nar Shaddaa to run a criminal empire. Taristi’ver’ianico, Cipher Nine. a chiss, they were forced to take up their twin brother's identity when he betrayed Imperial Intelligence, and their position has done little but intensify the need to know why their family really died. Nehiri Xalim, Champion of the Great Hunt. a togruta, she is a clanborn Mandalorian with a strict code of honor and a need to prove herself against the galaxy's scorn. Fashesh Xalim, the Voidhound. a togruta, she was raised Mandalorian but spends several years in the wider galaxy while keeping those ties a secret, building an empire to support her people.

SIDE:

Taristi’von’nasar, a hunter out for blood. a chiss, she survived the extinction of her house just to be hunted to Hutt space and then betrayed by her brother, and she has been looking for revenge ever since. Sirahede Rist, the prodigy assassin. a human, she was born to the ruling line of House Rist on Alderaan and trained to be the best assassin put out in generations - until she is hired to kill a renegade Cipher and finds herself tangled in a much larger scheme.

[voidendron]

Are Zar Draya's broadcasts of Alderaanian nobles fighting the Zakuul equivalent of reality TV?

oh, 100% YES

It ends up one of those deals that everyone who watches has Houses they root for, nobles they do and don't like, they get into arguments with each other about "oh, what's gonna happen next??" and "so-and-so is totally about to backstab what's-their-name"

Rist is the most popular of the Houses - the Zakuulans love them and their blackmail, assassination capabilities, and secrecy.

They probably don't know that Draya is exacerbating the conflicts, but she totally focuses on Rist so they get pissy with the other Houses more often.

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3D research/reading

The beginning of my research started off with the concept of childhood creativity, however I wasn’t entirely sure where to start, the only thing I knew was that I wanted to work with various kinds of media. I started with the compendium and stumbled on works by Pipilotti Rist, Mikala Dwyer and Liang Shaoji, all of which started my research. Pipilotti Rist’s work particularly caught my attention due to her unique style, use of a wide range of materials in forms that could be considered out of the ordinary. Her works ‘Massachusetts Chandelier’ (2010), ‘Pixelwald’ (2016), ‘Tosender Speicher’ (2013) and ‘Wasserschatz’ (2019) were all ones that I drew inspiration off, particularly her use of various materials, colour, lighting and style. I eventually moved towards the idea of a suncatcher/windcatcher as one of my main inspirations was all of the crafts I used to do at my grandparents house out on the back deck after school. My grandma is an avid collector of windchimes, hanging ornaments and outdoor garden figurines and I felt inspired to try and start with that structure and go beyond the conventional concept of a windcatcher. After my mid-project check in, Vicky told me about the artist Nick Cave, hoping to inspire a more unconventional wind catcher to flow more into the experimental side of the project, and it worked like a charm. Nick Cave is my main inspiration for my project, his works ‘Until’ (2016-2017) were the starting point, and I eventually explored more into his ‘Soundsuit’ series and his wide range of colour, material, space and form. His works are extremely complicated and elaborate, and were an amazing inspiration for the types of things I wanted to include in my work. Obviously not at the same scale, I took inspiration from his full rooms of suspended sun catchers and hanging ornaments in my work. Another inspiration along the same vein of work is Susan Chrysler White, with her elaborate and highly stylised plexi glass installations including ‘Interior Garden’ (2013), ‘Yin and Yang Kachinas’ (2013) and ‘Medusa’ (2013) all of which are amazing, bold installation works. From here my research moved more into how I could incorporate various materials and forms in a non conventional way, which can be seen in the outcome of my work.

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2024 Expos

Amazonias, Sebastiao Salgado. Fundación Fernán Gómez enero 2024, Madrid

Maestras, el Thyssen, enero 2024, Madrid

Reversos, el Prado, enero 2024 Madrid

Los mejores fotógrafos españoles del siglo XX, Blanca Berlín, enero 2024 Madrid

Mark Rothko at Fondation Louis Vuitton, jan 2024, Paris

i need to live, Juergen Teller. Grand Palais, jan 2024 Paris

Corps à Corps, l'histoire de la photographie. Pompidou, jan 2024 Paris

50 years of sketches, Picasso, Pompidou, jan 2024 Paris

Victor Burgin, Jeu de Paume, jan 2024 Paris

Capturer la beauté, Julia Margaret Cameron, Jeu de Paume, jan 2024 Paris

Men Untitled, Carolyn Drake. Fondation Henri Cartier Bresson, jan 2024 Paris

Some Say Ice, Alessandra Sanguinetti, Magnum Gallery, jan 2024 Paris

À toi de Faire, Ma Mignonne, Sophie Calle, Musée Picasso, jan 2024 Paris

Dream House NYC

Liz Deschenes, Miguel Abreu, NYC

Cindy Sherman, Hauser & Wirth, feb 2024 NYC

Exorcism of the Last Painting I Ever Made, Tracey Emin, Faurschou gallery, feb 2024 NYC

Scar Tissue (Blurred Earth) by donna Huanca, Faurschou gallery, Feb 2024 NYC

Barney Does it all, film by Bjarne Melgaard at Faurschou gallery, Feb 2024 NYC

The Train by Justine Kurland, Higher Pictures, Feb 2024 Brooklyn NY

Copy Machines Manifesto, Brooklyn Museum, feb 2024 NYC

The Wanda Coleman Playbook, Cauleen Smith, 52 Walker, Feb 2024 NYC

Broken Spectre by Robert Mosse, Jack Shainman gallery, feb 2024 NYC

Leaving Earth by Mary Lucier at Cirstin Tierney, feb 2024 NYC

Glorify Yourself by Carolyn Drake at Yancey Richardson, feb 2024 NYC

The Dissolve by Helen Van Meene at Yancey Richardson, feb 2024 NYC

Francesca Woodman at Gagosian, march 2024 NYC

Joan Jonas at MOMA, march 2024 NYC

Transmissions by Stan Van der Beek at Magenta Plains, NYC

el abrazo by Deisy Morelos at DIA Chelsea, march 2024 NYC

Pippilotti Rist at Luhring Augustine, march 2024, NYC

Born Black by Gordon Parks at Jack Shainman, march 2024 NYC

Anti-Aging by Lynn Hersman Leeson, Bridget Donahue, april 2024 NYC

Whitney Biennial 2024, NYC

Panoramas by Josef Koudelka at Pace gallery, april 2024 NYC

Glass Flowers by Michal Rovner at Pace, april 2024 NYC

More than I Could Ask for by Dawn Kim, Penumbra Foundation, april 2024 NYC

AIPAD Photo Fair, april 2024 NYC

Don't Forget to call your mother, MEt Museum, june 2024 NYC

Roni Horn, Hauser & Wirth, june 2024 NYC

Aperture Portfolio prize, Avion Pearce at Baxter St, june 2024 NYC

Fistful of love by Reynaldo Rivera, Moma PS1, june 2024 NYC

Moments of Solidarity, LaToya Ruby Frazier, Moma june 2024 NYC

Vivan Maier retro at Fotografiska, august 2024 NYC

Bruce Gilden at Fotografiska, august 2024 NYC

Forks & Spoons curated by Moyra Davey at Bucholz Gallery, april 2024 NYC

Hugh Hayden bathroom exhibition at Lisson

Rituals of Care by Lee Mingwei at deYoung, may 2024 SF

Irving Penn retro at deYoung museum, may 2024 SF

Pier24 final exhibition

Rialto, Peter Hujar at Ukranian Museum, july 2024 NYC

You never did anything wrong, Nan Goldin at Gagosian, sept 2024 NYC

Marisol at Albright Knox, july 2024 Buffalo

Into the Middle of Things by Sophie Schwartz, CC projects, sept 2024 NYC

Baltimore Museum of Art, sept 2024 Baltimore

Subtitled by Christian Markley at Paula Cooper gallery, sept 2024 NYC

SCUMB Flowers by Justine Kurland at Dashwood Projects, sept 2024 NYC

DEEP PHOTOS / IN THE BEGINNING by Laurie Simmons at 46 Henry, sept 2024, NYC

Gregory Crewdson, sept 2024 nyc

Alvin Ailey at the Whitney, NYC, Oct 2024

Ethan James Green, Bombshell, KAPP KAPP , Oct 2024 NYC

Magazinno Italian Art Museum, nov 2024, upstate NYC

Long Story Short by Tania Franco Cohen, Yancey Richardson, nov 2024 NYC

Ref_USE by Silvia Paredes en Space 2 be, nov 2024, Madrid

Life Dances On, Robert Frank at MOMA, nov 2024 NYC

Autopsia del espectáculo, Weegee, Fundación Mapfre, nov 2024 Madrid

31 mujeres de Peggy Guggenheim, fundación mapdre, nov 2024 Madrid

Henry Moore & Georgia O'Keefe at MFA Boston, nov 2024, Boston

Mary Ellen Mark, Tiny at Isabella Stewart Gardner museum, nov 2024, Boston

Kiss of the Sun by Lee Mary Manning, Canada, dec 2024 NYC

The Clock by Christian Marclay at MOMA, dec 2024, NYC

Noguchi Museum, Queens, dec 2024 NYC

NYPL Bohemia exhibition, dec 2024 NYC

Alina Patrick at Brooklyn Film Camera, dec 2024 nyc

To Build an Island by Carlos Chavarría en Le Mur, dic 2024 MAdrid

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had a dream that we were in a house and we sent a cannonball-like projectile towards some t/rr/rists and they started begging for peace, then we left very quickly so we swam through the air (?) (it was clearly the consistency of water) across the house up and then down to escape out the large window, i was the second-to-last one out and my buddy right behind me didn’t make it. i wanted to ask everyone if they also heard the other guys begging

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