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Summary: Ziar Koon, Plo Koon's father, is hosting a celebratory gathering to commemorate the newly established hatchery as part of rebuilding Mother Dorin after a separatist attack a year ago. That said, Plo Koon is expected to be at the event and with you being the known closest to Plo, he is expected to have you by his hand during the ceremony.

Pairing: Plo Koon / OC/Reader (pre-established relations)

Word Count: 3.8k

Rating: Smutty if you squint. Rated D for Duch(ess) whatever that means.

Notes: This is supposed to be a second installment of Somewhere Over We Know but I don't really know what happened and I wanted to play with my OC so, pretend you're my OC, maybe? Dedicated to @saengak and @amorfista for helping me build my character and indulging the sanity of my constant thirst for Plo Koon and all fuckable Kel Dors out there. Contains so much inside joke, it's disgusting. Glossary || Additional details: Alright(y) Aphrodite - The equivalent of inviting the other for some steamy, unbridled lovemaking session in a more inconspicuous manner. Egg Economy of Dorin - Population. Babies. You get it. Ziar Koon - Plo Koon's father and known tycoon of the Egg Economy in Dorin. rubbers - Condoms. Yes, they were playing with GAR-issued condoms.

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Color thingies because I'm deranged to not use them: Orange: Plo Koon Pink: You/OC/Reader Blue: Memory Purple: Me, because I have no self-control to self-insert myself whenever Plo and Kel Dors are mentioned. I'm sorry >:

Perfect divider by @idontgetanysleep with itty, bitty, cutie-patootie Plo Koon face ♥

“Why are you so darn cute, Plo? Cutest little Kel Dor baby I have ever seen in my entire kriffin life.”

It wasn’t as if you’d only recently been acquainted with the highly revered and cherished Master Jedi of the 104th Battalion, but never a day is there that existed in which you simply could not resist the charm of your beloved childhood friend, confidant, and husband — only if there was an official event to accompany that claim and he was actually there in your makeshift wedding that resided in your head since the day you met, then yes; husband.

But he doesn’t need to know about that now; what matters is that you’ve become such an invasive presence in Plo Koon’s life at an early stage, that you’re practically married at the hip — distance be damned. Then again, it was him who always waited past their scheduled meditation hours just so he could tell you he found a hive of bees that he thought you’d like; or that he’d finish up his tasks and ask Master Tyvvoka if he could show you scriptures intended only for young Padawans, reasoning that you are in ‘dire need’ of teachings and that you were really interested — in him, not really the Order, but it’s basically the same thing, right?

And so here you are yet again, trailing behind your most favorite sentient in the galaxy like a moth to a flame — an always incandescent beacon in the darkest hours of need. And by the stars in the skies, you needed no one else but him and him alone. Well, him and now little versions of him because Papa Ziar, Plo’s father, had graciously bestowed upon you an old photo of his young boy. Your presence at the newly established hatchery seems to have brought upon a planet-wide desire to re-populate Dorin after a separatist attack a year ago that had impaled the Egg Economy in which Papa Koon happens to be completely perfervid of.

“I mean just look at that cute wittle (little) baby’s chubby-chubby face!!!! And those cute wittle (little), itty, bitty, tusks on that cute wittle (little) baby’s chubby-chubby cheeks!!!— Eeeek!!! “

[ Art / Concept by @justalittletomato ♥ ]

A non-threatening screech but a screech nonetheless, you’ve once more merited an indignant turn of the head from Plo; whether it was due to the fact that you’ve pried his attention from a pertinent matter on the datapad clutched between his talons, or that you’ve simply been diverting his thoughts elsewhere and had resulted in accomplishing nothing.

[ Art / Concept by @justalittletomato ♥ ]

“I could just gobble you right up, babylove!”

Your voice softens and it is that look that would always have you biting your lip and grinning all frilly and smitten. So you whisper, just enough for him to hear and for the creases of his brow to relax and merit an exasperated yet amused sigh in response.

“Nomnomnomnomnom!!!”

You take a step closer, ducking under his arm and taking a mouthful of his robes into a bite as you lovingly gazed and basked in the rare display of Plo’s very tamed chuckle. A very dignified ‘heh’ that sends a jolt of current through your veins as if to remind you how truly electrifying it is to be this close to this Kel Dor god of a man who should have his hands preoccupied all over you rather than some stupid datapad.

But alas, we can never have it all. At least not yet.

“Quite fortunate that I have a thick hide, then.” Plo replies, tucking an arm over the small of his back, careful not to drop the device. “Well, go on then. Pray tell what it is that you obviously have the need to share, my little love.”

You took a deep breath latched yourself onto his side, arms seeking his free hand and wrapping it over your waist to get all comfy. After all, Plo had frequently insisted you be at the utmost comfort and to feel at home even at the temple or the Wolve’s Den.

And so you did.

Seeing as Plo Koon is your ‘home’, comfort entails being as tepid as you can with the warmth of centuries-long friendship and maybe some other kind of heat if he would just start making those exuberantly hot Kel Dor noises from the other night when he was busy with himse—.

“Duchess.”

Oh good lord, have mercy. The equivalent of an eyebrow raise from a Kel Dor is more than enough to make these knees so damn weak.

“Right. Business as usual.”

You titter, beguiled by the magnetic imagery of how Plo, in all his baronial manner of handling delicate situations, covered himself in such a dignified and unshaken fashion that the gallance in which he had calmly asked you why you were once more sneaking into his chambers left you breathless. Not that having a glimpse of a very slickened tip and a few ridges brought your soul to ascend to the heavens, but his ever-so-impassive response was truly astounding.

Like his dick.

“So.” You pause, ushering the two of you to walk; your arm slithered over his waist and your free hand in motion to emphasize the exigent need of his attendance. “Papa Ziar will be launching yet again a new hatchery. Him and your brothers at the Baran Do requests that you join us in celebration of our continuous rebuild of Mother Dorin.”

It would have been difficult for anyone to procure thought from Plo’s masked visage, but you know him enough to know not only whether it was a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’, but whether he was amicable to attend. The problem was how oppressive his silence can be, — oppressive enough to make you feel so small and foolish for even asking.

Panicked with a soft whine of worry, you slouched in disappointment and dislodged yourself to a respectful distance from him. Your tone betrays your anxiety into a disheartened response. “I mean you don’t really have to and … Well, Papa Z sort of said it was a long shot since you’re… you know.. Busy all the time.”

“And…?” Came the throaty, richness of his voice; talon-clad hand beckoning you back to his side by a firm grip on your pelvis.

“Aaaaaaand… I said I will tryyyyyyyyy…. to at least ask if you’re free…?” You reply with so much incertitude, your eyes squinted as if it would provide some form of clarity.

“Mhm. And?” Replied Plo, leaning more towards the direction of your cheek; the metallic contraption that obscured not only his eyes but the lower chambers of his face brushes along your skin. You could hear the antiox mask churn and sustain life as he hovers intimately close over your neck that the protrusions from his facial anatomy grazing your skin feels divine.

And though that alone was enough to make your skin crawl with so much delight and your knees buckle at an instant, it’s the sound that always got you into a trance of complete surrender.

The first time you heard Plo purr in his prime had you blushing so hard, he thought you were ill. You were such at a loss for words that you swore on Mother Dorin and Mother Celestia (your homeworld) that you were possessed by some sort of primal god, disposing you to unleash upon all things carnal onto your beloved Kel Dor friend with unabashed shame and dire need to appease through debauchery. That part of you pondered the soothing reverberation to that of a playful or a cordial greet akin to a warm embrace, but no — perhaps it didn’t help that you’ve had this inclination towards Kel Dors or maybe, just maybe, it had always been that love you have for Plo that borders friendship to something more?

That or the fact that you knew, he was packing a solid 13-inches. Tomatoe- tomato.

Oh, the things you would do to have him take you right here, right now —

“And….?” Plo’s talons had now dug little love burrows onto your skin and by the gods, did that made you moan a soft whimper. A little more of that and you’d be pining for Plo and you weren’t about that life to get easily swayed by your charming someday-somewhen-future husband, in the guise of him not being able to attend your someday-somewhen-future father-in-law's party. No, sir — No, ma’am.

You took a deep breath and willed all you could muster against the enchanting dalliance of Plo being a certified, flirtatious dick instead of just saying ‘No’ because he knows you could always make up for his absence in alleviating Ziar’s sorrowful dramatics.

You can’t really blame him. Having your father muse about grandkids fully knowing that it was a unanimous decision between the Koons and the Baran do Sages to send their precious son to become a Jedi was an admittance to celibacy and grandchildless-future. Ziar was fortunate enough that the chances had tipped the scale upon hearing that you and Plo are in a non-marital-marital betrothal; yes, in whatever context that would make sense, the answer is simply ‘yes’.

You moaned again, over the cold weight of the rebreather onto the side of your neck and the fact that your weight was completely on him. To which he responded with a much firmer grip on your waist, a lean of his head and an impatient look from the usually calm and collected Jedi.

“You do realize that it is I who is in need of convincing to attend to my father’s call, yes?”

“For a Jedi, you’ve always been so impatient with me, Plo.” You reply, placing your palm over his face and pushing yourself off the adhesive bond that is you and Plo Koon. Parting, finally, you adjusted your clothing and reached out to iron the ruffled robes on his person. “Daddy Z might have made a certain announcement on behalf of us, babylove.” Your face scrunches, clearly apologizing on behalf of Ziar’s overzealous impulses.

“Let me guess, another faux pregnancy?” Plo replies abruptly, sighing exasperatedly as dragged his hand over his mask briefly as if to reconsider not showing up. “Sending you off to some clinic for a miscarriage claim at the proper cycle to be less inconspicuous?” Frustration now evident as Plo held his arm in a motion for you to follow, turning to the next corner as you both entered the Den.

“I simply cannot comprehend why you spoil him at every whim.”

Plo marched on ahead of you towards his chambers while you offered a short wave at Warthog who was helping himself at the caf dispenser while holding a leash knotted around Comet’s waist. Boost rubbed the back of his neck anxiously with a smile as if to apologize on behalf of the chaos that is within the Den. Sinker, who also has a leash knotted around his waist tied to Boost’s wrist while both Comet and his ashen-haired comrade, pelted each other with what appears to be washable paint bombs inside GAR-approved “rubbers”.

“You’re not some pet he could parade with, little love. You’re welcome to say ‘No’.”

In comes Wolffe perched at the sofa with his own datapad illuminating that delicious, silver-cybernetic eye of his that would, should they heed your warning, fall upon your merciless grasp as your new plaything. Your fascination towards Commander Wolffe’s eye replacement grows exponentially strong with each visit.

His gaze follows suit, studying the chase of a displeased Kel Dor Master Jedi ‘kindly’ storming ahead of you and his, to Wolffe’s own affectionate coin of endearment for you, unhinged-little-bitch-wife strutting along.

You trotted to bridge the distance between you and the agitated Plo Koon, pausing only to motion for a fist to roll alongside the other (fist) facing upward. And as you turn the imaginary knob that is your upright fist, your middle finger slowly ascends to full attention to match a very spirited and gratified smile.

All of which Wolffe, dignified Commander of the 104th Battalion known as the Wolfpack, slowly replied by holding his datapad over his chest and slowly turning it in your direction. With a tap on the darkened screen, the device lights up to show a very creatively made collage of middle fingers forming a shape of a heart, with your face at the center and poorly scribbled lines that were ambigrams of the words bestie and bitchie.

The both of you shared a silent chuckle before you ran off after Plo.

***

“Darling… This is a serious matter.”

So he says, leaning further onto the armchair and pushing his hips forward to meet your touch, palms falling onto each arm of the single-seat sofa. You hear him chunter as the tip of your boot press lightly upon the affirmation of want and consent — you’ve ‘fooled’ around more than enough that you know Plo rarely instigates these ‘things’. He would never be so bold as to ask for a bit of respite from a disconcerting situation, but would never one to decline an offer either. Makes you wonder if these repressed Jedis indulge in nights of estranged passion in the underworld — you say ‘repressed Jedis’, but your focus leans to whether Plo has been pandering to the needs of the flesh through other sentients; unfavorable, but… oh how, sinfully kinky.

“Mhm.. Very serious indeed.” You reply, unable to contain a simper of sorts. “Very, very, serious indeed.” You add — both to your response and pressure upon his the emergent, true Blade of Dorin.

[ This one's for you bestie, may the Blade of Dorin smite you ♥ ]

You lean back with your weight supported by a palm firm on the bed, while the other had begun daintily traversing the now exposed sternum as fingers unclipped the buttons of your blouse. “Truly a para… mount of a conundrum, my hot, sexy, grumpy, old Kel Dor of a god — Ooof!”

Perhaps now would be the time to thank the Force and his Jedi training in spite of their No-Attachment rule because clearly, training has done well in keeping the vigor of Plo Koon’s inner-mischief in check only for the opportune moment. So yes, thank the Force and the Jedi training that this often reserved and proper Jedi sees the situation fit for mischief.

“Claws, Plo! Claws! Cla— unf~!”

Stars, bless those claws of his that found your neck in such a swift motion, you were already drenched the moment those spurs of his burrowed a little too deep onto your skin and your breath cut for hot fucking minute. Flustered and gasping under touch as he dragged you to the center of the bed, mounting your hips before pinning your wrists over that beautiful crown of yours.

“Quite a consequential predicament indeed.” Plo replies, keeling to press the cold, stannic mask onto the side of your neck and once more peppering your senses with the susurrating tone of his voice and that dark musk of tea, cum, and war.

“Mm…” Came your weak, pathetic reply that no one should ever fault you for as you squirmed under the weight of this Master Jedi who has inculcated a most promising attempt to extract your truest intention as to why, of the many events hosted by Ziar Koon, you were quite insistent on having him attend.

Unsatisfactory as your answer was, you did no better than ‘Mmm..’ seeing as you’ve become no more than a babbling, groaning, gasp-stifling, mess with every feel of Plo’s hips gyrating wantonly upon yours that he could trace the clothed folds of your lingerie with the strained tent between his own.

He knew what he was doing. You also knew that he knew that you knew what he was doing. In fact, there’s so much knowing between the two of you, you were starting to doubt the knowledge of knowing that he knew that you knew that he knew what he was doing and whether it was going to work or not was up to him — his dick, yet again, but essentially him.

The power he has over you is beyond comprehension that there would be banter about Plo being low-key sith with the shameful number of times he would use himself as an advantage over you. That this manipulative tactician of a Kel Dor man under the guise of a Jedi would have no qualms touching you in places that would have your resolve crumble to an irreparable state and still have the audacity, the gull, the heaven-blessed balls, to ask you if you were ‘alright’.

Another moan as the grip on your neck tightens and his motions were deliberately slow and sensual. His breath now heavy and devoid of the purpose of extrapolating ‘whatever’ it was that pertained to his father’s upcoming launch. His focus solely on you as you hear him asseverate a licentious need with an audible series of clicks, aka Kel Dor Sex Noises.

“A…Al… Alright(y) Ap..hrodite…?”

You’ve never hated yourself with such fervor until now for denying the both of you what would have been a day of existentially altering, grand-dicking of your life because as much as you want every inch and ridge of Plo Koon, the fate of Dorin’s Egg Economy hangs in the balance. Simply because like any Baran Do Sage in Dorin, Papa Ziar is as equally dramatic and happens to have a wild tendency of being sour even at his own hosted gatherings. And knowing fully that you might have exaggerated saying ‘yes’ to Ziar the other day, the success of the launch and the face of Koons hang in the balance.

“I’m sorry, baby… No ‘Alright(y) Aphrodite’ today.” Came your morose return, meriting a counter of a sigh from Plo. You feel his weight shift heavier atop your smaller frame, lax and untensed as he keeps his face buried onto the side of your neck. Retracting his talon-clad hand and sliding them underneath your back in an engulfing embrace of a pre-repose Plo Koon, sensing the tranquil pattern of his breathing.

“If you come then maybe Yes ‘Alright(y) Aphrodite’ ~”. Pitching the idea of sex — no, lovemaking, with Plo when you’re obviously the one constantly starved for him remains a refreshing thought. Though this would not have been the first of many instances of having to deny Plo, you were reaching the same count of him denying you pleasure because duty beckons him like the whore to a harem as much as you are to Ziar’s whims.

“Very well.” Plo replies and before you could put a word in, he adds. “But please refrain from indulging my father with the promise of grandchildren. I am yet to provide a compelling stand as to why I remain unmarried — not due to the Order’s denunciation over attachment as implications of marriage and childbearing, but simply because it is untimely.” He takes a deep breath before disentangling himself to lie beside you. “My father is stubborn… As I am, it seems.” A short yet warm chuckle escapes his masked visage at the memory of home.

“All the more reasons to come, babylove.” You muse, propping on your elbow to turn at him sideways. “Your father thinks we’re married because you drunkenly said we were when Sha was born. You went on about having clutches upon clutches to strengthen the Koon bloodline and for a moment that day, I thought I was seeing two Ziars.” With an assuring half smile, you roll onto your stomach pouting, turning his head with a delicate, pale finger over his jaw. “And you say I’m unhinged, hmm?”

“You are, little love.” Plo snorted. “Because I recall after making such claims, you and my father were overzealously discussing measurements and term cycles of Kel Dor gestation and whether if you had taken me to bed that night or the morning after, you asked how soon you could start birthing the new sons and daughters of Dorin.”

“Oh, right, right, right.” You nodded with brows furrowed, recollecting Sha’s Hatchling Party. “Well, I never got the answer because your father started making appointments to have me ‘checked’ for Kel Dor birthing compatibility and frankly…. It was assertively… sweet.”

“Assertively? My dearest, it was invasively saccharine even for my taste.”

“Does that mean you won’t leave high and dry with Papa Ziar and come as my husband?”

“My love, we are not married.”

“Rude — ouch.” You glared at him, shaking your head and rolling your eyes while he chuckled knowing it was a jab and a jest in one; a true display of a Kel Dor’s morbid humor of sorts. “Obviously, we’re not married and we won’t seem as such if you say it like that.”

“Ah — my apologies, little love. And what words should befall my person?”

“You’re supposed to say; Duchess, ethereal goddess of my abysmal need of carnal release and unearthly pleasure that only your supple temple of a body can satiate, we are not married… YET.”

“‘Carnal release and unearthly pleasure that only your supple temple of a body can satiate’ is the response you wish for me to tell my father?” Plo chuckles, rubbing his forehead.

“Kinky, but no. I wouldn’t want to fall into Ziar’s 1000 questions of how I pleasure his son whenever I visit. Then again, I might ask for a couple of tips since he’s got Mama Koon give him a proper clutch of five.”

Plo groaned and sat up, giving your rear a very uncharacteristic squeeze and pat before rising to his feet. He takes heel and opens the door to a massive cabinet, inspecting the well-organized contents before pulling an acceptable size of luggage bag onto the bed.

“And what color would your dress be for the ball, my dearest wife?” Plo asks, folding a set of Jedi robes, Dorin tunics, and coats into the carry-on.

“I love you so much, Plo. Thank you.” Came your melted reply, reaching to cup his cheek as he placed the items in the bag. “Papa Ziar would be so happy.” You add, pulling him close to plant a kiss on his cheek before you whisper tauntingly at him. “One of these days, dear husband, I’m gonna have to kiss those lips of yours and there’s nothing that could stop me from doing so.”

Your hand slides off to arrange the clothing for Plo to have more space. Refolding them in your fashion because Plo needs to fold the clothes ‘properly’ for reasons you’re sharing luggage with the full intention of treating yourself to a new formal wear.

“Yes, yes, of course.” Came his dismissive reply — and yet, part of you swore he was grinning behind that mask of his at the thought.

He was.

Special thanks to those who were genuinely interested and gave so much love for my OC, Duchess. I love you all and the madness that come with it ♥

@saengak @amorfista @starrrgazingbunny @eloquentmoon And @justalittletomato for the fab Kel Dor baby art!!! @sinisterexaggerator for really helping me with that one line that was weird for me earlier and @eyecandyeoz ♥♥♥

#♝#plo koon #plo koon x reader #plo koon x oc #plo koon x wifey #ρℓσ∂υ¢н

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bart1607 · 3 months

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The Acolyte episode 4 is almost perfect. Mae changes and Jedi are going to finally fight with the mysterious Sith (who I think is Qimir or Zabrak's Mother). I even got goosebumps, when Jedi rushed to attack, and the Sith pushed them back. I have a feeling the fight is going to be epic. However one thing made me really angry and disappointed me. I need to rant.

/Rant start

Mundi. Fucking Mundi.

How could they bring my least favorite Jedi? He's a warcriminal, wanted Ahsoka to be executed, didn't believe Qui-Gon and is the most arrogant. He represents the worst side of the Jedi Order. Not to mention that he could legally fuck his wives (I don't care about possible extinction of his species, every Jedi should be equal to the Code, unless they change it), while Anakin needed to hide his romance.

I wanted so bad Plo Koon, I was expecting Yoda to appear, but no, for some reason they decided to bring Mundi. At least we got new Kel Dor character, it's always nice to see more of Plo's species.

Don't get me wrong, I like the show so far (except episode 3), I adore Jecki and love Master Sol. But Mundi pisses me off.

Someone needs to write a fanfiction about this episode and make Plo Koon appear, instead of Mundi. Or perhaps I will do that, but I'm not sure when I could publish that. I already have WIPs and some stories planned ahead.

/Rant over

#star wars #the acolyte #plo koon #ki adi mundi

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serregon · 10 months

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Gwindor and Nienor for the character asks?

Nienor

one aspect about them i love

just the sheer fact that she stood up to Glaurung like he’s nothing. Túrin couldn’t do that and he isn’t weak-willed himself. also she’s tall enough to successfully disguise herself as an elf man???

one aspect i wish more people understood about them

I mean, the fandom barely talks about her because she isn’t a skinny cousin shippable male Noldo. when I do see discussions or art of her a lot of them are just about how sad her story is :(((( and yeah her story is sad and all but where’s the art about how strong she was before she died? where’s the art about her calling a dragon a little bitch to his face? where’s my equally unhinged counterpart to Túrin?

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have about this character

Nienor took up her father’s hobbies, fishing, chopping wood, and she has the same hearty laugh. it was one of the only things that ever made Morwen cry, seeing her presumably dead husband in her daughter

one character i love seeing them interact with

I will cry about her and Mablung forever like there is the PERFECT setup for a tragic romance story right there. her life was tragedy after tragedy but for that year in Doriath she was happy, though her happiness could never last. and now they have to wait for the literal world to end to meet again and get that closure they were denied in life oh it hurts

one character i wish they would interact with/interact with more

I get from a story perspective why she would not get to meet Finduilas, but like, they should. they’re sisters in a way, they’re each other’s mirrors, they’re the representations of love and downfall, they’re yuri

I feel like if they could meet, Nienor/Finduilas wouldn’t be the same love at first sight that Finduilas had with Túrin. the similarities between Finduilas and Nienor initially put Finduilas off, as she sees not an idealized knight in shining armor, but a mirror image that includes her flaws

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have that involve them and one other character

remember Sador the old carpenter? I’d like to think that Nienor also helped take care of him when Dor Lomin was taken over. Sador told Nienor about Túrin and grew her love for the brother she never knew (oh you sweet summer child)

Gwindor

one aspect about them i love

his sheer kindness in the face of both rejection and doom. event when he finds out that his own fiancée is rejecting him for the shiny new thing, he never scorns her, letting her follow her heart (Brandir take notes). and even though Túrin is a dummy Gwindor still loves him

tbh I think the Túrin/Finduilas/Gwindor triangle is a bit of a reflection of Tolkien’s own life experiences. Edith was already engaged to another man. if Túrin represents Tolkien, then Gwindor represents the third guy, and it shows us that Tolkien didn’t see that guy as an obstacle, just another person seeking love

one aspect i wish more people understood about them

this is more about Finduilas than Gwindor rip but I’ve seen the take that Finduilas is shallow for leaving Gwindor after he became disfigured and disabled. that interpretation is shallower than their supposed version of Finduilas. Túrin isn’t just some hot chad here to steal Finduilas from the virgin Gwindor after he became ugly, Túrin represents forward change where Gwindor represents stagnant stability. yeah Túrin’s dumbass plan to advertise the kingdom’s location to Morgoth didn’t work out well for anyone, but his drive to fight gave her hope, something that a captive of Angband was lacking

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have about this character

this art made me weep but also sparked a new headcanon that Gwindor was always really into stars. maybe he was an astronomer too

one character i love seeing them interact with

Gwindor’s relationship with Túrin is fascinating to me. they have the worst meet cute of all time, in one version he also has to stop Túrin from killing himself right as soon as they meet. Gwindor immediately knows that Túrin is trouble, yet he leads him home and grows to love him anyway. Gwindor loves Túrin probably as much as Beleg did, but Gwindor is also more critical of Túrin (not that Beleg was ever a yes-man, but he did still go along with Túrin when it was unwise). basically Gwindor loves Túrin but he wouldn’t exactly choose love over wisdom for him

one character i wish they would interact with/interact with more

I want to see his interactions with Finrod. Finrod went out on his quest with his most loyal lords, Gwindor not being one of them. Gwindor was not loyal to his king, who was the uncle of the woman he was due to marry. so he was not loyal to his own future family. and I want to know how that played out. or maybe I’m thinking too much into this and he just wanted to stay with Orodreth idk

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have that involve them and one other character

Gwindor and Finduilas’ betrothal gifts were matching swords. oh and what if Gwindor died wielding that sword ;-;

#nienor #gwindor #narnposting #oops this turned into a whole analysis

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sweeetrandall · 11 months

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here is what happened in miracle mask, to me.

randall is not jealous about his high school girlfriend i genuinely dont think he was that in love with her judging by the amount of status and pressure to marry both of them had like. randall lamented how she wouldnt support him like his dad like i dont think they would have been very happy together ignoring the fact they were teenagers.

i DO think he would still be a terrorist about everyone forgetting about him. but over "stealing his love" he doesnt care he hasnt thought about angela in 18 years. but something intrinsic to his character is wanting to be noticed and acknowledged for his achievements so realizing he had been "wasting time" for so long and hearing about what he used to do/what he did accomplish before he lost it i think he would be pretty upset about that. combined with just being overwhelmed with all the (manipulated) regained memories. yeah i think he would be pretty hurt and do all that.

henry would probably stay and establish monte dor because i do think his "loyalty" is true but its not very heartwarming to me. i think a large part of it is from being raised in an environment where he was always a subordinate made to serve randall he probably genuinely believes its his main purpose. and thats not a "magic of loyalty and friendship" moment to me its kind of tragic. not to mention randalls parents were still alive and given the fact he is still looking after mrs ascot 18 years later i think he held an obligation to the entire family. its also kind of poetic to me that he grew up to be the wealthy and successful successor of the ascot fortune that mr ascot wanted randall to be, coupled with how randall felt like his dad liked henry more than him, its all kind of twisted. and i do think randall would be kind of enraged seeing this.

angela did not lavender marry henry she left the town like hershel did for very similar reasons. the minute mg showed up henry probably contacted her first and didn't bother to contact hershel because he held a grudge against him even before randall died. angela would come to monte dor to observe the situation and go oh hes setting people on fire? and hes speaking in riddles? i think thats randall. have you talked to hershel about this? do you know hes a famous archaeologist who solves village-wide mysteries now? what do you mean you haven't told hershel? im telling hershel.

i wouldnt change anything about how hershel handled it up to mg because i think its beautiful and perfect yeah he would be so wracked with guilt he'd dedicate the rest of his life to his best friend and become him yeah mhm. but i think at the end of it all. randall would feel the strongest connection with him not henry and angela. because hershel was the guy who i think treated him best and respected his legacy, in randalls eyes, after he died... would randall hold a level of resentment toward hershel oh absolutely. but i think most of randalls rage comes from people forgetting him. he has a whole vengeful ghost/angel thing going on. and hershel "every puzzle has an answer" "critical thinking is the key to success" layton like very obviously did not forget him

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Hi hi Plume! I saw you assigned Bard Scar the College of Lore, but may I propose: College of ✨ Glamour ✨

Glamour bards are Faerie-trained and it’s focussed on spectacle and enchantment and persuasion and deception and dazzling others! This fits really really well with Scar’s character with the whimsical wonder and cunning words aspects. better than Lore bard dors I think. That’s a bit more of a looking for hidden stories vibe. Also Vex are very commonly headcannoned to be a type of Fae, so you could tie that into it! :D

Thank you for coming to my TED talk fhsfsdgd.

gfdjgkfjgfd i do have to say that scar has been in contact with the fey in his backstory so it would fit aaaaaaaa but the vibe of college of lore is just so perfect to me... it just feels so real and i love the idea of him spinning stories, whether they're true or not, to inspire or distract people :D

i do wonder what a dnd equivalent of the minecraft vex would be... scar may be an elf, but he could've very well run into these tiny fey creatures too... this man has been everywhere (according to his own stories, at least...)

#ask

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greypetrel · 1 year

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For the opinions meme - how about Varric, Krem, Zevran and Sten?

WOOOOH it's a lot! Thank you ask some more. 👀

SOOOO let's spill some tea, shall we. *crack knuckles*

Varric:

First impression: "Omg that's some chest hair." Of course. Nah it was like at first sight even without those, give me an unreliable sarcastic narrator and I'll be content.

Impression now: After reading some analyses and writing him... I still like him a lot as a character, but it's true that he's for sticking with the status quo and is terrified of changes, BUT he changes his mind if you push him enough (a lot), so that's ok. Leave Bianca dude seriously I'm suffering for your sake.

Favorite moment: The fake solo EPIC fight at Bartrand's. Iconic, you go man. Also, the descriptions on ships in Hard in Hightown without a hint of research. He just doesn't care and it works and it's a best seller. You go, Varric.

Idea for a story: I don't think anything about him will ever top the fic "Ask Varric" but I'd love to be proven wrong of course. (It's the fic I read when I'm sad it just sparks joy). I'd just love to see him coping with a Spirit Cole and learning that it's not the end of the world, he's still him. Alas I tend to focus more on my OCs. Maybe I'll try it one day or another, but it's not that day (and if you are reading this and find it a good prompt, be my guest, write it and please tag me)

Unpopular opinion: A centrist character that doesn't want change is actually a good counterpoint for Hawke.

Favorite relationship: *looks at DadWolf AU* AH-EHM. No, joking, I love a good fic that ships him with Cassandra.

Favorite headcanon: Bisexual in the closet, clearly had a one-night with Solas when they both got drunk I read the comic panels and listen LISTEN no homo bro

Krem:

First impression: I think I thought he looked very cool and had a very nice voice, I liked how professional he was and the dynamics of the Chargers from the start, the more he spoke the more I liked him.

Impression now: As above, I can't say much on how it was written but I like him very much as a character, I wish we saw more of him in game and that he was a romanceable option but alas

Favorite moment: I live for his dynamic with Bull they're just... The ultimate found family and they melt my little dark heart.

Idea for a story: Oh damn... Anything exploring his character more, honestly. I will be honest and say I'm not really shipping him with Maryden (I don't like Maryden much...?). Maybe something having him and Dorian in the same room. Add Fenris for the perfect Tevinter reunion and just dig in the chaos. Hateful Eight style. (Sorry Dor I don't think you're surviving this in one piece)

Unpopular opinion: Is there an unpopular opinion about Krem? No, I think my opinion on him are pretty average.

Favorite relationship: Chargers the ultimate Found Family all the way. With Bull, as in platonic. Or you know what. He makes plushies. Josie plays with them. KremxJosephine??? (it's farfetched and I really thought of it right now and with a beer in my belly. But...)

Zevran:

First impression: "Dude who gave you the assassin licence, Elmo?" No listen Zevran is the epitome of the character I like most. Cocky, histrionic, there for show, very charismatic. I was there and I liked him from the start.

Impression now: Same as above, it didn't change much. I only love him more after knowing all of it, he deserves all the love and praise he can get and some more.

Favorite moment: His recruitment is honestly an iconic epic fail come on what's there not to love. But also his banter with Alistair.

Idea for a story: I will write it sooner or later: Zevran and the Warden making spritz in the camp with what they could find/distill themselves. Listen, Antiva is Venezia, hence it's a SHAME that one of his gifts is not a glass of Spritz (the most typical cocktail from the... City or region I won't say or Ali will beat me with a newspaper if I get it wrong). In my mind the Dalish can and will distill alcohol with everything, as good old south mediterranean old people, the Arlathvens are basically a big reunion to share drinks. I will sooner or later write Alyra missing some good homemade liquor, him missing spritz, and the pair combining forces to recreate something with the resources they have. Raiding a tavern, Alyra distracts the host and Zevran slips behind the counter and steals Aperol.

Unpopular opinion: Not really an unpopular opinion but he's Italian not Spanish. The name also sounds from Veneto, if you read it with the accent on the a. Zevràn. It's me being picky, tho, I really don't have ANYTHING against people portraying him as Spanish and using Spanish for Antivan! I saw some very nice iterations. I don't think I have opinions about him that are really unpopular tho.

Favorite relationship: I'm a sucker for a good Zevalistair fic. I said it.

Favorite headcanon: Even in a platonic relationship, he still checks in regularly with his friends from the Blight. They all have a discount.

Sten:

First impression: I was pretty cold about him? Like ok, I'll free him just to piss the Nun off, but meh it sounds like a character I don't really like, too much a boring Paladin for me, meh.

Impression now: He likes cookies and he approves when you disagree with him? OMG I STAN *badum tsssss* Jokes beside, I think he's kind of… A missed chance? He's an interesting character and believe me I generally find his kind of character extremely boring, but… He doesn't have as much insight as the others have, it would have been nice to see more, have some more cut scenes with him or a more complex personal quest that wasn't just a "find the missing object".

Favorite moment: The cookie admission.

Idea for a story: Him and the Warden meeting again, with him as the Arishok. A good old reunion.

Unpopular opinion: I think the real missed chance in romancing a Qunari is not him but the Arishok in DA2 and I will die on this hill.

Favorite relationship: He and the Warden. Or with Morrigan.

Favorite headcanon: He didn't use "Kadan" for nothing, he sincerely had feels for the Warden.

#characters opinion meme #dragon age #varric tethras #krem aclassi #zevran arainai #sten dragon age

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Hi, I love your art so much! You've inspired me to take up digital drawing again! I was wondering how you chose your poses and colors? Your art looks AMAZING, and I struggle to come up with those things. And, if it's not too much of a bother, any tips on messy sketches? I struggle so much with sketching because my silly brain wants everything to be perfect. Sorry if that was a lot of questions. Again, I love your art. You've been a huge inspiration to me!!!

Ahhh thats awesome!! So with poses i usually just imagine it jfjs sorry thats not helpful i have a really clear imagination so i can like very clearly pose characters BUT if im really having trouble with angles ill remake the pose in magic poser to try make sure i get the forshortening. If you are trying to get poses tho absoloutly get references and just work from them! Colours i will usually just play around until i feel it clicks together, understanding colour theroy defonaitly help.

Its good to just experiment with colours and poses, ill usually try to stay away from extreme saturation, so no going right into the corners i like to be a little off so like off whites, off blacks just makes it a little more realistic for example black hair is never true black it can be a blacky blue or blacky brown!

Dor doing messy sketches i used to be like SUPER perfectionist when it came to sketches till a games company absoloutly read me being like....that isnt a sketch...thats a fully rendered character it looks finalised i was like 8U having inperfect sketches is very good its about getting the idea down not the final product, you feel like your sketch has to be perfect final render but it doesnt its the sketch its suppsoed to be sketchy! It took me a while to undo that idea that it has to be perfect but just let yourself be messy, let yourself get down ideas its fun being messy 💕

Im so sorry if none of this is helpful i don't actually know what im doing jshs and im not the best teacher cause im bad at putting stuff into words, but im so glad youre getting into digital art again and i hope you have a lot of fun doing it 💕

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roughtimeminicomics · 1 year

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Owl House x Star Wars AU

In a galaxy far far away, a rebel cell began to form on the planet Boilosa. The Empire sent a special legion, the Empire Coven as they called themselves, to the planet to cease the “civil unrest.” But all it did was strengthen the resolve of the planet’s residents. So, just like Lothol… a rebellion had begun.

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Main/Important Characters:

Luz Noceda: Daughter of a Order 66 survivor and a retired medical officer, Luz Noceda was born with a unique connection with the force, allowing her to sense things via the nature around her. After an Inquisitor killed her father, Luz began to learn more about the ways of the Jedi, but she wanted to learn her own way and follow her own path. This is what brought her in seeking out a mentor to teach her the ways of the Force and the ways of the Blade and Blaster. Little did Luz know, but this would bring out a whole new rebel cell’s birth.

Amity Blight: Daughter of a human (Alador) and a Nightsister (Odelia), Amity Blight was almost raised to be loyal to the Empire, but her father had other ideas on how to raise their children, so he took them to Boilosa. There, Amity learned more about her heritage and abilities with Dathomir magic. Slowly but surely she became quite skilled with it, especially in the area of summoning Dathomir spirits to her aid. It was actually her summoning spirits that caused her to bump into Luz on one of Luz’s adventures on the planet.

Eda Clawthorne: A Mandalorian that takes care of a young native to the planet (King), Eda Clawthorne, or the Owl Lady, is a very skilled and powerful bounty hunter, taking on even rouge Jedi and high ranking Imperial officials. Thanks to this, she has become quite the target. And Boilosa is the perfect place to hide out. Eda was content on causing the occasional mischief on the planet… that was until Luz the human arrived, claiming she was the daughter of a fallen Jedi and wanted to be trained how to fight. Needless to say, Eda never backs down from a challenge.

King: A young native to Boilosa, King is a very boisterous youngster, but he has a little bit of right to do so. His father was THE Titan, a legendary Jedi that left the order due to conflicting views. Titan believed that some people, even Dark Side users, deserved to get a second chance and a way to redeem themselves, among other beliefs. It was said beliefs that lead Titan to leave the order and start a family, King being his only offspring. Well, King now learns under Eda, and has quite the knowledge of Mandalorian culture.

The Titan/Titan: The legendary jedi who left the order, Titan has become something of a myth on the planet. But he is indeed real and alive, hiding deep in the pits of the planet, meditating in a form of hibernation. And thanks to this, he has become so attuned with the planet, he can manipulate it at will.

Willow: A Nautolan researching the local botany on the planet, Willow is a strong willed scientist and fighter. Bullied during her childhood, Willow strived to prove herself to her dads, her classmates, and above all else.. Herself. And thanks to learning so much about botany and biology, Willow has become a force to reckon with, being able to whip up a bunch of deadly and powerful “potions” with ease.

Gus: A Kel Dor on Boilosa to learn more about holograms and stealth technology, Augustus (Or Gus, as he prefers to be called by) was always treated differently due to his intelligence and skills with hologram technology. But after learning more and more and proving he was doing very well for himself, Gus left his home to Boilosa to experiment and learn. And now he can use the technology to create multiple holograms so perfect to himself and others he can trick any foe with ease.

Hunter: Hunter never knew his parents… probably because he was an unaltered clone of Belos’s deceased rebel brother Caleb. Belos created Hunter to become the ultimate Imperial soldier. Hunter has used every weapon in the Imperial military and flown every TIE Fighter model that made it to high production. But Hunter was a unique clone. He wanted to explore, to learn, to EXPERIENCE normal everyday life. So when Luz revealed to him the treachery of the Empire… and his true origin… he was given that chance to fight for that normal life.

Odelia Blight: Odelia Blight is a money driven marketer. She knows how to use her words to get what she wants, and she usually gets it. So when she joined the Empire, well… she rose through the ranks quickly.

Alador Blight: The husband of Odelia, Alador has forgotten why he married Odelia to begin with. And since leaving with the kids, he’s been keeping busy, repairing and rebuilding battle droids from the Clone Wars to keep his family safe and make some extra cash to get food on the table.

Belos: An Imperial Grand Admiral with deadly ambitions, Belos Whitebane is a pure force of hatred. If he had been connected to the Force, he may have been one of the most powerful Sith Lords… and it was this realization that made Belos connect with Moff Gideon to discuss cloning. Belos would make hundreds of clones of his deceased brother, each slightly altered to convince others of them being just related or it being of coincidence. And when he was ordered to Boilosa, he was ecstatic to begin his true reign of terror with his Empire Coven.

Lilith: Lilith truly believed the Empire was doing something good. As a Mandalorian, she joined the Imperial Navy to bring honor to her family. And she rose quickly through the ranks, commanding entire platoons of Stormtroopers. But when the Empire Coven were ordered to Boilosa, Lilith’s entire world would slowly crumble to reveal the awful tyranny she had spent her life defending.

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Important Story/AU Notes:

The cast would all be mainly the Time Skip ages/”designs.”

Mrs. Noceda is alive and well, no worries there.

Boilosa is a large planet, looking almost exactly like the Boiling Isles, but without giant skeletons.

The planet is home to various creatures, including ones indigenous to other planets.

Boilosa was once a place connected deeply to the Force, and temples dedicated to both the Sith and the Jedi are scattered all over the planet, in addition to the High Republic army bases hidden and the old Clone Wars bases and warehouses scattered as well.

Any conflict on Boilosa was minimal, the best being a firefight in the sky.

The citizens of Boilosa are from various species from across the galaxy.

Amity’s Dathomirian magic is slightly altered due to being partially human, so her magic is purple in color.

Edric and Emira Blight are both more human than Nightsister in appearance.

Story wise, this follows a similar plot of the Owl House (Luz learning magic, exploring the isles, and making friends all the while fighting Belos) but with more exploration, more making allies, and more learning her abilities. The big fights are scattered and altered.

Luz’s lightsaber is basically Stringbean. Purple and that tan-ish blue as the hilt, and yellow being the color of the blade.

Stringbean themself is an Astromech droid with the same spunk as R2-D2 but with a bit more innocence.

#star wars au #toh #the owl house #sw au #the owl house au #toh au #star wars #luz the human #emperor belos #eda clawthorne #crossover #star wars owl house #jedi #the empire #au #alternate universe

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raidenloml · 3 months

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3 from the askgane dor whichever characters u want >:]

ack!!!! ok so!!!

3. weapon of choice? any particular reason they chose their weapon?

(this is a perfect question as ive been playing more splatoon 3 recently so i actually have a feel for the weapons i want my characters to use hihi + ill just list all of the ones i currently have chosen weapons for!)

turns out, this post grew way longer than i thought it would so uh woe read more be upon you

Arsenic:

Definitely Splatana Wiper as main and (Luna) Blaster as secondary, he has a quick and agressive playstyle so these are the weapons he usually goes for (also his aim is absolute dog with chargers and splatlings are a little bulky and slow for him, he can use shooters when needed but he doesnt find them interesting to play)

Link:

Probably sticks with a vanilla Splat Charger, likes to play support/backline but still pressures the opposite team quite a bit whilst staying out of fire himself. Other than his proficiency with his main weapon he probably has some practice in with other weapon classes as well. (This is because he works for Ammo Knights hihi)

I'd imagine him being kind of well known for his absolutely bonkers k/d ratio because of his high awareness playstyle but he would definitely have the dumbest deaths in practice :')

Zel:

Zel is a HUGE fan of heavy weaponry like this woman is absolutely insane about them and practices every single one she can get her hands on but her main weapon of choice in battle would probably be a Dynamo Roller or a Nautilus when she's feeling extra silly... as for why its mainly because it helps her stay physically strong and uhhh lifting super heavy weapon in practice means she doesnt have to go to the gym often

A4:

Definitely shooter class weapons, probably sticks to something like an N-Zap, Splash-o-Matic, Splattershot and Splattershot Pro but is quite handy with a Squiffer when needed. I imagine at some point A4 and Link would switch roles just before a match to confuse the opponent (very silly behaviour)

BONUS!!!!!!!! These are characters which i havent really thought of in a competitive sense or havent developed yet

itll be very messy going forward mainly because i want to yap so hard about these little inkfish thumbs up

Fern:

Fern doesn't really play that much but would probably prefer Dualies, not sure which but she'd probably switch it up sometimes

Violet:

Brella 100% (i dont know how to explain it i just feel it in my bones) her Brella would probably be decorated to the max literally her pride and joy (also known as her favourite fashion accessory as she's too busy with her job to actually use it in battle :( boowomp)

Amber: (<- Arsenic's younger sister!!!)

Brella/Bucket, i haven't really thought of her in battle but she'd probably just mess around a ton lol

Ise Rotag:

Ise was originally the character that was Link's like future partner??? their story was really nice but he got replaced by Arsenic after i abandoned the two for a few months and decided to revive Link again (you will see Ise more btw i fucking love his design and cuntyness) FOR THE WEAPON! Probably an Inkbrush honestly this guy loves to be annoying and sneak up on backliners when they least expect it, plays very aggressively as well... also his name has a really funny origin and if youre able to guess it ill uhh idk good job

I have 3 other characters but they all dont have names so uhm yeah ill just go quickly through these

oc based on coroika, inkling, probably something backline, dont imagine them in battle often

waiter, octoling, grim blaster (or so me from 2 years ago wrote down)

shut-in, inkling, new squiffer (again according to notes left to their design drawings)

2&3 were together and 1 was a sona for shits and giggles but uh theyll come back someday!! i promise!!! like their designs and relationship dynamics too much!!! they might even be Ise's new teammates!!!

#long post #<- activated all 5 of my braincells for this one #ask game #sick-ada #oc posting #took me 6 hrs to write help i got so busy

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uzumakisavior · 8 months

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Designing Tea for our muses!!!!

I took it from @gohjuo

I tag anyone to looks at this and is interested! Just tag me so I can see what you guys come up with!

I designed all with the best of my ability and picked every item with intention.

First one, Suguru:

Star plasma/vessel Association dor the stars. The purple and yellow trim for his colors. The gray background "because depression" and the little spoon is classy. Silver to detect any poisons. Also, that floating piece in the middle. So lonely, with the stars surrounding him. Oof. The clapping. That's all I'm going to say.

Second, our favorite Sassy servant! Uraume:

Uraume was the hardest to create. I was just trying to match their colors here. Red white and blue (is Uraume american?) I think they would be closer tied to nature as well as have fresh berries on hand. Still on the twig and at the perfect ripeness. A tea full of flavor for Uraume!! The background is hidden, neutral, and unassuming. <3

Lastly, Me!! Because I like to pretend I'm the main character in my own little story.

Chamomile tea is my favorite. It's soothing. So that explains the color. Green and yellow are gender neutral colors. But green reminds me of the earth. Gold trim implies fancy. Herbs, just in case I want my tea stronger. A touch of feminity with the cherry blossoms. Honestly, I'd like to see the mun's teas next to their muse's teas. That would be so interesting!!

#dash games #save #its fun always

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rescue-ram · 2 years

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hello pleaseeee i need to know all ur thoughts on bunny/andrew i literally saw the one post u had on them yearsssss ago and i became so invested with the possibilities and i think ur the only other person who is also invested in it? literally every other person ive talked to about the charioteer doesn't get it like not really and theres no content dor ot out there zero nothing idk i think it has sm potential but ig no one else sees it (i think i might be kinda out of it rn bc im just realising this sounds a bit insane but god. i rlly do want to talk about andrew/bunny with wnother person)

Oh my GOD HELLO!!!

So fair warning I am going to go absolutely bananas at you because I have zero faith in my ability to be coherent about this ship, but PLEASE let me know your thoughts on Bunny/Andrew, they started as a laugh but now they're the OTP and I would love to know your thoughts

(Me explaining the layers of Bunny/Andrew)

So insane statement number one: what I love about Bunny and Andrew is how dialectical they are. Pure perfect yin yang of a couple, mirror images in every way.

While Ralph and Andrew are often described this way, I don't think that's entirely accurate- they are actually extremely similar characters, both physically (blonde, light eyed) and in bearing, both are 19 when Laurie first kisses them. But where Andrew is young and seemingly untouched by life's troubles (SEEMINGLY, he is very much touched), his clear eyed pragmatism becomes cynical pessimism in Ralph, who's been beaten, isolated, and damaged.

Where Andrew and Ralph are continuous, bleeding into each other in Laurie's narrative, Andrew and Bunny are polar opposites. Andrew is not consciously gay, pure, virtuous, honest to a fault. Bunny is overtly self-consciously gay, indulgent, gossipy, mean spirited, totally willing to fight dirty. If Andrew is untouchable, Bunny is getting his handprints all over him. And the way they come together!! Although Andrew and Laurie have kissed and begun to talk about things, it's Bunny storming up to Andrew and yelling "I FUCKED YOUR CRUSH WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT" that really makes it real, that brings blood into it. Andrew awakens to his sexual identity through his love for Laurie, but it's jealousy of "Ralph"/Bunny that pulls the trigger!

Just excerpting the part of Andrew's letter that deals directly with Bunny's interaction with him.

I want you to know it is true if he says that when I hit him it wasn’t even self-defense. There is a belief, which I expect he shares, that a pacifist who has behaved like this must see at once his ideas were wrong. I should have thought there could hardly be a better way of proving they were right. But if that were all I had to tell you, of course I could have written days ago.

...Well, about Ralph. He isn’t like I imagined, so I found it hard to picture you and him as great friends. When he told me it was much more than that, I felt—I don’t know a better way of expressing this—as if I’d had an anonymous letter. I got one once, after my Board. It is like something from another world, but it has touched you, and the touch is real. So then he said why did I pretend to be shocked when I was only jealous; and that was when I hit him.

He didn’t hit me back, he just laughed and walked off. He had a right to. I knew before he was even out of sight that there could be only one reason for what I did. What he had said about me was true. He wanted to see what I would do, I suppose, and I did what he expected. But it taught me something. The thing you want to kill is really in yourself. That is why people become cruel in war, because they are doing what I did.

Screaming, howling, recognition of the self through other, etc. Me fighting the sleepies to elaborate on these thoughts, that essentially come down to the lack of animus Andrew holds towards Bunny, despite everything, and the insight suggested here that Bunny's bad behavior is driven more by jealousy, fear, and loneliness then malice.

Anyway anyway ANYWAY the insane Andrew Epic I AM still working on it WILL be done one day has really come to focus on Bunny/Andrew in resolving what does it mean to be faithful?

Ok, so starting at the beginning of the outline- Andrew is working as a stretcher bearer in London during the Blitz. He runs into Bunny, who he still thinks is Ralph, and attempts to reconcile with him. Bunny is still bitter and heartbroken, and continues messing with him, ultimately culminating in Andrew losing his virginity in a very awkward hook up Andrew is wrestling with the very serious question I will purposefully phrase humorously, "How do I have gay sex in a god honoring way?" and Bunny is driven absolutely apoplectic by the perceived hypocrisy of this, and by Andrew continuously coming back to him no matter how catty he gets. As they start to build a real relationship, Bunny starts to realize he's in too deep and worries if he reveals he's not really Ralph Lanyon, Andrew will leave him.

There is a LOT of middle plot I have outlined and partially written- Andrew goes on the front lines with the ambulance service as he writes about and loses contact with Bunny for a time (Bunny gives him a whole song and dance about censors and military intelligence, rather than trying to explain why he can't address letters to Ralph Lanyon), they reconnect after the war and try and make a go of it, but it gets way to real and intense for Bunny, who gets skittish and walks out without telling Andrew anything. Andrew freaks out, fearing that "Ralph" has been arrested or killed, and encounters homophobia when he tries to file a missing person report on his "roommate". After talking with Dave, he goes to serve in a mission hospital in Kenya (fun facts, there are more Quakers in Kenya then anywhere else in the world, and I am actively debating how much to get into about the late colonial atrocities that occured there at this time period).

In 1950ish, Andrew once more runs into Bunny, and is so relieved to see him alive and well that it shocks Bunny, who assumed he'd be furious if they ever saw each other again. Bunny successfully dodges questions, continuing to pass himself off as Ralph- at first justifying it to himself by saying he doesn't want to ruin Andrew's relief or his memories, that he wants to let him down gently this time, etc, but he keeps putting off either breaking off with him or telling him the truth because he likes the escape from being himself, likes the way it feels to be loved by Andrew, tries to pretend he's not in love himself. Bunny is genuinely frustrated by Andrew's increasingly public role as a peace/nuclear disarmament activist, the potential scrutiny it could attract, the judgment he feels compared to Andrew's high moral standards, etc. Andrew is genuinely annoyed with "Ralph"'s caginess, his refusal to commit or meet Andrew's friends or introduce Andrew to his, etc.

In 1960, something genuinely bad happens to Bunny- he's outed in some way and is arrested/fired, I'm working out the details. He has nothing left but the half-life he's been maintaining with Andrew. At this point it comes to a head, and Andrew finds out the truth. He's initially completely broken by the news and is heartbroken and furious that the man he's been in love with for almost 20 years has never once told the truth, has never even told him his name... But then. The reframe. Andrew has always expected things from Bunny, but Bunny just wanted Andrew to be himself. Andrew has been living his own life, regardless of how it made Bunny feel, while Bunny willingly gave up his entire identity to be with Andrew. Is Andrew a hypocrite, or does he love Bunny unconditionally, regardless of who he is or what he's done? Who is really the faithful one, Andrew who has only ever had one lover, or Bunny who kept coming back, trusting in Andrew even though he had no reason to?

As Andrew tries to articulate this, Bunny things he's given his lover a nervous breakdown and sticks him in the bath with a glass of whiskey and calls Alec to calm him down.

At that point they're able to have a real, honest relationship. Andrew brings Bunny to the meeting and comes out- he gets disfellowshipped for his troubles, but takes it sanguinely because "God knows I love you." The notoriety he gets here puts him in touch with "like-minded" Quakers, I have a reconciliation between them, Ralph, and Laurie, it'll be cozy.

But yeah, these are all the thoughts about Bunny/Andrew I can gather tonight. Normal people project normal trauma onto their blorbos, I've got an unpublished word doc that is half gay sex half narrativized commentary on the Letter to the Romans 😂

But please please PLEASE let me know your own thoughts- the TLDR about all this blathering is I love the contrast between Andrew and Bunny, the potential for drama, and how Andrew in canon is most himself when faced with adversity and the natural challenges Bunny would bring would depend and mature his character, while I think Andrew could be an affectionate, patient lover who could be really good for Bunny's insecurities. What do you think could draw these two together??

(Also I headcanon Bunny's name is Barnaby Botts. Horrible name he refuses to go by, Barnaby shortens to Barney shortens to Bunny, AND I initially picked Barnaby just for the connection to Bunny but then I remembered if means the son of comfort or in Greek son of the Paraclete and the part of my brain responsible for drawing insane religious parables all over these two had a field day with that.)

#the charioteer #insane ramblings but THANK YOU

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Let's (re)Read The Hobbit!

Been thinking about posting my own read throughs of fantasy stories and I’ve finally got a set-up that works for me, so I’m just diving right in. I’d spent a lot of time trying to come up with the perfect approach, but that was daunting and also a little boring, so for now, why not stick with the basics? I’ll be reading through The Hobbit and later The Lord of the Rings, and we’ll see what happens from there. As I'm pretty familiar with the text, be advised that if you aren't there are spoilers galore. Below are my thoughts:

Using the cardinal runes on the map (M being E at top) and the dwarven runes provided in my ebook author’s note for the Hobbit, the two runic messages upon the map can be translated early and read as follows:

“Stand by the grey stone hwen the thrush knocks and the setting sun with the last light of durins day will shine upon the keyhole”

“Five feet high the dor and three may wock abreast. Th. Th.”

Obviously “durins” should be “Durin’s”, though a new reader wouldn’t know this (the note does clarify that the last “Th”s are initials, though). Further, the reader may be confused by the “a” rune in “last” and render it as lost, the a and o runes are nearly identical and this particular rune is actually halfway between them. As dwarven runes have no I/J or U/V distinction, only reading the note to learn this fact will clarify that “five” is not mistakenly spelled “fiue”.

In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.

First sentence analysis: It’s pretty basic, but the fact that “hobbit” is theoretically outside of the reader’s experience does at least cause interest. Further, the imagery cast is that which the full paragraph spends trying to disavow: this isn’t a miserable ditch, but something comfier.

...bedrooms, bathrooms, cellars, pantries (lots of these), wardrobes (he had whole rooms devoted to clothes), kitchens, dining-rooms...

The description of the hobbit hole quickly makes it clear that Bilbo is something of a dandy – indeed by the time he’s repeating “Good morning!” to Gandalf for lack of any other ideas of what to say I suddenly found myself picturing a very short Bertie Wooster dealing with a particularly ragged Jeeves.

He may have lost the neighbours’ respect, but he gained – well, you will see whether he gained anything in the end.

He did: besides the treasure (including a cool weapon and a fun cursed magical artifact designed by one of the setting equivalents of the princes of hell), he gained the friendship of Gandalf and nearly a dozen dwarves. Further, he gains quite a lot of strength of character. But we’ll get there.

There is little or no magic about them, except the ordinary everyday sort which helps them to disappear quietly and quickly when large stupid folk like you and me come blundering along...

The Hobbit occupies an odd space in that it was originally designed as a simple fairy tale with no broader implications but then was tied into the greater Legendarium. Thus there are many casual statements that become much more interesting in that light – this one in particular suggests that hobbits were still extant in Britain in the early 20th century.

Bungo Baggins

I want to be mature about this but I cannot.

[Gandalf] had not been down that way under The Hill for ages and ages, not since his friend the Old Took died…

As the Old Took is Bilbo’s grandfather and Belladonna was merely one of three remarkable daughters, one wonders if Bilbo (and by extension Frodo) is the result of Gandalf’s meddling. I would not be so crass as to suggest that Gandalf was deliberately practicing the eugenics of the Bene Gesserit, but I could see him encouraging marriages across various family lines to his friends in the hopes of keeping the Shire a good and stable place as part of his overall purpose on Middle Earth.

Not the fellow who used to tell such wonderful tales at parties, about dragons and goblins and giants and the rescue of princesses and the unexpected luck of widows’ sons?

While of course Gandalf may well have been merely telling folk lore (it is a poor fantasy world where every bit of fiction is actually true), I do wonder if he had anything to do with the rescue of any princesses – and who they might be exactly. If he wasn’t personally involved, he could still tell them quite old tales indeed.

...or sailing in ships, sailing to other shores!

As this is about the adventures of other hobbits Bilbo is mentioning, I have to wonder exactly what he means by other shores – most of the known world is just the one continent plus a couple islands. This may be another thing that just doesn’t quite fit into the larger picture of the world. It’s not impossible of course, but it’s odd that Gandalf might have taken hobbits so far south as Gondor before, or to such remote places in the north as Tol Himling. And there’s certainly no other continent within sailing distance – Numenor is sunk, Valinar has been removed bar special circumstances, and the predecessors of the Americas are awfully distant. Then again, tobacco and potatoes had to come from somewhere.

“What on earth did I ask him to tea for!”

Presumably Bilbo, you were under Gandalf’s spell. Or the plot’s.

It was a dwarf with a blue beard tucked into a golden belt…

I always forget that Dwalin has a blue beard. I don’t know enough about the Legendarium to say how many dwarves have blue hair (possibly dyed?), but it does seem to be something that exists more for the fairy tale angle. Sadly, not only did Peter Jackson’s adaptation skip this crucial detail, but the cartoon made him a rather old-looking dwarf with a gray beard, almost identical to Balin who arrives next (and in fairness, is his brother).

He had a horrible thought that the cakes might run short, and then he – as the host: he knew his duty and stuck to it however painful – he might have to go without.

Usually fantasy protagonists don’t start worrying about provisions until the adventure’s gotten going. Well, the ones in good stories anyway. The ones in bad stories never worry about provisions at all!

...the four dwarves sat round the table, and talked about mines and gold and troubles with the goblins, and the depredations of dragons, and lots of other things which [Bilbo] did not understand, and did not want to…

1- I’m starting to see where my own love of too many commas comes from. Curse my parents for reading this to me when I was three! They should have read Strunk & White instead!

2- Bilbo really should have paid attention so they wouldn’t have to repeat themselves later. Very rude.

...very soon two purple hoods, a grey hood, a brown hood, and a white hood were hanging on the pegs…

Dwarves might be mostly thought of for their love of metal, but apparently they have hella good dyers too. This joins the green, red, and blue hoods of the dwarves already present, which means we’ve covered effectively the whole rainbow.

...[Gandalf] had also, by the way, knocked out the secret mark that he had put there the morning before.

Gandalf, you’re kind of a dick. Oh, and the remaining dwarves with him add yellow, pale green, and sky blue, so yeah. For the very small number of fantasy writers who long to imitate Tolkien but also want to do something new, please write about dwarvish dyers, I’m begging you. Do they have an extensive collection of mineral dyes? Do they make up for any gaps in the color spectrum with cave mushrooms? What other textile work do they do?

“I suppose you will all stay to super?” he said in his politest unpressing tones.

“Of course!” said Thorin. “And after. We shan’t get through the business till late, and we must have some music first. Now to clear up!”

As someone who hates unexpected guests in general I feel a great deal of sympathy to Bilbo for being caught in my nightmare scenario, though I will give the dwarves credit for clearing up after, though the teasing song can’t have helped matters. Based on his behavior thus far, I assume that Gandalf deliberately misled the dwarves on the psychology of hobbits for a laugh. Probably spent most of Fellowship being angry that Bilbo made sure Frodo was too cultured to be put off by foreign bullshit.

Then Gandalf’s smoke-ring would go green and come back to hover over the wizard’s head.

Sounds like a good mini-game for a vidya. Of course, the purpose is to humble Bilbo even further, since he’d been proud of his smoke rings from yesterday. I wonder what weird crap Belladonna had to put up with; it doesn’t matter that she was a “crazy” Took, you know Gandalf wasn’t happy with her at first either.

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells … They shaped and wrought, and light they caught To hide in gems on hilt of sword.

It’s much less prominent a theme than the decay of the elves, but it’s still very present in the Legendarium that the dwarves used to be a lot more talented than they are in the present day and wrought plenty of magic themselves. There’s also not as much of a distinction between the two kinds of magic as other settings would use – like yeah, the dwarves are mostly craftsmen while the elves are mostly hippies, but we’ll see more dwarven magic in this book that isn’t just making cool loot for level 20 adventurers.

“We like the dark,” said all the dwarves.

I’ve never heard 13 people speak in unison before but I can’t imagine it’s comfortable. This, far more than the song, would make me want to curl up and hide.

...the compliments were quite lost on poor Bilbo Baggins, who was wagging his mouth in protest at being called audacious and worst of all fellow conspirator…

Yes, Gandalf definitely made up a whole bunch of “hobbit facts” for the dwarves to memorize and each and every single one of them was so far away from the truth that if Arda hadn’t been round already it would have changed then and there just to find a place to fit all the bullshit.

Poor Bilbo couldn’t bear it any longer. At may never return he began to feel a shriek coming up inside, and very soon it burst out like the whistle of an engine coming out of a tunnel.

Ignoring the anachronism (the narrator is clearly contemporaneous to the reader and thus may reference things like trains), this is the moment when it becomes clear that Bilbo is an incredible dandy indeed. Even Bertie Wooster was less of a coward than this, as skulking and ill-advised as his schemes generally were. This is precisely the kind of growth that Bilbo will need to experience over the course of this story: can he at least reconcile his Took and Baggins sides to the point where he can talk about adventure without having a full-blown panic attack? And will he be able to invent a sport that is less boring than golf in the process to redeem the family name?

“...And I assure you there is a mark on this door – the usual one in the trade, or used to be. Burglar wants a good job, plenty of Excitement and reasonable Reward.”

Forget GRRM’s ranting about taxes, I desperately want to know how the economy of Middle Earth functions that there can be a consistent symbol to put on your door that says, “Yeah I’m down for some B&E bro”. I’m starting to think that the collapse of Arnor was less about war and plague and more about mass looting collapsing the economy. Last-King Arvedui didn’t flee to Forodwaith, he was stuffed in a bag that Thorin’s great-great-etc. uncle forgot to put air holes in.

“There is a dragon marked in red on the Mountain,” said Balin, “but it will be easy enough to find him without that, if ever we arrive there.”

Balin for snarkiest, and therefore best, dwarf.

‘Five feet high the door and three may walk abreast’

Yeah geez Gandalf anyone who took the time to translate the map themselves already know this, why are you spelling it out for the audience? Too much exposition ruins a story!

“How could such a large door be kept secret from everybody outside, apart from the dragon?” he asked. He was only a little hobbit you must remember.

No it’s actually a fair question. Not sure why Tolkien’s giving him shit.

“...not without a mighty Warrior, even a Hero. I tried to find one; but warriors are busy fighting one another in distant lands, and in this neighbourhood heroes are scarce, or simply not to be found.”

Aragorn was like ten at this point and I expect most of the other Rangers were pretty scarce with Tharbad having been lost thirty years ago so this actually does check out in Legendarium terms.

“Long ago in my grandfather Thror’s time our family was driven out of the far North...”

Thorin doesn’t mention it, but they were driven out of the Grey Mountains by dragons, which just goes to show. One imagines that the Ring of Thror, one of the seven, was likely the very instrument that lead to their ancestral homeland being such a tasty target, and that its powers quickly amassed them the hoard that got Smaug’s attention too. Probably for the best that Thorin never got his family’s ring based on how he acted without it.

“...the toy market of Dale was the wonder of the North.”

This however, does feel like it clashes a bit. One hopes Thorin just assumes magic artifacts of all sorts are “toys” as it seems difficult to imagine the economy of the region supporting a market of children’s goods.

“Probably, for that is the dragons’ way, he has piled it all up in a great heap far inside, and sleeps on it for a bed.”

Thorin, we all know that’s exactly what you’d be doing with it too.

“And Thrain your father went away on the twenty-first of April, a hundred years ago last Thursday...”

Captured by Sauron ninety-six years ago last Thursday, more or less, and of course Gandalf found him a few years later on a reconnaissance mission. As is Gandalf’s usual dickish wont, he left the guy there.

“I tried to save your father, but it was too late.”

Don’t argue just because I’m committing character assassination, Gandalf.

“...we must give a thought to the Necromancer.” “Don’t be absurd! He is an enemy far beyond the powers of all the dwarves put together, if they could all be collected again from the four corners of the world.”

Make it out of this book alive before you worry about the sequel, Thorin. That said, Gandalf is of course trying to regather the dwarves as part of his general attempt to get the west ready for when the Necromancer makes his next move.

It was long after the break of day, when he woke up.

Considering how intent the dwarves were on breakfast, I suppose Gandalf told them all in the night that hobbits explode if woken up forcibly or something.

That’s the end of the chapter though. Considering the fantasy’s genre predilection for long, wandering tomes, it also has to be noted that Tolkien manages to stuff quite a lot into the first chapter. Bilbo, Gandalf, and Thorin are well-defined as characters at this point (and the rest of the dwarves are pretty interchangeable anyway), the quest is clearly defined, and much of its back half is at least foreshadowed (Murkwood, Long-Lake, the Mountain itself). Indeed, Tolkien even has room for the pretty extraneous talk of Moria and the Necromancer’s domain, neither of which will be visited in this story.

#the hobbit #j r r tolkien #bilbo baggins #gandalf #thorin #the quest for erebor #let's read

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