#chosen-by-a-force

[cicada-candy]

IT HAS BEGUN,

AND IT STARTS WITH ZERO_ONE

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[rochenn]

Neat how both Cody and Obi-Wan are absolute bruisers when push comes to shove. Something about being composed and professional while also having a talent for inflicting blunt force trauma. Rocking up to the Star War with nothing but your fists and winning (most of the time)

[pastelaeqy]

i'm over making human designs for non human characters. What if they were sick dragons.

orange clearly still a WIP but look he's so polite.

[deliquesaint]

may the force guide you~

[auxxrat]

so sick and tired of the “jedi are an evil and abusive cult that steals children” as if half the reason they weren’t protecting these children is bc sith were out killing them or TURNING THEM INTO SITH. they weren’t even STEALING children to begin with I thought we all knew that was Palpatine’s game not Yoda’s.

[vertigoartgore]

Darth Vader commission by artist Frank Quitely (Lake Como 2025). Source

[cvl-kestis]

i'm also very annoyed about how the symbolism of cassian's character was handled throughout this season. in rogue one and going into season two, the great tragedy of cassian was that he was no one at all -- destined to go unremembered and never live to see the world he gave everything to create. he had been through hell and back not because it had to be that way but because he was brave enough to choose hell in hopes that it might make a better tomorrow. and then he was wiped off the map and the men who destroyed the death star using the plans he stole never knew his name.

according to andor season two, though, cassian was always meant to be on scarif because he's a "messenger." he has lampshaded plot armor until he can die the way he was born to die, because it was always his destiny to make sure those plans made it off that base. also, he is survived by his partner and a child he never knew about, solidifying his legacy. this... is silly. it is beyond noble for cassian to make the willing choice to be forgotten in service of a greater cause. i'm much less compelled if the story is about cassian unintentionally being dragged to his death by fate and then getting remembered as a hero.

[ironworked]

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That signature Tommy smile

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“Since Tommy dumped me. I’ve been on this baking kick; any time I get the urge to call him I just channel the impulse into something positive” Now whenever I feel tempted to reach out to him I just - [bake]” “I almost relapsed. I almost called Tommy, so I baked every speck of flour I had in the house and I’m still jonesing for it.”

Do you love him? Uh, do I / Um, do you care for him? Yeah, of course. / You're romantically inclined toward this person. Uh, I think that much is obvious. Do you think about him when he's not around? Are his concerns your concerns? Um, is his happiness at least as important to you as yours? Yeah. And could you see a future there? Uh, I-I could.

Why be apart when we can be together?

B❤️T

[aquamarinemarie]

Astarion did not "date" his victims.

Nor, was he ever in love with any of them. Sympathy for a few innocents and a guilty conscience is not love.

He was ordered by his master to go out into the city and seduce vulnerable strangers, then lure said strangers back to his master, so they might be fed upon and or sacrificed.

This is not dating.

[fiendishartist2]

im thinjing about petscop again

im thinking about paul finally putting doen tge controller. turning off the console. removing the disk from the tray and putting it back in its case for the last time

im thinking about him grabbing all of his belongings, getting in belles car, and driving straight home. straight to lina

im thinking about lina hugging him at the door. grabbing his shaking hands and pulling him inside. helping him into a clean change of clothes. pressing a kiss onto the top of his head, despite how dirty his hair is

im thinking about her washing his hair in the sink when its too far gone to fix on his own. gently scrubbing despite the resistance. working through it slowly and deliberately, until all of the knots are brushed out

im thinking about belle perched on fhe counter, taking silly pictures of paul and playing funny videos for him. lina doesnt understand internet humor but she smiles to herself knowing that both of her kids are happy, if only for a moment. she cuts his hair lovingly, running her fingers through it more often than necessary. he responds by leaning into her hand

im thinking about how paul looks in the mirror, surrounded by his real family, and for the first time in his life he knows exactly who is looking back at him

[cicada-candy]

WHY FEEL SO ALONE

WHEN WE SHARE SO MUCH WISDOM

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[itslilacokay]

can i request tco (or tdl) forcing alan to dress up as hatsune miku as compensation for years of being used as adblock and only adblock

after finishing this doodle i realize the ask said tco OR tdl ..... and i drew both of them .................um oops

[threepandas]

Bad End, Chosen: Part 4

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The Cycles never "loaded" back in at quite the same point. It was something I had noticed, though I had only suffered a few of them so far. It was like the God's were hoping "Chapter" to "Chapter", fickle and easily bored, trying desperately to find something NEW.

It made planning all but impossible.

Where... where was I?

A simple room. A suitcase before me. Loading or unloading? I held a robe in my hands. Painfully familiar. I had worn them for years. The highly protective robes of Mage initiates, at the Magic Tower. Meant to work as armor, life support, even... God's forbid, an emergency beacon. They were hideous. Function over form.

I could cry, for how deeply I loved these ugly robes.

No one had EVER been able to figure out how to style them properly. God's know, we had TRIED. But when The Dark came? This ugly, ugly things? These long complained about hand-me-downs? Oh... oh they had saved so, SO many student's lives.

Such tiny little things. Pulled from the rubble, still breathing. All because of these chaotic, gaudy, terribly comfortable and so deeply loved, old robes. T...They truely were as hideous as I remembered, weren't they? Blocks upon blocks of overlapping stitches and patches, too many colors, as though the tower was too stubborn to throw as single thing away.

We were.

We... we NEVER leave anything or anyONE behind.

Packrats, all of us. Such terrible hoarders. But... I looked around. It did not tell me the date. Was I leaving? Joining the tower? How old was I supposed to be? I pulled on my robes.

It felt like coming home. Like balm against the raw nerves of my still fragile mind. I felt old. Brittle. At... at terrible odds, with my young skin. I wondered if this was how she felt. The woman, the poor girl, that came before me. Before she broke so badly even the God's could not force her to perform. I did not want to admit I understood the impulse.

Ah, there.

I had once, what felt like lifetimes ago. What WAS lifetimes ago. Bought this very calander. It was cute. Little fairy dragons danced upon the edges, delicate and joyous. They were, of course, incorrectly drawn. The artist had never seen a real fairy dragon, only heard of them. I had seen some during the war.

People forget that neither the Fae nor Dragons are sweet or gentle things.

They were... Awe inspiring. In the oldest sense of the world. "An overwhelming feeling of reverence, admiration, and fear." I believe the text defined it. Like living starlight and glass, sung poetry and water. They were the fury of long dead gods and the vengeance of beings who were divine unto themselves.

They removed an entire MOUNTAIN RANGE before they fell. Burned and reduced to molten earth, an entire inland sea. They died like STARS. Violently and with a force that destroyed the void itself. Consuming all that dared stand in their shadow.

Ha. And people think they're CUTE.

Ah...my mind is wandering again. I try to concentrate on the calendar. My... my mind doesn't want too. Oh dear. That's... that's probably a rather bad sign, isn't it?

Opening my eyes at the beginning of the cycle had brough such... CLARITY. As though my head had been held under murky water and finally, FINALLY, I was able to scramble free. But... much like the drowned... I felt something like a high. Adrift. Without my anchor. I wanted my Gran-...

NO.

I grab the dresser before me. Hard enough my knuckles go white. My wide eyes focus far away. Seeing without seeing. Hyperfocused on the woodgrain before me. I am my OWN anchor. Feel the magic in your veins. The push and pull of the world. We are not his slave! Not his PET, to keep and cherish. A toy on a shelf.

I am a PERSON.

I DEFY MY FATE.

A cheerful knock at the door to my room. My eyes finally focusing on the date. Fuck. Moving IN, then. I do not know if I can act "normal". I... I will have to try. I can not unclench my jaw, but with great force of will, finger by finger, I release my grip on the dresser. Stand up. Glance up into the mirror.

I look like I am some hateful little thing, vowing some ugly little vengeance. Perhaps it is just my face. The way anger and spite only barely holds my bleeding edges together. My fear. I...I look like I am about to cry.

What a wretched child.

I try to force a smile.

It looks hideous. More ugly grimace and deep disgust then "oh, Master, how pleased I am to see you!". Fuck. When did I become so broken? A knock again. More hesitant. I breathe deep. I can not do cheerful, then. But...I... I can do nothing.

My face slides into an emotionless mask. Blank. Like a doll. Vaguely pleasant but meaningless. How damningly familiar. Gran-... HE reduced me to this in the end. A few steps. Almost distant, robotic, movement. And I open the door to a once familiar face.

"Learner." My Master smiles, awkward and uncertain. He had not wanted a student. I forced his hand. I know now I never should have done so. He was not ready. "Are you, um, settling? In? I know it is quite different from the life you once lived, but I promise. I will tale care of you. Well figure this out together."

Oh, Master.

I...I wish I could weep. I had forgotten this lie. How deeply I had once believed it. It was a child's promise, from a man who grew old but never, truely, grew up. I was to be failed again and again. Had once given him chance after chance. Because I had believed his words. My eyes feel hot. He looks panicked.

"Ah! W-what did I do? Was that wrong? Please don't cry?! Oh no! Uuuuh-!"

"Well THIS is a record. Not even a day and you've made the child weep." Comes a terrible voice. No. Please, Gods. Not so soon. "Here I am, come to greet my precious Grandlearner. And what do I find? My student, tormenting a child."

My Master sputters defenses of himself. Not even noticing that his own Master did not call him Learner. All but disowned him before me. My fear howls like a deafening beast in my ears. But... cowering? Will not... can not save me. Turning my head is almost painful, with how tightly my muscles have tensed.

That is not the look of a man who does not recognize me.

He remembers.

Alaric Blight stands in truely magnificent Tower Master's robes, as though he has every right to be there. Respected. Beloved. A legendary talent, the likes of which have not been seen for lifetimes. ANYONE would be HONORED to be in his presence. After all... he is a man who holds the world at his feet.

He is a monster.

"Hello Grandlearner," he all but purrs. Stalking forward to loom, as only an adult CAN loom over a child. The power difference between is even greater now. I can not even count myself an ant before him. I... I can not breathe. "What a delicate little thing you are. Utterly precious. And so SMALL! You certainly have a lot of training to do, don't you?"

His hand reaches forward to cup my cheek, sparks of deadly magic dancing lazily across my skin too finely for Master to notice, but not so fine I can not FEEL. It is a subtle threat. A little reminder. Not a single soul in this tower is safe, so long as he is here. All it would take? Is.. Just. One. Touch~

"I'm sure you'll BEHAVE for your Master, WONT you, Dear? After all, he only wants what's best for you. And a darling child like you, Grandlearner? Should be cherished."

"He's right." My Master said, clueless to the monster he let so close. Who so very dispised him. "But... but Master, I'm not sure, well, HOW exactly..."

"Oh don't worry, student of mine." Alaric Blight, monster of my nightmares, hummed in a laughable mimicry of pleasantries. "I'll be with you EVERY step of the way. How could do anything less? We'll train my darling Grandlearner together."

A terrible grin.

"Leave everything to me."

[luuxxart]

i had the joker persona 5 sonic forces dlc and forgot to redeem it before it expired

[not-even-here-iaminvisible]

STAR WARS INCORRECT QUOTE:

Vader: *freshly dead* (*-*)

QGJ: YOUNG MAN I DID NOT BRING YOU INTO THE ORDER FOR THIS BEHAVIOR. I AM ABSOLUTELY AND UTTERLY DISAPPOINTED IN YOU!!!! *proceeds to scold him for the next three hours* D:<

OWK: *nods* :)

Yoda: *evil grandpa cackle* >:D

Dooku *in spirit*: Sith technique: Stare of disappointment >:(

Ahsoka *in spirit*: *nearly joining the dead squad from laughter.* :D

Anakin: Let me enjoy my funeral in peace pls. -.-

Luke: o.O