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Character/s: merman!Manjiro Sano

Warnings: f!reader, explicit sex, mature language, dark content, dub-con kissing, set in regency era, monsterfucking, amnesia, manipulation/brainwashing, mentions of multiple murders, death/murder, mystery, pregnancy, oviposition, mikey has a weird 🍆 + has sharp teeth and nails, infidelity (not towards reader), yandere mikey, hints of cannibalism (bc mikey is feral and darn possessive), and breeding. Minors do not interact.

Note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIKEY MY LOVE 🥺💕 also this is for bby vivi's @festive Things that go bump in the night collab

Synopsis: No matter how hard you try, the waters always lure you into their depths.

WC: 3.8k

Dark cumulonimbus clouds littered the whole sky that they almost formed a dome with their menacing size, promising heavy rain and strong winds in the area they deemed victims. The dreary day has somehow turned interesting with how the whole tiny village is buzzing with life due to preparations because the last time one hit the place was a year ago. It was a truly devastating time that caused deaths and many homes that had to be rebuilt. You were no exception to this—waking up by the shore with many cuts and strange marks on your flesh along with a hazy memory. Your family and friends said it was a miracle that you survived. Even your husband, who was still courting you at that time, was far too relieved to question how you ended up that way.

“I’m almost done, dear. You can eat first if you want to.”

Your gaze never left your husband’s figure shutting the windows and boarding them up to prevent the harsh winds and raindrops from entering. The ocean was as angry as the sky, waves rocky enough to drown an inexperienced person. Ships had to be docked while those who dared to go through a storm had already left by then. You were supposed to do your laundry by the stream that led to the ocean, however, it had to be postponed due to the nasty weather. The waters would be rising, enough to be seen as risky. Your whole form shuddered at the thought of swallowing those waters, nightmares of it continued to haunt you when you least expected it.

But there was always a person who saved you—a face you couldn’t make out because the nightmare always ended just as you were about to.

“Don’t worry, I’ll wait for you to finish.”

In such bad weather and the threat of flood, you normally would have gone to your friend’s house a few miles north to take shelter there. Yet, your husband was far more insistent today for you to remain here—indoors and never leave until the storm was gone no matter what happens. And unfortunately, even to this day, you couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that your friend died last year due to a mysterious illness that caused an uproar in the village after that storm. There was nowhere to go but to stay here. But for him to go this far by locking all the windows and doors, muttering under his breath the entire time. It was an odd sight, and frankly, you were worried by his actions.

Why on earth would he be placing barriers that prevented you from leaving easily when a flood may occur? Has he lost his mind?

Biting back your tongue from spilling your fears all over the floor, you tried to sit back and watch. Your hands on your lap were tightly gripping the white cloth of your dress in hopes that patience will not leave you as you waited for your husband to finish. Tonight’s dinner is already set and waiting for you both by the table. But, you lost your appetite when he finished and called for you to join him.

“Listen to me carefully, dear,” your husband spoke up suddenly in time as the thunder roared across the sky that almost frightened you. The flash of lightning was a bit disorienting. His usually gentle eyes were hard and left no room for any discussion. “You’re not to leave this house until the stream’s flow is back to its original state. You don't have to worry about food or anything you might need—I’ll get them. Just stay here until I deem it safe, alright?” His hand reached out to touch yours, squeezing it in a reassuring way. “I… I’ll protect you. You don’t have to feel confused or scared anymore. I promise you that.”

A good wife never talks back to her husband so you merely nodded. Afraid of what may occur if you tried to press on with your plaguing questions. You have heard of many tales of troublesome wives and crossing your husband was the last thing you wanted. But what he said, instead of silencing the doubts in your mind, merely caused them to be in a state of panic. Ever since marrying you, your beloved husband has been quite protective, to the point he was close to being overbearing. At first, you thought it was just because he cared for you. There were times it seemed sweet. However, whenever it started to rain heavily or there was a chance a storm would come, he always had an odd look on his face. You haven't even been to the beach nor got close to it ever since. What was even more infuriating was his silence or the half-hearted reasons that never made any sense.

What does he mean by protecting me? Surely what happened last time was merely an effect of my own negligence… Mother nature is a daunting force to battle with human hands. But what occurred then won't repeat again, especially with all the planning made to prevent it.

So what is he so scared of?

That night while lying in bed next to your unconscious husband, the mere companion you had was the candlelight flickering with every howl of the wind that tried to penetrate through the barriers, rattling the wooden planks. The sound of heavy raindrops pattering on the brick roof was neither relaxing nor annoying. You couldn’t sleep. Getting out of bed slowly, you glanced at your husband a few times to see if he would stir awake, to which he didn’t. Nights of trying to leave bed to either grab a cup of water or just sit in the sitting room that ended up only him grabbing your arm to stop you flashed before your eyes the second your toes touched the cold floor. Exhaustion from running around and barricading the house has chained him to a night of deep sleep.

“When is this damn storm going to go away?” you mumbled to yourself, hugging your torso as you walked up to the window where a gap is visible. Peeking through the space, you sighed at how the outdoors resembled a dark void you’ve seen countless times in your dreams. If it weren’t a stormy night, the endless void would seem straight out of a nightmare. “He can’t keep me cooped up here forever…”

A deep exhale escaped your lips as you sauntered to the kitchen to drink a cup of water. Perhaps you could blame it on the darkness of the house or the lack of sleep, but you were quite sure you heard the back door creak open. A chill ran down your spine, and the hairs on the back of your neck all stood. It was a miracle you didn’t drop your cup and alert your husband to a conscious state.

“What the…”

The door was definitely open, and the wooden planks and other things your husband used to block it lay on the side. Since when did it become like this? You don’t recall hearing anything other than the loud thunder that follows after lightning splits through the sky. Swallowing your fright, you were just about to close the door again when suddenly, the rain stopped. You blinked twice at the strange phenomenon, fear doubling at the unexplainable until you heard it—someone humming.

Anyone out in this weather would be crazy, especially at night. Whether it was carried off by the wind or the person was just close by, the tune being hummed was enchanting and yet, deceptively alluring. Curiosity fuelled your steps as you made your way out, promising to just take a peek if it was someone and not something. But every step you took led you further closer to the beach where the waves were serene. Even the moon was out, its faint light illuminating the murky waters. The whole scenery was as if it came out of a painting that almost appeared like there wasn't any downpour earlier. But what had you continuing down your path until the ocean licked the soles of your feet was that ethereal humming that you couldn't help but feel like you’d heard before yet unable to pinpoint where.

Saltwater caressed up to your breasts the moment you snapped out of the entrancing song. Mind bewildered on why you let yourself get enraptured until something grabbed your arm, causing you to almost let out a shriek when your gaze landed on two onyx opals that belonged to a blond man, staring at you in great interest. Unable to see his whole face for the other half was submerged in water. He was handsome and pretty at the same time—a beautiful mysterious being that you had the chance to encounter. His whole aura was captivating. And yet, something felt wrong.

Heart pounding, you were unsure of what to do. What would anyone do when some stranger is now swimming next to you in the middle of the night? Lips about to move and question him on why he was here and all which ended up on the back of your tongue at the feeling of something brushing against your legs—a fishtail belonging to the man. Crimson was the color of its scales, giving off an illusion of him bleeding in the water. A sign of danger. The alarm bells started ringing in your head, your body froze at what that meant.

Breath caught up in your throat, you couldn’t move a single muscle. Frankly, you didn’t know what else to do but trudge back to shore if the merman allowed you to leave. Horror stories of sailors drowning and women being lured into the waters by such creatures to feast on ran through your mind while standing there. The icy breeze that brushed past you snapped you out of your dread, legs starting to turn back. But the merman had other ideas, clinging to your arm in earnest. Your cry for help turned into a gasp when his wet hands reached up to grab your face, those irises resembling the endless void of the night. His sharp nails slightly dug into your cheeks, but not enough to harm your flesh.

“Pretty pearl, do you remember me?”

“W-what…” There was no way this creature was speaking! His mouth never budged but you definitely heard his voice in your head. Was this the power of a merman? And is he the one humming earlier that lured you here? Foolish, you were absolutely foolish to fall for such tricks. You should have stayed at home as your husband told you. Teeth chattering, you shook your head. “L-let me go… Please, I need to—”

“It’s me, Manjiro. You remember me right, my pretty pearl?”

“M-Manjiro?” you echoed his name which caused the merman to show his full face where a smile was stretching his lips. “I’m sorry, b-but I don’t recall knowing you—”

His lips were on yours instantaneously, keeping you locked there while you struggled to free yourself. Tears started to form in your eyes, scared to death at what may happen next. To drown and eat you would be quite easy for such a powerful being. Your hands continued to push him back, albeit pathetically before they fell limp to your side.

Images of you and this merman flowed through your mind during the duration of the kiss, his tongue swiping and tasting your lower lip, begging to be let in. Memories of you prior to that storm hitting the village a year ago flooded your mind like honey, slowly unlocking more that led to you recognizing the merman to be the one who saved you when you fell off a crumbling cliff on your way back home to grab your things and evacuate. Those nightmares of drowning all made sense now for it has happened before and he—Manjiro—saved you the moment your body fell into the water, breathing oxygen back into your lungs. The very merman who caressed you in places you’ve never dared to touch in that tiny cave in curiosity. Those few moments spent on an undiscovered island a few miles from here were rare and interesting that it didn’t make sense how you’d easily forgotten about it. But such a meeting had to end when you both were confronted by another merman as he was returning you back to shore. Torn from each other so early that ended up you fleeing from such danger and almost drowning in the process as he fended off his own kind from touching a strand of your hair.

You couldn’t quite believe your savior and the merman you were enchanted with was out here, wanting to see you again after all these months. The one you fell in love with during that first meeting. And to meet here again, it was fate all along.

The tears of terror that collected on the rim of your eyes rolled down out of happiness instead. Arms wrapping themselves around the merman, holding onto him tightly. A smile on your face as you sobbed while he continued to kiss you. “Manjiro? Yes, it is you! Oh, how could I ever forget you?” Apologies poured out of your mouth like a gentle drizzle that had the merman humming out of glee. Finally, you two were reunited and Manjiro could never be happier. His hands lowered to hold you by your hips, intent to mark you again with his nails.

Unfortunately, just as he was celebrating having your memories return, Manjiro was instantly troubled at the fact you were now mated to someone other than him. Your husband wasn’t a stupid one and nothing could be more convenient for the merman to have him out of the picture. Months of waiting for you to go back to the beach and see you left Manjiro frustrated. There was no way you could easily forget him. So, who was taking up your attention that you wouldn’t try and see him again?

Of course, your bastard of a human lover.

Ill ideas that spelled death and evil tainted his thoughts every time he came to land, draining much of his magic to walk on two legs for minutes just to check up on you and see that bastard breathing in your proximity. He was quite sure that the bastard did something for you to forget him just like that. Dedication to see you was his only driving force so to see you next to a disgusting human made him want to tear his head off. This often led to him going back to the ocean with his blood boiling.

A merman would never be accepted into human society, that he knew. Those who did ended up dead trying. Manjiro refuses to die and be separated from you—his precious pearl in a vast ocean of nothing or anything meaningful to offer. However, he won’t easily back down again—he can’t turn back now just because your stupid human lover was wary of him. Manjiro swore he won’t make the same mistake again of getting caught by your husband, especially since said human has seen his true form upon escaping his suspicious glare.

To kill the vile human may be his ultimate goal, but to become close to being human shall solve his other problems.

Yes, he has to finish what he had started.

“Where are you going?” your husband’s inquiry was almost missed by you, excited to meet up with your non-human lover. If there were days you wished you didn’t marry so early, they merely multiplied now. Yet, you weren’t cruel to crush your husband’s heart. You did enjoy his company, through the ups and downs. He can’t compete with Manjiro’s enthralling aura, though. There was also the chance he might go and kill Manjiro if you did reveal your secret affair that has been going on for a month now since meeting the merman again. Just keeping the marks Manjiro has given you whenever you two meet was already a difficult thing to keep, what more about the true nature of your lover? Secrecy can sometimes be a far better choice than honesty. “It’s going to be late in a few hours.”

“I’m… just going to be quick, dear. I’ll be back quickly,” you reasoned, feet itching to leave the house. The look on your husband's face was doubtful but in the end, he dismissed you with a wave.

“Just be back before it gets dark, alright? Perhaps you didn't hear the news but there's been another murder in the area. Whoever the sick person is for killing people, I hope they get caught soon or we’ll have to move.”

Head too high up in the clouds to listen to the rest of his sentence, you left home with a giddy disposition. Manjiro was the only thing that revolved around your head and being able to kiss and touch him again. These past few days have been uneventful. If it weren't for your lover’s constant presence who also served as a sweet escape from mundane life, you would have died of boredom under the same roof as your husband.

“My pretty pearl, do you want me?”

Gasping against his shoulder, you fought back a moan. Futile and pointless it was for Manjiro intends to hear you sing beautifully as you bounced on his weirdly shaped cock. The rushing of the stream drowned out your whines and the lewd noise of your wet pussy folds meeting the base of his length that oddly hits and rubs the right places inside your cunt. Such a cock definitely does not belong to a human being. The first time taking it was a struggle for you swore you almost came that second the tip pushed past your cervix. Manjiro would always make it a habit to return you to your husband in an almost delirious state, one where all you could think of is his cock. From the very second you leave the stream with his thick cum trailing down your damp thighs to when you sleep at night, fantasizing of having the merman’s offspring.

Today was no different. Manjiro’s tail was slightly thrashing once you sped up, angling your hips and then resuming to bouncing on his throbbing cock that was leaking pre-cum—if you could call it that. Countless times has he stuffed you full of his thick warm fertile semen that came after he spurted two or three eggs into your womb. His whispers of you becoming a great mother never failed to heighten the experience of having sex with him in the great outdoors. A factor of this being an illicit affair could also be thrown into the mix and the idea of your husband being unaware has you scandalously creaming and squeezing Manjiro. The merman’s jaw slackened at how tight and hot your pussy is, revealing rows of sharp teeth that sunk into your nape, just wishing to mark you forever right then and there.

But Manjiro has to be patient. He has to be cunning and decisive. Your husband wasn’t the only person he has to eliminate to tip things in his favor. Killing your friend in this village last year was just the first step and consuming more human flesh was only the beginning of fulfilling his dream to stay by your side. If he had to kill more of his own kind to protect you, so be it. Manjiro isn’t scared to feed on human and merman flesh to obtain his goal. It wouldn’t be long. He has killed enough people to be able to turn his fish tail into human legs without the consequences of tiring easily or feeling like he was walking on a bed of sea urchins.

“Ah! M-Manji… N-need more. Want to feel you… burn. Want to hear you!” you sobbed with your warm gummy walls squeezing him dry. Manjiro knew if you came one more time, your husband would catch a whiff of your infidelity. But really, could this even be classified as one when it was he whom you truly love and not your sack shit of a husband? “M-more! Please! Wanna… have your babies.”

Ah, Manjiro truly loves you.

There was no one else on this earth that could please him so easily as you do. And that alone was enough for him to do everything in his power for you to stay by his side, even if you want to be free of his spell or grow tired of him. Manjiro will never let you go.

Gently pushing you to lay down on one of the smoother rocks, the merman crawled his way up to you. Not even prompted, you spread your legs to accommodate him. Your raw cunt was still oozing with his semen was perfectly in view. Manjiro grunted as he eased himself into your pussy once more, intent on breeding you and fertilizing those eggs. Because what was more laughable than for your husband to realize you were pregnant and carrying a merman’s brood? Delighted at the image of you round and practically ready to give birth, Manjiro leaned down to kiss you. His blood was singing songs in praise to you, eagerly rushing down to his erect and painful cock that was about to insert more eggs into you.

“M-Manjiro!” you practically screamed as your climax crashed down on you, back arching and nails drawing up half-moons and what resembled shooting stars across his back. Your legs quivered around his torso, satisfied as your merman chased after his own release once he safely inserted the eggs. You could barely see your husband glaring down at you through your hazed vision due to the rush of euphoria brought by Manjiro. Too far gone at the amount of ecstasy that you barely flinched at your husband yelling. His demands to know what was going on entered one ear and out the other.

Your husband was far too kind sometimes. During the duration of your peaceful marriage with him, he was better than those who hurt their partners. This was evident in how he was concerned about you, enough to follow you here. Yet, somehow, you didn’t feel any remorse in loving someone else behind his back nor felt dread when Manjiro got behind him, his legs smooth and muscled. Everything about the merman was as deadly as the sharp nails that sliced your husband’s throat, causing him to bleed and fall. The stream carried off his lifeline to the shores where it would attract more merfolk to the island, enticing them. But screw them for Manjiro would eliminate anything that gets in his way.

The death of your husband did not cause an uproar much to your surprise. Manjiro was already quite known in the village by the time you returned home, a widow but at the same time, a woman who was about to spend the rest of her life with the man she truly loved.

Correction, merman.

The day you got your first morning sickness was the very same day everyone in the village recognized Manjiro as your one and only husband. Your first husband—wait, did you even have another husband other than Manjiro? All you ever remembered is Manjiro. There was no way a human could love you as much as he could.

Manjiro, Manjiro, Manjiro—everything has gone smoothly according to his plan, all for his pretty human. Perhaps you were a deadlier obsession that the merman himself.

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tom-whore-dleston · 11 months

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(moodboard or fic or whatever you’re feeling up to bby)

i crave seeing this man be put in situations you wouldn’t automatically think to put him in, so give me frat boy!adam warlock who only joined because his parents made him, ya know legacy and all that + the philosophy student who is the opposite of someone you’d ever see at a frat but gets roped into helping him pass a class!

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hjasfghjkdhga now hold on bc fratboy!Adam sounds so hot I'd drop the last bit of my morals for 24 hours with him 😩 I have a million headcanons running thru my mind rn so we'll start off with some light appetizers 😜 sorry this took a million years to write and that its so frickin long 😭

First and foremost, Adam wears crop tops and short shorts unironically and he fuckin ROCKS them! All the other frat boys don't look as good as him

He also wears gold chains bc why tf not

His parents met in the partnering fraternity and sorority that did charities and events. They then got married and had Adam straight out of college. Since the birth of Adam, his parents had it set in stone that he would work hard to attend the same university and join the same fraternity as his father.

As an underclassman, Adam genuinely enjoyed the frat life. His parents were proud of him. He was dating Gamora, the most popular girl in the sorority and of course another legacy. He was basically set to become president of the fraternity by his senior year.

At the beginning of his junior year, his whole world flipped upside down. His father died suddenly, and Ayesha was having a hard time grieving. On top of that, Gamora left Adam for Peter Quill, current president and Adam's arch nemesis.

All this caused Adam's straight A's turn to straight D's. With Quill as president, he threatened to kick Adam out the fraternity if he didn't bring his grades up.

And this is where you come in.

You are the top student in yours and Adam's philosophy class. It kinda helps that you are a philosophy major and always leading discussions during lectures. All your classmates were annoyed of you talking the professor's ears off, except for Adam. Without anyone's knowledge, he would jot down your talking points in case they would be useful in the future.

After the second exam of the semester, he finally approaches you after class, asking you to tutor him. Without hesitation, you agree, mainly because you have always seen him in your classes and found him attractive.

During your study sessions, you both got to know one another, realizing you have more in common with each other than Adam did with Gamora. He eventually confesses to you that he didn't care all that much about the frat life and he willingly agreed to rush because of his parents. You reveal to him that your parents practically disowned you after going to a college away from home and majoring in anything outside of law or medicine. You and Adam almost shared a kiss that night. That was until your best friend and Gamora's step sister, Nebula, came home from work.

Adam invites you to one of his frat parties where you're stuck to his hip the whole time. A drunk Quill encounters Adam, constantly harassing you throughout the night. Fed up with Quill's antics, Adam and you finally leave.

That was until Quill said, "Once you get tired of Adam's dumbass, you know where to find me. It won't be the first time a girl realized I'm ten times the man Adam Warlock will ever be."

Adam was ready to beat his ass, but you pushed him to the side, strutting towards Quill and back-handed slapped him across the face, sending him to the floor. You stoop down to Quill's level, muttering through gritted teeth, "You're right. Adam will never be you because he isn't some scumbag like you." Then, you took someone's cup of beer and poured it all over Quill before leaving with Adam.

As Adam was dropping you off at your apartment, he pulled you into a heated kiss and thanked you for standing up for him. When you shut the door behind you, you did a happy dance which Nebula caught you in the middle of. This, then led to you both staying up the rest of the night to spill the details of the party until you and Adam kissed.

Next week in class, Adam surprised you with your usual coffee order from the cafe on campus. On the coffee cup, there was a message that wrote:

"Dinner and movie at 7? I could use a study break :)"

Your face was warm from smiling so hard. You couldn't wait to finally go on a real date with Adam and neither could he.

Adam showed up to your apartment with a bouquet of flowers. You had to do a double take because it was the first time you haven't seen Adam wearing shorts and a crop top. He wore a buttoned shirt with jeans and his hair was neatly combed back.

"What happened? Did you run out of shirts that show off your abs?" You joked, leading to Adam picking you up and spinning you in the air before kissing you sweetly.

"Gotta look nice for my girl, you know."

You raise an eyebrow, taking the bouquet from him. "Your girl?" You curled your lips inward to hide the goofy smile on your face.

"Is it okay if I call you that?"

"Only if it's okay for me to call you my boy."

The date proceeds and it consists of a lot of hand holding, kissing, and you laying your head on Adam's shoulder. At the end of the date, it was obvious neither of you wanted it to end. While making out in his car, Adam reached for the bottom of your shirt, trying to pull it over your head until you stopped him.

Adam's face was full of concern. "I'm sorry, I should have asked if you were okay with this. I don't want you to think-"

You interrupted him by pressing your lips to his. "Don't worry, Adam. You didn't do anything wrong." You looked over at the window of your apartment, realizing no light came from inside. "Do you want to come inside? Nebula is most likely out for the rest of the night."

With that, Adam followed you into your apartment. You two barely made it into the bedroom before your hands and lips were all over one another. You fucked on the sofa before moving to the bedroom to cuddle.

As you were dozing off, Adam whispered, "I think I'm gonna quit the frat."

Now you were wide awake. "Why? I thought you loved it."

"For a while I did. I felt like I had to care for my parents. Now that we are halfway through junior year, none of that matters anymore." Adam paused to move your hair out of your face. "Besides, I'm thinking about applying to work at the cafe. My girl deserves all the free coffee I can make her for the rest of our college years."

"You are the sweetest." You kissed Adam on his forehead. "Whatever you want to do, I'll support you along the way."

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sunsetgloom · 1 month

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yesterday i said i was trying to work out how Mace Windu's legends padawans fit in a timeline today, i bring you the fruits of my labour :)

Behold:

And if you want to take my word for it? Go right ahead. You don't need to keep reading this post. If you want explanations and detailed workings out? Keep reading, for in this essay I will tell you exactly how Mace Windu's four legends padawans fit into the canon Star Wars timeline :) Here are the rules I worked with and the assumptions I made while working on this accursed thing: Rules 1. Canon takes priority (Movies first, shows second, Wookiepedia third. This is stated FOR A REASON, see: Depa and Anakin fighting over who is the youngest on the Council) 2. Legends is to be included as best as possible (the whole point of this is fitting all four of Mace Windu's padawans from legends on a timeline) 3. Fanon? Only in small doses (see: me trying to place Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan's Mandalore mission several paragraphs down). This also includes any headcanons of my own, which I will try to use only as last resorts to narrow down specifics. Assumptions 1. 13 is a limit during Obi-Wan's time at least (see: that book series he's in, Ahsoka being 14 during the first year of the Clone Wars) 2. Padawans can be taken earlier than 13 (see: Anakin, Bant Eerin, Quinlan Vos, Mace Windu) 3. There is a one padawan at a time policy with rare exceptions (see: TPM - Qui-Gon asking to train Anakin and basically being told Obi-Wan needs to be knighted first) 4. Jedi training is on average 10+ years but can be shorter or longer depending on the Master-Padawan pairing (see: Obi-Wan Kenobi's padawanship lasting 12 years, Ahsoka being offered promotion after barely two years, and Vernestra Rwoh the youngest Knight ever at age 15. That's two peacetime examples and one wartime example) Cool? Cool. Here's where I dove into timeline hell.

Some of it was easy to figure out; Mace Windu is canonically born 72 BBY, Obi-Wan Kenobi canonically born 57 BBY, etc. We also know for a fact (a.k.a. Google Told Me So) that Mace Windu was made a Councilor at the age of 28. 72-28=44 BBY. Tales of the Jedi allows us to fact check by giving us a rough time estimate for when he took over for the deceased Master Katri, whose canon Wookiepedia page states she died sometime between 68 and 42 BBY. Perfect, it all lines up!

Now, there's a reason I've included Obi-Wan Kenobi's birthdate on the timeline. According to his canon Wookiepedia page, "[Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi]'s continuing training issues were discussed with Jedi Councilors Depa Billaba and Mace Windu in an attempt to find a remedy[.]" This can be found under the 'Early travels and visit to Kashyyyk' subsection of OWK's canon page. Notably, the subsection right after is labelled 'Protecting Satine Kryze'. This means that Depa Billaba is already a Councilor before the mission to Mandalore, which according to canon Wookiepedia places it to be about 41-39 BBY. The timeline ran out of room to give it a definitive placement, but we'll assume it's sometime during 40 or 39 BBY as most fics I've seen place Obi-Wan at about 17 years old (57-40=17). Additionally, Depa Billaba's Legends Wookiepedia page states, "After serving as a Knight for a few years, Billaba was appointed to the High Council; the youngest Master to ever sit upon the august body." Typically 'a few' references to about three years, so we'll assume she was a Knight for only three years.

However: here's where my 'canon take priority rule' threw in a bit of a wrinkle. Depa's legends page places her as the youngest to sit upon the Council, but Revenge of the Sith says Anakin Skywalker is the youngest to ever sit on the Council. Here's where I let my inner Obi-Wan out to play. From a certain point of view both are correct. Depa is the youngest Master. Anakin is the youngest Knight (and might possibly be the only Knight as typically, as you do need to be a Master to be on the Council. See: the whole 'we do not grant you the rank of Master' scene from RotS). This distinction is not a vital thing in the long run as will soon be seen in regard to age logistics for Mace and Depa but I thought it important to be pointed out here.

There is still a little wrinkle but it is why I stated the movies take first priority in terms of canon. Wookiepedia says Anakin is born 41 BBY, which is physically impossible if he is only 9 years old in The Phantom Menace, which it is explicitly stated he is. TPM takes place entirely in 32 BBY, meaning Anakin is born at most in 42 BBY and he is turning 10 during that year according to the movies. Movies take priority, so that's how old he is. He's not on the timeline because I didn't realize how important his age was until I started writing this :( Anyways, as far as I've seen when it comes to how old Anakin is by the end of the Clone Wars, he has an age discrepancy of about a year - I'm solving this by combining it. He is turning 10 in TPM, and turning 23 in RotS. Thus, Depa Billaba is probably at least already 23 and at most 27 turning 28 when she is made a High Council member. Looking at Tales of the Jedi, Mace Windu goes on a mission with Dooku and together they investigate the death of council member Master Katri. At the end of the episode it is revealed Mace Windu is being considered for Katri's replacement. Depa Billaba is nowhere to be seen on this mission. As Depa is a fully canon character, we can probably assume she's been Knighted at this point. And if she's only a Knight for 'a few years' and then on the Council by 41 BBY and Mace Windu joins the Council in 44 BBY... The best logical conclusion is that Depa Billaba was knighted prior to the mission in 44 BBY. Reminder: Mace Windu is 28 in 44 BBY. His canon Wookiepedia page reveals he was a padawan by at least 60 BBY as this is when he goes on a mission with his Master, Cyslin Myr. This means he is taken on at about age 12 or perhaps before that. If Depa joins the Council in 41 BBY, the oldest she can be to be the youngest is 27 and the youngest we know prior to her is her own Master who joined at 28. 3 years prior to her. Huh??? (I called it timeline HELL for a reason folks). So, she's not 27 as that would make her Master only four years older than her and I doubt things would work like that in peacetime. 26? 5 years older. 25? 6 years older. 24? 7 years older. 23...? 8 years older. This is the absolute lowest we can push Depa's age because if Anakin were any better adjusted and any less forced to take on the role by Skeevy Sheev he likely would have been the youngest Master on the Council. Some quick math can now reveal Depa's birth year: 41+23=64 BBY. If Depa is 23 when she joins the Council, she is 20 when she is knighted. If 10 years is roughly the average of a padawanship, she'd need to be taken on at 10 years old, when Mace is 18. He is a prodigy in the Order, sure, but either way, taking on a padawan immediately is seemingly discouraged in the Order (see: TPM, Yoda's reluctance to allow Obi-Wan to take on Anakin. Without rewatching the movie/reading the novelization I won't know for sure the context unfortunately, but it does fit my headcanon that Knights are encouraged to take some time to find their own before teaching the next generation). Let's say, because of Windu's prodigal nature, he is able to train his own padawan in 7-8 years. 8 for a nice round number that won't give me a headache when trying to put it on the timeline. We now have Depa's padawanship covered!

And now, we must finally turn to Mace Windu's legends padawans. He has three others: one unnamed failed padawan, Devan For'deschel, and Echuu Shen-Jon. We know very little about these padawans other than Devan is born circa 53 BBY and dies circa 19 BBY, and Echuu was able to take on two padawans of his own who were siblings. Echuu's first padawan, Stam Reath, died 22 BBY during the first battle on Geonosis, and that same year he was assigned Stam's sister Naat Reath. It is also known that the unnamed padawan failed sometime before the Clone Wars. Let's deal with Devan since we know their rough year of birth. If Devan is placed at 53 BBY and we assume the 'must be taken as a padawan before 13' rule is still in effect as they're born only four years after Obi-Wan Kenobi, Devan must become a padawan at 40 BBY. This fits well, as Devan's padawanship was during Mace Windu's tenure on the High Council (which started 44 BBY) and stated to be 'nonstandard' due to this (I found this on a wayback machine page I can link if you want to read it for yourself. The extent I went to confirm some of these things :/). This also makes Devan Mace Windu's second (fully trained) padawan. We also need to make sure there is enough room for Echuu, who would have to be Mace's third (fully trained) padawan to have roughly the same amount of training as Devan and to be given breathing room as a Knight before taking on a padawan of his own. For simplicity's sake, I propose giving them both roughly 8 years of training as anything more than 10 would be too much and not give the failed padawan any room to breathe either. Plus, it's the same length as Depa's own padawanship.

Let's talk about the failed padawan. We'll call him Bron from here on out. All we know about Bron is that he was deemed to have failed as a Jedi sometime before the Clone Wars began. This could either occur right after Depa, between Devan and Echuu, or after Echuu. If we put Bron between Devan and Echuu or after Echuu, that gives him only two years of being a Padawan. Assuming he's taken on at 13, he'd only be 15. However, if we put him after Depa and before Devan, he'd be 17 at the time of his failure. There are a couple of issues I have with both of these options. The first is that Bron is either 15 or 17 - still young and a male human. Two words: Puberty and hormones. Additionally, if Bron is after Depa, Mace has just been added to the Council when the padawanship between him and Bron begins to give them the longer time period together. It has already been said that Devan's training was 'nonstandard' because of Mace being on the Council at the time of her own padawanship. I counter myself with these thoughts: if Bron was taken on in 44 BBY, that places him in the same generation as Obi-Wan and Bruck Chun, an initiate who died after being tempted by the Dark. Alternatively, if Bron was taken on in 24 BBY and fails only two years later, the galaxy is tipping closer and closer to war before it erupts. The Dark side of the Force is a real concern in this generation and is what causes Bron to fail - his failure to recognize the darkness in his own actions and reactions (wrath, pride, and fear as the Wookiepedia page says). Even if he is still in Obi-Wan and Bruck's generation, the Dark side is still a concern due to Bruck and Xanatos' own actions less than four years prior (for Xanatos at least). We also don't know what exactly Bron's behaviour prior to being taken on as a padawan is like nor what his fate after failing was. Perhaps there were already concerns about wrath and pride. Perhaps he chose to join one of the Service Corps, as he did offer to Mace that he could still learn. Either way, we now know the timeline of Mace Windu's padawans and now I AM DONE AND I CAN PUT THIS BEHIND ME.

Fun fact: Have a look at 44 BBY. Windu was made a Jedi Councilor either before, during, or after all of that and I feel sorry for him and the amount of shatterpoints he must've seen that year. . . . (Do you want me to solve other timelines? Because I will definitively solve them for you. I actually had a lot of fun doing this despite all the head banging it made me want to commit)

#star wars #star wars canon #star wars legends #they can co-exist and let me tell you why #mace windu #jedi padawans #depa billaba #devan for'deschel #echuu shen-jon #jedi lineages #timeline HELL #curse you star wars authors!#also wtf is up with 44 BBY

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angelicyouth · 10 months

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Anon era is over guys, rip

Anyways youth omori au stuff im thinking of just because

OMORI SPOILERS‼️‼️ I REPEAT OMORI SPOILERS‼️‼️

Okay so I wanna go deeper into the one where Y/N dies and Craig + Kenny r the ones who pulled the Basil and Sunny, so i'll divide it in four parts

The incident - Alright, sohonestly i have NO idea who would be sunny or basil in this case, both of them fit the idea, but for now I'll go with craig just based on how many tiktok omori au creek videos ive seen where craig takes sunny's role. I'd say the argument could be about Y/N's safety, maybe it could be that she decided to hangout with team stan and they got into like a really dangerous situiation, nobody was hurt but craig is freaking out, so he starts arguing about Y/N's safety and stuff

Eventually, push comes to a shove (heh) and awh shit Y/N gets pushed down the stairs, boom rip. ao ofcourse now xraig is probably like having a mental breakdown because HE JUST PUSHED HER DOWN THE FUCKING STARIS and he keepts panicking. around that time Kenny would come inside whoever's house they were in, because if he was at the scene while they were arguing he wouldve definetly steped in

In all honesty, no idea how they came up with the staged suicide, it probably involved a lot of arguing, screaming and crying, but eventually they agree to do so

Dreamworld - So as I stated before, they would both have their own respective headspace

I feel like in both headspaces, basil would be the other, idk how to phrase it honestly. as in, in kenny's headspace, craig would be basil, and in craigs headspace, kenny would be basil yknow??

Kenny's headspace would be pretty much identical to the one ingame, maybe it'd be a bit more similar to a ghetto? idk just a thouht. while craigs nothing would really happen, id think most of the headspace would be in someone's house or at tweek bros (of course in both of them Y/N would take mari's role)

I don't have a lot to say about headspace honestly

Realworld - After the incident, everybody just shut themselves in someway or another. Obviously, Stan would be the most devastated, going into a deep depression that lasts a while like Hero's. I feel as the group just sort of slip apart after that. As in, they went to their respective teams and just didn't talk as much

After the incident, craig and kenny wouldn't even speak to eachother anymore, they can't even bring to do so knowing what they did. Kenny especially, he feels as if its craig's fault Y/N died since he was the one that pushed her.

Headcanons I have -

Craig would be the most likely to have the hikikomori route

Stan wouldn't dye hia hair anymore nor paint his nails anymore, because of both reminding him of Y/N and not taking as much care for himself

Kenny wouldn't spend as much time in headspace, since he still takes care of Karen

Stan,Kyle,Clyde and Tweek would be the ones that visit Y/N's room most

Shelley came to visit to attend the funeral

Butters shared an animal crossing island with Y/N, but now he can't even think about it without crying

I'll probably write about this at some point

-mango anon

yaaay now everyone knows who’s behind all of these genius ideas ((except for me because i’ve been knowing who my anon bby is haha))!!♡

oh my god this is so well thought out—i literally loved every single second i spent reading this!! (*´◒`*)

⇢ OMORI SPOILERS BELOW

i love how you talk about how the argument is about craig & reader fighting about her safety + well being because that is seriously spot on—despite having a gives-no-fucks attitude i can definitely see craig constantly worried + checking his phone whenever reader is out with her brother & his group of friends because of all the crazy shit that they get up to ((bad things always seem to follow them around & who can blame him? they stole his fucking birthday money + got him stranded in peru haha))

reader eventually has had enough because while craig has his reasons, that’s still her older brother that he’s talking shit about & while they always bicker + fight like no tomorrow, his baby sister’s safety is always stan’s top priority ((has been since they came out of the womb)). so of course, after some time & heated words getting thrown around, she get’s fed up with the conversation & tries to walk away

he quickly grabs onto her wrist because no, you’re not listening Y/N!! we always get into shit about this and i’m so fucking tired of having to worry my ass off whenever you’re with them which leads to them tugging & pulling because she doesn’t want to deal with this right now but craig thinks that they don’t deal with it enough. obviously, he doesn’t want to hurt his baby while he’s blinded by frustration so he loosens his grip. but this unluckily occurs at the same time she does one harsh yank, causing her body to wobble from the force until she loses her footing & suddenly all she can see is craig’s frantic expression + his outstretched arm as she’s falling down the stairs

i love how you added that kenny’s presence would’ve majorly played a role in everything because yes, the overprotective blonde would have definitely stepped in to help mediate the fight if he was at the scene & things would have definitely ended up differently!! you’re absolutely right in the fact that there will be a lot of frantic screaming, disbelieving crying, and frustrated arguing as they try to take in the image of their once lively shared significant lover—her skin ashen + her once expressive eyes looking eerily hollow & empty

i honestly think it would have to be kenny to be the one to come up with the staged suicide because while craig & him aren’t romantically involved, he’s grown to care for the male ravenette during his time with reader and wouldn’t want him to end up in shit with the police. even now, he can’t bring himself to hate the taller teen because while he did ultimately play a hand at accelerating reader’s demise, he’s constantly shown how much he loves & cherishes her in his own way. craig can’t gather his thoughts as he stares at his violently trembling hands because he did this to her while kenny internally panics & curses because someone will come home soon to see what happened

obviously, craig will be violently overcome with guilt that he killed reader whereas kenny’s will be due to the fact that he can’t believe he let everyone believe his wonderful ray of sunshine killed herself. he feels fucking terrible that he disrespected her body by hanging it by the neck at the tree outside of the Marsh’s backyard. the same body he’s gently held in his warm embrace countless of times, the one that has always given him the softest & warmest of affectionate and reassuring kisses

he never gave her a proper closure with her loved ones ((the casket had to be closed due to the hanging)) and in turn, fucked up everyone’s last living image & memory of her

… and he disrespected her like that with a staged suicide in the afterlife, the one he claims to love so much & holds closest to his heart

i love the idea of the other being basil in each of their own headspaces!! the two can’t help but to be scornful towards the other because of obvious reasons which leads to them not talking anymore. and yes, i adore the notion that kenny’s headspace would be like omori’s colorful dreamworld with stan’s group except the surroundings would be more ghetto to reflect his poor upbringing. i firmly stand by the idea that craig’s dreamworld would be similar to omori’s whitespace when he’s just sitting but omori’s blackspace when he’s aimlessly wandering around ((in contrast to kenny getting into all sorts of crazy adventures with the guys)) and he’d drive the knife into his body when he wants to return to whitespace

while reader was the glue that brought craig + kenny together from their nonconventional relationship, she was also the glue holding all of stan’s group & craig’s group together

AND YOUR HEADCANNONS OMG—I HAD SO MANY FEELS WHEN I WAS READING THEM BECAUSE THEY’RE SUCH SMALL DETAILS THAT MAKE THE DIFFERENCE IN THIS TRAGEDY

i love the idea that stan wouldn’t bleach his hair or paint his nails black anymore because those actions remind him of reader—his sister used to do it for him & it was always a source of quality time + getting each other’s undivided attention

i love how kenny wouldn’t be in headspace as much because of karen—he still has all these responsibilities forced onto him because of his parents & he knows how much reader cares for his younger sister. he continues to look out for her in the real world because reader would be so disappointed if he didn’t

yes yes yes!!! stan, kyle, clyde & tweek would definitely be the ones to visit reader’s room the most even when she’s gone ((randy + sharon have left it virtually untouched in memory of their daughter)) and would be the ones to visit her grave the most—to talk to her & update her on things & just to spend time with her even if she can’t reply

but also, butters would be part of the constantly visiting group!!

but then this got me thinking—what if in craig & kenny’s rush, they didn’t properly check reader’s condition + didn’t properly stage the hanging ((they used a jump rope for fuck’s sake))? what if instead, she’s stuck in the hospital and years deep into a coma? then stan, kyle, clyde, butters, & tweek would visit her everyday to replace the flowers in her vase etc.

you literally broke my heart when you said butters doesn’t touch his switch anymore because he cant bring himself to change anything about their shared animal crossing island—it’s the same thing with clyde & reader’s shared minecraft world

#asksforlala #mango anon ♡#south park x reader #omori

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forisingsongsuntilthebreakofdawn · 1 year

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since everyone’s doing it im doing it too fuck you

RIDE THE CYCLONE SWING AU. (swap au diff ride.)

you know one of these things? yeah.

(also i am in the midst of drawing these designs but if someone would draw the skrunkys i would love you endlessly)

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ocean oconnell rosenberg - the rudest girl in town (swapped with mischa)

- ocean is the stereotypical high school mean girl, think regina george. she’s honestly the bitchy-est person ever and would CONSTANTLY make fun of noel but keep him around as her “gay best friend”. she’s fake nice to the point of you wanting to throw up. HATES constance as she’s her “competition”.

noel gruber - the unluckiest boy in town (swapped with constance)

- in this au noels upbringing was very carrie-esc. his mother wasn’t supportive of him being gay and made him pray literally 10 times daily (this kid is like twelve). his dad left when he was around 7 and nearly threatened to send him to conversion therapy and was extremely abusive, so really fun. therefore he never really came out except to ocean, and as a result much much more quiet and reserved then canon noel. he also is MUCH more emotional and instead of angry outbursts he just cries (noel developed DID when he was very young, he made monique as escapism from his mom and she became an introject. he was an unknowing system until he died and found out WHICH WE WILL GET INTO LATER.) the whole “i lost my virginity to a carnie in a” thing is basically “i sold my body for the last year so my mom and i wouldn’t get evicted.”

mischa bachinski - the strangest boy in town (swapped with ricky)

- mischa received MUCH better treatment from his adoptive parents as he came to uranium younger (around 10 or so,) his mother died only a few years after he moved and he was destroyed. so, he forced himself to do well in school and therefore became obsessed with his grades to the point where it was UNHEALTHY. he doesn’t really have a lot of friends and a lot of people in town disregard him for being weird and offkey. noel does admire him a lot though.

ricky potts/john doe - the one unidentified body of the swing amusement park accident (swapped with jane obviously)

- his “head” is an empty astronaut helmet, he uses little jet pack things on his shoes to move around. :) ricky is pretty much nonverbal and given he has.. no face.. he resorts to a thumbs up or down to communicate. ricky doesn’t remember anything of his life, only his love for the stars.

penny lamb - the most obsessed girl in town (swapped with noel)

- this is basically legoland penny but she is 10x more batshit insane. she has an OBSESSION with johnny moon (thanks tammy) and will not shut up. she is a major fucking drama queen who is kind of really sad on the inside? she wants to be a singer and marry him btw

constance blackwood - the smartest girl in town

(swapped with ocean)

- swing au constance is much more confident in herself then canon constance. she is naturally smart, but not a total bitch like ocean was, she’s actually really fucking sweet and people don’t give her shit for it. noel and her are friends and she is the MOST SUPPORTIVE GIRLFRIEND OUT THERE, she constantly tries to get him to end his “friendship” with ocean even though he’s a little delulu. constance is the student council president and wow actually helps the student body? and a great fucking person overall.

monique gibeau - shes just there (I KNOW YOU CAN’T ONLY HAVE ONE OTHER ALTER IN A SYSTEM, LETS JUST SAY WHEN NOEL DIED SHE WAS JUST THE ONE TO BECOME HER OWN IN THE AFTERLIFE?)

- would sell her soul for noel. this kid is her baby brother and would do ANYTHING for him, even killing. she absolutely hated noels mother and father (when he was around) and would front sometimes ONLY to get noel to his room when they were fighting (poor bby would shut down). when they all died she was just kinda there yk, occasionally going full mama bear on ocean yk how it is.

(uniforms for anyone that wants to draw them /nf)

**noels blue thing is a cardigan, penny has a bow tie, mischa has round glasses and that’s a hoodie around his waist lol

#ride the cyclone #rtc #mischa bachinski #noel gruber #penny lamb #jane doe #ricky potts #swap au #au #ocean o'connell rosenberg #constance blackwood #just to clarify #noel is chance theater bc i heart wyatt #everyone else but ricky is 2016 version #he is scott redmond coded bc he never shows his face lols #pls like #im desperate

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FREND!! THE DLC!! I was waiting til you posted your thoughts <3 so glad you overall liked it <3 Ethan confirmed wanting to be a househusband cooking for Rose, walking her to school, singing her to sleep I'm so T_T my heart is exploded chris redfield pls go and stay gone, relentlessly trying to recruit a 16 year old who doesn't know ANYTHING about her father bc you totally fcking failed to do so in, again, 16 motherfking years - like, seriously??? she LITERALLY says " I don't know the first thing about him " chris WTF, how could you just say 'he died protecting you' ; bullied constantly, and if we go by what Eveline made her relive with the dolls, pretty damn harshly, that she can't trust people and has self-worth in the negatives (but she still fights! just like her daddy) - and the only thing we know he did is tell the teacher she isn't contagious? and she stayed there for more bulling?? what part of 'take care of her' didn't you get?? mia I'm side eyeing bc she 'hasn't seen her in ages' but we don't know how long 'ages' is, she didn't tell her anything about her dad? ahem back to gushing about my moldy babss The letter. THE LETTER. Ethan you sap. Best sap. Also I can't recall any other videogame father who tells their child 'I love you' so many times <3 <3 <3 and calls her, sweetie, sweetheart, honey and jellybean ♥♥ "You have me" don't mind me I'll just be here crying The moment he pushes Rose out of the way from Evie's attack had me just :O Trying to 1v1 Miranda without weapons... (...New Ethan pained sounds and lines and getting tossed around and impaled 👀 sorry the whump is strong in this not to mention it) (but not Rose's!! those death screams are awesome but she's bby and I don't wanna see her too hurt) and the ending ;_; ... fck it, I say it IS Ethan walking towards the car, Jellybean was able to pull the ring outta the Megamycete consciousness so why not her daddy? that's what I'm choosing to believe ♥♥♥ -laa

AAAAAHHHH I was waiting for you to come to my inbox and gush about it!!

God yeah despite my criticisms the story did a great job at completely breaking me. They went so hard for the feels and I can't help feeling grateful for that. Ethan and Rose may be badasses, yet the narrative doesn't try to show their emotional moments as an exception to the rule. It embraces their sensitive natures and shows it as part of them, along with their badassery. And I love that so much, I love that they allowed Ethan to be a total sap with his daughter. From the words he told her as "Michael", to showing her his thoughts from the house, TO THAT LETTER, to saving her, to having a tearjerker moment with her at the end! There was no shame, only love for their characters and the little but precious time they got to spend together.

Yeah uhm about Chris... I am hearing theories that Capcom wants to take it to a route where Chris has a corruption arc and just turns into a villain, and honestly, with what they gave us from this DLC? It wouldn't surprise me if they really took it there. If that interview was correct, that said that Chris took Rose out of Mia's custody - though I guess that happened before Rose started school, in her diary, up until that point, she said Mommy taught her some stuff, so she was with her for some time. And yeah it is very sus that Mia didn't tell her about Ethan? Like even if Rose was like 6 when Chris took her, that's enough to learn a few stuff about her dad. That's just part of my unanswered questions from this story. Though having Ethan say "I'm so lucky to have you both in my life" tells me Author's Intent is to not hate on Mia, and that's enough for me to think Rose reunites with her at some point and they rebuild their relationship. I mean, again, what was the point of showing Mia holding Rose in her arms as the last shot of the main game, if Rose ends up completely estranged from her?!

But yeah, Chris' behaviour is completely unforgivable. All about not telling her anything about Ethan (and don't come at me about "uwu Chris is feeling guilty and it hurts him to talk about Ethan" THAT'S NOT ROSE'S PROBLEM YET HE MADE IT ONE!), leaving her in a school where she gets constantly bullied, not building her up emotionally yet pestering her about joining his force. Like on one hand he doesn't try to make her feel okay with herself, but on the other it's not bad for him to use her powers. It's almost as if Ethan didn't die to stop someone from using Rose for their own benefit :) :) :)

Anyway as you said back to positive things

Yeah in the main game we see Ethan's determination to save Rose physically, in the DLC we see his determination to help her emotionally. He's supportive, helpful, excited for her successes, even sassy but still supportive when she's being stubborn (I mean, like father like daughter right), and then he goes full-on emotional with everything. When he asks her if she resents her father...

I don't think I've ever felt physical pain from an ellipsis before. The way he sounds so hesitant to ask that because he's afraid of what she might answer, but still wants her to be honest and talk about it since it seems to upset her so much. That he's ready to listen to her ire about him, if that is the case. It's like that ellipsis is the physical manifestation of how much his heart is breaking at this moment, fearing that his own daughter hates him because he wasn't able to be there for her. And I love, love, love that they gave him this moment. For him to ask her that so hesitantly, and for her to immediately spill her heart out about how she wished he was there. It's all emotion and feelings and it's given its proper time instead of being rushed for the sake of macho horror and shoot 'em up stuff.

And like... an entire section dedicated to what Ethan loved about his baby daughter and how he wondered what she'll be like growing up. Because all he wanted was to be there for her... and THAT FUCKING LETTER breaks me because it's all things he wanted more than anything else to do and yet he didn't get to do ;_; and reading it to her in his voice, opening up his heart to her and showing her as much of himself as he could to her! It's just all emotional build-up and connection between the two... and then! Then! He doesn't hold anything back when Eveline curses at her. "You have me" - I LOVE THAT SO MUCH ETHAN I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!! If he was trying to keep up the role of Michael, at this moment he dropped it completely. Having seen how low Rose sees herself, he just openly stands by her side and supporting her when someone else tries to break her down. And then he manifests to protect her from Eveline, facing her ire himself instead. And when he tells Rose to keep going and find that crystal, he sounds so desperate yet so determined to help her even if he suffers for it... OH MY GOOOOOD T_T

And yeah the way he just run up to Miranda - who was already in her powered-up evolved form - without any weapons but his own unbreakable determination and love for his daughter... the way he gets hurt and screams in pain and all he wants is for Rose to get to safety... but Rose is her dad's daughter and cannot leave him like this. She cannot walk away without talking to him on her own terms! And he sacrifices what little power he has left to help Rose, once again pushing through pain and death to protect her from being lost and used. I wanna SCREAM. I love them both so much 😭😭

And yeah mmm btw never feel bad about mentioning whump I mean you know I'm here for it 👀👀 the way he screamed when Miranda's attack impaled him? My baby boy <3 Todd Soley giving it his all again <3 On the other hand Rose is baby and nothing should ever happen to her like, ever. It's Ethan's job to get whumped in his daughter's place <3

And then he feels he failed her because she took her powers back to go back to him and defeat Miranda... but it was all Rose. Being "normal" did not matter to her anymore, what mattered to her was to have a chance to talk to her dad for real; and the way she took her powers back and she like, became so much more powerful she could evade Miranda and absorb her attacks to hit her back, because now she had accepted them as part of herself. It was not a mistake, it was not a sacrifice; and all Ethan wanted was for her to be happy, so he's not sad for her. He's proud. And he gets to move on knowing his daughter would do anything for him in return. She started off upset and confused because she didn't know him, and she ended up reciprocating the devotion he showed towards her. I am completely ruined by this, by the way :)

And I thought that his last words being "Goodbye, Rosemary" was devastating?? Boy I was NOT ready for "I'm so proud of you. I'm so very proud of you. I love you, Rose". The way those lines are delivered will probably stay with me like, forever. It may be less than 24 hours since I watched the playthrough, but they're already up on the top of my all-time favourite lines from fictional media. Once again, it's not only shamelessly so, it's proudly emotional and openly broken. It breaks them and it breaks us. They deserved this reconnection and we deserved crying like babies over it. I love it.

And yeah in the epilogue, considering Rose's powers would grow stronger since she's accepted them and is training with them, maybe her love for her dad on the day of his birthday was strong enough to manifest him back into reality. Unless proven otherwise we choose to believe so!

Feel free to talk to me more about it, I am certainly not done screaming talking about it myself :D 💙

#long post #long asks anon #Resident Evil Village #Shadows of Rose #shadows of rose spoilers #resident evil spoilers #Ethan Winters #Rosemary Winters #ask and ye shall receive

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Kad Bane is an incredibly mysterious person. I wonder where he came from? Who are his parents, what kind of childhood did he have and why did he decide to become a hunter and not someone else?

Something as far as a Cad Bane backstory can be so, so personal. I, of course, have my own ideas.

What we know in canon is that he came from New Tayana, one of Duro’s orbital cities, and that Cad lived in the Descent Ghetto, which was an area full of crime, scum and villainy.

We also know he had a childhood "best friend" who turned out to be a two-timer. He stole Bane's identity in a comic entitled "Bane vs. Bane." The way he dealt with him was very brutal to say the least. >D

Besides that, not much is known about him except that Jango Fett was said to be his mentor at some point, and that he later mentored his son. Briefly. He also acquired/got the idea for his gear from a Jedi impersonator in a comic called "Reputation," which is supposedly set in 24 BBY and shows us a glimpse of Bane before he makes it to the spotlight during the Clone Wars.

Everything else is up to interpretation. I at one time wrote up a little snippet of what I imagine his backstory to be like here.

The only thing I might change is the fact his mother is the one who inspired his full pseudonym, "Cad Bane" (which I can guarantee is not his real name). I want him to just refer to himself as Cad, and for Hondo Ohnaka to comment in his presence one day offhand to Jango Fett: "Es dis de fellow you said would be de Bane of yer existence?" in reference to training him. Bane snickers, Jango is annoyed at Hondo for telling him what he said, and Bane says ye' know what, Ah'm keepin' it," to be a dick, and thus calls himself Cad Bane from then on out. ;D HA.

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hello everyone, my name is hazel, welcome to my TedTalk- this is actually going to be a super long post, sorry!! but this is, in my honest opinion, why fall fair suite is actually a really, really good opening song (and is better in every way than uranium suite).

First, to get my bias out of the way, yes, one of the reasons is Jane Doe. Firstly, Jane is probably one of my favorite characters, and i love her- but also!! I might be incredibly stupid, but if im hearing correctly, the scale Jane sings in Fall Fair is the same as the scale she sings after her high notes in TBOJD (the ones after "Oh, my soul" and "Who I am") which is just,,, really cool!! And I love how it ties back into Jane's whole song :) I also personally think her two high notes at the end are meant to represent screaming, just like most people assume for TBOJD!! Im also just glad she's included because SHE DIED IN THE ACCIDENT TOO!! SHES JUST AS IMPORTANT AS EVERYONE ELSE!!

Aside from my,,, obvious bias, lets talk about the song itself!! It starts off very happy! The choir is talking about the fall fair!! Its so fun!! Yippeeeee!! But then Karnak starts talking, and it's like..kind of a punch in the gut even if you know the musical? Like… you hear him call it a eulogy and it's kind of a "haha what,,," and it slowly kind of hits you as it goes on and when he says "the now deceased st. cassian choir" its just. sobbing shaking. i am physically ill. AND TH. THE "i wish to give them a chance to express not what they were perceived to be, but what they dreamt they were." SCREAMING. THAT IS SO SAD.

AND THEN THE MOOD COMPLETELY DROPS (like the rollar coaster haha)??? And it starts with the slow piano music anD THEIR LITTLE SOLOS ACTUALLY KILL ME. I love how everyone gets a part (except jane :( ) and theyre so good and so jjust,,,, they tell their reactions so well in my opinion?? The "I wonder how can this be fair?" part. i am deceased. LIKE ITS LITERALLY A PUN? OR AT LEAST A PLAY ON WORDS?? But also the whole vibe of it is so,,,, hrrgh. And then Jane shows up but shes not there so its this spooky soprano lady singing a spooky scale-

"What a load of friggin' junk! That crusty carnie, clearly drunk! Sue that fair for everything they've got!" "But what's the point of even suing? Dead, we're done, there's no undoing. Nothing left to do except to rot!" JUNDJNFJnjFG THIS PART KILLS ME. I LOVE IT SO MUCH. OCEAN IS SO ANGRY AND LIKE,,, GGRRRR. Ocean is so upset that she died. She didn't want to even get on the ride (more on that later) and now she's dead becausse of it. She died on a roller coaster, of all things, and now she'll never mean anything to anyone and she'll never matter for anything besides her DEATH,,,, she's just going to be remmebered as some hippie's daughter that was in choir and died in a roller coaster accident like DJNjnFJNFFGFNJG im crying.

And then there's the slightly silly part and I KNOW the line "Now i know what YOLO really means" is supposed to be silly but it breaks my HEART. Like, Mischa. Bby. I WISH YOU STAYED ALIVE AND MARRIED THALIA,,, SHE IS REAL IN MY HEART AND THEY LOVED EACH OTHER,,,, but like,, that line hurts so much idk why

ALSO!! The "Life is just a dream" line echoes the progression in "It's just a ride" which is cool!! :D I really like that personally, I think it's a nice little reference tthere :>

Then the next part is in Uranium suite so. :)

BUT THE ROUND AND ROUND PART I PERSONALLY LOVE. AND THEN OCEAN SJNJDJNFJNNJD- THE FACT THAT SHE DIDNT FEEL SAFE ON THE RIDE AND DIDNT WANT TO GO??? IT HURTS ME SO BADLY. LIKE, OCEAN BBY NOOO- I WISH YOUD HAVE LISTENED TO YOUR INTUITION-

And then the way you think it ends, but it doesn't is so cool in my opinion?? And also the "we're never going back" is just. i love it. Then the progression of "but what really happens" is so good?? And Jane coming back in is honestly just,,, i love it. It reallly finishes the sound in my opinion :) i love jane so much and her soprano is so silly!!

Two more things I forgot to include!! First of all, Fall Fair being right before Jane Doe's Entrance is cool because along with Karnak's Dream of Life, it introduces her before she's officially introduced!! Like, "Oh, by the way, here's the mysterious soprano you guys heard earlier!" and I love it :)

ALSO!! Fall Fair Suite is the first song the whole choir sings together, and It's Just a Ride is the last song they all sing together and like,, the fact that they follow a similar motif at one point is like.. a nice little nod and i love it!! This musical you guys,,, they actually thought of EVERYTHING and its so good <3 <3 <3

Thank you all for reading this!! <3 + dont kill me if you like Uranium Suite no hate to it i just think Fall Fair Suite is really really good :)

#ride the cyclone #rtc #ocean oconnell rosenberg #ricky potts #constance blackwood #noel gruber #mischa bachinski #jane doe #karnak #fall fair suite #uranium suite #yippee!!#yet another hazel rant im really sorry

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Children of the Storm

Summary: A chance discovery leads Jedi Masters Uupa WneSuul, Oteg, and his Padawan Nariel Pridence to the unexplored world of Resh-Krenth 22813; a world its inhabitants call ‘Raudraksha’

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43158375/chapters/108466794

This is the beginning of my new work, the Book of Heroes. It’s a rework of my old stories from the ground up.

“Children of the Storm” is a prologue of sorts, a short story which introduces my new main lead, Vajra.

I’ll be posting chapter 2 in a couple of hours.

3658 BBY (5 BTC) System Designated: Resh-Krenth 22813; soon to be rechristened ‘Raudraksha’

The skies turned a pleasant shade of purple with the deepening dusk. A light snow fell down upon the hardened soil below. The nearby mountain stream was in full force from the recent rains, and the scent from unfamiliar flowers wafted through the air on the cold breeze.

Sergeant Tarsten of Remigold Squad stood alongside his eleven squadmates behind Jedi Masters WenSuul and Oteg. Oteg’s Padawan, the somewhat dim Nariel Pridence, stood at her Master’s side patiently. Ever the prim young lady, her hands tucked behind her back.

Before them stood several of the natives, two women and one man. The leader was one of the women, the shorter and older of the two. Shorter, but she still towered over all three Jedi, who were admittedly small in any crowd. They conversed with ZS-33 acting as the interpreter. Tarsten thought that Oteg was already starting to get the hang of the language.

Both parties’ escorts waited nearby, with weapons held in more relaxed poses now that it was clear that there would be no violence. There was just one Republic Squad, consisting of twelve soldiers, and their assigned protocol and astromech droids. The Natives, who called themselves the Raudra, numbered forty, not counting ten servants. All but two of them were women. Tarsten found these natives, especially the women, held the eye almost as well as Twi’leks did. They were gorgeous, with three dark eyes and skin that looked like a star-studded dusken sky.

Their muscles were slender and compact, and their simple garments revealed a fair amount of their midriff and shoulders. They wore carved jewellery of several kind of metals and precious stones. They had decorative tattoos on their lithe bodies. The three men had no facial hair, and were a little taller and muscular than the women.

The warriors all carried a short horn bow with arrows, a trident, a shield, and a pair of heavy short swords. They had leather armour which they had stowed away when the standoff cooled. The servants—who had taken cover behind rocks and trees until their leader had given them the all-clear—didn’t seem armed at all, except for items like knives. Flimsy ones too, useless in a fight.

“They really are something aren’t they?” Bredan sighed. “Simply gorgeous.”

“They have nothing on the Twi’leks,” Coop grunted.

“That’s your opinion, dori!” Tarsten laughed. “In my eyes, that margin is slim.”

“Three eyes...” Korin chuckled. “And what eyes they are!”

“Wonder what they’re talking about?” Bredan wondered. Several of the women were chatting particularly animatedly, eagerness alight in their gestures and lilting laughter.

The other interpreter, B8-DA, replied in its bored librarian voice. “They are talking about a festival that is to start tomorrow at dusk. They think that they can make it to their capital from here before the final day. They’re setting up a last-minute act together. That man over there is thinking of getting another set of armour as his is getting too small for him. The quieter women are discussing the ones who died slaying Darth Bellicose. There is to be a ceremony in their honour for their valour.” He listened another moment. “It seems that a child got caught up in the skirmish, and was orphaned in the violence.” Tarsten thought he was imagining it, but was that a tinge of sorrow in the droid’s voice?

“Damned Sith,” Bredan spat. “Even worse than the Hutts!”

“Hutts would have enslaved them,” Tarsten reminded him. “Not sure who’s worse of the two.”

“Sith enslave too.”

“Because they’re sadistic, not for profit,” Korin chimed in. “Which is worse?”

“To be honest, I hate assholes who grin and say ‘strictly business, nothing personal’ before slapping a collar round your neck,” Tarsten shivered.

Tarsten turned at the sound of footsteps. Several of the warriors were approaching; both men and several of the women. The one in the lead, one of the males, said something in a strong but friendly voice.

“Have we angered you in some way?” Bait translated.

“Was that all there was to it?” Captain Toramad had joined them. “Sounded like there was more to it.”

Bait was the opposite of most protocol and interpreter droids. He did not speak nearly as much, clarifying the nitty gritty the way most such droids tended to. It was a blessing and a curse. He did not get underfoot like them, but he often paraphrased.

“Their words are a little big, is all,” Bait grumbled. “Unnecessary padding. But perhaps quite pleasing to the ears. Quite unusual for a primitive civilisation. I suspect we will find poets and singers aplenty in their cities.”

“Tell them that we were discussing the Sith,” Tarsten told him. “That we know how those bastards just take whatever they want and kill thousands just to make a point. Tell them we heard them discussing their dead, and remembered our own fallen, as well as other people just as bad.”

The Droid complied, and faces darkened, some with rage, others with sorrow and pain.

One of the women said something, and Bait said. “May we sit with you? We can drink to our fallen together.”

“We accept.”

Tarsten knew that at least some of his squad was more interested in drinking with the sexy locals than an impromptu memorial, but it was difficult to pass up an opportunity to turn away free booze.

The man whispered something, and his brother-in-arms walked away to speak with a group of servants. They nodded at whatever was being said, and hastened to the cart they had stowed their supplies in. Soon they returned with several clay casks and cups.

The Raudra sat down in a messy semicircle, and the good folks of Ardent Company copied their example and formed the other half. Servants handed out the cups and began filling them with liquor. It was interesting to see a four-armed species doing this kind of task.

Once all cups were filled, the Captain raised his cup and said “To our fallen loved ones, gone too soon… but not forgotten.” The others echoed the words and swallowed. The brew did not burn the throat as badly as some did, but still had an appreciable kick hidden within.

Tarsten lowered the cup from his lips to find the Raudra staring at them, a few looking mildly offended. One of the older women clicked her tongue and said something which broke the spell.

One of the people that Tarsten had assumed was a servant walked into the middle of the ring and began reciting a hymn as all the Raudra closed their eyes and held their cups in all four hands. The hymn got over quickly enough, less than twenty seconds, and then they all opened their eyes and gulped down their drinks.

“She said ‘Our ways are not their ways’,” Bait explained without prompting. Tarsten felt a little heat in his cheeks unrelated to the ale. “Apologize for us, will you?”

Bait Complied, and the group just chuckled.

“Do you pray for your dead?” One woman asked, with Bait translating. “Do you sing?”

“Sometimes,” the Captain replied. “We just have small speeches.”

“That feels insufficient somehow,” Bait translated one’s remark. “How can you show your feelings of love, loss, pain, or joy without music?” as another, with another “It is simply not their way!” as the older woman from before reminded them. “We love music, relishing the note in every breath… but they might have other interests. Do they, perhaps, dance when they can? Paint? Carve statues?”

“All of the above,” Tarsten confirmed. “But we’re simply not that into art of any kind, except in its proper place. I don’t know why.”

Every set of three-eyed faces looked incredulous at such an utter lack of artistic expression.

The servants were quick to help clean up once the brief remembrance was over, then began making preparations for supper. With delicious smells filling the air, the warriors pressed Tarsten and the others with questions, now curious about how different the ‘lands beyond the skies’ were.

The soldiers tried to answer their questions honestly, but couldn’t help exaggerate every now and then. Bredan and Korin, among others, were quick to make sexual innuendos and references to their virility every chance they could, but it appeared that Bait sanitized the dialogue, going by the lack of either interest or disgust.

“It is regarded a bad idea to flirt with primitive species,” Tarsten recalled. “Most primitives have archaic view on copulation. Some see it as holy, finding the thought of casual sex repugnant. Others were quick to descend into orgies at the slightest provocations, orgies which might sometimes had unintended consequences like allergic reactions or diseases. Sometimes even death, if a species responded to poor performances violently.”

Eventually, the elder from before had a question which got Tarsten’s attention.

“Which of you are the women, and which the men?”

“We’re all men,” the Captain replied. “Except for Wency, Darri, and Shei.”

The woman gapsed.

“How can you send so many of your men into battle?” she asked. “Do you have many?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Wait a minute,” Coop spoke up. “Ask them what their gender ration is.”

Bait replied. “Approximately one male in every ten births. Every child is precious, but a male, even more so.”

“But… that doesn’t make sense! Most primitive cultures would aim to subjugate the weaker sex.”

“The society is largely matriarchal it seems. The men retain their independence because Rudra—” the droid looked confused for a second. “Oh, I see. ‘Rudra’ is their main deity, and legendary ancestor. And they, the ‘Raudra’ are his descendants. Anyway, Rudra defeated a large snake who tried to enslave them, and declared that none of his descendants shall ever have their freedom taken away from them. In accordance with his wishes, no one is constrained by anything save tradition. Even the servants are not slaves.” For a second, B7 muttered a few Raudra words under his breath and said “You know, I’m starting to take a shine to their language!”

Soon afterwards, the Jedi and their leaders finished their deliberations, and returned to their respective groups. All of them seemed rather absorbed in their own thoughts, as though much had been learned on both sides.

Conversation reached a lull among the grunts too. They ate dinner in contemplative silence, after which the Raudra sang and danced hypnotically to entertain their guests, playing handheld percussive instruments.

Everyone went to bed early, with the Raudra insisting that they would take the watch as the Republic soldiers were their guests.

Tarsten and the others had a good night’s sleep for once, better than they’d had in quite a while.

#swtor #swtor fanfiction #my swtor #Star Wars The Old Republic #Star wars

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That was the funniest fucking thing and really just nailed almost every fanfic of them ever. And the thing is, half that isn’t even that bad. Because they can do all that but why is it always either gross or just never explained? Blossom especially because she can be stressed but who the fuck died and gave her that job when, realistically, she’d have had to fight to be able to have some control over their missions or whatever seeing as she’s both a girl and a child? And then the blues is just something else entirely😭 I will say though, it always confuses me when fanfic authors allow for Boomer to somehow be a genius but then never give Butch that chance? Is it just a quick and easy way to slide in their favorite abusive/dominate the ‘different girl’ trope? It’s also misogynistic in so many ways cause why’s Boomer smart and then Bubbles isn’t if the only reason Brick was made smart was so he’d be a counter to Blossom? Is this just to shove dumb blonde needs saving? Also, enough give me my himbos!! I’m so glad so many of these tropes have slowly started to fade away and here’s to hoping even more follow, especially the reds are gods oh my fucking god if I have to read one more story (that’s usually pretty well written with an intriguing plot!!!) about how sad and lonely and hated Blossom is and how she’s the most powerful ever but also nobody understand except her sworn enemy who she cannot love because of whatever rules she made up, then I’m gonna lose it. I love these losers so much and it sucks seeing some of them in abusive relationships and then seeing the girls especially have to give up so much of themselves and their development just to be with some boys. If anything, the boys would cling to the girls like they’re life support. If they’re gonna turn good, who better to learn from than the goodest™️? Which just opens up a brilliant story of friendships and team building that has lots of plotlines, with one of the main ones being the boys steady journey to turning a new leaf, like with Another Buttercrush and the boys having to ease back in via power restrictions and community service.

I was just nodding my head, reading along, and then you added the stuff about Another Buttercrush and had an "oh shit, I know that story lol" moment. Thank you! I know too much about the law that, realistically, the boys wouldn't be able to escape some kind of punishment for their past actions. Townsville would be stupid for denying the help of three extra super-powered people, but they have to make their citizens believe they have authority over the boys, so boom, power restrictions. That's boiled down politics, bby.

and it takes some of the pressure off the girls. Yeah, the girls would like the boys to be good, but they can't be judge, jury, and executioner. A lot of fanfics leave out how influential Townsville is in the girls' origin story. I believe it would be just as influential in the boys' redemption arc, and it gives the writers a chance to explore the boys outside of the girls and invent new conflicts, like person v society, instead of just person v person.

And if you're able to remove the sets of triplets from each other in this way, this also improves the girls' characters as well. Setting up a person v society conflict would allow fanfic writers to not only show how Townsville affects the boys but also allow you to explore why Blossom would feel stressed out about being a leader or why Bubbles feels the need to be infantilized not just in the context of their personal relationships with the boys, but as individuals.

However, I don't think most ppl come to this fandom for those deep dives into Townsville, and that's fine. Some people strictly want romance, which, like you were saying, anon, can be done in so many different ways that aren't determinantal to the girls or the boys. But until more ppl want that, we aren't going to get much more variety in stories. It's seriously not fun writing for three notes ngl, so I understand why ppl cut/paste the same boring, overdone, and problematic characterizations since those tropes get traction.

Nearly every time I try to write something serious, I have to sit there and remind myself that fanfic isn't literature in the traditional sense. People don't care about themes and plot lines when they're reading it. They care about their fave characters getting what they feel their fave character deserves. And it's a lil' depressing, but at the very least, I know a few people who agree with us!

In sum:

#anon asks #long post #characterization woos

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