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re-bee-key · 1 year
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Im sorry wizards. For trying to start a war with you. If Im honest, as an old boney soldier, i just miss the old wars and I guess by trying to start a new one I was trying to rekindle the old glory days. Im a fool and stuck in the past. Hopefully I can be forgiven and skeletons and wizards can be friends.
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engagemythrusters · 5 months
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Given that there are only two possibilities of real hair being shown in Queen Amidala's outfit ensembles (both by Sabe and Padme), I do wholly believe that it is a rule (written or unwritten) that queens of Naboo must cover their hair. I WILL go into depth if asked.
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undertheredhood · 6 months
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from the tiny snippets i've been seeing of gotham war on tumblr, i don't think there's a way for jason and bruce's relationship to ever be okay again, especially not after what bruce did to jason
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rawliverandgoronspice · 8 months
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It's always so very strange to me that some people seem to think I want Ganondorf to not be a war criminal and do nothing wrong and be little uwu baby when... like, I know people often don't follow the fanwork produced by a given blog and it's completely cool and neat and fine, but.
In Descant, not only do I explore some of the horrible stuff he does, I'm *adding* war crimes. I'm like, making him more indefensible.
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jewishcissiekj · 4 months
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Did you guys know they fucking named Asajj's first ship (a starfighter) the same name her second ship (a starship) already had. It bothers me every time I remember it. And I thought it was the other way arond but her Starfighter was only named in 2022.
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I think they just. forgot that was the wrong ship lol Still a Banshee Ginivex-class fanblade starfighter fan. Justice for her she's so much better than the ship originating in the Dark Disciple arc concept art
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voidartisan · 1 year
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Idea that’s been living in my head for a very long time: Double role swap AU where Anakin is a senator and Obi-Wan is the leader of his home planet and Padme and Satine are Jedi
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opens-up-4-nobody · 1 year
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Boruto things that made me lose my mind (ep 62-93):
Sasuke: I'm taking boruto onto the battlefield with me ✌️
Naruto @ boruto: sorry for treating u like a child and not a child soldier
Shikadai: *worried abt his friend boruto* shikamaru: yea I was the same abt naruto (no. Ur son is worried abt his friend. U were worried abt ur pride. Don't pretend u and naruto were friends)
Shout out to Boruto's 2 daddies for allowing their son to kill a God at age 12
What the fuck am I supposed to feel abt gender fluid orochimaru???
Last week boruto killed a God, this week a sleazy actor creeps on chocho... and he really looks like an adult...
Boruto writers: chocho is beautiful just the way she is... but we will continue to use her weight as a joke
I hate every member of team 5 in both personality and character design
Mitsuki @ orochimaru: it doesn't matter if you're my mother or father. As long as I kno ur essence, that's what matters (...ok but I cannot fathom the implication that orochimaru's essence is anything but evil)
The only personal items in Mitsuki's house are pill bottles and a framed photo of boruto beside his bed. That's pretty unnerving.
I think it says a lot about that those 2 horrible old advisors r still around and their opinions still hold weight. If I were naruto, I would not let them back in the office. Ever. Like bro they were instrumental in ur mistreatment
Suigetsu: that's LORD orochimaru! (Dude y r u putting respect on his name? Didn't he keep u locked naked in a tube at one point?)
The white snake sage has the fucking goofiest accent in the English dub
...boruto made as summoning contract with a giant snake... but instead of summoning him from a snake realm... I think the snake burrowed into his soul? Bc the snake is showing up in the same internal place as kurama does for naruto. Weird.
Mitsuki is the most gay
Boruto @ villian with pulsating mass attached to his chest: how did u get that heart?! (Boruto what the fuck do u think a heart looks like????)
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kvberhearts · 7 months
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listen
the thing abt the ahsoka show for me is. it just. it feels. it feels like a weird fan adaptation of rebels. it feels like they just went hey. what if we made really good cosplay and did a rebels sequel, i have a set we can use and some sick computer effects and graphics.
which is not a bad thing! it just! doesn't feel like it fits!
it feels like they've got the spirit of the characters, but they're just! not exactly right!
i know i'm gonna watch it bc i have to know post rebels things (that I can then choose to ignore) but. yeah.
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cestacruz · 2 days
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Mmm Jeanne
#servants cant learn new stuff (i'll talk about jalter in a second) therefore#jeanne shouldnt know how to read or write#we actually Dont get a confirmation that she can do those things in summer 3. because the book that jalter thought jeanne wrote#was actually Her own book#jeanne works with marie. maybe she comes up with the ideas and does rough drawings that marie would be Delighted to bring to life#marie reads to jeanne is my image#jalter taught herself how to read and write and i think that was possible because of the unstability of her existence#if you try to teach jeanne how to read and write it will stick for a second but if like idk 15-20 min pass she would likely find herself#unable to read again and her writting to be suboptimal#she can sign her own name ofc thats historical#she can recite the bible from memory iirc#i love jalter's ability to be her own person even if it comes with the fact that she is very much. an ephemeral dream#like her FCKING SKILL IS CALLED.#WHY MUST YOU HURT ME LIKE THIS FGO#anyway. now jeanne again but physical#oughhh thank u for the support in the tags when i said jeanne should have self image issues because she looked different in life#i hadnt fully talked bout it i just went with hair but yeah. i need to check again because im pretty sure her body wasnt Suuuper different#but i just gotta confirm#but im just so i love the idea of her just not liking the way she manifested abd not knowing Why she manifested like that#when there are Countless depictions of her with her short brown hair#sieg looks to the side whistling (its not his fault but he knows the pseudo servant part#and its probably a mix of . fate apocrypha's manifestation and of how some people imagined jeanne looked like#but it still upsets her#not that she'd ever complain to people#you can probably get it out of her tho#unrelated and only to those who reached this far: im thinking of a singularity set in 15th century orleans in the Middle of the hundred year#war. but the difference aint “oh jeanne d'arc came back to life evil” rather than “there seems to be a battle here where it shouldnt and oh#my god is that jeanne- oh god jeanne d'arc fucking died--#and chaldeas has to try and fix the war without living breathing jeanne d'arc#actually thats not the middle of the 100yearwar but yknow what i mean. also haha jk unless...
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diah-the-demon · 8 months
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still trying to find posters for my room
its so hard to choose
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mwolf0epsilon · 1 year
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Whumptober Day 11: "911, What's your Emergency?"
Prompt: Sloppy Bandages, Self-Done First Aid & Makeshift Splint
Summary: The plan was never to go anywhere near the Coruscant Guard barracks. Sponge had only gone out to walk Beautiful before they both retired to bed. They couldn't ignore when she started signalling for injury whenever they passed by one of the patrolling guardsmen...
[I mentioned wanting to write this once, and it seemed like the appropriate time to do so. Hope y'all don't mind if I borrow some medics @kkrazy256 , @purgetrooperfox , @lost-on-kamino and @gaeasun]
THIS STORY IS ALSO ON AO3
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Contrary to popular belief, even the reclusive and often argumentative Sponge liked getting out of the barracks once in a while. Not to go clubbing at 79's or catch up with anyone in particular, mind you, but to simply stretch their legs and get some fresh air (or as fresh as Coruscant's air filtration system could allow for).
The peace and quiet of the medbay was nice and all (and organizing the supplies was a fairly easy way to relax after a long day of filling medical report updates), but one couldn't simply evade some much needed exercise nor the need for some newer sights and sounds.
Mental stimulation that did not involve mending injuries, lecturing others for their reckless shenanigans, or any sort of blaster fire, were a must for a medical practitioner.
Nevermind the fact that maybe (just maybe), Sponge would very much prefer to have one or two minutes where they didn't hear the voice of another vod. Because as much as they loved Coric's, Kix's, Pitch's and Twitch's company, they too grated on their nerves sometimes. Especially when their social meter was at its very limit.
All anti-social behavior aside, Beautiful couldn't go without walkies. To dare think such a thing was an heinous crime.
Leash in hand, armour discarded in favour of their medical officer's fatigues that they almost never wore, tired expression upon their face, and barghest wagging her tail so hard her entire rear-end shook with excitement, Sponge took the nearest lift that lead to the bottom floor of the GAR barracks without much of a thought.
They nodded their head in acknowledgement at a few passing brothers (some baring 501st blue and others displaying various other battalion colours barring corrie red), before walking out into the Coruscanti night.
The cantankerous medic practically let their beloved companion drag them wherever she pleased. Beautiful was often as cooped up indoors as they were, so it was only fair that she got to decide where the rare nightly walk would take them. Where Sponge liked going out to wander about and clear their mind, Beau loved her carefree runs and the wonderful experience of sampling new smells, or even new treats if the vendors that were around weren't bastards about serving a clone and their pet.
That was what they had in mind for the night. Just a quick jog, maybe find someone who'd part with some street-food, let Beautiful do her business, and then return to base.
In and out.
They did not anticipate the barghest suddenly halting and sniffing the air with a most perturbed look in her usually placid face. Nor did they expect her to turn to stare at a nearby alleyway, before taking on a very familiar stance. One Sponge had specifically trained her to take on, for a rather important task.
Beautiful was signalling for medical help. There was someone in that alleyway and they were injured.
Sponge couldn't help but frown at this. The thought of bringing a first-aid kit with them had never crossed their mind. It shouldn't be something they needed to think of when they weren't on duty, and taking their barghest out for a walk was as good as any way to say that they were most definitely off the clock.
But they weren't the sort of person to ignore when someone needed their help. And Beautiful, bless her soul, certainly wasn't the kind of creature to ignore someone in need of help.
It was why she'd been so easy to train to sniff out medical emergencies. She was eager to do the job. Very good at it too.
Hopefully whatever the stranger in the alleyway needed wouldn't require stitches or anything fancier than improvised bandaging and support, until they could call for proper help. Surely there would be a guardsman patrolling nearby that they could ask assistance from.
Imagine their surprise upon approaching the alleyway when they realized that, yes, there was in fact a guardsman around...
But they were the one currently injured...
"What in blue blazes...?" The lone corrie was in bad shape. That much they could see with a passing glance. The vod's armour cracked open in various places, scuffed right down to the base, and paint chipped away messily.
He was laying on the ground, head lolling from side to side in what they could only assume was an attempt to clear the fogginess of unconsciousness from his mind.
A concussion, perhaps? No time to dwell on what it could be.
"Trooper, sitrep."
Call them callous for cutting to the chase like that, but Sponge was never one for formalities when they were presented with potentially serious injuries. Whatever had happened to this guardsman had cracked the protective shell encasing him, and they weren't about to offer small talk.
And it seemed to do the job just fine...
One visible glazed eye temporarily focused on their scowling face, then seemed to dart away from it to inspect their fatigues Sponge was wearing. Whatever briefly tense body-language the trooper had been carrying upon being addressed, melted away completely.
The sight of a medic must have been a relief.
"G-Got.... Got jumped...." The filter on the helmet was broken, revealing a far too young voice. This corrie was barely 8 it seemed. The visor of his helmet was broken on the right side, partially exposing the wounded vod's face and revealing the youthfulness that shouldn't be there. Along with the blood of course. "Three... Three assailants. Drunk... I c-couldn't... Couldn't fight them off..."
And Sponge could see why. And it wasn't just the fact this poor kih'vod was nowhere near done growing up.
Although most of the injuries looked new (the visible bruising still coming in after such a brutal beat-down), one thing stood out to the medic as they knelt down to assess the damage. This guardsman was walking around with what they could only assume was a makeshift split. The sloppily done up bandages keeping it together looking slightly yellowed and fraying at the ends.
"You were singled out..." It comes out without a thought. They're not entirely sure why, as usually they try to keep their thoughts to themselves unless something was absolutely aggravating enough that it got them on a mad rant.
The trooper nods slowly, much to their horror.
"B-Biggest g-guy... Broke my arm last week..." The kih'vod croaks out in between wheezes. The poor thing needs immediate attention, as there is a high chance he has a perforated lung. "The commander... H-he assigned me a n-new route... They s-still found me..."
Before Sponge can inquire any further on what the kid means, Beau starts to whine loudly. They glance her way and notice she's staring out the alleyway now. Signaling once more for injury. They don't need to get up to see what she's found now. The injured party is headed their way, and something coils in the pit of the medic's stomach when their eyes land on the two new guardsmen that enter the alleyway (likely in search of their missing vod'ika).
They are wobbling. Visibly. Be it from whatever wounds they are concealing beneath their scuffed armour or from exhaustion, Sponge does not know.
But their instincts as a medical officer are never wrong. Neither is Beau's response to these sorts of situations.
One is using a pole as some kind of walking aid. It has had grips fashioned out of scrap materials, so it's likely this particular vod has needed this improvised crutch for a while now. The other also sports a makeshift splint like the little brother Sponge and Beau had stumbled upon in the alleyway. Unlike the kih'vod's however, the new guardsman's splint and bandages look neater. Fresher.
Their posture is ramrod stiff and unsure upon seeing Sponge and Beau. Bordering on frightened even. They both relax when they see their fatigues. Seemingly appeased by the neutrality of them.
Something needs to be done, and Sponge decides to hell with whatever simple night they were hoping for.
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It takes about 3 minutes for Sponge and the two silent corries to find something to use as a stretcher to carry the third battered one. Without access to medical equipment there's no way of telling the severity of the kih'vod's state (although outwardly it certainly doesn't look good), and Sponge isn't willing to risk exacerbating any probable neck injuries.
It takes 1 minute to properly secure the injured guardsman and, despite their own obvious injuries, the other two carry their fellow brother in red rather effectively. They seem capable of walking off their own ailments (likely out of habit, which is a disconcerting thought), and the only indication of any sort of issue is that the one that uses the pole for support needs to go at a slower pace.
It takes 30 minutes to make it to the Coruscant Guard HQ, and what Sponge finds awaiting them is a complete nightmare scenario. Which shouldn't be that much a surprise, considering every clone in red and white that they pass by is quickly assessed by Beau and singled out as being injured in some way or form.
Every.
Single.
One.
Of.
Them.
The 501st medic's eye is twitching rather sporadically by the time they are indoors. Their leg bouncing uneasily once they also get the news that, unfortunately, this broken soldier they have been helping transport needs to go into the barracks because the medbay is at full capacity.
Why in karking sith-hells the corrie medbay is at full capacity, is something they are both dying and quite frankly terrified of find out...
They'd only ever seen something like this on Umbara, and the trauma was still oh so very fresh on their mind.
Scratch that. This was somehow worse.
Barracks was putting it kindly. The two (somehow fit for duty) troopers that had silently performed their duties beside them, had taken Sponge to something that looked like a storage room. A very tiny storage room that smelled vaguely of mold and sweaty bodies.
Minimalism was often regarded as the most modernized form of architectural art by the rich and well off. White walls, white furniture, white everything. Kaminocore if you could pardon the absurdity of the jargon.
The GAR barracks and its clone denizens believed in the opposite. Every wall full of color, painted decals, posters and handmade decorations of all shapes and sizes. Sometimes if you got lucky you got a gift from a particularly nice natborn that you could put on display.
The Guard barracks were bare-bones. Cracked unpainted walls, damp spots due to terrible insulation and pipework, scavenged objects that had clearly been taken from the trash and haphazardly repaired to be used as some means of creature comforts. It felt like a prison despite attempts to cozy it up. Nothing like the homeliness of the quarters Sponge was familiar with.
All beds (or bed-frames serving as beds, with their mattresses on the floor to compensate for the lacking number of available cots) were taken by vode that Beau whined and howled at because she was sick and tired of signaling so desperately for injured.
The makeshift stretcher ends up on the floor. The two troopers sitting besides the battered brother they'd been carrying with twin motions of defeat. Sponge doesn't know any of their names but they have seen that sort of body language before.
Crushed spirits were hard to ignore once you knew what to look for.
Needless to say, there's no medical supplies that they can ask for. The number of sick and clearly dying that are just in the barracks alone tells them that much.
Sponge doesn't know what has caused this. Doesn't know if it's just always like this, or if something happened recently to completely overcrowd the medbay and subsequently the barracks.
But they do know one thing: They're about to make it everyone's problem.
Beautiful in tow, knuckles paper-white from holding her leash in a tight grip, the medic begins to search for their intended target. Begins the search for answers and a potential solution.
They could go directly towards the marshal commander's office and demand to know what the fuck this was all about. Demand to know why in haran commander Fox hadn't requisitioned any aid from any available battalions that were currently on leave. But that was a conversation they'd prefer to have later once they actually applied some protocols that may help.
Right now they wanted to meet with someone a little more qualified for the job. Someone that, if circumstances called for it, could outrank any other commanding officer in the nearest vicinity.
Thankfully the medbay isn't hard to find. Ordering Beau to stop before she begins the torturous run around calling out for help, is a little harder. She's on edge, the poor thing.
Little Force Gods above, some of the sick were performing first aid on themselves with little more than primitive supplies.
And the only medics he can see (one with red and white hair, another with a half-moon tattoo, and the last wearing fatigues and looking to be administering what they could only assume was a sedative to a trembling clone without legs), were running all around the medbay. Providing what little help they could to their charges despite the three of them looking just as disheveled and ready to drop as the patients.
The level of concern has breached the charts. It was off the scales and Sponge knew drastic measures were likely the only way to put an end to whatever the hell was going on.
"I'm looking for the CMO." They don't introduce themselves, don't even let the three present medics inquire about their presence or identity at their own pace. They just startle and look towards the door, surprised to see a fourth unfamiliar clone in medic fatigues, leashed barghest in hand.
"That would be me...?" The one with red and white hair approaches as he seemingly snaps to attention.
Sponge takes in the framed glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, as well as the white coat and blue latex gloves that contrast against the dreariness of the medbay. The scars on his face tell a story. One that they suspect is older than the horrors of this position.
They don't dare ask. It's rather impolite to do so.
"Are we getting a new transfer?" The one with the half-moon tattoo asks no one in particular, seeming confused before addressing the one that stepped forward to answer Sponge. "Remedy, did Fox mention anything about a new medic...?"
"With how swamped he's been after the riot..." The one still holding the needle shrugged. He looks wary of their presence, which the 501st medic doesn't fault them for. They'd also wrinkle their nose at the sight of a stranger in their workplace. Even if said stranger was a fellow clone. "Doubt we'd hear anything until next Prime Day, Nocte..."
"As if that's Fox's fault Croissant." Half-moon, Nocte apparently, frowned slightly at the endearingly named Crossaint's, response. With a grip like that on the needle he was still holding, Sponge doubted he was a sweet as they were soft.
Which wasn't a lot.
"You're the CMO." Sponge repeated, staring at Remedy in contemplation. They opted with ignoring the other two completely for now, as they didn't feel like they needed to address them for this temporary plan to work.
All in due time.
"Yes... ?" Remedy responded, eyes slowly trailing down to look at Beautiful for the briefest second. They darted back up to try to figure out why Sponge was here. Or who they were. Or both.
"Ok good... Beautiful." Sponge glanced down at their most loyal companion. The barghest stood at attention, staring up at them with her 6 inquisitive red eyes. "Eat him."
Almost immediately the rather compact mass of muscle that was Beau, lunged towards her designated target. A datapad and the pair of glasses practically flew as the vod was bowled over, his shrieking cut off as the barghest eagerly began to lick his face while sitting on him.
The other two medics (and every single other conscious corrie in the room) are shocked into silence, staring at their superior officer who's now effectively pinned under the full weight of a large animal with a maw full of wicked looking teeth.
Then they stare back up at Sponge who merely huffs.
"Oh dear... It appears the CMO is currently indisposed." They stated calmly as if they hadn't ordered their pet to sit on a fellow medical officer themselves. "Seeing as a lack of an on duty chief medical officer and medical amenities, is a direct violation of this branch of Republican military... I suppose the right thing to do is for me to message my own CMO, who is a part of a sister branch of said Republican military and thusly allowed to take jurisdiction if circumstances present themselves, and request for immediate aid."
Both Nocte and Croissant looked absolutely flabbergasted by the monotonous announcement. Remedy just looked like he'd given up on the spot as Beau continued to lick him.
"Very well then..." Sponge shrugged and began to make their way back out the door. They stopped to look at Remedy. "She likes pats on her hind-quarters, like playing a drum... And don't give her anything even if she tries to beg, she's already been fed and she knows it."
Sponge doesn't await an answer nor has any qualms turning their back on everyone else. They know they won't be attacked. Instead walking out the door and letting Beau keep the corrie CMO occupied, until they could have all available medics from the 501st (and whatever other battalion they could contact) invade the Guard HQ with first-aid kits in hand.
They were already comming Pitch, not trusting the shitty signal they got on Coruscant to let them message Coric directly.
They also made sure to message Kix and Twitch who'd no doubt rush towards the corrie medbay before anyone else got there. They'd likely be able to get information out of Remedy, Nocte and Croissant due to being relatively more sociable and likeable than Sponge was.
Next stop... Pay the marshal commander of the Guard a lovely visit. If what Croissant had implied was to be believed, they might be able to subdue Fox fairly quickly, and dig for answers themselves.
They had a feeling they weren't going to like what they were about to walk into however...
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andi-o-geyser · 1 year
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why are there no t-shirts in star wars? putting a cutesy image on a crew cut or even like? a popular band logo? feels so obvious that its insane it hasn’t been done at all in the entire universe. actually, not just t-shirts, but straight up graphic tees should exist! where are all the god damn graphic tees? not everyone is a literal monk or fashion model, and i know for a fucking fact graphic tees with the cantina band’s faces should be all over coruscant at the very least. mind boggling. discuss
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lochley · 7 months
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i think i can sometimes fast track lyta and g'kar's closeness early on in their couple years together but it's like... they're roommates in a cramped space who spend long stretches of time seeing literally no one else while traveling so they can speedrun their relationship a little as a treat.
#og#and probably have some explosive clashes as well because that does sound kinda like hell#but anyway i think about this a lot with babyfic au because she'd have to get pregnant quite early given the limited span of time#especially bc i want her to still have some time with the baby before fucking off to the resistance#and like ultimately no none of that would be very good for anyone involved but also#a big point of it apart from wish fulfillment is to give her something to go home to and therefore be less#reckless in the war so she doesnt Die j;lkalksdjf so it's kind of a necessity... and also wish fulfillment lol#bc i could just have her happen to live for other reasons or bc she has g'kar to come home to etc etc#and it could still be an accidental pregnancy thing and it could play out WITHOUT all the chaos and pressure of a looming war#but it's more fun this way <3#no at that point in her life lyta is definitely not equipped to take care of a whole other person she can barely take care of herself#i probably should not put her through any of that especially given the emotional insanity of it all and the accidental nature#but also. it's just another fun way to fast track quite a bit lmao bc otherwise there's too much self destruction#and not enough time or motivation to pull her out of it before the war happens (even tho faking her death is ALSO very much a possibility)#but i worry that it comes off as like 'oh having a baby will TOTALLY fix a person <3' when no lol it's awful timing for her#and even the decision to keep it is something i probs have not handled very sensitively either given irl political issues#bc there is that element of the vorlons making her body equipped for this without her knowing + seeing herself as a vessel undertones#so if she were someone who didn't want to go through that and felt forced to it would be a different story but imo it's... not#it's a normalcy she actually wants but can't accept yet - and idk if i ever was clear enough on that i guess?#like she has to justify it via being a vessel and being a way to carry out the narn deal etc until she can process that this is#something she wants and that she's actually doing this for reasons the war is going to keep her from actually enjoying or seeing through#it's just another normal thing she should be allowed to do if she wants to! but even when looking at corps breeding views#it's Another thing that contributes to the vessel self-justification that makes her downplay what it all actually means#and when she's so set on dying in the war she has to dig into those justifications to ignore how much she wants this for herself#idk i need to stop feeling like i need to justify my silly little AUs it's just for fun it's just something im thinking of a bit#that's kind of the issue of carrying these things out in standalone oneshots with an overarching theme is it's just...#pieces of it rather than 1 cohesive narrative with the correct sensitivities ALL across every piece of it#and while those fics are all private now i still do question how i've come off about it in the past#tl;dr i just. never wanted to have the idea of lyta downplaying what it means to actually have a baby you don't want#come across as some weird statement on irl political issues when... she did actually want it and was just lying to herself ja;lkdslkfj
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dransnake · 9 months
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hot take: i should be allowed to be silly in non-competitive situations
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emperorapologist · 9 months
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every time i think about cyberspunk 77 i get so fkn mad lol they really fucked that one up but even if they hadnt, theres still so much about it that is shitty and i could make an hour long essay about it
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journen · 2 years
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I hope we will learn more details about the early story concept of Cody on Tatooine with Obi in the future… but we probably wont lol.
I just have so many questions. Was this ever seriously considered by the show runners as a potential story?? Was it just an idea the writer low key shared with someone else and then didnt pursue any further? Did the story get shot down for any specific reason? I mean ofc i kinda understand some reasons why they didnt go with it but id love to know the exact reasons lol.
😩😩😩😩
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