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bozers · 8 months ago

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Random Mk character headcanons Pt.1 THE MENFOLK

Raiden

Sweaty. Sweats like a mf even when he isn't working. Has to wear undershirts to combat the waterfall coming off him.

Never struggled with anger issues until becoming a champion and getting the amulet.

Secretly a bit freaky. Is down for pretty much anything eye emoji

Reiko

Has a mild ED. Was worse when he was younger, but he's getting better about it. Used to hoard food. Struggles with body dysmorphia due to unrealistic expectations, comparing himself to Shao ( a completely different species...)

Allergic to cats.

Loves the ocean. Dreams of one day owning his own boat to take out sailing whenever he wants.

Kung Lao

Weirdly enough? Introvert. Raiden is one of very few people who doesn't deplete his social battery.

Struggles with bouts of depression. Self medicates with Marijuana.

He is incredibly secure in himself and none of his confidence is an act. That doesn't mean he can't get discouraged sometimes, but he won't try and hide disappointment behind false smiles.

MOAR BELOW vvvvv

Johnny Cage

Struggled with contamination OCD tendencies all his life and coped using substances. His lifestyle is in direct conflict with his illness and it acts like immersion therapy in a way.

Cancer runs in his family so he is vigilant about getting screened once a year.

Life in Hollywood almost crushed him into an apathetic cynic, but somehow, he has managed to stay hopeful if not a bit delusional at times. His hunger for recognition rivaled only by his boundless curiosity.

Smoke

He had a tongue ring for many years and wants to eventually get a tattoo but can't settle on a design.

Can "Slav Squat" and isn't shy about showing off to friends.

Struggles with unhealthy attachment styles.

Rain

Is actually an extrovert. He may think himself above others, but he still requires validation and gets sad if he doesn't get to talk to those close to him.

Iron deficient

If he had never been appointed as High Mage, he would have gone on to teach magic theory at the academy.

Geras

He may be immortal, but that doesn't mean he just sits in a room all day. Geras is endlessly curious, as this is a core part of his very being. Observing and learning new things is both his primary function and an endless font of joy.

He knows how lonely Liu Kang is. Knows that even he can't fill the void left in his masters heart. Time for him is just a function, whereas for Liu Kang, it is and endless road of isolation

Will search up humans in funny situations on the hourglass to watch. It's like his version of FAILARMY.

Liu Kang

Is and has been incredibly lonely for eons. He really thought he would fill the void after reuniting with his old friends, but the feeling isn't the same. They don't know him. Not really.

Once he found a way to connect to his Titan friends, he visits them often. Being able to talk with Lord Raiden again alleviated the strain on his heart tenfold. Reuniting with Kung Lao, (his boy, his bro!!) has also helped give him hope for the next few eons. Same goes for Kitana. (She was the one to find him again after the dust settled.)

His brother is alive in his timeline. Of course they have no relationship, Liu choosing not to intervene due to fears of drawing danger to him. Instead of becoming a shaolin monk, Chan lives happily in the united states as an Ice Road Trucker.

Shang Stung

Has BPD and narcissistic personality disorder. This severely impacted his ability to live peacefully in society and pushed him to grifting. Taking advantage of others was less exhausting than pretending to be a friendly employee to some shopkeeper.

He is half human. Shang's mother traveled to outworld during the last tournament 100 years ago. She was a servant to Liu Kang's champions but ended up running away with a disgraced Edenian.

Doesn't identify as a specific gender, especially after learning shapeshifting. Will often times swap between whatever he feels like that day.

Syzoth

Double jointed and hyper flexible. Shang Stung had to find a way to control him other than shackles, cuz he could always slip out no matter how tight they were.

He is very at ease around children, and falls back into dad mode immediately. Is also a purveyor of terrible dad jokes.

Has Gilberts Syndrome. His species use of bile/acid attacks puts a lot of strain on his liver. Due to his rough living, he didn't get adequate nutrition and now his body struggles to keep balanced out humors.

Only needs to eat once a week, but will happily snack if something tasty comes across his path.

Shao

Has no biological children. Despite his family's standing and pressure to continue the prestigious line, Shao has never taken a wife. Multiple concubines and bastards, but no wife or suitable heirs.

He doesn't view any of the young men and women he mentors as children, just tools. Even though he saw himself in young Reiko, his affection is entirely dependent on his loyalty. Reiko is more of an extension of himself, a way to overcompensate for what he lacks.

Has IBS.

Kuai Liang

He left the Lin Kuei a few years after Tomas was adopted. At odds with his father at the time, he left to go live with their allied clan: the Syrai Ryu. He was born a cryomancer like Bi Han, but chose to pursue pyromancy to distance himself from his lineage. Though able to wield fire, he is still weak to it. When he finally returned home, his father welcomes him back like the prodigal son he was. Bi han deeply, deeply resented this.

Got his tattoo in Hong Kong while he was totally plastered (not a reputable place. They even got the tattoo wrong lol)

Unreadable poker face. DO NOT play cards against this man.

Kenshi

Was forced to drop out of high school to support his family when his older brother was killed, and subsequently got wrapped up in yakuza shit. Has since taken his high school equivalency test (GED) and passed with flying colors

Is addicted to caffeine.

LOVES holidays! Especially Christmas. He may not get all his friends gifts, but the ones he does give are very well thought out and personal.

Bi Han

Doesn't take care of himself or maintain his appearance very well. But he basically won the genetic lottery so it's not that noticeable.

Has a type A personality and is a perfectionist. But he is actually a very gracious person at heart, and will silently shoulder the brunt of responsibility to spare his brothers.

Was happy to mentor Tomas when he first arrived, even though Kuai and Tomas had the stronger friendship. His attitude changed, however, when Tomas choose to stay after Kuai ran off. Instead of seeing the loyalty of Tomas's decision, he saw it as a shallow way to win his fathers favor.

(he couldn't see it was actually jealously. That Kuai could have a choice to leave but he didn't. Tomas had an actual valid reason to want to leave, but he is the one remaining? Bi Han has big feelings and does not process them well )

Quan Chi

Once he started losing his hair, he decided to go bald.

Much prefers to spend his time in the Netherrealm. His dominion there is near absolute, and he would much rather be in the company of those subservient to him. He doesn't see anything wrong with this dynamic, believing this the superior to mutual friendship. (this is laughably hypocritical given his relationship to Shang mf Tsung)

Indulges in all kinds of delicious foods. Sweets, fine drink, rare cuts of meat- the works. Even if he dislikes it, he will eat it anyway just for the sake of it. He made himself ill by eating an entire box of chocolate once.

Havik

Was born in secret to slave parents. They hid him from the government for as long as they could, and so he was able to live a relatively carefree childhood. Other's his age, and of unsanctioned birth, would be seized by the state and put to work as soon as possible.

Fierce passion aside, Havik is very introspective. When not fighting, he often sits in silent contemplation for hours at a time. Before his mind begins to degrade from the blood magic use, he would sit and scrutinize every action he took.

Unlike Quan Chi, Havik cannot bring himself to indulge in luxuries. He feels tremendous guilt given how many of his people are still unable to enjoy even the barest bit of comfort.

He leaves his dick and balls at home for safe keeping.

#mk1 #mortal kombat #mk headcanons #rain mk1 #reiko mk1 #johnny cage #smoke #tomas #bi han #kuai liang #shao khan #liu kang #kung lao #syzoth

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iliketangerines · 1 year ago

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Lord Raiden or lord liu kang with a reader that like Tai Lung from Kung fu panda?? ((Hate sex??))

fall from grace

a/n: i don't know how to write hate sex, and i also had no idea where i was even going with this, so it's a bit of a mess also because the writing block is hitting hard lmao. also, i do NOT condone this behavior in real life

pairing: mean!dom!liu kang x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), spanking, choking kink, dubcon, orgasm denial, hate sex (?)

you were his most promising student, powerful, strong, cunning, and you were said to become Earthrealm’s champion from the other monks even at a young age

everyday you trained with the monks at Wu Shi Academy, and they praised your name and your skill to Liu Kang

he spoke to you on multiple occasions when you were an adult, finally finding the time to come back to the academy and personally check on your progress

you seemed sweet, happy, excited to claim the title of champion as you had been told you would inherit your whole life

you seemed capable, and even Liu Kang had believed you would be champion and had reassured you that you could become champion

but then Liu Kang saw you train the others, and he knew he could not let you become champion

he saw a sick twisted sort of pleasure you had when you pushed a trainee under you too far, the small little grin you would have when you broke a monk’s bone while sparring, and Liu Kang recognized the thirst for power as he did in Shang Tsung

and so, when the day came to fight for the title of champion, he prohibited you from entering the tournament and Raiden became champion that day

that night, you had attacked Liu Kang, howling with anger that you were stripped of your destiny and how he could deny you the title of champion

he defeated you and had you locked away in the deepest cellar of the academy, wrapped in chains and guarded by powerful magic

and sometimes, he would visit your cell to bring you food and water, as retribution for misleading you into thinking you would become champion one day

you never took food from him when he came, and you would rather starve for the night so you could spit in his face and scream insults his way

and then one day, Shujinko had visited you in the cellar and made a deal with you, to set you free and that you would help him become the most powerful kombatant

you agreed on the condition you would get to kill Liu Kang

and so he released you from your chains, and you fight and kill your way to the surface of the Earth once more

you found Liu Kang easily, sitting underneath the cherry blossoms as the wind howled and the thunder rumbled in the distance

he turned to you, as if expecting your appearance, and you leapt towards him, teeth bared and hands outstretched

you had scratched, screamed, clawed at him with your fury, but his eons of experience has you now pinned to the ground on your back, his hips on top of yours and your hands pinned above you

you hiss insults at him as you try to catch him off guard, but he just tells you he is done playing your games, gripping onto your chin tightly

he tells you to submit, to have one more chance at redemption, but you buck your hips off, trying to throw his weight off your body

Liu Kang growls at your attempt to get free, the grip on your hands growing tighter and warmer, and he tells you he has no problem in punishing a brat

you snarl at him, baring your teeth in anger, and tell him to go fuck himself and that you will kill him slowly and painfully

Liu Kang laughs at your measly threats and grabs onto your face tightly, forcing your mouth open underneath the pressure, and he spits into your mouth

you gasp in surprise, causing you to breathe in the spit and cough as you try to fight for air

Liu Kang release your face from his hands and grips onto your throat, telling you this is your punishment for not listening to him

your mind spins with the lack of air, and you struggle to wheeze out an insult as he applies more pressure to your neck

you think you're about to die, your lungs burn with need, and you thrash underneath Liu Kang to try and grab a gasp of air

the edges of your vision start to go blurry, and you can see Liu Kang’s deep scowl as you finally see stars pass through your vision

finally, the pressure on your neck releases, and you desperately breathe in lungfuls of air, wheezing and gasping as sweet relief fills you

Liu Kang looks down at you as you breathe in air, and he tears off your prison uniform, exposing your chest to the chilled air

you snap at him with your teeth, angry and humiliated that he tore off the top of your uniform, but he just roughly squeezes your chest, sending a spark of pain through you

you stutter out for him that he is a worthless god, and he tells you to shut your mouth before grabbing onto your face and slamming your head down on the ground

your brain spins, and pain pounds through you

but it’s enough of a distraction to have Liu Kang flip you over and pin your hands behind your back and pin your legs down to the ground with his weight without a fight

you can’t even spit out an insult with how your head spins, but you shiver as Liu Kang pulls down your pants and let out a choked grunt when he slaps your ass

he continues to leave hard hits on you, and you can’t help but moan at the pain

he laughs at your pleasure and mutters out that of course you would like to be spanked like some dirty whore

you choke out an insult, telling him that his hits are pathetic, but the effect is weakened with the whines and moans that spill from you with every slap

finally, he stops his attack on you and pinches the red flesh of your ass, and you hiss at him to hurry up and fuck you properly

he mutters at you to shut up, but Liu Kang is also growing impatient

he dips his hand between your legs and collects your wetness on his fingers, teasing you and making you squirm in his tight grip

you try to goad him into fucking you, telling him that maybe he’s too much of a coward to fuck you, and he pinches the sore muscle on your ass to make you whine before going back to sliding his fingers across your pussy folds

he doesn’t fuck you on his fingers, he doesn’t rub or pinch your clit, he just collects your wetness on his fingers and spreads your pussy folds

it’s driving you crazy, and you can feel yourself growing wetter with the teasing

you need him to fuck you right now, and you moan out for him to just get on with it and fuck you

he tells you to ask nicely, to stop being such a fucking brat, and to submit properly

you try to glare at him as best you can with your face pressed into the dirt and growl out that you will never be trapped underneath his thumb

he just tells you that you’ll break soon enough, that he can do this for as long he needs to

true to his word, he just continues to rub your pussy folds, and you grow more and more desperate to cum as he just continues

you can feel your wetness dripping out of you and onto the floor, and your pride falters as the need for him to just do anything else besides tease you grows and howls to be eased

your mind no longer spins from the impact of pain but rather from the overwhelming need to be fucked

Liu Kang listens as your stifled whimpers and moans slowly grow louder and louder and flow more freely from your mouth as he continues to slide his fingers against you

finally, tears slip from your face, and you whine for him to fuck you, to do anything else but tease you

Liu Kang tells you to do better, and you want to give him a snappy retort

but you hold your tongue and ask him to please fuck you, you need it so bad, please, and he smiles wickedly at you as he retracts his fingers from your drooling pussy

Liu Kang can’t ignore his own need either anymore, and he pulls his pants down and lines up with you before thrusting into you

you whine at the stretch, and your hips buck forward to get away from the pain

but Liu Kang keeps a tight grip on your hip and starts fucking into you ruthlessly, making you moan and squeeze your eyes shut in pleasure

he doesn’t speak as he fucks you, just letting out animalistic grunts as your pussy clenches down on his cock while you whine for him

you can’t muster out anything snarky to say to him as the hand restraining your arms grips on tight enough to leave bruises while his other hand pinches at your sore ass

but it’s not enough, and he leaves your clit alone as he chases his own pleasure

you try to whine out something about him not being able to properly please his lover, but as if it’s a sixth sense, he gives a particularly rough thrust and your mind goes blank as his tip hits that sweet spot

soon enough, his thrusts grow irregular, and he grips onto your hips as he pulls out and pumps his cock and cums on your ass

you thrash in anger he leaves you unsatisfied, and you immediately hiss out insults at him as he finishes spilling his seed onto your backside

he ignores your angry squawking and just spreads his cum on your red ass, admiring how it paints your skin and drips down your legs

you wiggle angrily in his grip, trying to break free, but he continues to just admire his view

finally, he grows tired of your angry hisses and leans down to wrap his arm around your neck and drags you up so your back presses against his chest

you struggle in his arms, but the ache between your legs and the unsatisfactory feeling settling in your stomach already has you distracted

the edge of your vision blurs, and you choke out that he’s terrible at pleasing his partners before passing out

you wake up in the cell again, tied up in the familiar bondage of chains

but you’re completely naked, and there’s a burning feeling on your neck you don’t recognize

when Liu Kang comes down and visits you, food in hand and a teasing smile on his face, you realize your imprisonment has changed

for better or for worse who knows

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severinageto · 8 months ago

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No more goodbyes (or rest in peace, Gojo Satoru) ————— drabble (word count: 849)

Satoru could not precisely measure how much time had passed without him, but he was acutely aware of how he felt. He recalled him as young and vibrant, or as an adult nursing a hangover, yet always moving his lips gracefully, gently—as though he were doing the world a favor simply by existing—while he spoke of the universe and its eons.

“Come on, I’ve told you, Satoru. An eon. A period of time spanning hundreds of millions, even billions of years. In geology, it’s used to…”

But as he crossed the threshold, Satoru could no longer remember its geological significance; all he grasped was the feeling that it measured the exact duration of their separation. To a mere mortal, it was just years, but a mere mortal could never comprehend, nor even begin to discern the void his absence had carved into his chest.

Ah, but it was all over now. He was already with the others, laughing in the terminal. His heart had ceased to beat, his lungs had stopped drawing in air, and his blood no longer flowed. He shouldn’t have felt anything, except perhaps tranquility.

Yet, as quickly as they had come, they vanished. Satoru found himself alone in a long boarding area.

The dreadful void had returned.

Why couldn’t they let him rest?

He hadn’t even had the chance to say goodbye.

Amid the roar of engines and the scent of kerosene, he walked through the vast, white horizon toward an eternal north, sensing an unseen force pulling him forward. His feet trudged heavily, one after the other, leaving him unable to distinguish whether it was hours or days. All he knew was that there existed the tiniest, most infinitesimal chance of returning, and that was why he couldn’t look back.

Apparently, they needed him.

Burdened by the loss of that fleeting moment of solace shared with his friends and his beloved, he halted just before boarding. A revelation, one of those insights that fortunate souls encounter in their darkest hours, dawned upon him: he owed nothing to anyone. He had given them all he could. His mind, his body, his life.

No. He would not surrender his soul.

Resolute, he dashed through the space, his gaze forever fixed upon the vault of the heavens. Acrux, the brightest star of all, pointed him toward the direction he was meant to follow, the path he had always intended to take.

And then, he saw him again. Suguru was there, leaning against a nonexistent column, wearing that serene smile he had so dearly missed.

No longer at the airport, but at the station. Of course. His beloved Aquarian was a creature of trains.

“Ah, you’re late,” Suguru remarked, arms crossed beneath his ornate monk robes, feigning annoyance. “Again.”

A soft laugh escaped Satoru, relief flooding through him. That was the voice, the tone he had longed to hear for so long. Just his. Not Nanami’s, not Haibara’s, much less Masamichi’s. The crystalline, delicate notes that only Suguru could produce were the only sounds he wished to hear in that dimension. Even when he scolded him. In truth, he could listen to those reprimands for all eternity.

“I was busy, you know, saving the world… once again,” Satoru shrugged, ambling toward him with slow steps.

“You mean ‘attempting’ to save the world.”

“You say tomatoes, I say potatoes…” Satoru replied, playing with his haori.

Suguru bestowed upon him a tender smile. He had known his lover’s fate the moment he arrived in that place. That was why he had waited and waited, for the cruelty that the cards foretold for the one he had loved most had to be countered with his greetings and embraces. It could be no other way. Just as he was born to accompany him, so too had he died to wait for him.

When they were close enough, Satoru extended a hand, almost as if fearing this might all be a new illusion. But when his fingers brushed against Suguru’s warm skin, the pain he had carried for so long dissipated. He was there, real, tangible. His long hair, his weary yet sensual eyes, his smooth skin, his leader’s attire. As magnificent as the day he had seen him depart.

“No more goodbyes, right?” Suguru murmured, taking Satoru’s hand.

“No more goodbyes,” Satoru echoed, smiling as he pulled him closer.

The void was supplanted by a peace he had never known. He understood it existed; he had read about it, heard whispers of it, even believed he had sensed it at some point in his life. But no. He had never truly experienced what it was to embrace Suguru without the fear of having his most cherished desire snatched away. What it was, after all, love in its purest form.

A train halted beside them. Suguru climbed aboard and offered his hand.

“To the south?” he inquired, smiling with his feline eyes.

“To the south,” Satoru replied, his smile the most genuine, the grandest, the brightest he had ever offered in life.

A smile that only true peace could bring forth.

————————— image by https://x.com/nejmai2?s=21

#satosugu #satosugu fanart #stsg fic #stsg #stsg brainrot #jjk stsg #gojo x geto #geto suguru #gojo satoru #stsg fanfic #stsg fluff

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gritsandbrits · 13 days ago

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Hi Grits! I've literally never watched Xiaolin Showdown in my life, but because I'm bored and curious, could you pls explain how Chase was ruined in Chronicles?

Where do I even start?

Okay, anyone who's been on my blog recently have seen me talk shit about Xiaolin Chronicles. Well tonight Im going to talk even more shit! 😁 this time about a character that ive had developed a fictoromantic interest in: Chase young. But this isnt about my selfship, this is about how this pathetic excuse of a reboot wrecked him!

So sit back and crack a cold one as I tear Lizard Breath a new one!

Chase was one of the most complicated characters in the show. He was evil, unashamedly so, but he also had a sense of honor. He was calm and calculating. You never really knew what his next move was. From his first appearance in the s2 episods "Master Monk Guan" you could tell he was going to be a formidable threat in future episodes. And formidable he was, he did NOT step off their necks after that first meeting!

Perhaps his most intriguing aspect of his character is his relationship with omi, a sort of palpatine and anakin dynamic that wasn't as creepy and pedophilic as his relationship with Shadow/Willow/whatever the fuck her name is. He saw potential in Omi and wanted to train him and even after the whole "brainwashing omi to get him on the side of evil" plan didnt go as planned they still kept an amicable relationship.

Chase is by no means a saint but he keeps his word and treats his opponents with respect. Even when training Jermaine, he had no hard feelings towards him after he quit because it was simply another part of a larger scheme. While he wasnt as bombastic as jack and wuya, he had a couple of quirks like reading Evil Housekeeping during dinner and his reactions to Jack's antics! He was essentially the Comically Serious of the show.

Then Chronicles had to screw everything up!!

In showdown, he became evil after hannibal bean exploited his desire to be the best by tricking him into drinking the Lao Mang Lone Soup. Chronicles retconned this to be Chase acting like a jealous incel because a mary sue dragon lady dumped him for his never before seen brother Eon. Seriously Eon? Where was Master Monk Guan? He was in Chase's eyes a rival and a big reason why he went bad, not because he got rejected by a girl!

Character designs in Showdown have simple and distinct silhouttes so they'll be easier to remember. Chase resembled a tough yet elegant warrior. The new design loses a lot of its elements making it too complex and boring at the same time

See how strong Showdown silhoutte is compared to Chronic Pain?

His lizard form was a total mess too! He rarely used his form but when he did you KNOW shit was about to hit the fan. He even managed to give Giant!Dojo a hard time! He looked like a dragon because he eats them and a lot of thought was put into making him look as badass as possible.

CHRONIC HEADACHE turned him into an overgrown iguana! He and Lute must be goin' to the same salon because what the hell is that haircut?? 😂

Dont even get me started on his CGI model that bitch is HIDEOUS. Even Beast Wars looks better and that show came out in the 90s! Also why are his spikes green shouldn't they be gold?

His personality also took a nosedive, from a Machiavellian schemer with larger designs to a generic villain who does bad things as the plot demands.

Chase rarely used shen gong wu because he had no need for then, even calling them magical toys. The only time he did use them was if he needed them for a larger goal. Chronic chase is obsessed with collecting them for no reason other than EEEEEVIL!

In Chronic's timeline Chase was always evil from the very beginning instead of having been a genuinely good person whose insecurities were preyed on by a shitstirrer vegetable. Even his voice doesnt do it for me. Usually I love David Kaye, but Chase is supposed to sound like he's in his early 20s because his entire function is around preserving his youth. By making him sound old it completely misses the whole point.

At one point, he interrupts a showdown to wager his good looks, and somehow doesnt lose them. First of all since when the did chase ever give a shit about his looks and number 2, he would never wager something so petty? He lost the showdown and didnt even lose his face? Well I guess you cant lose something you never had in the first place! 😂

Now we get to the really gross part.

SWEEEEET HOME ALABAMAH!

Now the idea of a regular sidekick and evil apprentice sounds good on paper. In the show he gets an ugly Mary Sue called Shadow that he created using his own rib in a hamfisted attempt to shove a parallel with Adam and Eve. But whereas the First Parents of The Bible were explicitly designed to be spouses by a higher power, he created shadow to be little more than a servant (and she had a baby form) which makes their power dynamic completely imbalanced! The scenes where they hit on each other and hiss flirtatiously is so out of place, like dude THAT'S YOUR KID???HELLO??? ARE YOU EVIL OR ALABAMAN?

Shadow lacks none of the entertaining qualities that the other bad girls like wuya and katnappe had. She went to the same barber her husband-father and Lute goes to. The most frustrating part about it is she acts more like the original chase than the actual chase! Ugh! No wonder he acts more goofy in Chronic Pain, she stole his personality!

He also abuses her. Like, she was nothing but loyal to him yet he attacks her for making one snarky comment - the og chase did threatened people but never outwardly attacked them over something so petty - and with all this im mind they come off less as student and mentor and more like a domestic abuser and his victim. The Real chase ain't no saint but he wasnt a creepy old man either! Eeeeeeeeeew!

The worse moment had to be the one episode where he lays an egg and he CRIES OVER it!

Un-freaking-BELIEVABLE!!!

At the end comes the most nonsense revelation - he and omi are related! And its never revisited again. I guess even the wrirers knew the convoluted this twist is since nowhere in showdown suggested chase and omi were family. If they were then they would be distantly related at best.

Can you just imagine making a show that is so boring, so atrocious, and so mind numbingly stupid, the only thing people remember it for is one episode and only because of how BAD it is?

The worst part is I can't recall a single significant thing Chase had done in Chronic Headache. In the original he had awesome moments like his duel with Master guan, the soccer match against the monks for omi's freedom, the three way battle between kimiko-disgused-as-jack hannibal bean, his partnership with wuya, getting between jermaine and omi's friendship, TAKING OKVER THE WORLD. What did he even do in Chronic Headache besides being a bigger dork than Doofenshmirtz and being the type of guy the latter would vaporize?

NOTHING! HE DID JACK SPICER SHIT IN CHRONICLES DESPITE HAVING MORE APPEARANCES THAN IN THE ORIGINAL!!

Hufff...huff....

Alright I think I got most of it out of my system. They say its better to vent now than holding it all in for it to explode later. I dont know why this show went the direction it did with Chase but as far as I am concerned he is not real, he is not a good version of a character and even on his own he is a terrible villain. He's an absolute insult to the chad Heylin Prince of Darkness and a reason why cartoon reboots get the unfortunate reputation they have.

And the sad part is since this is the only major Showdown media this may be the last time I'll ever see Chase in animated form, so until Christy Hui makes more content, we're pretty much stuck with this guy.

Hoo-friggin-yay! -_-

#gb asks #xiaolin showdown #anti xiaolin chronicles #rant #character bashing #chase young #f/o #selfship

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talonabraxas · 3 months ago

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"Being infinite, God cannot be limited to any form, human or stone; yet He is manifest in all forms. One can rightly say that God manifests in every man as well as in great saints, for He is present in all." ~ Paramahansa Yogananda Shiva: The Perfected Yogi Whose Energy Flows “Down and Out!”

Lord Shiva, as the Adi (first) yogi, is revered by his devotees as the embodiment of yogic perfection and as the giver of yoga science to mankind. Depictions of him beautifully portray the signs of complete yoga-mastery: his two eyes are half closed in meditation, while the all-seeing eye of intuition is open in his forehead. The snake garlanded around his neck attests to his having raised the life-force (kundalini) and subdued maya. His forehead is adorned with a crescent moon, symbolizing that the ego has been spiritualized and merged in final oneness with Spirit. And (as it turns out, importantly for us) the river Ganges is depicted as flowing out of his matted locks into the world.

This depiction of the Ganges has its origin in Indian mythology: Eons ago, the Indian king Bhagiratha’s ancestors were cursed by a rishi (as usual!) to not find redemption until the sacred river Ganga (Ganges), then residing in heaven, were brought to earth and made to flow over their ashes. Bhagiratha, after years of penance, obtained from Brahma the boon of the Ganges’ descent to earth. However, lest the earth be unable to endure the powerful flow of Ganga’s descent, Lord Shiva caught Ganga’s waters in his matted locks, whence he released them in a controlled, benign flow. As a result, Lord Shiva received the epithet “Gangadhar,” meaning “He who holds or controls the (river) Ganga.”

Outer mythology often hides a deeper inner meaning. In this case we get a glimpse of this meaning, by sheer luck, through Paramhansa Yogananda’s Autobiography of a Yogi. He states there that Lahiri Mahasaya’s name in his previous life was “Gangadhar,” and that he was so addressed by Babaji at their first meeting, outside “Babaji’s Cave” near Ranikhet. Yogananda therefore explains the genesis of this name in a footnote (much of the previous paragraph comes from this same footnote) which contains this line:

The metaphysical significance of “Gangadhar” is “he who has control over the ‘river’ of life-current in the spine.”

A perfect epithet for Lord Shiva, no doubt! But at this point, the keen yoga student notices an anomaly. From Day One the aspiring yogi is taught that the yogic motto is “Inward and upward!” For this is the classic yogic goal: to direct the life-current (kundalini) inward and upward through the chakras to the brain. And here Lord Shiva, the giver of yoga science, demonstrates his complete yoga mastery by doing just the opposite: the “river of life-current” descends from his sahasrara out into the world!

How can a downward and outward flow of energy (and a lot of energy too, for the Ganges is a mighty river) be a sign of yoga-perfection? For disciples the next step is easy: We seek the answer in our Guru’s teachings. And Swami Kriyananda, in clarifying for the coming generations the subtle points of Paramhansa Yogananda’s life and teachings, writes in his book Cities of Light something that is truly novel:

The time has come for people to live lives of even higher dedication than that which inspired monks and nuns in the past. Those dedicated souls lived lives that were focused on God, but theirs was also a spirit of negative denial of this world, which God made.

The time has come now for people to direct their spiritual awareness also downward into matter . . . to everything they do: to their work, to education, to family life, to friendship, to their communications with strangers, to the way they build their homes—to all the most mundane, practical aspects of daily, human life.

Men need now to become God-centered from within, and from that center to see God everywhere, in everything.

Swami Kriyananda clarifies in these excerpts, as he did indeed through his life’s example, the subtle yoga teaching that raising the energy inward and upward is only one part of mastering the life-force. The yogi must learn also how to direct this energy down and out in a strong flow, while retaining complete control over it, so that he can act as an instrument of divine blessing in God’s creation. “Negative denial of the world,” as Swamiji points out, implies that complete yoga-union has still not been attained, for it is a denial of God in his aspect as the Cosmic Creator.

Swami Vivekananda too, upon once encountering a saint who wanted nothing to do with the world, and lived always behind a walled-up cave evading all visitors (including saints!), made a telling comment:

“This saint perhaps is not perfected—too much of rites, vows, observances and too much of self-concealment. The ocean in its fullness cannot be contained within its shores, I am sure.”

In the Chapter on Kriya Yoga Paramhansa Yogananda explains further:

Yoga enables the devotee to switch off or on, at will, life current from the five sense telephones of sight, sound, smell, taste, and touch. Attaining this power of sense-disconnection, the yogi finds it simple to unite his mind at will with divine realms or with the world of matter.

Yoga mastery is thus not one sided, teaching us only to withdraw into deep meditation. The obverse holds as well: we learn how to function perfectly in this world, created by God, being 100% “in” it but not “of” it. And this is what the depiction of Shiva, as the Perfected Yogi, symbolizes: the energy (Ganga) has been raised up and locked firmly at the sahasrara (in his “matted locks”), but then released back into “the world of matter” as a strong yet completely controlled flow, to serve as a source of blessings to all Creation. In handing Yogananda a broom right after bestowing upon him the highest experience of samadhi, Sri Yukteswar was teaching his disciple this same principle.

Paramhansa Yogananda, too, did not teach the path of world-rejecting meditation. He taught instead the Shiva-like path of Self-realization: daily deep meditation to raise the consciousness inward and upward, and then also to bring that high consciousness down in a strong, creative flow that spiritualizes all our activities and uplifts our fellow beings. This yoga training is complete, for it helps us overcome the final duality—between the God perceived in meditation and God as manifest in His Creation—thus making us completely free.

Through our Guru’s training, let us aspire towards this perfect yoga mastery, the essence of which is also captured so beautifully in Swami Kriyananda’s affirmation* for Practicality:

Though my spirit soars in the skies of consciousness, my feet and hands labor here on earth to make truth real to all.

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mysticinsightstarot · 3 months ago

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☀️Was SEVENTEEN’s Formation Written in the Stars?☀️

✨ A deep-dive into their soul contracts, past-life bonds & divine purpose ✨

So, bestie, buckle up because we’re about to unlock the cosmic archives of SEVENTEEN and why these 13 souls literally HAD to come together in this lifetime. I shuffled the deck, asked the universe some hard-hitting questions, and let the cards spill all the divine tea. And oh boy, it’s giving past-life contracts, karmic debts, and higher spiritual missions. ☕✨

💫 Their Collective Soul Archetype – Prayer

First off, the very core of SEVENTEEN is wrapped in PRAYER energy. This isn’t just about making music for fun—this group is a divinely orchestrated answer to a call. Maybe it was their own souls that prayed for this union across lifetimes, or maybe a higher force (yep, the universe itself) manifested their bond. They were MEANT to come together. No coincidences, just straight-up cosmic alignment. 🔮💜

⏳ Their Past-Life Connection – Temple

Now, this is where it gets spicy. Temple suggests SEVENTEEN’s souls were together before in a setting deeply tied to spiritual devotion, discipline, and sacred bonds. Were they monks? A brotherhood? A group of divine scholars?? 👀 Whatever it was, their past lives were ALL about dedication to a higher cause. And guess what? That same devotion translates into their teamwork, their discipline, and their unity now.

🔥 Their Karmic Debt or Shared Mission – Thanatos & Aletheia

Whew. These two cards together are SCREAMING transformation and truth. Thanatos is death, rebirth, and letting go of the past, while Aletheia is raw, undeniable truth. SEVENTEEN isn’t here just to make music; they’re here to break illusions and redefine what unity looks like in an industry known for its cutthroat energy. Maybe in past lives, they struggled with separation, ego, or loss—but in this lifetime, they’re here to show that true connection is unbreakable. 💀✨

🌙 Soul Family Energy – Crone

Ooof, the Crone card tells me these boys have old souls and have been doing this soul contract thing for eons. They’re like a soul guild—an ancient, wise energy that came back together for a higher purpose. Their dynamic is almost psychic; they understand each other without words, and their growth as a group is deeply spiritual. It’s not just talent—it’s destiny.

💖 The Divine Force That Brought Them Together – Agape & Eternal Child

HOLD UP. Agape is unconditional, divine love, and Eternal Child is pure, untamed spirit. SEVENTEEN was formed out of pure cosmic love. They are souls that thrive in joy, freedom, and genuine connection. They bring a childlike wonder to the industry, reminding everyone that passion > profit, and real artistry is soulful and authentic. This group is here to heal others simply by existing and radiating their energy. 🌈

👑 S.Coups’ Soul Role – Maiden, Cave & Dead End

Wow, wow, wow. As leader, S.Coups embodies the Maiden—open-hearted, intuitive, and protective over the group's energy. But the Cave & Dead End? That’s heavy. His past-life role might have been the one who lost everything, the one who carried burdens alone, the one who sacrificed for the collective. In this lifetime, his soul is healing that karma by leading with wisdom instead of fear. He’s their spiritual protector, even when things feel impossible. 🛡️

💞 The Core Emotional Connector – Siren & Mother

Okay, let’s talk about the emotional glue of the group. The person who holds the deepest connection to everyone, emotionally and spiritually, is symbolized by Siren & Mother. This means they have a hypnotic energy—someone who pulls people in, creates harmony, and nurtures the group's spirit. My guess? Jeonghan. 👀

🛤️ Soul Contract Pairs – Thread & Bridge

Two members share a Thread & Bridge connection, meaning one pulls the other forward, and the other holds them steady. It’s an unbreakable past-life tie. One of them might’ve been the other’s protector, guide, or karmic mentor before. DK & Woozi energy? Possibly.

💘 Another Soulmate Pair – Lover

We’ve got another divine soul bond here. This isn’t necessarily romantic (unless you want to interpret it that way 👀), but it’s deeply spiritual and magnetic. This pair knows each other on a soul level. Their bond has existed across lifetimes. Hmm… Joshua & Jeonghan, anyone? 👀

🔥 The Shadow Energy – Flame, Gnosis & Vessel

Not everything is sunshine and rainbows. The Flame represents raw passion and fire, Gnosis is hidden knowledge, and Vessel is the physical form. This means their biggest spiritual challenge is staying grounded despite their massive spiritual intensity. The group has to balance their divine purpose with their human experience.

🌊 Their Higher Calling – Ocean

They’re meant to be fluid, ever-expanding, and limitless. SEVENTEEN’s energy is like the ocean—depths unknown, constantly moving, and impossible to contain. Their legacy will ripple through generations. 🌊

🔮 Their Future Evolution – Kiss, Castle & Shapeshifter

Hold up—Kiss, Castle & Shapeshifter?? This tells me SEVENTEEN’s final evolution is something unimaginable right now. The Kiss means they’ll always be bonded, no matter what. The Castle? They’re building something huge—legacy level. And Shapeshifter? Expect them to completely transform into something new and unexpected in the future.

👀 Bottom of the Deck – Mask

One last little secret… there’s more to SEVENTEEN’s destiny than meets the eye. Their public image is only a fraction of the real story. The universe isn’t showing all its cards yet.

Final Thoughts

🔥 SEVENTEEN isn’t just a group—they’re a cosmic soul family. 🔥 They were destined to reunite after lifetimes of devotion. 🔥 Their energy is divinely protected and meant to inspire the world. 🔥 They will transform into something even greater.

So yeah… they were 100% written in the stars. 🌟💜

✨ That’s all for now, besties! Drop your thoughts, theories, and biases in the comments because this reading unlocked a whole dimension. 💓🫠💙💛✨️

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professorscrooge · 7 months ago

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Sleeping Soldiers AU Draft - circa August '23

Feel amidst continuing to necro-post on this AU, I should probably actually post the draft of my attempt at turning this into a fic, bit more than a year ago. Ran out of steam, as I tend to, and it's a bit rough (also don't know if tumblr has a character limit, but fair warning, this is ~3k). Diverged from where ideas on this ended up going.

References to the original inspiration(s) can be found on posts here and here, and I will emphasise credit @phoenixyfriend, @epicmusic42 and @graylinesspam whose work I have been butting in on (and I think this may rip off some of their wordings). Leans largely into bits and pieces of the Legends timeline, but only through vague references as that's a whole monolith of a thing to try and understand. --

Coruscant is a city of metal and glass; the planet that once was is buried beneath eons of sharp edges growing out ever further. As the centre of the Galactic Republic, it is demanded to be continuously modern (at least on the surface), with a slick and shining outer coating. Its noises are of technology; the heavy thrum of electricity is the heartbeat of the city, speeders and aircraft fill the air with their droning, and there are an abundance of holoscreens to display the inauguration of the new Chancellor of the Galactic Republic.

The Jedi Temple is perhaps the one exception: its tranquillity is unmatched on Coruscant, and its construction is old and solid. All the same, when the silence within the Temple was broken by noise, its nature was unnerving in its irregularity; not the shattering of glass or creaking of metal, not the whine of engines, not an explosion or a turbolaser or any such thing, it is a noise unheard on Coruscant for Millenia.

It is a grinding, of stone upon stone, echoing up from its very deepest recesses.

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Circa 500 BBY

The Jedi Temple is an ancient relic of bygone times; old enough, that the only records that might say how old are held within its own walls (or rather, were, given the unfortunate number of sackings and assaults in its history had frequently damaged the famous archives). Its grand size is a symbol of strength against the dark, but also something of an impracticality in certain times. Its lower reaches are vast, stretching all the way down to the forgotten mountains of Coruscant; a surface where sunlight hasn’t shined in millennia. Construction kept reaching upwards for the longest time, keeping up with the rising levels of the city-planet as its foundations became buried under smog and filth, forgotten.

In the wake of wars’ end, many lower levels were sealed away; who needed such vast halls, impromptu barracks and storage, when the Jedi no longer served as military leaders? There was no need to house so many people as to require them, and it was more effort to clean and maintain them than necessary for a monk order of a few thousand. After all, this was a Golden Age, with the Sith defeated, and a time of the High Republic.

Age lent itself to secrets, and with time, many of those secrets were lost with their keepers.

The newly minted Chancellor paused only briefly in taking his oath of office. Most present simply chalked it up to the weight of the vows involved being taken seriously. In truth, the hidden Darth Sidious that lurked under the unassuming garb of Sheev Palpatine had shivered at a tremor in the Force; local and distinctly, searingly Light in its origin, piercing the veil of darkness he and his master had woven over the planet for but a moment. Quickly, he steeled himself and resumed his words; it would not do to falter or drop his mask at this stage. And after all, what could stop The Great Plan now? Sidious had a thousand years of his Order’s planning behind his back. It wasn’t like the Jedi could think on such a grand scale.

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Circa 1000 BBY

The history of the Jedi Temple site may as well be a timeline of the Republic itself. With the ever-recurrent war that was fought over its location, and how often Coruscant changed hands, it wasn’t just built upon, but rebuilt, several times. The Grand Ziggurat of the High Republic era was built over the ashes and ruins of the Temple before it, reaching to the sky not far from where the newly built Senate District would form the seat of the Galaxy. A symbol of strength to a unified Galaxy that had defeated the evil of the Sith, once and for all.

The Jedi Council scrambled to action, of course (in as dignified manner as they could). Even with their senses long-blinded by the veil that consistently hampered their sight, there was no missing the stirring beneath their feet.

“Awoken, something has,” Master Yoda was heard to declare.

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Circa 3653 BBY

The Soldiers’ Hall, as it came to be known, was a real anomaly. It was unearthed in the wake of the Treaty of Coruscant, and the Great Sacking of the Jedi Temple. The respite granted by the armistice with Sith Forces withdrawing from the world was a balm to the Coruscanti people, yes, but the Jedi had returned to a Temple filled with death and desecration. Their holiest relics had been plundered, and the numbers of dead were horrific; a toll only growing as they uncovered the deadly traps spiteful Sith had left behind to further ruin them. It was a painful experience for the survivors, not helped by the lack of justice and repercussions the treaty afforded them.

With their returned forces in peacetime, however, it was decided to fully survey the Temple to account for all possible traps. The survey unearthed many lower chambers forgotten for centuries, which would soon be repurposed as bunkers for military assets. Naturally, the opportunity was also taken to strengthen ancient foundations with modern materials, which came with looking over the foundations of the ancient Temple grounds atop a mountain of Coruscant, and the Dark Shrine hidden there. It was known to the High Council alone that the old Temple had been built atop a Dark Vergence in the Force in an attempt to cleanse it, and a handful of masters yet survived to share that information to a select few. What surprised them more was the discovery of older ruins beneath the Shrine, built into the mountain itself, and seemingly dating to before the Alsakan conflicts, perhaps even the Jedi Order itself (though few dare voice this thought). The shift from precision, machine-poured duracrete that has been in use for millennia, to the more rough, hand-hewn stone is a sight that excites the archaeologically inclined allowed to see it.

Most of the tunnels are collapsed, but slowly, over several years of uneasy peace, a path is unearthed to a large atrium, central beneath the Dark Side Nexus. The discovery is shocking to those who uncover it; they’d gone from archiving very faded murals (amidst admonishment that such pre-Jedi religious teachings are not worth great regard), to cracking the door open to a great chamber filled with an army of statues. A thousand men – clearly soldiers – each expertly carved with incredible detail, each set of armour uniquely battle scarred and hand painted, each posed differently, and every single one perfectly preserved in defiance of their ancient surroundings. The warriors sat, or lay, or kneeled, in great concentric circles, facing inwards to a central figure, the only one not wearing armour; a Togruta woman, dressed simply, and with lightsabers resting at her hips. Where the soldiers were wrought from a pale white stone, she was crafted in warm terracotta in a relaxed pose, face bowed in conference with the Force. It was almost as if she were made of flesh.

Despite the gathering of Masters who quickly investigated the room, none could quite manage to lay a hand upon her. The sense of foreboding was just too strong. Every gaze in the room was pointed towards her; an even thousand visors of solid stone, focused on this one woman, every one so lifelike as to be uncanny. In-fact, sometimes, in the corner of the Jedi’s eyes, it was almost like they moved; a chest rising and falling with breath, tiny fluctuations in the Force that evaded the senses, or flickers of dreams. Almost as if they were waiting for something.

The Council ordered the chamber sealed; what markings upon the soldiers that could be identified were Mandalorian in origin, so clearly this was some work of those great adversaries and their common allies, the Sith. That those forces combined had so recently sacked their home likely aided this decision. Knowledge and warnings were recorded within the Council’s private library only, and would be lost some centuries hence by the passing of those who saw the sight and another sacking of the upper Temple.

Beneath them all, the feared warriors continued to sleep.

The sounds of shattering stone echoed within the long-forgotten chamber, even as dust filled the air from the broken remains. This noise was swiftly drowned out by a thousand throats all drawing breath at once.

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Circa 5000 BBY

Recapturing Coruscant was not the final victory of what came to be called the Great Hyperspace Wars, but it was perhaps the most important, given that all that followed became much easier with forces scattering. However, there was an interesting discovery made upon their landing; an empty Shrine, where once the Sacred Spire peak of Mount Satorl had stood.

The destruction of the Sacred Spire had been one of the opening gambits of the conflict, so this was expected. The Jedi amongst the Republic Forces were most dismayed that the legendary Vergence in the Force that had rested there had been twisted into a Dark nexus, but this too had been rumoured by spies and propaganda. No, what was surprising was the lack of occupants, particularly Sith acolytes. This was a powerful nexus in the Dark Side, and a clear site of investment to build the new Shrine, but there was nobody present; just the signs of conflict that predated Republic arrival to the planet.

Eventual interrogation of Sith Forces revealed rumours of a ‘curse’ upon the site; no force had managed to occupy the site for long, somehow always turning up dead. Construction of the Shrine had taken several years, and a great many slow attempts, always stymied by poor fortune.

The Jedi took this as a sign that the Force itself resisted the corruptive attempts for as long as possible, and when granted a boon for their aid in the war, chose to claim the land for themselves. There, they built a new Temple, in the hope that the presence of many Jedi may once again cleanse this place that had long been sacred to a great many religious and Force-sensitive sects throughout the Galaxy. The Jedi Order would build their new headquarters at the heart of the Republic and therefore claim the site instead of any other religion having access.

Of course, throughout construction, there was plenty of investigation of the ruins being built over (padawans got bored hanging around and waiting, naturally, and the Galaxy’s archaeologists were most invested in seeing how this location had suffered under Sith rule). Of particular note is a surviving chamber of the old Sacred Spire that is unearthed; a grand chamber filled with statues. Sadly, no records from prior to the Sith occupation persist, but a great many experts descend on the room to catalogue what they can of the astoundingly beautiful find that is far more interesting than dusty old clay vessels. The General’s Legion, they are quickly dubbed, given the militaristic bent.

They bring in first art experts, then body language experts, even a scholar on Mandalorian culture once some symbols are defined. Most of the markings they find mean nothing, however; while Mandalorian symbols are identified a few dozen times, including Jaig Eyes on one of the more prominent soldiers directly facing The General, there’s no real commonality with any clan, or any real consistency. Many more besides are marked with nonsense; a loose word or number in some language, even some unrecognised languages that cause head scratching. The holstered blasters cause them to bring in antique weapons dealers to unsuccessfully identify them, causing yet more headaches at the clear mass-manufacturing on display, since most the soldiers bear the same weapons, but they are entirely unfamiliar. Artists are baffled at how perfectly detailed and well-preserved the figures are; the level of work on display would have taken hundreds of artists thousands of hours, but the style implies a singular sculptor. The historians flail wildly at whether these soldiers throw all the old theories about the Taung originating Mandalorian culture into doubt.

The only experts who could agree upon something were those who attempted to psychoanalyse the figures; the way the men were arranged was with deference for the General, and those closest to her were the officers with the most decoration and adornment (and battle scars), while those nearest the edge were the lowest ranks. Originally, they thought the much smaller central figure was being threatened by the soldiers, but she sat in such a relaxed pose of confidence it seemed more clearly a commander’s position.

Still, as time goes on, their observations are recorded and stored in the new Jedi library, and a towering new Temple is built over the ruins. Gradually, this fills with masters, knights and younglings looking forward to a new era of peace and prosperity. The past is not forgotten, but it is not the focus of an Order trying to rebuild after centuries of conflict. And so, the statues sit in their atrium, still and silent. Masters study them for decades, photos and essays are included in the new archives; they are a fascination, a mysterious piece of history.

But, time passes, and slowly the fascination fades. The wider galaxy captures attention, the Regions are expanding in a new era of colonisation and there is great need for Jedi aid. Only those particularly intrigued by art and archaeology look through the old archives. The statues become more of a ghost story.

Padawans sometimes gossip about them over latemeal. They dare each other to sneak down to the lower levels, and walk between the rows upon rows of sleeping soldiers. The truly brave (or reckless) of the classes make the journey, past the point where the air lifts reach, down long staircases and through the dusty thick air. Lightsabers raised high over their heads, they tiptoe between the first few rows, twisting wildly at jumping shadows cast over the room. Some stare petrified into the visors of the men, convinced that if you peer close enough, you can see eyes peering back at you.

Very, very few brave padawans make it all the way to The General – one or two per generation – but those that do, swear they hear her breathing.

Over the years, those children grow into knights, into masters and grandmasters, and then they pass into the Force. Still, the tradition survives, for a time, until one day, when the new Temple has become old and known many Councils, the chamber passes from memory, and is lost for many centuries to come.

But still, the soldiers look to their General for orders.

The first breath is the hardest.

Going out, the air feels abrasive and dust-filled, and her throat is drier than a desert. Then, she must try and breath in, and it’s an effort to fill lungs that have sat still for so very, very long. She coughs once, and then struggles through it, going through the motions a few times as she slowly registers her montrals ringing from the similar sounds about her.

Finally, she looks up, eyes open and awake.

“Orders, sir?” Rex asks.

“Form up.”

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Circa ??? BBY

The Mountains were a safe place. A sacred place, to many. So when war came to Coruscant, it was to the mountains people fled.

The One-Thousand-And-One, a group of warriors who spoke no language anyone understood, but under whose strength, Coruscant stood against Alsakan [– Tion instead?]. They could never leave the Mountain, though.

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And that’s all I managed to write out, couldn’t quite figure a) what I wanted their arrival period to be like/what they did there, and b) how I wanted the present-time to work out (likely marching on the Senate building and demanding Sidious’ surrender). Ended up with some Jedi-negative things in there that I'm not entirely sure where they came from (probably something emerging from my frustrations with Christianisation on mythology). May have been a bit uncharitable.

Much as I kinda like the framing of current day swapping back and forth with older and older eras, I don't think I'm coming back to this version - I think I prefer the more recent ideas related to the chamber's unveiling in more modern eras, and drama resulting therefrom.

#star wars #fanfiction #fic ideas #fic draft #unfinished #wip #work in progress #not originally my idea #ahsoka tano #501st legion #time travel #au #time travel au #Sleeping Soldiers AU #star wars legends #I'm uncertain of etiquette #Is this a faux pas?#this is still living rent-free in my brain

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nekohime19 · 10 months ago

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Mini Mac # 29 : Bonding time

Pilgrims find their rhythm together

Wukong thought about his sworn-brothers once in a while. He knew, from what Macaque told him, that they were still alive somewhere but the lil frown etched on the black-furred monkey face also spoke volumes about their feelings for him. While Macaque was cute when angry, it still meant that his sworn-brothers (or perhaps ex sworn-brothers) resented him for what happened. Wukong had mixed feelings about this. He also resented his ex sworn-brothers (they never visited once while he was under the mountain and while he had Macaque to keep him company, and prevent him from turning insane, he would have liked to see their faces from times to times) but some part of him also deeply cared for them and it was difficult to think about their strained bond. So, in a very Wukong-way, he avoided the thought as much as possible and pushed it to the back of his mind.

And on the rare occasions where the thought plagues his mind, one lil push of Macaque's paws against his cheek always lifted his spirits. Mayhaps it's because they spend so much time together, but Macaque always managed to tell in what mood he was in despite him trying to hide it. Wukong knew he could hide nothing from the lil guy, not that he wanted to, Macaque was one of the only people he didn't mind being vulnerable with. Perhaps because Macaque already saw him at his worst and still chose to stay.

Wukong was sitting in front of the campfire, twirling the old bamboo tied to his necklace. He had to change the chain many times. It's been eons since Macaque gave him this necklace, but somehow the bamboo was still hanging on, perhaps because it was still protected by the wind. Wukong always wore the necklace, it was always under his clothes, close to his skin, and sometimes he liked to touch the bamboo, it soothed him, reminded him that he got out of all the torture he endured. Macaque was bickering with Bajie about tonight's meals, the lil guy has more knowledge on herbs than Bajie and he always got mad when the pig messed up the spices, especially since Bajie never admitted that he messed up and even sometimes stole form Macaque own stack of herbs.

“You cannot put that much ginger in the stew! You want us to have stomach aches?” Groaned Macaque, he stood on the pot edge, grabbing the wooden spoon to balance himself.

“It's just a spice. It's not gonna destroy our stomachs.” Huffed Bajie, as stubborn as ever when it came to those topics.

“It can! Moreover, you stole the ginger from my stack.”

“W-what, pff absolutely not.” Huffed Bajie, obviously lying about it.

“You know I can teach you to notice ginger in nature if you want but don't steal from my stack.” Huffed Macaque as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“I don't want your help, you're just a little-” Wukong narrowed his eyes at the pig and mayhaps Bajie sensed it because he threw a quick glance at Wukong and decided to not end his sentence.

The golden-furred monkey returned his attention to his bamboo, he briefly caught sight of Sanzang and Wujing while turning his head. The young monk was getting a massage from the river demon. Out of all of them Wujing was the most helpful with this sort of matters, his large hands were perfect for massages, he was also the most delicate and thoughtful. Wukong tried to give Sanzang a massage once (only because the monk whined about it) and he almost broke the mortal back. Mortals were so weak. Wukong thought it was funny to see a youngster like Sanzang whining about how his back hurts as if he was over eighty. It annoyed him a lil, but it didn't annoy him as much as before, the monk was getting kidnapped every Tuesday by demons wanting to eat him, it was no surprise that he came back with some injuries from all this rough handling.

Wukong looked up when he heard someone sitting beside him. Ao Lie shuffled at his sides, his silly smile etched on his face. The dragon-horse wasn't very easy to understand. He was the weirdest out of all them and yet, sometimes, the wisest among them. Wukong noticed the dirt on one half of the dragon-horse robe and raised an eyebrow.

“Why are you so dirty?” Asked the golden-furred monkey.

“I fell down while transforming in my human form.” Giggled Ao Lie with a sheepish smile. Wukong rolled his eyes, not one bit surprised, but there was a hint of fondness in his expression.

“You know you gotta be more careful, you'll have nothing left in your head if you bump it so much.” Snorted Wukong, Ao Lie smiled at his quip and then his eyes fell on the bamboo.

“You seem to care about this. You touch it everytime we settle down.” Wukong wasn't surprised that Ao Lie picked up on this, the dragon-horse was awfully sharp at times.

“It's a gift from Macaque.” Explained Wukong, and he didn't have to add more, it was enough to explain the importance of the necklace.

“You really care about him.” Softly replied Ao Lie.

“...Yeah.” And then because he was becoming a bit embarrassed by Ao Lie knowing gaze he quickly changed the subject “You gotta clean your hooves more when you're in your horse form!”

“I clean them enough, no?” Replied Ao Lie with a tilted head.

“Absolutely not! I cringe every time I see your hooves. It's not healthy at all and it'll hurt you if you leave it like that. You have no knowledge on horses at all-” Wukong was quickly becoming fired up by the subject and would have kept going on horses if he hadn't heard a familiar yelp. He turned around and saw Bajie laughing like no tomorrow, Macaque fell in the pot.

Wukong snorted a bit at the sight of Macaque floating in the pot before catching the lil guy's annoyed glare. The sage chuckled sheepishly, he created a towel with his hair and went to help Macaque out of the pot.

While Wukong was cleaning Macaque and grooming his fur, he couldn't help but look around at the other pilgrims discarded around the firecamp and think : this wasn't that bad.

+ cut scenes

Wukong when he sees Macaque in the pot : Lil guy in stew, funny 🤣

Macaque : 😠

Wukong :... Sorry Bae 😅

Wukong looking at Ao Lie hooves : this is unacceptable 😠 *bimawen instincts trigerred*

+ some memes!!

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#shadowpeach #lmk #mini mac au #shadowpeach fanfic #Just peaceful times #Macaque is going full ratatouille on Pigsy #Wukong past instinct as a horse girl are triggered

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quitealotofsodapop · 1 year ago

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So can we get more context on this situation for the Tang River Water au?

referencing this au.

Literally one of the first things Peng does when they get released from the Scroll is to try and kill who he thinks is Tripitaka [Tang]. Peng presses on Tang so forcefully that the stone around him cracks. Tang doesn't be looking so great afterwards either.

Only reason Tang isn't passing through Diyu after this scene is Azure mentioning that he's just the monk's reincarnation (which 100% must have tickles Peng pink since they of all people know how embarassing it must have been for Buddha's teacher's pet to fail to break the cycle of rebirth). I have seen aus where Tang does die in this scene and his Golden Cicada powers have to come in clutch to keep his soul there. (link to a really cool animatic)

But in the "Mother Child River Tang" au?

Peng immediately takes one look at this *obviously* pregnant monk and just starts screeching with laughter! You know that sound peacock's make thats like a strangled laugh? That is all Peng is doing for their first five minutes out of the Scroll.

Yellow Tusk has already given Azure a warm welcoming hug and gotten caught up on the most recent millenium by the time Peng manages to catch their breath.

Peng: "The- [peacock cry]! The monk is- [more peacock cries!] ahhhhh! I can't even be mad at him right now! It's so funny!" Tang, still a little hurt, now offended: "Rude. A pregnant man isn't that funny." Peng: "But a pregnant monk is! Looks like that vow of chasity didn't stick eh?" Azure: "Peng, they are not the monk." Peng, laughter stops: "...then who the Diyu are they??" Tang, emboldened: "I'm Tang! Reincarnation and/or decendant of the Great Monk! And this is my husband Pigsy, our son MK, and our friends." Peng, tears in eyes: "HE MARRIED THE-!" [peacock cry!] Azure & Yellow tusk: *both sigh tiredly*

On a more serious note, since Sandy was forced to push Tang out of the way of Yellow tusk's attack + Peng pinned him to the ground, the Monkey King's part of the Scroll is damaged, MK is having a mental breakdown, and if we combine this with "Slow Boiled Stone Egg" au - the Brotherhood has taken Yuebei Xing hostage? Tang is in a lot of physical and emotional distress rn.

Like... enough to trigger early labor-level of distress.

Bodhisattva Guanyin is summoned immediately to Subodhi's temple before any actual training can occur. She's (and many other buddhist deities) so preoccupied in making sure that the Golden Cicada and his baby survives that they are distracted from the threat sieging Heaven at that moment...

Pigsy has to be held back from trying to tear the Brotherhood apart himself. Zhu Bajie wasn't *just* "some demon". He used to be one of the most powerful Marshals in Heaven - commanding 80 thousand heavenly sailors/soldiers. In one mythology, Marshal Tianpeng was even a son of Doumu - the mother of constellations (making him the Queen Mother of the West's brother oddly enough).

Whos to say that Pigsy doesn't accidentally tap into the powers of that life? The whole naval power of Heaven is suddenly at Subodhi's school, waiting for the orders to turn the Brotherhood into a fine red smear on the wall. It's only Tang's own pleading that Pigsy doesn't act rashly.

The chaos does lead to an odd conciencidence occuring though...

Nezha, post-s4: "I do wonder... has the Jade Emperor broken the cycle of rebirth? If not, then that means the location of his soul could prove dangerous if left unchecked. I must contact the Underworld." *starts mediatating* MK: "What do you mean?" Nezha: "The Emperor was eons old. That amount of acculmilated divine power needs a host that can handle it. Like-" Tang & Pigsy's baby: *snorts/burps loudly* Nezha, realising: "-the child of the Golden Cicada and of the Doumu herself..." Yama, King of Hell, astral projecting: "You guys are not gonna believe where the Emperor ended up! He's in a half-demon piglet somewhere- oh there she is!" Tang & Pigsy: ( 0_0) (0_0 ) "uh oh"

#mother child river tang au #slow boiled stone egg au #lmk aus #pregnancy tw #lmk tang #lmk pigsy #lmk peng #lmk azure lion #freenoddles #freenoodleshipping #lmk #lego monkie kid

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