#DAVE SWIRL SUPREMACY

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GAH

Davekat i drew during sahcon

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Halloween interactive event (p.3)

The fault crew gets spat out of the Spiral of doom™, one by one. The first sensation that hits them is unreality. Everything is just a little too blurry, a little too disorienting, a little too dreamy. The feeling calms down after a bit, but it's still there, just on the peripherals of their minds.

They seem to be in a garden. A royal-like garden, to be precise. Bushes of rainbow roses(?) surround them on all sides except one where the mansion stands. It's relatively old-looking, probably relatively new for Phil. The style of the early 1900's.

In front of them, a person in a crow mask stands. Dave is sitting on his shoulder, now visible to everyone. The person speaks:

"Welcome to the masquerade! State your name please."

He is holding a paper notebook of some sort, seemingly one with every guest's name.

The Blade: *Jogs out of the portal. He’s pretty used to getting teleported so he isn’t phased about his body unraveling into nothing and reassembling elsewhere. Now what really divides him is the pull between Dave and the garden. After deep inner turmoil he begins exploring the garden. Or rather, judging its suboptimal growth strategy. Smh the yield is so subpar.*

Wilbur: *Pops out, void chaotically swirling and ready to attack. Mostly just ends up ripping flowers. What? It eats when it’s stressed!

Philza: *The portal explodes with light as he pours through in a blaze, only to blink and realize it’s chill. Warily keeps an eye on the figure as he calms down Wilbur.*

Tommy: *Shaking bc covered in bees.*

Tubbo: *Bees after bees after bees pouring in. Eventually a dinosaur inflatable suit is spat out. Their groan peters out as they spy the lush garden, and immediately they join The Blade to start judging the garden and talking smack. insert minor joke about Rhodes and Rosalind both being named after roses here.*

[figure asks for names]

Wilbur: Ah but it isn’t polite to ask guests first! If you wouldn’t mind giving me the pleasure, would you give me your name first? ……. *His genuflection falters to a scowl.* Saw right through that, huh.

Philza: Invite did say to remain a secret or else. So, everyone do be careful about identities.

Tommy: Oi spooky figure! MY name is Alpha Male Supreme and you will refer to me as such.

Tubbo: Supreme???

Tommy: please, Mr Supreme was my father. Call me Alpha Male Supreme. Full title. Every time.

The Blade: y’know, The Blood God’s domain is Supremacy, so like, does that make you my disciple?

Tommy: Nope! Other way around big B, you’re my apprentice in Alpha Male Supremacyness. I basically taught you everything I know.

The Blade: ….huh the voices say this is lore compliant. Anyway I’m going to ignore that. Hulloo, my name is Wilbur.

Wilbur: I’m going to kill you (this is legally a joke).

The Blade: hey! It’s my costume! It’s not my fault you named yourself after a famous pig!

Wilbur: *hotly* I did NOT- I did not. Because my name is Solaris.

Philza: And my name is Philza :)

Wilbur: *screeching* DAD!

Philza: eh it’s not my True Name. I’ve had a lot of them over the years. What’s the harm? No really. What’s the harm. Come at me mother m̸͉͒ư̴̻f̵̻̏f̶͔̏i̷͍͑n̴̘̕er I’m waiting :)

[beholdthepriceofoblivion]

OBLIVION

{ |18+| RoyalStuck AU. Think Homestuck + ASOIAF/HOTD. TW: Incest, violence, political schemes.

Like many of the ancient houses of old nobility, the royal line of Derse also seeks to maintain its 'purity' by marrying rulers to close members of the family...who often have a nasty tendency to try and murder each other for supremacy.

The main royal line died out without direct heirs so the cadet Strilonde branch now holds the heirs to the throne. Rose is selected by oracle/spirit medium Aradia Megido to be the queen, although there are rumours that she used her Seer connections among the oracles to gain favours...

Now she must take a consort that shares the royal blood, and try to stay alive.

(Mainly looking for a Dave, Dirk, Roxy, Lil Hal... Hell, if you could find a reason for Bro or Mom Lalonde to be there, them too. Aradia could even work for oracle shenanigans. Reply if you'd like to RP someone else and we'll talk it over.}

Gathering up her trailing silk skirts, Rose swirled around the room again and again: heels echoing as they clacked off of the dark marble floors. The fabric made a slight shushing sound - the tiny black pearls sewn into it scraping and clicking.

Rose almost couldn't hear anything over the pounding of her own heart. Her mouth was dry and she ached to drink until everything was a sweet haze, but she had to stay sharp for the next few days, at least. Maybe for the rest of her life.

In a way her entire life had been leading up to this moment... All the subterfuge, all the training, the endless lesson on politics and apothecary skills; the times she had spent lying sprawled on that smoky oracle floor with a bottle of potent liquor in her hand trying to peer into a future that squirmed away from her like the grasping tentacles of the horrorterrors.

Everything was going to change now. That was what Aradia had said.

But really, who could tell with Megido? That girl was completely inexplicable. Rose had seen visions of herself with the crown atop her head for years, but that didn't mean it would happen. The direct heirs had always been there, and suddenly they were not. One died in a sparring accident. One during childbirth; taking the child with them into the void. The last perished in suspicious circumstances.

Rose remembered going to a standard scrying meeting with Aradia to divine with tea-leaves and smoke and cards and moon water, but everything went black - not an entirely unusual occurrence when they used various potions and hallucinogenic assistants... but what was unusual were the black stains on her fingers when she woke the next day, the strange metallic taste in her mouth, and the news that the final main heir was dead.

Suddenly their house, the Strilonde cadet branch, was next in line - and their crest was emblazoned on everything. Suddenly, Rose found her name translated from the garbled, ancient words of the Old Ones that echoed from a deep, constantly guarded chasm that the castle had been built around - said to strike to the sweating, oozing black heart of Derse.

She had looked around at the pale hair and mingled acid-bright eyes of her kin across the roaring, black flames of the ceremonial fire and knew that sooner or later she would have to choose one of them to stand beside her as a consort. But which...? The royal line had to be maintained through them.

A sharp knock on the door startled her out of her pondering. Rose was almost glad, for once, not to be left alone with her tangled thoughts.

"Come to congratulate me?" She asked, dryly, as she swung open the vast door to face whoever was behind it. Her hand clenched on a hidden, needle thin dagger in the voluminous folds of her skirt - it wasn't unknown for the selected to be killed during, or immediately after, the ceremony.

[let-fans-be-fans]

STAR WARS Episode 8 - The Last Jedi

Only read after watching The Mandalorian s2 e8

Imagine a Lucasfilm Story Group that has actually worked as a group since 2015.  Chuck Wendig’s draft of the first Aftermath novel has been roundly mocked and pulped before ever being committed to print.  This isn’t about that, though.  This is the germination of the story seed that is planted in The Mandalorian, so join me as we explore one of the possibilities that could have happened within the Star Wars universe: What If Grogu (the Child/Baby Yoda) first appeared in TLJ?

Ahch-To, the steps.  Luke Skywalker regards his guest Rey with a quizzical expression, telling her simply but firmly “I can’t take that, but there is a place for it somewhere...” and the two move inside Luke’s little hut.  Passing by a large levitating pod, Rey (and the audience) experiences mental flashes of meeting Finn.  Smash-cut to Finn himself waking up in the recovery suit in the med-bay.  Finn/Rose/whatever sub-plot (this post isn’t about fixing THAT car-crash, let it marinate) ensues, does what it does.  This timeline’s Rian Johnson, however, is co-existing with LFL’s Story Group and especially Dave Filoni.  They’ve cooked up one hell of an A-plot, and it continues thusly:

Rey never sees what is in the pod, and begins to wonder if Luke is messing with her or starting to go a little peculiar from isolation, on account of how he talks to it.  In fact, something is starting to make her feel slightly more at ease.  Maybe even a little guilty when Luke’s mood turns sombre and he says, “I know.  About Han, and Ben...”  We maybe even get a little nostalgia-boost by Luke opting to use the training remote and blast-shield helmet to start training Rey.  It’s like poetry, it rhymes.

All through this time, Luke has not withdrawn himself from the Force out of shame.  He has always kept himself open to it, learning from the spirits of his teachers.  The night that Rey decides to leave and try to aid the Resistance (or to confront Kylo Ren for her own reasons) is the night that Luke receives a visitation from two very unexpected spirits.

That’s right, y’all.  The first Force ghost appearance of a non-Force-sensitive character in the Saga.  Padmé and Anakin show up to give Luke the news that some strange, dark figure has attempted to kill Leia by shooting at her private chamber on the Resistance flagship, only for Luke to not understand why they don’t know the attacker’s name.   “You don’t need to hide it, to protect him.  You know, as well as I do, that it was Ben!”  Anakin shares a concerned look with the spirit of his wife, and the next thing he says would absolutely blow the cinema audience out of every single seat in the house.  “Luke?  Son, listen to me.  Who is this Ben?”

That’s right.  Anakin Skywalker, the former Sith Lord Darth Vader, has absolutely no idea that our sequel trilogy’s Vader-like antagonist (his own grandson) even exists.  Even as the Force ghosts watching over Luke and Leia and their families for all this time, both Padmé and Anakin explain that from their perspective, something is bending the Force itself around Ben Solo, pulling him away from not only the Light side, but also from its Dark side.  “The boy, Ben Solo, is living his entire life surrounded by a wound in the Force.  This wound, it’s very subtly, slowly eating him!”

Luke is still in shock from hearing the ghosts of his parents telling him what is happening to Kylo Ren.  Rey is trying to keep him out but the villain is urged by his twisted Master, the Supreme Leader of the First Order.  Their telepathic communication is picked up on by Luke, who all at once sees what has truly become of his nephew.  Ben Solo appears to his uncle, surrounded by tendrils that look like animated cracks in a pane of window glass.  This is the wound in the Force, and its presence is felt most strongly by the eldest living Force-sensitive on the island of Ahch-To.  A short cry splits the cracked and bleeding image of Kylo Ren and Rey wakes with a sudden start.  Luke is frowning as he looks toward the floating cradle, then he makes his decision.  We (and Rey) are about to meet the 100 % physical in-camera puppet.  Cast and crew are made to sign an infinite supply of Non-Disclosure Agreements, Rian Johnson is talked into only letting Mark Hamill, Daisy Ridley and the puppeteers onto the sets while everybody else is shooting their things.

The cradle pod swings back its protective lid slowly, and there he is making his debut before an audience that paid full movie theater (remember those?) ticket prices.  Exuding full fucking “Gizmo in the box on the coffee table” energy, the Child glances sleepily between Rey and Luke.  This is why the legendary Jedi Master left the civilized New Republic, he tells Rey.  The massacre of his first generation of Jedi students, the betrayal by his nephew, all of it would have been for nothing if he couldn’t save one very important life.  Rey is sworn to protect the Child, who is old enough now to speak his own name.   “Grogu?  Is that what he said?”  “One of his protectors told me it’s his name, right before telling me how I looked just like my father.  We had a pretty good laugh about that...”

Leia/Poe/Holdo subplot, and [THE FOLLOWING PARAGRAPH WILL ONLY INCITE SHOUTY BEARDO YOUTUBERS TO SCISSOR THE HEADS OFF ACTION FIGURES THEY BUY WITH THEIR OWN MONEY, THEREFORE IT IS CENSORED TO SHIELD THE AUTHOR FROM PROSECUTION]

Before the Holdo manoeuvre, the Hyperspace Karen or whatever you want to call it, Rey acts out the plan that she and Luke have concocted in secret so that Chewbacca in the Millennium Falcon can safely evacuate both Luke and Grogu.  Rey hasn’t been told about the wound in the Force that swirls around Kylo Ren, but for some reason she can now see the same churning mass of tiny cracks in reality, and they spread out behind the Supreme Leader Snoke in much the same manner that Palpatine’s throne sat before the spiderweb-looking window of his tower on the Death Star.   This is it, we think.  Snoke is the wound in the Force drawing Ben away from his true self.  Even as the lightsabre that Rey brought with her ignites and strikes Snoke dead, the audience is thinking along with Rey that the wound is going to close up.

IT GETS BIGGER.  AND IT FUCKING CONSUMES SNOKE’S BISECTED CORPSE LIKE A SHADOW VERSION OF THE THING FROM THE 1982 MOVIE

So no.  Rey sees it happen, but Kylo remains completely oblivious as he takes up leadership of the First Order.  Something about the way he accuses Rey of the murder makes us think he really believes it too.  As Rey narrowly escapes, haunted by the sight of the living animalistic wrongness that ate Supreme Leader Snoke, General Hux is rather confused.  “Forgive me, ah, Supreme Leader.  But you are the first Supreme Leader of the First Order.  There was never a previous holder of that position, my Lord.”  I know!  Right!?

The Resistance’s last ships have limped along the supply line to the long-abandoned old Rebel holdout on the silicate world of Crait.  The wreckage of Snoke’s flagship the Supremacy, hangs in space, permanently suspended in the wake of the Holdo manoeuvre.  From the epicentre, a single pinprick of darkness begins to expand hungrily to devour the light from the hyperspace explosion.  The great wound left in the Force crawls across the destroyed vessel, the thinnest tendril of its immense darker-than-space form now separated from Kylo Ren.  Or, so it would seem, anyway...  Reunited with Rey, Luke gives her an understanding nod when she informs him of how the lightsabre of his father was literally ripped in half by the destruction of Snoke’s flagship.  Some of the elder members of the Resistance don’t have the slightest clue what Rey’s mysterious words mean.  As far as they know, Kylo Ren has been the brutal enforcer of the First Order, only recently declaring himself the first Supreme Leader of the faction.  Finn and Rose both speak up in defense of Rey, both of them surprised to hear that Leia also knew of Snoke’s death and the destruction of the flagship by her erstwhile friend, Amilyn Holdo.

Nobody can agree what happened, because a large subset of Resistance personnel share vague, half-formed memories of things as Luke, Rey or Leia tells them.  No droids, or Chewbacca, share their recollections, and uneasy looks pass between members of the post-war generation and the Skywalker twins.   It’s a quirk of the Force!  Every sentient born after the death of Emperor Palpatine, the unfortunately waylaid Maz Kanata informs them via hologram, possesses a significantly higher potential for Force abilities than the generation who grew up on the fringes of the rise of the Empire, the clamp-down on Jedi and suspected Jedi.

It would seem that this Force baby boom did not extend to First Order space (being mostly disaffected ex-Imperials, their families would be more careful to weed out any aberrations in the bloodline and try not to be of interest to the Emperor) as only Kylo Ren, their rightful Supreme Leader and master of the Knights of Ren demonstrates any ability to touch the Force.  That voice that only he can hear in the presence of Darth Vader’s ruined helmet tells him, its tone and pitch and cadence shifting (starting as the booming bass rumble of Vader’s synthesized voice before being joined by the harsh rasp of Snoke.  The low, menacing tone of Maul and the cackling, wheezing Palpatine.)  Power is the only thing worth holding onto.  Let the past die, kill it if you have to.   Cut out the weakness that keeps you bound to things like family...

“This is not going to go the way you think.”

Driven on by the maddening chorus of voices, Supreme Leader Kylo Ren has now managed to track his hated Resistance opposition to the deserted world of Crait.  Ships entering the vicinity of the mysterious hyperspace blackout are slowly consumed, vanishing into the great wound and becoming officially non-existent.  Alone against his crazed nephew, the Jedi Master Luke Skywalker steps out onto the crystalline plain before the bulkhead doors of the former Rebel base.  He cannot be hit by the guns of the lumbering walkers that his errant nephew orders to fire on him.  Kylo’s attempts to telekinetically barrage Luke with the salted earth of Crait simply do not phase the man.  As he calmly reminds Kylo: “The Rebellion is reborn today. The war is just beginning. And I will not be the last Jedi.” Kylo Ren’s dangerously unstable lightsabre blade harmlessly passes over Luke as he ducks out of its reach.  Finally, the angry young man seizes his moment and lashes out at Luke’s midsection.  Nothing?

The Jedi Master nods his head slowly, the camera pulling back to reveal him sat in a meditative posture atop a flat-headed rock just off the shore of his home island on Ahch-To.  Focusing his will through the Force, Luke appears not only in front of Kylo Ren, but also between Leia and Rey inside the base.  The two of them in turn are surrounded by a loose semi-circle of the younger, more Force-sensitive recruits of the Resistance including Finn and Rose Tico.  All of them, opening their conscious selves to the Force, are helping to shoulder the burden that Luke has taken on.  Proudly, Luke slowly rises from his seat and sends a mocking salute to Kylo.  “See ya ‘round, kid...”

The last supplies are loaded onto what few Resistance carriers and short-range fighters they have left, as well as the famous Millennium Falcon. Rey and Grogu both agree that their first priority is to properly re-establish contact with Luke Skywalker.  Furious, Kylo retreats to his ship-board meditation chamber, pounding his gloved fists into the ashes surrounding the remnants of Vader’s helmet.  Cursing the scavenger girl seems to spark some interest in the bizarre otherworldly whispers, the flash-image of Rey in the dark young man’s thoughts prompting the inner voice to remark, “We shall be re-united soon enough.  Yes, you will see what new powers I possess in time, sister...”

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[beholdthepriceofoblivion]

OBLIVION: A Homestuck Royal AU

{ |18+| RoyalStuck AU. Think Homestuck + ASOIAF/HOTD. TW: Incest, violence, political schemes.

Like many of the ancient houses of old nobility, the royal line of Derse also seeks to maintain its 'purity' by marrying rulers to close members of the family...who often have a nasty tendency to try and murder each other for supremacy.

The main royal line died out without direct heirs so the cadet Strilonde branch now holds the heirs to the throne. Rose is selected by oracle/spirit medium Aradia Megido to be the queen, although there are rumours that she used her Seer connections among the oracles to gain favours...

Now she must take a consort that shares the royal blood, and try to stay alive.

(Mainly looking for a Dave, Dirk, Roxy, Lil Hal... Hell, if you could find a reason for Bro or Mom Lalonde to be there, them too. Aradia could even work for oracle shenanigans. Reply if you'd like to RP someone else and we'll talk it over.}

Gathering up her trailing silk skirts, Rose swirled around the room again and again: heels echoing as they clacked off of the dark marble floors. The fabric made a slight shushing sound - the tiny black pearls sewn into it scraping and clicking.

Rose almost couldn't hear anything over the pounding of her own heart. Her mouth was dry and she ached to drink until everything was a sweet haze, but she had to stay sharp for the next few days, at least. Maybe for the rest of her life.

In a way her entire life had been leading up to this moment... All the subterfuge, all the training, the endless lesson on politics and apothecary skills; the times she had spent lying sprawled on that smoky oracle floor with a bottle of potent liquor in her hand trying to peer into a future that squirmed away from her like the grasping tentacles of the horrorterrors.

Everything was going to change now. That was what Aradia had said.

But really, who could tell with Megido? That girl was completely inexplicable. Rose had seen visions of herself with the crown atop her head for years, but that didn't mean it would happen. The direct heirs had always been there, and suddenly they were not. One died in a sparring accident. One during childbirth; taking the child with them into the void. The last perished in suspicious circumstances.

Rose remembered going to a standard scrying meeting with Aradia to divine with tea-leaves and smoke and cards and moon water, but everything went black - not an entirely unusual occurrence when they used various potions and hallucinogenic assistants... but what was unusual were the black stains on her fingers when she woke the next day, the strange metallic taste in her mouth, and the news that the final main heir was dead.

Suddenly their house, the Strilonde cadet branch, was next in line - and their crest was emblazoned on everything. Suddenly, Rose found her name translated from the garbled, ancient words of the Old Ones that echoed from a deep, constantly guarded chasm that the castle had been built around - said to strike to the sweating, oozing black heart of Derse.

She had looked around at the pale hair and mingled acid-bright eyes of her kin across the roaring, black flames of the ceremonial fire and knew that sooner or later she would have to choose one of them to stand beside her as a consort. But which...? The royal line had to be maintained through them.

A sharp knock on the door startled her out of her pondering. Rose was almost glad, for once, not to be left alone with her tangled thoughts.

"Come to congratulate me?" She asked, dryly, as she swung open the vast door to face whoever was behind it. Her hand clenched on a hidden, needle thin dagger in the voluminous folds of her skirt - it wasn't unknown for the selected to be killed during, or immediately after, the ceremony.