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[glompcat]

Star Wars (2015-) #51 - Hope Dies Part II - Written by Kieron Gillen - Art by Salvador Larroca

When issue #50 of this comic came out, @sethnakht pointed out that a lot of the way Gillen is framing the events of this arc is in conversation with Rogue One and what we saw in that movie.

Looking at this scene of the Rebels boarding Queen Trios’ ship, as she tries to flee the Rebel base after acting as a secret agent for the Empire, it is near impossible to not see the way this scene echoes the end of the movie.

What is really amazing me about this, honestly, is the way this scene compares and contrasts Leia with Vader. How it revels ways they are similar, and yet are profoundly different.

I just... wow.

Wow.

I seriously love everything about this scene, just wow.

[rozunderpressure]

You're a bit of a crypitid with a side of Novelist when you do AUs, because you're amazing, and I am certainly the reunion tour to some extent, since I often lose my desire to write more when the Canon goes to hell (see AC not solving the Juno thing and post Season 2 TWW for me, and the fact the only big fanfics I ever finished were related to shows that were still good OR ended very good (pre-season 2 TWW and Avatar, thought, my avatar fanfic is Portuguese only))... I think those are the ones who would fit us...

I would give a try to The Novelist for me as well, but I rather just try to write actual novels I'll never finish, because no one cares for giving me feedback, and that will never be read, because fanfics don't take emotional bandwin to get invested into XD

i was thinking this morning about how i categorize fanfic authors that i enjoy like AKC breeds and decided to share my rubric with you:

the specialist: this author has a favorite kink or trope and has written 80% of the content in that tag. you know exactly what you’re getting. they have A Brand™️. no matter what other traits they display, dedicated rare pair authors belong here.

the chocolate box: essentially the exact opposite. this author will try anything once. they have 80+ works in the fandom with no discernible pattern. the shortest one is 268 words and the longest is well over 100k. this breed of author may or may not be related to:

the renaissance fan: they’ve written three things in your fandom: your favorite fic, your notp, and a bizarre crossover with a show you’ve never heard of. you hit “expand fandoms list” on their author page and have to scroll down twice to reach the bottom. whenever you curse the fact that you can’t legally commission fic writers, this is the author you’re thinking about.

the horn dog: they’re here for one thing and one thing only. if someone’s dick is not in another character’s mouth within 500 words, they apologize for it in the author’s notes. they have one (1) g-rated fic.

the rookie: this writer is usually young, new to fandom, or just got a beta-reader for the first time. their fics are a little all over the place, quality-wise, but you’re excited whenever their name pops up because their unique voice gets stronger every time. you feel a personal investment in their development, like you’re an old man reading the local high school sports page and saying “this kid’s the one to watch.”

the live streamer: the most prolific author in the fandom. their works are all over the front page when you sort by kudos. you have no idea how they generate this much work, and have seriously wondered if they have access to an extra-dimensional time portal. their stories are usually un-beta’d and the characterization varies wildly, but their best works are inspired and you’ve read them 30 times.

the cryptid: this one comes out of nowhere every two years, drops the best fanfic you’ve ever read, and disappears. fifteen months after you left a three paragraph comment about how they changed your life, you get a message in your inbox that just says “thanks.”

the novelist: we talk about “filing off the serial numbers” when someone reworks their most popular story to pitch it as an original novel; this author somehow does the reverse. their fics are excellent, usually long-reaching multi-chapter AUs that have almost nothing to do with the on-screen characters except their names. i’d like to extend my personal thanks to this breed of author because it’s the closest i get to reading an actual book.

the reunion tour: this author wrote some of the most popular works in the fandom, but either moved on to k-pop or burned out when canon took a turn for the worse. they put out one new thing a year, often an old draft that’s been haunting them from under the floorboards. their last six author’s notes all say they never thought they’d write this pairing again and “this will probably be the last time.”

who did i miss?

[sassysnowperson]

Hi, I just wanted to say that I read your fanfic 'I Couldn't Say' and I loved it! I do have a question tho, do you Draven actually mourned Merrick and of so, how? But seriously, I love your fanfic and Merrick/Draven, and your headcanons for them

Oh, Anon. Thank you so much for letting me know. And, you know what? I do have some thoughts on the matter. Read on AO3.

Davits Draven didn’t mourn at the wake. He tried. For Merrick’s sake, he tried.

He tried to ignore the glares and mutters as he walked in. The animated story about some regulation Merrick had utterly failed at enforcing petered out as Draven put the bottle of alcohol he had brought down with the rest.

“Why are you even here?” Blue Eight asked, spite and grief filling his voice to equal measure. “You hated the guy.”

Draven kept his face impassive. “Antoc Merrick was a skilled pilot and a fine officer. The Rebellion is poorer for his loss. He deserves to be remembered.”

The lines around Bleu Eight’s jaw set with disgust. “Could have said that while he was alive.”

Draven slipped out shortly after. From the hallway he heard the sounds of laughter, of the wake picking back up again.

(Rest under the readmore) 

Draven placed the four reports next to each other, eyes flicking from one to another in some futile hope that they would reveal Princess Organa’s location, where the bloody Death Star plans had gotten to. It was his officer that had gone rogue, his job to pull solutions from the wreckage.

His job to make sure Andor’s sacrifice hadn’t been in vain.

Andor’s sacrifice and...others.

His door slid open, and Draven looked up, irritation at being disturbed radiating out of him. That faded when he saw the gaunt lines of exhaustion on Colonel Bandwin Cor’s face. Cor was one of the few people who may have had a worse time of things in the past few days. As the head of Starfighter Logistics and Merrick’s right hand man (‘Former,’ Draven thought before his mind skittered away), Cor had been left with a fine mess to wrangle.

“Colonal.”

“General.” Cor’s nod was brief. “I have some business with you.”

“Don’t worry.” Draven shoved some of his thinning blond hair off of his forehead. “I’ll not be bothering your pilots further.”

Cor gave a soft grunt. “I knew Merrick. Knew his habits.” Cor approached Draven’s desk. “You two were circumspect, but not that secretive.”

Draven’s stomach churned, bile rose in his throat. He fought it down, arched an eyebrow as he considered Cor.

Cor laid a small datastick on the desk. “From the General,” Cor said. Then, he produced a medium-sized bottle of Corellian Brandy. “From me. I’m sorry for your loss.”

Grief slammed against the cage of his ribs, and Draven refused to let it out. He picked up the datastick. “What—” he stopped himself, froze when he heard the sharp crack to his voice. He waited for the emotion to blunt before trying again, “What is this?”

Cor said, gently, “I don’t know. I just had instructions to deliver it...in the event. To you.”

Draven’s thumb traced the outside of the stick. “Thank you,” he said, the edge of sandpaper back in his voice.

“Of course.” Cor turned to leave. He paused, his back to Merrick. After a moment he said, “He was a better man. Because of you.”

“I doubt that.” Draven stared down at the datastick.

“I don’t.” Cor took another step toward the door, stopped, then said, “And neither did he.”

With that, Cor left, leaving Draven alone with the bottle and the datastick.

Draven might have said he wasn’t certain why his hand was shaking when he plugged the datastick into his holoprojector, but that would be a lie. A flickering blue holo sprang up, and there was Merrick, rumpled hair and a face full of laugh lines, staring back at Draven.

“Hey, Dav,” the holo said, and Draven lurched forward, jabbed it off, let the picture fade away.

He didn’t drink himself into oblivion, mourning Merrick with the bottle of Corellian Brandy. For his own sake, he didn’t.

He almost mourned Merrick as the Death Star bore down on Yavin and there was nothing left to do but watch. But he didn’t. He tucked the datastick in his pocket and wrapped his fingers around it, letting some of Merrick’s relentless optimism seep into his palm as a some backwater wonder blew up the Emperor's weapon.

Then he sat down and figured out how to get the Rebellion off of Yavin, because all the celebration in the world didn’t change the fact that the Empire knew where they were.

He didn’t mourn as they left Yavin, left Home One, left Vrogas Vas, left endless bases and pit stops trying to stay one step ahead of the Empire. He was too busy trying to coordinate the information the Rebel Alliance needed. Too busy trying to build on the momentum from the Death Star’s destruction.

There was a moment, on Hoth, when he thought he’d mourn. General Airen Cracken, his wayward superior, showed up with a flourish and a string of Outer-Rim contacts. Draven ceded power to Cracken as efficiently as he could and felt a little bit of the responsibility slide from his shoulders. Cracken patted Draven’s back, told him good job, and gave him forty-eight hours off.

Draven retreated to his room, stared at the ceiling for five minutes before the weight of Merrick’s memory pressing in was too much. He pulled the bottle out of his go-bag, where it lived in his left shoe, next to his spare uniform and toiletries; life that could be grabbed in a hurry when everything else was lost. It was perhaps frivolous, to keep something so personal in a bag of essentials, but Draven wasn’t willing to let it go. The datastick wasn’t in his go-bag. It hung on a cord around his neck, nestled next to his heart.

Draven very carefully didn’t think about the sentimental implications of that. It was the best way to keep something safe with his constantly-mobile life. Now, his first moment of quiet in years, he took the cord off of his neck, sat down next to the holoprojector, bottle in hand.

His comm chimed. Cracken’s voice echoed through it, “I’m sorry, General, but one of your operatives in Coyerti is checking in, and I need you to coordinate.”

“Of course. Be right there.” The unopened bottle went back to his bag, the cord back around his neck, and the responsibility back on his shoulders.

Draven didn’t mourn with the slide of sweat-drenched skin, with skin under his teeth and salt on his tongue. He didn’t mourn with hair tangled through his fingers, with limbs wrapped around his own.

That had never been the most important part of who Merrick was to him, anyway.

Luke Skywalker, lit by some inner passion, stalked his way into Draven’s office, telling him off for a call that had burned an agent. “We have to be better than them!” Luke said, golden face screwed up with anger, “Otherwise what’s the point!”

“The point is that you don’t send good credits after bad. Agent Lew understood that.”

“I could have gotten them out!” Luke said, full of bravado and sacrifice.

“Dismissed, Lieutenant,” Draven snapped, harsher than he had intended to.

Luke made an inarticulate noise of frustration and stormed out of the office again. Draven pressed his palm against where the datastick hung under his shirt and nearly mourned.

“Sir, I can get there in time.” There was heartbreak in his agent’s voice. “Please, Sir, I just need to take a speeder.”

“It’s too big of a risk,” Draven said, long habit making the words come easily. “Pull back.”

“Sir, they’re children.”

Draven almost snapped at him for insubordination. Draven almost tore him to shreds for daring to countermind orders.

“Securing the data is your priority. After that—I’ll authorize the speeder use.”

“Sir.” The agent sounded breathless. “Yes, Sir. I’ll...it’s been an honor.”

“May the Force be with you.” Draven managed to get out, grateful there wasn’t anyone else on the comm line.

As the line cut off, Draven ran his fingers under his collar, finding the cord around his neck.

Endor happened, the Emperor was neatly dead, and while some danced in the firelight Draven studied the hierarchy of Imperial Command. No Empire died easily.

Jakku happened, it was a mess, but for the first time Draven could believe that the Empire had been struck a fatal blow.

Chandrila happened, the Galactic Concordance was signed, and it was over.

Supposedly. In the shadows Draven lived the war was never really going to be over. Draven shook his head at the idealists shooting off fireworks, believing that signatures and handshakes would actually make a difference.

The datastick around his chest suddenly felt very heavy.

Draven pulled out his go-bag. The bottle was still there, tucked into his left shoe. He pulled it out, set it on the low table of the living room as celebration flickered outside his window. Draven found a holoprojector and a cup, set them on either side of the bottle, and sat down heavy on the couch.

Hands steady, he opened the bottle and poured himself a glass. He took a sip, aromatic and excellent, only improved with age. Draven breathed in and out, slowly through his nose, and reached for the cord around his neck. With a shaking hand, he plugged the datastick in.

Unchanged by years, the impish face of General Antoc Merrick sprang into being. “Hey Dav,” the figure said.

Draven’s hand spasmed around his cup. This time, he let the holo play.

Merrick’s flickering blue figure swallowed, seeming to gather his thoughts, "So, Cor is giving this to you in case I die and you don't. Which we both know is the likely outcome. I’m not hoping for it, mind you…” Merrick trailed off, shaking his head slightly as he came back to himself. “Don't worry. This isn't a love confession or anything like that."

Merrick looked off to the side, something crinkling the corners of his eyes. "Kriff, could you imagine. That'd be terrible. Wouldn't do that to you. No, I'll say something like that in person or not at all."

The figure of Merrick went slightly blurry until Draven blinked, wet tracks down his cheeks.

“Anyway, we have our ups and downs. I just...felt the need to have this out there. In case we ended—I ended—on one of those downs.” Merrick chewed at his lip, moustache twitching the way it always did when he was lost in thought. “I’ve never liked your methods.” Merrick said, looking straight at the holorecorder. “You’ve driven me crazy from the start.”

Draven huffed a wet laugh, taking a sip of the brandy.

“But, Dav, I’ve never doubted the world you’re trying to build. I’ve never doubted that we’re trying to build the same world. If I don’t make it, and you do, I think you should know that. I trust you with the future. I think it’s in good hands, even if I’m not helping with the building anymore.”

Draven’s eyes closed in a hard blink, and he forced them open again, not wanting to miss a moment.

“As much as I’ve hated your approach...I know it’s needed. You’ve made me a better soldier, you know. Able to make the hard calls. To see the realities of the situation.” Merrick sighed, his shoulders slumping a little. “This is going to be a hard war, and we’re going to need all our skills. Including yours.”

Merrick looked back up, something pleading on his face. “But, Dav, we can’t sink to their level. We can’t sink to their mindset. I know you’ll never admit it, but I made you a better person. Reminded you that not everyone sees the world as a ledger.”

In the privacy of his empty room, Draven felt the truth slip free, “You did.”

Merrick’s figure held his palm up, quiet entreaty. “Don’t forget that, please. Remember it.”

The palm dropped, and Merrick straightened, aura of command surrounding him. “Don’t give up the fight. Don’t let them win. Remember the future we’re fighting for.”

Merrick swallowed, going silent, and Draven felt a sob shake through his chest as Merrick reached for the holorecorder. His hand stopped, and he looked at the camera again, eyes somehow finding Draven’s across the years. The command dropped off of his voice, and all that was left was Antoc, slight smile and a knowing gaze as he said, “You once said you wouldn’t mourn me. But please, remember me.”

The figure cut off, and Draven was left staring at a holoprojector on a table. One choking sob made its way out of his chest. Then another and another. He set down the glass of brandy, worried he’d spill it in his shaking as he sobbed, all grief and fury, staring at the place where Merrick used to be.

As his weeping grew less violent, the glitter of an explosion outside his window caught his eye. He looked over, breath shaking, and he heard the strains of celebration going on outside his door.

Draven unplugged the datastick, tucked it back over his head and under his shirt. He walked out of his room, out of the building, and into the streets teeming with joy. He turned his tear-stained face toward the light, and he remembered. He celebrated. He mourned.

Thanks to @aeshna-uk for chat-blocking the plot with me this morning, and to @tobermoriansass and @chamerionwrites for inspiring the fic in the first place. 

[radioactivepeasant]

You said in one of your posts that the rebels debated what to do about Luke's father for six days. Who said what, who vetoed what, who wanted to get Luke to play- not honeypot, because ick, but similar, who wanted to torture Luke because of what Vader did, who yelled at them, was Luke there, who brought popcorn, who'd they share it with, who was the first to use the word "Sithspawn" and what was the reaction to that, who suggested ignoring the issue, who played devils advocate at all times etc?

So I don’t know a lot about most of the Alliance High Command folk, and I’m just throwing stuff out here now, I think it probably split up into four-ish main groups:

Group One: Alliance personnel who feel sorry for Luke but don’t trust him on missions anymore.These guys are thinking of him the same way they’d think of any other compromised agent. He’s a sweet kid, but he’s a liability. They don’t think he’d willingly turn traitor, but it does not do to leave a live Sith Lord out of one’s calculations. Members of this camp includeColonel Bandwin CorGeneral Jan DodonnaAdmiral NantzGeneral TantorAdmiral MassaMajor Capin HarinarGeneral Veertag

Group Two: Alliance personnel who believe Luke betrayed them to the Empire and should be held accountable for his or his father’s actions(Though they wouldn’t torture him. That’s an Empire thing, and the Alliance made rules. – not to say there aren’t members of the rank and file in a couple divisions who bemoan that, members who suffered personally at the hands of Vader and want some kind of revenge, but thankfully they’re not decision makers in High Command). These guys are the ones who want Skywalker monitored and accompanied by guards when he’s on-base, who screen all outgoing transmissions, who worry that they’re playing into a trap. Members of this group include Chief Airen Cracken – but then, it’s his job to be suspicious, he’s intelligence chiefGeneral Dustil ForellSenator Nower JebelColonel Anj ZavorGeneral Davits Draven

Group Three: Alliance personnel who will defend Luke anytime, anywhere, but are fairly nervous about this half-truce thing going onThese are the ones who very firmly shut down any talk that attacks Luke’s character, and when someone says “Sithspawn,” all it takes is Mon Mothma saying softly, “Bail Organa would be ashamed of you” and there’s an instant apology. This group consists ofLeia Organa (because she loves Luke and doesn’t quite trust Vader with him)Colonel Haxen DeltoGeneral Baccam GrafisGeneral Carlist Rieekan

Group Four: Alliance personnel who see this as an opportunity to either bring down the Empire from the inside or else, worst-case-scenario, enact vast reforms from the throneThese are the ones who, while hoping it never comes to this, are willing to back Luke as heir to the throne. They’re hoping they can restore the Republic still, but if that becomes impossible, they’re all pretty confident that Luke would do his best to restore freedom and justice and they’d prefer to avoid anarchy during that time. This group consists ofLeia Organa (she goes back and forth between this group and the one above)Chancellor Mon MothmaAdmiral Gial AckbarGeneral Crix MadineGeneral Pitt OnoranSenator Tynnra PamloSenator Vasp VasparGeneral Tantor (they won him over eventually)

[kingsmakers]

And also Farlan, Merridy & Arilyn since you wanted to answer for all

Full Name: King Farlan DolorinGender and Sexuality: Male / HomosexualPronouns: He/himEthnicity/Species: White/humanBirthplace and Birthdate: 3rd April, 587 / Delcosta, SidrumGuilty Pleasures: Late-night dalliances with the captain of the guard, copious amounts of wine, his loved ones being happyPhobias: People finding out he has no interest in women, losing his familyWhat They Would Be Famous For: The King who never took a wife or had a childWhat They Would Get Arrested For: Considering the day and age he’s in? Sodomy.OC You Ship Them With: Pretty much any male oc, come at with them headcanons.OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Anyone who wants the throne.Favourite Movie/Book Genre: FantasyLeast Favourite Movie/Book Cliche: Bury your gaysTalents and/or Powers: He’s a good actor. He puts on a mask of joviality to disguise the fact that he doesn’t really like ruling, he feels kind of helpless to help some of his loved ones. He does the best he can to make sure everyone is happy.Why Someone Might Love Them: He’s a very popular King, he’s certainly got the best interests of his people at heart.Why Someone Might Hate Them: He can turn a blind eye to some ugly truths.How They Change: He’s pretty naive and he’s got his blinders on in the beginning. He doesn’t like seeing ugly and bad things happening, but realises that he really has to, he’s the King and he needs to accept everything that’s come with his choices.Why You Love Them: Look Farlan is a precious cinnamon roll who deserves nothing but love and happiness.

Full Name: Princess Merridy DolorinGender and Sexuality: Female / PansexualPronouns: She/herEthnicity/Species: White/humanBirthplace and Birthdate: 9th July, 594 / Delcosta, SidrumGuilty Pleasures: Summer festivals, spiting men who try and control her, playing the fiddlePhobias: Anyone trying to hurt members of her family, ambitious menWhat They Would Be Famous For: Okay I won’t give spoilers, but she plays a pretty prominent role is all I shall say.What They Would Get Arrested For: TheftOC You Ship Them With: Just someone who is good to her, girl deserves to be treated right.OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Hmm unsure on this one.Favourite Movie/Book Genre: MysteryLeast Favourite Movie/Book Cliche: The damsel in distress.Talents and/or Powers: Merridy is very clever, more so than others realise a lot of the time, and she’s good at convincing others to do her bidding. She also sees dead people, I wonder what that’s all about?Why Someone Might Love Them: Despite the fact that she has a temper, she has a kind heart and she just wants to be accepted as important despite her gender, which is difficult considering the time she’s in.Why Someone Might Hate Them: She plots despite being mad at others for doing so. However, she plots to keep her older brother safe rather than plotting how to get the throne.How They Change: Merridy is an absolute entitled, spoilt brat at the start of the story. She thinks that she just say or do anything and it won’t matter. She starts to realise that she’s often controlled by the men in her life and she pushes to break away from that.Why You Love Them: She honestly just wants what’s best for herself and her family. She isn’t overly ambitious, she’s happy with where she is and she is adamant on protecting those she loves.

Full Name: Arilyn RhindalGender and Sexuality: Female / HeterosexualPronouns: She/herEthnicity/Species: White/humanBirthplace and Birthdate: 15th April, 595 / Bandwin, SidrumGuilty Pleasures: Hot baths, singing, pretty dressesPhobias: Unnecessary violenceWhat They Would Be Famous For: Hmm I think probably being the first female adviser to a royal monarch.What They Would Get Arrested For: FraudOC You Ship Them With: Omg it would have to be some gentle cinnamon roll tbh.OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Who’d wanna kill this sweet girl?Favourite Movie/Book Genre: RomanceLeast Favourite Movie/Book Cliche: Women running away with men in situations where it’d never happen in real lifeTalents and/or Powers: She’s a talented actress and also has a very pretty singing voice, she has a high level of empathy and is very sympathetic toward others.Why Someone Might Love Them: She’s sweet and kind, she has a good heart and a gentle nature.Why Someone Might Hate Them: Hmm, maybe because she’s a bit timid? She can be seen as having no spine at times.How They Change: Arilyn is very meek and mild, but she grows more aware of her importance and the fact that she can help create change. She becomes more assertive and less willing to just do as she’s told.Why You Love Them: She’s honestly just so cute??

[sallyrosemusic]

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[kingsmakers]

Chalix, Jupiter & Dommiel for the oc ask

Thank you for asking about these absolute pieces of trash, here we go:

Full Name:Crown Prince Chalix DolorinGender and Sexuality: Male / HeterosexualPronouns: He/himEthnicity/Species: White/humanBirthplace and Birthdate: 14th January, 591 / Delcosta, SidrumGuilty Pleasures: Smoking opium, archery, hitting womenPhobias: Gifted Ones, magic of any sortWhat They Would Be Famous For: Most likely something to do with archery, he’s excellent with a bow and arrow.What They Would Get Arrested For: Aggravated assaultOC You Ship Them With: I mean no one unless they’re a literal masochist?OC Most Likely To Murder Them: I would say a lot of them.Favourite Movie/Book Genre: Black comedyLeast Favourite Movie/Book Cliche: The villain being overpowered by a weak, unsuspecting person.Talents and/or Powers: As previously stated he is a master archer, he is also not too bad at all with a sword.Why Someone Might Love Them: Honestly unless someone sees him as a “tortured soul” I really can’t see why they would.Why Someone Might Hate Them: A lot of reasons. Misogynistic as fuck, unkind toward women including his sister, loves openly mocking people, the list goes on really.How They Change: He really only gets more paranoid throughout the story, he’s got a huge secret and as it becomes more and more likely that it will be exposed, Chalix becomes really desperate to prevent that from happening.Why You Love Them: Look with these three you aren’t gonna get a lot of love. They are trash human beings. But if I HAD to say, probably his loyalty to his family.

Full Name: Lord Jupiter DolorinGender and Sexuality: Male / HeterosexualPronouns:He/himEthnicity/Species: White/humanBirthplace and Birthdate: 27th March, 592 / Ainsleigh, SidrumGuilty Pleasures: Reading history volumes, board games such as chess, fascinated with gardensPhobias: Loss of power, being overshadowedWhat They Would Be Famous For: Honestly probably just his level of intricate plotsWhat They Would Get Arrested For: TreasonOC You Ship Them With: Again no one because he’s so sly and just…ugh someone would have to match up with his level of cunning.OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Another tough one, because the answer again is, probably a lot of them.Favourite Movie/Book Genre: DramaLeast Favourite Movie/Book Cliche: The hero/heroine triumphing over their opponents with very little preparation or skillTalents and/or Powers: He’s incredibly intelligent, and very unassuming. You don’t look at him and see a threat and that’s exactly how he likes it. Very good at deducing weaknesses in others.Why Someone Might Love Them: I would say probably anyone who likes characters like Loki wouldn’t mind Jupiter. Someone who doesn’t mind being with a person who opens their mouth and spins gilded lies.Why Someone Might Hate Them: He rarely says what he means. He’s clever at twisting words to make them mean something completely different. He can be quite frustrating and he has absolutely no sense of loyalty.How They Change: Jupiter starts off as very cocky and self-assured. He doesn’t think he can ever be defeated intellectually, or that anyone could unravel his plans. But then people do and he finds his control slipping.Why You Love Them: Again, he’s trash, but if I had to give a reason I would say that I love how smart he is. He lives in an age where physical prowess is a big deal, and he doesn’t have that and deals with things more subtly.

Full Name:Lord Dommiel RhindalGender and Sexuality: Male / HeterosexualPronouns: He/himEthnicity/Species: White/humanBirthplace and Birthdate: 17th May, 589 / Bandwin, SidrumGuilty Pleasures: Drinking at parties, tourneysPhobias: Losing everything he feels he’s worked forWhat They Would Be Famous For: Probably for climbing his way up to being the husband of a princess, and father of a future king.What They Would Get Arrested For: Attempted murderOC You Ship Them With: Again, no oneOC Most Likely To Murder Them: Probably plenty, he’s an ass.Favourite Movie/Book Genre: Action/adventureLeast Favourite Movie/Book Cliche: People sacrificing themselves heroically to save someone elseTalents and/or Powers: He’s a brilliant swordsman and good enough with a bow and arrow to challenge Chalix. He’s also very clever and manipulative.Why Someone Might Love Them: I mean outwardly, he’s a dreamboat. Golden good looks, charming demeanour, quick-witted and good with weapons. So on the surface, he looks good and if someone only loved him for that then maybe it’d be okay, if they like never ever looked deeper.Why Someone Might Hate Them: He’s cruel and ambitious. Although he has more loyalty than someone like Jupiter, Dommiel doesn’t care about hurting others to get what he wants.How They Change: I mean he does learn some affection when he has children, and figures out he actually can care for people after all without them being merely pawns.Why You Love Them: Meh, he’s a good dad, that’s about all I can give the guy credit for.