#big grandpa energy

[judas-isariot]

Yes.

capn cuttlefish would wear this

[xxplastic-cubexx]

still thinking of my fave marvel rivals interaction where my jeff and i were hanging on the point after knocking out the other team and lil bro sprays the space in front of me and emotes and we both said thank you at the same time like i fear im never forgetting that ever

[illiana-mystery]

I really love this era. Especially his hair. 🥴😍

[curseofthebloodcountess]

Session 35

Spoilers Ahead!

Our last two sessions have been wild. The party learned that Rictavio’s tiger had escaped. Izek Strazni, as captain of the guard, was ordering Vallakians to go inside, but he asked the warlock if she could help to heal Gunter Arasek, who he claimed had been mauled in the tiger’s escape. Theo agreed readily and followed Izek to Vallakovich manor while the rest of the party went in search of the tiger. They found (and healed) a nearly-dead Karl Wachter, who was responsible for the tiger’s escape. They left him to lick his wounds and Alistor, Tam, and the Kolyanaviches delved into the woods, where they ran into Ez and an old man they did not recognize, arguing about the tiger. The man was Dr. Rudolph van Richten, vampire hunter. Ez told the party (who she knows is traveling with Doru) that the tiger is trained to hunt vampires. Alistor and the Kolyanaviches slipped off in one direction. Tam made a false trail and persuaded Van Richten and Ez to follow it. (DM Note: Van Richten wasn’t fooled and was fairly sure, based on his understanding of the area, that they would loop around to be able to corner the vampire in question). Meanwhile, in town, Theo quickly learned that Mr. Arasek was not there, not injured, and that Izek would not let her go. He knocked her out and she awoke in his room, surrounded by dolls that looked like her, her “sisters” (other creations of the Abbot’s), and Ireena, and wearing a wedding dress. She sent her familiar (a homebrew creature called a “cherub” that is a celestial warlock response to the imp) to get Victor to help. However, Benny, the familiar, only has limited telepathy, so Victor didn’t have a better plan besides firebolting the door. 

He forgot that Theo is terrified of fire. This initiated combat and Victor and Theo took down Izek below half health. He realized he was losing and that the woman he loves did not reciprocate. In a moment of conscience, he delivered one of the most amazing final lines I’ve ever delivered, “There are no heroes in this room. Not even you, Theodora. But I want you to know that I never raised a hand to you in this fight.” And, hopes utterly destroyed, skin necrotic and burning with holy fire, he lit himself on regular fire as Victor and Theo fled. They managed to put out the fire, but not save Izek. It’s tragic because Theo and Izek really were friends. His obsession ruined it. Theo and Victor agreed they would tell people Izek died trying to save them from the fire and they went to find the rest of the party.

Alistor and the Kolyanaviches discovered the cabin in the woods, where the tiger had Doru cornered and planned an ambush on it. Alistor also had to explain tigers (and saber toothed tigers) to his bewildered boyfriend and Ireena. I don’t think Ismark was prepared for the tiger to be THAT BIG, but he and Alistor started to attack it and very nearly killed it. 

Meanwhile Tam, Ez, and Van Richten ran into some local farmers (people Tam knows in passing) leading a child in a muzzle and chains into the woods with intent to bury her neck deep and abandon her for having turned into a “vampire”. Tam corrected some of the farmers’ misconceptions while Van Richten inspected the girl. If she was a vampire, he would kill her, and if she wasn’t… 

She was a dhampir. Tam, the girl’s father, Van Richten, and Ez deliberated on what to do about this, whether she’d be better off mercy killed (Van Richten), taken to Father Lucian (Tam), or taken to Immol. As they talked, Theo and Victor crashed through the underbrush to find them and Tam persuaded the father to take his child to Immol. The group pressed on and Van Richten accidentally outed himself as Rictavio. Theo, who was already having a horrible day, had her celebrity crush dashed on the rocks as they approached the cabin and joined the fight. Victor used hypnotic pattern to hold Doru, Alistor, Ireena, and the tiger still. Ez and Tam moved the tiger, Durga, so she could be healed by Van Richten and taken away from the fight. Theo rushed to help Doru, but when he unfroze, he was gripped by bloodlust (emphasis on lust) and tried to rush the injured Alistor to feed. Theo pinned him to the wall and he started to flirt with her (his beloved fiancee) with no restraints before sinking his fangs into her throat and drinking. Van Richten Zone of Truth’d the party to find out why they were siding with the vampire. As he did that, however, the party all started asking Theo questions about why she was wearing a wedding dress, what do you mean there was a fire, etc. Theo struggled. A lot. 

Van Richten tried to leave without Ez (yet again) and she stopped him. The party began to interrogate him. Who is he? Is he really Van Richten or Rictavio? And what does he plan to do next, anyways?

“I,” Van Richten said with a grin, “am going to kill Strahd von Zarovich.”

End session. 

I am so pumped!! It was so chaotic and fun!! I have a lot of feelings about these characters - all the PCs and NPCs - and I want to see good things happen for them and for our story. It’ll probably be 2-3 weeks until we can play again, so I hope we can keep the momentum going!

[fenharel-archived]

nooo i didnt make ysi/astarions dhampir kids in the cc aha i swear-

[morninkim]

Rise of the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers - Dr. Finster & Lord Zedd (Incomplete)

When the Rangers freed Tommy from Rita's control, the shadow desperately seized the body of Dr. Finster, whose biology knowledge she'd been using to create monsters since manipulating him into releasing her.

With him, she casts a ritual to restore her master, Lord Zedd, from the remaining seventh shard of the original Zeo Crystal the Power Coins were forged from.

She is able to restore him, but at the cost of herself, as the incomplete Dark Specter forcefully absorbs her back into himself directly from Dr. Finster's body. Leaving the man exhausted, weakened.

Incomplete as he may be, Zedd's cunning and tactical mind from the war 10,000 years ago remains intact, and he enlists Dr. Finster to fetch him Goldar and his followers. They have work to be done.

[edgepunk]

can't help but think about the fact that Yuri Lowenthal voiced both Ben Tennyson and Peter Parker, and if they ever met, Peter would immediately adopt Ben as his younger sibling like he did with Miles

[grislyintentions]

The weather is cold. Noodle dragons must take care to remain warm and comfortable, lest they fall prey to the dangers of lower temperatures.

He shall knit them little noodle sweaters and offer to place them in his coat pockets for a safe nest.

[imjusthorsinaroundgetit]

Anyone on here watch the bojack dubs? I've seen about 4 of em for season 1 .. and i end up just thinking of todd saying, "How many timese have you watched this episode."

[its-rebloggin-time]

Oh, boy, I have a lot.

[bovineblogger]

Just wanted to pitch my two cents in response to the previous anon! Hi friend, I know for a lot of us who get our food shrink wrapped and packaged at the grocery store it’s mind boggling to even imagine there’s a healthy way of animal husbandry.

I grew up in The Big City™️ but was raised by my grandparents. They grew up farming (just crops, their families were too poor to own livestock or purchase meat/milk/eggs) and taught me to have an incredible respect for where food comes from. We grew our own crops in the tiny backyard, composted, and did aquaculture even before I knew what it was. We bought our smaller meat from the local butcher minimally processed. You had to debone and process the whole chicken, fish, rabbit, frogs, etc. Grandpa traded his veggies for different fruits with the other oldies. Grandma made her own wine and yogurt. And I’ve worked and volunteered at animal shelters and wildlife rescue/rehab centers growing up. I still compost nearly all of my food waste. Even then, I didn’t truly understand the extent to which a properly cared for animal farm could be healthy and ethical.

Until I met one of my previous partners that is. They grew up in an incredibly rural area on a family farm that had animals, including a herd of cows for meat. They hunted, but always to protect the livestock and made use of the animals they killed/sold them to others in town who would. It seemed so counterintuitive to my sensibilities and raised my hackles at first. How could you say you love animals and do that? But I began asking questions…for hours and hours because it was nothing I’d been exposed to.

The way they and their family cared for/revered their animals seemed almost religious to me when I first encountered it. From the time they were kids, it was always the animals’ chores first. You woke up but fed and milked the cows before you made yourself breakfast. They made blankets for the animals and read to them. You gave the herd everything they needed and then some. If something in the barn needed fixing, that would happen first before new windows for the house. The animals had their own things and toys and treats. It was love! There were never cattle prods or whips or any of the machinery you associate with industrial farming. The animals would greet them happily every morning. They loved and trusted their people back enough to be naughty a way a pampered cat is. It really sunk in when I stood next to a cow for the first time — there’s nothing that would stop that animal from harming you, especially if you were a kid, unless it respected you and loved you back.

(They once told me the story of how some large predator like a bear or wolf tried to sneak into the pasture at night. The family woke up there next morning to a furry pancake that had been utterly stomped into the ground by the herd.)

A whole lifetime later, they can still remember the names, personalities, and stories of all the animals they raised. I would get bored and try to list off random names as a game to see if they ever had an animal called that, actually. But the thing that initially shocked (and stuck with me the most) was that when they’d take an older cow to the butcher, they would get packages of meat back labeled with that animal’s name. But it wasn’t ever scary or traumatizing for the kids. They always knew where food was from. Sometimes they were even there helping when that animal was born in the barn. What that did was give them an incredible sense of care, respect, and duty for those animals. When they had dinner that night, they would say grace and mean it in a way you only could if you viewed that animal as an equal family member. I was raised religious, but had never heard grace said like that, with that amount of genuine intent until I ate dinner with them. It used to be just something I did, just going through the motions.

That being said, yes it would probably be the most bio energy efficient/less emissions heavy if the whole world shifted away from a meat-based diet. But ideal isn’t always realistic/something we can achieve overnight. Meat alternatives are often expensive or time consuming to prepare (like beans/legumes). The way I see it, this blog is part of a harm reduction approach in facilitating an appreciation/love/education for livestock and then encouraging people to seek out more mindful sources of meat, like some local farms. We’ve seen time and time again, shame/blame are far less effective in getting people to re-examine their worldviews than education and love.

thank you so much for this ask, this is so so so so so lovely!!! i feel like a lot of people that arent farmers or dont have farmers in their family dont really understand just how much love is there.

[ssahotchnerr]

Jack still sort of maintaining a relationship with Roy the first few years after Haley dies (Aaron thought it was important to maintain those connections for Jack even tho it hurt Aaron to do 😭 it was easy with Jess who he loves but SUCKED with Roy) but he gets extremely exclusionary once Ellie is born. Him being like “I will spend time with MY grandson who belonged to MY daughter but I will not be wasting my time, energy, and money on a child you’ve had with another woman. A child who – might I point out – would not have been born if you stayed married to my daughter and didn’t get her killed in the first place.”

Aaron being pissed on Ellie’s behalf (and his feelings are hurt tbh) and you being pissed on both of their behalfs. But, unexpectedly, Hc that Jack overheard this conversation and basically says to Aaron the next time Roy wants to take him somewhere (Aaron didn’t want to make HIM feel bad on top of everything else by banning him from seeing his grandfather, so he was gonna let him go), “I don’t want to spend time with grandpa Roy if he’s gonna be mean to Ellie. Thank you, but I’ll stay here.” SUCH A GOOD BIG BROTHERRRRR you and Aaron are so proud 🥺❤️

OHHH MY GOD??

roy just completely refuses to acknowledge that ellie exists 😭

it happened right from the start: when aaron shared the two of you were expecting, roy brushed it off, muttering something incoherently in response. after she's born, aaron invites him over for family dinners, he refuses to come. he's invited to ellie's first, second, third birthday party, doesn't come. every time he comes over, he acts like he's never seen her before. disregarding her completely.

it becomes very clear very fast that he wants to spend time with jack and jack only. as much as aaron hates to admit it, in a way, he understands. roy's bitter about what happened to haley, so this was somewhat expected. it's a different situation that's hard to navigate - ellie isn't related to him, so if roy doesn't want to bring her along to places, whatever, aaron's not going to force roy to do anything. the issue is what an issue it is. how ellie is being treated.

it's more of a problem when ellie is a bit older, and wants to tag along with jack wherever he goes. she just wants to be included 🥺 sweet ellie simply says hi when roy comes over to pick up jack, he ignores her. the next time, she draws him a picture, and he doesn't accept it.

aaron gently confronts him, and that's when roy brings up haley and how this child is a disgrace to her. imagine he full-on admits he wishes she never existed?? 😭 ellie's a product of what happened to haley, he'll never forgive aaron for getting her killed, so he'll never accept this child's existence. she shouldn't exist.

that angers aaron and he starts going off - ellie is a part of this family, whether you like it or not. and fine, you don't have to love her (saying that SHATTERS aaron's heart) but do not treat her like she's nothing. aaron won't let that stand.

it starts a huge argument 🥺 roy refuses speak to aaron, except when it comes to arranging his time with jack, and the conversation is very short at that. he doesn't speak much to you either (never has). again in his eyes - you're haley's replacement. jack's new "mom"

and it's especially sad because ellie knows about haley too :( - not the story, but the simple, good things: jack has another mommy, she's not here with us anymore but you can talk to her with a candle. haley has never been a avoided topic in the house, she's encouraged. and so ellie loves haley in her own way :( so to call her a disgrace in haley's name?? when she's also keeping haley's memory alive? :((((

you feel awful. you know how hurt aaron is but he doesn't allow himself to show it. he hates talking about it, and he's always in a mood whenever roy's with jack. you feel awful for your daughter who doesn't know what's going on. you feel awful for jack who's taking an unnecessary weight on his shoulders in terms of this too.

ellie's confused and upset, this is the first person who's ever shown her unkindness. aaron gently tries to explain, but also, how do you explain this to a toddler? so he simply apologizes and scoops her up into his arms and holds her close :( he feels awful, and as if he's failing her in someway. this is "his fault", isn't it? 😭

so if roy's taking jack out, aaron or you, or both combined, take ellie out for the day to do something fun. or try to keep jack heading out on the down-low. it sucks, you still both encourage jack to spend time with his grandfather - maintaining that important relationship - even though it's exceedingly complicated behind the scenes.

and jack, being the sweet sensitive kid he is, picks up on the tension immediately. and he's torn 🥺 he wants to appease his grandfather, knows what he's doing isn't right, but also doesn't want to betray his little sister, letting behavior like this continue. he feels guilty :( he takes the initiative and brings it up to roy himself, asking if ellie can come with them someday, like to the zoo or to a movie. but roy's pretty level-headed and his mind is made up - absolutely no ellie.

so jack gets really upset :( he gets home one day and cries about it :((( you're trying to console him, as is aaron (who's close to tears himself), and ellie wanders over :( she gets sad whenever jack is sad :( and while she has no idea what's going on exactly, she just buries herself right up into jack's side as he's crying. to comfort him too 🥺🫶🏻

overall it's a reallyyyy messy situation, one that you can only hope resolves with time :(

[henry7931]

Great Shift; On The Farm

Andy:

I’ve been having a hard time adjusting to my new body especially since it belonged to my big brother Henry.

But Henry is having an even harder time with things. We are polar opposites and he hates having my “scrawny gay” body. (His words not mine)

That’s why my parents thought it would be a great idea for me to spend the summer with my grandpa on the farm.

My grandpa was also shifted into my cousin Garrett’s body which makes us the same age now. Weird right?

So when I arrive I see my grandpa outside in Garrett’s body doing some work. And I’m surprised by how he looks. It’s been years since I’ve seen Garrett and his body looks a lot different.

Handsome, I might say.

I feel myself getting somewhat excited about the thought but immediately turned it down in my head. That’s still my cousin’s body with my grandpa in it.

I get dropped off by my dad (who’s in our neighbor Rogers body).

“Hey dad! You never looked better,” he says to my grandpa.

“Yeah and you look older,” he says with a big smirk and a wink.

“Geez, thanks.”

“Andy! How are you bud?” says my grandpa pulling me in for a hug and I can feel his shirtless sweaty body rubbing up on me.

“Hey grandpa!” I say trying not to get a boner.

“Oh no! I’m not grandpa anymore, I’m just Harry now.”

“Oh okay, sorry.”

“Hey don’t apologize, you and I are going to have a lot of fun this summer.”

Grandpa or ‘Harry’ messes up my hair a bit.

“Great, I can’t wait!”

My dad says goodbye to us as I grab my bags. Grandpa or Harry— walks in with me and we catch up for a few.

“How are things for you Andy? Are you adjusting well to your brother’s body?”

“ I guess so, at least better than Henry with mine. I don’t know it’s all still odd to me.”

“Well I know it takes time but just embrace it. This is probably permanent and as much as I hate it for your cousin— I’ve accepted his body as my own. I actually feel comfortable in it. Plus, your cousin was a prick prior to everything— god love him. I’d say this humbled him. Probably will humble Henry too. I remember when those boys used to pick on you.”

“Yeah…” I said looking down at my brothers hands. Flashbacks from years ago started to fill my head back when Henry and Garrett used to trick me into doing stupid stuff.

“But that doesn’t matter now, Andy. This is the new us. So let’s enjoy ourselves! Wanna beer? You’re old enough now haha.”

“Uhhh sure!”

We both sat at the table and drank beer together.

I listen to Harry talk but I can’t take my eyes off of his shirtless chest.As he’s talking, he pulls off his shoes and I can instantly smell his stinky feet.

He pulls his sock off and now I have a full view of his foot. He notices me looking and says, “sorry that smell so bad.”

“No you’re good, I don’t mind.”

“Oh no! What if I—”

He takes Garrett’s foot puts it up close to my face.

I jump back to make it seem like I was grossed out.

“Hahaha sorry! Just wanted to make you jump! You have no idea how much I appreciate these smelly toes…” he says rubbing his foot. “I used to have a hard time walking and now I can do anything!”

Harry continues to tell me about how things are so different from when he was originally 21. And I learned so much about him that I didn’t know.

Hours past and it’s around 8. We cook dinner together and both of us were pretty lit by then.

We eat and by this point both of us are ready for bed.

Harry, who doesn’t seem to have a care in the world and is way more hammered than me, strips off all of his clothes down to his briefs.

He crawls into bed and tells me to give him a hug. I do and I notice something strange… he’s fondling his crotch.

Oh my!! He has a boner! Even the head of his dick is coming out of his briefs.

Of course I don’t point it out, I just try to say good night to him.

But before he lets me go he gives me a kiss on the lips. It took me so off guard and yet I felt that same excited energy like earlier. As I pull back, he says to me, “you just wait, this is going to be the best summer yet.”

“Okay Harry, I’ll see you in the morning.”

I hit the light and look at him in bed. My dick gets hard just at the sight of his feet.

I walk up to him and snoring. I carefully bend down and sniff them.

Fuckkkkk…

I go to the guest bedroom, licking my lips from Harry’s sloppy kiss and kick off all of the clothes I had on.

I look at Henry’s reflection in the mirror. I’ve had some shame about being put into this body. And yet it wasn’t anything I could control.

I think about what Harry said to me. “Embrace my new body.”

Well I guess if this is mine permanently then I need to accept it.

I sit on the ground and look at the feet that used to belong to my big brother… but they’re mine now. I control them. And you know what? Like I them!

I grab on to MY 10 inch dick and started pumping it. Letting out grunts… shit it feels so good! I haven’t jerked off since the shift…

I rub my hands over my chest and back down to my thighs. I feel my butt cheeks and grab on to one.

I watch myself in the bedroom mirror making lustful faces to myself. Although I look like some country boy, I’m still the same skinny gay guy deep down. Or maybe I’m now something in the middle?

I feel my balls tighten and I knew I was close. Cum squirts out of me and it’s so much of it.

I feel so much relief, it’s been so long!

I clean myself up and try my cum for the first time.

I lay back in bed and begin to slowly fall asleep.

The Next Morning…

“Hey bud, you ready to start our day?” says Harry.

My first thing I see in morning is Harry’s bulge. Half way awake I’m almost tempted to touch it.

“Good morning…”

I pull the blanket off of me and Harry has a big grin across his face.

“Someone must have been having a good dream,” he says directing to my crotch.

I look down at my naked frame and my raging morning wood.

“Oh sorry!” I say tossing the blanket back over.

“Oh don’t be! Also, don’t worry about hiding your parts from me. Especially that handsome thing you got between your legs.”

I pull the blanket back and Harry sits by my bed.

“Do you mind if I?” he says gesturing to it again.

“Sure!”

Harry grabs my dick and I let out a little grunt.

He starts running his fingers all over and I’m in such a state of shock I almost thought it was all a dream.

“Boy this is such a good lookin cock! Sorry for playing with your junk. I’m just so horny in this body and it’s been a bit since I’ve seen someone else’s bits.”

“I don’t mind at all Harry.”

Harry continues to fondle my wood and it’s almost too much to handle. I need to just tell him how I feel, I mean he can’t make it more obvious on his feelings.

“Harry!”

“Yeah?”

“I have to tell you something?”

“What is it?”

“I’m so attracted to you, I don’t know if it’s right or wrong but I want you so bad right now.”

“Well, I have to say that I have the same feelings. And honestly don’t know what to do with them either.”

“Well we could just act on them…”

Harry puts my cock down and gets close to my face.

“If we do this we can’t go back.”

“I know.”

“Also we can’t tell anyone.”

“I won’t tell a single person.”

“Good.”

Harry kisses me with so much passion, he kisses down my neck, my chest, all the way until he’s face to face with my cock.

Harry sucks me off and I watch him work my dick. He feels up and down my Harry balls.

“Ohhhh god Harry!!!”

His warm mouth feels so good. I can only hold out for so long….

“Fuccccc!!!!! Harry! I’m gonna cum!”

I expected him to pull back but he keeps his mouth on my dick.

I explode into Harry’s mouth. He sucks all of it out of me until I’ve released every last drop.

He looks up at me with a big grin and cum dripping from his lips, “you taste good bud!”

“Thanks lol, so��� do you want me to…”

Before I can say anything Harry yanks off his underwear and lays back in bed.

“Show me what you got,” he says with a smirk.

[jedijoanna]

I feel like the dynamic between Jedi Council members was criminally underutilized. While this isn’t canon, here are my headcanons on how things really went down.

Mace Windu:

I’ve done the math (badly), and I’m pretty sure Mace was around the same age as Xanatos. Which means Mace is like Obi-Wan’s unofficial older padawan brother. Obi-Wan didn’t ask for this, but let’s be real—he probably needed it. Not that Obi-Wan would recognize this dynamic. He’s part of the disaster lineage, so he wouldn’t know what a typical older brother acts like.

Mace seamlessly switches between “Head of the Council” mode and “exasperated big brother” mode. Except, of course, when he’s making Obi-Wan do all the paperwork.

Mace: "You're good at taxes, Kenobi. I’m just letting you shine."
Obi-Wan: "I'm too honored to be insulted."

Yarael Poof:

This guy? Bigger gremlin energy than Yoda. And petty. Poof has perpetual beef with Ki-Adi-Mundi and finds great joy in trolling him. He’s the kind of guy who would take micro-naps during meetings just because “It’s only Mundi talking, everyone relax.”

Poof: "What was that, Mundi? Couldn't hear you over my sheer disinterest."
Mundi: "I will demote you to Youngling wrangler, Poof."

Ki-Adi-Mundi:

The most logical thinker on the Council. He’s here to do his job, clock in, clock out, and keep the galaxy running. Unfortunately, the galaxy includes Qui-Gon and Poof, so it’s not happening. He despises surprises and strongly prefers order.

Poof: snoring in the corner

Mundi: "I swear to the Force, Poof..."

Even Piell:

Blunt. Gruff. Won’t lead a discussion but will absolutely cut into one. He’s the Jedi equivalent of “the friend who knows where to hide the body.”

Piell: "You’re the diplomat, Kenobi. I’m here to look mean so bad guys think twice."
Obi-Wan: "What if we both look peaceful?"
Piell: "We’ll die."

Gretz Doom:

The guy who grew up with Qui-Gon and spent his childhood teasing his clanmates, Gretz is now the Council’s strictest rule-follower. Why? Because he knows that if you mess with the Senate, the Senate will mess with the Jedi’s budget and oversight.

Doom: "Qui-Gon, did you directly disobey the Council again?"

Qui-Gon: "In fairness, the Council is often wrong."

Doom: "You’re lucky they don’t garnish your missions like they do our budget."

Tera Sinube (Retired):

The ultimate grandpa Jedi. Gives unsolicited advice, tells the same stories repeatedly, and refuses to admit that lightsaber duels aren’t "like they used to be."

Sinube: "Back in my day, we didn’t have fancy starships."
Youngling: "How did you travel?"
Sinube: "We walked. Uphill. Both ways. Through asteroid fields."

Youngling: "In space?"

Obi-Wan Kenobi:

Obi-Wan wanted to join the Council, found out it was a trap, and tried to quit—repeatedly. Every time he tries to mess up to get kicked out, he accidentally makes the galaxy better. Mace keeps him around because Obi-Wan’s life is the Jedi’s best unintentional reality show.

Mace: "Kenobi, you caused an intergalactic scandal again?"
Obi-Wan: "Yes, but the scandal resulted in peace treaties for three systems, so..."
Mace: "We are still not accepting you resignation letter"

Obi-Wan: “drats!”

Yaddle:

The only one brave enough to call Yoda out. Wise, patient, and kind, but she will not suffer riddles.

Yoda: "Difficult, the path is."
Yaddle: "The budget’s tight. Just say that, Yoda."

Oppo Rancisis:

A reserved and analytical mind, Oppo specializes in strategy and seeing the bigger picture. His predictions about a rising Sith threat made him a quiet voice of reason long before others believed it.

Rancisis: "The Sith never vanished. They’re biding their time."

Mundi: "How do you know?"

Rancisis: "I just do.”

Eeth Koth:

An Anakin mirror. Eeth grew up as an angry orphan rescued by the Jedi, but he’s worked hard to control himself. Still, he’s known to clash with Mace and Grezzt Doom—occasionally on purpose. A former hothead turned disciplined Council member, Koth has a soft spot for Jedi who struggle with emotions, having once been in their shoes.

Koth: "Control your emotions, or they’ll control you."

Padawan: "Easier said than done."

Koth: "Trust me, I know. Now pick up your saber, we’re starting over."

Stass Allie:

A brilliant healer and fierce opponent of Senate corruption, Stass doesn’t tolerate nonsense. Most of her "menace energy" is reserved for politicians.

Senator: "The Republic is doing everything it can—"

Stass: "Then do better."

Senator: "I beg your pardon?"

Stass: "You heard me. Now get out of my medbay."

Adi Gallia:

The chillest Jedi off the clock, but the most cynical one during missions. She prefers intelligence to lightsabers (looking at you, Eeth Koth). Has a soft spot for Obi-Wan due to her long friendship with Qui-Gon. A calm and collected intelligence expert, Adi is the Council’s quiet strategist. She despises the war and blames the Senate for exploiting young Jedi.

Gallia: "The Senate sent Padawans to war."

Mace: "We needed soldiers."

Gallia: "We needed peace. What we got was child soldiers."

Yoda:

Wild card. Once a week, he’s doing something so bizarre that the other Council members have to pretend it’s normal.

Mace: "Why is Yoda levitating in the fountain?"

Poof: "Meditation, probably."

Feel free to add your takes!

[mirensiart]

jokes on you but i am genuinely interested in how would Chain and st!Link interact

like we know that Chain is such a fan of the heroes before him, so how would their dynamic go? and which shenanigans would they do together?

anon I drew and designed a post game aged up ST!link just for you hehehe

Chain and Train aka THE BESTIES

So when they meet cause of time shenanigans I don’t feel like coming up with now, Chain has a big fanboy moment cause, like, he is a fan of the heroes before him lol

I hc Train to be a big nerd and thus a lil awkward so Chain’s extroverted energy was a lil overwhelming at first, especially since Chain just wanted to be friends, like full on parasocial relationship here LMAO

(which is the opposite when he meets ww!link since he’s intimidated by him a lil bit lol)

thanks to Key’s constant stories of Train since like, he’s her grandpa, Chain is all like “I feel like I know u already 🥹💖” at him while Train is like “who tf are you?😭”

They eventually become friends, Train’s introverted vibes match well with Chain’s extroverted ones.

Chain’s the one who goes “excuse me he asked for no pickles!” In their dynamic lmao

[capquinn]

I know we’ve already seen when they tell bug she’s gonna be a big sister but can we get something where she meets her new baby sibling for the first time 🥹🥹

crying bc buggy would be so in awe and in love and just so sweet with him!!!!!

The drive back to the hospital had been quiet, save for the soft hum of the engine and Bug’s little voice every now and then from the backseat. She’d been unusually still, her hands resting in her lap, her gaze fixed out the window. Quinn glanced at her through the rearview mirror, catching the furrow in her brow that always meant she was thinking hard about something.

“You doing okay back there, Bug?” he asked gently, his voice cutting through the silence.

She nodded, her curls bouncing, but her lips stayed pressed together. After a beat, she asked, “daddy, is mommy okay?”

The question made his chest tighten, but in the way that made him love her even more. Her little heart was so big, always so full.

“She’s okay,” he said, offering her a smile in the mirror. “She’s really excited to see you. And to introduce you to your baby brother.”

Bug’s eyes lit up at that, her small fingers tugging at the straps of her car seat as she sat up straighter. “Do you think he’ll like me?”

Quinn’s heart ached. “Oh, Bug,” he said softly, his grip on the wheel tightening slightly. “He’s going to love you. You’re his big sister, the coolest person he’s ever going to meet.”

Her little smile spread across her face, but she quickly pressed her hands over her mouth like she was trying to hold it in, like she was keeping the excitement bottled up for when she finally saw you.

When they arrived, Quinn unbuckled her and swung her up into his arms, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist as she clung to him. Her small face tucked against his neck, and he could feel her tiny breaths warm against his skin as he carried her through the hospital halls. The elevator ride was quiet, her head leaning on his shoulder, but as they approached the room, she lifted her head, her wide eyes scanning the door in front of them.

“Okay, Bug,” he murmured, pausing to adjust her on his hip before pushing the door open. “Remember, we have to be extra quiet. mommy’s tired, and your baby brother’s really little, so we have to be gentle.”

She nodded solemnly, her curls brushing his jaw as she leaned forward to get a better look at the room.

“I’ll be so gentle,” she promised in a whisper, her tiny hands gripping the front of his shirt.

The door swung open, and Quinn stepped inside, the soft light of the afternoon casting a golden glow over the room. You were propped up against the pillows, your hair still slightly mussed, but to him, you looked radiant. In your arms, cradled in a blanket so soft it looked like a cloud, was his son. The baby’s tiny face was scrunched in sleep, his little fists tucked close to his chest, utterly oblivious to the world around him.

“Mommy!” Bug’s voice burst out in excitement, cutting through the stillness of the room. She squirmed in Quinn’s arms, her little legs kicking slightly as she reached out toward you.

Quinn chuckled softly, his chest tightening at the sight of her sheer joy. “Hey, hang on,” he said, his voice warm. “Let’s take it slow.”

You looked up at them, a tired but glowing smile spreading across your face.

“Hi, Lovebug,” you said, your voice a little hoarse but filled with so much love it made Quinn’s throat tighten. “Did you have fun with Nana and Grandpa?”

Bug nodded enthusiastically, but her focus wasn’t on you — it was on the tiny bundle in your arms. Her little brows furrowed, her head tilting as she studied him.

“Is that him?” she asked in a whisper, her voice suddenly so small.

“That’s him,” you said softly, adjusting the blanket slightly so she could see better. “This is your baby brother.”

Bug’s breath hitched audibly, a sound so soft yet so full of awe it tugged at Quinn’s heart. She squirmed in his arms, her little body wriggling with impatient energy as her wide eyes stayed fixed on you and the tiny bundle nestled in your arms.

“Alright, alright,” Quinn murmured, his tone gentle and amused as he stepped closer to the bed. “Hold on, Bug. Let me get you there.”

He placed her carefully beside you, her little hands clutching at his shirt until she was settled. She immediately curled into your side, her small frame pressing against you as her wide eyes stayed locked on her new baby brother. Her fingers hovered near the edge of his blanket, hesitant but eager, her expression filled with a mix of curiosity and wonder that made Quinn’s chest ache with affection.

He stayed standing at first, watching the three of you with a feeling he couldn’t quite name. His chest felt too full, like it couldn’t contain all the love spilling out of it. And after a moment, he walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, close enough to rest his arm along the back of the headboard near your shoulder.

“What do you think, Bug?” he asked, his voice quiet.

Her lips pursed in thought, and for a moment, she said nothing. Then, finally, she nodded decisively.

“He’s… small,” she announced, her tone serious in the way only a three-year-old could manage.

Quinn’s gaze softened as he watched Bug studying her baby brother, his heart swelling with an overwhelming mix of emotions. She was three now — three — and it felt like only yesterday he had been cradling her in his arms for the first time, marveling at how small she was. He had never imagined that he would blink and find her so grown up, full of personality and curiosity. And now, here she was, meeting her baby brother for the first time, with all the wonder and awe that came with such an important milestone in their family.

You couldn’t help but laugh. “He is,” you agreed, your smile widening as you glanced at Quinn, who was already chuckling softly. You could see it in his eyes. That shared understanding — the memories of holding Bug in your arms when she was just a tiny, delicate thing, and now seeing her so incredibly in love with her baby brother — it was a lot to take in. “You were this small once upon a time.”

Bug’s eyes widened at that, her attention darting back to the tiny baby in your arms. She tilted her head slightly, as though trying to imagine herself that small, and then, after a quiet moment of thought, her hand crept forward, pausing just above the soft blanket.

She glanced up at you with hopeful eyes. “Can I hold him?” she whispered, her voice barely louder than the sound of her breath.

You and Quinn exchanged a look, a silent question and answer passing between you, laced with all the unspoken weight of what this moment meant. His lips curved into a soft, reassuring smile, the kind that said he understood without either of you needing to say a word. Already, he was moving, scooting closer to the edge of the bed with a quiet grace, his body naturally angling toward you and Bug, as if instinctively creating space for the moment to unfold.

“C’mere, Bug,” he said, his voice warm and encouraging, a little crooked smile tugging at his lips.

Bug didn’t wait for a second invitation. She wriggled out from beside you and climbed eagerly into Quinn’s lap, her legs swinging against his. His arms came around her securely, grounding her in his hold as though he could bottle this moment forever.

It was important — more than just Bug meeting her baby brother. It was a shift in your little world, the moment your eldest stepped into her new role, and Quinn, steady as ever, was there to guide her through it. The tenderness in his movements, the way his hand rested lightly on Bug’s back, spoke volumes. This wasn’t just an introduction; it was a promise, one that tied all four of you together.

“You gotta be real gentle, okay?” he told her, leaning his chin slightly over her shoulder so he could see her face. “We don’t want to squish him.”

Bug nodded solemnly, her little hands folding neatly in her lap, her little body radiating the kind of serious pride that only a three-year-old could manage. “I’ll be careful,” she promised.

With practiced hands, you adjusted the blanket around your baby boy, leaning forward slowly, deliberately, to pass him into Quinn’s waiting arms. Bug’s small hands reached out instinctively, one of them resting lightly on her brother’s tiny chest, her touch featherlight yet brimming with responsibility.

Her breath hitched audibly, her wide eyes fixed on the tiny bundle cradled in Quinn’s hands. She leaned closer. “I can feel him breathing,” she whispered, her voice full of awe, as though the quiet rise and fall beneath her palm was the most extraordinary thing in the world.

Quinn’s arms tightened slightly around her, his hold steady as he adjusted the baby in his hands to make sure both his children were perfectly safe.

“Pretty amazing, huh?” Quinn said softly, his voice tinged with awe as he watched Bug’s expression shift to something so purely tender it made his chest ache.

It was the moment he and you had both dreamt about from the second you found out another little one was on the way. The image of your eldest meeting her baby sibling had played in his mind a hundred different ways, but now that it was here — Bug so carefully holding her tiny brother as if he were the most precious thing in the world — it was almost overwhelming.

His throat tightened slightly, and he blinked against the sudden gloss in his eyes. Nothing dramatic, nothing that would draw attention, but enough to remind him just how much his heart could hold. He shifted his arm around Bug a little tighter, grounding himself in the warmth of her small frame, in the soft hum of her quiet breaths.

When his gaze flicked to you, your eyes met, full of the same quiet emotion he felt in his chest. Your smile was soft, a little teary, as though you were both silently saying, we did this — we made this family. And for a moment, he couldn’t help but lean in and press a kiss to the top of Bug’s head, his hand adjusting slightly to cradle his son closer.

“Best big sister in the world,” he murmured, his voice just a little thicker than usual. Bug didn’t even look up, her entire focus still on her brother and his tiny, perfect features, but her small, proud smile said she’d heard him loud and clear.

“He smells nice,” she stated after a moment, glancing at Quinn like she needed his approval for the observation.

Quinn chuckled, leaning forward to press another kiss to her hair. “Yeah, he does. Babies are magic like that.”

You laughed quietly, watching the two of them together with your heart so full it almost hurt. “He’s so lucky to have you," you said, reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind her ear.

Bug beamed at that, the pride lighting up her face almost too much for her small body to contain.

For Quinn, this was everything. His whole world — right there in his arms.