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sanchoyo Ā· 9 months ago
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u guys remember how I said I wanted to try and get a car this year as one of my resolutionsā€¦ after months of researching I think I found the one I want. Finally. I am so sick of reading abt and looking at cars šŸ˜­
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rosicheeks Ā· 2 years ago
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If you felt absolutely 100%, no doubt at all, perfectly SAFE, would you have sex with a masked stranger for money?
Maybe šŸ«£
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flwrkid14 Ā· 1 month ago
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Eternal Bonds: Tim and Dannyā€™s Infinite Realms Marriage
In the Infinite Realms, marriage is an unparalleled commitment. Unlike the mortal world, where love can be fleeting and easily undone, marriage in the Realms is something far more sacred. Itā€™s not just about vows or ceremoniesā€”itā€™s about merging souls, creating a bond that not even the vast stretches of time can sever. The very idea of marriage in the Realms is rare, almost mythical, because it requires two beings to love each other so profoundly that theyā€™re willing to bind their very existence to one another.
For the ghosts and entities that reside in this realm, eternity isnā€™t just a poetic ideaā€”itā€™s a reality. Time is meaningless when youā€™re no longer alive, when your very essence is bound to the afterlife. And because of this, relationships are viewed through a different lens. Thereā€™s no such thing as divorce, no ā€œtime apart.ā€ Once a couple is bound, their souls are intertwined forever. To dedicate your entire beingā€”past, present, and futureā€”to another means accepting that their joys, sorrows, triumphs, and failures will be yours too. Itā€™s a partnership where breaking the bond is simply impossible.
Itā€™s why marriage is such a rare occurrence in the Realms. The ghosts, who have already lived one life and often seen the frailty of mortal promises, donā€™t enter into this kind of bond lightly. Itā€™s only for the strongest of loves, for the most steadfast of commitments. Because once you marry in the Infinite Realms, that bond holds through eternity itself.
And yet, despite the gravity of it all, Tim and Danny find themselves willing to make that very commitment. Tim, a mortal tied to a world where things end, where nothing lasts forever, steps into the unknown. His love for Danny is so deep, so unshakable, that he agrees to a traditional Infinite Realms marriage. He knows full well the weight of itā€”heā€™s not just vowing to love Danny in this life, but in every life after. In swearing to this bond, Tim is offering his entire being to Danny, for now and all of eternity.
For Danny, this choice means even more. As a halfa, he exists between two worlds, knowing both the mortality of the living and the permanence of the ghostly afterlife. His love for Tim is powerful enough that heā€™s willing to make this eternal commitment, knowing that thereā€™s no one else in any worldā€”mortal, ghostly, or beyondā€”he would rather be tied to. For Danny, the bond is as natural as breathing. Itā€™s a connection that deepens their relationship in a way that transcends the limitations of their two worlds.
Their marriage isnā€™t just a declaration of loveā€”itā€™s a merging of souls, a binding that makes them two parts of the same whole. It overwhelms them with the sense of safety and belonging that theyā€™ve both craved in their lives. In each other, they find the kind of love that doesnā€™t just endure lifeā€™s difficulties but thrives beyond them. Their bond ties them together forever in a way that no one else could understand, but to Tim and Danny, itā€™s everything.
They are each otherā€™s home. And in the Infinite Realms, there is no greater honor, no stronger connection, than to be bound by love for all of eternity.
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ryssbelle Ā· 9 months ago
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Thought of this while at work, sorry it's a bit hard to read I sketched it out really fast before my last shift lmao wanted to get it done so I could work on other stuff hehe
If it's any consultation Floyd is mostly talking about himself
#my art#trolls#dreamworks trolls#brozone#trolls 3#trolls floyd#trolls john dory#trolls branch#trolls poppy#the way i imagine their 20 years in troll village is that one meme where its the two different nothing in life matters pics#but one is super sad and the other is happy looking and radical#thats floyd and jd#but they switch places depending on the day#branch is a secret third option#also idk what id do with the 3rd movies plot#this scene in my head is 3rd movie era but i like havent decided what theyre doing yet#theres a few possibilities on whos in the bottle or if theres a bottle at all#this would take place in a timeline where clay or bruce is in the bottle#but like heres the thing any of the brothers could be bottled and itd make for a good story#i drift more towards clay only for the irony of finding out your brothers alive but its a race against time cuz hes literally dying#so it adds to the urgency but then its not much adventure cuz they just gotta get bruce and go#cuz we have 3/5 brozone here already#same goes for if its bruce#so like for story purposes that means it would be most likely JD or Floyd which is just most aus and canon#cuz after world tour Floyd would travel with JD on their own tour Floyd going solo with JD as his manager#and in this scenario they came back to tell Branch about finding whoever is in the bottle#but the story of these guys could also work without any bottle so idk we'll just have to see what i decide to do later#also im slowly coming up with a name for this#very slowly but it'll happen#i actually have a google doc that has a name so i may just use that
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zellk Ā· 1 year ago
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Githyanki doodling on post-it notes that I cleaned up a lil bit Lae'zel from memory on the first (im only happy with the profile tbh), and Anma and Mitas on the second (It was SO easy to fit them in BG3 lore it's insane... I even have a whole storyline roughly figured out for them and it came together in like 30 minutes on my walk home from work.) I don't have any energy to draw nowadays except on post-its, but it's better than nothing.
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grahamkennedy Ā· 3 months ago
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Actually based on that other poll:
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esprei Ā· 4 months ago
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wanted to do a little designing for pop star volo's hoodie! (may do a more fully realized reference later on :D i really just wanted to use this to figure out color and the giratina, give it a little more from the first drawing of it i did)
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bluegiragi Ā· 2 years ago
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konig: why was that attractive
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magicpiano Ā· 4 months ago
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I have seen a few DCxMarvel dimension travel fics, and quite a few of them are of them are Peter Parker post-blip. Which gives me a crack fic idea: everyone who got snapped ended up in the DC universe. Yes, all of them.
The current world population is around eight billion, so half of that would be 4 billion... Yeah that would cause so so so many problems. But the DC universe is used to crazy shit.
Obviously there would be a sudden influx of "new" heroes and villains but with absolutely no context it is hard to figure out who is who.
Batman immediately trying to make contingency plans for all these new heroes and villains as well as figure out their civilian identities but this is very difficult because literally no records exist yet.
Magic users from both worlds team up, but I think they were still unable to fix it, the infinity stones were just too powerful. Also I think Dr. Strange and Constantine can't stand each other.
While I am at it, Wonder Woman and Loki would probably hate each other too. DC is more Greek but it has had their own version of Norse mythology, so maybe they are the same and have beef?
They would struggle to feed and house that many new people, but getting them jobs and integrating them into society would be hard too. And good luck proving anything anyone says. "You swear you have a law degree from Harvard? Okay I guess."
Do doubles exist? Yeah a lot of people probably don't have an alternate universe double, but it stands to reason some do. How do you deal with having a new kind-of twin? Or a dead friend or relative coming back, but different? Or even someone you never knew/doesn't exist in this world insisting they are family.
Some au double ideas I have seen people toss around are: Dick Grayson as Richard Parker, Kara Danvers as Carol Danvers, Steve Trevor as Steve Rogers, and Slade Wilson as/being somehow related to Wade Wilson, but I am sure there are other fun ideas out there too.
The snap didn't just affect humans/earth! So other planets are having the same problems.
Then randomly, five years later, just when people were getting used to the change, they all disappear again without warning. This causes as many problems as the original appearance did.
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metalhoops Ā· 1 year ago
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Inspired by this post
Steve had watched the world end a hundred different ways. Heā€™d lived the same day more times than he could count, watching the people he loved die or feeling himself die. There were things worse than death. There were memories he didnā€™t dredge up for fear of calling them into the waking world.
He'd held onto hope for the first twenty recurrent days, which had dwindled to a sense of steely determination until heā€™d lost count of the days. Then all that was left was the comfort of repetition. He was Sisyphus pushing the boulder up the hill, day in and day out. Steve kept trying and failing to save Eddie until it was all he knew.
Maybe he was Prometheus, who stole fire from the gods and spent his life paying for it, tied to a rock while birds picked at his liver, only for it to grow back with each morning. Prometheus whose name, by definition, means forethought; oneā€™s ability to consider possible futures. Steve had spent a small lifetime considering futures. It wasnā€™t a comparison he wouldā€™ve made on his own. That was Eddie, whoā€™d spent his childhood with his head in thick tomes of fantasy and mythology.
Eddie Munson came to him like cheap furniture, in crudely disassembled pieces that Steve had been working tirelessly to put together. Each new loop brought him another piece of Eddie. His favourite colour was blue. He only woke up early on weekends to watch cartoons. He liked too much cream in his coffee.
The Eddie that existed in a world where Steve stayed with him and Dustin during the swarm of bats had told Steve his biggest dream was to make enough money to buy Uncle Wayne a proper home. His biggest fear was that when he died, no one would remember him.
Days or months later, with Steve repeating the same damn day, heā€™d finally learnt why Eddieā€™s love for his uncle ran so deep. Wayne had taken him in before his dad went to jail when the man caught Eddie holding another boyā€™s hand. In that world, Steve had stayed with Eddie in the RV as the rest of the group searched War Zone. Ā 
Eddieā€™s mother died when he was six. Heā€™d told Steve that later, or earlier. Steve had and has lost his sense of past and present. Eddie loved his mother deeply, though was unsure if that love had been misplaced. He recalled two mothers, one who read him bedtime stories and threw herself around the kitchen each morning with her wild theatrics and another mother who was distant and whose temper could turn on a dime. Eddie wasnā€™t sure which of those mothers was his and which was the mother of memory. All good storytellers know the story shapes itself in the retelling. Eddieā€™s mother was Janus, god of duality.
Steve understood. He loved and hated his parents. These feelings werenā€™t mutually exclusive. Steve loved Eddie because heā€™d spent the last hundred-odd days getting to know him, but Steve hated Eddie because he kept dying. Until he didnā€™t.
The boys lay side by side in the red-blue soil of The Upside Down, their bleeding sides caked with mud and demonic bat viscera. In the end, Steve wasnā€™t sure whatā€™d done it. Itā€™d been so long since heā€™d lived Eddieā€™s original death that itā€™d been smeared by the haze of memory and conjecture. All he knew was that a sea of bats lay dead around them and that it was over. Finally, over.
Steve removed his hand from where it was pressed into his side and extended it to ensnare Eddieā€™s. He felt muscles tug and tear from the walls of his ribs with the effort. Blood flowed freely from the cavity, but Steve didnā€™t care. He wanted to hold Eddieā€™s hand. Holy shit, theyā€™d done it.
Somewhere along the way, Steve had fallen in love. Itā€™d taken him ten more iterations to reconcile with the fact he could not only like a man but love him. Ā That was months ago, in Steveā€™s time. It was old news. ā€œSteve, you still with me?ā€ Eddie asked, his voice horse.
He was hurt, though not as badly as Steve. All his wounds were superficial. Heā€™d be okay. Steve had been so sick of watching Eddie die, heā€™d been willing to put his body on the line to make sure it didnā€™t happen again.
In this loop, he was still ā€˜Steveā€™, not ā€˜Stevieā€™. They hadnā€™t grown close enough yet. Eddie only called him ā€˜sweetheartā€™ in the iterations where they kissed. Steve wanted to kiss him, but there was the taste of iron in his mouth.
ā€œIā€™m okay,ā€ Steve insisted, squeezing Eddieā€™s hand. He felt a sharp pain shoot through his side as Eddie pressed his hand into Steveā€™s wound.
ā€œChrist, thereā€™s a lot of blood,ā€ Eddie muttered to himself.Ā 
He was bad with blood. Heā€™d scraped his knee down to the bone when he was seven and ever since, the sight of gore made him queasy. Steve wasnā€™t meant to know that yet. In this iteration, he hadnā€™t told Eddie about the loop. Heā€™d tried before, but it never helped.
Pain and blood loss drag Steve down into a familiar oblivion. He expected to wake at the beginning of the loop, emerging in The Upside Down from Loverā€™s Lake, but instead, he found himself in a hospital room with Eddie in a bed by his side. It was late, too late for visitors, but Eddie wasnā€™t sleeping. His eyes were trained on Steve, equal parts concerned and curious.
ā€œYou scared the shit out of me,ā€ Eddie confessed, as Steveā€™s eyes met his.Ā 
Steve wanted to cry or scream. He wanted to untangle himself from the knot of cords and tubes to crawl beside Eddie in bed as they had curled up together in the back of the RV dozens of times before. He needed to hold Eddie to know he was alive, to understand he wasnā€™t going anywhere. Steve blinked away tears, balling his hands into fists. He didnā€™t want to scare Eddie.
ā€œI scared you?ā€ Steve choked out a mixture between a laugh and a sob.
Eddie didnā€™t know what to do. He never knew what to do when people cried. Steve learned that in the iteration where theyā€™d lost Dustin. He didnā€™t want to think about it. Ā 
ā€œYou almost died, man,ā€ Eddie explained.
He somehow understood Steve wanted him closer. Eddie got out of bed, clutching his I.V. drip as he flopped into the chair by Steveā€™s bedside. He wanted to hold Eddieā€™s hand again, but he was out of excuses. He could tell him the truth, but he didnā€™t know what good it would do.
Steve was still used to thinking of possible futures. He was Prometheus who, unlike Sisyphus, escaped his torment. Steve wondered what happened to Prometheus after he was rescued. Did he return to a normal life? Does anyone bother to ask? Prometheusā€™ story is always about punishment. Afterwards, he was a footnote in the story of Hercules, but once the heroes leave the story, whatā€™s left?
Eddie would know the answer, but it wasnā€™t a conversation heā€™d had with this Eddie. That Eddie was dead. This Eddie was and wasnā€™t him. This Eddie was Janus, god of abstract duality, god of beginnings and ends, god of life and death.
ā€œSorry my lame-ass face is the first one you had to see. Robin and the kids were in here all day. Wheeler left flowers,ā€ Eddie tacked on awkwardly.
This Eddie didnā€™t know Steve. They were strangers. Of course, things were awkward. He couldnā€™t know he was the one person Steve wanted to see more than anything.
ā€œNo, Edā€™sā€”.ā€ Slip of the tongue.
ā€œEddie. Iā€™m really glad youā€™re here, man.ā€
They were back to square one, but Steve could work with that. Heā€™d been working with that for months. This time, Eddie would remember. This time, they had the luxury of taking things slow.
ā€œOne thingā€™s been bugging me all day,ā€ Steve began.
After hundreds of days of getting to know Eddie, Steve had learnt a few shortcuts, a few ways to jump-start his way into Eddieā€™s heart.
ā€œCan you explain what the hell Mordor is?ā€
It was a tried-and-true method. By that point, Steve knew Eddieā€™s response off by heart, but he wanted to hear him say it. Eddie gave him the same perplexed look he always did when Steve asked. It was as though Eddie thought he knew too much like there was some secret he wasnā€™t letting him in on, but he didnā€™t challenge Steve on it. He never did.
ā€œHarrington, have you heard of Lord of the Rings?ā€ Yes.
ā€œNo.ā€ A million times.
ā€œTell me about it.ā€
Read Part 2 Here
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bacchuschucklefuck Ā· 9 hours ago
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we let the ocean drown out our voices/enjoying the bitterness/in the chaotic light, I close my eyes and see
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corntired Ā· 3 months ago
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Fanfiction is so goated actually
No monetary incentive, just writing in one's free time. Some incentive for like kudos and comments, because who doesn't want to hear that someone else enjoyed what they wrote. Just writing a story that is good and/or enjoyable, no real-life pressure to keep it going because god forbid you and other people are depending on it financially.
Writing a story because you want to write a good story, so you can write what they want the way you want, at a pace that is realistic for you, with exactly the plot pacing you want there to be.
#c*rny posts#thinking about this after the my h*ro academia leaks lmao#i have read barely a few chapters of the manga and then kept up with it through tumblr osmosis#i was interested in how its gonna end#and after reading the leaks i was like 'well its up to the fanfic writers to write a good ending now'#cause. it was kind of underwhelming. like some stuff made sense and some things were just done badly#which is realistic considering h*rikoshi is apparently burned out to hell#and i was thinking. man. if i had to write AND illustrate a story for like ten years straight. because its my bread and butter#and there are other people depending on the story doing well to make money#it would 100% get to me. i would rather end it all lmao#which is why i think fanfic is so great#just writing a story that you want. that makes sense to you. that has elements you want. that is exactly as long as you want.#and there isnt even a possibility of really monetizing it so there is no drive to make is 'succeed' or make it as long as possible#this could be applied to just writing a 'regular' story also that is not intended for publishing#also kinda makes me think about h*ikyuu#i kinda do feel the timeskip and the ending were a bit rushed#but like. if it was me. i would have rushed it too lmao#after so many years of working on one thing and one thing only i would have been so done. just so done#and h*ikyuu ending to me wasnt even bad. it was good with good resolution of everything. with characters evolving and achieving their dreams#not necessarily volleyball related (like tenma)#the progress made realistic sense#but it did feel a bit rushed#anyway#fanfic and writing for yourself is great#and manga authors face way too much pressure from people dependent on them. from fans. even from society in general
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tariah23 Ā· 8 months ago
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One of the main reasons why I used to avoid Isekaiā€™s, and fantasy works in general, like the plague is because of how over saturated theyā€™d become with things that didnā€™t feel like they even belonged to the genre to begin withā€¦ itā€™s not too hard to find works that stand out but so much of those works have been pushed down and forgotten, it just sucks.
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re-colligere Ā· 4 months ago
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Having a childhood ship have a resurgence and making art for them now older and with new skills is honestly what life is all about. This is just a message letting you know youā€™re winning with drawing disear keep it up and tysm <3
HAHAA YEAH exactly, it truly is something special and I'm definitely having the time of my life over here. Thank you so much!! Glad to hear people are also enjoying my silly stuff for them.
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sforzesco Ā· 1 year ago
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CAESAR AUGUSTUS AND MARCUS LICINIUS CRASSUS
this is about the spolia opima that crassus was robbed of lmao. like, yeah okay octavian could've asked him not to claim it, but nevertheless. a kind of theft happened there.
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Fact and Fiction: Crassus, Augustus, and the Spolia Opima, Catherine McPherson
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psychomusic Ā· 2 months ago
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oc time again! + her town & culture (heavily inspired by pre-roman italic populations)
she is suri sauthon. her story is linked to my swtor imperial agent, tar'x, but most of her life except for the one year away where she meets him, is spent in a town in the mountains of mirial.
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despite mirial being cold and desert, and many cities developing underground, her town flourishes thanks to a force nexus, venerated in the form of an ancient, sacred, alive crystal. the ecosystem of that mountain depended on what "the horned crystal" was capable of giving them, but mirialans couldn't live off of that alone, so they developed trade and some rudimental technology, even if oftentimes it was bought thanks to the highly profitable trade of a plant used to make medicines that slowed down aging and had overall healing properties.
note: everything that's generated by this nexus has these healing properties BUT they have to be processed, except for those who bathed in the waters of the cavity under the crystal - the "real" nexus, but not the worshipped one. the waters were sacred but they were not thought to be miraculous, unlike the crystal, who instead was thought of as the keystone of the ecosystem: without it, everything would fall apart (and that is partially true: the cavity was the "real" nexus but thanks to the crystal, also strong in the force, the properties were spread all over the mountains). those who bathed in the cavity's waters - so, all of the town, who had a sort of baptism there - could eat the plant, make whatever food with it, and not only that plant, but everything generated by the nexus, that, again, had similar properties. this allowed people to live up to normal life-spans without advanced medicines or, much, really. to those who didn't live there, though, after the processing, had incredible effects, slowing down aging - for those who took it regularly - and making people able to live up to half a century more than the average]
originally, there were four tribes of nomads that lived thanks to horned farm animals that decided to settle down into one bigger town and other smaller settlements, to live off of transhumance. this division of the tribes stayed into the political and social organization: every person belonged to one tribe specifically, and had slightly different rituals and culture. for examples, each tribe had their own priests and healers, with different techniques and traditions. the town, tho, was guided by a group of people in the high priesthood, a position you could reach only by having earned the trust of all tribes. those high priests had many roles: they guided the people into sacred processions common to all the tribes, they managed the trading with outsiders, they did the maintenance of the temple of the summit (the one that functioned as casket to the crystal) and created a special liquid to offer the crystal that helps it grow.
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this particular temple was important because 1. it was very visible, from every angle of the town, and it became an important identity symbol; 2. it stored the venerated horned crystal; 3. it had the altar where sacrifices were made for the crystals. that altar had a hole connected to the cavity, that allowed the liquids to reach the underground; 4. it had various symbols: statues representing each tribe + the high priesthood, and typical mirialan tattoos carved into the wood of the trees that served as columns for the temple, symbolizing 8 values that who dared to enter HAD to have; 5. it was on the way to an important lake (called "mother lake" because the lake the town was built around to depended on the waters of that other lake) where they traveled to in important processions; 6. it was said that a the wizard who unified the tribes made it with its magic, making the plant grow to hold the temple's roof. this wizard was, actually, a force user, obv.
BACK TO HER THOUGH: she's daughter of one of the high priests, who was in charge of managing the trades with outsiders, and lives in a house on the mountains with her mother and him. her parents are from different tribes (that's one of the things that earned him trust from the 4 tribes): when a child is born from two different tribes, they don't pick one to allign to, but they're usually linked automatically to the one with more relatives in it (in her case, the father's tribe: she had many uncles and aunts on his side while her mom only had one sister).
later, though, she got quite tied to her mother's tribe due to a mysterious illness that only her mother's tribe healer was able to cure. she spent 4 years (from 10 to 14 years old) living with the healer and learned her secrets. to better study, she wrote them down. when she returned home, she studied to become a priestess with her father. at 22 (the average age: you can't become priest before your 20s), she was supposed to take a test and become a priestess, but the healer of her mother's tribe died and the tribe asked her to take her place. she couldn't technically do that, but both tribes estimated both her and her parents and she was allowed to become both. she then decided to try to become a high priestess, and became one at 25 (a quite young age). being part of the council, she tried to convince the various tribe healers to unite their knowledges and write them down, and eventually made it. healers still remained tribe based but they now had an "upper, inter-tribe level" similar to high priesthood.
years later, the sacred horned crystal is stolen from the temple by some Hutt mercenaries looking for a profit. given the trust she has earned from all the tribes and the fact that her father is the high priest that deals with outsiders (and she's been hearing stories and advice about it since she was little), she is the one tasked with getting it back. without the growing crystal, the keystone to their ecosystem, the village would have lasted only a few years. in hrr quest, she meets imperial intelligence agent tar'x laran and, as they "solve the mystery" and fight to have it back, they get closer. they'll get married and have a daughter, Vegoia (who's the only one who actually will get to the plot of my story. this was all background)
#i overdeveloped this part of the background. IT'S QUITE LITERALLY USELESS. like. Vegoia will have so few memories of it (she'll become jedi)#i will make a post about her too when I'll finish designing her and outlining her story BUT that may be difficult cuz the frame for the mai#story is quite difficult to match with how developed the other stories are getting and i have to figure it Much Stuff yet#so I'm using these post to like. fix a certain part lf the lore because even my own notes are getting older and messy. better to start over#ANYWAY for those curious & who are still reading (if u exist. WTF THANK U!!); my main story is actually a research file in the jedi archive#BASICALLY i was trying to write my own story for years but then i watched a video (tcw doesn't hold up by sheev talks i think) and i finall#understood how to frame all of these stories together in a way that i feel can add to the star wars lore (because. the others were just#like. okay but who cares unless me? and i did want to have a cool frame that maybe some nerd would be interested in looking into)#so: when ahsoka anakin and obi return from mortis; they tell the council about it (yoda knows about it in s6). sheev talks complained that#it was incredibly full of stuff that was done so poorly it could ruin a big part of the original sw story itself and it was never brought u#again. and honestly i agree. SO my story is about a jedi that is tasked with research on the celestials & by having him figure out stuff i#can minimize/limit/reframe some of the controversial things in there (i love mortis arc so bad but i also agree with his critic. I'll Fixā„¢)#so. many stories will be about people who have previously seen the celestials or have been to mortis one way or another (pre-tcw obv) & hav#had experience & knowledge that the researcher is looking for. so i get to have an anthology with many stories#and have a cool frame I'm intrested in developing + i can experiment with different storytelling styles depending on how he finds out stuff#+ there was another sw story with a similar frame i think? so if i decide to write the story as if it was the file itself and not the searc#i can have even a REFERENCE of what a file like that is supposed to be. LIKE. IT ALL FITS!!!#sw#star wars#swtor#the old republic#star wars oc#imperial agent#star wars fanart#mirialan oc#mirialan#star wars story#star wars the old republic#oc: suri sauthon
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