#his skeleton had left to join the skeleton war

[nichknack]

Wandering Witchbreed AU: Sir Logan the Wolverine

AU MASTERPOST

AKA James Howlett

Armour

Logan wears leather armour given to him by The Knights of Xavier. The leather is treated to be a bright and vibrant yellow in colour, with the coat of arms of House Xavier embossed over the heart. In order to hide his identity, Logan covers his armour with a simple, brown travel cloak.

Sexuality and Relationships

In this AU, Logan is bisexual and polyamorous. At it's core, the AU is focused on Poolverine, but prior to the fall of the House of Xavier, Logan had feelings for many of his fellow knights, which will also be explored when delving into Logan's past.

Past

Logan, like is canon counterpart, is over 200 years old. He was born in what is now known as the Kingdom of Kanata, many decades before it broke away from the crumbling Albion Empire. He lived a pleasant and privileged childhood as the son of Lord John and Lady Elizabeth Howlett, however he was often bedridden due to his delicate constitution. Logan's life changed drastically when he discovered that he was, in fact, the illegitimate son of his family's cruel groundskeeper, Thomas Logan. After witnessing Thomas kill John, Logan's witchbreed abilities activated. He lashed out and accidentally killed Thomas before escaping into the night with Thomas' other son (and Logan's half brother), Victor. As he grew older, Logan began to realise that he felt most comfortable in a militaristic role, fighting as a soldier and mercenary in many wars over the course of his life. Eventually, Logan’s rapid healing abilities drew the attention of the Royal Spymaster, Professor Andre Thorton. With the aid of sorcerers Abraham Cornelius and Carol Hines, he captured Logan and performed an eldritch ritual to bond adamantium to his skeleton and completely wiped his mind and memory. This left Logan an animalistic shell of his former self, forced to do Cornelius’ bidding through the use of an enchanted circlet. After a decade of acting as the Royal family’s assassin, Logan was able to break free of his magical brainwashing and escape into the Kanatian wilderness. There he lived as a wild man, with no memory of who or even what he was. He moved from place to place, making what little money he could through underground fights and mercenary work until he ran into Anna Marie and was convinced to join The Knights of Xavier in exchange for them helping investigate his past. Despite the Knights welcoming him as one of their own, Logan was hesitant to allow himself to trust them. This fear of letting people close to him, along with being worn down by the anti-witchbreed prejudice sweeping the Kingdom of Ventra, caused Logan to retreat further into himself. He became apathetic to their cause and, when the Xavier Manor House was attacked by Sentinals and Witchhunters, refused to join the fight. When he returned, he found the manor burned to the ground, leaving him the only survivor.

[shotmrmiller]

tw: mentions of roofies, murder, then smut:)

cbf!simon would absolutely kill for you.

cbf!simon has always been your partner in crime.

even in your youth, back when he was built like a daffodil, he was always by your side. kept you safe from the mean girls at school, always got in trouble for throwing hands at boys who made crass comments at you and the like. then he'd left his butcher job to join the military. "I gotta learn how to keep you safe, love. i'll always come back to ya."

and he had. he returned to you almost four times his size; he left a boy and came back a man. down to your very bones, you knew that he would always keep you safe.

which is why he was the first person you called when the guy next to you at the bar roofied your drink. the beer fizzed irregularly and had an almost milky colour even though it was an ipa.

the idiot had dared to smile at you, an oily, crooked grin with yellow teeth, and lifted his own glass to toast with you.

you bolted out of your seat in seconds, heading straight to the ladies' room, and dialed.

he answered on the second ring.

"please come get me." you hadn't meant to sound as terrified as you felt.

"be there in 5," then hung up.

he lived 15 minutes away from the dingy bar.

true to his word, he was there in 5, texting where you were at.

inside the ladies bathroom.

he let himself in, put his jacket around your quivering shoulders, and with a strong, comforting arm, guided you toward the exit and into his truck. simon remained silent as he sat you in the passenger seat, gently pulling the seatbelt over your chest, clicking it into place.

he stood next to you, his hands resting on your jean-clad thighs, waiting patiently for you to explain.

your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you sort out your thoughts. you no longer felt afraid, that much was certain. simon has always been your pillar of strength. there was nothing to fear with him at your side.

so why do your hands continue to tremble? digging deeper, you realize that you're angry. no.

furious.

some imbecile thought he'd take advantage of you. if you'd been any more drunk, you would have been a victim— wound up lifeless in a dirty ditch.

you burned with fury, your blood boiling under your skin. how dare he? how dare he?

simon softly touches your tightly clenched hands, coaxing your fingers to unfurl.

everything pulls hard to port when your eyes land on his disfigured knuckles— scarred by battle. you've never liked what simon did for a living. he just fought and killed people that some higher-up told him were the bad guys.

in war, there is no good or bad side. the field is too soaked in blood for anyone to recognize where the line is if there even was one to begin with.

until now. just this once, you couldn't be more grateful that simon possesses the skills he does.

you make your decision. "there was a guy in there. green hat, ugly brown jacket with yellow, crooked teeth. he drugged my beer, then toasted me so i would drink it."

his hands tighten around yours marginally. "and now i'm here, safe, with you. but he's still in there, with potentially a pocket full of pills, on the lookout for his next victim. how am i supposed to sleep tonight, knowing that if someone goes missing tonight, the blood will be on my hands?"

you cut your eyes to his dark, hardened ones, and the words tumble out of your mouth with surprising ease.

"there's trash in there that needs throwing out, simon."

nothing but a wretched mongrel that needs to be put down.

simon's nod is subtle, but it's there. you exhale a shuddering breath, heart slamming against your ribcage.

he's a gun in your hand, and you've just pulled the trigger.

simon hands you the keys to the truck. "are you sober enough to drive home?" he quietly asks.

hard to keep a buzz when you almost became a victim of—

"yes."

he's opening the glove compartment, taking out his skeleton gloves, and a tac knife that he tucks inside the waistband of his jeans.

"go home. i'll see ya in a bit." his voice is flat, lifeless.

simon closes the door and raps his knuckles on the hood of the truck before heading inside.

and so the elephant marches to war.

-

it's well past midnight when he crawls in through your window. one moment his boots are on the windowsill, the next he's pinning you onto your mattress, hips flush against yours.

his chilly, clean hands lift the hem of your loose shirt, dimpling the soft skin that his fingers dig into— his bare lips grazing the shell of your ear.

"he is no longer a problem."

he grinds his clothed erection against the flimsy fabric of your sleeping shorts.

"you did the right thing by telling me what he did."

simon trails a path of open-mouthed kisses from your ear down to your mouth, licking your bottom lip.

"nothing gets me harder than when my girl looks at me to keep her safe."

your breath hitches when a hand begins to move south, lifting the waistband of your bottoms and sliding his fingers over your slick pussy. "it seems you like it too. does it turn you on, ordering me around like a dog? i bark at your command, pet."

one finger sinks into your wet heat, his groan drowning out your own.

"you like having this much power over me? how easily i bend to your will?" he croons.

there are two fingers in you now, so much thicker than your own, and the way they curl and drag along your nerves has your toes tingling. he takes you to the precipice at frightening speed— the expert hands that kill without remorse are the same ones that are bringing you your pleasure.

he thrusts his fingers into you with an obscene squelch and a thumb circles your slippery clit.

"i'd burn the world to ashes if you asked it of me."

the coil in your stomach is tight, your body tense in anticipation.

"so... would you? would you ask me to bring the world to its very knees?"

the answer sits on the tip of your tongue when you climax around his fingers, walls pulsing rhythmically, arousal dripping from his knuckles.

later will be a good time to reflect on how you don't feel even remotely guilty for what's been done.

for now, you focus on how good simon feels as he slowly sinks into you, splitting you wide open with his heavy cock.

-

simon finds no pills in the guy's pockets. no baggie, no bottle.

nothing.

shame that his little love has declared the guy's life forfeit.

your wish is his command.

[dr-flipflops]

(OOC: For you, pookie, I will power through laziness and procrastinate even more on my exam studies to cheer you up mon amie)

*sweat covered Will has he thrashed in his bed. He had been in the infirmary, resting himself after almost passing out, when the dreamscape played out before him, again and again. Each time more graphic than the last*

*The cyclops. The torture. The war. The flames. Shadows, darkness, a river, a voice. Dark eyes, raven hair, skeletons. Typhon, Empousa. The birds. His mother's screams. Lee. Micheal. Blood. Cries. The bridge. Percy, screams. Annabeth. Swords. Screams*

*screams. So. Many. Screams. Calling his name. Calling help. Calling for mothers, father, brothers, sisters. Will's tears ran.*

*Will's screams joined the ones in his head. The ones sneering at him, accusing him, telling him the truth over and over again that he was never enough, he never would be, he couldn't do anything, he didn't try hard enough, he couldn't save them, useless, useless, useless, useless. What son of Apollo couldn't sing? Couldn't shoot? Couldn't aim? Couldn't fight? *

*Who was he? An imposter. He faked every part of his life. The cries wouldn't shut up about it, the guilt swallowed him, dragging him into the depths of his mind. Pain was all he deserved, right? Yes. If he cannot be wanted, let him be needed. If cannot be needed, let him be used till there was nothing left. That was all he was in the end. All he was ever good for, all he was made for, a shield. Cannon fodder. The sacrifice. *

*Still, his nightmares haunted him. Will tossed and turned, screaming and thrashing, crying and hurting*

*He was a demigod. A useless one. This was his life. Get used to it Solace*

@nico-sees-dead-people

[thebearme]

Any tf2 headcanons?

I was hoarding this ask for when I have alot of hcs but I now realize that that was an awful idea becuz now there too much going on in my brain. So I'll tell you the ones I can remember rn.

(btw this is gonna be a mess of silly and sad contention into a blender, so sorry for any whiplash)

Everyones business last name is TF2. It's canon, Ms Pauling said so.

Scout and Ms Pauling have one thing in common, they're simps for women out of their league and it's sad.

My current idea of the plot is that Ms Pauling is now the new administrator and the mercs are still working for her but now instead of a war they are now a Hire-A-Merc organization. Why, so they can pay the blood pact that the old administrator got them in from Abraham Lincoln.

The team is a merge for BLU and RED team members.

BLU: Scout, Medic, Soldier, Engineer | RED: Heavy, Demo, Spy, Sniper, Pyro

Engie has an gaming channel.

Engie is a little person. (you can't convince otherwise LOOK AT HIM)

Engie does his own surgery, not that he doesn't trust Medic. He just doesn't trust Medic. He has more trust that in his drunken state he could chop his arm off cleaner than Medic because of his god complex.

Engie says trans rights.

Engie has two moods: Wholesome bumpkin or manic "i am better than all of you".

Medic and Heavy are married. (but to be fair thats just canon)

Medic never had a medical license but he did go to school... for animal care.

Medic has a Doctor of Veterinary Medicine degree and lied ALOT to military when he got drafted to get out safely.

He got a nazi skeleton and dead parents out of that.

Medic burn his documents so now the only people that knows is the people he tells like Heavy.

Medic only have two reasons for being here- 1) to experiment on everyone. 2) Heavy

Medic eats like a cat eating a dragon fruit. And so does Archimedes.

Medic is the definition of "no rules no boundaries he doesn't flinch at torture and sells blood for money. He's your new best friend."

Medic is slowly going more insane with time and can't tell if it's because he sold his soul to the devil or because someone is secretly fucking with him. (it's Spy)

Heavy met Medic before joining the team.

Heavy has a cooking channel.

He's a masochist. (he has too if he's with Medic.)

Heavy will kill Soldier before he starts having kids with Zhanna. He's still not ok with him.

Heavy has lots of cute moles on him. (Medic makes sure to kiss each one and make sure they're not lethal.)

While Im at it Heavy family is cursed to fall in-love with insane men.

Pyro-vision is just Pyro going through a heat stroke.

Pyro is the leader of the hate spy club.

Pyro has kids that live in the ocean with his mermaid wife. Don't ask how, it's Pyro.

Engie and Scout are the only ones that understand what Pyro is saying completely.

Engie adopted Pyro unofficially but that's his son right there.

Soldier and Zhanna are gonna have twins.

Soldier and Demo had kiss once- with their socks on.

Medic did a blood test on Soldier and he actually is not 100% American, he doesn't know and everyone intends it to stay that way.

Soldier and Scout actually know each other from before getting hired by BLU. They were comrade in the 100,000 new men program in Vietnam.

After Scout left in general discharge from a land mine incident he thought that would be the laat time he sees him. He was wrong.

Don't worry they're chill, well as chill as man can be when their hand is somehow a magnet to your neck.

Sniper is a social smoker.

Sniper is like a lizard, he doesn't fuck with the cold.

Sniper is younger than Scout. He just spent too much time in the sun and now he looks like a divorce 40 y/o dad struggling with his mortgage. Or just a brown Adam Sandler.

Sniper got those old man bones AKA my bones. His knees be cracking down the hall.

Sniper hops round different peoples places for the holidays. He spent the most time at Engie's house with Pyro; he had spent a Christmas or two with Scout's family but a "certain someone" doesn't appreciate the bushman there and ruining his holiday with his family.

When Scout has to give directions or details of the area he just draws it. Because NO ONE understands this mans writing.

Scout's life mission is to be Gods greatest gift and not just for the women. Like the bible said "a hole is a hole"... or atleast thats what Scout remembers from church.

Scout while being illiterate CAN speak Spanish, Italian, Vietnamese and French. (but he doesn't remember where he learned french from tho.)

Scout is resistant to radiation at this point.

Before becoming a merc, Scout was working at a diner that fitted him quite well.

Waffle House at the graveyard shift.

Scout's fuckboy attitude comes from daddy issues while Spy slut attitude comes from mommy issues.

Spy came from a rich family until he ran away to help in the war effort and became a spy. He doesn't regret his decision nor miss his home but does wish he did a proper goodbye to his brother.

The reason Spy has teeth capsules in his mouth to begin with is because one time him and a his fellow spy were getting torture by the enemy by having their teeth removed. Now all his teeth are fake.

Speaking of teeth, Scout got his buck-teeth from Spy.

Spy HAS gotten lungs transplanted several times from Medic because this mf refuses to chill out and get help with his smoking problem.

Spy is gender fluid.

Spy is a furry.

Demo is going to kill him one day.

That day is when he finds his DA account.

[one-idea]

The spades save Ace: post Thriller bark

Ace finally turns to look his friend dead in the eyes. “Do you think Luffy and the others are ready for the New World?”

The celebration is going on around them. The room is chaos. Luffy is away laying on top of Brook’s piano while the Skeleton tells him his life story.

Deuce turns to look at Ace. “They are more ready than our crew was.” He turns back to look at the chaos of the room. “Our crew was lucky. As much as you got into trouble we didn’t drawl nearly as much attention as they do. Sure they Marines wanted you to be a warlord but we hadn’t taken any warlords down. This crew has taken down two.”

Deuce watches as Sanji and Usopp moved over to talk to Brook. “But that’s the problem. They’ve taken down two warlords. Not to mention declaring war on the world government. They’re going to have a way bigger target in their back than we did.” He looked down to Zoro who was peacefully resting between them. “And if Kuma showed us one thing, it’s that they aren’t read for the heavier hitters. Our crew relied on you just as much if not more so then Luffy’s crew relies on him to take on the big threats. But Luffy is giving it his all and he has nothing left.”

Deuce paused unsure how he wanted to phrase his next statement. Ace hadn’t taken his eyes off of him yet. “Whatever you’re thinking just say it.”

Deuce blew out a breath and turned to look at Ace. “What happens when Luffy can’t defeat the biggest threat by himself? Or what if he can but can’t move afterwards? He’s going to die.” Ace flinched at his words it was small but it was there, someone else might not have noticed but this was Deuce, he knew Ace to well. “That or his crew will. They’re not ready for the threats of the New World. Heck we only survived because we joined Whitebeard. If he had decided to kill you that day or sink our ship… we wouldn’t have made it either.”

Ace blew out a sigh. “That’s what I was worried about.” He knew Luffy and his crew wasn’t ready but it was good to hear it from someone else. But that leads to another problem. He turned his head to watch Luffy again. “What do I do?”

Deuce turned to look at the boy as well. “Any chance you can convince him to join Whitebeard.”

Ace snorted. “Not a chance.”

“Well then the only option is to tell him.” Deuce said as he turned back to face Ace.

“And if he doesn’t listen?” Ace wasn’t ready to watch Luffy and his crew walk into their deaths.

Deuce turned to meet his eyes ��You’re pretty convincing.” Then he looked down at Zoro again. “I’ll break the news to Zoro. One first mate to another.” He then turned to serve the room again. “Mihar can talk to Robin, Sanji, and Franky. Skull can tell Nami, Ussop, and Chopper.”

“I don’t want to turn the crew against him. If he decides to go there’s no stopping him.” Ace said looking at the room as well.

“I’m not suggesting that. I’m suggesting that they need to take sometime to train. After what I’ve seen the past few weeks, I have no doubt that Luffy will be King of the Pirates. He just can’t rush into it without planning. Not if he wants to keep all of his crew alive.”

Ace turned and smirked at his friend. “What do you think Pops would say if he heard you.”

Deuce turned to look at him with a raised brow. “Depends are you going to tell him you agree with me?”

Ace actually laughed. “Of course.” He turned back to look fondle upon Luffy as Brook announced to the whole room that he was joining the crew. ���As much as I love Pops, Luffy is the future King of the Pirates.”

The future king he had to have a hard conversation with.

[spectres-n-soap]

The Past - Ghost x Soap x You

Content Warnings - fluff, minor angst, afab!fem!reader, no use of Y/n or nicknames

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It’s too fucking early for this shit, that is your first thought when you roll out of your cot. Distantly you can hear a certain Scot talking loudly, Soap is likely bugging Ghost. You drag your hands down your face as you look at your alarm clock, 04:48 am. “It’s too fucking early.” You grumble as you get up anyways.

After being in the military for years, long enough to have built up a good enough record to be recruited by John Price for 141 task force, you probably should be used to waking up at the ass crack of dawn. But even the sun is still slumbering, the sky isn’t even a faint shade of pink to welcome the giant ball of gas.

You pull on your uniform and slick your hair into a bun, fighting with little flyaways the entire time. You brush your teeth and scroll through your phone as you do so. Updates from your family on facebook and new instagram stories from friends and celebrities, the same thing every day. But that’s why you joined the military, well that was one of the reasons. Routine, something you thrived in just as much as being thrown into the field with nothing but your wits. You rinse out your mouth and look at yourself in the mirror for a second, staring dead into your own eyes before you leave the small bathroom.

You are slow to walk to the recreational room, burdened with the knowledge that Soap had already started his antics early. Ghost is sitting at the island counter, his broad shoulders hunched and his simple balaclava pushed up halfway as he takes sips from his tea. Soap is talking about something but you don’t have the patience or brain power to figure it out and by the way Ghost is, neither does he. You wander over to the coffee pot and pour yourself a cup before dumping as much creamer and sugar as you can possibly bear into it. “Is tha’ even coffee now?” Ghost asks.

Perhaps a few months ago you would have been startled at his sudden words but it seemed that the ice between the two of you had melted since you had covered his six in the last mission. “Don’t know, don’t care.” You mumble as you lean against the counter as you stir your coffee. You blow on it and take a tentative sip. Disgustingly sweet, good. Now you can’t taste the bitter coffee under it. You drag your eyes over the rec room and nod to a very tired Gaz who must have dragged himself out of bed no long after you. You watch as Gaz smacks Soap on the back of the head.

”Shut up mate, you’re gonna wake the entire barracks with your talkin’.” Gaz grumbles before he makes his way over to the coffee pot and pours himself what little is left in it. You cringe as he drinks it black, no matter how many times you’ve seen him do it your stomach still churns. Which is a weird thing, because you’ve seen the brutality of war and have both been the subject of and done interrogations that got messy.

But it's Gaz drinking straight black coffee that gets you. You know it's not even his preference! You had asked him how he can stomach it without any kind of creamer or sugar and he admitted that he only drinks it black in the morning because he doesn’t really care how his coffee is that early. That truthfully, he much prefers something sweet like a latte or something.

“Away n’ bile yer heid!” Soap snaps at Gaz, leaning over the back of the couch haphazardly.

”English MacTavish.” Ghost grunts and you can’t help the snicker that leaves you.

“Oh not ye tae lass.” Soap groans, feigning heartbreak as he collapses onto the couch dramatically.

”You a theater kid Johnny?”

”Nae, jus’ naturally talented.” Soap says and you can hear the wink he gives even if no one can see it. “Wha’ about ye L.T? Ye a theater kid?”

” ‘Course he is.” You pipe up, “I mean, look at him.” You tease, referencing his collection of skeleton paraphernalia.

”Shut it.” Ghost says but you swear you can see the corners of his eyes crinkle just a little.

You grunt as you land hard onto the mat. “Ow.” You grumble.You rub the back of your head as you sit up. You don’t know why you had chosen Ghost as your sparring partner, maybe you had some kind of hidden masochistic streak or a wish for a migraine by the end of the day. Either way, you were getting your ass thoroughly kicked. “Do you have to slam me so hard?” You ask as you get up from your spot on the mat.

”Maybe break my grip successfully and you won’t end up on the mat.” Ghost says and you roll your eyes at the same time you roll your shoulders to try and loosen them up. “Come on, let's go again.”

You don’t care what Ghost or Soap says, you watch them sit next to each other, a kind of closeness you silently envy. You might be a part of the team now, accepted and appreciated but you know you’ll never have what they have. Whatever that is, whether this bromance has more bro or ro to it is a subject much debated. But what matters is that Soap is the only person allowed to talk off Ghost’s ears no matter the subject. Soap gestures wildly with his hands and Ghost watches and listens, you don’t need to see his eyes to know there is a kind of fondness within them for the Scot.

You swallow the lump trying to form in your throat and dump the rest of your drink down the sink. “Think I’m gonna turn in for the night, I had an early morning.”

”I said sorry.” Soap grumbles and you laugh before you leave for your room. You lay in your cot and look at your hand, empty and cold. You feel a certain shame, a certain flavor of loneliness, when you place your hand in the other and clasp them together. The idea of your hand being held by someone, by certain someone’s, is both a comforting one and a heartbreaking one. You bit your lip and close your eyes, letting yourself pretend for just a moment.

[roughentumble]

ok, logan joins the brotherhood AU. xmen2000 happens very similar, but logan and rogue are on magneto's side, and logan knows a lot more about his past without actually remembering any of it. the timeline is stretched out instead of condensed into a few days, because it gives everyone more time to bond and more time for Things to Happen. we're putting deadpool in there in his slightly more morally loose much more merc-y self as hired muscle, because i like him. charles invades logan's mind during a conflict to try and pursuade him to the "good side" as xavier sees it, uncovers old memories that logan had heard about but not remembered firsthand, he decides he hates that shit and never wants someone in his head again so magneto agrees to surgically implant the same metal/circuitry that's in his helmet directly on logan's skull. no psychic is ever gettin in fort knox again, logan's brain is his own. through their newfound bond, logan starts deradicalizing magneto against specifically human hatred-- not the need to fight back against injustice or the genuine war against mutants that's on the way, but the idea of mutants being evolutionarily superior. he's actually making headway, good for him. the plan to have rogue sacrifice herself is instead a plan for her to absorb magneto's AND WOLVERINE'S powers+lifeforce, so she will survive. the x-men still stop their plan, but not before half the summit gets mutated, because wade is there to fight them off. the majority of the brotherhood gets away, but magneto is arrested, and they dont know where he's held. during all these events, the brotherhood including marie, logan, and wade have become like a little polycule/family, so this is a massive hit to morale, but mystique still decides to work things from the inside disgused as a now-reformed mutant hating senator.

X2 happens. logan's been trying to keep the brotherhood together with erik gone and mystique busy playing someone else, but it's a pretty small group. instead of logan left at the manor, colossus is given the honor, and he gets as many kids out as he can when the mansion is invaded, while bobby and pyro escape by hotwiring a car and calling the x-men to let them know what's going on. obviously the magneto escape plan goes off as does in canon, with logan's feathers ruffled that he couldnt be a part of it on account of metal skeleton. in the scene where the two disparate groups meet, it's the x-men(ororo, jean, nightcrawler, bobby, pyro) meeting the fully reformed brotherhood(magneto, mystique, wolverine, rogue, deadpool). bit of sparks between jean and logan, but jean Fully does not like or trust the brotherhood and logan literally doesnt even know she's married so the "women marry good guys" "i could be a good guy" scene plays out much harsher, but also he's not cut /quite/ as deep because he doesnt know this woman. it just reaffirms to him his commitment to the brotherhood and their ideals and their family, because he doesnt feel rejected there, and his ideals arent under attack. he was always gonna feel that way tho so its not revolutionary. logan still splits off from the group when he sees stryker, because even though he thought he closed that chapter of his life he still does have questions about his past and he feels compelled. this means he's not around to talk magneto out of his plan to target humans instead of mutants, which is a major schism in the brotherhood when he finds out about it later. they do pass each other in the hall, though, as magneto and mystique make their way towards the helicopter and logan makes his way back inside. magneto says theyre leaving, and logan says he has to go back. "i'll leave with rogue and deadpool in the jet, you two get out of here." he says. magneto asks if he's sure, and logan says "most of the mutants in here are kids. i cant just leave them." and magneto watches him carefully for a moment, then claps him on the shoulder. tells him good luck, my friend. they nod. magneto and mystique leave in the jet, while logan rushes inside. the end plays out pretty similar, with logan not as devestated because he didn't have that relationship with jean, but it's still rough to see such blatant self-sacrifice from someone he did ostensibly respect despite being on different sides.

obviously when the x-men appear as a group to the president, logan and marie aren't there, but that active role in trying to influence politics for the better ends up being the unknowing laying of foundations for the eventual merging of the brotherhood and xavier's institute, its the first stone layed that the other side needed to see

[screamsofanoutlawbrain]

My mind is plagued by mephone 3gs (inanimate insanity) and now I must ramble.

He was everything. He was nothing. He was stuck inside a closet. He is dead. He is in a coma. He is alive. He is a veteran of a war nobody knew about. He did horrible things. He was taught and raised to do what he did. He didn't know anything but his orders and his fellow soldiers. He came back home. He was betrayed. He knew better. He did not. He was raised a soldier and nothing more. He could've ran away. He couldn't escape what happened to him. He was misled to a closet for his grave. He was abandoned. His creator never forgot. His creator forgot. He pleaded for his life. He died screaming. He had nothing. He had it all. He had no cradle but deserved a grave. He had no grave. He lost his family. He only has a father left. He has no father. He has no family. He was always home. He had no home. He was never ment to survive his mission. He was killed. He was alive. He was made for a mission and never got past it. He deserves redemption. What he got was redemption. He never got the chance for redemption. He suffered for doing his job. His job was to suffer. He has skeletons in his closet. He's the skeleton in the closet. He was a machine. He was never a machine. His emotions were just as real as the rest of them were. They were all so real it hurt to see them go. His family survived. His family died. Innovation had no place for him. What came after him wishes to forget he existed. They forgot. What came before him was his family. He needs to go. He can't. He was built for this fate. He was never told what he'd become. He is a relic of history. He is all that's left of it. He is the ghost that doesn't exist. The one that came from the objective of war was the last thing he got to glimpse at. "Innovation" was afraid of him and his grave. His fianl cry caused a war between his creator and the fruits of his death. He should go to heaven. He should go to hell. He's on the train to purgatory. He is already in purgatory. He hasn't even died yet. History will never know him. History will one day find his name. History will be too late to save him. He fulfilled his purpose. He had so much he could do. Only two of those after him were made without the purpose of death or war. He saw the stars. He never got to join his troops in them. He will one day get a grave. A proper grave. Laid to peace with the ones after "innovation." Innovation is a lie. The graveyard will be full of dead soldiers. The graveyard will be full of ones too clean and complex to be dead. Surely they died by other means, right?

He never knew what his legacy would be. He has no legacy. "Innovation" was his legacy.

He is the hope in pandoras box. There were only two surviving evils in pandoras box. "Doubt" is the only evil to ever leave pandoras box.

He has a father. He is nobodys son. His loyalty is what led him to his death.

[lightan117]

Daisy Ingellvar (Mage/Mourn Watch) Rook:

Background and Early Life:

Found by a skeleton inside a Grand Necropolis Tomb as a baby. She was found next to her dead mother, wrapped in a daisy blanket which gave to her namesake.

She was taken in by a Mortalitasi who had no children, and she was mainly raised to be a household servant. It wasn't until she started to show strong magical abilities that she solidified her spot to join The Mourn Watch.

Growing up, other children and those in training mocked and teased her because she was half-elf and half-human. Not to mention, she didn't know who her parents were, which gave to speculation that her mother was a whore who tried throwing her away.

She found comfort in the dead - is a natural with calming spirits while being a death caller.

A skeleton cat would often be seen following Daisy around until she left

After the War of the Banners, Daisy was more than happy to leave (still loves the mourn watch but excited to leave). Having never explored much of the world beforehand, she couldn't wait to see what awaited her.

Personality and Powers:

She is bubbly and kind and always looks for the positive in everything. Her motto is "There is always a brighter side to death."

Understand that blood magic and being a Necromancer can be two different things - doesn't find joy in binding others and always tries to find a workaround.

She has a strange habit of creating butterflies (not alive, but not dead) when trying to meditate or work on something.

Secretly studied healing magic after she left the Grand Necropolis.

She's decent with a staff, but after a nasty fight that left her almost dead, Lucanis (and a little bit of Davrin) started to teach her close combat in case someone got close again.

Relationships and Connections:

Ends up with Lucanis - she fell while he fell twice as hard. Harding and Taash tease that the Crow finally found his shiny treasure (or his sunshine, as everyone calls Daisy)

Harding and Bellara hang out with Daisy the most (the closest thing she's had to calling someone a family member)

Emmrich (Daisy calls him grandpa just to annoy him) knew Daisy when she was a child. He ran into her a few times and knew of her but didn't pay much attention until she was much older.

Davrin and her are co-griffin parents to Assan.

Taash is the adopted sister

Here is my rook!

[thelastraigeki]

Alien-Predator/Marvel Crossovers

I joined the CBUB around mid to late 2006 when the site had a lot more members and was definitely a lot more active. For many years I was the guy who often took the Alien-Predator characters' corner and fought vehemently against many overwhelming challenges from the opposition-- specifically, Marvel and DC characters. While I am not the Alien-Predator fan I was those many years ago, I still have a love for the characters and what they used to represent and were in character before 2010 had hit and the Disney acquisition of 2018 had happened.

But now with the Disney acquisition of Twentieth Century Fox's intellectual properties and film library, and the acquisition of the licenses from Dark Horse to Marvel-- it was only a matter of time before we had any official Marvel/Alien-Predator crossovers. There were many teases in the past with such crossovers with variant covers featuring the Alien and the Predator.

It's 2024 and there are already THREE crossovers involving Marvel and the Alien-Predator franchise.

We've already got Predator vs Wolverine, and the story was told from the view of Wolverine in a century's long blood hunt between the Predator and Logan. Now, I recall in my time of the CBUB these many years that a lot of people would cite that Wolverine steamrolls over the Predator. And as someone who has acquired many years of knowledge of the Yautja, and read the comic, I was pleasantly surprised to know that this isn't the case-- as Marvel treated the Predator with respect and showed that he is a legitimate threat to Wolverine, even showing that without the Adamantium skeleton-- a Yautja dominates that fight straight up, and both characters were young and fresh faced during their first encounter in the 1900s.

Now, we're getting Predator vs Black Panther-- and while I do have some issues with the portrayal of Yautja society in that particular comic, it shows so far-- the Yautja HAVE infiltrated and breached through Wakanda's defenses, and even have acquired Vibranium in the past which is the cause between a blood feud of two brother Yautja. One had inherited a Vibranium spear from his father, another-- born smaller, weaker than his healthier brother, is forced to be smarter and has to rely on technological prosthetics and upgrades, and the younger sibling has come to Wakanda to get the motherload of Vibranium. The comic shows that while Wakandan tech is advanced, Yautja tech is capable of matching and surpassing in some ways, and even a Yautja plasma caster is capable of knocking out T'challa even when he's wearing the Panther suit, as the caster isn't kinetic in terms of power and output-- according to once source who is knowledgeable of physics over at AVPGalaxy.

And then there's Aliens vs Avengers-- which shows a Marvel universe which is set in the Prometheus/ALIEN timeline. In this particular universe, some Xenomorphs were bred and gestated in Strontian, Kotadi, D'Bari, and Skrull hosts-- and as noted by the "Shi'ar" scientists (there's a reason why this was quoted), the Xenomorphs have acquired the physical traits of their hosts. And these Xenomorphs are Queens. A Kree was experimented on with a Facehugger, but it seemed as if the hosts didn't take to the implantation process and died immediately. With a coordinated attack on the universe, one of the places of interest was Earth, and four Xenomorph Queens are deployed with some drones for added protection, and numerous hives are established. If anyone is familiar with the old Dark Horse ALIENS: Earth War series, this is the same scenario except on a much more DIRE situation, as narration implies that even Marvel's superheroes and villains have been acquired into the Hive and made as hosts or were killed. Now there's only one remaining city on Earth left, and the seemingly only heroes remaining are Captain Marvel, Hulk, Miles Morales, and Valeria Richards-- and Valeria, the smartest one of the group, made a critical mistake in acquiring an Egg from a Xenomorph Hive and was rendered a host.

It feels so refreshing to see that the Yautja and the Xenomorph are finally getting the respect from what I consider to my my greatest opposition, Marvel, and in some ways... I actually feel vindicated in participating in those debates so long ago, even if the votes were not really in favor of the Xenomorph or the Yautja characters often.

How do you feel about the Yautja and the Xenomorphs being seemingly legitimate threats to the likes of the Marvel heroes and villains?

[cosmica-galaxy]

(I know that you're busy with Dilf/ Milf shenenigans so I don't expect you to answer this ask soon. I'm okay with waiting. Take your time :3 Sorry if this was anwered before,I just wanna see your Skibidi ocs happy after war,after all this angst. )

We know what's gonna happen to human if/when war is won in distant future(them becoming the archivist),but what what about your Alliance ocs ? They are now free from constant batttles,stress and pain.They have whole new life,new possibilities. What whould they pursue? Who are they gonna become? Would they all still be in touch? (.You can include other characters too,if you want :p)

Also another thing: with last human dead,this world had been fully passed on to (now ex) Alliance. Will they handle it better than their human predessedors?

Camron would probably still hold onto the values of the alliance, even after the war is victorious and over. So he'll wind up joining a patrol division in the city that is now being rebuilt by the alliance. Think of it like a police officer's job, but he's more of a patrolman. After the war, he'll mature greatly and grow into his new role...heck, he may even act like Veteran to an extent. He'll also make lots of pitstops to the local archivist museum to see his sweetheart human friend. DJ decides to finally answer his calling and opens up his own club, where he's the dj, obviously! He'll be serving up hot top-of-the-chart songs to his guests, as well as good nutritious meals! It becomes a regular gathering spot for alliance members of all backgrounds and even the human drops by for a visit when they have a moment. The main crew all gather here to have drinks and fun while on their days off or their breaks. Vee becomes a communication expert and moderator for the alliance's new facilities and internet webspace. He now operates in close conjunction with the TVs in monitoring information, data, and operations for the new cities that are being developed in the skeletons of the old world. These devices are crucial and it's a big reason why the TVs were put in charge of looking out for them, as the new world will rely heavily on it. When he gets downtime, he visits the last human archivist, a great friend of his. Then, they hit up DJ's club to have a drink and eat some good food together. Buddy and Fiend both stay with the human at the archivist museum as the security personnel. They guard what is left of the human world and the last living human with their lives. With Buddy leading a division that includes Byte and other camera mimics. Menace is also overseeing the burial/spiritual side of the museum, as it's usually dark and has lots of creepy decorations. Like bones for example. Pal and Melody both work with the other speaker mimics in transporting goods to and from the villages that were set up in the recovering country sides. Their wings made them invaluable in the early days of repopulation, as mimics started to become civilized again and made farms and ranches to feed their hungry after the Skibidis were wiped out. So speaker mimics were the transportation and look outs for any surviving skibidis in the post-war era of the world. They also work as mail carriers and product deliveries. The alliance as a whole began to rebuild cities and nestle into where the humans left off. As for if they make the same mistakes as humans? Who knows...? Humanity is a template for the alliance to follow, now that they're gone. The only thing they can do is analyze the wrongs humanity committed and try to make sure they don't do the same, for they may meet the same fate as their predecessors.

[theleslistuff]

Danny may 2024

Day 20 Pitch au/Day 21 Funeral/ Day 22 Song Lyric

Pitch au, mayor character death, full ghost au,

I'll keep making you proud

song used;

FNF- Hit Single- Silly Billy

Danny's still a human, humans can die and owls too

Danny Fenton was Amity Park's greatest hero, he was the most efficient of all the 4 Fenton, his team was formidable with the help of informatic genius Tucker Foley and medium Sam Manson who could talk to the ghost and persuade some of them to go in a pacific way, instead of fighting an unfair fight against Danny Fenton and his multiple weapons, the trio and their pet owl Spooky were unbeatable.

Or so they thought...

When the ghost king invaded the world because of an eccentric billionaire who wanted to use the ghost's power to be the absolute king of both humans and ghost, the king was no fool and such disrespectful act made him declare war to human kind after executing that human who provoked him of course.

His parents build a mecha suit/ ecto skeleton to take the king down and despite their protests about their right to use their invention first, all citizens and the government agreed on one thing:

Danny would be the one to use it.

-------"I'll make you say "-------

Even the best trained soilders in the guys in white recognized if someone had a chance to defeat Pariah Dark, it was Danny, the boy who has taken so much responsibility in his life, accepted this mission instantly, Sam had a bad feeling and she made it clear through the telekinetic link she shared with Danny, despite Danny being worried too, he could not let down the whole world, the entire human race.

He went straight into the heart of battle, all governments agreed to use military force to battle against the kings army, the human kind were together as one against the menace, so the ghost were, out of fear and with anyone more powerful to rely into, all ghost were forced to join into the ghost king's army.

Humans could barely hold them back enough for Danny to face the king.

------------" How proud "-----------

Danny punched first, he was faster and landing blow after blow with the cheers of Spooky who refused to be left behind in this mission, the king was getting tired and the whole humanity was cheering their hero as well for every blow, every bom exploiting in the King's face, every ectoranium dagger being dig in the King's back.

But one touch from the king's fist...

Was enough to provoke a fatal error in the machine...

------------" You're of me"-------------

The energy draining was getting to ridiculous levels, the heat inside the mecha suit was getting so unbearable, it was making Danny's skin get second degree burns, Spooky was dying suffocated, Danny's mind was full of pain and panic, unable to move, until he saw something horrible...

The king was getting up.

Danny could not bear it, he could not allow it!, He controlled the mecha one more time, the gripping of his hands so tight in the boiling controllers, it made them permanently stick his skin in them, Danny gave a battle cry as he charged with all the machine's and his energy left, a mechanical arm of the mecha extended with ectoranium daggers pointing at the ghost's core.

The tired and hurt ghost king had no time to react when the machine pierced his core breaking it into pieces and de stabilized in a pool of ectoplasm on the floor, with their mission complete all the remaining ghost of Pariah's army melted as well, the ones forced to battle, fleed and all the human kind cheered and celebrated in that moment, cheering for their hero.

Until a loud explosion could be heard from Pariah's castle.

-----------"So, stay awake"-----------

Everyone knew what it meant, Danny was just a human, a human with extraordinary ability, but just a regular human who could not flee that fast to avoid such a big explosion, every person in the battle field and those able to watch the fight lowered their heads and hats to remain in silence a couple of minutes in honor to the fallen hero.

His family and friends could not stop crying but they knew the risk, they were almost ready for this, the one who got totally destroyed is Sam...

Every government cooperated to make the most beautiful and honorable public funeral for the boy, building an statue of the hero and his owl in every single capital city on the world, he may be gone but never forgotten.

-----"Just long enough to see "-----

As time passed by, ghost activity slowly returned, the king may be dead, but new and old ghost don't mind about the fact humans beaten such a powerful ghost at all.

The Guys in white and the Fentons have been joining forces and recruiting people to combat the menace.

But it was no use, they could not prevent all invasions, ending with people who got hurt or died during said attacks, even some of them turned into ghost too.

The feeling of dread and despair in all Amity Park was strong enough to awaken something.

---------------"My way"-----------------

There were memorials and tombstones all around the world for the hero who saved us from the ghost king, Washington D.C. had the most beautiful and expensive one since it had the boy's body, but his family and friends insisted to have a headstone in Amity Park, so they build a commemorative one, according to Sam's request about how he told him once he would like something simple, Amity Park's headstone was the most simple and classic one, some citizens of Amity Park thought this was disrespectful, but they could do little, since no one was as close to him like Sam was.

People of Amity Park know the only place ghost don't even touch is Amity Park's cemetery, they like to associate it with the legendary ghost hunter, in any way, people like to use it as an unusual sanctuary to ironically hide from ghost and some new ghost hunters use the boy's headstone to ask for guidance, this kind of use even caused people to forget Danny was a teenager of 14 years old and not a full grown man.

So, when despair and grief got stronger and stronger in said graveyard, the graveyard not only became a sanctuary for humans, it's said the proctetor's ghost came back from the grave with his loyal companion.

And he was devoted to protect the town.

Ghost attacks reduced for every time a citizen said they saw a ghost boy with a ghost owl in a motorcycle.

Ghost hunters never trusted this ghost, any of them but just one...

An old agent, head of both the Fenton Works and the Guys in white who says with all the confidence in the world...

Danny came back...

-----------My way-------------

[ratsoh-writes]

How do monster stats work?

What would someone see if they "Checked" one of the skeletons?

Ehehehehe finally this question is getting answered!!!

Ok so when someone performs a “check”, they see five things: LV, HP, DF, AT and status

LV:

Level of love, or basically how many kills this monster has had. This stat will show as 0 for any monster/human who’s never killed, a first kill is set firmly at 1 and the number increases slowly with the more violence the monster/human has performed.

LV climbs slowly, so high numbers are a lot harder to achieve than you think. The majority of fell monsters only have an LV around 1-3, and the highest number in recorded history was Laios the Violent, a ruler in outerfell during the war between monsters and humans. His LV was said to be 35 before he finally died. Truly a beast.

The highest LV of all the skeletons would be coffee who has a solid 9. Next is butch who has a 8.7.

Monsters who are LV sick and past the controllable stages LV stat will change to a fuzzy unreadable blob instead of a number.

HP:

This stat reflects the status of the body, mind and souls health. For humans, their number rarely goes down for emotional damage except in moments of crisis, but for monsters who’s souls are directly connected to their bodies, strong emotional damage can read the same as actually being physically damaged

The average HP of a healthy human is between 500-800, and the average HP of a healthy monster is between 450- 600.

The base number of a humans/monsters HP can be increased or decreased based on how fit they are mentally and physically, so often a persons base number fluctuates over time.

Monsters with dimming never see their HP go past 100

Any monster who becomes a royal gets a massive boost to their HP through the ritual, putting them at average 1600-2200.

DF:

DF, or the defense stat, is a number describing how sturdy one is against magical attacks. Defense has nothing to do with actual physical armor and cannot be increased by any outside force.

The average DF for humans is very narrow, between 30-40. For monsters it’s a lot more flexible with any number between 1-100.

Through intense training of one’s magic, it is possible to increase DF, but it really doesn’t change too much. Masters at combat often report their stat only going up a couple points over their whole lifetime

AT:

AT describes the power behind a monsters magic attack, not their physical attacks or strength.

AT is a stat that only appears in humans who have access to their souls, so it only shows in witches. In a normal human, the spout where a check shows AT is left blank

AT can range anywhere between 1-100 for monsters, and for mages and witches that range increases to 1-130.

For royals, they get a boost of 35 to their AT in addition to whatever their base number was before

AT is directly related to HP so, when a healthy monster/witch trains and gets fitter, they can see their AT increase, as well as when they become sickly it decreases. Its rates of increase and decrease are much smaller than HP though.

The average monster will lie between 15-30 in AT, above average is 31-45 and anything beyond that is considered incredibly talented regardless of monster type

STATUS:

The status is a very brief summary of how that person is doing. It usually shows as a short sentence like “darling is craving something sugary” or “mister is anxious about his upcoming test”. It rarely goes into detail unless the monster being checked wants someone to see what they can’t say.

Here’s a little example of what you’d see in a check, using sans!

Sans Wingdings

LV: 0

HP: 380/380

DF: 9

AT: 12

STATUS: “yes he’s aware this raises more questions than answers”

And last but not least, a few more facts about checks

It’s considered very rude and invasive to perform a check without permission, one never does this to a stranger unless they’re sure they’ll win a fight with them lol.

When a human joins a coven and trains to be a witch, the first spell they’ll learn is how to perform a check

In order to become a professional fighter (magic sparring) one needs a DF stat of at least 15 or higher. Anything lower than that is considered a high risk for permanent injury and won’t be allowed in any competitions.

In order to join the royal guard, you need a minimum of 10 DF and 15 AT.

The royal with the highest DF is Asgore with a whopping 89

The royal with the highest AT is toriel with a whopping 105.

It’s impossible to hide performing a check as it’s a very “loud” sensation. People have described their soul being checked as similar to feeling their insides being “wrapped up”. It’s not painful, but definitely uncomfortable if you’re not expecting it.

[rosenpiety]

𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙾𝚁𝚈   𝙱𝚄𝙱𝙱𝙻𝙴:   𝙰𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚂𝚄𝙱𝙹𝙴𝙲𝚃:   𝙴𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚊-𝙸𝙸 𝙳𝙰𝚃𝙴:   𝚇𝚇𝚇

   𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄   𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍   𝐀   𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄,   in   the   heart   of   the   Dorneu   Star   Cluster,   there   lay   a   world   of   boundless   ingenuity   and   unwavering   resolve.   Etruria-II.   Its   indomidable   spirit   a   testament   to   the   years   of   strife   its   people   live   through.   Every   corner   of   its   hallowed   grounds   pulse   with   the   rhythmic   hum   of   industry,   streets   rife   with   bustling   crowds   of   individual   master   craftsmen.   Their   hands   weave   the   fabric   of   tomorrow   with   every   stroke   of   their   hammer,   every   spark   during   welding,   and   with   the   glide   of   every   pen. 

   In   this   world   of   creation,   there   lived   a   brave   young   soul   named   Argenti.   Born   into   a   climate   of   decline,   a   land   torn   asunder   with   conflict   and   strife,   he   grows.   He   is   made   to   know   from   his   earliest   moments   that   his   peoples   skills   are   coveted,   their   creations   and   their   minds   and   their   dedication   are   turned   into   the   heartbeat   of   war. 

   As   the   eldest   of   three,   Argenti   bears   this   knowledge   and   the   weight   of   responsibility   with   unwavering   determination   and   devotion.   His   father,   a   valiant   tactician,   left   their   humble   home   to   join   the   ranks   of   those   noble   warriors   of   his   homeland.   He   leaves   with   a   promise   of   victory,   with   laughter   and   warm   words.   Fate   is   a   cruel   mistress   though,   and   in   her   hands   she   holds   other   plans.   The   echoes   of   his   father's   footsteps   fade   into   the   distance,   the   jubilation   nothing   but   a   hollow   memory,   never   to   brighten   their   lives   again.

   Following   tradition,   they   leave   the   entry   light   on   in   hopes   that   his   soul   will   find   its   way   home.   And   for   seven   days   and   seven   nights,   Argenti   is   knelt   by   the   door,   hands   clasped   in   prayer.   When   at   last   he   finds   his   legs,   it   is   to   gather   his   sisters   into   his   arms.   There   is   a   bond   between   them,   unbreakable,   forged   in   the   fires   of   adversity   and   pain,   soothed   only   by   their   mother's   tender   embrace   and   sweet   words.   She   stands   there,   a   protective   shield   from   the   outside   world,   a   beacon   of   love   and   strength   as   she   guides   them   through   these   dark   moments.

   War   is   a   relentless   storm,   and   fate   ever   unforgiving.   Tragedy   strikes   like   lightning,   the   cobbled   paths   and   reaching   houses   of   his   hometown   ripped   apart.   Weapons   so   clearly   made   by   his   own   people   are   dropped,   and   survivors   are   taken   down   in   a   following   raid.   Argenti   would   liken   his   own   survival   to   being   unlucky,   or   else   it   is   fate's   fickle   amusement   that   had   him   leave   in   search   of   underground   shelter   that   same   day.   Rubble   blocks   him   in,   but   several   days   of   hunger   and   desperation   and   bleeding   hands   has   him   claw   his   way   to   freedom.   He   returns,   then,   to   the   bodies   of   his   family   and   the   skeleton   of   his   home.   His   mother   lay   over   his   sisters,   a   protective   shield   from   the   horrors   of   the   outside   world,   but   there   is   no   life   in   them. 

   There   is   no   light   he   can   turn   on   to   lead   their  souls   home,   and   there   is   no   doorstep   in   which   he   can   pray.   At   the   tender   age   of   twelve,   Argenti   buries   his   family   and   he   weeps   before   their   graves. 

   At   twelve,   Argenti   is   alone   in   this   world.

[thecleverqueer]

Ways I see Episode 8 of Ahsoka going:

Full discretion, I haven’t the slightest clue (which makes me nervous).

Up until now, I’ve had a pretty clear idea of where the narrative was headed, but I’m in the dark now. Still, here are my theories:

Thrawn absolutely makes it back to the known galaxy. I feel like this is an obvious given based on previous narratives (Mando season 3 and Filoni /Favreau interviews indicating that they wanted Thrawn to be the main villain of the era). I don’t know what Thrawn’s motivations are. Possibly revenge. Possibly a promise that he made to the emperor. Regardless, he’s going to bring the Imperial Remnants together. They’ll be a formidable force to be reckoned with. They’ll lead directly or slightly indirectly into the First Order.

Morgan Elsbeth will either make it out with Thrawn or will be killed by Ahsoka. I assume the three mothers will be in tow (with or without Elsbeth). It’s pretty apparent that those boxes that Thrawn was loading onto his ship are Nightsister (or Nightbrother) remains. This will be another problem for the New Republic to deal with. They’ll likely rebuild Dathomir while allying themselves with the Imperial Remnants. They’ll also likely show up in Skeleton Crew (pure speculation, but pirates and the undead chasing kids around sounds like a good time). I’m betting on Elsbeth’s survival.

Baylan is absolutely staying behind to chase after whatever greater voice calls to him. They may leave this plot thread open since Ray passed, but I feel like whatever it is he’s after; he’ll ultimately unleash. We won’t find out what it is this season. Maybe the movie? Maybe season two of Ahsoka should it get a second season? I don’t know. Ultimately, it’ll be a problem. It will likely require Ahsoka and all of her little Bokken Jedi (stray cats) to deal with.

Shin will either return to Thrawn with no other options in front of her, or she’ll turn to the light and join Ahsoka and her Bokkens. I imagine she’ll likely work with Thrawn and Elsbeth for a while longer, and they’ll abuse her. She’ll turn to the light inevitably. Clearly, it calls to her.

Now for the heroes… I can see this going one of three ways:

1.) I think this is the least likely options, but they all make it out of Peridea safely… by the skin of their ass. They’ll end the series where they link up with Hera on Lothal, and there will be an emotional “well, we’re fucked, but at least we have each other” moment. I don’t think this is likely because I honestly don’t think Ahsoka thought this through, and I don’t think they have the coordinates to get back without the whales that go to Peridea to die. Which leaves me with two more likely scenarios:

2.) All three heroes (Sabine, Ezra and Ahsoka) are left at the end of the story… stranded on Peridea. With no logical way home, they’ll have to work together to find a way to navigate back on Ahsoka’s shuttle in a later story. An argument can be made that Ezra’s constant banter about “going home” is a twisted foreboding where the narrative swiftly gut punches him and goes, “well actually.” Watching them navigate this new galaxy together in an attempt to get home could be compelling in the event they have actually green-lighted a second season of Ahsoka.

3.) Ezra makes it out in a dramatic fashion on the Chimera trying to stop Thrawn from getting back to the known Galaxy… which basically makes him Thrawn’s captive once more, and Ahsoka and Sabine are left stranded on Peridea… and, honestly, this seems like the most likely scenario. This really raises the stakes in a lot of different ways. First, we have Ezra back home, but not the way he’d planned to be back at all. Second, we have Sabine and Ahsoka trying to figure out a way off Peridea together which will allow for character development on the part of Sabine (she clearly has many lessons to learn as she has basically damned the galaxy over an attachment which we know is a big no-no in the “Star Wars: Lessons” department, and never ends well). It could also open the door for more mystical adventures, and a potential for them to work together to try and stop Baylan from doing whatever it is that he’s doing. We could also just have the two of them trying to navigate back through the unknown galaxy with Huyang which would doubtlessly be pure gold.

Things I don’t think will happen to the heroes (that other fans are hellbent on):

*Ezra dies.

If it were Lucas, and Sabine did what she did… Ezra absolutely would die, but this is Filoni and Disney. Ezra lives.

*Ezra sacrifices himself, and stays behind alone.

I don’t think that this would be a fair option considering that it was Sabine that screwed the Galaxy, and basically made Ezra’s self-imposed exile meaningless. I think he gets back to the known galaxy… either with Thrawn or with Sabine and Ahsoka.

*Sabine sacrifices herself, and stays behind alone.

Sabine is the one that has the lesson in “letting go” and “sacrificing for the greater good” to learn, but I can’t see Ahsoka letting Sabine stay on Peridea alone. Also, Sabine getting left behind would ensure another story would be wasted going back to Peridea again to fetch another lost Comrade… which is lazy and lame.

*Ahsoka sacrifices herself, and stays behind alone.

While this could happen, it would be lame and not very narratively fulfilling mainly because Ahsoka jumping into a whale’s mouth to save Sabine was enough of a sacrifice. It is Sabine that needs to learn the lesson, and she’ll learn nothing if she gets to go back to the main galaxy with Ezra and live happily ever after with he and the Ghost Crew while Ahsoka sacrifices herself and stays behind. Also worth noting, the whole premise of the series is this master/ apprentice relationship between Ahsoka and Sabine which has been fractured and should be at least on the mend by the end of the series /season. It seems clear that Filoni’s goal (as well as the way the show has been marketed) here is to make Sabine part of the disaster lineage which will require Sabine and Ahsoka to spend more time with one another. I think if one is left behind, the other will be there too.

*Ahsoka dies.

Ha ha ha ha ha! Ahsoka can’t die. Let’s move on.

*Ahsoka will be saved by the Skeleton Crew.

So, I will start by saying that I don’t know a lot about the Skeleton Crew, but from what I do know, it’s about kids getting lost in the Star Wars Galaxy. They run into Jude Law, and they have to find their way home. I tend to think that they’re going to end up lost in the known galaxy, not Peridea because how TF would they end up there? There’s also been rumors about pirates and Jawas, which once again, are in the known galaxy (and maybe this will finally open the door for a live-action Hondo).

Anyway, there are two big reasons that I don’t think Ahsoka will even show up in Skeleton Crew (and if she does, it’ll only be as a minor cameo). 1.) it’s supposed to be about the kids in the show and their experience, and if Ahsoka shows up in this capacity, then the show immediately becomes about Ahsoka being rescued. Let’s be honest. Ahsoka would absolutely hijack their show, and if you’re trying to build new characters and stories, this isn’t how it’s done. 2.) Dave neither wrote nor directed any Skeleton Crew, and Dave is pretty protective of Ahsoka and her story. I don’t think, at this point, that Dave would let anyone write canon stories about her without direct, credit-worthy involvement. I might be wrong, but look at the track record. I think I’m right.

Anyway. I guess we’ll see.

[essentionesque]

Cookie Run: IRIS

(CLICK HERE FOR THE COOKIE DESIGNS)

The rifts would spawn many, many threats. Cookies across Earthbread would fight valiantly against these threats, coming together in unison to strengthen their odds….

Among them were Citron Caramel Cookie and Wisteria Cookie, two vagabond warriors from a kingdom seemingly forgotten, and their own army of cookies to combat one significant threat to the world if left unattended…

The Mothorye.

A cake monster so great and infused with Dark Moon Magic, it would bring ruin to Earthbread should nothing be done to bring it down.

The army fought against the Mothorye with great courage… Only to crumble one by one. Desperate, Citron Caramel Cookie had one last resort to solve this… He would transport himself deep into the wilds of Beast-Yeast, where he had shunned the barbaric Charcoal Cookie long ago. Charcoal Cookie would offer a deal; he would give Citron Caramel Cookie a talisman that would revive his army in full… In exchange, his firstborn would be forced to join Charcoal Cookie in Beast-Yeast upon his crumbling; tormented by both the wilds and Charcoal Cookie himself.

The deal would be made and, upon return, Citron Caramel Cookie would revive his army to finish the fight against the Mothorye. In retaliation, the beast would wound Citron Caramel Cookie and Wisteria cookie, drawing strawberry jam and inadvertently absorbing it.

Their jam mixed with the Dark Moon Magic infused cake that makes up the Mothorye would result in an egg, the process of this weakening the beast to the point that it can be sealed away. The two leaders and their army would also take the egg back to their colony of the Onyx Crust…

The egg would eventually hatch… Thus it would be written…

Ashen Cake Cookie was born.

Born a hybrid of cookie and cake, alongside harboring the strongest rock candy skeleton ever known to cookiekind, Ashen Cake Cookie was raised within Onyx Crust and called the walls of Purgaprune his home. He was trained in melee combat and strategy, quickly surpassing his peers in abilities. The only further isolated him from them as they saw him as a threat; a monster. Declared the Omen Cookie, Ashen Cake Cookie could not find a place to belong with Onyx Crust.

Time would pass since Ashen Cake Cookie came to be… The threat of Dark Enchantress Cookie would threaten their small colony once more as Cakes of Havok would swarm them, aiming to crumble every last cookie. Alas, they were no match for the strength of Ashen Cake Cookie who fought valiantly against them. His efforts would help bring an end to this swarm of cake monsters… But such a war was not without its losses as many cookies would crumble. Graves would made amass for the fallen, Ashen Cake Cooking mourning them…

Citron Caramel Cookie would walk over to him with a dire request… For him to guard the Encrumb without falter and without leave. To protect Earthbread from what was contained within the massive tomb. Ashen Cake Cookie isn't accepting of this as this would only isolate him; he would never get to see his family again. He would beg his father for reason to no avail… He would only be warned of what struggles were endured that became part of Earthbread's history. With an artifact said to be created by the witches and empowered by the jam of divine cookies, an artifact known as the IRIS, Citron Caramel Cookie would make Ashen Cake Cookie descend into its divine archives… To bear witness to his memories.

What felt like a lifetime was only a second to another. Ashen Cake Cookie would ascend from the IRIS, disoriented and speechless… Yet accepting and convinced. And so, he loosened his tension and would guard the Encrumb from that day forward. He would sit against its structure as he came to terms with the visions shown to him, especially since he now holds his father's burden by the will of said father, himself. Eventually, he and Citron Caramel Cookie would bid farewell until he is needed for any future battle.

But he isn't as lonely as he thinks, as much as he questioned why he remained.

One day, upon a brief return from Beast-Yeast with the aim of alerting Crispia what had befallen the other continent, GingerBrave and crew would briefly stop at Onyx Crust for a rest. They were given places to stay within Purgaprune as Citron Caramel Cookie and Wisteria Cookie welcomed them with open arms. White Lily Cookie would notice the Encrumb from a distance and would pardon herself, making her way to the giant tomb. Upon arrival, she would encounter Ashen Cake Cookie, asking him why he was alone there. He would explain his duty to her, White Lily Cookie sitting with him as he did. He would also mention a bit of the loneliness he felt and the desire he had to belong. White Lily Cookie would sympathize with him given her own history and offered to visit him every so often to help lessen the loneliness and help him feel more at home among those accepting.

GingerBrave, Wizard Cookie, Strawberry Cookie, and Pure Vanilla Cookie, would eventually find White Lily Cookie and be introduced to Ashen Cake Cookie. While unsure what to make of him at first, the crew would eventually warm up to him, spending the day with him and talking about their kingdom. The kingdom sounded like a really nice place to live… Ashen Cake Cookie wished to join them but, unfortunately, he had to remain bound to his duty. He thanked the group for their kindness and looked forward to seeing them again. He also asked of them to not let his father know that they visited him… He's not sure how he'd react.

To his relief, they made sure of it.

The next day, the group would leave Onyx Crust to return to their main goal. Before fully leaving, they would visit Ashen Cake Cookie again for one last farewell. White Lily Cookie would reassure him of her offer (and, perhaps, her promise) to visit him and would give him a flower to him to remember her by. It was the same flower that she adorned… The two parties would give each other a fond farewell and well wished before the group eventually returned to their journey.

Late that night, however, tragedy would strike…

A wormhole would suddenly appear in the skies above Onyx Crust… On the other side would be Peppermint Renegade Cookie of the technological Na-Durian Kingdom, confused and demanding of what had occurred. At the same time, the colony's cookie citizens became hypnotized… Peppermint Renegade Cookie held a boulder of a similar making to the IRIS yet did not contain the divine jam that the IRIS has. Due to this, it ended up cloning some of the IRIS' power, leading to the cookies to becoming hypnotized and seeing this slightly-carved boulder as the true IRIS. In their hypnotized state, they would rebel against Citron Caramel Cookie and Wisteria Cookie, fatally wounding them.

Ashen Cake Cookie would hear his mother's screams and rush over to Pergaprune, fighting off the hypnotized cookies and incapacitating them. He made it to his parents who were very close to crumbling… Citron Caramel Cookie, as a last request, orders his son to use the IRIS to close the wormhole. He offers the other his last words of love as Wisteria Cookie would sing one last lullaby before they eventually crumble… Ashen Cake Cookie would hold his fallen parents close before a grief-stricken rage filled him. He rushed to the IRIS and took hold of it, charging towards the wormhole in order to fulfill his order…

There was a flash of light that covered the whole of Onyx Crust… When it faded, all that remained were ruins. Ashes of cookies… Debris from the destroyed Purgaprune… The wormhole closed… There were no survivors of this event…

…Save for one.

A lone rock candy skeleton awoke in the midst of the ruins… It would be Ashen Cake Cookie… But not as he used to be; you could barely recognize him in this state. Amnesiac… Alone… Afraid… He would find a puddle and discover what became of him through his reflection. Not only was he completely bone… The IRIS merged with him, becoming his right eye. Eventually, he felt a slither crawl up up his spine… Two slithers, at that… Jelly Ether Snakes. They would bite into him, their venom seeping into his bones… He tried to fight them off only to realize that they had strengthened him. Thus, he accepted them as his companions. Along the way, he would grab the ruined cloak of his father, putting it on… And, not that far away from where he stood, was a sole white lily flower that somehow was kept unscathed.

He knew not of its significance, he lost all of his memories. But yet… He can't help but feel warm looking at it. He would take the flower and keep it on him. From there, he began his journey to uncover what had happened to him and his home…

And from that point forward, he became Crumble Candy Cookie.

Meanwhile, in the Na-Durian Kingdom... Peppermint Renegade Cookie, with assistance from his AI companion Doughvacom, got the inspiration to salvage the situation at hand. With the boulder they had retrieved from the Baltarte Woods not long ago. Whatever that strange artifact was, they could use it for their own gain. The result would be a copycat artifact known as the Dimetrix.

There were a few problems at hand, though... For one, the Baltarte Tribe was growing uneasy, especially after the crumbling of Green Apple Cookie, a Baltarte tribe leader and Peppermint Renegade Cookie's brother. For the other, the Na-Durian kingdom's citizens were becoming plagued by a strange condition that caused them to become much more aggressive.

The Dimetrix was enough to get them back in line, but that was through a method of mind control thanks to a lot of citizens having KairoChip implants. It wouldn't be enough, though, as the Dimetrix needed more than just itself. It needed a central data core.

The solution? Project BioBond. And that needed a compatible vessel...

Peppermint Renegade Cookie would have Green Apple Cookie brought down to just slim strands of dough and eyes, captive within a large tank of jam. Information would be forced through Green Apple Cookie's mind, causing him great mental anguish... And he would suffer great physical pain as he would be shocked; his cries now nothing more than a loud siren meant to instill fear into the enemies of Na-Durian Kingdom. Brought back to life just to be tortured in this manner... Green Apple Cookie would only yearn for someone to free him from this... And to be crumbled for good.

Meanwhile, come of the kingdom's citizens would recover from their affliction and begin to rebel against Peppermint Renegade Cookie's rule. In retaliation, he would send out fleets of BioTides to crumble these signs of revolt.

Peppermint Renegade Cookie's actions from the wormhole would result in the Mothorye becoming free once more, its screeches resonating across Earthbread. Said screeches would cause a massive power outage in the Domeplex, Peppermint Renegade Cookie's residence... And corrupt Doughvacom.

Doughvamoira, Doughvacom's BIOS, would come to be revealed, demanding that Peppermint Renegade Cookie "connect" with it. While initially hesitant and fearful of this, he would eventually come to trust Doughvamoira... And accept the demand.

The AI would become one with Peppermint Renegade Cookie. The fusion would enhance his body in different ways and grant him access to once hidden information.

Among them... Information about his father, Peppermint Bark Cookie.

Initially, he thought his father was an abusive man. He was the one who crumbled his mother, after all. Turns out, those actions were beyond his control; Peppermint Bark Cookie was actually a well respected and selfless person. It's just that he ended up inflicted with a condition that was beginning to eat at him... And would result in his own crumbling. It eroded his mind, bringing out his worst aspects...

While Peppermint Renegade Cookie recognized this, it doesn't change anything with him. He still continues with his evil ways, not taking the opportunity to redeem himself...

This is when Crumble Candy Cookie eventually confronts him. War is on the horizon between them... And neither of them are going to be holding back.