#if anyone has ideas for what to name this multiverse feel free to pitch it because neither me nor cody can think of one

[feybeasts]

For funsies, and to flex my writing muscles again, I thought I'd write up a little faux-research-article on the wereplush concept I've been playing with and y'all seem to enjoy- what follows is both a vague lore framework and description of the curse via one of its first bearers... yours truly!

If it's a fun idea and you wanna subject yer own OCs to it, by all means, feel free! I'm not gonna act like I have the last say in a fun little idea, ehehe.

Below the break, then, I present to you:

THE CURSE OF THE WEREPLUSH: An Examination of Virulent Arcana

by Lena Hart.

Foreward

If there is anything I'm known for among my kind- and the many friends I've made across the greater multiverse- I would hope that chief among these qualities is my dedication to my work. In the scant few years I've acted as the Spirit Archives' caretaker, I've worked hard to document, understand, and put names to its many lost pieces of arcana, its once-nameless denizens, its peculiar quirks. I've treated my responsibilities with the utmost care no matter what sort of proverbial wrenches are thrown in the works, whether that be restless spirits, outside intervention, or- and I will fully admit this one is significant, even if it embarrasses me somewhat- my own... let's say poor luck with volatile artifacts. Such a dedication is not always easy, for when one's form is often altered, one's mind assailed, and one's breaks frequently disturbed, properly-written research papers can be the last thing on one's mind.

Even so, I endure not because I'm stubborn- though I AM that- but because this work is important. Because I believe in it.

So, with that prefaced, I hope you can fully appreciate the gravity with which I say now that the following report is... one of the most difficult things I've ever had to write. Not because the subject matter is transgressive or challenging; no, if anything, it's anything BUT that. What I've taken to calling the Curse of the Wereplush is, if anything, frankly ridiculous on the face of it- but what makes it difficult to write is... well...

...The effect that selfsame curse has had on me, as patient zero.

As far as I can surmise, I am the first wereplush in the modern age, as any mention of such creatures is... all but nonexistent before now. Before me, there was simply no such thing, no papers written, no need for classification, and that the curse has now reached such a pitch that I feel the need to write all I know on it... well... that stings a little.

"My bad," as they say.

Of course, I'd be a bad scholar if I proclaimed my difficulty in writing about a subject is borne entirely of my proximity to it. No, the challenge in writing this paper has been almost exclusively physical, as you'll soon understand. The transformation I've undergone has been so drastic both in its effect on my body and the changes in my very mind, that I've had to rely on voice transcription to write, which may lend this paper something of a more... conversational... tone than you'd expect.

Still, I carry on, and I hope that the information provided in the following pages serves some use to anyone in the future who needs it- even if it seems more and more likely it's... too late for me.

Section One: Overview

The Curse of the Wereplush is a transformative contagion of wholly magical origin. Insofar as this scholar can tell, there are no records of its creation, no mention of its original creator, and no previous cases before... well, before myself. Though it bears some outward similarity to the likes of lycanthropy in its physical transmission and transformative effects on the victim, hence the name I've given the curse, it differs significantly both in its physical effect and its... peculiar... set of 'rules'.

Upon becoming afflicted with the curse, a victim experiences a rapid set of physical changes after a brief delay, and then further set of physical and mental changes over time. In the short term, usually a few minutes to hours after transmission (depending on, as far as I can ascertain, one's magical resistances,) a victim experiences a rather dramatic physical transformation. Their body, whether previously biological, mechanical, or even magical in nature, becomes a simulacrum of itself made of living fabric and some manner of thick, soft polyfill. Defined shapes become simplified forms, digits lose dexterity, and their eyes become simplistic pseudo-plastic dots. In essence, the victim is transformed into a living plush toy, complete with knitted seams (though no actual yarn or string is visible, as far as I've been able to tell,) and a tag somewhere on their form. In addition, the newly-made Wereplush gains a squeaker somewhere within their body, usually within what was once their abdomen. Though the transformation is dramatic, it isn't painful, and in some ways, the added weight, plushness, and soft, fuzzy "skin" is... rather pleasant...

Given the wildly varied natures of the faefolk, this alone wouldn't register as much of a shock- I've personally met everything from living boulders to a rather talkative sentient volleyball, but this initial set of changes also isn't the most pressing thing about the curse. No, it is what comes next, in the ensuing days, weeks, and months, that truly makes the Wereplush curse unique- and in some ways, insidious.

To be a Wereplush is not an unpleasant thing, if I'm wholly honest. One loses the need to eat, gains impressive flexibility without bones getting in the way, and it's hard to deny just about all victims of the curse are... rather delightful to observe. It would be hard to call it a curse when one is first affected, and indeed, once you're used to your new body, you may even consider it an improvement. But one must not forget that they don't stop changing after this initial metamorphosis, and it is these slower, persistent changes that represent the more... concerning... aspects of the curse.

The first of these changes is mental. Slowly, the pleasantness of being in this new shape changes into a sort of dopey self-affection for the victim. One finds they greatly enjoy squeezing and handling their new form, a sort of mental stimulus not unlike a cat's desire to scratch furniture or a dog's need to wag their tail. Slowly, this need to be handled and squeezed begins to become their primary concern, rendering most other thoughts an easily-forgotten haze at its worst. The harsher edges of one's personality fall away, it becomes harder to grow angry or agitated, and laughter comes easily. A developing Wereplush becomes someone who is delightful and huggable, and this is only made more pronounced by the second change that occurs over time. This characterizes itself as what I can only describe as "pillowfication".

Simply put, the longer one remains a Wereplush, the plusher they become. Limbs become thicker, bellies swell rounder, cheeks fill and fill to crowd out one's snout. After a week or so, a formerly skinny Wereplush may seem to have grown chubby, but after a month, they can hardly hold their increasingly-orbicular body upright. Stuffing eventually crowds one's body in such density that they become a sort of enormous, living mattress, and this process, as far as I can ascertain, does not cease. Even if I wanted to, having been this way for so long now, my digits are too thick to hold a pen, and I could hardly lift either of my arms to do so if I wished, nor see past my own... prodigious... abdomen to boot.

Less... nuanced friends have told me I quite resemble a pink hippopotamus now... if said hippo was the size of a house.

To say I'm soft to the touch, squeezable, well, that would be the understatement of a lifetime, but it is exactly this nigh-comical plushness that presents a problem, for though one is tempted to cuddle a developed Wereplush for all they're worth, it is exactly this process by which the curse is spread- for as I mentioned previously, every Wereplush has a squeaker within their cursed form- and if a non-Wereplush manages to squeak it, usually through such unrestrained contact, the curse is transferred to them.

It almost seems ridiculous, doesn't it? Accidentally get a Wereplush to squeak, and you turn into one. And make no mistake- even at my size, one can easily still strike my own; with how deeply the curse has taken root within me, they even get a rather... dramatic headstart on their pillowfication. The last poor soul who couldn't help themself nearly instantaneously became so round they had to be rolled away, though they did seem quite pleased with themselves...

But I digress. These aspects combined have made the curse quite... astonishingly virulent, and yet they've done so simply by exploiting a desire nearly every living being has- the need to squeeze something soft.

Section Two: Origins, Treatments, Cures(?)

As I've mentioned previously, the origins of the Wereplush curse are a mystery, though I am in a unique position to speak on the original transmission vector. Deep in the Spirit Archives' storerooms, where I've tried to organize yet-uncategorized artifacts before they are studied and displayed, I have boxes upon boxes of smaller objects- pins, buttons, tags, odds and ends. In a moment of clumsiness, I was pricked by a rather nondescript sewing needle, and thinking nothing of it, I tossed it out. That the spot I was poked did not heal, instead forming a patch of strange, felt-feeling fur should have been my first indication that something was amiss, but it was only later that evening, as I readied for bed, that the curse overtook me. By then, the needle was long gone, and all that remains of its origin is the tag now affixed to one of my flanks- one that depicts the very same needle, pulling a length of pink thread, as if taunting my mistake.

Having no shortage of magical know-how at my disposal, I've tried every method I could think of to cure the curse. Brute-force dispelling has no effect, and as a Wereplush cannot eat or drink, potions and alchemy are hardly viable. I've even tried transformation magic in desperation, but even the wildest polymorphing only makes oneself a Wereplush in the shape of a given animal, it does not restore the old form. I must admit, then, that without the original implement of my transformation to study, I am without any other avenues to seek a cure, and finding it- well, that's like finding a literal needle in a proverbial haystack.

With no apparent cure, then, I must turn to treatments, ways to minimize the more... dangerous effects of the curse. Chief among these, for the safety of others, is that under no circumstances must one allow themselves to be cuddled or squeezed by a party not affected by the curse. Though a Plush is a lovely, huggable thing, soft and squishy beyond compare, though it brings us no greater joy than to be needed, loved, cuddled... transmission of the curse under such circumstances isn't simply probable, it's all but assured. To nullify this, I've found that cuddling with other plushes can satisfy the need somewhat, if not entirely. If a non-plush coming in for a hug is unavoidable, try at least to direct them to your tail, if you have one, or less important limbs- squeakers are known to migrate, but this at least helps to reduce risk until the mortal can be made to... restrain themselves.

As for pillowfication... I'm afraid there are even fewer ways to mitigate the onset. There is no visible cause of it, one does not gain weight in the traditional sense, and though one may be tempted to try to pull apart a seam and empty themselves of fluff, as far as I can ascertain, our fabric "skin" is completely unbreakable. Pillowfication is an inevitability once you bear the curse, so the best one can really do is find loose-fitting, comfortable clothing, and get used to their newfound bulk as it grows. Though it isn't much of a silver lining, I can wholly attest that the process is quite comfortable, and if nothing else, the lack of a biological body means one will never become wholly immobile.

I would like to consider this paper a living document, and rest assured- if in my research I can find a cure, I will do my best to disseminate the information promptly, but for now, the best any of us can do is try to mitigate the effects on ourselves and others.

Section Three: Miscellaneous Points

As I've been asked a number of questions that I cannot place within the broader text, and there are peculiarities to the condition I've only recently discovered, I'll try to provide a few below in bullet-point.

As mentioned above, Wereplushes appear to be functionally indestructible. We're fireproof, waterproof, can't be cut, and flattening is really just inconvenient. More aggressive victims have been kept at bay with large weights laid atop them, which work well enough, until they're too plump for the weights to find purchase, anyways.

The process of pillowfication feels not unlike having eaten a large meal, albeit the sense of "fullness" permeates one's entire body. Quite honestly, by this point I feel quite like I've been feasting for ages...

Though lighter than one's biological body at first, as a Wereplush's condition grows more advanced, their internal fluff grows denser. A new plush may be quite soft and malleable, but a deeply pillowfied plush feels like memory foam, and is just as heavy to boot!

A Wereplush's voice can change over time, some becoming squeakier and higher, some deeper and more syrupy, some not changing at all. It is unclear if this holds any significance.

Even if they were once human, a humanoid synthetic, what have you, all Wereplushes seem to take the form of anthropomorphic animals, with more animalistic folk more closely resembling their original form when transformed.

A Wereplush's tag seems to embody some aspect of themselves or the circumstances of their transformation, and is usually a simple pictogram depicting some aspect of their personality or history.

The rate at which a Wereplush pillowfies seems to vary from victim to victim, and the extent of the process appears to be limitless, though it slows once they've grown ploddingly large.

The sensations one feels if they've hit a Wereplush's squeaker, and warning signs that they've been afflicted by the curse, are an immediate sense of lightheadedness, butterflies in the stomach, and difficulty standing upright. These feelings intensify up to the point of transformation, at which point their body changes into their new, plushie self.

It is unclear how many Wereplushes now exist, but given the multidimensional nature of the Spirit Archive, and the decent number of initial and subsequent victims, there could be hundreds, even thousands...

[allunary]

Me and @cowboycodester​ have been playing around with a new multiversal AU (name pending). It’s a deity AU where each outcode is in charge of a different element/theme!

This is Dream, Deity of Warmth and Fire. He’s typically known for keeping the other elements in check, after all fire is a regulatory and often destructive force which seeks to thin out overabundance of any one thing.

More info under the cut! Also Insomnia (Dream x Error) is a big part of this multiverse because oh my god I love that ship-

The other deities so far are as followed:

Nightmare: Deity of Frost and Water Error: Deity of the Natural World (Plants) Ink: Deity of the Artificial World (Machines)

Summary:

The four deities once lived in a relative harmony, an uncertain balance. Seasons came and passed in the multiverse, fire burned, plants grew, machines whirred... but Nightmare had other ideas.

With frightening pace, night came down on the multiverse, and snow began to fall. An eternal winter took the multiverse by storm, blotting out the sun with thick clouds of ever falling snow, sucking the life from plants, causing machinery to malfunction. The delicate balance had been broken.

Extra Notes on Dream:

 - He believes that there is a natural balance to all things, that everyone has a purpose in the world. - He loves plants, especially gaining an appreciation for them once the eternal winter started. He has a collection of plants he finds particularly unique or beautiful in his basement, a temperature controlled place with a particularly powerful candle there meant to simulate the sun. (Think Naussica Valley of the Wind here) -He's scared of the dark, though thankfully he himself is a light source. -In place of a soul he has a flame which flickers in his chest, were it to go out, he would die. -He's a regulator. He knows it angers the others but he sees the negative effect of overabundance far too often. -He mainly has to use this ability against Error, who tends to overrun AUs with plants, which can sometimes lead to the collapse of the universe. -He helps Ink with his creations, many of them needing flame or fire to function.

[the-madwomen]

UPDATE: Well, as it turns out, we're not just "Dr. Luna Ludenburg." We're a system. Self-diagnosed, granted, but we have been very certain for the past... Year. We fell out of Tumblr. Not sure why. We're homeless now, which isn't the worst thing we could be in fairness. Still not great, but we have friends to help so that's fine. And yes, one day we will return to VTubing. We would stream now since we have our laptop back, but VTubing in public would be a mistake. The alter specifically writing this is named The Hatter. Hello! Sort of a cross-breed between The Doctor (Doctor Who) and (surprise) The Mad Hatter. Of course, any of our alters calling ourselves mad would be redundant, so I'm simply The Hatter. Hope to be more active on Tumblr, but no promises. Anyhow, the rest is our archived post for our YouTube and Twitch. Do feel free to check those out if you have the time. Toodles!

So... Is she gone?

Or rather, am I gone?

... Well I'm far gone regardless, but you can gather my meaning. Ha ha!

Salutations! My name is Dr. Luna Ludenburg! I am a mad scientist and an interdimensional traveler. I am not this blog's new host, but rather the old host that's been away for what feels like ages. Apparently it has been negative 5 minutes. Ha! Go figure. Time is strange in the multiverse. I've even been in universes where time moves backwards! Unpleasant experience, to say the least. So I have no idea how long I've actually been out for. Hm.

Well in any case, I do want to make some announcements on plans for my future in this dimension, including online. Namely...

I wish to be a VTuber.

Yes yes, I know there's plenty of those on the market, but... I've already made myself a makeshift model on VRoid. I bought a new laptop so I'd able to stream and play games at the same time. I even made a Google Slide presentation (that I am honestly debating whether or not I should even use).

Unfortunately, leaving this dimension left me with some... Unfinished business. Namely, I still have a job at a gas station with some bills to pay as well. Thankfully I had managed to get myself a four day work week, so that leaves at least three days a week to stream. I still need to get some things set up for that, but I can at least give a sales pitch of sorts. Here's what I can offer as a performer.

I am a storyteller by nature, and questions about my life, travels, and even things like fictional works I'd like to make are more than welcome.

I can sing to a semi-decent degree. My travels get in the way of practice, but I hope my voice comes off as endearing rather than irritating.

Unlike many of my peers, I am willing to discuss politics. I am a far left anarchist, with a focus on the politics of art and media of all sorts. I hope this is a useful enough niche and not alienating.

I am, of course, a MAD SCIENTIST. I am sure that this will be evident in my aesthetics, philosophy and even behaviors. And do note I am deliberately hammy about it since I have a deep love for horror and b-movies. I also strive to clear the name of villainy. To be a villain simply means you're ambitious, for better or worse. I hope to show that having ambition doesn't mean one is evil.

As well as a mad scientist, I also have a desire to be an artist. Not necessarily one kind, just in general. Mainly writing I suppose, but I don't like to be tied down. Being a supervillain does mean I have hefty ambitions, a good thing to have as an artist. And the more I learn and the more my channel grows, the more likely achieving such things is possible.

This does risk me being a case of "counting your chickens before they hatch", but I do want to pursue this career. It allows me to do what I desire in my work... As well as be myself. So I hope to not disappoint anyone involved. I certainly don't want to be one of those "VTubers" that just hype themselves up on Twitter but never debut proper. This is a dream I have, one of many... Hopefully it comes true.

Manically yours,

𝒟ℴ𝒸𝓉ℴ𝓇 ℒ𝓊𝓃𝒶 ℒ𝓊𝒹ℯ𝓃𝒷𝓊𝓇ℊ

P. S.

Here is my YouTube channel, at https://youtube.com/user/donutmaster437 like so, with my Twitch account as well. I stream Tuesdays and Wednedays at 11:00 AM PST. Hope to see you there!

[hasliaran]

Undertale is owned by Toby Fox

Sooner or Later You’re Gonna be Mine is written by Staringback.

TimeHealsTale - Still a WIP by me.

Meet my undertale OC from TimeHealsTale which is an AU living rent free in my head. They are a canon MC that replaces the real Sans (age 5) after he got dumped into a tub of Void by Gaster to be forgotten.

Name: Comic Sans Du Font (Comic/Komi)

Age: 22 (5 years younger than canon Sans and 8 years older than Paps)

Job: Monster Healer that does House-calls. (Not a Judge; Sans disappeared because he was a Judge)

Profile in Game: Toriel’s Contact, The Smuggler, Summon Healer (after befriending; limited to 5 calls (diff. work phone no.); rapid calls will assume it’s a prank and not be picked up for a certain period of time.)

This is not her usual outfit but I just really wanted to post it.

In my head, the scene goes …

- she fell into the void trying to pull out a deformed still 5 years old Sans when she was going through her father’s stuff in his lab dungeon. (Occurred after the barrier broke)

- Sans was in a mega huge test tube floating in pitch black Void essence (frozen in stasis as no time passes through Void), so she couldn’t see anything or knew he was inside. Only after she accidentally tipped it over, smashing it to pieces, when trying to push it out of the lab that she realised there was an effing toddler inside it.

“Dad, seriously?” Comic got fed up already with the mess her father left behind after he got scattered.

- Cue her trying to grab the kid out of the muck only to fall in and be dropped down into another universe with the little one.

(Yes, this is the multiverse travel scene excuse and I love it)

Back then, Sooner or later your gonna be mine just uploaded a new comic chapter on YouTube. Hence, my brain went overdrive and said it’s a free real estate. So, I imagined the duo getting found by the skeleton brothers before the story started from rumours of them pillaging around trash sites, random food thefts and small skeletons offering up to do odd jobs.

Other skeletons than them, huh, curious.

Them skeletons in that story was already huge as heck though, now imagine a five a year old and a roughly five foot skeleton with a slight build running around what was essentially a mob era in the 1920’s.

The first thing that would go through their thick skulls was KIDS, THEY ARE KIDS, WHO HERE F***ED AND DIDN’T USE PROTECTION ?!

So much shenanigans from just trying to chase them down. ^_^

In the end, Komi and Void/V (little Sans; Komi’s not that creative at naming) were lured in by food, an offer for a roof over their heads and warm baths. Yep, tragic.

Little sans doesn’t look like a sans anymore here but a mere smooth skull shell with two big eye sockets and nothing else. I meant that literally. No lips or teeth as those were melted away and a pitch black body with stumps for legs. (look at Hollow Knight; Ghost but without the horns and has smoothen out round cheeks at least. I love that game.)

The last thing he remembered was that his aunt (step sister actually but he knows her as auntie) giving birth in the Underground Hospital and his uncle (Gaster) pushing him into a tub of black liquid, watching him drown.

And now he can’t talk since his lips is sealed shut.

Moreover, someone with his name who looks like a lot like his auntie and a bit like his uncle was dragging him around somewhere. It’s hella weird and confusing and he can’t cry properly. (Yes, HK reference here)

Yes, there is a story here for the duo that will coincide with SoLY’reGBM. Mostly, with Komi claiming Bara Sans courting skills were lame as hell no wonder Frisk ran screaming. This happen only at the time they were all comfortable enough to diss each other. Still, she and V were treated like sassy annoying younger siblings.

One’s assumed to be a teenager another a preschooler. So both were admitted to schools by force and with threats for Komi by Gaster since he didn’t want them in the house 24/7. Also to just enjoy the fact they have money now to send someone in their place to experience school. Papyrus here loves it that someone gets to experience and tell him all about while also not being the youngest in the family anymore.

Komi, in hindsight was 50/50 about it. Hating the idea at first before going, huh, maybe it’s not so bad… Hence the outfit up there. ^

She only has been to pre-school when her mother was alive and nothing else since, Gaster, her father, deeming it useless and only had been homeschooled by him. As much as you could call being locked in a room and told to read/answer these sheets of questions or not she’s never allowed to feed Papyrus as homeschooling activities. It happened in a period of when she was 10 - 14, so Paps would be 2 - 6. Damn well, she learned to memorise and spit everything out like a photocopier.

Seeing the Gaster in this universe sorta freaks her out. Making her wait to be ordered and when she doesn’t gets the order or the orders were just a pat on the skull and be told to behave, nothing else. She will proceed to look at him funny only to realise that oh, this is not dad. The three brothers can see that gal there has been through some shit and it’s not the fun kind. This also makes them question whether they should let them go back to wherever they came from, and that’s a whole other bag of fish to fry.

Komi knows they are a mob family, accepts it because hey her dad had a dungeon where he cuts up humans and eats SOULs for breakfast so why not this?

Only to find out they are pretty nice for a family and was this what a family suppose to be like? She liked it.

Komi with V/Void -, I will protect you my new baby brother that I have adopted at first sight with my body and SOUL. Which she does, she was raised with her Papyrus who was always aimed at gunpoint by her father. Basically, a rinse and repeat cycle situation in her eyes. Only to find out that no, nobody was out to get V!

She felt so gosh darn free in this universe but felt as though she was missing something all the time.

Yep, her found family from back home. So, definitely gotta get out of here somehow.

While also going to high school and befriending your adopted uncles’s enemy’s niece. Fuku Fire. Definitely not telling them what she did. They are gonna get so pissed.

Fuku - I have befriended the cool kid that’s not afraid to talk back against adults and was already a pro in home economics, who is also a skeleton Monster, meaning from a rival family. My parents and Uncle *pedo* Grillby must never know.

Comic will also be going through the motions of life here while figuring out how V’s powers work to send them back home and be getting a supply of Uncle’s favourite mustard since he’s been bitching about it every day by now.

He and Gaster will most definitely never know.

Nah, they know. Comic is a freaking blabber mouth that tells everything to this version of Papyrus just like she does in her own universe. Confirmed, she’ll be outed within 3 days by Paps and a fight about who she befriends was not their business.-at Gaster - who then sees it as an opportunity. Which leaves her storming out yelling they are all the same. Gaster and her Gaster.

Shit goes down that day, and everything went A-okay. Komi would make attempts to not overlap her father’s image over this guy because really, this Gaster is the farthest thing to her dad that’s a centuries old psychopath craving the secrets of the multiverse who would instead have not let her run out the house unscathed for yelling nor talked through things with her when she was brought back.

Darn guy was pretty nice.

Sans and Papyrus of this universe : who are you and what have you done to our brother?

G: What was that?

S&P: Nothing. S: (mutters under his breath) bias piece of sh*t

Then there’s that scene where they now got a new area to govern. Komi and V finds it weird but okay. *shrugs*. It felt like they were going to govern their territory or something. Sounds like basic Royal Guards one-o-one shtick her middle bro’s and friends’ kinda work. Seems simple enough.

It was not simple. I repeat, it was not simple.

G: No, we do not have to patrol the area.

G: No, we do not do shifts to monitor criminal activities.

G: It’s just an area that we will get a claim to.

G: But I need the humans here to be comfortable with Monsters, so I am going to let loose Papyrus on them. Since, we also have you two as well. Feel free to interact with the Humans. Tell me if anyone gives you three any trouble, Sans and I will personally deal with it.

S: wut? Yes? Yep, whatever he says goes. Better listen to your elders, brats.

P: Really, Sans?

C: So-, you want us to help around with the people in the area? Like charity work? Give free food and all that?

G: (how did she jumped to that? but otherwise, she’s not wrong.) … Yes-, that. Feel free to use your green magic on them as well if you have to but only when necessary. I don’t want you to suddenly disappear because your own loose lips.

C: Alright. (Does an excited fist pump) This is gonna be awesome~! …. Heyyy, did you just-

P: And I will be sure to guard them. (No arguing here from the other brothers)

V: (pouts and hand signed) N-O-T—B-A-B-Y

P: (could only stare at this being that barely reaches his kneecaps) Of course, little one.

All I know is, all of them are sassy sarcastic shits and there’s way more to be continued here.

So byeeee~

[toomanyfandomsinonebrain]

would you write a loki x supernatural one where they fell in love while the reader didnt have her memory bc of an accident and when she finally remembers she realizes shes a winchester and shes been through some shit and tells loki 'im not the person u fell in love with" since no-memory her is sweet and innocent and real her is not even though she cant deny her feelings for him. and one day a demon attacks the avengers tower and she has to tell them all the truth and capture the demon? thanks!!!

Hey,

So… Not a crossover expert. Not an expert at all, to be honest, so do not throw tomatoes please.

It is kinda long. And I have no idea what I did. I am sorry.

Name: Memories & Demons

“Maybe I should just keep it this way,” you offer to Loki, both of you sitting on a couch in his room in the Avengers base (he does not like the base, but ever since Thor has been spending here his every free second, Loki was forced to move here, so that one of the Avengers could always look after him). It is your regular memory training session - for the past few months, you have been trying to recall who you are and where you came from. Ever since you got into a terrible car crash and were found by Loki on his regular escape attempts, you have been unable to recall anything from your past. Sometimes you drew or wrote things that you have never seen before, but you could never bring them together into one image of what you are.

“Keep not knowing if I am calling you the right name? I mean, Sigyn is a very nice name, but don’t you want to know what is going on?” you nod slowly and lean back, resting your head on the back of the couch. Loki smiles and places his palm on your forehead. “Now, let’s do it. Relax and take a deep breath... Everything is fine, nothing bad will happen. Now try to recall the last thing you remember,” you think about how you opened your eyes, knowing nothing, and found Loki staring at you with genuine interest. “No, before that. Come on, love, you know you can,” you push your mind harder, through the black towel of amnesia. It would not work usually, but Loki’s magic aids you to pierce through the darkness, working as a blade to cut down the bushes that grew between you and your past. Those ‘bushes’ grew because of the head trauma that you suffered, but, thanks to Loki’s care, your health is fully recovered, and you can try to return your past.

“It’s pointless,” you inform him after a couple of minutes.

“It is never pointless. Keep trying,” you sign and return to your fairy tale forest. “Try a different technique,” you do that every time and fail every time, but you still try - sit down in the middle of the darkness and take a deep breath. “Now remember, you have the right to be here. It’s your memory.” 

“Right,” you really want to drop out, but Loki is right - you may be having a nice life now, but you don’t even know your name. Sigyn is indeed a very nice name, at least, it gets Thor to get quite happy every time he sees you next to Loki. But it is not yours. You let your thoughts turn to the idea of name until you realize something. “Y/N.”

“Y/N?”

“That’s my name,” Loki chuckles.

“That is a very good name. What do you do, Y/N?” it gets easier this time.

“I hunt… I hunt demons,” your job is important, you know that. Now you get why always feel that desire to carry salt around. And your drawings finally collide into one drawing - a demon trap. You were drawing triangles and hieroglyphs, you just never made it into one image.

“What else…”

“Dean.”

“Who is Dean?”

“He is… my brother. He taught me to hunt when Sammy ran away…” you open your eyes and fight yourself to not cry - your family history is not one of the most cheerful and happy things in your life. These few months were amazing, but it is about time you returned to your lonely being of a Winchester. Saving people. Hunting things. The damn family business.

“Y/N?” Loki smiles at you with gentle insecurity. “What is wrong, love?”

“You don’t really love me. Not the real me. You did not fall in love with me. You would never love the real me.”

“Y/N?”

“I am dangerous. It is in the blood, we do not have relationships, not us.”

“Us?”

“Winchesters. I am a Winchester,” you close your eyes and smile grimly. “And you are…”

“Still here. I am not leaving,” Loki tucks a curl behind your ear, and you shake from the overwhelming emotions. “Shhh.”

“That is so weird,” you blink quickly, your hand rising to check your belt where your knife usually rests. “Where is my knife?”

“The one you had when we first met?” you nod, and Loki snaps his fingers, making your knife appear on your lap. “I thought I better save it from Stark’s needy fingers.”

“Right,” you take the light blade and rest it in your palm. “That’s a good one,” you twist your hand, letting the blade swish through the air with a quiet sound. “It can cut through almost anything, Bobby gave it as a present, you know.”

“You know what?” Loki carefully covers your hand with his and looks you in the eye. “Let’s just settle down and see what we should do about all of that, alright?” you nod - you are way too confused to decide what to do with your life right now. As if there are two people inside of you - one is the innocent Sigyn that is in love with Loki and the team, and another is Y/N, the ruthless hunter that has to fight every desire to cuddle and have a regular life just to survive.

You have stopped spending so much time with Loki, opting for Hawkeye for gym workouts and Tony for hiding in the lab. You even started talking to Thor, just so that you can build better understanding of what and why happens with the multiverse. He is beyond helpful, except for the part where he still calls you Sigyn every time he starts talking about Loki. You are starting to realizing that there is something more behind that name, but you are too busy to deal with that right now.

“Did you ever notice how strange our job is?” you ask Tony one day, as you are sitting in his lab, playing with some electronic parts, while the genius is building another suit.

“Our job?”

“Well, we both protect people. But you fight people, and I… fight damn demons.”

“You should talk to Stephen Strange,” Tony chuckles. “He will have something to say about demons,” he stays quiet for some time, then looks at you. “Are you serious about demons?” you nod. “Black eyes? Strong desire to murder and take souls?” you nod again, and Tony shrugs his shoulders. “Is there a way to… recognize a demon?”

“Just say Christo,” you answer simply, not looking at Tony and missing how he shivers and looks away. “Or spray them with holy water, that will also burn them. Why the questions? I am sure no one here is possessed.”

“Oh, just making sure it is true, and the famous hunter Y/N is really back.”

“I am not that famous, Tony.”

“Maybe not compared to your brothers, but you for sure are causing some disturbance among the demon kingdom.”

“I really don’t think so… Wait, kingdom? I never told you that there is a king.”

“Well, there is definitely no president or democracy. That was the only option.”

“Right,” you shrug your shoulders and look at the ceiling. “Have you seen Loki?”

“No. Why?”

“Because I have no idea what he is doing, and that should worry you too, Tony.”

“What would he do?” you turn to Tony and frown. The heavy feeling rises in your chest, as Stark keeps reattaching same electrodes over and over again. 

“Should I go back to my old friends? I had a… well, a friend… Bobby. You know he greeted me every time we met?” you stand up next to Tony to see his eyes clearly. “He walked up to me, smiled and, a second before hugging me, literally screamed Christo!” Tony flinches, his eyes turning pitch black.

“That’s why Bobby Singer is no longer alive,” the demon gives you a long sly smile that makes you freeze. “You didn’t think we would let the infamous Y/N just go on and have a life, right?”

“How did you find me?”

“We were there to start the car accident, Y/N. Now let’s have some fun with your dear friends,” the demon snaps his fingers, knocking you out. You would have died (you should have), but you are suddenly grateful for Loki’s magic that protects you in every way possible. However, for now, you lose consciousness and fall on the floor, bashing your head against a corner of the table.

The next thing you see is Loki’s face in front of you, as he is helping you up.

“Everything alright?”

“Tony is a demon,” you cough out, and Loki sighs.

“I am glad you agree with me on that, but…”

“No, he is an actual demon. The one I hunt,” you slowly stand up and reach for the knife (that should have gone into the demon’s chest if you listened to your father) on your belt to only find emptiness. “Damn it.”

“You are an amazing hunter,” Loki murmurs, holding you close with one hand. “But I think you need some help.”

“We need… We need JARVIS,” you rub your forehead with one hand, then rest your forehead on Loki’s shoulder. “I mean, we can hunt him down and personally ask why he is being such a pain in the everything… Or we can turn on some exorcism on the entire base.”

“Did you hit your head too badly?” Loki sighs “If the demon is Tony, then no one has access to JARVIS.”

“JARVIS is an independent being, Loki,” you stand up straight, and he pulls away a little, giving you more freedom. “JARVIS, I need you to turn on the audio of track…” you look aside, trying to remember the exact name of the track you personally uploaded to JARVIS’ memory circuits the night you realized who you are. Right now not telling anyone about the track and the recorded exorcism sounds like a fantastic idea. “Track 476. Maximum volume all around the base.”

“Yes, ma’am,” within seconds, the track is turned on, and the entire base is filled with extremely loud Dean’s voice, chanting the exorcism. He gave this track to you as a birthday gift (and you had it as a ringtone for a long while), and you have never been more grateful because the words are still not clear in your mind (at least their order is not).

“That was smart,” Loki chuckles, as you see on one of the screens (used by SHIELD to not control the Avengers) how Tony’s demon makes some loud screechy noises of an unhappy bat and slowly leaves the genius’ body, leaving his on the floor - a bit confused but perfectly healthy.

“Yeah... But not giving you the rings and tattoos was very reckless of me,” you shake your head. It was your responsibility to hand every Avenger the anti-possession ring. Or make tattoo. Or at least draw it on their clothes. “I just almost got Tony killed... Hunters are not trained to exorcise. They are taught time and time again to kill the demons no matter what.”

“So you killed people?”

“Yeah,” your voice is quiet and hesitant.

“And that’s why you did not want to see me any more?” you nod, and Loki bursts into laughter, pulling you closer and pressing his lips against your temple. “Love, you are dating one of the mega-villains on this universe. I do not get to judge you for murder.”

“Yes, but...”

“I do not care how many people you killed while trying to save thousands others. Don’t be stupid,” you blush and look away. “As long as you are staying with me, I will even get that stupid tattoo.”

“It’s not stupid.”

“Yeah, I am sure it’s not,” Loki chuckles softly, as Steve literally breaks into the room, looking more worried that anyone else on the base - even Tony looks more focused and calm, as he crawls into the room and smiles at you.

“Lord, Captain, what happened to you?” Stark fixes his hoodie to look completely normal and raises his eyebrow. “Discovered the powers of a microwave and are so excited to share?”

“What the hell was that thing? Dark cloud of matter coming from Stark? I saw it on one of the screens in the main hall, what the hell was that?” Steve suddenly looks at you, and you recall (very painfully) that he was not told about demons. Or supernatural. And that right now you will have the questionable pleasure of introducing the poor 40′s man into the world of soul-selling.

“The hell part was right,” Loki chuckles and takes a couple of steps back, together with Stark. “We will just let you chat... Discuss...”

Tagged: @memyselfandmaddox,  @one-big-dreamer, @leleleish

[fictionfromgames]

The Malevolence (Amalgam, Dark Claw, MURPG)

((Character sheet and setting info after the break)) Logan awoke, bound to the ground, hearing a series of memories played out on monitors around the room, and confusingly, smells from across his lifetime.

“Where, at forty, I attributed my looks to my mother, and my liver to my father,” Logan paused for the tepid laughter, “At sixty, I am forced to admit there were other forces at play.”

1992, when he’d come out as a mutant. Not as Dark Claw, just a billionaire who’d inherited even more luck than most people. He tried to play it off as though his power was just his health. As with all mutants then, he was banned from blood and tissue donations, making it easier to stave off his aging rivals from pestering him on a day to day basis. It made occasional extra work for Dark Claw, however.

Sentinels crashing down onto New Gotham streets, assaulting Wayne Tower and the Thompkins School for Mutant Education and Outreach. Shots of the Friends of Humanity storming DC.

93, he noted as he tested his bindings. They’d snap, but not soon.

Talia, wailing as he shot down Ra’s al-Pocalypse with a rocket launcher.

“Ninety-five,” he said, methodically pulling and relaxing, “What do you need to prove?”

The Joker laughing at a shrieking pitch, almost as if to cover up Sparrow’s screams.

“Bastards,” he growled. His head should have cleared, but there was something else buried into the scents they vented into the room. He blinked. How were they even witness to that?

Seeing Jubilee dying again started up the adrenaline, though. He cursed and spat, trying to slip out the way he knew he had to. Before the next parts.

Jean da Costa, the Dark Phoenix, caught off guard and killed by Erik Magnus via magnetokinetic stroke.

Logan saw red. Killing mad. There was grief in his scream. The mystery behind the Ravens might give way to the immediate need to end them, a quiet but resolute voice tried saying over the din in his mind.

The obituary of Thomas and Elizabeth Wayne, interspersed with grainy footage of the three of them, together.

One of the leg binds snapped as he did, and one of the odd, synthetic looking ropes had stretched just enough for a hand to slip free, allowing his left hand to cut away his remaining binds. flipping to his feet, still shouting. And then the lights went out.

They knew he tracked by scent, which was still confusing due to the manufactured nostalgia in the air, but they did not consider how well he heard. It was a good posture, to always sniff whenever he noticed something out of sight, in case someone was watching.

They were quiet, but not enough. He slashed out with his right hand, raking two someones across their torsos, while feeling blades sink into his left forearm, which had risen to block the assailants he knew were on that side. He growled and plunged his free claws into someone’s face.

Death cries at least drowned out the sounds of his past on the walls. There was enough light from the panels that he noted more arriving, which suited him well. He needed to get something out before he could work properly.

The Malevolence of Ravens was resourceful, even these assassins knew more of what they were doing than the typical street goon. Archival footage of most of this was plentiful. But how the hell were they there for the Joker?

He was losing blood faster than he liked, meaning if he didn’t speed this up, he’d be captured again, or worse. A lot of self defense worked differently with knife hands, but that just made forearm strikes less predictable than a punch or and elbow. It really only worked because of the adamantium, most peoples forearms would have fractured doing what he did, but it made openings for smaller jabs and sideways swipes with extended claws.

The last one stood well into the gloom of televised history. He was not afraid, but based on their rote fighting form, he was not prepared either. The assassin went for an overhead knife strike, which Dark Claw caught in between two blades and twisted sideways, so as to spare his knuckles some grief, and he drove his right fist into the man’s gut. The adamantium claws slid in effortlessly.

“How’s that work for ya, bub?” Dark Claw drew in close.

No response except a gasp and a gurgle behind a black bird mask. They could have been plague-doctor themed if the beaks were longer. Dark Claw dropped him and strode out of the room. Violence sated, for now. Just had to find the bigwig.

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The Amalgam Universe

Back in the day, Marvel and DC used to do cross promotion in Versus titles, and a couple of years, the Amalgam Universe, a big ole cross-company mishmash of heroes and villains and plots. The one character they co-owned was Axel Asher, whose power was to traverse between the two multiverses, and across timelines as well. He also had the power to smoosh heroes together, which tended to happen on accident if he stayed on one or the other side too long.

He, however, was not the only character who knew what was going on. Dr Strangefate, the amalgamation of Dr Strange, Dr Fate, and Charles Xavier, knew much too well what was happening, and was Axel’s main antagonist. See, the conflict was, Axel’s job was to keep the multiverses separate, and Dr Strangefate, being a product of the merged multiverse, wanted them to stay so he could live, alongside all of his loved ones native to the Amalgam Universe.

It didn’t stick, and they never collaborated like this again.

THIS Amalgam Universe

So in at least one instance the Amalgam Universe survived in smaller forms, waiting to reborn. Mostly, Strangefate rebuilt it for a return in 1997, but he is depicted as dying at the end of it all.

With the multiverses constantly expanding and contracting, there is always space for something weird. Even if it’s a pocket dimension, Axel Asher is swanning about in both properties and it could, fictionally speaking, always happen again, so right now, it is!

But it’s not the same one. Some of Access’ (that’s Axel’s superhero name) amalgamations were incredibly different depending on who was around, so my version of the Amalgam Universe has different stuff according to taste. Maybe it’s a cast off from the Queen of Nevers.

Dark Claw

Starting with Logan Wayne! I owned the two Dark Claw comics as a kid, because Batman and Wolverine were my favorites, and the Dark Claw Adventures looked like the Timmverse.

Logan Wayne was born in 1932, and orphaned at 8 years old after seeing the Gray Ghost. He would live in his parents’ estate until he was 18, attending New Gotham University. He’d go on to spend his summers travelling, and eventually, did so full time after graduating.

The 50s were a good time to learn how to drop off the grid. Besides postwar Europe, the Pacific saw continued conflicts in Korea and Vietnam. Japan was his last official known location from 1954 until 1970.

A man matching Logan’s description was found wandering in British Columbia. He wouldn’t claim his name or his birthright until 1973 after regaining enough of his fractured memories to give anyone his social security number.

Wayne Enterprises did not take this resurrection well. While the family’s estates had been held by the family butler, Edwin Pennyworth, the company fought any ownership claims or attempts at involvement for the next several years. It was during this time he had, back in New Gotham, full of skills and instincts he couldn’t quite place the origins of, that he took on the mantle of Dark Claw.

Street crime was at a fever pitch, and organized criminals ran rampant. With only a base of operations, a set of mutant powers, and an adamantium clad skeleton he still couldn’t account for, he set about clearing out New Gotham’s underworld.

The year after toppling the Silvermane regime, Logan Wayne finally accrued enough stock for control over Wayne Enterprises, rooting out the men that kept him locked out of his family’s company and installing a new board of directors. 1978 was looking up for Logan Wayne. And then the Joker appeared.

The Joker (an amalgam of the original, Sabretooth, and Whiteface) introduced to both mutant and costumed villainy. A series of gruesome killings, victims all stuck in a rictus grin, led Logan on a trail that ended with the Joker’s debut-- a plot to kill everyone in New Gotham with the Whiteface Poison. The Joker in this case is a little more clowny than the green backhaired Hyena. In this case, to represent the Sabretooth side, he’s got a healing factor, Sabretooth’s claws, keen senses (though played less animal than Logan or Creed would, more comedic), and a green fur trimmed coat instead. To add a little Whiteface (he’s from Supreme and is basically just an homage to Mr J), add the little red painted on dimples and vertical eyelines to the Joker’s normal face.

The Joker would become a consistent foe for decades to come, similarly living longer than he ought to and surviving things like adamantium claws.

The 80′s took Logan to Japan, where he would fight the League of Assassins for the first time, and have a romance or two. The 90′s, coming with an influx of mutants that society could no longer ignore, had him come out as a mutant too, in order to immediately establish the Leslie Kafka Institute for Mutant Education and Outreach, drawing an immediate line in the sand against the reactionary Friends of Humanity and other paramilitary orgs that preyed on mutantkind.

It was also a time that brought him his first sidekick, Jubilee, codename Sparrow. She would assist him for several years until the Joker killed her Jason Todd style. Logan tried to murder him then, though at that point, he hadn’t figured out how to kill anyone with a healing factor.

The standing rule from then on was “no sidekicks; no one else dies,” which would last from 1999 to 2010.

The year of this fluff is 2005, and Logan was puzzled and annoyed at the idea that any organization could have been ruling New Gotham they way the Court of Ravens claimed to without his knowing. It plays out mostly like Court of Owls, with added exposition for my setting’s benefit, and Wolverine style violence mixed in.

2009 brought the Near Apocalypse, perpetrated by Ra’s al-Pocalypse, risen again. Ra’s’ reasoning was that humans needed to end en masse, giving way to the true stewards of the planet, mutantkind. Logan heartily disagreed, as did an assortment of other heroes, and that’s why it became the Near Apocalypse.

2010 brought the second Sparrow in the form of Kitty Grayson, a phasing metamutant that had lost her family in a circus accident. She convinced a grudging Logan to take her on, the reasoning being that her phasing ability made her effectively untouchable, unkidnappable, and that he wouldn’t be able to stop her from visiting the Claw Cave anyway.

Ra’s’ back up plan came to light as well. The lead agent of the League of Assassins, Talon, came into her own. Initially mute, save for growling, Cassandra Kinney came at Dark Claw with everything she had, “everything” being an exact duplication of his powers and adamantium claws. She proved too resourceful for Dark Claw alone, but as mentioned, he was not alone. Sparrow provided him backup, and Logan ended up offering Talon help in the form of extensive therapy from Leslie Kafka and a spot in the Dark Claw Family.

Jubilee hadn’t stayed dead. She rose again on a full moon in 2000, becoming the independent hero Moonwing, and moving to Bludhaven to strike out on her own.

There’s a lot more, and an entire decade to explore for just a few characters since, but this is already long

The Marvel Universe RPG

The MURPG is a diceless system from 2003. It uses an energy resource pool and is entirely effort based, which I think is super cool!

One of the biggest problems is the “death spiral.” Your effort is diminished when you take damage, which sounds like a good idea until you realize that epic comic book style fights don’t tend to peak at the first punch and go entirely downhill from there. There are two ways around this that sound reasonable enough--

Second Wind

Taking one turn in which your character does not spend any energy (red stones), that character gets double energy regeneration the following turn.

I like this one because it can represent down time, like if you get beat up and the villain is monologuing. How often has a hero been hoisted by their shirt, blood on their lips, only to smirk and point out exactly what the villain has missed? I think even with energy regen tied to Durability, accruing additional energy while you’re beat up and climbing to a standing position (for instance) is very thematic.

Energy Independence

A lot of homebrew fixes just divorce red stone regen from health altogether, which works to form a more “whole-hearted” combat experience. This feels more like what you’d be playing like in other tabletop rpgs, where you can take plenty of damage and still swing for the fences.

In either case, it’s not called “the death spiral” because it was a walk in the park. Using any method to make player characters more survivable and feel like superheroes is encouraged, but don’t neglect a sense of danger.

[grim-on-the-darkside]

Star Wars Quotes regarding the Expanded Universe and it’s place in things under Lucas. -------------------------------------

I’ve shared quotes on this subject in the past, I don’t believe I have shared these ones, some I have only found recently, and other’s I had but I’m not the most organized person, so I found them again. I apologize if some of these are repeats, I tried to avoid that as much as possible. All of these quotes are verified, but you should never take anyone’s word for that on the internet. Feel free to verify them yourselves.

Anyone who would like to use these quotes and include in some of their works, by all means. It isn’t always easy to get to the truth of things, there is a great deal of misinformation on the Internet. It is only my wish to see George Lucas’ legacy remembered for what it was in truth. He gave us such a wonderful gift, that has touched the lives of so many, in so many ways. Wherever our interests may lie, I feel we own him something in return. - This is a decisive subject, and its been so for many years. This is in no way intended to speak to the artistic value found in the EU, that is a totally subjective consideration. There are no right or wrong opinions. Just opinions and everyone is entitled to their own.

I just want his Star Wars to be remembered as it truly was and his words and vision as they truly were. In the end, we all share our love for his creation with each other.

Star Wars is Forever.

"The importance of The Clone Wars that cannot be understated is that it was the last huge expansion of the Star Wars universe that came directly from George Lucas." ~ Pablo Hidalgo

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"I always think of the research you speak of as what I knew about the EU before I took this job. As I stated above, working directly with George changes the way you see the EU and everything in it."

~ Dave Filoni 2008

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DAVE FILONI: The First Time George Lucas Talked About Ahsoka https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VAjnLseHQwA

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"I get all my information on the Clone Wars from him. [George Lucas]"

"I can pitch him ideas and say 'lets do certain things', but at the end of the say he will say 'yes' or he will say 'no', and than that is the way it's gonna go." ~ Dave Filoni, 2019

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"From Issue 77 Of Star Wars Insider, Using Dark Empire & The Thrawn Trilogy As Examples. "So so episodes beyond Return of the Jedi exist? Nothing beyond possinle story points and ideas, certainly not fleshed out story treatments or scripts. Fans often wonder if Dark Empire or the Thrawn Trilogy were based off those notes or are meant to be Episodes VII, VIII, IX. - That's not the case. Those works are the creation of their respective authors with the guidance of editors at Lucas Licensing. They are not, nor ever were, meant to be George Lucas' definitive vision of what happens next" ~ Pablo Hidalgo, 2004 https://ibb.co/K9PMgH3

[This is a screenshot of the Original Text that I found]

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“Everything that I’ve worked on at Lucasfilm has been considered canon.” ~ Dave Filoni

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“Working on ‘Clone Wars,’ it was always canon.” ~ Dave Filoni

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One of the main characters in the feature film, a 90 minute introduction to the series that hits theaters August 15, is Anakin's teenage Padawan, Ahsoka. Lucas said:

   "[With Ahsoka] I wanted to develop a character who would help Anakin settle down. He's a wild child after [Attack of the Clones]. He and Obi Wan don't get along. So we wanted to look at how Anakin and Ahsoka become friends, partners, a team. When you become a parent or you become a teacher you have to become more responsible. I wanted to force Anakin into that role of responsibility, into that juxtaposition. I have a couple of daughters so I have experience with that situation. I said instead of a guy let's make her a girl. Teenage girls are just as hard to deal with as teenage boys are."

~ George Lucas 2008

https://io9.gizmodo.com/george-lucas-spills-all-about-clone-wars-at-skywalker-r-5033398

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"Understand, that the Holocron's primary purpose is to keep track of Star Wars continuity for Lucas Licensing and to some degree Lucas Online. To my knowledge, it is only rarely used for production purposes."

~ Leland Chee 2005/6

[Lucas was in Production]

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"Star Wars continuity, even EU continuity, does not rest on my shoulders. Our licensees submit product directly to either our editors or our product development managers. The Holocron serves as a tool for them to check any issues regarding continuity, and after that, if the editors or developers have any questions, they pass it along to me to check for continuity. At the same time, I am constantly on the lookout to make sure that any new continuity being created gets entered in the Holocron. With regard to the the films and The Clone Wars, I am not involved in continuity approvals though I have often been asked to provide reference material."

~ Leland Chee

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"The question selected from The Furry Conflict poll was: How much does the Expanded Universe influence the movies?

As I asked him, Lucas leaned back a moment and said to me “Very little.” When he first had agreed to let people write Expanded Universe books, he had said “I’m not gonna read ‘em” and it was a “different universe” and that he wanted to keep away from the time period of his saga. He jokingly complained, however, that now when he writes a script he has to look through an encyclopedia to make sure that a name he comes up with doesn’t come too close to something in the EU.

He later commented that the future of Star Wars may lie in other venues outside of feature film."

- "Marc Xavier", November 2003, "The Furry Conflict and the Great ‘Beard‘ of the Galaxy"  (report based on a Q&A session with George Lucas which occurred at USC on 11-19-03)

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"Q: in that vein, is it possible we'll see more Star Wars TV product?

A: Because I"m retiring from this part of my creative life, I'm open to more TV Product. but not more feature films, the story is complete. [and any other story wouldn't be my philosophy and views,] the books are not the same philosophy as the movies."

George Lucas 2003

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Q: Can you quote any good story other than the movies?

A: No, I don't think so. (laughs)." ~ George Lucas

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"George's view of the universe is his view," Chee says with a slightly grudging tone. "He's not beholden to what's gone before."

~ Leland Chee 2008

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"And then there's the very top level of canon, the inviolable, infallible level of Truth, marked GWL—George Walton Lucas. It's the divine word of the Creator who stands outside his universe and is not subject to the rules that govern it."

~ Leland Chee 2008

Meet Leland Chee, the Star Wars Franschise Continuity cop.

[Actually, it was more like that Chee was standing outside of his.]

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"Understand, that the Holocron's primary purpose is to keep track of Star Wars continuity for Lucas Licensing, and to some degree Lucas Online. To my knowledge, it is only rarely used for production purposes."

~ Leland Chee [I'm not sure about the exact date on this, but I think its from around 2004 or 2005]

[Lucas worked in production]]

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"I've been against a multiverse even before Disney"

~ Leland Chee 2018

[No, really? =p ]

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"Is the "C" class part of the overall continuity alongside "G" class?"

As far as LucasBooks and Lucas Licensing are concerned, of course it is. LucasBooks and Lucas Licensing hold sway over the content and storylines of the Expanded Universe, and thus have every right to declare a canon of those materials. Whether this internal declaration is subscribed to by parent company LFL or Lucas himself is another matter, one which, though interesting, is outside the scope of this Holocron-oriented thread.

Leeland Chee 2004

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"So with the Story Group overseeing all of the content in film and television and elsewhere, we don’t have to retroactively make those changes. We can anticipate those changes. We can seed things in one medium [and see them grow] in another. So we might be seeding things in books or TV that you might not realize is substantial until years down the road. And if people knew what the road map looked like, they would just be floored.”

Leland Chee, 2017 - SYFY WIRE

[Chee is much happier working for Disney. He finally got what he wanted. A one Universe Star Wars.- Which would be great besides for that whole Disney part! =p]

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“In these early drafts, the planet was called Had Abbadon. The name Coruscant came from author Timothy Zahn for his 1991 novel, Heir to the Empire. It's actually a real word that means ”glittering” or ”giving forth flashes of light.” When it came time to name the city-planet for Episode I, after considering several other names, Lucas decided to go with the already established Coruscant."

- Steve Sansweet, LFL/Fan Relations, June 2003

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“As far as I know he hasn’t read any of my novels. From what I’ve heard Lucas is a visual man, he likes the comic books for the visual aspect. Frankly I don’t think that he has time to read so I am not offended.”

-Timothy Zahn, Author for the EU, The book report interview November, 1997

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That means Zahn’s books won’t be directly adapted, but the author says that was always the case: “The books were always just the books.”

“It could be an entirely new storyline, but if he picks and chooses bits and pieces from the expanded universe, we’d all be thrilled to death.”

~ Timothy Zahn

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"Q: Did George Lucas intend for Boba Fett to die in the sarlacc, despite what others may say or print?

A: Yes, in George's view -- as far as the films go -- the baddest bounty hunter in the Galaxy met his match in the Great Pit of Carkoon where --unfortunately for Mr. Fett -- the ghastly sarlacc made its home.

However, Lucas also approved Fett's comeback in the expanded universe. And of course, by going back in time with the prequels, the Star Wars creator has brought Boba Fett back to life himself, albeit at a much younger age."

- Steve Sansweet, LFL/Fan Relations, December 2002

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As far as I know, George Lucas himself is not involved. He has a liaison group that deals with the book people, the game people, etc. They do the day-to-day work. Occasionally, he will be asked a question and will give an answer."

"I did meet Lucas once for a few minutes."

~ Timothy Zahn

[They spoke about 1930′s cinema and Samurai movies. They never even talked about Star Wars! How nuts is that!]

Timothy Zahn’s Trilogy was outstanding. Gotta give him his due.

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In 2014, Disney declared the Expanded Universe was no longer canon. It became ‘Legends’. What do you think of this, seeing all of your work suddenly become non-canon?

"Those of us writing the EU were always told, all along, from the very beginning (have I stressed that strongly enough?), “Only the Movies are Canon.” Sure, it was disappointing."

~ Kathy Tyers, EU author [Truce at Bakura] Interview: April 2018

https://starwarsinterviews.com/various/authors/kathy-tyers-author/

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EU Disclaimers [Stating these were not George Lucas' Sequels and not what he would use.] - [I did not take all of these personally, but they do match those that I did.]

https://ibb.co/GfwK0CB https://ibb.co/Tr3dj06 https://ibb.co/19B66B1 https://ibb.co/p1mCFcm https://ibb.co/rtSVh7d https://ibb.co/Tcm7dFy https://ibb.co/ygQXjCN https://ibb.co/GRvmV7V - Jonathan W. Rinzler is/was an author and editor for Lucas Licensing's book division. In 2005, he was hired to write three Star Wars guide books,respectively Star Wars: Visionaries (although he only wrote the introduction of this one), The Art of Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith and The Making of Star Wars Revenge of the Sith. He later went to write The Art of Revenge of the Sith that same year. In 2007, he wrote and published The Making of Star Wars: The Definitive Story Behind the Original Film amongst many other such works for Star Wars.

This is more than a disclaimer, it's a quote, this is a question directly to him as he worked in Lucas Licensing asking him if the Expanded Universe wasn't considered canon ever why did Lucas allow it to exist. Answer - Money. He was also a personal acquaintance of Lucas' for many years. He also is quoted as telling the story as to why Lucas hated Mara Jade so much. -

Rinzler, George Lucas “Couldn’t Stand” The Character Of Mara Jade - http://starwarshub.net/2019/02/01/according-to-author-j-w-rinzler-george-lucas-couldnt-stand-the-character-of-mara-jade/

[Lucas said [paraphrasing], ‘Jedi don’t marry. They take vows.’

[This site also contains a good amount of information on the only legitimate sequel trilogy to Return of the Jedi, the one Lucas came up with himself and completed Treatments for Episodes, 7, 8, and 9 in 2011.]

For a more in-depth look at Lucas’ Sequel trilogy treatment in so far as we know it, these are excellent sites and we know a lot more about his Sequel trilogy and his vision for how the Saga was truly meant to end. There’s some beautiful concept art to be found as well.

George Lucas’ Episode VII - https://medium.com/@Oozer3993/george-lucas-episode-vii-c272563cc3ba

George Lucas' Ideas for His Own Star Wars Sequel Trilogy-https://io9.gizmodo.com/george-lucas-ideas-for-his-own-star-wars-sequel-trilogy-1826798496

STAR WARS: The Original Plans for the Sequel Trilogy - YouTube -

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x1dM9qFe4p0

https://ibb.co/jvph85c

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Wanderers pitch

In response to Bill Tucker’s challenge...”Name 7 characters from the 21st century DCU that you would like to see far flung into the 31st century and become a roving team of heroes - as a proposed new Wanderers book.”

I don’t like displacing The Wanderers on the 31st century but if I could call the book something else...The Trapped? The Unlucky? The Cursed? This is what I would go with.

Lady Quark, Captain Comet, Maxima, Booster Gold, Adam Strange, Vril Dox, Big Barda. I'm thinking of something that parallels Marvel's exiles. This group would be trapped in time ----- who would do such a thing? :)

Trapped 1000 years in the future, they decide fairly early on that they're going to break into a facility and steal a time machine. But keep in mind everyone on this group is technologically a thousand years in the past. 

The only person who can even pick a lock in the future is Vril. Things get a little hairy and Vril steals the time machine, abandoning the entire team in the facility. As soon as he gets to the past to renew ties with his newfound love interest, she vanishes into the future to where he was. 

She can't open the locks and ends up getting killed in The Cursed’s escape. Then time corrects and Dox pops back to the future and has to deal with the fallout.

I'd have a lot of fun with these characters. Captain Comet was supposedly the man born a thousand years before his time. I would drop him a thousand and FIFTY years into the future. 

I would effectively make him "future autistic". (Not the same thing as Autism today!!! I don't want to ruin him like they did with Captain Atom in that Multiverse thing.) I don't want to shit on the character development that they've had for Captain Comet over the years. 

I just want to drop him into a situation where organically new behavioral quirks are revealed. 

I hear that people who are fairly high in the autism spectrum will sometimes describe the way their mind works as taking a series of high def photographs that they have difficulty processing. Their mind is pulling in data at a much higher rate. When I think of Captain Comet, I think of somebody whose mind works far more efficiently than ours.  This tracks.  He would do the same but actually processes the data. 

When I thought of him on this team I thought, "well yeah, he processes this data in 1950 or the 1970s but how would he process the data 1000 years into the future, when all of his context is stripped away?" I'd want to drop him into the future where his already developed mind just can't handle basic concepts that almost all of the future's technology is based upon. So he becomes effectively technologically dysfunctional. Dox would have to design him a ship with a joystick so he could fly it. :)

He also can't really get a grasp on interlac. He would find that his talents were overshadowed by people right and left in the future because of evolution and applied technology. He would feel like more of a failure in the future than any of the other Heroes but time after time the greatness of Captain Comet, his pure heroic heart, would carry him through. Lady Quark would be the only member of the team with no desire to escape the future. She would realize that she was trapped in the future by someone who could pluck anyone out of time. Quark would fear that if she escape the future their jailer would pluck one of her children from the past and she would have to watch them experience death again. When challenged by Dox she would reply "Dox, you putrid festering worm, you don't understand. I've always been trapped a universe away from my life." 

Not to say she would be directionless. I think she would be a being of immense power with absolutely nothing to lose. I think she would be utterly unflappable. I am thinking Helen Mirren. I could totally see her conquering a planet because it makes sense for her new life in the future --- to hell with how it effects everyone else in trying to escape the future! Maxima, I think would be just the opposite....which makes this fun. 

Maxima has no one she gives a crap about in the past so she would regularly escape the future. The Wanderers adventures would be filled with people from Maxima's planet who are dropped into situations where Maxima would easily triumph and they just get demolished. 

Bodies everywhere. 

Eventually I'd have this big reveal where it turns out all these dead bodies turn out to be biologically very similar to Maxima. They are Maxima's family. 

...And this is why Maxima grew up from infancy without a family. Dox would be Dox. He would be how I would tie the team to the Legion of Superheroes. 

Brainy has always been soft hearted under his emotionally clumsy exterior. I could totally see him feeling sorry for Vril after Vril's love dies and bending over right and left to help him... lending him technology, explaining future concepts, Etc. 

....Obviously you can't do this with Vril....

He would end up being like the prototype drunk dad / uncle who shows up at your house and steals things from you and your friends who you then have to explain later...." Brainy! Why does Vril have a miracle machine??!" Adam Strange would be the Adam Strange from that miniseries a few years ago that was so Kick-Ass. He's a smart guy who would quickly figure out a lot of future technology. He'd be pretty sure that he could modify the Zeta beam technology to return himself to the past without implications due to his long exposure to Zeta beams but does not want to abandon everyone else in the future. 

He feels a lot of loyalty towards Booster Gold, and would be the only person on the group who would pretty much know there's more going on there than Booster’s letting on. He would effectively be the guy who convinces everyone to go along with whatever they try. The “talk them into doing things” guy. Booster Gold would be the Booster Gold that emerged from the 52 weekly mini series ---the secret Doctor Who of the DC Universe. Booster would have effectively brought this load of shit on to everyone else in the group. 

At some point in the past he would have tricked each of these people into thwarting the Time Trapper's plans. This would allow me to really put him through the ringer emotionally. Booster would not be trapped in the future at all. He would be free to go. That's the Time Trappers trap for him. 

Booster would still do his time traveling stuff on the side but would be very sneaky about it and would not let anyone else in the cursed in on that. He would realize with Adam Strange and Dox on the team, that his origin could quickly be discovered and become public knowledge if they realized just how much he knew about time travel. 

To save all the people that he had saved in his life, he would have to live a lie. It would be interesting to see how a pro football quarterback turned superhero would handle this much drama.

Finally Big Barda is a character that I have loved forever. This would give me the opportunity to differentiate her from Wonder Woman. To me Barda has always been a force of immense destruction only kept in check by her perfect love for Scott Free. 

So what happens when you remove her from Scott Free? 

I think there would be some thought in her head of escaping to the past with the idea that Scott Free would be sent to the future --- and no one escapes traps more easily than Mr. Miracle, however the second thought would be she might go to the past and they would send Oberon to the Future....so she stays in the future. 

I could totally see an untethered Barda becoming a scourge of the future.... becoming Dox's "Lobo" ( Enforcer). I have this image of her ripping one of Mano's arms off....