#lightsword

[sleepingwoolf]

Death to the queen

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[eu1a1awrence]

using eula in the viridescent veneer domain is like gaslighting myself for how well built she really is

[lacnunga]

Someone once told Matt Murdock to 'go to hell' and he took that as a challenge

[eastern-lights]

Jakože, on by to měl být meč i v originále, když jsou rovné, za to může George Lucas, že vymyslel něco, co seká, a je očividně rovné, a pojmenoval to “saber”. Toto je saber:

Takže Slováci a Češi to vlastně napravili.

ak je šabľozubý tiger v angličtine sabertooth tiger, tak lightsaber by mala byt svetelná šabľa - a nie svetelný meč.

[skynapple]

What if MC looked different from her past lives, will he connect the dots?

Xavier x MC [A03 link]

Prompt from @nobodys-saviour: "If MC didnt look the same as her other lives do you think they’d still recognise her. [Would] Xavier?" [x].

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Xavier did not make a habit of making strong connections in his various "lives" he'd lived on Earth. The less he knew about mild acquaintances, the less there was to remember, making it easier to focus on more important things and details. Thus, his opinion of his new colleague was varied at best.

On some days, she surprised him with strength and fervor. On other days, her youthfulness presented itself, especially when chatting and gossiping with her work friends. Finding out they were neighbors was more of an irritation to him, since it presented the danger of her attempting to get to know him. He had half a mind to move when he realized she was persistent in attempting to get to know him, despite his frequent attempts to ignore her. There were times she tried to leave nice, neighborly things at his doorstep. He rarely, if ever, answered, and kept conversation polite but brief. It was merely the way he protected his many identities over time. If he had to sum it up, he thought she was nice, but a little meddlesome.

One day she came over feigning illness for some kind of game with her colleagues. Truth or dare? How childish. Xavier didn't have time for such trivial things. He let her leave with a small token of his, and sent her on her way.

He didn't understand her obsession with getting to know him. He could feel her eyes on her when he was in the office, and hear her asking questions about him. Occasionally she'd be texting him random articles when he still had no idea how she got his number. He passed her once while she was on another job while he was on his day off. Only out of the corner of his eye did he notice she was handing their coworker Tara a keychain. He had no idea how she noticed him quite literally all the way across the street with his hoodie over his head.

"Xavier!" She called out to him.

He almost wanted to pretend not to hear it.

"What is it?" He asked flatly.

"I made these for a few people at the office. Do you want one?" She was asking.

Tara nearly cut her off with excitement, holding hers up to show him.

"Look at it! It's so cute!! She's so talented. I had no idea she could make stuff like this!!"

He blinked at it - a little teddy bear keychain.

"No thanks." He noticed her disappointment and quickly tried to add, "Not really... my thing."

"Oh! Totally. But I can make other stuff!"

"I'm good." He replied quickly. "...Sorry."

And that was that.

Other than those brief instances, she never crossed his mind. His mind was occupied with his missions, with his goals, with her, the one from so long ago he was always thinking about. It was heart-wrenching thing realizing that he was beginning to forget her appearance, the scent of her hair, the rhythm of her laugh. The last time he'd seen her was centuries ago now. Late at night before sleep would befall him, he would see a flash of her in his mind, but it was never clearly visible. It terrified him. He wished he could draw so he could save some semblance of her appearance. Yet, all he had left of her was her lightseeker badge, and a little star.

After pulling an all-nighter in the no-hunt zone, the moment he began to turn back, another Wanderer attack came. His senses sharpened only briefly, launching himself skillfully at its weakest points, light evol creating a shower of light in his stead. Despite his skill, his body was not as responsive as he would hoped. The Wanderer swung large and struck his abdomen squarely and launching him several meters down. He gritted his teeth as his back connecting to the forest floor below them, wincing sharply at the pain and the wind being knocked out of him. In his moment of weakness, his lightsword had flung from his hand and landed a ways from him.

Before he could recover, the Wanderer launched back up, growling at him almost as if to sneer at Xavier's vulnerability. He began to brace himself for the effort of teleporting himself to his lightsword, which was normally a simple enough thing but now would require more excruciating effort through his brain fog and injury. Just when he was about to do so, a voice rang out through the night sky.

"Hey, ugly!"

A glint caught his –and the Wanderer's– attention as a woman stood off to the side.

Oh.. no. He thought, grimacing at the thought of anyone else not only holding his lightsword. The fact, too, that it was this specific colleague and caused a feeling of cold dread and irritation to course through him. There was no way this would end particularly well.

Then time froze.

She was swinging the lightsword up to the sky, resonating with it in a way that normally only he could as its rightful owner. Had she always had a resonate evol? He hadn't remembered if he paid attention to that when Jenna briefed him.

Maybe he was just tired. Maybe it was the moonlight and the setting in the forest that felt so starkly familiar. Maybe he had been yearning too long. In that moment, he thought he saw her.

She swung his sword like it was her own, with skill that had certainly taken him hundreds of years to master. Fearlessness and ferocity in her eyes that he hadn't seen in anyone else. She had a quality of dash.

He came to and stood, knowing there was no way she would defeat the large Wanderer on her own, but with her providing enough distraction, he could deal a final blow.

"Hand me my sword!" He called out to her.

"Here you go!" She lept over to him and handed it over, drawing her twin pistols afterwards.

For a split moment, the Wanderer examined them, he knew it was gearing up for a strike.

He looked at the sword in his hand and then to her, tired eyes giving way to clarity. One last push.

"Swords of the stars." He said quietly, almost a weakened whisper to himself as he rose it to strike a final blow, as if crying out to her to give him a bought of strength.

"We must always point in the same direction." She whispered back, replying in a literal sense as she pointed her guns at the Wanderer. The shock nearly stalled him but he was too focused on the task at hand.

Together the Wanderer came down in a flash of light.

As he reached out to collect the protocore, he examined it only a moment before turning back to her in disbelief.

"It's you."

She looked at him quizzically. "Duh, it's me. Xavier, I don't understand why you keep leaving me behind. We're partners! Maybe don't head into the no-hunt zone by yourse- Xavier!!"

The man was collapsing, finally giving way to the stress, shock, injury, and sleepless state his body had been in.

When he closed his eyes he could hear her voice, feel her arms around him and she dragged him to her hunter bike. The pieces of her personality and mannerisms began to come together.

When he awoke in a hospital bed, he at first panicked, having specifically avoided hospitals for particular reasons. Jeremiah would have his work cut out for him later. His next thought was,

She's...here?

There she was, staring out the window in the hospital chair beside him.

"Oh!" She exclaimed, noticing him staring. "You're awake. Good! I brought you some fruit. And this!"

She tossed him a small object and he caught it, a number of emotions coursing through him as he examined it.

"What's this?"

"I know you said you didn't want one, but I made one for literally everyone, even Jenna, so it felt kinda weird. I know you said bears weren't your thing, so I guess I tried to think about your light evol? A star's pretty close, right?"

He couldn't help but smile. "It's close... I guess."

She laughed, and it was the first time he paid attention to the rhythm.

She's here. She's right here.

[ilikedyourablogithere]

Awesome superhero design

good colors

Cool summoning lightswords

tall and pretty

nice ass

this is clearly a good unit, y'all just don't know how to play the game obviously

no really it's pretty sick looking sword design

[sleep-deprived-luka]

If all the pjsk characters where animals what do you think they would be

Oh my brain tends to waver in all different directions, so here's current *looks at time* 3-4 am Zondes takes

Ichika: Wolfdog in a way. She gives me abandoned oupy vibes. Maybe Wolf au also played a part

Saki: Golden retriever, I'm taking that from Corv with no semblance of shame. Saki is Dogcoded, her twintails are big floppy ears and you can squish her face

Honami: I can see her as multiple things really. Anything big and gentle, but the first thought is bear (although a small voice in me says bears are loners so that couldn't work so maybe reindeer?)

Shiho: Arctic fox I suppose? There aren't many Shiho animals in my brain, except ig canon bnuy Shiho (very valid) and shoebill Shiho (which I very like) . I'm still more or less indecisive and assign based on vibes, setting and au theme.

Minori: Another dogcoded girl for me, she got that dawg in her. Definitely a mut, idk what mix though. I do sometimes gravitate to otter or hummingbird☝️

Haruka: Easy penguin, but Wolf au rewired my brain to think falcon. Specifically because a fairytale I read for reference had a guy collect multiple unique things to lift a curse or something (3am brain) and the first one was the blue falcon, then the white lightsword, the golden horse and lastly the princess of France (which I jokingly call Minori pfahaha). I gave au Haruka a falcon because of that and heavily associated it with her (also falcon fits her personality imo)

Airi: Once again Wolf au bias, she in my eyes is a lynx. Maybe severe brainrot has influenced me, but lynx fits her well. It's a feline, it's said to be observant and knowledgeable of humanity, but isn't part of it (I connect this with main story Airi and her idolhood + it's also Wolfs themes) fwuffy paws☝️....Yeah I rest that case

Shizuku: Snowy owl. I want to draw wof au Shizuku with snowy owls, gog au Shizuku is a snowy owl, Wolf au...nah there she is connected to hares, so except that, heavily see her as a snowy owl. Additionally, Owls are very pretty and seem intelligent, but are really dense in reality, so that fits. (Although Sega does give us a good Shizuanimal with swans)

Kohane: Call me lazy, but hamster. Things are speaking for snake and I would actually love some snake!kohane in the world (looks at mirror with big beady eyes) still hamster is the kohammy animal. Hamster and/or sheep.... yesh

An: Another Wolfdog in my eyes (points at a-crowcats-nonsense furry!au) I see her having that dog in her. Although she could also be a dolphin of sorts, many thoughts

Akito: Cat. He's very catcoded and lives in a cardboard box (in my heart)

Toya: Moth is the first thought, maybe because I think he's giving... powdery texture and the base moth I think about is a black and white one. He could also be a snow owl, or a hooded crow... gasp *points at goliath beetle that hangs on my wall* and that

Tsukasa: I initially wrote lion, but then I recall Tsukasa in the Wolf au being connected to deer (in Airis Pov) which I stand more besides. Still his hair could be a banger mane for a lion

Emu: Can I say doggirl? Ig I do put all the energetic girls into the oupy category. Emu is actually just an adjective used to describe energetic animals. Emu kinkaju, emu ferret, emu budgie etc. etc. I see a thing with too much energy and go "just like Emu from my gacha game" she's a dog for me but so much more

Nene: My first impression on Nene was "Her hair makes her look like a pathetic dog"... yes this is another dog girl for me. But she can also be Emus anxious cheetah to her overly social dog.

Rui: I could say platypus, but I see Rui more as a bird. Likely an owl of sorts (I am suspecting a gog au bias) Although a manewolf would work aswell

Kanade: *fighting the urge to say dog* snake... or deer. She's giving "animal who has to be put down" but also "emotional support animal that also needs emotional support" I see a dog, but I'm not brave enough to declare the ninth doggirl

Mafuyu: Jellyfish I suppose. I do associate Mafuyu with many things, yet jellyfish is the most concrete. Probably because of her aquarium + the kitchen lamp resembling a jellyfish + wof au. I do think more of her as tangled in one as really one, but the thought... maybe octopus aswell

Ena: Cat or wolf (Wolf au bias for the latter). She is giving more of a cat though so I settle with Ena hissing and batting at people (Mizuki)

Mizuki: Cuckoo, because of Wolf au bias, but cat in my heart. Cuckoo is just because it dabbles in ugly duckling themes, something something your body is betraying you (which only works in a au setting though, since there she's also a changeling which makes the connection clearer) Cat fits better with canon Mizuki, so my final say is cat, or feline of any kind.

[ygo-monster-type-tournament]

Round 1.5f, SUDDEN DEATH ULTRA TIEBREAKER ROUND!! Codebreaker vs. Kozmo!

Codebreaker Zero Day // Kozmo Lightsword

[lightsabergirl]

lightsabers vs lightswords

lightsabers have cleaner and more defined blades, especially at the base near the emmiter.

along with the kyber crystal (or a few other limited options) they also have a focusing crystal(s) to stabilize and basically clean up the shape of the blade and push it together, cooling it down as well, this helps the lightsaber be safer for longer periods of use and gives the saber it's classic hum

lightswords or have no focusing crystal and because of this they have sparks emerging from the bottom when ignited, they have very crackly sounds (which I love) and because they heat up quickly they're slightly more unstable and leave trails of smoke when extinguished by the user

these sabers were actually a more ancient version of the lightsaber known in the high Republic and onwards

[fragglerockopinions]

Cute tech-savvy cyberpunk girlies are always East Asian stereotypes. Where are my Arab rollerblade lightsword girlies. Where are my Hispanic DJ laser gun gamer girlies with floating robot friend. My Nubian hacker cybercriminal girlies with huge mech suit.

[unchartedcloud]

Light's Long Shadow - Chapter 3

A Clexa Star Wars AU

Clarke Griffin has had a really shit month.

Her big payout contract went south, just in time for her ship's outlay differentiator to blow. Raven is a mechanical genius, but she can't fix what she doesn't have...and they can't buy what they can't afford. And now, on top of it all, she finds out she has a several thousand credit bounty on top of her head.

Good thing a space monk with a lightsword just showed up.

Clearly clinging to some remaining modicum of self-preservation instinct, Charo falls backwards onto her ass. "F-fuck this," she stutters, then scrambles backwards, up, and into a full-tilt run in the opposite direction. The bounty hunter Clarke shot in the shoulder and the one the Jedi hit in the hand turn and bolt as well, leaving the one thrown into the pylon slumped unmoving on the ground, and the one shot in the kneecap whimpering pitifully in the dust. The others are long gone.

Clarke steps fully out from behind the pylon and whistles appreciatively.

The Jedi turns at the sound, eyes glowing from the crackling blue of her still very present lightsaber. "Whoa!" Clarke immediately puts her hands up. "Easy there, wizard gal. Here, look, I'll put mine away first, alright?" She slowly lowers her right hand and clicks Aveline back into place against her thigh. "See?" 

As if in response, the lightsaber turns off with a subtle whoosh and Clarke lets out a quiet breath.

How did this day go from boring and miserable to unimaginable faster than Clarke could blink? A Jedi on Bogden. Either she really likes the smell of tulgol gas, or she's here for the same reason as Charo.

As though reading her mind—and who knows? Perhaps she is. Clarke's heard Jedi can do that kind of thing—the Jedi lowers both saber hilt and rifle and calls: "Are you Clarke Griffin?"

And in the moment that Clarke hears her voice, her attention no longer focused on the deadly weapons in hand, she realizes she recognizes this Jedi.

Read on Ao3.

[mcrcki]

@mischiefxmuses cont. from legacy to beta ://////////

her fingers moved over the small scar against his head, thumb brushing against it as he spoke. she understood the confusion and the fear that came along with feeling all of that again, and rowena didn't blame hunter for all of what happened. though, she supposed it wasn't up to her when they had luckily been separated for most of whatever mind control he was under. "then it had to have just been the magic. i am sure it won't happen again, and if it does, we'll know what to do." her hand dropped from his head to his cheek, hoping that her smile would offer some reassurance towards him. "they did, yes. i don't.. i don't know what to do without it. i've never been without it, not since i was a child." it was at her side every day since she first got it, since her father first taught her how to use her magic. "it doesn't help that killing me was just a means to an end for them, but i've been trying to not think too hard about it, or else it'll just eat away at me." it hurt, really, to think that her life was utterly meaningless. and while, she understood to a stranger, it was, but it wasn't as if other strangers were coming to strangle her just for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. "i know you will do what you can. if this person is from your world, you'll have an easier time finding them than i could, i'm sure." she wouldn't even know where to begin looking. it wasn't as if people were just carrying those lightswords around like a flag. "i will warn you, he's a little rough around the edges but just tell him you're with me, i am sure sal would appreciate the help in figuring this out. and the last thing i want is you, or him, going up against this girl alone." and if it gave hunter an opportunity to meet more of her family, then that was only an extra positive to all of this. if they were going to be together, she wanted her family to know him. that hopefully they would approve. she squeezed his hand as he spoke, as she watched him explain what the magic had done to him, knowing that it was similar to her own reaction to the spell. "there's different types of magic, of course, but yes, mind control does exist within the magical community. there is a spell, from my home, if you use it, you can control someone's every move. they'll do it with a smile even. it's not unheard of that the magic would do this to you, or i. i just wish there was a way to counter it." that was the worst part, being unable to stop the magic once it started. "is she upset with you?" she had failed her own child, knowing that feeling all too well. the guilt that ran through you knowing that you were the reason they were in pain. it cut deeper than any knife. "i doubt they feel that way. we hold so much guilt as parents, for every mistake we make. for any pain we may cause them. but it doesn't always feel that way to them, like we failed them. it's just important to talk to them about it."

[homocrafting]

fuck it. more of my LL!Purpled au since people liked it

I am SO shit at writing fight scenes, this was my first time doing that, sooo pls forgive me if it sucks ass

in which he loses his first life <3 tw for blood and death

ALSO! I used she and they for Cleo bc I don't. actually know their pronouns I just see a lot of people using they/them for 'em but I?? wasn't sure?? so I went with both

“Hey there, Purpled.”

Purpled is alone. He can feel the curse in the air, the blood waiting to be spilled. He eyes his escape crystal- it’d give him a head start, but whoever that voice belongs to is in the trees. He won’t be able to outrun them.

He doesn’t know who it is.

“Fuck no, I’m not dying here.”

She chuckles. Her voice seems to echo through the thick dark forest. He can feel them staring into him. He’s not scared.

He’s lost a life before.

“You know, I really hoped it wouldn’t come to this…”

He’s too far away from Magical Mountain. There’s nowhere to run to.

There’s rustling in the leaves. A glimpse of orange and green.

It smells of rotten flesh.

“But BigB’s been hiding from me all week, and you’re all alone out here. You understand, right?”

They laugh again. More rustling. The sound of flint and steel.

His hand tightens around the handle of his lightsword.

“I can kill you.” He states. Cold, calm, fearless, simple. His voice doesn’t waver, his body doesn’t shake, his hands don’t tremble.

He’s been here a million times before.

She chuckles again; strong, malicious, hurtful.

The rustling is behind him. Her movements are getting more frantic.

They can’t keep this up for long.

“Oh, I know,” he can hear the smile in her voice, “I heard of what you did to Martyn!”

He pivots around, freshly equipped diamond axe held above him to block her iron one. Fire crackles somewhere behind him; he didn’t see it begin.

They frown, and he doesn’t smile, although he feels like it.

They jump back, rotten flesh and burning wood mixing in the air. She tries to circle him, then stops; must have remembered the fire behind him.

He takes a few steps forward; his enemy is unwavering in her position. The fire is slightly more distant than before.

He doesn’t have the time to blink- what’s-her-name lunges at him, teeth bared like a rabid zombie’s. They swing her axe downwards; he side steps swfitly, only a few strands of hair are lost.

He quickly switches to his lightsword, taking the fraction of a second she takes to step back to drive his weapon into her stomach; they hiss, coughing up milliliters of blood on his face as he rips the sword out of her body. There’s a messy hole, half-functioning organs visible against the green and brown scenery behind her. This should have killed them.

It doesn’t matter. He readies himself to swing again once she falls back.

They never do.

Instead, they fall forward, grabbing Purpled’s armed hand in an impossibly tight grip, staring directly into his eyes. He twirls the sword around, but she’s done this before; they know how to stay off the line of damage. He tsks, controlled panic slowly rising in his chest, but it’s fine, it’s fine, he’s died before, so many people here have died at least once, it’s fine.

He doesn’t want to die here.

He stomps on her closest foot (it feels like nothing under his own); her body jolts with a hiss that quickly turns into a growl, but they remain otherwise unmoved. The fire grows warmer against Purpled’s back.

He’s running out of time.

She takes out a piece of steak with their free hand, smiling tauntingly, maintaining full eye contact as she takes a bite. The wound on her stomach begins to heal slowly. Their claws dig into his wrist, drawing blood, adding to the heavy smell around them, and he can’t help but think it’s familiar. His grip on his sword remains tight, and the only thing keeping what’s-her-name from twisting his wrist is his own strength against them.

Purpled materializes his diamond axe in his free hand, swinging it forward to the best of his ability (which is a lot) with one hand and limited leg movement. He aims for the head.

His enemy raises a shield, straining to maintain it against his strength.

Then she has the audacity to grin, and suddenly the weight under the shield disappears. It hurls straight into the ground, tearing in two under his axe.

There’s not enough time to bring it back up. He knows this as a fact, because everything is happening too fast yet so slowly, just like he knows this is it, although for different reasons.

He could use the escape crystal; appear behind her, slice through her back and be done with it.

He can’t reach the crystal.

Purpled’s eyes widen. The weight under one of his feet is gone. He doesn’t dare blink.

“Here’s a fun fact for you,” he hears from under him, where the zombie-woman (he thinks, for a split second, that he might never know their name) had ducked down under her now gone shield. His lightsword disappears from his still restrained hand, reappearing in the other with a blink of white light. He finally manages to step back, only to get burnt by the fire. (It roars on his ears like crackling magma, like an explosion, like freefall.)

“I’m built for decimating player flesh.”

Something cold shoots through his hot inner systems. His vision swims. The fire begins to creep along his back, although he can barely feel it.

A scream rings through the forest and chokes on the blood of its origin. He takes a second too long to realize its his. He takes another to realize it’s the result of his heart being squeezed.

“Fuck you.” Is what he impossibly manages to spit over the numbing pain of what he barely recognizes is his heart being torn out of his body. His blood is as red as the fire consuming him.

He hears his murderer laugh, as maniacal as it had been every other time, then gasp and drop his heart.

His body drops with it.

[Purpled has been slain by ZombieCleo]

[ftm-megamind]

hey.

newsies star wars au where davey and jack met when they were both padawans and they immediately clicked and became best friends. jack dragged davey into trouble and davey always helped him avoid the consequences. they snuck out together and daydreamed about their futures as jedis and promised they'd always be a team. they were scared and confused sometimes, when hearing about what's happening in the galaxy, but ultimately helped one another find clarity and hope, they were each others' safe places in a way.

but then snyder (galactic empire's general) attacked the jedi temple in which jack and davey were training and it was a big mess really, snyder captured countless innocent people, including jack (davey and his master managed to escape), who later experienced horrible things when snyder imprisoned them. he saw his friends and loved ones tortured and sometimes even killed. and that's when jack told himself he won't be a jedi, because he saw that all this injustice is inherently because of them, meaning because of him, too, and he didn't want innocent people to suffer.

then he managed to escape and started living on some shitty planet while hiding from the galactic empire. years go by and he's still wallowing, no hope left. he thinks about davey, he thinks about their dream of always being a team and so many what ifs. then one day the galactic empire finds him, despite him being so careful, but a group of mysterious strangers rescue him. turns out it's some rebels, the two who escorted him to their ship call themselves crutchie and racetrack. jack wants to go "home", but at the same time, for the first time since snyder's attack he feels something else than indifference and pain. crutchie asks him whether he wants to be part of their crew and jack immediately shuts it down, despite his heart aching for it - he remembers his own promise, he remembers he swore he would never let the force guide him again, that he wouldn't let himself be a source of pain for people. then jack meets the ship's captain, and it's davey, and dear god did jack miss him. he feels happy, and he hasn't in so long, and they start talking and remember all the things they did together, and it's as if they haven't seen each other for just a day or two, that's how good they get along after all these years. but jack still says no when this time davey asks him to join them. davey is surprised, and borderline angry, because he remembers when jack used to be passionate about this, about wanting to fight for a better tomorrow, not only for himself, but for civilians that looked up to jedis. jack feels shame, and he hates that davey is right.

then one day, during a mission, crutchie gets ambushed by some troopers. despite always saying he isn't a part of this, jack is the first one to rush for him, lightsword in his hand, davey not far behind, and that's when he really makes up his mind - fighting through the hordes of stormtroopers, rescuing crutchie and seeing happiness and relief light up his face- this is what he's made for. he found hope again and wants to share it, protecting others and telling them that maybe there's still something to fight for, no matter how small the odds of winning are, despite how scared and how angry he really is.

so he's officially a part of the team. and for their mission, they want to overthrow pulitzer, who rules this corner of the galaxy - this is neither safe or easy, but jack is more than willing to do it, partly to make up for his previous stubbornness. davey goes, too, to worried to let jack go alone. and somehow, they make it all the way to the big man's office, and they decide it's best if one goes in and the other stays outside, keeping an eye on any reinforcements. before jack goes to confront pulitzer, he and davey share a moment, and they both have been waiting long enought for it to happen- surely, if they've found each other after so long, it's meant to be. and if this is goodbye, davey makes sure jack knows just how much he's loved.

if you even care.

and then jack goes in. and succeeds, intimidating pulitzer so much that he promises to leave and never return if only jack spares his life, and jack hesitates for a moment; he's furious, he remembers everything pulitzer ever did, always making everyone suffer, but in the end, he lets pulitzer go - he maintains his anger and doesn't give in, and ultimately he knows it's the better choice, because they proved a point, forcing pulitzer to give up.

jack and davey go back to their friends, and jack feels so so happy, and now he knows that you don't have to be the narrative's slave, and you can make your own narrative, fighting for your values, finding people who share your passion and who love you, despite all your flaws. and he's so happy he might cry, actually, and he promises davey he'll never leave again.

[dysiver]

Noah is the type that calls lightsaber as lightsword sadly 😥

tbh i believe it, he'll be the kind to say all the references wrong thinking he's right

[shoot-of-corruption]

I think Yami Marik would have a purple, double bladed lightsaber that could convert to a single blade and would primarily use/be a master of djem so. Shien and soresu would be secondary forms. With more training, he might be a great user of juyo.

I dunno why I was thinking about Mariku using lightsabers, but yeah

((Bear with me here, I am not a great Star Wars lore person or know everything about Force and Lightsword fighting stances and figures :D

SO I agree that djem so, based on quick and aggressive movements that costs a lot of power and additionally acts with bodily attacks as well, like kicks or the like, does sound very much like him. He has a lot of stamina and he would go beyond himself to get to power reserves that other people aren't even aware they have, if the situation called forth a necessity.

Soresu covering his defenses would completely align with his mindset of not loosing any energy with defense and keeping his offense as strong as possible. He do protec but not for a high price.

I can also see Juyo working for him, once he gets a firm grip on handling all his training on the others, not because he wants o learn more, but hopes a little difference here and there would distract his enemy enough to either intimidate them (which rings true for me, Juyo might be a technique that is described as force intensive and not yet developed to perfection) but building in some forms might give him those surprise moments a fight can't go without - they could be the attack he needs and i think this style would connect perfectly with something primal in his being.

Funny thoughts about the double bladed lightsaber:

I have never been that much interested in blade fighting or anything else, but staff users and their movements were always fascinating to me. So I could definitely see that. It does take some getting used to to maneuver through such training for him, because it's excessive and you have to know your steps through it to get an effective approach going, but it would be an immense pay off during fighting and it would prove that he is able to think in versatile ways, while being powerful.

Also the purple in his lightsaber, a mixture of blue and red. *nods excitedly* Using both dark and light affinities in his force usage... that is some good shit i can get behind. Thanks for not making him instant Sith in your mind, because I wouldn't see him like that. He flirts with the affinity in my head, but it's more so his repertoire isn't too shabby, know thy enemy and all that. Also moral amiguity, reconstruction and UNCERTAINTY?! sign me up! This sounds like my blorbo alright!!

Thanks for sharing this, Anon!! I am a dummy but diving into those waters was actually a lot of fun :3))