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ohbo-ohno · 1 year ago

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CONGRATS ON 1K!!!! 🎉🎊🏆 May I please request “An old well” from the list? (Hehe, I’m a Sadako fan, I couldn’t resist) - 🕸

1k game here

how dare you make me google what "Sadako" is and see that terrifying shit. shame on you (/j)

inspired by an ancient mayan tradition where human sacrifices were shoved to the bottom of a well (which i read in a book called lotería, but i can't find sources on whether or not it's a real thing). the italics are a mayan prayer, found here

1.7k of god of rain ghost x sacrificed reader. there's actually very little ghost in this, sorry! it's mostly vibes tbh

The jewelry weighs down your every limb, dripping down your neck and arms. The mix of the drugs you'd been fed and the heavy ornaments leaves you unable to move, left lounging on the table you're carried on. You recite the prayer of the seven directions as you're paraded through the streets of your city.

From the East, House of Light May wisdom Dawn in us So we may see all things in clarity

You can hear the cheering crowds of your people. As scared as you are, you comfort yourself with the knowledge that you're helping them. If the God of Rain accepts your sacrifice, your people will have a prosperous harvest. And then, if the gods are kind, they will feast.

From the North, House of the Night May Wisdom Ripen in Us So we may know all from within

It's not much, but it's enough for you to find peace with your coming death. You picture your mother and father, bellies full and bodies healthy, and you know that it is enough. It has to be enough.

From the West, House of Transformation May Wisdom be transformed into right action So we may do what must be done

The sun shines down on you, leaving your skin tight and burning. There's not a cloud in the sky, yet another reminder of what your sacrifice is for. The rain god has not been pleased in recent months, and you are the final attempt at regaining his favor.

From the South, House of the Eternal Sun May right action reap the harvest So we may enjoy the fruits of Planetary being

You take a deep breath and let your eyes slip closed. You tell yourself there is peace in death, that you'll meet the ancestors with open arms. You are not afraid.

From Above, House of Heaven Where star people and Ancestors gather May their blessings come to us Now

A tear slips down your cheek as the table is settled to the ground. The cheering is a distant sound now, left at the bottom of the steps of the temple. You slowly blink your eyes open, and see the blurry image of your halach uinic, you ruler. He's a tall man - big and dark and broad, decorated with the scars of his conquest. His regalia nearly outshines yours.

He pulls you up with surprisingly gentle hands, doesn't even flinch when you give him almost all of your weight. The drugs you'd been given paint the world in stunning colors as they begin to settle more, and you watch with wide-eyes as the scars across his torso begin to move.

From Below, House of Earth May the heartbeat of her crystal core Bless us with harmonies to end all war

"We thank you for your sacrifice," you hear him saying, his voice muffled. He's reciting a prayer you've heard a dozen times before, before dozens of sacrifices. It's as familiar as the one you finish in your head, eyes slipping closed to give you a break from all the squirming scars.

From the Center, Galactic Source Which is everywhere at once May everything be known As the light of mutual love

"And we pray to you, Great God of Rain, of Thunder and Lightning, that you will split the clouds again, and allow us the great gift of your prosperity! We pray that our humble sacrifice be accepted, that our Woman be to your pleasure."

There's a muted sense of grief for yourself, deep in your chest. You can tell yourself again and again that you're ready to meet the dead, to beg for entrance to Death's kingdom, but it doesn't make the departure from life any easier.

"Are you ready?" The halach uinic asks, but you both know that you can't answer. It's difficult enough to open your eyes and look at him, nodding - or even speaking - isn't possible right now.

He's careful not to brush your skin as he guides you forward, hands wrapped around the gold bangles. He stands behind you, and your breath hitches.

You know what happens now. He's going to shove you into the well, where you will die and hope the God of Rain accepts your spirit before allowing you to pass on.

It doesn't make you less terrified when his handles settle on your shoulders. Your breathing shudders in and out of you, tears slipping down your cheeks.

You don't get a warning. One minute you're standing at the top of the temple, at the edge of the well, and the next you're falling through the air.

Oh Yum Hunab Ku Evam Maya E Ma Ho All Hail the Harmony of Mind and Nature

It's a terrifying thing, to fall.

The jewelry does it's job, weighting you down so you sink far faster than you would've naked. It flies into the air behind you, the thick necklaces pulling back on your neck and nearly choking you. You're forced to turn in the air, with the futile hope that your neck won't break. The adrenaline and fear gives you just enough energy to turn mid-air.

You want to scream as you watch the spot of light become smaller and smaller at the top of the well. You want to wail and cry and kick and beg, beg any deity listening to stop time, to keep you from falling.

But you have to be thankful. If you die angry, the God of Rain will never accept your sacrifice.

You let your eyes fall shut again, and pray the drugs do their job. You pray it doesn't hurt to die.

Mercifully, your prayers are answered. You can both hear and feel when you stop falling, the sudden jerk to stillness a shock, and the heavy weight of gold and emerald landing on top of your chest.

It both hurts and doesn't. You're aware that it should hurt, that you should be in unfathomable pain, that you should be sobbing and begging for the relief of death.

But there's no pain. There's a weight, a heavy cloud over your existence, but there's no pain.

It's dark at the bottom of the well. The glow from the sky is faint this far down, giving you only the impression of light. There's a glow coming from somewhere to your right, but you aren't strong enough to turn your head and look.

All you can do is breathe shallowly and stare up at the small blue circle above you.

Then, footsteps.

Loud, scraping footsteps, like the person making them isn't lifting his feet the whole way. Your breath hitches, but you force yourself to relax.

This is it. This is the moment you meet the God of Rain and beg him to accept your sacrifice.

He appears above you in pieces. A head of hair, a mask, a neck, a shoulder, a torso.

He's large, like all gods are presumed to be, and wearing a mask of bone like you've seen painted across temple walls.

"Another one?" He rumbles, voice low and echoing.

It's jarring to hear a god speak. His voice is both loud and quiet, both echoing and muffled, for you and for everyone. He's cloaked in black and bone, a picture of death, but his gift to your people is life. He's a contradiction, in every sense of the word.

"Please-" you choke out, voice weak and quiet. You have to fight to get the words past your throat, the drugs leaving you a prisoner in your own body. "Please... accept.... my hu... humble sacrifice.... and.... and...."

He sighs, stepping away. "Quiet."

You listen immediately, praying you haven't already ruined everything.

"They're always so slow," he mutters to himself. Before you can realize he's come back, you're lifted into his arms, held like a baby.

The part of your mind untouched by the drugs screams at this blessing, this gift, but the part of you still high only goes limp.

"No wonder you humans need so much extra help. Can hardly even speak yet."

Your eyebrows furrow, and you feel the pointless need to defend yourself. "It's... drugs...."

"What?" He looks down at you. "You're still alive?"

The best you manage is a hum.

"Huh. None of you have ever made it this long. Good for you, I supposed. Drugs, you said? Why on Earth would you be on drugs?"

"So..." you take a breath. The air is musty and cold down here, unpleasant in your mouth. "So... no... pain."

He snorts. "That does make sense. You humans are very sensitive, it can't be pleasant to hit the ground from such a height."

You'd laugh, if you could. Who knew gods could be talkative?

You're laid out on something cold and rough, almost like stone beneath your naked back. A hand presses into your stomach, forcing you to lay flat.

"I don't think any of you have made it this long," he muses to himself. "At least, not in recent centuries." His hand is warm as it strokes over the sensitive skin of your concave stomach. "You're very thin for a human. The ones they send have been getting thinner and thinner every year."

"Famine..." you whisper, rapidly losing your ability to speak. You can feel yourself fading now, can feel the first inklings of pain beginning in your head.

"Hmm. I suppose I have been putting off my duties for a bit too long."

A few tears slip down your cheeks, your body going cold.

"Well, I suppose you are a rather good sacrifice. Determined little thing, aren't you?" His warm hand cups your cheek, turning it to the side. You whine when that makes the pain ten times worse, lips quivering. "Hush, little one. Would you like the pain to go away?"

You try to look up at him. It takes several tries, every part of you slowly losing it's numbness. Everything is excruciating.

"There you are," he hums again, thumb stroking just between your eye. "It has been a while since I've had an assistant. I might keep you to myself for a bit."

If you were at all capable of anything but crying, your eyebrows would furrow. As it is, you can't do anything but sob.

"Alright, hush now," he shushes, other hand coming up to cover your eyes. "Let go, little human. Things will be very different for you when you wake up."

You're helpless to obey, closing your eyes against the pain and welcoming the sweet oblivion of death. You feel the God of Rain by your side the entire time, hand resting over your eyes. It's painful, but his presence brings you some peace.

You hope your sacrifice was worth it, hope that he'll bring water to your people again.

#this is counts as “well” right #1k celebration #bo writes #ghost x reader #ghost cod #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost riley x reader #cod fanfic #call of duty fanfic #🕸 anon

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fortheloveofarchons · 6 months ago

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Caelus meets up with Sunday

C.W. - A Caelus / Sunday ship - Religious themes and imagery - Mind control - Dubious consent - Hurt / comfort - Pining - Kiss and make out - Implied healing sex - Aventurine, Robin and Firefly mentioned

“Let’s make it quick!”

Caelus summons his galactic baseball bat, and swings it directly at one of the Dreamjolt Troupe’s Bubble Hounds. Originally a delivery robot of SoulGlad, it appears that they went out of control due to the emotional interference in the Dreamscape. Even after losing its sole purpose, it is still dispensing sweetness, inviting everyone to taste this delicacy, its sickly-sweet scent of soda that fills the air, a harbinger of the creature's foul nature.

With a loud smash, Caelus destroys the hounds with his baseball bat!

The hound howls in pain as Caelus found its mark, a small crack opening on its stomach. But to Caelus’s horror, the noxious flood of soda gushes forth from the hound’s belly, spraying outward in a fizzy torrent.

With a deafening roar, the hound collapses to the ground, its form dissolving into a puddle of sticky, syrupy liquid, one with a golden hue.

But as Caelus was about to strike another one at his six o’clock, he was suddenly engulfed in a blinding haze of sticky, soda spray.

“My eyes!! It stings!!”

Caelus staggers backwards, his vision obscured by the sugary mist, his senses reeling from the oncoming onslaught. For a moment, he stood helpless, his mind clouded by the fizzy deluge. Then, he was knocked down by one of the hounds from his back, causing his grasp on his baseball bat loose, falling to the ground with a loud clunk.

“It’ll take… more than that.”

Blinded by that sudden, fizzy strike, Caelus’s world becomes a realm of darkness and pain, his senses overwhelmed by the carbonated liquid that blinded him. He stumbled and faltered, his movements clumsy and erratic, as he groped blindly for some semblance of orientation.

“My baseball bat… where is it?”

Just as despair and the hounds threatened to overwhelm him, something– or perhaps, someone appeared, their presence merely a whisper in the chaos of battle.

“Enough.” The voice calls out, but not to Caelus.

Amidst the darkness, Caelus could only hear the sounds of battle fade into the background as whoever fought. Before his vision was recovered, the mysterious saviour was nowhere to be found. The hounds’ mechanical bodies all disintegrated into ashes, gleams of blue and white light casting out of its body.

“Hello?” Caelus calls out to them. Just then, he hears a sound coming from behind him. He turns his body to find the golden halo that encircles around the precious, blue-gold treasure, dissipating in the air. The treasure unlocks itself, revealing the goods. That serious look of his changes instantly.

“Great! The more the better!”

Caelus gleefully runs over to the chest, and slowly opens it, revealing some world currencies and relics. Just then, he remembers that someone had saved him.

“Uh… Thank you for saving me!” Caelus calls out to the air, but is only met with silence.

“Huh?” He notices something on the floor, one that looks like a card. He picks it up immediately, seeing this fancy blue-gold card in his hands. “What’s this…?”

~~~~~~

“Oh, it seems that you have received one of the invitations.” One of the Head Hound Guard takes a good look at the card in Caelus’s hand. “How lucky, not many citizens of Penacony would receive such a gift to have a chat with the leaders of The Family.”

“I… Suppose I am lucky.” Caelus could only reply like this.

But… I didn’t receive it, I found it.

“Anyways, allow me to escort you to him. He’s just in his office.” The guard opens the door, and Caelus walks into the Dreammaster Hall. The place is spacious, as the main hall of the residence is filled with five orange lounges, each with their own family crest, a place where the leaders of the five major lineages regularly gather to discuss the situation and plan for the Dreamscape.

A finely crafted city sandpit is placed at the centre of the hall, one that is modelled after the Dreamscape, made in the image of Penacony with a 1:100 ratio to the real deal.

“Wow…” Caelus wanders off to have a look at the sandpit, admiring how every single detail is made: From the npcs models, to the giant wine glass displays, to even the pinball machine mechanics.

“I wouldn’t touch that if I were you,” The tall, buff guard with his sunglasses and rugged arms folds his arms. “Unless I have a lot of money to pay for it.”

“Sorry…” Caelus quickly takes a step back, and rubs the back of his neck sheepishly while giving the guard an awkward smile in return. The two of them resume walking, and they finally stop at a grand door. Before the guard could even open the door, Caelus could hear a faint voice coming from the other side of the room.

“Please, for the love of all that is Halovian,” The voice seems muffled… and familiar. “Just keep an eye on that gambler.”

Before Caelus could hear it, the guard opens the grand doors and invites him inside. Caelus enters the room, and is enveloped in an atmosphere of quiet reverence. The walls were covered in rows and rows of towering bookshelves, their wooden frames laden with tomes of knowledge and wisdom, their spines illuminated by the soft glow of lamplight.

In the centre of the room stood a large, round table, its polished surface gleaming in the natural light. Around it, the chairs were arranged in a perfect circle.

But it was not the sight of the room's furnishings that captured Caelus’s attention; rather, it was the figure that stood at its centre, bathed in an ethereal aura that seemed to emanate from within.

Caelus’s eyes widened in wonder as he beheld the sight before him: A familiar figure with angel wings behind his ears like a mantle. Smooth wavy greyish-blue hair, a bright, bronze halo behind his head, representing his Halovian heritage.

Sunday.

Caelus’s heart skips a beat as Sunday turns around to greet him, his smile warm and inviting as the first time they met at the hotel, his eyes sparkling with a wisdom that seemed to transcend mortal understanding. Next to him, a male assistant quickly bows his head and quickly walks off the room.

So does the guard, leaving the two of them alone in the room.

With a graceful bow, Sunday beckons Caelus forward, his demeanour serene and welcoming.

"Welcome, trailblazer." Sunday said, his voice soft yet commanding, carrying with it a sense of profound reassurance. "I have been expecting you."

Caelus’s pulse quickens with anticipation as he approaches the table, his gaze never leaving the enigmatic figure in front of him. Something about Sunday's presence made him feel awestruck and reverent, as if he were in the presence of a powerful being.

Caelus then takes his place at the table, and sits down on a chair.

Sunday does as well, sitting just next to Caelus.

“How was your trip so far in Penacony?” Sunday initiates the conversation. “I trust that everything is alright.”

“Well…” Caelus looks down on the table. As much as he enjoyed wandering the land of dreams, where he could eat unlimited cones of ice-cream, splurge on a lot of unique products, and even get to meet the Lord Trashcan, the negative memories outweigh the positive ones.

The enigmatic meme back in the Memory Zone, one that is believed to be a manifestation of people’s fear of death and murder. With its piercing purple and pink shades, along with its squirmy body that looks like a centipede, it sends a shiver down Caelus’s spine.

He could never forget how it pierced into Firefly’s chest, causing her demise.

He could never forget how her last words were an apology.

He could never forget how the luminescent blue-pink goop explodes Firefly’s body, splattering onto the floor, his clothes, and his hands.

Even if we had only met for a few hours, still…

“I… No, not really, to be honest.”

Sunday’s eyes widened slightly, the realisation hitting him.

“My apologies for asking such an insensitive question.” He places his hand on his heart. “I understand what happened to Miss Firefly, and I would like to ask for my condolences. But rest assured, we are still investigating this matter, and I promise you that we will find the truth about this. Again, as stated before, no one can be harmed in the dreamscape.”

Just then, a memory brings Caelus back to someone.

Robin.

He could never forget how Robin laid, fully clothed, submerged in the Dreamscape’s bathtub, her body limp and lifeless, a stark contrast to the vibrant energy that had once animated her every movement every time she’s on stage singing and dancing to her audience.

He could never fail to recall the large gash that marred her chest, a glowing scar that pulsed with an otherworldly pink-blue light.

He would never, ever forget how Robin began to dissipate in front of his eyes, her form dissolving into a cascade of iridescent bubbles that shimmered and danced in the air, her essence fading into nothingness as if she had never existed.

As the last of the bubbles dissipate into thin air, nothing remains but an empty bathtub and a lingering sense of unease.

Sunday’s words were overshadowed by the weight of the revelation that had just been dropped into Caelus’s lap.

Sunday’s sister is… gone, just like his close acquaintance, Firefly.

The same tragic fate, the same cruel twist of fate had taken away both of their loved ones. And here he was, face to face with someone who was going through the same pain and loss that he had, not so long ago.

As the weight of the revelation sinks in, Caelus felt a pang of empathy tug at his heartstrings, a deep sense of sadness for Sunday's plight. He could see the pain etched in the lines of his face, the raw emotion simmering beneath the surface, ready to spill over.

Is that why he called for me? Caelus thinks it through in his mind. No, I still need to wait. Maybe it’s for something else.

“You are quite easy to read, trailblazer.” Sunday’s words cause Caelus to reel himself back to reality. Just then, he notices how Sunday’s stare intensifies slightly in interest. “You can confide in me, if you wish.”

“Sorry,” Caelus lets out a chuckle, trying to reduce the tension in the room. “I was just.. Thinking of all of those innocent people who were… gone. Just like that.”

“I know.” Sunday’s wings slump around his neck. “I’m still… trying to not get it into my head. A leader should have a clear head if they want to get things done, after all.”

As much as Caelus wants to reach out to Sunday, to put his hand on Sunday’s shoulder in a gesture of silent solidarity, he could sense that asking or saying anything about Robin’s situation would be unwise.

He retracts his hand back into his lap.

“Mr Sunday, I know we only met twice. Once, at the hotel lobby, and the other time when I fell down at the Golden Hour.” Caelus says easily. “But, as an Astral Express member, I would like to extend my help to you. If you ever do need any kind of assistance, big or small, I’m here for you. We all will. You can count on me.”

Wow, that’s probably the most mature response I’ve ever said! Caelus thought to himself and smiles.

Meanwhile, Sunday's heart aches for a minute, because he so desperately wants to be taken care of.

But he is the Oak Family's leader and a representative of The Family of Penacony. Allowing someone else to care for him in any capacity would reveal a weakness he cannot admit to himself. He must always uphold the integrity of his position.

“I do not need to be taken care of,” Sunday says, managing to keep his tone gentle, almost neutral. “But I appreciate your offer, nonetheless.”

“Of course not.” Caelus rubs the back of his neck, thinking how lamely his words must have sounded.

“But, sometimes,” Caelus continues. “It’s better to take a break and let someone close to you help you out, especially to those you can trust.”

Sunday is not a fool. Never is, never was, never will. He catches the underlying genuine kindness in Caelus’s words, and his instincts scream at him to accept. To hug Caelus in his arms, to lay himself in Caelus strong and capable hands–

No.

Penacony cannot afford Sunday’s divided attention. A pawn under the Dreammaster or not, the result remains the same: Sunday has maintained Penacony, and, now, must maintain it even more. He cannot allow himself to be distracted, especially when Robin– his sister, the only one he can trust, his only kin, the other remaining survivor from the aftermath of the Stellaron Disaster, disappeared without much clues.

Asking someone else from The Family to fill his papers would be absurd.

A leader should never be weak.

He cannot rely on anyone but himself.

Yet… the wings behind his ear inches forward, wishing for salvation for someone’s touch and comfort, even if he only met the trailblazer for the third time.

“Oh, by the way. I found this card, and I think it belongs to you.” Caelus takes the card out of his jacket pocket, and hands it to Sunday.

Pulling himself back to the conversation this time, Sunday takes a glance at it, and shakes his head. “Keep it, you should have it instead.”

“Oh, is that really… okay?”

Sunday's touch on Caelus's hand was gentle and tentative, as if he was afraid to intrude on the trailblazer’s grief, but wanted to offer some small measure of comfort in his time of need.

Wait, his hands are so elegant.

A kind thought. Caelus allows himself an indulgent smile— as much in response to the thought as the way Sunday holds his hand above Caelus’s hand, allowing Caelus to adjust his hold. “Of course, you are part of the Astral Express after all.”

I can’t believe how perfect his hands are. So slender and delicate…

This obsession with Sunday’s hands is a curious thing. Caelus cannot help but wonder about his wrist—

“Were you wondering why you have that invite card on you?” Again, it seems that Sunday, the Halovian man’s words, would always reel Caelus back to reality, lulling him in.

Caelus blinks in confusion, then the cogs and gears turn into his head.

“Right! The card, I found it after I got attacked, and–”

Realisation dawns on Caelus as Sunday releases his grip on Caelus’s hand, rubbing his thumb and middle finger into his temples as he sits back at his seat.

“...You’re the one that saved me.”

Sunday lets out a soft chuckle, one that sounds smooth– like warm and sweet vocal cords. “Indeed, I was the one that rescued you. But, no need to worry too much. I have also dealt with the other monsters from the surrounding area.”

“Thank you so much for saving me,” Gratitude swims in Caelus’s heart. “Mr. Sunday.”

“Just call me Sunday.” Sunday smiles warmly. “No need to be formal with me.”

“Then, Sunday– ”

Sunday did not realise how need and desire braids together in his gut the moment someone like the grey-haired trailblazer calls out his name, how achingly sweet it sounds.

“How did you defeat them?” Stars twinkle in Caelus’s eyes, pumping his fists in excitement. “I want to know!”

Sunday ponders in his seat for a moment, then looks back at Caelus, his expression inscrutable. “Well, it’s all thanks to my power.”

“Is it really that powerful?”

Sunday considers his words carefully, his face giving nothing away. “Powerful? Yes, it’s powerful. But it can be a double-edged sword, capable of great strength, but also great danger.”

“Danger to who, exactly?” Caelus asks another question.

Sunday’s eyes flicker with a dark intensity. “To those who wield it, it is a great responsibility. If misused, it can lead to corruption and destruction.”

“Well, with someone like you,” Caelus gives him a soft smile. “I’m sure that you won’t do anything bad to it.”

Sunday gives a single, sharp nod.

“Yes, it’s not a power to be taken lightly.”

“Then, what kind of power is it? Can you use it right now for demonstration?” Caelus asks again.

Sunday pauses for what felt like a minute or so, studying Caelus with an intense gaze. “Are you sure you wish to know the power I wield for the Family?”

Caelus, as oblivious as he can be sometimes, nods eagerly in response. “Well, it would be cool to know! Maybe I can learn a few tricks from you and that I can defend myself and my companions more!”

“...If you say so.”

Before Caelus notices how Sunday’s smile looks much wider, Sunday chants out the prayer out loud.

Oh, Triple-Faced Soul, please sear his tongue and palms with a hot iron, so that he will not be able to fabricate lies and make false vows. Under the light of the Harmony, all wickedness is revealed. I implore THEM to shed THEIR light, and I’ll ask you questions on THEIR behalf.

The feeling of unease creeps over Caelus like a shroud, suffocating him. His gaze is locked with Sunday's, as he is drawn inexorably into the depths of Sunday's yellow irises with purple pupils.

A shiver runs down his spine as he feels a strange sensation wash over him, as if tendrils of smoke are weaving their way through his mind, clouding his thoughts and obscuring his perceptions. It was as if he was being dragged into a trance, his willpower crumbling under the weight of an unknown force.

His body feels heavy and sluggish, as if he were moving through molasses, each step a herculean effort. He could feel the colours swirling around him, vibrant and chaotic, a messy wet painting of colours that dances around his eyesight in a dizzying display.

“What is this…?” Caelus asks out a whisper to Sunday, who reclines in his armchair, legs crossed.

His hand moved in a circular motion, causing the red liquid to swirl in the glass in his hand. In the dimly lit room, his eyes glowed like molten gold as he stared intently at the scene in front of him.

Sunday was truly the epitome of elegance.

“Sunday, answer me– Ugh…” Desperate to break free from the grip of whatever power the Halovian man held him captive, Caelus tries to shake his head, to resist the hypnotic pull that threatened to consume him whole.

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xasha777 · 7 months ago

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In the aftermath of the Galactic Reconstruction era, when the cosmos were healing from the Great Starfall, there lived a woman named Liora, renowned across the planets for her ethereal beauty and wisdom. She belonged to the Celestials, a race of beings who had guided the universe through the turmoil of reconstruction.

Liora’s home was the floating Azure Enclave, a sanctuary that orbited the reborn world of Elysion. With skin that seemed to be kissed by the very nebulae and eyes that shimmered with the light of newly formed stars, she was a living embodiment of the peace that had been hard-won.

It was the Night of Moons, an event that occurred once every millennium when all the moons aligned, casting a radiant glow over Elysion. Liora stood at the heart of the Enclave, wearing a gown woven from the silken threads of comet tails, a dress that flowed like the rivers of time itself.

On this night, she was to engage in the Rite of Remembrance, an ancient ceremony that honored the sacrifices made during the Reconstruction era. The great war had left scars across the galaxy, tearing worlds apart, both physically and spiritually. The Celestials, with their advanced knowledge and understanding of the cosmos, had been the architects of healing, reshaping planets, reigniting suns, and stitching the fabric of space back together.

As Liora began the rite, the stars seemed to pulse in rhythm with her words. Each syllable was a note in the symphony of the cosmos, each gesture a dance with gravity itself. The Enclave’s inner chamber, a living mural of moving constellations, illuminated her figure, casting her shadow long and mysterious across the crowd of Celestials gathered to witness the event.

The ceremony reached its climax as Liora summoned the essence of the stars, her hands weaving patterns in the air, creating a vortex of cosmic energy. This was her gift, the power to channel the raw materials of space to catalyze life and healing. The vortex expanded, enveloping the Enclave, reaching out across space to touch the worlds still scarred, still aching from the past.

A hush fell as the energy dissipated, leaving a trail of sparkling stardust. The audience, made of beings who had lived through countless cycles of creation and destruction, were reminded of the fragile beauty of peace. It was a message not just of remembrance, but of warning – the universe was a tapestry of delicate threads, each one essential to the whole.

Liora's legacy was not just the beauty and serenity she exuded, but the wisdom that radiated from her every action. She was the keeper of stories, the memory of what had been lost, and the hope of what was yet to come. Her tale would be woven into the cosmic legends, a narrative of light overcoming darkness, and of a universe forever in the process of becoming.

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galactic rim (n) - daeman (D) galaxy (n) - cehlaer (D) gallant, brave (adj) - ssaedhe galley (n) - metrain (D) game (n) - brisaer (D) game, play (n) - yyhle* (D) game of stones and sticks traced back to Ancient Vulcan (n) - d'elo (D) game of wits and riddles (n) - lhi (D) garbage, trash material (also an insult) (n) - ryak'na (D) gargle (v) - debaere (D) gas (form of matter) (n) - aegein (D) gate, door, barrier (n) - itaeru (D) gathering, assembly (n) - bresasam (D) gear, equipment (n) - putaere (D) genealogist (n) - Sad'onnav genealogy (n) - Sad'onna

general, nonspecific (adj) - khrein general (rank) (n) - Daeus (D) genesis (n) - defaehre (D) genius (n) - folium (D) get (v) - koai (D) get out, flee (v) - culaina (D) ghost (monster-), nightmare (n) - aehallh gift, present (n) - pehai (D) gift, talent (n) - demhos (D) girl (n) - daeftan (D) give, yield, bestow (v) - bont give unwillingly (v) - bontdet (D) give up, surrender (v) - legare* (D) give willingly (v) - bontwe (D) give, add (v) - mnyiener give, present (v) - pehai* (D)

glad (adj) - oelh glad, happy, cheerful (adj) - viduus (D) glass (material) (n) - urhillh glass (tumbler) (n) - graihh (D) glide (v) - vadas glider (n) - vadasko glove (n) - maens (D) glow (v) - dellae (D) go (v) - urri, urr go to (imp. v) - urru fig. "Go!, Engage!, Do it!" (v suffix) - hna'h, hnahn goal (n) - delairus (D) god (n) - nouhha (D) gold (n) - iseehj golden, gold-colored (adj) - isaehj'ey

gone, all gone (adj) - urrhaa (D) good (adj) - dignair (D) good (excl) - daelft (D) good, correct, satisfactory (inf->sup adj) - mnek'nra good, correct, satisfactory (sup->inf adj) - mnekha goodbye, farewell (informal v) - llaet'rrh* (D) goodbye, hello, greetings, farewell (int) - jolan'tru goodbye, lit. "be well" (int) - bedah; goodbye forever, bedaoi gossip, rumor (n) - linae (D) gossip, rumor (v) - linae* (D) govern (v) - jahaere (D) government (n) - jahkaer (D) government, Tricameron (n) - sei Hehllirh

gown (n) - mohaes (D) grab, take, seize (v) - hwiua (D) graceful, lithe, swift (adj) - arrenhe graceful, elegant, beautiful (adj) - verelan graduate (v) - enerredh grain (n) - krataen (D) a Vulcan grain, ingredient in ale (RW 168) (n) - kheh grammar (n) - partair (D) grand, great (prefix) (adj) - d' (D) grass, sprout (n) - khuea gratified, pleased (adj) - aeher (D) grave (n) - haein (D) Great Brothers, Preservers; ancient species believed to have seeded many forms of intelligent life throughout the galaxy; worshipped as gods in one Rihannsu religion. (n) -*D'ravsai (D)

great, grand (prefix) (adj) - d' (D) great, wonderful (adj) - dynt (D) greedy (adj) - naegare (D) greedy, bloated, fat, corpulant (adj) - slykhe (D) green, blood-colored (adj) - ehrie (D) green (yellowish) (adj) - saiy greeting, informal; also h'yallh* if greeting multiple people (v) - h'yhaa* (D) greetings, farewell, hello, goodbye (int) - jolan'tru gripe (v) - monaeta (D) ground, establish, base (v) - meraere (D) ground, land, terra firma (n) - khhiu (D) grounds, property (n) - eirhiss (D)

group (n) - efvir group, party (n) - daenn (D) grove, forest; any group of trees (n) - kustais (D) grow beyond, leave behind, cast off/out/away (v) - haenither gruel-like, thin, greasy soup (n) - ghleten, gletten guard (n) - morairi (D) guard (v) - morairi* (D) guard, watch, tend (v) - klhu (D) guardian (n) - theirr guess (n) - mondae (D) guess (v) - mondae* (D) guest (n) - pinhere (D) guide, lead (v) - nodaire* (D) guide, leader (n) - nodaire (D)

guilty (adj) - pictae (D) gun, handgun (n) - pailus (D) gunner (n) - pilaih (D) gunpowder (n) - pailiir (D) gut, slice open, disembowel (v) - hallish

Romulan Dictionary

So I went looking for this site and it appears to be down now, probably a casualty to the whole geocities thing. I wish I could credit the original author (trraith according to the document I have), if anyone has a direct link/is this person please hit me up. Otherwise, please enjoy the English->Rihannsu (Romulan) dictionary. To keep this from spiraling and taking up someone's whole dash, I will be replying with cuts for each letter (Z and X had no entries at the time of my saving this. If there is a more updated version of this list I would love to hear about it.) Please reblog the final entry only, I will pin it.

abandon, lose (v) - ehlu (D) ability (n) - alehu (D) able (adj) - aled above, area above (n) - aerrh (D) absent (adj) - nuhur (D) abundance, great supply (n) - aefau abuse (n) - aehyy* (D) abuse, hurt, injure (v) - dirhae (D) abuse, misuse, ill-treat (v) - aehyy (D) abused, injured, hurt (adj) - gustai (D)

Academy, military training center (n) - Phi'lasasam (D) accelerate (v) - reuvh (D) accept (v) - neiss (D) acceptance (n) - oann (D) access (n) - kheah (D) accidentally, by accident (adv) - oiidh (D) accommodate (v) - awhae (D) accompany (v) - haodt (D) accomplish (v) - arhoe (D) accomplish, perfom, do, carry out (v) - sthe

accomplished, skilled (adj) - hnnial (D) accomplished, finished (adj) - cufhae (D) accomplishment (n) - raon (D) accord (n) - hoaer (D) accumulate (v) - taith (D) accusation (n) - bhuut (D) accuse (v) - swuil (D) ache (n) - rheis (D) ache (v) - rheis* (D) achieve (v) - khuea (D) achieve, arrive, attain (v) - dhaie (D)

achievement (n) - rhaarh (D) acid (n) - nnoihr (D) acquire (v) - kaeth (D) act, behave (v) - kla act, deed (n) - grukhai act, take action, do (v) - irea (D) actually (EA 11) (adv) - rhaau add (arithmetic) (v) - llifv (D) add, give (v) - mnyiener address, lecture (n, v) - dochai* (D)

adjacent or neighboring area, area beside (n) - ieuhh (D) adjust (v) - aorre (D) administer (v) - haidh (D) administration (n) - daesn (D) administrator (n) - fvrihai admiral, senior commander (n) - enriov admire (v) - eirai (D) adroit, ready, skillful (adj) - hnaai (D) advance (v) - onnta (D) advanced, highly developed (adj) - duimn (D)

adversary, sworn enemy (n) - jihmn (D) adversary, opponent (n) - retaenir (D) advise (v) - aueth advise/answer a query, "advise me" (v) - auethn advisor (n) - auethnen advocate, one who speaks for another in court (n) - raihiw'sheh (D) affirm (to be true), assert (EA 0) (v) - yie aft (n) - aehf (D) after, afterwards (prep) - aihkh (D) after (RW 25) (adv) - rheh afternoon (n) - aihkhmiite (D)

again (EA 12) (adv) - hlun aged, old (adj) - ira agency (n) - dhaehhr (D) agent, instrument, cause (n) - iarr'voi (D) agent, representative, intermediary (n) - lehrei aggressive (adj) - khied (D) ago, hence (adj) - lhai (D) agonizer, Klingon agonizer (n) - fveolh (D) agony (n) - iolae (D) agree, assent (v) - rhai

agree, match (v) - aekhra (D) agreeable, amicable, friendly (adj) - khedak agriculture (n) - aellae (D) aid (v) - nveim (D) aid, help (n) - solaere (D) aid, help (v) - solaere* (D) aide (n) - kaidha aide-de-camp (n) - hmnial (D) air (not the Element) (n) - lhael air, breeze, wind (n) - mosaram (D)

Air, the Element (n) - Jaeih airlock (n) - fveill (D) alarm (n) - bhaie (D) ale ingredient, a Vulcan grain (RW 168) (n) - kheh alert (n) - nhyrh* (D) alert, warn (v) - nhyrh (D) alerted, prepared (adj) - alleik* (D) alert, prepare oneself, be vigilant (v) - alleik (D) alien (adj) - yikh alien (n) - ssouh (D)

alien or stranger, lit. neighbor (derog.) (n) - vaehkh (D) all, exclusively, solely (adj) - fortnepas (D) all (RW 58) (pron) - oiuu'n all gone (adj) - urrhaa (D) all's well (RW 58) (sup-inf phrase) - oiuu'n mnekha

Fig. "Alls'-well?", lit. "Advise me [whether] all is well" (formal, inf.-sup. phrase) (RW 58) - Aeuthn qiu oaii mnek'nra?

all, entirety, whole (EA 0) (n) - en all, everything (pron) - qiuu, qiuu'n, qiu (oaii) alliance (n) - kaehht (D) allow, permit (v) - hisl (D) allow, have, permit (v) - vhuin ally (n) - dhaekav alone (adj) - eial (D) alphabet, the Rihannsu writing system (n) - efveimne (D) also (conj) - oi (D) alter (v) - aimnaa (D)

alternate, substitute, proxy (n) - hlomaus (D) altitude (n) - mniue (D) always (adv) - diamn (D) ambassador (n) - llairhi ambassador, diplomat (n) - kiitha ambition, hubris, extreme pride (n) - mhr'vaat (D) amicable, friendly, agreeable (adj) - khedak ammunition (n) - saedi (D) analysis (n) - temnei (D) analyze (v) - hnnai (D)

ancestor (n) - orheika (D) ancestry, blood (fig.), temperament (n) - plaeh (D) ancient (adj) - ulhei (D) and (RW 25) (conj) - u' angel (n) - jhu (D) anger (n) - dhuil (D) angle (geometric) (n) - meraehh (D) angry, mad (adj) - mnaae (D) angst, pain (n) - uan animal (n) - ahlh (D)

bird (in general) (n) - dhael bird(s), flightless and edible, ostrich-like - hlai(in); hlai'hwy, domesticated bird, hlai'vna, wild bird bird native to ch'Rihan, Rihannsu-sized and carnivorous (n) - mogai (D) small venomous bird (n) - nei'rhh cockroach (n) - nhaidh (D) a hyena-like animal (n) - sseikea a pet (n) - fvai(in) a wolf- or wolverine-like animal (n) - thrai(in) a worm (n) - kllhe edible ostrich-like bird (n) - hlai(in) weasel-like vicious predator (n) - hnoiyika(r)

annihilate (v) - rhioy announce, reveal (v) - doprae (D) announce, proclaim (v) - lihr announce the presence/ arrival (sup.-inf.) (v) - oal'lhlih announcement (n) - veiht (D) annoy (v) - ebhae (D) annoy, hassle, bother (v) - daehhra (D) annoyance, hassle, problem (n) - daetra (D) another (pron) - koemae (D) another (EA 11) (adj prefix) - hra'

answer (n) - aednae answer (n) - dhroi* (D) answer (v) - dhroi (D) antecenturion, subcenturion (Starfleet ensign) (n) - erein antidote against artificial poisons (n) - ssifefva antidote against natural poisons, antivenin (n) - ssifegho antimatter (n) - nvihha (D) any (of a group), any one, whichever (pron) - ehrr (D) any way (corr) - khrisa any, some (adj) - siufve (D)

anybody, somebody (pron) - rilhta (D) anyone (corr) - isaeha for any reason (corr) - ievoi anything (corr) - khru anything (n) - eriuu anytime (corr) - khefv anywhere (corr) - khira apartment (n) - takas'rhe apartment building (n) - takas apology (n) - veherr

"Non-Apology" (RW 133) (n) - Vehe'rrIhlan

appear, build up, take form (v) - hhwai (D) appear, come (v) - mayri appear, seem, look (v) - hhaetn (D) ascribe, blame, attribute (v) - aerlhi (D) apprehensive, worried, nervous (adj) - aaemir (D) approach, propose, request (v) - ekhau (D) approach, close in, get closer, come nearer (v) - iurrhi (D) approach, near, come (unexpectedly) (EA 11) (v) - mrei archway (n) - gaih area beside, neighboring or adjacent area (n) - ieuhh (D)

area next to (n) - hhaehh (D) area, district (geographical) (n) - hiudh (D) area, district (political) (n) - kaisu (D) area, vicinity, premises (EA 11) (n) - lai area (large), region (n) - kalanam, calanam argue (v) - iyhwe (D) argument, fight, brouhaha (n) - fhaihuhhru arm (body part) (n) - haenhe (D) arm, offshoot, branch (n) - ahtma armed, as in "disruptor armed," or "ya-ie'yakk" (adj) - ya (D)

arms (small), weapons (n) - teidr (D) army (n) - draao (D) around (prep, adv) - hraefva around (prep, w/nom) - sevihf arrangement or contract, unfair or too restrictive (colloq), chain, currency unit (n) - takhse arrest (v) - iera (D) arrival (n) - oali arrive, achieve, attain (v) - dhaie (D) arrive, get somewhere (v) - hilai

art (n) - lvhiet artisan, craftsman (n) - aethhon as far as, to, until (prep) - ru (D) ascend (v) - vailiu (D) ashamed (adj) - urhae (D) ashen (adj) - rehillh ask, question (v) - nihroi (D) ask, request (v) - stheirhn assault (n) - arkhiann assemble (v) - paeti (D)

assembly (of people) (n) - aetheaa (D) assembly (of objects) (n) - bressas assembly (n) - paeti* (D) assembly, gathering (n) - bresasam (D) assent, agree (v) - rhai assert, affirm (to be true) (EA 0) (v) - yie assets, money, wealth (n) - iaehhs (D) assist (v) - irhis (D) assist, serve, help (v) - etrhei (D) assistant (n) - diserhn (D)

asteroid (n) - ihrh (D) at that time (corr) - astev at, on, in (prep, w/nom) - hrrau, h'rau atomic (as elementary particles) (adj) - fvinnash atop (post, w/nom) - mibh attache (n) - lleifven attack (v) - errhi (D) attain, arrive, achieve (v) - dhaie (D) attempt (v) - eidae (D) attend me, hear me (phrase) - vaed'rae

attend, care for, minister to (v) - aihei attend, heed (v) - vaedn attention, pay attention (v) - aemni (D) attitude-control thrusters (n) - itheil (D) attractive (adj) - l'lorel'ei* (D) attribute, blame, ascribe (v) - aerlhi (D) authority, power (legal/social) (n) - efveh (D) authority, commission (n) - eireth avenge (n) - kholhr avenger (n) - ra'kholh

awake (adj) - khumae (D) award (n) - sagomh* award (v) - saghomh away from (prep) - uaenn (D) away team (n) - ahyan (D)

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zinzinina · 3 years ago

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Pairing: Grand Admiral Thrawn x GN!Reader Length: 1k words Rating: Teen Warnings: Non-explicit sexual inferences

Happy Birthday, my beautiful @clanoffetts! Thank you for being you. Your friendship and talent are incredible gifts, so I hope this little drabble offers something in the way of reciprocation. I hope your day is filled with all the things that bring you joy! x

You run the tips of your fingers lightly over the edge of the painting. “This isn’t your usual style, Grand Admiral.”

And it isn’t. Shades of rose bruising into plum, darkening to grey at the edges. The vaguest outline of a woman’s nude figure, leaning against a balcony as she gazes outward into dawn, or dusk. It’s stormy, dreamlike and… entirely too romantic for his collection.

“No. But I would like to hear your impression all the same.” He stands beside you, one graceful hand resting lightly on your waist as you examine the piece.

You shiver at the closeness of his smooth voice and try to gather your thoughts. “Alright. My best guess is… Behpour, or nearby. Naboo maybe. Definitely the Chommell sector.” You glance sideways and his slight nod encourages you to continue. “It’s relatively modern. I’ll say… five hundred years? Or even less. The artist had some technical skill but the brushstrokes make me think they weren’t exactly a master. Classically-taught, probably, but out of practise.”

His lips are curving gently upward, deep crimson appraising your face with something like affection. “As usual, ch’eo visahot, you are correct. This piece is of some significance to the people of Naboo. It was created during the reign of Queen Immilla, shortly before the Great Time of Peace. Are you familiar with her story?”

You frown, shaking your head. You don’t like not knowing an answer to one of his questions. You want him to keep praising you; for him to recognise the thoroughness of your studies. As though he can sense your disappointment, his tone softens. “I would not expect you to know this. It is not common knowledge, even for those as studious as yourself.” His eyes glint warmly at you as he continues. “But I believe the story is one that will interest you.”

He gently lowers his fingers along the length of your arm until he cups your hand in his own, turning you to face the painting once more.

“Immilla was adored by her subjects, to which the songs and stories can attest. However, there was a scandal shortly into her second year of service and she simply… disappeared. Some accounts say she was assassinated by a political rival, others that she fell ill with a mysterious virus and the palace attempted to conceal the truth lest panic erupt among the general populace.” He sounds calm, as always, but for reasons you don’t understand, your heart has begun to race.

“What really happened?” you ask. His fingers are wrapped lightly around your wrist. He doesn’t need to feel the thrum of your pulse to know how his closeness affects you; you’re sure the heat radiating from your skin is visible even to human eyes.

“The truth is not known. Most of the accepted explanations are no more than mere speculation. But there is a crucial detail commonly omitted from record: one of the Queen’s handmaidens also disappeared.”

Your gaze returns to the curves in the painting, the outline of a rounded thigh, up to the gentle bunching of soft skin at the waist. You only know a little about the traditions and protocols of the royal house of Naboo. You’ve heard of the Royal Academy of Theed, where young people from respected houses are educated in everything from galactic legislation to traditional music in the hope they may earn a coveted position at the palace.

He continues. “The handmaiden did not leave much behind. Some personal effects; a comb, a sleeping robe. Several pots of sketching pigments, brushes… and, it was rumoured, a painting; long thought to have been lost.”

You notice for the first time how elaborate the detail on the balcony’s railing is. It is not the focus of the painting; the eye is naturally drawn to the woman’s figure. But there is enough in the surroundings to suggest opulence. Tiny starflowers climbing one of the columns supporting the edges of the balcony. Polished, veined stones underfoot.

“They ran away together,” you murmur to yourself.

His hand leaves your own to carefully press a strand of hair from beside your face, arranging it behind your ear. His fingers linger on the edge of your jaw, and you shiver again.

“How did you get this? What are you going to do with it?” They’re stupid questions, and you don’t really expect him to answer. He has his own ways of producing the impossible, and most of the time his complex plans are invisible to you. But he answers anyway.

“It is a gift. It would have been the anniversary of your birth, if we were to account for equivalent planetary time. Or so I understand.” You blink. Of course he’d know this. It’s easily available in your enlistment file; the information isn’t even classified. You’re just surprised that he cared enough to check.

It’s extravagant, and impractical, and at first you think it’s a joke. “Thra- uh, sir. It’s… incredibly generous, but I don’t exactly have the space for art in my cabin. And I don’t know how I would explain its appearance to anybody who might ask.” And something this rare and precious would be wasted, probably damaged, shoved in the back of my storage locker, you silently add.

He nods once, his response coming as easily as though he hadn’t even needed to think about it. “Which is why I have already made the necessary arrangements to have the piece installed here, where it will be adequately preserved. You may visit whenever you wish, with or without me present.”

You look up sharply. He means you can visit to see the painting, whenever you want. But it sounds like the invitation is a little more open-ended than that. He’s giving you free access to his private stateroom… at any time. You no longer need to await his summons to see him, unsure anew every time he’d sent you a request whether it had been because he wanted your company or simply your body.

Unsticking your tongue from the roof of your mouth, you fight to keep your voice even. “Why did you choose this for me?”

He tilts his head curiously, red eyes on yours. When he speaks, his mild tone sounds as though he expected that you already knew this answer. “Because, vutucni. It is...” he pauses, searching for the correct words. “A love story.”

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rosesinspirationandreference · 3 years ago

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1. Gaia 2. Gain 3. Galactic 4. Galaxy 5. Gamble 6. Game 7. Gamer 8. Gangster 9. Garage 10. Garbage

11. Garden 12. Garland 13. Garnet 14. Gaslighting 15. Gasoline 16. Gates 17. Gathering 18. Guardian 19. Gazing 20. Gears 21. Geek 22. Gemstones 23. Generation 24. Generosity 25. Genesis 26. Genetic 27. Genie 28. Genius 29. Gentle 30. Gentleman 31. Germinating 32. Getaway 33. Ghetto 34. Ghost 35. Gibberish 36. Giddy 37. Gift 38. Giggle 39. Gilded 40. Gingerbread 41. Girlfriend 42. Giving 43. Glacier 44. Glances 45. Glare 46. Glass 47. Gleaming 48. Glee 49. Gliding 50. Glimpse 51. Glitch 52. Glitter 53. Glorious 54. Glory 55. Gloves 56. Glow 57. Glue 58. Glutton 59. Goblet 60. Godzilla 61. Goggles 62. Gold 63. Goldfish 64. Gone 65. Good 66. Goodbye 67. Goodnight 68. Goosebumps 69. Gorgeous 70. Gossip 71. Gothic 72. Grace 73. Graceful 74. Graduation 75. Grains 76. Grand 77. Grandparents 78. Grasp 79. Grass 80. Gratification 81. Gratitude 82. Grave 83. Gravedigger 84. Gravitation 85. Gravity 86. Gravy 87. Gray 88. Grease 89. Great 90. Grateful 91. Greed 92. Green 93. Greetings 94. Grenade 95. Grey 96. Grief 97. Griffin 98. Grilled 99. Grime 100. Grins 101. Groceries 102. Groovy 103. Grounded 104. Group 105. Groupie 106. Growing 107. Guarded 108. Guardian 109. Guessing 110. Guidance 111. Guilt 112. Gum 113. Gunpowder 114. Gutless 115. Gutter 116. Gymnastics

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galactic-gift-gathering · 17 days ago

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Hello, and welcome to the first episode of Star Wars: Would You Rather!

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We love this question because it is cute, warm and cozy…and it’s so hard to choose (which is always fun for the debate aspect of the game 😏)!

Would you rather build a gingerbread house with Tech or bake cookies with Wrecker??

Tech would probably be able to build the BEST gingerbread houses…probably indestructible, definitely inedible (because using just frosting…that thing isn’t gonna last more than a day around the Batch!) — but you could keep it for years to come, so that’s a huge plus!!

Wrecker would be an absolute blast to bake cookies with! He’d make them so sweet your teeth will hurt just looking at them, but they would taste delectable…but everyone would have to take your word for it, because I doubt that with Wrecker present, those cookies will barely have time to cool before they’re happily eaten with a nice cold glass blue milk!

So, without further ado…

Promote your choice! The winner will be announced next Friday 🥳

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disneydeb1928 · 4 years ago

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One Piece Theory: The Treasure of Mary Geoise

The first time we hear about the existence of a treasure hidden in Mary Geoise is by Doflamingo,

“It’s because I know all about a crucial treasure… that exists within sacred Mary Goise!! And the very knowledge of its existence would shake the world to its foundations!! To them, I was the worst kind of fugitive… one with an ace up his sleeve! Once the Celestial Dragons realized they couldn’t kill me… they grew quite cooperative. If only I’d had the power of the op-op fruit in my grasp… On that specific day years ago… I would have been able to use of Marie Goise’ treasure to seize true world power!!!”

- Doflamingo, Chapter 761

We can garner, actually, quite a few things from Doflamingo’s speech. For starters, he calls it a “crucial” treasure. “Crucial” implies that whatever the treasure may be is, at the very least, very important (no duh!). However, “crucial” is a very particular word to choose. It alludes to a necessity – This treasure is imperative for the continuing success of something.

But for what?

While pirates, wars, and uprisings may cause the World Government annoyance, the events and people that appear to cause them the most alarm are those that challenge the status quo. They are absolutely terrified of the possibility that the world they’ve constructed in the last 800 years might be fall apart. The general Celestial Dragons fear this on a very topical level. They like the grandiose and morally ambiguous world they live in that gives them all the power. However, the Gorosei and Im-Sama tackle this on a much more hands-on level (See: Ohara Incident). It’s because of this, that I believe that the treasure is critical for maintaining the current state of affairs for the One Piece World.

Doflamingo then states that,

“If only I’d had the power of the op-op fruit in my grasp… On that specific day years ago… I would have been able to use of Marie Goise’ treasure to seize true world power!!!

The op-op fruit, as we know, can gift a person eternal youth (basically immortality) via the Perpetual Youth Surgery. Therefore, Doflamingo is saying that had he been immortal, he would have been able to use the treasure to take over the world. This implies one of two things:

1.) To seize true world power, would require a person to use the national treasure for a very long time (which would be possible as eternally youthful)

2.) A regular human would not be able to utilize the national treasure

Personally, I feel that the second option is more likely because it insinuates that only a very particular type of person is able to use the national treasure. Which would connect us to the new mysterious body of power in the One Piece World – Im-Sama.

Before the Reverie Arc, the Gorosei were the big bad bosses of the World Government. Shrouded in a lot of secrecy, they remain nameless to this day. The first several chapters of this arc, as well as comments made previously, built the Reverie up to be a nonpartisan gathering of world leaders. Oda emphasized this fact by focusing on the “empty throne”. So imagine our surprise, when only a few chapters later, we are introduced to Im-Sama (Ch. 906).

We first see them entering a freezing chamber deep within Pangea Castle with bounty posters in hand. Inside the chamber is a large straw hat. Fans immediately started to theorize that the giant straw hat must be the national treasure. Honestly, who is to say that it’s not, because at this point, anything is possible. However, with that being said, I doubt Oda would make it that literal – or that easy.

As I mentioned, this chapter – as well as the one afterwards – has spawned many a theory. Many have done a deep analysis of every page. There is little doubt that the straw hat is important. It would simply be too much of a coincidence (in relationship to Luffy) to be anything but a purposeful decision made on Oda’s part. However, I think the room Im-Sama enters, is of particular interest.

For starters, it appears as though there’s either steam in the air, or it’s freezing. If the whisps in the air are supposed to represent the cold, I believe – like many others – that this room’s purpose is to preserve something. If the straw hat is to be taken at face value, then it wouldn’t make sense to place it in a frozen room. I’m no expert on straw, but I’m pretty sure getting it wet constantly in the cold temperature wouldn’t lend itself to keeping it in pristine condition. No, I think it’s more likely that the giant straw hat has a connection to whatever is really being housed in that room.

So here it goes: It’s possible that the room is a crypt meant to preserve a person’s body. Honestly, in the world of One Piece, I don’t even think the person would necessarily have to be dead for them to be kept preserved. A la carbonite in Star Wars. If this is true, than it’s safe to say that whoever is being kept preserved is the true owner of that giant straw hat.

However, that begs the question, is this person even the treasure? Oda decided to introduce us to Im-Sama right after Doflamingo mentions the national treasure from his cell in Impel Down, saying,

“Isn’t it fine to reveal what it is already…? Power degrades quickly anyway… it rots away in no time at all…!! Fufufufu!!”

- Doflamingo, Chapter 906

“Why does it matter if it’s revealed now? Power doesn’t last long. It’ll rot faster than anything thinks!”

- Doflamingo, Episode 885

I think it’s interesting that Doflamingo choose the word “rot” to describe how power degrades because that’s usually how people describe a dead body. This could just be a coincidence, but Doflamingo has a sick sense of humor and I could see him finding this funny – especially if no one else knew.

With that being said, I don’t want to overlook the importance of his statement “power degrades quickly anyway”. Because, while at first I thought he was referring to the national treasure’s power degrading, I now believe he’s referring the World Government itself. It’s almost like he’s saying, that at this point it shouldn’t matter if the secret gets out, because it was going to eventually. No body of power can last forever no matter how much control you have – something Doflamingo knows intimately. It definitely fits the fatalistic mindset we’ve come to expect from Doflamingo.

However, that begs the question, what exactly can this treasure do? Why is it crucial for the World Government to have? At this point, we can only really speculate on what specific ability it has. However, I would wager a guess that it has something to do with controlling how people remember history.

In a separate post, I speak about how the World Government has remained in power for so long because of how they manipulate the population similar to that of the Galactic Empire in Star Wars. They rewrite history to paint themselves as heroes and then continue to monitor the news and information before it goes out to the people, which in turn, increases complicity.

I just think that if it were some great destructive device, that we would have seen it by now.

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officialleehadan · 4 years ago

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Knowledge Beloved

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Prompt: Lady Hoshi asks, and answers, some questions for Vree's Pride-cubs.

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“What is a dragon?”

“Have you met many people?”

“Are you very old?”

Vree watched with pleasure as his many pride-cubs delightedly mobbed Lady Hoshi, who filled a good part of the living space with her white scales, and was happily answering every question the cubs could come up with. He had been worried at first, it wouldn’t do to offend his draconic friend, but Lady Hoshi assured him that she adored children and was nearly impossible to offend.

(Dragons are beings of magic,) LadyHoshi was saying to Ga’pi, who had decided that his favorite place in the whole house was tucked between Lady Hoshi’s huge, white paws. (We are fire bound in scales. That is why we speak in flame. I have met a great many people in my life, and all of them have had wonderful stories to tell me, as all of you do, Meep. Yes, Za’ni, I am very old. A bit over thirty thousand years, in galactic years.)

Alright, Vree might be taking notes. The cubs were asking all the questions he never knew he wanted answers to. Ah, the imagination of cubs.

“What is Human-Earth like?” Kreet asked, utterly fearless and cuddled into Lady Hoshi’s mane, where he was firing questions as fast as he could come up with them. “Is it hot and dry like Ha’reet?”

(Some parts are,) Lady Hoshi said and playfully pinned him with one paw so she could groom his ears. He wiggled and squealed, but couldn’t get free. The rest of his littermates giggled at their antics. (My old friend Blaec, who I believe you’ve seen in your uncle’s presentation, broke shell in a place called Egypt, which is a desert very much like Ha’reet.)

“She’s very good with them,” Ah’ti noted from the door. She was busy whisking up the sauce for Vree’s favorite roasted pastries, He was helping whenever she needed another pair of hands, but mostly he was staying out of the way and keeping an eye on the cubs. “I wouldn’t have expected it, but I suppose there’s not much she isn’tgood at, is there?”

“I wouldn’t imagine so,” Vree agreed, noting each of the cub’s questions and the answers in his notes. “She Hoards knowledge, and she has had a very long time to practice. Also, as she and Lord Petros have told me, most immortal beings cherish children, because it is often difficult to have them.”

“Does Lady Hoshi have any of her own?”

“No.” Vree had asked during his visit to Earth and had been surprised by the answer. “She told me she has never met another dragon who pleased her enough to share a clutch with. Lord and Lady Petros don’t’ have children either.”

“Why not?”

“They never desired them, according to Lady Petros, although they certainly could have them, or could have long before now if they chose.”

Ah’ti watched, ears cocked attentively, as her litter peppered the ancient dragon with questions. Some were rude, but Lady Hoshi never seemed to mind and answered each question carefully even when it was an answer the cubs might not understand completely. Vree found himself enjoying the gentle sounds of the cubs giggling, and of Hoshi herself. Such a large being, of course, had a specific sound to her. The same low, rumble of her breathing was much quieter in Lady Hoshi than it was in Lord Petros, but it was the same sound of a furnace that Vree remembered.

“Come help me with the cha’ha’row. Grandmother’s recipe never goes right for me.”

“It’s because the recipe she wrote down isn’t right,” Vree told her and went about pulling down all the ingredients for the chewy, crunchy candy that was one of his favorite foods in two galaxies. “She bakes the crust half again as long, and nearly doubles the spices.”

“I should have known,” Ah’ti muttered, although she passed him the biggest mixing bowl and got out of his way. “Note the proper amounts for me, won’t you?”

“Of course,” Vree agreed, one ear still tilted towards the living space, which was visible over the long counter that separated the kitchen from the living area. It was vital for a pride-home when there were more than twenty people to feed, and limited space to feed them in. “I’ll keep an eye on things.”

Well, keep an ear on things, really. He could hear the children asking questions, and Lady Hoshi both answering, and asking questions of her own. That wasn’t a surprise. He knew she would like to get to meet the cubs and hear what they had to say. After all, the living experience of cubs was something that so few people ever wrote down. For a knowledge-hoarder, it was a gift beyond price.

Exactly what Vree hoped for when he invited the dragon to visit his home on Ha’reet.

(How are you educated?) Lady Hoshi was asking the cubs when Vree turned his attention to measuring out the spices for cha’ha’row. (I know that the rest of your pride-cubs are elsewhere.)

“We’re all starting basic school after Mid-Year,” Kreet told her brightly, still pinned but apparently content to stay that way as she carefully groomed his ears. “Most of our First-Litter started last year, but they were born right before the rains, so they got to go early.”

“And our Pride-cousins went three years ago,” Ga’pi added. “they’re all Auntie Meek’a and Uncle Zo’boh’s and they’re older.”

(You will join them soon,) Lady Hoshi promised her with a smile in her mental ‘voice’ that Vree could hear from across the room. (And perhaps when your Pride-mothers say you are old enough, you might come visit me. Now, gather around, and I will tell you a story of a very brave Ha’reet who looked up at a dragon god and asked him to give mercy where none was deserved.)

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I’m so mad I can’t post this from my other account but yea here you go heathen bby

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Happy anniversary from Mingi

“Kitten, I’m-” Uiyeon stops mid sentence, usually you’re right there the moment he walks in, happy to greet him with a kiss and hug, but you’re not, and he hates that. The clattering in the kitchen told him you were up to no good, the last mess you made a burnt cake. He only teases you for a week, sure, but it still hurts your pride. So here you were, covered in flour, icing a cake you’re sure doesn’t suck. Today was a big day, and you had to make sure at least the cake was edible even if dinner wouldn’t be. “Whacha doing?” Uiyeon wraps an arm around your middle and you jump, not sure when he had gotten home, you thought you had more time to at least clean and look like you weren’t wrestling the pillsbury dough boy.

“Making our anniversary a mess.” He snorts, kissing along the exposed skin of your neck. “Stop, I have to concentrate.” You poke a tongue out, determined to write ‘happy anniversary’ on the cake, but Uiyeon has separate ideas, latching onto your throat with no intention of letting up. He rolled his tongue over the hickies littering the skin, pressing his very hard cock to your ass. “Daddy,” was all you got before he’s shoving you over the counter, hand curled around the same expanse of skin he was kissing, he doesn’t lean in however, standing tall still.

“Kitten, I don’t need any of this.” He gives a wary glance at whatever is boiling on the stove, reaching to turn it off without moving his other hand. He squeezes gently. “Besides, short stack, you can’t cook. Not well on your own anyways.” Tears threaten to break from your eyes, you had messed up again and this time he was mad. He was so mad he refused to even let you stand at your height. A gentle hand on your bare thigh glides up between your legs. “I only need my kitten girl. My baby. My whore.” As he speaks, he wastes no time pushing a finger into you, moving your underwear to the side and the large t-shirt over your ass. “And as long as I have my baby, I’ll always be having a good day.” Soft kisses skim over your lower back, a tongue slipping past your cheeks to lap at your pussy. “Tastes so good for me. Do you want to know what I got you for today?”

“You got me something?” Now you really felt lousy, couldn’t make dinner and his gift wasn’t ready yet. “Daddy it’s okay I’m happy wi-”

Both Uiyeon’s hands leave you till he leaves the kitchen entirely, leaving you dazed and confused. “Come.” You hear him from the living room. You’re hesitant for only a fraction, “Now, kitten.” Then you’re scrambling, washing all the icing from your hands quickly to join him on the couch only for him to stop you. “No, pretty whores go where?” You smile, kneeling in front of his crossed legs. “You really are something else, baby.” He uncrosses them, careful not to hit you, he then leans down to kiss you fully, tongue and teeth. “Good girl, ready for that gift?” You nod, curious. Uiyeon was a great gift giver, from corsets to jewelry to trips, he really knew your tastes inside and out. Today was no different as he clasps a pink leather collar around your throat. It has some sort of fluff to it, and something hanging from the front that's cold, but you can see neither. “It says ‘Uiyeon’s’ because that’s who you are, mine.” He looks as lovingly into your eyes as possible. “Pretty, aren’t you?”

When you go to speak a hand firmly makes contact with your left cheek, the force dragging your head to the side. Uiyeon smooths his fingers over it before tucking your chin under his grasp and pulling your eyes back to him. He’s edging on the couch now, gathering your messy bun, seizing your face much closer to his, a wicked smile is the last thing you see before he’s throwing you back to the ground.

“On your knees but turn around— and take your underwear off, show me what’s mine.” Excitement drips from you like molten lava all too eager to show off daddy’s pretty pussy, pulling your panties off in record time. You can hear his whistle of approval at the sight: Uiyeon could get off watching you clench around nothing, cream falling straight to the floor, he could clearly see how stiff and swollen your clit was— it all drove him so mad. “Stay like that, be a good girl for me, okay?” You feel something with a point, cold and smooth, drag suddenly from your aching nerves to your desperate cunt, stopping to tease the hole before repeating the actions agonizingly slow, each pass adding more pressure. “A whore will get off on anything, hm?” Whatever he’s caressing you with comes to a halt on your clit again, pressing down till your breath catches and tears pool in your eyes. “Even a boot. Quite pathetic, dear.” You hear the smile, how entertaining he found all of this, you were about to orgasm on his damn boot for crying out loud— and you couldn’t seem to care less.

“Do you like being fucked by my boot, kitten?” You whine out a yes, almost forgetting yourself to jerk forward, anything to make him move his foot again. “Turn around and see the mess you created, slut.” A black, shiny boot has a thin coating of you clouding the color, your essence rolls back to his heel before finally falling off to the hardwood. “Clean it.” Nervous eye’s flick up to catch Uiyeon’s wide smile, he was serious. You look back down, unsure what he really means, were you to get a towel? You feel his grip on your head again, this time more painful, he finds behind your neck and squeezes, shoving your nose into his shoe. “I said clean it. With your dirty mouth. Do it while I ask nicely.” A pink tongue darts out, leather and you make an odd flavor, but soon you’re confident, tongue flat along the top till you can’t see anymore discharge. “Was that so hard, Princess?”

Uiyeon can’t help himself when it comes to your hair, he often pulls at it till your scalp is raw, but never this hard. He yanked at the bun you almost see stars, some hair tumbling into your sight, he’s not satisfied till you're in his crotch, face pressed against his hot cock. “Show me that throat, baby.” If sucking Uiyeon off were an Olympic sport, he’d give you gold everytime. The way you could slip him into your mouth deep till your tongue lightly fondles his balls is magic— the most taboo if you were to ask him. Drool pools into his lap when you go as deep as you can, choking haphazardly before pulling back up. “Fuck me with your throat.” Growing tired of the hairstyle you chose, long fingers work slowly to release your locs, threading them through in preparation; couldn't just recklessly come down your throat so soon. When you dare peek up, Uiyeon’s dark head is sprawled on the back of the couch, eyebrows knitting in lust, cherry lips parted and teeth clenched, soft moans emit on every thrust down your mouth takes.

“Get on top of me but turn around, I need to be in you.” Uiyeon sits up slightly, guiding your hips over his, slipping you on his thick cock, the intrusion welcomed, almost a relief on the pooling heat deep in your abdomen. When he’s sure he can’t fuck up into you further, the tall man gathers up your legs, essentially hugging you into a ball, trapping all your limbs in the circumference of his arms. “Perfect,” he breaths along your throat, lifting you up only to roughly push you back down. Your body goes slack, head falling back to his right shoulder, you feel your orgasm rip through you, spraying the floor and much of Uiyeon’s thighs. “So you like when I fuck you like a doll? Is that what you want to be next? My cocksleeve?” He sets a pace, lifting you just to hit at your sensitive g-spot, another orgasm building to break. “Gonna squirt on me again, filthy whore?” All you can do is nod dumbly, words only coming out as broken moans. “Aw, I know you’re not all fucked out already. Take me for just a bit longer, I’ll reward you.”

“Yes daddy.” Broken, slobbering, and sniffling as the answer was, Uiyeon pressed his lips to your temple, picking up tempo. Your chest burns with how hard it is to pull air into your lungs, every nerve was alive and on fire. Lewd sounds from your boyfriend ghost into your ear further humiliating you, you were tittering on a fourth orgasm, arms and legs starting to shake. He grunts as he comes first, tearing you from him once he’s emptied his seed into you.

The rapper lays you back on the couch, spreading your legs wide. His right hand spreads your nether lips and he watches how your pussy pulses, globe of his come rolling at each pulse. Slowly his fingers work the come back into you, your back arches, hips driving against his hand. “Relax, I said I’d reward you for doing so well, didn’t I?” You want so badly to look down, the overstimulation making it near impossible to even lift your torso let alone keep your eyes from rolling back, just to see how focus he must be fingering you like this, like he has all the time in the world to be in you. Warmth envelopes your clit and your hands shoot for the mop of black hair between your thighs. Two fingers scissor along your walls while Uiyeon spells out his name along your clit. J E O N— M I— you push the rapper back, body trembling and contorting in ways only he knew how to invoke. You can’t find your voice to moan, sputtering out gasps and sobs indiscriminately.

“Ah- I should’ve stopped when you first started that dumb look in your eye.” Soft kisses litter all over your body, starting at your left foot. He’s careful not to touch any sensitive flesh on his journey, however, that didn’t stop him from lapping gently at your neglected nipples, kissing each on his way to your lips. “Did I fuck my pretty girl stupid?” A cheesy grin meets you, though you’re still not sure your left from your right. “Shall we take a bath?” Uiyeon fingers at the pendant on your collar, “or perhaps I could stare at how messy and dirty you look? Might make me hard again, though.”

“M’bath.” You hum, body still surging on a galactic high. “Then sex again.”

“If that’s what you want.” He kisses you again, lifting you gently. You truly drove him half insane daily.

HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCK DHDFHDNNCCC FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK MEEEEEEEER FUCKING HOT COCK ON A POGO STICK THE WAY I COULDNT FUCKING BREATHE AT THAT BOOT PART YES DADDY ILL CLEAN YOUR BOOT ANY TIME YOU ASK FUCK ME HOLY SHIT I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT AND WHEN HE SPELT OUT HIS NAME ON YOUR CLIT OH GOD PLEASE FUCK AND HOLY SHIT SLAP ME ACROSS THE FUCKING FACE PLEASE DADDY OH MY FUCK I- I- PLEASE IM GONNA CRY I WANT I- MY PUSSY SAID ()•() IN DEFENSE I- FUCK HOLY SHIT I LOVE YOUR FUCKING BRAIN BABY I AM YOUR LIL HEATHEN BBY BUT I WANT UIYEON TO FUCKING OWN ME PLEASE FUCK ME DADDY HOLY FUCK...

Also I added the moodboard I hope that’s okay? And yes he’s a Mingi. I’ve said this before, I have a daddy Mingi and a baby Mingi. But fuck holy shit, this, I love this thank you so fucking much oh my god. The dirty talk hits so different now that I’ve 1. been extremely horny and 2. I’m into so much shit oh fuck. Yes Daddy Mingi please fuck me stupid fuck! THANK YOU SO MUCH BABIEEEE 💕💕💕💕💕

#imagine my SHOCK when i found out his name was in fact mingi #jeon mingi #how pretty of a name #uiyeon #uiyeon for u #smut #explict #im so sorry i wrote this #but im not #but its bad too #so sorry about thay #submission

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Here it is, the first Star Wars film, and it includes the characterizing variants of a significant number of the establishment's most well known characters, including energetic ranch kid Luke Skywalker (Mark Hamill), daring Princess Leia Organa (Carrie Fisher), and cocksure dealer Han Solo (Harrison Ford). Luke goes on an excursion of self-disclosure, and everybody unites trying to bring down the Death Star.

Star Wars: Episode V – The Empire Strikes Back

To a great extent considered the best of the Star Wars films (and in light of current circumstances), The Empire Strikes Back happens around three years after the occasions of A New Hope and finds our legends on the run from merciless Imperial powers. An insightful manikin named Yoda appears at train Luke in the methods of the Force, and Darth Vader uncovers reality to Luke that … 40-year-old spoiler alert … he is Luke's dad! (One of the negative marks of watching the movies in sequential request is that this exemplary bend gets demolished numerous movies ahead of time.)

Star Wars: Episode VI – Return of the Jedi

The last portion of the first set of three happens about a year after the occasions of Empire Strikes Back and includes the last a conflict between Luke, Vader, and Vader's lord – Emperor Palpatine (Ian McDiarmid), a Sith Lord who has been avoiding around the edges of the establishment since the start. Additionally included: A subsequent Death Star, a lot of brutal (however charming) teddy-bear-like animals called Ewoks, and an end to the Skywalker adventure that remained until …

Star Wars: Episode VII – The Force Awakens

32 years after the first cast wrapped up their fight against the Empire (and three years after Star Wars maker George Lucas sold his organization, Lucasfilm, to Disney), Hamill, Fisher and Ford got back to the crease for chief J.J. Abrams' continuation of the adventure. The center, notwithstanding, went to another age of legends and scoundrels, including Rey (Daisy Ridley), a helpless garbage dealer with a solid association with the Force, and Kylo Ren (Adam Driver), a covered hazard whose bloodline is profoundly established in Star Wars legend. The film happens around 30 years after the occasions of Return of the Jedi.

Star Wars: Episode VIII – The Last Jedi

Set straightforwardly after the occasions of The Force Awakens, Rey proceeds with her Jedi preparing under a hesitant Luke and structures an improbable bond with a tangled Kylo Ren, while the remainder of the Resistance – a Rebel Alliance-esque branch directed by Leia – retaliates against the First Order, the underhanded system that ascended to supplant the fallen Empire.

Star Wars: Episode IX – The Rise of Skywalker

Sovereign Palpatine has returned. (Truly!) And it's up to Rey and her spin-off set of three companions Poe (Oscar Isaac) and Finn (John Boyega) to save the universe unequivocally. Appearances are made by essentially every living adventure character (and surprisingly a portion of the dead ones), and the story wraps up the Skywalker adventure in epic design. Until further notice, in any case.

Star Wars Movies arranged by Release

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Watching the Star Wars films in the request for their delivery likewise has its advantages. You get a portion of the establishment's most grounded films front and center, and a few of its huge shocks are saved for their appropriate uncover. The delivery request is:

1. Star Wars: Episode IV – A New Hope (1977)

2. Star Wars: Episode V – The Empire Strikes Back (1980)

3. Star Wars: Episode VI – Return of the Jedi (1983)

4. Star Wars: Episode I – The Phantom Menace (1999)

5. Star Wars: Episode II – Attack of the Clones (2002)

6. Star Wars: Episode III – Revenge of the Sith (2005)

7. Star Wars: Episode VII – The Force Awakens (2015)

8. Rebel One: A Star Wars Story (2016)

9. Star Wars: Episode VIII – The Last Jedi (2017)

10. Solo: A Star Wars Story (2018)

11. Star Wars: Episode IX – The Rise of Skywalker (2019)

A few fans additionally propose a third method to watch the movies, now and again called "the cleaver request," which includes beginning with A New Hope and The Empire Strikes Back, at that point returning to watch the prequel set of three, preceding getting back to the regular delivery request with Return of the Jedi and proceeding to The Force Awakens from that point. The essential advantage to this request is it protects the Luke/Vader shock yet permits you to encounter Anakin's whole back-story prior to learning his definitive destiny.

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