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island-in-the-shadows · 9 months ago

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Truly, my sympathies to people watching IWTV and are getting tired/bored of different perspectives. I'm not bored or even remotely tired.

Interviews by their very nature are perspective based. The story has this specific framing. As did the first book. They added to it with Armand now being an active participant and Daniel being more seasoned at interviewing. I understand how Armand's very edited and hyperbolic take on events that Book Lestat describes in The Vampire Lestat rubs people the wrong way. I do think that one could argue the way Lestat writes his own autobiography is the objective truth (note Armand in his book does not contradict Lestat). However, sorry to say, there is never an objective truth. The truth is always subjective.

I was raised by a whole family of lawyers and if I learned anything is that you can spin things in any way, but an objective truth will never exist. Not in crime, not in person to person storytelling, not in fictional storytelling. Hell, viewers seeing the SAME show CANNOT come to a consensus. Why? Because we all put our thoughts, experiences, and feelings to it. That's all perspective.

We see Louis give Armand a kiss in bed. Some think aw domestic and cute. Some think Louis is deliberately withholding and rewarding Armand for good behaviour. Some saw the act they put on in E2 as some version of truth and domesticity and some think it's only an act. Some think Dreamstat is actual Lestat out there somewhere and some think it's Louis' conscience.

Yes, the narrative will confirm one thought or another on some things but not all of them. They're deliberately left up to interpretation. Something btw, Lestat urges the reader to do in TVL when he does not go into details about his time with Louis and Claudia. And part of that has to do with perspective.

We could have a straightforward narrative with no corrections and no perspectives. But would that be as interesting as seeing how minds that far exceed our own twist and bend and interpret events? Would it be as interesting as seeing a vampire who tells himself a story so that he can carry on living despite being miserable? Would it be as interesting as this vampire who tells himself a story get pushback on what he's saying by someone who notices errors and inconsistencies? Would it be an interview at all? Or would it be, as Daniel put it in the very first episode, "a fever dream told to an idiot."

If you want a straightforward non-challenging version of the story, the 1994 movie exists. It's not perfect and a lot of details are missing, but there's only one, unchallenged perspective to it. And even then...how many people didn't (want to) see the queerness in it?

TL;DR I get being frustrated or tired or bored by the way the show is trying to tell the story, but at least it's doing something a little different and not word for word.

#interview with the vampire #amc iwtv #it doesn't have to be everyone's cup of tea #i just find it really interesting that a bunch of people want a more basic form of storytelling #i don't agree with every choice made but they're doing something different and i appreciate it #and i don't mean different as in revolutionary #i mean different for this specific source #and even then #marius tells his own story #pandora tells hers #armand tells his #daniel tells a very specific part of his life to lestat #as does jesse #maharet tells us the origins of akasha and that's written down as fucking mental hearsay because lestat wasn't there when she told the stor #like i get that yeah it's lestat's story etc but there's other stories too and who tells them is always additionally fascinating #because i say tell their story but a lot is narrated to someone else #please don't flame me this is just my opinion #i know im probably in the minority

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countthelions · 2 days ago

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How to Give a Knight a Punk Haircut

"I wonder if I should set a timer next time," Tanguish mused aloud. No one was there to hear him anyways. "Maybe it'll help me figure out what state you'll return in."

Well, he could always count on Helsknight being sweaty, and probably still swinging; sword or fist, it didn't seem to matter. Whenever he was pulled away by his hermit's connection, they were still more interested in decking each other in the face than doing literally anything else.

"Or give me time to ... uh, figure something out. How to help." This wasn't helping his own problem as much as he hoped it would. The house was so empty without Helsknight. Making noise, according to others, was supposed to help with the waiting. He didn't like waiting. His claws were too loud where they were tapping together in his lap. His tail kept curling and uncurling around his leg. He felt an itch. Not like he'd been abandoned - not really, it wasn't really like that - but like he needed to do something. He had cleaned up the half-finished lunch. He wasn't really hungry without someone to eat it with. He had wiped the table down. He had sat on the couch.

He had tried talking out loud. He used to be really good at holding a conversation with himself. But, looking around the room and seeing all the marks of two people occupying the cramped space, his mind couldn't let go of the idea there was supposed to be someone else here.

I wish they just got along, he thought sourly, then repeated it. "I wish you two got along. It would make my life much less stressful."

They couldn't hear him of course. With a small sigh, Tanguish stared down at the floor. He needed something to do. ... He could... count the bricks or something. Maybe it'll lull him into some sort of nap and when he woke, Helsknight would be back, he could fret, Helsknight could grumble, they'd make dinner, and everything would go back to normal. He traced the edges of the room. It wasn't the worst idea. There were probably better ideas, but - he shook his head. It was something.

One, two, oh that one's kinda lopsided, I wonder if it's the one I keep tripping on - uh, three.

The universe, in all its humor, picked that moment to dump Helsknight back into Hels. Him, and an ungodly amount of water, with an horrible screech from the knight's armor as it all clinked and clattered against itself and the chair he'd fallen into. Tanguish sprung to his feet.

"Fuckin' hels." Helsknight immediately cursed, groaning where he was all piled up. That was a good sign. Complaining meant he wasn't hurt, probably. Careful through the puddles, Tanguish made it over just in time for Helsknight to knock him right over with a wet pile of cloak.

"Ack-!"

"Oh Tanguish - hold on -"

Everything tasted wet, and miserable. And a bit like burnt hair. What was that last part again?

"Did something happen to uh," Tanguish only started the sentence before Helsknight took stock of himself with almost comically frantic pats of his person - like he'd lost something, or as if they had been fighting over something in particular - then found what he was looking for. He cursed about that then fled to the bathroom. The door slammed behind him. Tanguish blinked in the abrupt quiet. Okay? That was weird.

"Are you okay?" He called to the other room.

There was a muffled something that he supposed would work as a 'fine' by Helsknight standards. Tanguish blinked owlishly at all the water. What happened?

Maybe they fell off a bridge or something, he thought, looking around the room for something to mop the water up with. Quickly, because it was already starting to form ice crystals underneath his tail. If it all froze, even in the Hels heat, it would take ages to melt away. They had only a few kitchen towels. They'd need the bathroom ones too. Tanguish turned his attention towards it. The bathroom where... Helsknight had definitely locked himself inside.

Oh, he's cursing now. Tanguish didn't know there were that many gods and saints and other deities out there in the world, but Helsknight was cursing the lot of them like he found the full list and was going down it line by line. It was impressive, in some odd sort of way. There were more than just the names though. From what he could hear beneath the clank of armor being stripped off and dried, it sounded like something to do with fire, and heat, and how stupid the whole thing was - well I could've told you that part - and something something. All this meant was Tanguish would have to wait for the towels, and wait for Helsknight to remember Tanguish was here, and come get his help.

With a sigh, Tanguish got back to his feet, carefully climbing over the back of the couch to avoid the water spill, before sitting back down by the bathroom door. Idle hands followed the broken seams on his tail's spikes, picking off the small ice crystals that had already started to form from just that little water contact.

"It's probably not that bad," he finally piped up when Helsknight had picked on Herobrine to curse to next. It earns him a growl in response, which was enough of a warning to jump out of the way when his friend slammed open the door in dramatic frustration.

"What kind of fool picks a fight in a geyser field?!" is snapped his way, and Tanguish does, what he thinks, is an admirable job not immediately looking at whatever Helsknight was upset over with his appearance.

"Well, uh, you did." He answers instead, prepared for the blazing red glare to pin him down. All the spikes on his spine however, don't get the memo and twitch as if ready to help him be more aerodynamic in case his friend decides to chuck him out the window. But he doesn't do that. Helsknight only throws his hands up, storming to the other side of the small apartment to increase his range of pacing. That's permission enough for Tanguish to take the chance to see what happened.

They must've fallen into a geyser at some point - well duh. The water was a dead giveaway. Helsknight had stripped everything wet off his person, leaving him in just his thick pants. With all the skin visible, there was clearly no extra scars or wounds. Some bruises, but those would heal. No, what seemed to be the issue was his hair. Somehow it had gotten caught up in the heat, and like the straw of its color, burnt all up one side. It was all awkward spikes and shapes, and black as blackstone. It looked like he had met the wrong side of a ghast fireball. Then skidded on the ground to tangle up all the strands into an ugly blackened blob. Then -

"You don't need to make that face." Helsknight huffs, breaking Tanguish out of his staring. Oops.

"It's um unique." He offered, joining Helsknight in the main room. "Definitely a little, uh -"

"It's stupid."

"Yeah, alright it kind of is." He concedes. That's the point Helsknight wanted him to get to, so Tanguish could give him that at least. With a tilt of his head, Tanguish squinted until the burnt parts faded into the dark brick of the walls. Huh. With a little bit of -

"I do not want to hear wherever that thought is going."

"I didn't even say anything!" Tanguish complained. It was a good idea.

Helsknight only gave him the driest of stares.

"I think you could make it work."

He squinted further. That normally would be enough for Tanguish to be cowed, to drop the subject until Helsknight was ready to pick it up back up again. But, Helsknight had returned and dumped whatever water had gotten caught up in his armor all over the room when he reappeared, and then immediately sulked off to the bathroom instead of helping clean up the mess, so maybe Tanguish was annoyed with having to do that alone.

And this was a good idea.

"It'd make you look different from Wels," He offered. That lessened the stare. Helsknight glared over to the walls instead, hands clenching and unclenching, as if he was trying to not touch his hair and was barely succeeding.

"Fine." Helsknight bit out, grumbling under his breath but staying put. He looked awkwardly off to the side, managing to tilt the whole burnt side away as Tanguish scurried around the kitchen to get what he needed. Scissors obviously, which he was surprised to actually find in their drawers, and a knife, which he also finds, though it's an unfamiliar thing. Then, he turns to Helsknight. Who was still just standing there, looking all and all like a wet dog. But willing enough to try this idea. Tanguish knew he couldn't let him down. There just had to be a good way to do this.

Should he sit in a chair, then Tanguish could - no Helsknight was still too tall for that. He could stand on the table maybe - or - well, this might be the only option - "Here, sit uh, on the ground. You're too tall." That final sentence kept Helsknight from doing anything else but puffing up like a frustrated bird, before he put a hand on the table and leveraged himself down with an annoyed sigh.

"Don't cut me." was his final warning, before Tanguish's fingers met his hair.

Up close, the burnt parts looked even more uncomfortable than he thought. He tried sorting out the worst of the strands, wincing for the knight whenever they pulled on his scalp. Everything just looked angry, and unhappy. Even the hair that hadn't gotten burnt looked brittle and unkempt, wind-blown. It all snagged on his claws uncomfortably, but it needed to be done, no matter what small noises Helsknight huffed and grumbled.

"I thought you were going to cut my hair." Helsknight's low rumble broke Tanguish out of his thoughts.

"I am, I'm just, sorting it all first." He explained. "Does it hurt?" I'm trying to not pull but there's uh, a lot of knots of stuff."

"No, it's fine."

[pose in mind: tanguish sitting in the chair with helsknight sitting on the ground in front of him. he's leaning against tanguish's leg, one arm kinda curled around that same leg in idle placement, just to be somewhere that'll be out of the way. the lean lets tanguish tilt helsknight's head further to the side, to really cut down all of the burnt parts. they idly chatter as tanguish works on this part]

"Have you done this before?" Helsknight asked.

"Kinda," Tanguish says, tongue out in concentration as he clips around Helsknight's ear. "I helped Tango clean up for some sort of hermit party, uhm, when he, well, after one test of Decked Out, he had gotten a bit of frost bite from falling into his trapped pool and something about whatever charm was in that pool made his dungeon master enchantments go haywire. It grew his hair really fast for a few days and he kept just hacking it off with whatever sharp thing he had close by when I wasn't around."

Helsknight chuckled at the imagery, a loose sound. "I bet that looked stupid."

"It did. All the cut pieces made for a really funny braid, but at least putting it up like that got him to stop cutting it with his axe." It was dangerous too, to try cutting hair like that, wasn't it? What they were doing here was smarter at the very least. These were sort of good scissors, didn't snag when Tanguish crunched them over the burnt parts. Next he knew was the knife. It wouldn't be shaved all flat (though he'd seen that look before, somewhere in his mind's eye. Cleo maybe?) but at least with the knife he figured it could make it all be the same length.

He focused there next, warning Helsknight too. It was a blade, something sharper than the scissors - definitely sharper because it needed to - it would be close to Helsknight's head - but he wouldn't drop it or cut his ear (more than the chips that were already taken out of it from fighting) and maybe this -

"I trust you." His friend sighed, resting his cheek back onto Tanguish's knee, as if to show the permission granted. "You've gotten this far already."

Tanguish carefully held the knife, examining its edge.

"Where'd this one come from," he asked, before his nerves got to him. Maybe hearing Helsknight talk would help him calm down too.

"Probably the same place as the rest of them. EB likes to share, or brag," Helsknight chuckled. His words ramble off at that point, questioning what it looked like - thin, with some small copper swirls down its handle - and telling stories of the times it could be from. Maybe a bet, or chucked at Helsknight during a collective fight. Or stolen, probably stolen, if it had been just thrown at his head.

"So you stole it. Isn't that against your tenants?"

Helsknight shrugged, "he didn't ask for it back."

Tanguish inhaled quietly, and found his hands didn't shake quite as much as he thought they would. He smoothed a thumb over the rough cuts he'd done, flattening it all in one way, away from anything that would bleed - his neck, his ear, primarily - then followed that same path with the knife. It was much sharper than the scissors, and slid through the blackened parts like they weren't even there. What was left beneath was the soft fluff of unburnt hair, prickling up against Tanguish's fingers where he scruffed through the new length.

Just like he thought, with the one side long, and the other short, it was going to look very cool, very unique. Hopefully Helsknight liked it, when he was done. well, if he didn't, they could revisit that potion idea. Maybe whatever enchantments Tango had used for his dungeon look could be replicated. Tanguish would have to figure out some sort of lie though... he had a feeling Tango wouldn't be as keen to share it with Helsknight. But -

"It feels like you're done." Helsknight broke him out of his thoughts.

"Are you getting restless?" Tanguish was ready to tease.

"The floor isn't comfortable." He says, shifting as if his foot or something had fallen asleep. Which it very well could have done. Tanguish had no idea how long they'd been doing this. He sat back, hands moving through all the short sections to make sure there were no long pieces hiding - then once that felt right, he made sure all the longer pieces left were okay. A few he had trimmed up too. He didn't need to. Maybe it was just nice to be able to shift the knight's head wherever he wanted it to go. Just for a bit, to have that physical proof of that trust. The examination had to come to an end though. There was nothing left to check, and Helsknight was getting antsy.

"Yeah, I'm done." Tanguish said, releasing the knight from his grasp.

[Helsknight checks first by feeling it (while his foot wakes up) then off to the bathroom where their mirror is. Overcome with the sudden worry that he messed it all up, Tanguish doesn't follow, brushing off the bits of hair that got stuck to his pants before collecting all the pieces from the floor into a pile with the towel he had mopped up some of the water with.

"You did good." Turns out yeah, Helsknight doesn't mind it.

Tanguish looks over. Helsknight has his back to him - still looking in the mirror - tilting his head, brushing the free hair around, touching the shaved sections with scarred pads. There's little flecks, like stars, that glimmer through the shorter section. Oh -

"You said your hair used to be lighter, right?" Tanguish leans on the doorway, catching Helsknight's eyes in his reflection. He looks just as surprised as Tanguish does to see the old color poke through.

- some jests about wondering if doing it all would make it grow back, HK scowls at the idea of having to regrow it all. The half-shaved look make the expression even tougher, which the knight is lowkey delighted about. Maybe it'll keep people from bugging him on the streets (doubt). They wonder if shaving any of Tanguish's hair would make little puffs of fire grow in around the ice.

- Eh, touching it, it's not as soft, and definitely more made of ice than anything. It'd probably just make his scalp shiny, like that one time the fountain froze over.

- Helsknight's belly rumbles, reminding him what was interrupted by Wels. They get everything cleaned up, more towels down on the floor (which definitely started to ice over in one section (tanguish accidentally had his tail there oops), making some quick second lunch as they chat about hair

- It doesn't take long to fill the space back up with the noise of two people, as it should be.

#THE END IS NOT FULLY WRITTEN OUT #it is complete(tm) but the narrator voice dissolves #everything else is done #this was technically the piece i was talking about #then discovered oh. i literally had The Reaction left to write.#so s/o to hen this is for you <3 #redstone and skulk #helsknight #hermitcraft #lionwrites #if yall really like this i'll archive it too on ao3 #it feels uH very different from the main fic. more like one of the ficlets so here it goes

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daddy-ul · 2 months ago

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TEMPTATION, LEAVE ME BE

AWMH4 - If Darkness Had a Son

--his hand while he's saying the words.

#james hetfield #metallica #if darkness had a son #song related #awmh4 #(d)jinn all'opera #i spent too much time trying to put the lyrics on the gif but it kept covering his hand which is what i wanted to highlight #and none other options (smaller font #upper subs etc) worked to my eyes so... there it is #it was going to be my first gif for this concert not only bc it's small and easy but that right here. the hand #james hetfield. always the narrator. always the little added nuances. i love when he does it #especially in this case bc there are different interpretations here #ill give you one of mine: i SAY with my mouth that i want you (temptation) to leave me be. BUT at the same time i dont want to let go #hence the hand saying no #not saying this is what he meant. i dont think so. but it was intriguing

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strixcattus · 4 months ago

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#bit different today. quicker #which is nice as I've stayed up far too late already #this week was not supposed to be superlatively busy #slay the princess #pristine cut countdown #stp narrator #strix draws things

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aroaessidhe · 4 months ago

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2024 reads / storygraph

Asunder

slow-paced high fantasy

a woman who has a contract with an eldritch entity allowing her to see the dead & survives by taking various jobs

when a job searching for stranded smugglers in a cave goes wrong, she ends up with the soul of a dying stranger bound to her shadow

along with a scholar and her old childhood friend, they travel to his home country to find a way to unbind him and save them both

dark fantasy world with gods, demonic entities, arcane magic, and semi-sentient beasts used as transport

#asunder #kerstin hall #aroaessidhe 2024 reads #okay SUPER fascinating worldbuilding with some very visceral creatures and biological constructs and interesting magic systems.#many things I like. A great cast of characters. Honestly I could read tons more stories set in this world.#it’s very slow building and meandering narratively; focusing on the complex journey of the main character #didn’t love the audio narration tbh - it felt like some lines are read with the wrong emphasis or tone? but I got used to it after a while #So this has one of my absolute favourite tropes (bodysharing.) unfortunately it turns it into a romance which is. well.#it just doesn’t hit the same if you make it romantic!! so that kinda made it change traintracks from being on a direct line to #potentially 5 stars to a whole different station where i do not live. lol.#I SUPPOSE it’s a well developed relationship and I’d prefer romances more like that than instalove I guess.#I did love their dynamic; too; but suddenly realising it was romantic threw me for a loop. I had put him in the annoying dad category.#I do also feel like we didn’t get quite enough of him as an individual person and characterisation - which obviously makes sense to an #extent; but I felt like I only got to see more of him in the brief time around his father.#Also he was surprisingly chill and nice to her immediately considering he was essentially her hostage???#Anyway I did enjoy a lot of it; it just suffers the unfortunate tragedy of #[literally my favourite thing made for me] [turns that thing into literally my least favourite thing i hate]#but also -random dude you’re bound to being overly protective and considerate despite barely knowing you (platonic/familial vibe) - yeah!#random dude you’re bound to being overly protective and considerate despite barely knowing you (romantic) ehhhh…idk.....#(to me personally. i'm sure people enjoy that. whatever)

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multiversal-pudding · 3 months ago

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...A thought I have that I can't help but like the shape of is the idea of Wally not even really knowing why he is the way he is himself

He doesn't know why he's alive (should he not be? why are you alive, then?). He doesn't know why he can do the things he can do- that's not to say he's stupid or anything like that, he's a little odd but he acts with intention even if the consequences might not be things he fully expected or truly gets the full scope of- (he never meant to hurt anyone, he really doesn't mean any harm!)

All he knows is that he loves his friends very dearly, that something very, very bad may or may not happen or be happening, and that he needs You to Listen.

#Random thoughts #I have many thoughts about the peanut #And half of them are ':) peanut'#Welcome Home #Welcome Home Puppet Show #Wally Darling #WE LOVE ELDRITCH BUT NON-MALICIOUS WALLY IN THIS HOUSE!!!#(ALSO I ACTUALLY KINDA THINK HOME'S NON-MALICIOUS TOO EVEN IF I GET WHERE PEOPLE ARE COMING FROM-#ADMITTEDLY IT'S KINDA EARLY TO TRULY POINT FINGERS AND WE DON'T HAVE THE FULL PICTURE YET??#STILL DON'T TRUST THE NARRATORS THOUGH BUT THAT AND HOME ARE DIFFERENT TOPICS-)#Welcome home headcanon #multi rambles #multi posts

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blackkatdraws2 · 7 months ago

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The Curator. Her name is Gloria Beatrix. [Achromatic Loop AU]

She can summon close-ranged weapons [preferably daggers] using her blood as an offering to the tattoo of three crows on her skin. The Crows will give her a fraction of its power in return.

The tattoo can move anywhere on her body but is usually seen on her neck or chest.

She doesn't physically show up in the story until way later in the timeline.

#tsp achromatic loop au #I struggled to make her look different from my other Curator [White] from the Blank Scripts AU #I don't want to repeat what happened to my Narrators [Black and Grey]. Those two old guys are like twins.#but wowzers look at that #limitations to power #I never thought I'd see the day #I've already thought of too many upsides to my characters powers ahh I want to think about its downsides and limitations too #Magma has helped me out a lot in fighting art block #something about how low quality it can be is really nice idk #i like it. It feels like MSpaint for some reason #tsp au #tsp #tspud #the stanley parable ultra deluxe #the stanley parable #tsp curator #curator tsp #my drawing museum

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bookatans · 2 months ago

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This is probably going to be a very long post but the more I think about the rise (and subsequent fall) of the New Mandalorians, the more that I get wrapped up in not only the colonialism committed by Satine and the movement, how it began in such a horrifyingly understated way, but also how it paved the way for Mandalore to be destroyed thanks to the almost-complete erasure of their culture.

First of all, Canon verse deciding to remove the True Mandalorians (and placing the "Old" Mandalorians in a similar, though less prominent position) feels particularly underhanded and paints everything in a black and white manner. Satine: a sympathetic character who is the only one standing against Death Watch, the last shred of peace left for Mandalorians to cling to. Which. Last standing? Yes, definitely. But not the only one.

A war where Death Watch and the New Mandalorians were the major players, only to have Death Watch defeated – even with the assistance of the Jedi keeping Satine alive – makes little sense from a technical standpoint. Is it impossible? Probably not. All sorts of things can happen in history, pure dumb luck makes every difference, but it's unlikely. A party which seeks peace is not going to survive against another ultra violent, volatile party that's pissed off at you because you want to erase the culture that they so deeply value.

Which, yeah I don't buy it. Even with the Republic stepping in later on, it's fishy. But for the sake of my sanity, I'm mostly focusing on Legends, because the more you try to create a coherent timeline (seriously, how is Clone Batch Math easier than this?) for the Mandalorian Civil Wars, the harder it is not to give up entirely.

Anyways. Satine did not survive years of conflict due to mere smarts and perseverance, and did not end the war by being charismatic and having good people skills. She was the LEAST THREATENING PARTY in a three-party war, hunkering down with her Jedi protectors and playing politician while the actual warriors in the conflict weakened one another and – for the True Mandalorians – were wiped out.

True Mandalorians. Death Watch. New Mandalorians.

So, okay. The approximate dates of the beginning and end of the Mandalorian Civil Wars don't necessarily make sense with Satine’s age. She'd have been slightly younger, and Canon seems to have a tendency to just wave their hand in the general direction of a time period and deflect onto another topic.

Which, you know what? Fine. I can work with that without having to think too hard about the dates. It kills me not to delve into it further, but. No. It's not like Disney's gonna pay me to fix their broken timeline.

(But if I had to, I'd shift Jaster's death to 47BBY instead of 52BBY, and push the Battle of Galidraan a year back to 43BBY, and—)

Here's what's important to remember, though:

- There are two Mandalorian Civil Wars. The first being True Mandalorians vs Death Watch. The second being the much shorter, and quickly solved Death Watch vs the New Mandalorians.

- The massacre of the True Mandalorians happened shortly before the beginning of the second civil war.

- The True Mandalorians had already been dealing with Death Watch for years, and they were winning. Death Watch wasn't just on the run, they were weak, they had to resort to TRICKING THE JEDI into killing the True Mandalorians for them.

Who wasn't weak? The New Mandalorians, the people that actively choose to turn their back on a culture that had survived for centuries. And yes, Death Watch remained even after the True Mandalorians fell. Tor Vizsla targeted Satine and the New Mandalorians viciously after that, there was even more destruction, but it wasn't with the severity with which he'd prosecuted the True Mandalorians.

Here's what happened next: Jango Fett escaped his enslavement. He hunted down Tor Vizsla, and he killed him. Whatever strength Death Watch had regained in those few years didn't matter, because the second their leader was gone they were certainly left unorganized and at a disadvantage.

Giving the New Mandalorians the opening they needed to cement in people's minds to their beliefs and convince the House and Clan leaders that abandoning their old ways was the solution. After all, how much more of Mandalore was left to destroy? How many more had to be lost?

With the public's approval and the Republic’s help, Satine Kryze and the New Mandalorians scavenged the corpse of Mandalore, and they took what they deemed fit, left the rest to rot and – given time – be erased completely.

What's worse is that Satine's activism and speeches made it sound like that made sense (because, to Satine, it did make sense); abandon what Mandalore once was because that's the reason we've been destroyed, isn't it? (Not entirely untrue.) And these people, whose world had been ravaged, who's clans and families had wrecked everything with in-fighting, were tired and desperate enough that they listened.

Actually, here's what's really worse — Satine got LUCKY! The first time! It should not have ended like that. But because she got lucky, because it worked once, she tried to do the exact same thing when the entire galaxy went to war. And she ignored the suffering of people whom she should have known empathy towards, who were going through the very same torment she experienced as a child. Because her position of superiority where peace is the only answer was so ingrained in her beliefs, because she was ARROGANT.

And because peace was the only answer, because she'd disavowed any sense of warrior culture from her people, Satine had as much a hand in dooming Mandalore as everyone who went in with the worst intentions. Does it matter that it was doomed regardless, because Maul was the great evil that came to destroy them? No. Maul was just the most convenient means to an end the resurrected Death Watch could find, but if not him it would have been anyone — anything – else.

I do feel for her. She had to experience her father's death so young and step into a role he'd left behind, didn't get a proper chance to grieve because she had to be strong for everyone else who was grieving. She gave up the possibility of love for duty. Satine was a good leader, I won't argue that, and she was the last stand between Mandalore and total annihilation, but she was also deeply flawed.

#narrator: and it was in fact a very long post #the star wars brainrot won't let me rest so im forcing people to percieve my takes #i love mandalore and it's complex history so much but i do not love all of the decisions taken by some people #i am not trying to hate on satine so don't come for me but looking at it from far away its just. really clear to me #the new mandalorians winning was dumb luck + the republic wanting a new puppet #star wars #true mandalorians #death watch #eza.txt #also looking too closely at these dates made me realize that my age hc for bo katan would make her 3 during the second civil war. oops #a thirteen year age difference between siblings isn't impossible though and it would also explain why bo was so strongly death watch #if you didn't personally experience it you wouldn't be able to see why you maybe shouldn't join the evil mando group!#satine kryze critical #sorry forgot people get angy too easily on this website lmao

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