#uhhh expect art later

[sunbun-fnaf]

working on some Silly Shit™ 

[shooks-stupid-stuff]

extra wide watermark to take up the awkward blank space lol

idk why i ended up doing these in greyscale, it just kinda happened

[lazunight]

Slow dance

[222col]

Can we get a fic about womanizer Art who's a very famous tennis player and never committed to any woman before even though girls are throwing themselves at him and who doesn't sleep with the same girl twice until he meets y/n ( a maneater) and the sex is something that Art has never experienced before to the point he becomes obsessed with her, she's all what he thinks about and refuses to sleep with another girl and he's determined to make her his no matter what

uhhh yes of course 🧎🏻‍♀️

art donaldson. the man who's only lost two games is entire professional career, he's one of the most, if not the most, successful tennis players in history. he's out most weekends, celebrating another win, another trophy to add to the cabinet. taking a new girl home with him every night, they all fall to his feet like putty. he thinks it's pathetic, but hey, it gets him laid. he's been single during his adult career, too busy fucking random girls and focusing on his tennis to bother committing, not that he would want to anyhow. he never sleeps with the same girl twice, he did that once, some seven years ago. he couldn't stand the way she'd text him constantly afterwards.

he's just won another trophy hitting up the local club with his friends. patrick joins up with him, later in the night. "congrats donaldson, sorry i'm late man, we all bar crawled our way here." art surveys the people patrick has brought with him. you're laughing at something with one of the boys patrick's brought along. "who's that?" art questions, nodding towards you. patrick tells him your name, "she's uh, my buddy's girlfriends, cousin or sister or something, fuck i don't know," patrick laughs into his drink. target acquired, art finishes the vodka soda he's drinking, turning to place the empty cup on the side. your mouth is attached to the guy you were laughing with, your dress hitched up slightly as his hands dart around your waist. "look like he beat you to it, artie," art shakes his head at his friend. "games not over 'til it's over, patrick."

the group of you are shown over to a vip booth, near the back of the club. the guy you were making out with gets up to go to the bathroom, art stands, about to steal his seat next to you when another one of patrick's friends beats him to it. "fuck me," art whispers, slumping back to his place in the booth and backing another vodka soda. the new guy whispers something in your ear, hand on your thigh as you move to make out with him. art should be turned off with how easy you're acting, but honestly he's impressed, the way you have every guy here wrapped around your finger. they're throwing themselves at you the way in which girls do to him, he's intrigued. "game, set, match." patrick laughs to art. "uh uh, no way." art walks straight over to you, pulling the guy off you by his shoulder. "hey! hey- you're art donaldson!" art rolls his eyes. "i'll sign an autograph later, but right now, you're in my seat."

he raises his hands in defeat, moving for art to take his position next to you. "i'd tell you off for interrupting, but he was a shit kisser." you smirk to the blonde in front of you. "well, guess you'll just have to thank me instead." you sip your drink. "i wouldn't go that far, donaldson?" he nods. "art donaldson, and you are?" you introduce yourself. "and who are you that your face alone made that guy run for the hills?" wow, you really don't know him. it's refreshing. "a tennis player." it wasn't the answer you were expecting. "aren't you a bit too pretty to be a tennis player?" art fakes a pout. "i'm so sorry i don't meet your expectations, but hey, at least i know you think i'm pretty." you shrug at him. "it's just a fact. dance with me?" you ask, standing up, holding out your hand. he takes it, of course, joining you on the dance floor. art's not much of a dancer, but that doesn't stop his arm snaking around your waist as you grind against him.

he's whispering in your ear, disgusting, perverted things about the way your body feels against his. art's not shy in situations like this, he thrives, it's his weekly routine. "you gonna keep talking or are you gonna take me home and actually act on what you're telling me, donaldson." he's pulling you out of the club, jumping into the car he has waiting outside. the partition is already rolled up as art climbs on top of you the second the car door is shut. his lips touch yours for the first time tonight and he's intoxicated, your lipstick leaving stains on his skin but he can't get enough. you're reaching between your bodies, palming him through his jeans. "christ, you're like a teenager. all you've done is kiss me and you're already hard." he was hard the second you danced up against him, but that's not the point. "you gonna fucking do something about it then?" he's biting, kissing, sucking his way down your jaw to your neck. "no actually, i think you can grow up and wait until we're at wherever we're going." it's you biting his skin now, his earlobe, his neck, his shoulder. "we're going back to my house, where i can fuck you like the slut you are." you're desperately trying not to give him the satisfaction of hearing you moan yet. the car pulls up to art's place, the door opening as he pulls you into the house.

you're kissing the way through the house as art leads you to his bedroom. pulling your dress over your head as you remove his shirt. "fuuuuck," he whispers as you push him backwards to the bed. undoing his jeans, discarding them across the room with his briefs. you crawl over his body, his hands looping behind you to undo your bra. "you're the hottest woman i've ever seen." he peppers your breasts with kisses before manhandling them. "bet you say that to all the girls you fuck in this bed." your hand reaching down between your bodies again, pumping his newly exposed cock in your hand. he groans as he replies. "i don't actually, you're the sexiest thing i've ever laid my eyes on." you scoff and pump his cock faster. "you're not so bad yourself, donaldson."

he flips you over onto your back, moving down your body, removing your panties with his teeth. "you've even got the prettiest little pussy i've ever seen." he immediately starts tonguing your clit, inserting two fingers into you. your moans are killing him, pre-cum falling out of his cock at the taste of you. he reaches over to his nightstand to pull out a condom. "don't, i'm on the pill." he smiles over to you, "fuck me, art." lining himself up with your entrance, "now, say please." god, the sound that escaped your lips in response could have had art confessing his love to you. "please, fuck, please art," he lifts your legs up, resting them on his shoulders as he slides himself into you. getting drunk of the sounds of you and the way you feel around him. he pushes your legs down closer to you, he's never felt this deep inside someone before. "jesus, you're fucking perfect," he mutters, leaning down to kiss your swollen lips.

he's already getting close, leaning back to thumb your clit as he fucks you quicker than before. "fuck, shit, you feel fucking amazing," your hands grasp the sheets, more profanities leaving your lips. "i'm so fucking close," he whispers, his grip around your ankle tightening. "fuck, come inside me, please, art." fuck. no one's ever let him do that before. in all these years, all these girls, not one as let him come inside of them. a few more thrusts is all it takes for art to finish inside your pussy. it feels like fucking heaven to him. that's it. that's what's been missing. he works your clit until you're a mess beneath his fingers, watching you orgasm as his load drips out of you. "fuck. i need to do that again." he falls down next to you on the bed. "which bit specifically?" you giggle, kissing his shoulder. "all of it. you. coming inside of you." his eyes meet yours. "i wanna see you again." placing kisses on your lips. "not my style, unfortunately for you, donaldson." you start sitting up, his hand grasping your wrist, stopping you in motion. "it wasn't a question."

he gets your number from patrick's friend's girlfriend, turns out you're her friend, not her sister or cousin. she likes art for you, so obliges when he requests your number. blowing up your phone, near enough begging you to see him again. it's been weeks since he saw you, skipping the clubs after matches to sit at home and stalk you on social media. there's just something about you, consuming his thoughts. you never replied further than 'who's this?' to his texts, you make him look pathetic.

i will literally do anything you ask if you just let me take you on a date.

it's late, he's becoming desperate for just a text back from you. throwing his phone across the room after he sends another text. "this is just ridiculous." he mumbles to himself, when a text notification lights up his phone, falling off the bed and running to it, he see's your name.

anything?

fucking finally. he's sat on the floor, smiling into his phone like a little boy texting his crush.

literally anything in the world.

he sends the text back immediately. fuck waiting around to make himself seem less desperate.

would you let me fuck you with a racket?

god, you're disgusting, he fucking loves it.

i would do whatever it takes just to taste you again.

he's staring at the three bubbles on his phone, like his world would shatter if they stopped.

you can take me to dinner tomorrow then.

[writingoddess1125]

Secret perverted things the Old Men do to their S/O

Shanks, Buggy, Mihawk x GNReader

⚠️ Warnings: ⚠️ Sexual Themes, Masterbation, Perverted shit-

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Mihawk

Whisper dirty things + Secret hand

• You damn near jumping out of your skin when you feel a sly hand grab a hand full of your ass so discreetly it makes you bright red.

• Mihawk isn't one to ge openly romantic unless you have been with him a very long time and he's head over heels. However he does have his dirty habits-

• This man is a whisper dirty talker- he knows he's smooth with it and uses it to rile you up to the best of his abilies-

• You'll he talking to another person about something random and he will walk past and you hear him whisper-

• "I can't wait to see you cum later- Slut"

• Rendering you stuttering and trying not to make a fool of yourself.

• Loves to inappropriately touch you in inconvenient times since he's a turn on.

• It being tapping the small of your back, rubbing a hand down your side, Grabbing your waist or even giving a slight squeeze to the back of your neck.

• IT DRIVES HIM WILD! Especially your micro reactions.

Shanks

• Will defiently fuck you with his fingers in a public place and whisper dirty things to you about staying quiet.

• "Keep down love, unless you want them all yo hear you~"

Groping + Biting/Hickies

• You'd had to spend hours either covering the deep purple hickies or wear warmer clothes to hide it better.

• Shanks is a absolute secret pervert- He loves to do down dirty shit when no one is expecting it from him.

• For you, he loves to bite you all over!

• He relishes in knowing your walking around with his markings all over your body. From your neck, back, shoulder, stomach and especially on and between your thighs.

• "Like my personal peice of art~" He'd whisper before Sinking his teeth deeper into your skin and adoring your moans.

• He just gives a toothy grin however when he sees you walking around with a scarf or patchy makeup.

Buggy

• But his favorite is to grope you-

• "S-Shanks-" You'd whimper out as his hand was carefully placed between your legs massaging your sex with a skilled hand

• Is a bit more of a private person so will keep his habit behind closed doors or in sneaky ways-

• Like using blankets or close physical affection to sneak a grab at you and chuckle at your reaction.

• "Something wrong?~" While his thick fingers grush against your most sensitive areas.

Looking up clothes + Panty sniffer

• Now Buggy is the least sneaky out of the trio-

• Is the type to float his head around for the perfect moment. Seeing you bending over to get a nice look at your ass- especially in those tight circus costumes 😉

• It's a cross between poor skill and also not caring enough to be truly sneaky.

• His worse thing is being a underwear sniffer. He's got a big nos for a reason and it's to take in your salivating scent.

• Is it gross?- Absolutely

• Does he care? Hell no!

• You start to figure this out when going through his coat and pulling out a pair of your underwear.

• "What the hell!?" You scream and glare at your Captian who is Grinning at you.

• "What? It's my favorite scent" He cackled put like the crazy clown he is. Ge will go as far as he float his hand to you and literally take your underwear off WHILE YOURE STILL WEARING THEM!

• You bend over to pick something up?- He appears right behind you hips pressed to you ass as casually as possible.

• "Buggy?- Uhhh what's this?"

• "Just saying Hi~" While grinding his hips against your ass.

[tarre-was-right]

ROUND TWO: MATCH-UP FOUR

Genuinely did not expect this one to happen, but here we go!

Remember, this is NOT about who would win in a fight. This is about who makes the best leader for Mandalore as a whole.

Explanation post

Seeding

Propaganda below the cut! You can submit more on this post and I will reblog it back to here!

TARRE VIZSLA

Anon: He was both a Jedi and a Mandalorian warrior. This means he had at least some knowledge of politics and how people work, and was a badass fighter. Both are important for leading a culture with a heavy focus on combat. He could also get advice from the Force, even if it was just a vague sense of whether or not something's a bad idea. (Also he was the one who created the darksaber, which isn't important on its own, but since it's his saber being used as a symbol of leadership, that implies he was at the very least a decent leader.)

ALPHA-17

@ihuntmonsters: He’s uhhh super badass and sexy and kicks ass and is really awesome and I’m in love with him Perfect propaganda yes. He shall lead Mandalore

Anon: He's pretty good with training children! He is very good at inspiring loyalty! He is very willing to go after sith lords with just his teeth if he has to!

Anon: Vote for Alpha he’s got Cody’s thighs, Fox’s tits and Wolffe’s ass. He’s also a DILF, if you consider the shebse squad/command batch headcanons. And who wouldn’t want a Mand'alor like that?

Anon: Alpha-17 would be a great mandolorian leader I mean look at those Pecs! What else do u need in a leader?

Anon: HERES WHY ALPHA-17 FOR THE WIN: HE WILL ASSASSINATE ALL OF THE OTHER POLITICAL FIGURES WHICH MEANS DEAD SKEVY SHEEVY PALPATINE AND WHO DOESNT WANT THAT?

Anon: What a guy. I love him so much. He's such an asshole. Alpha-17 was part of the second test batch of clones of Jango Fett, one of a group of 100, and as such he was trained directly by Jango Fett in the art of war; these early batches who had more contact with their Mandalorian trainers are commonly considered to have a stronger claim to 'Mandalorian-ness' because of this exposure and learning experience than clones from the later, larger batches

Anon: Propaganda for Alpha 17: tall

Anon: Alpha-17 should rule Mandalore because a good king doesn’t want the power of the throne and he does not want that at all. also he’s the funniest choice. might have the skills to not get killed by maul

NEW: @ihuntmonsters: more propaganda for alpha-17: - he takes no shit from anyone he will kick ass - sassed obiwan the sassmaster multiple times - oh god oh god oh god oh god i love him i love him i love him

[knific]

hi im john! or zero. i'm a LEESBO and i draw stuff : also im multifandom and i switch interests almost monthly. if you follow me for one thing you might not get that.

i'm fifteen and from the southeast of asia. i can speak different languages but i only prefer being spoken to in english lol!

also we MIGHT be mutuals. this isn't my main blog and that was actually a mistake because i didn't know how to use tumblr by the time. if you see you're being followed by some user called epicflowpow then I guess we're mutuals :') that's my main blog that im inactive on! lol! it's hard to explain

byf:

i have bad memory don't expect me to remember anything personal like ur birthday,

i make sex jokes sometimes ok if ur not comfortable lmk and ill stop,

i post what i want, i might post blood, gore, etc. anything i post may be triggering, if you don't like it block me! the only form of censoring you'll get is the tags so get ready to mute a few (ex: cw blood, cw knife, cw suicide)

my social skills suck.. you can try to talk to me but i get very nervous when talking privately and i might say things i don't mean

i am sometimes rude but it's just for fun lol i don't actually mean it,

i don't reaalyyy use tonetags but ill use them when my wording starts to sound a little serious

uhhh i make homophobic jokes because it's FUNNY. im actually a person of the bacon community though so yeah.

i like to cuss my faves out. i will say very very mean stuff about them and I won't state whether it's positive or negative. if you don't like that then you should probably not read the tags sometimes

i ironically use emojis like 😂🥺🥹😜 etc

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dni: i don't have a dni because people are gonna interacr with me anyways. ill block whoever makes me feel uncomfortable and who not (pr/shipp*rs are not exceptions lol ALL will be blocked)

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also i do requests! here are like. rules for my requests n stuff:

i think im most likely to do EVERY request you guys give me, so go crazy! i just won't do it quickly. because im not an art machine

i do any reqs, but i will less likely do/will put for last the oc requests lol :)

okay when I said any reqs i lied: just don't request me taco x pickle loll it's for the sake of some of my mutuals :) i can still draw them hanging out but it won't be tagged as ship or implied ship

i also do any fandom but again i will less likely do fandoms im not in lol

uhh. if im uncomfortable with a ship in particular ill just ignore your req don't bother sending it again or im gonna give you a beating

complicated styled characters are ok but if you wanna give me a first good impression don't send them or you're literally breaking my fingers physically

also comics scare me if you request those too you're also breaking my fingers (it's not prohibited though you can send them but ill cry)

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tags

0 art: for my art

0 ask: for asks

0 req: art requests!

0 s req: things people draw for me :)

0 reblogs: for reblogs (best muted)

0 txt: me talking

0 talk: me talking w other ppl

0 fave: favourites/saving for later

0 other: other

[beentobeetle]

what's six's relationship with the companions? :00

(Ignore me answering this 20 billions years later)

All around, Six’s relationships with all the companions are relatively good, down the line at least! It takes Six quite some time to warm up to people, and he’s naturally a decently quiet person. Most automatically view him as awkward, or intimidating, on something along those lines, especially with his reputation as “That Spooky Courier”.

But getting into specifics! Six’s dynamical change with Arcade and Boone goes hand-in-hand because they’re the first two he travels with, and his personal subconscious favorites. To Arcade, Six is this big stupid maniac who, while trying to be a good person most of the time, goes about it… unique ways. Boone sees him as an idiot, but a strong one. Smart and big when it’s needed. Boone very much appreciates Six’s bouts of silence.

It’s all quite different near the beginning though! Six travels with the two of them at the same time and they are both uh. confused, for the most part, just in different ways. There’s this tension, mostly with Boone and Arcade towards Six, because he’s just so… off. This is before he ever starts taking his helmet off, so he’s just the quiet, faceless wanderer. Unpredictable, vengeful, and fucking terrifying at times. Easiest explanation? Whatever this is

Moving on, though, to Lily! Pretty well-expected, he sees her as his little grandma and is VIOLENTLY protective of her. Buuuttt there’s a very slight sense of ‘selfish’ or ‘wrong’ calculation beneath it. Lily is a nightkin, she’s strong, she can kill. An effective attack dog, when it’s needed. As much as Six values and cares for Lily as her own character, he is well aware that she is a TANK, and… might as well take advantage of that, right?

And then there’s Raul and Cass! Again, the relationship between the three goes pretty hand-in-hand. Six sees them as effective assets and wildly entertaining drinking buddies, even at the beginning. He appreciates Raul’s old-timer, sardonic but just chipper enough grandpa attitude, and very much likes Cass for being, well… Cass.

Aaannd Veronica!! At first, Six sees her as naive and far too in-over-her-head. Over time, though, he notices his shell starting to break. For whatever reason, Veronica is scarily good at cracking the walls Six usually builds around himself. Over time, they develop this really silly brother/sister dynamic.

And, of course, Rex and ED-E. He loves both of them to death. Most any animals automatically melt Six’s heart, and he’s always had a soft spot for robots. And after the events of Lonesome Road? Good lord. That was something that really hit Six, in a way not many situations would. While maybe not entirely true, Six gladly states that Rex and ED-E are his favorites to travel with. “They don’t complain about eating pork-n-beans for a week straight.”

While a couple of these relationships are likely far more complex than I’m putting them, those feel like posts for other days !! But uhhh ty ty for the question, and sorry it took my so long to answer it FJFJDBFJSJD I wanted to actually draw something for it but I’ve been in the weirdest art slump lately… glad i remember how to draw Six!

As always, if anyone has any questions… holds out hands… I’ll try not to answer it after a lifetime….

[cinerins]

In Another Time - Star Wars AU

A brief overview of my worldbuilding and relevant character notes for a setting combining parts of the Legends and Disney canon, with emphasis on the former.

I'm considering to write a few time-travel scenarios in this AU, the primary one being:

The twins end up in the middle of the Clone Wars, accidentally plucking an unlikely ally out of time along with them, but from 30 years in the opposite direction. When Jaster Mereel set foot on Korda Six that day, he'd been certain the job would be easy. What in the world is a Force Nexus, anyway?

Yeah, so, not only are Luke and Leia absolutely lost, but the one guy thrown at them has even less of a clue (though it did subsequently save his life)

Check out some of my general thoughts below 👇

(warning: it gets long)

Index

• General Info • The Force • Jedi Order — Structural Changes — Relevant Members — Affiliated Characters • Clones — General Notes — Coruscant Guard — Deserters • Mandalore — New Mandalorians — Death Watch — True Mandalorians — Nite Owls — Red Blades — Journeyman Protectors — Old Mandalorians • Darksiders • Dathomir • Tusken (Ghorfa)

General Info

I grew up with the franchise and love many aspects of it, but honestly can't keep track of everything going on in there, especially the later additions. Majority is based on my understanding of the old movies, parts of TCW, Bounty Hunter, the 2003 Clone Wars micro-series (which I adore) and pieces of Legacy I've picked up over the years.

Overall direction and setting are a collaboration between myself and two friends. Any art and designs shared here will be made by "V" while I and "R" handle the world and writing. Our projects will be tagged as #vcr works.

The main events of the story take place in the middle of the Clone Wars (late 21 BBY) but since certain aspects have been changed, we'll also go into some of the altered and adjusted backstories of characters prior to that point.

Main premise:

About two years after Endor, Luke and Leia get sucked into the past while investigating Korda Six and accidentally save the life of none other than one Jaster Mereel. Unfortunately, it's not his correct time either, so the three of them have to figure out their way through the Clone Wars, in a galaxy both so familiar and yet foreign.

The Force

For the sake of simplicity, I'll leave it relatively vague in its exact machinations and the way the characters interpret it depends on their individual beliefs.

Honestly, I still have no idea what the deal with the sides is, exactly. And I'm almost too afraid to ask at this point.

The way I've chosen to interpret the "dark side" is that it's inherently unnatural - a corruption. In my mind, I see it like a loophole that's easy to exploit, but comes with a certain cost. It's backwards to the way the Force/universe works and to "restore balance" would mean getting rid of this corruption. Jedi use the Force by reaching out and connecting to it, allowing it to guide them, while a Sith takes control of it, bends it to their will.

Somewhat similar to the way each handle kyber crystals - Jedi bond with their crystals, but Sith simply "bleed" them.

The biggest point for me would be that "falling" is a conscious choice you have to make and continue to make yourself.

On a side note: I don't like the idea of eye color suddenly changing to yellow/red - kind of an obvious tell, if you're trying to hide your status as a darksider. (Not to mention the whole Blue Eyes = Good Guys thing that's uhhh. Yeah.) In Palp's case, it's quite deliberately his Sith Lightning disfiguring and partially blinding him.

Jedi Order

Following the Ruusan Reformation, there was a push to train initiates from a young age* and keep familial ties minimal, as a means to prevent any Jedi from holding strong attachments or falling for Sith ideology. Although rare, some exceptions are made when necessary. Official marriages were no longer permitted, as every Jedi was expected to fully commit themselves to the Force and so could not promise commitment to a single person. They could love and have children, but it was always expected to put their love for and duty to the galaxy at large before any such ties.

If someone can't follow that idea, they're free to leave the Order, but will still always be welcomed as a friend. (Which was the case for Dooku, before he outed himself as Evil.)

Jedi wouldn't really place the same kind of importance romantic and familial relationships have in most cultures over others, if they really believe in their teachings. I think, to be a Jedi means understanding that your partner or mother can't be more important than, say, your neighbor or a random stranger on the street. You kind of have an equal duty to all of them. For children raised in the Order as babies, I can see them never truly grasping the concept of a traditional family and likely comparing the bond between a parent and child to that of a Padawan and Master.

It's easy to see how this attitude could be perceived as "cold" or "un-feeling" by other people, but I'd argue it's the opposite - Jedi simply don't really draw a line in the amount of love & compassion they have for different beings or even the world itself. (At least ideally, can't guarantee it works for everyone.)

*young age implies newborns to 6 years or equivalent, which I think is still a very impressionable range and could explain differences in accents and cultural nods.

Involvement with the GAR came to be, due to the clone army technically belonging to the Order. So, the two major problems were:

1. To amass such a military body is against the Ruusan Reformation and could be considered an act of war. Hence, ownership needed to be transferred to the Republic.

2. Knowing the Republic doesn't view clones as people and the kind of damage naval officers could do in the name of efficiency, Jedi needed to step in and ensure there wasn't any more suffering than strictly necessary.

Their inherent ties to the Republic have many benefits as well as disadvantages for the Order. They are offered resources, support and certain immunities within Republic space for their service. Yet this binds them to the Senate's interests and limits them in their work across the galaxy; stunting their potential by focusing majority of their efforts in maintaining the status quo of the Core.

(not much of a change and more just me tapping a sign)

Structural notes:

Masters count as Generals in the GAR

Knights count as Commanders

Padawans count as Captains, but are usually not meant to get directly involved (if their Masters can help it)

Every eligible Jedi with the necessary skill and knowledge is assigned their own clone regiment or brigade

The rest are exempted or serve as agents/specialists aiding the Republic in the war effort

Jedi luminaries are those who go on to become Padawans, Knights and Masters

Jedi votaries are former initiates that ended up joining the Service Corps instead

On the Council:

The High Council features 20 active members at all times (when possible)

-> Master of the Order -> Caretaker of First Knowledge -> Speaker of Reconciliation -> Minister of Reassignment -> 16 Masters of the Guardians, Consulars and Sentinels

Temporary positions may be filled by additional Masters to act as support in times of need (such as Yoda during the Clone Wars)

On Padawans:

Padawan Trials are (currently) taken at 13 or equivalent

They are usually chosen by their mentors during the trials, or if there's already an established synergy between them

Initiates don't receive lightsabers until after becoming a Padawan

The pilgrimage to find their kyber crystal(s) is very personal and usually undertaken with the guidance of their Master

Jedi may "outgrow" their kyber crystals due to changes in their character or life and later search for new ones

Padawans receive a bead from their Master for each trial they pass until their knighting

I want to clarify that the Order is only one of many ways Force adepts around the galaxy practice their beliefs and skills. Being a Jedi of the Order is a full-time commitment, which can be quit at any time, if one chooses to dedicate themselves to a different path - such as family or politics. You don't have to stop serving the Force in your own way, or using it, you just shouldn't misuse it.

Some character notes & changes:

Yoda

Has been living hidden on Dagobah for centuries, but occasionally returns to the temple when the Force calls for it (or is requested)

Was once the Head Master of the Order in his youth, takes up the title again during the Clone Wars

He's kind of weird, cryptic, and likes to mess with people, while also being the most legendary Jedi alive

May trust in the Force to handle everything a little too much

Yaddle

Shadow Master of the Order - This may be a piece of popular fanon I've absorbed at some point, but I do think it's perfect

More of a calculating, quiet observer, yet fierce and ruthless when she needs to be

Has much experience dealing with Sith artefacts and darksiders

Didn't believe the Sith were ever truly gone

Not dead (yet)

Plo Koon

(chronologically) practically ancient, but only became a Jedi in the past three decades (-> going with 383 Kel Dor years, which we've decided equals about 505 Standard in this setting)

Had already mastered the Force, but wished to follow the Order, so an exception was made by Tyvokka, who decided to tutor him

Only member allowed to (officially*) wield Force Lightning, the technique otherwise forbidden (*unofficially: Shadows)

Thanks to his long life-span, he's studied and followed many different Force-philosophies throughout the times

Doesn't always agree with the Council, but doesn't outright deny them either

Obi-Wan

Keeping some parts of his Legends history, though a little more sensible in his overall Padawanship and relation with Qui-Gon

Him and Feemor are good Padawan-brothers and occasionally work together

Was more involved in The Phantom Menace as a fresh knight and the one to save Anakin, urged by his own (relatively brief) experience as a slave when he was about that age

Really does take on Ahsoka as his new Padawan - I just don't think it's fair to throw her at Anakin of all people as a way to "fix" him

On Tatooine, he kept in touch with the farm and Luke would learn much from him, but remain unaware of his powers

Also kept up with the Organas and often acted as Leia's bodyguard and teacher

Ahsoka

Don't really have much I'd change for her characterization, but will add that I think her lightsabers should be yellow

Became a Padawan a year before the Clone Wars, a few months after Anakin's knighted

Being under Obi-Wan's tutelage makes her look to Anakin as a fun (if stubborn and reckless) Padawan-brother

Develops proper friendships with Barriss and other peers throughout the war

Plo Koon and Anakin will usually act as her temporary teachers (she gets to co-captain with Rex)

Anakin

His character is a mix of both Clone Wars series and the original draft for The Phantom Menace ("The Beginning")

Was found and made a Padawan at 12 years old and seemed wise if dangerously reckless for his age

Was knighted at barely 21, after facing off against Ventress a year before the Clone Wars

Really wants to leave the Order but feels obligated to stay and fulfill his destiny duty, especially with Padmé's insistence

He totally eats bugs and all manner of critters

His initial lightsaber was blue but he later gathered a new crystal once it fell out of tune (his current one being orange)

Barriss

We sort of tried to blend the different versions of her character, so she's still a Padawan but aiming to become a Jedi Healer

Her Padawanship is quite different from Ahsoka's and as they grow closer, it also sparks a certain resentment for her and the Order

The war really takes a toll on her faith and while she doesn't turn to the dark, she still struggles with fighting for the Order/Republic

Luminara's more pragmatic Jedi philosophy ends up clashing with her sentiments and ideals as a healer, eventually becoming a tipping point after a particularly harrowing incident

Wanted to give her more of a red/green look, so her and Luminara have switched lightsaber colors in this

Feemor

Former Temple Guard, later Jedi Investigator

More pragmatic, grounded, and direct compared to Obi-Wan

Handled a number of Rim worlds, but focused more on the Core after taking on a "Padawan" (in secret) (if you thought he'd be an outlier in the Disaster Lineage, think again!!!)

Mostly deals with the underbelly of Coruscant these days and is familiar with the Guard

Affiliated:

Kilindi

Yes, THAT Kilindi Matako, because years ago I once saw art of her as a kickass Jedi and never forgot. And I love her (that said, if anyone here knows of that, please tell me where)

Was saved a year prior to the Orsis massacre by Feemor, who recognized her latent Force-sensitivity and after learning of her background, offered to train her in secret

Initially merely aiming to develop her skills, she began taking genuine interest in Jedi philosophy the more she learned of the Force

Additionally trained by the Fallanassi, she became adept in Force Immersion and illusions

Operates independently from the Order, but often works with Feemor

Luke

He may be a Jedi, but isn't really part of the Order (acts independently)

I can't stress enough how weird this guy would be to any other Jedi, he's got an amalgam of saber forms that's closer to a bar brawl and can even fold space (among other things)

Following the fall of the empire, he went on a "pilgrimage" seeking to better understand the Force and his role as a Jedi

Spent much time learning anything about the Order and other Force-religions he could find

Found particular interest in the ancient "Way" and humorously calls himself a "Wayseeker" (by coincidence)

Leia

Although having no desire to follow their traditions, she's a definitive ally of the Order

Luke trains her in the Force and with lightsabers to a point where she grows on par with him, but still prefers blasters

After the death of the emperor, she chose to dedicate her time helping to build up a new, better Republic

She never married Han Solo, having more of an On-and-Off relationship due to her convictions and his flighty nature

More than anything, she seeks to rid the galaxy of corruption and help those in need

Update: We've decided to make Aunt Beru Anakin's step-sibling for this setting, instead of Owen. Meaning Shmi Skywalker married Cliegg "Whitesun."

Clones

-> Clones Overview

-> GAR Structure Jedi & Clones

To summarize some points in the links:

In this AU the Kaminoans agreed to grow experimental units (Alphas) before the actual clone production was scheduled, since Tipoca City was specifically made for this project and still under construction. It would place the eldest clones around 22-23 (developmentally) during Geonosis, while the rest of those ready to be deployed ranged 18-21—including the commandos.

The point is that they're all insanely young when they're shipped out and I can imagine with rising demand, there's gradually more pressure to send them out as early as they can afford. In this setting, it means by the second year of war, there would be active troopers as young as 16—to put into perspective just how "shiny" some of these guys are.

Decommissionings did occur—much more so before the Jedi's arrival—but mainly within the first years of development, or if a trooper was deemed "unsalvageable" in the field. There was a lot of reprioritizing and wrestling of opinions involved, but eventually the Kaminoans could be convinced to let certain things slide if the benefits outweighed the cost. Reconditioning and termination are more of a last resort, but some "defective" clones may be kept around for other uses.

They're making soldiers, so they don't need exact copies of Fett, but they do want consistency at a higher "quality" and efficiency. That said, there are little to no significant physical differences among the clones beyond what might change once they've been deployed. (Sorry, but Rex is very much a bottle blonde lol.) Besides personality, behavior, scarring & moles; I think it's reasonable for the greatest natural differences to be their voices/speech and physique, as both are extremely adjustable via training or other factors. Trends like hair dye and tattoos only really become an option after the first few months of war and even then it's only after they leave Kamino.

After Geonosis, the first few months of the war were comparably "messy" to the later organizational structure of the GAR. This adjustment period relied heavily on the trained ARC troopers to take charge and lead difficult military operations alongside Navy officers and the Jedi.

Some time following missions after the first battle of Kamino, Alpha-17 and a number of other Alpha-class ARCs were selected as instructors for the new ARC training program. Commanders—as well as standard clone troopers who had shown potential, such as Rex—received additional training for up to three months. It promoted individuality and independence through difficult battlefield scenarios, resulting in increased creativity and resourcefulness. The commanders of Rancor battalion were among the first graduates and would continue the ARC program while stationed on Kamino.

Coruscant Guard

There's a slight difference between the Guard and shock troopers deployed through Homeworld Security. The former is focused as a military police on Coruscant, with duties that cover matters regarding the Senate, the war effort, high-security prisons, off-world escorts, and urban control in high-risk situations. The latter, on the other hand, deploys Coruscant-trained shock troopers as security forces stationed around important facilities, patrol routes, and orbital stations—even on other Core Worlds.

They operate differently to the GAR in both structure and conduct. These clones are trained to be loyal to the Republic and follow orders without question, regardless of their moral judgement. Needless to say, giving lab-grown, highly effective super-soldiers such a degree of power and authority over the general population isn't a particularly great idea.

Since the Coruscant Guard was established a couple of months into the war, there's a mild disparity in behavior and way of thinking between the clones who were present for initial battles, and those who graduated from Homeworld training facilities. It was deemed necessary for cadets to be transferred and trained on the planet, to better prepare them for the urban setting. These facilites are overseen by Homeworld Security officers, with regular inspections by a number of selected Jedi Investigators (on the Council's insistence).

The Deserters

Honestly, I have a lot of mixed feelings and opinions regarding the whole Kyrimorut operation in the RepComm books—mostly that the setup had potential but was also a pretty bad idea.

I'd like to explore the concept of clones choosing to leave either the GAR or the Republic as a whole for various reasons, and particularly in the form of an independent organization that fights for their own—without being under the direct thumb of a natborn, especially a (former) superior officer/trainer.

Mandalore

The planet itself isn't as inhospitable as it's made to appear, much of it has managed to heal after the Dral'Han, though large wastelands still remain. Sparse forests cover portions of the northern hemisphere, while the south is filled with tundras and marshes. The New Mandalorians chose to remain in their domed cities within the wastes out of a mix of pride, convenience, and fear—knowing they would make easier targets attempting to build up settlements out in the open. Frequent sand- and electrical storms usually help to deter any unwanted guests. Because of that, they are relatively unaware of the exact number of survivors and re-settlers residing in the old cities or wandering as nomads.

The Civil War—also known as the Clan Wars— is still quite active and has taken its toll on both the people and their planets, scarring worlds many times over after skirmishes and raids. It has marked Mandalorian space as best avoided by the rest of the galaxy, while pirates see it as an opportunity.

New Mandalorians

Referred to as the Evaar Mando'ade, or simply Evaar'ade by other Mandalorians. Led by Duchess Satine Kryze, after having spent a year on the run due to the ongoing hostilities. Following republic occupation, Kalevala is one of the few worlds which began heavily incorporating non-Mandalorian customs and ideals found beyond the sector, such as concepts of nobility and gendered presentation. These notions developed on a significantly larger scale, however, among the citizens of Mandalore, resonating with the more comfortable, metropolized life seen in the Republic.

Originally from Kalevala, Satine underwent diplomatic training on Coruscant and through Republic aid spearheaded the modern civil movement. Believing the change was necessary to ensure a stable future and prevent another Dral'Han, the New Mandalorians declared themselves as the face of Mandalore, despite strong opposition. They hope to gain political allies and secure their position in the galaxy using diplomacy and trade agreements, even if it means forsaking their cultural heritage.

Death Watch (Kyr'tsad)

Lit. "Death Society" - Once a splinter group of extremist criminals founded by Tor Vizsla in response to Jaster Mereel's rise in popularity back in 60 BBY, Death Watch has since grown into a full-blown political faction in direct opposition to the reforms introduced by both the New and True Mandalorians. Wishing to return to their "days of conquest", Death Watch pillage and murder their way through the sector and its neighbors, seeking glory and control.

Tor was succeeded by the then barely 17 Pre Vizsla, who quickly garnered respect thanks to the Darksaber handed to him by the Sith as part of a deal. The mythology surrounding the ancient weapon and his vision for Mandalore allowed him to sway a great number of clans. Over the years, his cunning and vicious nature would come to serve the group via carefully planned, underhanded tactics. 

Despite claiming to represent what it really means to be Mandalorian, the majority of its members have shown to abuse the power and authority given to them, even among their own. They've gained a reputation as crafty and ruthless killers, loyal to none except their leader. Since the faction sprung from Vizsla and his sympathizers, its members came to base the right to lead on whomever possesses the mythical blade. As it can only be won in a duel, it's symbolic of their prime ideology: Only the strong survive and are worthy.

Pre's Death Watch initially used abandoned mines on Concordia as hideouts, but with growing support (and enough pressure), the larger clans would use their homes and additional resources to establish forts, eventually securing the moon for themselves. Most of the children are enlisted into the faction's Fighting Corps, raised into effective and loyal soldiers from a young age.

True Mandalorians (Haat Mando'ade)

Also simply called the Haat'ade - all of the original True Mandalorians may have been killed, but their ideology—emphasizing honor, justice, and to care for one another—is still carried by former sympathizers and allies. The actions of both New Mandalorians and Death Watch since have only shifted other clans' views on Jaster Mereel's vision into favor, even marking him as a martyr to some. His Supercommando Codex is still being passed around by a number of mercenaries, while the rest began adhering more closely to the Resol'nare.

However, beyond a handful of individual covert operations, very few are banding together and standing against the Duchess or Vizsla, instead choosing to keep a low profile or leave the sector. For many years following their fall, calling yourself a Haat Mando'ad was a surefire way to get yourself and your loved ones killed, as Death Watch made it a sport to hunt any of the remaining members and supporters.

Nite Owls (Ca'haaise)

Lit. "Night Eyes" - a group of elite soldiers originating on Kalevala, especially skilled as pilots and close-combatants. Valuing justice, loyalty, and authority above all else, they once upheld order around their home. It was seen as a noble commitment for a time, until New Mandalorian policies called for the Owls to disband. Some deferred to Kryze's authority out of respect for her clan, which once harbored many of its members within their ranks. They were hired as official security forces in the form of the Mandalorian Guard, along with members of similar groups, like the Journeyman Protectors of Concord Dawn.

The rest refused to give up their vows or traditions and left Kalevala in their ships, becoming semi-nomadic, still patrolling the borders of Mandalorian space out of a sense of duty for their people.

When Bo-Katan Kryze rose to be leader of the Nite Owls, she agreed to join Death Watch as a means to remove the New Mandalorians from power and restore their ways. Some members would eventually splinter off and return to patrolling the sector, put-off by the dishonorable and often cruel actions typical of the extremist group.

A defining feature of the Nite Owls, next to their shoulder-emblem, is the distinct helmet. The narrow, angled visor and leaf-like "bladed" dents in the cheeks are meant to inspire the image of a bird and serve to set them apart from other Mandalorians, regardless of clan. Some lean even more into it, by painting wings or a stylized owl face over the brow. Their armor mostly features blue, teal, and black, with accents of white.

Red Blades (Tal'kale)

Built on the ideals of the Haat'ade, similar to the Nite Owls not loyal to Vizsla, these soldiers serve all of Mandalore and its people as protectors and emergency responders. These can include Supercommandos, or will be joined by them on missions, if their goals align. The Blades, however, generally do not expect compensation for their work and are fairly self-sufficient.

The Red Blades were founded by a number of the clone deserters who had fled into Mandalorian space, with other Mandalorians soon joining their cause. They aim to fight back against Death Watch and the corruption invited into the sector, as much for the good of the people as it is for the chance of a home and chosen purpose. Refusing to let their skills go to waste, they wish to help wherever they can—landing somewhere between organized vigilantes and relief workers.

Their emblem depicts crossed swords, with a triangle above and a drop below. True to their name, most of their armor is painted red to honor each other and to be easily recognizable. Other common colors used in combination mainly include: black, white, and green.

Journeyman Protectors

The law enforcement agency fell under jurisdiction of the New Mandalorians when Concord Dawn's govenor joined the movement in response to increasing attacks by Death Watch. Some of the constables would go on to become members of the Mandalorian Guard issued by Satine—the stability and payment favored by most, while younger recruits often wish to enact law and order beyond the confines of the farm-world.

Old Mandalorians

These encompass any of the neutral, independent, or un-involved Mandalorians adhering to the Resol'nare. Most of these clans and individuals have chosen to distance themselves from the civil war, leaving the Mandalorian sector to settle somewhere else, or wander around the galaxy as bounty hunters and mercenaries.

Colors

Most, but not all Mandalorians, use colors to signify their core traits and values. From painting their armor, to the shade of their kute—the way they choose to present themselves can say a lot about them as a group or individual.

Black - Justice

White - Vision, Forethought, and later Death

Gray - Mourning a loved one

Silver (light) - Purpose

Gold (sand tones) - Vengeance

Red - Honoring clan, heritage, or leaders

Orange - A lust for life and much more

Yellow - Honor, Integrity

Green - Duty

Teal - Cunning

Blue - Reliability

Purple - Freedom

Pink - Tenacity

Brown - Valor

Darksiders

Ventress

Based on her appearance in the 2003 cartoon, she's got those glowing white eyes and buff shoulders, ok?

Actually Rattataki instead of a Nightsister and is only 21 at the start of the Clone Wars

Ambitious, arrogant, immature but focused, and eager to prove herself with a certain dramatic flair

Appointed herself as Dooku's Apprentice (pending), with a desire to obtain and understand the power of the Sith and "punish" the Jedi for their arrogance etc.

The thing is that her heart really isn't in it, even if she acts that way and what she really wants is the strength to make a difference when it matters (trauma alert)

She follows as a student, not as a pawn, her loyalty only to her own belief

Maul

Survived getting bisected, as usual, but it was mostly thanks to his training at the Academy, the Force and a whole lot of help

It took a while for him to start walking again and by then, the thought of facing Sidious after his failure made him hesitate

Masking his presence even from Palpatine via a nodule of the Force dragon he once killed in Coruscant's depths

Once possessed by ideas of revenge, his focus eventually shifted as his needs did, later becoming a skilled slicer and assassin

He would learn to grow beyond his conditioning, while accepting the darkness as an inevitably inherent part of him

A decade later as an ex-Sith, his greatest desire is to see his fromer Master's house of cards fold into itself and watch the old man trip and die

Would be reasonable for him to hold some grudges against everyone who's wronged him, including Obi-Wan... And yet, it would be kinda funny if Maul barely even gives a damn anymore and is just being petty, but Kenobi still has nightmares about him.

Grievous

Also based on his 2003 CW appearance - that guy was Menacing

Dangerous, unpredictable, and a force to be reckoned with, despite being as Force-sensitive as a rock

Definitely ups the horror factor and plays with his opponents before viciously striking them down

Doesn't really do the whole hacking, coughing, or weird villain accent, sorry.

He's like a creepier, slightly more unhinged version of Vader; really displaying that "more machine than man" theme

Has been killing Jedi since he was brought into this war and is an actual major threat

Dooku

Joined the Sith after becoming disillusioned with the Republic and sees the grand plan as the best way to "fix" everything wrong with the galaxy

Has the full intention to overthrow Palpatine once all the pieces are in their place

He's in a weird position where he's very much aware of the corrupting power of the dark side and has fallen to the same kind of greedy ambition he hated, but also can't see any other way to achieve meaningful change

Inevitably trapped himself in a downwards spiral where he continues to struggle with his attachments to others

Especially when it comes to Yoda, Kenobi and eventually even Ventress, whom he can't help but harbor a certain fondness for

Dathomir

The Dathomiri are a hybrid-species born from the intensely force-sensitive natives of the planet and a group of Zabraks, who once settled there. The original population strictly divided themselves into female witches and male hunters, the practice persisting even after contact. Key features include a lack of hair, glowing eyes, and a crown of horns found more prominently (though not exclusively) among males. Time also brought a significant dimorphism in color: majority of the women bear cooler skin-tones, while men tend to have more intense, warmer shades.

Majority of the witches on Dathomir are part of the Nightsisters, led by Mother Talzin. Some of the other clans remain, though they are few and far between. These witches still practice their old traditions and cultivate close bonds with the native rancors.

All covens delve in illusions, visions, and echoes, but have also developed a Force technique allowing them to manipulate temperature - freeze objects solid or set them on fire. They tend to make for exceptional Force healers, too.

The Nightbrothers aren't entirely subservient in this, it's a more complicated relationship. They live a largely nomadic life on the surface of the planet, moving with the seasons as hunters and honing their skills as warriors. The 'Sisters live in hidden, vast underground networks, to be "closer to the heart of Dathomir, the darkest shadows." While both have night vision, the 'Sisters usually can see in complete darkness, although it tends to make them sensitive to light. The hunters both revere and fear the witches, typically offering tribute and sometimes trade - supplies for potions and help.

While the greater majority of Dathomiri are force-sensitive to some degree, the hunters usually go without proper training and their connection often fades as they grow older. Sometimes a child turns out too strong in the Force to ignore, and is taken by the Nightsisters to be trained as a "Shade" - warriors skilled in the Force, often given to outsiders as assassins and soldiers (particularly the Sith).

The full-body tattoos is a tradition shared by some other Zabraks, either as a rite of passage, or to denote belonging to a clan or family lineage.

Tusken (Ghorfa)

Among themselves and some groups of Jawa, they are still known as the Ghorfa, who once lived in the ruins built into canyons and caverns. Many of the settlers on Tatooine are not aware the "Sand People" of the Dune Sea are the same ones as the "Lost Architects" of their archaeological finds, or simply choose not to see it.

"Tusken Raiders" initially only referred to tribes with a similar appearance as the group that once attacked Fort Tusken, but some—particularly off-worlders—use it as a blanket term for all Ghorfa. Through the generations, an ever-increasing number of people have taken to calling the nomads of the Wastes simply "Tusken."

There are many different tribes, with various traditions and opinions, most of which keep to themselves and are simply trying to survive, keeping their culture alive. However, there are those who carry more resentment towards outsiders for driving them from their homes and killing their people. These are better known to the settlers and off-worlders, due to frequent skirmishes and raids.

Tuskens use little, if any, metal in their tools and wear; the sand and heat would make it too much of a hazard. Of course, there's always outliers and exceptions, but majority of the hard materials they use are bones, wood, stone, and clay or glazes. Many have a disdain for the technologies of settlers, either drawing back on old beliefs that such technologies caused the downfall of their civilization and killed their world, or simply finding them ill-suited for the desert. Not all share this view to the same degree, as some are seen making use of scavenged items and have even left the planet via ship.

Born of the need to protect themselves from harsh conditions, the practice of covering their entire body in robes eventually became a sacred tradition. Showing any skin outside of clan members or healers is considered a great taboo, although the exact rules can vary among tribes. The design of head gear is not only essential to their survival, but also signifies their tribe and sometimes even profession. The language is a mix of spoken words and hand signs; keeping sentences short and frank. Their vocalization is nearly opposite to the Jawa, with strong and deep voices to be heard through wind and robes—they have a surprisingly easy time conversing with Wookiees.

The greater majority of them are noted to be exceptional navigators and mathematicians; according to myths, the Tusken "never lose their way." We've also decided making them a longer lived species with an average of 250 years or more in better conditions. Also, I don't care what canon says, these guys can be Force-sensitive as well. Those who are, usually become known as Guides, Seers, and Healers and are regarded with the highest respect across tribes.

That's all for now.

If you have any questions or suggestions, please let me know!

I'm also not as well-versed in Mando'a, so I appreciate any pointers thrown my way 😅

[daisy-daze17]

Omori Manga Thoughts cause it was uhhh

OK so like. The thing is I only got into the omori fandom in February of this year so take my opinion with a grain of salt.

1. I'm mostly a fan of the art style-- a lot of people said that Sunny always seems to have a panicked expression so it's hard to read into him, plus the characters look a lot younger than they're supposed to (Which I find odd). But other than that, I think it does a really good job representing the scarier parts with very abstract drawings of Mari/Something. They coloured it well and thank god did Kel's skintone right. There is one particular panel that I especially love:

So much detail and it captures the feeling of seeing faraway for the first time really well ^^

Some nitpicky positive thoughts:

Sunny could have looked more distinct from Omori because the only difference I see are their outfits. Maybe make Sunny's features softer and have less contrasting values so we can see an immediate difference.

I like how they did everyone's eyes-- Sunny/Omori's are just dull and black, and everyone else with dark eyes are shown to have a light in them. (Just a nice detail i appreciated)

I like how Omori is clearly less expressive compared to sunny, but I think Sunny could have benefitted from having more emotions than surprised/blushing.

2. The pacing was weird. like really fucking weird. The basic structure of the game Omori is: Omori is in whitespace -> Omori plus the gang (Hero, Aubrey and Kel) meet up with Basil and Mari in headspace -> everyone minus Mari goes to Basil's house and learn all the combat stuff along the way -> after fixing the photo album it suddenly shifts to basil in a panicked state before glitching you back into white space again. The moment when basil shifts the mood from calm to terrifying is REALLY important.

It forces the new tone on you very suddenly and also sets up a lot of mystery surrounding Mari when Basil can't finish what he was going to say about her. By now we know that something is very wrong and it has to do with Mari, but we don't know what.

The manga is kind of all over the place the whole time. First we see the christmas scene when Sunny gets his violin. But then Mari does her whole nightmare thing and we know somethings up from the first few pages. Next we wake up at night as Sunny in the real world... yet it shows the little "THREE DAYS LEFT" as well? At this point I was super confused because basically the entire nighttime sequence is shown through a sort of montage with Sunny's mom's voice message in the background before transitioning into the day when Kel first knocks on the door. A cool thing they did was parallel Kel's knocking with the creepy knocking we get from Mari Something. HOWEVER for reasons unknown they just completely cut out the fight against something on the stairs??

Something I was really excited about was seeing how they would integrate the combat into the manga. And they do it later with the Aubrey fight (more on that later), but not now? So now I'm wondering if they'll include Sunny's three fears that he has to overcome.

So next we find our boy (KEL!!!!!) and he is asking Sunny if he wants to come to Hobbies. I did find the dialogue here pretty awkward as Kel bounced back and forth in demeanor, but that's to be expected since Sunny isn't talking. (And I appreciate how he shows some kind of reaction to seeing one of his best friends after 4 years lol)

I mean compared to this when he just jumps straight into his hobbez idea without much reaction to actually seeing Sunny lol.

The most notable thing after this is the Aubrey confrontation with Basil and the other hooligans. I DONT KNOW WHY but they chose to not show the hooligans in that scene!! The hooligans are aubrey's little gang/posse who she hangs around with all the time and the people we always see when she's bullying Basil.

It's very important to note that Basil is talking to KIM here. He starts the conversation begging for her to tell Aubrey to give the photo album back. Aubrey is actively ignoring his attempts to get it back, with basil claiming "She won't listen to me."

In the manga she appears out of seemingly no where and proceeds to beat Basil directly with her bat. Prior to this we get no setup or explanation as to why Aubrey's attacking him or what the situation is. WORST OF ALL, It's only Aubrey alone attacking him and NOT her gang of the Hooligans. The hooligans are important in showing us just how isolated and ostracized from society Basil really is after Aubrey began bullying him. He literally has a whole gang of kids who call him a creep and attack him regularly. Here it seems like Aubrey is insane and is just beating him selfless for kicks. (not that I'm justifying Aubrey's behavior in the game, but the lack of context makes this situation even worse.)

I think It's also important to bring up how they switched around the order of events because in this situation, it's not working. We're supposed to first be introduced to younger Aubrey and Basil in headspace-- their younger counterparts. Aubrey is strong-willed and excitable and Basil is calm and kind. And most importantly-- they're VERY GOOD FRIENDS. So seeing Aubrey revealed to have been bullying him these past 4 years shocks the player and makes them understand how much things have really changed. Doing it the other way around will automatically villainize DW Aubrey since we already know what goes on in real life.

And then something interesting happens-- Sunny blacks out during the fight and returns to Headspace. This is SUPER weird as we've only ever seen Sunny go into headspace while sleeping, because it's an escape mechanism he uses to avoid The Truth. Does this mean he isn't aware he goes into headspace unwillingly sometimes? And what does this mean for the continuation of the real world story? Are we going to go through the entire Space Boy quest just to get back to that scene?

Anyway, I'm interested to see how they take it from here. Maybe they'll do a continuous switchover to the real world where they jump between it more frequently. But I question what that would mean for the timeline because the events of headspace happen in between the three days while Sunny is sleeping-- so he can't be in two places at the same time. Maybe they'll write more and more random ways for Sunny to black out to do this?? They defiantly are trying to take a step back from following the game exactly. I can't say I don't like it because I don't know how it'll turn out, so I'm excited for chapter 2!

[randomalistic]

first off. i can't believe that i already followed you- your spam blog -and didn't know.

second. i literally just had a dream shere i was rambling to someone about turbo using stuff from your essay. apparently it rewired my brain so hard it, and you, manifested in my dreams lol (i even made a bad joke that "you can say he's Turbo-tastic!" hah)

and congratulations on making such great work of art that is the essay, you can feel and hear the love(and hyperfixation) poured into it.

i do wonder tho, what was the hardest part when making it?

I’m so glad you enjoyed it yay :)❤️ and also recognized me from my sneo blog LOL

I feel that so horrendously much. I legit had a dream a few nights ago about someone APPROACHING ME cuz they recognized my voice from the essay (girl get an ego check) but they then said “dude it’s so obvious you’re into him” or something. And I was like. 🧍‍♀️Well you don’t have to say it out loud

Anyways you’re not the only one cuz the video haunts me too. even after its birth.

The hardest part?? Oh Man. Can I say Everything.

There were a few stretches that were REALLY TOUGH. short answer: Entire first half of the video. Also the longer parts like the Manipulation section, Turbo reveal section, and the Cybug King Candy section. I had a lot to say for these and it was tricky to condense it into something Comprehensible

Long answer:

I completely overhauled the entire first half of the video (EVERYTHING before the kart breaking scene) because I wasn’t satisfied with the writing/delivery etc. (Which was a good choice because my arguments were pretty half baked before) but oh my god that was like a week and a half of 7 hour recording and rewriting sessions it was brutal. Especially annoying because those arguments were super old and I was getting sick of thinking about them. So instead I used them as a backbone to structure better arguments and revamp the script so that kept me from going insane. However it was also really fun because I got to see my old ass arguments finally be explained to their fullest capacity. And also I got to write shit like ☝️🤓Excuse me sir your turbo is showing..

The biggest issue with this being my first ever video essay and it taking so goddamn long: you could SEE my writing/editing/voicing skills improve over the span of the video itself. Which is really cool improvement wise but REALLY . REALLY BAD CONSISTENCY WISE. Like the first half of the video is the part people are gonna see first. It SETS EXPECTATIONS. IT HAS TO BE PEAK

I think I re-edited the synopsis upwards of 5-6 times. Which makes sense as that was like the first thing I started the project with but ouhvhhhgghghr. Making a section from scratch is WAY easier than going back and having to redo something

Early on I cut out an entire fully edited/scripted/recorded 3 minute section of me talking about Megamind and its sequel because I realized. This is pointless and everyone has TALKED ABOUT MEGAMIND BEFORE AND THIS HAS NOTHIBG TO DO WITH WRECK IT RALPH. There were a lot of scrapped ideas

Audio was also really challenging, just entirely. Making sure the levels were consistent (I had absolutely zero voice volume normalization I did it all manually 😭 I’m gonna have to figure out how to do that) Also just the concept of recording my voice and having to speak out loud in a space was Real Bad for my anxiety but You Do it Scared. Had to wait until I was home alone or like 99% sure I was alone before I could say anything without worrying. Also training my voice to sound engaging and consistent was so hard and it took maybe 6 months for me to get it down. Also I had no fucking idea where to record, like at first I was recording in a CLOSET (and later under a piano??) and then I was wondering why my lines sounded so weird. Then I realized I could just Record in a room and it would sound JUST FINE. So basically uhhh every single part was the hardest part. But it was worth it and very fun I think 🫶

[ginger-lemon-teaa]

Shenanigans of Part II

Uhhh with Part II almost concluded I just realised that I haven’t posted much art for a hot minute and then I remembered that I had planned to post a whole bunch of art at the end of this Part so uhhh… expect a flash flood of art later this week after such a dry spell lmao <3

In any case - enjoy this selection of doodles of some goofy (and not so goofy) moments from Part II!!

[ikeprinces-stuff]

🪽[𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝]🎶

A/N: Frustration, depression and self-loathing can be your best inspiration when the week slaps you in the face and reminds you of your worthlessness. Romarin: . . . What?

Pairing: Leon Dompteur x Romarin ?????? (OC)

Warning: Uhhh... Mention of assassination, some blood and idk...

Words: 4k... Again

People who might appreciate this series: @reborn-elven-spirit @chirp-a-chirp @queengiuliettafirstlady @the-bird-and-the-flute

Previous chaps: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

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𝙰𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 20 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 :

“Your playing is beautiful,” he said, his eyes wide with admiration.

“I know! I’ve been practicing forever!” she replied, puffing out her chest playfully. “Now hit me with more compliments!”

“Uh... Your clothes are cool... not like mine,” he muttered, glancing down at his shabby, torn garments.

The girl's face dropped for a moment. “Wait, I was just... joking... I didn’t mean to—” she stammered, feeling guilty for her teasing.

“It’s cool. Can you play another song? I love to hear more...” he said, eager to redirect the conversation.

She hesitated, panic creeping in. She only knew that one song! What was she going to do? Just then, the boy looked away, his face shadowing with something sad.

“I gotta go… They might notice I’m gone... and punish me,” he whispered, the weight of his words hanging between them.

“You’re leaving?” she blurted, wishing for a different answer. His dull eyes told her everything—he wasn’t sure.

“Will we meet again…?” she pressed, her heart racing.

“I don’t know,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I know!” she exclaimed, an idea sparking in her mind. “If one of us comes here and the other isn’t around, we leave a mark!” Her smile was bright and hopeful as she dashed to the tree, carving two lines into its trunk. “This one’s for me; this one’s for you! If we miss each other, we’ll add more lines!”

“Um, okay…” he replied, skeptical but intrigued.

Suddenly, she realized, “Wait! What’s your name?”

“Why do you wanna know? Maybe we won’t meet again.” he shot back, avoiding her gaze.

“You don’t know! What if it's years later?” she teased. “I wanna call you so I can find you!”

“No!” he shouted, panic flashing in his eyes. “I don’t want you to yell my name! I won’t tell you!” And just like that, he sprinted away, leaving her stunned.

The next day, she returned to their special oak, searching for him, hoping for a sign. But nothing—the tree stood silent, holding no marks, no traces of their meeting. Day after day, she came back, leaving her own marks, longing for him to show up. But he never did, and eventually, hope flickered out. She stopped coming, and the memories of those bright, playful moments faded into the distance, just like the boy she never really knew.

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“So, Leon,” Jin interjected, his curiosity piqued, “are you going to tell us about this duke who just appeared out of nowhere?” His sharp gaze swept across the faces of his brothers gathered around the round table, each one leaning in, eager for the revelation.

Leon met their expectant stares, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Of course. That’s precisely why I’ve summoned you all here,” he replied, his voice steady as he locked eyes with each prince in turn. “You must be familiar with the Sierra family, yes?”

A heavy silence descended upon the table, thick with intrigue.

Clavis broke the stillness, his tone tinged with amusement. “Ah, the Sierra family—a lineage cloaked in enigma and scandalous tales. It’s safe to say that in Rhodolite, everyone is aware of their existence. What remains a mystery, however, is what lurks behind their mask of nobility.”

Nokto leaned forward, eager to add to the conversation. “True, but their reputation isn’t just for show. They own an art gallery right in the capital, and their paintings are routinely sold at extravagant auctions, raking in immense wealth.”

“Don’t tell me they ended up like the Marcels?” Yves interjected, his eyes narrowed in concern. At Leon’s dismissive shake of the head, the tension in the air only heightened.

Licht's brow furrowed in thought. “So what does that mean for us?” he asked, bringing the conversation back to focus, though his impatience was rising.

Leon’s voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, an air of mystery enveloping his words. “It seems that some of the whispers about them hold truth. We just needed someone to shine a light on the shadows.”

Chevalier leaned back, chewing on the implications. “You can’t just take a rumor at face value, especially not from random tongues. What better proof could we ask for than from the rumor-mongers themselves?” His words hung in the air, electrifying the atmosphere, causing wide-eyed astonishment among his brothers—everyone except for Leon.

“Wait, are you saying the Sierra family... Duke Espin himself?” Jin stammered, shock coloring his voice.

“No, not him,” Leon replied cryptically,

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 :

“Your Grace, your sudden appearance without so much as a message is quite unacceptable. I trust you have a compelling reason for such an unannounced visit?” Leon's voice cut through the silence like a knife. His tone bore a reprimand, despite his effort to maintain a calm demeanor.

Chevalier, standing beside him, added with a commanding air, “I have little patience for frivolities, so do us the courtesy of summarizing your desires. I don't have all day.” His presence alone seemed to send a shiver down the Duke's spine, prompting an immediate nod of compliance from him.

“First and foremost, I must apologize for my impudence and uninvited arrival,” the Duke began, his voice steady. “I assure you, my purpose here cannot withstand delay or rescheduling.” The King and the 2nd Prince remained silent, their gazes fixed intently on the Duke. Clearing his throat, he continued, “Allow me to introduce myself. I am Evander… Evander Sierra.”

“Sierra…” Chevalier echoed, the weight of the name hanging heavily in the air. It was steeped in notoriety and history, none of it particularly favorable. “And what business does a Sierra have with the royal family?” His voice was laced with suspicion.

Leon, regarding the Duke with keen interest, interjected, “I've heard whispers that Duke Espen Sierra had progeny, though they were said to be mere children. I didn't realize he had a grown son.”

“Perhaps I was deemed unworthy of mention in those circles…” Evander murmured, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “But I am indeed the… only progeny and sole heir of the late Duke, Espen Sierra.” A slight hesitation punctuated his declaration, as if the weight of his lineage pressed down upon him.

An uneasy silence filled the room, as Leon's brow furrowed in contemplation. “The late…?”

“Yes, Your Majesty. With profound sorrow, I must inform you of the official passing of the former Duke last night.” Evander's words hit like a thunderclap, and the King's eyes widened, disbelief etched into his features.

“But he seemed in good health the last time I saw him.” Leon exclaimed, only to be met by Evander’s cold smile.

“The former Duke was a master of disguise, concealing his vulnerabilities from the world, including from me, his only son,” Evander admitted, bitterness twisting his lips.

Leaning forward with intensity, Chevalier probed, “So, is this an urgent plea to attend your father’s funeral? From the manner in which you speak, it sounds as though you were not particularly close. Am I mistaken?” Chevalier received a sidelong glance from Leon, who scrutinized the Duke with keen interest.

“Your reputation precedes you, Your Highness. You are correct; I am not here to mourn the former Duke's passing. I seek an affiliation.” The finality of Evander's words hung in the air, the tension rising palpably.

Leon and Chevalier exchanged a look—one of mutual understanding. “An affiliation?” Leon repeated incredulously. “After years of enmity between the Sierra family and the royal family?”

“I do not shy away from the truth, Your Majesty,” Evander replied steadily. “As a member of this family, I recognize the longstanding animosity. If I desired its continuation, I would not have come here in the first place.” His voice trembled slightly, yet the resolve beneath it was unmistakable.

“My relationship with the former Duke was far from cordial.” He spoke coldly, “Especially considering his purported ties to the anti-monarchy faction—a rumor, perhaps, but one I suspect you've long wished to confirm.”

Leon and Chevalier's eyebrows furrowed, the Duke’s candid admission stunning them. It was common knowledge that the Sierras walked a fine line of suspicion regarding their affiliations, but to hear it acknowledged so openly by a member of the so called family was unexpected.

“By voicing this, and seeking a new alliance, you are asserting that the Sierras wish to sever ties with the anti-monarchy faction, correct?” Leon leaned in, locking eyes with Evander.

“The former Duke's associations have only succeeded in fracturing my family. I will not conceal his tyranny, nor the cruelty he wielded over our household. His legacy has stained the Sierra name. I have lost those dear to me due to his actions, and my resolve is to end this once and for all. I have never shared his beliefs, perhaps why he chose to ignore my existence. It is time for a change.” Evander's voice surged with conviction, each word weighted with the promise of a new beginning.

“So, it’s all a matter of self-affirmation?” Chevalier mused, leaning back in his chair, his brow furrowing slightly. “You must also be aware of what’s now the talk of the town, right?”

Evander nodded confidently, a glimmer of urgency flashing across his eyes. “I know—it’s the murder of the Marcels. That’s another reason I came here.”

Leon and Chevalier exchanged glances, their interest piqued. “Go on,” Leon urged, his tone a blend of skepticism and curiosity.

“In addition to requesting that the Sierras be affiliated with the royal family,” Evander continued, “I also request that they be guaranteed complete protection.”

Leon raised an eyebrow, his voice tinged with incredulity. “Complete protection? What’s spurred this urgent desire?”

Evander leaned forward, his expression serious. “I suspect your Majesty may have concluded that the Marcels were connected to the alleged faction. After King Leon took the reins, it seems they withdrew, intending to align themselves with the royalty. Tragically, they were murdered before they could establish that bond.”

At this revelation, both Leon and Chevalier’s eyes widened with shock. They had suspected the anti-monarchy faction’s influence in the Marcels’ demise, but the motive was chilling and unexpected.

“And what do we stand to gain from this alliance?” Chevalier inquired, intrigued yet cautious.

“The former Duke was not just a noble; he was a renowned artist in Rhodolite,” Evander replied, his voice steady. “He owned a fine arts gallery that has become a treasure trove of wealth, with his paintings fetching high prices at auction. Here’s the proposal: all profits from this gallery will go directly to support our soldiers—the ones defending our borders. It’s imperative we double their arms, equipment, and provisions.”

He paused, ensuring his words had the desired impact, then continued, “Furthermore, I’ll ensure that Zultanite province—the territory owned by the Sierras—will now provide whatever is necessary for our border forces.” Evander's voice resonated with determination. “All of Zultanite’s wealth and resources will henceforth belong entirely to the royal family.”

A tense silence descended upon the room as the magnitude of Evander’s offer settled in. This was a proposal for military support that could help the course of their tumultuous relationship with the Obsidian Kingdom.

Finally, Leon broke the silence, a sly smile emerging on his lips. “Alright, Your Grace, we will consider the matter for now.”

Relief washed over Evander's face, illuminating his features as he bowed deeply, gratitude evident. “I am deeply thankful, Your Majesty.”

Leon’s expression hardened slightly, a warning evident in his voice. “But heed this: if you act in any way that contradicts your promise, we will respond with severe consequences.”

Evander straightened, fervor igniting in his gaze. “Your order will be obeyed, Your Majesty. I swear to uphold your expectations. I understand that betraying you would be a betrayal of myself.” The sincerity in his voice rang true as he bowed his head repeatedly, gratitude pouring forth like a river.

Leon leaned back in his chair, letting out a deep breath as he wrapped up the recounting of the meeting he'd had with the Duke Evander Sierra the day before. The gravity of it all hung in the air like a leaden weight.

"This is a lot to take in," Luke murmured, scratching his head in confusion.

"Yeah, I’ll admit," Licht interjected, his brow furrowed. "The Duke made a tempting offer. I mean, we’re practically drowning in a shortage of weapons and gear after that last showdown with Obsidian’s forces."

"But he brought some sensitive information," Nokto replied skeptically, crossing his arms. "Only someone who was actually there would know the real details of what went down."

Leon nodded, recalling Duke Evander’s words. "According to him, his father was involved in the assassination. It makes sense that he’s got direct intel—after all, fears ran rampant within the faction. They thought the Marcels’ ties to the royal family would blow their plans wide open, so they decided to eliminate the threat entirely."

"So, the Duke's just trying to save his own skin, huh?" Vernard quipped, his sarcasm evident. He recalled that brief encounter with the Duke in the corridor yesterday.

"Come on, dear Vernard, don’t be so harsh," Clavis chimed in, adopting a measured tone. "Regardless of his motives, what's important is whether we can benefit from this. We need to judge him based on what he can prove."

Yves interjected, his skepticism clear. "We still don’t know if he’s being straight with us. The commotion he caused upon arriving is a mystery in and of itself. Just because he knows some details about the assassination doesn’t mean he’s trustworthy."

Jin leaned forward, serious. "The Duke claimed the Marcels were killed because they pulled out of the anti-monarchy faction and tried to align with the royal family after Leon took the throne. Are we supposed to believe he’s not playing us? Even if he's genuine, that doesn’t stop the faction from sending spies to keep tabs on him."

"Good point," Sariel added, penning his thoughts. "But from what I heard and what King Leon and prince Chevalier saw at the meeting, the duke seemed genuine enough. He capitalized on the death of the former Duke—either out of fear or strategy. He must’ve figured showing up late to the funeral would raise less suspicion about his absence, given the poor relationship between them.”

"You mean he’s worried they’d come after him?" Luke asked, piecing the puzzle together.

"That’s what he claimed," Chevalier confirmed, his tone neutral.

Leon gathered his thoughts, then spoke decisively. "Alright, here’s the plan. Nokto, I want you to head over to Zultanite province. I need you to scope out the situation—resources, way of life, dealings—all of it. And take Clavis with you for backup, I'll send a word to the duke about your trip there."

"Oh, are we going on a little adventure?" Clavis asked, a playful grin spreading across his face. "Gathering intel to see if our Duke friend is legit? Sounds like a fun spy mission."

Nokto rolled his eyes, clearly unimpressed. "It’s not spying if the Duke knows we’re coming. And why the hell are you dragging Clavis along?"

"Because, between the two of you, I trust you’ll gather more info than we actually need. We could use every bit of intel we can get right now," Leon said, his expression earnest.

"Save the flattery for later," Nokto replied dryly.

Clavis shot Vernard a look. "What about you, dear Vernard? Don’t you want to join us? You and Nokto do seem to enjoy each other’s company on long trips."

Vernard’s gaze remained cold, avoiding direct eye contact. "I wasn’t assigned to this task. I've got my own matters to attend to." He turned to Leon.

Jin chimed in, acknowledging the complications. "Things are getting messier, especially after that chaos last night. Word could get out about the assassination attempt, and we don’t want the townsfolk panicking."

With all eyes on Chevalier, who had remained silent until now, they were met with indifference. "Do whatever you like," he stated before rising and leaving the room, leaving an uneasy quiet.

"Alright, everyone has their assignments. I’ll take care of my part too," Leon commanded, signaling the end of the meeting as the others began to disperse.

After Sariel whispered something urgent to Leon, he gave a solemn nod and departed, leaving a heavy atmosphere in his wake. Leon, still processing the news, leaned against the table and let out a sigh that seemed to release all the tension he'd been holding onto.

Seated beside him, Vernard remained motionless, his usual stoic facade now replaced by a look of remorse or perhaps regret. Leon turned to him, his voice softening.

"It's not your fault, Verny," Leon said reassuringly.

"I should have told you sooner," Vernard muttered, his gaze fixed on the table, avoiding Leon's eyes. "And now..."

"You’re more worried about what happened than I am?" Leon interjected with a light-hearted tease, trying to ease the tension. Vernard's gaze lifted, meeting Leon's, curiosity piqued.

Leon continued, "Let me tell you something, she stepped in front of the dagger of her own free will."

"What...?" Vernard's voice was barely a whisper, shock painting his features, it seems that the story isn't as Vernard expected.

"As I said," Leon confirmed, his words hanging in the air as he fell silent, allowing the weight of his revelation to sink in.

After a moment, Leon stood up, signaling his intent to leave. "I have to go now." He paused at the door and turned back to Vernard. "Oh, and Vernard?"

Vernard looked at him, his expression a mix of confusion and concern.

Leon's face broke into a gentle smile. "Despite your... unconventional methods of foreseeing things, I'm glad you told me. So, thank you for watching over her all this time."

Vernard didn't respond, his eyes following Leon as he exited the room. Left alone, Vernard exhaled deeply, his sigh echoing in the now empty space, the complexity of his emotions lingering in the silence.

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Leon walked down the corridor, his footsteps barely audible against the polished marble floor. The echoes of the meeting buzzed in his mind, but they felt distant, overshadowed by the haunting memories of last night. “Why can’t I shake it off?” he muttered under his breath, his brow furrowing.

He could still feel the weight of her limp form in his arms, her pallid skin a stark contrast to the vibrancy he once knew. “You always joked about me being a hero,” he whispered, a pang of guilt tightening in his chest. “And look at you now, cracking jokes even while… while… everything was falling apart.” He clenched his fists, the thought of her smile spiraling into a quirk of fate that had turned him into the helpless one. “How could you save me when I was supposed to save you?”

As he ambled forward, lost in the tempest of his thoughts, each step felt like an anchor dragging him deeper into the ocean of despair. But just as he thought he might drown in it, a joyful voice pierced through the fog. “Your Majesty!” It was one of the maids, her face alight with excitement, her breathless approach breaking his trance.

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The sunlight, a cruel mockery of warmth, filtered through the window, teasing Romarin's eyelids. With a slow, pained groan, she finally pried them open, her usually vibrant jade eyes dull and weary. The world swam into focus, a disorienting blur before her comprehension began to claw its way back. Something was profoundly wrong.

Her head, a leaden weight, turned slowly, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. The rough-hewn wooden ceiling, a constant in her humble life, was now impossibly thick and ornate. The simple, two-candle chandelier was replaced by a glittering monstrosity, its countless candles casting a flickering, opulent light. The hard bed, usually a source of discomfort, was now a cloud of soft feathers, a stark contrast to the coarse blanket beneath her.

A jolt of agony shot through her as she tried to sit up, a hoarse gasp escaping her lips. Her hand flew to her side, instinctively seeking the source of the burning pain. Her fingers brushed against something unfamiliar – a thick, white bandage, stained a disturbing crimson. Her clothes, too, were different. The familiar long sleeves still covered her arms, her chest was also covered, but her stomach vulnerable. A wave of nausea threatened to overwhelm her.

"Ugghh..." she whispered, the sound ragged and weak. Memories, fragmented and sharp, flooded her mind, a relentless loop playing on repeat with each flicker of her eyelids. The cold steel, the searing pain, the chilling realization that she had been targeted, that she was about to die... Then, a flicker of hope, a blinding flash of warmth, and then… more pain.

"Leon..." she breathed, the name a soft plea escaping her lips.

As if summoned by the very sound of her voice, the door burst open and Leon strode in, his face etched with worry and relief. "Romarin..." he whispered, his voice a balm in the storm of her confusion. Their gazes locked, a silent exchange of unspoken anxieties passing between them. He approached the bed, his movements cautious, his relief evident. "I'm so glad you're awake," he murmured, his voice husky with concern. "I was terrified…" He paused, a shadow of dread passing over his features as he recalled the horrors of the night. He noticed her eyes flicker away from his, landing on his attire.

Gone was the simple shirt he always wore, replaced with a luxurious robe that spoke of power and privilege. A gleaming lion crest, a symbol of royalty, adorned his attire.

Silence descended, a heavy blanket between them. Finally, Romarin's voice, laced with disbelief, cut through the stillness. "You're… a prince, aren't you?"

Leon wasn’t surprised by the question, but he hadn't expected it to be the first thing she'd say. "A king, to be precise," he answered, watching her closely, waiting for the shock, the awe.

But it never came. "Huh… so that's it," she mumbled, her voice devoid of emotion.

Leon's smile faltered, a flicker of disappointment crossing his features. "You don't seem surprised."

Romarin shrugged, a nonchalant gesture that belied the turmoil within her. "Not really. I always felt you weren’t quite… ordinary. You always had this… special aura."

Leon's lips curved into a wry smile. "So, you suspected I wasn't who I pretended to be? Does that mean my disguise wasn't convincing?"

Romarin offered a weak chuckle. “I didn’t say you were a bad actor, just perhaps not very adept at concealing your noble side.”

"Perhaps I need a stronger disguise next time," Leon laughed, but the lightheartedness didn't reach his eyes. Romarin tried to echo his amusement, but the effort died in her throat. The memory of the pain, the terror, crashed back, silencing her laughter.

Leon noticed her sudden silence, his laughter fading. He reached out, his hand finding her head, gently stroking her soft hair. She didn't push him away, a small sign of comfort in the midst of her turmoil. "If you weren’t there—"

"Shhh," Leon interrupted, silencing her words. "It's over. You're safe now." His hand moved from her hair to her cheek, his touch gentle, reassuring. "I did what anyone in my position would do."

Romarin shook her head, her voice barely a whisper. "No. Most people wouldn't lift a finger, especially not if it meant getting hurt themselves. You almost got hurt, Leon… because of me." She closed her eyes, unable to meet his gaze, the memory of the blade, the burning agony, flooding back. She felt a shudder pass through her body. "If you hadn't intervened… I would be dead." The words were choked with gratitude, with a dawning understanding of the immense debt she owed him.

“Romarin… look at me.” The urgency in his voice was palpable, but her gaze remained fixed elsewhere, distant and unfocused. “Romarin…” he called again, his voice softening. He gently cupped her chin, turning her face toward him, and finally, their eyes locked.

A surge of pale relief washed over Leon. “See? I’m alright now, because you saved me,” he murmured, his tone shaded with emotion. The gratitude shone brightly in his eyes. “While I was supposed to be the one saving you, I suddenly found myself the victim… You don’t know how much I owe you for this.”

Romarin blinked in surprise, her brow furrowing. “You’re grateful… to me?” His quiet nod spoke volumes.

“A lot,” he affirmed, his voice steadying. “I've met women who recklessly throw themselves into danger for all sorts of reasons. It’s a dangerous sort of bravery, but it’s admirable, too. They willingly bear the risk to protect others, even knowing the danger that lies ahead.” A nostalgic smile played on his lips, reminiscent of another time long before he’d crossed paths with Romarin.

Romarin released an anxious laugh, then smiled gently. “Is that true or just something you’re saying to placate me?”

With a teasing smirk, he replied, “Call it what you will, but you should know…” His expression shifted, growing serious. “I owe you one.”

“Yes.” Romarin raised an eyebrow, a hint of mischief in her eyes. “One violin.”

Leon’s surprise flickered momentarily as he recalled the moment her beloved violin shattered, sacrificed for his sake. Instead of a burden, it was a mark of her unwavering spirit.

“Honestly, I'm starting to wonder why you even saved me," he jested, trying to lighten the mood.

“What do you care?” she shrugged indifferently, but he noticed her wince as she moved.

Leon’s protective instincts surged to life. “Romarin… your wound…” He leaned in closer, concern etched on his face. The way her body shook slightly as she remained silent gnawed at him. Moving swiftly, he rose and called for the maid who had informed him of her awakening. “Get the physician! Now!”

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The physician entered briskly, instantly taking charge. He carefully examined Romarin, removing the bloodied bandage as her eyes widened at the sight of her injury—deep and stitched. Leon's heart sank; he was no stranger to wounds, having witnessed countless injuries on the battlefield, but seeing Romarin's frightened expression twisted something deep within him.

“Even the slightest movement could cause the wound to reopen, and infection could set in if not treated properly,” the doctor cautioned, retrieving salves and bandages ready to treat her.

Leon’s voice interjected. “Wait…” The physician paused, eyeing him quizzically, while Romarin turned her gaze to him. “Hand me the supplies. I’ll handle the rest.”

Though the physician hesitated, likely wanting to question his competence, he relented and handed over the prescription without further dispute.

“She’ll need to rest for a few days. The herbs will aid her recovery, I'll come back to see how she is soon, Your Majesty.” he adviced then bowed before stepping out, leaving Leon and Romarin alone.

Leon approached her bedside, sitting carefully beside her. “I promise to be gentle,” he offered, attempting to bring a light heart back into the room.

“You better be,” she replied dryly, adjusting her position before burying her face in her pillow. “Just get it done.”

He began applying the medicinal herbs, and her muffled moans of discomfort filled the room. Each sound pierced his heart like a dagger, and though a faint smile on his lips, it bore a heavy melancholy. Recognizing her fierce determination not to show her weakness, he admired her strength but felt the complexity of emotions washing over them both.

The memory of her vulnerability during the attack surfaced in his mind—a fragile dove caught in the crossfire of chaos.

Minutes passed, but the muffled sounds under the pillow shifted from moans to silent sobs, each tremor of her body echoing how deeply the trauma had affected her. She had survived, but the scars of the experience ran deep, far beyond the physical.

Romarin bit back her tears, feeling Leon’s gentle touch flinch from her wound. The room was heavy with unspoken words, the air thick with fear of loss and the ache of near tragedy.

When she finally peeled the pillow from her face, she found the room empty, the bandage now wrapped around her wound. The reality of Leon’s absence hit her like a tidal wave; tears streamed down her cheeks, unguarded and unrestrained. She hadn’t even had the chance to truly thank him for saving her.

Meanwhile, Leon stood just outside the door, his back pressed against the wood, allowing her space to reclaim her composure. A persistent voice in his mind urged him to let her grieve in solitude, to not intrude upon her vulnerability. He yearned to rush back in, to comfort her, but he also knew that sometimes, the strongest thing one could do is let the other find their way back to strength on their own.

In his heart, he carried the weight of duty—as a king, as a protector, as a man who cared deeply for Romarin.

𝐓𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 >>>>>>>>

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Hello self ship community, another starving artist is arriving (joke)

I'm going to be opening up commissions at the start of August, so here's a little advertisement made by yours truly to hopefully entice you!

(I mainly got the idea for this from seeing @.miutonium 's commission ad)

[Even if you're not interested in my commissions, reblogging and sharing this is absolutely appreciated!]

Uhhh here are prices and rules 'n' that kind of thing. I'll make a more official commission post later, but here's like. The rough expectations

Pencil Drawing/Bust: $5

Pencil Drawing/Half Body: $6

Pencil Drawing/Full Body: $7

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Digitally Colored/Head: $10

Digitally Colored/Half Body: $12

Digitally Colored/Full Body: $15

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Extra Character: +$3 for sketch, +5 for Colored / for each character

Backgrounds: Simple +$5, Complex +$10

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Rules:

✅Self ships, OC x canon, oc x oc, fanart, OCs, anthro, furry, robot, mecha (to some extent)✅

❌N.S.F.W. / F.etish art, P.edophilia / I.ncest, P.roship. If it's problematic, I am not going to do it.❌

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I'll be taking payments from Paypal! You can reblog this post and say you're interested in a slot, or DM me!

Thanks so much for reading through all this :]!

[team-avia]

Do you know how many hours or rather months it took to create the game? Plus I'm curious how long it took for the designs

Uhhh around 1 1/2 years? Wow that's a really long time. Thank you to those who were there from the start!! Mwah!!

As for the designs... They largely remained the same since the very first post! Naturally, designs had colors switched out, some charas were given more detail, and just minor changes you expect when your art style develops over the course of several months!

Here's a little thingie I made to show how much they've changed:

(ive made some for the others too, but that's for a later post hehe)

Finch

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Hickeys— Romantic #1

In which: Max gives Nick a hickey and he has to try and hide it from his brothers (spoiler alert: they see it)

Idk why I’m counting I’m only writing about Nick but it’s whatever 🤷‍♀️

Like I said, I’m not writing smut so it’s nothing like that!!

Cheers to my first fic on here being done??

Also I feel like Max is such a common name in these Nick fics but I can’t think of any other name so oh well. It’ll probably be a different name each fix ngl. Also I imagine Max looking like the guy on the right. (Which is Trevor from shameless)

Also the aesthetic in the pic is weird my bad!!

Max pulled away from Nick’s neck and looked at him with a heartwarming smile. He brushes some of his blonde hair behind his ear, taking a moment to admire the softness in his hair.

“You’re so beautiful, I don’t think I tell you that enough.” Max says.

“You don’t have to compliment me all the time!” Nick replies, rolling his eyes playfully, resting onto the headboard on his bed.

“Yes I do. I want you to know I love you. Also you compliment me like everyday so I just HAVE to do the same thing!” The brunette claims.

“There’s other ways to show that you love me. You don’t have to say something about my hair and eyes everyday.” He reassured.

“Oh yeah? Like what?” Max inquired.

“Hmm, I don’t know, maybe watching RuPaul’s Drag Race with me, maybe just doing something small.” Nick smiled. “We can just lay here all day and watch movies and I’d be happy.”

“Really? You don’t want me to take you out to fancy dinners or anything?” He wondered.

“Well, I wouldn’t mind going out. But I don’t expect you to take me out to dinner for a date every time. Just staying in bed with you is good enough for me.” The blonde responded, laying down in his bed. “But, if you want to go out, we can. I can’t make all the decisions.”

“I think I’m good for right now. It’s too early to get up anyways.” Max said, falling next to Nick.

They look at each other and smile for a moment, Max’s eyes trailing down to Nick’s neck. Immediately propping himself up with his elbow.

“Oh shit…” He muttered.

“What?” Nick asked, his smile slowly fading.

Max didn’t respond, only softly rubbing his fingers along the other’s neck. Nick sighs and grabs his phone, turning on his camera and looking at his neck. His jaw dropped. Purple spots, that almost looked like bruises, were along his neck. It wasn’t dark, and there wasn’t that many, but it was definitely noticeable.

“I’m sorry, Nick.” Max apologized, sitting back.

“It’s fine! I’ll just find something to cover it up with! The only problem is that Matt of Chris would never leave me alone about this if they saw it.” Nick replied, throwing his legs over his bed and getting up.

He walks to his bathroom, Max not too far behind. “Madi left some makeup here last time she was over, we can use some of that.”

“Does she just leave makeup here?” Max asked.

“Yeah, unexpected sleepovers happen way to often.” Nick shrugged, opening one of the drawers and pulling makeup out. “You’re good at art, right?”

“Yeah, painting! Not makeup!” The curly haired boy exclaimed.

“It’s pretty much the same thing, you know more than me.” He said.

“Okay, we’ll yellow cancels out purple.” Max muttered, finding a yellowish liquid makeup and pouring it onto a sponge and gently dabbing it onto the purple marks.

“Okay, now we just need to find some makeup close to your shade…” He trailed off, looking through the makeup and finding a light concealer. He places some onto his finger and onto one of the spots, a little lighter but it wouldn’t be extremely noticeable. “This shade works! Now I just need to blend it out and we should be good!”

“Hell yeah!” Nick cheers, trying to stay still so Max can finish. “Wait, how long until the hickeys will be gone?”

“Uhhh, I don’t know! Just keep doing this until it’s not noticeable?” Max suggested.

“Ehh, good enough for me. I don’t feel like googling that right now.” The blonde shrugged.

A little later, they continued laying in bed until Max’s phone went off. “Shit, I have to go. My little sister is getting into some crazy ass shit.”

“What does that mean anymore?” Nick asked, laughing a bit.

“I mean, she sent the code word in all caps. She doesn’t just send that for no reason. I’ll fill you in on everything once I find out what dumbass shit she’s gotten into this time.” Max smiles, giving a quick kiss to Nick. “And I’ll be sure to go easier on your neck, it’s clear that it’s sensitive.” He teased.

“Ha-ha!” Nick yelled sarcastically.

After Max left, Nick decided to go to the kitchen to see what his brothers are up to, he’s been hanging out with Max since last night and hadn’t really talked to them because of that. He walks out his room and just as he suspected, they were both in the kitchen on their phones.

“Oh hey, you’re boy toy finally left.” Chris comments.

“Okay, don’t call him that.” Nick says.

“Well, what did you guys do all last night?” Matt teases.

“We stayed up all night watching Tim Burton movies. You guys are weird.” The blonde replied, getting a Little Debbie snack out the cupboard.

“Mhmmm, sure.” Chris added.

“What it with you guys? You both always act weird after Max leaves.” Nick raised a brow.

“It’s nothing! You just seem kinda flustered.” He replied.

“Now what does that mean?” The eldest triplet asked, taking a bite out of the sweet treat he held.

Matt and Chris glance at each other for a moment. Matt tilts his head a bit, staring at Nick’s neck. “You got something on your neck.”

“What? I do?” Nick asked, gently rubbing around his neck.

“Yeah, you do. What is that?” He responds, getting up to look at it.

“It’s probably nothing, I’ll get it off.” The blonde claims, about to walk away before Chris bursts out in laughter.

“Wait! Is that what I think it is?” Chris asked.

“WHAT?! What is it?” Nick wondered.

“No way, it is! I didn’t know you and Max were fucking!” He exclaimed.

“WHAT?” The boy shouted. “No, no, no, no, no! We are NOT doing all that!”

“Then why do you have a hickey on your neck?” Matt questioned.

“I don’t know! We were just kissing! We didn’t have sex and even if we did, it would be none of your business.” Nick stated.

“You covered the rest with Madi’s makeup didn’t you?” He asked.

“Yeah, he did.” The blonde admitted.

“Oh HE did.” Chris added.

“Yeah, he’s good at art and stuff so I thought he’d be better at covering it up.” Nick explained.

“He obviously missed a spot.” Matt said.

“Thanks, I’m aware.” The blonde sassed back. “It’s just some hickeys, it’s not a big deal.”

“Nobody is making it a big deal.” The middle triplet shrugged.

“Yeah, I mean, good for you dude.” Chris commented.

“Yeahhhh.” Nick awkwardly nodded. “Well, I’m wiping this makeup off my neck, it feels weird.”