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[sw5w]

The Jedi High Council

STAR WARS EPISODE II: Attack of the Clones 00:24:52

This angle and view nearly matches this shot from Episode I. Some differences you can see are the obviously new council members, and a different landscape to the Temple Precinct on Coruscant in the 10 years that have passed.

[shadowwingtronix]

"Yesterday's" Comic> The Solution #2

BW's "Yesterday's" Comic> The Solution #2

“Quick, we must help that woman with her crossword puzzle!” I’m not promising that every cover caption gag isn’t making fun of their name…at least unless the comic gets more interesting before I’m out of “essential” issues according to my list. The S0lution #2 Malibu Comics/Ultraverse (October, 1993) “Showdown” WRITER: James Hudnall PENCILER: Darick Robertson INKER: Mike Miller COLORING: Tim…

[ynwa4eva]

KOUMAAAAAS

[howlingday]

Funny moments from sonic zombies but with rwby characters.

(by the way if not seen sonic zombies)

https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&source=web&rct=j&opi=89978449&url=https://www.youtube.com/watch%3Fv%3D2Py2TdM_DVw&ved=2ahUKEwjksa63srKHAxV7EEQIHaH-BXAQwqsBegQIDxAE&usg=AOvVaw23ZoHEXf2U1j38wUCdX8N3

Here you go

Oh, I have certainly seen Sonic Zombies, Hooba Dooba...

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It was the night before Non-Descript Winter Holiday, and all through the town, not a creature was stirring... HA! Except for Ruby on her Segway! Ha ha! Ngh... D-Dammit...

Ruby: Douching through the snow~!

Ruby: Riding my Segway~!

Ruby: Which I shouldn't have~!

Ruby: Because the company went under~! Hee-hee~!

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Weiss: (Talking to a pile of bratwurst) Und den, Helga grew up, und she didn't have to vurk at Disney anymore. Und vutt did ve learn? If you go to vurk at Disney, you might have a job! Ich liebe dich~! (Kisses pile) Ich liebe dich, gut nacht~! Gut nacht, liebchens~!

Weiss: Oh, und vutt are you all doing over here?

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Blake: (Sighs)

Ruby: (Zipping around) Whoa! Whoa-ho-ho~! Radical, dude~! (Knocks down camera) Whoa- OOOOOOOOOOGH!

Ruby: Hey, Blake! What's with you? You look like you could use some Chips Ahoy!

Blake: (Sighs) Oh, Ruby, I miss Jaune. We were so close...

Ruby: Yeah, we all miss him. I mean, not really, but yeah. I agree.

Blake: ...You know what, Ruby? You remind me of Jaune.

Ruby: (Dressed like Jaune) Gee, I... wonder why.

Blake: Ruby, I think I'm falling in love with you~.

Ruby: You know what this means~! I'm getting laid, only at your Wal-Mart~!

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Oscar: Now, see here's the master plan! I took all of Weiss' bratwurst to summon demons! I'm gonna bring those zombies back and with it- (Camera flies) OOOOOOOOOGH!

Oscar: Oh, dear zombie lords, come to me because I need help! If I can take over the world, people will actually respect me! (Shakes) WHOOOOOA~!

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Jaune: Since you're a vampire, you're not going to try to suck our blood, are you?

Yang: Naw, man, I just drink cherry and grape soda. More importantly, the only way we can kill Ruby as a Rose-Hound is if we weaken her first.

Pyrrha: And how are you going to weaken her~?

Yang: Well, we need to find us a fine, sweet-ass bitch to take care of her, because if she does her, then she'll be vulnerable, and if she's vulnerable, I can take care of the rest, man~!

Jaune: Well, if we're going to do that, then I volunteer YOU to do it.

Blake: Hang on now! Why should I do it?! Because I'm a woman?!

Weiss: Oh, nein, nein, nein, Fraulein Blake~! You are ze most beautiful, kindest, sweetest, most gentle woman in the world. You are so sveet~!

Blake: Aw, do you mean that, Weiss~?

Yang: Naw, you just got a big ass!

Weiss: Ja, ja, pretty much.

Pyrrha: Uh, I think maybe I should go, too, because, I mean, she might find a two-for-one special more appealing! You know, like buy one, get one free~?

Jaune: Okay, Pyrrha, you can go, too. But this is going to be very dangerous. In fact, you could die from her doing you too hard!

Pyrrha: God, I hope she does~!

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Blake: Okay, I'm going to get some champagne. Does anyone want some?

Nora: NO~! LET ME DO IT~! HUAH HUAH HUAH~!

Nora: (Pouring glasses) Huah huah~! I love the holidays because it means I can get drunk~! Jingle bells, la la la~!

Nora: Huh...? (Turns) AUGH?!

Ren: Ahoy there! We're from IKEA, come to deliver a bed for you~! Hoo hoo hoo~!

Blake: Oh, my bed is finally here~! The bed will be right upstairs, and, well, since it's the holidays, why don't you stay for the party?

Ren: That would be quite swell~! Hoo hoo hoo hoo~!

Winter: If it's not too much trouble, then we would be happy to partake.

Blake: (Sighs) Don't you just love Non-Descript Winter Holiday? It's a time for friends, and family, and getting together~.

Jaune: You know, I really thought something bad was going to happen tonight, but I'm really glad it didn't!

Yang: Man, nothing bad happens on motherfuckin' Non-Descript Winter Holiday!

Weiss: Unless you have the spoiled kids who don't get the right colored iPhone.

Nora: HA HA~! NO MORE CHAMPAGNE~! (Hiccups, Falls) I DRANK IT ALL~!

Ruby: Ha ha~! A drunk white girl at a party~!

And so, there was no more RWBY Zombies. Just RWBY and their friends, all having a wonderful time...

Yang: (Sighs) It's real pretty tonight. Kinda lonely, but... I dunno...

Winter: Ms. Belladonna? Ms. Belladonna, your bed is- Oh! Excuse me, you're not Ms. Belladonna.

Yang: (Blushes) Uh, n-no, no, I'm not! I'm Yang! Um, who are you, er, gorgeous?

Winter: I am Winter, and it is a pleasure to meet you.

Yang: Y-Yeah, nice to meet you, too! Hey, you wanna go get a drink with me, motherfucker?

Winter: (Giggles) That would be delightful. Please, lead the way~.

Jaune: Well, Blake, it's time for me to go. It's been fun, but I have a kitty-cat to scrub.

Blake: Oh, are you sure you can't stay a little longer~?

Jaune: (Sighs) Yes, I know you want to have sex with me, but... Well, audience, it's time for me to go. It was fun while it lasted. But all good things must come to an end. (Leaves) EXCEPT ME! I WILL LIVE FOREVER~! HUEHUEHUEHUE~!

Jaune: Oh, I had a kitty on Non-Decript Winter Holiday~!

Jaune: And I'm going to scrub it~!

Pyrrha: Well, Weiss, everyone's hooking up tonight except us. Wanna get a little... desperate~?

Weiss: EXCUSE ME, I HAVE A BULL FAUNUS HUSBAND WITH EIGHT CHILDREN! You disgust me! (Leaves) YUCK!

Pyrrha: (Sighs) I'll never get laid by someone with a big weiner...

Oscar: Hyuck~! Actually, I'm hung like a elephant~!

Pyrrha: OOH-HOO-HOO~! THAT MEANS YOUR DICK IS FIVE FEET LONG~! C'MERE~!

Ruby: Well, Blake, everybody else hooked up tonight. Except you and me. Maybe we can go in your bedroom so you can hooba my dooba finally~?

Blake: Actually, Ruby, that's why I invited you~.

Ruby: HOOBA DOOBA~?! OOHOOHOOHOO~! HOOBADOOBADOOBA~! I can't believe it! This is gonna be the best RWBY Zombies ever because I finally get laid~!

Blake: Yeah, why do you think I bought a new bed~?

Ruby: I-I dunno, maybe you shit in the last one- I MEAN, I DON'T KNOW HOOBA DOOBA~!

Blake: Well, Ruby, before we do it, there's one thing I need to tell you about~. Promise you won't leave~?

Ruby: Uh... You are a chick, right? I mean, dicks are fine, but...

Blake: No, I'm definitely a woman, through and through. But there's a little secret I have to tell you~.

Ruby: Um... Okay, I'm ready!

Blake: Ruby, I'm not a Cat Faunus. I'm actually

A DEMON THAT'S GOING TO DEVOUR YOUR SOUL!

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"WAAAGH!" Ruby shot up from the couch with a start. Panting, she whirled around, hoping she truly was awake. Confirming her reality, she placed a hand to her chest and sighed.

"Are you okay, Ruby?" Weiss asked from her seat across from Ruby. She had put the book she was reading down as she stepped closer to her partner.

"Yeah," Ruby stood and stretched, "I was just having one of those REALLY weird dreams. You hungry?"

"I could eat. Your usual milk and cookies?" Weiss asked with a flat look.

"No!" Ruby shouted, startling Weiss. "No, uh... How about bratwurst?"

"Oh, I haven't had a decent bratwurst in so long..."

[wreywrites]

Wolf Songs

Jedi June Week 1

Prompt: Fun/Joy

A/N: Doing some extra scenes and some existing scenes from "The Protector," which is in final edits right now, so I'll start posting soon. Rather than first person from Ky's point of view, these will all be third person from other characters, kind of looking in at her life. Some of them will be Jedi, some won't. This week's comes at you straight from Creche Mom Le'Kal. Warnings: None AO3

Jedi Master Le’Kal Olto had raised three creche clans. Her first three she had made up little chants and mantras for, but this one, her fourth, she had decided to do something a little different. So the six crechelings of Wolf Clan howled.

They howled a lot.

They howled to the point where she sometimes wondered if she should apologize to the other creche masters, and Master Sinube, and Master Syssree in the laundry supply, and Master Yoda that day her half-dozen three-year-olds had burst into raucous howls at the end of their meditation session, and Master Nu when six five-year-olds entered the Archives as the model of respectful behavior and received a very stern talking to half an hour later for the same crime, and most of the Council, and—

Maybe she should issue a Temple-wide apology and tell her beloved creche that they must be polite with their howls, and save them only for game times.

Or, she thought, watching them line up for supper under the watchful and mostly helpful eye of Kit Fisto, the older Nautolan crecheling who often helped with their saber lessons and meditations, she could let it go on. There was no harm in it, and Master Yoda had simply chuckled at their antics, and Master Syssree had howled a raspy Trandoshan howl back to each of them individually as she handed them their new robes, and Master Nu… well, Jocasta could perhaps use a bit more levity in her life. Even if she was in charge of the Archives, and the Archives were supposed to be a quiet and respectful place of learning, and—

“Ready, little wolves?” Kit grinned at the six-year-olds lined up in front of him.

“Awooo!” they howled as one.

Most of one.

“Obi-Wan!” Keeli crossed her arms and bobbed her head at him, a Vurk expression of the highest disappointment on her face.

Obi-Wan barely looked abashed by this.

“You’re too serious!” Quinlan teased, turning around but not leaving his place in the immaculate line.

“I am the right amount of serious.” Obi-Wan held his head high, not looking at anyone in particular. “Being a Jedi isn’t all fun and games.”

Quinlan snorted, Keeli let out a rawk of disapproval, and Adi and Shaak, usually so strait-laced, actually stepped out of their places in line to look around Brallo, one on either side, and scrutinized poor Obi-Wan, who was perhaps now realizing his mistake.

“Being a Jedi is mostly fun and sometimes games,” Adi said, still leaning comically around Brallo.

Shaak, from Brallo’s other side, chimed, “Right, Le’Kal?”

Le’Kal smiled, took the briefest of seconds to arrange her thoughts, and said, “Being a Jedi isn’t all about having fun. However, it is important to have fun. It is much easier to find peace when you are happy and content, and it is easier to be content when you are having fun.” This, of course, being a teaching moment, she continued, “That does not mean you should howl all through meditations with Master Yoda this afternoon, but it does mean I want you all to be able to have fun with each other. It builds trust and friendship, and those things are important for Jedi. We are not meant to be alone.”

Le’Kal paused, looking at each little one individually, even Kit, who was feeling this divide more sharply than Wolf Clan, as the last of his own creche clan to not yet be a padawan. At fourteen, there was still time, but she knew it was hard for him, and she very much appreciated how well he put on a smile for her little ones.

She went on, “My creche-mates and I are still friends. We still share old jokes and stories from our time in the creche, and because we had fun together as children, we remain friends as adults and Jedi masters now, and because we are friends, we all know that we can call on the others for help and advice at any time. So…” Le’Kal paused, took a slow breath, and looked at each of them again, “being a Jedi is not all fun and games, but it is certainly harder without the fun and games.”

Wolf Clan looked at her with shining eyes full of awe, the Force’s current calm and cool and relaxed as they digested her words.

Kit, standing behind them at what had been the head of the line until they all turned around, smiled an almost disconcertingly soft smile when compared to his usual feral and toothy grins. If nothing else, he needed this.

Keeli broke formation first, bolting for Le’Kal and throwing her arms around the Mon Calamari’s middle in the biggest hug she could manage. Le’Kal barely had time to return the hug before the others swarmed them, surrounding her in a heartfelt group hug and warmth in the Force. Even Kit joined in, hugging her over Adi’s head.

Le’Kal simply radiated warmth back to them as she wrapped her arms around as many of them as she could reach.

Somewhere from the middle of the pile came a sigh and a quiet, resigned, “Awoo.”

“Awoooo!”

As the others started to howl with a vengeance, Le’Kal shifted one arm and ruffled Obi-Wan’s hair gently.

He smiled at her, looking a little rueful, then tipped his head back and howled again.

*****

Le’Kal’s datapad pinged. She glanced down at the table, confident that Shaak would alert her if something catastrophic happened as Brallo and Quinlan wrestled. They were usually careful, but she could never be completely sure. Thankfully, Shaak was responsible in the extreme.

It was a short message from Master Sinube: ‘Expect new initiate.’

She frowned. New? Six was too old, and any child younger than that would surely join one of the other clans, with children their age. She took a sip of tea and returned her attention to Quinlan and Brallo.

Next to her, Obi-Wan tensed and looked up with a sharp frown. “Is someone—?”

The door opened and there was Master Dooku of all people—soundly in the top five Jedi Le’Kal would never expect to bring new initiates to the Temple—and a girl, who did indeed look about the age of Wolf Clan.

She fed her flicker of surprise into the Force, smiled at the newcomer, and stood. “Master Sinube told me you were coming our way. Obi-Wan will welcome the company.”

Obi-Wan turned and shot what started as a shy smile but quickly became that famous winning grin of his at the girl. Le’Kal was quite sure her little wolves didn’t care about the species of their friends, but she also knew Obi-Wan didn’t always enjoy having to be careful of Shaak’s lekku and montrals, and Brallo’s lekku, and Adi’s tendrils, and Keeli’s head crest, and Quinlan was just different enough that Obi-Wan was always the odd man out. Another human would be good for him. Or at least give him a playmate whose head area he wouldn’t have to be so obsessively careful with.

The girl was grinning back at Obi-Wan.

Master Dooku inclined his head to Le’Kal. “Master Le’Kal, this is our hopeful initiate, Kylen Ydarra, of Vriis. Kylen, this is Jedi Master Le’Kal Olto. You will be in her charge for tonight.”

Le’Kal could feel cautious optimism from Dooku, and rampant excitement from Kylen Ydarra. It was a wonder the girl wasn’t visibly vibrating. “Force willing,” Le’Kal smiled, “for a few years yet. Let me introduce you around—”

Kylen suddenly spun around, reaching after Dooku, who had tried to slip out, as Jedi sometimes had to do when dropping off new crechelings. It was impressive how quickly most little ones became attached to whoever found them and brought them to the Temple and how little they wanted to be left with a group of strangers, even if those strangers were children their own age.

Kylen was staring at Dooku, the Force around her still overjoyed, but with the beginnings of anxiety churning beneath the surface. “You’ll come back?”

Dooku paused, then looked over his shoulder—very fondly, Le’Kal was surprised to see—and nodded. “I will see you at breakfast tomorrow, and then I will take you to the Council, and they will test you. After that, only the Force knows what will happen.”

“I know what will happen.” The girl did bounce on the balls of her feet this time. “They’ll let me stay.”

Dooku chuckled, then stepped out into the hallway and closed the door behind him.

Le’Kal gave the girl a moment to process this. The lesson of no attachments had to be taught early and reinforced often, and Kylen was already behind—though, at six, she must have chosen to come to the Temple rather than stay on Vriis with whoever was raising her. Selfishly, Le’Kal was interested to watch her grow, if only to see how her unique experiences would shape the Jedi she became.

“Kylen?” She spoke gently.

The girl turned around to face her. “Yes, Master?”

Le’Kal smiled. “You may call me Le’Kal. All the others do. What would you like us to call you?”

“Ky.”

“Very good.” Le’Kal gestured the others forward and put a hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder before gesturing to the others in turn. “Now, this is Obi-Wan Kenobi, Shaak Ti, Adi Gallia, and Keeli Andrell. And my wrestlers are Brallo Kitari and Quinlan Vos.”

*****

Ky was right. She passed the Council’s test with flying colors and became the seventh member of Wolf Clan, and she howled along with the others at moments both opportune and otherwise.

Eight years later, Wolf Clan’s six padawans and one youngling stood from their table as one, howled, and scurried from the dining hall. Quiet, good-natured laughter followed them, and a fair few Jedi shot fond looks at Le’Kal.

Across the table, Ashda chuckled. “What mischief do you think they will get themselves into today?”

“I suspect a game of hide-and-seek tag in the West Garden. In fact,” Le’Kal stood and picked up her tray, “I may go and watch, for old time’s sake.”

Ashda nodded with a smile. “Have a fun afternoon.”

“I will.”

She did.

She did not arrive in time to hear the cackling laughter that came when Adi pushed Obi-Wan into one of the fountains to gain an advantage in their race to the circular bench on the far end of the garden to see who would be the seeker for the first game.

She did arrive in time to see Shaak jog by, smearing mud on her face to camouflage her brightly colored skin. The young Togruta smiled at her, then ducked into the trees. Le’Kal sat on a nearby bench, closed her eyes, and drew in a deep breath, letting herself drift into the current of the Force.

The Force was bright and warm with their joy and excitement, each of the children a bright spot, flaring nearly white against the peaceful green of the life in the garden. Le’Kal smiled and watched them through the Force. Brallo counted, his voice quickly slipping into the soft monotony of meditation. Keeli hid near one of the huge tree forts, grown for games just such as this; Quinlan on the walkway on the top level of the garden with Ky just below him on a fountain’s broad shelf top; Adi and Obi-Wan on a pair of small floating hedge mazes on opposite ends of the garden; Shaak climbed high into a boga tree and nestled herself into a crook in one of the larger limbs.

Le’Kal stayed on the bench for three wild games of hide-and-seek tag, basking in the warmth of Wolf Clan’s joy and laughter, smiling in the knowledge that no matter what happened to them, her little wolves would always have their pack.

Jedi were not meant to be alone, and these little ones would never be.

*****

It had been twelve years since the fountain incident, twelve years since Ky had finally become a padawan, and now she was the last padawan of Wolf Clan, the others all knighted and given responsibilities that made Le’Kal proud—Brallo a healer, Obi-Wan master to his own padawan already, Shaak a creche mom. It was that very creche that led to one of their wildest games of hide-and-see tag yet. Shaak’s Rancor Clan was on Ilum for the Gathering, leaving her with what Le’Kal knew could be a very overwhelming amount of free time. Obi-Wan’s padawan, who was a sort of honorary member of the creche clan since he was their age when he came to the Temple, had gone along, leaving Obi-Wan with an equally overwhelming amount of free time. Rather than use that time for napping and truly peaceful—rather than educational—meditations, the silly wolves had rounded up their creche-mates for an afternoon of chaos.

Le’Kal treasured it. She sat in the West Garden and observed their games through the Force, today a riot of color with their joy. She laughed aloud when Obi-Wan finally evened the scales and sent Adi tumbling into the fountain. When she went to supper a few moments after Wolf Clan, her heart was light and her spirit rejuvenated from the simple happiness the little wolves had exuded into the Force.

After supper, she followed them to the much quieter East Garden, where they settled in one of the grassy open spaces in a small circle, and, still smiling, began to meditate. She couldn’t resist.

“May I join your meditations, little wolves?”

Their eyes lit up as they opened them and saw her just outside their circle. They scooted closer together, looking oh so much like the six-year-olds they once had been, staring adoringly at her as she told them bedtime stories, only now, at twenty-six, they were, to a man, taller than she. But the way Ky and Obi-Wan grinned happily at each other, the way Brallo bounced in place, the way Shaak repositioned her montrals for optimum comfort—none of these things had changed in twenty years. They were still the little wolves of Wolf Clan, still prone to howling at inopportune moments, still so strong in their bonds of friendship and their dedication to the Jedi Order and all that it stood for, still warm lights in the Force, surrounding her and reminding her of the simple joys of life and the peace that those joys brought.

Le’Kal smiled and sat in the gap they made for her, between Adi and Quinlan. She knew they didn’t need her instruction any longer, but she couldn’t resist.

“Close your eyes, little wolves,” she said, voice soft and melodic.

They all drew a slow breath as one, eyes drifting shut, peace swelling in the Force, and still, underneath, that contagious joy bubbling up.

“I’m one with the Force, and the Force is with me.”

Another deep breath.

“I’m one with the Force, and the Force is with me.”

Seven voices, much less shrill and somehow both quieter and louder than they had been twenty years ago, joined her.

“I’m one with the Force, and the Force is with me.”

How could she feel anything but joy, surrounded by these bright lights that were the future of the Jedi Order? How could anyone worry when they heard the howls and laughter of Wolf Clan ring through the halls of the Temple?

Jedi were not meant to be alone, and as if to prove that they had learned that lesson well, Wolf Clan slept in a pile in the short grass of the East Garden just like they had when they were crechelings, and the Force danced around them.

[argleblarg]

1 Huo beuotiffuol ire-a thy feet vit shues, Ou prince-a's duoghter! zee-a juints ouff thy zeeghs ire-a leeke-a juoels, zee-a vurk ouff zee-a huonds ouff a cuonning vurkmuon.2 Thy nefel is leeke-a a ruound gublet, vheech vuontet nut leequour: thy belly is leeke-a un heep ouff vheet set ibuout vit leelees.3 Thy tvu breests ire-a leeke-a tvu yuoung rues zeet ire-a tvins.4 Thy neck is is a tuoer ouff ifury; zeene-a iyes leeke-a zee-a feeshpuols in Heshbun, by zee-a gete-a ouff Bethrebbeem: thy nuse-a is is zee-a tuoer ouff Lebuonun vheech luoket tuoerd Demescuos.5 Zeene-a heed upun zee-a is leeke-a Cermel, und zee-a heur ouff zeene-a heed leeke-a puorple-a; zee-a keeng is held in zee-a gelleries.6 Huo feur und huo pleesuont irt thuou, Ou lufe-a, fur deleeghts!7 Zees thy stetuore-a is leeke-a tu a pelm tree-a, und thy breests tu cluosters ouff grepes.8 I seed, I vill gu up tu zee-a pelm tree-a, I vill teke-a huld ouff zee-a buoughs zeereuff: nuo ilsu thy breests shell be-a is cluosters ouff zee-a fine-a, und zee-a smell ouff thy nuse-a leeke-a ipples;9 Und zee-a ruoff ouff thy muout leeke-a zee-a best vine-a fur my belufed, zeet guet duon sveetly, cuosing zee-a leeps ouff thuse-a zeet ire-a isleep tu speek.10 I im my belufed's, und hees desure-a is tuoerd me-a.11 Cume-a, my belufed, let us gu furt intu zee-a feeld; let us ludge-a in zee-a filleges.12 Let us get up ierly tu zee-a fineyerds; let us see-a iff zee-a fine-a fluourish, vhezeer zee-a tender grepe-a ippeer, und zee-a pumegruonetes buod furt: zeere-a vill I geefe-a zee-a my lufes.13 Zee-a muondrekes geefe-a a smell, und it ouour getes ire-a ill muonner ouff pleesuont fruoits, nuo und ould, vheech I hefe-a leed up fur zee-a, Ou my belufed. Bork Bork Bork!

[do-you-like-this-afk-arena-hero]

Vurk

[bgtopics]

Ya ya. But it doesn't vurk now does it

This topic was set at 2024-02-06 10:13:20

[keter-class-anomaly]

viell…eye kaen vurk vieth thaeit

guieft meye ur meircuori sou eye kaen suhbk uon eit

oke,

get slurping my inbox vampire friend :]

[benbrecht]

Gee, skep, maak ruimte vir sagte sirenes

Daar staan ek op my teël op die massiewe skaakbord, geen idee wat ek hier maak of watter skuiwe ek kan maak nie. Daarbenewens weergalm ʼn stem in die dofverligte vertrek, een wat aanhoudend vrae vra vir die skaakstukke voor hulle kan beweeg. Elke speler moet hardop antwoord, almal moet jou antwoord hoor. Die skaakbord het dan die vermoë om te weet of die skaakstuk-persoon eerlik antwoord of nie, ongeag of die persoon opsetlik lieg of net vir hulleself lieg. Indien die skaakbord agterkom dat jy lieg, skok dit jou. Bonus: Dit skok jou sóms, maar nie altyd nie. Wanneer jy nie geskok word nie, mag jy skuif en verder gaan met die spel.

Wat kan ʼn mens oor ʼn kruispad in jou lewe sê? Dat dit makliker is om nie ʼn besluit by die vurk te neem nie en dat jy maar net aanhou in die rigting wat jou tot hier gebring het? Kruispaaie is semikonstant as jy beginne oplet, sommiges wel groter as ander en die geleentheid vir groei is nie ewe veel met almal nie. Sover ek kon agterkom was mense en verhoudings nog die grootste kruispaaie in my lewe – die belofte van potensiaal en weinig aanduibare optrede wat tot daardie potensiaal spreek. Maar tans bevind ek my (genadiglik) in ʼn anderste situasie waar my kruispad nie deur verhoudings veroorsaak word nie. Na dertien jaar se studeer is ek amptelik klaar, baie klaar en klaar-klaar (en ander tipes klaar wat met minder mooi woorde begin). Ek moet nou régtig aan dinge begin dink wat ek voorheen vir my eie behoud ʼn bietjie geïgnoreer het, want ek kon myself sus met die groot dinge waarmee ek geglo het ek mee besig was.

Dit is nie noodwendig my plek om iets wys hier op my sleutelbord te probeer kwytraak nie, maar dit het my nog nie juis in die verlede gekeer nie. Dit is moontlik dat ek nie weer ʼn groeigeleentheid op hierdie skaal gaan kry nie, is dit wys om dit net te laat verbygaan? Om lusteloos in ʼn gemaklike rigting te bly waad? Die moontlikheid van groei kom altyd saam met die angs om die (moontlik verkeerde) bekende agter te laat en die (moontlik wonderlike) vreemde met omsigtigheid in te suiker, maar onsekerheid sal daar altyd wees. Meer as ooit dink ek daaraan dat as jy as individu nie jou tyd, energie en lewenslus gaan prioritiseer nie, gaan iemand anders.

My een-ding-red-dalk-ʼn-duisend vir vandag is om daaraan te dink dat régte mense en lewensroetes, wat immuun is teen die hoofstroom, nie sommer maklik is om te vind nie. Jy moet soek om hierdie mense en roetes te bereik – op grondpaaie, in berghange, by die voet van vulkane, onder hope geleesde en/of ongeleesde boeke.

[sw5w]

Obi-Wan Continues Across the Veranda

STAR WARS EPISODE II: Attack of the Clones 00:36:06 - 00:36:07

[bossboudicca]

literally just had this conversation with my bf. and what about species requirements? Yoda and yaddle with the snakes and bugs and frog eggs or whatever and then meat for togrutas and zabraks and who knows wtf the vurk are eating.

I'm convinced they had a whole staff of college educated cooks whipping up meals and snacks 24/7.

Bf thinks everyone ate gruel because the Jedi are supposed to be "humble" or something dumb and unimaginative 🙄 the way they exercise and train there's no way you're subsisting on medieval peasant food, burning all those calories and shit

Anyway

what did the jedi eat… was there like a jedi mess hall in the temple with jedi lunch ladies? or did they just hire regular people to cook? heck maybe they all just ordered takeout every day. honestly i’ll believe anything except for the idea that anakin can cook. don’t let him within 50 feet of an oven, guys. be warned.

[antaressw]

Before I knew it, many characters were created.

[criminal-sen]

More profiles! I would say I had the most fun with Skreg but the first time I finished him, I hadn't saved my progress and Sai fucking crashed:) So I had to re-draw him from the ground up:) At least the second time was quicker since I remembered what to do.

Part one here

And yes Fawkes is twirling his hair. I wanted to show his hand but didn't know what to do with it okay?

[siryl]

An acrylic painting of Coleman Trebor by Jason Edmiston.

[witchysolfan]

Happy Halloween AFK Arena