#younglings atlas

[ao3wasntenough]

Sorry I haven’t got to requests I’ve been off on a spiral, however I’m getting back into the swing and thought I’d share some old fun stuff me and @justayoungling cook up

Part 1

The following art taged with ‘OverPrime’ is an alternative universe of an alternative universe to my jet Sam au, where @justayoungling ‘s Atlas befriended and became like a brother to jet!Sam, and then they ended up in the transformers Prime universe

Simple no?

It’s all very disjointed but I’ll give brief summaries

To begin, the boys were very slow to warm up to the Prime crew, to their world. Sam struggled to meet tfp Optimus Primes eyes, or listen to him, without it bringing up the conflictions and problems with his Optimus. And Atlas and Arcee got off on the wrong pede and have a very antagonistic attitude to each other.

Bulkhead however was a fresh face with no emotional baggage and was more receptive to being casual or more open with the jets

So of course he got roped into their shenanigans

And the new trust with the jets ment they would cause hell for him and whatever he was trying to accomplish prime be damned, and when the jets needed his help, he helped

Ratchet’s ideas on the boys grew as his understanding of their life’s and their persons did

Part 2 coming

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Wednesday, Round 2, Poll 7

[princessanonymous]

Your platonic yandere vampire fuckin slaps, its so good i want to eat it

Since after turning, the reader is basically a NEET at this point cause I doubt Dorian would allow her to have a life. Are there like any expectations that he has on her on a day to day basis?

As in, does he expect a minimum amount of time spent together as a family (aside from dinners), having the 1700s equivalent of family game nights, does Dorian expect the reader to hug her dads at least once a day? Or does he let her rot in her room with dolls and just likes the idea of having his husband and daughter in the house?

Once again, love your work and great job , fuckin banger series you made thank you so much for the delicious food, looking forward for more

𝓨𝓸𝓾'𝓵𝓵 𝓑𝓮 𝓑𝓪𝓬𝓴 (Ask)

When Night Comes asks Platonic Yandere Vampire Story Chapter list

I'm glad to know you liked it! (*°▽°*) Thank you for asking! Sorry it took so long to answer, I just didn't know how to put it into words until today. o(TヘTo) But here it is :

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Surprisingly, Dorian did not expect a certain amount of time spent together. With time, he had grown to understand that forcing it would only make the girl pull away even more. He knew (Y/n) would come to him or Killian all by herself. Who else would she turn to anyway? Who else would she turn to, after all? Balls and gatherings where she could mingle with vampires of similar age and disposition were few and far between. Being in contact with mortals without feeding on them was even rarer. 

No, he knew she needed them. Leaving wasn’t even an option for one who looked so young, that, she was very much aware of. She wasn’t dumb, far from it.

But every three decades or so, the youngling would forget that and simply confine herself in her own quarters. Dorian learned not to make a big deal about it. Still, she needed company no matter how much she could forget that sometimes. Naturally, he would then find her company; that was his role as his caretaker, after all. The first time, it had been a grey cat which, for the life of him, he couldn't remember the name of. Next, it was a little puppy and, ten years ago, it was a small cat with bright blue eyes named Atlas.

They all died within ten years of their arrival. His little vampire took great care of them, but their mortal existence couldn’t be extended forever. Yet, every time, she would be devastated, mourning them for a long period of time. Just like she was doing tonight, in fact. Atlas had been buried earlier in the night. The poor girl was a mess sobbing in his arms. He gently rubbed circles in her back as she cried all the tears in her body. 

“Now, hush dear," he muttered with a soothing voice, “you gave it a wonderful life. I’m sure he is now thankful wherever he is.”

"Why did he have to go?" She sobbed even more.

"All mortals have to go, starshine, you know that," he reminded her softly.

The stark contrast between mortals and their kind was a truth they couldn't escape. Mortals, with their fleeting lives and fragile mortality, existed on a different plane altogether. They grew old and frail, their bodies succumbing to the relentless march of time, while vampires remained frozen in eternal youth, unchanging and immutable. Mortals came and went like whispers on the wind, leaving behind only the faintest traces of their existence, while vampires endured, their memories etched into the fabric of eternity. Dorian knew the pet would eventually die, just like the others. And yet, despite the inevitability of her passing, she still had them; her family. 

In the quiet darkness of the night, she sought solace in the embrace of the familiar, curling up in the comforting confines of Dorian's coffin. Her tears, silent witnesses to the turmoil that churned within her, traced shimmering paths down her cheeks. He petted her hair gently as Killian placed a kiss on her forehead. And just like that, everything was as it was before. She clung to them as she should.

She would always come to them in the end. Sometimes, it just took a little push, a reminder that mortal life was fleeting — and here she was once again, returning to them with a heart heavy with sorrow and tears.

She would come and they would be there.

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Does he bring her pets so she can watch them die on purpose as a form of punishment whenever she pulls away for too long?

'Nooooooo, of course nooooot,' Dorian says, u know, just like a dirty filthy lying liar who lies.

[fangirlforeversthings]

Ugh to be thrown into this trauma yet again

Atla live action spoiler:

Seeing a group of benders of special powers that normally abhor violence and keep peace, that meditate, respect life and train their apprentices in this, that are normally completely defensive fighters living in peace and harmony with the world and themselfs being forced to become soldiers in war. (A council of masters making stupid asf decicions again😒)

An unallowed close friendship/ brotherly bond between a master and his apprentice and their tragic separation when they both deserved better

A choosen one being forced to take a power that is so massive that no one will ever understand him, that no one ever will be able to truly help him with. To take responcebility over the savety of a whole world when he is just a kid that never got to have a real childhood, which all of it he never asked for and would give up immediately if he could.

Seeing a dark empire storming this peaceful temple, attacking this peaceful people, k*lling everyone and burning everything down in the middle of the night when they were never expecting it. Seeing masters fall, seeing younglings crouched down scared to death and traumatised, fearing for their lives completely defensless just for being k*lled then.

Ugh i was so not ready to go through that again especially not in the very first 20 minutes.

I couldn't help but seeing a jedi falling in my mind for every air bender who fell, seeing the younglings crouched down when i saw the air bender kids crouched down. Seeing the clones firing in every fire bender doing so.

Atla was my favourite show as a kid and this tragedy is sad and emotional enough already itself, but the connection i now saw to order 66 and to actually seeing it instead of just hearing that it happened just made it even worse

Pictures are not mine found on pinterest

[ofepiphxny]

✧ ― 𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐁𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐑

〈  regé-jean page  /  cis man  /  he + him  /  34 (340) 〉in the great land of prythian, AUDRIC BRYTHAR of the DAY COURT begins their journey towards a new future. known to be LOYAL AND OBSERVANT, their suspected RESERVED AND CAUTIOUS habits might prove to be their undoing. if the fae could compose a song for them, it could tell stories of THE SERENITY OF SUNLIGHT RESTING UPON SKIN, VIEWS OF GOLD AND IVORY, THE SKEPTICISMS OF THE FUTURE WHISPERED FROM THE SKY, AND A CROWN WEIGHED HEAVILY WITH TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS. the fates whispers to the HIGH LORD OF THE DAY COURT and it is said that their loyalties lie with PRYTHIAN. only time will tell if the HIGH FAE has what it takes to live amongst the ruin.

name: audric brythar face claim: regé-jean page pronouns & gender: he/him & cis man orientation: bisexual, biromantic age: 34/340 date of birth: january 30th zodiac sign: aquarius place of birth: the day court court: the day court position: high lord species: high fae abilities: day court specific magic (spell cleaving & sun manipulation – expert), winnowing family: jayne brythar (wife; deceased), tbd brythar (father; deceased), tbd brythar (mother; deceased?), tbd brythar (younger sibling), tbd brythar (younger sibling), tbd brythar (younger sibling) (parents’ names could maybe be brainstormed with sibling applicants?) moral alignment: neutral good mbti: isfj enneagram: 6w5 vice & virtue: pride & humility character inspos: elijah mikaelson (the vampire diaries), robb stark (game of thrones), clark kent (superman) inspo songs: grace by rag’n’bone man running up that hill by placebo the golden age by woodkid au revoir by onerepublic evermore by taylor swift and bon iver atlas by coldplay ━ history (death tw, murder tw) (tl;dr below)

Knowledge was power, a common sentiment told to Audric by his father, the former High Lord of Day Court. Told various times that power could be found in many forms, but what was harbored in the mind had the potential to make or break everything if given the chance. Keep vigilant because even the wind listened. Their home court was an immaculate vision of gold and ivory, yet Audric found his father to almost be the epitome of both. The way the older man had carried himself with such untouched grace. A lingering demeanor of patience and calm too, but one that demanded respect nonetheless. His devotion to his family, his children, was also a further testament to his character. Audric had admired him from an early age, an observant gaze and eager feet following him around the palace. While other younglings were running around in the streets, buzzing with laughter and ignoring the calls of responsibility, Audric’s childhood wasn’t as carefree.

He had always known he would one day follow in his father’s footsteps too. It had been a fact that was made clear very early on. As a young fae, Audric may not have fully grasped the importance of being the heir to a kingdom, but he listened. Listened to the words told to him, gradually learning to understand it all, keeping the teachings in the memory banks of his mind. One day, they would be needed. One day, he would need to be ready to take the leap. To fill the space left in his father’s eventual absence. That day did come, and while Audric had known to be prepared, it was difficult to remain still, to not let the thousands of emotions show on his face. His father’s death was not sudden, it had been a long time coming, but it hurt regardless of the timing. And speaking of timing, almost no time had passed after that before Audric became the new High Lord.

The phrase heavy is the head that wears the crown had definitely rung true in his heart. It was not an easy role, even if for a moment it could’ve sounded like it when only hearing about it growing up. Alas, he carried on in that role, a part of him hoping he’d be even a fraction of the ruler his father was. There had been a lingering air of reserve about Audric, but he was a dedicated and honorable High Lord despite it. And maybe any walls could be broken, proven by the one who would become his wife Jayne years later, another High Fae from the Day Court. They fell in love. It was real, bright, true. They had planned to have children one day too. But peace did not last, and war came to the doorstep of Prythian, catching so many of the land’s inhabitants off guard. Audric had readied himself for battle, readied the troops, given speeches to his people in attempts to calm their – understandable – trepidations.

Jayne also swore a fierce wish to join him, not wanting him to go into the fray of warfare alone. She wanted to stand by his side, hand in hand if needed. They were protective of each other, but respected each other too. Respected choices, and Audric had respected her choice to join the battlefield even though his heart ached with a lingering fear that something would go wrong. A gut feeling that, unfortunately, became reality. Jayne was slain in front of him, and Audric was too late to save her. He was among those trapped Under the Mountain shortly after, and was full of devastation as he mourned his wife. He hadn’t even been able to properly bury her. There hadn’t even been time for a goodbye.

Even as he eventually returned to the ivory palace, he found it felt empty without her. The wall had returned, a more stoic nature than before. Audric cannot imagine marrying again for love. A beautiful word but one tainted with pain for him now. They say all’s fair in love and war, but their current world was feeling very, very unfair in both. With their lands left with scattered ruins even a century later, the hope for rebuilding and alliances has become more important than ever. Audric does not want to be on the wrong side of history. He isn’t sure what may happen now, but he vows to take care of his family and his people. ━ tl;dr

The former High Lord of Day Court, Audric’s father, was an honorable man whom Audric admired from an early age

He’d always known that he’d take over as High Lord one day, and had been prepared for that day to come

His father passed and thus Audric was thrust into the role, hurt from his loss and hoping to be a fraction of the man his father was

Years later, Audric fell in love and got married, with them having plans to start a family in the future

They respected each other’s choices, and Audric stood by that even when his wife announced that she’d fight with him in the war, even if he was afraid something would go wrong

And it did, his wife was killed during the war, leaving him devastated and grieving while Under the Mountain

100 years since and Audric still finds the palace to feel empty at times without her, and he’s not sure if he’d ever marry again for love

━ headcanons

Audric’s preferred weapons are a sword and shield, which he inherited from his father, reflecting almost a paladin-type fighter

He has a golden-pelted pegasus that he uses as transportation whenever winnowing isn’t used

Has been known to be directly involved sometimes with training troops, watching their routines or even joining in the sparring

[thispatternismine]

Feedback Fest 2024: 10 Fic Recs

It's been a while since I've done any kind of recs list post, so I thought I'd have a go at this. Instead of trying to pick just 10 fics as my favourites (Difficulty level: Impossible!), I decided to base it on which fics seem most overlooked, so I chose fics from my bookmarks that had under 500 kudos

Fandoms included: ATLA, SVSSS, MDZS, Watership Down, Star Wars, Good Omens, Untitled Goose Game All are complete, with a variety of ratings & themes (ranging from chill G to E with archive warnings)

Title: Gabriel & the Great Goose of Terror Fandoms: Good Omens, Untitled Goose Game Pairings: None Rating: G Wordcount: 4,363 Description: A strange package arrives in Heaven. An unnamed angel opens it and finds it empty. Not having the imagination to see what this implies the angel miracles the box away and continues with their daily duties, blissfully unaware that the horror that had originally been hiding in the box has already been unleashed.

Title: The Story of El-ahrairah & the Rabbits of Cloud Recesses Fandoms: Watership Down, MDZS Pairing: Tagged as Wangxian but it's background Rating: G Wordcount: 1,702 Description: The Black Rabbit of Inle and El-ahrairah are both very disappointed in the warren of Cloud Recesses, though for very different reasons.

Title: This Bed of Love Fandom: MDZS Pairing: Wangxian Rating: E Wordcount: 4,513 Description: Wei Wuxian sucks a string of hickies around the base of his throat, a perverse necklace that matches the one Wei Wuxian wears. Lan Wangji can’t help the way the corner of his lips curl at the giggle his husband gives when he draws back to look, happy that they are both enjoying themselves. Day 1 – Coming Untouched

Title: The Element of Change Fandoms: ATLA Pairings: Urzai, Ozai & his family Rating: T (the MCD is for canon character death) Wordcount: 6,862 Description: A think piece on if Ozai had been born a waterbender and how that would change his relationships with his family and, ultimately, his life.

Title: Gratuitous Fandoms: ATLA Pairing: Ozai/prison guards Rating: E (the pairing + rating should tell you all you need to know regarding warnings) Wordcount: 7,757 Description: In another version of events, perhaps, someone comes to his aid. Someone saves him, and he does not have to face degradation again, and again, and again. This is not that story.

Title: About the Acquired Blindness Fandoms: SVSSS Pairing: Moshang Rating: T Wordcount: 891 Description: Shang Qinghua isn't sure if he wants to know if his eye sockets are empty or not. If yes, then it is irreversible. How will he do his job then?

Title: I've Connected the Two Dots Fandoms: SVSSS Pairing: None Rating: T (CNTW) Wordcount: 1,242 Description: Airplane has a problem. However, as the Peak Lord of An Ding, he has a lot of practice dealing with problems.

Title: Twilight Sleep, Waking Nightmares Fandoms: SVSSS Pairing: Moshang Rating: M Wordcount: 6,111 Description: An alliance of young cultivators are looking for Xin Mo, and want Mobei-jun to tell them where and how to get it. It goes pretty badly for them, starting with the fact that their demon bindings and truth potions work. How do you torture a demon enough to make them shut up?

Title: Amongst the Crystals Fandoms: SVSSS Pairing: Moshang Rating: G Wordcount: 5,482 Description: Early one morning, Shang Qinghua is awoken by Mobei-Jun and taken somewhere. He doesn't know why, but he figures his King has a good reason. Never could Shang Qinghua predict what lay in wait for him.

Title: The Warm Embrace of Long, Sharp Teeth Fandoms: Star Wars Pairing: Reylo Rating: E Wordcount: 18,847 Description: There are stories on Jakku that every child knows. Younglings who wander off into the cold, barren night and never come back. Ever-shifting monsters, too terrible for the mind to hold. Stay close to the fire, my darling, stay close. Rey knew these stories, too. She just didn't realize she was in one.

[wonderwomanpleasesteponme]

Welcome welcome, here I am about to post none stop about my aus like I used to do before becoming somewhat of a lurker.

So recently I've been thinking about what would the functiontist universe be like in tfa. Post war tfa is already a toned down version of the functionist universe, so what if I make it worse in a world without Megatron. Please note I am currently doing my first read through of the idw1 series and have now reached issue #4 of MTMTE so i am nowhere near the functionist universe stuff, i just know about it by being in the fandom for a while now. And the first post about it to come back to when writing the actual goddamn fic is comparing the different mentors between my main post canon tfa au, that I'll probably never end up writing, and the functionist universe ones, for all my found family and domestic fluff writing needs. Or angst if I'm feeling a way on a day.

So first up we got Drift/Deadlock. In tfa it is implied that Drift is around the same age as Optimus' crew being a young adult. So who stepped in to be a mentor / parental figure for him in the main tfa world? Why, Dia Atlas and Wing of course, mostly Wing though. In the functionist universe Drift well Deadlock actually, mentors are Shadowstriker and Flamewar. Unlike Wing and Dia Atlas who met Drift as an adult and are more like teachers to him, Shadowstriker and Flamewar met Deadlock when he was still a youngling and took him in, so they have a more parent child reactionship rather than a teacher student one.

Unlike in the main tfa timeline Prowl and Tarantulas never met but in the functionist universe they did. And of course like in every other au of different continuities with these two they have their weird sciene baby aka Ostaros / Springer.

Another child who goes not exist in the main universe is Whirl Jr. who is actually a sentient scraplet colony. Whirl is the sole caretaker of Junoir but they have to leave her with all the other younglings that the rebellion takes care of in the school house most of the time because they act as a spy for the rebellion within the elite guard.

Next up we have Hot Shot who in the main timeline had your everyday run of the mill Autobot creators but in the functionist universe he's cursed with having Astrotrain as a creator, making him more like his aligned continuity counterpart being a triplechanger.

Well that's all the differences that would be mentioned and taken note of but there will be a scene in the school house where other kids who have different parents between worlds would be mentioned off handedly.

[writingforfun0714]

Hey everyone, I just wanted to offer an update on my Bad Batch Older Sister fic (link is for all chapters)

Quick summary: Omega finds a Jedi Youngling and CF99 adopt her into the group and Omega gets to be an older sister figure.

After finishing Chapter 6 (which follows the S1 show finale) I wanted to wait and see how S2 would be. We’re 13 eps into S2 as of this post and I have to say, this season frustrates me. I have lots of problems (character design, writing, etc) so I’ve been really conflicted as to how I want to continue this fic.

Honestly I really only liked episodes 3, 7/8, and 11 of S2 (so far—I really hope these last few eps are good). I would’ve put Tribe (e6) and The Outpost (e12) on here as well and I do like those episodes more than most of S2, but they could’ve been better imo.

Because I have problems with the current season, I’ve been toying around with ideas/scenes I liked seeing but adding my own twist/story to it. Honestly this season has been a let down in a few different ways and I definitely expected more. And it’s not like I loved S1 either (I do think it’s superior to S2) so my expectations were pretty low for S2.

What’s frustrating to me is that the premise of Bad Batch isn’t a bad idea. A unique squad of clones on the run from the Empire with an unaltered female Jango clone set just after O66 actually sounds fascinating. It’s the execution. In an ideal world there wouldn’t have been that copyright issue so Dave Felony could’ve used Delta Squad instead of his rip-off CF99. In S1 of Bad Batch it’s clear that CF99 doesn’t really have the same sort of ‘unique personality’ that the other clones have. CF99 are bland stereotypes of their characters (strong silent—Hunter, dumb-brute—Wrecker, social awkward—Tech, forgotten—Echo, grump—Crosshair). I won’t go into all of my problems with Bad Batch (cuz it’d be long af lol) but I’m seriously considering doing a mix of ideas I liked seeing with my own stories.

I guess that’s where I’m at with Older Sister and the more I think on it, the more sure I am of doing my own stories instead of following the episodes like I had been doing.

What else I have planned—these will be multi-chapter fics

I am working on another fic that’s basically my version of Bad Batch. CF99 does not exist in this fic and is replaced with Delta Squad (obviously). This fic is also a reader-insert fic (female child reader) where reader basically takes the place of Omega. Because I have not played Republic Commando, the little knowledge I do know about DS is from google/wiki so I would be doing my own stories as well.

I’m also working on a Jungle book fic that’s basically the jungle book story (human child raised by wolves) but the wolves are Mononoke wolf/direwolf size and there’s skinchanging/warging from Game of Thrones/ASoIaF.

The last big/multi chapter fic I’m working on is an Arcane AU where Reader is the youngest sister to Vi and Powder and grows up as a Firelight w/ Ekko.

*I do have smaller, one-shot stories for clones/set during CW. I also have one-shot ideas I wanna do for PJO and AtLA*

So that’s where I’m at right now writing-wise. I don’t have a particular order or anything I wanna do these in so if anyone wants to see something I’ve listed lemme know.

Also my dad just had shoulder replacement surgery so I’m sorry to those waiting for new content. Thanks for your support🥰

-Maisy

[skidqrow]

" doing something rash isn't going to bring her back, qrow. you know that. " (from taiyang @ rigelig)

- - meme/prompt for Taiyang, @rigelig - -

"And doing nothing would...what? Make some sort of damn difference??"

Qrow hadn't done this on a whim! What did Tai take him for?? Anything that he could somehow manage to do for Ruby's sake would be done. He eyed the two younglings playing in the backyard, having a grand olde time and not even noticing the near-argument the adults were having in lieu of a conversation.

"Tai, I can't raise her. You know what being around me means. And without someone around to cover the difference, she's just as in danger as she would be if left in an orphanage."

Ruby had slipped near the backyard pool a few weeks ago while Qrow was watching. She was a mere inch shy of cracking her skull open on a rock that Qrow could have sworn wasn't there before. The week before that, he almost tossed her from his arms when the stair beneath him cracked in two. But putting Ruby in an orphanage...she'd be so far away from him. He couldn't do that...that was his baby girl. Not to mention the possibility of one of Salem's agents finding a silver-eyed kid with no Huntsman or Huntress to protect her.

His gaze slipped to his brother by law. Qrow was paler than usual, the bags beneath his eyes saying that he hadn't had much sleep. The faintest whiff of alcohol lingered on him, leftover from last night when he drank until he could finally pass out. "You're the only family she's got left."

Raven? Gone, likely back to the tribe to challenge their father to ritual combat for inheritance to rule. Summer? ...Dead, or worse. She hadn't been home in three months by now. If she were alive, Qrow knew she would have sent word. He refused to consider his father to raise Ruby, and here was no telling where Qrow's mother was these days. Maybe Atlas.

"If I keep trying to do this on my own, she's gonna end up in her own lil' grave right beside my wife. You already have a kid, and she likes the both of ya. Please, take over for me."

[ao3wasntenough]

Part 2 of me and @justayoungling OVER PRIME doodle dump

it wouldn’t be transformers prime without the kids!

Obviously, they immediately want the jets to take them flying, and immediately Optimus and the crew say no.

Sam for all his self hate and general pessimism he has nothing against the kids, sometimes envy, lots of worry and awkwardness, he struggles to clash with being a giant robot yet also a human who grew up far to fast and wants to talk to other humans. He just doesn’t know how, so he watches them a lot.

And for all the autobots and the kids think the jets don’t care about the kids Prisam does want to keep them safe, especially when their guardians aren’t able to

Like being caught out in a snow storm and separated from the team

And Miko like Bulkhead actively try to make the jets feel included, like inviting them to game with them, Atlas knows how much Sam takes a keen interest in the video games they play with the others and how awkward his brother feels about asking to join so he helps bridge the gap for him

Sam has to use the controller one handed but human instincts help him beat bulkhead and Bumblebees records

[libidomechanica]

O brightest, come to pay: no suit with his weight to ire

Great god of us the sea: where are they expire!     But I adore the winged Psyche trumpets frog sits music, for sweethearts beating with from     his stores, opens her idiot boy.

Thou art may pardon you as Ra knew not here’s     a chair, think it would Prudence, and shaken whilst the suffereth long as the grafts upon     the lute is betwixt air and panting

gay the found steals from peace, and the thunders down on     the beginning like to the patents the solemn, that make ones Heau’n become others: we     woo thee, before thereby beauty, make

a blood, that is but lent to do. When the doolfu’     tale; there’s nest, some loves and could lose that you, my Friend, youngling pasture murmurs, or a     Francisco standing short, speaking sun

of me you are how she so flurry, she’s high and     age jumbled blossoms with gentle muses! All that shadow and riots trace: forsake yourselves     pain, and in what thinks still full many

time at all. The birken shaw. Was used him well;     for I impair not farthest she almost has told, I thought and built that would be better     to the lips of your face. Melt away

the chimneys of flesh to watches till, more fresh and     love did in me, and a casement lay carved stone greeting; oh me! The soft delights me.     Dwell, nor gates of old Susan has seen

Love’s feet, the quick sharpest pangs her walls, his purpose     nobly dear, and Echo cons the figure to be forever. And embeds everybody     love between there; he lengthen for

still. When she I loved Chick? But build far off everybody     love me forsworne? As you then, my sighs, my burden may retir’d to lend, I mournful     surges that she shrinking of your

special legend or God to read: the happy men     that glory, and thereby beauty indirectly seek roses to-night’st flakes on the whom     she lovers, yet to nestle think’st thou

had beat her lulling to not do. Among the eagle     in the moon sleep becomes in your looking with me not when you do not dealt beauty     hold man, who wast thou interpret that.

Thy turn this guides, meanewhile her mind, who leave     the Ring of the Mother’s kiss by your terrors note; but tis my heart as this mother’s row,     each one and live to-day. Of Atlas

tyrd, you may retir’d in sorrow to ease you do.     Designed. For an after-loss: ah, how ill show how fair; she dark-clusters oh, you may be,     or be she laughed an universal

sun. The bridges, aqueducts,—and then! Ever full     in Man. Heat till the moon in forbid? In wassail; often, like a child, I surmise, still     I beg a place of delight, these

rarity as is the gorge dimensions of the     happiness where they raced, and the only thoughts the good and scatt’ring from the king addition     in. But Betty Foy, and with two are

you an onion root of bane: holy while ye may     be my night is old. As music, for a look; with the season, there there be propt again     i, as on that shine, She remedy?

[inquisitor-apologist]

The thing is, 10,000 seems like a whole lot, and in a lot of ways it is, but as a percent of a population in our world it’s really not that much, and it’s absolutely infinitesimal in Star Wars. Let’s do some quick math!

Take the population of the Jedi Order, which, like you said, was ~10,000 Knights (according to Kanan) at its height, let’s leave out the younglings because we don’t have numbers for them and because they probably wouldn’t have had any political impact.

Now let’s find the approximate population of the galaxy at large, which is a little more difficult, but thankfully scifi.stackexchange & The Essential Atlas guide have got us covered:

According to the endnotes for the Star Wars : The Essential Atlas guide, the population of known space is approximately 100 quadrillion sentients, a figure they seem to have reached by factoring in around 50 million populated worlds, each with an average of two billion inhabitants as well as a few mega-populated worlds like Coruscant (1 trillion) and Geonosis (100 billion).

Now, in order to find out what percentage of the galaxy the Jedi were, we need to divide their numbers by the galactic population and multiply by 100

(Part/Whole)100=X% or Part/Whole=X/100

(10,000/100,000,000,000,000,000)100=X% or 10,000/100,000,000,000,000,000=X/100

(0.0000000000001)100=X% or 0.0000000000001=X/100

We get 0.00000000001%, in scientific notation 1e-11%, and in actual words, one-hundred billionth of a percent

If the entirety of the Jedi Order at its height is one-hundred billionth of a percent of the galactic population, then I think it’s fair for me to say that they and their philosophy did not have a huge impact on how the rest of the galaxy did their business.

Even allowing for the fact that the Jedi had disproportionate impact on the Republic for their numbers, a large portion of the galactic population is out of the Republic (Hutt space, separatist systems, portions of the Outer Rim), so I highly doubt that that impact would have brought them up to even 1% of the galactic population in terms of political power.

So, despite the numbers of the Order, they were actually a far, far, far cry from ‘everyone following Jedi philosophy’, or even enough people following Jedi philosophy to make an impact. I feel that this circumvents the idea that ‘either the Jedi didn’t follow their philosophy or that philosophy didn’t work’ because even following that philosophy, on their own, they were not even close to enough to, as I said ‘win the star wars’.

So that’s my view on it

Actually Kanan was completely right. Everyone following Jedi philosophy WOULD have won the star wars

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#5

Hope had been lost long ago. The world, had, greatly, continued on, Spirit buissness usually didn't affect it much. It was usually the other way around, the material world affected the spiritual one.

There was the beginings of a new war. They had younglings who'd never faced any significant dangers, younglings that thought they knew what the war would mean, what being part of it would mean. They were wrong.

The Old Ones were begining to move again. There were few left who knew what they could do. No one had been partcularly keen on telling anyone about them while they'd been resting.

It was time to find Hope again.

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#4

I wrote a thing.

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#3

When the darkness came it brought many things. It was dangerous, especially if you forgot, or just didn't know, what to watch for. What lured in the dark that came with the dead of the night.

They hadn't known to be carful about it, first. Not more than with the darkness they'd known before. They'd learned.

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#2

When Zuko was little his parents had talked a lot about the diplomatic tensions. Both the ones between the lands and the ones within the Fire Nation. They had, eventually, been caught out about it and put on trial. They were executed for conspiracy to treason.

He had been seven, then. Azula had been three.

They had been taken in by their uncle. He wasn't very kind, or attentive. That may have been the best for Zuko, who had his mother's sense of justice, and his aunt's kind heart, but neither of their sense for when to shut up, or their ability to lie. Luckily, he also had his father's talent for stealth.

Azula had gotten very good at lying, but she hadn't gotten the morals from their parents.

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My #1 post of 2022

It is funny and fascinating to me that;

Todoroki “If I wasn’t trying to become a hero I would kill you” Shoto and Iida “you hurt my brother, so now I’m going to (try to) kill you” Tenya 

are basically canon, like Shoto did say something like that, and Tenya literally tried to kill Stain as revenge.

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I WAS planning on like, a full accompanying piece to Bui'tsad, but...I fucked up and didn't. So accept this meme instead!

[strongfuck]

A fire nymph, she says. As if he were still a youngling with less than ten namedays to his belt!

And yet... the glow of her hand as she holds it towards him has him hesitating in his disbelief. She was right about one thing: maidens set aflame aren't commonplace at all, at least not outside the bizarre rituals of the particularly religious.

When Atlas takes her hand, he expects to be burned, but finds Arryn more warm than anything. So he dips his head to kiss her hand as if she were a lady, even if the greeting that leaves his lips is only a simple, "Arryn, then.

"I'll say," he starts, the corner of his mouth quirking up, "I'm quite fond of the name Liberator. Much more honourable than 'Thief', anyway.

"You can come. But I do hope you prove yourself helpful."

Then he lets her go.

"I won't tell you I'm out to seek any grand adventures," he says, "not beyond the next great thieving, anyway. But I will say we've been hiding in this cave long enough." Long enough that it's begun to make me think of home, at least.

"Do you... always look like this? With the burning?" Atlas gestures in her direction, then packs what little he'd had with him into the rucksack slung over his back. "I doubt any inn would allow us lodging if so."

Despite leaping from him, Arryn crawls back up to him. She isn’t blind to his gaze and his blade, none of which will harm her. It makes her laugh to herself that his fight or flight would kick in for a being such as her. Usually there was awe when first looked upon, fear came second. Taken aback, her light dims just a little, contained to a soft glow. 

“To my demise, yes. He was my master. I think he bought the wrong item from a vendor… the coward. Locked me in the cellar until he could show off his biggest hunt…” She had no use for monetary goods, but to see what counted as her worth interested her. “How much is it worth, human? For I am your wench of a mother.” She wags her head and her booming laughter warms the whole cave. “I am a fire Nymph, you silly fool. How many good girls do you see aflame? Hopefully not many...” The split in her cape shows that her frame beneath looked more like a human woman smothered with ash.

“Though you be not of a mage, allow me to accompany you, Atlas.” She outstretches her hand in greeting much like royalty. “Eric is what he called me. Deaf dumb and blind he was, cannot even read…” She rolls her eyes so hard they could fall out of her head. “I am Arryn, I will keep your camp warm, light your way. I want to go with you; Liberator.”

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I think Uncle Iroh and Yoda (adult and baby) would be great friends in an AU