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SO Many of these intrigue me! I am torn. But...Silas/Mace?
!!! so I was reading blackkat fics as one does and immediately got hit with an idea for a rarepair? all I have right now plot wise is that Silas teams up with an undercover Agen after Galidraan to try and find Jango. Silas only refers to Jango as his brother in front of Agen, and at some point Agen is like "oh yeah I have a brother too and he'd be very helpful with this" and calls Mace up. Silas is originally like "oh my god he's hot" at Agen but then he's like "oh my god he's DIVINE" at mace. potentially (most likely lbr) there will also be Jango/Agen. here's what I have written so far:
Silas has been looking for Jango for too long. He steps back from the holo display and rubs at the bridge of his nose, quietly despairing. “Where did you go?”
“Looking for someone?” his traveling companion asks.
Argent Cole is a tall, tall Iridonian, with a crown of horns and dotted tattoos in the manner of his people. He's steady, perceptive, and honorable, and he needed a ride to the next planet over after their job was done.
He offered to pay, and Silas needs the money to keep his ship running so he can keep looking. It has nothing to do with how badly he wants Argent to crush his skull between his thighs.
“My brother,” Silas answers. Basic doesn't have the words for who Jango is to him, but brother is close enough.
Argent steps closer. “Maybe fresh eyes will help.”
Silas hesitates. It's an internal Mandalorian matter, a part of him that sounds suspiciously like Myles says. Having allies can't hurt, says another part that sounds suspiciously like Jaster. Until they stab you in the back, yet another part says, thinking of Montross.
The part of him that has always sounded like Jango is silent, and it's that which makes his decision.
Silas steps back and gestures to the display with all the information he's gathered. “Have at it."
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reconstructwriter · 21 hours
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If you're having trouble keeping up with what's going on in Palestine because of US news coverage of university protests, here are some articles you can read and a video you can watch:
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While CNN & all the other mainstream media try to paint the university protests as "pro terrorism" (which they're not, they're literally anti-war protests.) Palestinians are being slaughtered by the minute.
Please don't stop speaking about Palestine.
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reconstructwriter · 22 hours
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Teaching methods on Kamino change drastically after the Jedi Order starts to supervise the clones' training, which leads to a sort of generational/cultural shift: Clones of the first generation were exposed to considerably more brutal conditioning methods and objectification in their training than clones that would finish their training during the war.
Additionally, the Jedi encourage clone cadets to embrace, value, and insist on their self-worth, as demonstrated by, for example, Yoda and Plo Koon in the early episodes.
Hence, we can observe this stark contrast between Rex and Fives when confronted with a situation that requires them to stand up for themselves, as most prominently exemplified during the Umbara Arc.
Throughout the show we see multiple instances of Rex's struggle with prioritizing his loyalty for the Republic over his and his brothers' needs, while Fives is willing to die for what he believes is right.
Rex's individuality seems more defined by external means, constructed through his (forced) service as an extension of the Republic. Fives's individuality seems more defined by intrinsic means, constructed through his (forced) service as an addition to the Republic.
I like the idea that this difference between Rex and Fives might reflect (it's just me speculating) the effect of the Jedis' philosophy and influence on the clones' training.
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i think those plastic toy lightsabers should exist in Star Wars canon
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Brief Guide for Star Wars Writers
DC-15A Rifle:
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Used for formal events and ceremonies, and as a sniper rifle in the field.
DC-15A Carbine:
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A short rifle used in most combat situations during the early days of the Clone Wars.
DC-15S Rifle Carbine:
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A stretched out version of the '15A Carbine, easier to hold and to aim. Patented in the middle of the clone wars and afterwards saw widespread distribution throughout the GAR.
DC-17 Hand Blaster:
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Small pistols, typically dual-wielded, but some clones (like Commander Gree) carried only one. Versatile and lighter and better suited to small spaces than the DC-15 series weaponry, at the cost of a shorter range of fire.
Z-6 Rotary Cannon:
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A Big Fucking Gun (TM), heavy and unwieldy, especially unsuited for close range. Best for large scale battles in wide open areas, such as Umbara before the jungle. Used by clone heavy gunners like Hevy and Hardcase (pictured above). Does not have a stun setting like the DC series weapons do.
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Abolish the comic book industrial complex 🙂
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reconstructwriter · 2 days
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Ok but what if I made the Tusken more based off the Bedouines and actual human beings instead of the weird alien/racist thing that goes in canon?
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reconstructwriter · 2 days
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hi bish x12
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reconstructwriter · 2 days
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Familiar from your new Warlock patron
I love animals that are, like, the opposite of cryptids: we know for a fact they exist and have a clear idea of what they look like because we have photographs and individual specimens, but we haven’t the faintest idea where they’re coming from - they just keep showing up out of nowhere, and the locations of their actual population centres are a complete mystery.
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reconstructwriter · 2 days
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Soooo, how's your weekend??
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reconstructwriter · 2 days
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#if we cannot#sauté the horrors#at the very least we can bake them#or perhaps even deep fry them in the American style
being alive is great because there are so many different vegetables you can sauté. but then there are also the horrors
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reconstructwriter · 3 days
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about time i drew them
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reconstructwriter · 3 days
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Glee
Change a single letter and change the word game
I want to play a game with you all.
You have to make a new word by changing only one letter of the last word.
Dirt
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reconstructwriter · 3 days
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Hey everyone, please consider buying the 2024 itch.io Palestinian Relief Bundle- it's 373 games, game-making assets, tabletop roleplaying games, zines, and comics for a minimum of just 8 USD! They have a goal of 100,000 USD, and as of the time I'm writing this post, they have 8 more days to reach it.
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Link will be in the reblog!
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reconstructwriter · 3 days
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SAME. They're a true dumpster fire of a pairing.
For the ask post: now I'm curious, what is your NoTP?
.........Sidious/Dooku.
And that's not because I don't think it works. I think it works way too well. And that's not because of their age or whatever; I'm no coward, I love old man pussy.
I can see exactly the way it would go down.
I'll be doing something innocent - grocery shopping, perhaps. I reach for a jar of something simple and pure, like mayonnaise. Halfway to the jar, I close my eyes and it plays out disgustingly on my eyelids, haunting me with its likelihood and fuckedupery. Sith Dooku has the most lonely divorced energy, a dark well of inner neediness amid the corruption. Is there something psychosexual in his sunk cost fallacy relationship to his Master? Sidious loves fucking with and humiliating his apprentices. Maybe it was even part of how he tangled him in to begin with. I snap back to myself, reeling, the other denizens of the grocery store looking at me in concern - not understanding. They don't see what I see. The glass jar I was reaching for is broken at my feet.
No!!!!!! NoTP. Shut it down.
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reconstructwriter · 3 days
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tweet from @mostly-funnytwittertweets was just too perfect these go together like fudge ripple and ice cream and I'd eat them like it.
Enemies to "I found you while hurt and had to take care of you and in your vulnerable state I saw a side of you I've never seen before" to lovers
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Worse, what if the lich succeeded?
One terrible night, the parents of the most innocent child in the world awoke to find The Grave Tyrant of Morfell standing over them – in the flesh, as it were. The terrible figure gave them an offer they couldn’t possibly refuse. And with much weeping the parents handed the toddler over to become the lich's horcrux.
The babe underwent the ritual unharmed and with a guardian to boot. To ensure the child remained unharmed, the lich took to raising them. To ensure the child remained innocent, the lich taught lessons of kindness, charity, generosity and virtue. It had finally found a use for the books looted off many a Paladin.
Teaching the child was a strange exercise but eventually the lich grew accustomed to it.
The lich’s work paid off. A pair of Paladins somehow successfully divined both lair and soul jar of the Grave Tyrant of Morfell and tracked them both down. Yet when they beheld the child, just shy of thirteen, the woman dropped her sword and the man his shield and both fell to their knees weeping. The lich arrived in time and took pains to spare the child’s innocence.
“Where are you taking them?” Asked the child.
“To give them mercy,” the lich replies at last and teleported away with its despaired foes. A holy sword lay abandoned in the grass alongside the holy shield. The child traced the graven image, that of a babe, wrapped in a familiar blanket.
As the child grew, they came into consequence of being a lich’s phylactery. They have developed the powers of a warlock and found they could spare the dying and fight more powerfully than anyone else their age. One day the lich found the innocent no-longer-child at the doorway of its lair, a shield strapped upon one hand, the other resting on the pommel of a familiar sword. “What are you doing?” The lich asks.
“You have given me a great blessing, but as you said: with great power comes great responsibility.”
“I said that?” The lich found itself with the regret of parents everywhere – that the child had perhaps learned lessons they hadn’t quite meant to teach and learned them too keenly.
The innocent looked to the paladin’s holy sword. “I cannot bring the light of hope to the last person who bore this... But perhaps I can do good enough to make up for their despair.” The lich feels uncomfortable with this. Adventuring was dangerous. But none were perhaps more innocent then a Paladin and Oath of the Ancients Paladins could only become immortal through lots of adventuring.
“I give you my blessing,” the lich said at last, and watched their child leave with a shiver of foreboding.
“In life is death. In death, is life,” were the words oft repeated by the lich to an innocent child. They are now the words painted upon the Paladin of Innocence’s shield, surrounding the image of the babe swaddled in a familiar blanket. Whenever anyone asked why the Paladin of Innocence, took either that symbol or that phrase, the innocent would point to the other.
Sometimes the lich would check on the paladin. Sometimes the paladin would, between adventures (never with their party as that would be awkward), stopped by the lich.
One day the Paladin of Innocence lost a battle with a powerful demon. As the demon was about to strike the killing blow, a lich appeared and slew the demon before departing. Not a hair was harmed on any of the adventurer’s heads, oddly enough.
At last a trio of Paladins confronted the Grave Tyrant of Morfell. The lich flung off their hood and dramatically intoned: “I am your parent!”
“I know,” said the Paladin of Innocence.
“You are not, you stole our child away!” said the other two Paladins.
Slightly unnerved by this serenity, the lich adds, “You are my Horcrux.”
More softly, the Paladin of Innocence says, “I got that impression.”
The lich remembers, terribly, that while their soul jar had become a powerful and immortal paladin, nothing could stop them from killing themselves. “What are you going to do?” the lich asks quietly.
“I have quested all these years, not only to right wrongs, but to bring back to the living my dead parents. I have brought back two of my parents,” the Paladin of Innocence gestured to the other two Paladins before stepping towards the lich. “I would give the gift of life to the third.”
Last night I said a lich that wanted to prevent their lawful good enemies from killing them could make their phylactery an innocent person. This morning, I realized that might prevent heroes from killing them, but the lich would want to make sure the person didn’t die of other causes. Which led me to imagine this completely unassuming villager having the world’s most evil fairy godmother. 
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