#rhia rambles

[rhiaarrow]

I've always wondered,

Why does Bad carry all his backpacks in his inventory? Why doesn't he wear one on his backpack slot? Even when he had his backpacks in backpacks before the restart he still didn't have one on his back. And it always bugged me, like it's taking up inventory space?

And while watching really old vods (like I'm talking early days of Dapper) I was confused when Bad put his main backpack in his backpack slot and not in his inventory. Because like if he did it then, why doesn't he do it now?

I DISCOVERED THE REASON!

After an amount of hours of vod watching (you will have to pry that number from my cold dead hands, I will never ever share the amount of hours I spend catching up on old vods) I finally found the reason! I feel like I just made like a monumental archeological discovery because it just, a missing puzzle piece has been found. I'm so satisfied now.

I hate myself that I lost which vod this came from but I just wanted to share this because it just, aaaaaaaaaaaa. I'm so happy I have an answer to this unanswered question I've had since I started watching Bad late last year and maybe other Ghosties had the same question?

I found the origin story, buried deep in one of the vods I was watching while falling asleep last night and wrote"backpack because item recovery backpack slot in danger dungeon with dapper" in my notes app at 3am (big props to past Rhia for that, I would've totally forgotten)

And then opened my notes today to note down smth from today's stream, admittedly I don't remember what, but I found the note and remembered I was gonna share my newfound knowledge so here it is!

Bad doesn't wear a backpack on his backpack slot because when you die your artifact slots don't immediately transfer to your body when you hit transfer items. You have to do it twice in order to get all your stuff.

Bad is in a dungeon in which there is no easy way to get Dapper out as soon as things go bad. Bad gets downed and purposely forces the respawn so Dapper won't try to come help him. He set a bed beforehand so he runs back into the dungeon, yelling for Dapper to stay wherever he is. He gets to his body, collects his stuff and goes back to fighting. But THEN he tries to grab something from his backpack and Oops, his backpack is still in his corpse. He gets knocked again, respawns again, gets his items, kills the mobs and THEN he recovers his main backpack.

Dapper was fine, he didn't get knocked at all but the fact that Bad couldn't immediately access his items in an emergency scared him about it happening in a more dangerous situation and he never puts it in his backpack slot again from that day on.

It's another habit he's picked up from being a paranoid babysitter, I finally have an answer! VINDICATION!

#qsmp #qsmp badboyhalo #badboyhalo #vodblogging #bbh #I HAVE ANSWERS! I CAN DIE HAPPY! #rhia rambles

[blaedri]

im off my medication rn, which means i take everything personally and cry about it

#rhia rambles #im also struggling with moving bc im bad at preparing for stuff like that

[ofherdowlingohara]

No one:

Absolutely no one:

Florence & Emma: boooobbss *struggling to maintain eye contact with every female*

#ooc; rhiannon. #rhia rambles

[canavaris]

everything kicking off on twitter has just reminded me that I really need to organise my custom theme on here

#for now just don't look at it thanks #I'll have it and oc intros up and running soon i promise #with twitter sinking i'm probably going live exclusively on here #rhia rambles

[outpost-31]

having an autism moment. might change my theme to revolve around . the wooper

#rambles #everytime i see rhia little guy. i swear to god. i swear to GOD #the only pokemon that has EVERRR mattered to me

[othercrossee]

Why did she say this

#z rambles #LIKE SHE SHE SHES RIGHR #BUT HELLOODJSKJFKSKDKS RHIA WAS SUDDENNN

[konohamaru-sensei]

Fantasy AU ramblings

I've been more in my head about my Fairy Tail Fantasy Au lately and I thought I upload some of my initial thoughts here. Maybe I'll make a collection on AO3? Idk maybe that would make it too serious LOL

This AU would eventually have all the typical pairings (Jerza, Gruvia, NaLu etc), but I also have my OC Rhia included, plus @foolishk's OC Kaiya. But it was created for the juicy jerza dynamic specifically. So yeah, meow!

Anyway, two short stories I've written in this AU: Jellal and Erza before the winter war || Gray and Juvias first encounter.

Either way:

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Long ago, a hundred years before our story, three nymphs were born shortly after each other. Nymphs are almost ageless beings, sprouting from the ice in the caves of the highest peaks of the icy-mountain range. Kept away from humans they fear them and keep to each other until they return to the a thousand years later. Rumour has it that a nymph can decide to give up her years, become like a human, rumour says some have done it, but that is just stories of 900 year old elders, the young decide.

Kaiya was born first, in the year 644, from a puddle of melted ice. She was quiet, observant and too curious about old tales for her own good. Rhia followed just a footstep later, the year is 697, formed in a little waterfall in one of the deeper caves. Blessed and plagued by temperament not unlike raging water. Not even a breath later Juvia was the last, in the year 698, finding her form in deep iced water where she is most comfortable. 

All three instinctively know their name, all three are sisters in some way and not sisters in another. A hundred years will pass before they first grasp the world outside of their caves.

#

In the year 770, when dragons and humans lived side by side still, a boy was born to the royal court of Magnolia. With a stern look in his eyes like the king and blue hair like the queen he was the image of his parents. He was lucky to be born a boy too, he would be the next in line for the kingdom. Proudly, his father named him after his own father, Jellal, and declared that he would raise his son to be a fine and just leader of the country. 

The happiness soon waned as little thin, red lines appeared on the baby's face on the right side. The pattern was unusual and the finest doctors in the land could not tell what had transpired. The king took his newborn to a witch, who was living amongst the shapeshifters in the forest. She followed the red lines with a slender, old finger. Cursed, she judged. The boy bore a curse of red that would be his destiny.

The king never again looked at his child as something to be proud of. He ordered the guards present to keep quiet about what had transpired in the forest. Soon the entire court knew that the prince was cursed. 

In that same year, 770, another boy was born not far from the city of Magnolia in the kingdom of Fiore. The old, aristocratic family of the Dreyars had long expected the next in line to lead the family estate. The marriage of his parents, arranged and loveless, had so far been unable to produce a child. Soon the boy, who had been named Laxus, learned of the violent tendencies of his father just as his mother had. Fearing for the child’s well being his grandfather stepped up instead and loved him more than both parents ever could.

Later the same year, 770, high up in the ice-mountains, where snow reigned and cold wind blew at all months of the year, a girl was born to the empress. The rules were different in the kingdom of ice than in the kingdoms walking in the sun, the child did not need to be a boy to be an empress. 

Her mother was happy to meet her, happy to be with her, after the months she had spent crying over the loss of her husband. Now, with her beautiful child in her arms, the empress cried too, because she could not contain the happiness she felt in other words. To reflect all the love of these first tears she named her child close to what was her own name, Ultear.

#

771, the year following, another child was born to the court of Magnolia, tucked away in a barn where usually dragon children were housed. A girl, her hair as red as the one of her mothers and her eyes as hazel as her fathers. Desperate for her mother’s attention, the girl found only cold when she was being held. Her mother had suffered greatly while she had been carrying the baby and had no love left for her child now. 

Her mother was busy, she was important at court, she had no time for the girl. She hastily named her Erza and discarded her to the royal caretaker to be looked after. She soon learned that she was not the only child at court that had been abandoned there by their busy parents.

On the edges of the kingdom, just across the border, where the wind could already rip cold and unrelenting on your clothes, a child was born in the same year, 771. His parents had been expecting the little boy like it was the last missing piece and the big puzzle that was their love. 

Still, his arrival sprouted a little disappointment in his father. Blessed with red hair and long locks, his father had picked out the name for the boy long before he was even born, thinking his son would surely look like him. The boy, however, had inherited the looks from his mother’s side and was only blessed with thin, white hair that looked nothing like the name his father had chosen. They awarded him with it anyway and named him Lyon.

#

A year later, in 772, in an especially ice winter in the north, not far from the castle of the empress, a boy was born. In comparison to the one that would one day in the future be his brother, the boy looked exactly like his father. Though his parents had been surprised by the announcement of his arrival, their happiness at his being with them was never ending. And though his mother made fun of his father’s naming choice, the boy was named Gray to match him. 

The same year, 772, but in quite the opposite conditions, a boy was born in the forests north of Magnolia, not far from where the shapeshifters lived. It was a hot, relentlessly oppressive summer then and his mother was on the verge of losing consciousness in the heat when he arrived safe and sound. With hair pink like his father, eyes curious like his mother and an immediate smile on his face nobody could deny that this child had something magnetic about him. The parents decided to let his older brother name him and, fatigued from the heat of that summer, he was given the name Natsu.

#

Spring of the year 773 carried the smell of that previous summer in Fiore, as if winter never had gotten a foothold on the continent at all. Into the sound of winds and the falling of cherry blossoms a rich trader and his wife welcomed a daughter into the world. They had come into money generation or so before by building connections between the iron-mountains and the kingdom and now the dynasty needed to be preserved. 

The little girl would have enough wealth to never need to ask for anything, and yet she still grew up wanting. Her father loved her mother and her mother loved her. She was named Lucy, like a song their parents had once loved.

#

In the year 783, when the fate of the other children was already in motion, the widowed queen of Magnolia bore another blue haired child. Since her husband had passed away she’d had several lovers and though she had not planned to have another child, the queen was pleased to welcome the little girl into the world. Behind her older brother, now next in line to the throne, the girl would have everything she ever wanted and face none of his pressure. Her brother named her Wendy, after an adventure book he had once read.

#

In the year 795 the trader's daughter leaves her family house to marry the young king on Magnolia’s throne. This is where this story begins.

#fantasy:au #fairy tail #there arent even fairies in this show! #fic tag #jellal fernandes #erza scarlet #ultear milkovich #lyon vastia #gray fullbuster #juvia lockser #lucy heartfilia #natsu dragneel #wendy marvell #laxus dreyar #laxus last name is hard to type wtf #aksfdjlaksdhf im sorry i keep writing it wrong #long post #sorry yall i dont really wanna make it a readmore

[consulaaris]

love in the little things 

shepherds of haven (@shepherds-of-haven​). red antiqua / f!MC (rhiannon vasi). ~1.3k words. 

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Every time Rhiannon thinks she’s got her life under control, something comes back to bite her. Change has always felt a bit like a threat— she finds herself uncomfortable, out of her depth. She likes things to be predictable and people to be kept at an arm’s distance. 

Red… is a complication. 

She can’t bring herself to say it’s a bad thing, though, having her old friend around these past weeks. Even when he inadvertently storms through the walls she’s spent a decade building like they’re made of paper— and when every moment she spends with the other mage reminds her of why she’d fallen for him all those years ago. 

He'd asked her to meet this morning on their shared day off, so here Rhia finds herself standing wrapped in a warm cloak in the courtyard of the Shepherds’ compound, gray eyes blinking blearily at being drawn from her bed so early. 

(If it were anyone else, she’d have told them to chew on rocks. ) 

It’s fairly empty of other Shepherds so far. Mist clings to the top of the tower, and the quiet, cloudy start to the day has Rhia feeling especially drowsy. She’s half entertaining the potential of leaving Red a note and retreating to the warmth of her blankets when she sees him enter the courtyard and instantly perks up. His height and shock of scarlet hair make him easy to pick out, and though she’d grumble if asked, Rhia can’t deny that her heart flutters at the way his handsome face lights up when he notices her waiting. 

“I got these for you!” Red calls out in lieu of a greeting as he jogs over, and he’s a little out of breath as he hands a little paper bag to her, holding it like some precious thing. 

After an instant of surprised hesitation Rhia takes it, curiously unfolding the top and peering inside. Within lay two fresh strawberry pastries, their fruity, buttery scent wafting upwards from the bag. Her mouth opens in a perfect “o”, because she recognizes these treats, from her favorite little bakery halfway across Haven— the one she seldom goes to, because it’s so far away, and often everything but plain bread is sold out not long after sunrise.  

She’s still trying to calculate just how damned early Red must’ve woken up for this when she hears him shifting in front of her.

“If you don’t like them, I can get a different flavor.” Red rubs the back of his neck, laughing. Though his posture is relaxed, he’s buzzing with an energy Rhia can’t quite put her finger on. “And they might not be warm anymore, since it took me a while to get back here—” 

“No!” Rhia blurts out, before realizing she’d interrupted him, and her face flushes “No, no, I— they— these are my favorites. They’re perfect.” 

She knows full well she’s rambling now, but the broad smile on Red’s face is enough to light up a room and she can’t quite bring herself to care. 

“I remembered how much you loved strawberry pastries at the Circle, and figured you still might.” 

All of the air flees her lungs in an instant, leaving Rhia feeling a bit like she’d been tossed into a freezing lake. For all she’s done to try and convince herself that she hadn’t mattered, that her childhood friends were better off without her and that she’d be a long-forgotten memory, he… Red had remembered. Such a small detail, but she feels the truth, the genuine affection behind the gesture. That had to count for something. 

Her breath, catching in her throat, feels like the sting of an affection that lurks so deep and raw within her, Rhia thinks she might burst from it.

(A pain, too, in equal measure.)

It takes a split second to collect her composure, but even so for a moment all she can muster is a quiet, emotional, “Thank you.” 

And then she does something very, very stupid. 

Rhia impulsively throws her arms around Red, pulling him tight in a hug just like he’d done with her the day they’d reunited. And when his arms wrap around her in turn, warm and comforting, she tries not to think too hard about how right it feels. Tries not to think of how Red’s all-too-familiar scent of juniper and ink reminds her of the things she’s never going to be able to have. Most of all she tries, desperately, to convince herself that none of this pity— that he’s not mourning the person she used to be, doing this because he feels he must (because Red would, he would, and as selfish as Rhia knows she is, she can’t bear the thought). 

But perhaps she is still the same, in some ways. Maybe even the ones that matter. 

The bag of little pastries still gripped in her hand can attest to that.

When she pulls away, face flushed crimson, Rhia pushes back a few strands of dark hair that had escaped from her braid. Finds herself staring at the ground, at rough cobblestone that’s suddenly far more interesting than the pair of pretty green eyes focused right on her— though she’s unable to refrain from peeking up at Red through her lashes. 

“I’ll take that as a sign you like my surprise,” Red says, lightly, but he can’t keep the dazzling grin from his face, nor the slight flush from his tanned cheeks. There’s a softness in the way his eyes crinkle at the corners— a tender expression that makes her chest ache with the force of it. 

“This is how you used to look at me,” she wants to say. But Rhia’s a coward and always has been, so she keeps her mouth shut. 

Instead she raises an eyebrow at him imperiously, trying to pretend like she hadn’t just bared her heart for him to see. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

Even after all these years, he can read her well enough to know she’s teasing. Red laughs, brushing his fingers lightly against her arm, and not for the first time Rhiannon wishes that he weren’t so easy to love. 

Instead of saying anything further she opens the paper bag, mouth watering at the sight of the pastries, and plucks one out— before tilting it towards towards Red in silent offering. 

Red merely laughs, shaking his head and crossing his arms. “No, they’re both for you. My treat.” 

Rhia purses her lips. “It’d be no fun to eat them alone.” 

“You’ve never shared your pastries,” he says mildly.

“I do with you.” 

A pause. 

Red’s eyes widen slightly. 

The silence lingers a moment, something both tense and soft between them. It says too much and not enough all at once, but it’s as honest as she can bring herself to be in the moment. 

It’s Red who breaks the quiet, as his lips curve into a gentle smile. “If you insist.” 

He agrees to take the remaining treat only on the condition that she take the first taste of her own— and that, she has no qualms about.

Rhia’s burning cheeks slowly fade as they chat and nibble on their breakfast, walking the streets of Haven near the compound. The conversation between them flows as naturally as it ever had, and if there’s a few topics she avoids, Red doesn’t seem to mind. They’ve got years of catching up to do, to learn each other all over again; but it’s easier, the second time, to fall back into familiar patterns and inside jokes. Still, something in her begs for more, more, and no matter how much Rhia thinks she can’t bear to hurt him the way she’s hurt everyone else she’s loved, she can’t quite stamp down that flicker of hope.

But her heart is full; and with the taste of the berries and powdered sugar sweet on their tongues, laughing together about the crumbs coating Red’s face, Rhia accepts that this has to be enough. 

#shepherds of haven #shoh #red antiqua #rae writes #oc: rhiannon vasi #otp: rhiannon/red #smth smth love through acts of service and sharing of food and idk man it’s 1am i’m feeling a thing #wrote this entire thing in a daze this evening so if it’s bad pls don’t perceive me too hard shjdjdj #i’m just feeling some emotions abt them #esp after last month’s chp 8 update #also have i mentioned i hate tumblr formatting. this is so much pretty on the doc #*prettier i’m tired and not retyping that LOL #but yes. very early reunion pining let’s gooooo

[lucianavulpe]

Location: The Museum Person: @dcrixn​

It’s been a thing for years, the letters she sent that she hoped made it to him, wherever he was. They had text now, the email, the Google, the phone in her pocket was practically a computer, technology had come so far in terms of correspondence and yet she still just couldn’t bring herself to send him something so impersonal. It was silly, she’d call Rhia all the time if she had the time, but there was just something about it. Maybe, in a strange way, she was in love with her heartache when it came to him, with the past and how things had been.  “I meant to tell you I was coming. And that I’m staying.” Her fingers pick at her cuticles as she steps towards him at the other end of the hall. “Though I’ll admit, I did kind of thought you might work here though. I interviewed to be an educator and it went well, but I haven’t said yes yet. In case it was weird.” She’s well aware she’s kind of rambling, gesturing around them and not quite looking directly at him. Because it’d been years, there were always years between them, and yet for as many as she’d been on God or whoever’s green Earth, he had some of her favorites.  “I didn’t want you to tell me no, I think.” When she does actually look up at him, when they’re maybe six feet apart and standing there amongst the statues and pottery dedicated to Medieval Rome, her voice is soft. He looks good, but he always looks good. There’s a kind of timeless handsomeness to him, if that was even a real word. 

#dorian 01.

[finnleigh18]

Chapter 4, Calls Me Home

I’M BACK, BABY. Calls Me Home chapter 4 is live! Only took me forever to post it because life got insanely busy...

Read it on AO3

Fight Or Flight

She settled herself in one of the gardens near the temple and tried to reach out to the Force, over and over, until she was convinced the Force might just be ignoring her calls at that point.

Her concentration, what little she had left, was promptly broken by a young voice shouting her name.

She cracked one eye open. Thirty feet ahead of her, Poe Dameron was running at her, full-speed, curls bouncing as he barreled down the hill.

Great.

“Ms. Rhia!” Poe skid to a halt, feet catching in the mud and sliding him forward. He was able to right himself before she went head-first into the soggy ground. Clutching his stomach, he tried to catch his breath. “Ms. Rhia….need your help...Lyla sent me to find you.”

Rhia shot to her feet, looking down at the boy. “What happened, is she okay?”

“Yeah, she’s just…” Poe threw an arm behind him, pointing blindly in a direction where he did not just come from. Helpful.

He gulped in a big breath and rambled. “We need some help and Jacen panicked and Lyla told me to find you because all the actual adults will get mad at us for messing with the Binog again.”

Rhia stared blankly. Did he just insult her?

“It’s gonna step on the town!”

Dank farrik.

Read more here!

#boba fett #boba fett fanfiction #boba fett/oc #Rhia vasko #OC #female oc #boba fettxoc #bogano #cal kestis #cere junda #poe dameron #calls me home #my writing #fanfiction #Star Wars fanfic #star wars fanfiction

[rhiaarrow]

Honestly I think Bad and the Late Night Trio is my favorite dynamic that's come out of the QSMP.

And I'm not just talking about qBad, Dapper, Pomme and Richas I'm also talking about ccBad, Dappmin, Pommin and Ricardão.

It's just the little things they do, because they're just so used to each other by now and the adms have become such good friends because of the amount of time they spend together on and off the server.

There's just so many examples that stick in my head because they're just so sweet when you realize that none of this people knew each other this time last year.

Like the time when Richas just showed up in front of Bad randomly one day after the reset (the day that Dapper set up the magnet mining machine) and just went;

"Dapper told me through the magic of discord to come see the cool stuff you've been doing, what am I here to see tio?"

Or when Bad and Dapper were out investigating and Dapper puts down a sign saying;

"Richas won't stop telepathically asking if he can come visit."

To which Bad just offhandedly replies

"If he can Dragon Magic his way here then sure, but I am not walking all the way home already."

And sure enough, a few minutes later we hear Richas' horn sound out as he appears out of the blue, having finally been given permission by Dappmin to join their exploration

Not to mention the amount of times we've arrived and been told by Bad; "So heres what [Richas or Pomme or Dapper or any combination of those 3] and I did off stream. "

Or "No Richas I'm not leaving I'm just sending the Ghosties off."

Or when Bad was attempting to figure out how to bribe Richas into keeping his armour on in Lucky Ducks by figuring out what he loved the most before going

"If you don't put your armour on I'll take away fofoca time."

And then explained to the chat that 'fofoca time' is what Richas calls it when he and Bad hang out after stream and that got Richas to put his armour on immediately.

Or even today when Bad threatened to end stream in order to make Richas use a heart container.

Not to mention the night Pommin and Ricardão spent with ccBad training him in battleship before that day in Purgatory 2 or the night they spent modifying the egg signs together.

My favorite example of how close they are even outside of their characters will still forever be the night when Bad, Richas and Pomme were collecting ice together to cover the favela ocean and Ricardão and Pommin were very obviously sat in a vc together while the mined.

They spent a while teaching Bad and the other how to pronounce certain sounds in their native languages.

Then Richarlyson asked Bad about a sound he struggled with in English so Bad taught Ricardão how to make the 'th' sound in the English language correctly while Pommin judged the noise they were making because Bad obviously couldn't hear.

Then later Bad asks Pomme where Richas went since he wasn't visible on the map and she just stands there before telling him that she knows the location and taking him to the exact coordinates.

And they do that a couple times until Bad finally decides to sneak up on Richas and scares Ricardão so bad that he stops moving completely in game for a solid minute and Pommin is just keyboard smashing on signs because she's laughing too hard at how loudly they screamed.

And then Ricardão had to go afk for a couple minutes later on because someone had come to check on them since they'd screamed so loud so early in the morning and they had to tell them that they were, in fact, fine.

Sure right now the way they interact with each other definitely slightly breaks Bad's rp of not knowing each other, especially with Richas.

But at the end of the day when they hang out together it's not just qBad and Richarlyson, it's also Ricardão & ccBad who have spent a frankly ridiculous amount of hours playing together in the less than a year they've known each other (not counting the time Ricardão admitted to being a fan of BBH for).

In fact Ricardão confirmed to Foolish today that since the reset they're the player with the second highest playtime, after Bad, but only by a little bit, and I just think that's very fitting.

Long story short, I LOVE the late night trio and Bad's dynamic because they're just such a chaotic mess who are all willing to do anything and everything that one of them wants to do, no matter how ridiculous it sounds.

It's soooooooo hard to believe they've not even known each other for a year yet because they just all click so fucking well that it's insane.

People from 4 different nationalities, 3 of them playing speechless eggs, and they've become so close thanks to this server. I just think it's beautiful :')

(It is also 3am so I may just be rambling nonsense, so if this makes no sense forgive me xD)

#qsmp #qsmp meta #qsmp admins #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp dapper #qsmp pomme #qsmp richarlyson #3am thoughts #late night trio #rhia rambles

[ofherdowlingohara]

Florence is definitely a stress cooker and stress baker. Farah would literally wake up at three in the morning to the smell of cookies or food being cooked in the mother/daughter duo quarters when she’s older.

she would definitely break into Saul and Farah’s quarters when she was younger to bake a loooot of baked goods. Farah and Saul would most likely wake up to their daughter or both daughters (Florence has a twin sister named Fiona) cooking/ baking at unreasonable hours.

#rhia rambles

[rhiannonfalla]

who: @jessie-tate​ where: jessie’s dorm when: nighttime, random weekday.

Rhia was never good at being alone, always too antsy and needy to be left without an audience for too long. Attention fueled her, revitalizing her the way drugs and sex only ever managed to do. She laid on her stomach, sprawled across Jessie’s covers though her heels were kicked up to avoid touching the fabric. She watched Jessie silently in a trance, her breath hitching from the pure beauty of her close friend. “Jessie,” Rhia called softly, feeling almost like a child calling out for help. “Do you think God is real?” Maybe not the appropriate time to ask for the blonde’s relationship with the spiritual realm, but the raw pain and anguish that clung to Ogden like a foul odor made it a frequent thought floating through her mind. It was easy to believe in moments like these, being an intimate witness to the joy and light her friends radiated... But whatever happened to Greer didn’t feel like the work of a higher power at all. “Like, not if He is real, but like.... I don’t know? Something. Anything,” she rambled, losing the point of her question even as she spoke the words.

#thread:jessie01 #c:jessie #tw drugs #tw religion #they could be going out! coming back in! or just gettin dolled up for the heck of it heh

[kyber-heart]

Feeling a touch nostalgic today...

So I’m gonna self indulgently prattle on about my very first Legacy of SWTOR OCs

I first started playing the game in earnest in mid 2015 after I graduated High School. I had been feeling very depressed and unsure of my path going forward. Thus I reverted back on things that made me happy as a child and preteen. Most prominently, Star Wars. I had known about the existance of SWTOR for years even prior to it’s release as I followed it’s development because of it’s connection to KOTOR. I was very skeptical of it being an Online game at the time, and when I first tried it in 2012, I wasn’t impressed. In 2015 though, I dared to give it another shot and I’m glad I did. It spawned perhaps some of my favourite moments of the last 5 years, introduced me to some amazing friends, and even this year allowed me to make new friends here on tumblr dot hell 

So cookbook recipe anecdote out of the way, let’s discuss the OCs. My very first Legacy was called The Furcifer Legacy. Furcifer meaning “Rogue” in Latin, I don’t speak Latin, I’m just a try-hard. Being F2P at the time, I only had two characters for most of 2015, and they were these two:

Reyal Bradack

Reyal came first. He was a Gunslinger Smuggler and admittedly a somewhat self insert. His name came from a “What is your star wars name” meme (you know the ones that are like “The first two letters of your surname + first three of your forename”) He was a child slave after his father ran out on his mom shortly after Rey’s birth, his mom sold him to the Hutts on Nal Hutta to repay a drugs debt. As a teen he managed to escape on to a Smuggling freighter. The smuggler captain took pity on the teen and took him as an adoptive son. The Smugglers were members of The Black Sun and Rey was introduced to a life of crime. He met his future Husband who was one of the Crew Members, a Chiss named Nalin. His life got thrown into disarray in 10 ATC when The Hero of Tython and Coruscant Security Force raided The Black Sun headquarters and began killing and making arrests. His husband and adopted Mother died from an explosion, he and the other member of the crew, Zoee, were taken into custody and given a choice, serve the Republic or life imprisonment. Both chose the former and were made to help with the ground work for the liberation of Balmorra. It was here on Balmorra that Rey would make a shocking discovery...

Atzethel “Zeth” Rist 

My second ever character, and for a long time, my main character. A Jedi Shadow Consular, he has gone through many iterations (which I may share someday). Zeth is the younger half-brother to Reyal. Both share the same father. At some point, the “Furcifer” patriarch found himself on Alderaan, in the employment of The Rist family. Despite dying under mysterious circumstances, he conceived a child with Lady Tharra Rist. Zeth was born with an unusually volatile connection to The Force, he was taken only days after The Treaty of Coruscant to be trained on board a Jedi Praxeum ship. The boy excelled due to his strange connect, however it caused him to be irrationally dangerous and as such, was ostracized by his peers and a topic of contention for his masters. He was taken under the wing of a Jedi Master, Nede Vaa, a togruta who sought to teach him patience and direct his urges. She was successful and trained him in the arts of The Jedi Shadows, hunting down and destroying The Sith from within. He and his Master were assigned to help lay the foundations for the Liberation of Balmorra. He discovered his brother Reyal on Balmorra, and after their mission was completed, requested to join his brother, though he kept his relationship to Reyal a secret. Begrudgingly accepting his request, Zeth worked with Reyal in uncovering several other Imperial threats and securing alliances with The Republic and certain criminal syndicates. During the Battle of Corellia, Zeth met another member of his family that surprised even Reyal to see.

Drrunn’al’inrokini “Nalin Bradack”

The first extra character I made upon subscribing, was a Chiss bounty hunter. He became a member of the smuggling crew, and Rey’s husband. While it was suspected that he was killed on Coruscant, he narrowly escaped with his life. He wandered the Underworld for a couple years after his ‘death’ believing that Rey and the rest of the crew had died. He eventually came across a mercenary, Loyabe Lealta, who claimed to have met a Reyal Bradack on Balmorra. The pair began searching for Reyal, eventually tracking him to Corellia. What should have been a joyous reunion was cut short when Reyal was hit with a poison dart by Loyabe intended for Zeth. Loyabe revealed her true self as an Imperial spy that had tried to hunt down the brothers for their involvement in the liberation of Balmorra. Before they could get another info out of her, Loyabe died from a posion capsule encased in her teeth. After racing to save Rey’s life, the family decided to return to Alderaan to rest and meet Tharra Rist, Rey’s step mother. The intent to reunite the family once and for all. But the peace wasn’t to be found.

Rhia Kriari 

A Dark Jedi, was waiting for them on Alderaan. She revealed herself to Zeth during a party at the Rist estate for the homecoming of Lord Atzethel Rist. She revealed to him that Loyabe was only one of a number of Imperial spies and assassins that were sent after people like them. Rhia revealed that she and him were born with the same midichlorian anomaly and that another of the children like them, was a Darth by the name of Attroxus who sought to convert or kill the others. She explained that the midichlorian anomaly was the result of a Sith experiment on infusing non-force sensitives with force imbued DNA in the hopes of creating Sith Soldiers. The experiment was discovered by The Dark Council and was shut down, however some of the test subjects managed to escape, including her mother and Zeth and Rey’s father. The experiment did not succeed however, as the altered DNA became unstable, mutating within it’s hosts and killing them violently with explosive bursts of force energy. Exactly the type of mysterious circumstances that Zeth’s father had died under. She convinced Zeth to help her find the other children before Attroxus could. Reyal, Zoee and Nalin agreed to help as well. The five found the other two children, Blanna Gira and Jaysen Karn. During their search, she and Zeth became closer and inevitably began an affair.

Jaysen Karn 

A plucky and optimistic Jedi Knight Ace, he was the first child to be tracked down. Found on Corellia as the last skirmishes of the battle raged. Zeth found him engaged with a Sith Lord named Lord Neystaa. Having been found by this Sith Pureblood assassin and offered to join Darth Attroxus or die. Jaysen, Zeth and Rhia were able to drive Neystaa away. Concerned by what he had heard, Jaysen requested permission to aid the Jedi Shadow Zeth in his mission to uncover the truth behind this new cult. Now with back up from another Jedi Knight, the search became slightly easier as it allowed them to quickly reach their next destination, Alpheridies.

Blanna Gira 

A Miraluka from Alpheridies, is another of the children from the experiment. Zeth and Rhia found her on Alpheridies where see lived and served among The Luka Sene, a group of cultural teachers and guides, acting as a seer and healer. The Sene’s devotees obey only the light side of the force. These teachings helped Blanna to keep her underlying darker urges at bay, though she wouldn’t confess to it, she struggled with this greatly. As she was not a fighter and had taken an oath of pacifism, she had no experience with weaponry and combat, thus Zeth began to train her in lightsaber combat, enough to defend herself if needs be. Though hesitant to go, she had received a vision of Attroxus and knew the danger he presented. She also received a vision of Zeth’s master, Nede Vaa in danger on The Fourth Moon of Yavin. Concerned, Gira informed Zeth, and the group headed for Yavin 4, right into a trap.

Lord Neystaa 

Darth Attroxus’s personal assassin, more machine than flesh. She was one of a pair of twins. She and her brother, Greveron were stationed on Balmorra at the end of the cold war. Zeth had killed Greveron during a battle to disable the planet’s early warning systems. The Brothers had teamed up to take Neystaa out of the fight as well with Zeth pushing her into an adjacent hallway, while Reyal tossed a grenade at her. Badly injured and barely holding on to life, Neystaa was recovered and outfitted with cybernetic replacements for her lost limbs and organs. She was made to be the perfect killing machine. Attroxus offered her a chance at revenge for herself and her brother and she jumped at the chance. After an unsuccessful duel on Corellia, Neystaa set a trap for Zeth’s Master, Nede Vaa, on Yavin 4. The Force User group arrived in time to see Neystaa slay Master Vaa, sending Zeth into a fit of rage. Uncoordinated and less adept in some cases (such as Blanna), Neystaa was able to hold her own. She succeeded in destroying Zeth’s double-bladed lightsaber and toss aside Jaysen, Blanna and Rhia. Seeing Rhia get injured was the final straw for Zeth who managed to take one of Neystaa’s twin sabers and over powered her with heavy crushing blows. Zeth was victorious in defeating her but rather than show mercy, he violently killed her instead. The group used Neystaa’s ship to track the co-ordinates of Attroxus’s ship. Though Zeth was disgusted with himself, they still had a mission to do.

Darth Attroxus

Born a slave of The Empire, Attroxus demonstrated a strong affinity for the Force at a young age. He was taken to the Academy on Korriban at age 7 where he faced extraordinary hard ship due to his race. In spite of the torment, Attroxus was able to rise to become one of the most promising students. He knew within himself that he was more powerful that the other acolytes and considered him better than them. He rationalized that they picked upon his race because it was the only way to put him down. If he was human, he thought, he would have been on the fast track to a lord. Upon completing his final trial, Attroxus returned to the Academy to discover that he had been passed over for the opportunity to become an apprentice. Enraged, he murdered the overseer and his fellow acolyte. The Lord whom wished to take the student, found Attroxus amusing and took him as an apprentice in place of the murdered on. Eventually, Attroxus began to eclipse his master in power and killed him, at which point, he assumed the title of Lord of The Sith for himself. Attroxus became interested in his power. He knew he was more powerful than the average Sith, and began delving into his parentage. He came across information about the experiments and became obsessed with them. However, power comes with a price. From giving into the Dark Side of The Force for so long, his mutated DNA became stronger and threatened to consume his body just as the original experiment subjects. It instilled in him a goal, to find the others like him. To perfect the experiment process, and rise to his rightful place as Emperor. His plans would not come to fruition. The Furcifer strike team was able to land on his Ship and while the force users set out to find Attroxus, Reyal, Nalin and Zoee began to disable the ship and plant explosives at key areas. All The Force Users engaged in a duel however Attroxus quickly realized that he was outmatched and began to feed his power-hungry cells for more power. It gave him the advantage however, in trying, he lost control of his power as his body began to deteriorate rapidly. The Furcifers managed to escape as the bridge exploded in a blast of energy, killing Attroxus.

#long post #anto's ramblings #the furcifer legacy #if you made it to the end #i commend you #i will probably do a part two just to show off a couple of the supporting characters #but these were my main toons #i hope you enjoyed this self indulgent ramble #oc: reyal bradack #oc: zeth rist #oc: nalin bradack #oc: rhia kriari #oc: jaysen karn #oc: blanna gira #oc: lord neystaa #oc: darth attroxus

[askintothevoids]

Patton: I know that I don’t clean up as well as you. But I tried.

Logan: Oh, wow..you are...

Logan: Wow.

#intothevoids #alternate universe #logan sanders #ts logan #logan stone #look okay #im ass at rhia kihd of stuff #(that is making like super hot characters or soemtjing) #(cause like damn i like characters or ar eeither way too extra or the least extra person to ever live) #so just bear with me #logan is very gay #and a bit dramatic #(not that im saying that patton isnt handsome #he is i genuinely think both patton and logan are attractive peopel) #ned rambles in the tags #all im saying is #hes not gonna look that different #implied logicality #what could’ve been au

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#lo rambles #i alao didnt fet rhia phone until like march so that's a solid few months #my face #the goblin has a face #so like two of those r my outfit from a formal dance which was very cool #(the cats name ia decadence and i call her princess)