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dalekofchaos · 3 months

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Book of Boba Fett au:actually a crime lord

Earlier this week I made a poll on what Boba Fett's fate could've been had he not fell in the Sarlacc Pit and in this au I will explore the scenario where Boba Fett takes over the criminal underworld and becomes the king of his own Empire.

Boba Fett was tasked with guarding over Jabba's Sail Barge and making sure the grand execution of the Rebels at the Great Pit of Carkoon went smoothly. Normally Boba Fett would agree because Jabba is good with credits. However Boba felt something was off and told Jabba to triple his usual wage and Jabba laughed him off. Boba decided to watch it all go down and decided to do nothing. The Rebels escaped and Jabba is dead. Boba's suspicions were proven correct, but he also saw an opportunity. If the Rebels could so easily plan an escape and overthrow the most powerful crime lord in the galaxy, so could he.

So Boba Fett gathers the deadliest bounty hunters of the galaxy. Fennec Shand, Bossk, Dengar, IG-88, Aurra Sing(kiss my ass Beckett, she's alive instead of being fridged off screen for your reputation) and Black Krrsantan. They kill all of Jabba's loyalists and Boba took the throne.

Eventually Boba Fett would've found like minded people and worked together to destroy the Hutt cartels, the Black Suns and Pykes and divide the galaxy's criminal Empire.

Now why this specific scenario for Boba Fett?

In George Lucas original pitch for the Sequel Trilogy, Maul was going to return and become the main villain of said Sequel Trilogy. His pitch has Maul eventually becomes the godfather of crime in the universe because, as the Empire falls, he takes over. Just replace Maul with Boba Fett and it is perfect.

After the fall of the Hutts and the Syndicates. There would be five heads of the criminal empire, much like there are five heads of the five families in The Godfather.

Boba Fett

Qi'Ra

Cad Bane

Prince Xizor

Tyber Zann

Their goal is simple. spread crime and corruption throughout the galaxy. Show how easily a Republic can fall to the corruption of the criminal underworld and while they all have their differences, they all stand with Boba Fett and under his leadership he will usher them in a golden age a of crime, profit and show the Rebels how easily he let them go and what the consequence of Jabba's death started. Boba's criminal empire.

#Star Wars #Boba Fett #Fennec Shand #Bossk #Dengar #IG 88 #Aurra Sing #Black Krrsantan #Qi'Ra #Cad Bane #Prince Xizor #Tyber Zann

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frostbitedoesart · 4 days

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This is Tyber Bancroft, N4.M3-L355's creator (more specifically the head of the team building them.) After an accident left him, well, dead, his colleagues decided to use their skills to bring him back to life as a cyborg. This drawing is unfinished, though, so it doesn't have all his components. I might post an older drawing that does if this post does well.

PLEASE REBLOG TO HELP THE ARTIST

#art #artists on tumblr #oc #oc art #original character #original character art #small artist #cyborg #cyborg oc #robot #robot oc #traditional art #oc artist #my art #illustration #tyber bancroft #frostbitedoesart

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revoleotion · 9 months

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how am I supposed to stay a canon Thrawn defender when someone told me legends Thrawn was literally Tyber Zann's roommates in Imperial College, and Tyber got really really obsessed with him and was super pissed that Thrawn got better grades, to the point of actually rage quitting the academy

How am I supposed to cope knowing that years later they faced each other in battle and Tyber called Thrawn his arch nemesis, just for Thrawn to have ZERO idea who Tyber is???

#star wars #star wars legends #tyber zann #thrawn #this is true btw I am not making this up. legends was WILD

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wheelchairdetectivesatori · 8 months

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I'm enjoying my return to Empire at War (which is funny since I absolutely hated it last time I tried to come back to it about a year or two ago) but man I gotta say the Zann Consortium has to be the most poorly designed, unfun faction to play against in any RTS I've played in my whole life.

Like I genuinely don't think they have any weaknesses, their defilers can just destroy all your infrastructure with no counterplay except tanking thousands of credits into keeping your planets from getting corrupted, half their space roster can just ignore shields, the other half just doesn't take damage (I genuinely have no idea why they felt the need to let starvipers go toe to toe with x-wings and even outclass them with the insane buzz droid spam), their ground forces just mulch infantry (which are already near useless because the non medieval strategy genre just fucking hates infantry for some reason) and armor plus a good chunk of them get shields!!!!, bombing runs that should destroy any building in one go just don't do damage to consortium buildings (idk I think this is a bug but it's never gonna be fixed so...) IG-88 can just blow up the death star, yeah 20,000 credit investment plus the time it takes to build it just gone in the blink of an eye and the only thing you can do about it is taking them out ASAP or just microing the death star so it is literally never staying in orbit of a planet.

I feel like they're supposed to be one of those factions where everything's just busted but they're expensive, y'know, but then they just make so much money that it's not even a factor! What is this fucking faction?!?!??!?!?!!?

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#People wanna bitch and moan about Rey or whoever being mary sues or gary stus or whatever stupid fucking name they wanna call them #there is no specialist little boy candidate more worthy than Tyber Zann #Anyway sorry I just had to rant about this and I get that it's absolutely indecipherable to people who haven't played EaW but whatever #Youtube

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cartoonfanorwhatever · 21 days

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I've been replaying 'star wars empire at war' for the first time in probably over a decade, and it occured to me Tyber Zann would really work as the main antagonist for 'Star Wars: Outlaws'.

He's been kind of my own personal glub shitto. He's one of the only characters from legends I would really love to see make the jump to the new canon. He is to me what Thrawn was to most Legends nerds.

I mean, it probably won't happen, but if that trailer comes out tomorrow and he's revealed to be in the game i will be very happy and very smug about it

#star wars #star wars outlaws #star wars empire at war #tyber zann

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thesingingrevolution · 7 months

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i just found out ferrari makes clothes….. and they have a fashion show…..

#was the theme park not enough lol #it’s funny cause #i saw a fashion tyber i like #get ready for the show #it shocked me lol #i loved the heels she wore hhhhb #like bruh it’s not merch #literally high fashion clothes #i had a watch from ferrari my parents gave me when they went to abu dhabi #i wore it until it was falling apart #i loved that watch #fashion #ferrari

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hjemne · 6 months

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The LAYERS of imagery here. I don't think I've ever seen anyone talk about the yeagerist insignia before and like !!! The guns superimposed over the wings, the similarities to the scouts wings of freedom but they've lost the fluidity and overlap and are now rigid and symmetrical and conforming and have become secondary to violence instead of giving hope of freedom..... not even to mention the scaffolding and it's similarities to Erwin's almost execution as display of state violence, Historia's coronation as display of change in power and Tyber's speech as display of theatre of warmongering.... I can and WILL go on about this

#AND the architecture which is so distinctive on paradis as the imposition of aesthetics of grandeur even in populist fascist movements #am writing an essay on this #then therell be one on Gabi who is genuinely the most important character for aot's message #and one on reiner and genre subversion with heros vs villains and different forms of masculinities #and then the motif of birds #attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #snk #attack on titan spoilers #manga spoilers #rambles

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sparkmender · 1 month

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“I think mecha forget that the planet was very much designed for us to live on, sometimes.

It is hard work. I spend, oh, whole orns, whole decacyles, sometimes, tending the garden. Soil mixtures and growth mediums need to be monitored. Sometimes things need to be weeded, or we have to start over because something got into the wireroot or vinetaps, or maybe it just rained too hard for no real reason and the acid discolored the whole patch. Who knows.

But the results speak for themselves. You get back the care that you put in.

The photovores feed on the deposits underground, or directly from the aqueducts. Every bit of energy they absorb is stored, converted, or recycled into the garden. Did you know you can eat every part of a buttonpad shroom? I’m partial to the caps, myself. Roseblooms can be ground into spice and tea. Split open a squashdrum and it’s full of purified energon you can drink from the rind.

My point is that it is possible with some effort. No one needs to mine. Megatron digs because he likes to dig, and most of what he is digging up are the tybers and kerits we planted last quartex and some old silverware someone washed wrong and buried out here.

I will share everything I know and everything I have. My brother taught me, after all, and that is how these things are learned.”

#!|rungposting #Megatron can be digging in the ground for tubers

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melishade · 3 months

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Wow that was better idea than I thought for 45. # 32 on a stand out character in my opinion, Lara tybers. You gave her lot more in your story

This ask game

Why not...Lara and Kenshin's perspective in the War Timeline and dealing with Starscream? For more context: Part 6: Starscream in Hizuru

"Let me out of this infernal prison you fleshy humans!" Starscream screeched at the guards standing post. They didn't really need to guard him. The titan was trapped in a cage of the War Hammer Titan's design, but it just wouldn't shut up!

"Shit, shit, shit, shit," one continuously mumbled as he covered his ears.

"Seems our guest is making a fool out of himself," Kenshin remarked as he walked up to the guards with Lara in tow.

"Oh thank the gods!" the other guard exclaimed.

"Leave us," Kenshin ordered.

"But Emperor!"

"I have Lara with me; we will be fine," Kenshin reassured as he and Lara entered the section of the cave. Both noticed the way Starscream's face turned into a snarl.

"You," Starscream glared, specifically at Lara.

"You've been complaining," Kenshin pointed at him, "What do you want?"

"I want out!" Starscream demanded, "I am a Seeker! I cannot be trapped underground like a scraplet!"

"I have both personal and professional reasons to tighten that cage I put you in," Lara declared. Just to prove her point, Lara clasped her hands and twisted them together, causing the cage of her design to creak closer to Starscream and restrict him further.

"Stop! Stop!" Starscream yelled.

"Are you going to talk?!" Kenshin demanded.

"Y-you can't kill me, you need me!" Starscream declared.

"Lara is currently more powerful than you, and you haven't been giving us information to survive," Kenshin retorted.

"You kill me, then you'll be trapped down here for the rest of your days before he kills you all!" Starscream exclaimed, "And mark my words he will!"

"Whoever he is may kill you too for leaving!" Lara shouted, "Tell us what you know! Now!"

Kenshin noticed the way that Starscream was panicking as the cage got tighter and tighter. C'mon. C'mon! Snap!

"Megatron!" Starscream shouted.

Lara immediately paused in her actions while Kenshin didn't move.

"That's your leader's name," Kenshin concluded.

"Former leader," Starscream spat out, "I don't serve him anymore."

"Good to know," Kenshin said before waving, "Bye."

"What?! You can't leave me in here! Restore my space!" Starscream yelled as Kenshin and Lara left.

"We'll leave him like that for a few hours and then you can widen the cage to its original state," Kenshin advised.

"A name isn't much to go off of," Lara reminded, "We need to know about operations! Tactics!"

"Little by little we wear him down and he'll confess to everything," Kenshin reassured, "I know you're worried about Lord T-!"

"Just call him Willy," Lara cut him off, "He would have preferred that.

"Willy," Kenshin corrected himself, "But Willy might be more valuable alive considering his status. He's resourceful. I'm sure he can come up with something."

Lara sighed to herself. She truly did hope so.

(Anyway, Free game: 34, 36, 37. 17, 46, and 26 have has been asked.)

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strscrossed · 7 months

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“the whole school was aware that they were fucking around. but then once mikasa steps into the picture, he's all about her. of course the rumor mill spins and for someone like mikasa, it's a lot.”

ditching thee lara tyber for some rando girl who barely speaks 😭 he’d not be able to restrain himself from being by her side but he does pull back after he’s told by armin/sasha he’s being very overwhelming in the beginning of it all

bc his goal is to give mikasa everything he failed to give her in their previous life it I think it’s so him to get caught up in it especially at the beginning bc he’s a emotionally fueled dude

honestly the thing about lara tybur is that her family is like...old money rich. like her whole family are full of people who are either high profile or in the public eye. so she's a big deal. one does not simply walk away from a tybur. thing is, lara herself doesn't care. she actually wishes him luck and also says that she's beautiful.

yeah eren is so emotional when it comes to mikasa, he doesn't seem to observe anyone else. armin definitely tells him to dial it back. also mikasa probably warms up to armin faster.

#answered #high school reincarnation au

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chirpilee · 7 months

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i made these a while ago but im thinking abut making more outfits for my ocs...

this is tyber, an alien puppy!!

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revoleotion · 7 months

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I can see Shamrock accidentally staying up all night finishing paperwork

I wrote this line about Urai Fen in a crack text but I feel like this also describes Shamrock's role in the gang™️:

Tyber Zann is not doing his taxes [right now], which has to do with the fact that he does not pay taxes. He's become good, if not great, at avoiding them. From time to time, he makes Urai send something to the Empire that, with a little fantasy, might resemble his annual earnings, except that it's not. It's just that beings like Urai get nervous when they don't have things to plan, so giving him fake taxes is like giving a pet some enrichment activity.

Shamrock: I need paperwork. I NEED TO FILL OUT A FORM. Does anyone need to register a car or deal with an insurance? Please please pl-

Tsubaki: Do you want to fill out my fake tax report?

Shamrock: DO I???

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universallychaoticpan · 2 years

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Finding a Muse

Jean x reader

implied afab reader

running low on inspo atm so here's dark academia jean for the soul <33

Jean was no stranger to words; they swarmed his head like moths, day and night, fluttering and sweeping the insides of his skull with their wings that filtered away in golden dust. He liked how fluidly they spilled onto a page, how the right combination of letters could take a person to the heights of joy and the lowest despairs. He liked to take his time wondering among the crowded libraries of the renowned Paradis university; the gleaming shelves lined with books, their spines proudly displaying titles written in scrawling gold.

It was in that quiet, soft place where he saw you.

It was where he fell in love with you.

And, over the months and the years you would spend in those quiet rooms, it was where you realized you could not see yourself with anyone but him;

for better or worse.

The day he'd first seen you was like any other, really. His head was aching from his late night perfecting yet another paper for yet another class, his eyes refusing to read the words of the book in front of him. Sighing, he had returned it to it's place, trailing his fingers along the others all the way. It was just past early morning, and the grand bell tower in the center of the campus ran out the time with it's majestic voice; 9 A.M. He liked being there so early; almost no one came to this library anyway, but in the morning, it was empty save for him and the students who staffed it. But when he made it to the place where a space stood empty among the tomes, he found more than something better to read.

He found you.

Head low, sitting with your back against the wall and your legs stretched out in front of you, you turned the page of your own book with a slight smile on your lips. Jean froze, his eyes wandering over the way the sun in the window behind you lit you so perfectly; the silhouette of your profile, your relaxed posture, the wisps and fly-aways of your hair- it mesmerized him to say the least.

And when you looked up, all clear eyes and movements that ran together like water, it was as though you'd casted a spell on the poor boy.

"Hello."

One word. One word, five letters, extended like an olive branch in hopes of breaking the now awkward silence stretching between you two.

"Hi."

Standing, you shook your head with a bemused smile. "I must admit I have never seen you before," you said, putting your hand towards him. "and I suposs you actually have a reason to be here this early?"

He shrugged, grasping your hand in his own. "It's quiet in here; I like it."

"Fair enough. Anyway, you have a name, or are you just a pretty stranger who reads Reiss?"

He wrinkled his nose, remembering the book in his hand; it wasn't enough to hide the flush of his cheeks at you calling him pretty, and you found yourself quite liking it. "Picked it up because it seemed interesting; the author is a pretentious one though, past just being a philosopher.

You laughed a bit, keeping your hand over your mouth to stifle the sound. "I prefer Tyber to Reiss myself."

"Anyway," he continued, "I'm just trying to find something to distract me from a particularly nasty project."

"What's the project," you asked, brightening with curiosity. "Maybe I can help."

"Cross the human face with the natural."

"That's...oddly vague,' you replied.

"Art professors," he laughed. Still, he couldn't help but note how his hands ached to capture the curves of your likeness: every feature spoke to him in a way that kept his cheeks pink and warm.

"Actually, could you do me a favor?"

He was tentative and nervous; you could see it in the way he became withdrawn suddenly, preparing himself for you to say no. "It's a bit strange but I think I found my project."

"Alright," you answered, that curious gleam in your eyes growing as you set your own books down on a nearby table. "What's the favor."

He fixed his eyes on the glowing wood on the floor underneath him

"Let me paint you?"

It was nine twenty seven.

You talked all the way back to the impressive marble building he called home, laughing and handing the conversation back and forth like a practiced magician and his sleight of hand. he place was bustling with other students, their shoes clicking smartly against the smooth pavement on their way to class. None payed much attention to you; but that didn't mean you took no interest in them. You watched two dark heads walk side by side, a green eyed boy and a girl with a red scarf wound around her neck chatting softly. You followed a lone blonde boy with your eyes, his own blue ones scanning the pages of the book in his hands raptly. They knew where they were going; unlike you. They had a destination for their time, their day, their lives. And it scared you. You knew why you were here; you knew why your father had let you come. And it made you nervous to be with Jean; Jean, who was leading you up the stairs to his room, who's hand rested perfectly in the space of your lower back, sending heat through your skin.

It scared you that you enjoyed the feeling.

And then it was gone, and the door of his room swung open; and it was nothing short of lovely.

The far wall was nothing but windows, the light streaming in as the sky spilled in over the floor. They were open, letting the white curtains move in the breeze and remind you of dancers. There were easels and cloths, canvases spanning the room; it smelled of paint and wind and Jean; something you knew was unique to him despite the short time you'd known him.

"I'll have you sit about here," he said, patting the seat of a stool. Carefully, you did, and he stayed close; you felt his eyes wander over you, feather light and sweet, and you closed your own. You felt his hands, still warm on your skin, moving your arms, positioning your hands. You felt him grasp your chin, his hold cautious but not harsh, soft as a fawn's belly, and turn your head; you felt goosebumps rise as his knuckle brushed the exposed skin under your open collar just enough for you to feel it.

And with your eyes closed, he was free to marvel at you.

It was perfection; you were.

He had found a muse; and it was human. It was so unlike the fabled creatures who were cold and divine, warm but distant. You were tangible and sweet as tangerines and summers on the lake; he could touch you and feel his breath hitch when yours did as your skin met.

Your bond was something more than a final project; it was electric from the beginning.

It was ten thirty.

That morning was only a beginning. From there, you'd find yourself making your way back to Jean's room, the hours flying until it was time for you to leave while you were together. He finished pieces while you watched him work; you'd read quietly while he sketched your likeness into countless pages, scraps, bits of paper he could get his hands on whenever you were too lovely to let pass. Sometimes, you'd sit, cross legged on the floor, chatting for hours. Others, you'd lie back against him, feel the solid heat of his living form pressing back against your own, sleep dragging your both under while his arms naturally fell around you.

You could sense where you were going; and as much as it still scared you, it thrilled you regardless. You could have lived in the in between place forever; when you were too close to be friends, but still too far to be lovers. You wanted the space to tell your family the truth and you wanted to enjoy the soft nights you'd spend with Jean's eyelashes fluttering as he slept beside you.

You were running from the change; the one you could sense like a storm, growing and building and ready to break; it would send your careful masterpiece streaming down the walls;

You didn't think you were ready to loose the colors, the way your world was so bright and full.

So you retreated; you touched him sweetly, but recoiled when he tried to do the same. You slept close, but you curled into yourself. And it hurt; you could see it in the way his eyes would flash, the slight pressure in his jaw before he'd play it off. And you would laugh, pretend it didn't hurt you jut as much to deny yourself.

The breaking point: ten forty- three; Saturday night.

The campus was humming as it usually was, with the comings and goings of gatherings and friends enjoying their time. And with the buzz of golden liquor fresh on your mouth, you had gone back to Jean's dorm, stumbling over each other all the time. Carefully, you had fallen against the wall, sliding down with your back against the cool surface and turned your head-

to find your stained lips inches from the man you were rapidly falling for.

Only now, you didn't have to fall back. He saw it, the sudden fear, and he fell away from you, turning back to the opposite wall and casting the both of you in grim silence; all there was to hear was the ticking of a clock, rhythmic and maddening.

"Why do you do that?"

"Hm?"

And there it was; he was looking back at you, the tension thick but not unpleasant. It was not tense, but ripe. And you were ready to sink your teeth in at last, to feel fruit burst on your tongue. You did not want to run from it; you ached to fell the clouds of your budding storm the petals of what you had grown into fall open.

"Pull away. Why? Have I done anything to hurt you? It's alright if you don't feel the same way but I suppose I have been vague with my feeling for you-"

And this time, to his surprise, you didn't stop him; you let him speak. You simply cocked your head, curious and bright, like you had been when he'd met you.

Waiting. Expectant.

And he stopped talking.

Instead, he reached out, slow, giving you every chance to pull away. He gave you every moment, every agonizing second, where his hand hung in the ether just inches away from your skin. And you let him touch you; you let him rest his hand upon your cheek, you and leaned in to the warmth that was now there. You felt him draw nearer, light brown eyes still timid, but brimming with every memory that now formed- love. That's what it was.

And you let him kiss you.

You let him cross the remaining distance, the inches, the miles, all of it closed in the instant it took for his mouth to sweep your lips, sweet and gentle, falling all over you like mist.

"So I apologize if I have been vague as to how I feel about you-"

And then you were kissing him back. You were anchoring yourself to him and nothing had ever felt so right; the way his hands were on you, touching every place that you needed him to. He was healing you, and you him, trust blooming again as you both gave and gave in to one another and yourselves. You forgot about the promise you'd made your father; you forgot that being in love meant he would call you to marry, to leave your books, your school, leave any ticket to freedom. You forgot; and it didn't matter. It didn't matter because the right you felt was not a gilded cage; it was not a prison swathed in velvet and gold. It released you; Jean and all he was, all he had been to you, were setting you free. The perfect in between, of love and the flight you had always yearned for in life were here; they lied with him, with you, with the way he spoke and looked in your eyes before he ever touched your skin. How he had asked to make you art, to bring out what he could already see and to show it to you. Even then, on canvas, you had looked like the magic in his head: the light crowning your head like an angel, your face thoughtful but not unkind.

He was everything; freedom and passion, liberty at its best. And you knew with him, your life was open to every horizon; it was your to make.

It was perfection; the warmth of the bell tolling eleven, the heat that was filling you, flooding you, keeping you afloat in the sea of your world.

To you, it was all his heart.

To him, it was all your soul.

#jeans x reader #jean k x reader #jean kirstein x reader #aot jean x reader #aot x reader #snk x reader #attack on titan x reader #jean k fluff

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collective-remnants-rwby · 2 years

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For It is Unity From Which we Derive Victory...

The Headmasters and various instructors of Chorus Academy. The Academy is notable for its teachers’ overlapping areas of responsibility.

Velvet Scarlatina

Headmistress, though she also teaches Engineering courses and hand-to-hand combat.

Don’t kill me but...Crosshares divorce arc?

All around badass, most of the students are scared of her. Appears kinda strict, actually is a little stern/strict. Kinda subconsciously mirroring Coco.

Cares incredibly deeply for her students, expects the best from them and always has advice for anyone brave enough to ask her.

Does NOT tolerate bullying. Each year, at the first sign of such nonsense she gives a dressing down to the entirety of the first years to tell them that they are better than this and head the whole thing off at the pass.

The whole ordeal is referred to as “Secondary Initiation” by teachers and upperclassmen. It gets results.

Trusts Jaune and the rest of her staff implicitly.

Jaune Arc

Deputy Headmaster and a Jack-of-all-trades teacher.

Primarily an Aura & Semblance Application teacher, but assists in the medical wing, and with Stealth and Security (And how to circumvent them)

He’s essentially David from Camp Camp as a college professor.

The nice, approachable teacher students hope they get before being called into Velvet’s office. Always has a kind word.

Still stern in his own way, especially concerning “reckless kids” “unnecessary injuries” and “Your saviour complex borders on suicidal ideation”.

Also doesn’t tolerate bullying.

Takes the first years on a camping-slash-survival trip each year.

Teaches a higher level course about the...shadier aspects of the Hunter profession

Married to Mercury Black.

Winter Schnee

Primary Combat Instructor & Semblance Application

Bit of a hard-ass, but has become a surprisingly good teacher.

Glyphs are incredibly useful in the training the students in Anti-Grimm combat.

Believer in partner-on-partner and intra-team sparring alongside more standard bouts. ( “In order to function as a team you must understand how your team fights, and what better way to do so other than direct exposure?”)

Not afraid to throw down with the students herself.

Doesn’t do favourites, but even those on her shitlist are given a fair chance, willing to work with them.

Surprisingly good friends with Tyber & Lira

Tyber Belmonte

Professor of Grimm Studies & Combat Strategy.

Literally just Trevor Belmont from 2017 Castlevania

Married to Liraz.

“Alright you little shits-” Proceeds to out-heckle the hecklers, but never takes it too far.

Does have personal anecdotes and “I once knew a guy” stories, though not to Port’s extent. He’s actually capable of staying on topic.

Weapon is a Bastard Sword/Morning Star hybrid called Grimmtooth.

No one knows his Semblance. It’s a matter of debate among the students, with the leading theory being weaponized sarcasm.

Generally skips more basic types of Grimm “If you can’t already kill a Beowulf with a hand tied behind your back then your in the wrong place,”

Liraz Alvaredo

Dust professor and History & Legends of Remnant Teacher.

Reference to Sypha Belnades. Married to Tyber, obvs.

Always starts her classes off with a bang. Literally, she begins each year by detonating raw, unstable dust while standing perilously close.

Always excited, but can certainly match wits with Tyber.

Good at engaging students. Incredibly passionate about the subjects she teaches, to the point of occasionally rambling but her students are always drawn in.

Friday storytime is mandatory.

Probably the most competent teacher on staff.

Her Semblance is Elemental Immunity. She cannot be burnt or electrocuted, and is immune to hypothermia, making her great at handling Dust.

Her weapon isn’t known to the students, though they joke about it being her ever present robe/lab coat hybrid, which is always covered in slightly unstable Dust powder, and liable to spontaneously combust/freeze/spark at random.

Her uncle is actually the Headmaster of Pālulu Academy.

Jett Sanzang

Professor of Stealth & Security, alongside Criminal Justice

Based off of Six Eared Macaque. A faunus with macaque ears.

Their Semblance is super hearing/echolocation, combined with brain processing allowing them to circumvent sensory overload.

Blind, but a lot of people genuinely don’t know until they tell them.

Wields a staff that can function as a walking stick or become a three section staff.

Adopted child of Starr Sanzang.

Does do favourites, but isn’t about to let Luna Wukong know that.

Kinda like Lego Monkie Kid’s Macaque, but less evil.

Teaches about the shadier aspects of the Hunter life alongside Jaune. To say the contrast between the two is jarring would be an understatement.

Zubair de Rio

Primary Engineering teacher, overseer of the weapon’s forge and vehicle maintenance.

Allusion is Ogun, the Yoruba god of metal work.

Duel wields an axe and a billhook, both of which double as shotguns.

His Semblance is iron manipulation.

Quietly nerds out over his students’ weapons.

Also does favourites, but not to the point of bias.

Slight hero worship of Yang Xiao Long & Ruby Rose for their engineering skills instead of their Hunting feats.

Gris & Cinnabar

Two members of Armonia’s militia, gunship pilots usually responsible for shuttling students and Hunters to their missions.

Gris is a cheetah Faunus whilst Cinnabar has a cybernetic left eye and arm.

“Do you ever wonder why we’re here?” “Dealing with teenagers? I always figured it was a punishment,” “I meant in a philosophical sense,” “A karmic punishment then,”

My eternal respect to anyone to guesses their influence.

Danaë Aegle

Head Doctor, but she also teaches survival courses

Alludes to Aegle, the greek goddess of radiant good health

Can absorb sunlight to power a healing Semblance, and can store it for a charge. Heals directly instead of Aura Amplification like Jaune.

In terms of Star Trek medical officers, she’s a Grouch (Bones, Chapel, Voyager’s EMH, T’Ana) compared to Jaune’s Mom (Crusher, M’Benga).

Favourite place on campus is the green house. It’s rumoured she grows weed there.

Xia Zalmon

Reference to Zalmoxis, a Dacian god.

Head Counselor.

Likes wearing fur.

Not paid enough for this.

#RWBY #RWBY AU #rwbyoc #RWBY OC #Collective Remnants #RWBY: Collective Remnants #Velvet Scarlatina #Jaune Arc #Winter Schnee #RWBY Worldbuilding #Worldbuilding #Chorus Academy

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Day 96 - Three years in Belgium - a recap

Friday 4th November 2022

Words cannot begin to express how grateful I am for these last three years in Belgium. Not only did Belgium become a place to stay but a home. A place where there have been many ups and downs, tears and laughter, relaxing days and full on sport, pandemics and rule breaking, beer and boulets and everything in between. Everything that makes a place change from just an area on a map to a place full of connections, emotions, memories, a home.

I came to Belgium unsure, I was just out of uni and finally making money, enough to even start thinking about the kiwi dream of buying a house, and who was I to give it all up and move to the other side of the world with only the invitation to stay with Benoit and his family as a motivation. Was Belgium really that good? Did I really want to try find a job where I would have to perfect my French? Was Benoit – my Belgian model – really all that he cracked up to be? Would his family like me? And worse, would his sister like me?? Understandably there were doubts, pros and cons lists, questions, but in the end, late in May 2019 I jumped on a plane and headed off on my adventure. And honestly, I can tell you that Belgium was nothing like I imagined it to be. It was better.

It started pretty nicely, I arrived, Benoit picked me up in a very fancy car, (turns out it was Joelles), we had a quick hello with his family, then I napped for the afternoon, and woke up to a dinner party where I met Pablos flatmates and one of Benoits cousins, from the start, although jetlagged and overwhelmed, it was a good beginning, these were good people, and I began to feel my doubts fade away and just maybe, this was the right decision for me. Fast forward three years, and here we are having the same types of dinners with the same people, everyone coming to see us, but not because they are curious about Benoît’s Kiwi girlfriend, but because we are now leaving and those initial hellos developed into deep friendships, oh how time flies. These last few weeks have been full of dates, midday and evening, and climbing in between, I have never had a social calendar so full, and although I was sick, and was probably only awake due to the many cups of coffee per day consumption, I feel blessed. Blessed to have people to visit, share a final meal with those close to us, and to relish in the beauty of their friendships. Every invitation has touched me deeply, from dinners with Benoits family friends to the last shepards pie at the flat. How lucky we are.

We have had an eventful few years, and ones that I will never forget. Summer of 2019 was a busy one, Joelle and Paul were travelling quite a bit, which gave Benoit and I the chance to get comfortable together in Sprimont and for me to feel comfortable in my new home. We then had the major initiation into sport with my first camping holiday with the Tyber-Henry group. I suffered and missed the GnTs at the lake relaxing in the sun. But everyone was friendly and seemed to give me credit for my knack for learning peoples names. At least I had that going for me, as the sport wasn’t as easily learnt! Then we had a whirlwind trip around Europe with Jamie where we travelled all over Europe in a fastpaced adventure. For the coming years, I was so grateful that I was able to share a European experience with my little brother before covid hit, and although I regret that Mum and Dad never got the chance to visit us in Belgium, so I could share my life with them, at least Jamie got to experience it with us, heat wave and all.

Then covid, the confinements, the rules that nobody could keep up with because they changed pretty much every week, the constant working from home environment, the frustration with the regulations and incertitude for when it would all end. I considered briefly heading back to NZ at the start of covid, it seemed like all the kiwis abroad were heading back home, but I made the choice, albeit a tough one, to stay in Belgium with Ben and his family. Turns out it was another good decision as despite my job, I love my life in Belgium. The confinement’s just brought the family closer, and I love how close we have all become thanks to the many days and evenings spent in each other’s company.

Summer of 2020 and 2021 – although there was full covid regulations in place we managed to fake ourselves a few covid passes and we all headed back to our usual camping spot for summer. Luckily for the two years of covid in Europe they decided to ease back on the regulations each summer which mean we could go back to where it all kind of started for me, the integration into the family and the sports that I now love, a true area for comparison. Each year, our love for climbing grew and my connections with the family strengthened.  Apart from the camping holidays, the big family reunions, secret covid parties/Christmases, and clandestine climbing gyms, we had so many lovely memories just at home, learning about each other, discussing life, repeating discussions that we had already had many times (much to Benoits pleasure), encouraging Jo to let Nazgul into the house for his final months, learning to crochet and sew, eating mince in every preparation possible, going for runs with Jo and Sophie, laughing about fake handicaps at Esneux, having an open beer fridge to all climbers that felt like passing by, heated crypto discussions, our famous Friday night pizza nights, being treated to breakfast in bed in Autumn with a fracassé au pomme, making soap, the occasional waffle on a Saturday morning that Paul would bring back from the markets. All those little things, and so many of those little details that make leaving so much harder.

What started out as a questionable idea, turned out to be the greatest decision of my life, not only have we experienced so many wonderful memories, I have formed relationships that run so deeply my heart is heavy with the thought of having to have said goodbye. I have often said that I was grateful to be living with Joelle and Paul (for many reasons) but mainly for the fact that now we know each other so well, we can talk and laugh about anything and everything, and now I look forward to seeing them again as much as Benoit does. It was an absolute pleasure to be able to spend these last three years together, to become part of the family. To find a sister and best friend in Marie, a confident for everything, and someone who I will miss having in my life day to day. To find someone to relax, climb and laugh with in Paul, who is always keen to light a fire in winter and crack open a beer in summer (or any season for that matter). To find my running buddy, fellow sewing student, and salad maker in JojoRabbit, who has taught me many things about myself and life during these last years. And to find Pablo, probably the opposite to me in personalities, but someone who I admire for his enthusiasm, self-assurance, guru advice and kite surfing lessons. And recently to Clem, a fine addition to the Henry clan. And to everyone else, the list is too long to site here, but everyone we have met from our climbing friends, Benoits childhood or scouting friends, our village and the extended familes. Each person has helped make these last few years better, each connection, each smile, each moment spent together, are memories that I will cherish. I don’t think I have the proper words to sum up such a period of my life, three years jam packed with experiences is too hard to describe with just a few paragraphs, but I am thankful for everything that I have been lucky enough to be a part of and I can only hope that this phase of our lives is not finished with a full stop, but a comma, in the hopes that there will be more to come. So for perhaps the final time... Love Kate xxxx ,

But wait there is more, although theblondegoesabroad will be finishing, Benoit and I have now even more “fans” in Belgium, so we will be starting a new blog together in NZ to keep everyone updated with weekly updates on our life – see you there - Kenovele.tumblr.com

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