It’s Not A Plot Hole, It’s Foreshadowing

Humans are peaceful, not harmless

If you are unable to fight you are not peaceful, you are harmless. Only when you have the capacity for violence and yet choose not to use it are you truly peaceful. This is an important lesson learned when humans encounter aliens who have never met a species like them before.

The new species to enter into negotiations with the Trade Federation were not wholly unlike many others.

They travelled in groups and were highly social, an important trait where cooperation was agreed as a universal requirement to gain technological advancement.

When the Ambassador and their entourage arrived they gave their official designation name to be Human and their planet of origin Earth, a word which our translators seem to think means something like ‘fertile ground’.

With the Ambassador came the priests, at least or so we thought. They carried talismans and wore ornate clothing, speaking little, and behaving in accordance with strict hierarchy, just like the monks of the ancient worlds. It spoke to us of a thoughtful and careful people, certainly the Ambassador consulted frequently with the senior priestess known by her title of General.

Our chosen negotiation centre was the planetoid of Jaril, close enough to Human territory to not put them too far out of their way and yet also not too far for us. We hoped it would become a good neutral trade site once we discovered what we held in common.

The grave mistake of ours was to assume it was also a site far enough from the Tarma for them to not take an interest. The Tarma are an unusual species in that they are evolved from apex predators, a situation we thought impossible until they first burst into our territory. What form of predator is social and cooperative enough to advance? It turns out some apex predators turn spare time between hunts into complex mating rituals requiring feats of intellect and ingenuity, for which family groups will band together to get the best bloodlines.

Still, the Tarma are a huge problem when most of us are the survivors of prey ancestors whose cooperation was essential to survival from predation.

When their ships were spotted we prepared to do as we have always done, to retreat and reconvene in a safer location at a later date.

Then the human Ambassador turned to the General and said, “I believe this is where I hand over to you.”

The General bared her teeth in the most disconcerting way as she smiled. “I believe it is.”

Before we could begin our evacuation, the human priests did what we at first mistook for a starburst escape. We were horrified when their tiny ships navigated towards the Tarma, we thought they were about to be slaughtered.

The Tarma were no more prepared for what happened next than we were.

The Human Ambassador was not travelling with priests, he was travelling with warriors. I will swear on my herd’s life, I saw the most peaceful and reserved creatures turn from monk to exterminator in moments and I was thoroughly shocked to my core.

In less than a Human hour the Tarma had fled and the General calmly returned command to the Ambassador.

“But, we thought you were a peaceful people.” My diplomacy, I fear, suffered for the stress of the situation.

“We are.” the Ambassador reassured us. “We come in peace to trade, to explore, and to learn. We mean no harm to anyone who does no harm to us.”

“How can you claim to be harmless when you did that?” I gestured to the debris still visible from the viewing window.

“If I may.” the General spoke softly. “We stated from the start we are a peaceful species, perhaps you simply mistranslated the meaning of our words. We are not evolved from prey, nor from apex predators. We are from a place in the middle, we are the hunted and the hunter. You mistook us for a harmless species, when in fact we can do a great deal of harm, we simply choose to reciprocate peace.”

We have a new and powerful ally now.

A species willing to trade combat for peace.

I like to imagine that at least once during the clone wars someone sent a report to General Kenobi and a very tired Master Kenobi just graded it and sent it back.

Humans are eldritch. They can sing a thousand voices, and they only started space exploration after more than two hundred years of trying to fix their own sick planet. They are guilt-driven, reckless and incredibly terrifying. They scare themselves for fun, they have deadly sports, and they are willing to almost die just to see if something can work.

No other intelligent species we know does that. No one almost killed their entire planet for the sake of profits, and no one discovered they could sing it back to life. No one is fascinated by unknown and terrific creatures that would certainly destroy everything and everyone, much less create art about the mere idea of it. No one dedicates so much of their craft for incomprehensible arts that can only be felt.

The entire universe’s medicine has changed since they arrived. We had to discover ways of erasing memory, of calming someone in the blink of an eye, because human art can make someone so sick they might never recover from it. Rumours spread, and humans were now feared. Everything about them became something terrific.

We knew they felt guilty, from almost killing their homeplanet, but that? That art, those hundreds of thousands of ideas of things that could never be, but still could be thought about? Those hands, smudged with toxic paint and oils, used to create imaginary things that looked too real to be imaginary? Their bodies, almost fragile almost strong bodies, that adapted to everything and could be broken down for the sake of things they deemed as beautiful? That did not came from guilt. It came within their own terrifying natures, along their hundred voices that could heal, along their silence that could destroy, along everything they ever created.

But still, when everyone feared them, humans did not try to attack. They did not try to cover themselves once again with blood. They did not do anything with violence. Despite everything, humanity was kind.

They helped with medicine, with their vaccines. They helped with technology, with their reckless nature of wanting to see if something can explode. They helped with art, by showing their own, and admiring ours.

They helped with history, for their obsession with the past did not allow them to not want to know more. They helped with restauration, for their guilt made them want to stop anyone from making mistakes similar to theirs. They helped with war, for not doing it. They helped with the universe, for despite everything, they still loved.

Humans are eldritch, for everything was set so they could once again use violence, but they did not. Humans are eldritch, because they themselves think they are evil, but still, they do not commit to it. Humans are eldritch, and they will help you out when you need it - just ignore their pets, for they have an obsession with befriending any and all creatures.

edit: hi so this is gaining traction again! i’m a college student who does writing commissions, so feel free to check it out! have a nice day byeee

Hello gamers, local disabled cane user is gonna teach you how to design a cane.

Tl:dr: design a cane based on comfortability and the disability of the character

First things first, you need to know why you’re character needs a cane. Do they have chronic pain? Unhealed injury? Muscle or joint issues? Do they have poor blood circulation which makes them dizzy? Do they need the cane all the time or does their disability fluctuate? Do they use a wheelchair or a walker sometimes?

There’s a lot you should know about a characters ability/disability in order to find what type of mobility aid they should be using.

There are a bunch of different kinds of canes/crutches. The 4 on the left are crutches. The difference between canes and crutches are, crutches are meant to keep weight off your legs as much as possible, and generally you use a crutch on each arm. Canes are used for stability and you usually only use one. Folding canes are great for people who only use their cane sometimes

Great! You’ve picked either a cane or crutches for your character. I’m done right? WRONG. Cane handles.

This is probably the most important part of canes because if you have the wrong handle your wrist will die.

I gently kiss all the canes on the left, they are all very good for grip and wrist, although the middle left is designed for left or right hand so you cannot switch hands with it.

The ones on the right are also pretty good, they wouldn’t be my first choice but they are still great. The top one is also very good as it has a wristband so you can’t drop it as easily. (Trust me when I say I DROP MY CANE SO MUCH)

Sigh. The middle cane handles… the bottom one I have never actually seen but it looks like it would kill my wrist. The top one is uncomfortable for long period uses, but it is good for if you’re a shepherd. And the pimp cane… the knob cane… it’s awful. Just no. It’s hard to grip, it is unstable it’s bad it’s awful I throw it into a fire. Please don’t give your character, they don’t deserve that pain

Now you know the basic ergonomic things, there are different shafts for canes and crutches

You can really get creative with this type of thing, just as long as it looks stable enough.

Here are some good examples of pretty canes that are ergonomic and good to use! (featuring victor arcane who i adore)

Add some cute details to the cane if you want! You can add stickers, colours, grip support. And while I love the concept of cane swords those are very unstable, if you want a cane weapon you can make it lead weighted, put knives in it. A poison vile in the shaft. Be creative.

Just some of these components are important to consider with a disabled character. There’s a lot more to consider with wheelchairs and walkers which I don’t have the experience with.

If you do have any questions my asks are always open to questions about this stuff! I’d love to help if you’re making a disabled character.

Canon, give me the forbidden fun Jedi anecdotes-

„ Sir „ The alien asked his commander

„ Why are humans considered one of the most dangerous species ?

They do not posses any special powers ,

They are dependent on so many factors to live

They are fleeing , their lifespan isn’t more than 2 centuries ? “

The commander stayed still . After a long pause , in which the alien soldier already admitted defeat he spoke :

“ Because they learn not to fear death.

Not all of them . But some.

They overcome the biggest unknown the universe offers . They simply conquer it . They risk their life’s for war , for emotions , sometimes even for fun. Fully aware that their one chance is so insignificant . Fully aware they might not live to even a century .”

The commander turned towards the soldier .

“ No other species has ever learned that. Even our race , that lives for millions of years , shivers and screams as the dark void that consumes everything comes to get us.

Humans are terrifying because they play with that void on a daily basis. Some of them even long for it.

Can you imagine , soldier ?

A human could live for only 20 solar circles and long for the unknown void . How could it feel so much in such short time span ? How could it look the horror that the unknown brings and reach out for it ?”

The aliens eyes widened, and he stepped back

“ Everybody fears the void . It’s impossible not too” He didn’t fully believe his commander . Yet he couldn’t deny the insanity with which humanity moved forward .

The commander made a sound that was considered a chuckle in their race .

“ Say that to the next human you meet and watch, how they defy that in every way .”

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I know your weakness.  It’s kisses.  You are doomed. (Don’t worry.  We’re all doomed eventually.)

"C'mon."

"No."

"Foooooooox. Come on."

"I can't. I've got this whole stack of forms to sign, and then I have to look over the shift schedule for the rest of the week -"

Quin grabs Fox's wildly waving hand and plucks the stylus out of his grip, tossing it carelessly behind him.

"Hey-" Fox starts, but cuts off sharply when Quinlan brings his hand up to his lips and presses a kiss to his bruised knuckles. His lips are soft and warm, and it catches Fox's breath in his throat; the tender way that Quinlan holds his hand, the low-banked simmer in his eyes as he peeks up at Fox.

"You were saying?"

Fox shakes his head and tries to remember his train of thought. Meanwhile, Quinlan's on the move; he prowls behind Fox's desk chair and lands another soft kiss to the nape of Fox's neck. It blazes along the nerve endings, standing Fox's hair on end and making him shiver.

Quinlan's purring voice doesn't help with that, either. "I know your weakness," he whispers, so close to Fox's ear that he can feel Quin's hot breath.

"The Kaminoans promised no vulnerabilites," Fox manages, breaking off into a moan when Quin's teeth just graze the shell of his ear.

"Did they?" Quinlan presses his lips to Fox's temple. "I'm seeing a few. A couple kisses and you're already distracted."

"That's not fair," Fox protests, but Quin is already continuing. "What happens if I tell you you've done so good today? That you deserve a reward?"

Fox's quick intake of breath is answer enough. The smile that spreads across Quinlan's face is sharp and affectionate, with just an edge of mockery. "Good boy," he coos when Fox stands up, and rewards him with a kiss, this time on the lips. It's less tender than the others, hungrier, making Fox press in closer and throw his arms around Quinlan's neck.

Without breaking the kiss, Quinlan scoops Fox up. His legs wind around Quinlan's solid hips, held up by the Force or Quin's strong arms. Fox can't tell, and he doesn't care, either, as Quinlan carries him off to the couch, the whole time kissing him like it's the last thing he'll ever do.

Not a bad way to go, Fox thinks, and then he can't even think anymore.

(a softer world prompts)

So, this entire issue was really cute–Obi-Wan’s feral mountain man beard and mullet aside–because the reveal at the end of the story is that Obi-Wan let the thief steal the paperweight from him so that they could track her back to her lair and stop her from stealing from Dex’s customers.  And the lesson that Milo Graf is telling is that, “Nine times out of ten, you’re not as clever as you think you are.” I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS. I love Obi-Wan and Dex’s friendship!  I love that Obi-Wan apparently heard a plot to teach someone a lesson about how they weren’t as clever as they thought they were, and having had like ten years of experience of teaching that lesson, was like, “Oh, yes, teaching obnoxious little shits that they’re not as clever as they think they are is my speciality.” and was 100% onboard for this. I love that he had to know the thief would steal from him because he was a Jedi, so he just sat himself down and plunked down a paperweight next to him, because nobody in this galaxy apparently understands fuck all about the Jedi, like, no, it’s just a normal paperweight not some mysterious object, no, I didn’t use my space wizard psychic powers to find you, I used a normal tracking device, like, yes, give me alllll the weird vaguely eldritch Jedi and all the “………..no, I used a space Uber to get here, I didn’t fly here with my space wizard powers.” moments where, two seconds later, they just turn around to stare into the middle distance and get this unfathomable look on their face so you never know if they’re normal or not, like, HOW DO YOU DEAL WITH THESE PEOPLE??? (Dex just laughs and shrugs, eh, they’re weird a lot of the time, but pretty all right people, you just gotta roll with that stuff.) AND BOOOYYYY DO I LOVE OBI-WAN’S FACE. HE IS SO DELIGHTED TO GET TO TEACH SOMEONE A LESSON. HE BEAT HER TO HER PLACE AFTER PRETENDING SHE GOT AWAY AND WAITED (LURKED) IN HER LAIR AND HID HIMSELF IN THE SHADOWS JUST SO HE COULD DO A DRAMATIC REVEAL AND HE IS HAVING THE TIME OF HIS LIFE. OBI-WAN KENOBI:  GLEEFULLY DRAMATIC BASTARD WHOM I LOVE

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