@evaceratops and I have been… obsessing over Naboo worldbuilding for the past few weeks and I wanted to put them all in one post for convenience~
The Naboo are some of the most traditional people in the galaxy, adhering to the ‘old ways’ to best maintain A Golden Era (for better or for worse)
In dress, architecture, philosophy, and politics - traditions hold heavy importance in Naboo culture
They have managed to strike a strange mix of antiquated, ornate, and space age #aesthetique
Water is quite literally the lifeblood of Naboo culture, in more ways than one, and it mirrors the importance of politics
The healing powers of water are a popular folk belief; when you got sick as a child your grandmother probably told you to go soak in sunlit waters for hour to “cast out the sickness”
Folktales and ghost stories of the ancient gods and spirits are almost always centered on water - parents tell young children to stay away from the canals after dark, lest something swims up from the depths to grab you
The mark of a good politician is that of the ability to mimic the properties of water - adaptability, persistence, patience, finding the most unlikely solutions where others might see an obstacle
Naboo believe that since all life came from water, all life shall be returned to it - the ancient catacombs under Theed are actually underwater
After Naboo joined the Galactic Republic, its native language gradually gave way to Basic - but the noble families still speak this ancient language
All elected royalty and their closest aides are taught this language to communicate in private, even in large groups
Padmé Amidala and her handmaidens spoke it during her negotiations with the Trade Federation after the Liberation of Naboo, switching effortlessly between Galactic Basic and this language
Naboo is mostly oceans, and has two seasons: dry and wet. Monsoons and hurricanes are extraordinarily common and travel far, thanks to the relative flatness of the landmasses
The domed architecture and infrastructure of cities is not only for aesthetics - they are built to withstand otherwise devastating hurricanes
Theed, the capital, is built far inland and on a high plateau, but, again - that #aesthetique is highly, highly valued in Nabooian society
Hey, guys. It’s long overdue that I make a post like this, but here I am finally doing it. I have received a lot of love over the past three years so it’s about time I give some back. So this is a thank you note:
Thank you to the friends I’ve made on this website, who came into my life in my darkest times and fiercely stayed by my side, through sickness and health, through success and failure, saving my life one day at a time and endlessly cheering me on when I fought my way back. I’m a whole, happy person again today because of you.
Thank you to my readers, the ones that gave the girl with the big stories and mediocre ability to express them a chance. Nothing makes me feel quite as happy as writing does and it is because of your comments and encouragement that I can call myself a good writer today, however many years it took. Your insane support made me the best at something, anything, for the first time in my life (though that title now rightfully belongs to @paper-storm). So thank you, thank you so much for the 200,000 hits, 11,500 kudos, 3,200 bookmarks and 2500 comment threads. How insane these numbers are. Thank you for being there and enabling me to tell my stories. It brings me the outmost joy to share them with you. Thank you for reading.
Thank you to the passerbies and nonnies, the “Hey, just dropping by to wish you a good day” and “Please help me, I trust you”s. Being the one you choose to turn to or think of is an incredible honour. Thank you for the kind messages and discussions. You are proof that the very root of this website is still people coming together to exchange their opinions and ideas about the things we love. To celebrate music and human progress and sometimes just that poppin’ highlighter. Thank you for the kindness, education and conversation.
Finally, thank you to the people that chose to follow me just so. You endure my tags yelling about the boys and my endless ramblings about life, love and the world at large. Seeing that five digit number whenever I open my app is just crazy. Thank you.
Thank you all. If you feel like you’ve accomplished nothing else today, know that you had an impact on my life, big or small. And for that I’m eternally grateful.
As I mentioned a while ago, my ten-year-old little brother is writing a supernatural fanfiction, and some of you said you’d love to read it. So, here’s the first part (: Remember, he’s ten, not a native English speaker and he’ll be writing all of this himself (with a tiny bit of my editing). For me, the creativity and the fact this is all his idea are what makes this so wonderful.
A/N: I’m going to attempt to do a thing hope you don’t mind weeeee
lunch dates with yoongi and you wouldn’t be planned.
like the two of you would just be sitting on the couch, your head resting on his shoulder and legs intertwined, watching tv or just on your phones
then your stomach would just start growling
he hears and he starts to chuckle
you play along, pouting and groaning
“i’m so hungryyyyyy!” “Yoongi feed meeee!”
“feed yourself i’m busy”
“no you’re nottt, you’re just on your phone!”
you sit and pout some more, trying to think of what you could eat
then, a light bulb would go off in your head
“you wanna go out to eat?”
he doesn’t look up from his phone but he stopped scrolling, so you knew he was considering what you said
“maybe…will you drive?”
“if you pay”
you jump off the couch and onto your feet
he just rolls his eyes
but you knew he was also looking forward to it
so after chauffeuring yoongi to the restaurant, the two of you would sit down
same side of the table, cause you’re both lowkey clingy like that
like, yoongi would never admit it, and he’s always saying how “annoying” you are
but you know deep down he loves every bit of it
he’s the type of bf to always have his hand on your knee, or always has to be holding your hand, or even just sitting super close to you and pressing up against you to the point that he might as well be sitting on your lap
but every time you point it out and say how cute it is, he just glares at you
“you love meee”
yet, he never lets go of your hand, or never takes his hand off your knee so??????
anyways, the two of you are sitting by eachother, sharing a menu and trying to decide what to order
you look over your options, and everything looks so good to you because of how hungry you are
“oh, I want that! And that! Oh that looks so good, can we also get that?”
“let’s start with one thing each, then we’ll order more”
“but im hungryyyy”
“stop eating with your eyes”
you pout, cause you know he’s right.
he’d nod, keeping his eyes on the menu.
so y’all order your food (btw you’d be the one to order, while yoongi nods in approval and simply orders his drink)
but you two order your food, and while you’re both waiting, you two would do lowkey super cheesy stuff
like you two would play little table games
or dare each other to eat a handful of salt
or take a shot of hot sauce
stupid but cute shit like that
if not that, you two would just talk about random stuff
“did you do the laundry?”
“i thought it was your turn to do it?”
“no, It’s my turn to fold this week”
yoongi also doesn’t like to admit how much he admires you
like you know it, you know he’s lowkey your biggest fan
but he doesn’t ever really say it
so, one of the things yoongi loves to do, is take candid pics of you.
like his phone is filled with them
he’ll take one literally anywhere and everywhere.
so he’d take a candid of you at the table
and then immediately set it as his lockscreen
not his wallpaper though, cause that’s a pic of the both of you
“did you just take a picture of me?”
“yoongi, i see it on your screen”
“that’s not you”
“what- YOONGI YES IT IS”
then you’d start teasing him
and say how cute he is
“aww yoongi, you’re so sweeettt”
“you’re such a good boyfriendddd”
“I know I am, but stop”
but you’d ignore him, and just snuggle up to him while he sits there unamused
but you know he’s smiling
YOU KNOW HE LOVES IT
then after a while, your food would arrive
you two would eat, mostly in silence cause y’all are hungry
one of you might mutter something about how good it is while your mouths are full of food
“it’s suh guhd”
“i seh it’s suh guhd”
then you’d swallow your food, “I said it’s so good”
“ohhmmm” he’d say, nodding with food still shoved in his mouth
when you’d finish eating, the two of you would skip out on dessert
dessert’s at home AMIRITE? *WINK WONK* ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
and by that I mean you two would go home
change into your super baggy pajama clothes
grab that giant tub of ice cream in the freezer
and plop yourselves back onto the couch.
after that, the two of you would most likely fall asleep on the couch together from food comas
overall you two would just be domestic af
but you love it
you love everything about your guys’ relationship
the sarcasm, the teasing, and the super lovey dovey shit you two lowkey adore
you know, it may not be the most ideal kind of relationship for some people
but for you two, its perfect
and you guys wouldn’t have it any other way
Thank you guys for reading! I wanted to kind of jump on the bandwagon and try this kind of, style, of writing I guess? Idk I just would see other writers doing scenarios and writing them out this way and I thought it was so cool and casual and stuff. Idk, I just wanted to try it out. Let me know if you want to see more of this kind of writing? Or maybe you absolutely hated it and never want me to write like this again cause I suck? Whatever it is just let me know, lol! Hope you enjoyed! ♡
Birthdays got put on hold a lot. There were constantly more important issues: reapers, saren, reapers, collectors, reapers, the council, reapers, the illusive man, reapers, cerberus, reapers. Issues that made a cake, a gift or two, a silly song and a wish seem completely unimportant. Every year that it passed Shepard marked it off their calendar, holding their tongue and thanking anyone who remembered in private. It was not a celebration, a happy day or, at least, a day off, it became, instead, any other day.
A mission, a task, a goal. An enemy (or a few hundred) and a victim. Achievable. Manageable.
It became something they were so used to that when there was finally peace they almost had forgotten what to do on that day. They had no mission, they had no enemy. Their life was simple and mundane and peaceful.
When their birthday first crept around they stayed quiet, out of habit if nothing else. Shepard had underestimated their friends. The shadow broker, an AI, various captains, commanders and admirals, and even just friends who had fought by their side for years, were more than able to know when their birthday was.
Shepard was still in hospital when it happens, a large chunk of the citadel falling on you really can do some damage, surprisingly enough. They anticipated a nurse sneaking them an extra piece of jello, or a super fan sneaking in a birthday card. They didn’t expect to be woken by a nurse yelling that there’s a limit to how many visitors were allowed in a patients room at a time, a limit that had been surpassed about 12 guests ago.
Shepard was greeted by their entire Normandy crew. Gifts and cards and hugs were presented to them with smiles and laughs and jokes. The nurse yelling that ‘krogans hug too hard and if Grunt doesn’t stop immediately he’ll be removed’, alongside the new rib injuries they gained from Grunts defiant rebellion against said nurse served as a desperately needed reminder that Shepard did in fact have a family, who were, without a doubt, there for them. As long as Shepard had a family, people they can protect and love, Shepard still had a purpose besides the Reapers.
Joker placed a cake in front of Shepard with wobbly icing letters, EDI played a ‘Happy Birthday’ recording without the singing while everyone loudly sang the words (even if some of the non-humans messed up a lyric or two), Shepard blew out the candle and made a wish. I wish that I’ll never have to lose my family.
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