#absolutely howling

Considering there's gonna be a new Clancy for TB to look after during the new cycle, a new Clancy for Nova, presumably, to corrupt (even though I get Nova doesn't equal Nico, reclaiming the colours, if we become them we must do better blablabla I know but let's pretend for the crack fic's sake that Nova will chase after the new Clancy similarly to how Nico chased after him) it becomes something like a really funny shared custody battle over new!Clancy who has 0 idea of Nova and TB's prior history so it's truly very confusing to him how the regal powerful graceful bishop from the cold concrete city, who frankly looks like he's never seen the sun, and the rough - looking rebel group leader even know each other that well

"Torch I at least get to indoctrinate him for the weekend"

"He doesn't like it in Dema, Nova. Nobody likes it in Dema, Nova."

"Oh well you seem to like Dema well enough when you visit me at night"

"Uh, guys I..."

"Shut up Clancy", they say in unison

IM SO GLAD YOU SEE THE VISION ANON !!!!

Funniest ask I’ve ever had in my life thank you soooo much. It’s such a funny scenario because they won’t get divorced because then more people will end up knowing they were even together (and they just. don’t want to if we’re being honest.)

Kind of reminds me of the ABC Muppets show where Kermit and Miss Piggy don’t tell Robin they’ve broken up and he spends almost the whole episode believing they’re still together. Both Torch and Nova do want the cycle to break so they can’t make their son too sad y’know???? Get some couples counselling dudes omggggggg

OH MY GOSH friend. I was literally JUST thinking about this idea. Like yesterday. This is more a set up for the au than anything else but enjoy it all the same, there is a good chance I snap and write an addition later on:

When Emperor Palpatine died suddenly (from what, it was still unknown. A failure of the heart in his sleep, poison, assassination from enemies both close at hand or mysterious were all explored and summarily rejected), the Senate went into an uproar trying to determine his heir. The Empire had only been a true Empire for fifteen years—the succession rules were unclear, to say the least. There were those who campaigned for a political replacement, for a new election.

But those closest to Emperor Palpatine claimed to know his will. That his rule would be passed on to his closest kin, his half nephew. There was much murmuring over who this half nephew was. They knew of the half brother—a proud man who, unlike his fellow Nabooans, put no stock in the beauty of art and craftsmanship, but seemed to relish the art of war and profit.

However, Varenechibel (for so he was called) had died in a ship crash earlier that year, along with his three eldest sons. The fourth remained—a half human boy of eighteen, who had been raised by a distant cousin on an Outer Rim planet, safely out of the way.

He was out of the way no longer, and rumors flew thick and fast about this Maia Drazhar—whether he would be a ruler like his uncle, if the stories of his mother were true, calling the boy himself an inbred fool who would run their Empire into the ground. Very few had any faith in him, and most hoped that Mas Amedda, the Emperor’s Grand Vizier, would steer him in the right direction.

Some, like Senator Organa or Senator Berenar, seemed to hold out hope. Though when the boy himself finally appeared—tall and awkward and dark-skinned, accompanied by his scowling guardian and an elegant looking Twi’lek man who was as pale as the new Emperor was dark—hope did seem to flicker out. It would seem, it was remarked, that Mas Amedda had his puppet after all.

This all changed a month into the new Emperor’s—who, in Naboo fashion, had chosen a ruling name of Edrehasivar—rule, during which he hired two bodyguards of decidedly non-human descent, politely ignored Mas Amedda’s every suggestion, and began quietly ruling in a way that would have made Palpatine’s heart, should he have possessed one, quail with rage and horror.

The general Senate was up in arms, Bail Organa found himself positively delighted, and a young Umbaran woman, whose family was currently in negotiations of a personal sort with the Emperor, was revising her opinions rather rapidly. Csethiro Ceredin hadn’t expected much of Emperor Edrehasivar. What she had expected had been disproved, and she found she would be very interested to see what came of the Emperor’s rule.

And the mage is like

You’ll see 😉😉

The OG photo:

Esteban's picture vs Pierre's photo