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anakin fanart because i love him with everything in me
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maul shadow lord rant
i think what hurts the most is knowing that maul didn’t get to see a future where sidious isn’t terrorizing the galaxy.
ofc, we have to keep in mind that dear mr. maul is also a menace and would inflict terror over the galaxy as well, but it was so painful to watch him in ep.8 promising his little self that he’d never let sidious do that to anybody else after reliving his trauma, knowing damn well that he’ll spend the rest of his life in the shadows, alone, drowning in rage and vengeance, only to die in the middle of the desert, alone, knowing that he couldn’t do anything about it.
it’s also so delightfully ironic to watch him inflict the same thing upon another child in his pursuit of revenge, like, i’m so sorry my dearest devon.
i’m genuinely so excited to see their dynamic, to see more emotion from maul and devon’s conflict; i have a theory that, in time, she might end up betraying him, even if she’s formed a bond with him.
just finished maul shadow lord… not feeling very well (it was amazing)
I love that evil cat
BRO THEY TOOK HIS EVIL CAT AWAY 😭😭💔💔
THORA THE EXPLORER
Hello, it’s me again.
I come here for advice because I’ve been writing this story, and I’ve been enjoying it so much, until I realized I might be playing into a terribly harmful trope.
So, my main character is a woman who’s dealing with the loss of her lover, learning to overcome it and eventually falling in love with someone else (a man, but a good one, I swear.)
The thing is, I’ve had these OC’s for a looong time, and they’re mostly always a couple, but, she’s always been a bisexual woman in my head, so, sometimes I’d pair her with another lady OC of mine.
Now, as I’m writing my story, it focuses both on her grieving process, and her developing relationship with this guy, but, the problem arose when I realized that I might’ve played into the bury your gays trope, or the queer tragedy trope. To make matters worse, the main couple is a straight couple!!!
Now, I am a bisexual woman myself, and my intention was never to play into those. Truthfully, in my head, the two relationships were equal. Just that, relationships regardless of gender, but I also understand that we live in a world where the distinction is always made: queer couple vs straight couple (i wish it was just couple, but the world is homophobic)
Now, in no way or capacity am I making the distinction in my story, nor is it a problem for any of the characters, in fact, sexualities aren’t even mentioned because it’s all the same and normal.
My question is: should I change it? should I make her ex lover a man, too? I really do not want to change the main relationship as they’re my darling OC’s and I love their dynamic.
Is there a way where this isn’t problematic? Or am I terrible for even getting to this place without rationalizing it first? Help!
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Hello tumblr, I bring you a fragment and a summary of a new story I’m working on 🙈
DYING STARS
"D'you have a deathwish, Thomas Ryder?" I asked coldly as I began circling him. Perhaps, on that day, I was a shark.
He took a moment to answer.
"Not at the moment."
I huffed a little, a grin returning to my face.
"Then why didn't you run?"
I was in front of him again, and he returned his gaze to meet mine.
"There was no need, you didn't pull the pin." He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world, but still, he remained expressionless.
"You're observant, that's good." I paused for a second before speaking again.
"What are you willing to do for this cause?"
I asked bluntly. Hopefully, this was, at the very least, entertaining for the spectators.
"Whatever is needed." Once again, his reply was dry.
I was inspecting him, watching for a slip of emotion, doubt, fear, anything.
"What are you willing to give for this cause?" I asked again. I couldn't have cared less for the unorthodoxness of my methods, for how it would be perceived by the public, or for anything, really. I was living through my own hell, so what if I gave a piece of it to others?
"Whatever is needed." He repeated. He let nothing show.
"Alright."
I took a step back and inspected him again. Anything? How brave. Perhaps he did have a death wish. It didn't matter; we´d just have to go through this whole humiliation ritual again if this was his form of suicide; it had to be, it surely had become mine.
"Come with me."
With that, I turned around and began walking towards León, who was watching the whole thing with a hand on his chin and a defeated expression. I heard a confused commotion behind me; 'What? Was that it?'
I hated bureaucracy, I hated procedures and obligations; if I was forced to replace Leila, then I'd make the whole process as distressful and meaningless as possible for everyone involved. So what if I based my pick on lack of self-preservation? So what if my selection was based off of nothing?
Truth be told, I pitied this man for the torture that would ensue. The constant bloodbaths, the explosions, my cruel disposition. Nothing mattered after her.
"Are you happy now?" I asked my tired brother.
"That was your test?"
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Summary
It’s my first original work (no fandoms) and I’ve been cooking it up in my head for ages. It will be posted on Ao3, the first chapter is pretty much done. It will be a multi chapter story with themes of grief, trauma, anti-capitalism, revolution, queerness, horny??
I’ve tried to write many iterations of the story but I like this one the most. It’s heavily influenced by Star Wars (no one’s surprised), especially by Andor 2 and the rebel operation on Yavin 4. If that means nothing to you, that’s okay, it’s mostly for reference, but it’s a completely separate story.
The story will be set in a made up jungle-city in a made up country, but it follows the dynamics of the real world.
It follows Kira, the protagonist, as she deals with the loss of her lover (Leila) during a particularly traumatic mission, and her struggles to move forward with her life.
She’s the commander of a highly skilled, special forces squadron of their coalition to fight against a totalitarian, capitalist government that’s destroying their country (basically, a rebellion/revolutionary organization), that operates from a base in a little city in the middle of the jungle.
Her brother León, the general of the coalition, tells her it’s time to stop wasting away her life in grief and find a replacement (he said they need someone to fill the role) for the space Leila left in her squadron, since she’s refused to do so for nearly a year now. Reluctantly, she agrees on the condition that she gets to choose the new person.
She bases her pick on near randomness by throwing a grenade to the crowd of candidates and choosing one of the people who didn’t move (she’s so goofy <3)
The guy she picks is a mysterious man named Thomas, who appears to have no emotion at all; no reactions, barely any words.
As time goes on, she develops a weird obsession with getting him to break, to show anything, any emotion whether it’s good or bad. She pushes his limits for her own entertainment.
Eventually, they might learn to understand each other as they realize just how similar their pasts and traumas are, but it’s a rocky road as their personalities clash in many ways, and their coping mechanisms are different.
Essentially, it will follow the process of adaptation of the team (found family dynamic, btw) to this new situation, as Kira relearns empathy and Thomas learns vulnerability.
I must say, Kira is pretty malicious for a big part of the story, as she’s pretty much abandoned her old self and become a worse, sicker version of herself, but she’s got a fierce, strong, unpredictable but overall fun personality (lots of trauma will do that to a girl 😔)
One last important factor, it that a lot of the characters are bilingual, and their native tongue is Spanish, so there will be some dialogue in Spanish even if the overall story is written in english (my native language is Spanish btw). I am working on finding the best way to translate everything to make it as accessible as possible, i’m even looking at some coding hacks to make it easier to translate on the spot without changing the formatting of the story, but the Spanish of it all is important for the story.
If you took the time to read this, thank you, i love over explaining everything <3
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Hello fanfic community, I have a question for you today!!
So, I want to write an OC story where many of the characters are bilingual because they live in a town with a lot of migration, so, while most of the story would be written in English, there's a lot of dialogue in Spanish since that would be the main character's first language (so is mine)
Buttt, how would that work in a written piece if I want the story to remain cohesive for someone who doesn't know Spanish? Should I add a translation under the dialogue? or should I just go with it regardless of who understands it?
If it was only random dialogue here and there, then there wouldn't be much of a problem, but there are some meaningful and important conversations that would be had in Spanish.
any thoughts??
sometimes i go on tumblr and i see a bunch of beautiful fanart of things we could’ve had and i just think
should i end it all right here right now ?
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they really shouldve just given holly's plotline to mike.
imagine the chaos of the madwheeler duo running rampant in vecnas mind.
imagine them being forced to see each others worst memories and recognising the real reason they butt heads so often is because they just cant stand how similar they really are.
imagine they fight because theyre still in denial about their similarities because theyre both self hating idiots, and/or they have some sort of disagreement, maybe about how to escape or maybe max confronts him about how he's treated el in the past.
imagine that right as tensions are highest, they stumble into another memory and max finds out that mikes big secret is that hes in love with will. and he expects her to berate him. to yell at him, say she just knew there was something wrong with him, but of course she doesn't. she just hugs him and tells him its okay. and he's so caught off guard that he doesn't even react at first, but then piece by piece he just starts to break down and cry into her shoulder, because its such a relief to finally just admit it to someone, and the fact that max, someone who isnt very fond of him on a good day, still accepts him honestly just makes her the perfect person to admit it to.
imagine she opens up to him about how it wasn't the music that saved her at all, it was her connection, her love for lucas, and that if he wants to escape he has to accept the same thing for himself. he has to realize what love really tethers him to this world.
how is a tumblr post better than the actual season, we could’ve had it all!!
we could’ve had an actually compelling story that focuses on developing characters and their relationships with one another, driving the plot in a way that’s emotional and makes sense with it’s own writing, but no, we had giant flesh monster x self acceptance (but not really) x kys to end the cycle 😻