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I have an RP Blog
It’s @poe-dangit. Poe’s rping with @sithofren right now.
I accidentally posted the RP here instead of Poe’s blog (I do that from time to time when my computer or phone try to play mean tricks on me.) But feel free to come over and check it out. :)
"Mom, what happens to droids when they die?"
Leia blinked down into thebright brown eyes of her young son. Shehad been reading a current report on a possible pocket of Imperialists on aplanet in the Outer Rim. She had just started brainstorming where to look forthe funding and man-power to explore said pocket when her young son camebounding in.
She had been spending a rarebit of vacation time with her little son, Ben, when she received the commmessage demanding her immediate attention, so she called upon Threepio to watchthe boy for what she hoped would be a short while. Ben naturally threw a smallfit, and threw a glass ornament against the wall with the Force. Leia tried toexplain that she worked so things could be better for him when he was older,but Ben grumped in response.
If only Han hadn’t left foranother supply run with Chewie.
Now that her boy had run intothe room she checked the time on her datapad to see an hour and a half hadpassed. She hadn’t meant to be working that long. This was supposed to be theirtime together, and she had promised to keep the work to a bare minimum. Plusshe could work after Ben went to bed.
“What did you say again,Darling?” she asked as she set down the datapad.
Ben huffed impatiently andcrossed his little arms.
“What happens to droids whenthey die?”
Leia gave him a confused lookand reached for her son, to draw him up onto her lap.
“What brought this questionon?”
“Threepio was telling mestories.”
“And his stories made you questionthat?”
“Yeah, see-“
“Ben, where is Threepio?” Hiseyes widened as if he’d been caught. “Ben…what did you do to him?”
“Nothing! I gots excited and-“
“What did you do?”
“NOTHING!! He said stuffabout the Rogue One crew and there was K-2SO, and then I thought about all theastros who get shot down with their ships, and all the droids on the DeathStars, and well…you and Unca Luke said we become one with the Force when wedie, so it made me wonder ‘bout what happens to droids.” He said all of thisvery quickly so his mother wouldn’t interrupt him. “I know I’m not ‘posed torun from Threepio, but I just…I gots excited.”
Leia smiled at her boy, andsnuggled him close. (She was rather relieved that Ben hadn’t done any damage totheir protocol droid.)
“Well, Ben, it all depends onwhat happened to the droid. If their power sources fail, if minor enough damageis done, a droid can be easily repaired. Even if the damage is more extensiverepair is possible. Take Threepio himself, he was blown apart on Bespin in theCloud City. Uncle Chewie was able to fix him. If certain parts are too damagedto be repaired, you can always reuse other parts to make new droids or repairothers. The ones that receive too much damage, the ones blown out of the skywith their ships, the ones on the death stars. They’re gone. Maybe somedayparts might be salvaged from when they’re floating in space. But I like tothink they’ve had good lives, served their masters as well as they could, andmaybe their personalities will wake up in another droid someday.”
A clattering in the hallannounced Threepio’s approach.
“Princess Leia…er, SenatorLeia, I’m terribly sorry, but Master Ben has…” He ran into the room as fast ashis legs would carry him. His words of worry died as he saw that Leia was holdingthe young boy he had lost. “I see Master Ben has found you.”
“Yes, Threepio,” Leialaughed. “Ben came to find me, but he knows he’s not supposed to run from you andis going to apologize as soon as we finish our little talk. Aren’t you, Benny?”
“Yes, Mama,” Ben replied,hiding his face on her shoulder.
“And maybe after that, we cango and get some ice cream?”
“Yeah!”
What is the hardest thing to write? What is the easiest? What do you wish you could do better at? What are you most proud of?
This is a little cryptic, but the hardest things for me to write are things I’m not certain about. I wouldn’t say a specific type of scene(maybe smut), but if I’m worried about a scene being right…i have more difficulties writing it. I want to entertain and maybe impress and not offend readers, so I worry. The more I worry, the harder it is to write.
What’s the easiest? Banter. I can write a full convo between people in minutes (like it just rolls out of my brain and off of my fingers) then go back later to fill in the missing parts (the he said/she saids, physical reactions, nuances, eye rolls, and edits to what was said but would make more sense if it was said like this)
there are also times I sit down and the words flow out like a torrential storm and I’m like…huh, why can’t it always be that way…
What do I wish I could do better at? …everything…writing…having a decent attention span…having an idea for something 3000 miles down the road, and figuring out how to get story from point A to point B without going 5000 miles out of the way to get there…Writing Smols. I get a prompt, or have an idea, then the 5000 miles out of the way thing happens and a 1000 word or less smol becomes 3000 words (or 15,000 in some cases)
What am I most proud of…first off I am proud of all my published fic (on AO3) even the unfinished ones. I am especially proud of NI because it features my OC (yes I will continue working on it, the story never leaves my brain). I am obscenely proud of The Stone Emperor and the Forsaken Knight series (I am working on Part 4 and know there will be at least a part 5 and maybe a part 6 depending on how things go in part 5…it’s becoming more that what I originally thought, but I want to do it right, so the story line becomes longer.)
And I am over the moon giddy proud (you could probably say most proud) of When the Universe gets Turned Upside Down. This is the smol that turned into not smol. But I’m proud because I started a fic…I got through my intended story line…and I finished fic. (I may have other related AU fics (based around Ari) and possibly a what happens next fic floating around in the head, but we’ll see) Also this is the fic with the most hits and most kudos…and a comment on how they liked the idea and my characterization of AU Hux. So I’m a proud momma…just a little. :-)
What fic or book TITLE do you wish you'd come up with?
Well I’m not a huge writer, I mean I dabble in writing poetry but nothing compared to the fic writers who churn out full length novels (which I love desperately and appreciate them for doing!!) but if I had to specifically pick one title I guess it would have to be The Forest of Hands and Teeth
It’s the first book in a series by Carrie Ryan and it’s fantastic, it’s got zombies and shit in it. I’ve only been able to read the first two books but it doesn’t change the fact that I love them and the entire concept that they encompass.
Plus it’s just a badass title
What's your secret thing you like (doesn't have to be filthy, can be a guilty song or candy)?
Physical contact?I mean I’m pretty touch starved as it is and that partially my fault because I don’t open up to people well or handle my emotions all that well so they never get close enough for me to be comfortable with touching/being touched by other people and partially because I’m touch adverse, does that make any sense? Bad things in my adolescence made me like that.
But when I do get close enough to someone that I’m comfortable with them like that I’m like a octopus but that doesn’t happen very often.
But I’ve got my dogs who can cuddle me in the meantime.
What was your first online handle/username?
On this website specifically? It was marvel-loves-dc
Otherwise I don’t remember, it was probably something that was wanna be emo lol
What talent do you wish you had?
God I wish I was fluent in another language, like I’m kind of fluent in a French because I took it in high school and my grandparents speak it but I wish I was totally fluid in it, or any language besides English.
Or that I had learned to play an instrument
Hey people! Want you to know that I love dearly @sithofren
