So, for some reason, I got the little flag saying I had a message, and I got the email alert, but when I go to my inbox the ask doesn't actually show up??? Thanks, tumblr. Anyway, hence the screencap from my email because sure.
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I'd love to hear more about your Star Wars WIPS! Especially the 2023 Big Bang fic]
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So, the two I listed are our faces like a mirror, which is something I've been working on for. Many Years Now, lol, and SWBB 2023 [Anakin & Ahsoka AU], which did not actually come together for 2023 and should probably be renamed for 2024 but that's a future me problem, lol.
More details behind the cut because I get Wordy.
OFLAM is a story about Bo-Katan and Satine Kryze, and how the civil war when they were teens impacted them and radicalized them in opposite directions. The story is told entirely from Bo's point of view and covers a roughly ten-year period, from when Bo leaves Sundari a few months before Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon turn up to when she eventually joins Death Watch. The way I had it structured does ignore some later timeline revelations because insert Nick Fury gif here. I have Bo as two years younger than her sister; their father dies when she's sixteen and Satine is eighteen and the war starts in the aftermath; she's sent away into hiding on her own (with two allies/bodyguards) not long after that. A few months later, her bodyguards are killed, and she escapes alone. This is when Satine reaches out to the Republic/Jedi Order for help and Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan get involved.
Bo does go back to Sundari when she hears her sister won the war and is more securely established as Duchess now, and the two of them try to make it work for a while (especially because Korkie is involved), but their different responses to the war just keep making that gap between them get wider and wider and eventually Bo leaves, about eight years after her return. This is a snippet from the epilogue but...well, foregone conclusion; we all know where Bo ends up:
“You think my sister’s beliefs define mine?” I asked.
“I think I wonder if she sent you here.”
“Why would she?” I asked. “Deception and subterfuge like that isn’t her style. If she knew what you were building here, she’d come after you directly. She’d come herself to get a look, if she wanted more proof. She wouldn’t send me. Not like this. If you think that, you don’t know my sister at all. You’re way off the mark.”
“And what about you, Lady Kryze?” he asked, the title curling sarcastically through his helmet’s vocoder.
Now I pulled my blaster, and fired one clean shot, cutting the antenna off his helmet.
He, along with every other true Mandalorian gathered there, was less than a beat behind. I counted twelve guns pointed at me, and smiled.
“I never miss my mark, Lord Viszla.”
The Anakin and Ahsoka AU was something I'd planned to write for SWBB this past year, but it didn't come together in time. I'm hoping to use it for next year (so there won't be any snippet shared like the last one).
Background:
This is an AU where Padme's ship went somewhere Not Tatooine for repairs; handwaving that the rest of TPM went Close Enough To The Same, even though that's not really the focus of the AU, but just to limit the fallout.
Anakin's background in this fic is--he and his mother were sold separately about two years after TPM takes place. Anakin connects with an underground movement and participates in what is ultimately a failed slave revolt. He's one of the few who manages to get away with his life, and realizes that an all-out revolt is not in the cards, with the resources/etc. available. So he spends his time smuggling supplies and people in and out of Hutt space, sometimes attacking known slavers when he thinks he has the resources. Always looking for his mom.
Fast forward to about halfway through the Clone Wars; by this point Anakin has a pretty hefty price on his head in Hutt space, but is only vaguely known to the Republic and the Separatists. Ahsoka, meanwhile, has been assigned as a Padawan about three to six months into the War (probably Obi-Wan; but I've also considered matching her up with Mace instead).
She ends up crashing on a planet where Anakin has stopped for a few weeks to restock on supplies/etc. They run into each other and pretty much immediately click; they stumble across a Separatist plot that will result in a Lot of civilian casualties and foil it, continuing to bond/adopt each other along the way.
And then the rest should be saved for when I actually write it, since unlike OFLAM, this is Not a Foregone Conclusion ending, lol.
12. How many WIPs do you have in your docs for next year?
Uh. Uhhhh. Good question. Gimme a second to cross reference between Word, my phone notes, and google docs.
I can't really list a precise number bc I have a million ideas at once, a hundred of which I could pick up and write and any given moment. BUT I can give 20 as a rough estimate for how many I'm hoping to write next year exactly.
Most are oneshots, but I have one fic I want to write for SW Big Bang, and the last few days I just finished the full plan for a longfic in which Luke explores Geonosis and falls foul of the Geonosian brain worms, because I had to :D
Hey! I'm a fellow Capoeirista. I love doing Capoeira, but I always have trouble not doubting myself when in class because everyone else in there is pretty fit. I'm a bit chubby, and not very strong, but one of my teachers said that if you're strong enough, you can get yourself to do any acrobatic move, and I really love my Floreios(even if I can barely do them haha.) Any ideas for what areas I should target or exercises I can do? Thanks so much!
What I find helps me most in Capoeira is dong the conditioning exercise a few times a week before practicing the moves that I know, as well as lots of stretching every day before bed.
Capoeira is also about control and being able to do things slowly, so try practicing floreios a few times a week after doing the conditioning exercises (assuming you are not going to class several times a week). And try practicing them slowly to give yourself time to think through the move and where every part of your body is placed and balanced.
Do you ever want to administer justice to people who have done you and others wrong?
Yes. Oh dear god yes. People who use my disability against me or screw over good people in general can suck a diseased infested cock. My special interests are not stupid and neither is my writing. Fuck. I work hard on that.
