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Kenfetti Week 2024 Prompt Reveal!
the mods totally didn't get distracted with aurora chasing, no sir
Below are the prompts and descriptions:
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WOOOHOOOO!!! We've got some fun prompts in the works that we're very excited to share! [ Photo Text Reads: Kenfetti Week 2024:
Good news everyone, Kenfetti Week is back for another year!
This year we’re doing something a little different, over the last three years we received a *lot* of submissions for the prompts for each day of the event. Despite doing our best to group them by kind and create broader categories that work to cover as many of the prompts we receive as possible, you all have submitted so many that we couldn’t do them all. So this year our prompts will be all the ones from previous years that didn’t make it into the schedule before! So this Sunday, May 12th 2024, we’ll be announcing this years prompts. We’re so excited and we hope you are too! This year you’ll have until July 28th to post your submissions and the event and reveals will be on the first full week of August, the 4th through the 10th!
See you this Sunday! /end ID]
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May the 4th be with You: A Poem for Star Wars Day
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It's not an "abandoned" WIP, I didn't intentionally leave it in the forest to die and forget about it, it is a lost wip who wandered into the forest despite my pleas not to. I sit at the edge of the forest every day and hear it calling for help but there is nothing I can do. It is a haunting wip
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writer problem: constantly generating WIPs to avoid your other WIPs that you wrote to avoid your other WIPs you wrote to avoid your problems.
And I return with some ghost Obi. Thanks @queenaelinwildfire!
Spinning off of Sparky, ghost Obi haunting Jango Ooo bonus points if it’s smol obi wan
When the boy first appeared, Jango had been sure it’d been the spice. Hallucinations were hardly new and the young boy who stared at him with frightened eyes was hardly the strangest thing he saw. In fact, the boy who whispered warnings about when the slavers were coming, and told him that Neeva—the young togruta girl a few slaves down—was dying, and told him stories about men in white armor who died forgotten heroes, was perhaps the kindest hallucination that Jango experienced.
Except the boy didn’t go away. Not when Jango killed the slavers. Not when Jango detoxed. Not when Jango left behind all but the scars of his time with the slavers.
Jango hadn’t quite believed in ghosts before, but he had no other explanation for the boy that followed him unerringly from the slavers’ ship to Concord Dawn to the ugly, worn down ship he eventually acquired.
“You have a reason for haunting me, kid?” he asked.
The boy frowned. His hand came to his neck where a collar rested.
Jango had tried not to think about that particular accessory too much.
“I don’t know,” the boy admitted. “I… I don’t remember how I got here.”
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I'm not going in any specific order, just in the order in which these prompts nudge at me. This one is from @bolithesenate. Not entirely sure this is what you were imagining... the crime got replaced by Dooku being... Dooku-y and judgmental. It also got a little longer than planned... But I kind of want to play with Komari and Obi-Wan some more... so maybe???
*tosses Komari & Obi or Rael & Obi as Master-Padawan pairs here and runs away real quick*. I just like imagining the total chaos these would bring. Especially the Komari & Obi,,,, what crimes would they commit.
Yan stared down at the tiny thing—an initiate in pristine white tunics, staring up at him with wide, guileless eyes—in front of him. “What is this, Komari?” he asked, edging away.
“My new padawan,” his apprentice informed him, tone nearly belligerent.
Yan sent her his most censuring look, but Komari didn’t quail or retreat. Instead her jaw jutted out in sheer obstinance. It was… unusual. Komari had always been nearly desperate to keep him happy with her, but in this moment, such thoughts seemed to be the furthest thing from her mind.
“You are a padawan,” he informed her. “And still several years away from your knighting.” He glanced back at the—oh Force—child, who was still watching him silently, those wide eyes making Yan entirely uncomfortable.
Thanks for all the prompts you guys sent. I'm definitely not going to be able to hit them all at once. But I'm going to try to get to at least one or two a day...
Up first with @everfascinated's prompt.
It's Monday and I'm really feeling it lol Can Obi-Wan relax with your fav Jedi/Mando/clone? I'm working for the weekend, someone needs to just sit and read or have a nice day with people they love
Some Obi-Wan & Quinlan.
Obi-Wan glared at his interloper, currently looming over him and holding Obi-Wan’s datapad over his head. “What are you doing?”
“You are going to give me an ulcer,” Quinlan said. “Literally. An ulcer. I can feel it growing right now.” He pressed his free hand against his stomach and let out an exaggerated groan. “I never thought you were capable of such cruelty.”
Obi-Wan wasn’t amused. In the slightest. “I need to finish the report for my latest mission, Quin.”
“You need to take a break before you break down. This may come as a surprise to you, but things like fatigue and stress do affect you the same way they do the rest of us.”
Obi-Wan sighed. “Quin. My datapad. Give it to me.”
Quinlan scoffed, turned off the datapad, and stuck it in his belt. “Not a chance.”
I'm trying to get back into writing Star Wars after a while drifting away. I figured I'd try to start with short snippets... SO, anyone want to prompt me?
I'll write most Obi-Wan pairings (excluding Anakin or Qui-Gon) and I am willing to try (most) anything that's not smut. You can either prompt a pairing (romantic OR gen) alongside your prompt or leave it open and I'll pick a pairing that fills the prompt.
These will be short writing exercises (somewhere between 500 than 1000 words), so please no overly intricate prompts!
I just want to write again, but have ZERO inspiration... Help me, tumblr friends, you are my only hope!
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Terminal Hanaki? Boring. Chronic Hanahaki? Exciting.
Not enough chronic illness in fanfic. Shout-out to my folks who spend 6-8 weeks of the year in the hospital.
Prof you fucking genius is it seasonal? Like it happens in spring cause the flowers bloom? Imagine it hitting hanahaki season and looking around a room and seeing whose missing, who’s out on sick leave, thr curiosity the DRAMA
It’s like how everyone with autoimmune disorders disappears during flu season! Except with even more drama.
#this is honestly how I initially thought hanahaki in fic worked #coughing up flowers for years because you won’t cop to your feelings? #that’s the stuff #the dying thing puts on really uncomfortable pressure for me #like ‘love me back or I’ll die’ is uncomfortable as hell for me #whereas ‘ADMIT YOU’RE IN LOVE YOU JUST COUGHED UP A BOUQUET!’ #hanahaki-suffering person: ‘no’ THIS IMMEDIATELY IMPROVES THE ENTIRE TROPE! I had really disliked Hanahaki because it’s almost like the other person - if they’re a good person - is sorta blackmailed into either having feelings or being responsible for your death which is Not Romantic, but I can totally get down for FEELIGS made into an aggravating physical metaphor that you could potential deal with if you’d either confront them or get therapy or something.
This puts the song “I Won’t Say (I’m in Love)” in a completely new light.
I am in awe at how much this tweak changes the trope of hanahaki from something I quietly detest from a distance into something I would gleefully read and giggle about to others.
Honestly I don’t even think it’s even the removal of the death thing (like that’s certainly helpful, but you can probably keep it, if you need it for the Drama) that saves it, so much as it is the idea that the problem is caused purely by you not admitting your feelings, rather than the other person not sharing them.
Like, in the standard version of Hanahaki, the point is that the disease is caused by unrequited love, and the afflicted end up coughing up increasingly large amounts of flowers, until either they suffocate or the other person returns their feelings.
A lot of versions do require a confession on top of that, but fundamentally the most important thing is the object of your affections developing specifically romantic feelings for you. Or you die.
As an aro person, I’m sure I don’t need to explain why this trope is uncomfortable for me, considering that it basically paints me as a potential death trap.
Plus some stories also feature ‘The Surgery’, which removes the roots of the flowers from the victim’s lungs, thus saving their life, but in the process makes them incapable of romantic love, which is treated as the highest tragedy.
Chronic Hanahaki on its own would still kind of have this problem, it’s just toning it down a bit— rather than being responsible for your death, your crush is instead just responsible for your continued pain/discomfort and frequent hospital visits. Better, but still kind of icky.
Chronic Hanahaki (that could still be potentially terminal in the long term, if you need extra drama) caused by not saying your feelings aloud, regardless of how the other person feels, on the other hand?
Beautiful. Great metaphor for the real effects that repressing your emotions can have on your body. Lots of dramatic potential.
Like, obviously there’s your bog-standard “I love you but don’t believe that you love me, so I will choose to suffer tragically alone rather than risk making you feel bad for not loving me back” thing that the Hanahaki genre was made for, but there’s room for more here as well.
Especially if you expand it to be about supressed emotions in general, rather than just romantic love.
For example:
- The character who is in a relationship, but still has trouble verbalising their feelings sometimes, due to past trauma/mental illness, and thus still experiences recurring bouts of Hanahaki. Their partner who reassures them that it’s okay, that they know they love them, and that if they want to say it then that’s fine, but if they don’t feel they can right now then your flowers are beautiful babe, and that’s fine too.
- The character who notices flower petals lying around their kid’s room, and doesn’t understand why their child won’t just tell them who they are in love with, so they can support them in confessing their feelings. Only to find out that their kid has actually been dating their same gender best friend for months now, and the Hanahaki was about coming out to their parent.
- The autistic character with alexithymia, who by this point just treats coughing up the occasional flower petal as another, rather annoying autistic trait. “Fuck,” they say, coughing up a blood-stained rose and holding it up for their friends to see. “Anyone got any ideas what this one could be about?”
- The polar opposite of the traditional Hanahaki thing. The ever happy, toxic positivity character who will die from the flowers choking their lungs unless they finally admit that they kind of hate you sometimes.
- The character at the funeral of a family member they had an extremely dysfunctional relationship with, defiantly coughing their flower petals right onto the grave, and refusing to admit that they felt anything other than dislike or indifference for them deep down, because even now, when they’re dead and gone and it doesn’t matter, “you first, bitch.”
- The character who witnessed or was told something that they aren’t supposed to know, and not only has to deal with the secret eating away at them, but also has to come up with more and more reasons for why their Hanahaki isn’t going away, even after they confess all their other secrets.
- The character who, upon clearing out the house of a beloved elderly relative who recently died, finds a whole room full of rotting flowers, and is faced with the question of what their relative’s big secret was.
Reworking Hanahaki to be a material and physical symptom of emotional bottling or stress is absolutely fantastic, especially because it brings several more layers to the AU that weren’t otherwise worth exploring before when it was just a ‘cough flowers up till you die’ kinda deal. Obviously plenty has been said above me by excellent individuals, but I offer a couple more questions/ideas:
- There is a huge following of people who believe the petals or type of flower from Hanahaki symptoms somehow represents a person’s inner feelings, emotions, or state of being.
- Does a rose mean you’re holding back a romantic attraction? If your friend is coughing up daisy petals, are they hiding a secret? If you start finding lavender petals in your coughs, should you think about who it is you don’t trust?
- On the flip side, perhaps each person experiences Hanahaki with a very specific type of flower, and there are some who believe that flower represents the person in some form–perhaps to the degree of astrology. Someone who is a daffodil shouldn’t date someone who is a lilac, the two of them are intrinsic opposites and they’ll never get along!
- Fortune-tellers who say they can read your future if you’re currently experiencing symptoms and bring in a handful of petals you’ve expelled–they’ll read them just like palm lines or tarot cards.
official aromantic post
I want more of Obi-Wan seeing BAIL in Leia, more of Obi-Wan recognizing the friend who RAISED HER in Leia, more of Obi-Wan seeing her passion in politics and righteousness of speech and seeing how much of an Organa she's become, the Organa she CHOSE TO BE.
Have Obi-Wan maybe see how passionate she is in the Senate and his first instinct is "like Anakin" but then he listens a little more and realizes, "No. Like BAIL." Because it's a very different kind of passion, a different way of seeing the world. I want Obi-Wan to be listening to her and hear turns of phrase he's HEARD Bail use before, to realize that she's speaking in a more distinctly Alderaanian way she could only have learned from Bail and Breha. I want him to hear her say something and realize that he's heard Bail use that exact tone of voice before when HE made speeches to the Senate.
She might seem similar to Anakin at first glance, perhaps, but it doesn't take much to realize that it's not Anakin's passion she's channeling at all, but BAIL'S. And I want that to bring him peace and comfort because Anakin's passion brought him to his own doom and darkness, Anakin's passion destroyed the galaxy, but Bail Organa's passion has kept him in the light and is one of the sole barriers between the galaxy and falling into complete and utter ruin.
Anonymous asked:
Do you allow podfics of your works?
There have been a few podfics made for some of my works before! So yes, I do. I do ask that people reach out and ask in advance and that credit is linked back to the story in question.
Just... so tired. I can't concentrate. I'm not getting things done at work. What I do get done isn't up to par with my normal work. I'm close to tears all the time and I don't know why. Terrified I'm going to get fired because of all of this. But even that isn't enough to get my brain to kick into gear. I have a deadline coming up and I have no idea how I'm going to get everything done in time.