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step closer so i can push you away - chapter one: the daily torture
A/n: Hi everyone! This is my first fic ever published, so it's probably going to be bad. Don't be afraid of leaving criticisms- I need them like I need oxygen. I'm still not too sure on the title, so if anyone has any better title ideas I am welcoming them wholeheartedly. I hope you can get a few molecules of serotonin from this attempt if it happens to reach you. I am planning to put this on A03 as well.
Word count: 798 words
Pairing(s): Marc Spector x reader, Steven Grant x reader
Warnings: nothing spicy sadly, a very British take on builders (I mean no offense to any men who happen to be called Steve and are also builders)

You shift your shoulder, balancing your phone precariously between your shoulder and chin. A jolt of the bus almost sends your phone to the wet floor.

“Listen, I’m going to have to cut the call. I’m about to get off at the next stop.”

Lie.

In your defence, you needed the 3 stops left to keep sifting through the folder you were holding and attempting to absorb somehow. Also, you had experienced this exact conversation at least ten times this month alone.

“Okay, see you. Oh and good luck, you’ll smash them to pieces.”

“Thanks, see you! Bye. Bye.”

You put your phone away in your pocket, elbowing someone around you and mumbling an obligatory ‘sorry’ as you elbowed someone again to get your headphones out of your bag. All whilst trying to keep your wet umbrella under your arm.

Turning your head to see who you maimed in the packed bus, you see him.

He had a lethargic, disorganised, chaotic energy that made him impossible not to notice; a slightly hunched back from bad posture and tiredness; a wide-eyed stare that held depths (when he wasn’t napping on the bus), and he was called Steven.

You only knew his name courtesy of a late night out at the pub with some people from the office. You almost spoke to him that night on the bus going home, but thought better, knowing you were tipsy enough that only incoherent, never-ending mumblings would come out.

It was only when your gaze had slid down (because of the tipsiness- definitely not because you wanted to ogle him) that you noticed the name tag.

Steven. He was your commute crush- entirely harmless, yet a nuisance all the same. Especially when he caught you staring at him with glassy, red-tinged eyes that fateful evening. You kept staring at him for at least a full minute whilst he kept blinking awkwardly and adorably looking around. Thankfully, he pressed the stop button and got off at the next stop before there was any possibility of a restraining order against you.

You just never thought you would have a crush on someone called Steven. Your mind sneers the name sometimes when your thoughts drift to him. What? Is he a 50-something year old builder with an arse crack permanently on display? ‘Hello, I’m Steve, here to overcharge you for something I’ll never actually get around to doing.

Sometimes you couldn’t figure out if it was the crush or the man himself that was the nuisance.

He was right there. Somehow asleep standing up, unaware of your simultaneously annoyed yet longing glances.

Another jolt of the bus stopping at a red light made you stumble from your thoughts, almost slipping back into a blinking Steven.

“Sorry,” you mumbled out again, too sleep-deprived and irritated to do anything more than mumble and grumble that morning.

“S’okay.” A voice still deep with the last vestiges of sleep answered, soft breaths warmed your neck. He was so close you could feel the vibrations of his voice as if he was speaking into your skin.

You stiffened slightly, becoming too aware of your movements, feeling awkward in your own body.

He was too close. So close that he could be nuzzling your neck if you both moved a little closer.

Clearing your throat, you flit through the plastic wallets in your folder, too fast to even be able to feign reading. You lean heavily on the pole to your side, looping your arm through it, allowing you to use your hand.

The bus jolted forward, and you felt a hard body against your back. Just another stop, you thought to yourself, then he gets off.

He made no move to back away from your body.

It took all your willpower not to look over your shoulder.

You felt him move behind you and see his arm from the corner of your eye, pressing the stop button on the pole situated by your hip. You looked briefly to see his olive toned hand, before steadfastly looking down at your folder, glaring and feeling your lungs burning with the effort of holding in your breath, determined not to move.

You’re contorting your body to the side as far as you can go before he can even say ‘excuse me’, concentrating on ignoring the slight press of his body on yours.

He was in front of you now, waiting for the bus to slow before he could move further down. You quickly checked your watch, far too engrossed than necessary in checking the time. You would have missed it if you looked up a second later.

He was looking straight at you.

You end up missing the next stop- your stop- and have to trudge to work in the pouring rain.

A/n: So? What did you think? Was it worse than you thought?? (Give me attention)

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and i wake every night

crying, “set me free”

Abbey by Mitski

happy may the fourth!!!

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step closer so i can push you away - chapter one: the daily torture
A/n: Hi everyone! This is my first fic ever published, so it's probably going to be bad. Don't be afraid of leaving criticisms- I need them like I need oxygen. I'm still not too sure on the title, so if anyone has any better title ideas I am welcoming them wholeheartedly. I hope you can get a few molecules of serotonin from this attempt if it happens to reach you. I am planning to put this on A03 as well.
Word count: 798 words
Pairing(s): Marc Spector x reader, Steven Grant x reader
Warnings: nothing spicy sadly, a very British take on builders (I mean no offense to any men who happen to be called Steve and are also builders)

You shift your shoulder, balancing your phone precariously between your shoulder and chin. A jolt of the bus almost sends your phone to the wet floor.

“Listen, I’m going to have to cut the call. I’m about to get off at the next stop.”

Lie.

In your defence, you needed the 3 stops left to keep sifting through the folder you were holding and attempting to absorb somehow. Also, you had experienced this exact conversation at least ten times this month alone.

“Okay, see you. Oh and good luck, you’ll smash them to pieces.”

“Thanks, see you! Bye. Bye.”

You put your phone away in your pocket, elbowing someone around you and mumbling an obligatory ‘sorry’ as you elbowed someone again to get your headphones out of your bag. All whilst trying to keep your wet umbrella under your arm.

Turning your head to see who you maimed in the packed bus, you see him.

He had a lethargic, disorganised, chaotic energy that made him impossible not to notice; a slightly hunched back from bad posture and tiredness; a wide-eyed stare that held depths (when he wasn’t napping on the bus), and he was called Steven.

You only knew his name courtesy of a late night out at the pub with some people from the office. You almost spoke to him that night on the bus going home, but thought better, knowing you were tipsy enough that only incoherent, never-ending mumblings would come out.

It was only when your gaze had slid down (because of the tipsiness- definitely not because you wanted to ogle him) that you noticed the name tag.

Steven. He was your commute crush- entirely harmless, yet a nuisance all the same. Especially when he caught you staring at him with glassy, red-tinged eyes that fateful evening. You kept staring at him for at least a full minute whilst he kept blinking awkwardly and adorably looking around. Thankfully, he pressed the stop button and got off at the next stop before there was any possibility of a restraining order against you.

You just never thought you would have a crush on someone called Steven. Your mind sneers the name sometimes when your thoughts drift to him. What? Is he a 50-something year old builder with an arse crack permanently on display? ‘Hello, I’m Steve, here to overcharge you for something I’ll never actually get around to doing.

Sometimes you couldn’t figure out if it was the crush or the man himself that was the nuisance.

He was right there. Somehow asleep standing up, unaware of your simultaneously annoyed yet longing glances.

Another jolt of the bus stopping at a red light made you stumble from your thoughts, almost slipping back into a blinking Steven.

“Sorry,” you mumbled out again, too sleep-deprived and irritated to do anything more than mumble and grumble that morning.

“S’okay.” A voice still deep with the last vestiges of sleep answered, soft breaths warmed your neck. He was so close you could feel the vibrations of his voice as if he was speaking into your skin.

You stiffened slightly, becoming too aware of your movements, feeling awkward in your own body.

He was too close. So close that he could be nuzzling your neck if you both moved a little closer.

Clearing your throat, you flit through the plastic wallets in your folder, too fast to even be able to feign reading. You lean heavily on the pole to your side, looping your arm through it, allowing you to use your hand.

The bus jolted forward, and you felt a hard body against your back. Just another stop, you thought to yourself, then he gets off.

He made no move to back away from your body.

It took all your willpower not to look over your shoulder.

You felt him move behind you and see his arm from the corner of your eye, pressing the stop button on the pole situated by your hip. You looked briefly to see his olive toned hand, before steadfastly looking down at your folder, glaring and feeling your lungs burning with the effort of holding in your breath, determined not to move.

You’re contorting your body to the side as far as you can go before he can even say ‘excuse me’, concentrating on ignoring the slight press of his body on yours.

He was in front of you now, waiting for the bus to slow before he could move further down. You quickly checked your watch, far too engrossed than necessary in checking the time. You would have missed it if you looked up a second later.

He was looking straight at you.

You end up missing the next stop- your stop- and have to trudge to work in the pouring rain.

A/n: So? What did you think? Was it worse than you thought?? (Give me attention)

AHHHH! I LOVE THIS!!!!!!

Thank you! 💕 (I completely forgot I wrote this 😭)

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Thinking about how I would write an adult Scooby-Doo series, because I think it can be done.

The first thing I’d do is make the characters actually be adults.  Still young, but adults, in the mid to late 20s range.  Mystery Inc. is a private detective type business that they run together.  In this universe, the supernatural/ghosts/etc are real, but not necessarily common, so when they take on a case, the culprit might be a person disguised as a monster, or it might actually be a real ghost.  The stakes can be higher; sometimes a bad guy is legitimately trying to kill them.  Sometimes the mystery they’re trying to solve is a murder.  Sometimes they actually get hurt on their cases.

Fred: the core of Fred’s character should be that he’s incredibly kind.  Like, give a stranger the shirt off his back kind.  The “Fred can’t talk to potential clients because he might take a case for free and we need to eat” kind.  He’s an honest and good person and sometimes gets himself into trouble because he assumes other people are too.  While he’s not very good at reading people or noticing ulterior motives, he’s brilliant when it comes to mechanical or engineering type stuff, so he’s the one who keeps the mystery machine running, builds their gadgets, and of course, designs the traps.

Daphne: she comes from old money, and her parents absolutely despise her life choices, to the point where they haven’t officially disowned her, but they have basically cut her off, so she doesn’t actually have access to any family money.  Growing up wealthy has granted her a variety of skills, including speaking multiple languages, horseback riding, and fencing.  She’s very into fashion and jewelry (even if she can’t afford it anymore) and has extensive knowledge of both that can occasionally provide a vital clue in a case. And even though her parents have cut her off, Daphne still has a wide network of contacts she can ask for favors sometimes, because she’s personable, and people tend to like her.  Daphne is also very emotionally intelligent, and is usually the one who can spot when someone is lying to them.

Side note - I ship Fred and Daphne, so I think I would start them off as an established couple for this universe.  Dating, engaged, married, I don’t care.  They are stupidly in love, ride or die for each other.  There’s no will they, won’t they, no worries about cheating.  They are in a healthy, happy, loving relationship, and no one (not even Daphne’s disapproving parents) are going to mess that up for them.

Velma: she is the forensics nerd who sometimes gets super excited about the wrong thing at the wrong time (”He was mummified in seconds? That’s so cool!” “Velma!  His wife is standing right there!” “Oh.  Sorry.”).  She’s not purposely insensitive, she just gets laser focused on her work and forgets to filter herself sometimes.  She’s also the one who can get so fixated on solving whatever mystery they’re working on, she’s willing to bend or maybe break laws.  Is breaking and entering really so bad?  Not if it gets them answers.

Shaggy: he is still the comic relief, but he’s the comic relief by being the only person in the group that actually has common sense.  He manages the business’s finances, he’s the only one who knows how to cook, and the others tease him for being a coward sometimes, but Shaggy maintains that if a ghost with an axe is coming for you, running is the only sensible option.  He should also have a range of random knowledge that sounds useless, but sometimes saves the day (ex ventriloquism, origami, the history of spoons, etc).

Scooby: as this is a universe where supernatural creatures exist, Scooby is an ancient eldritch type being that took a shine to Shaggy when he was a kid, and took the form of a talking dog to befriend and hang out with him.  Aside from the talking dog bit and not aging, he never uses his powers in a way that anyone notices.  The audience is not told upfront that Scooby is an ancient eldritch being; it should slowly be hinted at throughout the series so the audience put it together, but the characters never realize it.  Scooby genuinely considers Shaggy to be his best friend, and cares about the rest of the gang too.

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i have so many thoughts about an Ahsoka and Obi-Wan age swap, but a some of the key aspects of their story stay the same.

Anakin being Obi-Wan’s master, but Obi-Wan is still the one to confront him on Mustafar. him getting knighted in every timeline based on killing a Sith but this time instead of killing the Sith that killed his master, the Sith would be his Master- Anakin after he fell.

Obi-Wan spearheading the rebellion.

Ahsoka being on the council and STILL getting arrested for something she didn’t do. her leaving the Order because people who she’s known her whole life and worked with turned their back on her even though she was one of them

her escaping Order 66 and thinking Obi-Wan- her grandpadawan with the snarky remarks and the terrible mood and a bright future- was dead and then finding out he’s not dead but it’s maybe worse what he went through. at the hands of her padawan

AT THE HANDS OF ANAKIN. WHO SHE ALWAYS THOUGHT WAS THE ONE GOOD THING THAT CAME OUT OF HER JOINING THE JEDI.

and the possibilities for codywan in this au…

Cody being a young clone who’s first mission is when Order 66 comes through, but his chip died when he got the head injury that gave him his scar which means he’s the only one that doesn’t turn on Obi-Wan.

neither of them know what happened except that they’ve lost their families and can’t trust anyone but each other.

Rex being Cody’s older brother. picked him up off the ground when he got the head wound and followed him through to recovery… and then to find out Cody’s with Obi-Wan, Cody saved Obi-Wan…

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Anonymous asked:

Does the way Padme and Shmi are discussed in fandom ever make you . . . uncomfortable? I feel like Padme gets bashed a lot (with positive media about her being dismissed because it makes her “too perfect”), while Shmi gets this weird treatment of held up as this paragon of virtue and morality in way that seems to deliberately ignored just how much her life fucking sucked and refuse to engage with the slavery issue at all. I think the canon writing for them can and should be criticized, but some of the fandom criticisms get to be just as problematic, IMHO. With Padme in particular, I get the sense a lot of the criticism doesn’t even stem from actual analysis of her character, but fans who are upset that it’s Anakin who she loves. I get the feeling that if her character remained precisely the same, but it were a different dude who she married, she wouldn’t get nearly as much criticism from certain segments of the fandom. Am I wrong on this one? What are your thoughts?

no i would agree! i do think it is weird. i think it's a combination of factors, primarily that these are female characters and people are always weirder about female characters for systemic reasons, and then, yeah, the inherent arms race of the Did Darth Vader Do Something Problematic Discourse. buckle in. this..... long.

luke and anakin are the main characters of the series, and by virtue of being the ones to carry the narrative, a lot of how you read star wars is dependent on how you read their stories, and how you read their interactions with each other. they carry a lot of the themes of the saga - it's not only their story, but they are the biggest players in it, and their stories are designed to reflect each others', to be mirrors, to tell the story of how evil can corrupt good, but evil is not absolute, and love is where it loses. for all that i've written literally hundreds of thousands of words about The Meaning Of Star Wars, it's not altogether that complicated a premise. i watch these movies the way i do because this is the story i see in it. because i see that kind of a story, that reflects on how i see everyone else in star wars.

if star wars is about how evil is inherently weak because unconditional love is always stronger, then the part of ANH where han chooses the rebellion over his life as a smuggler becomes about that. the part where leia says, "someone who loves you," becomes about that. when leia strangles jabba, it is about that. when leia comforts luke over the loss of obi-wan kenobi, the fact that luke even grieves a man he barely knew, it becomes about that very thing. the cheers and frantic hugging and bright, happy joy of the rebellion after luke destroys the death star becomes about that; the rebellion is cast as a large, loving group, united in their desire for something better, filled with people who love each other and are excited to succeed because they do. the climax of the series becomes about this very thing.

if the OT is about unconditional love and its ultimate, unstoppable power to level the playing field and destroy the root of all evil, the PT is about what can happen to that love in the face of tragedy people are ultimately helpless to stop. anakin is not capable of saving his mother. he wasn't capable as a child, and although he had the power as a jedi, through systemic forces and death itself, he never did. anakin is not capable of ending slavery as a child, and neither is he as a singular jedi knight. the things and causes that matter to him only eat him alive, because he can never act on them; the war he fights in is not a violent struggle for justice that can satiate this, but a sham war, state violence for meaningless purpose. he's never capable of saving padme, and even outsources his only idea to do so to someone who will accept, "will you do what you're told?" as payment. it's easy for me to see - compared to the rebellion's open joy, luke's gaggle of friends who he saves again and again, who save him again and again, who hold each other in their joy and comfort each other in their sadness, who openly love each other to the degree where han abandons a probably fairly well-paying life as a smuggler to become a terrorist hunted by the empire, an act which causes him no small amount of suffering but we never see him once genuinely regret it - why anakin's story ends differently from luke's, because, like, that's just what i see in the story.

now my arrival to the point; if you're seeing that story, shmi's life becomes a horrible tragedy. she's a woman left in enormous, incredibly pointless suffering. her name fades out of history, and the only person who remembers her is the proverbial monster at the end of this book. to me, when tiny anakin runs back to shmi, mourning leaving her, i see the only display in that entire film we have that anyone cares that shmi skywalker is enslaved. everyone else quietly moves on. qui-gon says they're not there to free slaves. her words, "be brave, and don't look back," become horrifyingly tragic in such a context, because she's losing the only person who is showing her real compassion, because unfortunately that only person is her nine year old son, whose safety she wants to to ensure by sending him with qui-gon.

if you're seeing a story about how anakin is bad at accepting change and bad at letting go, how his attachments are possessive by some inherent quality, then shmi's wisdom - "be brave, and don't look back" - would make her a paragon of virtue in such a story, and her being enslaved would be this weird piece of set dressing, not easily reconciled with the rest of the plot. they're not there to free slaves. this is why people who do see this story in star wars frequently dismiss That Whole Slavery Business as being pointless; it's either a metaphor for childhood being restrictive, or anakin's childhood was actually supposed to be totally fine, or everyone's just making a big deal out of it because people love woobifying villains. this is a fine thing to see in the story, i guess, although it's probably obvious i personally don't buy it. this interpretation is not without its side effects, however, and i think this idea does an enormous disservice to shmi, whose frankly intense onscreen suffering (she is tortured to death, holy shit) probably should be allowed to matter more than being the highlighter over anakin's possessive attachment issues. her suffering becomes even more meaningless, because the only person who, onscreen, extends shmi skywalker any kind of compassion - who cares, demonstrably, if she's hurting - is explicitly condemned for doing so.

this isn't to say anakin's response to her death is morally correct, because it obviously is not! and maybe this would be a story about possessive attachment if shmi's death was natural and unavoidable and anakin still responded with explosive violence, but simply put, it isn't, and that changes the narrative enough for me to discount that as being true. if you have deduced anakin's problem is attachment, rather than his inability to act on those attachments in any meaningful way, you've created a world where no one was supposed to care that shmi was enslaved. anakin was supposed to be able to leave her behind without feeling guilt, and he was supposed to be able to ignore his visions of her suffering. dreams pass in time. this is a world where it's not just okay for the suffering of the people you love to not matter to you, that is, actually, the only virtuous way to live your life. with regards to shmi, this turns her personal agony into a footnote, the warning that anakin got of the darkness growing within him before it completely took him over, instead of shmi's personal agony mattering because it's inherently unjust to do to someone what she was forced to go through. shmi doesn't matter because she was an innocent person in pain; she matters because she was a warning anakin ignored.

that's why shmi as a paragon of virtue can never be discussed with shmi as one of the most tragic characters in star wars; they can't really coexist, can they? because it would be kind of uncomfortable to go yes, this woman was enslaved, her labor was coerced from her via an explosive implanted in her body, she lost her only family and continued to be enslaved for years, until one good thing maybe happened to her, which was brutally cut short by being tortured to death, and the last she saw of her son was dying in his arms, but no, dreams pass in time. no one should have particularly cared that this was happening to her, and in fact, onscreen, the only person who does is anakin, and even then he's tormented by the fact that he cares. he is explicitly not supposed to. dreams pass in time. the two conceptions of shmi cannot coexist, or the argument becomes kind of cruel. you essentially have to lessen the degree to which she suffered. which is fine, i guess. you do you, or whatever.

to contrast, luke sees his father, who is demonstrably much worse on a moral level than shmi, who luke would have legitimately had every right to abandon, and goes to free him from a form of slavery anyway. and he is completely and entirely vindicated for this in every conceivable way. do we all see where i'm going with this? i think i'm belaboring the point by now. i can move on.

padme makes, essentially, a very similar choice to the one luke makes; the narrative itself has shown you previously that in the universe of star wars, showing unflinching love in the face of evil can work. but her decision is cast as rash and naive because she fails, which is a really weird way to blame padme for being strangled. because she failed, it's her fault, but because luke succeeded, he's the hero. padme dies because she goes into labor - there's no sign in the film prior that she was anywhere close - which was induced by being strangled into unconsciousness, and fans for years have been obsessed with how "weak" this makes her. these arguments are honestly just bold misogyny. i used to pay lip service to the idea but i've since come around; i think it's fucked up, plainly, to act like padme was at fault for something anakin did to her, and it is downright batshit insane to act like it would be impossible for a pregnant woman in surprise labor who is unknowingly giving birth to twins who has just been strangled so severely she passed out from oxygen deprivation to die because of that. padme is not even allowed to die directly because of anakin's actions without people going, "but padme was so toxic, she was obsessed with him, they're both examples of possessive attachment!"

but it continues! people go from that point, and work their way backwards - it was weak, of padme, to love anakin at all. luke gets a pass because he's male, and successful. obi-wan gets a pass for loving anakin, because he's male, and sad about it later. ahsoka gets a pass, because she's a female character but a Strong Female Character - she's a fighter, she's badass, so it can't be her fault that she made the mistake of caring about anakin skywalker. but padme. we have to come up with endless, endless theories as to how padme could possibly come by the same affliction everyone else in the prequels does; she should have been written to be older, she must have been just as possessive, toxic, and fucked up, there's no possible way that this woman could have had feelings like everyone else did. it's just implausible. it begs explanation. when will padme answer for her mistakes, which were the same mistakes everyone else made? luke's only explanation for returning to save vader's immortal soul is literally, "i have a feeling," but it's instead padme who is the subject of endless, endless interrogation. part of this is because george lucas doesn't spend a lot of time developing padme's interiority - her family, her life, these are left to interpretation, and suffice to say, you can't leave a female character with blank spots without people being intensely weird about it.

the above isn't particularly related to what someone gets out of watching the saga, the way interpretations of shmi are, in my view, inherently reliant on someone's point of view; a lot of the issues that surround padme are classic misogyny-reflected-in-fandom. they are intensified, definitely, by her relation to the Did Darth Vader Do Something Problematic Discourse, purely because in the narrative she chooses a relationship with anakin, whereas most other characters in the prequels just have anakin foisted on them. that act of it being padme's choice stokes a lot of bad will for the character from the crowd of people who dislike anakin intensely. if you fundamentally don't want to engage with the idea that the prequels as a story of good turning into evil, then the decisions everyone makes in that story will, yes, look crazy to you, and because of the above, padme gets the brunt of that criticism where there's more effort to understand characters that are more palatable. if you believe anakin just was evil, that he was always predisposed to it, and that his redemption in the sixth episode doesn't qualify as a redemption, then, yes, padme's choices look unhinged, and it's easy to put the onus of that on her because she's the easiest target. it's simple to project on a blank canvas.

it goes without saying that this particular set of criticisms is kind of bullshit, really. it's not someone watching the movies and enjoying them for what they are, or even disliking them on the basis of what they are, as much as it is people huffing the fumes of the point in order to make polarizing posts on the internet for a quick hit of dopamine when the numbers tick up. even the people who i disagree with about the saga's general themes broadly accept the idea that star wars is about how evil can't be absolute as long as love persists, because they actually do like the movies, they just happen to like them in a different way, which is fine. this new kind of criticism is a little more disingenuous. like i said at the start, anakin and luke are the main characters, through which we perceive the world of star wars and how its themes are fed to us, the nerds. if your answer to one of the main characters of the series and its actual climax is, "no," then, i'm sorry, the actual criticism you have of star wars is that you fundamentally do not like it, and, "i don't like this," is not a very hard thought to have, and you probably shouldn't pass it off as critical thinking. it's just not padme's fault as a character that you, the nerd, are bad at watching movies, and weirdly proud of it, and no one is really obligated to take you seriously because you're oddly determined to do nothing, add nothing, and say nothing. it's such a bullshit set of criticisms there's not really anything else i can say than, "i guess?" which is what this paragraph is trying so hard to get at.

anyway! no, i don't think you're wrong, i actually agree, and these are my thoughts! hope you enjoyed this brick of a post hahaha

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oc asks that reveal more than you think

  1. Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? If they have multiple, who’s the favorite?
  2. Can they take care of a plant? What about a pet? What about a child?
  3. Ask them to describe their love interest.
  4. Do they look good in red?
  5. Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Will they give one, and what about?
  6. Who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who won’t they take advice from, no matter what it is?
  7. Describe them in three words. Now let them describe themself in three words.
  8. Do complex puzzles intrigue or frustrate them?
  9. Do they empathize with non-sentient things (dolls, plants, books…)?
  10. What age do they most want to be right now?
  11. They’ve won the lottery. Spend, or save?
  12. Do they like romance in the books they read (or in the book they’re in)?
  13. Name one thing their parents taught them.
  14. Would they agree with the term ‘guilty pleasure’? Do they have any?
  15. What would they consider a waste of time– other than school or work?
  16. If money wasn’t a limit, what would they wear?
  17. Do they like children?
  18. Kissing: tongue or no tongue?
  19. Do they study before tests? Practice before job interviews?
  20. What do they like that nobody else does?
  21. What would it take for them to break up with someone? What would be the last straw?
  22. Do they like being called pet names? Do they call other people pet names? What’s their go-to?
  23. Stability or novelty?
  24. Honesty or charity?
  25. Safety or possibility?
  26. Talent or effort?
  27. Forgiveness or vengeance (or…)?
  28. Would they date a fixer-upper?
  29. What recurring dreams do they have?
  30. What would they do if they knew it would be forgiven?
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This looks fun. If anyone is curious about a specific character, throw me an ask.

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I feel confident enough to post these now. A collection of all the existing posters after some edits from the other post that got 13k notes! These are full size/quality. Go nuts.

You may use them for wallpapers, tabletop campaigns, whatever. Consider tipping me or buying a print or sticker on ko-fi here! If you do use them, let me know what for, or send pictures!

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After careful consideration, I propose that Jedi Maul be accepted as an honorary member of the disaster lineage as Ahsoka’s crazy uncle who goes off on casual tangents about “the deep state” and other such conspiracies while simultaneously maintaining his place as the only authority Anakin recognizes besides Padme. And once it comes to light that every single conspiracy Maul has ever uttered about the Republic is in fact correct, he finally recognizes his true potential, surpassing Obi Wan and becoming the single most insufferable being in the galaxy until the day he dies.

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I will never forget that Maul could have been a Jedi.

I will never forget the fact that Maul’s mother wanted him out of Dathomir so he would not live his life as a slave. I will never forget how his mother loved him and saw for him a future as a Jedi. I will never forget how she sought a Jedi out herself, only to be met with something far worse. I will never forget that Maul had had before him a possible future that was bright and loving, peaceful and light. And I will never forget that he ended up as P*lp*t*n*’s slave instead.

Maul and Anakin are very similar, actually. Their mothers did not want them to live life as slaves. And they both inadvertently handed their sons over to the slavemaster himself.

They were both supposed to be Jedi.

And in the end, neither of them were.

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jedi maul: orderly, fastidious, a massive fucking nag, weird mix of rule breaker and rule follower, standoffish and sulky with a tendency toward the extreme. no one wants to give him a padawan and he doesn’t want to take one, but when he does wind up with one he trains them in the most extreme way possible, an unfortunate by product of his short but damaging tenure as a sith apprentice before he was brought to the temple at age 10. has definitely pushed a padawan off a building once so they’d learn to force pull and grab onto a ledge. (why is everyone mad at him. it WORKED, didn’t it?) surprisingly smooth and elegant despite his preference to solve problems decisively (or, as he’d call it, with “situationally appropriate displays of force” aka violence). despite this, he’s not at all an out of control jedi, though he will always struggle not to grasp for the dark side when scared. has a vague memory of having siblings and, despite many reminders not to, is secretly looking for them; this need to find his brothers could become an attachment if he isn’t careful, and becomes his biggest draw to lean on the dark side once again. has a complicated (read: negative) relationship to dathomir, and vacillates violently between wishing to know more about where he comes from and being angry that mother talzin essentially sold him to the dark side. his ongoing struggles have delayed his promotion to master. his insecurities make him believe he just isn’t good enough, which upsets him, when in reality his spirit is unsettled and the council doesn’t want to ask more of him until he’s ready. but maul has a Complex About Everything and thinks he’s being judged for being sith-trained. has a rival-friendship with obi wan (but if you ask him he will deny this. kenobi who?) oddly enough he’s good friends with depa. caleb dume likes to bicker with him. because of course maul would argue with a child.

jedi ventress: the chaos to maul’s order and discipline. even as a jedi she is a wild child, and enjoys causing problems for reasons. he avoids her most of the time, but he eventually becomes a peer-mentor-sort when he realizes she also struggles to stay in the Light. (alternatively, if she was significantly younger in this au, she could be his goblin padawan. he throws her off twice as many buildings.) if maul is pissed off, guaranteed either ventress, kenobi, or vos are involved.

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My new minicomic about this little Jedi ObiMaul AU I’ve been thinking of for the last few weeks. It’s basically what I imagine would have happened if Maul was found by the Jedi before Sidious.

Mace Windu is Maul’s master because I think they’re PERFECT for each other! Also, I’m a fluffy PadaWAN truther 💪🏻😤

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i am so sorry to say this to you, but have you ever considered that maul and jar jar are just garfield and odie in space.

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YOU'RE RIGHT AND YOU SHOULD SAY IT!!! I RESPECT YOUR CLARITY OF VISION.

I think jar jar and jedi!maul would be the perfect odd couple. on the surface they seem like totally disparate personalities, one is an disciplined warrior the other a clumsy clown, but they've both struggled with feelings of inadequacy, childhood trauma and the fear of rejection.

Maul is afraid that he will never truely belong in the jedi order because of his sith upbringing. he's known fear, hatred and pain. He's endured unimaginable suffering as a child and he's afraid that his trauma will make him a ticking timebomb, that there's some hidden darkness in his heart and one day the jedi will see it and cast him out. As a result, he is obsessed with being perfect and irreproachable. It's a defensive mechanism, just like jar-jar's goofiness.

They'll be positive influences for each other, Jar Jar learns to be assertive and Maul learns to loosen up. They learn that you don't have to be perfect to be worthy of love.

Also, the whole catboy vs dogboy personality thing is SOO funny. they LITERALLY cannot communicate with each other when they meet. straight up comedy of errors.

Jar Jar: I HAVE NOT RECIEVED ANY WORDS OF AFFIRMATION SO IM GOING TO ASSUME HE HATES MY GUTS AND WANTS ME DEAD.

Maul: *is frantically slow-blinking and purring, while wearing the galaxy’s most terrifying resting bitch face* this is going great! im going to get a good grade in Friendship, which is normal to want and possible to achieve. Btw this fic is on ao3 now!

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