The AU cannot be explained. Lex and I synchronized our MDD fantasies and now we’re drift compatible.
who's Pavaa exactly?
A darling. She’s a small part of the unwieldy AU story-world moonlenoircrow and I build privately.
A housekeeper circa ~30 ABY (Resistance/sequel era), just a woman returning to Phindar to try and find what’s been missing in her life so far. She grew up on a heavily industrialized planet, stripped of its natural resources. Her parents fled the Empire’s control of Phindar and generally separated themselves from their Phindian culture and heritage, so we write her as trying to reclaim some sense of herself through her return to her species’ home planet.
She intentionally chose a rural part of the continent she lives on because she wanted to reconnect to the lushness of nature. The transition from her previous janitorial job to housekeeping was pretty easy. Her “current” place in the narrative (the one we work with actively) has her as a live-in housekeeper on a smallish farm. It’s a Studio Ghibli ass soft rural wish-fulfillment fantasy, babyyy.
She cries easily and is quick to fluster about emotional matters, but she’s also stubborn and hard-working. Pavaa maybe has a bit of a complex about seeking approval in others. She’s an absolute angel. I co-opted her from Lex because I love her so much. I also inadvertently started shipping her with two of my own OCs even though I really, truly didn’t intend to. oops.
I’ll answer almost any ask at this point, please engage me. The burnout from my job is so bad. I need to e s c a p e.
how many phindian OCs do you and moonlenoircrow have in total?
Oh gee oh boy, a few.
I’m going to define an OC for this question as a whole character with a personality, because we do have “flavor children” who aren’t really characters, they’re just there to pad out family dynamics and make the whole lineage feel more complete. So the filler characters won’t count.
It’s 23 altogether. 7 are mine and 16 are moonlenoircrow’s, because he’s just a font of infinite possibility. We kind of share Pavaa for character development but moonlenoircrow technically created her, so she’s counted in that 16.
It’s funny to me when authors faceclaim an OC in a fic. I understand the desire as a creator but come on, you can’t hand-hold your audience so much you won’t even let them use their imaginations.
I don’t agree with fan writers who argue relentlessly that real world swears ruin the immersion and cheapen the reader experience for star wars fic. If you want to be limited to silly words for your own enjoyment, then by all means, but personally I won’t be, at least until someone is paying me to create official content.
Your ability to understand when swearing is impactful in dialogue is more important. Star wars flavor text is just that. Personally I don’t adhere to it strictly because it’s fanfiction, it’s not that serious.
Imo “fuck” inhabits the same sphere as “kriff” and “kark” anyway. I see them as interchangeable and kind of a progression of severity.
People will give me shit for creating a mary sue but you’ll write Obi-Wan speaking Mando’a and that’s perfectly acceptable?? HUH???
Resisting the urge to post a 100% original character smut one-shot just because I haven’t put anything on AO3 in a long while. Like…that is barely fandom content, nobody wants that except the owner of the other OC, who has already received the raw file.
How about some Gand worldbuilding? We have fishermen hauling in their nets, a fisherman training two new rowers, a findsman and apprentice on a meditative walk, a lighthouse and keeper, two Gand potters and their wares, and a mother and her nymphs returning from market.
Lira San was a remote planet located in the Lira San system of the galaxy’s Wild Space region. Hidden behind a treacherous nebula formed from an imploded star cluster, it was the original homeworld of the Lasat species. Though many Lasat dwelled on Lasan, millions of Lasat remained on Lira San, but their existence was forgotten by the people of Lasan, who knew of Lira San only through an ancient prophecy. This prophecy led three Lasat — Garazeb Orrelios, Chava, and Gron, with the help of the Alliance to Restore the Republic — to find Lira San after the people of Lasan were nearly exterminated by the Galactic Empire.
LIRA SAN in Star Wars: Rebels
As long as there are posts I’m just going to keep doing this
I’m tapping through individual frames for screenshots I need for absolutely stupid meme posts like Deb in Napoleon Dynamite taking glamor shots, like “That’s the one.”
“I did research on the culture and environment of Tusken Raiders; I researched [the] ‘sand people.’ That is what Luke Skywalker calls them, ‘sand people.’ Anyway, my goal was to avoid ASL (American Sign Language); I made sure it became Tusken sign language based on their culture and environment.”
“We kept it really simple in terms of the hand shapes that were used. When the Tusken sees the Mandalorian, this is the sign: using this flat hand shape, it outlines the gaps in the Mandalorian’s helmet.”
— TROY KOTSUR, the deaf American actor who developed the Tusken sign language and who played the first Tusken Raider to use it on-screen
I love seeing suggestions for awkward readers or beginners to
commenting on how to properly and respectfully express your enjoyment of
But sometimes you don’t comment because the vibe is “I read this whole thing and I liked it but I’m embarrassed for both of us bestie”
Working harder to truly understand my own character. I got too close to Astrid, I made her too much of an emotional analogue for my own coping. It interfered with my ability to write her fairly.
She’s a prideful little machine. I didn’t value that enough in earlier drafts of Absence.
Who was that guy Padme was fucking? Not Anakin the other
Clovis!!!! Rush Clovis!!!! I forgot what I was going to say about him but it probably wasn’t good
Obviously at one point in time all their faces were being plastered across the galaxy for assorted bounties, but I like to think that as time goes on post-RotJ, Leia goes and becomes the extremely recognizable President of the New Republic, Luke becomes the still fairly-recognizable Grand Master of the Jedi Order (even if it’s mostly because of the robes/lightsaber), and Han becomes the galactic equivalent of Tony Hawk, who is still extremely famous but absolutely no one realizes it because his Just Some Guy energy is off the charts.
He’ll be out in public and something will prompt him to make an offhand comment about having been in the Rebel Alliance and people will be like “Oh, you were in the Rebellion? That’s so cool. Did you ever know anyone important? Like President Organa-Solo?” and he’ll wearily snap “THAT’S MY WIFE!!”
At least one assassination attempt on Leia’s life has been thwarted because the person planning on slipping something in her drink at an important function started chatting with him as cover not realizing who they were talking to and he sensed something was fishy before they could slip away.
One day he goes to the Jedi Temple to pick up his kids from a training thing and a new-ish Jedi recruit who’s a little too overzealous about security calls Luke in to make sure he’s the right guy, and when Luke shakes his head and, holding back laughter, very seriously says “No, I’ve never seen that man in my life” Han just looks him dead in the eye and replies “We were alone on Hoth, kid. I should’ve killed you when I had the chance.”
#oh im obsessed#han has the space equivalent of twitter where hes like ‘was in the spaceport with the falcon today#the attendant said ‘oh hey that looks like the ship senator organas always flying around in’ and i was like ‘yes. because it is.’’ just like#tony hawk’s twitter via @harriisonford
I’m just going to say it once–I fucking hate the emphasis on novel-writing conventions and the novelist ego that overtakes the majority of fan writers, especially the popular ones. If any of my amateur writing conventions made you leave my fic “post haste,” good.
Here’s some recent commissioned lightsabers all put into one place!
If you’re interested in getting a lightsaber (or any other type of item) for yourself, DM me! I offer fully animated items for £60!
Watching streamers who make fun of fanfic on stream, like as a joke during gameplay, is really hammering home that this is an awful and shameful hobby. Kind of killing my drive here man.
3, 12, 14, 28 :>
12 - favorite character to write about this year
Probably my OC Ayo. He’s a darling, I think I did a lot to expand the complexity of his character this year.
14 - A fic you didn’t expect to write
Multiple one-shots lewding Pavaa. Did not expect things to go in this direction.
28 - longest fic you read this year
Oh man, I don’t even know. I don’t actually read a lot of fanfic. My interests are too niche, my taste is a little too loose and poetic. I think I powered through one multichapter fic earlier this year but I couldn’t tell you what it was. IDK man, sorry. I tend to read medium-length one-shots more than anything.
3 - favorite line/scene you wrote this year
Unfortunately, from Contact High, a story I probably won’t publish because it’s just two of my OCs having drama and has next to nothing to do with the canon plot. Nobody wants to read that but you, Lex, and I could just give it directly to you.
For context, Ayo is a Resistance pilot hopeful who has become involved–romantically and professionally–with Astrid, an organic-replica droid mercenary on the DL. She’s trying to protect him in her own maladjusted kind of way while coping with her fear that by getting involved with him, really caring about him, she will have to resign herself to his eventual death.
“There’s something wrong with you,” he wheezed. “You’re fucked up.”
“Yes. I’m honest with myself about it, unlike you,” Astrid said coldly.
“I’m not like you. I’m not.” He was pleading—whether with himself or with her, she didn’t know. “What I’m doing, it isn’t about hurting people and killing people for money, for a job, for a whim.” He struggled to find the words he was looking for, to properly project whatever line he was trying to draw between them. “It’s about giving people hope. The First Order won’t stop unless we make them stop, fight their fire with our own. You really think beating the shit out of some sleemo for money is the same?”
“I do. The wars of living beings will never end. You don’t see that. You can’t possibly see that, with the limited scope of your life. You’re just turning the cogs for some other conflict. I don’t deal with ideals, I deal with results. That ‘sleemo’ will never fire a blaster again. His path has been irrevocably altered.”
“You can’t change things in the galaxy by fucking killing people one at a time.”
“You don’t seem to be understanding me. I’m not elevating my cause; I’m denigrating yours. I know I can’t change the galaxy. I’m not trying.”
“Well, I am. That’s the difference between us. I care about the galaxy I live in, and about other people.”
“You won’t achieve anything by fighting this war. You’re lying to yourself and I’m showing you that. Open your fucking eyes, Ayo. It doesn’t matter who wins or loses. There will always be death, decay, and injustice. There will always be people like me.”
He turned to truly face her for the first time in this argument.
“And there will always be people like me, who believe. So fuck off.” He turned to leave, but spun back around in the doorway with another retort on his lips. “Actually, since you’re so kriffing neutral, what is your angle here? Why are you putting all this work into fighting with me?”
Finally. Finally he got it. Astrid bared her teeth in full aggression.
“I’m trying to save your life, you daft nerf. You’re going to get yourself killed—for what? The greater good? For people you’ll never see? For politicians who won’t fight their own battles? For what, Ayo?”
He nodded bitterly, lips pursed in thought.
“For all of that, yeah. For the greater good. Good for you, that you don’t care about anyone but yourself, I guess, but I’m different.” He gave her one limp, sarcastic clap.
Astrid felt like slapping him. How could he be missing her point?
“I care about you, Ayo. I’m trying to protect you. That’s the only thing that matters to me.”