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hello-there-cyarika · 10 months

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Hive Troopers!

But what if the Kaminoans crossed Jango's DNA with some sort of Nabooian or Alderaanian honey bee? It probably helps them communicate on the battlefield, and obviously they get the benefits of not needing a jetpack! I've got a lot of thoughts about these boys, but I'll just give some of the basics for now:

The troopers can use communicate sort of like a hive mind! It's not as sophisticated as using communicators, but they can convey feelings and vague ideas

Their antennae are very sensitive! They can be used to sense touch, smell, taste, some vibrations, temperature, and more! I think that ARFs like Waxer and Boil would probably learn to use them with a lot more skill through their training, in the same way they'd learn to use more complex or advanced HUD modes.

I think that troopers' stingers would be closer to the stingers that wasps have: retractable, and doesn't cause them to die after one sting by getting ripped off.

Troopers' wings are also probably way more durable, I can't imagine the Kaminoans sending them into battle with anything fragile like that, so they probably modified the DNA. I think the wings are pretty flexible instead of being breakable.

I'll go into this more another time, if anyone is interested, but I think that the distribution of internal organs would be significantly different with the addition of the secondary abdomen.

The boys are FLUFFY!!!

I think that the fluff would be kinda waterproof (I mean,,,, they grew up on Kamino and all) but on the other hand I think it'd make fire waaaay more dangerous. I think that blaster bolts could also cause the fluff to catch fire....

Can they make honey? yeah dude they're beeeeeees

They probably made space-mead out of it lmao

I have a lot of feelings about the way cadets are grown in little tubes land sleep in tubes on the walls like bees use honeycomb for their larvae and its all in large curved structures and how the whole thing seems just a touch like a hive......

They can DEFINITELY dance maps like bees can!!!! The ARCs and ARFs are the best at it.

They don't have compound eyes, but they do have hexagonal pupils!

I'm gonna doodle more of this whenever I have time, so let me know if you want to see anything specific, or have any fun ideas from this? I'd love to talk about them!!! <3

I also want to say that I have been VERY heavily inspired by @mothask! Please go have a look at their amazing fluffy moth boys!

@yukipri's winged au is also a huge inspiration for this! Y'all have GOT to go check out "Take Flight, Brothers All" on ao3 it's SO GOOD!!

And finally, a lot of the ideas I've developed about the bees' ARF training have come from the Reconstruction Corps AU (specifically Open Skies), created by the amazing @cacodaemonia!! I've got a lot of plans for Wax and Bo as ARF bees that I'm so excited to get started on!

So much love and appreciation to all of my inspirations!!!!! <333333

I have no idea if anyone's made anything like this before lol, but if anyone has I'd love to know!!

<3 I do not give my consent or my permission for my art to be re-posted or reuploaded on this or any other website <3

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coline7373 · 3 months

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The Many Lives of Marshal Commander Cody After the War (No O66 AU)

Reconstuction Corp AU

To my eternal delight, many people have build around a happy AU that see jedi creating a fifth corp of the Jedi Order after the war, the Reconstruction Corp. It is dedicated to bring relief to war torn worlds and repair the damaged the clone war brought to the galaxy and is open to clones who wish to join.

I really like the idea of clones being able to repair and create rather than be made to destroy.

I think it would fit Cody (who would immediately take ove-) who would honor this joint venture by dressing Jedi-like on occasion.

Amongst such fics are the amazing series When Duty Is Done and Reconstruction Corp AU.

*****

Other Cody's AU lives include:

Guardian of the Wheels

Freedom Fighter

Pantoran Mountain Farmer

#star wars #sw fanart #the clone wars #tcw fanart #commander cody #clone wars #tcw #no order 66 #sw happy au #character design #restauration corp #my fanart #coline7373

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lena-in-a-red-dress · 6 months

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Nuanced Foil Lena AU Pt 2

Lena doesn't stop with refusing to render help.

After the threat has passed-- and it does pass, though it takes longer and results in more damage than Kara thinks it would have if Lena had helped-- a lucky reporter gets a rare soundbite from Lena as she enters L-Corp the morning after the enemy's defeat.

"Miss Luthor! What do you think of last night's actions by Supergirl and her allies?"

"Do you feel the destruction at the waterfront was justified?"

"Will L-Corp be assisting in the reconstruction efforts?"

The last question is the one that makes Lena pause. She stops, lifting a hand for her security escort to give her a moment. He hovers, surveying the crowd and reporters with a raptor's eye as cameras click and flash.

"L-Corp will of course assist in any way we can," Lena says, her shaded gaze pinning the reporter from behind her sunglasses. "The unfortunate truth is that without the labor and resources donated by private companies such as L-Corp, the reconstruction simply wouldn't happen."

"What do you mean?"

"Miss Luthor!"

"Can you expand on that?"

Despite the overlapping calls for comment, the crowd of press calms somewhat, like hungry dogs sitting expectantly when the food bowls finally come out. But their interest is no less intense-- nor is Kara's, who watches the newsfeed from the bullpen of the DEO.

Lena weathers the attention with her usual aplomb, professional to the last.

"The city doesn't have the budget to keep up with the destruction it has incurred since Supergirl's debut, even with consistent tax hikes over the past three years. And frankly, it's unconscionable to expect that they could."

Kara frowns, ticking the volume up another notch, pretending that she doesn't see Alex's furtive glance in her direction.

"Are you saying Supergirl has become more of a burden than a help?"

Lena's chin turns towards the reporter, pinning him with an arched brow.

"People contain multitudes, Paul-- even Supergirl," Lena says clearly. "She can be both of those things at once."

#supercorp #nuanced foil lena au

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antianakin · 8 months

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What are your thoughts on the Soft Wars fic series? Personally I hate the take that the clones love Anakin and Ahsoka better than the rest of the Jedi.

I've actually given some of my thoughts on this series in a previous post I made here.

I'll put a quick TL;DR on those thoughts in this post, and then put some new ones under the cut to address your specific question.

All in all, Soft Wars is exactly what it says it is. It’s soft. It’s soft towards Anakin, it’s soft towards the clones, it’s soft towards the war and the worldbuilding. It’s definitely worth a read just for the way it handles the clone worldbuilding and the clear impact it has had on the way the clones have been written in fic ever since. At this point, I don’t regret reading it but I also don’t go back to it very often anymore and there’s a reason I don't rec Soft Wars for pro-Jedi fic recs when people ask. Soft Wars is not what I would consider fully Pro-Jedi but nor is it anywhere near virulently anti-Jedi and it has some really neat writing for the clones while obviously being really pro-Anakin Skywalker to the point of smoothing out most of his more uncomfortable flaws to make him a more sympathetic and likable character.

To address your specific complaint about the clones loving Anakin and Ahsoka better than the rest of the Jedi, it's fairly clear to me that the author has a soft spot for Anakin and the rest of the fic is sort-of written around that in many ways. The majority of the focus of Soft Wars IS on the clones themselves, and their relationships to each other rather than their relationships to Anakin and Ahsoka specifically, but the big fix-it of the entire thing is that the clones save Anakin from the dark side and allow him to truly be himself. Which definitely ignores that Anakin was a full-blown fascist at this point, not to mention a complete racist (at least against the Tuskens), and arguably sexist as well as a sexual predator.

This is kind-of what I was referring to when I mentioned in the previous post I made about this that the author "smoothes out" Anakin's flaws to make him more sympathetic and likable. Soft Wars is by no means the only place this happens in fics, Anakin OFTEN has to get smoothed out in fix-it fics where he's allowed to live and just get a happy marriage with 2.5 kids and a white picket fence with Padme.

Soft Wars Anakin is... not really canon Anakin. He's got hints of canon Anakin, sure, but he's a LOT better of a person than canon Anakin was at this point in the story. The author had a soft spot for Anakin and wrote an entire epic around Anakin being saved by the clones, so you have to sort-of view Soft Wars from that perspective. If you are someone who doesn't like Anakin much and prefers a more realistic take on Anakin WITH all of his flaws at this point in his life, Soft Wars isn't going to give it to you. I find myself at a place these days where it can be really hard to read fics where Anakin is portrayed REALLY positively and without a lot of his canon flaws, especially with regards to the clones.

If you want more fics where the clones have good relationships with Jedi that AREN'T Anakin (or Ahsoka or even Obi-Wan), please check out blackkat's fics on AO3! A lot of them feature more niche Jedi or just focus on Jedi that tend to go more ignored in popular fandom. I've absolutely gained a love for a few Jedi characters that I'm not even sure I KNEW before I started reading these fics as well as gained several new ships! They're 100% Jedi-friendly, and they never shy away from the reality of who Anakin is and what he's done.

And if you want a series that focuses on the clones more and still gives them a pretty soft ending WITHOUT glorifying Anakin or infantilizing the Jedi, please check out the Reconstruction Corps AU by cacodaemonia (et al). Caco is an INCREDIBLE artist, so the series is worth taking a look at for the art alone, but the writing is wonderful, too, and is one of the few places where I've seen someone explore clone culture without just re-appropriating Mando culture, which is really awesome!

#star wars #clones #anakin critical #anakin skywalker critical #anti anakin #anti anakin skywalker #fic #fic recs

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fauvester · 1 year

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adoption au thots

garak served as a minister in the reconstruction government for about a decade, during which bashir came to cardassia, they formalized their relationship and acquired their first 3 children. first election has like 20 people running and he wins with like a 2% majority and he's like. oh god i know i said i'd serve cardassia no matter what but WHY. WHY POLITICS. He's not a bad castellan, just not able to do half of the useful behind the scenes manipulation he'd want to.

young elim served in the reconstruction corps for several years (it's mandatory for all young cardassian men, it involves clearing miles and miles of rubble and building housing). He gets pretty swole. He also gets a reputation for pooling everyone's rations and making good meals out of them with bits of nonperishables they find in the rubble. cooks hoecakes on scraps of metal in the desert sun. His family makes good natured fun of his big muscles that he loses instantly after returning home for good. he also gets very used to handling corpses, since they dig up a lot of them. very blasè.

teen castellan's daughter iskra flirts with EVERYTHING. only mildly concerns garak until he finds out that the civil engineer she's seeing is gul dukat's youngest son, using his mother's maiden name to try to reintegrate safely. he doesn't have any problem 'encouraging' him to move to a different city and stop taking her calls

#dee s 9 #garashir adoption au #i WILL get around to drawing these but i like them all so much.

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liaromancewriter · 2 years

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What If? (Epilogue)

Premise: If Ethan and Cassie had met in college, would they still be inevitable?

Book: Open Heart (College AU) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff. Words: 1,550

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

A/N: Thank you to everyone for coming along on this rollercoaster of a ride with me. I’m so glad I finally worked up the nerve to write this AU.

Submission for @choicesmonthlychallengejune2022 Day 6 prompt “Reunited”

There were days when Cassie Valentine felt like giving up. And others when she was fired up to beat physical therapy’s butt.

Today though, today she was neither. She couldn’t work up the enthusiasm for the PT exercises, but she kept going through the motions because otherwise she might never get up again.

It had been three months since her accident and two since her ACL reconstructive surgery. The hardest part of the whole experience had been a sense of loss she couldn’t shake.

While the doctor hadn’t come right out and said it, she knew from the cautious words he spoke that ballet was no longer an option. Her knee might never support the type of hyperextension required for professional dancing.

Cassie consoled herself that getting a spot in a professional dance company had been a pipe dream. She was good, but not great enough to advance past the corps. And really, Valentines worked in the family business. So, it had all been moot. But it didn’t lessen the hurt.

“You’re a million miles away. It won’t work unless you focus.”

She looked over her shoulder to see Ethan standing at a respectful distance, watching her with concern in his eyes.

Here was someone else she couldn’t figure out.

He’d given up his summer internship at a community clinic to be there for her. He’d started showing up at her PT sessions, asking questions of her therapist, learning the exercises, giving her silent and not-so-silent encouragement from the sidelines.

Ever since that morning at the hospital, he’d done as she asked. Taking it a day at a time; never pushing or demanding.

She hated this version of Ethan. The one who never held her hand so that sparks flew when they touched.

Cassie wanted the arrogant boy—man—from the bookstore that had refused to back down. The one that had kissed her in a coffee shop in front of everyone and complained when she hogged all the popcorn.

She wanted the Ethan she’d fallen in love with; not this silent spectator who never made a wrong step and was almost clinical in his approach, like she was a patient.

Cassie didn’t even know why he was here since he was clearly not interested in her anymore in a romantic sense.

“I’m done,” she declared, gingerly disembarking from the stationary bike.

“You still have twenty minutes left,” he frowned, glancing at the clock on the wall.

“Don’t care,” she said dismissively, brushing past him to head to the women’s locker rooms as tears pricked her eyes. She was so done.

Cassie sat down on a bench, shoulders dejected, tears streaming down her face when the door behind her flew open and Ethan rushed in.

“You can’t be in here,” she objected, but he wasn’t listening as he advanced towards her.

“What is wrong with you?” he shouted, frustration eking through. “You can’t just quit PT if we’re to get you ready for the company’s next season. I know it’s taking time, but that’s how it works with an ACL injury!”

Cassie was surprised at the passion in his voice and the determination on his face. The placid Ethan of the last few months was nowhere to be found. She let him rail at her a few minutes long, recognizing that he was like a volcano that was finally ready to erupt.

“You and I both know that my days of dancing ballet are over,” she said quietly when he stopped pacing. “I have accepted it and you should too.”

“There’s still a chance,” he said, calmer now, his tone more rational. “I’ve read some promising case studies in the medical journals, spoken to a few experts…”

“You’ve been reading medical cases and talking to doctors about my injury?” she asked, unable to hide her shock.

“What?” he said absently at the interruption before continuing. “I mean, yes, it won’t be easy or quick; could take a few years to reach that level of athleticism again and there are no guarantees in medicine, but I believe you can do it.”

Cassie saw the resolve on his handsome face, heard the utmost belief in his voice, and she knew he wasn’t indifferent. Without another thought, she reached for his hand, feeling the spark as their fingers entwined of their own accord.

She tugged his head down, brushing her lips against his, lightly at first and then demanding. Tracing the seam of his closed lips with her tongue, she cajoled him to let her in and then he took over.

He placed his hands on her ass, lifting her up and she wrapped her legs around his thighs, confident he wouldn’t let her fall. His body pressing her back against the wall was so familiar, feeling him quicken against her lower belly as the kiss went to fiery to explosive.

His mouth devoured hers, tongues dueling, months of separation making them greedy. Her hands were everywhere, tracing his muscles, clutching his sides, burning up with want. He gave as he good as he got until she wanted to forget where they were and beg him to take her.

A sharp, piercing sound broke through the fog of lust surrounding them. He released her lips, his forehead against hers as they both struggled to catch their breath. He reached for the ringing phone in his pocket and dismissed the sound.

His eyes, those beautiful blue eyes, peered into hers and she could no longer hold back the words.

“I love you, Ethan.”

He went still and then moved back, no longer holding her up against the wall and her feet slowly drifted to the floor. Disappointed, she started to turn away, but he stopped her. His hands framed her face and his expression was solemn as he gazed intently into her eyes.

“I love you, Cassie. Forever.”

And then he smiled, slow and soft, and she knew they would be alright.

Eight years later…

“The two of you are nuts,” said Max, not for the first time since she’d called him two days ago and asked him to come to Boston. “Mom’s going to flip when she finds out you eloped and didn’t tell her.”

“I know, but you know how hard it’s been,” said Cassie, stroking the beautiful bouquet of daisies that brought a pop of color to the dull offices in city hall. “We hated being apart while Ethan completed his residency at Edenbrook and I finished my doctorate coursework. When we found out I got a spot on the hospital’s behavioral psychology team to complete my licensing requirements, we knew we didn’t want to wait any longer. After all, why delay things when we’re…

“Inevitable,” finished Max flippantly, rolling his eyes at the syrupy sentiment and making her laugh.

As much as he teased her, he couldn’t deny the two of them were completely devoted to each other. It had taken Max time to come to terms with Ethan, but the man was completely gone over his sister so it had been hard to not befriend him. And as long as Cassie was happy, Max was too.

“There’s Ethan,” he said and they both turned to watch him walking towards them.

His head was cocked as he listened to whatever his companion, a petite young woman wearing a wine-colored dress and carrying a bakery box in her hands, was saying

“Sienna!” cried Cassie, rushing forward to throw her arms around the other woman before stepping back to slip her arm around Ethan’s back. “I’m so glad Ethan was able to find you in time.”

“I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” beamed Sienna. “I even baked you a cake.”

She lifted the cover of the bakery box to show Cassie and Ethan the small wedding cake, smiling shyly when they both showered her with praise.

“Oh, where are my manners,” said Cassie, turning sideways to place her hand on Max’s shoulder.

“Sienna, this is my twin brother Max. Max, meet Dr. Sienna Trinh, pediatrics resident extraordinaire at Edenbrook,” she said. “Remember when I came to the hospital for my interview and got hopelessly lost? Well, I was afraid they would find my ghost wandering the halls for eternity and then Sienna appeared like an angel and rescued me. I’m so glad we’ll get to work in the same place. We’re practically besties already.”

Max smiled, amused at his sister’s enthusiasm about her and Sienna’s new friendship than the story of how they met. He nodded his head at Sienna in greeting and wondered at the vague disquiet he felt as he met her soft gaze.

He forgot all about that a short while later when he watched Cassie and Ethan face each other and recite their vows in front of the justice of peace, promising to have and to hold each other forever. As they exchanged their first kiss as husband and wife, they had eyes only for each other.

Max glanced to his side and his eyes met Sienna’s radiant ones, her smile watery as she took the tissue he handed her to wipe away her tears.

And then he felt it again. Something he couldn’t describe…yet. He only knew that his life had fundamentally shifted and it had something to do with one Sienna Trinh.

All Fics & Edits: @potionsprefect @trappedinfanfiction @bex-la-get @mysticalgalaxysstuff @genevievemd @choicesaddict5 @jerzwriter @rookiemartin @schnitzelbutterfingers @vi-writes-stuff @coffeeheartaddict2 @quixoticdreamer16 @dorisz @zahrachoices @lucy-268 @a-crepusculo @jamespotterthefirst @ofmischiefandmedicine @headoverheelsforramsey @takemyopenheart @gryffindordaughterofathena @queencarb @crazy-loca-blog @natureblooms24

Ethan & Cassie Fics & Edits only: @custaroonie @lady-calypso

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#ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #open heart #open heart choices #playchoices #open heart fanfics #open heart fanfiction #playchoices fanfics #choices fic writers creations #cfwc fics of the week #ethan ramsey x cassie valentine #ethan x mc

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yvtro · 1 year

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The thing is that like....all of DC is authoritarian. Bruce works with cops. So while it's totally fine for you to want an au where vigilantes can be anarchist, it's not present in huge amounts of canon, and it feels like the only fans expected to constantly say that we don't endorse actions that would be bad irl even if we like them fictional are Jason fans - meanwhile Bruce stans regularly coo over him and Jim's friendship and never get attacked for supporting copaganda. The genre of crime fighting is inherently problematic from an abolitionist pov but most fans of other characters are allowed to say "in this particular universe, this character is making a point" and not have it be assumed that's their irl viewpoint. Like I don't find Jason killing any more disturbing than the decades of flippant jokes about locking people away, but only one of those things gets regular passive aggressive posts made about it in fandom.

okay and what. am i not allowed to expect better? do i strike you as one of these people who “coo over bruce’s and jim’s friendship”? you’re constructing some elaborate strawman here.

so what you’re saying is that superhero and vigilante comics are inherently copaganda so it’s fine to suspend belief and assume that it is actually right in-universe? but what’s the purpose of it? superhero and vigilante comics can be reconstructed. and even if they’re not reconstructed, they can be less blatantly bigoted. jason’s background was written with more sensitivity in the 80s, and if you’re fine with regressing for the sake of edginess in that matter, that’s okay, but don’t come to my house and tell me i’m obliged to like everything you do. and it’s not like good writers don’t address these issues sometimes. not even mentioning the majority of what i’m talking about doesn’t have to do with any fantasy elements. i don’t give a shit if characters kill supervillains or about legitimate well crafted revenge stories. i care about real life propagandist parallels.

“only one gets passive aggressive posts made about it” for the last time i post about jason because he’s my favourite character. i’m not a bruce stan. will you leave me alone if i write an essay about the whole genre, which i absolutely can do btw? if i make 100 posts about classism in batman comics that don’t have to do with jay? nightwing copaganda? suicide squad? the concept of arkham asylum? storylines where superman works with the gov? lantern corps military propaganda? or will you come back to tell me that i have to suspend belief and indulge it all?

i’m just a random person on this website with 50 followers and you’re acting like i’m upsetting some delicate ecosystem. is someone holding a gun to your head telling you to read my meta?? just block me.

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cacodaemonia · 1 year

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!!!!!

A podfic of one my my Open Skies fics 🥺🥺🧡🧡

#jdhalsjhf #my brain is just kind of short-circuiting #just going “this is so cool????” over and over #please heed the tags in the fic before listening!#self-harm #waxer #boil #hurt/comfort #tcw #podfic #rcau #reconstruction corps au #open skies

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dada-and-clara · 1 year

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🌸 Bonjour à tous.tes 🌸

Face à l'agressivité de ce cancer du sein triple négatif, il faut un solide plan d'actions que voici :

🌸 Une oncologue de choix. Dr Élise Deluche très engagée nationalement sur le Cancer du sein Triple Négatif, elle est l'auteure de cet article accessible : https://sante.journaldesfemmes.fr/fiches-maladies/2548466-cancer-du-sein-triple-negatif-definition-symptomes-causes-traitement/

C'est elle qui pilote mon protocole de soins en oncologie :

-> deux phases de chimiothérapie + immunothérapie 💪 : la première, chaque mardi (~3 mois). La deuxième, toutes les 3 semaines (~3 mois).

-> chirurgie (dans ~ 6 mois) : ablation et reconstruction des deux seins, curage de la chaîne ganglionnaire du bras gauche.

-> radiothérapie ciblée

-> chimio par voie orale pendant 1 an.

Le tout au CHU de Limoges, à 15min de chez moi, lieu de soins pluridisciplinaires (socio esthéticienne, hypnose, sport...)

🌸 Des soins parallèles :

- le magnétisme de Serge, guérisseur et voisin 🍀,

- le diem cham (médecine vietnamienne) auto réflexologie faciale,

🌸 Le sport comme allier, 🚴‍♀️ seule ou à plusieurs, pour mobiliser le corps et lutter contre la fatigue de la chimio.

🌸 Un mental confiant, pour aborder la maladie avec sérénité. Merci ma psy 🙏

🌸 Un entourage en or. Vous savez de quoi je parle... Merci à vous 🤗

____

Et à tout ça s'ajoutent, plus que tout, mes deux petites têtes blondes, Dacien 🧒🏼 et Olivia 👧🏼 (enfin trois, si Manon, ma grande ado, me le permet 🥰), et un amoureux hors pair ❤️, qui me donnent toute la joie de vivre nécessaire à cette aventure ☀️🌸☀️...

🌸 A bientôt, Clara 🌸

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inhushedwhispershp · 1 year

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Famille Lovegood

tw : harry potter, guerre, violences, dictature, expériences, contrôle des naissances et des unions, classicisme

Nationalité : Anglais

Origines : Venant d’islande par le passé, mais ces racines se sont enfouies profondément.

Nature du sang : Mêlé, les lovegood sont très libres et maîtres de leur choix jusqu’alors.

Corps de métier : Sports et arts magique

Classe sociale : moyenne

Caractère : Artiste, esprit libre, roublard, malin, lunaire, tendre, naïf, sportif, franc.

Histoire : Pour connaître plus en détail les Lovegood, il faut remonter dans leur arbre généalogique au temps où, d’un pari un peu éméché, on pouvait récupérer une terre. Ce fut le cas lorsque la matriarche Lovegood, au 17ème siècle, autour d’une tasse de thé, a tenté le patriarche McGonagall avec un jeu bien à elle qui lui permettait de s’enrichir. Elle disait à qui voulait l’entendre qu’elle avait trouvé la preuve que les joncheruines existaient. Comme les Mcgonagall, plus terre à terre, n’y croyaient pas, parièrent l’une de leurs terres : l’île de Skye. Grâce à une certaine luminosité dans une pièce particulièrement ensoleillée, un suncatcher très efficace, et une fenêtre qu’on considèrerait comme écoeurante à ce jour, l’affaire fut rondement menée. Le patriarche fut convaincu alors même qu’il regardait un phénomène naturel (quand on déplorerait aujourd’hui un manque d’hygiène consternant) à travers une entrée pleine de saleté, reflétant comme un diamant de fausses bêtes imaginaires. C’est ainsi, par une ruse enfantine et amusante, que les Lovegood eurent leur terrain d’exploration, qu’ils n’exploitèrent jamais réellement, laissant les terres vides et sans construction, simples montagnes à découvrir, en recherche de fantaisie.

Ce fut la solution idéale, quand la guerre débuta. Ainsi, philanthropes, les Lovegood invitèrent la communauté sorcière à se protéger et à se reconstruire. Par ce don généreux, ils furent privilégiés, non forcé de s’investir activement dans la reconstruction, certains les appellaient même les bouffons du ministère : plus investis à réinventer les fêtes et les événements sorciers, notamment les mariages, les Lovegood sont devenus les portes paroles du Gouvernement et de leur politique maritale.

Ils se sont également appliqués à inventer un jeu moins voyant que le quidditch, désormais interdit : le roller derbitch, un jeu dangereux où le souaffle, le cognard et le vif d’or sont réutilisés, mais le moyen de déplacement premier est une paire de rollers, dont les roues sont améliorés en fonction de vos finances. Très vite devenu populaire, les Lovegood s’attachent à rendre la vie plus légère quand le monde semble tomber en ruines, ce qui n’est pas vu d’un bon oeil par tout le monde.

#projetfantastique #projetharrypotter #projetforum #projethp #projet rpg #rpgharrypotter #familles

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coline7373 · 2 years

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For @cacodaemonia, as a gift.

Thank you, for your endurance during this kinktoberfest, for your incredible generosity, your creativity, your love of this fandom and your amazing contributions to it.

And thank you, for making me love Boil and Waxer and their happily ever after, as much as I do now.

In honor of Open Skies, Reconstruction Corps AU.

#for #cacodaemonia #fanart #my fanart #ct boil #boil #clone trooper boil #boil and waxer #ct waxer #clone trooper waxer #numa #open skies #clone wars AU #no order 66 #star wars #clone wars #sw #tcw #coline7373

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loverboy-havocboy · 10 months

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girls don't want food girls want 20 more fics in the reconstruction corps au

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« Le passé encercle mon cœur »

Texte publié dans le numéro 1235 du journal Quinzaines.

Toute une littérature s’enroule de manière involutive autour de la figure du disparu : comment dire-écrire la perte ? En quoi le remaniement psychique qui s’ouvre avec le travail de deuil s’inscrit-il dans un projet d’écriture ? Dans Thésée, sa vie nouvelle, Camille de Toledo nous propose le récit de sa fréquentation du « royaume des ombres », où sont retenus captifs les membres de sa famille.

Thésée, sa vie nouvelle est un récit qui entrelace l’enquête généalogique et le chant funèbre, le lamento, la déploration, le requiem[1] comme forme musicale ou poétique, le thrène, comme le qualifie Michel Deguy dans ses deux livres de deuil [2].

Dès les premières pages se déploie un puissant réseau métaphorique qui articule la mémoire et l’oubli, le lien et la coupure, la corde et le vide : « la corde qui lie les âges et les mémoires, le passé et l’avenir, nul ne veut la laisser remonter jusqu’à soi » ; « je suis un trait d’union entre deux mondes qui s’écartent : le continent des vivants et celui des morts » ; « la vie du frère qui reste est un fil tendu entre le jour et la nuit ». La corde, celle qui a servi au frère pour se pendre, devient le symbole d’une continuité par-delà la succession des morts et des séparations imposées au narrateur : le suicide du frère ; le décès subit et mystérieux de la mère ; la longue maladie et la disparition du père.

Le narrateur, en réponse à cette réalité mortifère, décidera de rompre avec sa vie d’avant, en fuyant vers l’Est, mais aussi d’exhumer les vestiges du passé, en plongeant dans trois cartons d’archives familiales : « Le frère qui reste se dit qu’il est désormais orphelin et c’est à partir de cet orphelinage qu’il espère inventer ce qu’il nomme sa revivance ; mais j’oublie de préciser qu’en montant dans le train il emporte des archives, trois cartons remplis du souvenir des siens : des lettres, des courriels, des manuscrits, des photographies de son enfance. » Cette démarche se produit à contrecœur : « et voilà que son corps tombe et l’oblige à se retourner, à enquêter sur tout ce qu’il maudit : la généalogie, la lignée, le mensonge de l’enfance » ; « il faut qu’il retrouve une demeure, un passé, une généalogie, même s’il en a toujours détesté l’idée ».

Cependant, pour déchiffrer le texte de Camille de Toledo, nous ferons le choix d’écarter l’enquête sur son ascendance et le « drame qu’est toute famille ». La part autobiographique – du côté d’une hypothétique vérité – ne doit pas nous leurrer : toute reconstruction par le souvenir possède une structure de fiction (qui conjoint le symbolique et l’imaginaire, à la manière du semblant mais à l’exclusion du réel, suivant Jacques Lacan). Ce qui reste du récit, c’est alors la douleur inexprimable et irréductible de l’endeuillé. Celle-ci se manifeste par des symptômes physiques éprouvants et par un sentiment de perte irrémédiable et irréversible.

L’objet perdu : Orphée et Eurydice

Le texte est tout entier situé dans un regard rétrospectif : c’est, dans les livres de deuil, toujours le même geste qui est de tourner autour de l’objet perdu ou de se retourner pour « contempler l’étendue ouverte des catastrophes[3] », alors que l’on pourrait s’élancer vers l’avenir de manière positive. Sous une même arche mélancolique se lient trois figures du passé : Jérôme, le frère mort ; Talmaï, l’aïeul qui s’est lui aussi suicidé en 1939 ; Nissim, le frère de Talmaï, qui a perdu la vie au front durant la Grande Guerre. Trois manières de se rapporter au passé comme à ce qui ne sera plus.

Ce regard rétrospectif est emblématisé, dans la mythologie grecque, non par Thésée (sur la figure duquel il faudrait mieux se pencher), mais par Orphée et Eurydice. Pourquoi Orphée, descendu aux Enfers pour retrouver Eurydice, se retourne-t-il sur sa femme, sachant que ce mouvement scellera une double perte : celle de l’objet aimé et la sienne propre, en tant qu’inconsolé ? Selon Ovide, dans Les Métamorphoses, « Orphée, tremblant qu’Eurydice ne disparût et avide de la contempler, tourna, entraîné par l’amour, les yeux vers elle ; aussitôt elle recula, et la malheureuse, tendant les bras, s’efforçant d’être retenue par lui, de le retenir, ne saisit que l’air inconsistant. Mais, mourant pour la seconde fois, elle ne proféra aucune plainte contre son époux : de quoi se plaindrait-elle, en effet, sinon de ce qu’il l’aimât[4] ? »

La mélancolie

Le récit se soutient d’une adresse au frère qui culmine lors de la visite du petit cimetière où est enterrée la famille du narrateur : s’engage alors un dialogue des morts qui redonne une voix au frère défunt. Celui-ci est donc à la fois la cause et le destinataire de l’écrit.

C’est le point d’énigme que représente le suicide du frère qui fait sourdre l’écriture. Dès le début, la culpabilité se condense dans la question-formule Qui commet le meurtre d’un homme qui se tue ? Cette faute, d’abord individuelle (et c’est ce que nous voudrions pointer), sera distribuée, dans le mouvement entier du livre, entre les divers membres de la famille. Elle se diffusera jusqu’aux dernières pages du post-scriptum, où l’auteur délaisse les deux interprétations traditionnelles du suicide pour mieux créer une fin ouverte.

Ce chagrin qui ne s’use pas, cet affect de douleur permanente, cette plainte lancinante, ne relèvent-ils pas d’un deuil impossible ou de la mélancolie ? Freud, dans son célèbre article de 1915, s’emploie à bien distinguer les deux : « L’analogie avec le deuil nous amenait à conclure que le mélancolique avait subi une perte concernant l’objet ; ce qui ressort de ses dires, c’est une perte concernant son moi. […] [La libido] servit à établir une identification du moi avec l’objet abandonné. L’ombre de l’objet tomba ainsi sur le moi qui put alors être jugé par une instance particulière comme un objet, comme l’objet abandonné[5]. » Cette note clinique semble confirmée par la citation suivante : « il suffit d’un seul lien manquant pour que tout se mette à tomber : le sujet, la capacité à dire je, la vitalité, la force, la possibilité d’aimer ».

Cette ombre n’obscurcit pourtant pas la recherche, tant mémorielle qu’esthétique, qui forme le ressort de cette œuvre singulière et marquante.

[1]. Rainer Maria Rilke, Requiem, trad. de l’allemand par Jean-Yves Masson, Verdier poche, 2007. [2]. Michel Deguy, À ce qui n’en finit pas. Thrène , Seuil, coll. « La Librairie du XXIe siècle », 1995, rééd. 2017, et Desolatio, Galilée, coll. « Lignes fictives », 2007. [3]. Georges Bataille, Le Coupable, Gallimard, coll. « L’Imaginaire », 1961. [4]. Ovide, Les Métamorphoses, trad. du latin par Joseph Chamonard, GF Flammarion, 1966. [5]. Sigmund Freud, « Deuil et mélancolie », Métapsychologie, Gallimard, coll. « Folio essais », 1968.

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