NUMBER 7!! Leave Behind The Prettiest Corpse. I NEED More Please !! Im So Intrigued.

NUMBER 7!! leave behind the prettiest corpse. I NEED more please !! im so intrigued.

okay, so this one is actually a part of walk over the Force series, which has a bunch of parts that all interlock together.

leave behind the prettiest corpse is basically anakin snapping after blowing up his relationship with padme, distancing from obi-wan and ahsoka and generally losing his ability to cognitively dissonate his problems. it's tied together with my other works mystery of water and a star and pretty cloche hats. it's actually quite far ahead, and there's lot i need to write and plan before it can happen, but it's one that i'm particularly excited for!

writing anakin is such an undertaking, partly because he reminds me a lot about the worst of myself, and going there is never a good idea. i'm hoping that it goes well!

i haven't started writing yet, but here is the concept quote for the piece:

but you've ruined me! i am everything that you sculpted, to your desire and dreams; you cannot turn your back on me when you are unhappy with your fashion!

Don't you dare look away!

Leia: *gets a paper cut*

Luke, tearing the paper: HASN'T SHE SUFFERED ENOUGH

batrachian days

The floor smelled musty, and the rug was rough against Luke’s nose, but he didn’t care. His day had been awful. Some days, you just needed to collapse onto the floor. Like a day where, say, you had brought frogs to school in a jar to show the class excitedly, only for them all to get lose, cause chaos, make the teacher comm your aunt and uncle, get a scolding about being eight and being too old for this, and then being brought home and dishonorably discharged into your room. At the thought, Luke’s arm slid from his stomach and dropped onto the floor dramatically.

“Luke,” Leia chirped above him, “Don’t be sad.”

“I’m not sad,” Luke sighed, rolling over onto his belly to find his sister standing above him. Not sad, just done. He thought he’d been prepared for anything, had even dressed for the momentous occasion.

Gazing out the window, he said somberly, “You know, Leia, some days even my lucky spaceship underpants don’t help.”

Leia nodded sagely. It had been a day. And the day wasn’t over yet. Uncle Owen had yet to get back from the fields, and when he did…

“Don’t forget you also have to give him your grade card,” Leia flopped onto the bed. Thoughtfully, she mused, “Maybe we can hide it.”

Luke shuddered on the floor. Leia aced all their classes. Luke did not. Luke tried, he really did. But piloting and droids were a million times more interesting than the Hutts’ family tree. He guessed he could spend more time studying instead of running off to play pilot, but Leia also ran off to play and still breezed to top student every time. Luke groaned. Of course he had to be stuck with a genius sister. Leia was better than him at everything. Luckily, Leia was an ally. Unluckily, even Leia couldn’t outsmart Aunt Beru. Aunt Beru always knew.

He sighed again, mournfully. It was hard being eight and having the weight of the world on your shoulders. Frogs, grades, chores – Luke couldn’t imagine ever having bigger problems. Well…he’d forgotten to add bullies to that list. He scowled. After the frogs had finally all been safe behind jars, Snera had called him Wormie again. The last time, Leia had marched up and punched Snera in the face, but that had led to a quiet discussion with Aunt Beru about ‘propriate responses and being the bigger person. Aunt Beru had said to use words first, but Luke knew that Leia privately thought that some people just needed a good smack. Still, she’d promised Aunt Beru to try. Which meant ignoring Snera, even as he’d taunted Luke.

“Snera sucks.” Leia stretched a rubber band and snapped it across the room viciously. “You shouldn’t let it bother you.” She grabbed another rubber band airily, but Luke could tell she was worried about him. “He’s dumb.”

“Do you remember how much he cried when you yelled at him?” Luke reflected fondly. That had been a good day. Although Leia had nearly gotten suspended. But the twins had agreed in their debriefing later that it had been completely worth it.

Leia scoffed. “Like it was hard.” Luke scrunched his forehead; Leia always found the right words, almost too easily. Aunt Beru didn’t like it when she did that, though

Their conversation was interrupted by a thump at their door, with a gruff voice announcing, “Kids, wash up for dinner. Bring your grade cards.”

Luke met Leia’s eyes, trying not to gulp. He was toast. Uncle Owen sounded like he had had a long day too, probably cause of the hour-long meeting with the teacher the twins hadn’t been allowed in, although they had listened at the door (with no luck; they’d only caught stray words like final warning, whatever that meant). Luke’s card definitely wasn’t going to cheer Uncle Owen up. Their teacher might as well have scrawled a giant red frowny face instead of the grades.  

“We have to hide it,” Leia decided instantly.

“Then what do we say?” Luke hissed from the floor. “We just forgot it at school?”

“No, it blew away accidentally when we walked home,” Leia shot back with the I can’t believe I got a brother this stupid voice that Luke hated. “We’ll have to ask Miss Krandila for a new one. Maybe the test tomorrow will up your grade.”

Luke raised his head in shock. “We have a test tomorrow?!”

“Luke—”  

Before Leia could finish, another thump at the door sounded.

“Dinner time!” Uncle Owen’s voice said that they had better not be late.

Feeling like he was being led to the executioner, Luke squared his shoulders and followed Leia out the door. Aunt Beru was at the table, setting down dishes with a gentle clack as Uncle Owen fell into his seat, looking exhausted. Luke’s eyes narrowed. Uncle Owen seemed worn out, even more than usual. Leia poked him in the side. So she’d noticed too.

“Come, sit,” Aunt Beru smiled. “We have a lot to talk about.”

Uncle Owen shoveled food onto his plate. “Yes. We do.” Frowning over the edge of his plate, he said, “Had to talk to your teacher today. She said you two keep getting into trouble.”

Luke stared at his meal and muttered, “It wasn’t my fault.” Not this time, anyway.

“That’s what I told her.”

Both Luke’s and Leia’s head shot up. Leia chanced a glance at Luke, eyes wary.

Uncle Owen continued sternly. “You should have checked the jars. But this was an accident.” With a heavy look, “I expect you to check in the future, Luke.”

Luke nodded eagerly, misery lifting from his shoulders at the words. “I will!”

Leia didn’t smile, though. Gravely gazing at Uncle Owen, she asked, “What does final warning mean?”

Uncle Owen paused, shared a look with Aunt Beru, and said, “It doesn’t matter.”

“But—”

“It would only matter if you two were bad kids. And you aren’t.” Uncle Owen exhaled. “Too energetic for your own good, yes, but not bad.”

“Our teacher thinks we’re bad,” Leia said crisply, not breaking her gaze. It was a challenge.

“You let me worry about your teacher,” Uncle Owen responded, unruffled by Leia’s stare down. “You two just do your best to behave like you promised your aunt.” Face growing harsh, “Are we clear?”

“Yessir!” The twins chirped in unison. Luke prodded Leia under the table. You okay? Leia kicked him back. Yeah, idiot.

“Time to see your grades.”

Luke slumped. Oh, great.

After a beat of silence, Leia spoke with firm assurance. “Luke lost his card. We’ll have to show you tomorrow.” She looked up at Uncle Owen angelically over her blue milk. Luke watched, fascinated. Leia could be scarily good at whatever she set her mind to.  

Uncle Owen’s shaggy eyebrows shot up. His mouth tightened, and Luke braced himself, but then Aunt Beru spoke merrily.

“You know, I don’t think this is a good time for sharing grade cards anyway. It’s been a long day. Don’t you agree, Owen?”

Uncle Owen looked up and met Aunt Beru’s gaze while the twins watched in fascination. Aunt Beru’s eyes were dancing, and Uncle Beru inhaled, opened his mouth sternly, and then suddenly exhaled with all the fight slumping out of him at once.

“Your aunt is right.” With a hard look, “Tomorrow.”

Luke wanted to sigh in relief. Saved. Aunt Beru always came through. Leia kicked him again under the table gleefully then scraped her chair back with determination.

“We have a test tomorrow we have to study for.” She glanced at Luke, unimpressed. “Especially Luke.”

Humph. Luke guessed he deserved the callout, but also—

“Luke, are you coming?” Leia was already in the doorway, looking over her shoulder impatiently. “We have a lot to do.”

“Yeah,” Luke responded, muttering an excuse me and scampering over to join her. Even as the mournful prospect of studying all evening rose before, he found himself smiling as he heard his aunt and uncle clear the table behind him, talking in low tones.

Things were looking up. Contrary frogs, tests, and bullies might exist, but Luke had a sister, aunt, and uncle to help him face them all. He was basically unstoppable. Especially with Leia. Luke had yet to meet the person to outstubborn her. She’d probably rule the galaxy one day. Besides, even though he had a test, tomorrow was hot chocolate day at lunch. Tomorrow they might learn about frogs again too. Luke liked frogs.

He grinned at the thought as he joined Leia and skipped after her down the hall. Maybe life wasn’t so bad after all.

You know our society is fucked up when people seriously think being a criminal defense attorney is like. A moral evil. Like people seriously jump to “wow you defend murderers” as if the majority of “crime” that happens on a daily basis isn’t literally stuff like addicts being caught possessing drugs or homeless people being arrested for loitering or fucking poor women stealing food and clothes for their kids like… the average person is just one or two paychecks away from also being deemed a “criminal” by society but yeah sure you should definitely act like needing to be defended against the state makes you an automatically morally bad person

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPS.

thanks for the tag, @justadmiringanakin. i have so many projects in my mind right now; it's crazy. i don't think i can't tag as many people as i have WIPs, because i have somewhere upwards of 30-40. So, I'm eliminating all the ones that are just concepts.

the moon is high | anidala | modern au | scorned lovers | alcoholic!Padme and BPD!Anakin

people help the people | anakin skywalker | tatooine slavery | bury the past| slavery

plunge into the ocean and drown | anakin skywalker | obi-wan kenobi | blood(ied) brothers| drowning

filters of the late republic | in-universe analysis | worldbuilding | what happened to anakin skywalker?

people help the people (reprise)| rex | slavery | the nightmare lies in knowing | death to the republic

you can't choose to love(your children) me | anidala | pregnancy scare| relationships freeze, never burn

leave behind the prettiest corpse | anakin | assisted atttempted death | talking to your dead ghosts

wine and redesign | anakin | rex | ahsoka| trauma traumatizing| didn't your guardians hate you

i have a bunch of other ones, especially for my walk over the Force project, but these are the ones that have plot and story development.

tags (apologies if you do not want to be tagged): @clawedandcute, @kayedium-writes, @ineedausernamel829, @skyguygeneraltano, @justanauthor17, @ozvezdja, @padmeanddorme, @summer1012lemon

honestly, ask me about this. please send me asks about this. i love talking about my WIPs; the problem is writing them.

you know what would have been funny? i was busy thinking of some Imperial! Anidala AUs and there's one which just crossed my mind.

Imagine Padmé joins Vader on Mustafar, Vader beats Obi, and kills Sidious to take over. Vader tries to deepen his connection to the Dark Side as he and Padmé rule over the galaxy. Vader tries to portray himself as this evil, fearsome autocrat but is way too popular: he doesn't create the Death Star because neither he nor Padmé likes it, he abolishes slavery because duh, literally all of the clones (they don't get replaced) love him, he's still seen as the war hero, he's very handsome, and Padmé's presence + coregency mellows him out a lot. Padmé and his children are also there, and his love for them is wayyyyyy too much that he isn't nearly as evil and dark as he should be

Eventually, Vader comes to Padmé crying about how his connection to the Dark Side is weakening because of how much he loves her and the children and how he can't fuel his inner darkness anymore. He isn't really a Sith anymore and eventually Padmé convinces him to just let it go, renounce his darkness, and let the love flow through him so now he's just emperor anakin, former jedi and failed sith

emperor vader: suffering from success