Well friends, she’s finished!! This was such a ride– hope y'all enjoy it and do let me know what you think!
Summary: Syril loves Dedra and Dedra loves Syril, but only one of them can say it out loud. This will cause absolutely no problems for them whatsoever. Probably. (Set against the lyrics of Jim Steinman and Meat Loaf’s “Bat Out of Hell” album, because there are no rules and I can do whatever I want.)
i think because of the whole “writers write for themselves” notion that’s becoming increasingly popularized, people forget that we still thrive off interaction and kindness. i write for myself but kudos and comments and bookmarks and really any sort of interaction with my fics genuinely motivates me to keep writing and keep sharing my works.
I love being a writer because nothing beats the emotional whiplash of going from “this line could win awards” to “this entire chapter reads like I typed it with my elbows.” The duality keeps me humble… and mildly unhinged.
I used to see this image all the time in December but now literally nobody cares. We as a society have forgotten him. All he wanted was to offer us a nice treat and what did we do? We abandoned him. Hell has taken refuge in our hearts and its fires have burned to ash all warmth and love. We should be ashamed.
Returning to tumblr after a week+ of being fully disconnected from pretty much everything and remembering that i have fics to write, comments to respond to, etc. etc.
Dedra Meero’s parents are never arrested and she is never taken by the Kinderblock. Instead, she grows into one of the Outer Rim’s most notorious thieves, known for stealing valuable equipment from imperial and corporate authority alike.
When her latest heist turns out to be a trap, Dedra is forced to come face to face with Syril Karn: the corporate security officer who has been obsessively hunting her for years.
But as Syril questions Dedra on her ties to anti-Imperial activity, the two discover they aren’t so different afterall. There is an inexplicable connection neither of them can deny. Just as Syril begins to re-think everything he knows about Dedra and the very Empire itself, she escapes custody on Morlana One and flees to Coruscant. Although the blunder costs Syril his job, he can’t help but seek Dedra Meero one last time…
The delicious smell of homemade cake fills the neighborhood. Where is it coming from? Well, from Syril and Dedra’s house, of course! They are a perfectly normal couple living in a perfectly normal home, where the kitchen is always filled with a perfectly normal number of knives. He bakes the cake and she cuts it into perfectly symmetrical pieces. “More caf??”
This collage is made up of screenshots from Andor, Denise’s behind-the-scenes posts on Instagram, Marrowbone (2017), and vintage print ads for cake mixes and kitchen knives from the 1950s 😉
