#blob vader

[sinvulkt-art]

Blob Vader get BOOPED

Here is yet another gift to @cinderfeather as part of the Vaderkin Creative Exchange 2024, organised by @vaderkin-is-a-lightning-rod !!

I just love drawing silly blobs. And accidentally clicked on neon color while doing my shadowing. I loved the result so I kept it :3

[serenisastar]

Remus Lupin 🤝 Darth Vader (having names that just describe themselves in another language)

[hurtspideyparker]

Peter places an envelope on Tony's desk.

Tony looks up confused, "huh? What's that for?"

"It's for you," he points awkwardly at the plain blue envelope, held closed with a Darth Vader sticker.

"It's not my birthday kid." He snaps the protective face shield back down as he picks up his soldering iron, sparks flying as he gets back to work.

"I know that I, uh. It's from, it's for. It's yours. I gotta go, see you later Mr. Stark!" Peter hikes his backpack up tighter as he skips out of the lab.

Tony grunts in acknowledgement without looking up, eyes focused on the searing metal in front of him.

* * *

"Tony? I thought you were gonna have dinner with me after Peter left," Pepper saunters down into the workspace in a flattering pair of jeans and baby blue blouse.

"I was. I am. He left like five minutes ago," Tony waves at her without taking his eyes from the computer he's typing on.

"Happy drove him home two hours ago. Come, have a nice sit down meal with me." Pepper wraps her arms around his shoulders from behind, kissing the top of his head.

"I can have a sit down meal. I'm sitting right now, bring the carbonara down here and it'll be a proper date," Tony replies.

"Yeah, you me and your computer. How romantic. Tony, come upstairs- what's this?"

Tony glances up to see her holding a blue envelope.

"Uh, it's the kids."

Pepper flips it around, "it says To Mr. Stark From Peter on the back."

Tony just shrugs and goes back to typing on his computer.

The delicate glue of the sticker is undone under Pepper's sharp nails as she opens up the envelope and pulls something from inside.

"It's illegal to open someone else's mail y'know," Tony teases.

"Tony this- god you are such an asshole!" Pepper smacks Tony on the back of the head with the envelope.

"Ow! What the- what did I do now! I was just joking about the carbonara thing... mostly."

Tony finally meets Pepper's eyes of scorn. She tosses something in front of him with a huff.

"Tony, he even used a Darth Vader sticker. Do you know how adorably geeky and topical that is? You have got to start paying more attention to the living breathing people in front of you instead of your machines. Dinner is ready, please come upstairs."

Tony watches her leave as the clack of her heels fade away with every step. He's not sure what Darth Vader has to do with missing dinner, but he's quick to get up and start to follow.

He pauses before he makes it out the door, turning to finish the last line of code before he forgets the function. He pushes something off of his keyboard to type and press save.

Tony can't remember the last time he looked up from his work long enough to consume solid food. He's so ready to carb-load with some Italian food, turning away from the computer and blue envelope.

Tony's eyebrows furrow. Hm. Darth Vader sticker.

Tony turns back around and picks up the envelope from beside his keyboard.

This must be what the kid was yapping about earlier. Tony sticks his hand inside and finds a card, pulling it out.

"Father's Day it is," the front says in bold lettering with a picture of Yoda crudely hand-drawn with a sharpie and green highlighter. Tony flips it open, "celebrate you we must" is written in the middle of the page.

Below is a message in smaller writing; "Thank you for everything Mr. Stark, we wouldn't be here without you!" with a blob of sharpie that looks suspiciously like it's scribbled out a small heart, then signed "From Peter, Dum-E and U" each name written in their own unique handwriting.

"Friday, what day is it?"

"It is Sunday June 16th, also celebrated as Father's Day in countries such as the United States, Canada, and the UK."

Hm.

Tony stands there and stares at the card for longer than he'd ever admit before looking up at Dum-E.

"You help with this?" he asks, pointing at the card.

Dum-E chirps happily, twirling his claw around.

"Your hand writing's terrible."

* * *

Peter enters the lab slowly, an unsureness to him that's out of character.

It's Wednesday, his usual day for coming over to Tony's workshop. He hasn't heard anything from Tony since Sunday, not that he usually does. Still, the quietness has unnerved him. He's not sure what he was even expecting from his mentor; silence is probably the nicest response he could hope for after embarrassing himself like that.

"Hi Mr. Stark," he greets once he spots the older man sitting next to a complicated tangle of wires.

"Hey kid, can you go to the computer and run the command I have open for me?"

"Sure thing!" Peter says as he dumps his backpack onto the floor and jogs over.

The two get into an easy rhythm and Peter's practically forgotten why he was nervous in the first place when, "hey grab us some sodas will you," Mr. Stark asks him.

Peter walks up to the fridge in the corner of the room when he notices something new.

In the center of the silver metal lies a single piece of paper, stuck to the refrigerator with a plain magnet seemingly scrapped from some old hardware in the lab.

Tony has his Father's Day card displayed like some dorky parent whose kid got a half-decent report card, showcased on a fridge like a toddler's finger painted masterpiece.

It makes Peter so happy he can't wipe the stupid grin off his face the entire time he's grabbing sodas and delivering one to Tony.

The older hums a thanks without looking away from his project, but as Peter turns away Tony's own face contorts into a pleased smile all of his own.

The two share identical smiles all afternoon, hidden behind soda cans and computer screens.

[darthgloris]

2AM THOUGHTS #9: backshots with husband!Vader

It was no secret that Darth Vader had a strong personality. It was reflected in everything, from the way he walked with confidence to his assertive demeanour, which was not aided by his intimidating posture, his towering height and his breastplate that accentuated his broad shoulders and ample chest. And as the packaging advertises, when it comes to his husbandly duties he's nothing short of a menace.

He is possessive, and he is dominant, and he takes you with this raw, animalistic lust that is unmatched in anything else he does.

You knew that he loved and appreciated you greatly, even if he expressed it in his own way, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't like how rough he was with you. He'd have you sobbing and screaming his name so loud that it'd travel through the walls and reach the ears of whoever was nearby, showing them who you belonged to. He loved to fuck you from behind, that was when he was the most rough.

"Vader..." you howled, fingers gripping at the white sheets stained with your drool. The sound of his skin banging roughly with yours had him pawing at the meat of your ass as growls and groans of pleasure rumbled from his throat.

His thrusts made your eyes roll to the back of your head, mewls and whines falling from your lips with strings and blobs of saliva. He tangled his fingers in your curls and gripped at the roots of your hair, pressing your face into the mattress and tilting his hips to pound into you impossibly deeper and harder. The new angle made you almost scream and you clawed at the sheets, just like you did on his back when he'd fuck you face to face.

"You wanna wake up the whole ship?" He growled, leaning forward to clamp his hand over your mouth, muffling your cries. "Yeah? You want everyone to hear who fucks you this good?"

He pulled out to slap his cock on your folds, rubbing the tip up and down your wet slit. You whimpered at the teasing, which turned into a loud moan when he intruded your entrance once again with a sharp thrust. He started grunting and growling, his noises synchronized with your own as the surface of his thighs slapped against your ass.

His breath began shuddering, indicating his impending orgasm. His pace doubled in speed, now moaning and groaning as he chased his high. He pressed your face into the pillow and pinned your arm behind your back to get better leverage and jackhammered into you, his hips now curling forward as he hissed in pleasure. He threw his head back and let out a loud groan as he shot his thick spurts of cum into you, crumbling on top of you while weakly rutting into you in an attempt to push his cum deeper into you.

His weight on your back managed to push you over the edge, flooding around his cock. A soft moan fell from his lips as he felt your cum and he pressed a small kiss to your shoulder in appreciation and sighed, trying to catch his breath. "You did so good, took my cock so good..."

[chiarrara]

was talking to my dad about the JJK ending (and how much i loved it), and how gojo is obviously meant to be the "wise old (flawed) mentor" character, and how that character's role in the narrative is to die (usually because of their primary flaw), and that the young mentee protagonist is meant to overcome their weakness and correct their mistakes, and how that's such a prevalent trope in shounen and adventure fiction in general so I can't believe people don't see it, and I was gonna compare him to *TW HARRY POTTER MENTION* Dumbledore, but before I could even get there my dad said:

"yeah, like Obi-Wan"

and so many things became clear to me. JJK is just like Star Wars u guys.

Gojo? Obi-Wan. Geto? Anakin. Yuuji? Luke. Sukuna? Palpatine..kinda. Kenjaku kinda Vader? I guess? Megumi is also kinda Anakin/Vader.

It's not perfect, but like. the everything rhymes, the cycle repeats, the Luke reaching out to Vader when Obi-Wan failed with Anakin. Like seriously it's so similar.

Also HP like Sukuna dying as a blob. Voldemort dying as a mortal man, not getting this big fanfare death. Like, so much of fiction echoes each other but my point is basically, this is such a pure genre work of fiction. It's pure shounen battle manga, pure action/adventure fiction, pure (not)space opera. Damn even with the fucky family bloodline shit like.

Idk was very cool to make the connections for my lil brain

[spell-cleaver]

Portrait of an Empire

Angstober

Day 1: Again

Luke’s face was apparently an artist’s nightmare. Sheev hadn’t expected it, but with the number of unsatisfactory family portraits he’d received over the years where the boy’s face was a shapeless mass rather than a pleasant likeness, he was forced to acknowledge it.

That did not mean accept it, of course. Many portrait artists had died for this.

It had got to the point once that he’d considered switching the annual family portrait tradition to holograms instead. But… It was a tradition on Naboo for them to be done in oils. Holograms were cheap, easy, although professionals were still needed to make them look suitably impressive. Oil painting was an expensive rarity.

Nonetheless, it was expensive in patience as well as in credits. As Sheev watched this painter frown over the blob of Luke’s face, scenting panic in the Force like blood in the water, he privately thought that all those decades in politics had actually been training for this. The Sith waited. It was all they had done for years. But the Sith had won, now, and Sheev was tired of waiting.

Even if he recognised that in some cases, it was necessary.

As they walked out of the artist’s studio, still wearing all their velvet finery, Sheev glanced sideways at his grandson. Luke looked deep in thought, his brow puckered, his lips drawn in a tight line. His hands gripped his cane tightly, pulling Sheev’s gaze up the length of his frame, to the stiff back, the trembling fingers, the tense shoulders.

Vader was ahead, holding the automatic door open for the both of them. He had eyes only for his son, of course. Sheev blocked his view of him, stepping in front of Luke to put out a hand and place it on Luke’s atop his cane. Sheev’s own cane felt heavy in his left hand as he did.

“How goes your work with the magnates?” Sheev asked.

Luke glanced up at him, blue eyes cold and still as the undisturbed mountain lake beside the Sheev estate on Naboo, long since cleared of fish and wildlife. Pain pinched his cheeks—constant pain, wrought by his old injury, Sheev knew but did not dwell on.

“Well,” Luke said. “But none of them want to listen to me.”

“Then make them listen to you.”

“I’m trying.” Luke’s tone was not amused.

Sheev wasn’t either. He disliked the feeling in his chest and set it aside, like he always had on his path to greatness. Feelings fade. Power remains. “Try harder. You have enormous resources at your disposal. Use them, and they dare not argue with you.”

It wasn’t that Sheev had any intention of dying. The aim of the Sith was immortality. He was the greatest Sith of all time—he did not delude himself with humility—and knew he was fast on the path of discovering that secret for himself. That Luke was the Imperial Prince, and his nominal heir, therefore meant nothing; if Sheev was indeed around for the rest of eternity, there would be no need for Luke to learn how to deal with the pettiness of politics for himself.

But he needed to learn anyway. Sheev was a Sith. He did not protect anyone, so Luke would have to learn to protect himself.

That started with figuring out how to bend a handful of petty magnates to his will. Once he had accomplished that, and acquired the doonium they needed from their mines, Sheev would introduce Luke to what they would use it for. The Imperial Academy, with its emphasis on military rigours, had taught Luke the traditional methods of Imperial enforcement. The Death Star was the future of it.

Luke was not ready yet. But he would be.

He’d averted his gaze, though. Sheev wondered how much his back was hurting him. He’d been forced to stand for two hours for that portrait, but his shields were blast doors, and no whisper of pain slipped out to stain the Force. If nothing else, Luke was resilient, for a nineteen-year-old.

Sheev put on a grandfatherly sigh to set him at ease. He would get nothing from him if he were this tense. “Try again,” he advised, trying to set his tone kindlier. “How goes your training?”

Luke glanced at his father over Sheev’s shoulder. “Poorly.”

Sheev gritted his teeth. “Try again there, then. A Sith does not relent.”

“No,” Luke agreed. He sidestepped his grandfather and kept walking. Sheev turned to watch him go.

Such disobedience. Sometimes, Sheev doubted Luke’s usefulness at all. Especially with how Vader now watched Sheev, ready to turn to violence if he thought it necessary. It should be exhilarating, having an apprentice so ready to betray him, but there was no finesse to it. It, like everything else in his victory, was boring.

Behind them, Sheev heard the artist curse. No doubt he was painting over Luke’s face, again and again, trying to get the shapes right.

He could live for now. They’d had him for five years, and he was the one who did the best job, unfortunately, even if it came slowly and painfully. But still, Sheev hesitated when he walked back to his throne room, red guards following him like bloody shadows, and paused in front of the previous year’s portrait.

Himself, clad in his usual black robe, seated regally on a throne. Vader, loomed behind him, almost impossible to pick out at first glance against the dark drapery behind them. And Luke, his scarlet jacket a blood smear on black velvet, his hair the burnished gold trim. His face was pale and tight. Every year, his face was pale and tight.

Every year, in every painting, Luke looked unhappier.

Artists were pathetic. By now, they should have Luke’s face burned on the inside of their eyelids, but still this was the best they could do.

[space-blue]

I watched the 3 season 3 TBB episodes and it's all again tying to Palpatine clones! And I am. Upset!! That EVERYTHING must now tie in to the Palpy clones because Disney just could not take the L on the "somehow Palpatine returned" meme.

So it's all about project necromancer, just like Mando all ended up being about cloning and Grogu's M count, and Kenobi had to rip JFO's entire ending to show us from Jedi in amber... I hate that it feels like a curse over anything coming out in this time period. Most importantly : it is SO boring.

Why must Disney ruin the punch and twist of its shows, when they could tell original stories? You want to engage us into dark sithly biddings?

GIVE US A GAME!!

If everything has to be about Palpatine doing necro shit keeping dead jedi in vats and using their blood to splice a force sensitive clone, then let me play that!

Give us a game in which

I do force sensitive children hunting!

Blood resource management!

Building evil bases across systems!

Sending minions (like Cad Bane or custom made inquisitors) on child kidnapping quests!

Let me build genetic facilities and unlock genetic and dark force skill trees! Let me do Sith factorio!!

Passing bills and racketeering entire systems to help fund my dark deeds!

Let me build up and repair Vader's amour, customize it, so he can go on more dangerous missions and harvest more force sensitives and rogue Jedi!

Chose the right dialogue to brainwash my inquisitors!

Have rebellion crushing minigames, and risk of losing precious DNA sources and rarefied Kaminoan cloning specialtists!

Let me give birth to deformed blobs that scream in pain and die, until I manage to craft the first Snoke!!

Let me play a Dark Sith Cloning Sim!! Let me be dark and fucked up!!!

Now that would be engaging and fun, and that would leave space for stories to be told during the empire and post empire eras that don't revolve around Palpatine's deals.

Of course it's 2D pixel art BTW.

[high-infidelity-series]

Illicit Affairs - Chapter 10

A week later, on her way home, Zeus texts her a Fatesbook link to a video Aphrodite apparently recorded that day. In it, Hades storms into Hera’s office at the Marriage Bureau, slams the door behind him, and slaps a manila envelope onto her desk. A vicious argument proceeds…so vicious that Aphrodite had to cut the video a few times. By the time it’s done, an hour has passed on the clock. Hades marches out of Hera’s office, papers in hand; Hera, lighting up a cigarette, digs deep in her desk for her bottle of emergency vodka, and casually flips Aphrodite’s camera the bird without looking up.

Zeus allows her enough time to notice and watch the video, and then texts a gif of Emperor Palpatine laughing.

Purple Pain In My Ass: Very well done, my young apprentice.

Persephone grins, and sends him a gif of Darth Vader saying, ‘Now I am the master.’

Purple Pain In My Ass: Ooh, that’s sexy. Say that with a riding crop next time I come over.

Me: Okay, quit trying to sext me, your son is here to serve me new divorce papers.

Purple Pain In My Ass: Which one?

Me: Hermes

Purple Pain In My Ass: Oh, he’s fine, just tell him I fucked his mom and he’ll laugh.

Hermes looks about ready to cry. “Pers, I’m so sorry…”

“Don’t be, this probably takes my alterations into account.” When he’s still glum even after she hugs him, she sighs. “I have some leftover pizza, and a bad horror movie. You want to come inside?”

He perks up immediately at the mention of food, just as she thought he would. “Really?”

“Yeah, it’s been a while since we’ve had a movie night.”

“Sweet!”

While he situates himself on the couch, Persephone microwaves some popcorn, and silently takes her phone out.

Me: Your son is sleeping on my couch tonight.

Purple Pain In My Ass: Okay, I won’t go downstairs.

Me: Wait, you’re HERE?!? Like, RIGHT NOW?!?

Purple Pain In My Ass: Yep.

Me: I thought you were sleeping at your place tonight!

Purple Pain In My Ass: Well, I was going to, but my mattress sucks and yours is so soft…

Me: You can literally make a soft mattress out of clouds.

Purple Pain In My Ass: I can also make a beautiful woman out of clouds, but I can’t make her warm…

Persephone rolls her eyes, and peers out of the kitchen at Hermes, who is already starting to doze where he sits in front of the looping DVD menu.

Me: Okay, you can stay. But you need to disguise yourself.

Purple Pain In My Ass: No sooner said than done!

He sends a picture of himself in the form of a bearded dragon, once again in the ‘draw me like one of your nymphs’ pose, his tongue flicking cheekily.

Me: ARE YOU TRYING TO SEDUCE ME IN THE FORM OF A LIZARD?!?!?

Purple Pain In My Ass: Is it working?

Me: THE ONLY REASON YOU ARE NOT SLEEPING ON THE COUCH IS THAT YOUR SON IS CURRENTLY THERE!

Purple Pain In My Ass: So it IS working!

Me: SHUT UP. I am going to watch The Blob with my friend, and I am going to pass out in my recliner.

Purple Pain In My Ass: Oh, sweet, I can sleep diagonally in the bed!

Me: You are a MENACE TO SOCIETY!!!

Zeus sends a laughing emoji that is sticking out its tongue, and then waits a few minutes. Persephone has given Hermes the bowl of popcorn and started the movie before he texts again.

Purple Pain In My Ass: In all seriousness, Seph, have fun. I’ll see you in the morning.

Without thinking, she replies.

Me: I love you.

As soon as she sends the text, she freaks out, trying to find a way to delete it…but no, he’s already read it, and there’s an ellipsis there that means he’s replying. She types out a postscript that reads *as a friend, then deletes it because it’s not true. She tries *no pressure, we can just keep things casual if you want, and almost sends it…but then, the ellipsis disappears as Zeus sends his reply.

Purple Pain In My Ass: gods, Seph, I love you too.

…

Purple Pain In My Ass: what are we going to do?

Her heart is hammering. She glances at Hermes, who has taken up the entire length of her couch, and has fallen asleep with his hand still inside the popcorn bowl.

Me: …I don’t know. But, I’m…gosh, I don’t know. I want to be more than…whatever we are, but the timing is all wrong, and…I don’t know.

…

Me: I do love you, though. And I’m insanely happy that you love me back.

…

Purple Pain In My Ass: I do. But yeah, you’re right. The timing’s off. But we have all the time in the world to figure out what this is going to be, so don’t pressure yourself too much, okay?

Me: …right back at you, Grape Juice.

…

Purple Pain In My Ass: Excuse me, WHAT did you just call me?

Persephone snickers; she so rarely gets him on his backfoot that she has to savor it while she can.

Me: Grape Juice! Because you’re purple, and sweet, and very tasty.

Purple Pain In My Ass: All true things, I grant you, but I think I’d prefer a different name.

Me: Okay, so Juicy Zeusy?

Purple Pain In My Ass: I want a divorce.

Me: Zeusy-woosy?

Purple Pain In My Ass: Scratch that, I want a fight. Get your ass up here and say that to my face, PINKY.

Me: I could never hurt a pregnant man!

Purple Pain In My Ass: And you won’t~! Because I’m going to KICK YOUR CANDY ASS!

Me: You wish.

…

Me: Good night, Zeus. I love you.

Grape Juice: I love you too, Seph.

***

The next morning, Persephone goes upstairs for a shower, and Zeus is nowhere to be seen. The bed has been made, and the window is open, so she assumes that he decided to go home during the night.

Then she goes into the closet, and one purple hand beckons from behind her hanging dresses.

As soon as she gets close enough, the hand takes hers by the wrist and gently pulls it through her clothes to rest upon his abdomen. “Sh, wait,” Zeus murmurs from his hiding place. “He’ll start up again in a moment.”

Persephone waits…and then she feels the movement, a slight twitching sensation from within Zeus’ belly. Tears prick at her eyes; so this is why he insisted on visiting again so soon.

“You said it’s a boy?”

“Yep, and an active one at that. I didn’t feel Dio move even close to this early.” Zeus laughs, a soft, fond, paternal sort of laugh that she’s never heard from him before. “Artemis says he’s healthy, and that I did a good job with the transplant.”

“You chose Artemis as your midwife?”

“She’s more experienced with less-than-traditional deliveries than Eileithyia, so yes. I told her I’m doing this as a favor for a friend, and she agreed to be discreet.”

Persephone ventures through the hangers to hug Zeus fully, her head resting just under his chin. “Thank you; I’ve missed him. I’ve missed you.”

For the space of a few heartbeats, he just holds her, nuzzling the top of her head. “Did you mean it?” he asks at last. “What you said last night…do you really love me?” He asks this like he’s holding his breath on her answer, like he is both daring to hope and scared out of his mind.

Persephone inhales the smell of his cologne before she answers. “Did you mean what you said back? Or did you just say it because I said it first?”

“…gods, Seph, I…”

“Hey, Pers!” Hermes’ voice trickles through the closed closet door. “Is it okay if I take a shower?”

Persephone sighs, and raises her voice just enough for him to hear her. “Go ahead! Get your own towel from the linen closet in the bathroom!”

“Will do, thanks!”

The bathroom door shuts a few moments later, and Persephone pulls away, catching Zeus’ gray gaze. “I’ve had feelings for you for a while,” she admits frankly, feeling her hair starting to bud with oak blossoms. “But I didn’t want to say anything, because…I don’t know, I could just be experiencing a very, very bad rebound, and I didn’t want to hurt you by saying something I’d end up taking back in the end.”

He smiles sadly down at her. “It’d be all right if that was the case; I’ve hurt so many, it would only be fair…”

She shuts that noise up by throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him soundly. “I don’t want to hurt you, stupid. I really do love you.”

Zeus smiles again, and it’s like a thousand years of hurts and worries melt from his face. “I love you too,” he replies, beaming, and holds her tight.

They remain that way for a long while, their heartbeats in each other’s ears, the subtle movement of their son between them.

Persephone pensively twists a lock of his hair between her fingers. “I guess I have to get you a key to the apartment…or a key to your place? I’ve never been over there.”

“It’s probably best to wait on keys until after your divorce is final. But, if you want to come over to my place…” Zeus thinks, humming into her hair. “I can throw a wild gender-reveal party and invite you.”

“…how wild?”

The grin she feels against her head is utterly mad. “Wild.”

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[eriexplosion]

5 6 7 10 for Star Wars violence 👀

OKAY TIME FOR THE VIOLENCE (I don't know how actually violent these opinions are but pretend I am Very Vicious)

5. Worst blorboficiation?

sdfsdifj REGRETTABLY... OBI-WAN.... I love the man but fandom characterizations definitely show some Popular Guy Character Syndrome where it's all about how sad and tormented he is and while I respect that as a lover of tormented men, it is certainly an experience when you're like, reading a CodyWan fic and Cody is comforting Obi-Wan through his tragic past like he's never gone through anything difficult in his life. Also some of Obi-Wan's fun edges are sanded off, he's more generically sassy but considerate of others feelings and kind, etc, and like. He's not UNkind. But this is a man that faked his death and did not tell his emotionally unstable best friend like that was going to do anything but drive Anakin absolutely batshit insane. He watched like ten clones in a row die without a reaction and then the instant a Jedi died they all had to stop for a funeral. He tried to get Luke to kill Vader WITHOUT telling him who he was. He's kind of an idiot and can be kind of an asshole. Let him hurt people's feelings! Let him be socially inept! He is a dipshit not a harmless weep blob!

(This ties in with my desire to see CodyWan fic where they straight up get in a fight but is not ENTIRELY connected to that)

6. Opinion on canon and/or fanon use of the secret child trope? Discuss.

It works for Luke and Leia and I think it should have stayed at that. I'm not a big fan of the Palpatine reveal for Rey but I didn't want her to be a Skywalker either, sometimes you want a main that is Just Some Guy, doesn't need to be a secret child of anyone. In fanon I just REALLY do not like it, partially because it's plugging in a blood relation where it doesn't need to be. The other part is that I have mostly seen it for Obi-Wan and Satine with that Korkie kid and with how utterly repressed those two are at each other I refuse to believe they ever successfully fucked.

7. What is the weakest piece of canon writing?

It feels like cheating to say the sequel trilogy mostly because I never finished it so a thing that I definitely finished and loved but makes no sense - AOC is not the strongest movie but ROTS was like, fully just a series of cool scenes stitched together to approximate a movie. And don't get me wrong, I adore the prequels. But the only one that I think succeeds as a Movie is TPM. ANAKIN'S FALL ESPECIALLY IS NONSENSICAL AS SHIT. Like the underlying motivations are there but they were not pieced into anything resembling a coherent narrative. You have a start point, an end point, and everything in between just kind of jumps around with I think the weakest point being the Tusken Massacre - it's treated more like a sign of Anakin's potential darkness than anything when like. That's a whole village. He killed a whole village and it never comes up again! Lucas apparently didn't consider it that big a deal!

It's to a point where I actually think the massacre can't be addressed from a fully in universe perspective, because there's no actual way to twist it around so that it makes sense for that not to be enough to Make Anakin Fall without breaking the already very loose rules of the universe. Most other Star Wars points I can figure out some kind of justification for how it works in world, but to explain how Anakin wouldn't fall here you just have to kind of confront that Lucas is both not a very good writer and also approached the Tuskens with an incredibly racist viewpoint given that he doesn't appear to see their deaths as fully Counting, unlike the Jedi younglings in ROTS. It's a plot choice that, if treated with the full weight it would narratively deserve, completely unravels the entire rest of the series, the only way to make the storyline of everything else WORK is to take it out or change it so much as to be an entirely different scenario, and I can't think of any other things that fuck it up THAT bad.

10. What’s a ship you've unwillingly come around to?

I think 'unwillingly' is overstating it (but then I rarely DISLIKE a ship, so there's usually not much Unwillingly about it) but I thought Tech/Phee was cute at most until everyone started being Like That about them. Now I want them to kiss and get married onscreen. I hope that she hits that every night. Phee deserves whatever she wants.

Also Anakin/Padme probably counts because I did not actually go into the clone wars watch WANTING to love Anakin but Whoops. WHOOPS. So that meant I got An Affection for the two of them in all their messy stupid as shit glory.

[comebackali]

Darth Vader (2020) Issue #15

i love him sm he's so blob shaped and ominous and cryptic and creepy. he makes me *gulp* too ❤️

[ethereal-maia]

Saw your reblog; have you seen Star Wars? Cuz I’ve been hyperfixated on it and if you want me to I can explain (in excruciating detail this franchise has taken over my brain lol)

oh lmao I saw the first three when I was like 9 and haven’t watched them since (like. the ones where uh. oh I completely forgot never mind all I know is Luke and Leia are related, obi wan kenobi is dead (?) and he’s also gay (?) and darth Vader wore a mask because he had like scarring? And he’s luke and Leias dad and uh there was a fight scene in spaceships? And Harrison ford is that guy who is a rogue and lives with chewbacca in another spaceship. And there’s a guy who’s also a blob named jabba the hut and a girl named Rey and this guy named anakin and he’s like a red darth vader?

I’m so confused actually most of what I know is through the typical American osmosis knowledge of Star Wars.

[sinvulkt-art]

Some blob doodles I made.

Padawan Anakin

Anakin and Ahsoka being gremlins to Obi-Wan's despair

Vader vs Luke

Palpating throwing lightning on Vader

Ahsoka in front of a captured!Vader (what can I say, I love that AU :3)

[souhaillaghchimdev]

Sentiment Analysis AI Programming

Sentiment analysis, a subfield of Natural Language Processing (NLP), focuses on identifying and extracting subjective information from text. It helps determine the emotional tone behind words, making it a valuable tool for businesses, social media monitoring, and market research. In this post, we'll explore the fundamentals of sentiment analysis programming, popular techniques, and how to build your own sentiment analysis model.

What is Sentiment Analysis?

Sentiment analysis involves categorizing text into positive, negative, or neutral sentiments. It leverages algorithms to interpret and classify emotions expressed in written content, such as reviews, social media posts, and feedback.

Key Applications of Sentiment Analysis

Brand Monitoring: Track public perception of brands through social media analysis.

Customer Feedback: Analyze product reviews and customer support interactions to improve services.

Market Research: Gauge consumer sentiment about products, trends, and competitors.

Political Analysis: Analyze public sentiment during elections or major political events.

Content Recommendation: Improve recommendation engines based on user sentiments.

Popular Libraries for Sentiment Analysis

NLTK (Natural Language Toolkit): A powerful Python library for text processing and sentiment analysis.

TextBlob: A user-friendly library for processing textual data, including sentiment analysis.

VADER: A rule-based sentiment analysis tool optimized for social media texts.

Transformers (Hugging Face): Offers pre-trained models for state-of-the-art sentiment analysis.

spaCy: An efficient NLP library that can be used for custom sentiment analysis tasks.

Example: Sentiment Analysis with TextBlob

from textblob import TextBlob # Sample text text = "I love programming with Python! It's so much fun and easy to learn." # Create a TextBlob object blob = TextBlob(text) # Get sentiment polarity polarity = blob.sentiment.polarity if polarity > 0: print("Positive sentiment") elif polarity < 0: print("Negative sentiment") else: print("Neutral sentiment")

Advanced Techniques for Sentiment Analysis

Machine Learning Models: Train classifiers using algorithms like SVM, Random Forest, or neural networks.

Deep Learning: Use LSTM or Transformer-based models to capture context and sentiment from large datasets.

Aspect-Based Sentiment Analysis: Analyze sentiments related to specific aspects of products or services.

Data Preparation for Sentiment Analysis

Data Collection: Gather text data from sources like social media, reviews, or forums.

Data Cleaning: Remove noise (punctuation, stop words) and normalize text (lowercasing, stemming).

Labeling: Assign sentiment labels (positive, negative, neutral) for supervised learning.

Challenges in Sentiment Analysis

Contextual understanding can be difficult; sarcasm and irony often lead to misinterpretation.

Domain-specific language or jargon may not be captured effectively by generic models.

Sentiment expressed in images or videos is harder to analyze than text alone.

Conclusion

Sentiment analysis is a powerful tool that enables businesses and researchers to gain insights into public opinion and emotional responses. By leveraging NLP techniques and machine learning, you can build systems that understand and classify sentiments, providing value in numerous applications. Start experimenting with the tools and techniques mentioned above to unlock the potential of sentiment analysis in your projects!

[stealingpotatoes]

I really like how you draw Luke's black top. I know the white lines are to show the detail but they make great accents

thank you!!! honestly all-black outfits are my favourite thing to draw in my comic style bc they're so easy to draw. thank you star wars for having so many characters like that 🙏

[nintenderniere]

Who’s your favourite anakin? Is it rat tail Padawan aotc Anakin? Is it mullet anakin? Is it angry crying alone in his room anakin? Is it Darth Vader? Is it samurai jack Anakin? Is it 3D pixel Anakin? I’ll go first, my personal favourites are tiny baby fetus anakin and that one Eldritch version of Anakin from the Vader comics.

[stormkobra-5]

Fett’s Resolve: The House of Fett Poster

Darkness is easier to fall into

Rather than struggling toward the light

But shadow will eventually destroy you

Whereas warm sunshine is worth the fight

———

“Don’t do it, Jay,” Poe begged, mentally rather than vocally. He would not beg in front of Ren.

“Join me,” Kylo Ren offered his hand to you. An extension of what could be an easy alliance between old friends. He gave the illusion that he cared for you. “We can rule the galaxy. Side-by-side. Like we were meant to.”

You glanced back and forth between them. Ren was unblocked, easily accessible, and behind him was the pitch blackness of the vacant temple corridors, lit by intermittent falling sparks and melting blobs of metal and stone.

And Poe, cut off from you by a wall of fire, watched anxiously, almost a silhouette from how brightly the midday sunshine streamed into the broken wall behind him.

You could destroy Ren. Here and now. But you couldn’t. You couldn’t and you wouldn’t, despite all of his atrocities. He still had your brother’s face, his voice. But he was Ben Solo no longer.

The choice was easy.

You raced for the barrier of searing flames, refusing to face the Sith Lord.

Poe would be there to catch you and save you from burning on the other side.

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