#On the Savage Side

[aforcedelire]

Du côté sauvage, Tiffany McDaniel

Coup de cœur 🖤

Arc et Daffy sont deux jumelles qui vivent au bord de la rivière, à Chillicothe dans l’Ohio, et qui n’ont pas une vie franchement saine. Élevées par leur mamie Milkweed jusqu’à leur neuf ans, elles retournent avec leur mère et leur tante, dans une maison délabrée et hantée par la dépendance : celle de leurs parents à l’héroïne et aux seringues, celle des hommes à la violence. Ensemble, Arc et Daffy fuient leur quotidien et les araignées à coup d’imagination débordante nourrie des récits de leur grand-mère. Devenue adulte, Arc lutte toujours avec ses souvenirs lorsque l’on découvre le corps d’une femme noyée dans la rivière. Et bientôt, les cadavres s’accumulent.

Cette sensation particulière de flottement et de perte quand tu refermes un roman que tu as adoré, qui t’a transportée, transpercée... D’abord, quelle joie de renouer et retrouver l’écriture de Tiffany McDaniel, son lyrisme, sa beauté et sa brutalité ! De faire la connaissance de nouveaux personnages, d’assister à des nouveaux chemins de vie pas toujours glorieux. Du côté sauvage est un chef-d’œuvre, un coup de (au) cœur, une histoire au souffle romanesque puissant, qui se picore et se dévore, où on prend son temps et où n’a plus le temps. Je l’ai trouvé très dur : la vie d’Arc et Daffy, leur dépendance, la violence dans laquelle elles ont grandi, les hommes-araignées qui prennent tout sans demander, parce qu’ils le veulent et qu’ils le peuvent, leur mère et leur tante qui ne sont plus que les fantômes de ce qu’elles étaient… Les 700 pages sont intenses, un mélange onirique et cauchemardesque. Et savoir que Tiffany McDaniel s’est inspirée d’une série de crimes non élucidés donne un aspect encore plus fascinant à ce roman déjà fort puissant. Je n’ai pas forcément tous les bons mots pour décrire mon ressenti, mais qu’est-ce que c’était bien ! Quelle claque !

18/02/2024 - 02/03/2024

[desdasiwrites]

– Tiffany McDaniel, On the Savage Side

[thecmaly]

harem squad said deal's off folks

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more windbreaker comics

[wombywoo]

winter ❄️⛄

[lilibetbombshell]

[katerinaaqu]

I love it how everyone is so hyping over how sweet and romantic Achilles is or even his anger issues and rage but...can we all like talk more on how obsessed that kid was with human sacrifice?

I mean...he sacrifices 12 Trojans to the funeral pyre of Patroclus (and two of his dogs) and then demands Polyxena as his human sacrifice...

I feel no one remembers these 12 Trojans! Poor guys!

Patroclus from the afterlife be like: Dude...no!

[izzystizzys]

“ - but have you ever considered, I don’t know, not sucking all the time? Just a thought.”

It takes the combined grips of Nuisance and Hound to keep the wriggling, snarling body beneath Fox from throwing him off its back. With three years’ practice of having to fix his own rickety desk chair over and over again, the movement merely ruffles the proverbial fringe on his helmet.

“And I don’t mean that as an insult, necessarily. Well, I do a little bit. But also I have some amount of empathy for the no doubt immense amounts of trauma that had to go into the creation of something so dysfunctional as you, on a very personal level, so have you considered going to the root of that in a way that’s like… useful? Instead of wasting it all on kriffing Kenobi, I mean. Look at the guy. All he does all day is drink tea and commit warcrimes. I bet he knits for fun. Bit of an embarrassing nemesis, don’t you think?”

“I”, says Kenobi, then pauses. The space between his eyebrows is creased with uncertainty, and he looks deeply torn between continuing rocking the shaking Duchess of Mandalore against his chest from his corner of the throne room and re-activating his lightsaber to continue losing his fight against the Darksider Fox is currently sitting on. “I feel like I should object to some part of that, but I’m not entirely clear on what. Or how this happened, again. Isn’t Mandalore a few star systems from your purview, Commander?”

“Probably the warcrimes”, mutters Nuisance underneath his strained breath.

“About as far from my supposed assignment as yours, General”, says Fox a little louder.

Kenobi twitches. Fox cannot claim to know which of them does it. Both, maybe. Probably.

“I will - taste - your - flesh!”, heaves out Darth Maul, snarling and hissing.

“Oooh, kinky!”, calls Grids, from the corner where she’s got her stun-setting aimed at the other Zabrak, currently passed out cold. Fox sighs deeply. He knew he shouldn’t have taken those three - any combination of Grids, Hound and Nuisance in a room together usually spelled chaos.

Unfortunately, it also spelled competence. The Basic alphabet can be funny that way.

The point being: as of some months into the war, one of Fox’s assigned tasks is the surveillance of all GAR-wide communication. All command-class staff theoretically got that memo, but no one seems to have read the fine print where that includes both professional and personal communication, as well as any and all comm devices registered or suspected to be registered to that person. Especially not one Anakin Skywalker and Padmé Amidala.

The point further being, if that sounds both immensely impractical and sort of terrifying in a democratic supposedly non-surveillance state, you’d be bang on the credits, and to Fox’ eternal chagrin the singular person in this whole useless army who’s spent the second of thinking necessary for that conclusion.

The final point being, when one frantic General’s mad dash across the Galaxy to rescue his teenage sweetheart from the spectre of his supposedly dead nemesis crosses his desk on its way to the Chancellor’s inbox, it doesn’t take much time for him to block any and all trace of it across the digital space of the GAR commboard and take matters into his own hands.

“ - which is why I told Thorn to suck it up and be in charge for a few days, and also why you’re still alive, your Highness, very welcome, was no trouble at all”, he concludes, drily. The Duchess stares the wide-eyed look of someone attempting to reconcile clones with ‘sentience’ or perhaps ‘personality’ in her head, but won’t say it outright.

Or the look of someone who’s just been violently overthrown and nearly murdered, perhaps, Fox allows.

“Um -“, Kenobi hedges, blinking rapidly.

“And the reason you’re still alive, probably. You’re welcome for that too, by the way”, Grids calls from the back of the throne room, cheekily.

“Alright”, says Kenobi, loudly. There’s color back in his deathly-pale cheeks, Fox notes, even if that color is a lot of red. It doesn’t fade very gracefully into his beard. “Opinions on whether or not I had everything under control notwithstanding -“

“You really didn’t”, Hound supplies helpfully.

“ - opinions notwithstanding, I am admittedly still lost on why you’re now sitting on Darth Maul and attempting to, to - jeer at him, Marshall Commander!”

“We’re not jeering, we’re trying to create a safe space and lay the groundwork for more open communication”, Fox says, primly.

Maul screams into the ground, attempting for the umpteenth time to rear up and visit great violence upon Fox, which admittedly has him rattling in his crosslegged seat atop his back.

Kenobi raises a perfectly plucked eyebrow. “Safe space?”

“He’s restrained and not stabbing anyone, I personally feel much safer than before”, Grids muses. “Watch the teeth though, Hound. Little biter.”

Indeed. Fox’s right greave will have to be replaced posthaste.

“And anyways, the point isn’t to jeer at him, it’s to make clear that he’s focusing his energy in the wrong places and could be doing much better things with his admittedly not-great life”, Fox adds, shifting to cast a pointed look down at Maul. The Sith is panting open-mouthed into the durasteel floor, sharp teeth gnashing wildly as his piercing yellow eyes shine with barely restrained rage. “I’m just saying - aim higher. You aren’t seeing the forest for the Kenobis, Maul. Can I call you Maul?”

“I will feed you your own entrails”, yowls Maul.

“See, that’s exactly what I’m talking about. Right now, I’m an easy target to focus all that built-up rage on, but is killing me really going to help you achieve any of your goals? No! Think about it - when it all comes down to it, who sent you on that mission to Naboo in the first place? Who made sure the Jedi and, by extension, Kenobi would be there to kill you? Who used you as a dejarik piece and then cast you aside the second you outlived your usefulness?”

Beneath him, Maul slowly stills in his struggle, still panting heavily. Hound and Nuisance don’t let it deter them in their vigilance, because they’re damn good vod’e and possess an ounce of common sense.

“And, look, I get it. I could spend the rest of my life punching every civilian who spits on me in the streets and it would even be satisfying. I could hit back the Senators who think of clones as easy targets. Or - I can aim my sights at who’s on top. And I think you know who I mean, because you know as well as I do the same damn man has ruined both our lives.”

Kenobi makes an alarmed noise, and Maul an interested one - not that Fox is going to let him walk out of this place awake. Still, he tilts his head in a way he hopes conveys his helmeted grin successfully to non-vod, as well as the bloodlust behind it. “You’re also welcome for the fact that the Chancellor won’t have heard of your spontaneous resurrection yet, by the way. You’ll retain your element of surprise instead of gambling it away on petty revenge on Kenobi.”

“He cut me in half!”

“He killed my master!”

Fox waves their protests away.

“Also, that’s treason!”, Kenobi adds, sputtering. Fox grins. Kenobi purses his lips, and continues. petulantly, “…do you have any proof?”

“So. Much. Proof”, says Nuisance, dreamily. “Like, do you want it alphabetically or by date?”

Which is when the Duchess, of all people, bursts out into barking, crazed laughter.

“You - you’ve certainly given yourself an edge in that fight, Marshall Commander”, she wheezes, brushing tears from her eyes. Fox raises his eyebrows at her, which she somehow seems to be able to tell, because she gestures at the clunky handle dangling from his belt.

“What, this old thing?” He unclasps the black rectangle from its hook, holding it up in the air. Maul stills strangely beneath him, and Kenobi goes ghostly pale again. Fox is starting to get a bad feeling.

“I took it off Viszla and beat him over the head with it. I figured he’d taken it off a Jedi cadet or something. What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

[andi-o-geyser]

*record scratch*

Yup, that’s me, watching my future wife fall to the ground dead from a trap I set off. I bet you’re wondering how I got into this situation. Well, my life’s a little crazy, but it all began when my family was murdered in a political coup and I made a pact to create the first gun with a smoke demon...

[that-gay-gal]

Back on the Raph art grind‼️

Idk why I made this I just want to draw green glowing eyes and an unhinged little fella.

So. Here’s an unhinged big fella :D

What is he doing? Why is he acting like this? Uh um how about um why is your uh mom?

… let’s just say he’s savage Raph and leave it at that

The text is from the song “I don’t like my mind” by Mitski

Ok buh bye :]

[mfjenks]

I think it's a common thing for a man to act gayer than ever (if it's even possible in Oliver's case) a couple of days before his straight wedding. The way Oliver talks about dancing topless on the table with Ron Howard and seeing his nipples? "Old married couple" with Charles? This whole touching Olicharles drama??? How much they can't live without each other??? I love my boys. Oliver you will never not be iconic

[dathomirafterdark]

Zabrak boyfriend dropping the carcass of his latest kill on your doorstep is a courting ritual.

[fansids]

Another old piece of concept art. This time for the Blood Moon Monkies:

Something something the horrors of existence something something discovering personhood something something morality in a creature not built for it

[spyres]

the hack to surviving the pmd fandom is to not interact with explorers fans (<- guy that is an explorers fan)

[amorfista]

I somehow managed to forget publishing this. It's literally my most recent Savage Opress fanart, "Unrelenting Force", I'm ridiculously in love with it (and him COUGH!!) and I still forgor 💀 

Here's my artstation post VVV

(also edited the post to include some detailings with a better lighting since i love making dark shit and then anybody browsing tumblr on broad daylight will hate my guts hihi :>)

[judesmoonbeauty]

Extra-extra-extra 🧈

[melveres]

with each passing world I grow to dislike the marleybonian dogs more and more.