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eowynlotr08 replied to your post:Someone give me a cookie, I’ve wrenched myself…
You are doing the Lord’s work, especially with writing a Finn that actually knows his shit. Bless you. Forget one cookie. I’ll bake you a whole dozen.
<3 <3 <3
I love him so much, I do, and I actually had a really important mental breakthrough and realized that chapter 6 was his turning point in this story, when he decided, “I’ve observed enough, I’m going to act.”
And he acts in this chapter. He’s just– he’s hard to write, and hard to write well. Because he doesn’t fall into any easy character tropes because his situation is so unique. He’s not like Bucky, brainwashed but with a shaky recurring foundation to fall back on. He’s not like Poe, putting on a brave conventional face so no one sees the cracks. He’s not like Natasha, deeply warped at the core but with layers upon layers upon layers of carefully-constructed false selves to camouflage it. He’s not even, going back to previous fandoms, like John Sheppard, where you have the cool laid-back exterior and calculated flippancy to drive off introspection, wrapped around the core of a trained killer who thinks of himself as unworthy of any lasting attachments.
No, you have someone so fundamentally depersonalized as to have not had a name, who still has this intrinsic self that no one taught him, and this phenomenal individual strength, and over that a cobbled-together exterior of trying to keep the genius under wraps so no one took anything else of himself away from him. And a fundamental lack of awareness of his options that he’s rapidly, rapidly overcoming. It’s fascinating.
But it’s not easy. I make a lot of false starts, writing Finn. And I have this little seductive voice that tells me you know, as long as he still makes out with Poe, you could probably still get plenty of good feedback and stuff if you just wrote a real Poe-centric angst fest. You don’t have to go through all this.
But like. If you can get in there and find Finn, he’s so goddamn rewarding. He’s so sincere, and I’ve never written anyone that brutally gloriously shiningly honest before.
My single favorite scene with him remains the demo at the shooting range, and I feel like it was kind of buried in the chapter where it appeared.
I would give anything– and I’m not the kind of person who like, pins hopes on canon stuff or whatever– but I mean it, I would give anything to have that be somewhere in canon, Finn beaming innocently and saying, “Did someone tell you Stormtroopers couldn’t shoot, or something?”
eowynlotr08 replied to your post:Someone give me a cookie, I’ve wrenched myself…
You are doing the Lord’s work, especially with writing a Finn that actually knows his shit. Bless you. Forget one cookie. I’ll bake you a whole dozen.
<3 <3 <3
I love him so much, I do, and I actually had a really important mental breakthrough and realized that chapter 6 was his turning point in this story, when he decided, “I’ve observed enough, I’m going to act.”
And he acts in this chapter. He’s just– he’s hard to write, and hard to write well. Because he doesn’t fall into any easy character tropes because his situation is so unique. He’s not like Bucky, brainwashed but with a shaky recurring foundation to fall back on. He’s not like Poe, putting on a brave conventional face so no one sees the cracks. He’s not like Natasha, deeply warped at the core but with layers upon layers upon layers of carefully-constructed false selves to camouflage it. He’s not even, going back to previous fandoms, like John Sheppard, where you have the cool laid-back exterior and calculated flippancy to drive off introspection, wrapped around the core of a trained killer who thinks of himself as unworthy of any lasting attachments.
No, you have someone so fundamentally depersonalized as to have not had a name, who still has this intrinsic self that no one taught him, and this phenomenal individual strength, and over that a cobbled-together exterior of trying to keep the genius under wraps so no one took anything else of himself away from him. And a fundamental lack of awareness of his options that he’s rapidly, rapidly overcoming. It’s fascinating.
But it’s not easy. I make a lot of false starts, writing Finn. And I have this little seductive voice that tells me you know, as long as he still makes out with Poe, you could probably still get plenty of good feedback and stuff if you just wrote a real Poe-centric angst fest. You don’t have to go through all this.
But like. If you can get in there and find Finn, he’s so goddamn rewarding. He’s so sincere, and I’ve never written anyone that brutally gloriously shiningly honest before.
My single favorite scene with him remains the demo at the shooting range, and I feel like it was kind of buried in the chapter where it appeared.
I would give anything– and I’m not the kind of person who like, pins hopes on canon stuff or whatever– but I mean it, I would give anything to have that be somewhere in canon, Finn beaming innocently and saying, “Did someone tell you Stormtroopers couldn’t shoot, or something?”
