Daughters of Ferrix 🧱

ALT An edited thumbnail with me, a white woman with brown hair cut in bangs, the ends dyed blonde. I've got a full face of makeup, angular alt eyebrows with a slit cut in one, and silver chunky jewelry. I'm wearing a hot cerise hoodie, and my hands are clutched to my head to compliment the appalling YouTube face i'm making: distress at the apparently terrible opinions i'm surrounded by: four comments around the frame, from @matthew_naruto "The Empire was RIGHT", @live.slug.reaction "Episode 9 is the best one", @farmboy_67 "blue milk should be thicker", and @ben4dinaros "please let me see the kids."

ALT A cutout graphic of Maximilian Veers, a white man in a grey Imperial officer's tunic and hat. He's got a choppy white outline, with a drop shadow on a dull pink background. Next to him is also pasted the slightly cutoff figure of alien dancer Rystall Sant.

ALT A screenshot from a presentation graphic on a dark background: Blocky letters reading "Archival Sources," and under that in much smaller type, 14: Imperial Archives, Section: General Maximilian Veers, File: Emergency medical evacuation.

ALT An edited thumbnail image, graphics against a grungy concrete background. Across the top, in blocky serifed white text, reads "Piles of In-Universe Citations." Underneath, arranged in a messy jumble, are rectangular graphics filled with text: citations, with superscript numbers and archival origins, like "20: Imperial Archives, Section: ISB, File: Ferrix Occupation. Or "3: Exegol Excavation Project, Section: Sith Lords, Files: Darth Vader." On each of these graphics is an icon, indicating their origin: the Rebel starbird, the Imperial cog, the shining rays of the New Republic Insignia. And across these citations, familiar words are highlighted in a dull pink colour, to pop against the dark grey: words like "Wilhuff Tarkin," "Senate," "Rebel Alliance Archives," "Leia Organa."

ALT An edited thumbnail: a portrait and text on a painterly background of a cloudy sunset over a harbor town, tinged yellow and puce. This matches the portrait--of a corpse with indistinct features, its skin turned red and grey, its head and shoulders bare. Around its neck is a thick, yellow strap, by which it's been hanged. The text is bold and light with a maroon drop shadow: "LET'S SOLVE A MURDER." Underneath is an arrow, and more text: "this guy is SUPER dead."

ALT An edited thumbnail: the background is a painted vista of orange and pink hues over a shoddy harbour skyline, white birds flying across the sky. Superimposed on this background is the bold text "FAILED REVOLUTIONARY?" in off-white, with an arrow pointing to art of a man on the right. He's wearing a green jacket with an orange tie, has impressive mutton chops and a pallid complexion. His body is cocked in an agitated pose, as if he's approaching someone for a brawl. He's also rendered in the same painterly style as the backdrop.

ALT An edited thumbnial: a painting of a radiant, cloudy sunset, over a derelict town. Close to the frame is a triumphant statue of a horse with a rider, held up and together with ramshackle lengths of metal, making it look like stick puppet of sorts. On top of the statue is a man standing with an arm in the air, holding a bottle. Behind this statue is bold, edited text: "I'm a Communist, I guess."

ALT A somewhat low-quality screenshot of a video filmed over the heads of a smallish crowd in a convention panel room. The backdrop behind the panelists is adorned with a pattern of alternating "Star Wars" and "Celebration 2025" logos, and on the screen next to the panelists is a large title image: A background of a warm pink colour, on which is imposed a dark graphic shaped like duct tape, and the white title "History in a galaxy far, far away," subtitled in white: "Daughters of Ferrix with Chris Kempshall." The panelists are two people holding microphones, a man and a woman. The man has white skin and short hair, and is dressed in a red graphic tee shirt and an olive Imperial officer's hat. The woman is grinning, her microphone held up as she looks across the crowd: she has blonde choppy hair and bangs, the length of it draped over shoulders dressed in aw black leather jacket.

ALT An edited thumbnail: the background is a painterly scene of a large, paris-inspired city under a bright billowing orange-and-purple sunset, a church with a shining steeple closest to frame. On the left, superimposed on the backdrop, is a picture of a man, still rendered in visible brushstrokes: he has impressive grey-brown mutton chops, rosy cheeks and nose, and is wearing a green jacket over a white collared shirt and tie, the last of which he's got held curiously in his left hand. His face is upturned, giving the viewer a disdainful, proud look. On the right of this man, slightly layered behind, is bold white text with a drop shadow: "This guy is the WORST." Underneath a small paranthetical: "for now.)

ALT An edited thumbnail, two characters in front of and to the right of bold, white text. The first character is a skinny man with a widow's peak, round glasses, and an unhappy expression on his face. He's wearing a cropped orange jacket and matching gloves, holding a flashlight angled down in one hand and a snub nose revolver in the other. Slightly in front of him is the other character, a brawnier man with a receeding hairline, mutton chops, and rosy cheeks and nose. He's dressed in a white collared shirt with a red tie, a green sport coat held draped over his shoulders. His other gand is in a metal gauntlet, holding a large pistol. These men are rendered in a loose, painterly style, as is the sunsetted orange and white background over a city landscape behind them. The text on the left, large in frame, reads "I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT THIS." There's smaller text under the guy on the right, with a drawn arrow pointing towards him: "I assume this guy is Karl Marx."

ALT An edited thumbnail image: A screenshot from Andor of Cassian looking forward past the camera at an unseen person, a foreboding look on his face. He's standing outside, in front of the blurry shape of a starship on a Yavin landing pad. Next to him are large graphic letters in a bold serifed font, rendered in gradient white: "did they stick the landing?" "Landing" is coloured bright pink. Undernearth, in smaller letters and parentheses, reads "(kinda)."