welcome to my island

hi, we're the deicide system, but you can call us blue (they/them). we post about whatever we're currently fixated on, but we are always passionate about social justice. we are disabled, queer, and genderqueer. the main altars who operate this tumblr are maggie and kleya.

maggie (she/her) is a golden retriever (not literally... but maybe a little bit literally). she's trans, and i just learned that as i was typing this. she expresses a lot of gratitude. she's spiritual. she loves love and being in love, and she loves the world and believes the best in people (frequently to our detriment thus far, but she's working on it, and we're all very proud of her). she's been the one behind most of the posts on here as of late June 2026, but that will probably be changing.

kleya (she/it) does not trust you. she's disappointed in you and for good reason. she's going to say what she wants, and she's not here to make friends. she didn't really have a shape until our most recent rewatch of andor. as maggie started processing the things she was feeling about the character kleya marki, maggie felt very seen, so kleya chose to claim this name and presentation for herself to help maggie feel safer. she wants you to know she's a fucking dyke.

anakin wanted to be a jedi to bring true freedom to himself, his mother, and his comrades. he's told to invest, be patient, sacrifice, and devote himself. he turns because the people who had the power to help him continuously chastise his urgency and dismiss his expertise as someone who lived under such violent and dehumanizing conditions. he turns because after all that devotion he's burying his mother on the planet she never escaped after having relentless dreams about her that his mentor repeatedly told him to ignore. he turns because the only people who actually let him feel anything were the woman he had to love in secret and the most evil person in the galaxy. the motivation of fighting for freedom is replaced by a deep need to hold onto what he managed to attain, to the jedi order and to padme, and when those things start slipping through his fingers, when they start pulling him in opposite directions, what does he have? where can he go? who can he talk to? everyone is telling him the same thing: "don't trust yourself. don't trust your feelings. i have the answers. listen to me."

leia describes tarkin as someone "holding vader's leash." darth vader is an attack dog, but palpatine didn't train him. the jedi did. the jedi stripped him of his humanity, his urgency, and his clarity. they insisted he needed their approval, their training, and their answers. he trusted the jedi with his dream, with his love and his life and his freedom. they said "we'll handle it," and every time they did, he lost something else. of course they rip children from their homes, isolate them from their families, and teach them not to have any attachments. if you're attached, you won't mindlessly obey. anakin skywalker was a good boy who wanted to do good for others. the jedi took that goodness and turned it into obedience. they set him up for palpatine to manipulate, a perfectly trained attack dog who has nothing left anymore. no mother. no wife. no heroes to dream about. just the one thing he has for himself, a blurry, desperate mess of feelings spinning out of his control because he's been taught that he's going to mess it up if he does what he feels is right.