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david-talks-sw · 4 months

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any new Star Wars essays in the making, or are you moving on?

I don't know, honestly.

Part of it is "life gets in the way," I'm working a lot and so whatever time I have left is spent just messing around or meeting with my loved ones.

I've got a bunch of stuff in my drafts. I don't mind sharing it here, most recent to oldest:

Sort of a joke post of me pointing out how stressful being George Lucas' producer must've been, like this guy really DIDN'T WANT to write his fucking scripts, did he? Poor Rick McCallum. Abandoned because who gives a crap.

'Ask' reply on how EU-fueled fandom perception of the Jedi was flipped by the prequels.

'Ask' reply about the themes in Ahsoka and why the show doesn't know what it's about. Problem is, I go about it starting from the basics, so nobody's gonna sit through reading a tematic breakdown of the first Pirates of the Carribean movie, The Batman and the original six Star Wars films before I even get to the show at hand.

"Part II" post about what Ahsoka, Rebels and TCW get right about lightsaber duels, which the Prequels never did.

Quote collection & analysis on just how complex the Prequels were meant to be (in the late 80s, Lucas intimated that the Sequels were the story that was supposed to have gray morality, not the Prequels)

Quote collection on how the themes and principles of Star Wars align with Lucas' own opinions and philosophies.

Quote collection on Lucas defining Anakin's flaws.

Quote collection on Lucas talking about the fact that we need to be more proactive, which aligns with what Lumi points out sometimes about the Jedi: they should've been more politically engaged because we all should be.

Why I approach Lucas as "word of god".

Personal life/joke-y post dating from the time of the WGA strike about how Jack Black's School of Rock lyrics "In his heart he knew, the artist must be true, but the legend of the rent was way past due!" applied to me. Abandoned because I didn't wanna bum everyone out.

Correcting the notion that Dark Times-era Jedi such as Kanan or Ezra or Ahsoka represent what Jedi were supposed to be.

A comprehensive end-all outlook on how Anakin's flaws all tie together. I've written this one twice and I don't know how to differentiate it from my other posts.

A secret "Part 3" to my TLJ Luke post, in which I point out that RJ's being too "indie", while being a strong point for a big chunk of the film, hampers the film's ability to make Luke feel as badass as he does on paper. I want to illustrate a storyboard for this one, but that takes time.

The evolution of Star Wars' approach to transmedia.

Debunking Star Wars myths: a (very) comprehensive outlook on children in the Jedi Order.

Problem is that only like 2/3rds of these are fully-written... and I still need to find the relevant clips, turn them into GIFs, etc etc.

There's many other interesting Asks in my inbox btw. But I'm already behind on all these, so I haven't begun to touch them.

Then there's the drawings.

I wanna draw a comic of the meeting between Yoda and Dooku in Dark Rendezvous. I wanna finish the comic fight between Maul and Ben. I wanna draw Mace, Shaak Ti, I've got a Luminara fan-art that was supposed to be ready for Jedi June 2022 and an Anakin drawing that looks weird. No time, nor am I skilled enough. (Like, I trace, that's what I do, it's not a secret I've said so before... but it takes me a long while to do so. I'm not fast at drawing, let alone coloring.) I could commission some of these, but there are obvious obstacles there.

There's fun tidbits I've discovered here and there but nobody will care about them and I usually try to not drown my blog with bs posts.

Then there's the bigger problem.

All the things I've listed above? I'm not 100% motivated to finish. But a lot of the new stuff I wanna write about is hella negative.

I had a lot of stuff I wanted to say about Ahsoka. But it wasn't all good. It was mostly me bitching, be it about the show or the fandom's reactions to it.

I've also got more stuff to say about Filoni's take on Star Wars, but I've talked about why it's inaccurate like 8 times already, and I don't actually dislike the guy, like there's plenty of things he knows and does that I think are awesome but also people won't stop putting him and his takes on a pedestal and--

oh shit, there's Acolyte too, I forgot about that, gray morality galore, here we come. But here too, like... I've talked a couple of times about why this entire gray morality thing is actually just the gen X-ers trying to make the prequels "cool" and "complex". but I've never explored properly, with quotes and research and shit. but i've talked about it so many times that at this point it'd end up like the Filoni rants, redundant. "we get it already." as if this show didn't have haters lined round the block for absolutely sexist reasons.

Don't get me started on the mountain of lies and/or idiocy that is the YouTuber Star Wars Theory.

And yet he said one thing a few months ago which struck a chord within me and it's the fact that Andor is awesome, excels on all levels because it's treated seriously, like a proper show, not a Disney Plus one... why wasn't Obi-Wan Kenobi? Why wasn't Book of Boba Fett? And I've already established multiple times that I enjoyed Kenobi (yes, including the Reva parts) and I've established that I know what they were going for in Fett and I've established that this is mainly a "Disney Plus didn't know how to structure a fucking show pre-WGA strike" issue more than anything else... but when I think about how these could've been treated instead? When I look at the characterizations and emotional stakes of like Fargo Season 5? It's infuriating. Because it's not bad (talking about Kenobi, BOBF is awful)... but it could've been EXCELLENT and instead it was just "okay" to "good".

I just miss live action lightsaber duels, man. Like, good ones.

and i dunno. maybe I should just let it rip on all this. "go off, king!"

but I think there's so much negativity re: Star Wars that adding my thoughts on these subjects, no matter how structured and reason, will just blend into a wave of needless, un-constructive hate.

maybe I should finish the writings in the drafts and just post them with no gifs, maybe just still images?

but doing any of that feels like a step back.

So that's where I'm at right now.

#just noticed #started this post spelling it “I don't know” and ended it by spelling it “I dunno”#there's all you need to know about where i am right now #sw negativity #i guess?#bummed everyone out after all

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nimata-beroya · 1 year

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I have like a month that I don't do this (oops! 😅), but I remembered today! So, here's an old fic of mine (well not that old, but anyway, I'm doing self-promotion here). Yet another story where Alexsandr Kallus get whumped. Why is he so whumpable? I don't know, but I have a blast writing making him suffer. Of course, that's it with the corresponding comfort at the end, especially if it's Zeb who gives it 😉

Enjoy!

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Star Wars: Rebels, Star Wars - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Words: 1897.

Relationships: Alexsandr Kallus/Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios

Characters: Alexsandr Kallus, Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios, Ezra Bridger

Additional Tags: Whump, Whumptober, Day 1, Bound, au where kanan lives and ezra stays home, star wars xtober extravaganza 2k21, swxt 2k21, Prompt: Bound, Hurt Alexsandr Kallus, Established Relationship

Series: Part 1 of Star Wars X-tober Extravaganza 2k21, Part 2 of Rebel Hearts

Summary: After a solo mission to the planet Dela goes south, Kallus finds himself in a tight spot. The Spectres go to his rescue but the actual saving turns out more complicated than expected.

AN EXPLOSIVE SITUATION

An explosion at a distance distracts Kallus from the cramping muscles on his shoulders and back. As the concussive wave rattles the complex, he forgets for a moment the deep ache on his legs and arms aggravated by the stress position he’s forced to be in. He’s sitting on the floor with his legs crossed and his wrists and elbows cuffed behind his back. A thick collar around his neck is connected by a short bar to the cuffs around his ankles and forces him to hunch forward. The bent position makes it difficult to breathe deeply. Kallus concentrates on taking measured breaths.

An alarm for intruders goes off somewhere in the base, and Kallus groans. He’s not afraid of the torture promised by the Imperial captain who visited him earlier, neither he’s of dying. To have lost the opportunity to say “I love you” to Garazeb one more time before dying doesn’t desolate him as much. He’s petrified of what the commotion means. There’s no way for him to be certain, and yet, his instinct tells him that the Spectres are committing the great stupidity of rescuing him. He just knows is them. Nobody else would risk their lives to save him.

He ordered D4 to leave him behind and get away in the Glimmer with the information gathered in their clusterkriff’d mission. Kallus told him not to come back for him. Thanks to his programming, D4 is beyond sentimentalism and affection, which often get in the middle of what needs to be done. Kallus’ life is worth the sacrifice as long as the Rebellion gets what it needs to defeat the Empire.

The sound of a blaster fight grows louder and louder. As best as he can, Kallus looks at the ray shield trapping him in the cell and the shadows beyond it, revealing the fight going on at the end of the hallway. He listens to a familiar growl followed by the distinct sound of a stormtrooper hitting a wall. He can see in his mind’s eye the powerful image that it’s Garazeb throwing troopers with ease.

His heart flutters with unbound love for his mate, coming for him, but at the same time, dread makes his stomach roll nauseatingly. Zeb is walking into a trap. He won’t be able to free Kallus and will die trying. The thought is far worse torture than any of that his captors have planned for him. Kallus can’t bear the idea of being once again the Empire’s tool to hurt Garazeb.

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#fic back friday #an explosive situation #kalluzeb #alexsandr kallus #garazeb orrelios #whump #swxt2021

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aihoshiino · 7 months

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Hello everyone! With the absolutely incredible audio drama adaptation of Viewpoint B dropping earlier this week, I was able to revisit my initial translation of Viewpoint B and make various tweaks and improvements – my hearing comprehension is uh a lot better than my reading comprehension so the audio drama was incredibly useful in clearing some things up for me.

My next goal will be to complete my own translation of 45510 to go alongside Viewpoint B and I am also interested in translating some of the Bluray and artbook materials if anyone is able to provide them. If you have anything official you think would be cool to see translated, feel free to drop it into my DMs!

TL NOTES:

1) As mentioned previously but is worth reiterating here: in the process of adapting Viewpoint B into English, there are places here and there where I lightly reordered or combined certain sentences in to flow a little better in English. For example, there's times where a character's monologue will be interrupted by some single sentence aside in the narration that makes things read a little stuttery and occasionally confusing as to which character was speaking. The content should still be largely the same, I just wanted to make sure nobody got lost in the more dialogue heavy exchanges (as I almost did!)

2) Various tweaks to spelling, phrasing and word choice were made. Nothing is massively different but with the audio drama to reference, I had a better idea of dialogue tone and mood and made some changes to my phrasing to better match Takahashi's interpretation of the text.

3) Ai's age is referenced twice in this story, once as fourteen and once as fifteen. I initially assumed this was a typo either in the original text or transcription of the pamphlet as the relatively short timeframe the story takes place in makes it unlikely she would've had a birthday without comment. However, Takahashi can clearly be heard saying both 14才 (juuyonsai) and 15才 (juugosai) in the audio drama so I have no idea what to believe anymore!!! As such, I kept my initial translation of 'fourteen' when her age is first mentioned and changed the second occurrence to the more neutral 'teenage girl' because I genuinely don't know what the intention is here. Unless the birthday celebration that gets mentioned in the story is Ai's?? Is Ai's birthday that close to Christmas???? I DON'T KNOW ANYMORE

4) There are a few sentences and lines of dialogue that were a little ambiguous in terms of subject and who was speaking. Two of these lines I accidentally mistranslated or misattributed (Kanan's first speaking line, a mention of management dictating B-Komachi's romance-first focus) have now been fixed.

5) A line in Part 3 was accidentally erased during a previous editing pass and I didn't catch it while proofreading. Whoops! It's not a major line but obviously it should be in there, so it's been restored.

#oshi no ko #oshi no posting #ai hoshino #hoshino ai #b-komachi #b komachi #viewpoint b #pov b

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amalthiaph · 5 months

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Hey, love. I saw your Tech and Phee art (the no pickles thingy) and I wanted to say that a) I love it, keep up the amazing work and b) you owe no one no explanation or apology or anything because the art is literally based on a meme, nobody owns it, and you didn't plagiarize anything or anyone by making your rendition in your own style. I know the internet can be really tough and it feels like you're going to be eaten by a mob for not apologizing for everything you do, but please don't be so tough on yourself.

Love your art! Keep doing amazing.

-🥐

Okay, first of all THANK YOU SO MUCH for this! ❤

And uhh, being called 'love' reminds me of how Hera calls Kanan that and it makes me go hsgfhdnsnsnsns.

And thank you and everyone here; I really appreciate all the love and support I'm getting here on Tumblr. It is true that if I go back to January 2023 and told my then self everything, she wouldn't have believed me.

Truth is, I might have been trauma-dumping here on Tumblr:

I had several bad experiences with the art community on other sites. I had one artist tell me that I might have been insecure with them because they have a more successful art career than me. And I was really hurt because that was only my first month in making digital art. Of course I was small, of course I haven't found my audience. I just don't think it's fair that they compared their Day 200 to my Day 1.

Relating to me claiming I don't have a good sense of humor, this was 2012 and I was in high school. We were doing a play and I was in charge with the sounds. When the villain came in, I played a villain leitmotif (I wasn't sure if it's the Imperial March I played and it probably is) and no one understood the joke, in fact, they frowned, and my classmate beside me told me I had a terrible sense of humor.

Now for ten years, I never told a joke. It's because I was told I had a bad sense of humor. So when I made that Sabezra Post, I had a lot of people laughing about it until now (which I am grateful) and it made me wonder, do I really make bad jokes or I was just not with my target audience?

And Tumblr answered that question for me: I was playing for the wrong people.

I am that artist that goes after the satisfaction of being able to create art, whether I have a thousand audience or none. But you here on Tumblr made me realize that my creation are appreciated and loved by people. And I always like to return the love through things like the Redneck Doug series and the Mayday x Phee art which were presents to Dr. MM and Doug.

Imagine for ten years, I bottled up who I was and what I had inside, and people here on Tumblr pulled all that out of this little body of mine and embraced it and loved it.

It will forever be an honor creating art for you and making you all smile.

May the Force be with us all. And I love you all so much!

And uhh, random tangent: I dreamt last night that Disney+ suddenly released The Bad Batch S3 and I got pissed because they just..dropped it. No trailers. No announcements. No anything. THEY. JUST. RELEASED IT. And I woke up feeling pissed off lol.

#tysm for this!#and ilyasm!

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eskzerek · 2 years

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for the ask game thing, 4, 18, 36 (if you only want to answer one, just 4 is fine)

4. "Who has the weirdest music taste?" – Gotta be rex. The music it listens to is..nice I guess? But like. Nobody knows what it is, it's made for his source (which is a webtoon) and so like nobody knows it lmao.

18. "Do you have introjects? If so, where do they come from?" – We have a bunch of introjects!!! We're super fictive heavy, we have people from black clover, webtoon, heartstopper, octives, we have 3 factives, and like. 9 star wars introjects lmaooo. (Also a bunch more from other sources!! Even castle crashers 😭)

36. "Name your favorite quality of all the members you can think of! Including yourself!" – Oh man. Okay uhh. I'm good at socialising with others insys and I can resolve conflicts in headspace + edit headspace! Clover (core) is really good at dealing with school + friends! Yuno has rly nice handwriting. Sabrina's magic is cool!!! Rex is rly funny. Sabine helps us emotionally. Kid is really fun to talk to. Anakin is really kind. Ahsoka is really good with the kids, as well as kanan. Kanan really cares Abt everyone, and makes sure we don't get overwhelmed by things (especially me w/ source) Bolt is cute and lifts everyone's spirits! Beluga is funny and also lifts everyone's spirits, and also sometimes in headspace beluga will sneak up to people (esp if ur sad!) And just. "Meow" not actually meow. Just. Say meow. It's brilliant.

#endo positivity #plural system #pro endo #system #plural #pluralgang #system stuff #endo system #sysmeds dni #system positivity

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iknowwhattosaynow · 2 years

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Writing asks! 7, 20 & 26 (for Kanan and Hera)

7. My favorite tag: WHY is Kanan alive? BECAUSE SHUT UP, that's why. 20. Generally, I only work on one at a time...which turns into ridiculously long fics. I take breaks on occasion to write filthy smutty one shots while I'm doing it though. How it works? FUCK if I know. 26. I think what I consider OOC when it comes to Kanan & Hera is anything just gratuitously and nauseatingly fluffy. Like, you can have some fluff, but here's my take on why flower shops and shit just doesn't work with them: Hera has never known anything but war and she is single-mindedly obsessed with destroying an entire Galactic Empire. Homegirl was flying relief missions at 14 years old, spying on Imperial refineries at age 10 and trying to convince her father that she could fight, and sometime before age 10, she'd lost a brother. She ditched her absent father and her homeworld at 18 to go sniffing out the Empire's shit from talking to people on the holonet. She had zero childhood and she put every piece of what she was into becoming a pilot and fighting the Empire. To me, Hera is more of a 'I don't need to be cuddled but if you need to be cuddled, I'll cuddle you' kind of girl. She doesn't say things that are sweet and fluffy all the time because she's seen what happens to a man when he loses the woman he loves so I think to a degree she even fears being in love, even if she can't deny being in love with Kanan*. *That being said, I never think she actually withheld saying the words to him until the minute before he died. That's bullshit and I have like at least one solid way to prove that she said it to him before he died. Kanan? Dude was pulled away from his family probably at six months old, doesn't even know what planet he is from or who is parents are and he'll never get that opportunity because there's no Jedi archives he can access for that. He went from dreaming of being a Jedi and raised with always having enough food and structure and all the good Jedi academy stuff to his Master D Y I N G so he could live. At the age of 14, he was a war veteran that he had to change everything about what he was and forget about what he'd dreamt of being; of the thing he'd been training for almost his entire life. He spent months being miserable and hyper-focused on how of the Jedi Masters died. When that didn't work for him (along with things like eating out of dumpsters), he became a womanizing, carousing, bar fighting, Force denying, drunk. Then he got all drunk on Hera™ and got in one good fight with the Empire and even though he was still reluctant to get involved with all of that he was still like "I pick this one. Forever.*" Literally, somehow the man got all strung out on the Tw'ussy and decided that being a Jedi maybe wasn't that bad of an idea. *See: A New Dawn, where he decides like three times in the book that he, the guy who avoids long term relationships or friendships, will follow her anywhere forever. Out of the pair, he's definitely the more cuddly one - he didn't have parents, he had the order. He hasn't seen the consequences of a man losing his wife. He was raised to be fearless and I think that fearlessness manifests in how unconditionally he loves Hera and he's perfectly fine saying it aloud like it's no big deal. Also, he's fine if Hera doesn't like cuddling but he likes to be cuddled so she'll have to cuddle him. THAT BEING SAID: Some of the like super fluffy stuff for them just makes me cringe. They just don't live in a time where they can be super fluffy. Do they make googly eyes at each other when nobody is looking? Absolutely. Do they hold hands in the cockpit while the kids are in bed? Yup. Does he smack her on the ass when he passes her in the corridor when they're going in opposite directions? OF COURSE he does. Does she love to play with his hair while they're lying in bed or when he's in a mood? Listen, if Hera Syndulla had her own hair to play with, the Empire would have won. Are they space married? Fuck yeah. Do they have glorious sex? ALL. THE. TIME. Do they love each other like crazy? DUH. Do

they do cutesy things like buy each other presents and go on a date just to go on a date (they literally schedule sex time in my head...that's their closest thing to a date) or have an actual wedding when they get married? Fuck no. Like, would a marriage proposal be Kanan being on one knee with a ring and all of that gross gooey conventional shit? That should be a trigger warning on a fic to me. Even if you put them in an AU where their lives never sucked, then they just turn into a random Twi'lek named Hera and a hot human named Kanan - because their experiences make them who they are and form their personalities. They're just not gratuitously fluffy people to me. ;TLDR My answer to 26 is Fluffy.

#that was an accidental essay #hera syndulla #kanan x hera #kanera #kanan jarrus #ask me #ask game #ask me fic stuff #oops #also fluff is not the same as intimacy - they totally hold hands and are sweet to each other #kanan just doesn't do shit like bring her flowers and buy her presents #his tongue is gift enough #headcanon: kanan absolutely loves to smack hera's ass when she walks by in the corridor #also headcanon: hera loves kanan's ass

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angelwars11 · 4 years

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PART 1

*finally gets my siblings up and we all sit down on the bed* Alright y'all, time to watch this shit. Let's get itttt!!

*new ominous pre-intro comes in* "A LUCASFILM LIMITED production. "

Me: Oh, we starting like this. Wtf!! Okay, dude, I have goosebumps. Holy shit. *Calming facade is down. Is totally unaware and unprepared for what's coming*

*fanfare jumpscare*

Me: *startles* *grabs my heart*

Heart monitor: *beep beep beep, beeeeeeeeeeep~*

Me: OH MY GOD!!! *cough violently like Grevious* Holy shit. The fanfare, holy shit. I'mma—*notices red logo* *starts to hyperventilate*

*Another very different and new red title* "Part 1. Olds Friends Not Forgotten. "

Me: *gasps sharply* THAT IS SO COOL!!! I'mma cryyy *sniffles*

Yularen: *comes in clutch with the narrator recap*

Me: Yoooo!! What's up my dude?!

*see Grevious* Damn, I mean, General Grevious lookin good though. You see that animation! DAMN! Best design ever!

Yularen: "Republic forces are pushed to the brink. In response to this overwhelming attack. The Jedi Council had dispatched it's Generals far from the Core Worlds. "

CALEB DUME aka. KANAN JARRUS!! Ahhh!! Look at my son!

*sees Plo Koon in his Delta 7 inteceptor* "Ummm, no, stop it. Stop. That looks familiar. *shakes head violently* No. Be quiet.

*sees Aayla and Bly* *inhales sharply* *chokes on saliva* "Aayla Secura is where? OH SHIT. Is that Felucia?! NO, FUCK. "

(The clone troopers look so fucking amazing. Their armor is heavily detailed with the amount of scratches and dents covering them. It makes their armor look rough. OMG! This is literally 'nose bleed heaven' I am in right now!!)

Me: *dances* They onn a bridgeee, they on a—HOLY SHIT!! That's a big ass cannon," *watches the cannon blast fire upwards* Ohhhhh~ That's, uh, not good! Oh shit!! AH! Cody DODGE NOW!!!

*stares at the tv* Holy. Sh—

*light saber unleashed*

Me: OOhhh!! Who the fu—ACK! Obi-Wan coming out of the CUT alllll BEAUTIFUL!!!

LOOK at the lightsaber light pouring through the dust cloud surrounding him🤩 *blood pours out of my nose* His magnificent graying beard, so beautiful. I LOVE how there's a limp piece of hair bouncing on the side of his head, it's so satisfying. And the way he slowly looks over his shoulder at Cody like: "Must protect my husband!" OMG, I love them so much, CodyWan forever!!! Bless Dave Filoni for giving us that scene because, it was beautiful😍 God, the animation. 😍I'mma—😵😳

Cody: "General?!"

Me: MmmmmHmmmm. *wiggles eyebrows*

Obi-Wan: "Cody, get down!"

Me: Protect Cody!! Holy fu—Cody, stop staring at Obi-Wan and take cover, yes I know he's hot as fuck, my sister thinks so too, so do I—That's NOT the point. Just GET your ASS DOWN!! You can stare at him all you want later.

Obi-Wan: "Anakin, where are you?"

Anakin: *jump scares* "I'm right here. "

Me: ⬇⬇

Me: I SWEARRRR. You are so lucky I don't have a gun because I would've BLASTED you to the other side of this GODDAMN BRIDGE. The fuck is wrong with you, you lucky mother fucker.

Anakin: "What are you doing down there. "

Me: 🤣🤡 Shut the fuck up!

Anakin: *dodges a fucking blaster beam* I'm dea—🤣 ANAKIN. You cray cray!

*all shots miss Anakin while he stands right there in plain sight on top of MOTHER FUCKING debris*

Me: Hehhehehheeee—OH my GoD!! Anakin!! Get DOWN FROM THEREeEe. They gonna shoot you, bro!

Obi-Wan: "What are you up to? Where is Captain Rex?"

Me: Yeah, what are you up to? *suspicious*

*Nobody stays seated while Anakin walks straight at the enemy. Managing not to get fucking smacked*

Me: "Y'all DUMB ASS droids can't SHOOT!! Ohhhhhh myyyy goddddd!!" 🤣🤣

Anakin: "I have come to surrender. Your forces fought valiantly. I must admit we are overmatched by your superior fire power. " Me: "Tell me y'all ain't gonna fall for this. If you beli—"

Me: *inhales sharply*

Dumb and Dumber: "Surrender. That's a relief. Notify the tactical droid. "

Me: ⬇⬇

*sighs heavily* They believed him. 💀

*scope shows up* The fuck?! Oh, is that Rexy Boi™ *gasps* R2!!!

Rex telling his squad they have to wait a little longer to hang upside down on the bridge. They all *groan* "Sir, yes, sir. "

ME: 😆 They want to fly so fucking badly!!

OoooWe!! They've got JET PACKS!!! Oooo, we bougie MOTHER FUCKAASSSSS!!! *dances to the epic music*

*nobody stays seated while the Clone Troopers kick ass*

Obi-Wan: "Bravo Anakin, you've done it again. "

Me: 🥺🥺

Anakin: "Oh, I can't take all the credit. You staying back really sold my surrender talk. " *Obi-Wan smiles*

Obi-Wan: "Always glad to help my friend. " *they smile at each other*

Also me: *cries internally* 😭😍

Anakin: "Skywalker here, what is it Admiral?" Me: *gasps* Admiral: "Sir. We received a transmission from someone using a subspace frequency. Fulcrum. "

Me: *stops breathing* FULCRUM. 💀 Ah—Ah—AhCHOO! *wheezes* Oooh, bless me.

*the transmitter room scene from the trailer* Me: *screeches* Anakin: "Alright, Admiral. What's so important you brought us all the... Way... Back...here." *sees Ahsoka*

(*PAUSE* I noticed that Rex is not here in this SCENE!! Woahhh~ Just wanted to point that out! Okay, sorry, *unpause*)

Ahsoka: *turns around* "Hello Master. It's been a while. " Me: 😍😍😍😍😍

Anakin: "Ah—Ahsoka. Wha— *scoffs*I don't believe it, " *voice goes two octaves higher* "How are you? Where are you?" *voice softens to be protective* "Are you okay?"

My heart: ⬇⬇

(SKIP)

*Mandalorian ship comes in* Me: *tears coming down my face*

Aaaahhhh!!! R2 D2 rolled up to Ahsoka to say hi!! OMG, cutie pie!!😍🥺 My heartttttt😭

Anakin tries to say Hi to Ahsoka but she's just like, "Can't do that right now. " Me: *snaps my own neck* Damn. Heyo!! He's literally hanging by a THREAD, a measly THREAD over the fucking pool called the DARK SIDE. And you treating him like that, focusing on the war and not a hug, mannn, Anakin is about to take a 'dippity dip' in this goddamn pool. Smh.

Bo-Katan: "He murdered their ruler. My sister. I thought she meant something to you. "

Me: *visibly sees Obi-Wan look sad* Satineeeee😭😭😭 No, Obi-Wan, it's okay!!

(SKIP)

*when the troopers pass by and salute to Ahsoka* Me: UwU

REX'S SMILE 👑 when she walks in😍 "Glad to have you back, Commander. " *smiles again* 👑 "Rex. Thank you. But you don't have to call me Commander anymore. " "Sure thing, Commander." *smiles AGAIN* 👑

Me: 😭😭 Rex, I SWEAR TO GOD, if you don't stop SMITING me with those SMILES BRO. Just chill. Please. Do it again and I'—

*alarm goes off* God fucking dammit. *sees the troopers scrambling in the background* HAHAHHAHHA😆😆🤣

*stops laughing* Who's in trouble? The Chancellor. Hahahaha, who's that? Ohhh, you mean Buttcheeksakin. Yeahhh~🤣 Nobody cares!!

Ahsoka: "I understand, that it's your usual playing politics. This is why the people have lost faith in the Jedi. I had too. Until I was reminded of what the order means to people who truly need us. "

Obi-Wan: "Right now people on Coruscant need us. "

Ahsoka: "No, the Chancellor needs you. "

Me: *nose bleed* "Damnnnn, say it again for the people in the back!!! Ughh, feisty Ahsoka is sexy. " 😍

REX GETTING WHAAA, PROMOTED?! I knew this day was coming for sooo long *sniffles* I'm so proud.

*music heightens it's pitch* HER LIGHTSABERS😭😭😭

Ahsokaaaa got her lightsabers BACK!! Looking snazzyyyy, looking beautiful, you look hot honey! And a BONUS, they are BLUE!! Hot DAMN!! 💙💙

Ahsoka: "Anakin... " *Anakin turns around* "Good luck. " *Anakin smiles with pride*

Me: *ugly sobs*

*Nobody stays seated while, 'Love pledge' plays in the background*

Me: *cries harder* WHYYYY😭😭😭

'Commander' REX. Whereeee areee youuu?! Ah, there you darling. Beautiful bby boyyyy, you deserve it!!! 😍😍😍

*spots someone behind Rex* Who Issss...?? Oh, JESSE!! Heyyy~ *waves* ( ͡ ͜ʖ ͡ )

Rex: "Sorry, I didn't think to bring you a jetpack?" Ahsoka: "Don't need one. " *Nobody will ever fucking stay seated while Rex gives the mother of all amused smirks* 👑

(THIS beautiful smirk⬆ I know I WILL be watching 60 more times after I finish this goddamn episode 🥵)

PART 2 of my reaction coming soon!! (Nah, I'm serious, it'll be here. Just hold your horses!)

Link to part 2!! ⬇

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pencopanko · 6 years

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Rules: Choose any three fandoms (in random order) and answer the questions, then tag 10 people you want to know better

Tagged by @im-fairly-whitty, @slusheeduck, and @alreadyinmotion!!!

Three fandoms:

Coco

Love Live! Sunshine!!

Undertale

The first character you loved:

Miguel

Chika

Toriel

The character you never expected to love so much

Imelda and Rosa. For the former because I legit thought she was going to be a main antagonist (she kinda was, at first) but then La Llorona blew my socks off. She is officially my Queen. Also because she is a top tier non-anime tsundere. Rosa, on the other hand, is due to me developing her more as a character in my writing. I've always liked the image of a super reliable smart cookie and that's how I see her.

Kanan. At first I thought her voice was a bit weird but the more I watch the anime and the more I play the game, the more I come to love her.

Papyrus. I thought he was going to be this snobbish character but I was proven wrong. His antiques and chemistry with Sans are just so fun to watch onscreen and his theme, Bonetrousle is easily one of my favourite tracks in the game!

The character you relate to the most

When it comes to Coco, I can't really pick just one character because I relate to all of them in different ways, safe for Ernesto. Like Héctor, I tend to not have a plan and just wing it most of the time. Like Miguel, I also have a problem with my passion and my family because not everyone supports me my father often asks me when I will stop drawing and wants me to enter an office job instead or something idk. Like Elena and Imelda, despite me having good intentions I do have the tendency to hurt those around me if I get too strict.

Hanamaru and Ruby both speak to me on a spiritual level. Much like the former, sometimes I think I'm better off backstage (and also because we both like to eat) but like the latter I want to do something big despite me being rather shy and anxious at the mere thought of me being in the spotlight.

I think I can relate to Sans a lot. I like puns and I would rather do the minimum amount of effort to do something. But I also relate to Frisk because there will be times that I have no idea what I'm doing college but I'm just going to stay determined and wing it.

The character you'd slap

Ernesto de La Cruz. YOU COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL BUT YOU HAD TO BE DRAMATIC. Oh and maybe Gustavo too but mOSTLY ERNESTO

Nobody. Besides, Mari was already slapped by Kanan. But srsly I don't want to slap anyone.

Jerry. I hate Jerry.

Three favourite characters

Miguel, Héctor, and Imelda. Plus Rosita!

Chika, Kanan, and Dia

Frisk, Toriel, and Sans

A character you liked at first but don’t anymore didn’t think of much at first but grew on you as time goes on:

Papá Julio. At first I honestly was rather indifferent towards him. But the backstage fight scene changed everything. I mean, how my man can fight! He basically makes use of his size to kick a bodyguard twice his size and probably half his age and succeeded. That is arguably one of the most badass moments in Disney history, hands down.

Riko. At first I didn't think much of her but then the more I watch the anime the more I realize... she is such a dork. I fricking love her and her reactions to basically everything the other members say. I like that despite her being a Cool girl, she can also do silly things like leaping off from Chika's balcony to her own balcony because who does that and her diamond mouth like why is she so cute.

Asgore. I wasn't a big fan of him prior to playing the game but then I watched a playthrough before buying the game and I fell in love with his theme and just his story overall. He's such a tragic character and I only want the best for him, even if it means living without his wife.

Three OTPs

Imector and basically every single canon ship in the movie plus Marrosa and Rafita.

Aqours and happiness because my girls deserve the best (I don't ship anyone in the franchise but I do like the chemistry between Kanan and Mari)

Soriel! This ship is actually the very thing that got me into the game.

Now let's tag...

@calliopesquill @dreamstormdragon @now-make-it-gayer @babycharmander @petalsandguitars @imjuanita @upperstories @spiritonadventure @loudgrito and @odd-cinderella!!

#tag meme #yupyupyup #penco rambles #coco pixar #love live! sunshine!!#aqours #undertale

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prepare4trouble · 7 years

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a member/ a few members of the Ghost crew crash on a distant planet and don't get rescued for years. They worry about how the war with the Empire has gone, and if the rest of their family think they're dead... No pressure!

A huge thank you to @pomrania for braving the feels to beta this for me :-)

Day 1

“Karabast!”

Ezra’s frustrated curse broke the silence that had filled the Phantom, and Kanan felt a burst of anger through the Force at the exact same moment that he sensed Ezra drew back a fist and thrust it forward toward the wall.

“Ezra,” Kanan said, warningly.

Whether it was Kanan’s warning or his own self-preservation instinct, Ezra stopped himself inches before he impacted the side of the storage unit. That was good, they had medical supplies and a limited amount of bacta, but a broken hand would be difficult to deal with under the circumstances.

“Sorry,” Ezra said. He still sounded angry, but suitably embarrassed about the outburst. “It’s just, the circuits are fried, and I could fix it, but…”

Kanan braced himself. He knew exactly what Ezra was going to say.

“All the spare parts are gone; someone’s moved them. And all the tools, anything that’d be even halfway useful for spaceship maintenance anyway. Unless they’ve put them someplace else on the ship, we’re stuck here.”

He had known that was coming. He had already known the finer details of their predicament; he had helped to orchestrate it. Still, hearing that was harder than he had expected, hearing Ezra’s reaction to it was harder still.

“Well, stuck for a few days at least. Until Hera organizes a rescue party.” Ezra added. “I’ll check in back. Maybe they moved things around or something. How’s the comms unit looking?”

Kanan briefly turned his attention to the comms unit on the control panel in front of the copilot’s seat. Knowing exactly what was going to happen, he activated it and heard nothing, not even static.

“Right,” Ezra said, sounding even more dejected. “Figures. Okay, We’ll have to check the rest of the ship for something that’ll help, then look through the cargo. I know it’s mostly food and medical supplies, but I didn’t see the whole manifest. Maybe there’s something useful in there.”

There wasn’t. Not useful for ship repairs anyway. Kanan knew that Ezra was going to look regardless, but he needed him to do that later. The longer he left it before telling him the truth, the worse it was going to be. He sighed. “Ezra,” he began.

Ezra was already working on opening storage units and checking the inside of every access panel for spares that might have been left there by accident on a previous repair.

“We were expected to be gone a couple of days,” Ezra said. “Hera won’t even be looking for us yet. And what about the mission to Jedha? The people there will be relying on these supplies.”

“Ezra,” Kanan said again. “There was no mission to Jedha.”

He could sense Ezra’s understandable confusion. “What are you talking about? The supplies…”

“Are for us,” Kanan finished for him.

That got his attention. Ezra stopped what he was doing and turned to face Kanan. Kanan imagined him staring, searching his expression for a sign of what he meant.

“Sit down,” Kanan told him. He indicated the other seat with a wave of his hand. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

Day 2

Ezra was angry. He could feel the dark side of the Force nipping at him, whispering tempting ideas into his mind. He ignored it, suppressed it, pushed it down as deep as he could manage. Instead, he took a deep breath, adjusted his position on the ground, and tried to concentrate on his meditation. Losing himself wasn’t going to help anything, not when he was already lost in another way.

Still, the fury remained. Kanan had betrayed him. Hera had betrayed him. And maybe they had done it for the best of reasons, but the least they could have done was discussed it with him beforehand.

“You would never have agreed,” Kanan had told him, when he had said just that.

He had shaken his head angrily at that. “Of course I wouldn’t have agreed. Why did you?!”

They still should have told him. Even if it meant they would have had to drag him kicking and screaming onto the ship, they shouldn’t have lied to him. They shouldn’t have sent him off on a mission in a ship that they knew kriffing well was going to stop working when they reached a certain point, drop out of hyperspace and crash them who-knew-where. A ship that Hera had rigged to do just that.

He had a right to be angry. Even Kanan had said so. Although he had cautioned him to be careful.

He had known something was strange when the Phantom had lost power. The way it had veered toward the planet before the engines had cut out entirely, the way the electronics hadn’t gone until they were well inside the orbit, none of it had felt right.

He wondered whether Hera had received his distress call as they went down. He wondered what she would have thought if she had.

Kanan told him they had received intel that the Empire was coming for them. Not for the Rebellion, not for Yavin 4, not even specifically for the Ghost, although all of those things were a real and ever-present threat. The Empire was coming for the Jedi. For him and Kanan. One last push to remove the last of the Force users that they didn’t control from the galaxy.

It didn’t make any sense to hide them away. The Empire would be coming regardless. True, they might plan to take out the biggest threat first, and then come for the others, but surely without the two of them there, it would only mean that the Empire would come for the rest of the Rebellion sooner. And there would be no Jedi there to help with the fight.

“We’re a weapon,” Kanan had told him. “If they think we’re dead, they won’t be expecting us, and Hera can return for us either when we’re most needed, or when the Empire is defeated and we’re free to live our lives.”

In other words, they had been placed into storage, like a valuable tool that the Rebellion didn’t want to lose in case they needed it later. Well, he wasn’t a weapon, he was a person, and he was angry.

What made matters worse — but at the same time a little better — was that Sabine, Zeb and Chopper had no idea. On the one hand, it meant that they hadn’t been in on it; they hadn’t lied to him. On the other, it meant that when Ezra and Kanan didn’t return from their mission, they were going to be told the official line.

The Phantom went down, the Jedi are dead.

Everybody was going to be told that. Not only Sabine and Zeb, but his friends in the Rebellion: Hobbie, Wedge and the other pilots. The Resistance movement on Lothal: Ryder Azadi and the rest of his cell. The only people who knew the truth were Hera, and Senator Organa.

And what if something happened to them? Then where would that leave Ezra and Kanan?

Stupid question. It would leave them exactly where they were right now, stranded on some unknown planet, alone, for the rest of their lives.

Day 4

“They’re going to have heard by now, aren’t they?” Ezra said.

Kanan almost flinched at the unexpected words. It was the first thing that Ezra had said to him in days. He knew exactly what he meant; Sabine and Zeb, Hera would have had to have told them something by now. He nodded. “They might. It depends how Hera decides to handle things.”

He hoped they knew — or thought they knew — what had happened, but it was going to be difficult for Hera to handle that part, and although they had discussed it, it hadn’t been possible to come up with a coherent plan before they needed to leave. There would be no bodies, no evidence of the crash, nothing that they would be able to show to anybody to support the idea that the two Jedi had died. After just a few days, Sabine and Zeb wouldn’t just give up and accept it.

If their positions were reversed, Kanan would never stop searching; he would never stop believing that there was a chance. Neither would Hera, not if this had been real. If after a few days she were to simply shrug and tell people that Kanan and Ezra were probably dead, it would seem wrong. It would seem exactly like the lie that it was, and nobody would believe it. Rumors would start to circulate, and there was a good chance that somebody would guess the truth.

On the other hand, he couldn’t expect her to keep pretending, to continue to search, knowing all the time that she wasn’t going to find them, knowing exactly where they were. He couldn’t expect her to keep up that act, to lie to Sabine and Zeb, and even to Chopper, over and over again. Because every time she acted as though she believed that the next planet would reveal something, she would be lying to them, and every time it would become more difficult.

“Do you think maybe she decided to tell them the truth?” Ezra said.

It wasn’t impossible, it would certainly make things easier in one way. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “The more people that know, the more dangerous it is.” That was how the Rebellion was run, nobody knew everything, and the more valuable the information the fewer people were privy to it.

“I just hate to think of them thinking…” Ezra broke off without finishing.

Kanan nodded. “Yeah,” he said. “I know. Me too.”

“Yeah, well,” Ezra said, and Kanan could hear the snarl in his voice, “Maybe you should have thought about that before you agreed to this stupid plan.”

Day 7

If Ezra had been involved in the planning of this stupid idea, he would have — well, for a start he would have told them how stupid it was, and refused to have anything to do with it — but if it really had been unavoidable, he would have made sure they had a functional comms unit. Even if they didn’t use it, it would have been good to know that they could. It would have helped with the feeling of complete isolation.

It might also help if he could bring himself to speak to Kanan again. But that was going to take a while longer.

Day 10

Kanan had known this was going to be difficult, he just hadn’t realized how difficult it was going to be. He had anticipated Ezra’s reaction; he felt angry and betrayed, and Kanan didn’t blame him at all. Of course, Ezra didn’t understand the level of the threat. He didn’t understand how afraid Hera had been when she had made the suggestion. He didn’t realize that although they had lost part of their family temporarily, the alternative would have been so much worse.

And Kanan, he hadn’t understood how hard it would be to be away for so long. Once, he had believed that it would be impossible to survive without seeing Hera again, and he had been forced to learn that wasn’t true. In time, he would learn the same about this. But he ached to talk to her again; to hold her, to have her tell him everything was going to be okay, and to promise her the same.

He was very glad they had sabotaged the comms unit too, or it would have been very difficult not to give in to the urge to break radio silence.

Day 16

“Did you actually choose this planet?” Ezra asked over a dinner of ration bars one evening.

Kanan shook his head. “Not me.”

Hera then. “Do you even know where we are?”

Another shake of his head. “It’s not important. I know it’s uninhabited and there’s nothing here that should attract the attention of the Empire. The place is heavily forested, and wood isn’t a resource the Empire has much need for, but the trees would delay any construction making it unattractive for them.”

“It’s definitely unattractive,” Ezra agreed.

Kanan frowned, obviously not understanding. “There’s nothing here worth mining, and it’s been left alone so far. There are plenty of sources of fresh water, and the plants are mostly edible.”

Ezra eyed the crates of food he had believed were destined to feed the people of Jedha. They weren’t going to need the plants to be edible. Not unless… “Kanan?” he asked. “How long is Hera planning on leaving us here for?”

Day 23

“You probably don’t know this,” Ezra said one morning.

They were gathering the edible berries that grew on the vines that wrapped several of the trees not far from the crash site.

“I mean, you almost definitely don’t know this, but these berries do not look appetizing.”

Kanan hadn’t even thought about it. The vines were mercifully free of thorns, and he ran his hand over the surface until he located one of the fruits, squeezed it lightly to test its readiness, then plucked it and dropped it into the bag.

“They’re yellow,” Ezra added. “Not that there’s anything wrong with yellow, but it’s this kinda, sickly, off-white yellow, and when they have any damage on them, the inside oozes out, and that makes me think of…” he hesitated, “unpleasant things,” he finished.

Kanan nodded, and opposed one of the berries in his mouth. Whatever they looked like, they tasted delicious. “Sounds horrible,” he said with a smile intended to show that he didn’t care.

“Yeah, but not as bad as the things hanging on that tree,” Ezra said, giving no indication as to which tree he meant. “And hey, did you know the leaves of the trees are kinda purple here?”

Again, unsurprisingly, he hadn’t known. He had seen different colored trees and plants on different worlds around the outer rim. He had seen trees that changed color for certain seasons, and trees covered with sharp needles instead of leaves. He had never really paid attention to any of it, it had all simply existed in the background of his awareness, but he knew it was there.

He could get a good idea of what this world might look like simply from calling on past experience and what he could hear and sense around him, but until Ezra had mentioned it, he realized that he hadn’t done that. He hadn’t even considered it. He had shaped his opinion of the world based entirely on what he could hear and feel and taste and smell, and what he could sense through the Force.

“Is that a good thing?” he asked. “Purple trees?”

“I don’t know,” Ezra said. “It’s just a thing.”

Kanan nodded. “It’s not so bad here, is it?” he said. “It could have been a lot worse.”

Ezra scoffed and Kanan heard the sound of several berries being dropped into his bag before he replied. “Oh, yeah, it’s great,” he said sarcastically. “Know what’d make it even better? If we had the option of leaving.”

It would have been tough to argue with that. There were probably worse places in the galaxy to be stranded — well, of course there were worse places in the galaxy to be stranded, Kanan had been stranded in some of them — but even though he had agreed to coming here, it was difficult not to feel like a prisoner. It had to be worse for Ezra, who had been given no choice; no foreknowledge.

“I’m sorry,” Kanan told him. “If there’s been any other way…”

“Yeah, you said,” Ezra told him, curtly but without that sense that he was cutting him off completely. He just didn’t want to hear it right now.

Things really could have been worse though. The ship had landed in woodland, a short walk from a river that was a good source of clean, fresh water. The air was likewise clean and unpolluted, and smelled of fresh greenery— purplery? — or of damp leaves underfoot, depending on the direction the wind blew.

The ground had taken some getting used to. It was soft underfoot, years of falling leaves had built up to a surface that his feet sunk into easily. It made walking difficult, and at first it had confused his ability to sense his surroundings, until he learned to compensate. It was very comfortable to sit on though, like meditating on a soft bed.

Above their heads, the canopy rustled constantly as the breeze worked its way through the leaves, adjusting its tune to match the weather and the time of day. It meant that it was never completely silent there.

Whatever color the trees were, or the berries, or the ground or the sky, it felt beautiful. One day, he was going to show it to Hera.

He hoped.

Day 32

“Again.”

“Seriously?” Ezra sighed before getting back into a defensive stance.

Kanan didn’t wait to reply before he lunged at him without warning. Ezra dodged out of the way. He ducked into a roll then leapt to his feet, lightsaber in a defensive position.

He took a breath, then began to advance on Kanan. He ducked another blow, then switched his weapon to his non-dominant hand and attacked. The change of hand threw Kanan for a moment; not long, but long enough for Ezra to gain the advantage. He caught his Master off-balance, and ended the match with a few lucky swings.

He grinned as he offered a hand to help Kanan to his feet. Kanan accepted it graciously. It was their fifth sparring match so far today, and only the first that Ezra had even come close to winning. He was almost certain that Kanan had let him win, but he couldn’t stop himself grinning anyway.

“You’re improving,” Kanan told him.

“Nah, I just got lucky,” Ezra insisted.

Kanan shook his head and placed a hand on Ezra’s shoulder. “You’re improving,” he said. “Ready to go again?”

Ezra sighed, but prepared himself. “Nothing else to do, I guess.”

Day 50

Kanan arranged the firewood ready to light the campfire for the night. One good thing about the planet, or possibly about their location on the planet, was that so far it hadn’t been cold. A little chilly sometimes, but nothing that shutting themselves inside the Phantom overnight couldn’t fix. They didn’t need the fire for heat, not to heat themselves anyway. But there were certain vegetables that needed to be cooked to make them palatable. The fire also provided Ezra with a light-source, and as such had become a fixture every night, whether they were cooking or not.

Oddly, there didn’t appear to have been much change in the length of the day and the night, which made it difficult to tell which season they currently found themselves in. At the same time, the weather hadn’t changed much, leading Kanan to suspect that they had been lucky enough to land in a temperate area. Or maybe the whole planet was like that. Hera had selected it, she would have chosen somewhere where life would be easier.

But if it did grow cold, it was good to know that they could build a fire, as well as that they had an ample supply of blankets and warm clothing.

He sensed Ezra’s eyes on him as he finished building the fire. “You know,” Ezra said. “That’s one practical application for a lightsaber that I never thought of before.”

“Lighting a fire?” Kanan asked.

“And cutting the wood.”

Kanan nodded. It was more than a weapon, it was a useful tool in so many ways. But that particular application wasn’t one that he had considered either, until they had found themselves here.

“So, what’s on the menu tonight?” Ezra asked. “Boiled unnamed vegetables? Or the other unnamed vegetables that don’t need to be cooked?”

Kanan gave him half a smile, then ignited his lightsaber and touched it carefully to the wood shavings at the centre of the pile. They had more than enough of both to last them through any winter that might come, and so far they had proved to be easy to store without having to worry too much about them perishing. The longer they spent on the planet, the more they relied on what they found there, keeping the long-lasting supplies they had brought with them for times when they either really needed it, or wanted a break from the monotony.

“I was thinking,” Ezra said. “Maybe we should give these vegetables and stuff names. It’d make it easier to know what we’re talking about.”

It would, especially given Ezra’s tendency to describe things as ‘the green one’. Kanan shook his head. “I don’t think we need to. It keeps things interesting.”

Besides, starting to name things felt a little too much like giving up and calling the place home.

Day 83

Ezra shifted uncomfortably on the bedroll laid out on the floor of the Phantom. At the other side of the ship, he could hear Kanan breathing quietly. Ezra rolled onto his back, supported his head in the palms of his hands with fingers intertwined and stared up at the darkness above him.

Nights on the planet were dark. It had no moon, and the thick canopy of leaves meant that it was difficult even to see the stars from their location. It was probably different down by the edge of the river where the trees thinned out, but he had never been there at night; he knew that if he was, he would have to stay until dawn or stumble back through the forest in almost complete darkness.

Of course, that wouldn’t have been an issue for Kanan, and neither was the fact that inside the Phantom at night there was no light at all, a darkness so absolute that his eyes could not adjust even enough to show him shapes, or the outline of the viewscreen. Even after so many weeks on the planet, he had still not grown accustomed to it.

He hadn’t mentioned it to Kanan. He probably wouldn’t mention it; what would be the point?

“Kanan?” he asked.

There was the slightest pause before an answer came from the other side of the room. “Can’t sleep again?”

Ezra shrugged, a gesture that felt even more pointless when he couldn’t see either. “Did Hera tell you how long they thought we’d be here for? I mean, is this what you expected, or did you think we’d be out of here by now?”

“I don’t know,” Kanan told him. “It’ll take as long as it takes.”

“But you must have had some kind of an idea.”

“I didn’t,” Kanan told him. “I don’t.”

Ezra sank into silence. He got the impression that Kanan had been almost as in the dark — figuratively speaking — as he was over this. He might have agreed to it, but he had no idea what he was actually agreeing to. And just like Ezra, he had no idea what was happening out there in the rest of the galaxy.

“Do you think they’re okay?” Ezra asked, breaking the silence again. “I mean, you don’t think anything happened to them, do you?”

Kanan’s only response was an impression of tension transmitted through the Force, and for a moment, Ezra was almost glad that he couldn’t see him.

Ezra sighed. “No. They’re fine,” he said, not sure not whether he was reassuring himself or Kanan. “I guess it’s just taking a little longer than Hera thought, right?”

Only, surely if she had really believed it would be that long, she would have come up with another plan. She wouldn’t have sent them away to hide for so long, not when there was so much good they could be doing. Either things had gone badly wrong with the war effort and it simply hadn’t been possible to come back for them, or something had happened to Hera. The fewer people that knew the secret, the more possible it was that none of them were left alive.

He didn’t want to think about that. He didn’t ever want to think about that.

“Maybe they’ll come for us tomorrow,” he said.

Kanan answered him with silence. Ezra looked up at the darkness above his head and didn’t sleep until the first rays of light began to penetrate the viewscreen of the Phantom.

Day 102

Fall was beginning. Ezra had mentioned the leaves overhead beginning to turn from their deep purple to a lighter, less healthy shade, now Kanan felt them beginning to fall to the ground, joining those from previous years in piles on the ground. There was a chill in the air, not so bad that they needed to change their habits, but enough that it felt different. So, the planet had seasons after all.

They shouldn’t have been here anymore. Ezra had been right, that night in the Phantom weeks earlier; Kanan did had an idea how long they should have been waiting, and they should have been home by now.

He flexed the fingers of his right hand, still feeling the ghost of Hera’s touch, and the words that she whispered in his ear, “I’ll see you in a couple of weeks.”

They had packed more supplies than needed, and deliberately picked a planet that they knew was livable in the long term, because they had known there was a chance that it might be longer, but it was such a slim chance that they hadn’t even mentioned it. They were supposed to be home by now, and the fact that they weren’t worried him.

He thought he would know if anything had happened to Hera. It was something he felt as though he would know, no matter where she was in the galaxy, no matter how many lightyears there were between them. But of course, that wasn’t necessarily true. The truth was, he had no idea what was happening outside of their little corner of this tiny world, and he hated it.

If something had happened, if he had been there, might he have been able to prevent it?

Agreeing to this was the worst decision he had ever made.

Day 162

Ezra grinned widely as he deactivated his lightsaber. It might not be the ideal way to learn, but the opportunity to practice every day for so long had definitely improved his technique. He had thought he was good before, but now he felt ready for anything.

It was too bad he was probably never going to get the chance to try out his new skills in the real world.

Day 214

Kanan carefully poured the river water over the tiny marrow plants growing in the vegetable patch by the side of the river. He could feel the sun warming his skin, and the water behind him bubbled as it hit rocks and bumps in the riverbed. He knelt down and carefully dug a small hole to begin the next row of plants, spacing them so that each one had enough room to grow, placing the roots into the soil and covering them over with his hands, pressing down to ensure they were held firm.

Winter had been mercifully short, and spring had arrived. It felt like a good time to plant the infant plants that had grown from the seeds he had harvested at the end of the last year. After weeks of careful cultivation back at the Phantom, while he had worked over the patch of soil by the river, it was time for them to move into the ground and try to thrive.

When he was finished here, he would move on to the three kinds of root vegetables that they had found. Each had their own patch of soil, and if things went well, within a few months they would have all the food they needed to get them through the rest of the year.

When he had finished and watered the second row, he turned his face skyward. They were still out there somewhere, he was sure of it. As much as he tried not to think about it, it was impossible.

He wondered whether Hera was thinking about him too.

Day 287

The floor of the treehouse was smooth to the touch, seared by the lightsaber that had cut the wood. Ezra’s bedroll lay pushed up against one wall. The treehouse was empty otherwise, and would probably stay that way. It wasn’t like there was anything on this planet worth stealing. Still, it was nice to have his own space again. He hadn’t had that since Lothal.

The treehouse reminded him of his tower, in a way. The higher vantage point allowed him some kind of a view, not much, but more than he could get in the Phantom. And as an added bonus, some starlight penetrated the area, and he could see at night. Not much, but enough.

Since moving up there, he had slept better than he had in years.

Day 349

The fire crackled as the wood burned, the smell of fire filled the air, and Kanan breathed in deeply.

Next to him, he heard Ezra do the same. They hadn’t cooked tonight, instead, they had finished off the very last of the rations they had brought with them, two ration bars that Ezra had been saving. It had felt like an occasion, although Ezra had insisted that it wasn’t.

Nothing special, just a day.

They were now completely reliant on the planet to provide for them, and it would.

“Do you still wonder what’s going on out there?” Ezra asked. “How they’re doing?”

Kanan turned to face him. It didn’t make any difference to him, but it seemed to put Ezra more at ease. “Every day,” he said.

“Me too,” Ezra told him. “But I think we’re going to have to learn to live with not knowing.”

Day 431

The irrigation system that Kanan had set up to feed water to the vegetable patch was working well, but Ezra’s absolute favorite of the new innovations they had come up with was the one that moved water from the river directly into the camp. Not only did they have water on tap, but he had been able to have a shower again. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been able to treat himself to something more than a quick wash in freezing river water.

In the summer, if you showered in the evening, the water would be warmed a little by the sunlight, before being slowly released onto whoever was lucky enough to time it correctly. The trick was to beat Kanan to the shower, but still to be late enough that the water was warm. But to be early enough that it hadn’t already begin to cool.

Ezra won more times than he lost. He suspected that Kanan let him.

Life was good.

He still ached to know what had happened; to see his family again, to talk to them, to know that they were okay. But then maybe it was better not to know. As long as he didn’t know, they were still up there, fighting the Empire.

They always would be.

Day 569

Something was wrong.

Kanan felt something disturbing his meditation, but couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was. A feeling, something coming from deep inside him, but something that he couldn’t quite identify. Something familiar, but long-forgotten.

There was a sound.

Kanan opened his eyes. It wasn’t an intentional thing, he barely even realized what he was doing until he turned his face skyward and was disappointed not to see the sight that he had anticipated.

It made no sense. On this planet, he had never seen. There was no reason to expect to see anything in the sky. There was no reason to expect to see the sky at all. That had been lost to him a long time ago.

As had the sound. He concentrated on it; a distant humming in the background, still so quiet that it was difficult to tell whether it was real or imagined. He knew it well, and it had been a long time since he had imagined that sound. In the early days, he had heard it all the time. It had roused him from his sleep and interrupted his meditation and his training sessions with Ezra. It had never been real, and as time had passed it had faded away completely.

He had long since accepted that he would never hear it again.

It was growing louder. The sound of engines, of metal cutting through an atmosphere. Beside him, he sensed it claim Ezra’s attention too. That meant it was real. That meant…

“It might not be them,” Ezra said. “It could be the Empire.” Kanan could hear anticipation in his voice, excitement, but also doubt, as though he didn’t dare let himself hope. To believe something to be true and then have it proven wrong would be too painful. Especially now.

But it wasn’t the Empire. Kanan knew the sound of those engines. He recognized the exact pitch, the hum, the way that the air around him seemed to vibrate. He closed his eyes again, and reached out into the Force, searching for familiarity, and almost instantly, he found it.

At that exact moment, he heard Ezra’s sharp intake of breath as the ship came into view, sensed his disbelief and excitement.

“It’s them,” he said. “Kanan, it’s really them!”

#star wars rebels #swr fanfiction #ezra bridger #kanan jarrus #hold tight guys #this one's painful #or so I've been told

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Wolf's Heart

Chapter 4. Ezra

I dont know how long I was in that cell for, as there wasn't any real way to tell the time. Sometimes the wolf would come and sit at the cell door, either with food or just to stare at me all weird like. Like he was watching me, waiting for me to do a trick or something.

The wolf itself was huge, about as big as one of Kanan's horses. Its fur was a dusty black, sprinkled with gray. I could've sworn i saw tints of brown or red, but that could've just been blood. Its eyes were a deep molten gold, with a slight ring of red around the irises. Its triangular ears always seemed forever at attention, hardly moving. The fangs were as big as my hunting knife and stark white against the black of its lips. The tail was long and, when sitting or otherwise at rest, curled around its hind paws.

"Look" I said when i finally to be uncomfortable, "I'm not some circus animal. I'm not gonna do tricks or anything. If you're gonna kill me, just stop wasting my time and just do it already".

"Nobody said anything about killing you, boy. I simply like to watch, observe, and think. I would hope you see nothing wrong with that".

"Um...it's a little creepy".

The wolf sighed through its nose. "I suppose you prefer the other then?".

"The other? The old guy with the hood? Nah, you're both equals now as far as creepiness goes".

It rolled its eyes. "Fine. I'll leave you be then".

Before I could say anything, it was gone. Damn he was quick. When I was certain I was alone, I went ahead and pulled out a book to read. Sadly it was hard to concentrate on the story or even the words, as it all just reminded me of home

I didnt think I'd miss it so much, but I did. It hadn't even been a full week, as far as I knew. All I wanted to do was go home. Sabine was right; The wolf was a monster that needed slaying. I tossed the book at the wall of the cell in frustration.

"There's a shortage of good literature in the galaxy. It would be a pity to damage that" it was the hooded man.

"What do you want? Here to stare at me too?" I asked, my tone harsh and sharp.

"Actually...I came for conversation".

Conversation? Why didnt he just talk to the wolf? I eyed the shrouded figure suspiciously as he sat in front of the cell, still in the darkness.

"The wolf finally told me your name. Ezra...I like it".

"Thanks. What about you?".

"I have had many names over the course of my life. I don't remember my birth name. Most of my life I was called Maul. But I've tried to shed that image".

"Image?".

"That I'm some predator or something. It fit years ago, but now...now I wouldn't harm anyone unless they tried to harm me first".

This caught my interest. "You were a warrior once?".

"Many years ago yes. I was an assassin, indeed a predator of sorts".

Interesting. "So how did the wolf get you?".

"Always going back to him" I thought I heard a smile in that voice, "the wolf helped me after my brother's death. He helped me to defeat his killer, but now I am his caretaker".

"Youre a slave here. Well that explains a lot. But the wolf is just an animal isnt it? A really big animal, but an animal nonetheless".

I saw him shake his head. "No, he's more than that. He's a lycan, a werewolf".

"Then he can turn human?!" I stood up, "He'd be weaker! We can put an end to him!"

"But then you'd have to kill me".

"What?!".

"It's also a part of my debt to guard the wolf at his weakest".

I couldn't believe this! He could've easily turned on him, could've helped me! In anger, I threw my pack at the bars with a frustrated growl, causing all my stuff to fall out. He saw the one picture I kept of my biological parents and, before I could grab it, made it levitate to him. I felt myself pale a little. He was like me!

"Give that back!" I demanded, shaking off my surprise.

"Your parents, I take it?".

"What's it to you?".

"Just curious. They look nice".

"Give it back!" I Force-pulled it away, "Don't touch this! Don't ever touch it!".

I didn't know why I was so angry. I missed my parents, biological and adopted. I hated being confined, the feeling of being trapped. I wanted to be free. I heard something slip through the silver bars and I turned. It was a gloved hand, his gloved hand.

"I'm sorry Ezra. I didn't mean to offend or upset you"

I could see him a little. He had an odd, almost cat like face. He was covered in black markings, the skin between them red as blood. His eyes reminded me of the Wolf's eyes. I didn't say it aloud and, hesitantly, took his hand, squeezing it slightly.

"It's okay. I just miss home and...I hate feeling so confined...".

His eyes expressed sympathy. "How about this: I will speak with him about possibly letting you have a room here and spend time outside".

"You'd do that?" I asked.

"I can't guarantee a yes but I will certainly speak to him on your behalf. He seems curious about you".

"That.. would actually be great!" I already had a plan.

If I could get the Wolf to trust me, I could escape. Maybe not kill him, but I could get out of this mess alive.

"Excellent! I'll talk to him when he returns. I'll be right back with supper".

I smiled as I watched him leave. Maybe this would be easier than I thought. I ignored that still small voice however that said I was wrong...

#star wars au #star wars fanfiction #wolf's heart #star wars rebels #ezra bridger #darth maul #werewolf au #werewolf

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#Power S4 EP5: Don't Thank Me *Recap & Review* #FreeGhost

Episode Rating Scale: (10) Exceptional

I don't know about yall but this season of Power got me all fired up. I mean screaming at Angela and Dre for they shadiness. Shaking my head at how devious Kanan is about any and everything. Realizing Jukebox is crazier than Kanan. Loving Tommy and LaKeisha together. So much to scream about and more love to keep watching. Let's recap and discuss Power... Don't Thank Me.

Angela finally gets it!!! She finally understands Ghost didn't kill Greg. How can you claim to know that man but not know when he is telling the truth and lying? Better yet, all that you do know why you would believe he would kill Greg now? Ghost could have been doing that, so why would he now. Sadly, everything he has done has been for the love he had for her. Even the fake break up was to protect her from Mulan. She so smarts till she dumb, I swear. As she sits talking to her sister Paz, I was shocked to hear her sister encourage her to tell her boss what she discovered. We all know Paz didn't care too much for Ghost, but that caught me by surprise. Silver and Ghost discuss the freezing of his finances. I can no longer call him the little helper attorney, lol. Ghost don't trust him anymore then we would. I mean, how can you trust an attorney with full details of your life; who has clearly made it known he doesn't like you. Proctor being removed from the case was the worst thing ever to me. Silver want Ghost to trust him and for a second seem like Ghost thought about trusting him. Silver wanted to know did the prosecution find something in his finances. I mean they close Truth, the hair salon, and the bank account basically. Did they find something? Ghost told him they found nothing but you know he worried. He probably wondering, did I slip up somewhere?

Angela talks to Mike. She tells him the tapes doesn't show Ghost hiding the gun in his office. Because Mike is the real killer, he is not trying to hear anything she has to say. John and Saks interrupt Angela and Mike conversation. Apparently, they found a check between Tommy and Ghost. Now, why would Tommy use a check if he is going to hire Ghost to kill a Fed? So smart till they dumb. Tony is setting something up. He talking to that CO played by Charlie Murphy. Nothing good coming out of that. Silver tells Tarsha she might have to testify. He is trying to be sneaky and get her to tell him what Ghost isn't saying. Little did he know, Tarsha isn't telling you anything. Keisha and Tommy's romance seems to be brewing. Keisha is falling for Tommy, but Tommy is messed up over Holly. That ignorance of Keisha question said it all. Tommy heard her ask what Holly do to break them up. Tommy confronts Proctor about not telling him he is kicked off Ghost's case. Proctor learns that Tarsha is also deep in Tommy's and Ghost's business. Stern pays Ghost a visit. He is trying to get his business back. Ghost does need money but he selling nothing

Proctor is spending time with his daughter when Angela pays him a visit. She wants Proctor help Ghost. Proctor truly doesn't like Angela. We can't blame him on that. He tells Angela to call Silver and talk to Ghost to get the answers she seek. No handshake for you Angela. Tarsha and Keisha have girl talk. Keisha tells Tarsha she is dating a white boy. I thought she didn't want Tarsha to know. I guess she let the cat out the bag. That look Tarsha gave her and Keisha didn't deny she wasn't talking about Tommy. Keisha has fallen for Tommy, omgg. Angela visit Ghost with Silver by her side. Angela learns what Ghost did that night Greg was killed. She finds out he was there when she was at Greg's apartment. She find it hard to believe but she knows he telling the truth. She gives Silver the heads up about the check John going to present to the judge. On that note, meeting over. Silver needs to talk to his client. The more the Feds dig, the more its a possibility Tarsha has to take the stand. That wouldn't be good for none of them.

Tariq is staring at a girls number. Tommy sneaks up on him. They share a man to man talk. Tommy finds out Tariq has had sex at a party. Tariq once again lies about the company he keeps. He done got Dre in more hot water with Tommy. Kanan is doing a number on this kid. He mad at his father and hanging with a devil. Ironic he feels his father has lied to him so he mad at Ghost. Little does he know, Slim aka Kanan is lying to him and using him.

Tarsha and the kids arrive at court. Tarsha try to talk to Silver but he can't talk right now. John enter the check into evidence to the judge. Silver calls a witness to the stand. Tarsha thinks it's her but nope, Ghost took the stand. He explains the check was to cover security for his three nightclubs. Ghost puts on the business man persona. If I didn't know better I would have believe he was an innocent business man. Lol. Now the prosecutor has something up their sleeve. What could it be? While court is in recess, Stern approach Tarsha. Since Ghost turned him down, he goes to wifey. Glad Tarsha didn't feed into him. Dre had a new idea for Tommy. The feds got Tommy business a little out of order with Truth being closed, the drug business isn't getting that club money. Dre comes up with anyway to make that money. Tommy likes the idea. He asked Dre about the party he took Tariq too. Of course Dre denies taking him to a party but Tommy think he lying. Court doesn't go well with Mike questioning Ghost. He managed to push Ghost buttons enough for him to scream "I didn't kill Greg." So because he called the man Greg, he killed him. Ummmmmm, he dated Angela and Greg dated Angela. Their paths have cross,why wouldn't he know him as Greg. Duh!!! Don't see how that help the prosecution case.

Back at the jail Ghost is upset with Silver. He does see how he let Mike take him out of character and call him a killer in front if his kids. Silver tells Ghost he will need more money to get all the help to beat this case. Ghost doesn't have that kind of money. Looks like Ghost is losing faith of beating these charges. Ghost in the gym blowing off some fustration. I don't know about y'all but I was screaming "Noooo, Ghost!!!", at the TV. That CO pushed the wrong button talking about screwing Tarsha and his kids calling him daddy. James lose his cool and Ghost emerges. He takes all his fustration out on him and give him a blood bath death. Then enters Biscuits and Tony. So that was the plan. They was going to kill Ghost. I guess that plan didn't work out. Biscuits tries to stab Ghost. As they wrestle, Tony change the plan. He kills Biscuits, then orders Ghost to change clothes with Biscuits. Amazing how the jail has no camers. Lol. Anyway, now Tony has something to hold over Ghost head. How will he use it?

Tarsha question Tommy about him and LaKeisha. Tommy tells her it all started when she hid her from Mulan. Tarsha share the news that Keisha is into him. Tommy finally tells Tarsha the truth. Tarsha thought Tommy would have found her after finding out she was pregnant. He tells her the entire story about not being able to kill Ghost per Lobos orders. Holly tried to kill Ghost and he thought he was dead. He didn't know she was pregnant. Tommy isn't feeling LaKeisha like that. He loved Holly and he killed her. Hard pill to swallow. Tommy not ready to love again. Poor LaKeisha with a friend like Tarsha, who needs enemies. She basically told Tommy to keep dealing with her to keep her from being a woman scorned or kill her. At least that's what I took from the protect the family. Lol.

Angela takes the stand to testify on the truth. She admits the tapes clear Ghost of the charges. John brings up Angela and Ghost relationship. The judge had enough. He orders suspension for the entire prosecutor team and set Ghost free. Yassssssssss!!!! That's what I was screaming at the TV. Ghost thanks Angela but of course she just couldn't say, "You are welcome." Smh. Dre and Kanan meets up. Dre gives Kanan his last payment. Dre ask him again to leave Tariq alone. Dre offers Kanan a proposition to help him. As the two of them talking, Julio sees this meeting. Now what will he do with that information. Finally, someone know Kanan isn't dead other then Dre. Angela and Mike meet up in the elevator. Mike is upset with her but Angela did the right thing. He should be glad and just get out if dodge before the heat come down on him. Silver and Tarsha share a suspicious hug. Looks like they might be feeling each other. Silver tells Tarsha they might want to get a float with their money taking such a lost. At least Ghost can open Truth back up now and the hair salon. When he leaves, Tarsha calls stern. Now what she up to?

Tariq shows up at Slim's crib. What unexpected visitor is waiting? Tommy has been ordered to go to Chicago. He gets a new ride and leaves his phone behind. Now what is going on. He top dog, how he leave his phone behind. On top of that, he is leaving without knowing Ghost is free. What is going on now? What is about to happen with Tommy? Tony gives Ghost a phone to give to Tommy. Ghost want to know why he interested in Tommy. He knows Tiny been in jail too long to know them personally. He asked, "You know his father or something?" Tony doesn't admit to nothing. The look on Ghost face tells it all. Tony Terisi is Tommy's father. I still stand by that. Lol. As the final moments come to close to the end, we see Jukebox come from out the shadows. That was the surprise visit. The original plan to hold Tariq for ransom and take all of Ghost money is back on the table as plan now that Ghost is free. When she asked Kanan was he down with it, his response, "what you want me to do?" Kanan got all ends covered to take Ghost down. You just can't trust nobody. Stay tuned as Power keeps us on the edge of our seats.

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