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mistrstank · 5 years

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I have an idea for an Ironhusbands prompt. There's all these stories about Tony having nightmares and Rhodey comforting him, but what if it was reversed. What if Rhodey has nightmares about not being able to find Tony in IM1, or Tony dying when his house was destroyed in IM3, or something that happened in any of the other Avengers movies or Civil war. And Tony comforts him.

OKAY! Now that I have crawled my way out from under Open Hearts, Open Doors let’s do this! *rubs hands together*

First of all, I’m so excited someone sent me a prompt you have no idea. *vibrates excitedly*

Second of all, iron husbands!

Read it on Ao3 or below!

It happens for the first time just after Afghanistan. Tony is awake and has been for longer than he cares to count (JARVIS, the little bitch, is quick to remind him), buried in the workshop pulling together the fragments of an idea.

“Sir, Lieutenant Rhodes is on the phone.” JARVIS intones and Tony blinks owlishly around the workshop, waiting for the haze of numbers and formulas to settle.

“What? Oh, put him through.” He waves a distracted hand and pushes away from the workbench, rolling idly across the workshop on his stool.

“ T-Tony?” Rhodey’s voice echoes around the workshop, and he sounds wrong.

“ Sugarbear, what’s wrong? Are you hurt? Please don’t tell me you’re in some military hospital somewhere being poked by second rate medical monkeys.” Tony knows his tone is all wrong; too sharp by far, but his heart is pounding so hard he swears he can feel it hitting the arc reactor casing.

“ Where are you?” Rhodey doesn’t sound like he even heard the off colour joke, and if that isn’t an indicator, Tony isn’t a billionaire.

“Honeyblossom, puddin’ pop, where I always am! Working away in my little ca- uh, house of wonders! I’m more concerned about where you are?”

“M’apartment? I was dreaming. You were gone and I couldn’t find you and I just wanted to. I just wanted to call.” Rhodey’s voice steadies a little, but he still sounds sad and shocky and wrong. Tony can’t remember ever having heard Rhodey sound like this and it’s both extremely gratifying and utterly terrifying. Tony would never like to repeat this experience, thank you.

“Well hey!” He says, falsely bright. “Why don’t you help me out with an issue I’ve been having with the Roadster’s engine. I had this idea, see...”

There’s a shuffling on the other end of the phone, what Tony assumes is Rhodey settling back into bed, but Tony doesn’t pause in his rambling.

It takes about an hour, but eventually the only sound from the phone is quiet snoring, and Tony hangs up with a smile.

~x~

After the Palladium incident, Tony takes to wearing v neck or unbuttoned shirts whenever Rhodey’s around and they both try to ignore the way Rhodey’s eyes seem continually drawn to the reactor. Once, Rhodey even traces a hand from Tony’s neck downwards, following the skin that once wore the marks of Palladium poisoning.

“ Please, Tony.” Rhodey whispers and his eyes are wet. Tony pretends not to know what he’s asking for, but they both know.

He wants to promise he won’t leave Rhodey behind, won’t go somewhere his best friend can’t follow.

He knows it for the lie it is, though.

~x~

After New York, Rhodey calls him every night for a week. The first time he tells Tony in hitching gasps about seeing the Iron Man armour disappearing into a hole in the sky; after that sends Tony very promptly into a panic attack, they don’t talk about it.

They just talk to each other, clinging to the soft sounds of life through a phone line.

~x~

Rhodey gets the phone call to say Tony’s been killed in a terrorist attack, though Tony doesn’t find out until later. He’s drifting aimlessly around the penthouse of Avengers Tower, trying not to remember the expression on Maya’s face right before she died, or the way Pepper screamed as she fell. They’re on a ‘break’, now, and Tony can’t blame her.

He’s a piping hot mess, he knows he is, but everything is so fucked up now he wouldn’t even know where to start fixing it.

The elevator door slides open behind him and Rhodey strides in, looking pale and tense. Tony blinks and opens his mouth to say something pithy, but the words die unspoken as Rhodey crashes into him. Tony stands for a moment in stunned surprise as Rhodey presses his face into the side of Tony’s neck, hard arms wrapped tightly around Tony’s waist. His shirt pulls uncomfortably at the back, where Rhodey has it twisted up in a desperate grip.

“Hey, Sugarplum, the bed in your apartment not cutting it? I can sympathise.” He tries, treading carefully because Rhodey looks like he’s about to lose it and Tony doesn’t know what to do. He kind of wants to panic, but then he figures: what would Rhodey do if it was Tony?

At a loss, Tony slides his arms around Rhodey’s back and clutches just as hard. Rhodey’s grip loses a little of it’s desperation, turns a little less into clinging and a little more like an embrace. Tony shuffles them gently over to the couch, but Rhodey fights him when he tries to get them sitting. Instead Rhodey sits and yanks at Tony until he’s practically in Rhodey’s lap. On his best day Tony wouldn’t deny this position hasn’t featured in some of his very, very, very private fantasies, but that doesn’t seem to be the mood Rhodey’s going for…

Rhodey shifts a little and rests his head against Tony’s chest just to the side of the reactor, arms now loosely wrapped around Tony’s waist, and he gets it.

“I just, I need a minute Tones, I’m sorry. I can’t sleep.”

Tony thinks of telling Pepper he couldn’t sleep for fear of not being able to protect the most important person in his life, and wonders.

~x~

After Ultron, Tony is...Fragile, in a way he can barely admit to himself, let alone anyone else. It’s like Afghanistan all over again, only this time he can’t fix it. He nearly destroyed the world, killed countless people, again. He finds himself pacing around the tower, stepping around broken glass and the remnants of everything.

He’s alone, again, and he doesn’t know why he’s surprised; isn’t this always how his life turns out?

He doesn’t even notice when Rhodey arrives, at first. He’s too busy staring at the broken lines of code that was JARVIS. Now it’s just the echoes left behind, after Ultron’s attack and Vision’s creation. His, well his son is gone and it’s Tony’s fault. He remembers reading, somewhere, that no parent should have to outlive their child.

But Tony’s not just outliving JARVIS, he killed him.

“Tones,” The voice is soft enough it somehow doesn’t startle him, his subconscious registering Rhodey’s presence without him realising it. Tony doesn’t turn but he angles his head a little, an acknowledgement that he knows Rhodey’s there.

Seconds later and arms slide around him, warm and familiar. He’s tugged backwards against Rhodey’s chest, warm flesh and a steady heartbeat to anchor himself to. Rhodey chafes his arms gently, his hands big and so warm, a bony chin coming to rest on Tony’s shoulder.

For the first time in his life, Tony finds he has nothing to say.

~x~

Standing in a hospital waiting room, Tony can’t help but feel bitterly resigned to the fact that somewhere, someone is laughing at his expense. At this point, he figures he has to believe in a higher power, because how else could everything he do so consistently turn to shit. The Avengers have fallen apart, with over half of them arrested, two missing and the remainder not talking to him. But that’s not the worst, because of course it isn’t. The worst is Rhodey, who’d clung to his hand and stared up at him with eyes blown wide in fear.

Who’d whispered ‘Tony, I can’t feel my legs’ as hospital staff surrounded the gurney and started tugging him away.

God, Rhodey couldn’t feel his legs. Tony’s struck by the simultaneous urge to scream and cry; fucking Steve Rogers and his righteous crusade.

“Mr Stark?” Tony turns immediately to face a smiling nurse, standing poised in the doorway. “He’s asking for you.”

He almost trips in his hurry to cross the waiting room, but the nurse only smiles sympathetically and turns back down the hallway. It seems an interminably long walk, with Tony just barely keeping the pile of questions stoppered behind his teeth. Eventually, he’s shown into a hospital room, the huge window looking out onto a small garden. He barely gives the view a glance, his attention immediately arrested by Rhodey.

Rhodey, lying flat in the bed and paler than Tony has ever seen him. Tony crosses the room and sits on the edge, leaning down. Almost simultaneously they embrace, clinging tight to one another. Rhodey presses his face into the space between Tony’s shoulder and neck, and through their embrace Tony can feel the way Rhodey trembles.

“Spinal injury; they said I’m paralyzed, Tony.” Rhodey murmurs, just loud enough for Tony to hear. The words take a moment to sink in and when they do it feels like Tony’s world cracks in half.

His Rhodey is paralyzed.

“Oh God,” Tony whispers, before he can bite the words back. Rhodey nods against his neck and Tony pretends he can’t feel the wetness against his skin. “We’ll fix it, boo-bear.”

“You can’t build your way out of this, Tones.” The words are harsh and grating; Tony expects Rhodey to be angry, to hate him. But there’s no accusation in Rhodey’s voice, just a quiet kind of despair that breaks Tony’s heart. “I’m useless, now.”

“ Watch me. ” Tony whispers fiercely. “Rhodey, I don’t care if you can’t walk, you are not useless. Ever. I’ll always need you, but if you need it, then I will fix this, do you understand me?” Tony leans upright to put some distance between them and forces their eyes to meet. Rhodey’s are wet with the threat of tears, but Tony couldn’t care less. “I’ll build you a whole new fucking spine if I have to, you got me?”

Rhodey laughs wetly, tips his forehead against Tony’s. “Yeah, man, I get you.”

They curl together in Rhodey’s hospital bed, huddling for comfort like they haven’t since they were in college. Rhodey is warm against Tony’s side and pressed this close, Tony can feel the reassuring beat of his heart.

“Any word on Cap and Barnes?” Rhodey asks after a short silence. Tony hums quietly and drums his fingers against the place the reactor used to sit.

“Not as such, no. I think they might have been telling the truth about the UN bombing, though. Looks like Barnes was set up.”

“You goin’ after them?” Rhodey lifts his head and turns a little to catch Tony’s eye. Tony chews his lip in silence for a moment, and then shakes his head.

“No, I’m not leaving you.” He decides, eventually. “Someone else can deal with the mess, for once.”

Rhodey doesn’t say anything for some time, staring at Tony in silence long enough for Tony to start fidgeting. “You should go. He’s your friend, too.”

“Rhodey, you-”

“I’m fine.” Rhodey interrupts firmly and Tony knows the stubborn glint in his eye. “I hate this, and I hate I can’t go with you to watch your back, but it’s the world, man.”

“It’s always the world,” Tony huffs bitterly. “You’d think it would stay saved for five minutes.” He pushes slowly, reluctantly to his feet and hates everything about his life in that moment. Rhodey nods at him and flashes a wobbly smile, though it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Tony, wait!” Rhodey calls just as Tony reaches the door. Tony stops and turns to the sight of Rhodey reaching a desperate hand in his direction. He crosses back to Rhodey immediately, catching his hand and squeezing it warmly. “I’ll be honest, I’ve got a real bad feelin’ about all this, and it feels like every time I’m not lookin’ you’re almost dyin’. So, I’m gonna say it because I feel like I’m gonna lose my chance.”

“Honeypie, you’re not making a whole lot of sense, here. Say what?”

Rhodey tugs on his hand, and keeps tugging until Tony leans down to meet him. The other hand comes up behind Tony’s neck, and a moment later they’re...They’re kissing.

Tony’s brain screeches to a very abrupt halt and then starts racing. Rhodey is kissing him.

Rhodey is kissing him.

Rhodey’s lips are warm and soft, coaxing a response rather than demanding one. Tony groans lowly in the back of his throat and presses into the contact, his free hand cupping over Rhodey’s shoulder. The kiss seems to go on forever and at the same time, it’s over too quickly. They spend a few precious seconds hovering close, breath warm in the scant space between them.

“When you get back, we’re gonna talk about this.” Rhodey states.

“Uh huh.” Tony mumbles, only half paying attention to the words.

“Go save Captain America, hero.” Rhodey’s smiling, now; the first real smile Tony’s seen yet.

Tony goes, reluctantly.

Later, lying alone in a Siberian bunker, he’ll wish he’d paid more attention to Rhodey’s ‘bad feeling’. He’ll think of that moment in a well lit hospital room, with Rhodey’s lips on his, and wish he’d stayed.

~x~

Floating through space in a crumbling spaceship isn’t really how Tony pictured himself going, but considering the number of near death experiences he’s managed to acquire in the past few years…

Well, he supposes it isn’t the worst way to go. Nebula hasn’t given up; she’s still desperately trying to patch up the ship, but it feels like for everything they fix, something else breaks. Tony wants to help, but everything feels a little fuzzy. He knows it’s the dehydration and the starvation combined, knows it’s slowing his thoughts. He can’t remember the last time he slept.

He misses Rhodey.

He wonders if Rhodey’s even still alive; half the universe is gone, now, thanks to Thanos. Statistically, the odds that Rhodey’s alive aren’t...Well, they aren’t great.

He stares blankly at the Iron Man helmet in his hands. The eye slits are glowing a faint blue. He thinks he might have been recording a final message.

He doesn’t remember what he was saying.

“‘M tired, Rhodey.” He mumbles, blinking sluggishly. “Jus’ wanna rest.”

He blinks again, and realises he’s staring at the roof of the ship. When did he lie down? He doesn’t remember doing that, but now that he’s stretched out, it feels so nice. Maybe he could just take a little nap, and when he woke up he could help Nebula.

The ship feels like it’s rocking and the motion is oddly soothing. Tony’s eyes slip slowly closed, his brain distantly registering the tortured shriek of metal without worrying over the significance.

He drifts, for a while; floating in a haze, feeling nothing but the cool metal beneath him. The hunger and thirst fades to the back of his mind. The next thing he becomes aware of is blazing warmth on either side of his face. Tony’s eyes snap open and he finds himself staring up at Rhodey.

He knows the smile that stretches across his face probably looks ridiculous. “‘M hallucinating.” He tells dream Rhodey, who frowns down at him. “Glad s’you.”

Rhodey’s eyes are bright and it takes Tony’s sluggish brain far too long to realise they’re wet with tears. Even then, he only realises because one drops on his face. The splash of wet to his cheek jolts him, and Tony belatedly realises Rhodey is here.

“I got ya, Tones. I got ya.” Rhodey is whispering as he hauls Tony upright. Tony presses into the contact, finds himself folded into a familiar embrace. The lips that press urgently against his own isn’t as familiar, but it’s so welcome. “God, I love you.” Rhodey near sobs and Tony clings with what little strength he has.

Half the rest of the universe might be gone, and somewhere inside that still hurts more than Tony can process. But for right now? The most important part of his universe is here.

#eza answers #eza writes #tony stark #rhodey rhodes #ironhusbands #i love my boys #i'm crying #over tony stark #what's new

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how-many-stars-can-you-count · 3 years

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HEY BESTIE

HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

FIRST IMPRESSION!! Basically my reaction when I first realized you're Lebanese (ma betzakarik abel hek ktir sorry oops): me reading "البحر مالح و الناس مصالح" : WAIT WHAT?! I-Is that- Is that ARABIC??!!! OMG THEY'RE ACTUALLY LEBANESE?!!!!!!!! PLUS THEY ARE ALSO MIRACULOUS FANS???!!! AND YOUR FAVORITE SHIP IS ALSO LADYNOIR????!!!! (Ps I knew you were a miraculous fan and a Ladynoir stan waaaaaay before I discovered you're Lebanese) I also thought you are REALLY nice!!! And I remember being excited when you followed me on Tumblr!!! Basically, it was a really good first impression!!! (w anja2 kenet 3am sadi2 ano tla2et b 7ada lebnene 3a Tumblr lol! W re7et khabaret okhte-)

Truth is: Aaaaaaaaaaaaand I was right! You're amazing!!!

How old do you look: I'm just gonna copy paste this from what I answered @maritasdump because it's long and the same: Okay you’re probably gonna think I’m really weird, but for some reason, if Idk someone’s face (someone on social media) and how they look like, I tend to think they’re from my age?? Like, I don’t just sit there and think: “Oh! Well they’re probably my age! There isn’t any other age in this world after all!!” No. But without actually thinking about it or actually acknowledging it, it’s just a subconscious thought I have lol Basically I thought you were 13 and a half (that is, before I realized you’re 16) I KNOW I’m weird you don’t have to say it

Have you ever made me laugh: I don't remember when exactly but you definitely did!!!! I mean, your posts are also VERY often funny!!! Especially when they're in Arabic and you're just chatting with other Lebanese people lol

Have you ever made me mad: Ofc not!!!!

Best feature: Okay, I honestly don't really know but I love that we have a lot in common!!!! (miraculous, lebanese, we both love lebanese food (I mean who doesn't??? how dare they not love it???) but like, the same types of food not just any food lol, Ladynoir stans, probably more things but whatever I can't remember now lol)

Have I ever had a crush on you: Nope!! (I'm straight btw)

You’re my: AMAZING HOMIEWHO'SKINDALIKEATWINBUTNOTREALLY

#okay the last one was weird wasn't it??#sorry #lol #ok #ma ba3rif chou 7ot bl tags-#um...#ra7 7ot ask #w answered ask #ask game?#eh ask game #ok byyye #have a great afternoon!!#na7na b nafes l balad fa ik ano afternoon 3endik #ella eza ente lebneniye bass mech b lebnen-#ente b lebnen sa7??#7essa 7ale ma ba3rof chi-

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jsteneil · 5 years

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nakasomethingkun replied to your post “i just finished the first third of my big bang fic!”

pls share some of your magic with the rest of us mortals

because at this rate summer is gonna come and go without me ever finishing any of my wip

“a third of my fic” sounds impressive but really it’s just 6k lol

don’t stress too much, you did fine last time! maybe make it shorter? you’ll manage it, i know <3

#nakasomethingkun #answered #you know if you write 300 words a day you can be done in a little under two months #!!#so 15k is really not that much when you think about it #also eza what are you writing #do you need someone to talk to about it

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zareleonis · 6 years

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million dollar question, ezra

#asking huge questions AND finding satisfactory answers?? what a fucking episode #eza bridger #star wars rebels #rebels liveblog

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littlemisspascal · 3 years

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Writing Asks - I have so many questions about Ezra's Journal Entries because it's such a unique idea turned into fantastic writing. I've limited myself to three questions, but no pressure to answer all of them.💡💎⛰

Aww, thank you for this! What was the motivation behind the story? - I have read in different fandoms where a character writes in a journal and I decided to try it myself. Initially I was torn between writing for Ezra or Javier, but when I asked some of my followers they all thought Ezra would have very interesting thoughts to write about and thus I jumped on board the Ezra wagon. What was my favorite part? - This is hard to answer because I love each entry for different reasons. I really liked writing Another Me, Another You because it includes Ezra thinking about alternate universes which is a topic I personally love to think about. It's as exciting as it is a bit tragic to think about other versions of ourselves experiencing all different kinds of joys and traumas. What was the hardest part? - The two entries--Dandelions and Forgive Me--which address Eza's trauma from the Green are definitely the hardest. As someone who has experienced a lot of trauma personally, I want to do my best to write it well and I tend to stress myself out when trying to figure out which words to use.

#i love getting messages #ezra's journal entries #my writing

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spoolesofthread · 7 years

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Most iconic moment of this fiasconauts? My choice is Ian saying "the three of us will make a fiasconauts" and kyles face after

GOD that was so funny, i was losing it. and then ian trying to be like “it’s so you could still play it after, you’d edit it!” was hilarious, oh my god

honestly every moment that ian wrecked kyle this episode was iconic, my favorite was when she had RECEIPTS for when he mispronounced chasm

but def my fave iconic moment all episode was when kyle goes “we’re doing a flashback…. to the offices of buzzfeed” and everyone just loses it

#other good moments were ezra crime and ezra sports #and everything dallas said during the hospital scene #also austin paracha is bi thanks #lmao #eza for ts #fiasconauts spoilers #?#answered #anon

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nakasomethingkun · 3 years

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hi eza :) i dont know if youll be able to answer this, but i saw that you watched the raw unsubbed vid of cherry maho and i was wondering if you spoke japanese/were versed enough in the culture? im trying to figure out when it would be appropriate for kuro/ada to call each other by first names but googling it always says it's pretty much just family and spouses... but ive also seen other places that friends can call each other by first names? i just wanna know where the line is lmao

hi there! i’ll do my best to answer you.

it would be pretty appropriate for them to call each other by their given names once they start dating. not all couples do that, of course, because it can be a pretty big step in the progression of intimacy when you start calling each other by your first name. but again, it would not be weird or out of line to use your partner’s given name once you become a couple. and as you mentioned, friends call each other by first names too sometimes. it would indicate a high level of familiarity, yeah, but sometimes it might also be because everyone in their circle calls that person by their given name, so it wouldn’t be out of place if you also call them by their given name. this is kind of rare, though, and it’s always better to err on the side of caution and politeness and call people by their family name when you’ve just met. unless the person says it out right that you can call them by their given name, of course ;D there are best friends who have known each other for decades who still call each other by their family names too tho. what i’m trying to say is that there would be instances where people call each other by family names, but that doesn’t necessarily mean they’re not close :)　

this isn’t really related, but one other thing i’d like to bring up is 敬語 (keigo), which is honorifics/polite language. adachi and kurosawa don’t use it when they speak to each other, because they’re the same age and they’re peers of the same level (i.e., they started working at the same time). but kurosawa and tsuge use it when talking to each other (and i’m talking beyond referring to each other using the suffix さん), which i thought was a pretty neat detail since they’re also the same age group. but because they’ve just met and are only acquaintances, it’s not weird that they use 敬語。　

sorry, i think i went on a bit of a tangent here lol, but i hope it helped!

#Anonymous #anon #ask #disclaimer tho: i'm not super fluent in japanese #my kanji is particularly horrendous

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narkinafive · 5 years

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fic draft for a sw/rvb au i have w @evaceratops; i’ll post it here to get it out of my system, then clean it up and put it on ao3, so comment w your thoughts if you want!!!!

ghosts that linger, 3k, gen, ft. ezra, kanan, and kallus

Not for the first time, Kanan regretted saving Kallus’ life, if only because the man forced them to change bars every time they met. Kanan had really liked the bartender at the last one.

Tonight’s bar was cleaner, classier, a hell of a lot more expensive. Crowded, too--women and men with dangerously low cut tops and glossy lips hang off the arms of their increasingly drunken patrons, identical smiles painted on their beautiful faces, delicate fingers drawing patterns in the sweet, fruity smoke that permeated every corner of the room. Kanan knew that smoke well; just one pack of Shento cigarras would cost him about a fifth of a good smuggling run. He preferred the cheap shit, not because it tasted any better, but he didn’t refuse the one the tall, pretty Togruta boy offered him, flipping him a fifty-credit chit and a wink in exchange. Kallus already had his lighter out by the time he turned around to face his dinner guest.

“I was under the impression you were trying to quit,” he said, one blond eyebrow carefully raised, a familiar opening to a familiar routine. Normally Kanan wasn’t one to back down from a verbal fight, but tonight, something felt… off. The air was thick with more than expensive smoke and pheromones; there was an itch between his shoulders that he just couldn’t reach. Beneath their table, his leg was bouncing so violently you could almost see it in the glow of the cigarette, vibrating despite his steady hands.

Kanan took a long, long drag of the cigarra, held it, then released, and it did absolutely nothing to calm his nerves. “Any word?”

Kallus hmmed, thoughtfully. Usually a bad sign. “Down to business, I see?”

“Got a girl at home for a few days,” said Kanan, flicking ash into the crystal tray in the center of the smooth, dark table. “She doesn’t want me to stay out too late tonight--said she had a surprise for me if I made it back in time.” He grinned a leering, toothy grin, one he had perfected over years and years of sexual conquests, though he and Kallus both know full well that he hadn’t slept with anyone in months. “So, any reason you insisted on seeing me tonight? You wanna join us?” He felt himself smile wider, baring his teeth.

Kallus rolled his eyes, Kanan detecting a hint of sincerity behind the action, then slid him a thin, beat-up data pad he had pulled from his jacket, a silhouette of a pretty young thing painted in black, scuffed in that telltale way of repeated re-recording. “Far be it from me to encourage your predilections,” he sneered, “but here: the video file you requested.”

And only now did Kanan finally understand the reason for tonight’s setting: Cinisia Club was one of the last places on the planet that didn’t regulate the sale and exchange of sensitive or explicit information. Hiding extremely confidential Imperial data in a porno-vid? Honestly, it was genius. Kanan groaned appreciatively, loud enough that even the eavesdropping droid would be convinced. “Fuck yeah,” he breathed, “the little miss and I are gonna enjoy this one.” The droid, satisfied for the moment, turned its attention elsewhere.

But as Kanan made to slip the datapad into his pocket, Kallus stopped him with a hand. “As much as I disapprove of your little hobby,” he said, each word perfectly shaped, perfectly chosen, “might I suggest enjoying this one without your, ah, little miss? I fear it may be a bit too… much for her, seeing a family member like that.”

Kanan froze. A split second, but he froze. Kallus’ face revealed nothing, perfectly composed as he sipped at his drink. “What the hell does that mean?”

“It means,” said Kallus, “that this video might upset your lovely date, and then who would warm your bed for the night? Certainly not I.”

His heart beat so hard in his chest that he thought it might pop out. He knew. He knew about Ezra. He knew what they were looking for. “Anything else?” he asked, mouth dry enough that he was surprised he could even get the words out.

Kallus shook his head. “Enjoy.” And with that ominous blessing, Kallus returned to the remains of his drink, dismissing Kanan without so much as a second glance.

Sliding out of the booth, Kanan thought for a second that he might faint, then thanked the god he no longer believed in as the lightheadedness passed without incident. But he was sure everyone could see his pale face, his trembling hands, his sweaty brow. It was like every set of eyes in the club tracked his every step as he made his way to the exit, each mocking smile haunting him with the question: do they know, too?

He took his speeder to the opposite side of town, ran a loop around the back alleys, just in case someone decided to follow. No one did, as far as Kanan could see. The lights were always on in this part of town, illuminating the unceasing river of sentients crossing into and over the space port, leaving very little shadow to hide in. Imperial propaganda sounded triumphantly from every corner, an overlapping cacophony of music and commands, screens cheerfully brandishing shuttle times and wanted posters. Helmet on, he waited in a dim corner, eyes fixed on the screen as it worked through its roster of suspects. Senator Mon Mothma, it read. General Jan Dodonna. Saw Gerrera. Admiral Gial Ackbar. Travia Chan. Cham Syndulla. Fulcrum, real identity unknown.

No “Kanan.” No “Caleb” either, for that matter. No other names.

Though who knew how many names there would be tomorrow.

He watched it cycle through again. “If you see something, say something!” Chirped a woman’s voice from the loudspeakers, her words echoing across every surface, broadcast as far as it could possibly go. Kanan could still hear her as he sped away, twenty minutes later. He heard her even as he got out of range, her words ringing in his ears as loudly as any alarm.

Kanan had docked his ship in the bad part of town, but he hadn’t been worried. The Kasmiri wasn’t anything too flashy; spacious quarters had been sacrificed for smuggling compartments long ago, and Kanan had had her repainted as soon as he was sure Janus Kasmir wouldn’t be able to track them down again. Still, his heart lifted somewhat as he approached, lowering the ramp to reveal the soft, warm glow of the cargo bay. Despite her rough exterior, she was still home, a home he hadn’t had in a long, long time.

As Kanan ascended the ladder to the galley, he found that Ezra was still awake, and apparently helping himself to a late night snack, pilfered from Kanan’s emergency stash. “Where were you?” he demanded, perched on the dejarik table, mouthful of a half eaten ration bar.

“Out,” was all Kanan replied, even knowing full well that such a vague answer would do absolutely jackshit to nip Ezra’s curiosity in the bud. “Don’t talk with your mouth full.”

Ezra swallowed. “Were you out with Fulcrum?”

“You, bed. Now,” he ordered at Ezra’s glare.

“Did you get any info?”

“What part of ‘bed’ was a little too hard for you to understand?”

Hopping off the table, Ezra followed Kanan to his bunk, dogging his heels the whole way. “You reek of Shento smoke, and the only place on this dirtball high rolling enough for cigarras like that is going to be the Cinisia Club, which I know for a fact that you refuse, on principle, to even go within three blocks, so the only reason you would go into Cinisia would be to meet with your contact, and the only reason you would actually physically meet Fulcrum instead of just comming them would be because they have something really important to tell you!” He was practically jumping up and down, pacing the very short length of Kanan’s cabin. “Am I right?”

The kid had been hanging around him for way too long. “Not even a little.” Ezra harrumphed, crossing his arms. “Seriously, you should get some sleep. We’ve got an early morning tomorrow, be ready at 0500, sharp.”

Eza groaned, throwing his hands up in the air. “And now we’re running away!” He turned on his heel and stalked out, heavy footfalls and bitter muttering echoing off the walls.

Kanan almost thought about calling him back. He had promised the kid to keep him in the loop, and if this file was what he thought it was… but Kallus’ warning surfaced in his memory. A family member.

How in the hell did Kallus know that he was looking for information on Ezra’s father? Moreover, how in the hell did he even know Ezra existed? How the fuck had Kanan let that happen? He thought he had been so clever, so careful, and he had failed, and it was only a matter of time before--

He shook his head. Kallus wouldn’t betray him, Kanan’s leverage was too strong, at least for now. Once again, Kanan regretted saving the man’s life: even if having an ISB agent in his back pocket was ridiculously useful from time to time, he was certain that, eventually, the secrets he knew would cease to be a good enough threat to keep Kallus from talking.

The ancient datapad booted up agonizingly slowly, heat radiating off the back of it. The screen was scuffed and distorted, laser-pixels clumped together at the corners, but the picture was as clear as it could be. The dark windowless room, the slanted table with attached restraints, the sharp, yellow grin of the Grand Inquisitor, it was all a horribly familiar scene to Kanan. “Prisoner Oh-five-seven-seven-four,” he said, his back to the struggling man on the table. “Ephraim Bridger, is it? I understand that you and your wife once had a son. Ezra, yes?” The man--Ezra’s father--Ezra’s father--spit at the Grand Inquisitor in lieu of an answer. “According to our records, he died in the riots at the age of seven. A shame, really; he showed remarkable aptitude in his Academy exam. With the right training, he could have been a great asset to the Empire, had his mother not foolishly chosen to--”

Ezra’s father swore in his native language. “Don’t you dare talk about her! Don’t you dare!”

Kanan paused the vid, listening out for footsteps around his door, and heard nothing. Good. Ezra couldn’t keep quiet to save his life, usually. He did not want the kid to see this. Hell, he hardly wanted to watch it himself.

He hadn’t been on the assignment, but he remembered the incident well. Kanan had been twenty-two, and so green, relegated to desk work while his superiors thought of ways to fix his “problems,” but he had been called out to the scene anyway. Sometimes he could still picture the scene in his mind, perfect in his memory: the dark night, the wet, hard ground, Mira Bridger’s body. The way her arms had been outstretched, like she was reaching for something. The tear tracks on her face, the slackness of death unable to hide her terror and despair.

And he remembered his orders. Sit on this one, Dume, the Grand Inquisitor--then the Counselor--had coldly informed him. And then, The Director sees no need to include that information in the incident report. And then, You have been taken off this case. Moving forward, this will be handled by more qualified agents.

Ephraim Bridger’s face snarled at him from years ago, eyes blazing. He’d seen that same look before, on Ezra’s face as he saw Troopers harassing those street kids on Garel.

Kanan pressed play again.

“Very well,” said the Grand Inquisitor, “What would you like to speak of, Mr. Bridger?”

“I know you took my son,” Ephraim growled, weak, defiant.

The Grand Inquisitor smiled, thin as the interrogator droid’s needle, and just as sharp. “Mr. Bridger, your son has been dead for years.”

“You lie,” he said. “We knew you wanted him for your little cult, and when Mira and I wouldn’t simply lay down and let you take him, you killed my wife and stole him!”

The needle moved, and Ephraim writhed on the table, the twitch of his jaw as he struggled to hold in his shouts evident as the clenching of his fists. “You are mistaken, Mr. Bridger.”

And on it went, for forty-eight minutes. Forty-eight minutes of torture, and lies, and the strength and ferocity of Ephraim’s will, unyielding against the Grand Inquisitor’s attempts to break it. “Don’t lie to me,” Ephraim gasped, face thunderous. “Why did you take my son?”

“Your son died in the riots, Mr. Bridger.”

“Where is he?!”

Kanan paused the vid, scrubbing a hand over his face. It just didn’t make any sense. The JEDI program had been dissolved when Palpatine took control, so why would the Grand Inquisitor be looking for new recruits? And if they were looking for new soldiers, why didn’t they take Ezra? The kid was smart, quick on his feet, great with machines--he should have been a prime target for the JEDI. Could they just have completely missed him?

No, Kanan decided, this was deliberate. Maybe it was because of his parents, but he didn’t see how leaving alone the child of two known insurrectionists would have benefitted the JEDI; if anything, it would have made him even more of a prize, a big fat slap in the face of the movement. So why leave him alone? And why, if you’re going to leave him alone, go through all the trouble of relocating him?

Too many things didn’t add up, he wasn’t nearly drunk enough for any of this, and outside his cabin was the telltale shuffle of someone listening through the door.

Sure enough, he palmed open the door, and Ezra was there, jerking away from the hole where the wall used to be. “Did you say my name?” he asked, smiling like he hadn’t just been attempting to eavesdrop.

“No.”

“I heard my name. What were you watching?”

“Why aren’t you asleep?” Ezra was a right terror all the time; a tired Ezra even more so. “I told you we had an early start tomorrow.”

The transformation was startling. Where once had been an obstinate teenager, a kid who enjoyed glaring daggers at him from across the dinner table, disobeying orders in flight, and refusing to come to blaster practice, stood a repentant child, his eyes wide in that rarely-seen puppy-dog way that he never outgrew from the street. “Look,” he said, arms raised, placating, “I’m sorry for snooping. You’re the boss, and your business isn’t mine. You’re entitled to your secrets, and that includes not telling me what you were up to tonight, even though you promised not to hide information from me if I thought it was important. Right?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Okay,” said Ezra, unperturbed, “but I just think--”

Kanan groaned.

“I could really help you out!”

“Ezra--”

“I’m still pretty small, I’m quiet, I’m awesome at pick-pocketing,” he counted off, “I could be a really great spy!”

Kanan sighed, the telltale signs of an Ezra-induced headache beginning to manifest, a subtle throbbing beneath his temple overcoming his need to stay as rational as possible. “We’ve been over this,” he said, pinching the bridge of his nose, “and under no circumstances will I use you as a spy. You are not getting involved!”

“I’m already involved!” Ezra said. “You think if you got caught then they wouldn’t arrest your ‘mechanic’ for treason, too?”

He was right, of course. “Ezra,” said Kanan, bringing his hands down on his shoulders, tilting his head up to look him in the eye so that he could see, so that he could understand, “you listen to me. If there is the slightest chance that you can get out of this with your nose clean, then you take it. Do you understand?”

“Kanan--”

“Ezra!” He shook him. “Do you understand me?!”

“Fuck you!” Ezra roared as he shoved him off, nearly knocking Kanan into the strut of his bunk. “Just, fuck you! They were my parents, and I have the goddamn right to know why they died!”

“I know!” Kanan shouted back. “Of course you do.”

“Then tell me what’s going on!” Ezra advanced, hands balled into fists, jaw clenching with barely contained rage. Just like his father.

He couldn’t keep this from him for much longer.

“I don’t--” He broke off, willing the right words to come, “I don’t want to be wrong about this.” Ezra faltered at that, his shoulders losing some of their rigidity as his anger started to bleed out of him. “I have my suspicions, but that’s all they are right now: suspicions. This isn’t just a simple matter of corruption. What I’m--what we’re investigating might involve people so far up the chain of command that they could take us out in broad daylight and walk away without a single scratch on their reputation. These people,” for Kanan knew them well, knew them so intimately it still made him sick sometimes, “these people don’t care about right or wrong, or justice, or anything like that. And they certainly won’t think twice about killing you for what you know.”

Heavily, Kanan sat on his bunk, the lumpy bed sinking even further under his weight, under the weight of the goddamn world. He was so goddamn tired.

The mattress dipped as Ezra sat beside him, never taking his eyes off of him. “I can’t sit by and do nothing, Kanan,” he said, softly. “They were my parents.”

Something tried to crawl its way up Kanan’s throat, sitting heavily. This kid. “I know. And I promise, I won’t keep anything from if I think it’s important enough for you to know. But right now, the less you know, the better.”

His mouth twisted, but, eventually, he nodded. “Can…” he looked away, arms coming up to hug himself, the scrape of fabric on fabric seeming to center him. “Can you at least tell me what was on the vid?”

Kanan’s stomach plummeted. He closed his eyes, breathing in the scent of recycled air, dirty laundry, the lingering stench of Shento on his skin. When he opened them, Ezra was looking at him again, the bright blue of his eyes somehow dimmer in the low light of his cabin.

He would rather have the obstinate teenager than this.

“It was an interrogation archive,” Kanan said.

“The Grand Inquisitor?”

“Yeah.” Ezra shuddered, and one hand rubbed at his wrist, almost subconsciously. “I thought it might have some new info, but… he was just torturing the prisoner. Trying to make him forget something he had seen.” Which was true. Nothing in that vid was news to Kanan.

Beside him, Ezra dipped his head, dark hair in his eyes, and tilted slowly until it could be said that he was leaning on Kanan. Kanan’s shoulder twitched, but he knew better than to try to hug the kid. “And the prisoner?” he asked. “What did he know?”

“He knew…” Kallus’ voice in his head, again. “He thought he knew why they were targeting your mother.”

“Did he?”

“Honestly? I don’t know.” And the truth was, he didn’t. The Rebellion, the JEDI, the Grand Inquisitor, the Bridgers, and their son; every answer to every question revealed a whole new web of entanglements, of money and power and depraved individuals, and Kanan was still so lost, adrift in the void of space without a heading. “There’s so much that just isn’t adding up, and I want--I have to be sure, beyond the shadow of a doubt, before I can go any further with this.”

He felt, rather than saw, Ezra’s nod. He wondered what Ezra could feel from him, if he could tell that Kanan still, despite his promises, was lying to him.

#sasha fics #gtl

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Meet the Mods!

Yo, it's ya boi, Mod Komi.

My role in this zine is basically butting my nose in everyone else's stuff lol. I'll be overseeing many aspects of the zine including checking in with artists, animators, writers, graphic designers, and cosplayers voice actors, as well as checking in with the other mods to make sure everything is running smoothly. You'll have seen me answer some questions on the Tumblr as well!

I'm currently modding Of Fire and Fury, a Bakugo Fanzine, as Mod Todoroki, and I'm also participating as an artist in the TodoDeku, Villain, Fantasy, Genderbend, Barbie, and Reverse BNHA Big Bangs.

I'm excited to work with my fellow mods and with our future contributors. Working on a project like this together is a very rewarding experience and I hope that we can all see this through!

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>Also, I can’t spell

Hello, my name is Mod Egg!

My role in this zine will be keeping track of info like check ins and applications and will be helping writers and cosplayers with their progress! I'm also writing the script for our animatic!

I'm currently modding Of Fire and Fury, a Bakugo zine and I'm participating as a writer in the TodoDeku, Villain Vigilante, and Fantasy bnha big bangs.

I look forward to working with everyone and am excited to meet more talented creators!

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Hi my name is Kuuro.

I love TodoDeku and I'm trash for the ship. My role in this zine is to create graphics. I've made most of them on this blog. I hope you like them.

I'm a chaotic person who loves memes and occasionally writes fics. I have an obsession for rice and bubble tea.

This is my first zine I've paticipated in, I'm very excited to working with you all.

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I draw, I would like to eat more mango cheese sauce and enoki mushrooms, and sometimes I sleep in on rainy mornings.

I got into the whole zine deal in the later part of 2017, as a contributor for page illustrations. You might have seen my work in the TodoDeku Worlds Zine and Forever Your Hero Zine.

I may not have done something like this before, being a co-mod, but the chance was presented to me, and I have been making some of the art for this zine's promo posts. Thank you for having me here, please support us. (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

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A happy howdy and a good Yeehaw! I'm Mod Gummy!

Just like everyone else in this zine, I adore Tododeku with my whole heart, and want to create more content for those who share the same love. My role for this zine is to similar to Mod Komi's in the aspect that I'll be overseeing the zine's general creation period and helping enforce deadlines to make sure things go well! I'll also be available for support, critiques, help, or anything else that might be troubling you about the zine! Think of me as your cheerleader/clarification agent!

This is my second time being apart of a zine team, and my second time helping moderate one too so I'm super happy to get more experience! I'll also be participating in the Boku No AU bang too so you might see me then!

The Mod team is a joy to work with, and I'm very excited to have some contributors join the family so we can see this zine through to its production! I look forward to working with you all!

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Hey there, it's Seve!

I'm one of the zine's co-mods as well as your local mascot and I'll be assisting artists along with the animation team! (´꒳`)

This is my first time helping with a zine. My fandom events experience so far has been participating in a few big bangs as an artist (TG Reverse Bang, TDDK Big Bang, and Boku no Villain Bang). Outside of that, I'm currently studying animation. (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و

I'm looking forward to working with all of you!

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#tddk model zine #tddk zine #tddk #zine #bnha zine #mods #mod post #tddk style

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ambrosedeans · 7 years

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blake Can I Just Say that doughy is. the greatest character ever ???? lmao im Love Him so much already

omg,,, aleksa, Thank You :’) they just want to make pastries and be friends with everyone and enjoy life tbh

#im so flattered #this means like #Way too much seriously #ily aleksa #also sorry i'm posting this #but it's to look at when i'm sad #whats do i tag this campaign?#eza dnd #??? subject to change #feel good #personal shit #blake answers #spurvince

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legendbegins · 6 years

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1) Choose one of your own characters (OC). 2) Make them answer the following questions. 3) Then tag three people. 4) Feel free to add some questions of your own.

TAGGED BY: @tearbcrne TAGGING: @fearless2ndmate, @luxaeterna, @spiritedmaiden, @twxlxghtwulf, @dxskregina, @cxsmicjester, @miiphaa, @royalty-of-sandxseas but only if you wanna!!

1) WHAT GENDER ARE YOU? “Male, but I have been mistaken for being a female, not that I mind.”

2) WHAT IS YOUR AGE? “Twenty-seven, or at the very least, I believe I’m around there.”

3) DO YOU WANT A HUG? “Not particularly, unless you’re one of those whom I trust.”

4) DO YOU HAVE ANY BAD HABITS? “I suppose... However, Fi has helped me with my mild alcohol problem. Crimson is convinced I have a death wish, which is not true.”

5) WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FOOD? “Simple soups... Though, I’ve taken a liking to spicier foods.”

6) WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR? “Cookie dough-”

7) ARE YOU A VIRGIN? “Now, that isn’t really your business now is it?”

8) HAVE YOU KILLED ANYONE? “Besides monsters, I have not.” “... I, I killed my CO-” (in which Link is the Renegade)

9) DO YOU HATE ANYONE? “I try not to do so, but Demise and Ghirahim are the holders of my ire.”

10) DO YOU HAVE ANY SECRETS? “... Yes.”

11) WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SEASON? “Summer. I’ve always hated the winter... It’s icy bite is one I rather avoid if possible.”

12) WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND(S)? “Orville. There’s few I’d trust with everything, but he’s one of them. Fi, surely is, but I am hesitant about Crimson... There’s a few more but I am... Unsure.”

13) WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES? “Drawing.”

15) WHEN IS YOUR BIRTHDAY? “... I never knew, but it is during the late summer.”

16) WHAT AGE DID YOU DIE? “I shall die when I’m 27, succumbing to my injuries after sealing Demise away... At the very least, Crimson will keep me company.”

17) ARE YOU NICE OR MEAN? "Truly, it depends, but I believe it is better to be kind than rude.”

18) ARE YOU SOCIAL OR SHY? “I may be quiet, but don’t think I won’t hesitate to speak up.”

19) WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS? “I only knew of my mother, but even then, it’s very little. She... Loved my brother and I but, she was often sad and tired... With all things considered I don’t blame her. She was dedicated but she was sharp, and few dared to get close to her. Ma, she was like an untamed fire.”

20) WHAT’S YOUR WEAKNESS? “Dark enclosed spaces with no clear exit.”

21) HOW LONG CAN YOU STAY UNDER WATER? “For a little bit? But I really don’t want to test that theory.”

22) WHAT DO YOU DO ON A REGULAR DAY BASIS? “Once again, it depends, but I spends lots of time speaking with Impa and Her Grace, sometimes with the captains.”

23) DO YOU LOVE SOMEONE? “Yes. In both meanings of the word.”

24) WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WET YOURSELF?

25) WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE BAND?

26) EVER WORN A DRESS? “Mhm, however, it has only been one a few occasions.”

27) WILLINGLY? “It’s not as if I were forced into one.”

28) WHAT DO YOU CONSIDER FUN IN THE DAY TIME? “I’d say exploring, just, simply walking just for the sake of seeing what you can see.”

29) AT NIGHT? “... Dancing with Hylia was enjoyable, but I like to look up at the stars. It’s calming.”

30) EVER KISSED ANYONE? “In the romantic and platonic sense.”

31) …OF THE SAME GENDER? “Yes.”

32) IT’S CLEAR YOU’RE GAY. “No.”

33) WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE THING TO TOUCH? “Hate to say this but, Crimson’s feathers.”

34) ANYONE LOVE YOU? “Yes, and I love them full-heartedly in return.”

35) WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE COLOR? “Red.”

36) WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? “I’d rather not say.”

37) DO YOU HAVE A PET? “No... Crimson would have my head on a platter if I said so.”

40) WHAT ARE YOU? “A knight.”

41) WHAT’S YOUR NICKNAME? “Unfortunately, Linny.”

42) DO YOU CONSIDER YOURSELF A HAPPY OR A DOWN PERSON? “I try to see the best in others, but I know enough to not count on that.”

43) IF YOU WERE A SUPERHERO, YOU’D BE…?

45) WHAT IS YOUR CURRENT OCCUPATION? “... Again, a Knight of Hylia.”

46) WHO DO YOU KNOW THAT BUGS YOU? “Adall.” “Certainly, however, I am not naming anyone.” A LONG HARD LOOK AT A CERTAIN LORD

47) WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE SONG?

48) DO YOU CONSIDER YOURSELF A WARRIOR? “‘Yes, it’s what I’ve always excelled at, but I enjoy being a teacher.”

49) HAVE YOU ‘DONE IT’ IN THE PAST MONTH? “There is a war going on.”

50) EVER THINK ABOUT GETTING MARRIED? “I’ve always liked the idea of it, but I doubt that is for me. I, I never thought I’d live long enough for marriage.”

51) HAVE YOU EVER HAD A SLEEPOVER WITH SOMEONE OF THE OPPOSITE SEX? “... Unless you count sleeping the barracks or huddling for warmth with Eza, than no.”

52) WHEN WAS THE FIRST TIME YOU ‘DID IT’? 53) DO YOU HAVE ANY PIERCINGS ANYWHERE? “My ears, some ruby earrings Orv gifted me.”

54) ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? “I do not know, and considering that my family had disowned my mother... I am not keen on searching for them to ask, but I doubt it.”

#Tarnished Honor (ooc)#How Much is a Human Worth? Plenty (headcanons)#ooo!! merci!!!#me: lETS DO THIS WITH ADALL #A Sword and Queue in Hand #long post

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Hi! I was wondering, do you ship Sabezra or find them as friends?

@thebeth02 i promised you i’d answer this I’M SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG (and IS so long haha)

tl;dr version is no i mostly prefer sabine and ezra as friends/siblings and i don’t HATE the concept but also i honestly think sabine is a lesbian SO YANNO ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

UNGODLY LONG VERSION:

if you asked me this circa season 1 i’d pretty firmly say no, i don’t like sabine and ezra as a couple. now i would say it’s still not really my thing but im…. more okay with the concept i guess? mostly because they BLESSEDLY dropped ezra’s SUPER AWKWARD crush on her.

like just. the scenario of “boy with crush on girl who is very clearly NOT INTERESTED” is just a huuuge turn off for me. sabine is consistently irritated with his awkward flirtations. doesn’t hate it enough to tell him to fuck off, but she either rolls her eyes or has a teasing comeback for him every time. she didn’t think of it as a serious issue so she just tried to ignore it. i don’t go for stuff where a girl is really plainly not into a boy who likes her, as sabine was. i don’t like the implications of that AT ALL.

and ezra’s crush well.. ezra’s rebel journal and bits from the rebels novelizations by michael kogge show that it was pretty heartfelt (check waaaay back in my ‘ezra and sabine’ tag). but even so, sabine’s assessement in ‘sabine’s rebel sketchbook’ of “he’s like a 14 yr old kid he’ll get over it” was Prettyyyyy accurate nonetheless.

i think his crush was a function of two things. one, the really standard situation of a teenage kid totally knocked off his feet by a SUPER COOL slightly older girl – she makes AWESOME EXPLOSIONS!! and DYES HER HAIR! and can PAINT amazingly!!! and two, ezra’s tendency at this point in his life to latch onto anyone who is nice to him and doesnt abandon him. he was a super sad and lonely kid. after his initial reservations he latched onto the entire ghost crew super quickly. same with ahsoka and rex. i think him getting a puppy dog type crush on sabine in this situation

since ezra got over that crush, i’m a lot more amenable to the IDEA of them as a couple i don’t like the idea that oooh he’s secretly still harbored those feelings the whole time. i dislike it for the same reasons i didn’t like the fact he had that crush in the first place. just that “if you wait long enough EVENTUALLY she’ll see the light” is icky to me.

BUT i think, as sabine and ezra have grown closer the mutual respect, care and admiration is all there. these kids love each other a lot, period. i can buy a scenario where Something More™ grows out of that, as long as it’s completely unrelated to ezra’s intitial crush. i like situations where two people who care for each other deeply for a long time experience a shift in their relationship where those feelings develop into a different kind of love, and they figure out where do they go from there.

ultimately though, i just love sabine and eza WAY TOO MUCH as friends/siblings to seriously entertain the pairing. i love the way they mess around and tease each other like brother and sister. i love how they fit into the little family the entire ghost team has built. it warms my heart a lot. the loving and close relationship sabine and ezra have just makes me SUPER SUPER HAPPY 😊

i think the brand of teasing that goes on between sabine and ezra fits really well for people who have a sibling relationship but not-so-much for romantic prospects. like, teasing your kid brother and bickering because as much as you love each other, you get on each other’s nerves, THAT i adore so much.

the other thing is i honestly just think sabine is WAY TOO GAY to ever like ezra That Way 😹 if there was ever a character who makes way too goddamn good a lesbian for me to pass up it’s sabine wren hahaha. my lesbian senses just Know 😜 i mean does sabine EVER look like a lesbian?? if i didn’t know better i’d even say she intentionally looks that damn gay 😹🏳️‍🌈 also sabine totally has it SUPER BAD for ketsu.

and uh (MAJOR PROJECTION TIME SORRY), i know sabine’s Issues with her family mostly stem from other stuff in canon buuuu~uut. i relate to it a lot and YES it has to do with me being gay so that resonates with me too. it’s important to me on a personal level in terms how i relate with sabine’s story, but it’s also something that could very plausibly add another REALLY interesting layer to her relationship with her family.

ANYWAYS THANK YOU FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK AND READING THIS ENTIRE STUPID THESIS ON SABINE AND EZRA. IF YOU ACTUALLY READ ALL OF THIS YOU DESERVE SOME SORT OF PRIZE

#star wars rebels #sabine wren #ezra bridger #ezra and sabine

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