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musenilla · 7 months
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Let the light in.
Sabine rocking that prison-wear fit 😭 Anyways enjoy some rare soft art from me + extra art dump!! Needed to sketch out Ahsoka and Ezra because they are sooo shaped I love them,,
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morallyinept · 2 months
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I started off writing a soft Ezra fic, and now it's divulged into soft porn... 🫠
It's all his fault... 🖤
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soft-cryptids · 1 year
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Ezra, Prospect (2018).
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orangechickenpillow · 11 months
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There’s something about Ezra and names. Throughout the movie, it’s easy to notice how adamant Ezra is that Cee tell him her name. He asks quite a few times, growing increasingly frustrated when she won’t tell him. I always found this interesting, as it seems like a strange thing to get caught up on. But then I realized -- it’s common for Sketchy People to ask someone (especially children) their name as a way to gain power or influence over them, usually disguised as friendliness or trustworthiness. 
The first thing Ezra does with Damon is ask his name. He then proceeds to verbally use Damon’s name eleven times in the ten or so minutes between then and Damon’s death. Ezra most often uses Damon’s name when bargaining, specifically at the beginning (when Ezra is trying to get information from him) and at the very end when Damon gains the upper hand. There is a brief period in between when Ezra is engaging in very casual, friendly conversation, learning more about Damon and sharing his own anecdotes. He doesn’t use his name even once during this brief conversation. 
Ezra uses people’s names as weapons. He uses them to try and worm his way into people’s heads (”Does this mean the deal is off, Damon?” “Damon your girl is scared, you should listen to her.” “It’s a shame, Damon”), calls them by their name to connect with them, to grab their attention, to try and manipulate them. So, when he’s put in a shitty situation with a teenage girl whose nerves are clearly one breath away from frying, it makes sense that he’d want to know her name. Easier to connect with her, easier to get her to trust him, easier to manipulate her. 
But it’s only well into their reluctant partnership that he actually does get her name. And do you know how many times he uses it during the movie? Once. One time, that’s it. Even when they continue working together, Ezra doesn’t use her name against her -- doesn’t even need to, because at that point they’ve both unconsciously decided that they’re going to work together.
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littlobuni · 2 months
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#⃝ n.93: una carta desesperada llena de besos ❤︎
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shootingstarbit · 8 months
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so i cried
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kalevalakryze · 7 months
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Mar'e'yi'manda
A quiet night under the stars on Lothal, Shin's laying in the grass next to Sabine, "What does it feel like?" They ask, risking a glance over to the other woman in the silver light of the moons.
"what does what feel like?" Sabine hums, fingers twiddling where they're clasped over her stomach.
"To be you?" There's something vulnerable there, something that tells Sabine not to look at them, so she focuses her golden eyes into the reflection of the light that reminds her of Shin so much.
"Everything sings," Her hand raises, open towards the night sky, a gentle breeze skirting past open fingers as her other hand drops from her stomach and to the grass, caking mud under her nails when she sinks the tips of her fingers into the dirt, to the still rain-damp layers below the surface.
"Sings? They question, and Sabine can hear them rustling in the grass, rolling onto their side so they can look across the foot of empty space separating them.
"Music is in everything, y'know?" The Artist shrugged, letting her risen hand finally drop back to the ground to twist grass up between her fingers.
"The wind in the grass, the ships coming out and going in, the life in the cities, the life we can't even see, all of it; and thats just who I am."
"I am the wind echoing across stone and I'm the sun melting away shadows, and sometimes I'm the color and the world is just waiting on me to paint it; I spent too long living in monochrome prisons to be anything but this.. this life,"
"Maybe that's sappy," Sabine huffed out with a tired smile, moving her dirt streaked hands back over her stomach, clasping them together once more, as if physically holding herself in and against the earth beneath them.
"To a Mandalorian, everything is handled in song- The Manda is everything we are; past, present, and future. It's this collective of all of our brothers and sisters, the songs of the lives they've lived. I can't be me without mentioning them, and the songs they wove into this life-"
Offering a sheepish smile, Sabine dares a look back at Shin. Their gaze is cast towards the moons in thought, their gloveless fingers twirling the padawan braid in a self stimulating movement, the ball of their gemstone sliding between the lightsaber calloused pads of her fingertips.
They seemed to be deep in thought, so Sabine let her words fade into the calming silence. From the tower, she could faintly hear Ezra, fumbling as he tried to navigate their home in its new state, with the most naggy occupant in the form of a territorial Loth-cat.
When peace and good company had finally begun to lull Sabine into a near sleep-like tranquility, accent thick in thoughtful words. "The force is like that too," They were contemplative, head held up in one hand, while the other traced a line of smell pebbles hidden in the grass.
"Singing?"
"Ah... Perhaps," Shin's nose crinkled. "I do not hear the music you are referring to, but-" The wolf sat up, legs crossing beneath them and hands dropping to the dirt caught in her greaves. "I can hear the stories." When Sabine's gaze flickered back to them, she found the pebbles, suspended in the air above their palms.
"Not the echoes in the force, more..." A slow exhale, the furrowing of their brows, and a tingle of anxiety as it melted into the cosmos around them. "Your music, your manda; that is the force, for me... My Master taught that everything was the will of The Force, like the Jedi; that we are conduits of the force and executors of its will... and the force has to have wants based on experience, right?"
A smile flickered on Sabine's lips as she watched the pebbles raise higher, the stars reflecting in their eyes as they followed the bottommost stone. Even after everything, Shin never did get talking much; Sabine learned long ago to take every moment their passion and drive for understanding was allowed to surface.
"The Force is written by the lives of all, these stones were once boulders, and in the Force, their pieces can be found; they never stop Being. They will always have a story, even when we cannot see them anymore."
"Funny, Jedi and Mandalorians have a long history of fighting over things like this, when they're so similar," Sabine shook her head as she finally sat up, brushing grass out of her hair.
The pitter-patter of soft paws in the grass tickled her ears, though before Sabine's head could turn, Nix was already making his way to clamber into Shin's open lap. "Little beast," They greeted with a sigh, allowing their pebbles to drop into their hands, setting them down back into the dirt where they had been found.
"I always had a hard time understanding the 'Force is life' thing; But I get it, I think;"
"There is no true way to get it. However you interpret it, so long as you are acknowledging the life it has and the impact you have on it all, that's what it is." Silence fell over the two women again, Sabine allowed her body to lean, shoulder drifting until she was pressing against the smooth leather of the jacket she would never hope to get back. "Thanks for that; I think sometimes, I need the reminder of how big it all is, and how we're all significant despite the size of it."
"Well, you cannot punch it, paint it, or blow it up, so I doubt you would have understood it alone, Mandalorian,"
"Why you little-!" Sabine shoved into Shin, sending Nix hissing and darting off into the tall grass as the wolf and the moon rolled in the grass.
"Hey guys! The Noti are hungry and I think I set your kitchen on fire!" Ezra called, squinting at the plume of smoke from the upstairs door wafting into the night sky.
"Little brothers," Sabine shook her head as she came to a stop, pinned into the dirt with a near smiling wolf.
"Jedi," Shin agreed, rolling their weight off and offering a hand up to the purple haired woman; Force, Manda, whatever it was, both would be rich with the songs and the stories of Ezra Bridger, the Jedi who ignited a bowl of ice-cream.
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fancyfrey · 1 year
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Some soft uwu pillow pile to help a tired Jedi dad sleep for once.
Based on @amarisllis ‘s lovely fic “Bad Dreams and Blanket Forts”
Also happy birthday fammuuuuuuuuuuu
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fulcrum-art-fox · 7 months
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What if Sabine and Ezra just continually trade the lightsaber back and forth between them
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ahsokatanohno · 7 months
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HERA AND LEIA ARE PALS. AHSOKA AND EZRA AND SABINE REUNITED. AHSOKA IS HOPEFUL AND THRIVING. THREEPIO IS HERE ON BEHALF OF SENATOR AND DEFENSE COORDINATOR LEIA ORGANA. ZEB IS TRAINING RECRUITS. MY HEART IS FULL.
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softpadawan · 2 years
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Star Wars: Rebels | 2.22 Twilight of the Apprentice
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tobytost · 10 months
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ezra learns to trust one (1) group of people and then turns into one of those four year olds who have learned how to talk, but not how to not talk, who just overshare oddly specific and/or embarrassing details of their families to complete strangers
NO BECAUSE THIS IS SO TRUE
i just know that Ezra was telling random facts about the crew to rebel pilots on their base
They don't even hear him coming, he just appears in the same room with them, scares the shit out of them and then he says something like "Did you know that Zeb can rip out his claws and regrow them??? I just saw it happen"
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martianbugsbunny · 1 year
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Bout to make myself look like a real doofus, but when I first got into other people’s Kalluzeb content, I was clueless to the fact that Sasha is a nickname for Alexsandr, so I assumed it was a fanon Lasat word for ‘dear’ or ‘darling’ or something along those lines. I’m pretty sure I didn’t realize I was wrong until I looked on Wookiepedia to see if it was maybe a canon/canon-inspired word, and there was zip on the Lasat language. Then it occurred to me it was probably a nickname so I googled “Is Sasha a nickname for Alexsandr?” and I finally understood.
Anyway, can we come up with a fanon word in Lasat for ‘darling’ or ‘dear’? Because fics that use Mando’a have really spoiled me, there are so many cute pet names and ways of referring to your various people, and I need words like that in Lasat.
(Also, writers who have Zeb call him Sasha, ILY, I will lie down in the street so you don’t have to walk through puddles and ruin your shoes/the hems of your pants if you’re short, I want to give you all of my high-fives and hugs if you don’t mind, it’s literally the cutest softest nickname for him e v e r and it melts me)
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armoralor · 7 months
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the real tragedy of Ahsoka on having 8 episodes is we don’t get a full episode dedicated to Ezra’s adoptive hermit crab/turtle family. I want all of them around a tiny table with Sabine having dinner, Ezra introducing his seven new siblings then showing off art they made of each other over the years.
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tinydappledleaf · 5 months
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Title: Stay
Pairing: Ezra x f!reader, Ezra x you (reader is addressed by 'you' or nickname)
Rating: 18+, smut in chapter 6
Summary: When you've almost given up waiting fo him, a certain prospector returns to the Pug to call in a favor...
Full Fic: Ao3
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☆ Chapter I
☆ Chapter II
☆ Chapter III
☆ Chapter IV
☆ Chapter V
☆ Chapter VI
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Thinking about how this is the way Ezra looks at a kid who just shot him in the arm and continued threatening his life until he finally manged to convince her to take his deal, of which she demands an "even split" because that's what she heard her dad (who he literally killed ten mintues earlier) say.
Like? I think he just got baby fever or something. The paternal instincts are just that strong.
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