#Ezra angst

[tyquu]

Just so you all know, I actually had some wholesome ghost crew doodles I was going to polish off tonight instead. But no. The season 2 finale happened, so not cute art for you.

#swr #star wars rebels #star wars fandom #star wars fanart #star wars #sw rebels #ezra bridger #kanan jarrus #star wars rebels fanart #angst #?? kinda #I’m not okay #swr art

[fanfictasia]

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14032536/14/Invaders-of-Darkness

https://www.wattpad.com/1245619356-invaders-of-darkness-chapter-14-the-future-of-the

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #fanfiction #ahsoka tano #ahsoka #kanan jarrus #kanan #ahsoka and kannan #ezra bridger #ezra #kanan and ezra #garazeb orrelios #zeb #zeb and ezra #zeb and kanan #ghost crew #star wars rebels #rebels #angst #ezra angst #ezra needs a hug #hurt/comfort #seventh sister

[bvrtysbvtches]

the “best friends who had plans of changing the world together but then one of them betrayed the other and now they’re on opposite sides and the one who betrayed the other is now morally grey and kills people but they still can’t bring themselves to kill the other because deep down they’re still in love with them” trope>>>>

#bonus points if they're both the leaders of their opposing sides #and if they were childhood friends #victor vale #eli ever #eli cardale #evervale #vicious #vengeful #gellert grindelwald #albus dumbledore #grindeldore #charles xavier #erik lehnsherr #cherik #its just so good with all the betrayal and angst and hidden feelings #also dont know if this applies to them but i ship them so #atlas blakely #ezra fowler #the atlas six #albus x gellert #victor x eli #charles x erik #atlas x ezra

[whatevvvs]

In my opinion luke wanting to reinstate the old Jedi orders code in fics is kinda getting old. I feel like there are a lot more interesting ways to generate angst for post-Rotj fics that isn’t luke being stuck on the past. A few examples of these are:

The new jedi order doesnt have the funding or institutional support the old order had, and luke doesn’t know how he’s financially gonna back his new order

Parents don’t really trust the new order, since the jedi haven’t exactly been cast in a positive light for a few decades

The old jedi order offered other things other than force training ie: excellent education, agricultural advantages, flight training..etc. luke who only has a Tatooine level education has no clue how to provide all of that

Luke doesn’t have any credentials when it comes to teaching young children

Luke is only one guy and organizing and running a school is lot of work on your own

Feeling left out from the other remaining Jedi ie: ezra & ashoka

Luke feeling insecure that he doesn’t have as deep or as long a relationship with either of his masters compared to Ezra or Ashoka

Luke feeling kind of sad that most of his training was geared toward defeating Vader, and trying to figure out the softer sides of the force himself

Luke and Ashoka having an awkward relationship

Luke not wanting to be the new republics attack dog, but also not wanting to leave leia on her own

Luke grieving the life he dreamed of having before he found out about the jedi

Luke feeling guilt because he feels like his duty to rebuilding the order is minuscule compared to leias workload

Luke thinking leia would have made a better Jedi than him because she deals with grief better

I think these would have better angst potential, and honestly luke struggling because he doesn’t have any of the material or financial benefits of the old order is really interesting.

#luke skywalker #leia organa #ashoka tano #ezra bridger #star wars #star wars angst #star wars fic #post rotj au

[rancidsugar]

Fan-art for the fanfic - The Ghost of Our Future

#star wars #art #fanart #digital art #star wars rebels fanart #star wars rebels #sw rebels #ezra bridger #darth maul #sith #I wish there was more dark side era stuff with maul and Ezra AHHHH #star wars fanart #fanart for fanfic #THIS IS MY APOLOGY FOR NOT UPDATING MY FANFIC FOR LIKE 5 months 😭🙏 #IM GOING INSANE #like my second time drawing Darth Maul so I’m very proud 😅 #Ezra Bridger angst #angst

[kaijubyte]

"I can't wait to go home."

#guys you'll never guess where they found him #ezra bridger #ezra bridger fanart #star wars rebels #star wars ahsoka #ahsoka series #god he just radiates crippling angst and im just so glad he's HERE #ezra “the force is my ally” bridger #ahsoka spoilers

[yelenok]

The ending of S2. So fkn sad :C

Screenshot redraw

#star wars #star wars: rebels #kanan jarrus #ezra bridger #myart #fanart #angst #dark holocron

[peachyhoolagan]

I see him Hera. When the moons in the sky are at their fullest, the wolves howl and the grass dances in the midnight breeze. He’s there. I see him staring back at me in the fields. I see him Hera… and he looks so tired.

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It would be a hundred times easier

If we were young again

But as it is

And it is

We're just two slow dancers, last ones out

We're two slow dancers, last ones out

And the ground has been slowly pulling us back down

You see it on both our skin

We get a few years and then it wants us back

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P2

#the lost boy in the field of reeds can walk forever and never return #can you tell I only listened to mitski while painting this? currently sobbing #I have so many thoughts. so many words that I can’t express but this is as close as I can get #they’re the hole in my heart #not sabezra #sibling angst #star wars rebels #ezra bridger #sabine wren #can you tell how mentally ill I am #my art

[vaehbae]

On a sad note.

Episode 6 of Ahsoka spoilers

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I just have a feeling that Sabine yelling at the Howler about abandoning her was her resentment towards Ezra.

#ezra x sabine #sabine wren #sabezra #ahsoka spoilers #ahsoka series #ezra bridger #im glad he back but damn.. #blinded by love #Sabine #angst #sadnees #star wars #star wars rebels

[better-call-mau1]

Lucasfilm: Literally every single romance or almost-romance we’ve ever written in the Star Wars universe has ended in tragedy.

Lucasfilm: Han/Leia? Split up after their son went off the deep end. They eventually died broken and alone.

Lucasfilm: Anidala? No match for Palpatine’s plotting, Anakin’s attachment issues, and Padmé’s Sadness.

Lucasfilm: Obitine? Jyn/Cassian? Reylo? Tragedy! Tragedy! Tragedy!

Lucasfilm: At least we gave you Kanera. Aren’t they just so sweet and devoted and —— oh, whoops! More tragedy!

Ezra: I’ve got a bad feeling about this.

Sabine, drawing her blasters: They can pry you from my cold, dead hands.

Ezra: Please don’t tempt them.

#saw mutuals speculating on potential Sabine & Ezra tragedy in Ahsoka #and I remembered I had this whole post just sitting in my drafts #it’s literally the grim reaper hallway meme 😭 #and the fact that Disney bought LF doesn’t seem to matter either #they’re responsible for 4/6 on here!!!!!!!! #even the barely-there ships like Mr./Mrs. Sumar are sad 😣 #and if you ship the clones with anyone that’s begging for angst and tragedy too #what i’m trying to say is #IF THEY MESS WITH SABEZRA AT ALL I WILL RIOT #doesn’t even matter if they’re written to be platonic in the Ahsoka show #those two belong together and I will lose my kriffing mind if something happens to one or both of them #plus the overall story resonates more if SOME PEOPLE get a happy ending #because so far no one has and it’s almost ridiculous #sabezra #sabine wren #ezra bridger #ahsoka series #sabezra incorrect quotes

[jedimandalorian]

@sabezraweek Prompt: In-Between

What was Sabine doing during the final year of the Galactic Civil War? An art historian examines Sabine’s sketchbook from 4-5 ABY.

This fic is dedicated to all of the wonderful Sabezra fan artists. We appreciate all of the beauty that you contribute to our little corner of fandom.

#sabine wren #ezra bridger #star wars #ahsoka series #sabezra #ezrabine #star wars rebels #hera syndulla #kanan jarrus #alrich wren #ursa wren #tristan wren #sabezraweek2023 #sabezraweek #angst with a happy ending #clan wren

[engagemythrusters]

(space katy perry continues to play in the background)

#this is what happens when you put a goth with a pop punk (who is sometimes emo) #anyway maul is living in a world where destroying kenobi is the goal #and ezra lives in a world where Teen Angst #(im kidding im well aware of the manipulative abuse that would go into a real maul and ezra padawanship) #(but this is so funny to me) #so yeah. have this 2 hour drawing thing. i didn't wanna combine them together bc im too lazy. #and also yeah i know my handwriting sucks. xoxo. #darth maul #ezra bridger #star wars: rebels #star wars #my art #mimse art

[stealingpotatoes]

You’re right the ghost crew would be too old for adoption but that’s what makes it funny

Luke and din both just have this ability to sense when people need a family and then they’re there signing adoption papers for a grown lasat

Sabine: We're all several years older than you dude, you can't adopt us. I mean-- [gestures to Hera and Jacen] Hera's literally old enough to have her own child!

Luke: Pssh, I'm fine with being a grandpa. And that's incorrect -- Ezra's younger than me!

Ezra: NO I'M LITERALLY 2 DAYS OLDER THAN YOU??

#thanks for the ask! #if ur a sw protagonist born in 19bby you have a choice of like 3 days to be born on. only those 3 days around empire day #if youre born outside of that you cant be a protagonist sorry #i get its for angst but its also rlly funny to me that they made ezra born on empire day when luke n leia r born like in the next day or so

[mishasminion360]

Safe In My Arms

Ezra x fem!reader

Warnings: Language; light angst; feelings of insecurity; body dysmorphia; brief allusions to smut; hurt/comfort; fluff.

Summary: Ezra harbors a secret hatred for his absent arm, but his feelings come to a head when his newly acquired handicap fails to do the one task he vowed never to fail in: keep you safe from harm.

A/N: I’m back (but not necessarily better than ever). Sorry I’ve been MIA, folks. Between work and the stresses of daily life burnout hit hard and kicked all my creativity to the curb. But the summer has brought some much needed quiet and a little bit of recovery time, so I am slowly getting my groove back. I’ve got tons of new ideas, so let’s see how many I can get through before life gets in the way yet again 😊

A clean but savage scar. Puckered and pale flesh. A ghostly pain that haunts the vestiges of his dominant upper extremity; a banshee’s sorrowful wail that echoes throughout what remains of his blood and marrow.

He both admires and loathes the ruins of his appendage. Like the crumbling facades of lost civilizations and landmarks it is the brittle leftovers of something once great. At the time his right arm had seemed a necessary and middling sacrifice compared to his life, but away from the immediate threats of the toxic moon it’s become a piteous sight.

Ezra’s hands were his livelihood; his greatest strength. Without one where does that leave the other? In the quietest parts of his mind the darkest thoughts linger. Notions of weakness, inadequacy, and incompetency. He can no longer dig, he can no longer write, he can no longer please you with his touch.

Ah, you. You. You fault him nothing. You do not mourn his loss nor the resulting shortcomings. You do not look upon him with disdain or condolence. The initial sight of his drastically altered form prompted immediate shock, but the emotion fled your features as quickly as it had occupied them.

“Most of you came back to me. All the best parts of you returned,” you’d assured him. “You’re alive, you’re home, and that’s what matters.”

If you’re content then he will find a way to be as well. This new normal will take time; surely he will learn to adjust. Until then he will smile when he catches you looking. He will lie until it becomes truth.

***

Ezra is an artist in many ways. Any time he opens his mouth he paints you a picture with his words. He weaves sentences into daily conversation composed of words that most would never even think to utter, let alone heard of. He is a poet without even trying.

But he is a shitty actor.

You don’t miss the self-deprecating looks that ghost across his visage; the disgruntled mutterings of inwardly directed criticisms far below the standards of his lexicon. He hates what he’s become, though he hasn’t changed a bit. Not truly. An arm is nothing compared to a heart, to a soul.

He won’t let you see him cursing himself, so you don’t let him see that you’ve seen. When and if he’s ready to talk then you’ll be ready to listen. And until that moment comes you will carry on doing what you do best: loving him.

And nothing says “love” like baked goods.

You’d hypnotized him with your sweets when you’d first met; lured him to love like a witch with a house made of candy.

You’d just managed to fatten him up a little before he’d left for his excursion on the Green Moon. He’d lost that healthy weight and then some living off of rations and Kevva knows what else after being marooned. You had both been so dizzied by the overwhelming cocktail of surprise, relief, and bliss that had come with his sudden return that you hadn’t had a chance to celebrate him properly. Well, better late than never.

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He pads into the kitchen just in time to see you pushing one of the rickety chairs from the dining table up to the cupboards and mounting it with a soft grunt of mild exertion. His heart seizes when the wood creaks.

“And just what are you doing up there, my supernova?”

Without granting him your full attention you respond. “I’m going to bake you a cake.”

“That is quite a precarious position in which one would craft a culinary delight, is it not?”

“I have to gather the ingredients first, wise guy.”

You lift yourself onto the tips of your toes and the chair wobbles to and fro.

“Nova, let me assist you,” he insists hastily. “Whatever you require from above I shall retrieve.”

“Nonsense,” you scoff. “I managed just fine while you were gone and I’ll manage now.”

He’s glad, for only a second, that your back is to him. You won’t see how deeply those words had cut him. But the effects of the unintentional slight are fleeting; any and all offense is cast aside when your toes curl over the edge of the chair and the motion proves to be disastrous.

The wobbling of the chair’s four unsteady legs reverberates up into your own extremities. The bag of flour you’d sought only now in hand, your body pitches to the right, and you have only a second to exhale a startled gasp before you are stumbling over the edge of the seat.

Ezra dives for you, hellbent on breaking your fall. His body sails toward yours as if pulled by a gravitational force. He reaches for you. He reaches for you with an arm that does not exist.

You drop through the space where there should have been a solid barricade of flesh and bone and strike the linoleum with a muffled thud. Your head bounces off the floor synchronously with the doomed bag of flour, which splits upon impact and showers the room in a white haze. Your cranium, by the grace of Kevva, remains intact.

“Ooooouch.” Somewhere in the middle your groan evolves into a laugh. “Well, now I feel stupid.”

And he feels….

“Supernova….are you alright?” First his upper extremities prove useless, now his lower ones are failing him as well. His legs nearly buckle as he kneels at your side to assess you for injury.

“I’ll survive,” you assure him. “The only thing wounded is my pride.”

He helps you up to the best of his ability before striding with purpose to the utility closet to fetch a broom. Wordlessly, he gets to work cleaning up the sea of loose powder flooding the kitchen floor. The silence that fills the room is as awkward as his movements. He’s struggling with the simple task that much is obvious, but he seems determined. The veins in the graceful slope of his neck pulse with effort.

“Ezra, let me—“

“I’ve got it, nova.”

“I made this mess with my foolishness, so I’ll clean it.”

“You just took a serious tumble, love. I can weather a simple snowstorm.”

“Ez, I don’t mind. Why don’t you—?”

“Dammit all! Don’t placate me like I’m some kind of invalid,” he shouts. He never raises his voice, speaks in harsh tones, or uses course language. Such things are beneath his beautifully woven vocabulary. “I may not be able to do much these days but I can manage a simple sweeping!”

You remain stoic in the wake of his outburst; any kind word you could dare to breathe may be horribly misconstrued. Instead you watch impassively has he continues his fumbling efforts, the mess never lessening, until finally he hurls the broom to the floor, the wooden handle colliding with a thunderclap.

He pounds his fist upon the countertop as his body vibrates with an anger you’ve never seen. Your lungs surrender the air they’d been harboring only when he at last sags under the weight of a heavy sigh.

“Forgive me, supernova. I did not mean to address you so barbarously.” Ezra’s voice rattles inside of his chest like a songbird dashing itself against the bars of its gilded cage.

“I know,” you answer gently.

“I just find myself….confounded by this new and unwanted deformity. I feel….beyond inadequate. I can no longer work efficiently to provide for us. I can not complete the most meager of household tasks.”

That delicate sparrow trembles within the clutch of his ribs. He’s white knuckling the edge of the sink.

“I can not protect you in this fragile and ruined state. I can not….I can not even hold you properly.”

You don’t need words to tell him just how wrong he is. With a commanding but gentle hand upon his shoulder you turn him to face you, taking his solitary arm and wrapping it snugly around your waist before melting into the wall of his chest.

“This works pretty well.”

You feel the huff of his breath against your hair as his chin meets the crook of your neck. His lips brush a bump on the back of your head that you hadn’t even realized was there until his kiss bruises the flesh.

“You would still have me this way, Nova?”

“Ezra, you are more than a pair of arms or legs or a body. All the most important parts of you came back to me.”

You press a kiss to his sternum, relishing the the quickening thump of one of those “most important parts” as it buzzes through your lips, each beat a gentle reminder that he is alive and home.

“So long as your beautiful spirit remains unchanged and unmarred, then you’ve lost nothing you can’t truly be without. The rest is just a bonus.”

A one-armed embrace proves more than enough. Ezra holds you just as close as he’d ever managed with two. Closer yet. He cradles you with more than just extremities.

“You are the only thing I can not bear to lose, nova. The one truly precious thing.”

“And you will never lose me,” you vow. “So long as you never lose yourself, you’ll never lose me.”

“I think, my love,” he whispers, “you got that backwards.”

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