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kisses4choso · 7 months

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#SUPER SHY

SYNOPSIS: their praises are just too much for you, but in their eyes, you're deserving of every last one of them, and more. CHARACTERS: SANJI, ZORO, & LUFFY WARNINGS: short headcanons, foul language with zoro bc it's zoro, duh! NOTE: @matsunok02 is the lovely person who requested this, but i can't tag you, so i hope this finds its way to you!

SANJI:

your number one hypeman, no matter what.

you put in effort to dress up? he's going to lay down over muddy puddles so your new outfit won't get dirty.

you dressed down today? he's absolutely in awe of your 'effortless beauty', in his words.

when you shy away from compliments, it breaks his heart a little bit

he loves to talk and talk about you, so seeing that it might make you feel uncomfortable makes him rethink a little...

when he realizes it's because you feel undeserving?

he's not having it at ALL.

will make you do self-affirmations; he's not playing

"you're beautiful." "..." "well?" "i'm beautiful..." "I KNOW RIGHT?!"

he's kinda (really) annoying about it, but he's naturally cheesy so you gotta put up with it

and he doesn't limit himself to looks

no, he's ALL about you

you saved the crew's ass with a last minute strategy? you must be a genius!

and he goes into DETAIL

his strategy is mostly getting you used to compliments, so over time they don't feel so disconcerting to receive

if you're one of those people that deflects a compliment by complimenting someone back... he's gonna get you outta that habit

"look at you, i've got you all to myself? how luck-" "you look handsome too." "hm, i wasn't done. let's try that again."

and once you gain confidence around him? he's going insane.

something about your shy smile gets him GOING.

"you're an angel." "thank you, sanji." "ohmygodyou'resosexy."

10/10 confidence booster, might call you cringe petnames but worth it

ZORO

tbh... zoro isn't one for compliments

but he's honest, a man of his word

so if a shirt is unflattering, trust me he'll say "that shirt's ugly as shit"

you ask him how something looks on you really often

he might be saying "DAMN" in his head

his heart's pounding, he's having a coughing attack, he feels lightheaded, and suddenly he's losing grip on his swords...

but out loud? you're getting a "looks nice"

not even a full sentence, sorry

you'll probably hear more skill-based compliments

imagine the crew's celebrating a successful trip with a round of drinks and they're about to make a toast for you

(bc you kicked ass)

and you try to push the credit onto SOMEONE ELSE?

he's ready to fight you

"luffy tripped over his own feet and face planted, sanji missed a kick and started spinning, chopper and ussop fell overboard, nami steered us until we almost tipped over, robin got locked in a storage room, and i almost drowned. give yourself some credit."

now wtf are you gonna answer to that? nothing... so as everyone else is laughing and retelling their stories, he just brings his bottle close to yours, "cheers."

tough love

but he's so serious. you work hard for your acheivements, so if you won't recognize them yourself, he will.

now if you're tryna get a compliment compliment from him?

drunk zoro

he's like 1 shot away from passing out, slurring his words and all

"hmm? oh, where'd y'get that? s'pretty, yeah."

"that smile's gonna kill me one day."

"shit, y'look cute."

"fuck, don't look t'me like that."

yeah, alcohol is his worst enemy.

in the end, he mostly just shows you how he feels through actions LOL...

LUFFY

oh, he's completely unaware

but he's always tryna hype everyone up, and you're not an exception

will ALWAYS compliment you after a fight against the marines

"you did really well out there, let's get a meal to celebrate!"

if you go, "i was kinda useless, i don't know"

he's like "???"

just take the compliment because he's genuinely concerned and will argue with you until you give up

"what do you mean?" "it wasn't my best" "which means you're amazing even when you're not trying?" "oh" "yeah! cmon lets eat!"

if you compliment him, it turns into a competition

"i like your shirt, luffy." "thanks, yours is cute too!" "well, i think it goes nicely with your hat." "i think yours goes well with your shoes." "have you been working out more?" "i have, did you paint your nails a new color? they look cool!"...

yeah, it's never ending bc he doesnt know how to stfu

but trust, you'll never feel like luffy's lying to make you feel better

he's got a way with words when hes not being idiotic

"y'know, you're the kindest person i've met. i'm so lucky to have you next to me."

LIKE DAMNNN why are we being poetic

but if luffy's anything, he's genuine

so trust that the big stupid smile on his face when he sees you is something he cannot hold back

"why're you smiling like that?" "just happy to see you!"

and you're getting tackled to the ground

he doesn't expect anything back when he praises you, he does it because he feels like it

just don't try to deny it because he will NOT allow anyone, including you, to slander your name

also, whatever captain says goes

so if he says you're the bravest, prettiest, nicest, least smelly person in the entirety of the sea, it's true

just something quick to put out ><

#change in format #op headcanons #luffy x reader #zoro x reader #one piece #sanji x reader #sanji fluff #zoro fluff #luffy fluff #zoro x you #sanji x you #luffy x you #roronoa zoro #op x reader #op fluff

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majestick-posts-op · 1 month

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The Strawhats are all very smart once you think about it that its almost scary.

You got the obvious ones like Robin being a schoolar with tons of knowledge covering many topics as well as being a critical thinker, as well as Nami not only being a god tier navigator since the age of 8, but also having elevated street smarts.

Then you have Usopp, who is a jack of all traits who mastered multiple mediums such as art, snipery, botanics, engeniring and mechanics and was SELF TAUGHT until the timeskip. And Franky, who was tutored by a (fish)man who was given the title of best shipwrught in the world and managed to rebuild hinself after an usually fatala incident.

Sanji is sonething of a critical thinker too when he isn't h#rny, remember: he saved everybody back at Alabasta and Water 7 through wits alone. Jimbei is a mature and natural leader with an above average skillset too, both in general knowledge and helmanship.

Chopper is only 17 yet he is already at the level of fully trained doctors like Marco and Law, he can foud a cure for a terminal virus made by a former MADS member in less than a hour! And Brook isn't only a great musician (which takes both skill and smarts) but he also found ways to use his devil fruit in innovative new ways.

Even Luffy, despite everything, has great emotional intelligence as well as being a genius when it comes to his fight IQ, he developed all of his gears and trasformations by himself with minimal help with gear 4 only. And the "help" was only giving him more resources. He truly deserves more credit than he gets for his accomplisments and intelligence.

And even if you include Vivi in the mix she has great skills as a diplomat and politician and sports an unbelievable level or maturity for her age.

So yeah, everybody really is seriously smart on the Sunny.

Except Zoro he's a dumbass.

#one piece #monkey d. luffy #strawhat pirates #nico robin #cat burglar nami #god usopp #cyborg franky #soul king brook #tony tony chopper #jinbei #first son of the sea jinbe #black leg sanji #nefertari vivi #roronoa zoro #《-- Aka an ansolute idiot #like my mom would say #he wouldn't be able to find his own ass inside his underpants #does he even wear underpants tho?#i think not

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itz-prizz · 3 months

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Sanji

On of my top character from one piece. People don't give him much credit that he deserves. I remember starting one piece and from his very appearance in Baratie arc, I fell in love with him. He is much more than the other strawhats. Like he's not easily predictable - you see, in a situation, most of the times you can guess how the other characs would react. Luffy will be exicted, Usoop would be excited and joining in Luffy's goofiness and a few second later would be scared (aah i love him sm). Chopper would be following their steps too. Nami would be shouting on them to keep it down or Nami and Usoop's duo would be doing their thing. (bahaha people don't talk about it but nami and usoop's duo is a banger). Zoro would be all calm. other characs etc etc yk right?. - However, Sanji displays the widest range of characteristics among the group. Sometimes he is calm and cool, sometimes he joins in the merrymaking with the goofier strawhats,(remember alabasta arc when they left vivi, how they were all lying around and expressing how they miss vivi and then having a go on zoro) or:

.<-------read this way

aah i love this man sm

sometimes he is love obsessed, sometimes he is a bit of a trickster, sometimes he is stoic and serious, sometimes he can go into a rage, sometimes you can see he is genuinely emotionally hit by dramatic incidents, etc.

Let's not talk about the master mind he is; "Mr. Prince" (man i am still not over it. he was cool af aah..ik i'm down bad).

Despite all of this people just look at him as a comedic relief and a lovesick fool. He's not just the classical nose-bleeder, he has a depth to him. His lines on never hurting women are epic. (remember when in drum kingdom, chopper's island nami fell sick and they were to leave the ship, zoro and he were to stay back but he went. he carried nami all the way. and when they had to climb the mountain to the kingdom and luffy insisted on going alone, lets be real he could've done that alone but sanji still went)

Now lets not just talk about Nami or the Females. Remember when he kicked Luffy for starting to tell Usopp to leave.

He is one of the smartest characters of the crew, he has astonishing tactical abilities, he is one of the strongest despite fighting not even being his official role in the crew - when does he find the time to train? He, like Zoro, has displayed a true will to self-sacrifice and now that we know more about him, he has just overcome so much. He wasn't even talented at fighting when he was little, so he must've really given body and soul to it to be where he is now and we can assume he did for Zeff's sake. Not a part of him is egoistical, not even noble-egotistical.

In a world with stretchy arms, swords, weather stuff and giant reindeer, just seeing a guy light his leg on fire and go to town is great.

HE IS JUST SO GOOD!

um..well the anime watchers you should see the manga Sanji. he's a walking thirst trap. man oda has drawn him like the prince he is.

lets not talk about his fashion sense. man that button down shirt and him in a suit?? damn!

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nicorobinismywife · 2 months

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Valentines.

credits to cafekitsune for dividers! <3

Nico Robin x GN!reader

Pure fluff!

A/N:

a short one, only for Nico robin!!

happy valentines yall! <3 heres a gift from me!

Word count:0.5k.

You had just remembered it was valentine’s day, as the girlfriend of Nico Robin, The Devil Child, you need to do your duty and celebrate it with her. You headed over to Luffy and asked him if you guys could stop at an island and told him that you needed to buy a gift for Robin. Fortunately, he agreed with it.

The Thousand Sunny stopped at an island. You, Nami, Sanji and chopper got off, but you all went for different things. Sanji went to the food market to buy some ingredients, Chopper desperately searched for a book shop next to Sanji, Nami is obviously there for shopping and you are searching for gifts.

As you walked around, you saw couples receiving flowers and gifts. You wished you prepared it before. After a while of walking, you met Chopper in a bookstore alone. “Hey Chopper, I thought you were with Sanji?” You questioned. He didn’t take his eyes off the bookshelf. “He left because he saw some ladies.” Well, that’s the Sanji we know. As you scanned your eyes around the room, you saw Robin picking up a romance novel for a while and put it down.

She must like it. You thought. So, after she left, you quickly rushed to the bookshelf and dragged your finger across all the books. Your finger stopped, you recognised the color. It must be this one! You grabbed the book and paid for it at the counter. You hurried back to the Thousand sunny and locked the doors of your own study room.

Meanwhile, Robin had just gone back on the ship. “Oi Robin! Where’s (name)? I thought they were gonna buy a present for you!” Luffy asked. Robin’ s eyes widened, you? Buying a gift for her? No, it should be the other way around. She didn’t deserve it. “Sooo… Where are they?” Luffy picked his nose. “I don’t know, I haven’t seen them.” She chuckled. “Alright!”

You couldn’t hear them as you were busy writing down little notes of how it should be you two in this book and little hearts on some pages. It was sweet and simple. You haven’t read the book tho so you didn’t write anything about the storyline.

Finally when you finished, you closed the book and went out to find Robin. She was sitting on a chair, drinking a nice warm hot chocolate while listening to chopper talk about medicine. “Hey Robin! I got you something!” You smiled at her. “Oh thank you (name), that’s very thoughtful of you. I also got you something.” She reached her hand in her pocket and revealed a small wooden box. “What is it?” You looked at it, tilting your head slightly. “Open it.” She raised her hand. You gently grabbed the box and admired the material. It was very smooth and rich. Your hand was placed on top of the box and your thumb was at the edge. As you opened it, there was a slight glimmer of light in there.

You gasped. You wanted this for a really long time! It was Pink Dahlias. You wanted it because it reminded you of her scent, now you can have it in a pot! You embraced Robin immediately and kissed her on the lips. “Thank you so much!” You grinned. “It’s alright, it’s because I love you.” She kissed you on the cheek. “I love you too, Happy Valentine’s day.”

Please do not reblog without my permission!

happy valentine’s day!!

#nico robin x reader #one piece #one piece x reader #nico robin x y/n

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respectthepetty · 1 year

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I'd like to thank everyone for watching the ninth episode of Never Let Me Go live and posting about it, so I knew exactly what I was getting into before I even pressed play.

But I'm also going to apologize to all of you, because I am over the moon with excitement because I'm hoping Jojo is giving me a redemption for 3 Will Be Free's Shin who (spoiler) DID NOT KILL HIS FATHER WHEN HE SHOULD HAVE!

Please, Jojo, let us have the ending Thana Kit deserves -

Shin Remixed - The Rise of Nuengdiao

Hold on. That doesn't feel right.

Shin Rebooted - The Fall of Kit

Why did Nueng AND Chopper take shooting lessons if they aren't going to put them to good use?!

As much as both boys have wanted to avoid the family business, the past few episodes have shown us they are actually good at it:

Nueng had no issue hitting the guy in the alleyway.

He was very comfortable taking the money to the baddies. He mentioned if he couldn't do that, he didn't deserve to inherit the family business, something he has never wanted before.

And he called the man's bluff by basically telling him that he didn't want this smoke.

Nueng is a man of words, not actions, so he tried to lie to Palm about not loving him. When that didn't work, he jumped into action! He drugged Palm, left him with his credit card and necklace, and took his ass back to claim the throne. *That's growth*

His cousin, Chopper, has looked away from violence, yet had no issue with beating up Phum and some rando to protect Ben.

He also was fine intimidating An in the bathroom.

Now that Ben knows what Kit has done, Ben is in danger of being Kit's next victim.

While Kit is motivated by power, Chopper and Nueng are motivated by love. Kit has already killed two parents while one rots in prison and another is in a coma. If one more person dies due to Kit's actions (Tanya! Only because Nueng is so sure she is going to wake up), these two cousins are going to make like Mario and Luigi and fuck up an entire kingdom.

3 Will Be Free's Shin ended up taking over the family business after his father's death (THANK YOU, MAE!), but occasionally met his girlfriend, Miw, and boyfriend, Neo, on the beach where they had a business (THROUPLE SUPREMACY!).

Nueng already mentioned several times that he wants to see Palm on the beach and has suggested that they run a business there.

Nueng assures Palm he WILL be alive and hopes to see Palm happy with someone else in the future.

But he should already know that Palm is ride or die for HIM.

Palm has already killed for him (KILL KIT DAMN IT!) and is willing to put his life on the line to protect Nueng. Palm is going to inform Nueng that they either stay together forever and meet at the beach once a year or they die together right now and see each other in heaven all the time because Palm is not going to love another.

The only thing standing in our boys' way is the tension coming from Nueng not being able to trust Chopper.

But, if there is one thing our boy Chopper is capable of, it's winning over a tough crowd.

I have high hopes that they will come together to take down Kit even though this show has surprised me multiple times (Chopper not being the culprit, Chanon not being the killer, Ben knowing Chopper liked him, Palm not believing Nueng didn't love him, etc.).

However, I haven't forgotten it gave me one thing I truly desired:

Someone pointed out the tattoo IS in Mandarin, so if Nueng gets one too, I'm going on a budget for Lent @wen-kexing-apologist!

Sorry this episode made you scream @grapejuicegay, but...

Kill Kit.

#Never Let Me Go #Palm x Nueng #Chopper x Ben #Nueng x Chopper #episode 9 #I have an agenda #And it's to see one man be taken down by his own family #Be strong!#Don't let those lessons go to waste #Your men are counting on you #One even tattooed your name on his back #I GOT MY TATTOO #I just need another to make a perfect pair!

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khepiari · 2 years

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One Piece Is Always The Funniest! [SPOILERS CH 1058!]

Boy did I give Buggy-sama more credit in my previous theory? Slightly. But I was correct about certain things! Lamo! I can’t stop laughing about Sir Crocodile and Dracule Mihawk bullying my Buggy-sama!

Now lets come to bounties! I love it! I love it! It is hilarious how Luffy was reintroduced as Emperor of The Sea! He is truly a menace to his own crew! The greatest life threat to Strawhat Pirates is Strawhat Luffy himself!

Now let’s come to money loving queen! At this point I won’t be surprised if Nami cooks up a scheme to collect her own bounty from the marines! I repeat we can’t trust her! The bounty is too huge for her to think straight!

Usopp’s father is gonna be so proud and more scared to meet him now! Yasopp’s son is a GOD now! I love it, we have an unaware god caged up by his quartermaster and we have another god in denial about his godhood! They are idiots and I love it!

Chopper’s bounty shot up! It is a massive hike! Come on Odachii you finally are recognising his potential! Tony-Tony Chopper is a thousand berri bounty wanted pirate! And he is angy! Baby is so angy!

For Franky I have no sympathies! Serves you right for constantly changing hairstyles and tricking Marines! It has come to bite you back! Sometimes there is a mohawk, other times a buzzcut! It was time you got a taste of your own medicine! And look at Sunny-go the happiest Ship ever and only Ship to get his own bounty! Sunny-go deserves the best!

But it also makes me question why take create an bounty image of Sunny? Is WG thinking Sunny is Pulton already?

Brook is our hello cool grandpa long legs! You deserve more digits, stupid marines can’t understand your potentials! The infinte possibilities that your old bones possess is a mystery even Robin will have heard time to follow and uncover!

Sooooorry not sorry powerscalers! But guys, but this is the new monster trio now! Luffy is now on his own tier!

My man Sanji never ever gonna live down this humiliation! It is fine he has humiliation and praise kink anyway! And I really expected Jimbei to get more bounty than these two idiots! But we know world government’s intel is shit! It is just funny to watch them be so goofy!

NOW LET’s TALK ABOUT ROBIN!

She looks so happy! So happy! We must protect her! Look at her! She is radiating with such joy! This is a woman who wanted to kill herself two years back, now look at her! She is inching towards her dream, step by step she has learned so much about the world all because she chose to live and trust her crew and now she is loved and surrounded by people who will go to the deepest depths of hell to protect her! And look at her showering affection! If Cipher Pol O comes to hurt her! I will take up arms to protect my Queen!

Robin deserves everything under the sun! The fun, the laughter, the best food, the best sleep, the best jokes, the best hugs, and the tooth rooting love from her crew! My Robin has truly blossomed like a flower after joining the crew of dumbasses!

And I was right about Dracule Mihawk being so bored that he kept hunting down pirates! Because he was made a Warlord to stop him from hunting down marines! Navy Hunter Dracule Mihawk! No wonder he was only fighting behalf of Marines in War of The Best/Paramount War until Shanks wasn’t there! He was doing the bare minimum job of a warlord and had absolutely no interest to be tool of the marines!

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oh-three · 1 year

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Mando S3E8:

- Dude's really flying all the way up to the fleet. Impressive. - Oh shit, Gideon's guys have flamethrowers, too. And the whip cords. Yikes. - Grogu! 😂 - sprays bacta like a fire extinguisher - IG-12 is really coming in clutch rn. - Are Din & Grogu really gonna go after Gideon on their own? No reinforcements? That is a horrible idea. - R5 is giving me Chopper vibes rn - "I'll take care of the cruiser." WOVES, YOU BETTER NOT DIE. - Din, he's not in there, you're wasting your strength on these guys. - What was that Luthen said about using the tools of one's enemy to defeat them? 🤔 - Damn, he destroyed those troopers. - Mouse droid army! 😂 - No shit, Gideon was really cloning himself. I mean, I thought he was, but to have it confirmed... Fuck, jumpscare - That is a very beautiful cave. - Ayyy, the Gauntlets! - Look at all those Mandos, what a sight 😭 - THEY WERE FORCE-SENSITIVE. YIKES. - Welp, Gideon's pissed. - OH NO, THE GUARDS ARE STILL HERE. Their music is fucking amazing btw - DIN. - Damn, Koska. - THE TIMING. YES, BO! KILL HIM. - Noooo, the light cruiser. Woves, get the hell out of there. - DID HE JUST. DESTROY THE DARKSABER. WHAT THE HELL. - Oh, thank god, Woves. - Din, Bo, time to go. - That was a very violent end, but damn did Gideon deserve it. No body, no death...? - Yesss, Grogu! - Ragnar 😭 - And we've come full circle. Kid's getting his ceremony completed the way it should have been, on Mandalore. - Ayyyy, Din's finally adopting his kid. - ......................Wait, why is it Din Grogu and not Grogu Djarin? Is Djarin Mando's first name??????? - Hi, Mythosaur. - I love how Dave Filoni is still in the bar. 😂 - Omg, he's still planning on rebuilding IG-11 😭 - NOT PLANNING, HE DID. - Eh, Cobb wouldn't have liked the New Republic anyway. I still miss him - They got a house 😭 - THE FROG

- ...There's no end credit scene? 🥺

#the mandalorian spoilers #the mandalorian #star wars

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ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa · 4 years

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Addicted To You

Part VI: Hold On Loosely

Summary/Author’s Note: ITS BEEN SO LONG. I MISSED FRANKIE SO MUCH. also. Holy shit, I love you guys. Part I -- has been my first fic to reach 500+ notes and that is just bananas to me and also wild that it was Frankie that did it. He deserves all of the love.

So, for those who have seen the movie know what is about to happen. But it might not be in the way you think. We get a little bit more Reader and Pope interaction and someone mentioned wondering about her relationship with Benny and I was like Oh perfect timing for this then...Enjoy. Gif credit to @pascalplease

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Pope’s Sister!Reader Word Count: 4.1k Warnings/Rating: R/18+ Language, TOM (yeah he moved up), No one fucking listening to Frankie, Frustration, Intense situations, FUCKING murder, pining/longing, getting slightly turned on by Frankie piloting again--don’t lie we all do it, Frankie distress, blood/injuries

Part I * Part II * Part III * Part IV * Part V (bold means smut**)

[MASTERLIST]

“What’s my name?!” he yelled over the wind of the helicopter behind him.

“I-I don’t know,” She hugged her own body, clutching the duffel bag to her chest and looked at him with uncertainty. The wind blew her dark hair around her face and she made it a point to put herself between her younger brother and the man in front of her.

“Your buddy back there--” he swung his arm around and pointed. “What’s his name?” She shook her head and he raised an eyebrow. “I can just go ask him!”

“I said I don’t know!”

“Now,” he touched her arm and she had to fight not to shrug him off. He dipped his head and his tone was condescending. “When you two finally had sex--and you rolled over and said, ‘what’s your real name’--what’d he say?”

“That never happened!” She shrugged him off then and snarled at him. “He told me you served together...and that you were honest.”

“Why’d he say that?” Tom leaned back in mild surprise.

“Because I asked if he trusted you.”

“Why?”

“I was worried about you cheating him…”

The chopper had landed on the Peruvian border just like Pope had promised. They had dropped off the informant and her brother and although you couldn’t hear what was being said, you could tell by Tom’s dramatic body language and the disgust on her face that it wasn’t a pleasant conversation. Your brother handed her their cut of the money and touched her face tenderly as she held onto his arm and they said their goodbyes.

Tom stormed back onto the helicopter and sat down, crossing his arms and closing his eyes. You couldn’t help but think that he reminded you more and more of a child throwing a tantrum instead of a hardened military veteran leading a mission. It was as if he knew you were staring because he opened his eyes and looked at you. You averted your gaze quickly.

Pope cleared the threshold of the copter and took Benny’s seat as the younger man went up to take his shift with Frankie in the cockpit. Your brother put his headset on and opened his arm so you could lean against him and hug his side.

“You liked her, didn’t you?” you asked him, looking up with your head on his chest.

“I’m just glad she’s safe.” He said vaguely and you knew not to push the subject. He rubbed his hand up and down over your arm as if to warm you up and you let out a sigh of contentment.

“She’s lying,” Tom’s voice crackled through the coms on the headsets and both you and Pope looked at him.

“No, she’s not.” Pope said firmly and glared at the other man.

“You know what we should have done?” Tom let his thought remain unfinished and you felt your brother tense under your arms. Your stomach dropped as you realized what Tom meant. Before either of you could say anything, Will spoke up, always the voice of reason.

“That’s one you wouldn’t come back from, brother,” he said. He was leaning back against a few of the duffel bags with his arm propped up to keep his side un-strained.

The four of you were quiet for a long time, each mulling over Tom’s words in your own way as the chopper whirred around you rhythmically. The dark sky was crystal clear and you watched as the city below you slowly started to disappear and give way to the dark tops of the trees.

“You still doing okay?” Pope asked and you nodded.

“I’m exhausted,” you said, trying your best to stifle a yawn with his shirt. “But I’m worried if I sleep I’m going to wake back up in that mansion.” It was the first time you had admitted it out loud, but, however ridiculous, it was the truth. Every time you closed your eyes, it was as if you were back in that room, tied to that chair. The darkness that enveloped you wasn’t from sleep, it was the goddamn blindfold being put back over your eyes and it made your heart start racing as panic built in your chest.

“Hey,” Pope said, dipping his head to look at you. “You know I was going to find you no matter what, right?” He gave you another squeeze. “I wasn’t leaving this fucking jungle without my little sister.”

You released a heavy breath and laid your head back against your shoulder, smiling slightly and forcing your mind to remember that you really were safe. Before you could start to drift off, you opened your eyes and leaned back enough to look at him. “If I promise to try and sleep, will you go check on Frankie?”

Pope chuckled and rolled his eyes before succumbing to your request. “Yes. You rest and I will go check on Fish.” As he got up, he shrugged his jacket from his shoulders and tossed it over you before moving towards the cockpit.

"The weight drags when we get into higher altitudes so I want to keep it under 5,000 feet until we hit the Andes. We'll hit the ocean in four hours." Frankie's voice came through the com on your headset and you suddenly felt better. Tom's voice came through confirming that they had heard him and understood.

Four hours. Four hours and you would be headed home. After everything, it seemed like such a small amount of time and with Frankie at the helm, there was nothing to worry about.

When you woke up, it was because you were shivering. The main hull of the helicopter had dropped a considerable amount as it flew through the night and started to rise in altitude the closer it got to the Andes. Your brother was still gone but his jacket was pooled in your lap where it had slipped down off your chest. Both of the Miller brothers were sleeping peacefully and you were glad that Will had finally managed to get comfortable.

You sat up and slipped your headset back on so you could hear what they were saying. Standing up and stepping into the cockpit, the view out of the front of the aircraft was breathtaking. The mountains were huge, rocky crags that were covered in bright, white snow that reflected the sun off of its smooth surface.

"I'm gonna try and head for the two peaks I saw on the map. If we can aim for that valley it will be easier," Frankie said.

"Roger," Tom replied and both men looked up as you stepped over the threshold and put your hand on Frankie's shoulder.

"Hey, you," he said quietly, giving a small smile as you gave his arm a squeeze.

"It's beautiful," you said, clearing the sleep from your voice and nodding ahead of you. There was a clear divide between the lush, green trees on the mountains below and the drastic change in altitude that allowed for the snow to accumulate.

"It is," Frankie nodded, reaching forward and flipping up a small switch before putting both hands back on the joy stick. "You finally rest?"

"A little," you said. You pulled your headset down to rest on the base of your neck so you could lean forward and kiss his cheek gently. He kept his eyes ahead but the action made him smile, making the small lines at the edge of his eyes crinkle.

"Can you cut the domestic bullshit please?" Tom said, gruffly. "How steep do you think that is?" He pointed to the nearest peak and Frankie looked at him sternly.

"It's about 11,000 feet. We can't make that. I gotta find another way." Frankie shook his head and readjusted his grip on the controls.

"That's the quickest way to the ocean from here. You should go for it."

Both you and the man to your left looked at Tom in surprise and annoyance. Who was he to call the shots like this? This wasn't a matter of choice, this was a matter of if something was possible or not. You put your hand on Frankie's shoulder as the helicopter started to rise up the side of the mountain.

Frankie dipped his head to look up through the windshield, glancing down at all of the controls and watching as the lights started to flash in warning. You looked over your shoulder as Pope came up to stand behind you and watch what was happening.

"Alright, baby," Frankie said softly, talking to the aircraft. "Alright, baby, come on now."

He caressed the controls like he had caressed you. His fingers were familiar with them, what made them tick, and how best to move each dial and joystick. Frankie had always flown with a meticulous care that never failed to impress you--it was his favorite thing in the world. His heart lived in the sky and you loved that about him. A loud and rapid beeping drew you from your thoughts as the control panel started blinking red and orange.

"We're redlining man," Pope spoke up behind you as he pointed to the sensors.

"It's close though," Frankie grit his teeth and cursed under his breath. "It's too much weight. It's too much fucking weight. We're never going to make it."

"What does that mean?" Tom asked, sternly.

"It means we're losing fucking money."

"You wanna leave 50 million dollars in the middle of the jungle?"

"You wanna get to the ocean?" Frankie snapped finally, his voice not leaving any room for argument from Tom. The other man glared at him for a moment before looking over his shoulder to address Pope.

"Alright, go do it."

The idea that Tom controlled what he imagined to be the fate of the money, but in reality it was all of your lives, was complete insanity to you--especially because he seemed to be so flippant about the importance of the latter. You looked over your shoulder as your brother lowered the hatch on the back of the aircraft and a bitterly cold wind filled the cabin. The Miller brothers started shoving duffel bags filled with money out into a free fall down to the snow covered landscape of the Andes.

The immediate beeping of the control panel quieted down and Frankie gave an approving nod. “That's feeling better.” He dipped his head lower, leaning forward in his chair as if the movement would help the craft in its painfully slow ascend over the mountains. “Come on. Come on.”

You held your breath as Frankie crested you over the top of the mountain and, just like he promised, there was the ocean. The sun glittered off the water as it rose in the sky and you felt a sense of relief that was comparable to how you felt when Frankie had cut you loose from your bindings in the mansion. Both times he had brought you a sense of safety that made your heart stutter against your ribs. Then the beeping came back. The aircraft paused for a brief moment before it dropped into a free fall.

Your ass hit the metal floor hard and your stomach twisted into knots like you were on a roller coaster. Santiago’s arm wrapped around your waist and hauled you up against him as the copter shook and the metal screamed, alarms going off from multiple places on the dashboard.

“What the fuck are you doing Catfish!?” Will yelled as he gripped the handle above his head and put a hand over the bullet wound on his side.

Frankie’s voice came through the headset, calmer than he most likely felt. ”One of the gear boxes is blown--I don't want to go into a spin.” You all continued to fall in the air down the side of the mountain and his voice became strained as he gripped the joystick and tried to balance it out. “We might be in trouble here. I'm losing altitude--we should land. We should land now.”

“Crash land here we all die!” Tom yelled, looking at his pilot with wide eyes.

“I'm trying to get her back to flat--”

“Prepare for a hard landing!” Tom barked behind at the rest of you.

Frankie flew back down over the canopy of the jungle, the snow giving way to the lush green of the treetops as he tried to maneuver towards the village that you all had seen during your first initial climb. Benny leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes as he gripped the handle closest to him. You could feel your brother’s heart hammering against your back, but on the outside he remained calm for the sake of the rest of his crew.

“I can't land this with the drop bag under us. We should lose the money and maybe we don't die.” Frankie turned and looked at Tom. The man glared at him but remained quiet. The fact that now, looking certain death in the eyes, Tom decided to shut his mouth, pissed you off. And apparently, it did Frankie as well because without Tom’s permission he looked over his shoulder and yelled over his mic on his headset. “LOSE THE MONEY OR WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!”

“Fuck this,” you mumbled as you pulled Santiago’s arm from around you and scrambled to your feet.

You had been on flights with Frankie enough times that you knew what the external load release looked like. It was the only fucking leaver on the wall, after all. You leaned over Benny and grabbed the red handle and yanked it down. The cargo doors in the floor opened slowly but the canvas net bag full of duffel bags stayed securely attached to the bottom of the helicopter.

“Frankie! It’s not working!” You called out to him and he glanced back at you again.

“There's a manual override on the cargo hook!” His voice was full of worry as he told you to stop. “Let Benny do it--fuck!”

He cursed, watching as you ignored him and leaned over the open door to find the manual override. The wind from the blades and the altitude whipped your hair against your face and you grabbed onto the rope, feeling for a trigger mechanism of some kind. You cursed as black smoke billowed from the top of the aircraft and obscured your vision. The giant metal release was on the other side of the net and was way out of your reach.

“Spot me!” You turned and yelled at Benny as he fell to his knees beside you and you ripped off your headset.

Benny nodded and helped you lower yourself through the hatch and onto the rope. He gripped your arm as you extended your leg and landed a firm kick with your booth onto the latch. When the bag fell, the helicopter gave a jolt as the weight shifted and Benny toppled through the hatch with you. You screamed as you heard Pope call your name and you looked up to see that the only thing that connected you to the copter was Benny’s grip.

“Benny!” Will lunged for his brother and grabbed him by the back of the shirt. The ground was coming closer and closer as Frankie tried to level out the craft and land it in the middle of the field.

“I can’t hold us both!” Benny yelled back at the blond. “We gotta jump!”

“No!” Pope reached through the hole in the floor but Benny was right. He didn’t give them any time to argue as he let go of the edge of the hatch and the both of you dropped the last twenty or so feet to the ground.

You hit the ground so hard it knocked the wind from your chest. Bits of dirt flew into your mouth as you gasped and covered your face with your arm. As the helicopter touched down, dirt and debris whipped around in the air and you squinted to try and see through it all. The blade on the tail caught the dirt and the whole craft jerked sideways as huge chunks of metal flew directly toward you and Benny.

“Get down!” He grabbed you and shoved you back down onto the ground covering you with his body as it continued to spin and jerk. The metal groaned, the blades squealed and all you could think of was if Frankie was still in control of it or if you were all just holding your breath and waiting for it to be over.

Black smoke and chunks of upturned earth continued to fly long after the craft came to a stop but the blades still slowly continued to turn. Benny moved his body off of yours and helped you stand as you both took off running towards the wreckage.

“Santi!” You screamed at the top of your lungs.

“Here!” Your brother called back as Will popped the door open and they both started to climb up out of the sideways craft. “We’re fine!”

“Fish!” Benny yelled as he got to the front and your heart stopped. Both Frankie and Tom were not moving as fast as Pope and Will. The glass of the windshield was shattered, but still hanging in the frame and Benny quickly raised his knee and kicked it free in giant sheets.

Tom crawled out onto the grass and coughed, fresh blood coming from an abrasion on his eyebrow. “I’m fine, I’m fine. Help Fish.”

As soon as Tom was out of the way, Benny got down and leaned in, grabbing the other man by the forearms and hauling him out onto the ground.

“Frankie,” you breathed, running the rest of the way to him. Benny moved to the side as you approached and you threw yours arms around him tightly.

Frankie squeezed you tightly, before leaning back to hold you at arm's length. He dipped his head to look you in the eyes as he gripped your upper arms and shook you slightly. “What you thinking--what the fuck were you thinking?!”

You watched as blood slowly dripped down a fresh, large gash on Frankie’s upper cheek, but he didn’t pay any attention to it. He couldn’t look away from you. His eyes were wild and his chest was heaving and even though his words were harsh, his tone didn’t hold any anger--it held fear. Your eyes burned and your chest felt tight, and the moment he saw it reflected on your face, his resolve crumbled and he pulled you back against his chest.

“You scared the shit out of me, baby,” He confessed as he pressed his lips to the top of your head and shut his eyes tightly. “Fuck.” He shook his head and looked up at the man standing behind you. “Thanks, Ben.”

Benny nodded as he helped Will jump from the door of the helicopter and Pope crawled out behind him, with his rifle clutched in his hand. He started tossing gear down to the ground and they passed around backpacks and guns. Frankie let you go reluctantly as Pope hopped down to the ground and handed him a new bulletproof vest.

“They’re gettin’ into the fucking net,” Tom cursed and the rest of you looked up to watch as people from the nearby village had flooded the site where the bag had dropped. Sure enough, they were using tools and machetes to rip through the thick ropes of the drop net and get into the duffel bags.

”What’s the plan here?” Pope said, propping his rifle on his arm and looking around.

“We’re getting that money back over the mountain and to the ocean,” Tom said, fastening his vest and grabbing his own weapon. “Benny, cover us from that treeline there.” He pointed to the right. “Fish, I want you at that vantage point over there.” He pointed to the left and then continued. “That’s cocaine they’re growing, so they could have guns already trained on us from those watchtowers over there.”

“We got working coms?” Will asked and Tom shook his head.

“No, we’ll use hand signals. Pope and I will get out there and look as peaceful as we can--we’ll signal when we think it's secure.” Tom looked to each of them to make sure they understood before nodding once. “Move out.”

As they all started to move in their assigned directions, Frankie moved his rifle to one hand, so he could take yours with his other. “You’re coming with me.”

You didn’t argue, not wanting to leave his side regardless. You desperately wanted to inspect the cut on his face, but you knew while he was tasked with watching the back of Pope and Tom, Frankie wouldn’t dare think about himself. You could ask, but he wouldn’t let you, so what was the point? He moved you both up the hill and squatted low into the tall grasses of the field, pressing his right eye to his scope for a minute to make sure he had a shot lined up if he needed it.

As you both watched the retreating forms of Tom and Pope walk towards the farmers, Frankie glanced at you. “Are you hurt?”

“Scratches mainly,” you shook your head and looked down at your palms and arms. “That’s it. You’re bleeding, though.” You nodded towards his face.

“I’m fine,” he said stubbornly, like you knew he would. “Don’t do anything like that again.” His voice was flat and you fought the urge to snap back at him. The adrenaline had been high for you both, the last thing you needed was to fight with the man you currently needed most.

“We both are going to do what it takes to get home--”

“You don’t have to prove to anyone that you’re a badass--”

“Don’t pull that macho bullshit with me--”

The two of you glared at one another and then his face broke into a small grin. He rolled his eyes and mumbled something about you being stubborn before looking back through his scope. You knew he was just worried. Was it reckless to do what you did on the drop net? Absolutely. But this entire trip had been nothing but the five of them risking their lives for you, and you were tired. Tired of being the reason that everyone you cared about in this fucking jungle was in constant danger. So, when Frankie told you to be smart, it was because he just wanted you home. He just wanted you safe.

You stayed quiet as you both watched the scene unfold in the field below. Both Tom and Pope were talking with their hands, gesturing, and speaking quickly. Hearing what was being said wasn’t necessary, their body language was more than enough, this talk wasn’t going in their favor.

“Pope, what's he reaching for? Is that a weapon?” Frankie spoke with his gun against his shoulder as he used the hand that wasn’t on the trigger to press the button on his radio.

No response.

“Pope, do you cop-”

“Frankie,” you touched his shoulder as you remembered the coms were dead from the crash.

Frankie leaned back and glanced at you before looking to his radio and cursing quietly. Pope had his arms out in a defensive position, speaking quickly over Tom who had his hand on his gun. This was bad. This was very bad. Frankie adjusted his grip on the rifle and his body went still. Tom pulled his gun and it was as if everything before you happened in slow motion.

The villagers yelled and Tom used his handgun to fire into the chest of the one nearest to him. Then again and again. Blood blossomed to life through their clothing and they dropped to the ground. The second one of them took another step forward, Frankie pulled the trigger, doing what he was trained to do--protect those on your squad.

His rifle echoed and ricocheted back on his shoulder and the man who had stepped towards Pope dropped just like the three before him. You watched as the other men gave the order for the villagers to get back and the screaming continued. Benny ran down the mountain and Frankie stood but you didn’t move. You were frozen in place as you saw Tom raise his gun at the unarmed man, now struggling to breathe, on the ground. You may not have liked him to begin with, but now you knew--Tom was going to get all of you killed.

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911 reaction - DUMB LUCK

spoilers ahead!

- begone, ads

- that penthouse call was the dumbest thing, like, how did they not think for a sec that this would happen??? Morons

- HOLD ON

- I’M COMING

- well her husband didn’t

- that eddie/christopher scene went from adorable to horrifying so fast i am crying

- buck recruited bobby!!!! and it makes so much sense!!!

- that song over that gay dude scene i am laughing (it’s, uh, the music, ya know, inevitably makes me think of… well, ya know)

- begone, ads

- you guys were so right about jonah

- karen!!! She’s right, the physics on this one are questionable at best

- hymne a la joie.

- lady, can you, like, ride on the right of your fucking lane??? You deserved what you got. And i say this as someone who either walks or bikes.

- begone, ads!!!

- kind of a karen, isn’t she

- oh, buck’s here. working the same shift as chimney. still haven’t seen them interact. mhhhh.

- i don’t trust this eddie/chris kitchen scene 😑

- okay that’s one’s real

- oh honey no.

- never! that’s what i said!

- oh no jee :/

- oh fuck off, ads

- ahahaha my stream died on me in the middle of therapy but eddie/buck parallel anyone? I mean he’s like i could have done something to keep the chopper from going down like buck… idk? thought he could have caught the bullet for eddie?

- so yeah no idea how the eddie/buck convo starts :(

- yay jee’s okay!

- tho what she got sounds really gross

- OH NO

- I’m writing those notes during ad breaks so the only thing on my mind rn is buck’s face when hen says i wonder how many people we inadvertently saved by saving someone else

- he’s thinking about eddie i just know it

- oh wait athena questionning her career????

- quit your job babe <3

- lol i thought mw wasn’t in this. since she wasn’t credited in the synopsis. too bad. oh well, she was there for a very short time and half of it was for a good cause. also i totally thought of her when lucy mentioned reporters. 10 points to me.

- stuff her boyfriend doesn’t want her to know and all that

- oh thats how he found out!

- oh you sneaky sneak. baiting eddie into more therapy through chris

- i gasped so loud when they bumped arms that’s the buddie brain rot

- buck stealing frank’s lines again

- see eddie? can’t feel guilty about being the lone survivor because without you tones of people would be dead, or, like, would be still in the hands of their abusive parents.

- so yeah buck’s a genius actually

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The Suicide Squad: Who Lives and Who Dies

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This article contains major The Suicide Squad spoilers. We have a spoiler free review here.

Five years ago, Will Smith uttered the instantly meme-able line, “So that’s it, huh, we’re the patsies, we’re some kind of Suicide Squad.” Yet by the end of that 2016 film, barely anyone in that squad was put six feet under. How times have changed.

For the entire rollout of his pseudo-sequel/reboot, writer-director James Gunn has insisted he had carte blanche to kill off any character in his The Suicide Squad roster. While we may remain skeptical if Margot Robbie’s Harley Quinn and a few others were really that expendable to Warner Bros., Gunn’s finished film speaks to just how much freedom he was allotted in slaughtering potentially valuable DC IP. Major characters from the first film, and a slew of new ones Gunn personally introduced, were pushing up daisies before the movie’s opening title card. And the bodycount only grew from there.

So if you had trouble keeping up with who died, and in what gnarly and grotesque fashion, we’re here to offer a handy dandy list of which members of the Suicide Squad walked away from Corto Maltese, and which were carried away in bags.

Blackguard

Dies

You can’t help but wonder if Gunn intentionally cast Pete Davidson as the first Squad member to get put down. With the exception of a fakeout (more on that in a bit), the mildly divisive SNL alumni goes out in gruesome fashion when he reveals on a Corto Maltese beachhead that he somehow communicated with the local military that a U.S. operation would be landing there. He thinks this will get him in good with the new government. Instead it gets him obliterated by a hail of bullets. All that time in prison and Blackguard never learned what happens to snitches…

Javelin

Dies

Flula Borg’s Javelin cut an amusing figure, as if he wandered in from some low-rent 1970s superhero television series. Even his accent was absurdly disarming, as Harley quickly noticed. Alas, it was not meant to be since Javelin was blasted fast on the beach, barely having a moment to entrust Dr. Quinzel with his trusty weapon.

Mongal

Dies

Let it not go unsaid that Mayling Ng’s Mongal made an epic introduction and exit when she took down several choppers all by herself. Unfortunately, she didn’t really think about a personal strategy as she rode one helicopter all the way down into its fiery ‘splosion.

Captain Boomerang

Dies

The first really major death of the film came when Captain Boomerang, Jai Courtney’s holdover from the 2016 movie, also bit the big one from the same fiery blast that took Mongal. At least he and Harley got to share a few laughs beforehand. We guess this puts an end to any chance of him showing up in The Flash movie!

T.D.K.

Dies

Okay, as soon as you realized the secret superpower of Nathan Fillion’s character was something as lame as “detachable” limbs, you also knew he was dead meat, right? This character is so lame that Gunn doesn’t even show the Corto Maltese military putting him out of his misery. They just snicker as he writhes in pain, feeling how his detached arms have been shot to ribbons. Bad day to be a Browncoat.

Savant

Dies

Michael Rooker is the actor James Gunn casts when he wants to give a character an epic death scene. It took two movies for that to prove true in the Guardians of the Galaxy movies, but Rooker’s Savant doesn’t even make it to the end of the opening credits here… well not all of him. The blood and brain splatter created by the bomb Amanda Waller detonated in this coward’s skull spells a lovely “The Suicide Squad” lettering across the waves. And hey, at least Rooker got to rock those epic blonde locks!

The Thinker

Dies

Once you heard that Peter Capaldi was playing an evil supervillain who was also in league with the Suicide Squad’s enemies, you knew there was no way Thinker was walking away from this movie, right? Nonetheless, Gunn goes hard with the doc’s death scene when a liberated Starro the Conqueror gets revenge for 30 years of captivity by ripping his captor’s arms off and then turning him into a red smear across glass. Ouch.

Col. Rick Flag

Dies

This one hurt. Joel Kinnaman’s Rick Flag was one of the better and even underrated elements from 2016’s Suicide Squad, and he got a chance to shine a lot brighter here. From small things like his total war buddies vibe with Harley to showing a backbone when he realizes Waller’s nefarious cover-up game, Flag came out as a real leader this time up to bat. Sadly, he then got Cena’d to death.

Polka-Dot Man

Dies

You did it, Polka-Dot Man, you proved your simultaneously dippy and creepy superpowers could make you a real superhero! Even your Norma Bates-like mama would be proud. Too bad Starro then stepped on you immediately afterward. Yay?

Starro

Dies

The big guy had his giant eye poked out by Harley and then an army of rats swarm into the hole that made and chew up his insides. Honestly, you feel bad for the kaiju in the end. Like King Kong, he didn’t ask to be brought here. Who knew we could get the sniffles for a rampaging monster with mind-control powers?

Harley Quinn

Lives

Come on, did you think they’d kill off Harley? Pfft, Robbie’s performance is way too good for that.

Bloodsport

Lives

Given his world-weary stoicism, I thought going in that Idris Elba’s Bloodsport was too noble for Gunn’s twisted vision. How nice it is to be proven wrong. Elba’s supervillain marksman reveals there’s a heart of gold beneath that gruff exterior, and it’s still beating when the credits come around.

Ratcatcher II

Lives

James Gunn once told us that Daniela Melchior’s Ratcatcher was the heart of the movie with a presence “like somebody from the French New Wave.” And he wasn’t blowing smoke about the actor or the character. Despite being introduced as an easygoing millennial, Ratcatcher turns out to be the most sympathetic Squad member and proves her generation gets the job done by unleashing an armada of rats on Starro.

King Shark

Lives

Thank God. Nobody better hurt our precious man-eating Nanaue. Go ahead, King, have another nom-nom. You earned it!

Sol Soria

Lives

Sol Soria gets to be el presidente in Corto Maltese now. I guess that’s a fair enough trade with the knowledge that the people who put her there also fed her buddies head first to a land shark.

Amanda Waller

Lives

Some characters are too evil to die. Amanda Waller is still stewing back in D.C. by the end of The Suicide Squad, and she’s likely scheming of a way to murder all of her current underlings too.

Weasel

Lives

The first fakeout of the movie is the fate of Weasel. Despite seemingly being the first character to seemingly die off—in a really hilarious fashion when Waller and company realize they didn’t check to see if Weasel could swim—it turns out he didn’t drown. There’s another reason right there for why Savant deserved to have his head go boom. Pity the children of Corto Maltese.

Peacemaker

Lives

Even though Peacemaker got an epic death scene where Bloodsport won a quickdraw showdown, some actors are just too big of a deal to kill. Thus the end credits scene reveals that Peacemaker survived his bullet wound to the neck and is still breathing on a hospital ventilator. Nonetheless, Bloodsport taught him a valuable lesson: It’s not the size of your bullets but how you use them.

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Empty Pages - R. Mendes (3)

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PROLOGUE // PART ONE // PART TWO

Raul was not expecting to put that much effort into the drawing, really. Half of the hard work was already done, thanks to Lily and Mrs. Basel discussing most of what the work’s finer elements were right in earshot of him. The boy thought by the time he was finished sketching out the rough design in number two pencil, going as far as to outline it in black pen exhibited enough effort. But he knew it was lacking in its message and persuasion. The anger only the red colored pencil glaring at him from the unopened box buried beneath the healing pile of past schoolwork on his desk could portray to his audience. His fingers twitched and finally, his body caved and leaped up from his bed and to his desk where he reached for the box of perfectly sharpened, untouched pencils.

He was tentative with his color choice, and even more cautious when blending the different shades and allowing movement across the piece. No weights nor frivolous purchases of ripped jeans and leather jackets would come to be quite as cathartic as scrubbing the colored lead furiously back and forth across the paper. A full two hours had passed when Raul finally conceded to his completed drawing and set the dull pencil down. His hands were cramping, and various splotches of blended wax tainted his palms and knuckles like bruises, but he felt okay with it, strangely.

“Hey, Raul do you—” Shawn’s voice made his brother’s head snap up from the drawing to look at him. “Woah, dude…that looks great.” Shawn slowly approached his brother’s work with caution, afraid to lift even a finger in fear of Raul reaching out to snap it. “And I thought you were going to cheat off of me or Pete.” He chuckles, eyes continuing to study the slogan and illustration encompassing the destruction of routine and tradition. “You came up with this yourself?”

Raul bit his lip, now becoming irritated with Shawn’s wandering eyes. “Did you need something?” The older asks, rising up from his bed so his frame could shield the paper. Shawn’s eyes grew wide and he cleared his throat.

“Yeah, I was just gonna ask if you still had that drawing stuff. You know, the stuff that mom gave you that one—” Shawn’s ask was interrupted with a sharp “oof” when Raul shoved the box of pencils against his chest.

“Anything else you need?” He quirks a brow to his brother. Shawn sets his lips into a firm line and shakes his head, before sending Raul a quick ‘thanks’ and retreating back into his own bedroom. When his bedroom door is shut once again, Raul heaves a sigh and lets his tired hands into the river of curls say on his head. The heap of gel he applied to his hair this morning made the dark locks a little less smooth than what he had imagined. Turning back to face the paper with a sigh, Shawn’s unanswered question continued ringing in his ears until he slid the paper into his folder and the folder into his backpack.

“It’s just a project. Just a project…” Raul repeated this mantra to himself that night until he fell asleep.

The following morning, Lily waltzed up to her teacher’s desk with the best smile her fatigued state could muster, propaganda in hand ready to hand in.

“Here you are, Mrs. K.”

“Oh, no sweetie. You’re going to be presenting them.” Her eyes flicked away from the digital attendance sheet on her computer screen and to the young woman. Lily notes that her eyes never even glanced over her work, meaning other students must have had the same idea of turning it in.

“Oh…everybody?” Her smile begins faltering. The teacher hums and sends a small nod, cueing Lily to walk to her desk with crushed expectations. As she sank down into the chair, the sight of a brooding form drenched in black caught her site. She tilted her head to the right, spotting Raul Mendes early and eager in his chair. Had Raul not been adorned in the shirt with burn holes near his collarbone and eight years younger, there was no doubt Lily would be on the edge of her seat beside him, drumming against the wooden desks with their no. 2 pencils in anticipation.

But Lily would say she overall felt a riveting urge in her stomach to make a beeline toward the school clinic and bluff her anxiety with a stomachache. Mrs. K completed attendance as the girl continued to gnaw on her lip.

“Alright, let’s begin!” The instructor announces, reading down the line of various names. Finally, she reached ‘M’ and beckoned Raul up to stand before the rows of desks and share his work. Normally, Raul would prefer his brothers (mostly Peter) to be in the same class as him, in order for time to be stalled even longer for any assignments the oldest might have missed the night previous. Raul, however, lacked a single complaint in his mind as he let his black sneakers steer him to stand in front of his English class with a tantalizing smirk.

“I title this piece: Breaking Tradition.” Silence followed the boy’s introduction due to the overwhelming surprise his peers felt that Raul not only completed his project within the given time limit but did so marvelously. Some lips parted in appalment--Mrs. K’s included—while others gasped. The initial silence was not long-lasting, however, and the proof lied in arbitrary whisper’s floating around the cinderblock building, all discussing Raul’s piece.

But one voice remained silent through the tirade of talk. Her jaw was too busy clenching furiously. Her teeth were grinding together to the point where they might have ground one another to dust but Lily could care less. That was her idea on his paper. That was her design she discussed with Mrs. Basel only a day prior, which was displayed gloriously on Raul Mendes’s paper. Even worse, it looked better than hers did, despite the hours she spent through the night blending and measuring and lettering every word on the damn slogan to perfection.

And the man stood to the front of the class just sat with an accomplished smile and dazzling brown eyes, as if he thought he deserved the credit. Her heart began thrumming in her chest, drowning out some of Raul’s syllables amidst his explanation which Lily was certain mimicked her presentation verbatim. Her fingers curled and twisted against her palms, the nails she would bite everyday subconsciously now digging broken crescents into her skin. Mad was one emotion Lily never found herself yearning to express—unlike Raul, who found no trouble allowing his to show a swelling bruise against Connor’s cheek—but this anger surging through her veins and rampant pulse appearing at her temples in seconds felt multiplied. The girl was furious.

As her sight of Raul began to become tainted with red, she detected Raul’s eyes in one, continuous spot. They remained on Isabella’s seat for the duration of his speech, though his target was not trying her hardest to reciprocate. From Lily’s seat, one could see the artificial light graze the girl’s profile like a brushstroke. Her jawline was slim and sharp, yet her lips portrayed a soft, childlike pout as she gazed adoringly down at her recently manicured set, coated in only the most overelaborate-named polishes, like “Harp Seal Silver Fur” or “Black Kyoto Pearl”. If it was not her nails, it was the new string of text messages her and Connor were participating in more often than class discussions if the teacher was too enthralled by the symbolism Orwell disguises so carefully, or how the human brain makes up an entire two percent of your body weight.

Unfortunately for Lily, she was also seated beside Isabella in their anatomy course, very much against her will.

“Brilliant job.” Mrs. K mutters to Raul upon him handing her his work. He returns the compliment with a taller smirk than he was holding before as if he was not staring into the woman responsible for questioning his attendance only two days prior. His eyes flickered back to Isabella and remained on her throughout his journey back into his desk seat, absorbing her from every angle, and allowing his footsteps to slow in their stride.

“Lily?” Her head snapped away from the spot Raul was just occupying, to Mrs. K, heartbeat rattling her ribcage like a xylophone out of tune.

“Huh?”

“It’s your turn…” The teacher informs.

“Oh…uh…” Her cheeks were aflame but thankful for her shoulder-length hair to curtain them as she tilted her head down to the open binder. Her work glared back at her, yearning so badly to be picked up and bragged about, but how was she to repeat the last five minutes of class in a different body and less adequate art piece, and not expect consequences. Judging by Raul’s unbridled confidence, Lily doubts he would come clean about his plagiarism. Even worse, he would not hesitate to manipulate the situation to fixate the blame on Lily, instead. It was not hard to do with the golden honey encapsulated in his irises and pair of choppers he has since been exchanging for a fine smirk. The point is that, though she had an honest reputation, so did Raul Mendes—for the most part. And who was she to allow that to possibly deteriorate within a matter of minutes over a school assignment?

It would be the mature thing to do, sure. But this was high school, and an eighteen your old Raul Mendes has made it clear that playing dirty in order to appease this newly constructed figure of his was less than bothersome.

“I guess…I-I forgot.” Lily murmurs quietly from her desk, closing her binder to remove the work from her sight. “Sorry, Mrs. K.” There was a tingling sensation against her right cheek from Raul’s speculating pair, but the feeling faded from her profile seconds after Isabella’s presence was invited to the front of the class by the instructor.

She would find a way to avenge the assignment soon. Little did her privy classmate know that Lily Mirray could play dirty when fate beckons for it. And fate’s call was Isabella standing up from her seat and strutting towards the whiteboard, skirt swishing in each step.

Raul’s fascinated stare remained on Isabella’s form throughout her entire presentation.

And so did Lily’s.

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Not Alone

AO3 link here.

A pre-Kalluzeb story: Post Zero Hour. Kallus sleeps. The Spectres do what they do best: look out for one another.

A weight settled on Garazeb Orrelios gradually. At least, it had, right up until the end, when Kallus slumped the last little bit against his shoulder as dead weight. Zeb did his best not to flinch, lest he wake the other man and peered down at him from a sharp angle. Definitely asleep. His breaths were slower than they were upon waking, and sounded thicker at the ends to someone like Zeb with (slightly) better-than-human hearing.

The galley was quiet, Ezra had been practicing his meditation in the open space across the way, and Sabine was with her clan, preparing for their trip back to her family's home. Kanan sat on the other side of Zeb, drinking some foul concoction of Jedi-tea that he for some reason enjoyed. He still complained about it, but had more than adjusted to the weird smell.

"Doesn't look like he's been sleeping," Kanan murmured. His voice is so soft, so careful, Zeb almost wondered if he'd said it right into his mind.

"I don't think 'e has," Zeb whispered back, as low as his voice will let him. "If I move him he'll wake up for sure."

"Better get comfy then," The Jedi chuckled, but Kanan wasn't sarcastic, just teasing. He placed a hand on Zeb's other shoulder. Squeezed reassuringly. These last few years since Ezra had come along had changed all of them. Sometimes Zeb was thrown by just how much. Kanan never used to be so tactile. "Comm me if you need anything, alright? "

"Yeah," Zeb said, plucking his comm link from his belt and placing it on the table in front of him. "Thanks."

Another squeeze and he was leaving. Kanan stepped quietly but his boots were still loud in the silence. Kallus didn't notice though. That was good. Very good, Zeb thought.

Four hyperspace jumps - by Chopper's request and Rex's hearty agreement - that took them across the galaxy and back had given them plenty of time to get the excess people who evacuated on the Ghost situated on the remaining larger transports at the first drop, then allowed them to separate to make any trailing Imperials' lives more difficult. Zeb had expected a fight to keep Kallus with them - or as close to a fight as one could get with the ridiculous number of passengers in such a small space - but Hera's concerns had been quelled by Ezra and Kanan with such surety Zeb was nearly touched. He wasn't afraid to vouch for the ex-Imperial, but for someone else to step in first definitely looked better for Kallus overall.

Kallus inhaled sharply, jolting him from his thoughts. Instinct took over and Zeb tried not to think about it, carefully nudging the man's injured leg up and onto the other side of the curved booth by extending his dexterous foot, ignoring the small groan of pain and sigh from the readjustment. Kallus's eyes didn't open, and Zeb counted himself lucky. Now, he had his back to Zeb's side. It worked well enough, but now his left arm was going numb. Tiny pinpricks sliced down his smallest finger, tingling up through his forearm.

But, considering the bruised man leaning against him, who probably hadn't slept in days, Zeb found he didn't mind. He'd taken thirty hours of hyperspace to utter more than a handful of words and three more after that to be coaxed into the galley to be somewhat triaged. Zeb had met Hera's eyes over a particularly boot shaped bruise to Kallus's flank. His ribs were broken for sure, but despite the pain Kallus had refused any medication. Hera had made it clear there was nothing noble about it, and Zeb had waved her off while Kallus's head was turned.

Zeb could relate. He'd felt similarly before, on this very ship. They - Kanan and Hera - had taken him on at his lowest point. He had struggled to have conversations, to adapt. He struggled not to find answers at the bottom of a bottle when they were planetside. Kallus was far more grounded, but at a cost. He had the eyes of a dead man, flat and devoid of light, affect muted. At least on the ice moon, Kallus displayed emotions. He wouldn’t have signalled them if he didn’t want to live, Zeb knew, but it would take a while for his rational mind to wrap around the fact that he deserved it.

Kanan lingered in the doorway to the galley, murmuring something to Hera down the hall, shaking his head shortly. No, she didn’t need to intervene. Yes, Zeb had things under control. He would absolutely let them know if either he or Kallus needed anything.

And then, softer still, “Survivor’s guilt is tricky. Give him time.”

Hera’s hummed, but her voice was warm with affection. “I know, love,” She murmured, standing on her toes to peek over Kanan’s shoulder into the galley. Zeb tried not to feel too embarrassed and failed miserably, but didn’t dare move. Kallus’s breathing was steady, the arm he’d braced over his own ribs seeming to help with the pain he no-doubt felt.

“Satisfied?” Kanan asked her.

She answered by pressing her lips to his cheek. “Not especially,” She murmured sarcastically as she pulled away. “I’d like to dunk him in bacta and drug him.”

“That makes two of us,” Zeb grunted, then cast a look at Ezra, meditating but likely still alert to his surroundings. “Now would you two go do whatever you do in your alone time and leave us be?”

Hera rolled her eyes. Kanan grinned. “I mean, I am going with Sabine,” Zeb heard him say as they descended down the hall. “Who knows when I’ll-”

Silence took over the room again, save for the louder than usual breaths of Kallus, the whirring of the life support system of the Ghost, and the dull roar of the transport ship barrelling through hyperspace. It was almost peaceful. Zeb did his best to tip his head back comfortably and drift, though his ears were stiff and alert.

He slipped back into his Honor-Guard mentality so easily. He didn’t need to seem at attention to be aware of the way Ezra’s breath hitched over some thought in his mind or the Force (Zeb could never be sure with either Jedi), or to hear the muffled rattle that suggested Chopper had docked in his charging cradle. He knew the exits and entry-points, could map it all out in his head, senses primed and ready to adjust and adapt. If someone came in from beside Ezra and spooked Kallus awake, he’d be able to reach a giant hand over and keep him down without letting him bash his shoulder or ribs on the table, but without truly restraining him.

Of course, he didn’t take into account how long he’d been awake, so when he woke up minutes, hours, some time later, he could only be thankful he’d done so before Kallus had woken up. It had been Ezra’s footsteps that did it, though he did have to give the kid credit for standing up nearly silently.

“He’s having a nightmare,” Ezra said softly to Zeb, his eyes shining with concern. “I can feel it.”

It made sense. Kallus’s forehead was pinched, and his upper body curled in on itself. Zeb exhaled and looked up to the young Jedi. “Can you do somethin’ about it?”

“Probably not without freaking him out more,” He said. “I don’t know that you can just order someone to stop having a bad dream with the Force anyways.”

That wasn’t a big help. “So what were you going to do then?”

“I was gonna wake you up,” Ezra said, like that was the solution to everything.

Zeb looked at Kallus, slumped against his side, head tilted towards his chest. He couldn’t see all of the human’s face at this angle, only part of the side of it. “And what was I going to do to help?” He asked.

That earned him a look. “How many times did you,y’know, help me with nightmares after Kanan took me in?”

Yellow-green eyes met blue. With sharp seriousness, Zeb whispered, “I have no idea what yer talking about.”

Ezra smiled. “Yeah, I know,” He said, fond. “Anyway, I’d suggest the same technique.”

By ‘same technique,’ Ezra meant the gentle shake and soft words that Zeb had (more than) once or twice used to coax a very young Ezra from dreamscapes of horror and anxiety about everything and anything, from the Empire and his parents to Kanan abandoning him, to their crew - their family - being killed by Stormtroopers, then Inquisitors, and finally, Vader. More importantly to Ezra, he’d never breathed a word about it. Never held it over Ezra’s head, no matter how much they fought in the beginning. And he’d continued to deny it, even after Kanan’s bond with his young padawan had strengthened enough to alert him to one of those nightmares and he’d stumbled into their shared quarters to find Zeb hushing the tiny Jedi, reminding him where he was, that he was safe.

It had taken him a long time for Ezra to understand his place, too. Hera really had a way of collecting misfits. Sabine had been much the same, but far more stoic.

It was good, though. They helped each other.

“Got this?”

“I think so,” Zeb answered Ezra with a curt nod. “Scram, kid. No witnesses.”

“You got it,” He saluted with a cheeky grin. “Take care of him.”

Zeb’s tiny smile curled his lips, showing off one single fang. “Yeah,” He said. “I will.”

Ezra crept quietly out of the galley and down the hall. He could hear the sharp gasp, felt the ice-cold wash of fear when Kallus woke from whatever terror he saw in his dreams. But he could also hear the low murmur of Zeb, knew without a doubt that the ferocious-seeming Lasat was combing his fingers through Kallus’s hair or stroking his arm, telling him in a rumbling purr that he was on the Ghost, he’d been asleep for about four hours now, that they’d have another two jumps before Yavin. He could go back to sleep, he was fine right where he was. That he’d survived Thrawn and the Empire. That he was one of them.

And Kallus was, Ezra knew.

Something shifted, on that ice moon. Something that had sent Kallus on a quest for truth. Ezra didn’t doubt for a minute that it had been Zeb. Zeb, who had kept an open mind, who respected and rewarded loyalty, bravery, and honor. Zeb, who hadn’t sold Kallus out after he’d been rescued.

It would take a long time for Kallus to feel like he belonged in the Rebellion, no matter how many lives he’d saved with his crazy, daring actions. His life as a model Imperial would haunt him for the rest of his days. Perhaps, Ezra thought, that penance was proof that he’d really turned towards the good.

But he wasn’t alone anymore. That wasn’t how things worked with the Spectres. They could handle a Fulcrum agent, too.

#kalluzeb #garazeb orrelios #alexsandr kallus #zeb x kallus #ezra bridger #kanan jarrus #kanan x hera #kanera #hera syndulla #space family #star wars rebels fanfiction #sw rebels #swr

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24, 28, 29 and 39!!❤❤

There’s spoilers for the clone wars in some of my answers. >.>

24. Would you want to be human, or from another species?

Another species would be cool!! Thou I don’t really know what I’d be. Maybe like a twi’lek? or a Togruta!! Human would be fine thou too lol

28. If you could stop one character from doing one thing, who would it be and why?

Super basic buuuut I’d stop Anakin from falling to the darkside like a dummy and make him go stop palp with obi. one of my fav aus is this and him raising luke and leia with padmae and I cry everytime I swear

O!! Or stop Fox from killing Fives. Since they were so close to figuring it all out and if he just wouldnt have shot him it all could have been prevented. sdfbshjdfbjh (I love fox thou, no fox slander allowed)

29. Which character doesn't get enough credit or screentime?

(copied from another ask I answered for this one)

I have a few that I think need more screen time or deserved more (and I know some of these characters are getting more soon but they still need way more if you ask me). Boba Fett (also Jango too), Darth Maul, Commander Wolffe (honestly a lot of the clones deserved more screen time). The armorer needs more credit and screen time too. OMG AND PAZ WHERE IS PAZ I NEED HIM BACK.

Also toast clone deserves way more credit.

Boba was really bad for the longest time. He had barely any screentime in the movies or shows. Its nice to see he’s getting more thou since he’s so beloved (and super cool).

39. If you wrote a 'fix-it fic', what would you write about?

OMG I HAVE SO MANY FIX IT FICS IN MY WIPS bjhsbjdfsdjfs

ok but Anakin not falling to the darkside and raising luke and leia with padme and fighting to stop palp.

Jango doesn’t die and raises Boba. (little sad boba makes me so sad)

Din decides to go with Luke (maybe they become boyfriends I dunno) and grogu so their little clan isnt separated.

Give RDR2 a lightsaber. Trust me it would solve so many issues. You know what? Give chopper one too.

Cody goes against order 66 and maybe fights it from within before reunited with his boyfriend obi

Star Wars Asks!

#lovely asks #oloreaa #star wars asks #ask games #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #boba fett

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planet-crait · 4 years

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A Saltier analysis of the Art of Star Wars Rebels (Part 2)

So…..after my initial post you can find here more issues with the book where pointed out to me/I just sat looking through it noticing even more issues so….consider this a part two to my original post going over even more issues I have with the Art of Star Wars Rebels. Obviously there will be salt so if you enjoyed the book a lot and don’t want that view tainted please don’t click on below the cut. Also beware major spoilers for Rebels.

So first off we’re going to kick off with talking about some items that were very strangely missing from the book. Now full disclosure @findswoman really was the one who noticed this issue but it seriously deserves mention and I am stunned I missed it but, why are Loth cats and Loth Bats not ever mentioned in the book?

Loth Cats are a near constant presence within the series, they play some minor roles even in destroying a droid and helping distract guards. Loth bats similarly inspire the gliders that the kids use to rescue Hera! Said gliders make it into the book

Why aren’t the loth bats, the inspiration for said gliders, even in the book as well?

Another potentially controversial criticism I have is for the cover for the deluxe edition itself.

Some people may love it which is fair but personally I am not as fond of it as I am of the original cover. I get that they were trying to get a feel of the holocron in the cover but it just doesn’t vibe with me at all and I feel like they could have done something more special for the deluxe cover.

Speaking of holocrons, they do not get a proper showcase within the art book. Here is the page where it is mentioned and notice how it talks about the map, not the holocron itself.

Hell, you barely see it in the image in the book! Why? The holocrons are a big deal in the show, why are they not getting showcased when items that only make an appearance in one episode do? Even if other media showed off the holocrons, this is the art of Star Wars Rebels, if it was important to the show, it deserved a place in the book. Instead they waste space on things that were not important or even really shown in the show. Like Tatooine gets two full pages in the book:

Some of those images almost look like shots from Episode 4 which brings back the question of what the heck is this doing here? (Which I found myself asking way too much when looking through this book). Again this book should be a celebration of Rebels, not all of Star Wars. Those pages could have been used to show off key elements from the show that for unknown reasons got cut from the book.

There is just a lot of what feels like filler or wasted space in the book, for example Rex, Obi-wan, Vader, Yoda, Bo-Katan and Palpatine get two pages devoted to their characters while other main characters from the show get only one page or only half a page like in Choppers case. Zeb, Kallus, and Hera also all do not get their alternate season designs shown off in the book while Kanan, Sabine and Ezra do. Hell Rex even got an extra half a page to show off designs that never made it into the show and seemingly only exists to push Filoni’s headcanon that Rex was there with Han Solo.

Why are the main characters not allowed to be the unashamed stars of this book? Why did the editors feel the need to waste space with characters who are not the stars and have their spot to shine in other media? Original characters for this show should get full and multiple pages for their characters, not characters who have appeared in other media and probably appear in other art books.

If other side characters like Tristen and Usra Wren or Ketsun where getting these full or two pages I wouldn’t be quiet as annoyed because they are all original characters for the show, but those characters only got half a page while again, characters from other media like Saw and Mon Motha got a full page. I will say this until I am blue in the face but the original characters created specifically for Rebels should have been the true stars of this book, instead they are getting gypped and the short end of the stick while other characters the team thinks is more popular are given the spotlight. (I am not showing the pictures because, as is, this post is getting ridiculously long but I will happily share them in a reblog if anyone wants to see this).

They even included characters who never appeared in the show in the book

This is the very definition of wasted space. This page could have been used for undercover Chopper designs or season 3 or 4 of Hera and Zeb designs or one of the many many things that never made an appearance in the book that by all accounts should have been like Kanan’s lightsaber or Zeb’s bo-rifle. Instead we get stuff of Director Krennic.

Even things that had their fair share of content, still managed to miss the mark in some cases.

The Ghost in total has about six pages devoted to it which even includes concept art for it that was never used which is not a problem at all. In fact I love that! This is what I bought the book for, to see concepts and art for things that were at some point going to be in the show but were cut for one reason or another. The book would have benefited if it contained way more concept art for things like this like for example what Filoni imagined Lasan to look like or other concept designs for Zeb or hell talk about Kallus’s early days when he was originally a Chiss. Interesting stuff like that which wasn’t explored in the show but still exciting and interesting.

My big issue with the Ghost sections (yes sections) is that instead of putting everything related to the Ghost together for some reason the pages are split into two different sections within the book.

(Don’t ask my why they decided to throw concept art of the millennium falcon to go with that little tidbit instead of more concept art for the Ghost, just know this is on my shitlist too)

These are pages 48 through 51 of the book. The next time the Ghost appears is way later near the end of the book

Pages 150 and 151! Some of the split concepts for things can be explained by the fact that the book is split into several sections: Beginning, middle, and end of the show. However this does not give a satisfactory explanation as to why the Ghost’s concept art is split across two sections and not even evenly! Why not put all of the information for the Ghost all together in one section so if someone was looking for something specifically for reference or something they don’t have to look through the whole book to find it because the info is all over the place? Directly following the later pages is the Phantom II so maybe the logic was they didn’t want to just toss the Phantom in without any other context? Which….doesn’t work cuz the Ghost honestly feels thrown in for no real reason. The Phantom II being separated from the Ghost and The Phantom would have been fine because the Phantom does come in later so it being in the section devoted to later parts of the series would have been fine.

Of course, I can’t really say there is a section for the Phantom, that one image you saw back on page 50? That is the only reference the original Phantom ,something that was in the show for two seasons, get’s. One image and maybe a second but it feels more like an image of the back of the Ghost and not one of the Phantom. Meanwhile the Phantom II get’s two pages entirely to itself. Why the difference? Both ships were in the series for two seasons, why not some images of the inside of the Phantom or more shots from different angles? Why does only the Phantom II get these?

I really cannot fathom why they skimped out on one ship and gave two pages to another when both had equal importance.

Now I mentioned before that the layout of the book may have influenced the decision to split the pages talking about the Ghost, but personally I am not a fan of the layout of the book. It makes things confusing and doesn’t flow well. Here is the table of contents:

At a glance this seems fine and a nice nod to the series having four seasons, but notice there are no sub categories like textbooks that have key concepts in the chapter and what page they start on. So if you wanted to focus on character models? You would still have to spend a lot of time flipping through the sections to find what you were looking for. Personally I would have rather the book be divided by content: Characters, props, and environments. That way all things that are alike would all be group together instead of broken up into four sections across the book. Of course other art books could be laid out like this and people may like this method. This particular point is a bit more nitpicky and me being a person who was far more interested in character concept art then anything else.

I briefly touched upon this in my part one analysis of the book, but this issue rears its ugly head again in the issue of things not getting good labeling leaving the reader having to read the mini paragraphs or searching the book to figure out what it is or what is going on.

Want to know where this is?

Or this?

Or even this?

Me too, too bad the book can’t be bothered to tell you anything about these. When I was searching for anything to tell me what these images among many others in the book where, I noticed this

Which for a bit I couldn’t figure out what it was, notes accidentally left in? Some obscure reference to what it was supposed to be? Looking at other pages I noticed repeat notes that looked the same so I was starting to get even more confused until when looking through the cover pages, I finally spotted this:

Which okay fine they shorthanded the artists names in the credits right be the art….but then I noticed that not every piece of art in this book has any sort of credit along with the fact that quite a few have no label for what it's supposed to be. And while one could argue that those places are iconic enough to be recognized I have to disagree. Not everyone knows or follows all Star Wars Media that is a fan of the show. Not everyone has a great memory of the episodes within rebels or places that most would think are familiar. There is no reason to not put in a small label next to the artist credit so fans know what it is supposed to be. I could guess or try to look it up but I shouldn’t have to, the book should tell me what it is!

Even worse is the inconsistency on if an artist gets credit for the art they made. Like this one here:

No credit or anything, we have no clue who created this piece or why there is nothing here to indicate who did, and that is not fair to the person who created this piece. (I checked the next page as well even and there was nothing)

Also yes that image above the artist’s credit is another concept art from episode 4 which was slapped on there for who knows why. Again this should have been more art from Rebels. This is not, nor should it be, the art of Star Wars. It is the art of Star Wars Rebels. No concept art from other media has any business being in this book.

So many aspects of this book feel rushed or slapped together with no real rhyme or reason even though it was delayed in its release and then released early! Why? It just doesn’t make any sense and isn’t fair to the fans of this show who adored it and wanted to get this book to learn more about the show that for many fans, including myself, got me into Star Wars. We deserve more respect than this.

This book truly feels like a quick cash grab, not the thank you to the fans of the show it should have been.

Again I cannot stress this enough, if you like the book that is fine. But you cannot blow off and ignore the voices of people who are not satisfied with this book and expected so much more from it then it gave us.

#SWR #the art of star Wars Rebels #Star Wars Rebels #Salt #part two #SWR salt #let's see if the pictures get all screwed up again

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