#do you think they remind him of young Ezra

[moeitsu]

Song Lyrics That Remind Me of Arthur Morgan

Nobody asked for this, but I listen to A LOT of music, and this boah is constantly on my mind 24/7. So I thought I'd share some lyrics that remind me of him and his relationships <3

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Hard Believer - First Aid Kit

"So you ask for my opinion. Well, what is there to say? To be honest and just foolish, won't make you wanna stay. You've got to go on and get moving. And I can't do that for you. Got so many plans and so much you wanna do. Love is tough, time is rough on me."

To a Poet - First Aid Kit (Mary & Arthur)

"You said, 'Don't give me nothing you don't wanna lose.' I said, 'Darlin' I'll give you everything I got, if you want them to choose.' Though unwillingly I left and it was so, so hard to do. Now I miss you more than I can take and I will surely break. And every morning that I wake, God, it is the same."

Afraid of Heights - Boygenius (Dutch & Arthur)

"I know I fucked up when I told you I'm afraid of heights. It made you wanna test my courage. You made me climb a cliff at night. You wanted me to jump and I declined. You called me a coward, I replied, I don't wanna live forever, but I don't wanna die tonight."

My Silver Lining - First Aid Kit

"I don't know if I'm scared of dyin', but I'm scared of living too fast, too slow. Regret, remorse, hold on. Oh no I've gotta go. There's no starting over, no new beginnings, time races on. You've just gotta keep on keeping on."

Sun Bleached Flies - Ethel Cain

"If they strike once, then you hit 'em twice as hard. But in the end, if I bend under the weight that they gave me, Then this heart would break and fall twice as far. We all know how it goes, the more it hurts, the less it shows. But I still feel like they all know, and that's why I could never go back home."

Saviour - George Ezra (Mary & Arthur)

"Time was young and you were mine. Take me back to that midnight moon. Cradle me, at that midnight moon. All of me is all for you, and what I got to give is not enough. It's a dark night. Being your own savior, is it saving you?"

Cowboy, Gangster, Politician - Goldie Boutilier (Mary & Arthur)

"We said goodbye, but it never ends. 'Cause you can't get away from a woman who loves you. 'Cause you can't run away from feelings that haunt you. No, you can't separate a fire from a flame that already burns. Every saints a sinner, we all have our past. Forever is a fiction, nothing lasts."

Let Him Fly - Patty Griffin (Mary Gillis-Linton)

"Ain't no talking to this man, ain't no pretty other side. Ain't no way to understand, the stupid words of pride. It would take an acrobat, and I already tried all that so, I'm gonna let him fly. You know the light has left his face, but you can't recall just where or why. So there was really nothing to it, I said I'm gonna let him fly."

The Chain - Fleetwood Mac (Dutch & Arthur)

"And if you don't love me now, You will never love me again. I can still hear you saying, we would never break the chain. Run in the shadows. Damn your love, damn your lies."

Devil's Resting Place - Laura Marling

"I've been with the devil in the devil's resting place. Water won't clean you, you only hold yourself to the things you do. Come up here to speak to me and hold your face to mine. Any man can hold my gaze has done his job just fine. You sold your life away to be with me tonight. Hold your head against my chest, I think you'll be just fine."

Through the Valley - Shawn James

"I walk through the valley of the shadow of death. And I fear no evil because I'm blind to it all, and my mind and my gun they comfort me. Because I know I'll kill my enemies when they come. Surely, goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life. And I will dwell on this earth forevermore. Well, I came upon a man at the top of a hill. Called himself the savior of the human race. Said he'd come to save the world from destruction and pain, but I said, how can you save the world from itself?"

Youngest Daughter - Superheaven

"It's useless, I tried, but to no avail. To tell you how much I know, how much I care. Breathe until your lungs fail, you can sing 'til you go deaf. I am sick, I am horrified at everything I hear. Everyday repeats itself again, the cycle of our misery, It drives us all insane."

The Fall - Gregory Alan Isakov (John & Arthur)

"You heard blood was thick, brothers and sisters. But ya don't know where anybody's at. Time was a bust, you thought you'd better be tough. Nobody gets past the trembling wire. All eyes on you now, on you. We're all holding our breath."

Second Chances - Gregory Alan Isakov (John & Arthur)

"I'm running from nothing, no thoughts in my mind. Oh my heart was all black but I saw something shine. Thought that part was yours, but it might just be mine. I could share it with you, if you gave me the time. I'm all bloody knuckles, longing for home. If it weren't for second chances, we'd all be alone."

My Mind - Paris Paloma (Dutch & Arthur)

"What did I do wrong? Will you tell me what I did wrong, what did I? Was it a first offense? How long had you been harboring that vemon? You could have used your words then, you wanted them to hurt and so I let them. Never would I beseech you, to endure what you put me through."

#arthur morgan #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #dutch van der linde #mary gillis #red dead redemption community #red dead fandom #arthur morgan rdr2 #arthur morgan x reader #rdr2 fanart #john marston

[visforvengeance]

944 miles

Requested by: no one<3

Notes: Hi! So sorry I took so long to post this lmao. Um this will be a series. I haven't worked out how many chapters there will be but I do know how I want at least the next two chapters to be. If you've seen my last post where I posted a snippet of it, then you know I had an OC named Rue Winston. That will be changed and the only thing that will remain is the last name and no character description will be involved but do know I had black!reader in mind. Thanks for reading <3

Pairing: Carmen Berzatto x Reader

Warnings: cursing? she/her pronouns. i think that's it. it's only the first chapter so nothing too crazy going on.

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Fatima rushed to the Berzatto Family Salon door with her young daughter by her side. Fatima wouldn’t have been late if it weren’t for her babysitter canceling at the last minute. The poor child was just too young to care for herself. 

As Fatima frantically searched around the building for Donna, her hairstylist, Y/N sat idly by. She played with the toys her mother had gotten her for her 5th birthday, which was just a few months before. When Fatima’s eyes landed on Donna’s, they reflected a range of emotions. 

Donna felt bad for the young mother, having three kids of her own, she knew what Fatima was suffering. Donna’s eyes traveled to the playing toddler on her floor, not a care for the outside world. She reminded her of her own child, Carmen, the youngest. 

“Donna! I’m so sorry I’m late. My babysitter bailed last minute and I had no one else to watch her,” Fatima was on the verge of tears. This wasn’t the future she imagined when she found out she was with child. 

Her husband, Ezra, had walked out on his family when their daughter was 2 years old. He had claimed he never wanted a child in the first place. 

“Ok ok ok, Hun. Just take a deep breath, it’s fine. I have a son who’s around the same age as her. He’s here with me today, they could play together!”

She rushed through the door, ignoring everyone except for Carmen. He sat on his bed watching his best friend bounce around in his bedroom. 

“It’s here! It’s here! It’s here!” She squealed while clutching the unopened envelope to her chest. 

Carmen was dreading the day when they received their acceptance letters. He hadn’t told her that his college of choice was in New York. He knew that she’d d be attending college in Chicago, but fucking Carmen. He always had to strive for the best. 

He felt like shit, but the pure excitement on her face was infectious. He couldn’t help his smile as they switched envelopes, now holding each other’s futures in their hands. 

“I’ll go first, you ready?” He watched as she bit at her nails anxiously, she nodded. 

Carmen opened the letter, he spared one glance at her before he began reading. 

“Dear Ms. Winston, I am pleased to inform you that you have been accepted as an official student of the English Literature and Arts Department…” Rue’s hearing had faded as she allowed the words to process. 

When it finally hit her, she rushed into Carmen’s arms. Her tears soaked into the cotton of his shirt but he didn’t let that deter him from telling her just how proud he was of her. When they pulled away, he held her face in his hands as she took deep breaths to calm herself down. He looked into her eyes, silently asking if she was okay. She nodded, looking back into his blue ones. 

Y/N carefully tore into the letter, her eyes scanning over the paper. The Institute of Culinary Education, 225 Liberty Street, 3rd Floor, New York, NY 10281. New York? No, this can’t be. He’d tell her if he was going to New York, right?

She cleared her throat and began reading, “Dear Mr. Berzatto, we are very pleased to offer you admission into The Institute of Culinary Arts.” Her throat ran dry as she read. What the fuck?

“Why didn’t you tell me you applied for New York?”

“You’re the one who told me not to tell you,” he huffed, suddenly feeling defensive at his lack of mentioning. 

“It’s fucking New York, Carmen! I meant don’t fucking tell me if it was in the goddamn state. I thought that was obvious. Why there, anyway?”

He felt strings tugging at his heart as her voice cracked. Why did he choose New York? A 944-mile drive away from his home? His family? From the girl he loved? When making his decision, She was the last thing on his mind at the time. Mikey not allowing him to work at the family restaurant fucked with Carmen’s nerves. 

Lack of communication led to him believing that his brother thought he wasn’t good enough. So, Carmen figured “Maybe if I go to this prestigious school and become the world’s greatest chef, he’ll think I’m good enough then.” 15-year-old Carmen had made up his mind, everything else be damned. But, nothing would prepare him for the moment it came time to tell his best friend that he was leaving her. 

“It’s the best culinary school in the state,” her eyes began to water. She felt fucking elated that Carmen was getting into the school of his dreams, but it being 14 hours away was breaking her heart. She didn’t want to make him feel bad or ruin this moment, but the way she could feel herself start to sweat was overwhelming. 

She decided to drop it. She didn’t want Carmen to feel bad about his decision. Willing her tears to dry, she quickly smiled. “I’m so proud of you,” She was genuinely so proud of Carmen. She wanted nothing more than for him to succeed. If his succeeding meant she had to cheer him on from Chicago, she’d do it proudly. 

Carmen could feel the sadness radiating off of her. He knew what she was doing. The switch from being on the verge of tears to smiling brightly was a reaction he’d seen far more than he liked. Being the reason wasn’t something he liked too much, either. But, when she said that she was proud of him, he believed her. He always believed her. 

The last few days of school had been so tiring with graduation and Carmen leaving for NYC soon. She and Carmen spent as much time with each other as they could. Fatima worked a lot and Donna always had something that needed her attention. Everyone was busy. Summertime was approaching which meant Mikey had to prepare. He’s still not letting Carmen help, though. 

She sighed as she felt her back hit the mattress beneath her. She hadn’t had time to relax and take a deep breath until now. She was home alone, with no plans and a severe and excruciating lack of Carmen. She saw less of him after the pair read their acceptance letters together. She didn’t know whether it was because of the news he shared or he was just extremely busy. 

Regardless of whether they were fighting or not, Carmen never avoided her. There was no reason for him to be mad at her and she wasn’t particularly mad at him, but there was a dark cloud that hung over them. An unwavering force that bullied its way between them, you could practically see it. 

She wanted to be happy for him, but the negative feelings always crawled their way back up. Was she overreacting? This wasn’t the end of them. They could always call, visit each other, or text. It wasn’t like he was moving to another country. 

He was leaving her today. She began to panic at the thought but forced herself through it. She gathered all of the items she wanted to give to him before he left. His favorite shirt that he’s always searching for (she stole it), the matching bracelet that he’d leave on her dresser so he wouldn’t lose it, and a painting that she made for them. The painting was of them together. She spent the entire school year working on it, she made it for him after he practically begged her to do a painting for him. 

After she was done, she made her way next door. The constant ruckus could be heard outside of the door. Donna is yelling for Mikey to help his brother, Sugar and Richie are fighting over god knows what. She pushed herself through the door. It was warm inside, and it smelled like apple pie and cinnamon. It always smelled like something delicious at the Berzatto house. 

Donna noticed her first, rushing to her while calling for Mikey to come and grab the (not heavy) box from her. Donna pulled the younger girl into her warm embrace, bombarding her with questions as she always did. It never bothered her as she knew what Donna was like and loved her dearly. Donna always treated her as if she was her child, she’d look after her when Fatima was busy with work. She’d invite her on family trips, she was an unofficial family member like Richie. 

“How are you, sweetheart? You hungry? We made a little something for Bear before it’s time for him to go,” Donna held her face in her hands as she spoke. Her heart warmed at Donna’s actions. Despite her doing things like this since the moment they met, it always made her smile. She politely declined, though. She wanted to be alone with Carmen for a while. 

“I’m not hungry at the moment, Mama D, but I promise I’ll eat before I go,” Donna nodded and gave her cheeks a small pat. They spoke a little bit more before Donna left her to continue doing what she was doing. She had a habit of minimizing her emotions when something big happened. She kept a straight as she walked up the stairs to Carmen’s room, but her mind was racing. She didn’t want to think about the bad things that could happen while she and Carmen were apart. 

She pushed the door open, standing in the doorway as she watched the two brothers talk. “Dude, you’re doing it the wrong way-“

“I think I know how to properly tape up a box, Carmen.”

“You’re literally doing it wrong.”

She couldn't hold in her laughter as they bickered back and forth. Their heads snapped toward her, startled by her presence. “Jesus, fuck, bunny. You scared the shit out of me!” Mikey set down the box he was holding to rush over and hug her. She hugged him back, squeezing him a bit as she did so. “Sorry, Mikey. I wanted to see who’d get hit first,” Mikey chuckled. 

She and Mikey had a special kind of bond. She had a unique bond with each Berzatto child. But, the two of them were like siblings. Mikey was like the big brother she never had, always to her rescue if needed. When Carmen couldn’t be bothered, she had Mikey and Sugar. 

Before he could respond, Carmen cleared his throat. Mikey looked between the two, gears turning in his head. You see, Michael knew of his feelings for the girl. He was constantly trying to get Carmen to step up and admit his feelings for the girl but Carmy was always too nervous to do so, afraid he’d lose her. He couldn’t risk that. 

Mikey nodded, raising his arms in defense and he backed off, “I’ll leave you two to talk.” She sat on Carmen’s bed, looking around his room. It looked nearly empty, aside from the furniture. “Did you get a chance to look at the things I brought?” Carmen looked over everything except for the painting. He’d seen her art before, he knew how talented she was. But he feared that if he looked at it now, his heart would break all over again. 

“Yeah, everything except for the painting.” She felt her body twitch as their eyes locked. His expression was unreadable as she wondered why he hadn’t taken a glance. “Promise you’ll take a peek when you get to your dorm?” She thought she sounded fucking pathetic. ‘Please look at this painting that means so fucking much to me, it’s the least you could do.’ She wanted to throw up. 

In reality, Carmen didn’t want to look. Not because he feared he’d hate it, but because then he’d be forced back to reality. The reality that he’s in love with his best friend whom he’s about to leave for four fucking years. The reality is that he’s loved her since middle school and now it’s too late because he’s a coward. “Promise.”

She and Carmen had spent their last few hours together in his bed. The sun had fallen, and everything was packed up and ready to go. Carmen said his goodbyes to everyone, except her. She lingered somewhere nearby, watching as he hugged and kissed his family. They were both trying to prolong their last few moments together. “I’m gonna miss you,” she could hardly speak. God, did she not want to cry right now. 

“I’m gonna miss you too.” Carmen’s facade was starting to crack. He allowed it to, he only allowed himself to feel in front of her. “And don’t forget about me, either.” Her tears were streaming down her face, heavy drops landing on her shirt. Carmen couldn’t handle it anymore as he pulled her into a tight hug. Their tears soaked into the other’s shirt as they cried together. They stayed like that for what felt like hours until Mikey called for Carmen. She watched as her best friend drove away. She’d never believe you if you told her that she wouldn’t hear from him for 2 years.

#carmen berzatto imagine #carmen berzatto smut #carmen berzatto angst #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto #the bear #the bear fx

[motionlessonigiri]

Hi Sabezra community.

Am I an English speaker? No. That's why I apologize in advance for the crimes against the English language that I'm going to commit next. But I still hope you can understand me. I'm not even sure anyone will see this.

It's been a while since I came here to find people who love the same things as me. Like a refuge from the outside world. I planned to post something only when I had something interesting to share with you all, like a video edit or fanart. Things so we could have fun together.  The current circumstances didn't allow me to do anything for now, so I was just following things as a spectator.

Seeing all this ship war going on, made me feel like I wanted to get away from all social media, so I wouldn't see these things anymore.  I also felt scared to express my love for this ship too. I'm scared to post this now.

Even my mother noticed that something was bothering me.  She asked me several times what I had.  I didn't want to tell her, because she's also a Star Wars fan and I don't want her to know everything that's going on. I want her to continue watching our favorite shows without thinking about negative things.

I want to get the hell away from it all, but for once, I would like to post this to all the Sabezra shippers who are receiving free hate. I think you guys need some love after suffering so much hate and I need to get out how I'm feeling. Because that's all I can do for now.

This whole time, I saw your fanart, I saw your video edits and I read many of the beautiful fanfics you wrote (I confess that I haven't read them all yet, it's due to lack of time, but I loved everything I read).

I see everyone putting so much love into what they do. And I can't ask you to continue, because I myself don't know if I'll ever be able to post anything in the future. But to be honest, I don't want you to stop.  Am I being cowardly and selfish? Perhaps, but it's the truth.

But I'm here to remind you that not all Sabezra shippers are so active on social media, but we exist.

I've been a Star Wars fan for a few years and only watched Rebels during the pandemic. I started shipping Sabezra since then.

I was so happy that the Ahsoka series exists. And now I couldn't even watch Ahsoka or Rebels (I tend to rewatch the things I like many times). Because every time I try to watch it I'm reminded of this whole ship war that's going on.

So I decided to talk to a friend. He is also a Star Wars fan (and a fan of Rebels, which I recommended to him), but he doesn't follow things that happen on social media. We always talk about Star Wars, but we never talked about ships.  But today I asked him what he thought of Ezra and Sabine.

He is my childhood friend and we practically grew up together, so I thought: "If he sees Sabine and Ezra as just friends/siblings, just like he and I are, maybe I'm seeing too much in the interactions between Sabine and Ezra and and I should just stop shipping them." 

But to my surprise he also ships Sabezra. He said that you can see in the exchange of looks between them that there is something (In fact, my friend and I never look at each other the same way Sabine and Ezra look at each other). And he thinks Sabine is in love with Ezra.

The same case happens with my mother, who also loves Rebels and watches everything from SW since when she was young, but without following all the discussions that happen on the internet.  When we watched Ahsoka, she said she thought Sabine liked Ezra since Rebels.  She said this without me saying anything about shipping them.  And when I asked her if she thought it was wrong to ship them, she said no and said she thinks they will be together someday.  (I know, this may never happen, but hearing this from my mom warmed my little heart)

Even a friend of mine who isn't a fan, just watches casually, asked me if Sabine had a crush on Ezra.

Talking to these people from outside made me feel better, because this may not have been the intention of Dave and the others, but you can see that, based on common sense, no one can blame us for shipping them, it seems natural to many people. And not all Sabezra Shippers can be seen expressing this around.

I have nothing against anyone who ships wolfwren.  But I won't lie and say I wasn't sad that the cast supported it so openly, while we are accepting crumbs. I confess that at first I felt betrayed. I haven't shipped Sabezra for as long as many of you, but I feel like I have. But thinking clearly, I understand them. Besides thinking that they can to ship whatever they want, just like us, I see it as a way for them to show support for the LGBT community. It is to be expected that they will do this. And it's okay.

Needless to say, I'm just posting this to express what I was feeling, I have no intention of hurting anyone.  I am completely against any type of hate.

I don't regret watching Ahsoka, nor do I regret that the series existed.  But I'm sorry to have seen so much fighting and hatred for something that was made to make us all happy. I wish I had followed everything in ignorance, as well as my friend and my mother. I think I'll start seeing things that way from now on.

I had a lot more to say, but I still don't know how to express them in words and this was turning into a mile long post.  My first post and this was huge.  I'm sorry for this. I needed to get these things out because I want to sleep and focus on the more important things I have to do.

And I want to be able to enjoy watching Ahsoka and Rebels again without feeling sick out remembering all the discussion surrounding it.

For now, I want you to know that I've been loving all the Sabezra content you've been posting. What I want to say is that I'm here and that I will continue to ship Sabezra until the end. Even if you don't see me interacting here.

Maybe later I'll regret posting this. 

Maybe I'll delete it right away. 

Maybe I'll never come around here again. 

I don't know.

Too late. But everything is fine. 

At least now you know I'm here.

I love you all.

#sabezra #ezrabine

[kyberrebel]

Things that went through my mind during Ahsoka Episode 5

NO NOW HUYANG AND HERA (and Jacen) THINK SABINES DEAD NOW

OKAY THIS IS IT

“You look old” Damn Anakin that was rude

So… Has Anakin just been watching over Ahsoka (and maybe his children) while he’s been dead? 

I don’t know if I have just gotten used to it, but his face doesn’t look as weird as in the last episode

Just seeing Hayden back as Anakin without even really doing anything yet is bringing legit tears to my eyes

“I’m here to finish your training” SIR??

The fighting between them is so good. It reminds me of the training-fighting between Anakin and Obi-Wan flashback in the Kenobi series 

Oh good, they don’t actually think Sabine’s dead

LEIA NAME DROP HELL YEAH

“There is something about the water… Can you hear it? The lightsabers?” Jacen is totally force-sensitive and I love it

KANAN NAME DROP IT WAS ABOUT TIME

A FLASHBACK??? *as I hyperventilate*

LIVE-ACTION CLONE WARS LETS GO

Damn Anakin looks fine here

Little Snips is so cute 

This scene really highlights just how young Ahsoka was during the war, and how kind of messed up it is to have a kid fight in a war, which I feel was sometimes lost in TCW

The acting is top-tier, from both Hayden and Ahsoka’s child actress

THE FLASH OF VADER FJVNFRENJE

“He was intense” I wonder if Huyang knows Anakin was Darth Vader

THE SEIGE OF MANDALORE IN LIVE ACTION YESSSS

So will they address the Vader-shaped elephant in the room in this conversation?

I guess so. I also literally screamed when the red saber came out.

THIS IS HAPPENING EVERYONE STAY CALM

I have so many questions… Was that actually Anakin, or was Ahsoka imagining him? If it was really him, was he just testing her? Or does he actually struggle with the dark side, even in the afterlife?

I knew she would come back to life in one episode. How many times now has Ahsoka been resurrected at this point?

I’m just now realizing that Ahsoka doesn’t have ears.

YAY SPACE WHALES ARE COMING IN CLUTCH

“I respectfully disagree” I can’t remember this dude's name, but I love him

YES LETS GO FINALLY FIND EZRA (and Thrawn ig)

This episode was amazing from beginning to end. It definitely deserved the theater release. Everything was just Chief’s kiss. Now let me go cry some more about the Anakin scenes 

#ahsoka spoilers #star wars #ahsoka #ahsoka tano #ahsoka series #ahsoka show #anakin skywalker #hayden christensen

[isagrimorie]

You know what I've wanted but I never thought they'd address in Star Wars Ahsoka?

Ahsoka's tendency to be just as lethal as Anakin. Obi-Wan could never kill Anakin but I believe with all my heart despite loving Anakin and maybe even because she loves Anakin, Ahsoka would have killed Anakin if she were in Mustafar too.

It would have broken Ahsoka but she would have gone through with it -- I believe she'd have done it too in Malachor, she'd die trying at least.

(source: @padawan-tano from this gifset)

But also at 16 years old, she beheaded 4 Death Watch members SIMULTANEOUSLY.

Even if Obi-Wan can do this move, he wouldn't choose to do this move because he wasn't a Wartime Jedi. I don't remember if this is before or after the Citadel arc. Looking it up, yeah, the Citadel arc happened in season 3, the Citadel mission was one of the hardest missions she's been on in her young life.

There was a reason neither Obi-Wan and Anakin wanted her there, so Plo-Koon, what the hell!? (I love you Plo-Koon but you spoil Ahsoka).

As this meta points out the Citadel arc is when the war gets real for Ahsoka in a way she can't just push away.

It's subtle and it's not called out but Ahsoka basically does something that Anakin did where Anakin stabs a bad guy in the back and the first notes of the imperial march begin to sound.

And ironically it's to save Tarkin.

Ahsoka had to stab an enemy in the back to save Tarkin (of all people, I bet Ahsoka regrets saving Tarkin years later).

The way Ahsoka stares dazedly at the man she killed by stabbing him in the back... The Citadel arc was rough on Ahsoka.

And then Tarkin tells Anakin: "You've trained her well."

No wonder Ahsoka's afraid she was a little too much like Anakin.

It doesn't help that a ghost of a potential future tells her:

(source by @mlmanakin)

“There is a wildness to you, young one. Seeds of the dark side planted by your master. Do you feel it?”

and then later: "There are many contradictions in you... and in him."

And I am so, so excited that we might be delving into Ahsoka's contradictions. She can be the warmest person in the room but god, can she also make the coldest, most pragmatic decisions for war.

Easily one of the coldest was her decision to set Maul free and use him as a distraction during the Siege of Mandalore - Shattered.

(source by @manny-jacinto)

Ahsoka doesn't want to directly kill or maim the Clone Troopers herself, but it doesn't mean she won't use someone else to do it.

If Maul dies in this, it would be one more thing off her hands.

And I don't think people really get what function Ahsoka served in the fledgling rebellion-- she was basically in Luthen's role in Andor. She's not as quick to go to the most expedient solution, but it doesn't mean she won't.

In season 1 of Star Wars Rebels Ahsoka, as Fulcrum, told Hera to leave Kanaan in the hands of the inquisitor, knowing full well what would be done to Kanaan. She was in the Citadel arc where Jedi were imprisoned, tortured, and killed. Ahsoka knew. But she did the cold math in her head -- but if it weren't for Ezra's message that reminded Ahsoka who she was fighting for and why....)

Ahsoka basically did the cold math in her head at the start of 1x04, Fallen Jedi, when she told Sabine they might have to destroy the map and strand Ezra in another universe in order to keep Thrawn from entering their galaxy and restarting another war.

This is why Baylan's condemnations:

Really, really got to Ahsoka.

When Ahsoka told Sabine in 1x03, that anger unbalances her -- it's extra true of Ahsoka.

But I also don't want to discount what Ahsoka's mother taught her about death, how one must respect death but not fear it, and how that might have influenced Ahsoka's understanding of death as a warrior.

Still, I feel Ahsoka has the same fear as Buffy did -- that all this killing has made her cold with a bonus fear that she might be too like her old Master and fall into the dark side.

I'm so excited for 1x05 and see how this will all tie together now that she's seeing Anakin again. Snips and Skyguy have a lot to talk about and resolve.

#ahsoka tano #star wars #star wars: the clone wars #flashing gif #flashing images #ahsoka spoilers #star wars rebels #star wars ahsoka #ahsoka 1x04

[nikki-is-a-nerd]

Saviors from long ago

Synopsis:

Rey meets two travelers in Tatooine. Simply searching for their son or whatever item he may have left behind. Only to find out who they really were.

Genre: General Fluff and witty banter.

Warning: None

Note: as per usual this has an AFAB!reader, but no other appearance indicator. So feel free to imagine either yourself or an oc.

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How long has it been since you and Ezra left the resistance, well more like retired forcefully because someone (your children) basically petitioned for the both of you to exit the fight. Well physically being in the fight and just remain as Intel collectors? Twenty years? Maybe more. All you knew was that being fifty-three and having a twenty year old son who was already a commander in the resistance and suddenly disappeared doesn't really help you relax. Now here you and Ezra were. In a planet filled with sand that kind of reminds you of your own home, Lothal, if Lothal was run by criminals and people who would sell off information for a few credits. You honestly felt bad for all the children living here, they deserve so much better.

"Honey, are you alright? Do you need more water?" Ezra asked looking at you.

Saints, age really made Ezra look even better, the subtle whites in his curly black hair and the wrinkles around his eyes, somehow, the longer you look at him the more he looks like his father.

"I'm alright dear. Just thinking. If Kanan decided to hide here in Tatooine, wouldn't it be easy to spot remnants of his ship? I mean he and Poe decided to make their respective X-wings very, different." You said after a small pause.

"Caleb did say that Kanan's signal disappeared here, there's a chance that Kanan sold his ship to buy an inconspicuous one, or he scrapped it and sold it for credits." Ezra answered.

"You're right, Kanan is a survivor and a very charming guy, I bet he'd think of something." You said calmly.

"Exactly he's charming, witty, and a genius like his father." Ezra said smugly.

"Ehem-"

"But mainly like you, honey." Ezra added.

"We should probably keep a low profile here. Tatooine may not be under the empire's control but information is a commodity." You said quietly.

As you and Ezra continue to search for any evidence of your missing son to find out about his whereabouts, you both bump into a small group of scavengers. The one you bumped into seemed to recognize that a lot of what you have on your person could be worth a lot of credits and food.

When they started hassling you for them, Ezra decided to step up and shield you from them but both of you know that, any attempt of harming them would lead to more problems, thankfully something spooked them enough to leave you be. Your savior was a young woman, probably a few years older than your son, she looked like a scavenger but as she approached you, she raised both arms up as a sign that she means no harm.

"Hello, are you two alright? Did they steal anything from you?" The woman asked.

You and Ezra checked your belongings and noticed that they stole your small pouch of credits.

"Nothing from me, but they stole my wife's credits. It's fine though, it's not much." Ezra said kindly.

"Thank you for saving us from more trouble though." You spoke

"No problem, you two seemed like nice people and that particular group has no qualms of robbing anything that moves." She joked.

"I'm Rey, we should probably leave the open space, a sandstorm is coming." Rey added.

"Oh alright, I'm (Y/N) and this is my husband Ezra." You said warmly as you followed.

"What are you two doing in Tatooine if I may ask?" Rey asked politely as she led you inside her small home.

You and Ezra sat down and shared a look, both agreeing that she seemed nice enough to tell the truth to.

"We're here because this was the last location where the signal from our son's ship was last seen." Ezra spoke.

"We're here to try and find him or even just his ship and then call out to our friends to pick us up." He added.

Rey looked at the both of you until finally something clicked in her mind upon seeing the both of you.

"You're Ezra and (Y/N) Bridger, former resistance fighters and your husband's the infamous savior of Lothal." She said happily.

"Oh, we didn't expect people to still remember us. We haven't been in action in years." Ezra chuckled.

"Are you kidding me? I used to tell other kids my age here that one day someone like the both of you would free Tatooine. You gave me hope as a child." Rey said kindly.

"You have the heart of a rebel you know." You said softly.

Rey gave you a small appreciative smile. She felt so at ease in both of your presence. She then remembered something.

"There was a ship that crashed here a few weeks back, the pilot's been taken to the hutt's location." Rey said.

"Kanan..." You whispered softly.

"Excuse me, did you say hutt's?" Ezra asked.

"Yes? Is there a problem." Rey asked confusedly.

Ezra only grinned at you, a small inside joke from your time as part of the ghost. You shook your head, your husband truly was something else and if Kanan was with the hutt's, you just knew what Kanan would say.

"Karabast, we have to get Kanan back, your son thinks too much like you." You said as you rubbed your temple.

"What did I do this time?" Ezra asked.

"Ezra, darling, what did you say kanan should say his name was when kidnapped?" You asked.

"Oh that's easy Jabba the-Oh kriff." Ezra said realizing what Kanan might do.

Kanan does know that Jabba is dead but if he was taken forcefully and his ship was with them, your son who was blessed with your intellect but Ezra's personality, you just knew that he'd get under their skin. Why was it that your eldest was the one who acted so much like Ezra when he was a teenager and not your literal teenager of a son? Nonetheless you hoped that Kanan could hold his tongue better than Poe to ensure his safety.

"I'm going to guess you need to leave as soon as the sandstorm is over?" Rey asked.

"Yeah, our son might just get himself into a huge mess if he sees anyone try to dismantle his ship." Ezra said light-heartedly.

"Well, ever since Jabba died, the hutt's lost most of their power and influence here in Tatooine, so most of their manpower is by the entrance, the back entrance isn't as guarded though." Rey said.

"Would you like to come with us?" You asked.

"Of course, I can help you get there, I have a second sand speeder that I won from one of the competitions here. I can also help ensure that nobody gets in." She said kindly.

"You sure you don't want to be a rebel fighter?" Ezra teased.

"Oh no thank you, I don't think I'm good with that. I'll help you get your son and get back to your ship." She said apologetically.

You smiled at her as you and Ezra waited for the sandstorm to pass. You all talked, finessing your plan to ensure the least amount of casualties and keeping a low profile, as to not let any empire supporters alert the empire themselves. Afterwards while resting, you felt Rey's eyes on Ezra and yourself.

"You're staring sweetie, what's going on in your head?" You asked kindly.

"What was it like?" She asked.

"What was what like?' Ezra answered with a question.

Rey took a deep breath before asking her question.

"What was like for you to be so far away for most of your youth?" She asked Ezra.

Ezra smiled sadly at Rey's question. Mulling it over in his head before speaking.

"It was lonely. At first I felt a bit proud, I could protect my family, I probably made Kanan proud, I foiled Thrawn's plan, but when it all sunk in that I was away from everyone I knew, in a place I didn't even know." Ezra sighed as he took a deep breath.

"I started to take that time to mull things over, I felt sad too but I had hope. I hope that I will be found and that I can return home. Which I did and although my closest friend, Sabine and one of my mentors, Ahsoka had to be left behind to get me back to safety, I was grateful that they found me. I got to go home, to live a somewhat normal life and build a family with the woman I fell in love with." Ezra said softly with a small smile.

"I'm sorry if I made you remember things you didn't want to." Rey said apologetically.

"No, no, it's alright. I'm thankful for my experiences. It led me to where I am now and that in itself is enough." Ezra reassured the young girl.

Rey smiled softly at you and your husband before her eyes drifted to look outside and she smiled as she saw the sandstorm had finally passed. It was nearing night when you all decided to go to the Hutt's hideout. Just as Rey had said it wasn't the same as it was before. More of a shell of its former glory. As you neared the back entrance, you heard your son's voice.

"You know for a bunch of Hutt's your more of ass hats now you know." Kanan said snarkily.

"Shut up vermin!" One of the hutt's spoke.

"Oi, don't hurt him, we can offer em' up to the empire and they'll pay us a good sum of credits. Enough to bring back our glory." Another spoke.

"Hey, don't you know who i am? I'm Jabba the Hutt incarnate dickwipes!" Kanan mocked.

You looked at Ezra as you heard this. Of course your son would use this. Of course he just had to have your rage but his father's sense of humor and sarcasm. Ezra wasted no time unclipping his lightsaber from his belt and you pulling out your blasters. You instructed Rey to hide while you dealt with the problem. When you were sure that she wouldn't be spotted so easily, you and Ezra decided to barge in.

"Lay a hand on my son and You won't have a hand." Ezra said sassily.

You shot one of their men who tried to attack Ezra from behind.

"Try to attack my husband and I'll kriffing kill you." You said menacingly.

"Mom! Dad! Oh I'm so glad to see you." Kanan spoke.

You took one glance at him and your blood boiled. He was covered in bruises and cuts, some fresh, some old, and some just starting to heal. You immediately shot the creature that had his weapon pointed at your son. Ezra managed to disarm and knock out the rest. The remaining Hutt's left the vicinity to avoid death and that was considerably smart of them. Never mess with two angry parents. Ezra cut through the metal bindings that held Kanan down while you searched the area for any other slaves that they might have, but saw none.

"How'd you find me?" Kanan asked.

"Your brother was the one monitoring your ship's location, and he told us where he saw your ship's signal disappear." You spoke as you checked his injuries.

"That and I annoyed someone enough to let your brother tell us what happened." Ezra added.

"General Organa?" Kanan asked teasingly.

"Yup, your father managed to annoy general Organa enough. Again." You said.

You helped Kanan get up and supported his body weight as one of his legs was badly injured from the crash. Once leaving through the back door, Rey immediately arrived, her speeder and the one she lent Ezra already with her. Kanan rode In front of Ezra to ensure that he won't fall, while you rode with Rey. Kanan informed you that his ship has been stripped bare and already scrapped, but he managed to hide the information disc he stole. Kanan was upset since his ship was destroyed but glad to be able to return home. As you, Ezra, Rey and Kanan returned to Rey's home to rest before you return to D'Qar to get Kanan back and for you and Ezra to return to your home in Lothal.

"You're lucky to have parents like them." Rey said to Kanan, when she noticed you and Ezra were asleep.

"I know. My brother and I wanted them to retire from fighting since that's all they've known, but seeing them come save me, made me feel like I was a kid again." Kanan said softly.

"I wish I had parents like yours." Rey muttered.

"I'm sure whatever happened to them and why they gave you up, probably had some bigger meaning. Although I do acknowledge that my parents shouldn't have had the reason to come and save me, I am deeply appreciative that they did. I wasn't blessed to be force sensitive like my twin brother Ephraim, so I found other ways to be useful." Kanan spoke.

He looked at you and Ezra and smiled. Reminiscing his and his brother's childhood.

"Growing up, I looked up to both of them. They never told anybody else that when dad got back from Peridea, Mom ran away from him since she got so nervous. How dad still gets nightmares of his time in exile or how they had to lean on each other for support because they anchored each other to reality." Kanan smiled.

"To love someone enough to wait for a decade, not knowing if the other is alive, with another or worse, is dead. That kind of loyalty is something rare. I hope to find that one day." Kanan added.

Rey smiled softly at Kanan. She understood that. They were both startled though when they noticed that Ezra had been awake the entire time.

"You'll get there buddy. Mom and I are very proud of you. I mean, you didn't join the dark side, you didn't pull a second order 66 by murdering a bunch of padawans because your uncle decided to pull some kriffing dirt moves, so you're already better than a kid I know. Plus, your mom and I spent the better parts of our youth avoiding our feelings that if I didn't marry your mother I would have rather returned to Peridea myself." Ezra teased stroking your sleeping head gently.

"Now sleep you two. You did really well Rey, I'm proud of you too and I'm sure your parents wherever and whoever they may be, are as well. Good night kids." Ezra added, as he really did went to sleep.

As night turned to day and you were all packing your things, Rey saw you off as you boarded your ship, still you asked if she wanted to join, but she said no. Well she said maybe one day and you believed that this wasn't the last time you'll see her. Leaving her with some credits to feed herself for about a month as that's all you had with you. You all departed Tatooine and returned to where you all should be.

Rey never expected to meet you three or to understand things about you and Ezra but now she knew you two to be more than just saviours of the universe. You were first and foremost just good people who love their children very much.

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Note: holy smokes I did it! Also I might make a small drabble about Kanan and his twin Ephraim, and who knows I might make a lil doodle because I need copium while having no star wars content XD

Til next week! Bye bye

#fanfiction #ezra bridger #starwars fanfics #fanfic #fanfic writing #bring ezra home #star wars imagine #eman esfandi #fanfiction writer #ezra bridger x reader #star wars x reader #ahsoka disney+ #ahsoka sw #live action #star wars

[class-a-fanatic]

THIS👏IS👏NOT👏ANAKIN

Hear me out, why would Ahsoka even see him in the world between worlds? We know that Anakin can appear as a force ghost in the real world, so why would it be hear that he magically decided to see her for the first time in FIVE YEARS?

With his appearance, again, why would he feel the need to appear in his full clone wars era robes? We know he appears in the standard jedi robes to others, so why would he opt for his old ones now? And the LIGHTSABER?! That’s VADERS LIGHTSABER. Why would Anakin feel the need to dress how he did as a Jedi, but then hold his sith lightsaber?

The odd de-aging thing they did could play into this too. Why would he choose to look like a 20 year old when Ahsoka and everyone else knows that he’s died in his fourties? And before people go after how he looked young in the return of the jedi remake, that’s because he was IN HIS TWENTIES when they filmed that. They would do the same if they filmed hayden in his fourties’, as we saw in the kenobi series. So why do they now care that he looks a certain age for perhaps a certain era?

Jacen does the “I have a bad feeling” shtick, but this time it feels more sinister. And while this can absolutely apply to morgan and crew going to thrawn and ezra, I feel that it applies to everything going on in the episode. Sabine is being tempted by attachment for ezra and is risking the new republic. Ahsoka being tempted by the same thing, but she can’t change anything about hers, or can she? Perhaps if anakin wasn’t REALLY Anakin and just a decoy to lure her into a false sense of safety and use her to change something drastically in the past.

Also, VADERS THEME JUST PLAYING AT THE END?! After everything, you can’t tell me that it’s just a simple reminder of the past. Baylan directly told ahsoka that like her master, her legacy is one of death and destruction right before she fell off the cliff. The fact that those two are referenced in the same episode tells me that ahsoka will be faced with a challenge, one that could lead her on a path like anakins if she gives in to the temptation.

I truly think that there’s foul play involved. Some dark entity is trying to use anakin as a weak spot, trying to alter him to pull ahsoka into that false sense of security to make her more susceptible to dark influence. Or maybe not and felony has no vision and will try to once again put full blame on jedi for their genocide and show ahsoka as forgiving him for all of his crimes because “oooo the jedi failed US so they’re responsible for our actions🥰”

#I hope this makes sense #I was ranting about it to someone a realized I just needed to write it down somewhere #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #pro jedi #ahsoka #star wars

[foxymoxynoona]

the way i would killl for a cute little scene between amended jk and lily when she was 4/5 doing something sweet like him teaching her something, or helping her in any way🥺🥺 I always imagined jk with a lil soft spot for her mini princess and i hope he does have it because lily is just the cutesttt!

I hope you enjoy this! <3

Story: Amended Characters: Jungkook and Lily Length: 2406 CW: Some soft cursing, mentions of blood, that's it

“Elbow pads,” Jungkook said and Lily held her arms out for him to check the straps, even though he’d only fastened them a minute ago.

“Check!” she said.

“Wrist guards,” he said and held his hands out for her to slap with the guards in place.

“Check!” she said.

“Knee pads.”

“Check!” 

“Helmet.”

“Check!” Lily laughed and swatted at him as he drummed lightly on the hot pink shell protecting her blonde head from the sort of thing he would not want to have to explain to Isabella later. Isabella and Ezra were at a birthday party, one Lily was too young to participate in, which had led to many tears from the six year old who considered all of Ezra’s friends her friends too. 

There were few things Jungkook disliked more than Lily’s tears of disappointment, so he’d decided to make good on a promise he’d been given more than a year ago.

“Lesson one, how to carry the board,” he said, pulling the shortboard off the wall in the garage where he’d fitted hangings for his skateboards. Eomma had been about to throw them out when she and Appa were cleaning out their garage, and then Isabella had been skeptical why he’d want them seeing as he wasn’t seventeen anymore, but one smooth (ok, a little wobbly) ride home on the longboard had reminded him how much he enjoyed it. And he’d ridden since high school! Not in a few years, but now he’d do a few runs of the driveway on them, if Ezra and Lily had them out to play. They thought he looked cool. Isabella said he looked like a hospital visit but then she’d kiss his cheek affectionately so he thought she just didn’t want to admit that her little high school heart still thumped for him riding. He was sure of it. 

“I want to ride the big one,” Lily frowned and pointed.

“No let’s start with this one. That one will be harder for you to steer.”

She made a face but it quickly dissolved into a smile as he handed her the shortboard with its bright blue and yellow geometric design on the bottom. When she balanced it on her head, he showed her how to carry it under her arm instead.

“It’s scratchy,” she giggled. “I always scratch my butt on it.”

“That scratchy is really important, it’s going to help your shoes stay in place.”

“Like glue?!”

“Not quite but sort of.”

They walked together to the end of the long driveway, where many times before she would perch her butt or tummy on the skateboard and scoot down the slight incline. Jungkook had a terror of her rolling over her fingers so at least she knew to keep her hands up, but she’d definitely fallen off a few times even so. Usually when she veered into the grass and rolled off.

“Ok for starters, you’re going to just stand and I’ll help you go. I want you to get a feel for how moving your body changes where you go. Are you left footed or right footed.”

“I have both feet,” she assured him, looking up with wide-eyed innocence.

“Yes but which is your– nevermind. Start walking towards me?”

“Why?” she asked, taking several steps in his direction, left foot first.

“Ah! You’re goofy!”

“You’re goofy,” she glared and giggled and stuck her tongue out.

“No, we call it goofy-footed, I think your left foot is your dominant foot.”

“What does dah-mint mean?”

“Never mind. Here, you’re going to stand like this on the board,” Jungkook said, taking up a demonstrative stance beside her. He waited for her to mimic his foot position, then took a moment to adjust her weight and shoulders, told her to bend her knees, hands out for now. She bounced up and down to make a game of it, giggling. Little girl energy was very different from teenage boy energy, when he’d learned to board from YouTube videos and hid in the garage until he wouldn’t embarrass himself.

“Great. Now let’s give it a go on the board. Up you go,” he said. She stepped up only to immediately yelp as it slid out from under her. Fortunately he caught her but they had to chase the board down.

“Easy does it, try again.”

“It’s like getting on a nervous horse,” she giggled.

“Have… you ever ridden a horse?”

“No like in Barbie, duh.”

“Duh,” he repeated, eyes wide, shaking his head at her sass. “Ok, easy like you’re getting on a nervous horse.”

He let her try again and then the third time decided to more actively help her find her balance. She had her legs straight which would have sent her sailing onto her bum when the board when flying if Jungkook hadn’t been right there to catch her under the armpits. So he held her tight as she stepped onto the board the third time, and made her bend her knees, and then maneuvered her to help her find the right balance.

“Steady, steadyyyy,” he teased, slowly letting go of her.

Lily made a horse whinnying noise and promptly fell off. He didn’t manage to catch her this time. For a brief moment he watched her waver between whether she thought this was funny or not, but she decided it was ok and popped back up. 

They tried it again and this time Lily could hold steady enough that he gave her a little nudge to get her rolling.

“Knees bent! Knees bent!” he encouraged, hands hovering around her as she wobbled. He hadn’t pushed the skateboard hard though and when it abruptly lost steam against a crack in the sidewalk, Lily pitched forward and he barely managed to catch her.

“Again!” Lily cheered as she spun her around and toed the skateboard back into place. Of course she thought flying was fun! Jungkook smiled and ignored the burning starting in his muscles at being so consistently tensed so as to keep her from eating shit.

They tried the routine several more times, each time Jungkook pushing her a little further and faster as she did her best to maintain balance. Gradually he moved his hands away from her, trusting her to hold steady.

“Shit,” he choked as that came back to bite him in the ass: Lily took a forward tumble, shooting the board back into his shins, which hurt like shit and also kept him from catching her in time. Knee pads and wrist guards clattered against the driveway as Lily let out an anguished cry. He scooped her up, checking for any major injuries as big tears rolled down her face, blue eyes the size of dinner plates.

“Anything hurt? Anything broken?” he demanded, looking her over. She sniffled and shook her head. “You didn’t bite your tongue or break a tooth or anything?”

“It was scary!” she sobbed and threw her arms around his neck.

“Ok. I know. Ok we don’t have to keep going, you did really well today. You were doing it!”

But Lily sobbed, “I want to do it all the way.”

“All the way what?”

“I want to do tricks!” she cried. “I want to go up the house.”

“Up the house?”

“Up the house and I do a flip.”

“No no,” he laughed. “Today we just go down the driveway. You have to skate a while before you can do tricks and not up the side of the house! We’d need to go to a skate park.”

“When?”

“Not today, Lilybear. We can be done now. Let’s go inside and–”

“But I only went this far!” she sobbed and held up her fingers an inch apart. 

“You… want to keep going?” It seemed untrue considering she was still crying, but she nodded and held her hand high to be lifted. So he picked her up to her feet. “Ok, well, high five! Let’s try again then!”

She was very brave with her little sniffles, wiping her face off and then complaining about the velcro that scratched her cheek. Jungkook got the skateboard set up again, helped her on, and then did it all again. Now that she’d had one fall, she was tense at first, but after a few minutes began to relax again and she started riding further. And further. And further until she reached more of the incline of their long driveway and gained speed. Jungkook had to jog to keep up and she shrieked with laughter, knees bent, hands out to catch herself.

“Go!” he shouted as he realized she was stable and might be able to ride the whole length. “Go go! You got this! Go!” He cheered in the distance as she rolled onwards, gaining speed but not wavering.

Only to scream, “HOW DO I STOP?!”

“Shit–”

He set off at a sprint and just barely managed to catch her off the board around the waist before she slammed into the garage door like a bird at the window.

“I did it!!” Lily shrieked as Jungkook spun her around, his own cheers bubbling around hers, “You did it! You did it!” He was proud of her, yes, especially for getting back onto the skateboard after falling so many times, but also he was relieved as all fuck that she had suffered no major injuries. 

“Ah, watching you is really inspiring,” he told her through a double high-five. “You want to go again?”

“Nope! I’m all done,” she beamed at him.

“For today? Or forever?”

“I don’t know.”

“Ok,” he laughed, and scratched the back of his neck. “Well… I’m going to do one lap up and back, watching you board was so inspiring.”

“I know,” she grinned, though he suspected she didn’t know what that meant. But helping her for so long left him desperate for a cool, smooth ride. And maybe to show off a little too, convince her that it was cool and she should practice it more. He thought having a skateboarder daughter would be pretty cool.

He got a running start and tossed the board down, stepping onto it with ease, a muscle memory still in his balance and legs. The breeze through his hair was nice as he stretched his arms and rode up the long driveway, occasionally pushing off to get more speed through the slight incline. At the top he tried to do a little jump to spin around but he was rusty and just stepped heavily off the board but Lily couldn’t see him fuck it up from the far end of the driveway so that was ok.

He set off again, a little faster this time, gliding smoothly side to side, arms raised in a victorious pose as she cheered for him from the front door where she’d already stripped her guards off. 

Unfortunately, she opened the door. And Gidget, who had been kept inside so as not to “helpfully” knock Lily over during her lesson came sprinting directly towards Jungkook. He zipped to the side to avoid running over her, but he had miscalculated how close to the edge of the driveway he was. 

The right wheels sank into the narrow space between concrete and grass and Jungkook pitched forward, frantically lowering his arms to catch himself. He landed hard on his left side, barely biting back a curse as Gidget leapt over him as if trying to smother him and finish the job.

He rolled onto his back and hissed at the burning sensation on his leg and arm, scowling and ordering, “Get off, Gidget. Down girl, stop!”

“Daddy!” Lily’s scream hadn’t registered with Jungkook as he ate shit but now her voice cut through as she sprinted over to him. He held Gidget’s collar with one hand and gingerly inspected his arm and knee with the other.

“Oh no you scraped your knee!” Lily gasped. His elbow too, both scratched raw like he hadn’t done in probably a decade, not since he played soccer. Honestly, maybe not this bad since he was a kid. He felt exactly like a six-year-old as Lily, now the adult, crouched over him and grimaced in sympathy.

“Dad.”

“Yeah, Lil?”

“You’re supposed to wear a helmet! What if you hit your head? You got hurt so bad! Where are your knee pads?!”

Jungkook made a face and sighed, “I don’t even own kneepads… I thought I’d be ok…”

“Safety first! Are you even wearing sunscreen?!”

Jungkook’s scowl grew all the way into a pout as he looked to the side and let Gidget go and sighed, “... No.”

“I know just what to do. We need our first aid kit. I’m not allowed to touch it but it’s under the sink so you can get it and um… I’ll hold your hand while you put a bandaid on it because I don’t think I’m allowed to touch blood and I don’t want to look at it anymore,” she said, full transparency, her gaze repeatedly jerking away from the bloody scrapes. “Maybe we should call Mom. I don’t ever want to look at your owie again.”

“We don’t need to call Mom.”

“It’s a lot of blood.”

It hurt, but her concern made him chuckle as he assured her, “It’s not as bad as it looks. Come on, help me walk into the house.”

“Did you break your bones?! Maybe you’re too old to skateboard!”

“Lily! I’m not that old!”

“No more skateboarding unless you have all the pads.”

“But–”

“It’s the rule,” she reminded him, exactly what he had said to her that morning when she had first complained that the elbow and wrist pads were uncomfortable. Damnit. 

“Ok ok. I won’t argue with you right now. Let’s get me cleaned up… but I looked pretty cool before I crashed, right? You saw?”

“I saw you rolling.”

“It’s called boarding.”

“Did you do a trick? I was taking my pads off.”

“No, I didn’t do a trick, I just… boarded good…” 

Lily just blinked at him. Jungkook let out a noisy sigh and lay back in the grass, surrendering to Gidget’s licks around his neck and chin.

“You boarded good! Now you need a bandaid and I need a snack,” Lily assured him. Jungkook heaved himself to his feet, wincing at the sting of the scrapes, and the two skaters called it a day and went for juice and cookies and a whole lotta Frozen bandaids.

#dad jungkook #stepdad jungkook #amended #jungkook fic #jungkook fanfic #jeon jungkook fluff #jungkook fanart #jeon jungkook x oc #jeon jungkook fanfic #bts fluff #jungkook fluff #jungkook fiction #bts fanfiction

[lylethewaterguy]

Some of my favourite dc characters and songs that remind me of them because i felt like it:

Oliver Queen/Green Arrow: Island - Miley Cyrus

Sounds obvious I know, but it really fits him perfectly with his love/hate relationship to the island.

“And I won’t lie, it sure gets lonely here at night - But no one here needs nothing from me, and it’s kinda nice”

Roy Harper/Arsenal: Archer - Taylor Swift

This one also seems very obvious based on the title but I also think it just suits Roy and everything he’s been through both with addiction and with losing so many people close to him.

“I’ve been the archer - I’ve been the prey - Screaming, who could ever leave me, darling? - But who could stay?”

Dick Grayson/Nightwing: Vampire - Olivia Rodrigo

This song is 100% Dick (/Jason) thinking about Bruce and you cannot convince me otherwise.

“And every girl I ever talked to said that you were bad, bad news - You called them crazy, God I hate the way I called them crazy too - You’re so convincing - How do you lie without flinching”

Justice League International: Americana - Jonas Brothers

No thoughts, just vibes. I don’t know why but this song is how I feel when reading or thinking about the JLI.

“We’re gonna get home when we get home”

Beatriz Da Costa/Fire and Tora Olafsdotter/Ice: Green Green Grass - George Ezra

Both perfect colour wise but also captures their partners in crime energy super well I think.

“Green, green grass - Blue, blue sky - You better throw a party on the day that I die”

Scott Free/Mister Miracle: God Must Hate Me - Catie Turner

This is mainly based on the 2018 existential crisis Barbie Scott (aka my favourite Scott).

“Same hands that made the moon and the stars - Got carpal tunnel and forgot some parts - I don’t know what I believe - But it’s easier to think - He made a mistake with me”

Ted Kord/Blue Beetle: Groundhog Day - Em Beihold

I just feel like Ted is a very stuck in the past, doesn’t really have a place in the present, character and this song perfectly encapsulates that.

“I just wanna drive away - But I don’t have a car, so I guess I gotta stay - And it’s easy to say I’m okay - Up and down these emotional waves”

Michael Jon Carter/Booster Gold: Used To Be Young - Miley Cyrus

Modern/post 2007 dad Booster thinking back to his days with the JLI.

“You tell me time has done changed me - That’s fine, I had a good run - I know I used to be crazy - That’s cause I used to be young”

Michael Jon Carter/Booster Gold: DEAD FRIENDS - Demi Lovato

Feels somewhat self explanatory.

“I miss the hell we can’t raise, I miss the time we can’t waste - I miss the texts they can’t send, I miss my dead friends”

Michael Jon Carter/Booster Gold and Ted Kord/Blue Beetle: Loved You Before - Peach PRC

They gay.

“Two complementary colors - The winter, the spring and summer - Forever just lost lovers that keep getting rediscovered”

(I thought about including songs from musicals but then I figured there’s so many more so that’s be better for a separate post)

#green arrow #dc arsenal #nightwing #justice league international #dc fire #dc ice #mister miracle #blue beetle #booster gold #oliver queen #roy harper #dick grayson #beatriz da costa #tora olafsdotter #scott free #ted kord #michael jon carter #no idea why I always include his middle name… #but it feels appropriate for some reason #like NPH

[tarisilmarwen]

Rebels Rewatch: "Dume"

*pulling out more tissues* Anyone still need these? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller? I am way too young to be making that joke.

Live reaction version.

As if to rub things in, this episode starts moments after the previous one ended. The fireball is under control, finally, though still burning, and an officer comes up to Pryce to confirm the news:

Kanan is dead.

Pryce knows she's made a mess of things but latches onto this fact as a way to still look good in front of Imperial High Command, deciding to throw a sick kind of celebration for it. In a twisted way, the Jedi also represents "hope" to someone as despicable as Pryce.

Oh man, he doesn't know. He's so happy to see them.

Zeb's first hint that things didn't go as planned is Sabine hurling off her pilot helmet, swiping her eyes angrily as she passes him in complete silence.

And then the near-comatose Hera, dead on her feet, staring up blankly towards the horizon and Ezra shaking his head because he can't help her.

Chopper rushing immediately to Hera's side because he knows her, knows something is horribly wrong.

Zeb grabbing Ezra by the shoulders and he barely reacts to it.

"Kanan's gone." is all he can say, and his anguish when he has to repeat it when Zeb asks for clarification, the anger and sorrow, the way his voice shakes...

And Zeb's expression drops in horror and he wordlessly pulls Ezra into an embrace.

I WANTED THEM TO HUG BUT NOT LIKE THIS.

And Chopper silently holding Hera's hand. :((((

They bring back the white titlecard too, just to remind you we're still in mourning.

It gets a bit lost with everything that happened, but the attack on Lothal's factories? That was two days ago. The disastrous failure and loss of 24! fighters is going to be very fresh on the Alliance's minds, and add Kanan's death to the mix and they absolutely will not risk any more hardware and personnel on Lothal. The Spectres will have to fix things from within, on their own, by themselves.

Which they gradually discover that they have started to. The Alliance's primary goal on Lothal was preventing the Defenders from being manufactured, and Kanan accomplished that. Anything in addition to that is cake topping for the Alliance, Lothal goes back to being one of the thousands of worlds in the Imperial-occupied crowd they have to face down.

They don't know about the Temple. And that's why Lothal also needed Ezra.

Who, after an outfit and scene change, is about to be as functionally useless and paralyzed as Hera.

:(((((((

I was unclear on why the wolves were so angry the first time through. It's clearer now that they're trying to snap Ezra out of his funk, because time is running out and they can't afford for him to sit there and be depressed about things, they need him to move, they need him in action. They're not kind about it, but the reality is not kind, If Ezra does not get himself together, Palpatine will gain the WBW, Lothal will be doomed, everyone will die.

Bit a lot more headcanon-y but also I think the Loth-wolves may have preferred Kanan be the one to enter the WBW and save it? Owing to [gestures to unanswered mystery box about Kanan's past they hinted at]. Maybe? So maybe they were also just a little pissy that their first choice went and got himself killed even after they warned him.

Like I said, speculation and spitballing on my part on that one.

Anyway.

Ezra runs away from the Loth-wolves' attempts to confront him and I already praised it in my first watch but the camerawork is excellent here. Very nicely staged, good insets, good tracking shots, good dollying.

The Loth-wolves actually pause here, waiting, watching Ezra to see what what he'll do. Ezra had the full opportunity to reach out and connect, and talk to them, but he chooses not to, running away again.

So they wind up knocking him out when they knock him down.

Meanwhile at Imperial HQ, good lord that is a lot of smoke. It's literally blurring the edges of the Dome.

Pryce seems very pleased with herself for killing the Jedi. Too bad Thrawn literally doesn't care about that, because he's pissed she let Hera Syndulla escape and also the whole fuel depot thing. Thrawn says he's not in it for glory but I think he does take some personal satisfaction from defeating someone he considers a Worthy Opponent. Hera was his victory and Pryce undid it as soon as he was gone. That has to sting, lol.

And Rukh is grinning like, "Sucks to be you, bitch."

I don't know if we're meant to take Hera's, "Why did I wait so long to tell him?" as being about saying I love you or about being pregnant but I'm going to go with the latter because, again, the suggestion that that was the first time she'd actually told him is dumb and I won't entertain it.

Chopper is so very present for Hera through all this, even when Hera regrets even starting the Rebellion in the first place.

I think a few people have speculated that each of the Spectres represents a stage of grief. Ezra's stuck in a certain kind of Denial, and gets tempted with the Bargaining stage an episode later. Sabine and Zeb are both Anger. Hera is obviously Depression.

Eventually all of them reach Acceptance. Chopper may have already been there.

Zeb is actually the one who notices first that the factories are completely shut down, which is a nice touch.

I can't quite tell if Ezra wakes up in the same location he was knocked out in or if the wolves moved him. He bolts up in a different position so there's room to argue they moved him, possibly on Dume's orders.

Subtle animation appreciation moment: Ezra stumbling like he's falling asleep on his feet.

He looks so tired. And he's stuck. Emotionally and physically.

Maybe that's why he turns to the children's nursery rhyme like he did in Season One's "Path of the Jedi" to try and decide a way forward. But he keeps rejecting the options he lands on. So he does it again. And again.

Until a manifestation of Kanan appears, like it did before, to get him back on track.

Sabine holding back on her Mandalorian revenge instincts, implicitly because of Kanan's Jedi influence. T_T

Watch the sky in this part, you can see the hue shift to purple.

The Dume wolf sniffs him and he immediately stirs with a confused, "Kanan?" ow my heart.

Some Endgame-like trumpets and drums in this part.

Zeb has height and strength going for him here, but Ruhk is so much faster and quicker. Not to mention has the stealth cloaking. Sabine's helmet gives her a leg up on that momentarily until it's knocked off.

Back with Ezra in the wolf-vision and Kanan-as-Dume interacts with Ezra in a very pointed, Force-y way, dragging out the truth from Ezra about why he ran, why he's stuck, what's holding him back.

"You... ran." It sounds almost accusatory. Ezra gives a weak excuse about the wolves chasing him, but upon being pressed again starts letting things out:

I feel lost, I'm afraid, I don't believe in myself without him, I can't do this on my own.

Ezra's grief is tied up and tangled in his self-esteem issues, a bit self-pitying and "woe is me", because without Kanan he doesn't feel brave or strong, he's not special he's not like Kanan.

Who is he but a child, a "boy who was lost", without his wise brave master? He's nobody.

"I am afraid, all right?! I'm afraid. Everything seems so hopeless now."

Frick I need to hug him. :(

Zeb gets a little bit too into his anger when Sabine's exploding paint finally lets them see Rukh enough to smack him good.

Sabine being the voice of mercy when there aren't Jedi around to do it. :(((((

Back with Ezra and the wolves have given him the keystone and finally explain what the deal is: The Jedi Temple is in grave danger. Secrets and knowledge lie within, that the Empire cannot get hold of. Those words are not a coincidence. We're meant to think back to Malachor, to where it first all went wrong, as Ezra's sentiment goes.

Still not quite sure why the Dume wolf had to bite Ezra out of his vision but Imma chalk it up to another mysterious wolf thing.

Ezra immediately yelling out for Kanan tho. :(

Sabine and Zeb like troublesome siblings pulling a prank as they send Rukh off painted and humiliated lol.

Meanwhile Hera has added a new bead to the Kalikori, representative of Kanan and using a piece that looks like a Jedi holocron shard.

Sabine looks so genuinely happy here.

Ezra's functional enough for now, so he's back too, and we end on the cliffhanger of the Lothal Temple in danger, the secrets within about to be seized by the Empire.

The last half of Season Four is very tightly written, this episode a prime example. It's breathing space for us to grieve, and it still is seamlessly tied to the plot in the episodes prior and after.

The Dume wolf operates, as Ahsoka would suggest later, as an extension of Kanan's will, working Ezra through the blocks in his head one last time, like he did in "Gathering Forces". Ezra wouldn't fully recover until after "The World Between Worlds" but he's on the way to properly grieving, shelving his feelings for the moment in order to do what he has to, what only he can.

And boy am I looking forward to that. :)

#star wars #star wars rebels #space dad and his precious pumpkin child #ezra bridger #rebels rewatch #liveblog

[thegrimdog13]

Hey,Not sure if you take request if you do can you do toby headcanons?If not totally fine you can delete this!

Sorry this took a bit because I had to think of how Toby would be in my au. If you want me to do a part two of Headcannons for Toby just let me know! Btw I’ll do requests I really enjoy doing new things. All you have to do is ask for it! Hope this is good enough ❤️

•Toby’s full name is Toby James Ezra

•He has two siblings Lyra and Nelly 

•Nelly died at the young age of five while Toby was only 8 from cancer.

•Toby’s tics developed weeks after that

•His Dad thought he was faking it for attention because his sister got all the attention when she was in the hospital.

• Lyra told their mom that they should at least go for a check up to see if stuff is actually going on with Toby

• Toby’s mom secretly bought him to the doctor without Toby’s dad knowing

•Toby’s dad is very abusive physically and especially mentally

• Toby was diagnosed with Tics and ADHD from the doctor visit

• Toby was diagnosed with CIPA since a young age.

•Toby’s dad is an alcoholic and has anger issues

•When Toby joins Slenderman he is 16 years old.Just like Jeff in my au Tim and Brian are told to look after him.

•At this point Jeff is 18 and Tim and Brian are in their 30s

•Toby treats Tim and Brian like his fathers

•Toby Hates Jeff because of his anger issues and he reminds him of his dad.

•Toby has always liked fire because it reminds him of him and his siblings when they used to have campfires at a young age.

• Toby was the middle child and Lyra is the oldest.

• Toby had a lot of energy and at times can be very cheerful and chaotic but later in life he is more sad then happy.

•Clockwork and him are great friends because she reminds him of Lyra

#creepypasta #creepypasta rewrite #jeff the killer #new series #au #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta redesign #nina the killer #eyeless jack #jane the killer #ticci toby #ticci toby headcanons #my au #jeff the killer files

[aziraphales-library]

Hi! I really appreciate what you are doing here, thanks to you I have found many amazing fics <3

I ve checked the trans crowley tag and read some but I guess my taste is more specific. Can you find any fics involving transmasc /transman hurt!crowley with comfort coming from aziraphale? it could be about his dysphoria or other issues like family angst etc ..

Hello and you’re welcome! Here are some fics with trans masc Crowley and a variety of types and levels and hurt/comfort...

Win Condition by ineffablefool (G)

Human AU. Aziraphale and Crowley's junior high school sets up a really weird school-wide Valentine's Day game that they're both kind of side-eying for different reasons. Talking about it over lunch gives them both the chance to confess something, though!

The monster I think I am by Froggie_rolls_and_chai_tea (NR)

Crowley had arguments like these with himself before. Getting close to Aziraphale was something that if Hell learned of, as his fears were confirmed after not-mageddon, would not be happy to learn of. He had tried to reason himself away from the enemy for years, obviously it hadn't worked because here he sat in his room weeks after the world was supposed to end on the floor of his apartment arguing with himself after a long day

Potential Triggers: internalized deadnaming, internalized self hatred, nondescript self inflicted violence.

sometimes goodbye (is a second chance) by Anonymous (T)

Being out as trans at home isn't safe for Crowley, so he leaves without a plan of action... unless you can consider calling Aziraphale a plan of action. And hey, maybe you can.

arise, my soul, and sing by Mikaeru (T)

[a little thing about how bodies can be tricky.]

It was a symbol more than everything, the suit in front of him, and that was why it was so hard and heavy and wet. It was his rite of passage, the official step into adulthood as a man - he would no longer be a boy, once he had buttoned the shirt up to his chin. As Zachary had faith in words and stories, Anthony had faith in objects, their shape, their weight between his fingers, their story unfurling under his touch.

Anthony Crowley is afraid about how his body would be perceived by the world, but then remembers he's not alone, that he loves someone who perfectly understands it.

5 times Aziraphale had to remind Crowley he deserves basic human decency by jriracha (T)

+1 time he didn't need to!

Under Pressure by CloseToSomethingReal (E)

Ezra Fell didn't know what he was expecting when he heard a crash down in his bookshop, after hours, but it certainly wasn't a young runaway with a troubled past, looking to wait out the storm. He most definitely didn't expect what came next.

Mind the warnings and tags on that last one!

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #trans crowley #hurt/comfort #mod d

[spookibird]

PLEASE tell me more about penny lamb being more like legolands penny lamb that sounds so amazing and could only lead to chaos

Sure!

It would absolutely lead to chaos.

Penny in Legoland is an absolute MENACE, she argues with a lot of people in St. Cassian’s, and has been suspended at least once

And that’s not getting into the actual plot of Legoland where she travels miles, gets into a fight and gets arrested

She’s very nervous but she isn’t shy, she can and will talk for ages about stuff she's passionate about to try to conceal her nerves

This version of Penny probably joined the choir to help make friends and also because she enjoys music, maybe to help her reputation as well considering everything that happened just 2 YEARS prior

She would probably get along best with Noel actually, he would remind her of Ezra, with his flair for the dramatic, and his love for the gloomier side of life, plus I feel like they would both bond over poetry

Penny and Ricky would def be friends, she loves all his cats bc animals and also would like to listen to his stories about Zolar, furthermore, I feel like he’s one of the few who would happily listen to her ramble about animals and conservation, every time they hang out he learns a new fact about an animal

Mischa and Penny I think would be close, I feel like they would bond over having to adjust to a new society, with Mischa coming from Ukraine, and Penny coming from Elysium, they would be in similar situations

Penny would like Constance’s calm energy compared to the rest of the choir but I also think they would have similar tastes in music, tv shows and films! Constance shows her a lot of tv shows, I think they would binge watch together.

Ocean and Penny’s relationship would be tense, I feel like they would butt heads in the classroom a lot, Penny often trying to correct Ocean or vice versa, but they share a similar view on swearing and both take the choir very seriously, so they tolerate each other (I love the duo potential in RTC but Legoland Penny would absolutely hate Ocean I’m sorry)

Overall the choir would be 10x more chaotic than they already are and Penny would create problems both by accident and on purpose, most of the antics in Legoland were her ideas so that would carry over to this

She would absolutely get them in trouble on field trips by finding ways to sneak into places they shouldn’t be, Mischa absolutely encourages her, Ocean tries to stop her, she is just determined to see why they can’t go there, nothing can stop her

But once the choir finds out about the events of Legoland is when the chaos would truly start

They probably found out via someone mentioning it in the hallways or via google

Penny is extremely embarrassed

“I was 15! Young and stupid!”

“You were 15???”

She does tell them what happened in full because she trusts her friends

Mischa, Ricky, and Constance find the story hilarious, Ocean is shocked that PENNY of all people would have a criminal record before anyone else

Noel sympathises with her but also thinks it's kinda funny, he's mostly impressed they managed to pull it off

Overall they don't think any less of Penny, mostly, it's in the past and she hasn't done anything nearly as dumb as that recently and seems remorseful over it

Meeting Ezra would be a DISASTER however

Penny tries to explain to Ezra that these are her friends so he doesn’t need to worry about them

He’s protective of her tho so he’s still suspicious

He hates Ocean so much, like she walks into the room and he immediately knows he’s not going to like her, he finds her condescending, it takes months for him to be able to tolerate her (I love Ocean but the Lamb siblings would hate her)

He absolutely terrifies Constance, he doesn’t do much to scare her but he reminds her of Jane and he also spends a lot of the time just staring at her

Penny tries to explain that that’s just something he does but it doesn’t help

He is suspicious of Mischa’s bad boy persona, but trusts Penny’s judgement, he just watches him from a distance

The only two members of the choir Ezra likes are Noel and Ricky, he likes Ricky’s creativity, and Noel’s shared love of darker aspects of life

He does try to sell them drugs, they refuse, Penny has everyone leave after that

Penny still thinks it went well despite everything, most of the choir are terrified of this intense 14 year old

I just think the Legoland version of the characters would make everything 10x more chaotic and make the choir look sensible for once.

#ride the cyclone #rtc headcanons #this is my first time trying something like this so if its a bit ooc im sorry #hopefully this is okay tho!

[probablynot-john]

Okay then for the ask game, let me think... We both know I was gonna give ya Kallus. Go!

Yeah I did know you were gonna ask me about him, that fine I'm happy to anyways!

First impression: well I was about 12 when I frist watched rebels and I kinda thought he was a big fat jerk. I thought his muttonchops were stupid.

Impression now: he's just a sad sleepy baby and I love him. He's a real bad ass and a /snarky son of a bitch/tm. All he ever really wanted to do was help people and it blew up spectacularly in his face and he didn't even realize. Also he's an excellent actor but has atrocious people skills. And his muttonchops are glorious.

Favorite moment: in "the Honorable ones" (*cough cough broke back mountain*) you can actually pin point the second he realizes he's in love with Zeb. It's just after the spectors leave and he leans against the wall to keep out of sight. You can actually see the gay panic on his face.

Story idea: Zeb meets the Lasat mercenary but he's so excited that there's another Lasat that he doesn't realize who he is. Kallus doesn't want to take away the opertunity to connect with another member of his species from Zeb so he just sits quietly in the back of the ghost definitely not having a panic attack until Ezra and Sabine find him. He doesn't want to worry them so they build a blanket fort together and get Kannan to go check on Zeb because even if he is with a lasat they're not going to just leave him alone with a dangerous murderer. Eventually Kallus is more scared for Zeb than he is for himself and he runs out to find him but he confronts the merc instead who eventually does recognize him. I'll eventually write the whole thing but that's it for now.

Unpopular opinion: Okay you're gonna hate me. He dies semi young, around early to mid 70s. Cause of death is heart failure due to decades of constant chronic stress.

Favorite relationship: Kalluzeb for life baby! Also love him being family with the spectors, him and Kannan bonding over growing up on Coruscant around the same time. I bet they both have *dad energy* when they hang out. They would both wear Hawaiian shirts and socks with sandels and rock out to Queen music. Of course Sabine would be super protective of Zeb and really not like Kallus hanging around him at first, but she warms up to him after she sees how much Zeb likes him. Then she starts to like him more than Zeb (but she only says that to tease him) Kallus calls her "his favorite" right infront of Zeb. He doesn't really get along with Rex at first. Every civilian on Coruscant during the war has a "complicated" opinion on the clones. Actually I'll just make a separate post for all of them.

Favorite headcannon: OH man how could I narrow it down to just one!? I can't, here's 3:

1. He has scars from the lasat merc that he's extremely self conscious about. He was terrified to show them to Zeb because he thought he would be seen as "damaged goods" or Zeb would think he got them on lasan and be reminded of what a terrible person he is.

2. When he was a teenager he was very good in school, always ambitious but also had a manageable but harmful substance abuse problem. He used to blackout drinking and get into bar fights almost every night, and got high every other night.

Someone: you know your future self is gonna hate you.

Young Kallus: jokes on that asshole, I'm gonna ruin his life.

3. He is a massive dork. He would love murder mystery novels, sings to himself as he cooks and talks to his pet tooka. One time he got a concussion because he sneezed and smacked his face against a wall.

#star wars #alexsandr kallus #sw rebels #hot kallus #garazeb orrelios #kalluzeb #star wars rebels #incorrect star wars rebels quotes #ezra bridger #sabine wren #star wars rebels headcanons #ask game #writing

[all-the-things-2020]

All Our Future Prospects - Chapter Ten

Summary: Ezra, Cee and Claire attend a festival. A co-worker flirts with Ezra and he and Claire have a heart to heart talk.

Rating: PG-13

Ezra rose from his stool as the conveyor belt whirred to a stop. He rolled his head from side to side to get the worst of the kinks out of his neck; Claire would take care of the remaining stiffness when they got into bed. Saturday nights were the highlight of his week.

“Going to the festival tonight?”

He turned to see Kammi, the new hire whose station was closest to his. She’d been chatting him up all week and he found her attempts amusing. She couldn’t be more than nineteen or twenty, but was blatantly uninterested in the other youngsters on their floor.

“Indeed I am,” he replied. “I take it you are as well?”

Kammi nodded. “I never miss it! Been going since I was too little to walk.”

So about five years, Ezra thought. He suppressed a smile and nodded to her. “Then perhaps I will see you there.”

“Yeah! My friend’s family has a food stand you just have to try. Roasted corn with all the trimmings. Butter, cheese, spices … it’s an old Earth delicacy.” She smiled and actually batted her eyelashes at him.

“We will keep an eye out for it,” he said.

“We?” The dismay on her face was touching but comical. Oh, these young folks today, displaying every emotion for all the world to see.

“My niece has been talking of nothing else for over a week,” he said. He was grateful to the festival for knocking the bookbinder’s shop out of Cee’s thoughts, at least temporarily. Ever since her excursion with Claire, the girl had been obsessed with books and apprenticeships and handcrafting. Of course, there were worse things for a fifteen year old girl to obsess about, but he was getting tired of hearing about the wonders of Ms. Goode and her workroom.

“Oh, you’re taking her,” Kammi said brightly. “That’s so sweet of you. Kids love the festival. How old is she?”

“Fifteen,” he said, watching her mentally calculate the difference between her age and Cee’s. From the consternation on her face, Kimmi was not pleased with the smallness of the gap.

“Then she’ll probably spend half the time with her friends,” she said. “If you get bored by yourself, come find me.” She wiggled her fingers at him and walked off.

Ezra bit his lip to stifle a laugh. If they did run into her, he couldn’t wait to see the look on her face when she met Claire.

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Cee insisted on getting back to the school gates long before Ezra was expected. “I don’t want him to have to wait,” she said.

“He always gets to the school at the same time,” Claire pointed out. “He walks home from work, changes his shirt and walks over here. Every single day.”

“But this is the festival,” Cee said. “He missed it last year and it’s so much fun. I can’t wait to see his face when he sees all the lights and hears the music. It’s definitely his vibe.”

“I didn’t know Ezra had a ‘vibe’,” Claire said. “Do I have a vibe?”

Cee leaned against the iron fence. “Not as much as he does,” she said after a moment. “You’re a lot more low key. Ez is a whole mood by himself.”

“What about you? What’s your vibe?”

“Kind of halfway between the two of you, I guess,” Cee said with a shrug. “Dex says I’m chill but Hester says I’m intense, so I must be a mix of both.”

“And Hester is …?”

“Dex’s girlfriend,” Cee said. “I told you this like three days ago.”

Claire suppressed smile. Keeping track of the relationships amongst Cee’s schoolmates required a scorecard. “That’s right, I forgot,” she said. “Are they going to the festival?”

“Oh, yeah,” Cee said. “He was sweet and asked if I wanted to go with them, but I reminded him I have you and Ez this year. I think Hester was happy to hear that.” She sighed. “I like her, and Dex is crazy about her, but I think she gets a little jealous that Dex and I are friends.”

“And you’re okay with it? With Dex having a girlfriend?”

Cee snorted. “Of course. He and I have no chemistry together, other than friendship. Believe me.”

“In other words, you kissed and it was weird,” Claire guessed.

“Yeah, it was one time, when everyone was teasing us about being a couple and we were like, well, maybe they’re right. But no. They were wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong!” Cee laughed. “It was like kissing my brother … if I had a brother.”

“I know what you mean,” Claire said. “Until I met Ezra …” She trailed off, not sure what she was trying to say. She’d always thought that sex and intimacy were overrated, wondered why people made such a big deal out of it. Then she’d met Ezra and it had all clicked.

“Didn’t you have any boyfriends in school?”

Claire shook her head. “No, my parents were very strict. School, tutoring, home. That was my life. I couldn’t even go over to friends’ houses or have them over for playdates or anything. I had to study all the time.”

“That sucks,” Cee said.

Claire shrugged. “They wanted me to get into university, and the only way to do that was to get top grades and high scores on all the aptitude tests. It wasn’t all that bad.” She bit her lip. “We moved a lot, so it wasn’t like I had the chance to make a lot of friends anyway.”

“Why’d you move so much?”

“My parents weren’t contracted workers, so they could lose their jobs pretty easily,” Claire said. “And rents kept going up, so we moved to cheaper places or to where there was work. I went to a lot of different schools in our colony.”

“You lived in a colony? Space or planetside?”

“Planetside,” Claire said. “A huge bio dome with about a million high rise buildings packed inside. It was like a maze. You’d move two buildings over and be in a different school because the population was so dense.”

“This must be like heaven then,” Cee said, indicating the shady street and birds flitting by.

Claire smiled. “I’ve lived and worked on stations, in colonies, on habitable planets like Galadon, on hostile planets where you have to suit up and hunker down in a capsule to stay alive. When you’re working, it’s pretty much the same no matter where you are. But I have to say, Galadon is my favorite place, so far.”

“Mine, too,” Cee said. “I spent a lot of time in ships and stuff like that, especially after my mom … I really like it here. It feels like home. I’d like to stay here a long time, if I can.” She shuffled her feet. “I don’t think Ezra will stay. I mean, he’ll stay until I’m old enough to be on my own, or at least, he’ll be around. He doesn’t like to stay in one place too long, I think.”

“Is that why he was out prospecting when he met me?”

“That, and we needed the money,” she said. “The aurelac we brought back from the Green was worth a lot but that’s starting to run out. School is expensive, but he wanted me to be somewhere stable, and get my secondary certificate.”

“It all comes down to money, doesn’t it?” Claire mused. “We can’t live without it, so we end up living for it.”

Cee looked up at the sky. “Sometimes, I dream about what I’d do if I had a zillion dollars,” she said. “Like some long-lost relative dies and leaves their fortune to me, and I never have to work or anything. I’d buy a house and read books all day and eat whatever I want.”

“No flashy vehicles? No private starliner? No wild parties?”

Cee shook her head. “That stuff’s all for the holos,” she said. “It’s dumb. None of that will make you happy. I just want to be comfortable and not have to worry about me or Ezra getting sick or hurt.”

“You’re a smart girl,” Claire said. “A lot of kids your age can’t see past the shiny stuff.”

“A lot of kids my age haven’t seen what I’ve seen,” Cee replied.

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Cee and Claire looked rather somber as Ezra approached them. He wondered what they’d been talking about. When he’d asked once, Claire has mysteriously said they talked about “girl stuff,” which he assumed meant boys and sex and possibly makeup. Women were still as much a conundrum to him as they had been when he was a gawky teenager.

“Are we attending a festival or a funeral?,” he asked when he reached them.

“A festival,” Cee said, rolling her eyes. “Geez, Ez, can’t we have a serious conversation once in a while?”

“Not with me around, apparently,” he replied.

Claire slid her arm around his waist. “That’s because you begin to wax eloquent and go off on a tangent,” she said. “Cee and I are a bit more direct.”

He kissed her temple. “I can be direct, if need be,” he said. “And right now, I say we head directly for that festival!”

Cee groaned. “Not the lame dad jokes again,” she muttered. He reached out and tousled her hair, something she loathed beyond reason. “Aaah, you’re messing up my hair! It took me half an hour to get it the way I like.”

He chuckled. Her hair was cut at shoulder length and she wore it simply, no curls, no braids, no fancy clips or ribbons. It was practical and suited her perfectly. He didn’t see how it could take more than a few minutes to style. He added “hair” to the list of girl stuff.

The festival was held at a large park a few blocks east of the school. It was a pleasant walk, with Claire on his right, her arm still around his waist, and Cee on his left. In the late afternoon light, the trees looked gilded and the smoke from the food stands made a gauzy haze over the park that could be seen long before the rest of the festival.

Lights were hung from every tree, and strung from poles that dotted the open area, weaving a canopy of colors that roofed the festival grounds. Games of chance were set up along one side, with rides for the little ones set up on the other. Food vendors were scattered all around, the enticing smells of fried and smoked and grilled items filling the air. A stage was set up at the far end of the open area and a band was playing retro K-Pop metal fusion, a genre that Ezra had never fully appreciated. It was popular with Cee’s generation, though, and a crowd of teens was dancing wildly in front of the stage.

“What do you think?” Cee asked, squeezing his arm.

“I think it’s … festive,” he replied, which earned him a smack on the arm and another eye roll.

“Come on,” she said, tugging him forward. “You have to see the puppets. And we have to eat some fry bread. It’s amazing.”

She led them into the cacophony of the Founders’ Festival.

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“No, no, no, absolutely not!”

“Come on, Claire, cut loose,” said Cee. “Have some fun.”

“I’m having fun watching everyone else,” she insisted.

“Let her be,” Ezra said. “She’ll come around in time.” He winked at her and held his hand out to Cee, then bowed to her and led her into the clearing with the rest of the dancers.

Claire bit her lower lip. It did look like fun, but there was no way she was going to make a fool of herself trying to dance in front of a crowd of strangers. She’d had very little experience dancing, except for a disastrous attempt by one of her lab mates to teach her a complicated Latin style dance that had ended with two squashed toes (on his part) and one heavily bruised knee (on her part). Thus ended her one and only attempt to participate in the Region Seven Laboratory Talent Contest.

Cee and Ezra were bouncing wildly to a heavy techno dance beat that made Claire’s entire body throb. Ezra was making random arm gestures, his head tilted back toward the sky, eyes closed as he moved to the beat. Cee was a bit more graceful, nodding her head in time with the music and shimmying her shoulders as she jumped up and down. They looked ridiculous but were clearly having a great time.

“Dorks.” She turned to see Dex standing close by, shaking his head.

“Dorks having fun,” said a girl who must have been Hester. She was tugging on Dex’s hand but he stood his ground.

“Nah, I don’t like this junk,” he said. “Let’s wait until they start playing some dank hip hop pumps. Then I’ll show you my moves.” He performed a smooth pop and lock step that was honestly quite impressive for a scrawny boy with glasses.

“You just want to show off,” Hester said. “Can’t stand to share the spotlight with me.” She held out her hand to Claire. “Hi, I’m Hester, since Dex is too busy being undorky to introduce us.”

“Claire,” she replied, shaking the girl’s hand. “I’m …”

“Cee’s uncle’s girlfriend,” Hester finished for her. “He told me all about you. Dex, I mean. Not Cee’s uncle Ezra.”

“Nice to meet you, Hester,” Claire said. “And I thought you didn’t like gossip, Dex.”

“It’s not gossip, it’s just information,” Dex said. “And I just know what Cee’s told me, which isn’t a lot.” He shrugged. “Mostly how much she likes hanging out with you and stuff.”

Cee had spotted them. “Hey, get in here! Come on, Hester! Dex, get your butt on the floor!”

Dex shook his head as Hester dragged him toward Cee. “Nuh uh, I’ve got to stay and keep Claire company,” he protested.

“Then Claire shall join us as well.” Ezra grabbed her hand and pulled her out.

Cee laughed. “Dance party!,” she yelled, throwing her hands in the air and bouncing madly to the beat. Hester and Ezra joined her, deliberately being goofy. Claire shared a look with Dex, who shrugged and started moving to the music. Oh, what the hell. Claire closed her eyes and danced.

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Ezra claimed an empty bench while Cee and Claire went in search of sustenance and cold drinks after they had worn themselves out dancing. He was still smiling at the sight of his quiet little owl losing herself in the music and moving with abandon. He was well aware of the extent of her athletic abilities, having spent enough time in bed with her, but it was something else entirely to see her enjoying her body in public.

Someone sat down on the bench to his left. “I’m sorry, that seat is taken,” he said, turning to find Kammi smiling at him.

“Did your niece abandon you already?,” she asked. “I knew she’d run off with her friends.”

He suppressed a small sigh. “Not at all,” he said pleasantly. “She has merely gone to fetch something to eat and drink. I’m not much use with just the one hand.” He gestured at his right arm. “I was delegated as the bench saver.”

“Well, you don’t need an entire bench for just two people,” Kammi said.

“Three,” he corrected her.

Kammi preened. “Why, thank you, don’t mind if I do,” she said, scooting a bit closer.

“I meant, I am saving the bench for both of my companions,” he clarified. “My niece and my girlfriend.”

Before Kammi had fully absorbed the words, Cee bounded up. “Ez, we got you some of those peppers you like,” she said, holding out a paper boat heaping with red and yellow peppers oozing cheese. She skidded to a stop. “Who’s this?”

“Cee, may I introduce one of my new coworkers,” he said. “Kammi, my niece, Cee.” He took the peppers from Cee and balanced the boat on his knee before popping one in his mouth.

“Hey,” Cee said, her eyes narrowed.

“Hey,” Kammi replied weakly.

“And this is Claire,” Cee said, tilting her head. “Ezra’s girlfriend. Hey, Claire, this is one of Ezra’s coworkers.”

Claire was carefully balancing three paper cups on a flimsy cardboard tray. “Nice to meet you,” she said distractedly. “Ez, can you take one of these before I drop them?”

“Of course, sweetheart,” he said, setting his peppers on the bench between himself and Kammi and taking one of the cups of soda off the tray. Claire gave him an odd look, but once he raised an eyebrow and tilted his head slightly in Kammi’s direction, she smiled.

“Excuse me,” Cee said pointedly, staring at Kammi. “I’d like to sit down.”

“Oh, yeah, of course,” the girl stammered. “I was just keeping him company until you got back.” She jumped up and Cee plopped herself down, sprawling out to take up that end of the bench. Claire sat down on his right side, and leaned across him to hand a drink to Cee.

“Here you go, kiddo,” she said.

“Thanks, Aunt Claire,” Cee said sweetly.

“Um, well, I’ll see you at work, I guess, Ezra,” Kammi said.

He nodded at her. “Enjoy the rest of your weekend,” he said. After she’d walked away, Cee elbowed him sharply in the ribs. “Ouch!,” he cried.

“How old is she anyway?”

“Old enough to get a job,” he said, rubbing at the spot where she’d hit him. Her elbows were pointy. “How should I know? I’ve spoken maybe ten words to her.”

“Were any of those words ‘I have a girlfriend?’” Cee pointed a long, crispy fried potato at him.

“Yes,” Claire said from the other side. “Were they?”

He popped another pepper into his mouth and carefully chewed it before he answered, enduring the exasperated looks of both women. “As a matter of fact, yes,” he said after he swallowed. “What kind of a cad do you think I am? I am mortally wounded by this accusation!”

Cee snorted. “Didn’t look like she got the message,” she said.

“Am I responsible for the emotional shortcomings of an immature girl? I can’t control anyone. You of all people should know that, birdie,” Ezra replied. He knew he was overreacting a bit, but he wanted to avoid having to admit he hadn’t mentioned Claire until a few moments before she and Cee had arrived.

“Lay off him,” Claire said, leaning across him to steal some fries from Cee. “From the look on the poor girl’s face, she gets the message now.” Her words were belied by the sudden pinch she gave his side, a signal that they would probably revisit this topic later on.

“Thank you, Aunt Claire,” he said. He nudged Cee. “You laid it on a bit thick, don’t you think?”

“Well, like I said, she seemed to need some help understanding the situation,” Cee said. She stole one of his peppers and popped it into her mouth before he could react.

“I am at a distinct disadvantage, both physically and intellectually, with you two,” he whined. “It’s not fair.”

Claire laid her head on his shoulder. “Aw, poor baby,” she said. “I know it’s hard for your tiny male brain to keep up with us.”

Cee laughed and almost choked on her pepper. Ezra closed his eyes and shook his head. “You’ll only encourage her,” he said. “It’s hard enough dealing with a teenager.”

Claire wrapped her arms around him and kissed his cheek. “Sorry, but you’re such a fun target,” she said. “I’ll make it up to you later,” she added in a whisper that sent a shiver down his spine.

“Get a room,” Cee said.

Ezra leaned into her hard, almost shoving her off the bench. “Hey, look out, you’ll make me spill the food!,” she cried. “Claire, make him stop!”

Claire sat back, sipping her soda. “Stop making smart remarks, and maybe he’ll behave,” she said simply.

“Listen to your auntie,” Ezra said, neatly rescuing his peppers from Cee’s grasp. He sat up primly between the two of them. As both women collapsed into laughter, a thought struck him like a thump on the back of the head. I love them.

It was an unfamiliar feeling, and a bit disconcerting. He’d felt affection for others over the years, but not since he was a child had he felt something this deep, this warm, this all encompassing. It was a solid fact, a piece of metaphysical bedrock which formed the foundation of his life. Every action, every thought, was grounded in this simple truth. He loved Cee. He loved Claire. Their happiness and well-being were as important to him as his own, perhaps even more so. And in a few weeks, Claire would be gone. In a few years, Cee would strike out on her own, build her own life. Which was as it should be, but it made moments like this one all the more precious.

He wished the festival, and this night, would never end.

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Ezra was quiet as they walked to the hotel, which was a worrisome sign. Even if they walked hand in hand without talking, he was always humming something under his breath, an old song or just a random scatter of notes. But tonight he was silent. She suspected it had something to do with the appearance of Kammi at the festival

“What’s wrong?,” she asked when they reached her room.

“Nothing,” he said. “Just a bit tired, I guess. I’m getting too old for late nights like this.” He yawned for emphasis but she wasn’t buying it. True, it was almost midnight and he’d worked that day, but even on the Saturday nights when he fell asleep almost as soon as he crawled into bed, he was never this quiet.

She let it go while they got undressed and slid under the covers. He tried to kiss her but she shook her head. “I’m going to loosen up those knots in your shoulders first,” she said. “You wake up with a stiff neck if I don’t.” She made him lie face down so she could massage him. He groaned and sighed as she worked on his tight muscles. Once he was sufficiently relaxed, she pinned him down with her full weight and whispered in his ear. “So, what’s the deal with that girl, Kammi?”

Ezra stiffened, then tried to roll onto his side. She held him down. He said something but his voice was muffled by the pillow. She eased up enough for him to turn his head so he could speak clearly. “I … may not have been one hundred percent honest about telling her about you,” he said softly.

“So you didn’t?” Her heart sank as she realized her suspicions had been well founded.

“I did,” he said carefully. “But not until right before you and Cee came back with the food.” He sighed. “I should have made it clear to her earlier. I’m sorry.”

“Damn right you should have,” she said sternly.

He shrugged as best he could with her lying on top of him. “When she asked if I was going to be at the festival, I mentioned I was taking my niece … I thought that would be enough to put her off. To be honest, I wasn’t entirely sure she was trying to flirt.”

She shoved him hard in the shoulder. “Yes you were,” she said, “and you were flattered that a young thing like that found you attractive.”

“Perhaps.” She held eye contact until he glanced away. “All right, yes. I did feel flattered. Wouldn’t you, if a young fellow was enamored of you?”

“Honestly? I’d find it a bit creepy,” she said. “ Having someone young enough to be my child thinking about me that way? But I can see how it would make you feel good about yourself. Must be a male ego thing.”

“Must you constantly remind me that I am inferior to you in every way?,” he said, doing that thing with his eyebrow that made her feel funny inside.

“Oh, you are superior in many things, my dear Ezra,” she admitted. She released him, rolled him over onto his back and kissed him. “Now prove it.” And she let him show her all the ways he surpassed her in skill and enthusiasm.

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“Promise me one thing,” she said the next morning as they lay tangled in the sheets.

“Anything, sweet owl,” he said, nuzzling her neck.

“After I leave, don’t take up with that girl,” she said. Ezra’s head popped up.

“I would never,” he protested. “She’s barely older than Cee.”

“But you were flattered,” she said.

He cut her off. “Flattered, yes, but I would never act on it.” He kissed her gently on the forehead. “And I have no plans to take up with anyone after you depart. I fully intend to wallow in my melancholy and write tragic poems and become a recluse once you are gone.”

“I doubt Cee will let you go that far,” she said with a laugh. “A suitable period of moping about will suffice.”

“I will never find anyone to compare to you,” he said, serious this time. “Not if I scour the galaxy for a thousand years. You are more precious to me than all the aurelac and precious gems and metals to be found in the fringe worlds.”

She started to cry and he gently kissed away her tears. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“Don’t apologize,” she whispered back. “Never apologize for baring your soul.” She took a deep breath. “I … I love you, Ezra,” she said, her words barely audible even to herself. “I always will.”

“And I love you, Claire, my sweet little owl,” he said. “Till the universe collapses and all that has ever existed turns to dust.”

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[archive-of-note]

Ezra / Reaper!Reader

Not really romance, just a blurb that was rattling in my head the past two days.

The arm removal scene, no real details given.

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“You aren’t what I was expecting.”

You raise an eyebrow, “What were you expecting?”

He’s pale and sweaty, the infection of his arm is obviously killing him.

“At best? Nothing.”

You nod along, death being a complete absence of all things is a common interpretation.

“And at worst?”

He huffs a laugh, and it sounds like it hurts, “The visage of all those I’ve wronged, a final conscious reminder of my mistakes before I suffer in the sulfurous plane of the damned.”

“You speak a lot for someone fighting a moving, necrotising infection.”

He laughs again, “My mind is loud and crowded, I need to make space for my thoughts somehow.”

You chuckle a bit, taking stock of the tent that doesn’t appear to be his, or at least it didn’t start that way.

“Do you look the same to everyone?”

“Hmm?”

“The face you wear, is it the same for every soul you reap, or do you change your looks to fit the circumstance?”

You shrug, because you really don’t know.

“I look how you need me to.”

He huffs another laugh, this one humorless, “Of course, what better salve then temptation?”

You tilt your head in confusion.

He laughs again, “My life to be taken by a creature so breathtaking.”

It’s an odd descriptor, but not unheard of. You’ve been described as bewitching, attractive, a siren for the damned, the list goes on. Rarely has the sentiment been expressed directly to your face.

“You aren’t dead yet, I’m here just in case.”

He makes a confused noise, eyes closed and head tilted back.

“There’s still some wind in your sails, and Free Will means so few things are certain, you might die here, you might not, there is still time for decisions to be made.”

“What are the decisions of a dying man?”

There is a flicker coming this way, frantic and flaring, bursts that steal your attention before almost vanishing back into the brush.

“Who said the decisions were yours alone?”

The spirit fades, taking a turn that leads it away from this tent.

“Time is not one to rush, but indecision means it has a chance to pass you by.”

He looks to you, and you look to the short wave radio in the corner.

“They may kill me.”

“They may not.”

“Why do you wish to see me live?”

This always confuses you, the belief that you sit in wait for their lives to end, licking your chops and counting their breaths.

“All things die, I will visit every single one of you, not now, but eventually. Why rush our meeting?”

He looks at you, then to the radio, then back to you.

“Can,” he swallows, “can you stay?”

“I stay until I am no longer needed.”

That seems to be a satisfactory answer.

He gets the radio working, calling out to the toxic moon, and that flickering light returns.

The light is small, young.

And while you’ve seen everything sentient life has to offer in terms of cruelty, this child’s spirit is strobing, her will to live existing in fits and starts.

Her father’s spirit is still wandering, something compelled you to leave it, let him think he still has any effect on the world around him.

Enough of him feels guilty, so you allow his soul to wonder this verdant hell as it’s purgatory.

The confirmation that his arm needs to be removed scares him, the reality of it finally hitting home.

He shoots himself up and mumbles about a tingly sensation.

His hand clenches repeatedly as the sedative fills the limb.

You grab his hand, and he looks to you terrified, the sedative is old, paralyzing the limb just fine but the nerves still fire.

He talks through it, rambling about his life and his talents and the memories the hand will take with it.

It hits the ground with a pathetic thud.

You don’t need to be here anymore, she cut so far up above the wound that the infection is basically gone in it’s entirety, only minuscule traces remain in his system. Easily taken on by his immune system.

The now dead limb still holds your hand tight.

He looks at the empty space, flexing fingers that are no longer there, squeezing your hand and tapping out a restless nonsense rhythm.

“I need to go, Ezra.”

His breathing stutters as you say his name.

“You’ll live,” you press your lips into a line and tilt your head side to side, “well for now at least.”

A short laugh, almost manic, bursts from his throat.

You squeeze his now phantom hand.

“We’ll meet again, but hopefully not for a long time yet.”

He squeezes your hand in return.

With one last kind look, you vanish.

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