In my ongoing quest to befriend the local crows I sidled up to one outside the place I get my tasty bacon sandwiches. I tossed a peanut and it screamed and I instantly had a murder swooping all around me as I walked to my car.
It was probably the most badass I’ve ever felt in a parking lot to stand at the center of a shrieking crownado.
Fit: This is actually kinda fun. Ok, so: Cucuruchito, what is your favorite food?
Cucuruchito: Oh darling, as an entity I don't eat, however, I am quite partial to the idea of a charming quesadilla. They are the star of my home, Quesadilla Island, after all. Now, what about you, sweetie? What tantalizes your taste buds?
Fit: I mean, Cucuruchito, you keep talking to me like that, I mean uh... [Laughs] Called me "sweetie," I mean, I dunno what's gonna happen. Um, my favorite food is probably... steak. [He shrugs] Maybe that's why I like Brazil so much.
Cucuruchito: Oh, Fit, you've got me blushing like a ripe tomato! I can see that you're the steak to my sizzling hot plate. Don't you think our conversation has more sizzle than a steak on a hot grill? Perhaps we could have that steak together next time and add more spice to this little rendezvous. Winking face.
Fit: [Dying in the background, trying to compose himself] WHAT THE FCK. WHAT?! [Shouts]
Cucuruchito:
Fit: [Runs away and laughs] Fck it, I can't I can't, I can't do this, I can't do this, I can't fcking do this. I cannot do– [Laughs]
I was just thinking you know who I haven’t drawn yet? Phee. And, of course, I adore her and Tech. So I drew them together. On their wedding day. You know? The one we saw in S3 EP16? That was such a beautiful way to end the series. (I’m not delusional. You’re delusional.)
(Cleaned-up sketch, base colours, and an un-sparkly version under this li’l cut right here)
Phee’s got little gold beads in her braids because why not? And Tech doesn’t have his goggles because I couldn’t get them to look right, so he just took them off for the picture, okay? Can we live with that? Good. Thank you.
The more I think about it, the more I think Ephraim and Mira Bridger knew their son was different in a way that would make him a target if anyone noticed. They probably would have stood up to speak out against the Empire anyway, but imagine them just just going about their business, watching what’s happening, maybe listening to whatever state mandated message is playing non the radio, thinking that someone has got to do something; and then one of them turns around and sees that their three year old is levitating a jar of cookies across the room, and their heart sinks.
Because it’s not as though force sensitive people stopped being born after Order 66. They kept popping up, kept being born, but they had to be hidden, they were hunted down and killed, or hunted down and taken. And if they were hidden well enough, they’d grow up with no framework to understand that part of themselves, even if they were born into a culture with a force tradition separate from that of the Jedi, like the Nightsisters or the Lasat, because they were wiped out, too.
And most people probably knew very little about the inquisitors, if they knew anything at all, but people still talk. There had to be rumors, even early on in the imperial era. And the genocide of the Jedi was a public event; everyone knew about it. So there had to be a general sense of knowing that the force was a very, very dangerous thing to have, and those force sensitive kids who just kept being born would have suffered for it. There would absolutely be abusive parents trying to beat it out of them, absolute monsters abandoning their kids or handing them over the second their kid showed any signs to avoid being targets themselves; even well meaning parents begging their children to please, please hide it, you can’t do things like that, otherwise they’ll come and take you away. Who? And those parents don’t know, but they do hear that nothing good happens to children like theirs. So they hide, or pick up the entire family and run, find a new life, and hope that no one ever finds them. Or they just don’t acknowledge it, and hope it dies out quickly and that no one notices. Or they fight back, because they want the galaxy to be safe for children like theirs as much as the parents who hide their kids do, and they get themselves taken instead.
I sort of wonder if that’s part of why the Bridgers were so adamant about pushing back. Not the entire reason, of course, because the little we see of them really does imply that they’re just the kind of people to stand up for people who can’t. But knowing their son would always have a proverbial ax hanging over his head for being what he was probably made the fight a little more personal, assuming that they knew.
And I also wonder if that’s part of why no one took Ezra in after the Empire took Mira and Ephraim. If they knew, Tseebo probably knew, or at least suspected, and their neighbors might have, too. Because…I mean…when we meet Ezra in Rebels, he’s very obviously force sensitive. He has no training and he’s very casually using the force without knowing it. And, yes, a lot of that was probably brought out because he was basically a second grader who was going to starve to death if he didn’t start fending for himself and survival instinct kicked in, but there might have been reasons for the people around him to be suspicious before that. Because if they were, then he wasn’t just dangerous to take in because his parents were un-personed political prisoners of whom the Empire chose to make an example, he’d also potentially be that weird kid who might have the same thing the Jedi did, and everyone knew what happened to them, and the empire may very well come for him, too, if he is and if they notice. There would be people who’d see adopting little seven-year-old Ezra as too much of a risk. And most everyone in Ezra’s life did see taking him in as too much of a risk, because he was on his own until the ghost crew showed up.
Aaaannd this is getting away from me, but, tl;dr: I want to know if Mira and Ephraim knew their son was force sensitive, because I suspect they did.
JEGULUS IS THE GREAT WAR COUPLE THAT DIDN'T SURVIVE THE GREAT WAR.
like these are literally the verses:
"My knuckles were bruised like violets
Sucker punching walls, cursed you as I sleep-talked
Spineless in my tomb of silence
Tore your banners down, took the battle underground
And maybe it was ego swinging
Maybe it was her
Flashes of the battle come back to me in a blur"
-james
"You drew up some good faith treaties
I drew curtains closed, drank my poison all alone
You said I have to trust more freely
But diesel is desire, you were playin' with fire
And maybe it's the past that's talkin'
Screamin' from the crypt
Tellin' me to punish you for things you never did
So I justified it"
"What a paradise this place is. The way Earth must have been before man spoiled it with sprawling towns and filthy machines."
"If it hadn't been for man's filthy machines we wouldn't be here."
"That's true. And the pity of it is that after us will come rocket after rocket to ravage this planet. They'll gouge the minerals out of the earth, destroy the forests and eventually they'll go to war over it."
Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).
Tagged by @chiliger , thanks!
His ability is not an envy-worthy one. Not something anyone should want to kill for either. It makes Dogma sick and a little angry whenever his brothers naively assume it is.
This is from a Dogma-centric G/T drabble I quickly jotted down yesterday, when inspiration for some angst suddenly struck.
I am considering fleshing it out further and posting it, despite the more depressing and body-horror approach this one took (I usually resort to more comical forms of size shifting).
No pressure tags (literally just flipped a coin): @milfcutlawquane @stormyblue90 and @totes-tubulardude
I’m gonna take some better pictures in the morning with better light and a clean table, show some of the process too, but! Here it is! This is what I’ve been working on instead of writing (and… other stuff I should be doing). It is for a fic though - this is the modified starfighter Crosshair acquires in Rescue on Tatooine. Now that I have the model done, I have no excuses for not finishing the last… few sentences, probably, of the fic itself.
Fun fact: The guns are made from toothpicks, because that’s what I had close by that fit the size etc that I needed, and because this is Crosshair’s ship - how could I not?