#rebellion’s infancy

[b-radley66]

Wonderful commission from @punkzcakes of two Fulcrums. The ‘other’ Fulcrum is an OC known only as Face; she was raised by a Mandalorian after she tried to pick his pocket. Ahsoka realized that she needed to be in more places than she could be. Of course, this is either a discussion of Rebellion Things (tm) or Face trying to get Fulcrum-Prime to audition for dancing at the club. Fulcrum-Prime maintains that she doesn’t need to audition, she has experience dancing on Jabba’s sail-barge, which is a story in itself.

Please, go visit @punkzcakes and if they have commissions available, commission them! They are so talented and great to work with!

#star wars #ahsoka tano #fanart #punkzcakes #two fulcrums #rebellion’s infancy #original character #in between the stories you know #adventures in fanfic writing

[fanfoolishness]

I like to imagine that in the future, people remember the clones. After Palpatine falls for good on Exegol, imagine an explosion of freedom and knowledge in those days after the final defeat: imagine archaeologists and scholars plumbing the depths of Imperial and First Order records, trying to figure out what had happened so it could never happen again. And through it all they find the clones’ story woven into everything, until a new field emerges of Clone Studies, a loose alliance of military history buffs and research biologists and anthropologists and ethicists.

They catalogue the Kaminoans’ research; they review the clone memorials on Coruscant, on Zeffo, monuments as large as a massive wall or as small as a quiet statue, from people throughout the galaxy who were grateful for what they did. They study the great tragedy and betrayal of the chip, finally understanding the scope of Palpatine’s plans and bringing them out into the open, sharing the truth that the clones never chose to betray the Jedi Order and Republic they had served faithfully. They study old war vids and oral histories from people of long-lived species or whose grandparents remembered the clones; they build, memory by memory, a sense of the culture, the camaraderie, the brotherhood, the loyalty. They collect vids of battle songs and in-jokes and an interior language shared among them, springing up over the years.

They find and list their names, self-chosen or given by their brothers: Rex, Fives, Howzer, Echo, Tup, Gregor, Wolffe, Cody, Boil, Waxer, Cut. They study the clones whose differences defined them and knit them into a family whose ties could not be broken, Hunter, Wrecker, Tech, Crosshair, Omega. They study the discarded who nevertheless still had value - 99, Emerie, the clones who were culled in infancy for being wrong. There are specialists who devote their entire branch of study to the only male unaltered clone and his infamous exploits throughout the galaxy, so alike his father’s. They study the years of the clone rebellion, a fight that paved the way for the next wave of fighters and the next after them.

The clones are gone. That is undisputed. Their kind came for a little while, and then vanished, burning brightly; their tale was a tragedy, but one unique in all its seeming sameness. There are conferences and holovids and books. There are debates and research firing up young scholars about a time only their great-grandparents can remember.

In the future, after all the clones are gone, there are still stories.

#the clones #clone wars #the clone wars #the bad batch #Star Wars #clone force 99 #I’m just having feelings okay #Star Wars meta #clone wars meta #bad batch meta #clones

[milkywayes]

my vakarian family dynamic hc just got a new and very important addition: garrus was an unplanned child.

and the thought of ANYTHING being UNPLANNED is anathema to papa vakarian. he’s already back on the citadel working (after taking two years to be with his mate and raise baby solana) when he hears the news. it throws a wrench into his carefully-laid plans.

see, papa vakarian is a hierarchy man through and through. he likes schedules, he likes standard operating procedures, he likes making up his mind and sticking to it. he does not like surprises.

garrus is a surprise.

and then he just never grows out of being one.

but it’s not just him. not just the fact that he’s weird and passionate and still wants to be a spectre past the age of 6 and squanders all his incredible potential by insisting on quitting the military before his requisite 15 years are over and then quitting c-sec on a whim and everything that follows.

it’s that the relay 314 incident happens a couple of months before his scheduled birth or at least no more than a year into his infancy. the relay 314 incident, as much as it is only an incident and not a war, which is a big fucking deal and harkens the end of life as they know it—or maybe it’s garrus’ birth that did, depending on how you look at it: a new species on the citadel and the emergence of the first real galactic threats since the krogan rebellions over a thousand years prior and then finally the reaper war. the war to end all wars.

and who’s smack-dab in the middle of all of that? his son. his unplanned, unanticipated, bringer-of-chaos-and-rejecter-of-social-mores renegade of a son.

behold the orb of entropy.

“father, i’m going to be your worst nightmare”

#i’ll take no criticism on this take it or leave it #this is just so FUCKING FUNNY to me #garrus vakarian #mass effect #milky.txt

[sinisterexaggerator]

Rebel With A Cause

Echo x Gen! Reader

Warnings: None. Fluff and a kiss. A little bit of angst in relation to wartime and heartfelt goodbyes.

582 words

Notes: I decided to write a series of "goodbye" ficlets where the reader takes / removes something from each of CF99 as they part ways. I plan to do the others. I wrote Crosshair some time ago.

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The Rebellion was in its infancy, yet you were amongst those placing themselves on the front lines, determined to make a difference in a galaxy that otherwise seemed uncaring and oblivious. Your native home had been overrun by the Empire and all its lackeys, leaving you to find a greater purpose, one shared with many others; it was something to be proud of, and you had never once looked back.

Neither had this soldier, a clone who had been dealt a rough hand in life, parts of him not man, but mechanical, yet this in no way put a damper on your feelings.

As in times of war, his was another hasty exit, leaving your heart aching and your mouth dry as he strode with purpose, meaning to board the ship that would carry him away.

“Echo!” you called out, desperation coating that single utterance of his name; your legs felt like jelly, even as you forced them to propel you forward. The distance was short, finding yourself to be in the presence of your lover before he could even turn around.

You stood before him and swallowed back your spit, butterflies having taken flight in your belly. Still, you would not allow him to leave without saying farewell; there was always the real possibility he would never return to you, or you to him.

“Officer,” he started, one of his brothers watching from aloft. Your gaze darted upward, and he drifted inside the cover of his ship; you were thankful Rex understood you wanted this time alone.

“Don’t leave without saying goodbye,” you pleaded, unable to stop the tears that were beginning to well in your eyes. That stoic face softened, brows knitting in concern. Echo reached out to you with his scomp, then hastily lowered his arm.

“I’m…” The clone trailed off, unsure of what to say, or how it might be received. You smiled at him, finally daring to take up the one hand left to him.

Carefully, deliberately, you removed his glove. He watched you intently, deep brown eyes rising to meet your face. It felt as if time stood still, the thrum and hum of the rebel encampment behind you all but dying on the breeze; it was welcomed wholeheartedly as it cooled and refreshed your balmy skin.

Gently, you lifted his wrist, setting his hand against the curve of your cheek. This allowed Echo to feel your sorrow as it trickled from you in discrete drops, your lips brushing the inside of his palm as you whispered your one and only wish: “Be careful.”

Echo drew you in, fingers curling behind your ear as his thumb swiped away your tears. His lips met yours, kissing you fervently, and as if his life depended on it.

Words no longer felt necessary, his sentiments expressed through the impassioned swirl of his tongue. You loosed a whimper, Echo pulling back to study the intricacies of your face, those things that made you, you.

“I will,” he affirmed, temporarily placating you. He took up the glove offered shyly back to him, stowing it away, then turned on his heel to board the ramp, one final glance cast in your direction.

This alone would keep you hooked, desiring nothing more than for this blasted war to end, a life spent by his side something that may have already crossed your mind.

#Echo #The Bad Batch #TBB #Echo x Reader #Echo x Gen! Reader #Gender Neutral #Star Wars #Rebellion #TCW #Clone Wars #clone force 99 #ct 1409

[rotzaprachim]

one of the most interesting aspects of andor to me is how i think it didn’t decision to alter character timelines so much as make the decision to alter- or rather, cut open and interrogate- the entire timeline of the rebellion, in ways that have fascinating implications for the entire worldbuilding of the starry wars. one of the lingering uncertainties of “andor” comes from the refusal to play any of the cards of the Rebel Alliance as the plucky good-guy army, for whom Joining the Rebellion is as straightforward as enlisting and getting a uniform, who can show up and do army things at any moment. as the episodes build and build and build and the tension and power of the imperial army grows higher, the Rebel Alliance just.... doesn’t appear. there is no Secret Base for Luthen to take Cassian too, only a tiny group of guerillas in the highlands. there is none of the famous iconography of the Rebellion- no orange flight suits (though boy does andor give a new cast to that color choice), no rebel armed rebel bases, no x-wings go swoop in at the last moment. as I watched Andor I felt the lingering stone-drop realisation: the Rebellion, as we know it, simply does not exist. what we get is a hyper-isolated, fragmented rebellion in its infancy, tiny groups and intellligence operations so low on cash that the theft of a single sector’s payroll or access to a single wealthy woman’s family funds. Cassian can’t join the rebel alliance, because it doesn’t exist yet. 

And that’s one story. that’s a far, far more complicated story, and a more difficult story to exist within, than the plucky rebel army versus big empire narrative star wars has been living in. how do you join something like that? it really isn’t that easy. BUT! here’s the thing. BUT BUT BUT. andor complicates that further by showing, over and over again, that even if that rebel alliance can’t swoop in and save the day, that even if the number of *official* Rebellion members is a tiny fraction down to their last resources, organised rebellion is, in fact, possible. and it already exists. it exists everywhere, in numerous forms. it is both non violent and violent, and it is often the work of *civillians,* because the fundamental conditions of war, occupation, and totalitarianism make, politicise, designate everyone as a soldier. looking back on andor, there isn’t a single arc that isn’t made possible by some form of organised, collective rebellion. cassian couldn’t have escaped from ferrix if ferrix didn’t already have a system of pounding metal in order to spread the word, if salman and wilmon paak didn’t get set to banging metal, and brasso didn’t weld weights to the police squad car. the rebels couldn’t have pulled off the aldhani heist if hundreds of local aldhani hadn’t continued their cultural rites and kept coming on that pilgrimage even as local imperial agents actively worked to prevent it- because existence can be rebellion, because the continuation of cultural and religious traditions under oppression can be rebellion. the crowning point of the season, for me, is the prison break at narkina five, the five thousand prisoners knowing that there’s only one way out, and that’s by running, shooting, killing, by climbing out together. the series ends on an entire local uprising as a town’s funeral march turns into a riot against armed, shielded cops. 

And it all leads into these much more nuanced things that Andor is saying about the natures of both oppression and resistance. Because it isn’t giving the (individualist, and somewhat defeatest, but sure damn repeated) narrative that rebellion against authoritarianism is about a few Englightened individuals - the luthen’s, the aldhani rebels- versus the mass of Sheeple who just take it. Are thankful for it. That there’s just the Special ones who see the light, and those that.. Haven’t. Nor are there the essentialistly Good Pure Rebels who have all the Right Ideas in a nice Color Coded Format, who have fought Purely and Totally for the Rebellion From the Start, versus the bad guys The structures of empire don’t work like that- they make huge numbers of people complicit because of the way they stack and tier and turn subjugated people against each other when so few individuals, actually are in charge, and they make the alternative to complicity be nothing but death, in horrific ways. The people in Andor have dirt on their hands. It’s about what they do now. The X-wings can’t come to save Cassian from Narkina. The prisoners have to climb their way out. No one can give the Aldhani rebels backup. Only Luthen and Cinta and Vel can come to Maarva’s wake, and when the fighting comes, it isn’t even about them, anyway. Andor asks what happens when there isn’t the golden saviour, the Good Guy army coming in for us, and makes the case for rebellion as something intensely collectivist and intensely local, that rebellion and rebels exist before our very eyes, in more complicated ways. It’s what makes the show both brutal and brutally hopeful - for one of the first times, watching star wars, i get the sense viscerally that better worlds and forms of existence are possible within the star wars world.

As for cassian, the arc I hope they’re going for, and i really do think are going for, is not that he joined the rebellion as we see it in rogue one. It’s that that rebellion as we know didn’t exist yet, and that his arc will be about helping to stitch together the various forms of rebellion that already exist, everywhere. I think we’ll walk into Rogue One now not seeing Cassian as Mon and Draven’s hand- already fascinating - but as one of the rebellion’s quiet powerbrokers and kingmakers whose a big part of why they’re there to begin with.

#andor #screaming crying vomiting blood over this show forever and ever #cassian andor

[fis-paprikas]

it's so hard to put my finger on why the ahsoka vs andor discourse sounds so juvenile. But i think the folks saying "not everything can be serious and political, we like lightsabers and fun battles too!!!!" completely fail to realise that's not what the andor fans are taking issue with......

Like we want light-hearted easygoing star wars with jedi and spaceships. the issue isn't tone or content, it's EXECUTION. what's not clicking. andor wasn't good because it was a serious, more realistic portrayal of the rebellion's infancy, it was good because the people making it were skilled and passionate about their work. People don't like it just because it was different to what we had before (although it was refreshing), people like it because it had a tight script, consistent tone, interesting themes and ideas and a wildly talented cast. and everything I've seen from ahsoka looks like nothing more than a hollow cash grab like every other thing disney has made in recent times. It's okay to demand quality from your silly escapist shows i promise

#I've seen multiple posts that were like 'well star wars can't be ALL somber and introspective' THAT'S NOT WHAT MADE ANDOR GOOD #mando s1 was great and it was peak adventure star wars #star wars #andor #ahsoka

[whencyclopedia]

George I of Great Britain

George I of Great Britain (r. 1714-1727) succeeded the last of the Stuart monarchs, Queen Anne of Great Britain (r. 1702-1714) because he was Anne's nearest Protestant relative. The House of Hanover secured its position as the new ruling family by defeating several Jacobite rebellions which supported the old Stuart line.

King George may have struggled with both English and the English, often preferring his attachments in Germany, but his reign was a relatively stable one. His greatest legacy was as a patron of the arts, in particular, his support of musicians like Handel and such lasting cultural institutions as the Royal Academy of Music. He was succeeded by his son George II of Great Britain (r. 1727-1760).

Succession: The House of Hanover

The Glorious Revolution of 1688 saw the end of the reign of the male Stuarts and placed William, Prince of Orange on the throne as William III of England (r. 1689-1702) with his wife, the daughter of the exiled James II of England (r. 1685-1688), made Mary II of England (r. 1689-1694). Mary's sister became the ruling monarch in 1702 as Anne, Queen of Great Britain. When Anne died, so ended the Stuart royal line, which had begun with Robert II of Scotland (r. 1371-1390).

Queen Anne outlived her husband Prince George of Denmark (1653-1708) by six years; she died at the age of 49 on 1 August 1714 at Kensington Palace after suffering two strokes. Queen Anne had had many children, but all died in infancy. The greatest hope for an heir had been William, Duke of Gloucester (b. 1689), but he died in 1700, aged 12. Anne's official heirs, the Hanoverian family, were selected as such in the 1701 Act of Settlement.

The Hanovers were connected to the British royal line as descendants of Elizabeth Stuart (d. 1662), daughter of James I of England (r. 1603-1625) and brief Queen of Bohemia through her husband Frederick V of the Palatinate. The chosen successor – although she was not permitted by Anne to even visit England – was Elizabeth Stuart's daughter Sophia (l. 1630-1714), wife of the Duke of Brunswick and Elector of Hanover (a small principality in Germany the size of Yorkshire). Sophie of Hanover was Queen Anne's nearest relation of the Protestant faith, a vital consideration given that Parliament had already passed a law forbidding a Catholic to take the throne. For this reason, more than 50 other claimants to the throne had been deemed unsuitable. When Sophia died in 1714, her son, George Ludwig, took over the role of heir apparent to the British throne.

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#History #BritishMonarchy #GeorgeIofGreatBritain #HouseofHanover #WHE #[ #]

[failchild]

the thing about kim is that he's kind of boring in an average middle-aged guy way. he looks forward to his daily crossword puzzle. he smoked weed over two decades ago and thinks that's cool. he likes cars. he likes machines. he probably eats plain oatmeal every day. he likes being perceived as "normal" ("regular, garden variety revacholiere") and "boring" ("unrepentant spoilsport"). a lot of this has to do with the perpetual foreigner stereotype he's faced his entire life and his moralist beliefs—he also just has very dad-like interests

on the flip side he gets a kick out of being "cool" ("were he to quit [smoking], he would lose the cool factor. this man relishes his cool quite a bit") and rebellious ("this minor act of rebellion is important to the lieutenant's self-construction"). he spends the week in martinaise wandering around in communist revolutionary cosplay, which is kind of an insane thing to do when he's employed by the occupying force that destroyed the revolution. he loves his obnoxious loud ass car and his obnoxious loud ass music.

he highly values both his "normalcy" and his "coolness". his adherence to the rules he makes for himself is important to him. what he considers his acts of rebellion are small but are also important to him. this is a man whose infancy is defined by the stamping out of revolution, who grew up in its graveyard and was raised by the indifferent benevolence of those who killed it.

#kim kitsuragi understander has logged on

[shummthechumm]

since seeing a few posts about TPB and how it treats firestar’s kittypet origins as a flaw he needs to overcome, wouldnt it be amazing if the “fire alone” prophecy was failed in some way? yes, short term, he DID save the clan, but in all the arcs following this? 

(looong post under cut)

yeah he’s a decent guy, but his clan immediately turns back to the status quo. sure, lionclan united to defeat tigerclan, but the relationship between wind and thunder deteriorates as soon as windclan rebellion starts. cats within his own clan, who witnessed the impact his very not-in-accordance-to-the-code actions had on defeating tigerstar. aka ONE OF THE BIGGEST TYRANTS IN RECENT CLAN MEMORY. but oh actually everyone dislikes kittypets still in tnp. dustpelt/mousefur especially love to bring up their distaste with the state of thunderclan (”too mixed”). even brambleclaw, his own apprentice, judges cats like daisy based on the fact that she isnt clanborn. it reads as thunderclan respecting firestar in spite of where he came from, instead of them appreciating a major part of his identity that they wouldnt let him forget just a few books ago? you know? getting over their biases and learning to respect others outside the clan? 

were these xenophobic ideas not utilized by tigerstar to climb maim and torture not just cats outside the code, but those who dedicated their lives to it? is that...not a sign for introspection?? 

and on a similar note: the books really want us to know that the only reason scourge was defeated was because he didnt believe in god, which is a really weird conclusion to end this arc on. we see fireheart constantly questioning the code and using his better judgement (most of the time anyway) to do what is the morally righteous thing to do. his unique outlook on clan culture saved a lot of lives. he wanted desperately to find belonging in thunderclan, but often sacrified his safety + position to save lives. but no actually the moral we’re supposed to take is “firestar became leader and proved that his soft kittypet roots couldn’t hold him down!!!” i dont know if him being born in thunderclan wouldve changed his very justice-driven personality, but maybe not being brainwashed from infancy played a factor in many of his choices in TPB.

so with these moments where firestar starts to show some of his conditioning crack through (ex: feeling horrified at the idea of cloudpaw not believing in starclan--and wanting to SHOCK him into being a believer; etc etc), is genuinely an engaging character flaw...that should be treated as a flaw. all of these standards of what a “true warrior” should be--constantly being crammed into his head from a pretty young age; against his own sense of personal identity and moral compass. does he WANT to be seen as a true warrior? does he want away with all of these redundant rules? does he want to redefine what that even means?

even in FQ he is pretty pissed to hear bluestar trying to justify an ENTIRE BRANCH OF THEIR CULTURE being axed off because no one was willing to spare territory. while that book has other issues, its still nice to see glimpses of that characterization i like slipping through. if it was an intentional internal conflict, you can take it even further. 

this is why i like to imagine that firestar’s prophecy came from whatever ancient beings sent down the po3 prophecy (i believe in oots they downright confirmed that the ancients likely sent starclan/the tribe of endless hunting the po3 prophecy decades before even mapleshade’s time). firestar may have served as the short term solution, maybe as a way to get set up the three in thunderclan. im 90% their prophecy outdates his, anyway. what was the intent of this prophecy, truly? 

was he meant to save the clan(s) from a few one and done baddies, or was something more long-term intended. if so...did he fail???

how does firestar cope with this? does he reflect? he knows about the po3 prophecy--what if he were to learn of the manipulation his kids went through by the forces he was taught to worship? ik canon firestar doesnt rlly react to the secret reveal post po3, but...in a better series...would he stand for it? how could he react, knowing that starclan targeted his very bloodline for a prophecy far older than the clans themselves? 

in a different world, would bluestar had even accepted him had it not been for the prophecy?? where would he be then? how would he fare with the knowledge that many cats he idolized when he was younger--cats he grieved for, were roped into perpetuating the unhealthy cycle of reliance both starclan and the living clans have for each other?

......is starclan even the source of the fire alone prophecy??? if not them, then who was??>?? how far did this go?? how far is starclan willing to go to get their desired outcome?

 give me existential  firestar, PLEASE 

#rewrite tag #wc #shummy screaming into the void #longpost #longasspost #again fire shouldve partnered with scourge again #but also firestar living and realizing that his position in tc #at least in arc one #was VERY conditional...on a much deeper way than he previously couldve ever imagined #my thoughts are very scrambled i have a lot #i apologize if anything is unclear feel free to reply or rb with ur thoughts #know i mostly focused on tiger here but also brokenstar is also a monster produced directly by the clan and the codes most toxic traits #thanks raggedstar #uh oh starclan its actually not good to meddle in the lives #of living cats its not like u directly spawned chars like broken and tiger while doing so #maybe i will edit/elabortate more later i am very tired

[lamemaster]

Gods Who Kneel

Request: @asianbutnotjapanese- Can you spin the wheel for my baby Fingon please 🥺

Pairing: Fingon x Reader

Genre: Mythology au

AN: Thanks for requesting 🥹I love this au so much.

(What in the Hell is Happening Event)

What makes a fallen God? What strips the divine of divinity? 

For you, it had been the love of a mortal. A harp-bearer whose melodies wove through the temple like moonlight, each note a caress that resonated deep within your divine core. You found yourself drawn to the music, your heart a traitor whispering along with the mournful strains.

Sacrilegious!" the other deities boomed, their voices echoing through the celestial halls. Shame burned at your core, yet a defiant spark ignited within you. How could they understand the yearning that Fingon's devotion had awakened, a longing you barely recognized in yourself?"

While others spouted hate in the title of “Spawn of the Devil.”

Your love for Fingon had made you into a broken God. Yet, never in your life had you ever been this fulfilled. A simple hymn that deserved your blessing instead took your heart. He had played with such bare conviction that even the eons of your existence or the love of your parents could not have held you in the heavens away from him.

He had been yours since infancy, his mind, his heart, forever imprinted with your image. From his first wobbly steps to the man he was now, Fingon had always been your devoted priest, your loyal servant. And now, his love resonated with a desperate yearning you couldn't ignore.

And so, in your love you knelt in front of him. In your form with the light of godhood. An act that led to your banishment from your enraged father. But you were only so much pleased to follow the order.

To join your beloved on the plane of mortals. 

A traitorous smile played on your lips despite the churning in your gut. You were a god, yet banished. Yet, the prospect of a life with Fingon outweighed the celestial throne.

Driven by your love, you knelt before him, your divine form ablaze with the fading embers of godhood. It was a crown slipping, the celestial energy draining from you with each passing moment. You reached for Fingon, the warmth of his hand a stark contrast to your own, which flickered in and out of existence like a dying flame

He hesitated for a heartbeat, his eyes wide with a mixture of awe and terror. Then, with a gentle murmur of your name, he wrapped his arms around your shimmering form. His voice, a mere whisper that spoke volumes, echoed in the silence, "You…came." His words held the weight of the impossible, the knowledge that you might have exposed his mortal mind to a world he wasn't meant to see.

"It was a choice," your voice raspy from the toll of transformation. "I chose you. No eternity is worth anything without you." You cupped his face, brushing aside the braided golden ribbons that had always captivated you.

Fate was set in stone. You were his. Just his. Not a God to be shared with anyone.

Fate's decree echoed in the silence. You were his, a celestial being tethered to a mortal man. A tremor ran through Fingon's hand as he grasped yours, the weight of your sacrifice settling on him like a mantle of stars. Could a human heart truly hold the love of a fallen god?

Would he, the man who had dedicated his life to the divine, dare to reach for the hand of a fallen god, knowing the consequences could shake the very foundations of his faith?

That perhaps was your true punishment. To watch a shadow of uncertainty creep into Fingon's eyes as he held your fading form close. A love story born of rebellion, but with an ending yet unwritten, a dance with fate that could either blossom or crumble in the face of an uncertain future.

Fate worse than any banishment or woe.

#silmarillion x reader #fingon x reader #fingon the valiant #mythology au #what in the hell is happening event #role reversal esque #angst

[b-radley66]

Author’s Note: Those of you who read the @sl-walker Blackbirds series (if you don’t you should be) may start to recognize a character at the end of this chapter. He is borrowed with permission, with gratitude, and with love for this reality. Spoiler Alert—things look slightly grim, but fear not. You can find her works here: https://archiveofourown.org/users/SLWalker/works

Chapters: 9/20 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ahsoka Tano/Original Character(s), Rae Sloane/Original Character(s), Qi’ra/Original Character (s), Original Character(s)/Original Character(s) Characters: Ahsoka Tano, Rae Sloane, Qi’ra, Morgan Elsbeth, Simon Greyshade, Shyla Merricope, Shaak Ti, Plo Koon (cameo), Mace Windu (Cameo), Yoda (cameo), Jame Blackthorn | Bryne Covenant | Taliesin Croft |Tempest (Original Character), Dani Faygan |Ishta (Original Character), Nola Vorserrie |Seoladen (Original Character), Meglann Florlin |Ina|Hammer (Original Character), Phygus Baldrick | Touchstone (Original Character), Null-13 | Drop | Tarre Tredecima |Balor (Original Character), Talle Tredecima | Orla (Original Character), Alyysina Faygan’ii na’ Torstan’ii |Serquet |Sina, Ano Lessi (Original Character), Delilah Sal |ISB-010 | The Untrusted Other (Original Character), Edan Kozume (Original Character), Sulen Gallamby (Original Character), Nathanaan Beten’ii (Original Character) Additional Tags: Hutt Cartels (Star Wars), Crimson Dawn, Nar Kanji, freedom fighting in the truest sense, Slavery, daring greatly, rebellion’s infancy, Love, love of the light, fighting slavery, Espionage, mild swindling in the service of the light, Family, Dysfunctional Family, Found Family, Polyamory, Corellian Family Values, Blackbirds AU (sorta) Series: Part 46 of Rise and Fight Again Summary:

World in Thrall! Ahsoka Tano, Bryne Covenant, and the other Links move to depose the new ruler of Nar Kanji, a Hutt apparently named Geddak, who is kin to an ally of Shyla Merricope’s, Geddan, who was executed for embezzlement on the orders of Ming Lardai. They intend to ally themselves with Kanjiklub, a criminal organization dedicated to freeing the slaves of Nar Kanji, while suborning Imperial officers such as Rae Sloane, and another criminal organization’s representative—Crimson Dawn’s Qi’ra. Along the way the deceptions they give rise to will imperil them all.

Just another day for them.

#star wars #rebellion’s infancy #ahsoka tano #the usual gang of idiots-original characters #special guest star #blackbirds #in between the stories you know #adventures in fanfic writing.

[haggishlyhagging]

Now that birth control is more or less routine, infanticide seems an unrelated and horrifying event; but to colonial women, who had no alternative and whose offspring were very likely to die in infancy anyway, infanticide might be a desperate kind of birth control after the fact. Various means of contraception were known at the time, and coitus interruptus was widely practiced. Sarah Smith, who had two husbands and several lovers, may have known about such things, but no means of birth control was foolproof. Young unmarried motherless women like Mary Martin, on the other hand, probably knew nothing of birth control. And in some cases birth-control information wouldn't have helped. Alice Clifton, the sixteen-year-old slave, was "debauched" in an alley by a white man known as "fat Shaffer." Women in desperate circumstances then turned to infanticide. But in killing their infants they not only committed murder; they also asserted, symbolically at least, that a woman should not be punished for her sexuality, that she is entitled to some measure of control of her own body. Such statements challenge civil and divine authority most of all. In a patriarchal society, they are revolutionary.

In Chester, Massachusetts, a week after Abiel Converse was arrested for murdering her bastard child, a Mrs. Tyler, several years a widow and several months pregnant, ate rat poison for breakfast. She spent the day "in great agony" and, about sunset, she died. The editor of the county newspaper took a dim view of this "inconsiderate conduct," and the Reverend Mr. Bascom denounced her at the Converse execution as "an unclean and whorish woman [who] was led on by this abominable wickedness, to murder herself: deliberately, designedly, without hope of any mercy; and without desiring the good wishes or prayers of any friend whatever." Not even the Reverend Mr. Bascom.

It is hard to read the old sermons today without suspecting that men like the Reverend Mr. Bascom were more concerned with their own authority than with God's. Always they warned women to be docile and obedient. At the executions of women convicted of infanticide, the ministers harangued women about "uncleanness"; but they also warned them against the sins of lying, secrecy, anger, disobedience, hypocrisy, sullen discontent, idleness, and "gadding about" with other women. In a political context, these "sins" amount to resistance, rebellion, subversion, sabotage, coalition, and conspiracy. No wonder the preachers thundered: "The Apostle wou'd have the young women taught to be sober, discreet, Chast, Keepers at home, that the word of God be not blasphemed. . . ."

But women apparently were not keepers at home, for during the eighteenth century bastardy became such a common offense that penalties against it had to be reduced. In 1747 Benjamin Franklin's marvelous fictitious creation, Miss Polly Baker, prosecuted for bearing a fifth bastard, argued that she had done her civic duty in adding "to the king's subjects" and should have a statue erected in her honor. Franklin's satiric essay is a serious argument for distinguishing "sin" from "crime." By 1780 the Marquis de Chastellux could relate straightforwardly the story of a "deceived" Miss Dorrance in Voluntown, Connecticut, being well cared for by her family. And George Grieve, Chastellux's translator, who also had met the family, advised English readers that in America such a young woman was "pitied rather than blamed" and could "still retain all her rights in society and become a legitimate spouse and mother, though her adventure be neither unknown nor even dissimulated."

Court dockets were crowded with bastardy cases. At the Court of General Sessions of the Peace held at Springfield, Massachusetts, in May 1785, Mary Howard, a "singlewoman," appeared and "voluntarily confesse[d] herself to have been guilty of the Crime of Fornication, and that she . . . had a Female Bastard Child born of her Body on the twentieth day of January last past. . . ." Mary Howard was followed by six other women. Each made a similar confession. Each was fined six shillings and charged three shillings for costs—a little more than a week's wages for a skilled spinster. A woman who accepted her child and her shame could be rehabilitated, but a woman who took matters into her own hands could not. In the same month, the Superior Court meeting nearby at Northampton sentenced Hannah Piggin to die for concealing the death of her bastard child. It was almost as though women who committed infanticide were punished not so much for killing but for trying to put one over on the authorities.

-Ann Jones, Women Who Kill

#ann jones #american history #infanticide #patriarchy #bastardy #female oppression #womens history

[wolfiemcwolferson]

34 34 34 34 !!!

i don't care which pairing but I need to read this!!

love and kisses, immy! x

I had to go and take a deep dive for this, but the prompt here is: There's a ghost here and I'm going to date it.

I hope this is kind of what you were looking for. Piarles because it's us, Immy.

Charles is 17 when he finds out he has magic running through his veins and he fights it until he's 19 and he's failing out of university trying to control it himself before he accepts that he needs training and calls the number on that card that he stuffed in the bottom drawer in the nightstand.

And then his life turns upside down - rapidly and without any real direction.

He trades his architecture texts for books about The Warlock Rebellion of 1589 and his cell phone never works in this pocket realm where this ancient castle is. When he's not running across the campus to get to his fucking potions lessons, he's attempting to integrate himself into this magical world that he doesn't understand with people who have been friends since literal infancy and he's just.

Well, he's exhausted by it.

He's exhausted by the lying to his normal friends and trying to make nice with the magical classmates that might be his friend someday.

He's exhausted by the way the potions professor obviously thinks less of him because he's in a beginner's class.

And he's exhausted by the library not allowing him to get into the transfiguration section like it's got some personal vendetta against him.

That's probably why he snaps. It is why he snaps. Well past midnight when the librarians have left for the night and he should be at home, in the mortal world, sleeping before he has to take an exam the next afternoon, but he's here, leaning his head against a wall of wind asking to be let down one specific aisle.

"You have to ask nicely." A voice from behind says to him and Charles startles, turning to look at the...the ghost leaning against the opposite bookshelf.

He's got that transparent static look to him that all the ghosts have and he's grinning at Charles easily unlike some of the more haunted ghosts.

"It's Lucius." The ghost points behind Charles - presumably at the wall of wind. "He was a librarian in the 1800's. Big on manners. He got himself popped into another realm on accident playing with a transmutation book down that aisle so now he's a bit protective of it with new students."

Charles is blinking fast because none of the other ghosts have ever chosen to speak to him before. None of them have ever so much as looked at him.

"Lucius," the ghost says, "I've got it from here. I won't let him get eaten by anything."

Charles feels the wall of wind disappear from behind him and he blinks again. "Thank you?"

The ghost straightens up, looks Charles up and down and then kind of shoos him down the aisle. "My name is Pierre. And you can thank me by not getting eaten. You don't have to spend eternity with that overbearing asshole and I will never hear the end of it."

"I'm not going to get eaten." Charles bristles because he doesn't need the ghosts treating him like an idiot, but then Pierre starts to laugh - the sound of it electric in Charles' bones - the sound of it making the lanterns ahead flicker.

"Stick with me, new kid. I'm going to save you from yourself." And then he does some kind of flip of his wrist and the exact book Charles had written down in his notes floats down from the top shelf and into his hands. "It's been a long time since a cute boy who wasn't boring was rushing about in this place, so I'd like to savor it."

Charles feels himself blush - the ghost, making him blush - but he sits down and opens the book before the pages start to blow around and they land on again, the correct page.

"Like I said," Pierre, the cute ghost, sits down in the chair next to him, head tilted to the side, "Stick with me and I'll save you from yourself."

"Okay," Charles whispers and when Pierre starts to laugh again, the lights do that thing and he wonders just want he's getting himself into.

#this is less of a love story and more of a oh no they are idiots story #there is a lot of late night chatting and angst and charles finds out how Pierre died #and then there's a very long talk about emotions #anyway they're idiots #piarles

[iwillrememberyoumarathon]

Bangel fans, we want to hear from you! As we celebrate this year's IWRY Fic Marathon, we're getting to know each other through our Meet the Fandom series. Answer the questions here to join in.

What is your name?

a2zmom

Where do you hang out?

discord - joyous rebellion

Do you create any fan works?

I write! All can be found here on AO3

Funniest Bangel/Buffyverse moment?

I find Xander's view of Angel and Buffy in The Zeppo hysterical.

What Buffyverse opinion would have you chased through the village with pitchforks?

By the fandom in general - that Buffy and Angel loved each other, still love each other, will always love each other

By the B/A contingent - Angel did fall in love with Cordelia although I don't think it was the same kind of passion he had with Buffy

Share a headcanon you have about Bangel or the Buffyverse?

Angel was always artistic and that's what he and his father originally fought about. Also he had a lot of siblings who died in infancy plus he was not the oldest originally.

How would you have given Buffy and Angel their Happily Ever After?

Read my fic "Days of Future Past" which is currently being posted weekly. I will say no more.

Last fic you read?

The Reunion Trilogy by MCorey1317. Takes place 20 years after NFA. Very much B/A, very long and probably the best action scenes I have ever read.

Slay, Lay, Obey - Angel, Buffy, Cordelia?

Slay: Cordy

Lay: Angel

Obey: Buffy (always)

Fill in the quiz so the fandom can meet you!

#meetthefandom #bangel #buffy x angel

[beardedmrbean]

There is a story from the exodus that sticks with me: After the Israelites crossed through the Red Sea, G-d closed the waters behind them, drowning the pursuing Egyptian army. And the angels rejoiced, for the children of Israel were saved. But G-d rebuked them, saying, "Why are you celebrating? My children are dying." And the angels were ashamed, because they knew that had done wrong.

G-d does not wish the death of anyone; but rather, that they turn aside from wickedness, and live.

Had to check the scripture to see if I was remembering the rest of the story correctly.

Israelite's did sing a song of joy, and it was one of joy at the death of their enemies.

I'm not gonna put the text up, one because I see you censoring and it doesn't so out of respect for that I'll leave it be, link is there if you like.

And two because in the great Jewish tradition of asking 3 Rabbis a question and getting 5 wildly different answers, it's one of those.

I'll do a small my thoughts bit though.

That's one that runs counter to human nature, especially when you're the injured party, we want those that have harmed us to also feel what we feel, we weren't made that way but became that way when sin and rebellion entered the world because we were made with the capacity to be that way.

Big guy knows it since well creator and all, and given the history of the Hebrews after all the folks that had been in Egypt got their bit and the new generation was in and a mighty slaughter was undertaken, and several more over a few hundred years till the united kingdom of Israel.

All (most all at least) directed by the big guy, they had to go through and cast their enemies out of Canaan, at His direction, I don't think there was much joy in it happening not from on high, but setting things up takes that kind of thing, did then still does now if one can hold the territory, daesh failed mercifully but what with coups in Africa, Pakistan existing and Tibet becoming part of china, that's just kinda how the world works

In the end you're right

"G-d does not wish the death of anyone; but rather, that they turn aside from wickedness, and live."

and I really hope that it can get there, for the moment it would seem that there's those much like in the stories of Israel in its infancy and youth that only wish to corrupt and have their way.

Jewish historical precedent there is fairly clear, if we're going to approach it from a spiritual perspective at least, one would think that nobody wants war, be nice if that were true, instead right now the guys that don't really want war look to be setting up to prevent war from happening again for a while at least, which will take some killin.

As tragic and sad as that all is, so much hate.

It poisons everything.

we can and should pray for peace, always

#anonymous

[allisonreader]

This story has been a challenge and has been fighting me every step of the way. Because of that, it was giving me this feeling of not being terribly happy with it, though it’s not all that terrible. It’s just not coming off that writer high of "this is brilliant and flowing so well."

Here’s my story for the Christmas @inklings-challenge this year.

Technically it is related to my story The Hidden Royals. Particularly last year’s inklings story The Hidden Royals; The Spark, but it should be completely stand alone as well.

A Hidden Christmas

As Silvertide ended and Icecrowning began he found himself wondering how much longer King Roland's reign would last.

The rebellion had only been growing stronger in recent months. Though it had been started from the infancy of Roland’s reign.

They had lost many people in those early days before they went underground.

That said; Icecrowning was typically a more dangerous time of the year, due to the fact that it withheld the season of Christmas. Which couldn’t be openly celebrated due to Roland's stance on practicing Christianity was a crime punishable by death.

It made life hard. Although he and his family managed to keep it quiet, like their participation in the rebellion. A rebellion that was soon to come out of the shadows; but not until after Christmas.

For now, the poor boy who started the strengthening of the rebellion would be stuck in the cell across from Daniel. While his family was surely worrying about him.

He had gotten to know the young man; the stable boy, from the Shadefenian Royal Stables, fairly well since he was incarcerated at the end of Amberswell.

He had been on duty; sitting outside of Daniel’s cell, on the wooden chair that had been provided; due to his age, when the boy had been brought in.

News about the boy had spread before he had even stepped into the country. That he was being brought before Roland because he looked like a Ravenswood; though there was no definitive proof one way or another. Without that proof, Roland couldn’t completely condemn the young man. Not that that had stopped Roland before.

Which is why the young man; James Wood, had a cell across from Daniel and was on occasion interrogated about where his family was.

James stuck to his story, even when Roland had him whipped or otherwise turned violent. His resolve was strong.

Especially since he had admitted to him, that he was exactly who Roland thought he was and that his parents and older siblings were still alive.

Rumours that he might have confirmed to the rebellion. Of which helped add to its strength.

They had even managed to get a hold of Theodore. He would be sneaking into the country after the holidays to help lead and take back his country and son. Until that point, he went into work and watched young James shiver in cold while he and Daniel talked about the days under King Edgar’s rule with the boy.

Before he knew it, Christmas was upon them; and he worked.

His wife loaded his pockets with as many little Christmas goodies as she could. The previous day, he had stopped by to see Daniel's wife and pick up a letter from her. Which he had done before his family’s small meal together. They’d sneak a couple more of those type of meals in throughout the next few days. But, for now it was time to get to work.

"Merry Christmas Daniel, James." He greeted them.

"It’s Christmas?" James asked blinking a couple of times.

"Yes it is. Unfortunately though, it’s a banned celebration here. Anything more than a quiet mention could end up with me joining you in one of these cells."

"Really?" Was the next hesitant question from the young man. He came over to 'check' the lock on the cell and slipped James a handful of the homemade sweets that were in his pockets.

"Unfortunately yes, if the wrong person were to hear or come across such a celebration, those participating could be arrested if not executed. Many a Christian has ended up in the noose or lost their head. Depending upon how Roland feels. Terribly horrible thing. So the day and season are greatly ignored these days. In the sake and name of safety and what not. I only dare speak of it, because I know the men on duty won’t spread word of what’s being spoken of, if they were to check and overhear."

He moved away from James' cell and went over to Daniel’s. Giving him a couple sweets as well.

"I managed to bring a letter from your wife in." He handed the letter through the bars.

"Thank you. How are they?"

"She and the kids are doing well. They’re all healthy and remaining safe."

"Thank the Lord on this Sacred day."

"Indeed."

He went and sat down on his chair and helped himself to one of his own sweets. James came close to the bars of his cell, with his eyebrows furrowed slightly and jaw tense.

"Would it be dangerous to speak about what it used to be like?" The boy asked.

"Possibly, but I think for the day we can risk it," he answered.

"What was it like then? Before the day was banned?"

"Busy," Daniel laughed.

"Eventful," he agreed.

"There were feasts and the royal family would spend a few days throughout the season going around doing charity work. They would give each and everyone one of us who worked in and around the castle a present. A treat from the kitchens, often made by your family themselves, something practical that was needed and toys for families who had kids. Your father and grandfather gave my kids their presents in person the last year before his high and mighty took over," Daniel said.

"Time off was arranged for everyone for at least a day or two extra. More if they could get away with it," he said.

"What else was there?"

"Oh, too many things to tell you in a place like this. What did your parents tell you about their traditions?" he asked.

"That they never really got the chance to make any of them their own, before being forced to create ones from scratch."

"Well, one of those traditions that used to happen today, was that any of us who were working on the day, were invited to bring in our family and that’s when they would give us all gifts. Beyond that, they would sit down and share a meal with us. Sharing the work of the preparation and the clean up. Then the doors would be opened to anyone who might need a meal and a chance to warm up," Daniel said.

He straightened in his chair and hushed the pair of them, their meals were being brought, making it no longer safe to talk. For the rest of his shift Christmas wasn’t mentioned.

The next day on his shift, poor James was removed from his cell to be beaten again while being interrogated. The poor boy came back bruised and shivering harder than ever. None of them dared to bring up the topic of Christmas again.

🎄🎄🎄

I’m calling it complete, whether it is or not. I had wanted to do this whole thing with Wilson’s wife (the guard's wife) sneaking in to visit her husband, but actually being there to visit Daniel and James an bring them each a small blanket, hiding them as shawls to get them in. But, that was happening. So here’s this in the state that it is.

#inklings challenge #Christmas inklings challenge #inklingschristmaschallenge #genre: secondary world #the hidden royals #a hidden Christmas #story: complete