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kanerallels · 2 months

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A little late but! Some Kanera for @monthly-challenge Februfluff day 16: caretaking

Ever since Malachor, Kanan had spent a lot of time up at odd hours. A combination of nightmares, lingering pain from his wounds, and painkillers had seen him up in the wee hours of the morning while he was recovering. Even now that things were getting back to normal, he still woke up at random hours.

Some nights he went back to sleep. Others he meditated, either in his room or out on the far edge of the base.

And other nights, like tonight, the restless energy was too much for him. So he got up, slipping out of his room quietly so as to not wake any of the others on board the Ghost.

Kanan’s goal was the kitchen, as it usually was. Sometimes he’d make caf or tea, other times he’d make himself something to eat. Ezra had joined him a few times lately, so as he made his way down the hallway, he listened carefully.

He didn’t hear anything immediately. But as he entered the lounge, he sensed a familiar presence, and it wasn’t Ezra.

“Hera?” he asked, keeping his voice low as he frowned.

“Kanan?” Surprise colored her voice, and he heard her set down what sounded like a datapad. “What are you doing up?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” Kanan said, crossing the room to stand in front of the table she was sitting at. Letting his fingertips brush the tabletop, grounding himself, he said, “Is it the same for you, or have you just not gone to sleep yet?”

Her hesitation answered the question for him, and Kanan held back a wince. Hera had always had a habit of working long hours, from the first day he’d met her. It had only grown worse since they’d joined the Rebellion. And these days it had reached a fever pitch. “When was the last time you got a full night’s sleep?” he asked.

“When was the last time you did?” Hera countered, and Kanan couldn’t hold back a grin.

“That’s different,” he said. “I’m at least trying. You’ve been up since crazy early this morning— you need rest, Hera. We need you operating at your best.”

He heard her sigh— a sigh that he recognized well. It was the stubborn one, that meant she had no intentions of listening to him. “What we need is more people in this Rebellion. Until then, I’m what we’ve got. The longer I let these things slide, the worse it’ll get.”

She’s definitely not gonna listen to me. Plan B, then. “Okay,” Kanan said with a sigh. “I’m going to make something to drink. You want something?”

“Yes, please,” Hera murmured, her voice distracting as she tapped at her datapad. Already back to work. Kanan grimaced as he headed into the kitchen. This wasn’t going to be easy.

It took him a few minutes to locate the kettle— someone had moved it from its usual place. Filling it with water, he set it on the stove and started sorting through the tea boxes in the cupboard.

Sabine had recently gone through the cupboards and relabelled everything. She’d used a Morse code inspired system of raised dots and dashes, so Kanan could still read the labels. It was still taking a little getting used to, but it certainly helped with baking. Or, in this case, locating tea.

It wasn’t long before he found the teabags he was looking for— Chandrilan tea, fairly well known for its soothing quality that helped with sleeplessness. Leaving them on the counter, he grabbed two mugs from the cupboard just as the kettle started to whistle. He was pretty certain that he’d gotten the right mugs— he and Hera had drunk caf together enough times that blind or not, Kanan would know the shape and feeling of her favorite one in his hand anywhere.

Setting them down, he carefully filled them with hot water from the kettle, and added the teabags. Leaving them to steep for a while, he went to the other side of the kitchen and started digging through the fridge. While it wasn’t absolutely necessary to his plan, Kanan was pretty sure it had been a while since Hera had eaten— thinking back, he didn’t remember her being there with them at dinner. Internally, he cursed. I’ve been way too distracted lately. That stops now.

He almost got out the ingredients for waffles— but if he did, there was no way Ezra wouldn’t be out here in less than five minutes. His apprentice had an uncanny ability to sense when Kanan was making waffles, and the last thing he needed was more people up right now. The current goal was to get Hera to sleep, not keep her awake longer.

So instead, he pulled out a container of leftover chicken pot pie and heated that up. Filling a bowl with it, he stopped to collect their two mugs and a fork, and headed back out to the lounge.

Hera was still absorbed in her datapad, and didn’t notice as Kanan set the bowl, then the mug in front of her. Kanan paused for a minute, then said, “Hera?”

“Hmm?” Her voice was distracted, and Kanan sighed.

“Sorry about this.” Reaching out, he plucked the datapad out of her hands.

“Wha— Kanan!”

Tucking the pad under his arm, Kanan reached out with the other hand and pushed the bowl in front of her. “Eat,” he said firmly. “And have some tea. I’ll give it back when you’ve finished.”

“Kanan—”

“Hera,” Kanan said, his voice a little more forceful. “Just do it.”

There was a brief pause, and Kanan could picture the struggle in Hera’s eyes. Finally, she let out a long sigh. “Fine. But I’m getting back to work after that.”

Kanan chose not to comment on that. Instead, he settled next to her with his own mug. Listening to the sound of the fork clinking against the bowl, he sipped his tea, letting the silence settle around them.

It was a little while before Hera spoke. “Thank you,” she said quietly.

Kanan smiled into his mug. “Any time, Hera. Have you drunk your tea yet?”

Letting out a huff, Hera said, “You know, you’re awfully hover-y tonight, Master Jedi.”

“Making up for lost time, Captain Hera.”

“I’m glad.” Her response was softer, a little warmer, and Kanan felt her shift a little closer to him, shoulder bumping against his.

There was a brief silence, then Hera said, “So, what’s it gonna take for me to get that datapad back?”

Kanan laughed. “Tell you what. You drink your tea, and I'll let you have your datapad back.”

“Datapad first,” Hera said. “And don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing, dear. It’s not going to work.”

Handing her the pad, Kanan said innocently, “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Uh-huh.”

As Hera leaned forward, picking up the mug of tea, Kanan slid nearer to her, closing the distance between them. She didn’t protest, nestling in the crook of his shoulder with a quiet sigh. Kanan wrapped her arm around her shoulders, and they settled into an easy silence.

The next little while passed by peacefully, with Hera working at her datapad and Kanan keeping her company. However, as time ticked by and Hera finished her tea, he could sense her getting more and more tired. The sound of her tapping at the datapad was less frequent, and he heard her stifle multiple yawns.

Gently, he brushed his fingertips up and down her arm, a repetitive, soothing stroke that was sure to lull her to sleep. It was one of his most surefire tactics, and it didn’t disappoint. Kanan felt her head bump against his shoulder before pulling upwards again. “I know what you’re doing,” she mumbled, her voice heavy with sleepiness.

Silently, Kanan reached out with the Force just in time to catch the datapad that slipped from Hera’s fingers. “I know,” he murmured as her head dropped against his shoulder. “You can yell at me tomorrow.”

“Sounds good.” Her words trailed off into an incomprehensible hum, and Kanan smiled. It was only seconds later that he felt her breathing even out into the slow rhythm of sleep.

“Sleep well, Captain Hera,” he whispered, pressing a kiss against her temple before closing his own eyes. He had a feeling nightmares wouldn’t bother him here.

#star wars rebels #swr #kanan jarrus #hera syndulla #kanera #februfluff2024 #caretaking #day 16 #writing stories is a kind of magic too

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withinkandquill · 1 month

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//Made my own pin display!

#🪶 • mun things | writing stories is a kind of magic too •

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field-s-of-flowers · 1 year

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The inclusion of Hermes as a father figure rather than a narrator in Hadestown is the single best thing Anaïs Mitchell could possibly have done for the framing of her story in this essay I will-

#Soph’s posts #Hadestown #because!!! Because when Hermes is involved in the story it completely reshapes the way it’s being told!!!#He’s a character AND a narrator. The story is being told by somebody inside it #Because it’s not just a story even to those that know it’s a story. It’s both a life lived and a tale told.#The narrator is the thing that connects us to any story because without one we wouldn’t HAVE a story #And having a narrator who is also a character and is AWARE of that dual role integrates the audience brilliantly #As opposed to off-broadway when Hermes is inherently separate from the narrative or characters #He’s telling the story without being any kind of invested in it or doing anything to change it #Damon and Nabiyah’s Hadestown IS like a myth because it’s a story being presented by Hermes the showman #But Reeve and Eva’s Hadestown is closer to the audience because of Hermes’s closeness with Orpheus #And Orpheus is changed by Hermes’s new roles as well!!!#When he has a father figure to prompt him and help him he develops this otherworldly innocence #Which fits him much better than the separation between his magic and his personality #With Hermes pushing the story Orpheus goes from ignoring the world to not knowing it’s there #Like in come home with me where “don’t come on too strong” makes “come home with me” way sweeter #Damon’s Orpheus and his narrative would be way closer to Reeve’s if he had Andre’s Hermes #Damn I really did write an essay huh

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kirbyddd · 1 year

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#school rumble #i could write an essay on it #actually i have #one of the most powerful stories ever written gah it drives me crazy that it comes in such a strange package #the story so powerful the animation team rejected the manga's bs to give the characters the finale they deserved #even though they were forced to retcon it in the final 2 episodes to push for another season #literally they just end the story on episode 19 and hard pivot to movie parody skits/vacation specials for the rest of the episodes #it's magical #until the episode 25 does the ''ohhh nooo they forgot the whole thing and put us right back where we started uh oh whoops''#''awww looks like we're gonna have to have another season''#literally #anyway if i ever start feeling emotions im probably going to start school rumble posting and never stop #schoolrum's so stupid you can only appreciate it emotionally #it's not like nichijou where theres still all this artistry and richness you can still engage with if youre cut off heartwise #i didnt even have emotions when i first watched it but it was still powerful enough to make a visceral impact #but at this point im just too far gone i need a bit of heartspace before i can have any chance of actually registering any of it again #<- finally caved and posted a schoolrum rant after like 5 and a half years on here #its the kind of series that lurks forgotten for years at a time #until one day it jumps out and grabs you and refuses to let go until you rewatch it again #best dub in history btw you didnt know english localization and voice acting could be this good #knocks the original japanese out of the park and truly ties everything together #nichijou japanese and school rumble english are the two best animation dubs of all time

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cursedchildofchaos · 5 months

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#polls #magic in stories #writing #i put other cuz i like them all lol #it depends on the story for me #oh i like when it represents who they are or when it's represents hope too but that kind falls into belief

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coldercreation · 1 year

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The Gannet (WIP) - Moodboard & Notes

" By today’s way of thinking, showing no fear of humans ought to be an endearing, if rare quality among wild species. Not so in the past. If a gannet’s nest site could be reached, the young of our largest seabird was easily seized and killed. This naive trust led Carl Linnaeus to classify its genus as Morus, ancient Greek for ‘stupid’.

The same unfearing nature is found in the gannet’s close relative, booby. The English name "booby" was possibly based on the Spanish slang term bobo, meaning "stupid”, as these tame birds had a habit of landing on board sailing ships, where they were easily captured and eaten. "

" Encountering a gannet is good luck, especially for someone who is about to undertake a voyage. Gannets spend long stretches of their lives at sea, diving from impressive heights onto shoals of fish and squid below. A gannet encounter can indicate a thirst for adventure as well as an inner fortitude that allows one to weather whatever storms may come. In addition, encountering a gannet may be a sign to take heart and have courage. Gannets must trust themselves to stay aloft over miles and miles of roiling sea. Furthermore, when the time is right these birds take death-defying plunges into the foamy waves. Encountering a gannet may be a sign to trust your instincts or to “take the plunge” and courageously dive into whatever challenge life sends your way. "

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The Gannet

The dull sting of a thin walking stick—nothing but a rod, in all honesty—whacked across the center of ??s back, his spine jerking upright in an instant. The hit wasn’t that hard. He knew it could’ve been worse, knew it had been worse in the past.

“Stop being nosy, and sit up proper, for heaven’s sake,” Mrs Malcolm(??) scolded drily.

Biting on his tongue ?? made sure to have his chin raised just right, his shoulders back and chest firmly held. With effortless dignity, poised, polished, polite. The exact way that had been drilled into him over and over, since before he had even known how to walk.

“That’s better. See, we all know you know how.”

Of course he knew. How could he not?

Regardless, the questions held silently, childishly, under his tense tongue were:

Did knowing how to do it mean that he had to do it?

And:

What if he, simply, didn’t want to do it?

And:

Did it matter what he did or did not want?

These were all questions ?? had been taught not to ask. Had been whacked by Mrs Malcolm’s walking stick for asking; had been scolded and scorned and shamed for asking.

Such aimless curiosity was unbecoming for a young gentleman like him. Curiosity, for things that the society—and thus, his family—deemed inappropriate.

Or, unimportant.

Or, below his station.

Or, reckless.

For someone like ??, who sometimes genuinely believed that curiosity was the very thing that kept his blood warm, it was nearing torture to constantly be told to focus, to stop asking questions, to do as you are told.

Where on the everloving Earth was the spark in that?

The walking stick snapped down over his pin straight shoulders.

“Hopeless!” Mrs Malcolm declared. The crow’s feet around her eyes looked unhappy, as usual. ?? blinked up at his disappointed tutor, forcefully dragging his attention to the present moment.

The book in front of him still showed the very same page from before, his progress practically nonexistent.

It was no surprise, then, that Mrs Malcolm’s walking stick was so overtly excited and active today.

“Could we not learn about something… Something less… Ah, stiff?” ?? enquired, knowing full well that he shouldn’t.

Mrs Malcolm whacked at the table top, by the book, and too close to comfort when it came to where ??s fingers rested.

?? curled his hand into a careful fist.

“Yes, Mrs Malcolm,” he said, holding back a sigh. Young men of his station weren’t to be caught huffing and puffing, it was unsightly and unattractive.

?? pulled the book slightly closer, eyes dragging sorely over the text. Endless flowery cursive moaning about old failed techniques used in even older failed wars.

Silently, to himself, ?? thought that all wars were failed wars.

Thus, perhaps, failed was his war against…

This.

#WIPs #Drafts #Posting in the hopes that it will magically write itself #Original Work #So yeah #I am trying to write other stuff than CYE too #but all writing's been on hold recently bc inspiration is nowhere to be seen #I posted here forever ago that id like to write a piratey oceany princely historic-y fantasy-y #thing #and it's not really all that but its something like that #except it's not anything at all yet really bc I haven't written much l #lmao #as you can see #I don't even have names or anything #and I don't have the story #but kind of have a vibe?#and some themes?#and atmosphere?#and some ideas for the fantasy mythology whateveritshouldbecalled worldbuilding #but yeh #I hate posting anything anywhere that is not 100% complete bc I honestly don't know #if I'll ever write this or complete it #but it's boring when no one else sees any of this crap #especially! if I never end up posting it #so yeah #The Gannet #WIP #writing #WRITERS BLOCK #sdfghm

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elizabeth-dicewielder · 9 months

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Big fan of when stories provide no justification/explanation for why main characters have unique, insanely powerful abilities. The writer(s) really just said “Well of course they can do that, they’re my specialist little character. It makes perfect sense.” And they’re right

#okay i made this in a joke form because i do find it funny #but like i unoronically think this is a good writing technique #like. sometimes people are just uniquely special for no reason #people with perfect pitch #people who can do insanely complicated math in their head #i know someone who can perfectly cut a card deck in half or thirds just by feel #sometimes things just don’t need an explanation!#and having your main character have this special ability for no apparent reason #really makes it clear WHY they’re the main character #like of course they’re the main character. they’re the only one who can do that. who else could the story possibly be about?#and it allows them to be obviously the main character without any kind of prophecy or clear-cut chosen one #there are definitely some cases where this does not work #like it works when the world has magic but only the main character can do a specific kind of magic #but it doesn’t work if they’re the only one in the world who has any magic #like. if you’re not gonna provide any explanation it has to be within reason imo #anyway #i wrote this about echo from dollhouse lol #but obviously it works for a lot of other characters too #nimona is a good example of this

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oldtvandcomics · 1 year

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The real problem with BBC Merlin is, that while being a semi-coherent mess with half a million abandoned plotlines and absolutely no mythological accuracy whatsoever, it is also the exact kind of story my brain tends to fabricate when left to its own devices. Which makes it absolutely impossible for me to get rid of.

#BBC Merlin is the perfect fairy-tale set-up #too perfect #you have a castle and a prince and a princess and a clever servant who would do anything for the prince #and magic and knights and fun creatures #and a big mysterious forest and magic places to discover #also everyone is gay #so yeah #hits all my soft spots #minus the 'Star Trek style spaceship with people on it' one #duh #so if you just tell my brain to come up with some kind of story #with no further specifications re setting or style #it will most likely have these exact same elements or at least some number of them #I'm not even sure how much of it is coincidence and how much Merlin being a direct influence #but yeah it's a Thing #personal #My writing #BBC Merlin

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chloecorvid · 2 years

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hi so uh... I don’t usually post my art or animations here anymore but I had a really rough week this last couple days, and so drew vent art for the first time in what feels like months or even years. I usually try not to let myself draw vent stuff because it just pulls me in deeper and it becomes a bad spiral, but I managed to make this one... somber in a good way lmao.

on a lighter note--this is a character of mine, Cinnamon, and she’s the main character of the comic I’m working on! I expect the story to start being ready to post online by the end of the year, but I’m aiming for like... october or november? idk yet. we’ll see what this summer has in store for the production process.

for more info on it and/or more of my art & animations, feel free to follow me on insta!! ✌️

#chloecorvid #animation #ocs #those sweet satyrs #original character #webcomic #fantasy #satyr #for those wondering about it--my comic is about a fantasy world with a hard magic system and all creatures/magic is based around food #not like 'okay go cake blast!' but more like... all the birds are based on different kinds of bread #because i like puns and alliterations #anywayssss this is my girl Cinnamon Rolleti--she runs a bakery and is chosen to go defeat a magically corrupted king before everyone dies :)#and that's book 1. i hope i can get a lot more out of this story because i have HUGE plans for this thing #i spent the better part of a year writing the first book and now im starting to draw it!! its really dear to me and i hope ppl like it too

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isabelguerra · 1 year

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i dont have an actual name for it but depressed college au is probably one of my favorites. i dont really care for the adults in paranatural and thinking about how the activity club/others might grow up and continue their lives is so much more interesting to me

#i started reading this comic when i was 15? i think? and now im recently 23. i cant really say i relate or want to relate to 12 year olds an #y more. and yeah i prefer a lot more nuance and complexity when crafting+ reading stories #but when your protags are 12. well. yeah pass #pnats adults are fine but the kids are the ones i have any actual emotional interest or compulsion towards #so when i write something that might be less 'yippee whimsical wacky adventures' and the options are spender and zarei. again theyre fine bu #t i dont really care enough about spender and zarei #but i still want to write about adults you know. BEING 12 was hard enough you could not PAY me to go back into that headspace #honestly thats actually why most of wizard au takes place in their later school years #like you know those aged up mob psycho 100 aus. where mob is like a fireman and ritsu is an english major and theyre not exactly having epic #adventures anymore but theyre coming into themselves etc. god. thats the stuff 2 me #i used to hate aged up aus as a teenager bc i thought it was the author/artists excuse to put kids in weird situations. and idk considering #it was 2015. yeah fair. but i do think i get it now. teenage years are hard and theres a certain part of that hardness that i love. things #like growing up [from a 17yo perspective] and people you love going to college and trying to find yourself and dealing w friends and fear #for the future. THOSE are the kind of teen stories i like reading about. but when you start getting tired and mellowing out and things that #come with the end of college and grad school and growing up [from a 22yos perspective] is similar. but its more somber. youre older now #when the protagonists become people. thats what i like #wizard au is fun as a huge intense magical adventure project but depressed college au is just like. where i can project.#drinking an entire pack of mikes hard lemonade by myself and lying on the floor talking to friends about how im scared and pushing myself #towards a career that i love but dont know i can achieve. friends leaving. getting an apartment for the first time. and the second and #the third. that feels better when i can sit down and go 'okay. someday isabel will do this too. i might not understand. my friends might not #understand. nobody could understand and i could be alone. but max woke up with a hangover today and i know what that feels like' etc #idk just feels better. taking your favorite characters with you while you go through things. by which i mean #'taking my favorite characters and making them go through things'#you want them to be safe and happy and having fun. i want them to feel fear. we both know what we want from fiction and treasure each #depressed college au

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orcelito · 2 years

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magic prince au is smth ive alluded to a few times. it’s an akeshu fic i was planning for like a Month before randomly getting the urge to write a soulmate fic & starting discacc instead. & ultimately it was a good thing i did, bc magic prince au is a bit too ambitious for what my writing level was like at the start of discacc, but i still do wanna write it at some point

general concept being kinda like a combination dragon age magic setup / perception formed to fit a persona series elements style. oh also some fire emblem influence lol. just mash it all together

mages naturally born, very powerful & very feared, forced to work for the government or else hunted down. late bloomer akira finds himself thrust into a world of politics he barely understands & sent to learn about his magic at this government sanctioned academy. and oh lookie there, it’s the crown prince, who is Also a magic user (for reasons) and is Public Servant Number One because of it & his specific type of magic (spoiler, he has more than one type of magic, but only one is public).

they meet, bullshit ensues

honestly the concept is just rly interesting to me. just the excuse for me to play around with magic and some Real fucked up themes (like some points of discacc but All The Time). it would be Lots of fun

#speculation nation #magic prince au #also some inspiration from my uh. dragon age rp thing i had back in like 2016 #in terms of the specific flavor of how magic works #ive thought a LOT about the interaction of bless vs curse and What those magics even are #and they both fuck goro up in very different ways. and i want SO badly to write this au #but it's the kind of thing that i would want to be my main focus. and i cannot switch focuses like that until i finish discacc #so it remains in the nebulous state of 'someday i will write this' after i finish discacc #the good news is my writing gets better and better with every chapter i post. so like. when i DO write it #im hoping it'll be fucking Amazing #if u have read this far pls tell me what u think. if u message me i might just give u more details #i have like basically the entire plot thought out lmao. it's kinda ambitious but not as long as discacc will be.#a more succinct story. is the goal.#pls ask me questions about it actually ive been silent about it for too long. it's my BABY i want to talk about it. ps #pls *

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kanerallels · 16 days

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My first contribution to Spring Fling, run by @monthly-challenge!

Day 2: Green

Fandom: Star Wars Rebels

Pairing: Kanan Jarrus x Hera Syndulla

Had it been any other person, any other encounter, any other voice, Kanan probably would have just brushed it off and moved on.

Bumping into some stranger in the hall of the VA? That was normal enough. Getting around with about 75 percent of his vision gone was something he was still getting used to, and the building was pretty full on an average day.

So when he bumped into someone while leaving a meeting he’d been at, Kanan caught himself quickly. “Sorry,” he said, stepping back to let whoever it was by.

“No worries,” they said— she said. It was a woman’s voice, and the very sound of it rooted Kanan to the ground, speechless.

He’d been alive for 25 years, fought in a war, lost people he loved, and made a variety of highly questionable decisions. And in that time, Kanan had seen and heard a lot, both ugly and beautiful.

This voice? It blew all of them away. Both gentle and firm, with a musical quality that sent warmth through his bones and made his heart skip a beat. It was absolutely exquisite, and Kanan knew, without a doubt, that he absolutely had to know the woman it came from.

She was already walking away, towards the elevator, by the time Kanan recovered enough to come to this conclusion. And by the time he’d started to move or speak or do anything, the elevator door was already sliding shut.

All he’d seen, with what was left of his vision, was a bright, vibrant flash of green.

From a shirt or a scarf, or something else entirely? Kanan didn’t know. All he knew was that the color was burned indelibly into his memory, and that he definitely needed to find out who that woman was.

He took the stairs, but when he made it to the lobby a floor below, the woman was long gone, leaving behind the memory of her voice. Kanan bit back a frustrated growl. Don’t worry, he told himself. If she was at the VA, it was for a reason. Which means I might bump into her again.

So he stayed calm, and headed out. Unfortunately, he was late for lunch with his friend Zeb thanks to his searching. The burly man was waiting in the usual booth at their favorite diner when Kanan made it.

“Oh, thanks for bothering to show up,” he said as Kanan slid into the seat across from him.

“Sorry,” Kanan said with a grimace. “I didn’t think I was going to be that late. But I— got distracted, and then the cab had to take a detour thanks to some accident. Did you order already?”

“I waited like ten minutes, but then I got bored,” Zeb said with a good-natured snort. He wasn’t the type to hold a grudge over one being late. “What exactly distracted you so much you forgot about lunch with your best mate?”

“I didn’t forget,” Kanan corrected. “I just got distracted, like I said.” The waitress approached, and Kanan ordered. He and Zeb had been coming to the diner since long before he’d lost his vision, and the menu was ingrained in his memory.

As were the staff, for that matter, and Kanan frowned as the waitress walked away. “We don’t know her, do we?”

“Nope,” Zeb said, slurping from his drink. “Some Russian kid Quinlan picked up. Now, are you being evasive, or am I going nuts?”

Kanan hesitated, then admitted, “You’re not going nuts. I was distracted by… someone I met. She and I bumped into each other in the hall—”

“Ohhh,” Zeb said, and Kanan didn’t need to see him to know a smirk was stretching across his face. “She?”

“It’s not like that!” Kanan protested, then paused. “Well… it is a little. But it’s not like I had enough time for anything to happen.”

He recapped the incident for Zeb, lingering just a little on what he remembered of the woman. Especially her voice— he probably lingered a little too long on that.

“Right,” Zeb said as the waitress reappeared, carrying both of their meals. “So you fell head over heels for this girl you met one time, and you’re gonna do what about it?”

Kanan shrugged. “Find her, I guess? Thanks,” he added as the waitress set his sandwich in front of him, along with his drink. “How hard could it be? I just need to talk to all the women in Lothal City until I find one that sounds—”

“Like an angel from your dreams?” Zeb said, snickering as he took a bite from his burger.

“I was going to say familiar,” Kanan said, scowling at him.

The man chuckled. “Sure, mate. Well, you’ve got the VA to start with. Maybe ask Piett. He and Veers know everyone around there, and if they don’t know her, they’ll know someone who does.”

“Good point,” Kanan said, his heart lightening a little. Veers was his former CO, and between him and his best friend Piett, they had a handle on pretty much everything that went on in both the VA and Lothal City. (Although it helped that Piett’s sister in law was a state senator.) After their meal, Kanan headed home planning to speak to them the next day.

He didn’t have to wait that long.

While he knew it made him something of a stereotype, Kanan liked to stop at the same diner every morning before work. He’d been going there for years, and the owner, Quinlan Vos, had been close with his mother. So he could usually count on cheap— or free, depending on if Vos’s wife was there— coffee, and a decent breakfast.

What he hadn’t counted on, however, when he stepped inside, was finding someone in his usual booth. In fact, Kanan had been expecting it so little that he’d sat down before he realized someone was sitting across from him.

“Oh— sorry,” he said, starting to slide out of his seat.

“No apologies necessary.”

Kanan froze. That was the voice— warm, slightly amused and curious, and stunningly gorgeous. And, as he gave her a proper look, there was the green. Her hair, by the looks of things. It was unexpected, and fit her well. Really well, he thought.

“Do we know each other?” she asked, her voice thoughtful. “You look familiar.”

For a moment, Kanan couldn’t speak. A long moment, as it turned out, because she asked, “You speak English?”

“Words fail me.”

There was no mistaking her smile, gentle and wry, as she said, “So they do.”

Recover, Jarrus. Pull yourself together. “Um.” Not a strong start. “We, uh, we actually met the other day,” he told her. “Bumped into each other at the VA— literally.”

“That’s right,” she said. “Which is why you sat down next to me?”

Kanan couldn’t help himself— he laughed. “Believe it or not, this is a complete coincidence. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad it happened. But this is my favorite spot, at my favorite diner.”

It’s almost like fate, the unhelpfully romantic side of his brain whispered.

He elected not to say that part out loud.

“Well, you may as well stay, then,” she told him serenely. “I’m Hera.”

“Kanan.”

“Nice to meet you, Kanan.”

A smile crossing his face, Kanan said, “Trust me, the pleasure is all mine.”

#springfling2024 #star wars rebels #swr #kanan jarrus #hera syndulla #kanera #garazeb orrelios #modern au #writing stories is a kind of magic too

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withinkandquill · 2 days

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//So…I’m going back to school! Decided to go into education so I can teach nursing when my contract with this patient ends. :) But that means my time here is going to be more limited again, so I think I’m going to reformat my blogs and return to the multimuse for now. I’ll probably be doing a good-sized muse purge too, but I’m not 100% sure what that’s gonna look like yet. More news on that to come, I guess.

#🪶 • mun things | writing stories is a kind of magic too •

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checkyesifulikeme · 2 years

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books i’m most excited 2 get my hands on+read:

- you made a fool of death with your beauty by akwaeke emezi

- the master and margarita by mikhail bulgakov

- the girl who fell beneath the sea by axie oh

- ants on the melon by virginia hamilton adair

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#edit: removed the girl who fell beneath the sea ): LOL there goes me giving fantasy a try #the reviews made it sound like the characters were more surface-level/action oriented and that the writing lacked descriptive world building #which bummed me outtttt bc i thought i finally found a fantasy novel that i wanted to rly submerge myself in FINALLY #& i previewed the first few pages and yeah the writing is kind of bland which i can’t take regardless of how good the story itself is #Beep.#i want non-YA watery magical spellbindingly descriptive fantasy is that 2 much to ask..#the premise of the story sounded so gooooood too i’m sad #spirited away type beat #)^: oh well #m

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