#ok but what would be a good crack ship for Hera

[sarafangirlart]

There is this Egyptian tradition where Rhea is married to Ammon (not identified as Kronos) and it’s so funny to me like that’s literally and ancient crack ship. Like imagine if I shipped Hera with Sett or something.

The source is Diodorus Siculus btw

[phoenixcatch7]

Okay so I saw this post about dark percy (really him reaching his Limit and fighting full strength with everything he had) and I was imagining the potential fallout of that. Pretty bad, as you can guess.

The thing is a lot of percys strongest moments happen out of view of the olympians, especially in hoo. The hurricane atop the glacier in alaska, the poison scene in tartarus, bending the depression river and the one in the palace of nyx.

Stuff like the St Helens eruption got him washed up on an inescapable island literally removed from reality until calypso gave him the OK, the achillies curse he got tricked into losing by hera. Smaller moments, the minotaur, fighting ares, the stolen pirate ship, walking on water vs hyperion, freshwater sources, him knowing both Latin and Greek, they're more easily brushed off or at least mostly due to cunning, sword skills and sheer luck and grit.

But basically the olympians don't actually know the full extent of percys strength and divine power. They have hints - percy standing on the throne, winning against ares, his many victories - but what they aren't willing to brush aside in the heat of (an important) battle there have been pretty strong consequences for.

Heck, just look at Frank, he's no prodigy with weapons, he's polite and respectful, but his distant relation to two olympians letting him inherit shapeshifting earned him direct divine meddling and his life force tied to a hunk of half toasted firewood. Man is a honey bear with lactose intolerance and he was punished with a mythical death curse for being too strong.

If Percy's true strength came out, he would risk losing everything. His freedom, most certainly. If he wasn't straight up executed he might wind up in a Greek myth style imprisonment, the way of atlas, prometheus, calypso, or something like the myriad of ways Greek heroes met their end. Good scenario he survives a dozen curses and gets on with life with a dozen new disabilities, best case scenario he's stripped of every inch of divine power and dropped back to the mortal world, not even clear sighted. Total separation from the Greeks and Romans. Oh, annabeth would marry him either way, and his friends would hardly abandon him despite the gods wishes, but they'd hardly be able to see him, and no long range contact without the ability to IM him or vice versa.

All of that to say Percy is hiding his true strength from the gods themselves - maybe not consciously, and it's not even power he particularly wants - but if they ever find out?

It's game over.

But why is he so strong? I don't know. What I do know is that the half bloods of the books are so much stronger than the ones of myth. Used to be that divine blood would get you divine favour and a great fate whether you liked it or not. Maybe some cunning and bow skills. A spot of spell casting if you were really lucky. Achillies got his curse after he was born, Perseus had a dozen magic artifacts, orpheus had something going on but hercules is to my knowledge an outlier. Now? Everyone in camp has some special power. Flight, fire, necromancy, hypnotism, dream walking etc. However it's happening, half bloods are slowly but surely getting a lot, lot stronger every century that passes. Meta? I mean I guess. But.

What no one has done before is something that their godly parent couldn't.

Except.

Except Percy.

Except Percy, in tartarus, at his mental, emotional and physical limit, controlling poison with his mind, overpowering the goddess of poison in her home, making misery choke on misery. Feeling something in his chest crack. Doing something poseidon could not, and doing it better than the person who could.

Down there, hidden away from the gods, he evolved. For that brief moment, he did something, was something new.

And that was how the gods overthrew the titans.

And that's why they must never find out.

[laurelslegacy]

Just Soup

Moving back with my family has had some very positive things. I'm sobering up and my nephew (cosplays Ezra) came over to watch over me. I just had Zeb sick instead even though in the actual art... ah i question that now. anyhow per Zeb and Ezra interaction with a Rebels twist: Just Soup rated G, Dont like, dont read. time period is just after Kanan was blinded by Maul. and yeah spelling and grammar are not my strong suit but there's writing in voice and writing "properly". no Beta we die like clones.

Ezra screwed his eyes shut and put his hand over his ears. This is -exactly- what he never -ever- wanted to hear. Sure it was early morning but even he…“GAUH ZEB! Go use the refresher!” maybe mortifying the man would keep this from ever happening again.

The horace thick voice cracked out from below “y-yeah… M-maybe.”

Planting his face in his hands, he’d rather be fighting Darth Vader at this second in time rather than existing in this room. The heavy thud, almost retching cough that pulled from the Lasat now sprawled, still all his cloths on laid still panting half sprawled. He watched Zeb, the furball that prided open ship doors struggling to get at least to his hands and knees. “Hey, are you ok?”

“Yeh… no big deal, cold as Bahryn in here…” the large man made it to his feet, clinging toes the only thing that kept his shivering and swaying form upright.

“No big deal as Siths ass!” Ezra was off of the top bunk in a swift move and grabbed Zeb by the armor he still wore before he fell again. “You sound like you just ran from a herd of Bantha!”

“Naw, feel like they trampled me… I’m fine kid, hot sonic ‘n I’ll be good.”

“Are you having a hard time breathing?”

Zeb looked with a dropped exhausted face, the light bulb slow to flicker on. “Lasat pant, we don't sweat like the lot o’ ya.”

“Sooo, you’re sweating but you said you feel cold…Karabast you’ve got a cold” They both staggered as Zeb lost his footing for a moment.

“‘M fine. Just a hot sonic…” He mumbled his head bobbing a little, the cough that ran through Zeb’s throat as the Lasat covered his mouth still coughing and nearly sounding like he was going to wretch once more. The sudden movement moved both of them to slam against the wall by the door.

“No! To bed! I’ll get a medic!” the young Jedi was actually shocked how easily Zeb turned with him to head back to the bunk.

“Mmm maybe a bit m’re sleep… but no Medic.” Zeb dis his weakest growl at the Jedi, turning his head to only glower with the same intensity.  He did however let Ezra help him back to the bunk where he collapsed with a heavy thud of fur and armor.

“Ok, well, stay here, dont move!” Ezra was out the door before he could hear Zeb’s reply of ‘no problem kid.’

“Ok, now at least take off your bracers, you’ll feel warmer in moments I promise!” The Jedi sounded pleased with himself. He didn’t even get a look or retort from the panting Zeb, the man just took his bracers off and in an unusual way just dropped them on the ground. Only when Ezra put the first blanket on did Zeb’s lowered ear twitch and a slit of a green eye looked out to him. “I’m gunna make you a purrito first!” and proceeded to throw more blankets over him and tuck Zeb into one mass pile of blankets. “Ok, now don’t move!”

Zeb only moved to use his toes to pull the blankets over them tucking in, not sleeping but his mind static.

Ezra was out in the hall, paused at Kanan’s door, drooping a little. Should he tell him that Zeb’s sick? He’d still care that his friend was ill right? Ezra scowled lightly and turned instead of Hera’s room-empty. Karabast, he could do this himself anyway, did it for so many years of his life. Alone… Zeb knew what that was like and after all hadn’t Zeb always been there for the rest of them? Well, aside from that one time with Agent Kallus.

Ezra ran to the makeshift mess "hall" on Atollon popping into the kitchen so fast he startled a single cook. “Hey, do we have any broth or something that could be made into one? Like a bone broth? And some ginger or something like it?”

Startled into compliance the rebel turned, a small slip of a girl who rummaged through the crates turned on their sides to be a sort of shelving. “I um, I think we do! But Ginger? No but we have gro’jehger its like a wookie form of ginger.”

“Perfect! Oh and Water jugs!”

The slip of the girl turned as she reached for something in the back of a crate that was stacked too high for her fingers to grab what she was trying to get. “W-what do you need all this for?”

“Soup! Well a broth soup. I have a friend that’s taken ill and needs some, we need everyone on the base in top shape after all.” He gave a charming grin to the Rebel girl, giving her the slightest lift to reach whatever she was looking for.

“AH! Got it!” she may have not even noticed the use of Force so focused on getting the ingredients. “Well if they’re sick, they should be isolated, an illness at this base could…”

Waving his hand as if erasing her words “Don’t worry, we have them isolated on the Ghost. I’ll com Hera and let her know.”

“What about you and the rest of your crew?” She handed Ezra the supplies.

Arms full of a small box of broth powder and the root in hand he grinned “We’re the Specters, nothing can catch us, not even a cold!” and he was off running again. He knew Lasat’s blood was different, maybe they wouldn’t be able to catch it. Yet a virus could mutate… he’d Com Hera when he got back to the Ghost.

Maybe he should make enough for all of them, just in case. Ezra thought it through as he rummaged through their measly selection of spices and herbs. Cayenne powder, just enough to warm from the inside. Dash of salt for the sweating…. If Zeb even needed it. He chopped both some onion and the gro’jehger root into tiny little  flakes the best he could with his knife. 

The young Jedi chuckled to himself with a passing thought of using his lightsaber for the job but then it’d be smoked onion and gro’jehge! He dumps some of the power, stirring it all together. Ok, time to face the Loth-Wolf… “Hey Hera can you hear me?”

“Not the best time Ezra. May I com you back?” Hera’s voice wobbled through the com line.

“Well, rather you not. I’m trying to keep this private but it won't last too long, Promise!” He used the “son begging for a Loth-cat voice.

The sigh from Hera was audible through the com, she excused herself for a moment speaking quietly “Alright Ezra, what’s wrong?”

“Zeb’s sick.”

“Zeb?!” Hera exclaimed and then cleared her throat, returning to a low tone. “He’s never sick! When did he get sick? What is it?”

“I’m a Jedi Hera, not a doctor. This is why I need you to find out if viruses are picky about, you know, blood types or what not. If not we have a situation that hopefully isn’t terrible, but it did take Zeb down. If it’s not then the base is ok. I’m not sure how to ask the question without … you know embarrassing Zeb.” Ezra spoke, fingertips above the water to make sure it was hot enough.

“I, I donno, I’ll ask one of the med droids, they typically don’t spread others information. I’ll sleep in the Phantom tonight Just in case, but you!”

“Yeah, I’m staying in there with him. Got some soup and will take a jug of water with me. I got this!” Ezra was grinning at his self sufficiency.

“And… and Kanan?” Hera’s voice was hesitant.

“Hasn’t left his room” Ezra winced as the words came out with more vinegar than he wanted “He’s safe, anyhow I have a large Purrito to tend to! I’ll com if I need anything!  Ezra out.” He winced at his slipup closing the com fast so he didn't have to hear the reaction.

With a sigh he put his com on his belt plucking up two mugs, putting a ladle in the pot and used the Force to carry the two jugs of water back to his and Zeb’s room. He put the jugs down  on the stool table first then the soup and mugs. Glancing over to see Zeb shivering and still panting hard. Furrowing his brow Ezra turns back to the soup and ladles out some into a Mug and squats down next to Zeb “Hey… Zeb. Zeb?”

“Not asleep just closin m’ eyes.” the voice graveled out from under the blankets now pulled almost completely over his head, his ears giving a twitch.

“Good cause sit up, I brought you something to eat.” The Jedi held out the mug within Zeb’s reach.

“Hnngh no.”

“What do you mean no, I made this myself!”

“Then without a doubt no.” 

“ZeeeeEEEeeeeb C’mon, you need to eat something! When was the last time you ate something?” Ezra leaned in closer, was about to use the Force on this stubborn Lasat.

Zeb slowly arose from the blankets, a light hurk and he stopped moving for a moment before continuing to sit somewhat upright. A deep chested grumble from his throat, bottom lip protruding with the displeasure. He took the cup from Ezra, wary of that smile and took a sniff of it. 

“Careful it’s hot.”

Zeb took a slow sip and reacted quickly and immediately regretted it. Ezra was there to help steady the cup but Zeb had his tongue hanging from his mouth as if that would cool it faster.

Laughing Ezra teased “Have a cat’s tongue then? I told you it was hot!”

Zeb sulked, his fur raising in embarrassment or annoyance. As if to respond to Ezra’s earlier comment his stomach lets out a growl and Zeb’s ears flatten immediately. 

Again Ezra starts to laugh, standing to get himself a small cup of the broth. When he sits down Zeb has a much different look on his face, a small smile, soft-happy. “What?”

“Good ta hear ya laugh again. Been a while.”

It was Ezra’s turn to half sulk, the smile melting from his face “Yeah well you know why.”

Blowing on the cup a little to cool it down. “I do, still ain’t yer fault. Ya can think it is all ya want but ya got t….” Zeb started coughing again and once more Ezra saved the broth from spilling into his lap.

“Got to shut up.” the boy raised a brow.

“No…”Zeb squeezed out from a tight throat.

“No no not me, you. Drink some broth then lecture me.” Ezra’s lip upturned in a smirk.

With a Snort Zeb turned back to his cup taking a slow small sip of it. He paused and looked at the cup as if it had something magical in it. One more sip before saying with surprise “it’s good” oh and by the Ashla it felt wonderful on his throat and empty stomach.

“I know a thing or two.” The boy smiled and leaned back. “You should lay down after you finish that cup. Sleep always helps.”His smile widened.

“Aye aye Lieutenant sir.”

Ezra was pulled away from his data pad as the com chimed. “Ezra here.”

“It’s Hera, we’re in the clear. It appears that even a simple cold cant pass from one protein based blood type to the next. It’s just not genetically compatible much like someone like Zeb wouldn’t be able to have a child with a human woman, the protein binders are all wrong.” her voice had notes of relief in it.

“Oh good, cause we, well… Zeb drank most of the broth and that cook might throw a few pans at me if I startle her again to make more.”Ezra gave a whole body one laugh.

“How’s he doing?” Concern replaced the relief.

“Better.” the gruff voice called from below.

“You hear that?”

“Yes, glad you’re doing better Garazeb. You continue to get some rest, we’ll see how you’re doing tomorrow. I’m not going to take my chances, I’m still going to go sleep in the Phantom tonight.” Hera’s voice had a small tease to it.

“Don’t blame ya.” Zeb chuckled. “Might be worth it though for whatever that was Ezra made.” He leaned forward and looked up at Ezra. Ezra able to smile back, losing that smile quickly as Zeb started coughing again with that hurk.

“Oh Karabast gotta go!” Ezra was off the bed and grabbing the empty pot and shoving it in Zeb’s hands just in time. Ezra’s stomach twisted and he was able to fight down the gag reflex.

Zeb groaned “tasty soup too” mournfully he looked at the bucket.”Gotta use the Fresher anyhow since its safe.” He rose to head out the door, this time not wobbling anywhere near as much.

“Alright, and Zeb…” a small mischievous smirk started in his eyes.

Zeb stopped turning slightly.

Ezra licked his lips as if trying to swallow the laugh “You purr really loud when you’re a purrito…” The laugh still broke free.

PerCharacter Zeb gave him a gruff scowl and promptly headed out the door, where that scowl turned to a smile. It was good to have Ezra… That Ezra back.

[the-firebird69]

You know this guy is cracked about something you people all a bunch of jerks he's supposed to go up there according to Garth another idiots who are poor pieces of **** and spend all his money getting there and coming back and I guess I'm doing it too this is your emergency it's your problem it's not mine the other ones who want to defend your cities and look for us and all this other **** and you're gonna sit there and do nothing so I figured out something we're gonna just sit here bothering him and we're gonna go away and he says the max plane is so sophisticated the difficulty levels way up there versus just sitting here pummeling this **** out of you because you don't have me doing anything but that so he says that it is true so what can I tell you we're gonna sit here doing that

trump

and

Zues Hera

I sorta get something he's saying that he doesn't really care to and he doesn't have the money and he's not motivated to and it's for our stuff to try and take bombs to his area and we're gonna sit there and do nothing look at each other and start fights. This is great to their fights might be worse but we know how it goes sometimes so yeah he says not his headache it's ours and he doesn't have any money he's asking if we know what money is because we seem to be extremely stupid and he knows which way it goes its work and its work and it gets a lot of people going but you just does not have any motivation and on top of it he has no spare money then there's a storm **** with this dumb **** tommy F and we're off out there and kill each other to zero apparently and we're losing all of our stuff because of infighting again and I'm saying **** **** yep he's wondering if this is a huge discovery and I'll tell you what we're pretty lame

trump

and no dough no go and we see why. he has vey limited money pays off a cc he used for the ebikes. we let it roll then ok. and dont need him no we do. this blows. lwasy had his family and they said it he needs us are a team and we let them go. lame ok. tis blows.

bja

yeh guess so your loss not mine. and devices all over but to where mac proper are your a nut. and after the mac daddy and co and are not empire so what. i dont want to go there nad fuel you idiots.

Zues Hera dont hve money to so suck it you fn faggots lol hahaah ai boy speaks now lol true retarded man and grth is worse lol

we are poor cant see it no we drained him keep him here and he sits there hitting us. and e fall now. so what we do it adn want to no.. are daft

garth

so you say ai boy non genius lol

Hera Zues

and it istrue are arrognt due to holding you here lol and he laughs we fight you and you all die and why so arrognt and he leans back thinking of a great one liner. and it is ajoke true. yes

a bad one. meaningless gestures by these

mac daddy

i suppose so we lose and think we win and hahah cant count or see and so wesee it garth wants it is poor. we hate the dork

trump

he will hit us and w comicon and such. and you say no but ok. it is a wash usually and he agreed it prob would be but better than this and we agee no money lol and not funny and it is.

garth

damnit they are soncertaning me

Hera

so we fight here. hit. the rings full tongith in antispation and They empty and they fill all night and it's gonna continue. They're calling more and they lost probably 400 million Mack Warlock and they're going to lose probably 800 million by midnight and 1.3 billion by tomorrow and also the pseudo empire pumped it up and they are up to about 500 million now they lost a good deal of that probably about 250,000,000 and they're calling more the ship itself the black ship has moved a little know it's just sitting there and the storm was developed by nothing so yeah it left a 10 mile and it's been doing it and it comes back and these people are lame and did practically nothing They feel that if they take the stashes and cashes they can take over society and rule over us and they don't need anything else to work just weapons and things like that so the way to combat that it's like a gift and I'm gonna sell it like this we're kind of being ridiculous and we don't need these **** doing this and they'll change like the wind and we'll blame the Mac proper and we'll use their image to destroy them when they try and come across and they'll they'll rule the day that did this **** ****

Thor Freya

Olympus

[norcumii]

Ruminating on Rebels, 2

I know I took awhile with this episode, but boy does it feel long. The pacing is off? Or my brain is just unhappy. No idea which. I suspect that’s just my brain, though.

SPOILERS AHEAD. REBELS CRITICAL. For details what this is about, here’s a post.  My relevant tag is “throwing popcorn at Rebels”.

Episode 2: Spark of Rebellion Part II

Overview:

Ezra runs into the Star Destroyer to warn the team, gets to Zeb and Kanan just before they get ganked at the cell block. Sabine cuts the gravity, leaves a lot of explosives at the control room, but Ezra gets caught on the way out. The Ghost crew makes it to hyper before finding this out from Zeb, vote on going back or not. Kallus makes a pretext of questioning Ezra (note: I think it’s meant as legit, but it felt lackluster), and then Ezra escapes as the Ghost crew arrives to rescue him. They meet up part way and book it, only to find that while escaping, Ezra overheard where the wookies REALLY were being held. Off they go to Kessel to save the wookiees! Fight scene at the spice mines, leading to Kanan using the lightsaber and getting ID’d as a Jedi, Ezra faces off against Kallus to save a kid wookiee, the team escapes. Kanan offers Ezra a chance to join up and learn to use the Force, and away they go to a  dramatic voice-over by Obi-Wan via holocron recording.

Random impressions:

These wookiees are AWFUL

PLASTIC FOR YOU, PLASTIC FOR YOU, BAD ACTION FIGURES OF EEEEEEVERYONE

I really, REALLY, R E A L L Y don’t like Hera. She’s advertised as team leader and Space!Mom, but all I keep seeing is manipulative bullshit. Apparently letting Ezra take the holocron was a test to see if he was Force sensitive. Her comment in the Ghost the last episode about “If all you do is fight for your own life, then your life is worth nothing” - aaaagh. That – I get what they’re TRYING to say, about having Purpose is good, but having been in A Very Bad Place where all I could do was cling by my fingernails and try to take care of myself because 1, no one else would and 2, that was literally all I could manage – that just smacks me in the face with guilt-tripping. I know it’s not meant to be that, just...UGH. At best, it leaves a bad taste in my mouth. I’m going to continue side-eyeing her until she proves she’s not ACTUALLY an asshole, and yes, that is apparently an uphill battle.

The rescued wookiees say that if the Ghost crew “ever need help, they’ll be there” - THAT BETTER PAY OUT BEFORE THE SERIES IS OVER. (spoiler: Wookieepedia indicates it does not. I am disappoint, though I will keep an eye out in case it’s wrong.)

I am totally convinced now that Ezra HAS actually been using the Force awhile. The way he somersaults over crates into cover – dodging blaster bolts – and then later over a trooper to get between him and a Wookiee kid – that’s something Ezra KNOWS he can do. Like, past experience doing that sort of leap. I want to see how this interacts with Kanan’s lessons.

Kanan dodges bolts a lot more than he reflects them, but when he does they tend to take out troopers effectively. Someone’s spent time practicing.

Speaking of, he goes WAY hard on the Stoic Holy Jedi (With A Lightsaber Up His Ass) thing. Ugh. I want the goofy smuggler more. That’s more fun, AND show’s growth away from his past. We’ll see how that interacts with right now he’s trying to Jedi because oh noes, it’s a padawan (WHUT DOOOOOO)!

When Kanan shows up to save Ezra, he’s is riding on top the ghost, which pops up alongside the catwalk. ....meaning Mr. Drama Llama opened the doors to a shipping crate in flight and somehow flipped his way up to the top of the ship, OR lightsabered his way an exit through the TOP of the crate, which I hope was done carefully or they took out parts of the magnetic seal keeping the crate attached to the bottom of the ship. ...Jedi. SIGH. WHY COULD NO ONE MAKE A CRACK ABOUT THAT? YES IT WAS IMPRESSIVE, BUT THEN AFTERWARDS IT MAKES A GREAT TENSION RELEASE TO MAKE IT CLEAR THAT WAS UNUSUAL. Meh. Ok, that one’s probably me being too finicky.

Sabine left about 20 explosives in the control room. Just one of those has been shown to be enough to blast open doors and destroy a speeder bike. HOW MUCH BOOM DO YOU NEED? I mean, ok, this leads to a hole in the side of the super star destroyer (venting atmosphere! :D That was some LOVELY animation and there WAS squee about that!)

Zeb is a gods damned wreck. If he were less physically violent, I would pick him as a favorite, because interesting non-human and it’s clearly trauma and not knowing how to people that leads to him being...him. However, I can’t get over the way he’s THAT rough. There’s a line between “you’re dealing with old issues poorly, and that expresses itself through (at best) roughhousing and not gauging your own strength” and “you’re beating up on others and using your trauma as an excuse for it, and we all know how well ‘cool motive still murder’ works as a defense.”

When Ezra left, Chopper made sad bwoops and waved goodbye in a non-sarcastic way. Whut.

The animators are still not getting clear direction. The bit that really jumped out at me was when Ezra saves the kid wookiee, he’s shown hoisting the kid’s cuffed hands and looking all puzzled at the binders – and we just saw how he IMMEDIATELY knew how to pick those things open on the adult wookiees. Possibly just me being nitpicky again, but it’s very jarring to me.

The “I swear, if he gets left behind again it is not my fault!” bit showed up, and I can’t tell if that’s them trying to make the repetition is funny thing, or establishing a trend? I mean, I COULD see a longer running...not gag, but trend, of Zeb having to either leave or haul Ezra out of things and them bitching at each other over this for YEAAAAARS until it’s just an easy thing, a well-worn way to poke at a friend like an affable punch to the shoulder that is just a thing they do. Which could be cute, if done right.

Hopefully more coherent views:

The inter-group dynamics are wild, and I don’t think I mean that in a complimentary sense. Zeb is just...kinda broken, ok. Sabine was kind of a non-entity through most of this. I don’t have the spoons to count her lines, but the most memorable thing that she did was want to know how the explosion looked. Which...ok? I guess? Hera had more characterization, and we got the Competent!Pilot thing – along with the Manipulative Asshole thing, which yeah, I’m eyeballing a LOT more. Chopper came across as irritable and generally a cranky old man, which would fly better if Zeb wasn’t already trying to squat on that territory. It makes things feel more grating than perhaps they are. Kanan is your average Jedi but in better clothes, and I can’t tell how much sanctimoniousness is he doesn’t know how to teach, how much is just discomfort, and how much is I don’t like the manipulation of Ezra.

As for Ezra, he’s got some NEAT skills. I...kinda like the whole “nope, I’m not a hero, not running out there in a the middle of a blaster fight to save some rando” attitude because it’s hints of the hero’s journey having far to go, but there’s not enough heart of gold for me to give any shits. He’s TOO caught up in his own situation for me to care (and while I don’t blame him as a character for that, it makes him a third-rate Aladdin archetype. All the ‘in the rough’ but no ‘diamond’).

Kallus is satisfying to dislike, for all that he feels like a poor man’s Thrawn. The temper tantrum of kicking the surviving stormtrooper off the catwalk was gratuitous, but fine. We’re not supposed to like him. (Yes, I know about later, but I’m ignoring that at the moment.)

So. Yaye, I guess. We have our characters, we have our villain and our on-the-sidelines villain in the Inquisitor waiting to swoop in to be all mastermind badguy. We have our setup, and a few potential threads to follow back on.

End summary:

That was a weak (second half to a) first episode. I mean, again, that’s not a killer, but nothing about the show grabs me and goes “ISN’T THIS THING AWESOME???” There’s too much internal conflict without enough glue to bond people together, I have strong reasons to dislike almost everyone (and the rest are too undeveloped yet to really hit me one way or another). With the animation doing nothing for me, it’s...getting no traction so far.

[ysalamiri-queen]

Star Wars Rare Pair Exchange Letter

Hello and thank you for selecting one of my ships to write for! I am super excited to see what you come up with. Below I have listed my DNW’s and some prompts for each ship I have requested in the exchange. Please heed the DNW’s, there are not many, but the prompts I have written are more a suggestion and jumping off point than an absolute must-do. If you have an idea you would rather pursue for the pair please do so, I am sure it will be fantastic! 

DNW: Underage, incest, a fic focusing on procreation(sex is fine with protection!)/babies/taking care of children, or a fic that could pass as gen. We are here for rare PAIRS! Not rare friends, lol. Angsty themes/set up is also fine but please have a positive ending, and at least 1/2 of the fic as the comfort aspect. 

Write whatever rating you are comfortable with, however T and up is preferred. NSFW and Xenobiology type things are welcome as is just cute date night and other romantic fluff! AUs are totally fine by me, but I’d prefer them to be sort of generic (like a modern/city AU or pirate AU, that sort of thing) rather than franchise specific (such as a Lord of the Rings AU) since I’ve not delved into many fandoms and would like to know what is going on. Also high fantasy and regency type AU is not a preference of mine, so I would also appreciate that whole genre just not be written for my requests. Thanks! 

I’ve separated everything out by the categories in the exchange below. 

Canon Crossovers: 

Armitage Hux/Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo

It’s Thrux! I find the dynamic potential between these two to be fascinating. Feel free to use some Star Wars sillies to bridge the age gap (hyperspace stasis from the end of Rebels to the sequel trilogy, for instance.) The fic does not need to focus on Thrawn sweeping in to ‘save’ the First Order because frankly I think Hux is very competent. Just explore the relationship between Hux and Thrawn however you see fit I suppose is what I mean, be it via their first meeting or 100th night together!

Ezra Bridger/Luke Skywalker

Two beautiful sunbeams! This one can be a bit of a free-for-all, seeing there is so much for them to bond over be it the force/looking at Kanan’s holocron, piloting, or even their status as orphans. To write feels or not to write feels, now that is the question. Some potential prompts can be exploring the force and realizing they can sense the feelings (and crush) that they have on each other, or sitting around after a battle and finding comfort in each other due to the shared experiences they have. Ok perhaps I’m leaning to feels… 

Canon EU

Brierly Ronan/Eli Vanto 

(Treason spoilers ahoy! Skip down to Wyl to not see these…) 

So, these two morons (who we love dearly) got themselves ‘stranded’ in the Chiss Ascendancy. If the Chiss gave Eli a frigid welcome, I can only imagine how they treat Ronan. Not well is my best guess. Eli isn’t exactly Ronan’s best friend at first, but realizes that this transition is difficult and lends a hand when he can and treats him kindly. Things slowly escalate from there… 

Orson Krennic/Brierly Ronan

If you read the book you know exactly what it implies… Orson has Brierly by the heart, and frankly I think that Orson is bound to fall for anyone who praises him as much as Brierly does. This ship can lead to office shenanigans, a night on the town judging architecture, or other simple things made Extra as Heck by this duo. 

Wyl Lark/Nath Tensent

Wyl brings out the best in Nath, and I think the same can be said to be going in reverse. I love the potential in this ship. Just some really great pilot beans. At the end of the novel, at the party, Nath and Wyl wander off and are really enjoying themselves, that could be a good jumping off point. I’m also totally down for plopping these beans in an AU. 

Originals 

Wedge Antilles/Luke Skywalker 

The best pilots in the Rebellion! In love! How can you go wrong with that? Comfort fic has a lot of potential here, but so does just them sharing in something they love, like a hobby or book. AUs welcome if you would like! 

Clone Wars

Obi-Wan Kenobi/Hondo Ohnaka

Or as I like to call it, chaos shipping. I’d greatly appreciate this one tackled in a post-order 66 timeline rather than during the Clone Wars series, or in an AU. I just think it opens up a whole lot of potential seeing there is less guilt in breaking the Jedi Code for our friend Obi-Wan. Plus, I think that's about when he needs the bottle of never ending positivity that is older no-longer-a-pirate-king Hondo. 

Rebels

Alexsandr Kallus/Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo

In a world where Thrawn chose to not break Alexsandr’s leg for the third time in his life… This ship has so many different ways it could go, but I think my favorite is Alexsandr choosing not to defect and becoming Thrawn’s right hand in the ISB. Think of all the problems that could have been avoided! And you can bet these two are up to shenanigans off duty… 

Ezra Bridger/Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo/Purrgil King 

Its crack and I love it. Purgill King uniting these idiots. Probably playing with them like Barbie dolls! “Now Kiss!” Said the Purrgil King, smooshing faces together until they agreed to stop biting each other… 

Kanan Jarrus/Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo

Kanan goes undercover in the Empire enough that eventually he was bound to be caught. An AU could also be fun here to make them slightly less ‘mortal enemies’. Kanan could also offer ‘goods’ to help free Hera if you catch my drift there wink wink. 

Hera Syndulla/Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo 

Honestly just replace ‘Kanan’ with ‘Hera’ in the above. It’s an aesthetic ship with lots of ways that it could work. This is another one where an AU could help smooth things down, but it’s also a load of fun in the canon to think how it could work, perhaps Hera as the TIE Pilot at the helm of the Defender program. Something tells me it would go much differently with an expert at the controls. 

Resistance

Neeku Vozo/Kazuda Xiono 

Cute! Boys! Teamwork! Sparkles! Honestly these two are absolute fluff and I am here for it. Kaz and Neeku are also both oblivious as all heck, so maybe it will take someone like Tam pointing out that their emotions are mutual. Either way it's just cute and amazing! 

[drinkupthesunrise]

Ok, so I know you're all about the WedgeLuke, but would you consider writing WedgeBodhi? For a prompt I would say, something like - Wedge gets put in charge of helping the newest defector transition into the Rebellion. He didn't expect to actually *like* the guy... Maybe?

I am a consummate multishipper, even if I do focus my writing mostly in one place :D So happy to oblige. This is definitely Wedge/Bodhi, but it is also some other things as well, because I got slightly carried away. (3.5k, also on ao3)

Thereare, in retrospect, a half dozen reasons why Wedge is the perfect manto help Bodhi Rook settle into the Alliance to Restore the Republic.

(He’san Imperial Defector himself; he spent six months out on injuryrelearning to walk; he knows exactly what it’s like to walk from abattle that left almost everyone else dead; to name a few.)

Thatdoesn’tmean that Wedge likesany of them.

He’salready spotted one eager, idiotic, headstrong pilot who needslooking after – Skywalker is youngand in desperate need of guidance – but Wedge is told that, no,Skywalker already has people in his corner. (To be the Last Princessof Alderaan, ready to martyr oneself for the Alliance, counts for farmore than a fool of a pilot who peeled off the Death Star run momentsbefore completion, apparently.) Instead, Wedge is asked to beresponsible for the hero of Scarif, thepilot, the only reason that any of them are still standing here atall.

Theorders come from Chancellor Mon Mothma herself, conveyed by HeraSyndulla, just before the evacuation of Yavin Base. It’sthe last words Hera says to Wedge. The Ghost does not appear at therendezvous point. Wedge is cast adrift, bitter and alone again –they’ve sent Luke off with that damned Corellian idiot and thePrincess, and Verlaine is now heading the Alderaanian contingent, andHobbie… Hobbie is in medical somewhere,where Wedge isn’tquite sure, but his status remains steady at aliveso Wedge doesn’tquestion it too much.

Sohe does about the only thing left to himself, and gets his ass downto the medbay. The med droids almost don’tlet him in, but Wedge’s orders came with a broad spectrumauthorisation that gets him past once he remembers to use it.

“Getthe fuck out,” are the words which Wedge is greeted with. He canonly see a back, and an arm – still bandaged heavily, which meansthe limited Bacta supplies didn’t help and it’ll scar. One legswings under the bed. The other one, Wedge knows from his briefglance at the medical report, was lost to the explosion that rockedRogueOne.

“I’dlove to,” Wedge shoots back. “But Chancellor’s orders. You’restuck with me until you can get an audience with her and convince heryou don’tneed babysitting, and good kriffing luck with that.”

Bodhi’shead turns, just enough to get a glance at Wedge. Half his head isshaved – medical intervention, Wedge guesses, or at least partof it is unintentional, because…well, it’s not a great look, and Rook doesn’t look used to it.His eyes are wide, almost too big for his face, and they’rehaunted, from stress and lack of sleep and who knows what besides. Inthat second, Bodhi looks almost ready to fight, to physically pushWedge out the medbay if he has to. But something stops him. “You’re…”Rook’s voice is low, worn thin, though Wedge thinks it might havebeen nice once. “You’re a pilot.”

Wedgenods. The bright orange of his comefind mesuit made that fairly clear. “Iwas on the Death Star run,” he says, hoping it will prove to Bodhithat he understands just a modicum of the hell that Bodhi’s beenthrough. That he has the potential to.

Bodhiconsiders this for a long moment. “Chancellor’sorders?”

“’Fraidso.” Wedge lets his mouth quirk into a smile.

“Well,come in. Two-one-bee will have a fitif you keep standing at the door, and I’mnever going to get released if I keep pissing them off.”

.

“Whatdo you actually doall day?”

Wedgekicks off, sliding his board out from under the low-level A-Wing he’stampering with, to see Bodhi looking down at him, curiosity all overhis face. Six weeks in, and Wedge would have thought that Bodhi wouldhave worked that out by now: Rook is smart enough.

Onthe other hand, it’sonly in the last week that he’s been fitted with a prosthetic, andonly in the last day or two has he actually been able to wander aboutthe ship, so it wouldn’t be the biggest surprise if he’d missedthe bleeding obvious.

“Work,”Wedge replies.

“Onwhat?” Bodhi asks. He kneels down, trying to work out what on earthWedge is doing. “You aren’t rated as a Starfighter mechanic, Ichecked.”

Hechecked?Wedge wheels himself a little further backwards, then props himselfup, so he can get a proper look at Bodhi instead of the half-upsidedown view he’dpreviously had. One of the medics has got at his hair, cutting itproperly – he’s got an undercut, Wedge notes, that wasintentional, and then the left side is shaved clean – that would bewhere the shrapnel got him in the head – and his remaining hair hasbeen pulled into tight braids across his scalp, gathered into aponytail. His scruff is steadily turning into a full-scale beard. Hismouth is set in a pursed line, his fingers – his hands are sittingacross his knees – are long and elegant.

(Wedgeis loathe to admit it, but Bodhi’sdamnpretty. But it’snot like any of Wedge’s attractions to the various pilots who havecrossed his path have actually come to anything, so he doesn’tdwell on it.)

“Doesn’tmean I can’t tinker a bit,” Wedge shrugs.

“Doesn’tanswer my question,” Bodhi retorts. He’s got a reputation on shipfor being hesitant, shy, nervous; not surprising, given everythinghe’s been through. Around Wedge, he burns with a fire and a witthat is sharp – even though Wedge can see the cracks in his psyche,damage done by unknown horrors before he even reached the Rebellion.

Wedgesighs. “Youreally wanna know?” Bodhi’s not going to like the answer, but henods anyway. “Look after you.”

Bodhi’seyes go even wider than they already are, naturally – somethingthat Wedge wasn’t sure was possible. “What—” Bodhi sputters,rocking back and forth on his heels. “That’s not a job! I don’t—”He glances around, eyes darting franticly, and there’s one of thebreaks that Wedge knows is there, the sort of thing that does meanthat Bodhi needs a full-time caretaker, at the moment at least.“You’re one of the heroes of Yavin, does this damn Alliance nothave a better use for you than me? You should be out there amongstthe stars flying,Wedge, not here on the ground with me, don’tthey realise that, you could be doing so much more.”

Thereare reasons Wedge isn’tout there flying, and the fact that Bodhi isn’t the only onecurrently failing his Psych Evals is one of them. Wedge isn’t readyto tell Bodhi that yet though. He will, eventually – it’ll help,someday, but at the moment there isn’t room for Bodhi to beconcerned about Wedge. Instead, Wedge pushes himself all the way up,and places his hands solidly on Bodhi’s knees, leaning weight onthe way he learnt from the medics, how to ground Bodhi when he’sstarting to panic. “It’s the way it goes. When they need me tofly, I’ll fly. For now, I’ll tinker and advise and pull shifts onthe bridge and do what Chancellor Mon Mothma told me to do, which isto make sure you’re alright.” Bodhi looks surprised at theferocity of Wedge’s instincts – almost like he’s surprised thathe is worth fighting for. “I’m quite content here with you. I’vebeen in enough battles I shouldn’t have survived at this point.”

Bodhitakes a ragged breath, trying to hold it and turn it into somethingdeep. “Okay,”he says. “Okay.” He covers one of Wedge’s hands with his own,and steadies himself in Wedge’s firm gaze.

Wedgetakes a sudden sharp breath. Shit,he thinks. Bodhi’shand is warm on his own, holding firm, and Wedge is almost dizzyunder Rook’s eyes, boring into his own. He does not need to fallfor the man he’s supposed to be looking after. That is a badidea.

Thankfully,Bodhi doesn’tnotice.

.

WhenBodhi is fully released from the medbay, Wedge is cognisant of hisgrowing crush on Bodhi enough that he knows he should probablyobject to the quartermaster’sinsistence on putting Bodhi in Wedge’s bunkroom. It’s a room forfour, currently only being occupied by Wedge and a recent Imperialdefector who’s awaiting a squadron assignment, once High Commandhave cleared him. There isn’t much of an argument for Wedge toactually make, and there are advantages to having Bodhi close to keepan eye on him.

Thefirst week passes without incident, and Wedge thinks that they’remaking progress on Bodhi’s many issues, and maybe a few of his own.One of them might actually see the inside of a Starfighter within theyear.

Then:

Wedgesits bolt upright in bed, breathing hard. Light continues to flash infront of his eyes as he blinks fast; his ship exploding over Yavin,Biggs’voice ringing in his ears. He digs his finger nails into his thigh,reminding himself that he is aliveand awakeand that he survived,and those are the consequences he has to live with.

Heflicks his gaze across and downwards, desperately hoping that hisnightmare didn’twake Bodhi up. But there’s no one in his bunk. The sheets aredisturbed; someone did sleep there. “Bodhi?” he asks, keeping hisvoice quiet.

“Iwas about to wake you.” The voice that comes back to his in returnis not Bodhi’s. Wedge peers over the edge of his bunk and isgreeted by Tycho Celchu looking up at him. “I heard the door go, Ithink he’s gone.”

“Shit!”Wedge shakes the last of sleep off himself, and vaults down theladder. He pulls on his boots and grabs his flight jacket, checkinghis pocket for his comm. “I’m gonna go find him, if he wandersback, let me know?” Tycho nods and then Wedge is dashing out thedoor.

Hetries to think where Bodhi might have gone. His own tired,nightmare-driven feet take him to the hangar, where a couple of techsconfirm no sightings of him. The mess hall is a dead end, althoughPrincess Leia is sitting in a corner of it, nursing a cup of caf andlooking like the world is coming down around her. Wedge hadn’teven known she was on ship. But he doesn’t have time for her now,so he leaves without even acknowledging her presence. After a littlewhile wandering corridors, Wedge suddenly realises – the medbay.

“Seemsyour charge escaped you,” Doctor Varin comments when Wedge dashesin the door. “He’s in with the Captain.”

Wedgenods. He calms himself – they won’tlet him through the door unless he’s calm. When his breath hassteadied, he walks through into the private, occupied room, and:there is Bodhi. Sitting on a chair by a bed, dark skin and dark hairand dark clothes a complete contrast against the stark white of thebed. Wedge taps his comm quickly, sending an all clear to Tycho.“Bodhi?” Wedge asks, keeping his voice soft.

Bodhikeens, a desperate wail that collapses into full blown sobs. Wedgewalks, steady across the room, to place a hand on Bodhi’sshoulder. Bodhi responds by wrapping his arms around Wedge’s waistand bawling into Wedge’s stomach. Helpless, Wedge strokes a handacross the back of Bodhi’s head and hopes to hell he’s providingsome comfort. There’s nothing he can say. Wedge’s demons areghosts, gone up in a fire of smoke and metal, and Bodhi’s lie infront of him.

Honestly,Wedge isn’tsure he could have done what Bodhi did. The man was blown up, and hemanaged to pull himself together just long enough to rewire thecontrols of the shuttle to get it airborne again. He picked up almosta dozen survivors, and then flew out. How he’d got past thesecurity gate and eluded the Imperial fleet was anyone’s guess –none of the survivors can remember. They’d limped back to Yavinjust after the Death Star had been destroyed. Including Bodhi, onlynine had survived the flight back.

Onlyeight of those are up and walking. Captain Cassian Andor is stilllying in the medbay, unconscious. The medics all agree he’snot brain-dead, but none of them know why he’s not woken up yet.Bodhi blames himself – if only he’d got back faster, then Cassianwould have received medical treatment sooner, and maybe he’d beawake right now.

Wedgewaits until Bodhi has cried himself out. “Comeon,” Wedge whispers, pulling Bodhi out of the chair and into anembrace. “You’re no good to him like this. Let’s get some sleepand we can see if the medics have made any progress tomorrow.”Bodhi nods against Wedge’s shoulder, and allows Wedge to take hishand and quietly escort him back to their quarters.

Tychois snoring away when they get back. Wedge is glad. He has his owndemons, too – he was an Alderaanian in Imperial Service whenAlderaan fell. That’senough to bear.

Wedgemanhandles Bodhi into bed. The man went out in just his sleep things,no shoes, so at least Wedge doesn’thave to undress him, just make sure he gets in his bunk and staysthere. Wedge tosses his flight jacket in the vague direction of hisfootlocker and wrestles his boots off, and then there’s a hand onhis wrist. He turns to see Bodhi looking up at him. “Stay?” Bodhiasks.

“Stay—?”Oh. Wedge swallows hard. Bodhi looks so vulnerable there in the bed,and it’s not like Wedge was looking forward to going back to hisown bunk, cold and lonely. He silently nods. Bodhi moves over, lyingon his side to leave just enough space for Wedge to clamber into abunk that really isn’t big enough for two people. Bodhi’s handsfall around Wedge’s waist. Wedge wraps an arm around Bodhi’sshoulders. In minutes, Bodhi is fast asleep on Wedge’s chest, andWedge… Wedge doesn’t have a kriffing clue what he’s doinganymore.

.

Theanniversary of Scarif draws closer, months turning into weeks andthen into days. Wedge gets his combat clearance back, and with it atacit acknowledgement that Bodhi is well enough to not need afull-time minder, because no one else is assigned to watch him. Wedgeflies with Luke again, the two of them natural counterpoints to eachother, blending together effortlessly. It makes Wedge wonder what itwould be like to fly with Bodhi, but that is still a way off.

JynErso trudges back to them. Wedge is worried when he spots her in thehangar. She was another who disappeared in the Yavin evacuation, anddespite Bodhi’sbest efforts to learn where she went, either the Alliance didn’tknow or it was classified far above their paygrade. From the rankpips on Erso’s collar, Wedge guesses the latter. Bodhi takes a longlook at her, and then they are hugging, weeping into each other’sembrace. Wedge breathes a little easier in that moment.

CassianAndor still sleeps in the medbay, and Wedge watches Erso’smelancholy grief as she and Bodhi hold a vigil at his bedside. Hefeels like an intruder, but Bodhi asks for him, and Erso smiles athim sadly, so he stands at the edge of the bed and prays that theCaptain wakes up.

Theday itself is ordinary. Wedge flies the CAP first shift, leavingBodhi to sleep in the bunk that they now share nightly. When hereturns, he finds Bodhi deep in the innards of a wrecked B-Wing, headducked alongside a radiant head of gold that can only belong to LukeSkywalker. The presence of the Falcon in the hangar would supportthat. There might have been a time when Wedge would be jealous – ofeither or both of them – but today, Wedge is just glad of thedistraction. And as the day wears on, a steady congregation of pilotsappears, forming a comforting circle around Bodhi and Jyn. Of thenine survivors of the ground battle, a year on, only five are stillalive. (Of the survivors of the air battle, most were killed in theBattle of Yavin. Some of the crew of the mid-level fighters survived,scattered to the winds, not wanting any acknowledgement of their partin it.)

ThePrincess appears, flanked by Solo – she looks worn and thin. It’sbeen a long year, and her own anniversary is coming up. She says somewords, and Luke – hero of Yavin, heir to the legacy of Scarif sayssome more. (Later in the evening, he approaches Wedge, with neworders from Commander Narra; a squadron perhaps, but Wedge brusheshim off. That conversation is for another day, a week and a half fromnow, when their grief has cleared.) Janson – who skirted death atYavin by nature of a flu virus, and Wedge has never been able to tellwhether he’s grateful to be alive or not – brings a tub ofmoonshine, and for once the Princess turns a blind eye as a number ofserving, on-duty pilots get roaringly drunk.

Lukeis telling a story, one about his misadventures on Tatooine, oneinvolving Biggs – and Wedge must be getting better, because hischest no longer aches at the mention of his name. Bodhi is drapedover his shoulder, head tucked into Wedge’sneck, hands roaming over Wedge’s thigh. Erso is giving them a tacitsmile, so Wedge just lets Bodhi continue, wrapping an arm around hisback.

Almosteveryone utters their thanks to Bodhi, to Jyn, as the party slowlybreaks up. In the end, it’sjust Wedge, Jyn, and Bodhi, sitting round. Jyn helps Wedge get Bodhito his feet – the man isn’t so much drunk as just tired.“Youalright with him?” Jyn asks, and Wedge nods. There’s a briefgoodbye between Bodhi and Jyn, and then Jyn leaves, in the directionof the medbay. Probably to spend another night at Cassian’s side.

Wedgeand Bodhi stagger back to their quarters. As Wedge inputs thekeycode, Bodhi says: “Thanks.”

“Forwhat?” Wedge asks back, pushing the door open.

“Foreverything,” Bodhi says, before kissing Wedge.

Wedgestumbles back in surprise, but Bodhi’shands are firm in Wedge’s shirt, his mouth soft and insistent, andWedge’s gasp merely turns the kiss open-mouthed. Wedge’s hands,initially uncertain, reach up for Bodhi’s hair, one side stilltufty and short from where he’s only just made the decision to growit back out again.

Whenthey break for air, Wedge has the sense to kick the door closedbehind them, before they gain an audience. Knowing the Rebellion,there’sa betting pool somewhere, and he’s in no haste to see it settledbefore he knows what’s going on himself.

Bodhi’seyes are sparkling, and there’s a smile tugging at his lips, and helooks … Wedge would say he looks like himself,only Wedge has never seen Bodhi like this. He looks unburdened, justin this moment. Maybe this is what he looked like, before everything.

“Iquite like you, you know,” Bodhi offers, almost shy.

Wedgetakes him in. “Iquite like you too,” he replies, following Bodhi’s wording, andnot daring to say that he thinks it’s a heck of a lot more thanthat. He pushes Bodhi against the bunk, and kisses him again, andthinks that he could do this forever.

.

Theyare awoken the next morning by banging on their door.

“Bodhi!”The voice that calls through, at what must be an ungodly hour –it’s gone 0700 by the chrono though – is Jyn Erso’s. She knocksagain, and repeats Bodhi’s name, loud enough that Bodhi rolls overWedge – they share a kiss on the way, Erso isn’t going to ruinall their morning fun – before gathering a sheet to make himselfdecent and opening the door.

“Whatis it Jyn?” he asks, bleary eyed in the face of the harsh corridorlights.

Erso’sface is lit up in wonder, her cheeks flushed, excitement pulsingthrough her veins. “It’s Cassian,” she says. “He woke up.”

[angel-gidget]

Stars Unearth Your Fires (ch2/?)

Title:  Stars Unearth Your Fires (Ch 2/?)

Fandom: DCU, Teen Titans, Red Robin (preboot)     

Rating:  PG  | Words: 1200 approx | a03 link    

Summary: Tim Drake never thought of himself as a troublemaker as far as Robins go. But a passing accusation quickly escalates into a case of stolen memories, technologically backwards clues from his past self, interdimensional hijinks, reflections on the good old days, and possibly the rekindling of a foregone romance. Eventually Tim/??? Mystery ship!

A/N: I ask that any fashion nerds reading this forgive me for my fake fashion week plot device. Lets just say the DCU has extra fashion weeks bc magic and leave it at that. Thanks again to @kiragecko for the beta!

"Wait, dude. Scrappy Doo hacked your diary?"

"It wasn't a diary, Kon. But, kinda."

"A lockable device on which you record your private thoughts you share with no one? Soundslikeadiary,man. Youshouldembraceit."

"I could repeat lectures verbatim from Diana about refusing to be shamed for traditionally feminine things that are actually emotionally reinforcing, but I think I'll spare you since you're not fooling anybody."

He could have come alone, but he had returned their texts on a whim, and when they had learned he was going to scavenge their old HQ at Happy Harbor... well, there was no stopping the remnant of Young Justice otherwise known as his best friends.

"It was more like a smartwatch jam packed with ridiculous hardware and old ipod levels of memory that I had filled with work reminders, but whatever."

Cassie and Bart had a point. But the truth was, the closest thing he really had to a diary was the dozens of hand-written letters he had written essentially screaming at his father. Letters he had tossed in the fire before he could be tempted to actually leave them where the (now dead, now lost) man could find them.

But some things remained too raw to share.

"Hey," Cassie was the first to touch her toe down on the threshold (Normally, Bart would beat her, but he had allowed himself to be a bit distracted, fully zipping around a couple laps to check out external changes).

Cassie started entering the old security codes without a hitch. She was not even thinking about it, and it gave Tim a tiny surprising warm fuzzy tingle in the chest, "Damian didn't use anything in it against you, did he? Trying to dig up crap on--"

Tim allowed himself a chuckle, "No. Assuming he did manage to read any of my entries, I would have paid money to watch him try to figure out what any of it meant."

"Oooh," Bart zipped back, and darned if he wasn’t talking faster and faster, allowing his own nostalgic excitement to kick in, "Did you write it in a code?"

"Sort of."

Kon was floating by the graffiti wall. It didn’t matter how many times they cleaned it, "Hanson Sucks" would always reappear as if by magic. Tim used to suspect Bart solely, but looking back, (and looking at Kon's face now) he suspected a little differently.  

The guy's grin has a bit of the ol' Kid when he glanced over his shoulder, "You didn't just write it in code, you wrote it in SLANG, didn't you. Yes, you did."

Tim snorted. But denied nothing. There was no point.

"Bet it was like 90% rap references."

"Ooh, don't underestimate Tim's eclectic-ness, Bart. There was no doubt a healthy dose of Enya lyrics entwined in there."

Bart's nose scrunched, "Enya? Seriously, Tim?"

"Hey," Cassie interjected, "I like Enya."

"You also like country music and boy bands dangerously similar to Hanson. It's okay, Cass. Weloveyouanyway."

The rules for Gotham and his team had always been different.  While clever hiding spaces had been a practically intellectual game in his home city, sometimes the trick to hiding something in YJ HQ was to just place it somewhere really dumb.

“The girl’s locker room, Rob? Really?”

“You never looked for any of my toys here, so clearly, it worked.”

The locker combination was Steph’s birthday. Something his teammates had no reason to know and something Batman and Nightwing might overlook. Or at least, they would have overlooked it back then. Maybe he should change it. Did it matter? Would he ever have cause to use this thing again? It was worth thinking about, but not something for just yet.

The lock released with an obnoxious clack and the door swung open with a creak. There were some things in his life that Tim kept meticulously clean, but no locker had ever been on the list. His crumpled extra Robin uniform tumbled out along with a collection of scratched CD’s, multi-sided dice, hand-drawn diagrams of team formations covered over by Bart’s doodling, and a cracked baseball bat.

At least his uniform had been through the wash before he stuffed it in there. Small favors from his former self. Tim carefully unrolled the Kevlar cape, tumbling his old wrist computer into his palm.

He would need to replace the battery. Specifically, remove the battery, and carefully charge it, then place it back into the device. He was not going to risk synching the thing—even to the old YJ mainframe—by plugging it into the computer directly. Maybe he was being paranoid. Hm. Not the worst thing to be.

“So…” Kon interrupted, “You gonna tell us what’s up?”

His first—heh—impulse was to be cryptic, but he swallowed it down. These were his friends.

“I was singled out by those Gatekeepers. I want to know why. When I checked the dates, I realized all of our computer records were compromised. I think… I think a more personal record might have escaped their notice.”

A moment of silence. He would have enjoyed the rarity of quiet in the old YJ cave of all things, but they were looking at him with a high-alert concern that was on the edge of tipping into horror.

“Woah. The bat-computers were compromised? Holy Hera, Tim.”

“DoyouthinkitwastheGatekeepers? You do. You totallythinkitwastheGatekeepers.”

Tim nodded, “Yeah. I do.”

“So what, man? You think they waved their triple-joined finger and just…?” Kon waved his own hand.

“Erased a week—maybe more—of events that happened while our reality was colliding with something outside of our own multiverse. And in a room with you, the Flashes, Booster Gold, and Guy Gardner; the person they expected to cause trouble was me.”

“And you can’t remember because they probably also erased our memories.” Cassie inferred.

Kon nodded until Tim’s earlier comment sank home, “Hey wait, whattaya mean ‘with me’?”

Bart giggled, “Oh, as if you don’t remember what you were like back then.”

Kon sighed as Bart and then Cassie joined in on ruffling his hair. They had to be fast. And reach up on their tip toes to do it. But Kon let them for a good half of a second.

“Ok. Point taken.”

The wait for the charger to hit green felt like an eternity. Plenty of time for the ambiance of the old cave to slip from nostalgia to haunting. Bart had opened up an entire closet of junk—chemicals, paint, mechanical insects—that he had apparently collected with Greta. Kon had dusted off Anita’s old masseuse table, only to find that no one was really in the mood to hop on it. Cassie found an old set of brass knuckles that belonged to Slo-bo, but quietly set them down when she noticed their discoloration was due to dried blood.

Nobody messed with the dusty arrows kept in hopeful little spaces. Nobody looked at the archer’s targets. At least, no one looked when others were looking.

Tim sighed and watched as Cassie floated around, fidgeting. He remembered how hard she had clung to the idea of Cissie returning to the hero life, terrified that her best friend would grow distant as a result. Tim had… been more optimistic. At the time.

He knew where their old friends were. He knew Greta Hayes was a freshman in college now. That they girl they had once called Secret had impressed the entire faculty of St. Elias with her ability to catch up and surpass academic basics. He knew that while she excelled in her math and science classes, she enjoyed the chaos and the friendships she found in her drama electives. He knew because her teachers kept good notes that were easy to hack.

He knew Anita took odd jobs to support the two tiny children that were her de-aged parents. She would put on her old Empress costume on occasion, when crime had the gaul to come to her doorstep, but lived quietly in Louisiana for the most part. Supergirl had been the last hero to come into contact with her, and told him all about it.

None of them had really had the chance to feel close to Ray, but Tim knew that didn’t make them special. Ray Terrill’s profile with the Justice League displayed a new team every year. He had run with reserve units, the JSA, Freedom Fighters, and more.

Then there was Cissie, Arrowette, the girl who took them by all by surprise once every few months as her face appeared on a cereal box, in an energy drink commercial, or on a motivational poster in a sporting goods store. Because nothing sold that stuff better than an Olympic archer who had looks as well as accuracy.

It wasn't a painful thing for Tim personally. Hell, there had been a time when he thought he was headed for a similar path, a time when he thought retirement for himself was a strong possibility, just a few years away. But he knew better now. And he knew that Bart always bought things with her name or her face on them, but didn't actually look at them. And that when Cassie heard her voice blaring from the TV, she would stare mournfully at an old number in her phone before putting it away unused. As much as they would wish otherwise, Cissie King-Jones had drifted away from them.

Not that Tim didn’t also fit the drifter profile to an extent. The thought hit him hard. He hadn’t been to the Tower in over a two months, but like a dog with a bone, the Titans had refused to let him stay out of touch. Even when Dick had the bright idea of sending Damian to the tower, to try to get him to interact with ‘younger’ heroes—because apparently Dick could’t be bothered to remember that he was sending an eleven year old to socialize with a crew that no longer possessed a member under the age of sixteen—his friends had reached out, insisting that Red Robin was the only Robin on their roster.

It was humbling, and it put a scratch in this throat and a watery heat behind his eyes that—

BEEP!

Charging complete.

Bart zipped toward the outlet, and hopped on his toes while waiting for Tim to unplug the device. He felt Conner and Cassie join in hovering behind him as he began to skim through the files. There was only one that matched what they were looking for, with its simple text repeated in the space-tab code.

R E M I N D E R S

Dig up 8th grade time capsule

Go 2 fashion show @ Hollywood Mall. Compare/Contrast costume

Be outside July 4th

Go 2 most romantic city on July 15th

“That’s it?” blurted Kon and Bart at once.

“Fashion show?” Cassie scratched her head.

Tim sighed, “I was watching out for key word triggers. I think.”

Bart frowned, “Like, if  you actually said anything close to what you meant, you were worried the Gatekeepers or whoever would notice and erase everything like they did with the Batcomputer?”

Tim nodded, “The ‘reminders’ are literally reminders. Straightforward intel would be too dangerous.”

“‘Cause God forbid your lil’ bitty bat-self actually tell your future self what was going on.” Kon huffed impatiently.

Cassie elbowed him in the ribs.

Kon hissed. “Sorry! Too dangerous. I get it.”

Cassie raised her brows and let it go. “So, what are you going to do?”

Tim shrugged, “Do what they tell me to and hope they help me remember, I guess.”

Bart looked up from his phone, “Better hope the ‘reminders’ don’t have to go in order, Tim.”

Tim winced, “Why?”

Cassie looked over Bart’s shoulder at his screen, “Because the only major summer fashion demonstration in California hits the runway in about 12 hours. Woah.”

Tim powered down the wrist tech. He didn’t like the idea of going out of order, but only two of the reminders had actual dates attached. At least he had opened the file right before July. Small favors.

“Fine. Mall first. Grab some food and rest and meet back with me in—“

“Only if you do,” Cassie’s eyes were narrowed.

“Yeah, man. No caffeinated all-nighters.”

“Kon and I will tuckyouinifwehaveto.”

Tim snorted, “Fine.

It messed with his plans, but if he was being honest, Cass was in town, and Steph had mentioned to Dick in the cave that she was done with her freshman comp essay. Red Robin wasn’t strictly necessary when Blackbat and Batgirl were around to help out.

He did his best to take it as the impromptu bit of fortune it was.

He didn’t let it hurt.

[tourlouxx]

Ex’s

So I was wondering what it would be like if Kanan ran into one of his ex-girlfriends, so I wrote it down.

Enjoy 

It was a busy day in the streets of Lothal. Kanan, Hera, Zeb, Sabine and Ezra were in Capital City’s biggest market looking for some much needed supplies. They had been eating ration packs for the past few weeks and everyone was sick of it. Well, everyone except Hera. After all these years Kanan was still surprised at how delighted she would get when any type of food was put in front of her, even if it made the rest of them want to puke, and they were no strangers to hunger either.

Kanan scanned the different fruit and vegetable stands looking for the ingredients necessary for a stew he hadn’t had in years. For some reason, he was really craving it recently. It went back to his days as a bachelor, working on some diner in a backwater world. He wasn’t a bad cook. People seemed to really like his food and, hey, he liked it too.

He was going through the recipe in his head when Sabine’s voice interrupted his train of thought.

“Kanan?”

It came from behind him, turning around to look at her he found her staring at him with a strange pleading look in her eyes.

“Yeah?” he responded.

“There’s an art store there” she said, gesturing towards it, “Can I go check it out?”

Oh of course. Art supplies. As if she doesn’t have enough already, he thought musing to himself. But he was in a good mood, and Sabine was a good kid. She deserved it. “Sure”

“Can I go with her?” Ezra said.

“Yeah, sure. I’ll go with you guys. Zeb! Hera!” He called back “Keep looking for the supplies we’ll be right back” At Zeb’s grumbling response they went on their way.

The art store wasn’t much. It mostly had traditional paints used for Lothal folklore art (Kanan was surprised the Empire hadn’t cracked down on that yet). It also had drawing pencils, sketchbooks, water paints, etc… Pretty regular art store if you ask him, but, of course, Kanan was never much of an artist.

As soon as they got to the store, Sabine launched herself into the place. Her eyes glued to the different materials in the various shelves. While, Ezra mysteriously stayed at his side staring at the store from where they were both standing. Silent. Huh

“So…” Kanan ventured, raising an eyebrow.

“So what?”

“Aren’t you gonna go take a look?”

“Oh no…” He shrugged “I’m not much of an artist. Besides, I just wanted to get out of the streets. My hands get itchy when I’m around big crowds”

Kanan hummed and nodded in understanding. After years in the streets, pickpocketing was as natural to Ezra as breathing, he had needed it to survive. Shaking the habit must be tough, but he was still making the effort, which they all appreciated. The less attention drawn to themselves the better.

“You should still get something” Kanan insisted, “You could use a hobby”, which was true, Ezra was a busy kid. Between missions and training, Kanan wondered what he did whenever he did have time off.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean something to do in your spare time, you’re really busy. You could use something to help you cool off you know?”

“I already have hobbies”

Well, that was a lie if he’d ever heard one.

“Really?”, Kanan said, incredulously, “Like what?”

“Uhhhh… I clean the ship”

“That’s your hobby?”

“Yeah…”

“And you actually enjoy doing it?”

“Yes” Ezra said, with as much fake confidence as he could muster. Crossing his arms across his puffed chest.

“Then why do you whine every time Hera asks you to do it?”

“Uhhhh… it’s… you know…”

“Ezra” Kanan interrupted him, Ezra had clearly lost this battle “Go pick something, I’ve seen you doodle I know you like it”

“It’s fine, Kanan” He said, in an exasperated tone, “It’s money we could spend on something else”

Kanan sighed, So that’s what this is about then. The kid still had trouble letting other people take care of him, but this was an old argument. He pinched the bridge of his nose, took a deep breath and released it.

“Ezra”, Kanan said, slowly and patiently “We’ve talked about this. It’s no trouble”

Ezra sighed then looked up at him “Are you sure?”

“Yes!” He responded, chuckling slightly “Go!” he encouraged Ezra by pushing him slightly with his hand on his back.

Before Ezra went to explore he turned around “Hey Kanan?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks”

The made him smile “No problem, kid”

The minutes ticked by as the kids went through apparently every item this store had to offer, leaving Kanan alone. He rested his back against the wall and closed his eyes. Today was a good day. It was just him and the kids and no one was going to attack them. Today was a luxury.

He smiled to himself. They really were like a family. He did consider them his kids.

“Oh my gods! Kanan?” A familiar voice cut him out of his trance and made him open his eyes.

The sight was of a dark skinned woman with deep blue eyes and a curly long hair. One that he recognized.

“Jadah?!”

Before he could say anything else a sharp pain struck him across the face. Yep, he was pretty sure he was gonna be walking around with a handprint on his face for the rest of the day. He instinctively reached up to grab it, trying to soothe it.

“Ok,ok” he muttered, putting his free palm up in defeat. “I deserved that”

He did. He really did.

“Yeah you certainly did” She said, as if echoing his thoughts. “After what you did to me I’d say you deserve more”

“What did he do?” Sabine’s voice came from behind him. He turned around to see her and Ezra standing right behind him, art supplies long forgotten. Great, he thought. Just perfect.

He had kept drunken past mostly hidden from the kids. He wasn’t proud of it. It was a dark time in his life. And now his past was staring at him in the face, in the form of a very beautiful woman who he had slept with a few alcohol-fueled nights then left behind as soon as he could. Although, in his defense, he had thought that she was a little insane at the time.

“Well, for starters, he...”

“WOW WOW WOW”, he interrupted her as soon as she started speaking, he doubted anything she was going to say was appropriate for the kids. His breakup with Jadah (or, well, his leaving Jadah) was due to a horrible misunderstanding. One that he did not want to explain in front Sabine and Ezra, “They don’t need to hear it”

“They don’t need to hear WHAT, Kanan?!” She snapped “The fact that you propose to me then left without so much as a note?”

“Ugghh” he groaned. Rubbing his face with his hand. He really wished the kids weren’t here.

“Wow Kanan” Said Sabine behind him

“I didn’t propose” he muttered into his hands

“What?” Jadah said, clearly annoyed

“I didn’t propose!”

“Oh yeah right now you’re just denying it!”

“No, I am not!”

“Oh yeah? How was I supposed to interpret ‘I want to marry you?’ huh?”

“I said COULD, I COULD marry you!” then he leaned in a spoke between clenched teeth “And considering the situation we were in I wouldn’t have taken it very seriously”. They had been together three nights the ‘incident’ happened in the last one.

“Oh so you’re saying I’m the fool for thinking you loved me while I had my lips around your...”

“Can we PLEASE not do this in front of the kids?” He interrupted.

“WOW Kanan” Said Sabine again, this time there was a slight chuckle in her voice.

“Sabine!” He said warningly, shooting her a look. Ezra looked puzzled. She just looked amused

“Who are these kids anyway?” She questioned, frowning as she said it, “Are they yours?”

“Uhhhh….”He hesitated, looking back at them. They just shrugged “Kinda?”

“What? How old were you when you got her pregnant? 13?”

“I’m taking care of them.”

“Who’s dumb enough to entrust you with their kids?”

“I’m a different person now.”

“HA! Like I would believe that”

“I am.”

“Really?  What sort of life changing decisions have you made since we last saw each other?”

“I quit drinking” Karabast, the kids would now know he was a drunk. Great. Just fantastic.

Jadah was taken aback, her eyebrows flew up in visible surprise “Wow” was all she could say. They hadn’t been together for that long, but she knew the type, the drunk drifter. Who spent all the money they won on booze. But she had given herself to him in hopes he would be different, she was thoroughly disappointed.

“Yeah” He said, grabbing his neck with one hand, looking down. “It became a real issue”

“Well what changed?

As if on cue Hera’s voice cut his response. “Kanan are you in here? What’s taking so long?,” As she saw the scene before her there was a slight pause and the she asked “What’s going on?”

Kanan sighed, then “She did”. Zeb was right behind her. Now everyone would see him humiliate himself. Great!

Hera walked over to Kanan’s side, put an arm around his waist and gave him a questioning look. He just gestured to Jadah in response, he was red. She then raised her free hand towards Jadah, inviting her to shake it. “Hey, I’m Hera”

“Jadah” She said, accepting the invitation.

“So… you and Kanan are… what exactly?” She said, a slow smirk tugging at the side of her lips.

Kanan turned to glare at her. Of course she knew what they were. She was probably enjoying this.

“Someone who he owes an apology to”

“Huh! I bet he does” She laughed and gave Kanan the do-this-or-no-sex-for-a-month look, at that point he didn’t have much of a choice.

“Listen, Jadah. I’m sorry, I really am. I was an asshole back then and you deserve to hate me. I am a different guy now. Hera and I have lived together for six years now and we have our own little family. I don’t deserve your forgiveness, I know, but… I’m still asking for it” He meant every word.

Hera’s arm tightened around his waist, she looked up at him and smiled. There was pride in her eyes. He smiled back.

“Wow, so you have changed.” Jadah said in disbelief.

“I have” He shrugged.

“Apology accepted.” She smiled.

He reached away from raise his arms in invitation for a hug. She accepted and hugged him then pulled back

“Have a nice life, Kanan”

“You too”

And the she walked away.

They all watched her leave and then Kanan sighed and buried his head in his hands. That had been embarrassing and a reminder of the time of his life when he was wandering pointlessly around the galaxy hurting people in the process. It was not a nice reminder. The one thing that made it better was when Hera put her arms around his waist again and nestled by his side. “You did good” she whispered. Yes, he would always be grateful for her. Without her he’d probably be dead in a ditch somewhere. Death by alcohol. Or drugs. Or worse.

He leaned his head against Hera’s and their foreheads touched. He closed his eyes and focused on her presence, that always managed to calm him down. They were both enjoying the silence Sabine’s uncontrolled laughter broke it.

“YOU…” She said in between breaths “You… proposed…while… while… SHE WAS GIVING YOU A BLOWJOB?!” and now everyone was laughing. Even the store manager who, apparently, had been listening to the whole thing. Kanan wanted the ground to swallow him up, or a lighting to strike or really anything at this point.

Hera was doing her best to contain her laughter but some giggles slipped out. She gave him a sympathetic grin and said “Come on, luv. Let’s go home.”  

[rebel-21]

Hitting Rock Bottom

Ezra was scared the wind was so loud and he felt like he was losing his grip. As he was plummeting to his death he was going to die and he was not even going to have chance to say sorry to Kannan. As he felt tears running down his face he wanted so badly for everything to gone back too normal. He wished that what he was doing was right but the mission went so wrong and it was all his fault. Just when he thought he was going to die He felt a sensation run through his body and he know right then and there that Kanan was coming. He could feel him and he was coming for him. As he looks up as the wind blowing hard in his face he saw light coming closer. His heart skipped a beat it was the Ghost. As it came closer and closer to him as the door of the ship opened and there was his master reaching out for him. But his heart sank Kanan! He yelled over the wind I can't reach you it too far! As he tried to reach but he quickly grabbed back onto the metal object that was keeping him from flying off. You're too far he yelled to his master. It ok! Kanan yelled I got you!. Ezra shook his head how could Kannan say everything was ok everything was fuck up and he was going to die. He looks at his master as he could feel his force it felt strong. Kannan began to yell at him again LET GO!I GOT YOU! Ezra had trusted this man with his life so many times trust in the force he said to himself. As he closed his eyes and breathed in slowly. He heard Kannan Yell again LET GO! And that exactly what he did he let go he felt him self-leave the safety of the metal object and he felt like he was flying. His eye flung open as he tried to reach his master hand as he stretched as far as he could. He thought he was done for he couldn't reach him still and then he felt it strong rough hand grabbed him as he was flung into the ship. As he hit the ground of the metal ship of the ghost hard. As Kannan yelled at Hera to get the hell out of here. He lay there and just breathing he could feel his body shaking as he felt Kannan rest a hand on his back. Ezra you ok? Ezra nodded he was ok for now as he felt Kannan lift him off the ground. We need to get to Hera can you walk? Ezra nodded yeah I can walk am fine. Let's go his voice was raspy and weak as he let his master lead the way back to the front of the ship. He quickly sat down on the seat next to him. He tried to explain himself to Hera but he knew she was having none of it. She had every reason to be mad he messed up he got his crew in danger he got himself in danger and he could have died. Not that wasn't something new for him but for some reason, this time, the feeling of dying was very overwhelming. He could slowly feel the adrenaline leaving his body as they hit hyperspace and they were out of danger. He could hear Hera start yelling again but for some reason, he just couldn't understand any of it.? His body felt numb he couldn't think he couldn't feel. As he tried to look up again but his body wouldn't listen. As he felt himself slump forward if it wasn't for a strong arm to catch him he would have fallen right onto the floor. Or maybe he was on the floor? He couldn't tell his head was spinning to fast before everything went grey and his eyes rolled back in his head before he passed right out. )))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) He woke by a feeling of someone or something watching him. His body went completely tight as he slowly opened his eyes. He was on his side and the room he was in was dark. As his eyes slowly adjusted to the dark room as he felt his body relax when he realized he was in his room on Ghost. As he sighed and slowly sank into bed. Ezra your wake!? Ezra jump at the voice he wiped his head around to see Kanna leaning on the door frame cocking his head. How long have you been staying there? Ezra said quietly. Not long I was acutely just wanted to check on you been out for good 6 hours and I was getting worried. Ezra Sighed The last thing I can remember was you rescuing me he felt his cheeks heat up. He watched his master makes his way toward him his mask was off and he could just make out Kanan eye that now does not see a single thing. He slowly moved over so Kanan could sit next to him he didn't really want to talk to him not after what went down in this room hours ago. Kanan turned to him so how you feeling you gave us a very big scare. I didn't know what was wrong with you? You literally just collapsed right in front of us when we went into hyperspace? I didn't know what happened I told you all I remember was you rescuing and I woke up here? Ezra sighed maybe your right maybe it as something to do with the Holocron. Kanan sighed as he seemed to be thinking long and hard about what Ezra head just said. You know Ezra your not wrong. I Think you pushed your self big time these last couple of week and you didn't have any guidance's So you did what you thought you need to and the Holocron was a great way to get that training that I didn't give you. Ezra felt lump in his throat why was Kanan saying sorry he didn't do anything wrong? It was his fault he listened to Maul he put himself in danger he put His master in danger and he killed Asoka . As he was brought out of his thought again when Kanan began talking again. I just ask you if you ok? What?! Ezra shook his head yeah am fine he quickly said. Really? Kanan pushed your fine cause the force says otherwise. Ezra didn't meet Kanan eyes I said am fine! Why don't you just leave it alone would you! He wanted Kanan to yell at him for being so stupid in trusting Maul and Killing Asoka then blinding him and to top it all off he also most killed Sabin and Zeb today on his mission it was his Mission! And he fuck up. He could feel tears rolling down his face and this time he could not stop it. As he felt warm arm wrap around him as the force wrapped around him like a blanket. He felt safe and secure in his master arm like nothing could happen to them like it didn't matter how many time He fuck up his master would always be their for him. But even after all that he still could not trust he still didn't know how to help himself. Maybe he needed to hit rock bottom and to fail so he can learn and be the person that his parents wanted someone that Kanan wanted. Someone that you wanted to be a voice said in his head as he looked at his master smiling at him. I want you to be the best that you can be Ezra you took a hard fall But am ready to help you back up. Ezra am ready to be there for you. Ezra smiled back I know you are he whispered and put his head back in the crook of Kanan neck and curled himself next to him. Am ready to trust again Kanan. EzraHe felt his voice crack again. Kanan tightened his hold on the young teen. I trust you kids dont you ever forget that.

[the-firebird69]

A lot of people are saying these are clones and they seen them like this you know some things it's a very aggressive mutation it is and they're not really mutants but if they took the bodies and attach themselves they would of course have this happen and they're pretty good with the chemicals but they need them nearby or they might fall apart or just die it's very dangerous to do and is very difficult it's a science but they look like they are actually concentrating and we can look like this we have demons and his children will certainly would look like this so people don't know which they are because they're very powerful and our son says the power levels of these two are astronomical when they're doing their routine it looks above what the clones would be able to do but he thinks it's possession and we do too and the clones are after that technology and they could blood share without having a brain inside the creature is true and it's a little dangerous but not massively because of the creature grows a brain your dead meat so that's how it goes and then they said they could Bud share without having to actually inside them or even outside of a container it's true but they could travel along the veins and they're very lethal and yeah they could put a valve on it but a filter but they wouldn't stop them and they get that and if they woke up like insects when they're young you just want to suck on stuff it's horrifying and the other thing would be to just use their blood and that's what they probably would probably do it they're looking at spice all the time going to use it just doesn't do as much and they seen it and it's a problem but yeah our kids were different they were born from a class a mutant full-blown cracking mixed with him and people see the baby pictures and I think what the hell is that because one of them had a tentacle and the face of one was pretty nasty as bad I thought it was Dan. But no and we're around and people have a lot of trouble with us

Jennifer

Mop

Carrie

Sunday

Suzanne

More ok. Lol. Some came near and didn't perform the ACT and have the specimen that he's going to move

Hera and yeah we are in Georgia's ships and are almost complete and you people don't know which of his kind of a big mess

Zues yeh

Ok lol he knows but wasn't privy to a lot of it did send us off just like in the movie and Tommy s says it was him and he sent his off to Mars when they were little so I caught and what so he says it and Mars is less gravity and they were a third stronger but no way they like these guys and we didn't send them to a foreign planet we did have them and it's really cool airplane looks like a spaceship the prototype and it looks like qui gons ship, the retrofitted it and I escaped in it

Hera

It's a wonderful story and it's very true and he was there once and helped put them in.

Olympus she says it was nearby each time and he was he wasn't aware of it most of the time

[the-firebird69]

many hit you using your own computer s....you sit down and oh yeah tons saw what Thor had him write and his and they think your over and done and have stuff....so  they use your computer, kock y8ou down or out..you look around outw indows like fools ad ck your equipment for bugs and phne and other gadgets and donnt hv proper sensing as your dumb by your act ad die actually die as your diets suck as cover..now we see you try to change cant have it...and it is  asmallpercentage of ppl who want to live here.  the screen eimts it your hardware yes your phone is powerful enough and emitters all around...andy ou say dumb cheesy things into the camera as  pence did out loud and saidhis name and all respectedhim so we droppe dit onyou as he was so consternated by an enemy and it is something to fear how he handles bja out or die ok die and hits or we do...and you crack jokes and get hit...there are a ton of emitters here we usually dismakntle by this time and tons out there and you fart yell and get hit...suckers really.  notone ofy ou is stolid or solid or smart...guess what that means..this place takes the cake we are nuts ok that is why....why what oaf...and you die lots...fine nd fie what on fight at all is a fight and we heard it started masacering billions then tirllions then all once a day the sludge proof...and you wont stop for ny price, matter of fact it is so over the top we awardhim a medal for bravery for holding the idea for so log see why...and he held it from oceanside to here and almsot 14 years of shouting back to hear what he has forthe past two days and you are weak lame fags ready to die...and heard corksand the other knifeplans we had prepped for no hire tons at the end as you say it.  gas very suppressed, ship emitters huge Pyramids adn tons of monsters robots ad our own exosuites ad youhave little clue what happens most of you it is pitiful sad adn dangerous...but we must so yap on losers Thor and a slap fight is challanged by bja in vegas to dave himself in the ring all slaps no other moves..and dave accepts and in person under one condition bja you bring him...and i cant they wont let me the o dice now you heard our agreement didt you. yes  i shall fight a proxi..and i will it is an honor i know th estyle ad use it and we shall see Stephen Seagal states and i shall bg emphasizes, and Stephen says he does have it down yes..and i shall fight  him and make him bleed like he does me...toight at the MGM if opened and ...it is rd states and bet w your own money no he says i dont pay out and yes true and it is due to here so whatever he will do it...and i agree it sucks but huge bets roll in and bg uusually looks close to the part ad role...it is huge chuck will show lol ad no your ont chucky but ok your chuck norris....and we fight now and use it oon his Casinos this guy here...i accept it is a good match and hehehhe it will be. a hahah yes the two ad are a painn and westboroand it made my night i cover him 50 on the Stephen Siegal protoge and we do this ad it will be the actual chuck NOrris claming to have killed Stephen Siegal but lying...and he does it so often this is perfect and i reseve it the best steak and wine at the mgm and we get it him not me...we do this. rd say Zues Hera it is a new fight method not no holds barred not wrestling...no kicks no knees no elbows hahahah we are all laughig but ont bja or bg he ischucklig dave said in his dave tone we haaaaveee done this before....and it is funny. i put 50 on bg to win...and the bja gessour so we add 50 from us Thor and Freya i add 50 and another 50 and we like it we do it for you and he aprpeciates it can give some to a charity too a few bucks to rd pick...he picks heart association he agrees...dad ad others...we see. i agree to try to see it too. the riders. here. dangerous ppl too.  we use our names but good grief that is worse ad you shut up son ad ok but we help ok yes you say... Bitol and Goddess Wife and it is like cops all over here tos of rude things talkad moro thigs this is hell no point to it on ourside rd rude too joe shhh joe try to fig outwhat you can do... Zues other than that yellig stuff we request more slap happy fighters adn others will challange..back to bac trump accepts another Bg fighter and trump and bja vs trump thier wives arnow inon it  ad one challanges mom.  caa says no no mom fights tommy f...and i accept tommy f says and is not rd.   dn i obstain tommy is younger often and i shape and it is non lethal..we see usually he says but for the heart... huge fight coming up...ad it is utah vs vegas too...tommy f is vegas.  huge and it is raking rd says we up our ante add 100 per fight ad bet on his mom to win i help he did last time it will help and work and she accepts he got aweful beatu p last time..and we see it worth it.   adn a drowiging ad you did awesome and he gave me pie and vader who helped us..and food and is nicer.  tons nicer though yelled and i heard this we are i trouble..see itnow..doughnuts ad doughnut holes so i look at he health einsureance ad say oh..ok.  and tough guy too. hard man.  we use it no.  we help you dee ok.  we do too Thrym says your a survivor we need to konw how  lol it is not mentos though they tried to get you to sell them and you should if you mk money adn i say on ok sugar and so on but heck they buy it ok...we do help too ken says..aka uncle paul and us Mary your step daugher in law removed ie my sister and me dave our son...i helptoo though i dont want to no have to and for tommy f...i see that is true too..so your not helping in this case...nope.  htought not you groin pull what a fag...we helphere preston says and for the fight and it will put pressure on us well needed these are at us all day all night..we see wehlpe and this is great anohter 100 and 100 by Hera for each bout and we can talk...i put it on dees though..he says.. mom cant bear me betting on her fight. and we see it is ont a massively lethal fight so we honor your decision... tonns of fights now and itis a slap fight. tommy f accepts the fight at New Vegas ioffered it. Thor we see now hte venue moves...and we see why we run some and see who and tattoo and the blackbuy who ranfor govna of cali and htey accept though joking and we go there ok enmass. but we need your twenty adn te for a candy bar and trainride lol rd says jokingly...good thing bgandcrewareon the bikes will geton the mcdill jets soo and parrachute in bikes under....okokwe see..fu we go there to your casino and free stuff for you bg and rd....andmomokok thne free my whole life to thirty something almost...we see it this is fun..ok. we do this Bitol says Thor said it isfun...wow Bitol slap fights really? your idea Zues oklol  Bitol says..we run this now this fight there Thor and I whoah he says see my lawyer about that lol okok we setup the joke.....we accept fights there bja says there,,,where, there, ohhh your son says that well that is off limits you said, no it is wehre we fight and Thor offers his lodge tonight too at eleven headliner...Stephen Seagal vs Chuck Norris exhebition fight itro to CELEBRITY SLAPFIGHT a new fighting show...and we ask, and he accepts, it is the announcer son of trump...he will do it.  he is mcmahon and kcked out of wwe ad wwf and more...so he says yes and we need the ittle guy no no imnotlittel ok mcmahon is large i accept and it is funny...ok. yuk but ok...we do it and vince bring your hat no thanks neal okokwe see safe fights...more or less. on drugs iether wehear...we dont police that closely for it but do for weapons no knives thar re illegal secret stuff or illegal guns. cops well in thatr area ad cia legal ones..so on.  but no funny ones unles you have the powerten out all would ask ok.  we see not like vegas no it is.we do this fun stuff. and we see tnosof cars and tons fobikes ad tons of food tons. andgirls allgirl all stuff...strioppers of yours inneedof attention need stuff there stockings and food for them that is special ti is hard like awlays...they use it too.  no vampire shows no closes at two opens at 6 am  allaway by then...Willie Wonka is there and his Chocolate and her Chocolate factory...there...a few different ones...and yes.. it is Lucy in the Sky with Daiomonds night ok Lucy and it is you scarlet ohara the scarlet letter woma..it is ist it andont me but ok, i am mops twin...the other one..no the same. we go there adn i slap fight him...i fight the queen of amarica the button girl Black Widow offers and in costume she accepts adn her name is there...and we see toolazy ok Crimson Widow and it is on and Wonder Woman wants apiece of poor girl Crimson Widow and now no at the Celebrity Slapfight in New Vegas...tons go therenow...and we see something we dont know who runs it joey says ohh joey no no joey no and rd ribs him...shut up rd shut it...joey replies..non way man this is fun..wont ve fun with nonr ibs to rib you back joey says visciously, silently dreamng this must be where sharon stone lives in new vegas,,ok ok i arrnge it if you stop rd says ok good...and sharon stone says sorry cant and the new catwoman challanges her in costume too..and she accepts ad it is on...open fisted isont slap but ok  hahaha lol he would do greatcarpenters hands...lol. powpow down tommy f..and out..and justin stands in and i accept The Bulk versus Carlton Fisk i assume it tonight...then back me off no. ok.  and we use it later ok caa on yours...due to your son well you can try we use your swat team on you...so we see how it is...onw to now too.  we go in hit the slime and thy wil try launchign shortly whiel they are away on prupsoe as forg move in..and hit them saucers Thor