#sabezraweek2024

[alphaofdarkness]

"May this new life of ours bring forth peace to you and I, Cyar'ika."

My gift art made for Eman and Natasha this past weekend at SpaceCon 🥰. Alas, Natasha had to cancel due to filming in Australia, but meeting with Eman was just an amazing experience, he was so kind and left him speechless with my art! 🥹 I hope I have another chance to meet Nat one day! 🥹

I am counting these draws for @sabezraweek, specifically for the day 1 and 2 alternative prompts: "Slice of Life" and "Domestic Sabezra" as the bean's are implied to be married/together and living their blissful new life on Lothal! 😊

Some detail zoom ins below! ~

I am so incredibly proud of these arts as it has practically been a whole year and few weeks at this point since I started drawing these amazing beans; from silly lothcats to full detailed art of them! I am so happy and proud of myself! 🥰🙌🏼

I am also incredibly grateful to all the kindness shared from this community! All you incredible artists, writers, graphic editors and video editors, etc. are amazing! 🥹 So happy to be a part of it; the beans have my heart and am always trying to be positive and hopeful about them! Happy Sabezra Week everyone!🧡😊💜

[black-cat-babe]

Sabezra week day 1: Mandalorian Ezra/Jedi Sabine

No rambling under the cut today I'm very sleepy

[rancidsugar]

HAPPY SABEZRA WEEK

OUTFIT swap with NALU (from fairy tail)

[alexversenaberrie]

The wedding of Sabine Wren and Ezra Bridger featuring Murley the Loth-Cat.

#star wars paintings  |  SW Paintings

[tarisilmarwen]

Sabezra Week 2024, Day 7 - Someone Else's POV

I've been running through the jungle I've been running with the wolves To get to you, to get to you I've been down the darkest alleys Saw the dark side of the moon To get to you, to get to you I've looked for love in every stranger Took too much to ease the anger All for you, yeah, all for you

-"Wolves" by Selena Gomez

@sabezraweek

SO I MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE MENTIONED IT BUT THE FINALE OF REBELS GIVES ME SERIOUS THOR/JANE VIBES.

Seriously. The hero making a sacrifice he knows will likely mean he'll never see the beloved again, the heroine patiently waiting, looking up towards the sky, "She searches for you."?!???

Tell me I'm not the only one who sees it.

Probably the most ambitious work I did this year, but I had been planning on this particular art forever so now was as good a time as any to kick my butt into doing it lol.

Thanks for tuning in to Sabezra Week with me guys! I had a great time.

[ana-cantskywalker]

"Sabine has never brought a boy home before."

"Oh no… I'm not-"

"And such a handsome one too!"

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What happens when you mix you, your crush, her family and a Disney song

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For sabezraweek day four: So much family (alt prompt for scary)

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[ladywren18]

Hii!! A little edit for Sabezra week! I know it’s not really matching any of the prompts but I like this one.

(Also I want really want to ask you to check my tik tok profile (ik it’s kinda self advertising 😭), cause there is a few of us there.)

[jessicas-pi]

hey hey hey, I actually finished another fic on time!!!

For day 7 of @sabezraweek: Someone Else's POV!

(this is entirely the fault of @kazoosandfannypacks and @jedi-nurse btw, they are the literal best)

Summary:

Five times someone saw Ezra’s armor and drew the wrong conclusion, and one time they drew the right one (and all six times, they were judgy about it.)

[intothewastebasket]

[alphaofdarkness]

Silly pair of beans are catching up after being apart from each other for a whole morning hehe~

Ezra getting snatched by his waist by Sabine, as he deserves 😤✨ she is the one that pulled them away hehe 😉

For @sabezraweek day 2: Secrets ✨a bit late but it’s okay!

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I really wanted to make another draw with just the two of them for sabezraweek, so I made this as quick as I could after my first post ✨🧡💜

Hope y’all enjoy😊 everyone’s works have been so incredible 👏🏼😤 I love them all!

The initial sketch had them hiding away in a corridor near by a meeting room where some figures can be seen having a meeting. Alas, I couldn’t figure out the perspective from this angle so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I just put my focus on them 🧡💜

[always-shipping]

Here's my work for Day 1 of @sabezraweek!

I wanted to do something a little different this year, so I've also created an alternate version of this fic. If you're interested, you can read this story as a film script here.

I had a lot of fun writing in prose and then translating it to a script, so I hope you enjoy!

[dreams-are-paper-thin]

100 word drabble ✨ @sabezraweek

How cruel it was that for Ezra Bridger to come home, Sabine Wren had to take his place on that remote planet.

Briefly reunited, but swapped places. Not fair. Sabine would say it was unlucky, but the Jedi didn’t believe in luck. It was like the Force was keeping them apart. 

Switching positions, passing each other by like ships that go to different destinations. Distant galaxies.

Sabine found herself sleeping in Ezra’s pod, in his beat up mattress. Meanwhile, Ezra stood at the communications tower balcony. The irony.

It seemed like a bad joke. Their place is with each other.

[supersaiyanjedi14]

SABEZRA WEEK: Day 1 (Oct 28): Swap

*The crew of the Ghost recruits a young street artist into their makeshift family.  As Sabine begins her journey down the path of a Jedi, the ship’s resident Mandaloiran pokes a little fun at her prospects*

“Whatcha got there?”

Brown eyes rolled as the voice rang through the common room.  When Sabine had accepted Kanan’s offer several months back, she had been absolutly estatic.  Hesitent as she was to fall in with a bunch of strangers, she had to admit that the idea of taking a stand against the Empire like this felt good.  There was something rewarding about the feeling that her actions here helping other people, as though their relief was the source of her own happiness.  And that was before Kanan had even spelled out her unique abilities.  She had always known on some level that there was something different about her, but until she had properly learned about the Force, she couldn’t put a finger on it.  Her world had undergone a substanial change in such a short span of time, and the amazing people on this ship were only the tip of the hill.

Most of the time.

While every member of the Ghost’s crew had their own unique quirks to them, the resident demolitions expert in the bright orange armor was the most frustratingly difficult to pin down.  Ezra seemed to be simultaneously guarded about himself and the most annoying little bug in the galaxy.  He seemed to have watched way too many cheesy holodramas about how to flirt, and all it did was make him come across as a try-hard dork.  That wasn’t to say that there wasn’t anything good about him.  Sabine admired his dedication to the crew, and his courage and kindness were obvious to anyone who met him.  And while she had found his flirting irksome at first, she had gotten used to it fairly quickly, due in no small part to her ability to tease him in kind.

“Don’t you have a firecracker to set off in Kallus’s closet somewhere?” she asked without even taking her eyes off her work.

“Nah, that’s next week,” Ezra replied as he strode in and sat down.  “Plus, I need Chopper’s help for that and Hera’s grounded him after that incident with the shield generator.  Anyway, back to what I was asking…”

Seeing as there was no chance of getting rid of him, Sabine relented and fliped her notepad in his direction.  Ezra’s eyes scanned the drawing for a moment before realization dawned.

“Is that you as a Jedi?”

“Something like that,” said Sabine.  On the large sheet of flimsi was a young woman with vibrantly colored hair, though instead of the simple farmers’ fatigues she wore in reality, this girl wore a layered tunic and floor-length hodded robe.  “Kanan told me about some common Jedi practices back before the Empire.  Most of them wore the same basic thing, but there was a lot of personalization, too.  I was just thinking about how to do mine.”

Ezra looked over the sketch again.  She could tell he was taking in her more…unconcentional approach to the garments.  Rather than the brown and tan that Kanan had described as the standard, hers were an explosion of colors.  Layers of red, gold and purple formed the tunic, while the skirt was a deep magenta.  The tabard hanging from her belt was adorned with golden starbirds, the emblem that she had taken to graffiting across the Lothal streets in her years before, while an identical red one was embroidered abover her left breast, just like what she wore now.

"And I thought Jedi were supposed to be minimalistic."

Sabine scoffed at the remark.  "Doesn't mean we have to be boring."  She returned to her notepad, shading in a few more colors.

Ezra spread his arms out in a grandiose gesture.  "I can see it now," he said, pitching his voice to a deep, dramatic baritone.  "Here comes the great and mighty Jedi Master!  Tremble before her hot pink lightsaber and fluorescent purple robes!"

"All this coming from the undersized Mandalorian?"

Ezra's face went red as he was caught off-guard.  His mouth moved for a bit, but no words came.  Sabine smirked.  This round was hers.  While his personality could be just as bold as his explosions, Ezra had a few weak points of his own.  Even with Sabine coming aboard, he was still the youngest and shortest of the crew, something that on paper did not mesh with his Mandaloiran warrior background.  When confronted like this, he would usually insist that he was “compact” rather than short, possibly followed by a swift threat of thermal detonator to the nose.  Yet whenever Sabine poked fun at him, he was always at a loss for words.

If she was being honest, it was kind of cute.

“Besides,” she turned the conversation back to the sketches, “I thought Mandalorians were all about decorating their armor.”

“Well, yeah,” Ezra found his voice again, though there was still a slight embarrassed stammer here and there.  “But there’s a lot of meaning to the color,  plus there’s some important symbols, a few-“

Ezra’s train of thought was cut off as he looked at Sabine.  “Wait,” he said slowly, “are you just trying to weasel a few art points out of me?”

“Mayyybeee…” Sabine drawled out, her voice dripping with teasing mock innocence.  Truth be told, she had been curious about Mandalorian art history for a bit now, and had been wanting to ask Ezra about a anything he might know.  And somewhere in the back of her mind, she was thinking about possibly getting him to open up a little more about himself.

Ezra considered for a moment.  “Alright,” he relented, “I will share with you some of our deep, secret wisdom.”

“Sure,” she said teasingly, scooting over to open up a seat for him.  “show me, oh mighty keeper of ancient lore!”

A few seconds of silence were soon broken by a bursty of laughter from the two teens at their antics.  Once he stopped laughing, Ezra sat down next to Sabine.  “You know,” he said, “In another life, you’d probably be a pretty cool Mandalorian.”

“Hm,” Sabine hummed, “Funny, you’d probably be a pretty interesting Jedi.”

The two shared a few more chuckles as they began to pour over some notes, making small adjustments here and there to the rainbow of Jedi apparel.

[illuminatedquill]

Story Summary: Ezra Bridger is home at last . . .

*Author's Note: This was originally a sabezraweek2024 fanfic that did not get finished on time and was delayed due to . . . circumstances. I hope that this story gives you, dear reader, some small measure of joy. We will be needing it in the days, months, and years to come.

Prompt - Surprise(?)

@sabezraweek

Your name is Ezra Bridger, and you have finally returned home.

Standing in the doorway of the old comm-tower you lived in for seven long, dark, and lonely years. All the old feelings return in a rush: a heady surge of nostalgia, joy, and lingering sadness that not even your Jedi training can fight against.

It almost brings you to your knees in that moment, that wave of emotions. You fight it off, swaying in the doorway.

(But you do not fight the stream of tears falling down your face. You do not even try.)

The woman who is practically a second mother to you gives you a gentle squeeze on your arm. Hera Syndulla has barely aged a day since you last saw her. Her voice still carries the gravity of command that you had grown accustomed to since the day you first met - but now it sits more heavily, more pronounced. The title of General does not seem to weigh much on her, yet the wear and tear of years fighting a war for freedom do.

You can see it in her eyes. The sadness of those who were lost.

(You were not with her to mourn the passing of your mentor, Kanan Jarrus. That is something you will always regret, no matter how necessary the sacrifice was.)

But none of that diminishes the joy. In the Force, you see her truly: a gentle fountain of golden light, always pouring forth. No darkness will ever blight the person that is Hera Syndulla. Whatever evil the galaxy conjures up to throw at her, she will never falter in her truth.

(That is an immutable fact of the universe. And everyone who knows her understands that.}

Both of the Jedi who loved her were inspired by the light she represented. So much so, that one died to protect it.

Even now, you turn to her for strength. Not to stand against an incoming darkness, but a return to the light.

You have returned home.

Hera says some gentle words, joined with a tearful smile. She has never left your side since you came back. There is always a smile - and, sometimes, with it comes some tears.

She leaves you be, once assured that you will be okay, to wait outside and extend some privacy.

Taking a deep breath, you walk inside the place you once called home.

It does not surprise you to see the mess that greets you. You know who has been living here during your absence.

(She fought for this place to remain a home. Not to become a tomb.)

A loth cat - Murley, you were told was his name - watches you with bright, curious eyes. It loafs, in the way loth cats do when relaxing, on the edge of a work bench. Cautiously, you extend a hand.

Murley sniffs hesitantly, and then gives a tender boop of his nose on the edge of your finger.

Guess that means I'm welcome to stay, you think, a smile forming on your face.

With the loth cat's approval, you walk around the comm-tower's interior slowly, taking everything in.

You see the paintings on the walls; the paint, the symbols, the signs of life and light that were not present before. The notes, the data pads, the texts, the tools, the clothes all strewn about like they were caught in the grip of a vicious gale of wind - all of it, burning brightly with her presence.

She made this a home, just as you did. A part of you wonders why she came here, of all places. She was a war hero. Surely, they offered her anywhere to stay on Lothal.

You know why, whispers a voice from the corner of your heart. She had nowhere else to go.

No. That was not the reason.

There was nowhere else she wanted to go. Not after . . .

You close your eyes, extending your senses in the Force. It takes far longer than it should, as your heart threatens to hammer its way through your chest, fueled by the sudden resurgence of feelings long thought buried.

When the calm comes, and you reach out -

Ezra.

Her voice. Saying your name in a hushed whisper, a thousand - no, a million times over and over.

Like a prayer. Every utterance comes with a different inflection - sometimes sad, sometimes happy, and sometimes angry - but, as you delve deeper into the Force, you can sense the same emotion of where it all is born from.

It's the same emotion you felt when first seeing her again after so many years of dreaming of the moment when she would come for you, at last.

You felt it when your eyes locked with hers; an achingly familiar face that you imagined on your bleakest days. A beautiful face, full of fierce pride and devotion, that you tried clumsily to recreate with a crude pen and even cruder hand, on the days when loneliness threatened to take you.

You felt it when she spoke; her voice being like a melody whose tune you had almost forgotten in the long years abandoned. Hearing it was like seeing the sun break through a dark, gray morning. She teased and joked and bantered with you like no time had passed.

You felt it when she embraced you; the steady, sure strength of her arms, clad in the unbreakable beskar steel of her people - an unbreakable strength that paled next to her own will and determination. Once, when you were younger, you thought that strength could shake the stars.

(You are more right than you are willing to admit.)

You felt it when you inhaled her scent - a scent that reminded you of the fresh bloom of flowers, delicate and lovely - as she hugged you close enough to feel the beating of your heart. Although you both acted the part of dearly reunited friends, you know that something deeper had transpired in your reunion.

Because when you felt her heartbeat, you mistook it for your own at first - until you realized that both of yours were beating so profoundly in unison that it felt like one heart.

When you open your eyes again, you are not surprised to feel the tears falling from them again.

You think about the last time you saw her - fighting on the top of a dark tower, saving another friend. A flash of emerald, flaring bright against the bleak sky of a foreign world.

You, Ezra Bridger, suddenly feel more alone than when you were stranded in another galaxy.

Looking around now, the place you called home feels empty. Despite the familiar surroundings and scents, it does not feel right. Something is missing.

Someone is missing from it. The absence fills the silence inside the comm-tower, robbing you of breath and peace.

You wonder, briefly, if this is how she felt for all those years. You can scarcely stand it now, not being there with her.

How did she handle it? How did she survive?

(You know what she did. The question is what will you do?)

You, Ezra Bridger, are surprised to realize that you are not home.

Not yet. Home, you now know, was never a place.

Home was left behind.

There is shame now. A gentle, burning regret. Once, you think to yourself, you knew this to be true.

How easy it is to forget.

(She never did.)

(What will you do, with all your power?)

You take a deep breath - and listen to the Force.

Hera comes beside you, concerned. You turn to her and say three words - a truth, a reason, and a call to action.

She laughs gently. "You didn't know?"

You shake your head, ruefully.

A gentle rap on your forehead. "Guess there's still some things for the Jedi Knight to learn."

You nod, thinking fervently, I hope so.

Hera studies you closely. "You sure about this?"

You repeat the same three words. She snorts.

"You already said that."

It makes things simpler, you think. But you only answer with a smile.

"Alright, then. Let's go get her, Ezra."

Your voice comes out firm and steady with purpose - and you think about her again, an image vividly springing to life in the forefront of your mind: her, smiling up at a sea of stars far, far away, thinking of home.

But not a place. A person.

This time, you start to think, as you walk out of the comm-tower and into the lowered ramp of the waiting Ghost.

This time, I really am going home.

[tarisilmarwen]

Sabezra Week 2024, Day 3 - Surprise

It's nice to have a friend (Ooh) It's nice to have a friend (Ooh)

-"It's Nice To Have A Friend" by Taylor Swift

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😈

[ana-cantskywalker]

Sabine had few things she was in complete control over, few things that were just hers.

He was just hers.

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Sabine is Ezra’s, Ezra is Sabine’s

What that means is nobody’s business

For sabezraweek 2024: secrets

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