#thanks wren for the idea

[stealingpotatoes]

*breaks into askbox*

ahsoka S2 is in great need to present Eli Vanto my man alongside with Ahsoka and Ghost fam. now this is totally important like top priority important.

i saw that ask and i just have to say this

thank you for coming to my TED talk

*dramatic exit*

the amazingness of your ted talk makes up for the breaking and entering

(commission info // kofi support!)

[roxashighwind]

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roxas. they/them. 30+

this blog has been a catchall since i started it in 2011 and so it will stay. 

ao3. dreamwidth. livejournal.

tracking #roxashighwind if you want me to see anything~

[togepies]

incorrect quotes 1/?

[jessicas-pi]

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Ooooh.... Here's a crack AU I made up ages ago!

So, in this AU, when Ezra was young (like... three, maybe,) there was an accident and his parents were killed. And something happened in that accident that revealed he was Force-sensitive. He was brought to Vader, and Vader sees this child—small, but VERY Force-sensitive, and born almost the exact same day Padme died—and his reaction is just, "SON?????"

So... Ezra grows up believing that Vader is his dad.

Anyway, several years pass. Ezra is about twelve now, and he gets his first mission.

It's on Mandalore.

One of the instructors there is beginning to suspect that Sabine Wren is considering treason. Ezra is sent there, disguised as a new student, to "befriend" Sabine and discover if this is true. It backfires spectacularly!

Ezra decides that Sabine is The Coolest Ever, Actually, and sticks to her like a barnacle. They run away from the Academy together (though Ezra does leave a voicemail for Vader telling him everything is OK. He just doesn't want his dad to worry!)

Ezra says he'd like to go live quietly on Lothal (he doesn't remember it's his home, but something about the name sounds Familiar and Good), but Sabine doesn't want to. She says she'll drop him off and then she'll go and be a bounty hunter, but Ezra, who REALLY doesn't want to lose his new bestie, insists that he could be her bounty hunter apprentice. He's, like, really good at being an apprentice. Honest.

Sabine kind of has it in mind that he's this pathetic kid that she needed to babysit and rescue from the Empire (she doesn't know who he really is; Ezra honestly just forgot to ever mention it), but he convinces her to give it a shot.

So, here's the thing. Ezra was raised by Darth Vader, and though he's not actively evil, Ezra's moral compass is a pinwheel and in his mind, the only reason to not do something is if either Vader or Sabine have specifically said Ezra No That's Bad.

After a lot of bad luck, they finally get a bounty puck, and set off to bring the person in. They get to the planet, and Sabine suggests they split up, because she thinks she'll catch the bounty much faster on her own.

She doesn't.

By the time she realizes she needs to follow the sound of people screaming and running, Ezra has already located, ambushed, and messily dismembered the bounty.

"Did I do good?" Ezra asks eagerly.

Sabine quickly switches mindsets from I have to keep this kid from getting himself killed to I have to keep this kid from having a villain arc.

"Um, are you okay?" Ezra asks. "You look kind of weird."

"I'm fine," Sabine says, smiling nervously. "Y'know, maybe we should just go live quietly on Lothal or something."

As it turns out, "living quietly on Lothal" is fun for about a month (which is how long it takes Sabine to paint the entire inside of the comm tower they've claimed as their headquarters, install bunk beds, dye Ezra's hair, and make mini cardboard mandalorian helmets for the two Loth-cats he brought home.) Then boredom sets in, and Sabine takes to vandalism. Ezra goes with her. He thinks it's almost as fun as bounty hunting.

Ezra also spends time exploring the Force. He's been trained in the Dark side but the peacefulness of Lothal starts to draw him towards the Light. He starts to find an equilibrium.

Sabine and Ezra have the time of their lives.

Then, one afternoon, about a year later, when Sabine and Ezra are working on an art project, Darth Vader barges into the comm tower and demands, "Do you have any idea how much trouble you're in, young man?!"

"Aww, Dad!" Ezra whines. "You never let me do anything!"

In hindsight, Sabine thinks, that explains a lot.

[aardvaark]

Hope you’re enjoying the librarians, who’s your favorite character so far?

hey! yes i am, thank you!!

ooh it’s tough to choose. honestly i like jenkins a lot because he’s hilariously snarky, but of the "core four" characters… hmm, probably ezekiel. gotta root for the home team lol (im australian) but also, he’s funny, he’s cool, he’s calm. he doesn’t mind too much that the others think he’s "bad" or worry about his supposed evilness lol, and i like that he either doesn’t let stuff get to him, or that he at least doesn’t let it show when it gets to him - i haven’t seen enough to really know about that yet. he’s a thief and frankly that’s just a consistently awesome character concept haha. he’s just rolling with the whole "magic is real" and "evil magic stuff keeps happening" thing and i admire that lol. i would completely freak out if i saw the stuff they saw, tbh!

unfortunately it is also GRATING to hear my own accent on tv. i do not sound like thattttt (<- lying).

[wrender]

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[wren-of-the-woods]

Oh no! The stranger in front of you dropped their keys. ✨🔑 There's quite a few of them and they're all labeled, but... surely that can't be right? One says "Happiness", one says "Fortune", another one is labeled as "Soulmate" and yet another one says "Strength".

When you pick them up to give them back they feel warm and welcoming, almost magical... Then you notice that the stranger is quickly walking away from you! 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♂️

Are you running after them? Keep the keys for yourself or are you giving them awayto someone in the @ ? 😳 There's a lot of things one could do with such a magical object...

I stare at the keys for a long moment, surprised. At first I assume they're a particularly elaborate piece of cosplay, but the more I turn them over, the more I am convinced that the strange, tingling warmth could not be produced by technology. The strength key is strangely heavy, while happiness seems to glow with something that is not quite light and not quite warmth. I can almost swear that soulmate has near-invisible lines emerging from it and weaving off into the distance.

By the time I look up again from the keys, the stranger is almost gone. I stand there for a moment, torn. It's been a long day and I had been hoping not to talk to anyone before I got home, but I've read enough fairy tales to know that simply taking something like this would be a bad idea. And I have a feeling it wouldn't be great to just leave them in the lost and found.

Just before the stranger goes out of sight, I start after them. I'm slowly gaining at them, but the distance between us is still large. If they notice that I'm following them or I catch up to them, I'll give them back their keys, and hope to have the chance to ask about them. But if I can't catch up and they don't notice... I certainly wouldn't say no to the chance to see what they where they were going to go with these keys.

[kiwibirb1]

Hhh see I really want to write more of the timeloop au but it's mostly just anne slowly going insane in all the canon scenarios, and it's a lot to watch each specific episode everytime I want to write. Might pick it up again after this weekend, doing the rewatch then.

[better-call-mau1]

sooo i'm curious about Nephews (And Nieces) Of Inexplicable Origin.... (Is it possibly what I think it is?? 😆)

Thanks for the ask! It most certainly is!!! 🤪😁 I had to go back and find our reblog chain with @that-one-loth-cat which started with your “Bo-Katan’s Obitine Flashbacks” (and this Satine & Sabine incorrect quote)…but yeah, the ‘nephew’ in question is Korkie, and the ‘niece’ is a Sabezra kiddo. 😉 The fic chronicles Bo’s saltiness over Satine passing off Korkie as her nephew, and she eventually gets to hit Ursa with an I told you so! that’s about 20-25 years in the making.

I didn’t have too much of this written when you sent the ask a few days ago, but I couldn’t help myself, so I finished the whole first scene. 😅

And fair warning, this snippet is from the POV of young Death Watch Bo-Katan, so there’s a fair amount of Star Wars cursing, i.e. variations of ‘kark’ and ‘kriff’. (Also, I gave Korkie a real name since ‘Korkie’ feels like a nickname. I’m not sold on it, though…might post a poll with a bunch of different candidates for what ‘Korkie’ could be short for.)

(Link to the WIP list for the ask game.)

“And then she had the audacity to call him her nephew! Her nephew! That’s how she decided to explain the baby she brought back with her! It doesn’t make any kriffing sense. I’m her only sister — her only sibling — so how do you think that made me look?”

Bo growled into her cup of tihaar and, rather brashly, swallowed down the rest in three fierce gulps. Her throat ached and eyes threatened to water, but not so badly that it blunted her ire over the red-haired little karker Satine introduced to her years ago.

Not that he was such a little karker anymore — Korkelan would be twelve now, and Bo wondered if he’d managed to connect the dots (of which there were only two, his ‘aunt’ and her Jedi protector), that had taken her all of five seconds to connect herself. The whole affair was more suspicious than a Jawa in a droid bar, and she had no doubt that it would explode in Clan Kryze’s face someday.

Glancing up, Bo found that her friend didn’t seem to be all that concerned with the not-so-inexplicable origins of her nephew.

Handle pinched between forefinger and thumb, Ursa bent her spoon back, preparing to catapult a red lentil across the banquet table. “One moment,” she murmured, squinting in the dim lighting of the tent. Slumped low in her chair to remain inconspicuous, she waited for the Saxon brothers to take their seats at the other end, each with a fresh cup of tihaar — one of the few tastes of Mandalore they still enjoyed on Carlac.

The head of the spoon sprang from her fingers, sending the lentil hurling across the table, soaring over Pre Vizsla’s bald head, and plunging right into Gar Saxon’s drink with a PLOP!

For a few long seconds, he stared down at the floaty in his cup. Stunned confusion morphed into disgust (as if a mynok had flown into the tent and taken a kriff on his plate), which simmered into a blind rage directed at the most likely culprit:

Skinny, slimy, pretentious Tiber.

“Aruetyc upstart,” Gar growled — and before the younger Saxon could utter a word of self-defense, his arm shot across the table and grabbed him by the collar of his bodyglove, lifting him off his feet and heaving him to the other side of the tent like a sack of joguns.

Ursa snickered in delight, sinking back and crossing her arms while watching the Brawn of Clan Saxon march over to the Brains and clobber him like a rabid rancor.

“I’m sure Count Saxon sleeps well at night knowing his clan’s future is in the hands of those two kriffhead di’kuts.”

Twirling her dinner knife, Bo leaned forward, planting her elbows on the table.

“Well, if you don’t want the future of Clan Wren to be in even worse shape, you should take my story as a warning. Anywhere you go in the galaxy these days, there are philanderering Jedi Knights preying on honest, Forge-going Mando girls. They whip out their lightsabers and put on a show with their perverse telekinetic shenanigans, and next thing you know, your sister is carrying around a ‘nephew.’ All it takes is one romantic jetpack ride. Mark my words.”

Ursa pried her attention away from the one-sided brawl to give Bo a flat, unconvinced look.

“Right. I’ll start worrying about Sab’ika going on romantic jetpack rides with unscrupulous Jedi boys when she can chew solid food.”

[wren-likethe-bird]

omg

[kanerallels]

Platonic sebezra, circus au?

Oh-ho-ho I did NOT expect this prompt to take root the way it did. Ahem. But here's a little ficlet that doesn't even begin to touch the depths of brain rot you've given me

“You’re the new tightrope walker, right?”

Sabine didn’t look up from lacing up her shoes as she replied, “Looks like it.”

This wasn’t where she’d expected to be— a circus in the middle of nowhere, barely breaking even. Clearly, it wasn’t as popular as it used to be. Everything made that clear, from the worn out waistcoat that the ringmaster had been wearing when he hired her and the threadbare costumes hanging on a rack near her, to the fact that the tent was still nearly empty, and it was fifteen minutes until show time.

But she’d gotten stuck, and she needed the money. And luckily, she was good at more than one thing. Tightrope walking would be easy.

Rising, she turned towards the arena— and froze, coming face to face with a lion.

Her instinct was to scream, her second to run or fight. But instead, Sabine deliberately tensed her muscles, feeling the panic race through her, silently counting to five. When she reached five, she let out a long exhale, then lifted an eyebrow at the orange clad boy standing behind the lion.

“Let me guess,” she said. “Lion tamer?”

He grinned. “How’d you guess?” With a quick whistle, he called the lion back, and it settled next to him, looking like nothing so much as an over large cat. “I’m Ezra, and this is Jasmine.”

“Sabine. This how you greet all your new coworkers?”

Shrugging, Ezra said, “Only the ones who can handle it. And it looked like you could. Besides, it’s a good test of who’s going to stick around.”

Sabine had no intention of sticking around. This job would, hopefully, get her enough money to make it to her next destination, and then she would move on.

But for now, she just nodded. “Looks like I passed.”

“Looks like it,” Ezra said with a grin. “Welcome to Circus Spectres.”

[ladyddanger]

can you tell me more about las nevadas hannah au? Like when and how does cquackity approach her?

OFC I CAN!

My idea would be for c!Quackity to approach her after the red banquet. He wants to give things a little time to calm down. Like I’ve said c!Sam is very upset by this but c!Q ignores him. Like with the other people he recruited he approaches her casually, maybe he invites her to talk about some business opportunities with the bank over dinner. You know make her feel like she has someone on her side, someone who still respects her and trusts her ect ect

And they have a great dinner. Quackity goes all out, makes Hannah feel very comfortable and safe, is very kind to her. But though the dinner he casually drops little hints about how nobody really trusts her and how she must be so lonely. About how she must really want that sense of community she had with the egg. And after they’ve both had a few glasses of wine. Quackity starts to talk about how he gets Hannah. How he also followed an evil power and how it cost him everything. About building himself back up after that.

He’s charming and vulnerable and very very convincing. So when he offers her a job after paying the check Hannah doesn’t hesitate to say yes.

[autumnwoodsdreamer]

📂 sabine wren headcanon?

She keeps a little pack of sweets on her at all times. Space cherry gummies, usually. If she feels herself start panicking, she pops a sweet in her mouth; the familiar flavour helps her calm down just enough to get back control.

It’s something she picked up from Zeb (except he uses a pack of mints but Sabine doesn’t like mint)

[wraenata]

honestly tumblr has been acting weird a lot recently so if posts aren't appearing on the dash or someone can't view things it might just be tumblr

has definitely happened to me on multiple occasions

Thank you Lee! I hope thats the case!

[spookyboywhump]

Planning out a wip and thinking about Cain making Wren choose his own punishment but also making sure he knows if he chooses something boring or too “easy” it’s just gonna be even worse. So Wren thinks about it for a bit and he doesn’t wanna fuck this up so finally he comes back to Cain with something in mind and tells him what he thinks he should do to him and Cain goes “hey kid. What the fuck is wrong with you.”

[hellishgayliath]

Do you have a dream job?

(Also have an awesome week helli!)

Not really I don't think?? I never had that kind of ambition to aim for. I don't really have any experience working at any job honestly so I'm not even sure what kind of environment I'd be comfortable in or fit in with (not the food service kind tho, i hear that is just god awful).

I'd be just content with being an artist, I wouldn't be able to handle like actual deadlines or expectations from commissions or big timey art jobs cuz my brain just cant handle pressure like that but it's the route I'd rather stick with until I am able to find something that'll help keep me financially stable.

bleh