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antianakin · 3 months

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I mean, the World Between Worlds is just as "soft magic" in how it works as anything else in Star Wars. The things it can be used to do or not do are pretty nebulous and unclear. Ezra finds Ahsoka specifically because Morai leads him to that portal and seems to open it for him even, while the same isn't true for the portal to Kanan's death on Lothal, and obviously there's the portal Ezra CAME IN through that seems to be just connected to the Temple as opposed to being connected to a specific moment in time (especially since Ezra comes out and time has passed, he doesn't go back to the exact moment that he left).

We also hear a lot of DIALOGUE as Ezra wanders around the area, from a lot of different periods of time, some of which are from what Ezra would consider the future and some from what he would consider the past, but there's no explicit indication that what he's hearing is all attached to the different portals we can see and these are moments where he could feasibly travel to or not.

We don't even know if someone could go in there with the explicit goal of using it to get to a specific moment or if the World Between Worlds sort-of... chooses for you in some ways.

And while the Lothal temple's PORTAL is destroyed, this does not mean that the WORLD BETWEEN WORLDS is destroyed. It seems to exist outside of space and time and there's plenty of opportunities to get people into that space in other ways than that one portal Ezra used. Whether Ahsoka was actually in the World Between Worlds during her episode with Anakin or not is left ambiguous (personally I don't think she was, I think it was a vision that just utilized that imagery, NOT the actual World Between Worlds), but it isn't outside the realm of possibility that another Force sensitive person might be ABLE to find another portal into it. I also don't think Ezra himself destroyed the portal, he seems to just be trying to escape Palpatine and then the Temple basically protects ITSELF by burying itself into the ground or whatever.

We also don't now what would happen if someone stepped THROUGH a portal that lead to a time they are not originally from. Ahsoka seems to believe that she HAS to go back to the portal to Malachor rather than come into the future with Ezra. When Ezra saves her on Malachor, he doesn't go fully through the portal, he just reaches out a hand to grab her and pull HER through the portal. If he had gone through the portal entirely, would he have just... been stuck there? Would the portal have disappeared? Would there have been two Ezras? What would be the ramifications of there being two Ezras? We just don't know because the World Between Worlds has never been used that way in canon. We don't even know if the World Between Worlds would ALLOW you to do something like that. Ezra only actually makes a change in the one portal he's explicitly led to by Morai. When he gets to Kanan's, he TALKS about trying to save Kanan, but he never actually physically does anything, so we don't know what would've happened if he'd made the attempt. We have to assume that he COULD'VE pulled Kanan through, and that someone COULD do some pretty nasty stuff if they had access to it the way Palpatine seems to want, but we just... don't have enough information to know either way.

So COULD someone go back in time and kill Palpatine before he becomes Chancellor? Sure, I guess, theoretically. There's nothing necessarily explicitly saying it COULDN'T be done, but there's nothing saying it CAN be done either or that doing so wouldn't somehow cause a lot of other problems generated by the time travel itself.

As for your question about Padme being hypocritical, I'm not sure I'm entirely following what you mean. In the scene where Padme chooses to help Palpatine oust Valorum by calling for a vote of no confidence, it's not at all a BAD THING for Padme to be focusing on Naboo. Naboo is actively being invaded and occupied and she is the elected leader of the planet. It's her JOB to put her people and their needs above everything else, she wouldn't be a good leader if she didn't. Palpatine is her mentor and hasn't truly done anything to make him seem suspicious yet, so when he says that getting rid of Valorum could lead the way to new better leadership that might get them faster aid to their people, she's got no reason not to believe him. And when Palpatine comes back as the new Chancellor and says he can't help her either actually, so sorry, she turns around and immediately finds another solution via the Gungan army.

And once we see her as a Senator later on, she is all about sort-of expanding her values beyond Naboo. The first thing we know about her as a Senator is that she's actively working to convince the Republic NOT TO GO TO WAR. That's something that goes far beyond just helping Naboo. During TCW, we see her sort-of focused on refugee issues and helping other Senators with their issues sometimes (like Rodia or Mon Cala) and even coming out to help the Gungans when Jar Jar lets her know something's up. In ROTS, there's an entire deleted subplot about how Padme was working with a group of likeminded politicians to try to overthrow Palpatine due to his corruption (whether you consider this canon or not is up to you, deleted scenes are sort-of a grey area and it's not hard to work it into canon but just say it wasn't relevant to Anakin's story or something). So I don't think Padme is being hypocritical when she calls for a vote of no confidence in Valorum at all, she's a 14 year old elected Queen of a planet that just got invaded, there's no TIME in this story for her to think about helping anybody else and pretty much any other time we see her, she IS doing stuff to help other people beyond her own.

I think that her MARRIAGE is hypocritical and contradictory to her claims of wanting to help others because quite often that relationship HINDERS her from doing what needs to be done and it fucks up her priorities, but I do think her desire to help people is genuine and that she did have her priorities right during TPM by focusing on Naboo.

#star wars #world between worlds #rebels #star wars rebels #padme amidala

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annes-andromeda · 1 year

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I know this is probably gonna age horribly since the Duffers will more than likely do something different, but I’ve been having some thoughts about the Upside Down.

I think Wills painting may serve another purpose besides being used for the Byler storyline. This isn’t necessarily a theory but more or less like an alternate storyline thing cause I don’t believe this might happen in the show, but it’s fun to think about.

Now this has been talked about a little bit about how the painting may be foreshadowing for S5. Some have said that the three-headed dragon is the Mind Flayers final form, others have said that it’s the Thessalhydra. I personally believe it’s the latter since Nancy described the creature in her vision as having “a gaping mouth”. And she’s definitely not describing the Demogorgon or Demodogs or Demobats because if that’s the case, then she would’ve just said it.

This is the only picture I could find that depicts the Thessalhydra with wings, but it definitely fits both Nancy’s description and the painting. And it’s not like the show hasn’t made changes to creatures from DnD.

But back to the painting, I believe that it is foreshadowing the Party comic together and defeating a common enemy. Now in the show this may very well be the Thessalhydra, but I have this sort of headcanon that I’ve been concocting:

What if just like Byler in S4, the painting ends up being a miscommunication. Like it is correct in the Party stopping a great foe, but it’s wrong in who the enemy ends up being.

If was just revealed that Vecna was the big bad this whole time despite focusing on the Mind Flayer for three seasons, then imo it would feel cheap. It would feel like when the Star Wars sequel trilogy clearly set up Snoke to be the big bad… only to kill him off in the second film and then suddenly revive Palpatine because reasons I guess🤷‍♀️

In terms of canon, I’d like for it to be revealed that Vecna only thinks that he’s in control of the Upside Down and the Mind Flayer, only for the MF to do a 180 and show him who’s really running things.

Since I believe the MF to be an Eldritch demon of some kind, I think he is the only being who’s mind Henry cannot read. So if he were, let’s say, using Henry as a way to regain power or merge the UD with Hawkins, then Henry wouldn’t know because the MD could simply block his own thoughts.

I do not believe that Henry created the Mind Flayer, but more so gave it its form. Similarly to how Will didn’t necessarily make the Upside Down (because we saw it existing even before his time), but he most likely gave it the form of Hawkins because he was afraid and home was the first thing on his mind (It’s also why I believe transmutation to be one of Wills abilities)

So essentially, Vecna is the Darth Vader to the Mind Flayer’s Palpatine. However, while the Mind Flayer can be referred to as the ruler of the Upside Down, I wouldn’t necessarily make him the creator of it.

This is where the Thessalhydra and the painting’s miscommunication comes in (Once again this is all just a headcanon)

What if it ends up being wrong that the Thessalhydra is the final boss. It could start off that the characters think this giant dragon-like kaiju with multiple heads and a gaping mouth is the ultimate villain to defeat or whatever.

But what if it ends up being revealed that the Thessalhydra is not only the original ruler of the Upside Down, but the creator? And that after the portals begin opening up, it is finally allowed to break free of whatever prison it’s been held in. This means the Thessalhydra can finally reclaim its throne and defeat it enemy, the Mind Flayer.

Now how would all of this be revealed? Well, I don’t know about canon but here’s my vision for an alternate story:

In S4, it’s revealed that Will has powers like El. However, it is subtly hinted that his powers may very well be generational, mainly on his mothers side.

Now this is something that actually was hinted at way back in the very first season. We see in S1 that after Jonathan, Steve, and Nancy defeat the Demogorgon, the lights begin to flicker in the Byers house.

Nancy and Steve think it’s the Demogorgon again, but Jonathan is the only one who senses Joyce walking around in the Upside Down. Not Joyce and Hopper, just Joyce. And the crazy thing is, Joyce senses him back.

(GIFs are not mine)

The fact that both Jonathan and Joyce can sense each other’s presence despite being in different dimensions is insane to me and I hate the fact that this is never brought up again after S1.

So this would fuel my little headcanon (or theory whatever) that Joyce’s side has some sort of generational abilities. Joyce and Jonathan’s abilities would be more mentally focused, whereas El and Will’s abilities would be more physically focused. Yes, I know El isn’t a biological Byers, but we see in S2 that her bio mother Terry has powers of her own, so her powers may also be generational.

It’s also the same for Henry. I also theorize his powers to be generational, once again, on his mothers side. It would explain why his mother was the only one who caught on to what Henry was doing in their house, and his father and sister were oblivious.

So let’s say that while the characters are fighting against some monsters of the UD or Vecna, Jonathan gets taken. Since Vecna has already held Will and El hostage, why not give Joyce even more trauma and stress and take her eldest son/first child🙃

While the group is trying to find Jonathan, he gets taken to an unknown location. There, he meets the Thessalhydra face to face. This could parallel to how Will is the first one to see the Mind Flayer in person.

Obviously in the beginning, Jonathan thinks this is just another monster trying to kill him like all the other ones. But unlike the Demogorgon or the other creatures, the Thessalhydra is much more intelligent and can sense that this boy is not a threat.

Since the Thessalhydra is the creator of the UD, the creatures living there actually were originally impervious to fire. However, once the Mind Flayer took over, the UD became a cold, barren wasteland. Creatures like the Demogorgon and others had to adapt, which is why fire can now hurt them.

Along with figuring out the UD’s history, Jonathan finds out that like his brother and sister, he too has powers of his own. He can actually control the monsters of the UD and sense their thoughts and emotions, which is why the Thessalhydra knows he isn’t a threat. He can also link his mind with the people closest to him, which he uses to communicate to his mother and siblings, as a parallel to S1. Joyce also this same mind link power.

Jonathan shows the rest of the group that the Thessalhydra isn’t their enemy, and boom! Cue epic face off against the Mind Flayer and Vecna (or just the MD if he decided to kill Vecna idk)

Will all of this happen in the actual season? Highly doubt it. But I’d definitely like to learn more about the Upside Down and the Mind Flayer and how it all came to be. And it is the last season, so you gotta go out with a bang.

#stranger things #hopper byers family #hopper byers siblings #byler #byeler #will byers has powers #jonathan byers headcanons #will byers #jonathan byers #el hopper #joyce byers #st theory #st s5 theory #i guess #mind flayer #henry creel #st vecna

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webslingingspidergirl · 1 year

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Between two worlds Anakin Skywalker x reader chapter four the future

an hour after meeting up with Peter and Harry at a cafe

you and anakin head back to your car "your friends were uh nice" Anakin said as he tried to not sound jealous.”what Peter and Harry said when we arrived they were being overprotective and I think they both think we are dating” you said while you were trying not to show you blushed (face turned red) and grabbing your car keys. Suddenly a portal open “what is that” Anakin Questioned as he never seen a portal before “it is one of strange’s portals and why is it at the sanctum Santorum?”you said as you walk through the portal to the sanctum santorum and Anakin Follows you.

At the Sanctum Santorum

“y/n I’m glad that you are here and we need to talk and also who is this”Doctor Strange said as he saw the now possible future (Order 66) (A new hope,emperor strikes back, return of the Jedi and the sequel trilogy)”ok and this is anakin skywalker he is not from earth “ you said. Strange’s eyes widen “I know about the visions and those visions made me see one possible future where in three years where a huge threat to this whole universe is gonna effect the future fracture any timeline, you and your friend Anakin are gonna be part of it”Doctor Strange said as he tried to not mention that you and anakin has two kids named Luke and Leia (the twins) and Anakin becoming darth Vader “how do you know I had dreams or visions about Anakin” you said confusingly “those dreams or visions you had about were real and your the only who destroy some one who manipulate your friend into a dark path and cause a war between everyone in every planet and empire”Doctor Strange explained knowing that Anakin is gonna become Vader and emperor palpatine is gonna try take over the universe.”why is it has do with me going to the dark side“ Anakin questioned as his future with you could be ruined by the chancellor palpatine in three years“ listen kid you have to control your fear and don’t go on that dark path trust me if you did it horrible thing will happen to you “Doctor Strange explained to Anakin “I will try my best to prevent what going to happen in three years and can you open to where I parked my own car “you said. Doctor Strange nods and opens a portal where your own car is “good luck kid” Doctor strange said. You walk through the portal and Anakin also walk though the portal with you

At where your car was parked

“ let’s head back to the compound and explain to the others what doctor strange told you and Anakin “ you said as you unlock your car and went in, sat on the drivers seat and Anakin sits on the passenger seat “uh who is he and how does he know my own future “ Anakin questioned.you look at him”he has the time stone and it makes him see any possible future “ you said

At the compound

you and Anakin walk out of your car and you stopped for a second "lets head to the dock near the lake that is very close to the lake (the same location where the avenger were grieving Natasha in endgame and it is the dock)"you said as you put your car keys in your pocket" ok sure" Anakin said.

at the lake (dock)

"the lake is my quiet place , i usually hang here when i feel a bit moody and at least the lake is not a beach and a beach is a place where there is sand near the ocean "you said while staring at the lake and being unaware there are secret security camera hidden in the dock " i don't like sand it is just ruff and irritating" Anakin commented. you felt Anakin staring at you with those blue eye like he was thinking that you were an angel. you look at him quietly suddenly Anakin kisses you, you did not want pull away and Anakin has stolen your first ever kiss but you pulled away quietly and you blushed really hard (In your mind: i just had my fist kiss stolen and i really like Anakin and now it is true that Anakin is in love with me) and looked at the lake quietly "are you ok" Anakin said while sensing that you are have stopping talking for a minute "I'm ok it is just just i need to calm my mind lets h- h-head inside the c-c-compound you said while stuttering

in the compound

you and Anakin walk in the rest avengers explain the attacks on earth to Obi wan "were back" you said while heading to sit on the couch "so how was hanging with peter and harry after what happened in empire state university and what did Peter and Harry think of Anakin "Steve questioned as he and the rest of the avenger were wondering what happened "they thought Anakin was my boyfriend and Harry complained about his father and I wish I could find my father" you said you tried to not tell every one that Anakin kissed you and you secretly liked it "Anakin I'm going to kamino because it got erased from Jedi archives and you stay in earth make there are no accidents that would harm earth's relationship with the galaxy we don't separatists attacking earth and I'm leaving the jedi training equipment here for you and y/n" Obi wan asks Anakin "ok master" Anakin said. Obi wan heads back to his ship and goes to kamino.

in your bedroom

you are sitting on your bed , reading pjo(Percy Jackson) while doctor who(your favourite tv series)(in your room you have a doctor who memorabilia on bookshelf and doctor who merch is on every shelf even though your desk has a bookshelf filled with your books attached)(bookshelf that is not attached to your desk is where you put your doctor who memorabilia on) that on your tv playing a random episode "that was a very strange day for me and Anakin has become the first boy that kissed ,I'm trying hard to hide my feelings for Anakin" you said while reading someone knocks your door and you close your book , you open the door and you see Anakin "hi y/n I'm sorry for what happened at the lake I could not control myself Anakin said apologizing "its ok Anakin and do you wanna watch my favourite tv series (doctor who) with me" you said as you did not want to be only one watch doctor who "ok" Anakin said.

meanwhile somewhere in the compound

the avengers were checking the security footage and they found security camera video of Anakin Kissing and this is their reaction "Y/N'S FIRST KISS IS FINALLY STOLEN BY SOMEONE THAT IS NOT PETER" Sam and Bucky said at the same time "i do not know why you two gang up on Peter" Steve sighs as the rest of avengers chuckle "ok this is very personal for y/n, metal arm and birdy calm down I'm trying to eat my cheeseburger" Tony said jokingly.

#anakin skywalker x reader #avengers x reader #star wars x reader

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whichwayloreylo · 6 months

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Menelaus Blue Morpho

A/n: Hi! Sooo I did this little drabble with Reylo and the WBW 👀 I want to dedicate this to my dear friend @craitqueen ! I know it's not as good as what you'll write but I wanted to start a little something for you 😝💖

Please enjoy and like or reblog if you read! 💕 | 1.7k words (All fluff with a splash of angst btw)

Consciousness ebbed and flowed through him. He felt his lungs absorbing the first few pants of air like a sponge. For a few moments, there had been only darkness. Pitch black, but the ethereal feeling of floating through the galaxy. Ben's eyes snapped open and he jerked himself up to a sitting position. The air was light here. It felt...pure. Much purer than he'd ever experienced on The Finalizer.

Taking in a deep breath, Ben surveyed his surroundings. What was this place? It was unlike anything he'd ever seen before. His dark brown eyes danced along crystal pathways that floated through the air. His gaze went down to his lap to see one of those pathways beneath him. Ben held his hands up in front of his face to examine them, front and back. Nothing. Clear skin. He patted his chest and abdomen. All seemed normal. How was that possible? He felt he had a distant memory of his body being broken. Followed by a notion of freedom unlike anything he'd ever felt before in his life.

Putting his hands down on either side of him, Ben pushed himself to stand. He turned in place, yet saw nothing but avenues stretching in the distance. "What a mystical place", he spoke to himself.

Rey sat stunned on Exegol, her fingers shaking in front of her eyes. "No", she whispered. "NO!" Bringing her palms to her face, Rey felt the tears rushing down her cheeks. Her mind raced as she suddenly screamed and clawed at the ground. "He has to be here. He can't just leave ", she sobbed. Feeling dirt and blood cake under her fingernails, Rey heaved a breath before she threw her head back in an agonizing howl. She rocked herself back and forth frantically. She finally found her family. She finally found her home. It was Ben.

Rey began thrashing violently as the emotions overwhelmed her. There were so many. Hope that bubbled to the surface, only to be stamped out. Love that bloomed in her chest, only to be ripped away. How could she go on like this? She'd never felt truly whole in her life until Ben came to her aid to face Palpatine. To know that it was him, really him, completed her in a way she hadn't thought possible. She wasn't even given the time to enjoy it. Now, it felt as though her other half was wrenched from her grasp.

After a considerable time, Rey's cries dulled to numbness. She sat with her forehead laid on her crossed arms atop her knees. Not moving. Just existing, if she could call it that. The whimpers of a porg burst her bubble of misery. Looking up, Rey's eyes found the porg crying in front of her. She sniffled and wiped her nose. "What's wrong, little guy? Are you heartbroken, too?" The porg bounced up and down before turning to walk away. Turning back to look at her, the porg flapped its wings and cawed. Rey got the distinct feeling that it wanted her to follow. She shakily stood, not bothering to brush any dirt off her clothes. There was blood on them anyway.

Slowly stepping toward the bird, she waited for it to scurry further and turn to her again. Rey rubbed her palms on her pants absentmindedly as she walked. She couldn't tell if they were wet from sweat or tears. She followed the porg into a dark chamber. She squinted her eyes. There was very little light, but there was a distinct glow on the other side of the space. Rey cautiously approached what could only be described as a floating vortex encapsulated in a triangle, inscribed with ancient Jedi text. She blinked her eyes to confirm that she wasn't seeing things.

Walking forward, Rey ghosted her hand over the entrance. It had to be a portal of some kind. She slowly let her fingers extend into the void and found that there was no solid barrier behind it. Her arm was being sucked in. Rey had no desire to fight it. Any dimension was better than this one at the present.

Tumbling out on the other side, Rey fell on what felt like glass. She pushed herself up on her hands and knees and looked around. She had clean clothes and her arm was healed. She didn't know if she was in some kind of dream. Pathways crossing over and under one another extended as far as she could see. The air was empty except for the twinkling of stars. It was like she was looking at the whole galaxy from here. Rey rose to stand as she took a few steps forward. Blue mist seemed to outline every step of her foot. "This is magical", Rey thought as she looked down at her feet and giggled. She needed a distraction from her harsh reality.

Wind whistled through her hair as she raised her face back up to look at the stars. She took slow, careful steps forward as she admired the beauty around her. It reminded her of the hole she fell into at Ahch-To. She hoped that this place wouldn't leave her feeling anymore desperation. Her heart couldn't break any further, if she had to guess. Rey halted her steps and enjoyed the quiet, peaceful atmosphere. Suddenly, she heard a whisper carried by the breeze.

"Rey."

Rey jolted her head in the direction that it came from. That was Ben's voice. She'd know it anywhere. Her eyes frantically searched for anyone else in this void.

"Ben?" she whispered desperately.

The soothing voice came again.

"Rey. Follow the sound of my voice."

Running forward, Rey didn't know what she'd find. And frankly, she didn't care whether or not it was a trap. She would always run toward Ben. She'd spent far too much time running away from him; she realized that now more than ever.

A person's form started to emerge down the path. Rey ran harder. She stopped a few feet from the dark, tall figure. Its back was turned to her, but Rey knew it was Ben. She could feel it. She just didn't know how he was here or how this was possible.

Rey cautiously spoke. "Ben? Is that you?"

Turning to her with a confused look, Ben smiled when his eyes landed on hers.

"Rey. You found me", he said as he opened his arms. She noticed that he was wearing the same clothes she'd last seen him in on Exegol.

Rushing forward into his arms, Rey locked her hands in a vice grip around his torso. The tears began streaming again. "Ben. I knew it was you. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry for everything."

Looping his arms around her, Ben kissed the crown of her head. "What're you apologizing for, sweetheart?"

Rey whimpered but kept her cheek against his chest. She didn't want him to disappear. "It should've been me."

Ben pushed her back slightly to loosen her grip. "Rey, look at me."

Rey's eyes bored into his as her bottom lip trembled. She would do anything to switch places with him.

He cupped her cheeks in his hands. "It was you. You gave your life for a noble cause. Something that I was never able to do, until I gave my life for you."

More tears blurred Rey's vision, but she shook them away.

"No, Ben. It isn't fair. I've never had anything in my life to truly call my own."

She locked eyes with him again.

"Until you. We were destined for each other. And you were taken from me. Killed from me. My other half."

Ben shushed her and brought her head back to his chest before she got herself too worked up.

"Shh, shh. Rey, do you hear that?"

Rey scrunched her brow in confusion. Hear what? And that's when she heard it. His heartbeat. Slow, but steady. Rey looked back up at Ben with wide eyes.

"Ben! Your heartbeat! Are...are you still alive? I watched you disappear." Her eyes searched his for answers.

"I'm not sure. What little I know of the World Between Worlds, I learned from Palpatine. He was trying to control it. To gain dominion over it."

Rey looked around again. "Is that what this place is? The World Between Worlds?"

Ben nodded. "You didn't know that?"

Rey shook her head. "No, I didn't. I've only heard of this place in stories. I didn't know it was real."

Ben let out a small chuckle. "Ah, my scavenger. You have much to learn."

Rey looked back at his face and smiled. She was so happy to see him again. She stood on her tippy-toes and kissed him, putting her hands on his cheeks. This was real. He was real. The revelation gave her a new burst of life.

Pulling back, Rey sighed contentedly. Ben looked down at her with a smile before he spoke. "Now we just need to figure out how to get out of here."

Rey's eyes blew wide again. "Get out of here?"

Ben quirked his eyebrows, confused by her question. "Yes, Rey. We need to get out of here. Back to our realm."

Rey looked down at his chest as she brought her hands back to it. "What if I don't want to?"

Ben scoffed. "What do you mean, Rey?"

She met his gaze again. "You exist in this realm. And it's just the two of us from what I can see. There's no pain. No war. We could stay here forever."

Ben paused, considering his answer. "Rey, I know it's painful. But we have to try. Whether I'm alive in our realm or not, they need you." He rubbed his thumb across her knuckles. Seeing the tumult in her eyes, he pressed his forehead to hers. She inhaled a sharp breath and her eyes were glued to his.

"I don't want to leave you", she choked out as her eyes welled up with tears again.

"Alive or not, you know that I'm always with you", Ben said as he closed his eyes.

Rey closed her eyes, too; basking in his presence and steadying her breath. She'd reached a resolution.

"I'll only go back if you try to come with me."

Opening his eyes, Ben smiled again. A big, toothy grin. "Well of course, sweetheart. I'll follow you anywhere."

Rey giggled with tears prickling her eyes. She kissed him again as a lone tear dropped down her face. She didn't know if it'd be the last time.

Parting from the kiss, Ben stood up straight and extended his hand to Rey.

"Let's give it a try."

Rey smiled and took his hand.

#reylo #reylo au #wbw #world between worlds #my stuff

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miggydiaz · 2 years

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Okay rewatching season 4 of Stranger Things and I am now 100% positive of 3 things:

1. One/Vecna/Henry cannot be killed while Eleven lives, because Eleven is his phylactery. Vecna is a lich king — he’s an undead wizard that is attached to the mortal plane via his phylactery. While most phylacteries are created intentionally as a way to hide the lich’s soul in order to protect themselves from True Death, I think the power exchange between One and El when she pushed him through the portal in 1979 turned El into a phylactery for One unintentionally. It’s the same logic that governs the relationship between Voldemort and Harry in HP. Voldemort accidentally creates a horcrux in Harry (which is similar to a phylactery, except horcruxes are used to break a soul into many pieces versus a phylactery which is used to contain the whole soul). This is why Harry has to die at the end of the seventh book because Voldemort can’t be killed while Harry lives. Same with One/Vecna/Henry and El. While Eleven is alive, Vecna can’t be killed. She must die in order for him to be eliminated and he must be eliminated before the upside down can be destroyed.

2. This bond is strengthened by the fact (again, pretty sure I’m 100% right about this) that Papa is not Papa to the special children — One is. One was the first child of Brenner’s program, and is obviously older — by at least ten years, if not more — than all the other children. While One has many powers that we see, his children tend to excel at certain behaviors over others, yet all of their powers are powers they share with One. Eleven, of course, ends up being the strongest of them all — with One’s guidance, as we see throughout El’s memories — and consequently she displays the highest number of powers (including discovering some along the way).

Not to mention, this is LITERALLY the plot of the original Star Wars trilogy, right? (Also, throwback to Dustin trying to make El levitate the Millennium Falcon in season 1). Luke finds out that the Supreme Commander of the Empire —essentially Emperor Palpatine’s (the Mind Flayer’s) five star general (Vecna) is his father — the same way El will find out Vecna/Henry/One is hers.

And 3. It’s no coincidence that the upside down is stuck in 1983. Specifically stuck on the night that Will Byers goes missing, which is the same night El escaped from the facility, using the tunnel One showed her in 1979. El isn’t being used to poke around in the upside down in 1983 — no one even knows there IS an upside down in 1983, because Vecna/Henry/One has been creating it for the last 4 years. Instead, El is being used to spy on the soviets. However, El is prone to wandering around where she’s not supposed to go, and consequently finds the demogorgon, which scares her enough that she opens another gate to escape it and leads it right into the real world. The upside down is stuck the night that El escaped and Will went missing because that’s the night it began bleeding into Hawkins. But when El’s sacrifice destroys Vecna/helps destroy the Mindflayer in the upside down, the right side up will revert back to 1983 — before the upside down ever began bleeding over, before Will goes missing, before Mike and El ever meet, etc. This is how the Duffer Brother’s can get away with killing off major characters in season 5 without being Game of Thrones — every sacrifice in season 5, with the exception of El’s won’t matter in the end because sealing the upside down, which only opened the night El escaped and Will went missing, will reset time back to that point in 1983 just before the bleed between worlds began.

I’ll probably add to this as I speculate more in the off season, but I’ll be SHOCKED if at least the first and the third one don’t turn out to be what happens.

#stranger things #stranger things spoilers #stranger things season 5 speculation #I don’t know what to potentially trigger warn for here so like if something upsets someone let me know and I’ll tag it #alternative title of this post: here’s how the gays can still win

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tarisilmarwen · 2 years

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Title: “Keystone”

Prompt: Defeated and Trophified

Fandom: Star Wars Rebels

Character(s): Ezra Bridger, Emperor Sheev Palpatine/Lord Sidious, Ahsoka Tano

Warnings: Depiction of electric torture, references to past torture, strangulation, broken bones, major character death

AO3, FFNet, Request a prompt/character

Someone order some heavy-duty angst for a Bad Things Happen Bingo prompt?

Trick question, absolutely no one asked for this, my horrible gremlin mind just had the terrible thought, and then it became a marinating idea, and then when my card came back with "Defeated and Trophified" I was like, welp that's it, it's happening, I'mma write it.

This one uh... hurt. A lot. Enjoy?

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As the turbolift descended into the bowels of the Imperial Palace, the air seemed to take on an eerie chill. There was a strange thrumming energy, something old and powerful... and dark.

The sour taste of it was like sweet liquor to Palpatine's senses and he drank it in, greedily, relishing the way it buzzed and hummed on his skin, a taste of the power that was his alone to direct and command, his alone to wield.

The lift stopped at its destination. The shaft bottomed out even further below, but the present floor was the only one with enough space hollowed out to fit his current prized possession. The doors swished open and Palpatine proceeded down the hall, hands clasped casually in his sleeves in front of him.

The end of the hall opened to a massive chamber, the ceiling disappearing into distant darkness far above. Illuminated with several freestanding floodlights was a towering body of stone. The slabs were ancient, marked with decades of wind and rain, the painted markings that climbed up their faces faded into a dull reddish-brown from age.

The great gate of the Lothal Jedi Temple. Masterfully transported all the way from the backwater Outer Rim planet it had been recovered at.

Palpatine smirked a bit to himself, still pleased at how seamless the transfer had been, how very carefully his architects had transferred the gateway into his sanctum, achingly aware of how precious every small brick was.

He proceeded into the chamber. The archway of the Temple entrance enveloped him, slowly, the walls rising up on either side of him. Even now, the gateway resisted him, crying out through the Force at his intrusion, a ringing, discordant noise in his head.

He ignored it as he came to a stop, meters away from the point that separated him from the thin veil at the end of the hall, the portal into the world between worlds and the inner structure of the Force itself.

He turned his yellow eyes up towards the top of the archway before him.

Metal was grafted to the stone above the opening, spikes dug into the rock, clinging to the surface like some kind of parasitic leech. Glowing lights hummed at its edges. It pulsed and breathed almost like a living thing, artificial heartbeats echoing through the Force. It was a fiendish device of his own design, crafted from arcane Sith alchemy, created for one purpose, and one purpose only:

To hold the limp human figure currently dangling within its restraints.

Palpatine's mouth cracked with a cruel smile, watching as the small figure stirred from its fitful rest, blinking, coming to reluctant awareness.

"Hello Bridger," came his sneering greeting, the hands inside his sleeves tightening with anticipation. "I am sorry to wake you." His voice was like a horrible mockery of grandfatherly concern, harsh and biting. "But it seems I am in need of your... services once again."

The battered, exhausted boy pinched his eyes tighter before opening them, the vibrant blues shooting a hateful, defiant glare.

Palpatine's mouth puckered in displeasure.

***

The boy kept his head up, despite everything inside him begging to fall back down.

It had been three weeks since Ezra's capture. Three weeks of pain, and torment, and despair. The scout trooper armor had been forcibly stripped off him long ago, and the thin internal bodysuit provided no protection from the kinds of horror and pain the Emperor was capable of inflicting.

He knew that. He knew he didn't have a prayer of breaking free from this horrible thing the Emperor had him strapped in, this metal monstrosity that gripped his wrists and legs in a solid durasteel grasp, held him immobile just above the doorway that continually drew energy from him, holding it half-open in an awkward limbo, siphoning the strength from him.

He hung loose and boneless in the device. Creeping electric burns crawled up his arms, stopping in spidery light splinters of scar tissue on the edges of his face. Testaments to what he had endured since falling into Palpatine's hands.

His throat had long since gone raw. He couldn't speak now, even if he wanted to. His chest ached every time he breathed. His limbs were numb and disconnected from him. Sweat had plastered his short hair, growing steadily longer as the weeks went on, to his pale forehead. He could feel the grip of the Sith sorcery moving through the rig like a constant cold presence, a shroud of dark oppressive ether, keeping him alive and aware, never allowing him to truly rest, artificially sustaining itself through his own body.

He hadn't eaten or slept in days. His face was haggard, his body thin and weak from the torture and dehydration and the device draining him to power itself.

Exhaustion was deep in every bone. His silent, impotent glare was all the fight that was left to him, all that stood between Palpatine and his ultimate victory, as the Sith Lord slowly turned himself into a physical god each time he plunged into the space between spaces, the portal only Ezra could open.

His weak show of resistance didn't even phase the man.

The malice around the Emperor seemed to grow darker and colder, almost bored. He lifted his hands from beneath the sleeves of his dark robes, and Sith Lightning sparked between his gnarled gray fingers, arcing up to pierce through Ezra.

The young Jedi gasped and gave a short, pained shriek, seizing up as electric rivulets of pure Dark Side energy sliced through him, igniting fire and ice all along his nerve endings, a white-hot agony so intense he could barely breathe.

Ezra slumped even limper in the restraints, sagging, gasping helplessly as the tingling pain rang through him, sharp and lingering and horribly familiar, eyes down at the earthen floor.

The Emperor's withering glare was a physical weight upon him.

"Your pitiful resistance grows tiresome," he spat. The look on his face was sour, full of simmering icy fury. "Open the portal, boy. Do not make me break you again."

Ezra bit back a sob, the horrible reminder of Palpatine's cruel tortures flaring fresh to his memory. It didn't matter how much he fought it. Palpatine always got his way in the end. Always inflicted just enough pain, said just the right thing, to crumple his meager defiance into dust. He could never hold out, not against the sadism and fury of the Emperor's wrath.

...But it made him feel marginally better to at least try.

"D... do what you want... to me..." he mumbled, his voice hoarse and weak, barely audible. "I... I won't let you..."

"Oh?" came the Emperor's reply, cruelly upturned. The man's malicious smirk burned through Ezra like a knife. "You won't let me?" Ezra's heart clanged with dread at the expression on the Sith's wrinkled face. "Like you did before? When you let me right in?" The sharp features twisted gleefully. "When you let me kill Ahsoka Tano?"

Ezra's eyes squeezed closed, his chest clenching with guilt. He bit his lip so hard it turned white, as his mind was turned forcefully to the past, towards the mistake the Emperor was talking about, the one terrible moment that had doomed everyone, everything. He tried not to drift off but he couldn't help it, the scene played vividly in his head like he was experiencing it all over again, his lungs squeezing with apologies and hot shame, his gaze slanting to the side.

***

He hesitated only a moment, before he acted.

Disregarding Ahsoka's warning, he reached in through the portal, towards the image of the flame-wreathed Kanan.

"Ezra, no!" Ahsoka cried, hand darting up to stop him, but too late, it was too late, his hand was inside, the surface of the portal was shimmering around his elbow.

Something latched on tightly to his wrist.

Startled, Ezra gasped, flinching back, watching with horror as the image in the portal changed from the scene atop the fuel pod, from Kanan's steadfast silhouette, to a darkened room glimmering with blue flames, a hideous hooded face staring back at him, looming, yellow eyes alight with glee and triumph.

Horrified, Ezra tried to yank back, but the grip on his wrist was firm, squeezing, ivory skeletal fingers clasped tight around him, cold as ice.

He stepped back, pulling away desperately, his horror mounting as some thing came through the portal with him.

A foot stepped onto the pathway, dark robes rustling after it. His arm withdrew from the portal, a gray hand following, gripping him harshly. The hellish face rippled through the surface, euphoric with exhilaration.

Ezra's throat was frozen on a scream, his body locking up as the waves of dark energy flowing off the man slammed into him, the Force shrieking danger in his ears. Terror rang through him, clanging inside his head and body and he couldn't move, paralyzed by the fear and horror of what had just happened.

The Emperor—for it could only have been him, no one else could be such a black hole of cold and darkness in the Force—cracked a pleased smile.

"Thank you, Bridger," he crooned almost soothingly.

His fingers crushed Ezra's wrist in their cruel grip, drawing a pained cry from the boy as his knees gave out and he collapsed to the pathway.

"You've been most helpful," the Emperor finished, savoring the words like they were a poisoned knife slicing through Ezra's ribs, stabbing him straight in the heart, and Ezra inhaled a desperate, sobbing wheeze, clutching his arm to his chest and curling up as the Sith Lord released his hold.

There was a saber ignition in the muted void. "Get away from him!" Ahsoka yelled, taking a lunging step forward.

The Emperor's arms were up before Ezra could blink; he heard a discharge of static and a cry of pain and alarm and turned his head in time to be freshly horrified by the sight of Ahsoka toppling off the white walkway, her body still sparking.

She dropped into the unknown void below.

"No!" he cried. "Ahsoka!"

His shout echoed hollowly.

She was gone. The void swallowed her up as though she had never been.

His heart and face clenching, Ezra felt involuntary hot tears dripping down his face. He cowered under the shadow of the Emperor, sobbing, gasping with heaving gulps, his twisted arm pressed tight to his body and covered by his other hand. Frantic, fragmented, incoherent thoughts battered inside his head and his stomach sank heavily with congealed dread, a pounding sense of grief and wrongwrongwrong.

Ahsoka... Ahsoka was... again, and he'd... he'd just...

He wasn't even given time to mourn. Spindly gray fingers dug into his hair and gripped hard, pulled his head up. Ezra's blurry, tear-filled vision filled with the face of the monster from the portal, the wrinkled expression now hard and harsh as the yellow bloodshot eyes sneered down at him.

"Ezra Bridger," came a hissing, snake-like rasp. "Mine, at last!"

***

Tears blurred his eyes in the present too. Ezra blinked around them, unable to focus.

Ahsoka was dead.

Sabine was dead—killed by Hydan's men the moment Palpatine had what he wanted.

Hera and Zeb and the others were as good as dead—he knew Thrawn had been sent back to Lothal to deal with the remaining Rebel resistance.

He had spent the last three weeks in unrelenting despair feeling the galaxy darken around him, swallowing up all light and hope, every time Palpatine forced him to open the portal.

All his fault. All his fault, so he had to... even just a little...

An invisible grip tightened suddenly around his neck. Ezra's eyes blinked hard and flickered down in panic.

The Emperor was just standing there in the same position, hands folded calmly, but Ezra could feel his gnarly hands digging into his throat, pressing into his jaw painfully.

A hitched choke sounded from him, and then desperate, strangled gags.

No! No please! Please please don't, not again! he begged mentally towards the Sith's presence, his trapped hands trying to pull frantically from their metal restraints, the edges digging against his wrists.

The last time Palpatine had crushed his throat it had taken the rig two and a half hours to restore his trachea, Ezra holding in painful breathlessness the whole time, straining through dead lungs and only staying conscious by virtue of the Sith spell keeping him alive.

Palpatine kept his Force Grip firmly in place, his hand slowly raising to increase the pressure. "The rig can only heal so much, Bridger," he warned. "And I do not have to keep that function active."

Fresh panic and terror blossomed in Ezra's chest, his breath gargling. His horrified mind tried to comprehend those two hours of hellish undeath stretched out longer, recoiling, his back squirming against the rig.

"But I will," Palpatine said. His eyes narrowed darkly. "So long as you remain compliant and useful," he finished with a growl.

Fresh tears dropped from Ezra's eyes, a helpless little sound squeaking through him. His remaining resistance wilted; he stopped struggling and just waited for the Emperor to release his hold.

The Dark Side fingers slipped down and pinched one of Ezra's ribs deftly, breaking it, before withdrawing from around his throat.

Ezra first free breath was an agonized scream, short and shrill, the sharp pain in his side shrieking through his senses.

He heaved carefully, even that slight movement sending twinges from his broken rib. He wanted to sob; his face was already streaked with hot tears that wouldn't stop falling.

But, keenly aware of the impatient Sith Lord in front of him, Ezra just reached back weakly behind him through the Force.

The control set in the side wall lit up with a yellow glow, and the veil shimmered.

Palpatine's face spread with a smirk.

He said nothing further to Ezra, already striding forward through the opening.

Ezra panted and watched him pass through the archway underneath.

The Temple recoiled. Hot, burning energy surged through the keystone, through the rig, through him, and Ezra moaned and twitched as it coursed up his body to his head, blazing inside his skull with shrieking, screaming pain and voices, voices, a cacophony of voices in the Force. The stone shuddered, and the pit of his stomach turned over and he could feel it, he could feel reality warping and twisting, the fabric of the universe rend and tear as it was reshaped. The void of stars tilted and shook, paths collapsing and dissolving. Pinpoints of light went out. Gates dissipated.

Death and darkness rang out, the ground and air rumbling. Ezra thought he could hear a keening wail as the chaos subsided, the Dark Side surging even stronger and more potently.

It seemed like a horrible eternity before Palpatine emerged from the veil, triumphant. Sparking, staticky power seemed to fritz off him through the Force, the cells of his body a little less solid, a little more incorporeal. The Dark Side weaved in and around and through him like an amorphous, physical thing, eldritch in form, writhing and incomprehensible.

The man turned up a look at Ezra, shaking and panting in the rig, shivers running down his gaunt, emaciated body.

"Until I require you again, my boy," he said in casual, dismissive farewell.

Ezra's breath hitched and fresh, dry sobbing wracked through him. He hung limp and hurting in the restraints, a pitiful sight.

The Emperor departed. The lift chimed from a distance and the floodlights were switched off, plunging the chamber into abject, lonely darkness.

The sole occupant of the room was left once more to his own guilt-ridden, hopeless thoughts.

***

A slow burning crept up his side. The energy moving through the rig curled around him, slowly, painfully, knitting bone back together.

But not fully. Not all the way.

Ezra could feel his endurance waning. The torture, the lack of food and sleep, it was wearing on him. His weakening body could no longer provide enough energy for the spell to heal him. Soon, it wouldn't be enough to keep the portal open.

He was on borrowed time.

While it was some comfort that his ordeal wouldn't last much longer, he knew what Palpatine would do once he realized the unfortunate fact that his key no longer worked in the door.

Dispose of him.

If he was lucky, it'd be quick.

He hadn't been lucky in weeks.

And... there was something he had... to try to do... before the end. Something that Palpatine would definitely kill him for.

If he survived. If he was even... him... at the other end of it.

Ezra breathed softly in the near-total darkness. A chill draft tickled on the back of his neck. He inhaled and exhaled, gathering strength.

He reached out to the Force, letting his mind and body fall away.

Its sharp, strained, broken edges scraped against him, crying out with distress.

I'm sorry, he thought. I'm so sorry. I know I messed up. Please... he called, begging and plaintive. Please let me fix it. Help me.

The Force slipped around him, embraced him like a lost child, a sliver of Light finding him even in this centerpoint of darkness.

Ezra shuddered, and focused.

Kanan's voice echoed to him from the void, calm, gentle instructions feeding to his memory. Ezra slipped deeper into meditation, his pain numbing.

The whispers and echoes of the world between worlds flickered in his ears, in his mind, dancing around him.

Ezra drifted in and out of the starlit void. One inhale and his body twinged, he was hanging from the rig, left in the darkness, another inhale and stars cascaded around him and glimmered in the black sky, humming and murmuring voices filled his head.

He strained softly after one in particular, and focused.

Her voice started separating out from the others, calling out to him like he'd heard before, even through the ruin and chaos of Palpatine's visits.

"Ezra! Ezra!" The syllables hissed frantically, echoing and repeating over each other.

His chest tightened, breathlessly.

Ahsoka...

"Ezra, listen to me! You have to undo this!"

He nodded, grimly, minutely, trying to keep focus. Help me, he begged. Show me how.

The whispers drew closer. Soft, encouraging voices reached out for him. He felt something like a pull on his arm and he was drifting down, down, the stars slowly turning, his essence floating somewhere between time and space.

Invisible warm hands on his shoulders, on his back. Jedi masters from past and present, guiding him forward. The sensation of their words overlapping, a soft murmuring music. Ezra absorbed it dizzily.

Kanan forgave him, told him it was okay to let go.

Depa brushed the dried tears on his cheek away.

Master Windu fed knowledge into his mind, voice steady like a teacher's, describing without words a technique to touch and unravel the tangled strands of time.

He found the center of it shortly, the buzzing, discordant wrong cancer in the formless fabric. Palpatine's meddling was a hideous blight, swallowing up the white-lined pathways. It was a cold pool of swirling darkness.

The Sith spell keeping him alive gripped tighter to him, resistant. Ezra almost blinked back into the temple chamber for a half-second, the pain inside him flaring and electric.

But with a quiet shot of determination he slipped behind the veil again, stretching out his mental hand to touch the surface of the aberration.

The Force rang through him, giving him the strength.

He focused.

The corruption shrieked, surging Dark Side lightning through the portal and into the rig. Ezra could feel his heart jolting, stabbing horribly, but pushed through.

It wasn't enough to just sever Palpatine's connection to the world between worlds. To lock the portal and deprive him of access to it. He had to reverse the changes Palpatine had made. Erase them. Erase all of this.

The Alliance was broken. Palpatine hadn't told him, but Ezra could feel it. The Emperor's victory was all but complete.

Here, in this moment, with all the life left to him, only Ezra could prevent that. A child of the Force, chosen by the Lothal Temple, the only person granted permission to enter.

He'd opened the door. And only he could shut it.

Ezra clenched his physical eyes tightly and concentrated hard, shoving through the lancing tendrils of the corrupted pathways. Cold claws stabbed into his skin, pulling his body apart.

He touched the glasslike surface of the corruption's core, splayed a palm across it. With the whispering urges in his ears and the stars in the void pausing and holding their breath, he pressed.

And pressed.

The strain scraped on his hand and mind and splintered through his body as the warring forces of Light and Dark fought through him. The Dark Side rent him. The Light held him together just long enough.

It hurt to breathe, to move, to think.

His heartbeat was erratic, his lungs unable to draw air. The shatterpoint in space and time creaked like groaning crystal.

Time splintered.

Then it broke.

A loud white CRACK! sounded in the void as Ezra pulled apart the center of the broken timeline, splitting the aberration in half and allowing the Force to flood in and course-correct. Rushing, howling wind screamed in the void, the stars were knocked about and sent spinning, spiraling, pathways unraveled from the tangle. A shrieking filled his head and a crushing ice cold fist closed around his heart, squeezing him; the rig was frying him, taking the last remains of his lifeforce, pain exploded through him as time unwound.

From far away he heard Palpatine's furious, wrathful yell, but it was too late, the temple was pulling apart in the Force, everything was pulling apart, rearranging. The rig was gone and so was the pain and there was nothing but buffeting winds, and gentle whispers, and Kanan and Ahsoka's ephemeral embrace as his own existence began to erase.

Ezra exhaled and let his essence dissolve, desperately hoping and praying that when he opened his eyes again, saw his hand reaching for that portal, that he would choose differently.

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*whispers* I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m soooooooorrryyyyyyy.

#bad things happen bingo #BTHB #ezra bridger #star wars rebels #star wars #whump #prompt fics #fanfiction #this physically hurt to write ow ow ow owwwww #cute boys in peril

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mithrandirl · 2 years

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“Well, that’s probably not good…”

Hera stops the systems check she’d been doing in the cockpit. She doesn’t startle—she’s too used to the soft footfalls of an ex-Jedi around the ship to jump when one of them pops up behind her unannounced these days. But that statement coming from Ahsoka does warrant a healthy amount of concern.

“What’s not good?”

Ahsoka is staring out the viewport at the dusty landscape of Atollon. She nods to Chopper, set a ways apart from the rest of the goings on of the fledgling base. Hera squints and just makes out a bird with beautiful green plumage circling above him.

“Didn’t know Atollon had birds…”

Ahsoka lets out a huff of a half-laugh. “It doesn’t. Or at least, not that kind of bird. Because that’s not a bird.”

Hera’s eyes narrow.

“That’s Morai,” Ahsoka says, indicating the bird. “I suppose she’s not not a bird. But she’s also not a bird.”

“And her interacting with Chopper, is that not not a problem too?”

Ahsoka shrugs. “She doesn’t usually talk to anyone but me. So I guess it’s just surprising, really.” They watch as the bird gradually circles lower and lower until she lands on one of Chopper’s outstretched manipulators. “I mean, how much trouble could Chopper get into with a minor Force deity, right?”

An image coalesces in Hera’s mind of Chopper’s electroshock prod extended and Sith lightning arcing from it, him cackling in the sort of maniacal droid laughter that Ezra once pointed out he only does when murder has just been committed or is on the table.

“Yeah, no,” Hera says. “Not happening. He can’t make friends with whatever Force god you hang around with.” She sets down her tools and swings herself out of the captain’s chair to put a stop to Chopper’s plans of galactic domination.

Ahsoka follows at a slightly more sedate pace. “Morai’s a minor Force deity… probably,” she corrects her. “She only used to be a major one probably. Still a little fuzzy on that, but I’m pretty sure. At the very least there was a transfer of intentions.”

“You’re not making any sense and it’s not doing anything to calm me down!” Hera calls over her shoulder as she punches the cargo ramp release button.

By the time the ramp lowers, Ahsoka has caught up and, frustratingly, does not look worried in the least about the situation. She shrugs again and Hera considers violence. “Didn’t know you needed to be calmed down.”

Hera shields her eyes from the harsh sun as she rushes out of the Ghost. If that murderous rust bucket gets any delusions of grandeur in his senile little processor…

She guesses that Ahsoka is humoring her by jogging beside her to where they saw the droid through the viewport, but if Chopper learns how to wield a lightsaber from her Force-blasted pet bird there’ll be hell to pay. When they approach the pair, Morai is still resting on Chopper’s little arm and the droid himself is chattering away at her. If it was any droid but Chopper, Hera would have said he was even being… polite.

“Chop…” Hera greets warningly. His head swivels in their direction like he hadn’t noticed their arrival.

“Hmm,” Ahsoka says. “Looks like there was nothing to be worried about after all.”

“What do you mean?” Hera asks out of the corner of her mouth, not taking her eyes off her droid.

“Morai’s just being friendly.”

Chopper must agree. He mutters something in binary about Hera never trusting him with new people, then starts rolling past them with the bird.

“What do you mean you're sharing notes with a fellow industry professional?” Hera shouts after him. “What industry?!”

also on ao3

#chopper and morai #the buddy cop duo disney isn't ready for #chopper #morai #ahsoka tano #hera syndulla #star wars rebels #yesterday's ao3 post is today's tumblr post am i right #i'm trying to be better about cross-posting here and ao3 especially for these smaller things #but i forget often #my writing #god i wish i had the energy necessary to make this a whole thing #just chopper and morai takin' on evil #just imagine morai bringing chopper in the world between worlds and letting him do his thing #be free my criminal friend #and also specifically kill this guy #*opens a portal to palpatine*

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renardtrickster · 4 years

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I had a dream of a dreadful world. It was quite dusty, and I knew that if people saw what I looked like, there would be trouble. I concealed my form with a wide-brimmed hat, a scarf, and a robe. I resembled Niko from OneShot. I found a school of some sort, or something resembling it. Adults milled out towards the outside cafeteria, and I joined them. Everyone ate in silence. The dust never got in our food. I looked around at the others. They were humanoid, some beasts, some blue, some alien. They were in various forms of concealment as I was. It was then that I witnessed two men who had finished their soup. They did a small gesture akin to a prayer, took out the earplugs they had been wearing, and their souls left their bodies. I learned later that this was double-suicide, and that soup was their last meal. They did it in a public place, and nobody batted an eye.

I went home, not questioning that I had a place to go home to. It was uncharacteristically colorful, like a 1950′s style home in a barren desert, but the mood was still unsettling. I went upstairs to my younger brother’s room. His door was segmented horizontally, and the bottom was locked. I could peer in, but not enter. It looked rather fitting for my younger brother, but he was in bed, covered completely in sheets. I knew he wouldn’t want me to talk, so I didn’t. I went to the room two rooms to the left, and entered my room. It felt more like it belonged to a family member who had moved out or died some time ago. There was a poster warning against noise-making that was polite, ominous, and implicitly threatening all at once. Another one depicted two deer-people slipping translucent plastic tubes over their horns before sparring with them (this looked like one of those artificially cheerful PSAs you’d see). There was also a desk and a desk chair. When I sat down it squeaked, and I felt like I had done something very very wrong, akin to shattering a vase.

It was a world of vulnerability. Monsters existed, and just one could depopulate a town. Noise was taboo. Making too much would get you abducted by some entity, and hearing too much could steal your life from your body. When people wanted to have sex, they would need a special type of bird (or device that looked like a bird) to accompany them, to mask the sound of their lovemaking. It did not feel uncaring, or mindlessly cruel, however. It felt more abusive. A normal life was attainable, but if you broke an invisible and ever-changing rule, severe punishment awaited you and possibly others around you. Malevolence that insisted it was caring. The people looked strange, in body and in clothing. No rhyme or reason in their appearance. From them, I detected dread. Trying to lead a fulfilling life, but worrying about it being ripped suddenly from them.

Upon waking, I was sure this all came from a video game I had heard of. But I’ve never heard of anything resembling that. I don’t even remember the title, an incomprehensible string of uppercase letters, numbers, and roman numerals. All this came at the tail end of reading about Yume Nikki, but there was definitely something more disturbing behind it.

#oh no renardie is posting #dreams #there was also a segment where me and a friend who looks like Jane Crocker (you know who it is)#had to do Car Stunts for Emperor Palpatine in order to open a portal to the moon to save our friends #we had to compete and we hurt each other's feelings but then made up and got into a shootout with a legion of demons #but that wasn't connected to the world so it's in the tags #also palpatine didn't use his force lightning but he did dual wield pistols

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gffa · 3 years

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Darth Vader: Dark Lord of the Sith DOES NOT GET ENOUGH CREDIT FOR THIS INCREDIBLE MOMENT. The whole issue is a phenomenal series of moments that you could analyze over and over, individually and what the mean in conjunction to each other, where Anakin rips open the Force to send his spirit directly into it, where he walks past a series of flaming portals to his own past, where he walks past a series of visions outside of them that say everything about what Anakin himself views as his story, while iconic quotes from Star Wars are laid over his path. You can probably write an entire essay on everything that it says about Anakin Skywalker’s mindset, the visions he has outside of those circles, because they’re not objective things that happened, they’re about Anakin and what he interprets things as--and this is one of the most incredible moments. Vader walks up to the Jedi Temple and sees Obi-Wan and Palpatine waiting for him, pausing for a moment while he watches them watching him. I am your father, the line he will one day say to Luke echoing over them all, just as a dozen other future lines have echoed over Anakin’s vision of his pregnant mother, have echoed over his vision of killing the Jedi standing before him. Then Obi-Wan and Palpatine fight, something that never happened in reality, but, oh, that happened in Anakin’s story. The two people he slotted into being his father figures (or grandfather figure), regardless of whether they actually were meant to fit that role, regardless of whether they encouraged it or discouraged it, that is how Anakin saw them. Seeing this part of the vision, seeing this as how Anakin felt about his own journey, seeing Obi-Wan and Palpatine fight each other, it’s all about the dueling pulls he felt, that both of these people were mentors to him, that they fought for influence on him in his own head, that Anakin himself felt at war with who he should listen to--and, ultimately, we see who wins. Like THAT’S WHAT HAPPENES, Anakin listens to Palpatine in the movie, because he believse that he needs Palpatine to save Padme. Except Palpatine couldn’t save her, so Anakin spent all that time learning how to rip open the Force itself to try to rescue her, which was him leaving Palpatine behind, willing to destroy him now as well because Anakin’s just fucking done. And it won’t work, this isn’t really Padme, she’s gone, nothing can bring her back, this is about the death of Anakin Skywalker in Vader’s head (or at least what he thinks is the death of Anakin Skywalker), that ultimately Vader will turn back to Palpatine, because that’s all he has left, but in this moment, this entire issue is about how Anakin sees his own life and the influences on it. That this moment is about the two people he wanted to follow and the fight that those two desires within him created--and who ultimately won when it came time for Anakin to finally choose who of them to listen to and follow. AND THE COMIC DOES NOT GET ENOUGH CREDIT FOR HAVING WEIRD VISION SHIT THAT ACTUALLY HOLDS UP TO SOME ANALYSIS.

#obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #sheev palpatine #meta #comics #reading comics: dark lord of the sith

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whetstonefires · 3 years

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heavier than a mountain, lighter than a feather

[my take on @misskirby's not-prompt about obi-wan beating palpatine to death with an office chair]

Obi-Wan had once touched the cold-burning edge of the Dark Side to give himself the extra edge he needed to cut down the Sith who had cut down his Master. He had fought with rage pushing him, he had fought with all the fear that Qui-Gon lay expiring on the reactor floor, that he might yet win and find himself seconds too late to bring the emergency med-treatment necessary to survive a lightsaber to the chest.

(Not that it had mattered; all he’d gotten from his desperate, hasty win was a few seconds of farewell bereft of comfort, and the burden of Anakin hung around his neck, and oh, he wished his padawan was not a burden. There had been no option but to take him and thus taking him must have been right, but no one should take on a student they did not feel ready for, and he had.)

If he had fought that way this time, he would have lost.

The Sith Master would have done what the apprentice could not, and twisted the Dark Side within him as it rose, and snared him in it, so he could not find his way back to the Light, and used that grip to bear him down with Sidious’ greater power, because the Sith said the Force will free me but it was the way of the Dark to place one will over another by pure force, so even what narrow freedom there was on the dark path was offered to one alone. Even in the best case, he would have been overwhelmed too heavily to fight for more than long enough to finish him.

Perhaps he would not have been killed. Perhaps he would have been kept alive to be used as leverage against Anakin. But assuredly he would not have been able to win.

Obi-wan however had what he would have thought of, if he had allowed himself to think about it, a trick for using his attachments and the desire not to lose them as fuel without reaching into the destabilizing, consuming whirlwind of the Dark Side. It was a dangerous, stupid trick, really, at least the way he used it, although Obi-wan thought of that way as fundamental to being a good Jedi, which would have explained a great deal about him if anyone had known.

The trick was this: it was easy to push yourself to where your limits should have been and beyond using your attachment to a person, without falling into the hungry selfishness of the Dark Side, if you simply did not intend to survive.

When he was thirteen, he had tried to persuade Qui-Gon Jinn, who had not yet been his Master, to use the bomb in his recently fitted slave-collar to blow open a door, killing Obi-wan but allowing him complete the mission, which was not Obi-wan’s mission

It was not difficult to return to that place, that space in himself where serenity came easy because soon there would be nothing left to go wrong or to lose—Anakin had made it difficult, for a long time; Anakin he was obliged to raise and train. Anakin who needed him.

All his obligation to the war and the Council and all the men under his command had not pinned him to himself the way his duty to Anakin had, and—knighting him had been helpful. It had been a relief, to finally cast off that weight. There is no death, there is the Force was much easier to believe of oneself than of those one grieved, and some weeks Obi-wan breathed it in and out with every breath, and there was no fear.

He knew several things, as he entered the Senate through an entrance that was technically, perhaps, a window. One that did not open, at that. That the Chancellor had some kind of failsafe embedded in the GAR’s brains. That the Chancellor was a Sith Lord. That the Chancellor had been using his access to Anakin all these years to hurt his Padawan.

That if he took the time to assemble the rest of the Council and try to stage this as a proper arrest, word would have time to reach Palpatine of Obi-wan having been publicly informed, because Maul was the least subtle sentient Obi-wan had ever had the misfortune of meeting more than once, and that if Palpatine knew the jig was up he would use his fail-safe.

So Obi-wan needed to do this alone.

It was possible, of course, that it wouldn’t be difficult. Sidious was a creature of stealth and insinuation. He spent most hours of his life maintaining a posture of harmlessness. When could he have found the time to do regular lightsaber drills, let alone practice live combat?

But Maul probably feared the man for a reason. So Obi-wan was going to do this as quickly as possible, but he wasn’t going to be hasty.

Spring the trap.

He’d closed himself down in the Force before he got near the Senate building, jumping through the hole he’d sliced into the window with only his physical strength and no Jedi edge, and only when he got near the Chancellor’s office did he reopen his senses just a thread, to make sure there was no one in there meeting with Palpatine whom he needed to keep alive. The Force didn’t slam into him with a warning, which would have to be confirmation enough.

Obi-wan yanked the door open, hurled five primed thermal detonators in the direction of the great ship-like slab of an occupied desk, slammed the ornate portal shut again, and threw himself to the ground at the foot of the wall, as far away as he could get, head tucked under his arms. He was fairly sure he’d seen Mas Amedda in there, standing beside the desk as the Chancellor in his thronelike chair raised his head with a gratifyingly startled look on his face.

Pity. The Vice-Chancellor could probably have explained so much of what had been going on behind the scenes, all this time.

The blast left the office door half-shattered, belching smoke, but Obi-wan escaped with just one splinter, not terribly large, in the back of one calf. His robes and boots had absorbed the rest of the shrapnel that had made it that far. He tugged it out as he got up—no time to do anything more, it wasn’t bleeding much. He drew a deep breath of half-clean corridor air and dashed into the opaque ruin that had been the Chancellor’s office, senses fully unfurled now that the time for stealth was over. Though in the interest of not being an irresistible target, he did not ignite his lightsaber just yet.

The Force guided him through the smoke, and he brought his sword to light even as he swung it through the murk.

It stopped, humming, against a bar of red light that hissed into being at the last instant, and that felt equally inevitable.

“You.” Sheev Palpatine’s face looked like a Sith Lord’s now, twisted with hate and lit red from below. And, gratifyingly, somewhat scorched. His hair had sizzled from the heat, and his left arm seemed to have something at least mildly wrong with it. Obi-wan hoped the explosions had affected at least one of his legs, as well, since his own maneuverability was cut by the shard of door to the calf.

“Me indeed, Chancellor,” he said, taking advantage of his two-handed grip to bear down against the block with extra force. Palpatine bore up admirably, but as his snarl tightened it was clear that it was not without cost. “Or should I say, Lord Sidious?”

The smoke was starting to thin, leaking away out of the shattered room. Sidious was still behind his ruined desk with its weakly sparking console, which seemed to have taken much of the impact for him—he was standing, anyway, sadly. Mas Amedda’s corpse, on the far end of the desk from the one Obi-wan had circumnavigated, was one of the things that was still smoking. Most of the brocade and other decorative fabric in the room must have been thoroughly treated with fire-retardant, but he had not been.

“I thought you might have learned my true name,” Palpatine said, far too complacently for someone whose long deception had been uncovered and who was staving off death one-handed. “But what brought you racing here in such haste?”

“Well, you see, they used to call me Sith-killer because of Maul, and since that’s been proven regrettably in error, I thought I had better—” Sidious tried to fling him back against the opposite wall with a sharp jerk of his wounded hand, and Obi-wan had to push back with the whole of his will and stance to slide back only a few feet.

This had freed their lightsabers, though, and Sidious chopped low with a terrible speed. Obi-wan leapt clear, knowing the blood soaking into the pale fabric of his pants was betraying the weakness in his leg—Anakin had had a point, he admitted grudgingly, about black hiding all kinds of stains.

For better and for worse.

He tried to catch Sidious with an overhead slash while he was up, to keep that red lightsaber busy for the most part, and when it was intercepted used the force of that impact to somersault back in a momentary return to his master’s old Ataru style—not too far, though, at all costs he must prevent the Sith Master’s escape.

Sidious wouldn’t need to get far, just to a room with a working holo transmitter, to destroy everything.

He flung himself back in.

Palpatine sidestepped his next attack, parried another, stepped back with the third. His single arm was telling against him, and while he was regrettably fast his movements were stiff enough that he had clearly taken at least one other hurt. Probably somewhere in the right hip. Obi-wan stayed on the offensive—it was how he’d beaten Maul, after all, though he was at pains to avoid overreaching to the point of recreating Anakin’s loss to Dooku.

His attacks did more damage to the sparking desk, bisected the thronelike monstrosity of a chair, which turned out under all the gilt, padding, and chromium to be mostly of durasteel, got close enough to put additional charred rents in Palpatine’s ornate sleeves. Nearly a minute had passed since he threw those detonators, and Sidious was still alive. Too long.

“Really,” said the politician, dropping his stance to one that would allow him to parry more from the shoulder, his first hint of fatigue. His style was not quite Makashi even as he adapted to the one-handed approach that was clearly not his preference, but there were some notes to it that rang so strongly of Dooku they could come from nowhere else. “What do you hope to achieve?”

“You won’t have Anakin,” Obi-wan said, the plot that had been in retrospect laid so horribly bare with just a few sentences from Maul, supported by a few more from some of their most trusted troopers, put together with a hundred hints and oddities and he should have guessed on his own.

Sidious grinned, the amiable wrinkles of his face lying deeper and more correct, somehow, in this attitude of wild, infinite gloating. “Possessiveness, Master Jedi?”

“No,” said Obi-wan, and it was true because he had given Anakin up, given everything up before he came here. He was holding onto nothing, he was an object in free-fall but not falling, because he was at exactly the right place and momentum at the outer edge of a gravity well that would let him remain at a constant height.

Orbits degraded, given time, if not carefully maintained. And if they were disrupted sharply enough it meant a violent, flaming spiral down into explosive doom, or sometimes out into the fathomless dark. This was not a true, secure serenity like a Jedi should strive for. But it would serve. For today, it would serve.

He fell on Sidious again in a flurry of blows, pushing his physical advantage, but although the Chancellor was clearly straining to keep up this defense, his stamina continued to fail to run out or even noticeably decline, as though he had learned to subsist on some constant well of the Force alone.

Probably he had, because it was welling up out of him, filling the room, an endless pit of the Dark that had lain concealed like a trap under pinned canvas and scattered leaves all this time. He was drawing heavily upon the Dark Side now and that wasn’t precisely goodbut it was promising.

He was beginning to develop something that was not quite optimism or confidence but approached both by the time the progress of the humming, crashing process of the duel took them past the far end of the desk, back into sight of what had been Mas Amedda. Palpatine angled his next fractional retreat toward the corps, away from the cracked and blackened windows, avoiding the treacherous footing of a shattered vase that had probably been a valuable antique.

Obi-wan tried to take advantage of the change in angle in the next rapid, whirring clash of lightsabers.

Unlike every other time they had crossed blades this duel, Sidious simply—shut his off in the moment before contact.

Obi-wan had committed a little too much of his weight to the blow to abort it entirely. Sidious ducked away from the remainder with a sinuous grace even as he activated his weapon again, now on the inside of Obi-wan’s guard—trakata, executed with terrible excellence.

The need for the dodge was the trakata maneuver’s great weakness, and gave Obi-wan time to avoid the worst of the stroke, but even still the red lightsaber clipped him across the wrist—not a clean sweep slicing off the hand entire, but a glancing blow, that seared through the skin and flesh and took a significant bite out of the ulna.

Obi-wan didn’t try to repress his strangled scream, and Sidious leaned into it in the Force, pressing at the pain, stoking it and encouraging it to drag him down into the Dark, where he would be the Sith Master’s plaything. He was smirking now, more deeply and honestly than ever, a laugh rising into his mouth, for if Master Kenobi had had a slight edge in their fight with two hands to one, with the Jedi’s primary weapon-hand incapacitated, the Sith would surely dominate.

In that moment, Obi-wan moved to rebalance the odds. His blue lightsaber chopped down—not onto Sidious’ flesh, which it was clear he guarded with the preternatural awareness of a being whose own self was as valuable as all the Galaxy else, but to sheer through the emitter end of the crimson lightsaber.

It spat and burst but, unfortunately, tragically failed to explode.

As Sidious raised his eyes from the ruined weapon looking like he might explode in its place out of pure outrage, Obi-wan brought his sword back up to go for the decapitating blow now that the Sith had no weapon to block with, but in that moment Sidious’ burnt and broken hand jabbed up, and shot a gout of lightning into his face.

His back arced so violently it threw him off his feet, and it was all Obi-wan could do to keep hold of his lightsaber in his good hand and deactivate it as he went down, to avoid doing himself a worse injury than Sidious had yet managed. The lightning followed him down, scouring its way from just beside his left eye down every nerve ending he had in a screaming, jerking chorus of pain.

The deep lightsaber burn on his right wrist somehow hurt more now than it had to receive, but the force of his constant convulsions kept him from screaming again.

Then it stopped. He had no idea how long it had been, and wondered if Palpatine had become too fatigued to keep up the electrocution. There had to be a limit to how long he could maintain that kind of power output. His chest was heaving, trying with animal need to make up for lost oxygen. Smoke and the scent of dead Chagrian weighed down his sensory world, since his eyes declined to open and most of his body would only say pain.

The whisper of expensive Senate slippers crunched toward him over the rubble of the ruined office with a surefootedness that no one would have expected of the elderly Chancellor. At least he was still here; Obi-wan had angered him enough to bother sticking around to kill him rather than running off to activate the troops.

Or maybe he was confident he could spin this whole event to his benefit—Obi-wan had destroyed the security cameras that would have recorded his Sith activities, after all. Maybe he would say Master Kenobi had been tragically killed defending him from the dreadful Sith Lord. Maybe he would ask Anakin to become his constant protector in Obi-wan’s memory. Anakin would do it.

He was struggling to turn his lightsaber back on and raise it, though getting it between him and the next round of lightning seemed unlikely when he was exposed in a supine position, when Palpatine kicked it. Kicked his hand, actually, so hard at least one bone cracked and the lightsaber went flying.

This weapon is your life.

“Should I summon it back and use it to kill you?” Palpatine murmured, with a deadly, vicious good humor that suggested he knew very well Obi-wan had no backup coming, that the only interruption they could expect would be Commander Fox and his men in red, here to protect the Chancellor. “Or should I step on your throat until you breathe your last? Or should I keep you alive and put you on trial, and drag the name of the Jedi in the mud through you, so that when your Order falls it will be your name that the Galaxy uses to call the killing just?”

Horror twisted in Obi-wan’s chest and Palpatine chuckled, a whispering foul sound that still resembled his polite politician’s laughter. “Yes, very good. I’ll make young Skywalker believe you tried to kill me out of pride and greed and because you despised him, until he curses your memory. Everything that happens now will be your doing.”

The rage and the fear that he had left behind when he entered were flaming up now in Obi-wan, the orbit deteriorating, the gravitational pull of abandoning them and letting the Order down and ruining everything and too little, too proud, the same hopeless arrogant padawan and of that terrible, world-tearing no dragging him down to shatter in fire against them, like he had on Naboo all those years ago but so much more utterly and irrevocably and--this wasn’t all him.

He sucked in his breath, shaking through teeth still clenched too convulsively tight to pull apart for a witty retort to all that poison, and melted away inside himself.

Over him, Sidious frowned, feeling the Jedi escape his grip in the Force. “Are you dying already, Master Kenobi?”

He thought Sidious had mentioned summoning his lightsaber through the Force to encourage him to try it. It wouldn’t be impossible. He knew the feel of it in the Force like he did few other things in the Galaxy; he didn’t need sight to reach for it.

But it was too small, and too far away, and his senses were too scorched and blasted by that awful lightning. Long before his weapon could make it to his hand, Sidious could kill him, even with no working lightsaber of his own. He couldn’t win that way, or even (that far lesser goal) live.

Instead, Obi-wan grabbed for the closest large object he knew to look for that wasn’t a corpse: the sliced-loose upper half of that baroque monstrosity of a desk-chair, conveniently bulky and only a few long steps away, just behind the desk he’d fallen from behind.

It came, and in coming swept Palpatine’s legs from under him, knocking him not quite sprawling, and then the curve of it had smacked into Obi-wan’s outstretched left palm, jolting the broken bone which did not matter in the slightest, and he rolled up onto his knees, graceless but fast, the slab of steel and leather still moving with the momentum that had dragged it to him, and clobbered the sitting-up Sith Lord across the face with it.

One of Obi-wan’s many faults was his tendency to take a vicious glee in striking low his enemies, but he did not think he had ever taken quite the joy from any beautifully executed maneuver that he did from watching Palpatine knocked to the floor by a slab of office chair. Obi-wan lunged after him, not bothering with niceties like getting to his feet, and brought the chair-slab down on his face again, this time with the strength of both arms—his right hand was mostly numb but for hurting, only the thumb and forefinger would move at all, and it was very weak, but none of that interfered with placing his whole forearm against the upholstery and slamming the searing-hot, bare metal inner side down.

There was a crunch, probably nose, and then instead of diminishing the awful seething presence of the Dark Side rose like a hurricane, and Obi-wan felt his throat close as from a powerful phantom hand, cutting off all breathing.

This caused him not an instant’s hesitation, because he had come here fully intending to die.

He raised the sheered-off slice of chair, adjusted the angle so the sharp edge where he’d cut the durasteel was pointing down, and aimed for the throat.

The ensuing explosion threw him after his lightsaber, and he knew nothing after hitting the wall.

#star wars #my writing #obi wan kenobi #fanfic #darth sidious #blows up on dying #it's canon #i feel like this wasn't #quite the intended timeline #but anyway here we are #chairdeath au #i gotta logic things #hoc est meum #i love a fight scene #i wanted to make this one more acrobatic than it is #but logistics intervened

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maulusque · 4 years

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Top 20 Funniest Things about Star Wars, in No Particular Order

1. Darth Maul repeatedly dying and then randomly turning up for absolutely no narrative reason, exclusively to ruin Obi-Wan’s day

2. Hondo Ohnaka in general

2.a. Bonus: Hondo and Maul competing to be Ezra’s Weird Crime Uncle

3. Dave Filoni being forced to spend 6 7 seasons doing narrative backflips to keep Anakin and Grievous from meeting, because of one throwaway line in ROTS about Grievous being short

4. The B1 Battle Droids in any given moment of the Clone Wars, but especially during the movie

e.g. those two droids on top of the cliff at Teth, arguing about seeing the approaching clone army and fighting over the binoculars, and one of them just fuckin FALLS of the cliff and the other one goes “get BACK HERE sergeant”

also e.g. Rex and like, one other guy, completely surrounded by droids and Rex is like “surrender! we have you outnumbered!” and one of the droids is like “hang on” and actually stARTS COUNTING

5. Grievous bailing hard the moment anything goes remotely wrong

6. Anakin stabbing a guy in cold blood as the Imperial March plays in the background and then looking all offended at Obi-Wan and going “WHAT? he was gonna blow up the ship!”

7. Dave Filoni’s incessant need to put wolves in Star Wars

8. the fact that the Mandalorian almost died and earned his clan signet on an errand to fetch brunch for a bunch of jawas

9. Rex’s plan on the Rishi Moon base: “ok so to get into the base currently occupied by droids, i’m going to hold a droid head up to the camera and do my best droid impression and ask them nicely to open the door” and it WORKED

bonus 9.a: that same episode, Cody’s reaction to Rex shooting one of their brothers (as far as he knew) right in the face was “HECK”

10. Kallus, to Ezra and Kanan: ok you have to knock me out so i don’t get caught as a spy. it has to be convincing.

Ezra: ok *uses the force to fucking YEET kallus through like three panes of glass*

Kanan: EZRA

Ezra: WHAT? that is convincing

Kanan: yeah, but i was gonna do it

11. Kylo Ren stalking into the war room and going “i sense... unease... about my appearance.” and all the generals rushing to compliment his new mask

12. those two stormtroopers in TFA walking around the corner, seeing Kylo Ren having a tantrum and beating up a console with his lightsaber, and just quietly backing away

13. Stormtrooper bonking his head in A New Hope

14. Rex bonking his head on a pipe

15. “It’s ok that we’re here.” “It’s ok that you’re here.” “It’s GREAT that you’re here.” “You’re relieved that we’re here.” “THANK GOODNESS you’re here” “Welcome, guys.”

16. the fact that Palpatine was is still so pissed off about Anakin slam-dunking him down the garbage chute at the end of Return of the Jedi that he had a giant pit built in his Secret Backup Fortress specifically so that he could throw Anakin’s grandson down it thirty years later like that level of PETTINESS

17. Darth Bane was voiced by MARK FUCKING HAMIL

18. Boba Fett dies by blind, confused Han Solo going “BOBA FETT?? WHERE????” and spinning around and accidentally backhanding him into the Sarlacc Pit (of course he’s not really dead shhhhhh fuck you disney)

19. those two scout troopers in episode 8 of the Mandalorian, having captured Baby Yoda and radioing in to try to tell Moff Gideon that they captured the asset like “is he available yet” “yeah, he just killed an officer for interrupting him, so it could be a while.” “ugh ok whatever. Standing by. Still.”

20. the fact that, from Obi-Wan’s point of view, ROTS is just fucking bonkers. Like, he and Anakin rescue the chancellor, everything’s going well, he tells Anakin he’s proud of him, and then he leaves to kill Grievous and just when he succeeds and the war is just about over, Cody tries to shoot him off a cliff and when he makes it back to Coruscant, Anakin is slaughtering a bunch of children and swearing allegiance to a Sith Lord and Obi-Wan has NO IDEA what the FUCK happened there

21. Twilight of the Apprentice from Darth Vader’s point of view: you chase down a bunch of Rebels to a secret Sith Planet. You go to the Temple. Surprise! Your old apprentice is there, along with some random jedi kid. She forces the kid to flee the collapsing temple, and then you proceed to have a big ol’ lightsaber fight but like THIRTY SECONDS LATER, a portal opens up in mid-air, the SAME KID but with a different haircut pops out, grabs your apprentice, and just fuckin vanishes. Poof. Gone. Like, that is just something that happened to Darth Vader one day and it’s just something he had to deal with.

22. JJ Abrams dedicating an entire scene in Rise of Skywalker to calling out Rian Johnson’s shitty Luke-related decisions from TLJ. Rey throwing away the lightsaber and ForceGhost!Luke catching it and going “wow hey maybe treat a Jedi’s weapon with a little more respect RIAN” and “hey Rey don’t do what I did and fuck off to the ass-end of nowhere for twenty years and refuse to do anything useful because that was really stupid and pointless and out of character of me, wasn’t it RIAN”

#star wars #star wars the clone wars #star wars rebels #the mandalorian #ok so maybe i can't count to 20 #my stuff

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captain-rainbow616 · 3 years

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LEGO The Owl House: The Video Game

I'm a big fan of TT Games and The LEGO Games so I thought it might be fun to imagine what a game based off The Owl House might look like.

Story Mode

The story would probably either be a short retelling of major parts of the show or an original (probably non canon) story set in The Boiling Isles. Assuming they went with an original story it would mostly likely involve our main cast of characters fighting to stop a plot by Belos etc.

Characters

Obviously it would include characters like Luz, Eda, King and Amity with a variety of outfits e.g. Grom, Winter etc. To fill out the selection they would probably make many background characters playable and they would be unlocked in the Open World through quests and puzzles. Mickey Mouse would likely be a secret character that can be unlocked. (I will touch on DLC characters in its own section)

Open World

The Boiling Isles would be the biggest location with all the known locations like The Owl House, Hexside and Blight Manor etc. You would likely be able to explore the interior of places like The Owl House. They would likely also include a small area of Earth that you can access through the Portal Door. The world would be full of character quests and puzzles much like other LEGO games such as LEGO Marvel.

DLC

It would probably have a few different packs:

-Good Witch Azura Level Pack. Comes with a Level based on the novels from the show. Would come with playable versions of the characters from the book as well as new looks for Luz and Amity in their Azura costumes seen in the show.

-Gravity Falls Level Pack. Comes with a Level based on Gravity Falls. Would include Dipper, Mabel, Stan, Ford, Soos, Wendy and Bill.

-Amphibia Level Pack. Comes with a Level based on Amphibia. Would include Anne, Sprig, Polly, Hop Pop, Sasha, Marcy, Grime and Andrias.

-Disney TVA Character Pack. Would include Scrooge McDuck, Molly McGee, Perry the Platypus, Milo Murphy and Star Butterfly.

-Avengers Character Pack. Would include Iron Man, Captain America, Thor, Hulk, Hawkeye and Black Widow.

-Star Wars Character Pack. Would include Anakin Skywalker, Palpatine, Luke Skywalker, Darth Vader, Rey Skywalker and Kylo Ren.

Pre Order Figure

It would likely be Luz, unless LEGO also made sets in which case it would probably be a version of Luz in her Grom Outfit.

Abilities

Some characters would be able to turn into things e.g. Eda into Beast form. Some would be able to summon things e.g. Amity could create an Abomination which you then play as. Some could fly e.g. Luz using Owlbert. Different spells could be used to do different things e.g. fire spell to destroy gold objects like most LEGO Games.

Voices

They would probably try to get most of the cast back to do voices from the game. Some characters would have entry lines which play when you select them e.g. when selecting Eda she would say "I am Eda, The Owl Lady and the most powerful Witch on the Boiling Isles! But you probably knew that already!". Some characters would have lines where they interact for example Luz and Amity might have small flirty/flustered interaction (this is separate from dialogue in Levels etc).

Play Style

It would be pretty similar to most LEGO games with a few small changes to better fit The Owl House e.g. Glyphs that need a character like Luz to active for puzzles. It could feature something like "Stan Lee in peril" from the Marvel games but with Dana Terrace, so Dana would be trapped in different locations throughout Levels and the open world where you have to solve puzzles to save them and after saving them all you unlock Dana as a playable character.

So that's basically my idea for a LEGO game based on The Owl House. This will probably never happen (it would be awesome if it did) but I thought it would be interesting to explore the possibility. Thanks for reading and have a great day!

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rangerslayer-97 · 3 years

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Galaxy-3 (Rebels AU) Meets Galaxy-29 (SW/Terminator AU): Ahsoka Swap (Again!)

I do not own any of the characters from Rebels AU, they belong to @sirloozelite who gave me permission to use them.

Side note: Any crossovers myself and SirLoozElite have done and in the past are not canon to our fics. They are merely for fun and adding more chaos XD

******

*3 ABY, Apartment, Moon of Alderaan, Core Region, Galaxy-3*

A quiet day in an apartment on the Moon of Alderaan, a Togruta was keeping busy doing house cleaning, until a portal randomly opened behind her, the vortex pulling her in and replacing her with another.

Morai: *perched on the bird stand* Hoot (Uh oh!) 0_0

G29 Ahsoka: Ouch! What the kriffing Sith Hells!?

The mysterious battle-hardened looking Togruta with facial similar to G3 Ahsoka, only differentiated by the scar running over her right eye (think John Connor’s scar). Another person enters the room, to find “Ahsoka” standing in the living room.

Kaeden: Ahsoka?

G29 Ahsoka flinches, unsheathing one lightsaber and DC-17 in the other, just Kaeden pulled a blaster in a hidden compartment in the wall.

G29 Ahsoka: Sergeant Larte? *lowers blaster & extinguishes lightsaber* What are you doing here? I stationed you to lead the resistance squad on Ryloth!

Kaeden: *also lowers blaster* I’m sorry… what!? Sergeant? Ryloth? Resistance!? Ahsoka what are you talking about and why do you like you’ve been through Sith Hell and high water!?

G29 Ahsoka: Did we win the Machine War? :D

Morai: 0_0

Kaeden: WHAT MACHINE WAR!? Ahsoka did you indulge in the alcohol too much?

G29 Ahsoka: Larte… don’t you remember? The war against the machines? Skynet? I built up a resistance to fight them! We’ve been fighting for 16 years so far!

Kaeden: What’s a Skynet? 0_0

G29 Ahsoka: … … … Something tells me I’ve… ended up in a… different reality? 👀

Kaeden: Congrats for figuring that out… Tano 😑

G29 Ahsoka: Oh no! If I’m here… oh no no no no! There’s an important operation that I was planning that we can’t afford to fail! If I’m here… then…

Kaeden: My girlfriend has been transported to your galaxy! 😶

G29 Ahsoka: I’M YOUR WHAT NOW!? 0_0

Kaeden: 🤦‍♀️

Meanwhile in Galaxy-29, in a hidden, undisclosed location, the HQ of the Machine Resistance.

*997 ARR (3 BBY), Planet Unknown, Region Unknown, Galaxy-29*

G3 Ahsoka: *groans* Kriffing Sith Hell. Where the Hell am I?

Two familiar looking people appear in front of her.

G29 Leia: Ah! There you are General Tano! Kallus and I have been looking everywhere for you!

G3 Ahsoka: 0_0

G29 Kallus: Yeah, General. It’s unlike you to disappear like that. Especially in a constant war zone.

G3 Ahsoka: WAR ZONE!? I THOUGHT THE GALAXY WAS AT PEACE AFTER KILLING PALPATINE! 0_0

G29 Leia: Uh… yeah? You’re the leader of the Machine Resistance. This is the 16th year of the war now. 997 ARR if my math is correct. Besides, Palpy died when Skynet turned in the midst of Order 66 🧐

G3 Ahsoka: WHAT!? SKYNET!? 0_0

G29 Leia: Nevermind that! You’re giving us a mission debrief to launch an assault on a machine concentration camp and free the prisoners inside!

G3 Ahsoka: 0_0

G29 Kallus: Wait a minute… something isn’t right… 😠

G29 Leia: *studies “General Tano”* 0_0 IMPOSTER! TERMINATOR ON BASE! *finds and smacks the nearest emergency lockdown alarm*

G3 Ahsoka suddenly finds herself lifted by Kallus by the neck, before being pinned to the wall. As Leia takes out her blaster pistol.

G3 Ahsoka: Kallus! Leia! 0_0

Leia knocks “General Tano” out with a smack of her blaster pistol.

G29 Leia: Machine holding cell? 👀

G29 Kallus: Machine holding cell.

The two walk off with an unconscious “General Tano” imposter, to lock up and interrogate when she wakes up.

To Be Continued…

#star wars #star wars au #galaxy 3 #rebels au #galaxy 29 #terminator #ahsoka tano #kaeden larte #morai #leia organa #alexsandr kallus

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mrfandomwars · 3 years

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My MCU X SWTCW AU

Ok, so, basically, Fox ended up in the mcu in the final fight against Palpatine bc Palpatine was trying on a Sith ritual on Fox, before they were interrupted by the Jedi and de-chipped clones, who were there to arrest him.

Palpatine was like "Fuck no" and made Fox attack the Clones while he dealt with the Jedi.

All comes to a stop when Rex who had a bad relationship with Fox after Fives 'murder' stepped on the lines that defined the rituals parameters, making Fox break free of the chip control long enough to push Rex aside and replace him in his place before falling back into the control of Palpatine.

Fox is then sucked into a portal that appeared out of nowhere, giving the clones and Jedi the opening to take down Palpatine.

Which they do.

And then, after a month of looking for Fox, they believe that he is dead and give him a funeral.

Meanwhile,

Fox ended up falling into Tony's California house.

Right on top of his car.

(It's shorty after the first movie btw.)

Tony is Confusion.

But helps Fox, nevertheless.

By calling an ambulance

Fox spends a few days in the hospital unconscious.

With a basically every doctor worried about him and wondering how he is still standing because of his injuries.

(and wondering what are the things in his blood, because he is clearly not fully human.)

The SHIELD/HYDRA tries to take him away, but Tony is there and checks in every day.

They can't get Fox away, they try, they are caught.

Fox is not in any database or in any footage, only people who look like him but are all accounted.

Also, side note, because Star Wars has only the original trilogy as *stuff happens* George Lucas or anyone else was able to publish anything else about it either dies or doesn't publish it because *stuff*.

Fox wakes up after two weeks, for once well rested, body aching a bit though.

Nobody understands anything he says, and he tries all the languages he knows.

Which are a lot.

It frustrates him and the doctors to no end.

Tony takes it as a challenge though.

He basically became glued to Fox's side, showing him learning videos of English and helping Fox learn the language and with pronunciation, as Fox hadn't used his voice in a while and before his two-week coma he had strangle marks on his throat.

Also, different language, hello!

They finally find an easier to way to communicate when Tony and Fox realize that Galactic Basic written is basically English with a different alphabet.

Tony gives Fox a tablet with the aurebesh alphabet that has the option to translate any sentence into english if Fox wishes to.

(He has unrestricted access to the internet, but Jarvis watched what he did for a year.)

There's a bit of confusion about where Fox comes from until Tony scans him and discovers that Fox is from another universe.

And knows that if the government is made aware, Fox would disappear to a facility and wouldn't reaper from it.

They cover it up by saying that Fox is 'Fredrick 'Fox' Jonathan Stark', Tony's twice removed cousin that went missing in a forest when he was a baby and that's why there's no camera footage of him.

Also, his files were lost in a fire, didn't you guys know?

They aren't able to cover up Fox's scars, so they just say trauma and frown at anyone who asks about it.

The second movie goes basically the same except Rhodey, Pepper, Happy and Fox know about Tony dying bc Fox caught the signs because some of his actions were similar to things Fox did when he was the Commander of the Guard.

Also, Natasha is caught by Fox, but they become friends and stuff, keeping in contact and stuff as Natasha decided to make an ally of someone who could see through her act and possibly win a fight against her instead of making him her enemy.

Stuff happens, the movie ends, Fox now is the second in command of Happy in the head of security sense, but mostly stays near Tony, which lets Happy do his own stuff away from Tony.

Stuff mostly stays the same until the Avengers, because Fox got an armour (similar to a body armour of Mandalorian and clones without the helmet, because he has a mask) and a light brown robe that is made with very strong materials.

His armour is grey (mourning, for the fact that, as far as he knows, he won't go back to his home universe and also for all the siblings he lost), red (for honouring a parent, except he is using it as honouring his vode, also a reference towards the Guard), blue bc he is reliable, white (bc in this dimension he has a new start, away from all the stuff he was force to do by Palpatine, which he feels guilty about), black (to bring justice to those who need it, and also to indicate the fact that he will no longer be forced to comply with corruption as the only people who he cares about can take care of themselves, and they won't be sent to decommissioning or reconditioning if they don't meet certain standards), gold (for vengeance for the people who need it, as he wasn't able to get his for his family) and green, for his duty to help people.

He probably goes by The Guard btw, but I'm open to suggestions

Also, side note, Tony and Rhodey and Pepper and Happy and Jarvis would like to know who hurt Fox (their adopted cousin/friend), he reacted surprised when he was treated with the minimal care or human rights.

Fox takes over the command of the Avengers as he was used to leading, like Steve, except he is a Marshall Commander and stuff, stuff being that Fox still remembers the classes on Kamino about how to deal with an invasion.

Cap becomes his Second In Command though, he doesn't really mind because this means he won't have to deal with the paperwork.

Or smiling to politicians.

Which is good.

Doesn't stop Fox from dragging him with him and Tony though.

(Steve is not pouting, what are you talking about.)

Anyway, Fox takes over, and also finishes Steve's military training (which, from what I understand he never finished the boot camp????????? Might be wrong) along with Rhodey.

They also give him formal classes on leading, which Steve is grateful, but along with Rhodey concerned on certain things that Fox taught.

He blames Kamino.

Steve, because of the training and stuff, is spending his time on the tower and lives there.

Fox drags Clint to spend his time in the tower after the invasion because he is concerned about the reaction of SHIELD about Clint, even if Clint was mind controlled (yes, he is projecting a bit here).

Clint doesn't mind much as the SHIELD was being a bit cold to him, he was thinking of going to visit his family though.

Natasha goes along because of Clint and because she will finally be able to probably regularly train against Fox.

She is adopted as Fox older sibling there.

The Avengers are shocked about the truth of where Fox is actually from but keep it quiet and welcome him nevertheless.

They, in return, learn a bit of mando'a and galactic basic.

Give them time, and soon they will be speaking as a native except for a few sentences and stuff because Fox rarely said them.

Natasha proudly gives Fox a mug saying 'te jatne kih'vod' (meaning 'the best younger sibling (brother)'), she got some stuff wrong and wrote the way the words were pronounced in aurebesh, but it's the spirit that counts.

Anyway, won't go much into it but just letting this be known:

Bc of the amazing @jgvfhl, I got the idea of Natasha ending up in the sw universe after sacrificing herself to the soul stone.

Fox was one of the people that turned to ash in the snap.

Natasha has a compilation of videos taken in the Battle of Wakanda as some people had camera's on their suits and there was a news team from Wakanda that was live-streaming the whole thing, some footage includes Fox, without his mask as he had lost it in the fight, turning to ash as Bucky reaches for him before Bucky himself disappears.

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fezwearingjellybananas · 3 years

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Tagged by the always lovely @annnesbonny, thank you

How many works do you have on AO3?

172

What’s your total AO3 word count?

866,426 words which is quite a few. I'm currently trying to see if I can hit a million by the end of next year but it's not so much a set goal as it is a game I'm playing with myself

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

There's mostly DCTV ones (mostly Flash but they can all be grouped as one thing), MCU and Agents of SHIELD, Doctor Who, a couple of The Adventure Zone ones, there's one Justice League 2017 film one and a few Flash Comics ones which are both more DC, a Good Omens one, Sherlock, one Librarians which is actually in a fic collection not tagged with Librarians because it was only the one fic out of all of them, I did write Harry Potter and Merlin and one Percy Jackson once way back when on FFN but they didn't make it over to AO3, so I think 13 unless you put all the DC and Marvel things together?

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Crossed Wires (DCTV, Barry/Eddie, I wrote this one in an hour after getting stuck for days trying to come up with something to fit the prompt)

Mis-sent (DCTV, Barry/Cisco, also a prompt fill for a ship week, it's a wrong number/college AU texting fic, figuring out the format was interesting)

"Just sleep in my damn shirt" (DCTV, Barry/Eddie, this was a prompt fill that didn't even get a proper title?)

Milk and Sugar (DCTV, Iris/Caitlin, this turned into a very long series, it was an accident but is also my little baby)

Flash Red; Vibe Blue (DCTV, Barry/Cisco, this remains the only fic I have stopped writing halfway through so I could run to Tesco, buy yeast, and bake bread because I was writing about baking bread and couldn't think of anything else until I had a bowl sitting in the airing cupboard. I made bread multiple times because of this fic.)

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I do, I don't always know what to say, I often feel like I'm bad with words and knowing what to say to people, but I very much appreciate the comments so I do want to thank people at least

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Ashes to Ashes, it's the end of Inifinty War/very beginning of Endgame fic for the Marvellous Ladies of DC AU so there's a lot of character death (but it'll get better later)

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I haven't for a while but I have, the Percy Jackson fic was a crossover with Doctor Who where Rory Williams ends up helping various Roman demigods during his two thousand years hanging around as a plastic Roman but that was just on FFN and I don't think I still have it saved. I forgot the Star Wars/MCU one (that makes 14 fandoms total, and was also only on FFN) which was Mace Windu's lightsaber poked him in the eye as he fell out the window after being zapped by Palpatine and he fell into a portal and became Nick Fury which was inspired by a conversation with my brother

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

I had a few "constructive critisim" comments that were just critisisms which is why I don't think I have anything on the FFN account anymore. I panicked.

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I do not, smut is not my thing.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Someone asked once but I didn't hear anything after that so I don't know if they finished it or not

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

The Marvellous Ladies of DC mentioned above is a collaborative AU with @agentmarymargaretskitz

What’s your all time favourite ship?

I guess Westallen? That's the one that most commonly tends to slip in in other fics, and I do enjoy other ships featuring Iris and Barry seperately but also sometimes that just turns into poly with Iris and Barry together again

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I have had a Cynco role reversal featuring comic stuff too in the to write folder for so long that could be a long fic but keeps being put behind other things and not written so I might just stick what I have up in the AU Snippets collection

What are your writing strengths?

I have had some compliments on bits of dialogue recently which was nice

What are your writing weaknesses?

Spelling. I think I might need to work on descriptions more, I often feel like I mostly write dialogue and need more of the inbetween bits.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I think it depends? Suddenly switching languages can be quite jarring when you're reading, especially when it's to a languge you don't know and there are no translations so for something like that when the POV character is speaking in another language they're fluent in I would probably write in English and use the descriptor tag to note it's in another language, but if it's someone else speaking another language and the POV character isn't fluent I might use the jarring switch intentionally? If they understand some then you can incorporate translations into the text because they're going to be trying to translate what's being said either aloud or in their head and they probably will miss out bits of the conversation and misunderstand so having the character (and the reader) missing part of the information is kind of the point? And little bits, nicknames, the odd word, swearing in French so the pardon my French is used literally and using it to drop this other character actually speaks French too, that's fine, it's just the big paragraphs switching.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

It was a Doctor Who/Sherlock crossover (because I got into fanfiction because my friend sent me several to read) and I panicked about publishing it for months. I did not tell that friend I had published any fics.

What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

I feel bad picking favourites, but I did enjoy writing Ghosting which is a DCTV Cisco/Hartley fic, that was for the Hartmon Halloween event and was different to what I usually write so was fun to play around with and see what works and what doesn't (and considering I started by saying "I'll do no research for this because they also don't know what's going on" I ended up reading a lot about plastering), and I had some really lovely comments on Ghosting which did all make me cry a lot.

The Milk and Sugar 'verse is possibly cheating because it's a series but I was working on that for a long time so I think I'll always have a bit of a soft spot for that one (and it gave me an excuse to read so much science, that series has sources). The Superhero in the Bath, The Night Shift, and Flash Red; Vibe Blue (all DCTV Barry/Cisco) were fun to write too, The Superhero in the Bath has one of my favourite openings, The Night Shift's literal kiss of life is probably my favourite kiss I've written (and my favourite "can I count this as a pun or not" bit), and the bread I made while writing Flash Red; Vibe Blue tasted good too, the recipe was on the yeast pot, it's my go to bread recipe now, it lives in my head. Outfits (DC, Hal/Barry/Iris) was for the DC Poly Week and was my favourite out of those prompts because it was just a little bit of fluff (fun fact about the DC Poly week, 4 out of 7 are Hal/Barry/Iris fics, if you read it as one 'verse it's snippets of their relationship in reverse order), Museum Visits (DC, gen featuring Barry, Iris, and a tiny Wally) was just short and sweet, Double Back (DCTV, gen from the Flash & Hawkgirl series which is Iris/Kendra with a side Barry/Cisco) was really fun to write (the whole series is but that fic is based on Flashback which is one of my favourite episodes) and Vibe and the Flash (DCTV, gen from the Tess Lives AU which features Barry/Iris) had a bit that wasn't planned but showed up while I was writing and I'm so glad it did (the thing those two have in common is I guess I enjoy writing Eobard Thawne being a dick), I really don't think I can pick one favourite, I think, even if there are hard points and some are from a while ago and I would probably do differently now, I've enjoyed writing everything I've written, it's why I wrote them.

Tagging @agentmarymargaretskitz, @starstruckpurpledragon, @incendiaglacies, and @squireofgeekdom if you would like?

#thank you so much!#will i ever name just one fic when someone asks what my favourite one i've written is the answer is no #i feel too bad what if the others feel left out because i picked just one #replies #look i wrote a thing #it probably fits in there #*

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