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astrajinn · 8 months

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The Angel and The Slave

"How?" she shook her head and replied. "I'm just a kid."

"But I heard intergalactic pilots talk about them. They're the most beautiful creatures in the universe and they live on the moon of Iego, I believe."

"You're very sweet. Have you been to that planet?"

"No, but I listen to the pilots and traders who pass through here. I'm a pilot too, and someday I'll fly away from this planet."

"If you ever manage to, you can come visit me. There's a planet I want to go to," he watched her as she cleaned a piece.

"You'll see, I will."

"How long have you been a pilot?" she asked, trying to sit beside him, but not being able to; she had already decided not to use her abilities, which made it difficult for her to climb onto the counter.

"My whole life," he stepped down and helped her up by holding her waist.

"How long have you been here?"

"I don't remember exactly, I was very little, I was 3, I think," he climbed back up and sat down beside her. "My mom and I belonged to Gardulla the Hutt, but we were lost in a podrace bet."

"Are you a slave?" she asked, puzzled.

"I am a person, and my name is Anakin," he scolded, annoyed.

"I'm sorry, it's just that this planet is very strange to me. Where I come from, everything is very different."

Everything was quiet until a clatter was heard, and from a corner, a small droid emerged, followed by Jar Jar, whose antics made Padme laugh when he grabbed the droid by its "neck."

"Hey, press its nose," I informed obviously.

"Would you help me find a tool? I need it to fix my speeder."

"Of course," I said and helped him down. "Follow me, I wouldn't have lasted this long here if I weren't good at building things."

"We're leaving," he announced, walking towards the door. "Jar Jar, leave that."

"I still haven't found my tool."

"We'll look somewhere else, bring your speeder."

"As you wish," he muttered and took his speeder, holding it under his arm. "I'm very glad to have met you, Anakin."

"It was my pleasure too."

Before leaving, Astra waved her hand and the things Jar Jar had knocked over returned to their places. They went to look with other traders, but no one had what they needed, so they walked to an alley and Qui-Gon took out his communication device to call Obi-Wan.

"Are you sure there's nothing left aboard?"

"Just some supply crates and the queen's wardrobe, but it's not enough for a trade, not for the amount she's talking about."

"Have you been able to contact Paraddle?"

"What good would that do?" he asked, puzzled.

"Adora would help us, but she would send transmissions, it's still very dangerous," he complained.

"What if we sell Astra?"

"No jokes. We'll try to find a solution, we'll call you later."

"Don't do it, don't do it, the inhabitants here are crazy, they'll rob us and crash."

"I doubt it, I have nothing of value, that's the problem," he left, and Astra stood by his side.

"Daddy, if we don't find a way to pay. Will we stay here forever?"

"You'll see, we'll find a way, don't worry. We'll get out of here."

They were a little ahead when he heard Jar Jar screaming and a creature, which Astra couldn't identify, was choking him with its legs. It probably would have killed him if Anakin hadn't arrived and helped.

"Hello," he greeted.

"Hello," Qui-Gon replied.

"Your friend almost turned into Gungan pulp, provoked a very dangerous Dug named Sebulba," he helped him up.

"Meesa no like hits, that's the last thing meesa want."

"The boy's right," Astra pointed out, tired. "Sebulba almost killed you. Thanks, young friend."

"But, but I didn't do anything."

"That's the problem, you never do anything," the girl scolded. "You're a walking disaster. Cause another mess, and I'll solve the trade problem by selling you as a slave."

"You know we don't do those things."

"Supposedly we own him."

They kept walking to the outskirts of the village with Anakin following them and commenting on things about the place. They arrived at the stall of a sweet old woman selling some kind of fruits.

"You'll like these sticks," she handed one to Qui-Gon and looked for a larger one to give to Astra. "This one's for you, take it."

"Thank you," she said and they stored them, Qui-Gon in his belt and hers in her pocket.

"My bones hurt a lot, it must be a storm, Ani, you should go home."

"Do you have shelter?"

"We'll go back to the ship," he answered simply.

"And where is it?" he tried to follow them.

"Far from here."

"Like 30 or 40 minutes away," he added.

"You won't make it in time, sandstorms are very, very dangerous. Come, I'll take you to my house."

Anakin guided them to his house, and just as he said, the storm caught up with them halfway. So, they could advance by covering their faces with their arms to avoid as much sand in their eyes as possible until they reached the house.

"Mom," he calls her. "Mom, I'm back, these are my friends, Mom."

"I'm Qui-Gon Jinn," he introduces, "this is Padme, Jar Jar, Astra, and R2-D2," but since Anakin was busy talking, he didn't hear.

"I'm building a droid. Do you want to see it?"

"Of course," she follows him out.

"Her son was very kind to offer us shelter in their house."

"Come, I'll show you C-3PO," she led her past her mother, with R2 following them.

"Isn't it great? It's not finished yet."

"Did you make it? It's impressive," she comments excitedly, examining some parts.

"Do you really like it?" he earns a nod. "It's a droid that will help Mom. Look," he presses a button and it turns on.

"Ah, where is everyone?" she asks, getting up, unable to see due to lack of an eye.

"Oops," he places it back.

"Hello, I'm C-3PO, human-cyber relations. How may I serve you?"

"Perfect function."

"When the storm passes, I'll show you something. I built a racing ship," the droid walks to the entrance, where it meets R2.

"If you keep showing me things like this, I'll steal you to repair ships in Coruscant."

"Excuse me, but what do you mean by 'naked'?" it emitted a beep that caused laughter from Astra.

"That my circuits are showing, how embarrassing."

"What do you do for fun?" he asks her.

"Usually, I play with my speeder, but I need a tool to fix it."

"In that case, I'll help you. You didn't tell me, what's your name?"

"Most people call me Astra, you can call me that too."

"Did your father give you that name?" he asks interestedly.

"He's not my father, but I wish he were."

"Who is he then?" he looks at him questioningly. "Your father or your mother."

"He's not my father, I don't have one. He and Adora say I was born out of nowhere. He says the Force made me be born, and she says the gods gave her a gift. I don't know who to believe."

"Did you also feel it?"

"What thing?"

"When we met," he takes her hand and measures it against his own.

"Yes, I felt it. It was warm and calm," she traces her palm, murmuring. "It imprinted me at dawn on the hills of Paraddle, like the most beautiful place in the galaxy."

"It reminded me of the races," this time, he plays with her hand. "When the sun is high, and the wind blows strong, when I feel free."

—Astra, why are you so quiet?" she entered and saw them holding hands.

—Padme, Qui-Gon—she named them, turning to look at them.

—We were talking—Anakin replied.

—You haven't spoken in at least 5 minutes, the last thing Astra said was that she didn't know whether to believe Adora or me—Qui-Gon laughed.

—No, the last thing they said was.

—It was that, the food is ready, come out.

The children left the room, and Qui-Gon paused for a minute. The girl's discomfort had disappeared since they met the boy, and they claimed to be talking when they hadn't really said anything. Astra had claimed to feel the same thing as Anakin when they first met.

A doubt grew in him. There were two prophecies, and because of his birth, he always believed Astra was the guide, thinking that in a few years, the Chosen One would come. But perhaps the Chosen One was born before her. Perhaps he was here. Perhaps it was this boy. Perhaps the path had led them to him, and perhaps that same path would eventually separate him from the girl he had loved as a daughter against all codes since Adora handed her over.

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Chut Chut Pateesa, I hope you are doing well.

As always, I apologize for disappearing again. This time, I had to take care of the new Younglings who arrived at the temple. I know it's not an excuse, but I seriously considered using tape to stick them to their beds when it was time to sleep. (For a moment, I thought it was my karma for having made Obi-Wan suffer so much in my Youngling days)

And as compensation for being off the radar, I will publish another chapter for all of you tomorrow. As always, please like, comment, and follow me to know when I post.

Until tomorrow, sleep well, beware of the Sith, my dear Padawans, remember "your ability to speak does not make you intelligent," and may the Force be with you.

#anakin skywalker #anakin x oc #fanfic #jedi #obi wan kenobi #padawan #qui gon jinn #star wars #anakin skywalker x oc #padme amidala #jar jar binks

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lionteacher · 3 years

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@herothehardway published an achingly beautiful fic about Adora struggling with being anxious insomniac, which I read at like 4 am the day it was published, because I am also an anxious insomniac, and I instantly dropped everything to podfic it. Enjoy!

Listen to The Infinite of Sky [Podfic] on A03

Summary:

Adora can’t sleep at night. She was willing to give up everything, her life even, to save everything, everyone she loved. She knows how to do that—how to sacrifice. How to die, even. What she doesn’t know is how to live, after, and feel that she can ever deserve a happy ending.

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Text: The Infinite of Sky

Author: HerotheHardWay

Reader: Caminante

Song: "Don't Worry" by Zoë Keating

#podfic #spop podfic #catradora podfic #catradora #spop #she-ra #my podfic #i'm not over-identifying with adora #you're over-identifying with adora #i made a thing #yes i've used that song in another podfic #TBF it was another podfic about insomnia #it is my insomnia song IRL and in podfic #deal with it

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tangent101 · 4 years

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Catadora Kiss, Pricefield Style

Many thanks to Bruna on Twitter for crafting this gorgeous bit of art and allowing me to share it with you guys! :)

Sourcing link: https://twitter.com/kccwluvx/status/1274089138149560321/photo/1

Enjoy! :)

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cruelfeline · 3 years

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Some time last week, some of us were chatting about Hordak's character development, and how much of it is less apparent than, say, Catra's. Or Adora's. Given that he's not a main character (is he even a secondary? I wonder...), this isn't necessarily surprising: the show simply doesn't focus enough on him to give him front-and-center scenes. He doesn't get the moments of clear introspection we see with our mains.

That doesn't, however, mean that there's no development at all. Rather, it means that a lot of Hordak's motivations and thought processes end up conveyed in more subtle ways, often requiring a bit of dedicated assessment from the viewer. Essentially: very rarely does the show clearly state what Hordak is feeling, but with some attention to detail, one can, I think, fairly accurately deduce it.

There are plenty of scenes one can assess in this fashion, but I'm going to focus on a specific one because it's a great example of how much detail can be packed into some scenery and a couple of lines.

That scene is the one involving him and Catra at the beginning of season four.

We open with a pan through Hordak's sanctum, with special attention being drawn to the fact that everything is an absolute mess. Cables are torn and sparking. Heavy machinery lays strewn about in various states of disrepair.

Vitrines that were shattered during the portal incident haven't even been drained, let alone repaired. The scene uses Catra to highlight the abnormality of this: she clearly sees the destruction around her and appears confused, unsettled, by it. Her expression and general demeanor inform us that something is wrong.

Furthermore, she is able to enter the sanctum without any sort of invitation, preamble, or indeed, without even announcing herself. Which is odd, isn't it? It's certainly not the sort of behavior we've seen from her before, and it's not the sort of thing that we've seen Hordak allow before. Previously, Catra has always been nervous when entering Hordak's territory. Or she's been summoned. This time, she appears to be neither.

Furthermore, she calls him "Hordak." Rather than Lord.

We now move to Hordak himself. Whereas we've always seen Hordak doing something in his sanctum - be it technical work or interacting with Entrapta or what-have-you - we come upon him doing all of nothing. Actually, we come upon him sitting, which is also... odd, isn't it? We've seen him sit on his throne, sure, but there's always been a sort of performative aspect to that. He sits on his throne, commanding respect, being "Lord Hordak." He doesn't really look like "Lord Hordak" here, does he?

We've also seen him sit after his syncopal episode, but that's not what's happening here, either.

Rather, Hordak is just... idle. Seated almost casually. Or, rather, seated without seeming to care what he looks like, or what is going on around him. He's not actively working on anything. He's not tending to the ungodly mess around him. He's just doing nothing. Which, if one thinks about it, we've never actually seen before.

Now we commence dialogue. Catra immediately focuses on aspects of the situation that are pertinent to the Horde's supposed goal: conquering Etheria. She points out the absence of Angella, which is an important thing! Strategically crucial, in fact. She focuses on the advantage the Horde now has, pointing out that the Rebellion is in disarray without its leader, and Hordak...

Hordak entirely ignores this all-important advantage (and indulges in an outburst of rage at "Entrapta") and focuses instead on one solitary thing: keeping Princesses out of the Fright Zone.

Which. That's important, sure, but it's also ignoring an incredible strategic opportunity: a bizarre error for someone whose chief goal is, supposedly, taking over Etheria. It's especially bizarre when one takes into account the fact that, having just lost their leader and thus being in disarray, it's fairly unlikely that any Princesses are going to attempt to breach the Fright Zone anytime soon. So... what gives?

The show doesn't specifically say it. It doesn't give Hordak a private monologuing scene, or even have any other character verbally point it out, but by noting all of the components of this scene, one can recognize that Hordak is, to put it plainly, depressed.

Hordak, a normally ordered, fastidious character, has been ignoring the utter wreckage of his home for the better part of a few months. He does not appear to care about the usual hierarchy he once so emphatically insisted upon, not reacting to Catra's informal way of meeting with and speaking to him.

Even though he is supposed to be hell-bent on conquering Etheria, he is completely idle. Furthermore, he totally disregards a glaring strategic opportunity and instead gives us an indicator of what is actually important to him: another Princess breaching the Fright Zone.

Another Princess entering his life, getting close to him, and hurting him. As Entrapta supposedly did.

This is the sort of scene that gives us indicators of what is going on in Hordak's inner world without necessitating that the show dedicate specific time to directly addressing it. Instead, we get alterations in background and behavior that, when assessed and compared to what we already know about Hordak, indicate a shift in his mental and emotional states.

But that's the thing: one has to pay attention. One has to notice that the sanctum is still a disaster, and one has to realize that this is abnormal. One has to note that Catra is no longer behaving the way she used to while approaching Hordak. One has to recognize that Hordak himself is idle in a way we have never seen. And one has to take care to not only see that Hordak doesn't respond to war-related strategic openings, but also identify what he does respond to.

One has to see these things and ask: Why is the sanctum still a mess? Why isn't Hordak working? Why isn't he attacking when the Rebellion is in disarray? Why?

By doing all of that, one can assess that there is not just anger at a territory breach and supposed betrayal here; if that was the case, then I doubt that moping among broken machinery would be the result. Rather, there is distress and pain bad enough that Hordak has fallen out of normal behavior and... well, essentially broken down.

Now, if one doesn't take the time to assess this scene and appreciate the interplay of environment and character behavior, then the fact that Hordak is depressed might not be apparent. Rather, one might see only the most obvious, loud thing - his angry outburst - and judge him an angry jerk; no more, no less.

Take a closer look, however, and one can see the confused, hurt individual that he actually is after the portal incident.

But: one has to look.

#hordak #catra #entrapdak

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n7punk · 3 years

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Did you know apparently if you're "old" you're forbidden from enjoying anything? 🙄 One of the She Ra writers whose work I really like is over 40, and guess what, it's fine! People need to get over themselves and not be jerks lmao. Everyone should get some Legos and chill

I think some of the younger people in online fandom really have no clue what the average age the viewers of their favorite shows are, much less the average age of the fandom. the average age of the she-ra fandom creators, from every single creator's age that I know, is early to late 20s. of course there are teen fans, but remember, catra and adora's story was written by noelle, an almost-30 year old lesbian, and thus a lot of their love story is resonant with the experiences that queer people who are now in their 20s-30s have had, even if they aren't still the age that catra and adora are in the show (18-21). they felt similarly at that age and see themselves represented in the show, so they create content for it based on their own experiences.

if any age gap between creator and character is a problem, then these people should direct their dumb takes at the very concept of the entire genre of YA (which is predominantly written by adults), because if what I'm doing is a problem then that has to be a 100X worse since the age gap is even larger there (it's actually large enough to be called a gap), but I have an askbox so I guess it's easier to harass me 🤷‍♂️ They are holding young queer people (YES, 20s is still young) to a ridiculous standard that no one in the real world is held to, which is even crueler when you remember that the world is so harsh and exclusionary of queer people and our experiences already so we have nowhere else to be.

She-ra is honestly the first TV show where I saw my experience being queer accurately represented. these weren't just queer characters, but they also had queer experiences. of course i, and other queer fans like me, are going to latch onto it. these people are completely ignorant of the actual reasons age gaps can be problems and thus misidentifying any numbers that don't perfectly match up as a problem because they don't know the actual problems that arise from gaps are and thus can't identify them accurately. this isn't the way that the world outside of extremely insular fandom wank circles operates and i guess we just have to hope that they eventually gain enough experience to realize that.

#do not reblog #ask #anon #look at toht #there is so much of my experience going to college and getting my first girlfriend at eighteen in that fic #but because i'm no longer 18 #i'll bet that person thinks it is predatory for me to write about my own experiences through the lens of fictional characters #basically if you want to write a character of a certain age really well you have to have Been that age #which means you generally have to be older and have gained the insight to contextualize the experience you have then

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