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inquisitor-apologist · 1 year

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Reason 552 Barriss should’ve been (Fulcrum) in Rebels: how much harder the Luminara episode would’ve hit if she’d been there.

Barriss had never expected to see her master alive again. She'd lived with her death for a decade and a half; Barriss had felt the Purge, and so few had survived. But she'd never been sure, and the scant hope she'd kept alive for so long had desperately wanted to believe that Trayvis's info was good, that Luminara lived, that she could find her master again. And she had. Imprisoned in a cryogenic coffin, fifteen years gone and dead, her once-master. Luminara Unduli, Knight of the Jedi Order, General of the 71st Elite Corps, Master to a traitor and heretic. Dead, just like the Republic she'd defended.

They'd put her in a force-damned sarcophagus and used her bones as a beacon, tempting survivors to their deaths. Barriss wanted to cry, to scream, to be sick. It wasn't right. Jedi burned their dead. Barriss should--what? What should she do? What could she do? There was no fuel for a pyre, no Masters to preside, no one left to mourn. No one but Barriss, and Barriss was a traitor. She could not give her a proper funeral. Luminara was dead, and still, Barriss failed her. That was all she could ever do, it seemed.

She rested her head against the cold transparisteel of the casket. It was all so wrong. She remembered her last conversation with her master in a cold, featureless visitation room of Coruscant High-Security Republic Penitentiary. Luminara had told her that the Jedi had managed to get her execution date permanently postponed, and Barriss had cried. She'd told her she was being deployed to Kashyyyk, and Barriss had cried. She'd told Barriss goodbye, and Barriss had cried. She'd done that a lot back then. It seemed she was getting back into the habit.

Tears froze on the cold surface of the coffin.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, but what she meant was, could I have saved you? If I'd been there, if I'd never Fallen, if I was still your student, would you be safe? Could I have taken the blaster bolts for you, let you get away? Is there a world where our places are inverted? "I'm so sorry, Master. I don't... I can't..."

She remembered Luminara’s smile. Her gentle, firm presence warm and welcoming even when Barriss had been at her lowest, screaming her hatred from behind cell walls. “It does not matter what you have done, Padawan,” Luminara had told her when she had finally seen the truth of the Temple bombing, sobbing on the floor of her cell. “All that matters is you see the light, change your ways and make amends. It does not even matter if you fail along the way. The dark road is treacherous and difficult to climb out of. What is important is that you try.”

Barriss Offee was not a Jedi. The Temple was destroyed, the Council murdered, the Code abandoned. She could never call herself Jedi again and know that it was truth. That did not matter, not now. What mattered was that her Master was depending on her one last time. She could not hold a proper funeral, but that didn't matter either. She would try.

She stepped back from Luminara's coffin.

She ignited her lightsabers, one white, one blue.

She slashed through the transparisteel, careful not to let the blades touch her Master.

Cold white steam materialized as freezing, fifteen-year-old air leaked out.

Luminara's corpse fell forward, into the gouged transparisteel, with a small thump.

Jedi funerals were short, simple affairs. The body was ritually cleaned, then laid out on a stone slab. Any who wished to pay their respects could come to mourn. The ceremony was held exactly three days after death and lasted perhaps fifteen minutes. Afterward, their lineage would hold a small party, remembering the fallen's life and celebrating their memory. The dead were free, released to the total harmony of the Force. There was no need for extended grief periods or complex rites. A life was to be remembered, missed, honored, not held on to.

Barriss breathed out, composing herself.

There had been so many funerals in the war; Barriss knew precisely what to say and do. Her lips moved, almost on their own.

“There is no emotion, there is peace.

There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.

There is no passion, there is serenity.

There is no chaos, there is harmony.

There is no death, there is the Force.”

She cried, and a small, blue flame ignited in her palm. She continued.

“I am one with the Force, and the Force is with me. You are one with the Force, as all things shall be. May you find justice; May you find peace. May the Force be with you.”

Her body shook with uncontrollable sobs. The flame in her hand grew larger and brighter. She cried as she pressed her hand against her Master’s cold, dead corpse and watched the fire take hold. The Force Fire left no smoke; it ate through Luminara’s body, dropping her ashes on the cell floor.

Luminara was free. It was too much. Barriss collapsed to the floor and wept.

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pretchatta · 6 months

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Can't Get Enough

am I back writing for kanera after a whole year away? that's a solid maybe! but I have finished this epilogue to Reflections in a Broken Mirror which I started a year ago and I am sharing it, as ever, in the hopes that other people enjoy it as much as I enjoy other people's fic.

rating: explicit (sexual content); kanan jarrus/hera syndulla; 1.9k words

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Something had felt ever so slightly different since Kanan had woken up, but as soon as Hera led him through the strange doorway he felt it all slot back into place.

He was home.

He felt Hera turn her head back to look at where they’d just come from and stretched out his senses. He could feel… Something behind him, something that was both there and not, that seemed to only exist in two dimensions but somehow also in another one that wasn’t the usual third. A fourth dimension. He could feel it getting smaller, shrinking down into its centre until–

"It’s gone." Hera’s words were calm. He heard her turn back to him. "And you’re here."

Her arms were around him in an instant, a vice gripping his chest and holding him so tightly it was like she would never let go. Her nose pressed into his neck and he felt her chest expand as she inhaled, breathing in deeply. He in turn breathed in the scent of her, his nose to her flight cap to get the familiar leatheris and engine oil and Hera scent he loved so much.

Her face shifted slightly and her nose was replaced with the rough drag of her tongue over his neck. It was completely unexpected; arousal hit him like a punch in the gut. Her tongue became teeth, nipping at his skin, lips pressing kisses up the column of his throat. He could tell that it was both a reaction to him being back in her arms (after seven months, apparently) and driven by the desire that had overtaken her too. The time apart hadn’t changed anything between them; he was still just as attuned to her, to her emotions and her body even if now her body was very different to how he remembered.

Her lips reached his jaw and then a hand tangled in his hair to drag his mouth down hard against hers. She kissed him like she was trying to make up for every missed kiss of the last seven months, and while it hadn’t been so long for him he gladly returned her fervour, always willing to give Hera what she needed.

Hera came up for air and he could just imagine the look in her eyes that said she begrudged her body the need to breathe. He could feel the hunger in her, the strength with which she wanted him, but also a determination he knew all too well. She grabbed his hand and all but dragged him several steps over the flat, grassy ground.

"In here," she ordered, pushing him through a door he hadn’t expected to find out here. "It’s a supply container, we’ve been building– oh, you’ll find out later."

He heard the door slam shut behind them and then his back hit a wall with a dull thud. The supply container smelled musty and vaguely familiar but he wasn’t able to work out why before Hera was pressing herself urgently against him.

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stars-n-spice · 3 months

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People Will Say We're in Love

Had this idea to write some song one shots from musicals for Star Wars ships because I can't make animatics </3

I started working on this literally last year and never finished it (ahaha) but since it's Valentine's I decided to suck it up and finish the first part of the series!

Enjoy!

Warnings: N/A Pairing: Kanan x Hera (Kanera) Song: "People Will Say We're in Love" from Oklahoma! Word Count: 2.9 K Summary: Hera is worried about what others might think about her relationship with a troublesome cowboy. Kanan, on the other hand, is not worried at all.

Kanan had always been someone who didn’t know what he wanted from life. From a young age, his adopted mother had told stories about how he was always all over the place, trying to get every little bit out of life to try and figure out what exactly he wanted from it. Even after her passing, Kanan had stayed the same, and though he wasn’t sure how to go about living the life he wanted, the lifestyle of a cowboy was what fitted him best. Out in the wild, riding through the fields, sleeping underneath the stars, everyday filled with risk and adventure was the closest Kanan would ever get to being so sure about the life he was living.

Well, at least it had been the closest he thought he’d ever get to knowing what he wanted from life before he met Hera Syndulla, the daughter of Ryloth’s mayor, Cham Syndulla. When he met her, it was like everything finally made sense. What had been a meaningless purpose filled with adventurous pastimes, suddenly became something more. Kanan finally realized what he wanted in life–he wanted Hera. He wanted to be by her side, wanted to grow old with her, wanted to be there for her for whatever she needed; there was nothing more in life he could ever want than to be with Hera.

Of course though, after twenty-seven years of not knowing what he wanted and then finally finding it, it wasn’t going to be that easy to get what he wanted just yet. After all, Hera was the mayor’s daughter, she had status, her father had expectations, and Kanan was a cowboy who only had a hat, pistol, and horse to his name. Hell, the hat and pistol weren’t even his; both were totally fairly won in a game of cards, but the point still stood: Life wouldn’t let him have his way just yet.

It was really by chance that Kanan had met Hera, something about “fate” or all that fancy stuff the more superstitious cowboys were always going on about. Kanan had been running around for about a week or so when he stumbled upon the town of Ryloth and decided he’d stay for a bit, just long enough to get his bearings before he decided to set out into the desert again. Now, he had a rule he tried to follow every time he decided to stop in a town and that was to keep a low profile, to go in and out like a ghost, unnoticed and forgotten, from the moment he was there till the moment he left. Unfortunately, about four hours into being in Ryloth, Kanan spotted Hera walking out of the Saloon, horse in tow, and he decided to bend his one rule just a little bit.

He made himself known, went right up and approached her, and for the past year he kept coming back to her and made quite the profile for himself in the town of Ryloth. Hera’s cowboy, they called him. Most didn’t know him by name, but they knew him through that title. A title he wore with pride and one Hera tried to deny was true.

Kanan never fully knew why Hera always tried to deny her very true and obvious feelings, but he never was one to push her to do the things that she didn’t want to. If it was because she feared what her father would say, what the town would say, or just afraid in general, Kanan wanted her to figure it out herself. Though it didn’t help that he kept coming back to her, following her around the town of Ryloth like a lost, lovesick puppy.

“Hera’s cowboy” indeed.

The ride into town was the same as it had always been since the first time that Kanan had strolled into town. A pretty peaceful one through dusty, red rock formations and barren desert until he came to the city hidden in the canyons. A quaint city that had been around for a good amount of time, where there were no secrets and everyone knew everyone. Where Kanan would enter and immediately be greeted by the schoolgirls who giggled because he was “Hera’s cowboy” or by the cold glares of the men exiting the saloon because he was “Hera’s cowboy.” Nobody knew him as Kanan, but he didn’t mind. So long as he kept his hat low and didn’t pick any fights, usually he had a pleasant enough stay.

“‘Scuse me,” Kanan drawled, trying to get the attention of a young lady he recognized to be one of Hera’s friends who was currently walking past as Kanan tied up his horse to a hitching post just a few ways away from the Syndulla manor.

The lady stopped and turned to face Kanan with a small frown, her eyebrow raised and head tilted at the sight of him. “Yes?” she questioned, her voice heavy with an accent.

“Any idea where I can find Ms. Syndulla?” Kanan asked, putting on his best smile in case the lady thought he might have bad intentions. Even though at this point, everyone in town knew all the man did was follow Hera around like a lovesick puppy.

With a quick glance over at the lady to make sure she wasn’t heading back to the manor to alert Hera’s father, Cham about Kanan’s presence, Kanan quickly headed over to the edge of the canyon to the rock formations. He was quick and careful, passing behind the manor with the hope he wouldn’t be spotted and sent back to where he came from by her father.

The lady gave Kanan one more once over before she tossed her head over her shoulder and motioned over to the collection of rock formations just at the edge of the canyon behind the manor.

“She’s there,” the lady replied before carrying on her way once Kanan gave her his thanks with a tip of his hat.

To his relief, Kanan made his way successfully over to Hera’s presumed location without being spotted by her father or trampled over by Hera’s bastard pet pig, Chopper. He only hoped the lady had been right about Hera being here and when he made his way around the rocks, he found her how he usually found her: lying on her back with her eyes skyward, her hand raised up making gentle motions in the wind, and her head in the clouds.

Kanan stopped and smiled as he watched her, his expression soft as his eyes followed her hand as it danced in the air, mimicking a bird in flight. He didn’t dare move a muscle just yet, wanting her to have her moment and not wanting to startle her. But as always, Hera always knew when he was around.

“Mmmh, didn’t think I’d see you so soon, cowboy,” she hummed, lowering her hand as she slowly opened her eyes and sat up.

Kanan grinned, a giddy sensation rising in his chest and making him feel warm inside as he sauntered over to where Hera was sitting atop a rock. He stopped just at the base of the rock and looked up at her, bringing up a hand to shield his eyes from the sun, squinting slightly as he took in the sight of his beloved.

Hera turned to face him, her knees brought up to her chest, sparkling green eyes looking back at him. Her tan skin was steadily getting darker with every hour she spent out working or daydreaming and her dark hair was in its usual twin braids resting over her shoulders while a brown bandana held the rest of her hair in place.

“Well, I figured I’d surprise you,” Kanan chuckled, spreading his arms out and giving her a small bow, as if he was blessing her with his presence; a move that made her laugh softly and roll her eyes fondly as she shifted to the edge of the rock, moving closer to him.

“You know how I feel about surprises,” Hera mused, raising an eyebrow as she watched Kanan step closer until he was standing right in front of her, tilting his head up to be able to meet her gaze as she sat upon the rock.

“You love ‘em don’t you?” Kanan asked, tilting his head with a coy grin, knowing very well that wasn’t the case.

Hera laughed again and shook her head, playfully nudging him in the shoulder with her foot, “You b’hoy. Why do I put up with you?” She grinned before sliding herself off the rock so she was standing right in front of him.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Kanan shrugged with a soft chuckle, his hand immediately going up to cup her face. “Maybe it’s because you love me?” He suggested with a smirk and wiggle of his eyebrows.

Hera snorted and rolled her eyes, but leaned into his touch, putting a hand on top of his and placing a delicate kiss on his wrist on the sliver of skin visible between his leather gloved hand and his jacket sleeve.

“Do I love you though?” She teased, glancing back up at him.

Kanan’s cheeks flushed and he laughed nervously, “I would hope so.”

Hera bit her lip, pausing slightly and making Kanan’s smile falter a little as he continued to caress his cheek. He knew deep down that she did, but she just had trouble admitting it, fearful of what her father would think.

Hera sighed softly and pulled her head away from his hand gently, making Kanan slowly drop it as a small frown tugged his lips downward.

“What?” He asked softly, afraid he might’ve done something wrong.

“Nothing,” Hera quickly reassured, shaking her head, “Just…you’re a little obvious.”

Kanan blinked in confusion and scoffed, “Obvious?”

Hera nodded, looking at him like ‘Really?’

“Yes,” she confirmed, “you’re obvious and the town is starting to catch on.”

Kanan’s smile returned as he shook his head fondly at Hera’s concern. Of course he was obvious, of course the town knew; the only one who wasn’t opening admitting to it was Hera and Kanan would wait for as long as it took to get her to do so.

“Is that a bad thing?” Kanan asked innocently with the tilt of his head.

Hera shot him a look, “Kanan Jarrus.”

He held up his hands in surrender, “Hey, I’m just askin’…”

“Besides,” he started, lowering his hands and placing them on his hips, “I don’t think the entire town knows. Maybe only one or two of your friends…”

“Oh yeah?” Hera scoffed, raising an eyebrow at him, “Well then…”

“Why do they think up stories that link my name with yours?” She asked, folding her arms across her chest defiantly.

Kanan laughed softly and shrugged his shoulders, “Why do the neighbors gossip all day behind their doors?”

Hera rolled her eyes fondly and walked around him, his eyes following her,

“I know a way to prove what they say is quite untrue,” she announced, stopping behind him and making him have to turn around, “Here is the gist, a practical list of don'ts for you…”

Kanan raised an eyebrow, curious as to where she was going with this..

“Don't throw bouquets at me. Don't please my folks too much,” she started to list off, shaking her head as she did so.

“Don't laugh at my jokes too much…people will say we’re in love..” she whispered, her eyes glancing over her shoulder as if to check to see if there was anyone around.

“Who laughs at your jokes?” Kanan teasingly asked, taking a step forward to be close to her again, a lopsided grin on his face as he reached out and gently cupped her chin, bringing her attention back to him.

Hera rolled her eyes at his teasing comment and continued on, pulling her head away as she started to slowly walk around him again, “Don't sigh and gaze at me,” she instructed, putting a hand on her chest and pretended to swoon, “Your sighs are so like mine…”

Kanan’s eyes followed her, half listening to what she was saying and half admiring her as she walked so gracefully it was almost like she was dancing around him, a soft sigh of admiration leaving his lips.

“Your eyes mustn't glow like mine,” she advised, shaking her head as she took a step towards him, “People will say we're in love…”

Kanan leaned in but before he could get the kiss he wanted, Hera turned away. That tease.

“Don't start collecting things,” she instructed, standing a foot or so in front of him.

“Like what?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

“Give me my rose and my glove,” she probed, holding out her hand as if asking for something from him.

He tilted his head as he looked down at her hand and her pursed lips before remembering that the last time he visited (and all the times before that) he’d taken a little something from her to remember her while he was away.

But instead of giving her back her things, he chuckled, and took her hand, pulling her into a close embrace. To his delight, she didn’t pull away but instead let him hold her close, her back to his chest as he wrapped his arms around her.

“Sweetheart,” she breathed, her voice just above a whisper, both a tone of warning and endearment, “they're suspecting things…”

Kanan leaned closer to her to hear her better and she turned her head slightly, their lips brushing up against each other,

“People will say we're in love…”

Heart beats and breaths synced, Hera pulled away once more, leaving Kanan hanging and aching as she leaned back up against the rock she’d been sitting on with that teasing look on her face that Kanan just couldn’t get enough of.

Alright then, he thought, two can play at that game.

Slowly he walked towards her, arms folded across his chest as he grinned back at her, speaking softly, “Y’know…”

“Some people claim that you are to blame as much as I,” he pointed out, putting a hand on his chest and making Hera raise an eyebrow in slight curiosity, wondering where he could be going with this.

“Why do you take the trouble to bake my favorite pie?” He asked, leaning against the rock next to her. Before Hera could interject with a defense as to why, he continued on.

“Grantin' your wish I carved our initials on that tree,” he reminded, pointing over at the large oak tree they would often spend time lying under during the hotter days when shade was a luxury you didn’t take for granted.

Hera’s eyes followed his finger to the oak tree and she smiled softly, unable to resist his points, though she didn’t want to let him win this one. Not yet.

She shook her head and looked at him like, ‘So what?’

Kanan chuckled at her expression and leaned a little closer to her, giving her a playful wink as he did so, knowing he was slowly getting to her, “Just keep a slice of all the advice you give so free…”

“Ha,” she scoffed, the faintest smile tugging at her lips and blush crawling up her cheeks as she looked away from him.

“Don't stand in the rain with me…” he smiled, twirling a laughing Hera, “People will say we're in love…”

“Don't praise my charm too much…Don't look so vain with me…” he instructed, copying her from before with a wide grin as he pretended to swoon, making Hera roll her eyes and look away.

He slowly walked over and took her hand, pulling her in a dance with her back pressed to his chest again, his other hand on her waist as they slowly started to move with Kanan’s steady voice to a melody playing in their hearts.

“Don't take my arm too much,” He continued as they danced on. Hera and him began to walk in a circle around each other, their intertwined hands up in the air as Hera held onto her skirt with the other and Kanan pressed his free hand behind his back.

“Don't dance all night with me,” he asserted, both of them laughing softly as they continued to dance together under the now slowly setting sun.

“Don't keep your hand in mine…” He chuckled as he shook his head while giving her hand a squeeze.

“Your hand feels so grand in mine…” Kanan beamed as he pulled her close again, pressing a gentle kiss on the top of her hand, his gaze looking up at her like she put the clouds and stars in the sky, “People will say we're in love…”

“Ttil the stars fade from above,” He grinned as he made a wide gesture to the sky with his hand before he moved to take both of Hera’s hands into his, pulling her close to him until they were face to face.

“They'll see it's all right with me…” he assured, gently putting his hand under her chin to tilt her head up towards him, his voice low and almost a whisper. To his delight, Hera didn’t pull away; letting him win this round.

With a grin, watching as she leaned up towards him Kanan muttered softly before their lips met in a tender kiss; “People will say we're in love…”

And if they did, if people talked and made claims, Kanan and Hera didn’t care.

They were in love and that was all that mattered.

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mymblesbuir · 11 months

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awake the slow dawn

Fandom: Star Wars: Rebels

Rating: M | No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M | Words: 20,106 | Chapters: 5/5

Relationships: Alexsandr Kallus/Zeb Orrelios, The Ghost Crew & Alexsandr Kallus

Summary:

In which the ex-Agent Kallus works through his issues to become Alex, befriending his old arch-nemeses along the way, only to fall completely in love with one of them…

He never dared even dream of a happy ending for himself, but with the help of his new family, perhaps he can learn to believe he deserves one after all -- and, while it takes them a good few years to get there, Zeb turns out to be more than willing to demonstrate just how much good he thinks Alex deserves.

Tags: Canon Compliant, Canon Character Death, POV Alexsandr Kallus, Alexsandr Kallus Has Issues, Names, Therapy, Recovery, Chronic Pain, Feelings Realization, Sparring, Self-Doubt, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Drinking, Making Out, Cuddling & Snuggling, Implied/Referenced Sex, Pillow Talk, Teasing, Fluff, Lira San, Redemption, Ezra Comes Home, Engagement, Weddings, Lasat Culture & Customs, Poetry, Happy Ending, Ghost Crew Are Family, Time Skips

Finally, my @swbigbang 2023 fic is fully posted! Huge thanks to the organisers and of course to the very talented @laelish who made the art for this, which can be seen [here] as well as in the fic itself :3

Enjoy!

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xxlittle0birdxx · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: Rebels Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alexsandr Kallus/Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios Characters: Alexsandr Kallus, Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios Additional Tags: Post-Episode: s04e15-16 Family Reunion – and Farewell, Post-Star Wars: A New Hope, Rebel Alexsandr Kallus, Difficult Decisions, Rebel Alliance Intelligence (Star Wars), Star Wars Galactic Empire Era, Galactic Empire (Star Wars) Summary:

‘Have you ever done anything that you weren’t proud of in the name of undermining the Empire?’ Zeb only stared at him with blank incomprehension. Of course they had all used methods that wouldn’t pass the smell test as far as honor was concerned. He didn’t particularly like it, but found it necessary evil. Kallus continued to press him. ‘Did you ever question the ethical boundaries of the tactics you’ve used?’

Zeb sat heavily on the edge of the bed. ‘Sometimes,’ he admitted in a low rumble. He had done many things in the Rebellion that felt right in the moment, but in the quiet aftermath, Zeb looked at them askance for the inevitable collateral damage that affected far more people than their initial targets.

#alexander kallus #garazeb orrelios #kalluzeb #kallus x zeb #difficult decisions #planning an assassination #misgivings #kallus and zen during some rare downtime #rebel intelligence #plot bunny scribbled in my notebook one day #star wars rebels #post s04e15-16: family reunion... and farewell #post star wars a new hope #star wars fic #star wars fanfiction #rebels fanfic #rebels fanfiction #rebels fic

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glupblorbo · 2 years

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lmao forgot to post when chapter 4 was posted but here y’all go!

feat.: - flustered murder leia - obi-wan “still needs a raise” kenobi - sabine and her nostalgia except also it may or may not be plot relevant - ezra getting to say the fuck word - very exhausted tristan

@thatsn0m00n is beta-ing this bad boy now and they’re doing a wonderful job so big big thank you to her :)

#small birds where their hearts should be #i'm driving to the point of fear #rebels fic #og trio fic #og trilogy fic #sith leia #sith leia commits Crimes in this one!#there are many names in history but none of them are ours

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welldressedbuthelladepressed · 2 years

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/41895018

wrote some Kanera thingssss 🫠

#kanera #kanan jarrus #hera syndulla #rebels fic #star wars #star wars rebels #writing

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trashy1turtle · 11 months

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Yeah, I'm fine

*Types "«character name> x reader" into tumblr search bar*

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gentlespace · 2 years

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It’s like Poetry, it Rhymes

My art piece for the @star-wars-rebel-minibang for the incredible fic linked above by @ferretrade !!

I was SO happy to receive this fic, there’s something about jedi lineages and the things they pass down that is just so so good!! I can’t recommend reading this piece enough, I have done so many many times now!

Here are the individual drawings too!

#my art #fic rec #mace windu #depa billaba #caleb dume #kanan jarrus #ezra bridger #jacen syndulla #shatterpoint lineage #star wars rebels #Star Wars rebel Big Bang

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pretchatta · 2 years

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Making It Official

When a third organic crewmember joins the Ghost, Kanan wants to make the relationship he and Hera share into something more official. Hera, however, hates the idea. They both deeply love each other but it seems they can't agree in how they want to express that – or can they? A prequel to Faking It Official that was supposed to just explain how Kanan got his tattoos but somehow became...more.

Rating: teen; Kanan Jarrus/Hera Syndulla; 8.9k words (3 chapters)

The wedding fluff is now complete!

#kanera #kanan jarrus #hera syndulla #star wars rebels #rebels fic #riyo chuchi also makes a cameo in the middle #kanan x hera #hera x kanan #star wars: rebels #swr #swr fic #fic #pretchwritta #zeb orrelios #chopper

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stars-n-spice · 2 years

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Rebels Resting

Wrote a really self-indulgent fic of the Ghost Crew (+ Kallus) taking a group nap on a couch. It was supposed to be rather short and just detailing how they were all fitting on this one couch but then,, I complicated things a little.

Anywho, if you want to read some family taking a nap, here you go!

#ghost crew #star wars rebels #sw rebels #rebels #kanera #kalluzeb #garazeb orrelios #alexsandr kallus #ezra bridger #sabine wren #kanan jarrus #hera syndulla #chopper #rebels fic

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emilianadarling · 1 year

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Some of the Imperial propaganda pictures I referenced and used as inspiration for a scene in the latest chapter of my fic ‘only as strong as the warrior next to you’. 😊 (Please do mind the tags.)

All of the images above can be found in “Star Wars Propaganda: A History of Persuasive Art in the Galaxy”. It’s an amazing reference book and I’m really enjoying it!! It also came with 10 free posters included... bonus. 😃🙏 Also, made a rebels equivalent -- check it out!

#star wars #star wars propaganda #propaganda #the galactic empire #darth vader #stormtroopers #dinluke #only as strong as the warrior next to you #is the fic in question #and it's a dinluke fic so #tagging that also #maybe i'll do a rebel version also but for story reasons ofc the imperial propaganda is the kind that the characters are exposed to #star wars propaganda a history of persuasive art in the galaxy

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xxlittle0birdxx · 2 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: Rebels Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alexsandr Kallus/Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios Characters: Alexsandr Kallus, Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios Additional Tags: Post-Star Wars: Return of the Jedi, Planet Lira San (Star Wars), Post-Episode: s04e15-16 Family Reunion – and Farewell, Commitment Series: Part 4 of That Would Be Enough Summary:

Zeb waited for him to complain. To declare that he'd made a mistake. He never said a word, but Zeb wondered if the idea lurked in the back of his head. More than one leader had asked Alexsandr to reconsider before they came to Lira San. They dangled the New Republic's intelligence agency in front of him. He could mold it how he saw fit. It was a tempting offer, but Alexsandr refused, after stammering his appreciation for being considered. And Zeb was afraid to ask if he was the reason Alexsandr sacrificed the opportunity on the altar of Garazeb Orrelios' happiness at the expense of his own.

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heart-of-a-rebel16 · 3 months

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“Zeb?”

The Lasat blinked what little sleep he had found from his eyes.

“Yeah, kid?” he replied. Karabast, the kit had to pick the middle of the night for his big questions. Just when he was about to nod off to boot. “What’s wrong?”

“…can I sleep with you? Just for tonight?”

“Another one of those nightmares?” Zeb asked, more alert now. They’d been happening more and more since his final showdown with the Grand Inquisitor. Call it a blessing or a curse, but Zeb didn’t miss out on the small whimpers Ezra often made in his sleep.

The boy above him hesitated, then mumbled out an affirmative.

“Alright then,” Zeb sighed. “Get down here. Only so many hours to catch a few winks.”

The bunk above him squeaked, then fell silent as a small body slipped next to his. Without a second thought Zeb curled his arm around Ezra, tucking him into the crook of his arm. Most people were small compared to him, but karabast, he felt ginormous next to Ezra’s slip of a frame.

“You doin’ alright, kid?”

“Yeah,” Ezra sighed sleepily, throwing his arm over Zeb’s stomach. “Sorry for bothering you so late.”

“It’s okay,” Zeb replied, and it was the Ashla’s truth. The little loth-rat might annoy him to no end, but he was family now, and there was nothing more important to Zeb than that.

Ezra nodded, then shuffled closer, tossing his leg over Zeb’s. The kid was half on top of him; the contented sigh that came from Ezra killed any protest that could have come out of his mouth.

“Goodnight, Zeb.”

“Night, Ez.”

#star wars rebels #sw rebels #swr #star wars #garazeb orrelios #zeb orrelios #ezra bridger #star wars scribbles #little mini fic to go along with it!#I’m just saying if my older brother was a cat I take advantage of that for cuddles all the damn time

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hotdamnhunnam · 4 months

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On Your Knees

A/N: So as I noted in this teaser thingy, I don’t really intend to be back on tumblr actively, BUT I just couldn’t resist writing for Kai!! This fic will be smutty, while also providing a bit of backstory that I feel he needs and deserves honestly. I fucking love this guy 💗

Pairing: Kai x F!Reader Warnings: smut (p in v, oral), swearing, dom!Kai, dirty talk (but it’s not until Part 2 that shit gets degrading and dark) Word Count: ~3.8k

“On your knees.”

It’s been forever and a day, since you last laid your eyes on Kai. Since then you’ve searched for him across the whole entire fucking sky. Whatever words you had expected him to say… you never would have dreamt of these.

On your knees.

The blood in your veins is on fire; it burns as the blue of his gaze starts to freeze. The blaze rises higher, so desperate to melt down this fortress of ice that you hadn’t believed you would find. Paid the rumors no mind—he’s a bounty hunter or a gun for hire, who would sell his soul to any well-paying buyer, or so everybody agrees—yet you’ve come here to seek out the true heart of gold that you know lies behind. But all gold can be sold and it seems that he’s taken his fees.

And now he’s set on taking whatever he damn well may please.

Your voice escapes your throat pathetically. “Kai, it’s me…”

Cocks his head. Lifts his brow. Silent laughter at what you just said. Obviously. But who you are doesn’t mean shit to him now. “Aye, I see.”

You might just choke. The heart that never once stopped beating for this godforsaken rogue just fucking broke.

He snickers down as if the beating of your heart is just a joke. The curl of those cruel lips holds even more force than his words. And that’s what brings you to your knees and makes you weak, so weak it hurts, as he comes close and rests his palm against your cheek, piercing your soul straight to the core with just one stroke.

Straight to the core. Summon what strength you have to speak, unsure whether the vows that you once made have any value anymore. “I’ve come back to you just as I swore…”

“Of course,” he utters as those ice-blue eyes seek out and strike the deepest truth in yours. “You’ve come to me just as you were before: still nothing but a worthless fucking whore.”

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--- Years Earlier ---

“Impressive.”

You smile over your shoulder as he comes up from behind to wrap his arms tightly around you, in a warm embrace that’s all at once affectionate and aggressive. Passionate and possessive. Just as his touch is every night when he pins you to bed and pounds you.

Kai is wildly impressed to see you standing tall at the helm of this ship where he’s found you. The ship is in shambles and beaten down, long since abandoned here out on the plains past the outskirts of town. Still the grandeur of spacefaring vessels like this never fails to astound you. The freedom that they represent gives you hope that someday you and Kai might escape from this planet that’s bound to the rule of a ruthless imperial crown.

Yet this starship is broken and dead. It feels good to stand here for a bit and pretend you can steer it—steer something for once in your life so that you can cling onto what little is left of your spirit, forge on towards the future instead of just having to fear it… but you know it’s best not to let false hope get to your head.

“You’d make a fetching pilot, love,” Kai purrs into your ear while he plants kisses on the soft skin of your neck. “So fucking hot I think you might stir up the engine of this wreck. Won’t be surprised if you just up and fly it off.”

The laughter on your lips melts into his, as you lean back to taste his kiss. “I wish I could. The two of us would fuck shit up in space so good.”

“Aye, that we would.”

For now Kai is more than content to fuck you up against the window of this spacecraft and you both know that’s exactly what’s in store. Know you were put upon this planet just to serve him as his filthy little whore. On any planet you would always be just that and nothing more.

Through the layers of both of your clothes you can feel the thick length of his shaft, pressed up against your lower half. Desperate hands reach into his pants to set him free and grasp at every perfect inch of him that you exist to worship and adore.

“Impressive,” you echo his words from before.

He chuckles in that playfully suggestive, sinful way that always hits you in the slick heat of your core. The man knows he’s massive. He wields his cock like a damn weapon of war.

But with you it’s a war fought for love and he makes it so pure.

It’s just unfathomable to you that this man is fucking yours.

You’ve only ever been to this small corner of the vast expanse of space, yet when you look upon his face, you have no doubt that he’s the most beautiful man in all the universe.

As ever in his presence you’re tempted to fall on your knees. It’s your favorite position: to kneel before him in submission. To swallow his cock till he fills your throat with his delicious release. Kai knows this but is ever the tease. He knows just what you’re wishing, but holds you up right where you are to prevent you from sinking so he can keep kissing your lips, one hand gripping your hips, while the other roams over the parts of your body that nobody else ever sees.

“K-Kai please…”

“What is it you want?” he sadistically taunts, and then animalistically grunts, as he feels the wetness of your cunt.

You can’t speak, at the touch of his fingers exploring the treasures they seek.

So he feeds you the words. “This big cock in that sweet little mouth of yours?”

“Yes—please, yes…!” you gasp, heightening his desire as well as your own as you handle his hardness with long strokes and squeezes, loving how it throbs in your tightening grasp.

Kai loves making you plead, getting off on the way that you moan for him over and over again. Till he’s ready to finally provide what you need. Ready now then he reckons. A wicked smirk crosses his mouth and it threatens to end you this second. “Indeed. Since you’re beggin’.”

At last then he lets you sink down to the floor, where you instantly bury your face in his crotch and start slobbering madly all over his cock because this is what you fucking live for.

He smells and tastes simply divine. Better than any man fucking should. Smash your nose in the fine golden hairs at the base of his dick and get drunk on his scent like it’s wine… swipe your tongue up the length in a sensuous line…God it’s good. The salt and sweetness and the musk with earthy undertones of wood. You know nothing of what gods exist in this world or the next, other than being certain that Kai is a living breathing god of sex.

His fingers tangle in your hair, pulling you closer into him and holding you right fucking there. It’s heaven when he plows your throat. No other feeling could compare. You reach to clutch at the firm muscles of his ass and meet his blue gaze as you eagerly wait for him to unravel and explode. The twinkle in his eye reminds you that you’re his and that he never wants to share, just as he’s yours and no one else deserves the privilege to take his precious load.

You take it down with your cheeks hollowed, throat contracting tight around him as he groans in utter bliss. Your love for him deepens with every drop you’ve swallowed, since the day when you first met and every day and night that’s followed. Didn’t think it would be possible to love him more than this. To be so cock-drunk and so lovestruck… fuck, it’s glorious.

Your worship of him always takes him somewhere far beyond the stars. So fucking far. He loves the whore you are, just as you love the whore he is. The kind of love that heals as deeply as it scars. You’re only whores for one another which is why the love you make is always pure no matter how dirty it is.

He worships you in turn, that filthy mouth on him a fire-breathing sin. Making you burn. Laying his claim to every last inch of your skin and every fiber of your being deep within. Your impulse is to be down on your knees for him but when the man insists on pleasuring your cunt—because for him your pleasure’s always at the forefront—well of course you just give in.

And then he fucks your cunt to pieces to make sure you won’t ever forget that his sex is the reason you’re living.

You can’t begin to wrap your mind around him being so damn perfect. But you sure as hell can wrap your pussy tight around the war weapon that’s pumping deep inside of you so powerfully erect. Both of you like it good and rough, and soon enough, this stranded spaceship’s not the only thing that’s wrecked.

The vessel tilts a little bit with his last thrust; this ship is huge but so is Kai, and he’s apparently so strong that he just rocked the goddamned deck. That shit is so insanely hot you might just die. Combust. Crumble to dust. As you both come down from the high, your pulse is racing and he traces its pace with his parted lips pressed to your neck.

The two of you remain entwined for hours, as you always do. Whispering sweet nothings that you wish could be true. Let’s just pretend this ship is ours. That the universe is ours. That we’ll fly away, and soar the skies someday, just me and you. But nothing is nothing regardless of how sweet it seems, and you can’t fly away from the fact that the universe bows to formidable powers. To forces that devastate dreams, through and through.

To the powers that be. Powers that crush all hopes of ever being free or being happy.

Kai reads your mind as your thoughts drift to that dark place. Knows that it’s time to tell you what he came to say, when he found you aboard this ship today, before he got distracted and ended up fucking your brains out past the farthest reaches of space. It’s not a message that he’s eager to convey. But it’s an order that you can’t really afford to disobey.

Still he wants you to stay, blue eyes begging you to as he softly caresses your face. Yet he knows on some level that dreams of resistance are silly to chase. That the price of just one slice of heaven is steep and there’ll be hell to pay.

He clears his throat and breathes in deep, wishing the price weren’t so damn steep. “Meant to tell you that he’s been… requesting your presence again.”

You had known to expect this. Chosen to neglect this. As if you could run to some empty abandoned starship to hide from the constant demands of that monster who thinks he’s a god among men.

But you can’t and to even attempt this… is useless and reckless. Though Kai referred to the imperial officer’s order as just a request, it was obviously a command. So you stand, smooth your skirt with a trembling hand—knowing Kai wishes he could hold on to you now and protect what is rightfully his—but your honor is yours to defend. No one else’s. All yours in the end.

He knows this too but wishes he didn’t. He hates this part. Watching you leave is the part when he cages his heart, locking it in a block of cement. “So you’ll just run off to him then?”

All too familiar with his defense mechanisms, you don’t halt your rhythm. The whole fiasco of this moment is always the same with him, despite the fact that he must know this isn’t something either one of you enjoys. So rather than rushing to blame him, or letting the swell of emotions inside you erupt into violence, you cast him a side glance, remind him in silence: it’s not as if I have a choice.

Evidently today the cement is much thicker than usual; the next words off his lips at your lack of response come off particularly cruel. “What, lost your dignity and your voice?”

God, he knows how to hit your inner slut, and make her want to die. To bleed her dry. His name escapes your throat in a defeated sigh. “Kai…”

He hates himself right now more than that monstrous fucking officer or anyone at all. Down to his core. Your knees just buckled and he rushes to catch you before you fall, but he’s so broken now himself that you both end up on the floor, down on your knees. The words he’d just uttered were driven by demons he’s struggling to bury—lately there have been a whole lot of these. Pulls you in close and releases his heart from its stone wall, as he dissolves into a mess of regrets and apologies. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

Inevitably you end up making love, which is the only answer when words aren’t enough. Soft and slow. But it has to end quickly, because you have somewhere to be. Can’t hold on to the afterglow. Leave before tears overflow. Just a few words then you have to go.

You wish Kai could see things from your point of view. He gives you every reassurance that he gets it; his response earlier was impossibly harsh but he clearly regrets it. Still you can’t help but feel as if he’s disappointed in you. Despite how authoritative the Imperium is and the consequences that are sure to ensue if you stand up against it… he sees your obeying the officer’s orders as something you’re making the choice to do.

And that view baffles you because how could you possibly choose to do something that fucking destroys you?

The officer knows all your weaknesses. If you should ever defy him he’d go after Kai, to hit you where he knows it would hurt you the most and you can’t stand to think or to speak of this. You’d rather die. And your fear of that terrible punishment forces your hand; you must heed his command. Without having to spell this shit out you just wish Kai would understand why.

“I understand,” he says, but he can’t meet your pleading gaze. He’s not quite certain whether what he said is true, and surely you would see right through. Instead looks out the spacecraft window at the distant stars that deign to cast their rays upon this conquered stretch of land. It feels like pity and that shit infuriates him in a million fucking ways. “I understand, I do. It just kills me to think of someone else inside you—”

“Kai, I’ve told you time and time again to trust me that he hasn’t…”

“That’s not even what I meant.”

“It’s what you said.”

With worlds of pain behind his plaintive eyes he reaches out to cup your cheek then smooths his thumb across the creases in your forehead. “What I meant is that I just can’t shake this sense that he’s gotten inside your head. To men like that nothing is sacred. He’s attracted to your spirit ‘cause he knows that he can break it. Wants to wait for you to give your body to him though it’s well within his power to just take it. And whatever little honor you’ve got left down to the final fucking shred… he won’t stop till it’s fucking dead.”

His warning chills you to the bone, because you know it to be true. For better or worse you’ve got some defense mechanisms of your own. Just a few. Brush off his touch and clench your jaw and let a little bit of spite sharpen your tone. “So then what would you have me do? Not all of us can be as honorable as you.”

Now his jaw clenches too. So hard that he might be at risk of breaking it. “The choice is yours, of course,” he mutters, eyes flashing an icy shade of blue. “Just know you’re making it. Don’t hide behind the lie your hand was forced.”

At that you turn to leave him with a scoff, throwing a bitter glare that tells him to fuck off.

But just before you disembark, you catch a glimpse of some metallic thing that glimmers in the dark. The mess of clothes that Kai had flung off of his shoulders when he fucked you up against the window, some hours ago… he’d had a gun tucked in among them and the sight of it right now is fucking stark. You have no reason to be shocked about it though.

He wasn’t hiding it from you; the fact that he’s been packing unauthorized arms is something you already knew. That doesn’t mean it’s something you wanted to know. Seeing this fatal metal thing strikes you as such a blunt reminder of what he intends to do. And you know where it’s bound to go.

Where your gaze and your thoughts wander his always follow. “There’s a strategy session set up for tomorrow,” he states in reference to the folks in your town who believe independence is something that any respectable person would die to defend. Even if it means battling forces against which they can’t even try to contend. “May be able to make concrete plans now that we’ve finally got enough guns stashed in our secret cargo. I already know better than to ask whether you’d want to attend. Guess the answer will always be no.”

The two of you have talked about this countless times before. And every time it turns to fucking when you both can’t bear the talking anymore. It’s irresponsible and immature, but in the rosy throes of youth, it seems to you love is the only fucking truth, the only thing you know for sure. The only thing that’s clear and pure. Love keeps you whole so you don’t fall apart from fear of what your hopeless-looking future has in store.

But you’re not that young, and you can’t just fuck away these pressing issues for that long. He can’t just kiss you to prevent the words from falling off your tongue. He knows it too and so you sit and talk for once and hope shit doesn’t go too wrong.

You admire and love him for being so brave and so strong. Tell him so. But that small band of big-hearted rebels is not somewhere you feel you’ll ever belong. He has to let it go.

And you have to let go of your hope that he might change his mind. That he might decide doing what makes sense to simply survive matters more than misguided delusions of honor chasing after some kind of freedom he won’t ever find.

You tenderly caress his face and feel the warmth of his blood rush to meet your hand. It’s all that you can do to pray his precious blood won’t spill someday fighting a war over some worthless stretch of land. This lovely planet is your home but in your eyes it’s all worth nothing without Kai. “I know how fiercely you believe in your brothers, and in your friends. In the rebellion that all of you have planned. What terrifies me is this feeling that it’s fucking doomed to fail and if you die… I can’t fathom anything worse. Of course I know the choice to fight with them is yours, but for my part I’m not as brave as all the others. I can’t bring myself to stand behind this cause when I’m afraid it won’t be worth it in the end. Please understand.”

Kai leans into your touch and turns his face to kiss your palm, cracking a sad smile to fight the tears that otherwise would come. Unshed they shine like stars hiding behind his eyes so blue. “Aye, I do.”

It’s a lie. Lie as big as the sky. But he hides behind it till it might become true, or at least fucking tries to.

At that it’s time for you to go, fearing that you should have done so hours ago. The sheer pressure of fear shatters you; fact is deep down it shatters him too. He just copes with his hopes and fears in a more complicated way.

“I promise I will always come back to you.” These are the same words that you always say, when you leave—words you fiercely believe—to assure him that nothing could keep you away.

When you leave him with those words Kai usually lets you, eventually once he’s done venting all his pent up rage and dealing every card he has to play. But evidently not today. “You wouldn’t have to. If you’d just stay.”

The way his voice trembles with gentleness, with selflessness, as he abandons every one of his defenses… it fucking kills you when he gets this way. It doesn’t happen often, and it always makes your heart open and soften. “That’s true. Maybe I can keep him waiting just one day…”

His eyes go wide, unable to believe that this is something you would actually decide. It makes him love you even more and suddenly he’s shy and blushing as if he thinks he’s unworthy of the privilege of your touch. “Or just one hour or one minute for I ought to know I shouldn’t ask too much—”

You shut him up with your forefinger pressed against his luscious lip. Provocatively bite your own to make it known that you want him to spend all day fucking you up against this ship.

Last time he did it shook the whole entire deck; maybe this time the sex will be so fucking hot that it’ll set fire to this wreck. Wouldn’t put anything past Kai. It’d be a perfect way to die.

Slamming your back against the window of this wrecked dreadnought, he effortlessly reads your every thought—goddamn that thought just now was a particularly bold one—and from his wicked smirk it’s plain to see that he agrees it would be perfect and insanely fucking hot. “You might want to hold on.”

And you do, clinging closely to him like the sky clings to stars at the coming of dawn. In the bright glare of day they’ll no longer shine through. But that won’t mean they’re gone.

Here tonight, and even if they’re out of sight, come morning light… all the stars in his eyes shine for you. With those stars guiding you, you’ll hold on.

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… To be continued in Part 2!

The plan is for Part 2 to explore more of the earlier timeline and also carry forward the opening scene of course, which is when dark degrading dom!Kai will be out in full force 🔥

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starwarsalltypesoflove · 4 months

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SW - ALL TYPES OF LOVE WEEK

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Star Wars: All Types of Love week is a fandom event of fancreations, lasting a week, that celebrates love in its many forms! Since we celebrate romantic love and familial love often, we thought it might be time to give an opportunity for other kinds of love to shine!

Inspired by the Ancient Greek Philosophers and their seven kinds of love, we aim to showcase those different, less celebrated loves. Rooting for the little guys!

HOW TO PARTICIPATE

No sign-up, nothing. Just create!!!

Post during the appropriate week and you’re good!

We welcome any kind of creation, as long as it is truly yours. Even old posts being reblogged is fine! Old creations deserve as much love as new ones.

Fanfics, fanarts, moodboards, fanvids, fancomics, banners, playlists… An epic fic or a 100 word drabble, an amazing painting or a stick figures funny scene- we love it all!!

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Post under the tag SWATOLW during the week the event is running. Add the tag of the type of love you are representing.

Be sure to @ us so we can appreciate what you’ve made and put it in the round-up!

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Star Wars characters, places, animals, games… Be it from the movies, the novels, the comics, the shows like The Clone Wars, The Mandalorian, Andor or even your own OC, the important parts are:

It must be from the Star Wars fandom

It must be about Love and that love must be not romantic or familial

To get a better idea of what we mean by that, you can read more about the seven types of love here. In short, we want to give a chance to shine to:

Love of Friends #philia

Love of Strangers #agape

Love of Partners #pragma

Love of Players #ludus

Love of Self #philautia

You can post about any of these, at any time of the week. There isn’t a day assigned to each type. The point is to create without pressure and celebrate all the types of love we don’t often focus on! The more of these you depict, the more we will love you for it!

QUESTIONS

“I love my two clones who are bffs, but they are clones. Does their love count as familial?”

Well, the truth rather depends on your point of view how you present it.

Pairs like Fives and Echo, and Rex and Cody, are usually understood in canon and fandom to be family. They can be friends too, but we’d prefer to focus on other pairs for this event. Post another time. We’re sure people will love it.

Alpha-17 and Cody have a cross-generational friendship? As long as the way their relationship is described/shown isn’t the dynamic of big brother & younger brother, or father figure & son figure, it’s good!

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No. I’m sorry, but it does not. We consider clan to be the SW equivalent of immediate family, a close circle, so it’s not the right event for this. But it does work if they are just from the same house or faction!

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You can show any characters (two, three, four…) having a relationship that is sexual and based on love. As long as that love is not romantic.

If what moves your Jedi is the sense of purpose found in duty, the common love for the Light and the wider galaxy, the playfulness and affection shared between bed partners, these feelings can be as big as the moon, and it is still fine!

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Feelings can be enormous and serious and important and still not be romantic or familial.

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We know people are a bit tired from the holidays and that Valentine’s Day is a period often rich with events, which is why we put these conditions so it can be as low-pressure as possible. The point is to rejoice in all the breadth and the richness of the human sentient experience of love. In the love of Star Wars. And in the love of this community.

Be civil and show goodwill to participants and spectators. Be kind. YKINMKATO. Go crazy! Be creative! Have fun!

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