#same goes for Sabine

[a-flaming-idiot]

Akumatized Villain: Threatens the bakery and Marinette Tom DuPAIN:

[peachyhoolagan]

I can’t even put it into words how much of a girls girl ezra is. Like he is ONE OF THE GIRLS

[belong2human-kind]

As much as a sabezra shipper, I could NEVER hate wolfren. And how could I??? When my best friend is simping for those girls so hard she is actually obsessed in love with both Sabine (and Natasha Liu) and Shin, actually specifically Shin (Ivana too)???

@luvshannie love watching my bestie being thirsty trapped by badass woman

[goatlilly]

Lady Luck

Okay, so my adults-as-heroes AU has a name now—tales of Lady Luck and Matagot, or the Lady Luck AU, for short. Here’s our Heroine—Sabine Dupain Cheng, also known as Lady Luck! (Btw, this is for the same AU that Violeon and Foulette come from.) Mysterious Villain attacks are befalling Paris, and it’s up to Lady Luck to save everyone. With some help, of course, but I haven’t drawn Mattagot yet, so his blurb comes later. Fu chooses Sabine as the Ladybug holder after he sees her saying goodbye to Marinette as she leaves for her first day of school. He has a feeling about Sabine, so he goes in to buy some bread, then purposefully falls on his way out the door. Of course, Sabine goes above and beyond helping him, even going so far as to offer him assistance getting home. So yeah. I like her. I imagine she’d be an amazing superhero, and I always wanted to draw her as one, so this is my excuse. Not that I need one, but if you’re gonna do it, why not AU it, right? Aaaaaaanyways. Here’s a rough sketch of her from the back:

I didn’t color it in though, because art supplies are expensive…. And it would have taken ages.

[jessicas-pi]

OK OK so yeah, we all know how much opportunity for hilarity there is with an Obitine-style year-on-the-run No Order 66 AU for Sabezra. But have you considered the potential for an Obitine-style No Order 66 AU for Sabezra where the year-on-the-run was fifteen years ago and Ezra is now sent on a diplomatic mission to Mandalore, complete with a Skywalker tagalong of his own?

Hear me out on this.

The Skywalker, of course, is Luke. Luke and Ezra have been friends for ages. Luke was there for Ezra's phase of being tragically sad about missing Sabine. He knows they've got history. And, like his father before him, Luke has concluded that the real goal of the mission is actually to get his old buddy back together with his mandalorian gf.

Ezra is very aware of this. He just knows that Luke going along was Anakin's idea. (It's a miracle the guy's still on the Council. He's spent three decades doing nothing but incite all kinds of shenanigans. This is only the latest incident in a long list of mischief.)

Regardless, this is going to be awkward.

So, Ezra is mentally preparing himself for all kinds of potentialities as to how this reunion could go. As it turns out, it goes unexpectedly well—Luke's winking and eyebrow wiggles aside, that is.

And despite the initial awkwardness, Ezra decides it's nice to see Sabine again. She's changed; of course she has. She's a decade and a half older. She's inherited leadership of her clan, adopted a kid, and even recently been elected as the current ruler of Mandalore. But underneath it all, she's the same old Sabine, who told him about the constellations of the Mandalore sky and pestered him until he showed her the basics of lightsaber combat.

Sabine is equally happy to see Ezra again. He's changed; of course he has. He's been knighted and he has a different lightsaber—and also a beard, which is kinda hot but whatever—and he carries himself with a confidence he seemed to lack as a Padawan. But underneath it all, he's the same old Ezra, and all day, she fights the urge to smile at him in a way that nobody could misunderstand.

The Jedi are invited to a formal dinner that night, where Sabine introduces them to her adopted daughter and heir, a 14-year-old girl with an excess of attitude. She's not fond of Jedi. She tells Ezra so, to his face.

She's very opinionated.

Opinionated and full of attitude and sassy and fourteen and dark-haired and blue-eyed and Luke has just come up with a very interesting theory—

[angelltheninth]

How would star wars character relax their S/O?

A Star Wars request, lets go! Miss writing for this fandom.

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker, Luke Skywalker, Ben "Kylo Ren" Solo, Rey, Leia Organa, Han Solo, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Din Djarin, Sabine Wren, Shin Hati x Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, relaxation, cuddles, kissing, literal sleeping together

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A/N: Feel particularly sleepy today. The weather sucks. I need cuddles from my favorite characters.

ANAKIN

Pulls you into bed with him and doesn't let you do anything work related for the rest of the day. Don't even think about anything work related when you're spending time with him, he is your beacon for a stress-free zone. He kisses your forehead while you cuddle, his hands pressing into your tense muscles. Considers it a great achievement when you fall asleep in his arms like that.

LUKE

Invites you to a meditation session with him. Might sounds silly but it really helps relax both the mind and the body, clear your thoughts, let go off all the stressful things of the day. His hands reach for yours, constantly rubbing his thumbs over the back of your hands to help you relax further. If you can't relax he will talk you through it, giving you his words of affection to focus on.

BEN

Oh he is not the best at relaxing, in fact he might be one of the worst people in the galaxy for that. But if there's anything he can be proud of is that he really does try to help you de-stress. It's a little aggressive still, he wants to be close to you, give you a few little kisses but passion soon takes over. And while that can help you relax in certain ways you'd much prefer a simple cuddle session.

REY

You tell her she should take care of herself as much as she's taking care of you. This confuses how her. How will this help you relax? Well, if she isn't freaking out about you all the time and how much she has to work to give you the things you want then you would both be able to relax together, which would also mean more quality time spent together.

LEIA

Tells you to get as comfortable as you can be because she's gonna give you the best massage you've ever had in your life. She hadn't given many but she did get a lot of massages growing up. It's the perks of being royalty and she's confident she can help you relax the same way. She goes a little too hard on the knots in your shoulders but eventually she does hear you sigh in relief.

HAN

Will take your mind off anything stressful by telling about the latest heist offer he got. Yeah, the job is pretty reckless, but it sounds fun. He won't really go on this specific heist mind you, the pay is too low for someone of his caliber, but he's telling you how it could go, making you laugh by doing so. Making you laugh is all the reward he needs at the end of the day.

OBI-WAN

Has a whole relaxing evening planned out perfectly by the time you get home, no detail will escape him. It's almost too perfectly planned, so much so that he puts all that pressure on himself but hopes his charming smile is enough to distract from that. Won't put that pressure on you, he only wants you to relax and let him do things for you for a change. You deserve to relax after a long day of work.

DIN

The man is a great listener and cuddler and he will use both of those skill sets to help you unwind. Whatever you need to say to get things off your chest you can say it to him, and he will do his best to take care of the problem. Not necessary by going in and taking care of the problem personally, but just offering advice. But if his personal intervention is necessary he will go in and clean up the mess.

SABINE

Latches onto you whenever she can. She acts like she's a sponge that will absorb all of your stress, she will soak it up and help it melt away. Every time she notices you're feeling stressed, or pent up or sad there's a hug waiting for you, big or small it hardly matters to her how long you want her to hug you. It's important that you know she's there for you whenever you need her.

SHIN

Isn't good at giving advice or dealing with stress. She's not someone who considers herself a stressed person so the feeling is unfamiliar to her, she doesn't know how to help you. That being said she will at least listen, really listen to what you have to say and the reasons why you're stressed. At the end all she can offer you is her closeness, her presence there, but even that is enough.

[theseinfernalangels]

Two Steps Behind - Brennan Sorrengail

Synopsis: When a mission goes awry, you don’t expect anyone to come back for you. That is, until, your lover becomes as deadly as a destroying angel.

Includes: CW for explicit torture and slight gore, Brennan being hot as fuck, mated dragons, new lieutenants!Brennan and Sabine, typical violence, gryphons, and all that fun stuff. Takes place years before Fourth Wing.

Your body goes limp. Whoever came up with the idea of ambushing the fliers from the ground is getting chewed out later, if you survive this.

It wasn’t intentional — the squad you and Brennan had been assigned to was skilled, and no one would risk another rider in a mission so critical. But, no. All it had taken was a stupid garrote wire and a sleeping signet, and you’d been taken from everyone, including your dragon. If Sciath isn’t tearing someone apart in fury, then she must be on the hunt…You hope.

Brennan wouldn’t leave you here, right? You struggle to shift into a more comfortable position  — if that’s even possible, given the fact that you were chained to a wall. The bitter heat stings your bruised and scarred arms, and where you’d normally welcome it, it makes you want to curl into a ball and hide. The heat here does not come from the safety of your dragon — it means to maim and kill you, even if they do it slowly.

You groan quietly, shifting as you try to see what could be going on around you. Those bastards kept you in the dark on purpose, you’re sure, so that you don’t know when they’re coming or what could be happening other than their torture. Fucked up, but smart. You curse the practice, but if the roles were reversed, you know you’d be doing the same.

That’s why you don’t expect it when a flash of brown leather appears before you — but you don’t recoil. You’d rather be killed in action than show a fucking gryphon flier that you’re nervous.

The flier, a man with long, sandy blond hair, stares down at you with a cold smile. You don’t recognize him; they must be sending different people to interrogate you so you can’t string them along.

“Well,” he drawls, looking at you like a big under a microscope. “How the mighty have fallen. How does a dragon rider fare when she’s not in the sky?”

Your lip curls, but you don’t dignify his words with a response. You can’t even wield right now — maybe the chains are enchanted — so there’s no way of protecting yourself here.

The flier’s lips dip into a mocking pout. “What? Cat got your tongue? I thought you’d have more bite than that.”

Still no reply. Instead, you just hold his gaze with the most even look you can muster. It’s probably a futile effort; you definitely look like a fool, staring up at your captor murderously while being chained, but at least you won’t die a coward.

You can’t die. If you die, then Brennan dies, too. You can’t be the one to break the connection.

The man sighs. “Oh, well. They warned me you’d be a challenge. Something tells me that a knife won’t do much to intimidate you, yeah?”

True. In the — what, three days? — you’ve been here, you’ve been stabbed at least thrice a day. You still haven’t broken. You refuse to.

He chuckles. “That’s fine. You can use more than weaponry to make someone talk.” He crouches to meet your eyes and takes your chin between his fingers. You fight the urge to jerk away. No touch, no matter how gentle, would be welcome to you. Not unless it was Brennan, but given the protocol for prisoners, you’re not even sure if he’ll be allowed to come find you.

“Now,” he purrs, “we’ll try this the easy way first. I ask questions, and you answer. Sound like a plan?”

Silence.

He releases your chin. If you had the use of your hands, you’d scrub the touch right off. “No one’s been able to get you to say anything at all. Why is that? To protect yourself and your little mate?”

Instantly, you still, carefully regulating the look on your face so as not to give away your surprise. How did he know about you and Brennan? Fliers weren’t privy to rider information, unless they were in the service for a long time.

“Ah,” he says with a grin. “Got you there, huh? Everyone knows about you two — the major’s daughter and the general’s son with dragon mates. It’s sweet. Real sweet.” He pauses. “Too bad he’ll never be able to find you.”

Oh, gods. I hope he’s wrong.

“And I bet your mother won’t be too thrilled when your body is dumped on her outpost door,” he continues, tracing a finger down your temple. “But enough of that. Where and when is the next patrol of riders coming through the bypass?”

The answer is obvious enough to you — in two days time, around six in evening. You won’t break it to him, though; not when the fliers would most definitely use that information to ambush your comrades, one of which is your literal husband. They could never make you sell him out. Never.

“Nothing?” He tilts his head. “Damn. And here I thought we could be agreeable.” Your blood runs cold as a sick, sadistic grin spreads across his face. “Good thing I’m the one who’s allowed to actually kill you.”

A flurry of panic spears through you, but it’s nothing compared to the dread that rises when you feel your shackled wrists start to throb. Could he manipulate blood? Was he about to make your skin burst? Can he slow your pulse close enough to make it hurt?

Your answer comes not from your body, but from the metal chain that starts steaming by your head. No, he doesn’t manipulate bodily functions. He’s a metallurgist — and he’s about to fucking melt your skin off. Instantly, that little voice in your head starts screaming — screaming for Sciath, Brennan, or even Marbh to come and fucking get you. It doesn’t matter, though. None of them can hear you, as you’ve figured out since being locked away.

“And now she knows,” the flier coos mockingly, tracing along your features with terrifying delight. “So, why don’t we try that again? Where and when is the next patrol of riders coming through the bypass?”

Despite both yourself and logic, you still remain silent, glaring up at him challengingly. If he wants answers, he’ll have to pry them out of your mouth with broken fingers.

A bolt of shock shoots through you when the heat makes its way to the manacles around your wrist, pressing a searing pain into your wrists. You suck in a quiet breath, but no words leave you. And, unfortunately for you, that must please the flier, because as soon as the moment drags on for a second longer, the pain turns searing, filling your body with heat, heat, heat.

A choked curse works its way up your throat, barely suppressed by your own self-control and RSC experience. It’s loosed, though, when the fire becomes unbearable, and it’s clear to you that the metal might get close to its melting point in a short amount of time.

“She finally speaks,” the flier says gleefully, stroking one of the boiling chains with his gloved index finger. “Not quite what I’m looking for, though.”

Oh, gods. You don’t even know what god to pray to in your haze of pain and fear. Amari, that someone from your post may value enough to rescue you…or Malek, to take you swiftly in exchange for keeping Brennan and your dragons alive. Either would suffice right about now.

Maybe the temperature rises, or maybe your head is so messed up that it’s giving into habit. You can’t help it when you let out a startled gasp, or when it escalates into a full on shriek. The scorching heat of the metal is worse than getting punched, worse than feeling blades pass through your skin, and even worse than when Sciath marked you with her razor-sharp claws during Threshing. It takes everything in you not to retch and vomit, but you can’t hold your body back from writhing in agony. 

The burning turns to pure torment, but it’s not answers that leave you — it’s pure, unfiltered screaming. It’s not secret to you now that you’re past interrogation now. No, he wants to kill you, he’s excited to kill you, and you probably have a good two or three minutes, at the very most, before you end up dead on the floor. How long has it been since he started? Five minutes? Ten? Thirty, even? You can’t tell.

Tears stream down your face as you surrender your jerking body to the cold ground below you, desperate for anything that isn’t heat against your skin. Your back arches against the stone, and it’s unclear if the “Please, please, please”��that echoes through you is said aloud or mentally. You’re far above begging for you life — but, then again, you haven’t been this close to death since Basgiath.

Maybe it’s not begging for your life, though. Rather, it’s begging for death; a sweet, cold, merciful death that spares your squad from any grief or suffering. Your throat is raw from the force of your pained sobbing, but at least it’s the only thing you can hear, at least you’re staring up at a ceiling of nothing but stone and blood, as you wait for yourself to fade from consciousness.

Wait. Blood?

Your head jerks to the side just in time to see the flier being flung across the dark room, which has been lightened by an opened entrance to your right. You hear faint grunting and cursing past the ringing in your ears, but that’s nothing compared to the cold threat in that beautifully familiar voice that fills the air.

“The next time one of you fucks dares to lay a hand on my wife again, I will reduce the entirety of Poromiel to waste and ash. Remember that when you meet Malek, bastard.”

A startled gasp chokes the air out of you at the same time as bones crunch — a snapping neck.

Your voice is weak, rough and faint from enduring your torment, but when it’s his name on your tongue, it feels sweeter than honey.

“Bren?”

Sure enough, a familiar head of russet waves peers over you and drops to the ground, taking your head into his lap.

“Angel,” he breathes, pressing a soothing kiss to your forehead. “Don’t look. I’ll make it better.”

You blink stray tears from your eyes and flinch hard at the first brush of his fingers against the burnt skin of your wrists, but a quiet hushing noise followed by a little glow from his fingers calms you instantly.  

“Easy,” he murmurs, the pain being muffled to a slight ache in no less than a few seconds. “You’re okay now. They won’t hurt you again.”

You swallow against the nausea that throws you in a loop before you let out a shaky breath. “I couldn’t feel you. I couldn’t fucking feel you—“

“I know.” A hand leaves yours to gently wipe at your dampened cheeks. “I couldn’t, either. Sciath did, though, and directed us here.”

“Us?” You glance out the opened entrance. There are shadows moving, but none of them are discernable to you.

“About a quarter of the riders.” He smiles. “Sciath made a pretty convincing case to Major Irie, and she allowed a rescue party.”

You go limp with relief. Your dragon could feel you. Maybe it wasn’t mutual, but that doesn’t matter now. What matters is that you’re alive, and so is Brennan, and Sciath, and Marbh. You lived. 

“It is more than mutual, actually.”

You sob in relief at the familiar, feminine rumble that creeps into your mind. Sciath. You close your eyes, and, yes — that bond of midnight blue glows as clear as day within you, right next to Brennan’s amber and Marbh’s bright orange. 

 Sweat forms on Brennan’s brow line as he continues to mend your scarred wrists, but judging by the shouts coming from outside, you must be pressed for time. He nods, sharing the thought. “We need to get moving.” 

With some straining and difficulty, you finally stand on shaky legs, not having used them for a few days. Brennan slings one arm around your waist and hoists one of yours around his shoulders, easily bearing your weight as you move out of the chamber. It’s a blur, walking out of the compound, but Brennan makes up for it by talking you through it.

“I don’t think I’ve ever prayed so hard in my life.”

“Sciath almost tore the entire outpost down, she was so pissed.”

“Fuck, angel. I’m never letting you out of my sight again.”

“You think you can climb into your seat? Marbh would be fine with a second rider.”

“I’ll be okay,” you finally reply, resting your head by his shoulder. “I don’t think she’ll mind getting lower for me.”

Sure enough, the lithe blue dragon appears ahead of you, quick as the wind. Her silvery eyes trace your figure before she lowers her head to lay before you.

“I am so sorry, Saintly One,” she whispers, eyes full of sorrow. “This should never have happened to you.”

“Not your fault,” you rasp, shaking your head. “I made a mistake, and I’ve paid the price. I just want to go home, honestly.”

“Home?” Brennan glances down at you with a frown. “Tyrrendor is miles from here.”

A smirk makes your lips twitch a little. “My home is wherever you are,” you tell him. “Preferably, when we’re alone.”

The look on his face is almost laughable, with a deep blush tinting his ears red, but he recovers the moment by clearing his throat. “Let’s go.”

With Brennan’s help, you slowly ease up into your seat and don’t protest when you feel Sciath wrapping those little magic bands over your hips. “For extra protection,” she frets. “I will not lose you again.”

You just let it happen. No use in arguing with a fussy, protective dragon.

The flight back to your outpost is a stunning contrast to what had happened just barely an hour before. The sunset splits the sky and divides it into pinks and oranges that sit pleasantly against your skin. The warmth makes you frown — after today, you’d prefer anything that wasn’t heat — but you don’t dare to complain. You’ll take anything over torture now.

“You’re quiet,” Brennan observes from where he perched on Marbh, just ten feet away. “Are you alright, angel?”

You hum. “I will be, once I’m back in my own bed. I cannot recommend stone floors.”

You feel a twinge of annoyance flash down the amber bond. “Too soon. We almost lost you tonight.”

Instinctually, you glance down at your wrists. Luckily for you, Brennan is incredibly talented and repaired most of the damage. However, there are still scars around your wrists — both from the chains and the scorching metal. You bite your lip and wrench your eyes away, choosing to focus on the sky ahead instead.

“You didn’t hear me, did you?”

He’s silent for a moment. “What do you mean?”

Question answered. “Never mind, then.”

Brennan looks your way and tilts his head. “You called for me.”

There’s no way of denying it, but that doesn’t make it feel any less pathetic. You avert your eyes and trace idle circles on one of Sciath’s scales, earning you a growl of appreciation.

“Look at me.”

It’s not a question. You lift your head and meet his eyes, his irises fiery in the dying sunlight.

“Something was blocking the bond.”

“I know,” you murmur.

“There is no universe where I would leave you behind, especially if I could hear you. That’s absolutely unfathomable.”

You nod, allowing his words to dwell in your senses and drown everything else out. Absolutely unfathomable. Not even an option. No possibility. Inconceivable. Brennan would have found you at some point in any timeline, even though logic had forced you to question it earlier.

“That is no fault of yours,” Sciath interjects softly. “It was a natural reaction. Your mate looked like he was going to tear the outpost in half, though.”

You scoff quietly, shaking your head. “He wouldn’t.”

“I would,” comes Brennan’s firm reply. “Again and again, I would. Fly to the stars or sink to the sea, and I’ll be two steps behind.”

It’s not unusual for such raw confessions from Brennan, but they never fail to make your heart twist so hard that he can feel it in him, too.

“I love you.”

“Thoroughly and utterly, angel. I love you, too.”

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[tyquu]

Ah I remember my question now!! Since Ezra is a growing boy, how does that impact his prosthetic use? I'm assuming they can't just go get him refitted like normal... do they help him resize? Do they build new parts? Or help him find some?

Hiii!! :D) So I doodled out my thoughts as I pondered this question but my handwriting is ass so… I’m also gonna write a little summary too!

Ezra's first Prosthetic was given to him by the same people who performed the amputation on his leg in the first place. Some concerned Lothali citizens who couldn't bare to watch him hop around on his severely infected leg any longer. 12 year old Ezra was pretty pissed about it though (understandably). It didn't help that his first prosthetic was old as balls and awful to walk on.

Thankfully, using bits n bobs he'd collected out on the streets, Ezra was able to tighten the loose hinges at the joints and modify the top to fit better. Alas, he ended up loosing this leg after bopping Kallus over the head with it pretty early on into joining the spectres.

Hera set him up with a pair of crutches and then devoted herself to finding him a replacement. She was determined to find something that was better than his last prosthetic and thought she'd struck gold when she figured out Vizago had one sitting in storage. She haggled hard but eventually managed to pocket the rarity, and delivered it back to Ezra. Sabine helped modify it fit to properly, and to Ezra's delight he discovered that the hinges on this leg were motion activated, and could pack an even better punch (or kick) than his previous one.

Ezra hadn't really manage to curb his habit of using his leg as a weapon on occasion, and during such an incident ended up losing leg 2 (much to Hera's despair). Thankfully, Sabine had helped Ezra do enough maintenance on his last two legs that she was confident she could fix up some similar prototypes using her engineering skills. The spectres all contributed to a scrap box that would be used to build replacement legs whenever Ezra ended up losing or outgrowing one. All of them were very dedicated to scouting out parts for him and happy to help with maintenance.

At some point the rebellion had gotten large enough to start having a more organised healthcare system, and Ezra was offered a spot on the surgery waitlist for cybernetics. Ezra was initially hesitant, however, post the incident on Malachor he eventually agreed.

The cybernetic, although not the most advanced for it's time, is connected to his nerves giving him full mobility over the prosthetic. However, it came with it's own new quirks that took some getting used to. Detaching and Reattaching the cybernetic takes between 2-5 minutes to do, and often requires tools to help, rendering it no longer an option as a spontaneous mid battle weapon. As a result there was no longer need for him to cut holes in the left leg of his trousers either.

Ezra doesn't sleep with the cybernetic (same as one wouldn't with a prosthetic) cause it would be hella uncomfortable. On lazy days, he often goes without it, opting to use crutches around base instead. The cybernetic is waterproof, however, in both snow and sand it can sometimes become clogged and stiff, and may need extra maintenance after the mission is complete. The ghost crew is always willing to help pitch in with their engineering expertise (mainly Hera, Sabine and Chopper) or spare part gathering.

Anywho,,, yeah. I hope that sort of answers that question?? I'm not 100% familiar with how prosthetics and cybernetics work in the Star Wars universe so forgive me if some of this info doesn't check out. ( also if u see a spelling mistake,,, no u don't)

[causetheturtle]

I’ve been trying to figure out why Andor’s surprise-baby-epilogue annoys me so much more than Rebels’ - maybe it’s because I was a lot younger when Rebels came out and didn’t notice these tropes as easily, maybe it’s that I was a lot more invested in Kanan and Hera’s relationship than I was in Bix and Cassian’s, maybe I just had higher expectations for Andor. Maybe it’s something as small as the fact that Bix and Cassian’s baby doesn’t even have a name, making it feel like there was such a lack of care or thought put in. It’s probably a mix of lots of things but I think mostly it’s because Jacen does not take Hera out of the narrative in the same way that Bix’s baby does.

Hera is an active player throughout all of Rebels and she’s an important part of the team - not just that, she’s the LEADER of her team and the glue that holds them together. In Rogue One we hear Hera’s name being called and see the Ghost at the Battle of Scarif. We’re told in the epilogue that she fought in the battle of Endor. There’s definitely an argument to be made that Jacen was used to keep Hera from going with Sabine and Ahsoka but even then she’s not disappeared from the show entirely - we still see her and she’s still an active player in the story.

Whereas Bix spends the entire season being pushed to the side and kept out of the action. After episode 6 she shows an active interest in the Rebellion, but then she only really gets one moment when she girlbosses and joins in and then she just… doesn’t do anything again and goes back to staying home. We never see her use her skills as a mechanic to help the Rebellion, we never see her talking to other rebels (outside of a handful of scenes with Wilmon and one scene with Vel), we never even see her on the actual Yavin base - she’s always just in her and Cassian’s house. But we’re told she’s invested in the Rebellion and wants to be part of it, more than Cassian does. So when Cassian makes the decision that he’s done with the Rebellion and wants to leave, while Bix wants to stay, she makes the only decision that she can… SHE’LL leave, forcing Cassian to stay, despite the fact that, again, she’s the one who wanted to stay with the Rebellion while Cassian’s the one who wanted to leave! AND THEN after completely disappearing for the last arc of the show she turns up in the very last scene with a baby, letting us know that THIS was the real reason she left.

That’s the real issue I have with Bix’s ending - that after an entire season of being sidelined, having no real exploration of her trauma and issues, she’s written out in the most cliche way possible. Her greatest addition to the story is carrying on the male main character’s lineage, providing a sense of “hope” at the expense of her character and story.

The baby itself isn’t the issue - it’s the cherry on top.

[pretty-mik-97]

Daminette Déjà Vu: The Same Story, Over and Over

I'll be honest, when I found out that people shipped Damian Wayne (DC comics) with Marinette Dupain Cheng (Miraculous Ladybug) I was like: Why the hell would people put these two together?

Like canonically speaking, Damian Wayne is the LAST person Marinette would ever date. Baby girl don't like dudes who are rude and condescending, and that's basically Damian.

As for Damian? He'd probably be mostly annoyed by her.

So, in theory, this ship doesn't make sense since both of these two's personalities clash.

However

I was willing to give it a chance and let the fanfiction writers cook with this ship. I've read some ships that canonically don't make sense, but the fanfic writers made it work, and it made me like the ship.

So surely I was going to find some good Daminette fanfics thar actually made this ship work right?

.... kind of. There are some good Daminette fanfics that I've read, but there was one teeny tiny issue I had with them.

It's basically the same plot.

No, seriously. Reading A Daminette fanfiction on Wattpad and AO3 felt I was reading the same plot over and over again.

Here's your standard Daminette fanfiction:

Lila has successfully turned the entire school against Marinette by framing Marinette as the bad guy, and now she's getting bullied.

Alya is Lila's new best friend who absolutely hates Marinette's guts.

The whole class either goes to Gotham City for a school field trip where they meet the Wayne family, or Damian gets transferred to Paris.

Lila lies about having met the Waynes and either previously dated Damian or that Damian has a crush on her.

Marinette is somehow connected to the Wayne family or is related to a DC character (I actually read a fanfic where Marinette is Lady Shiva's niece. Sabine is Lady Shiva's sister and was previously part of the league of assassins.)

Damian becomes the knight in shining armour and the person to expose Lila's lies and humiliates her.

Obviously there's some miraculous/akuma and DC Young Justice and Teen Titans stuff going on but that's generally the what I've seen from damn near EVERY Daminette fanfic I've encountered and read.

Well, except one. It's called Darkest Night, Bluest Stars and it's written by my best friend. It's on Wattpad and AO3. It's pretty good.

It's like people are just recycling the same trope over and over, but don't even bother to be creative or play around with it at least a little. And I ain't gonna lie, it gets kinda boring seeing and reading the same trope for this ship over and over again.

Like is the only thing Daminette is good for is to be an outlet for writers and readers to have this one character/plot device who can actually expose Lila and just happens to come from a rich and elite family and has the power and influence to do so?

Like I see some potential for this ship.

We can go for

Enemies to lovers where Ladybug and Robin are forced to work together because they share a common enemy.

Forced proximity/reluctant allies where Robin is forced on a mission to Paris and has to work with Ladybug instead of riding solo.

You want some non hero AUs? I gotchu

Academic rivals to lovers

Blind Date

Fake Dating

Arranged Marriage/Business Partners

Opposites Attract

Like give us something with this ship that does not involve the Bullied Marinette and Saviour Damian trope, please, and thank you.

[friends-w-ghosts]

(My Take On) Locke & Edgar’s Friendship

I honestly love Locke and Edgar’s friendship so much and I think both of them would be entirely different people even if at the beginning of the game if they hadn’t met each other.

I definitely didn’t touch on everything I’ve ever thought about them (and absolutely talked more about Edgar than Locke), but definitely enough that this is long. You’ve been warned!

I. Their Dynamic in General

Edgar is so emotionally protective of Sabin and was also arguably parentified to some degree (or at least absolutely forced to grow up far too fast and took it upon himself to keep Sabin safe). It’s also safe to assume Sabin was his only real friend, at least of note, and once Sabin went to train with Duncan full-time he was left to take on a huge responsibility completely alone. Even if he did try to make friends his status would make it really really difficult if not impossible to make genuine connections.

But Locke could not care less about Edgar’s status and I doubt he ever did. The only time he cares is when he’s talking about himself and can basically be like “cool that I’m friends with a king, huh? Didn’t expect that did you??” and even then Locke is constantly trying to make a point to show how he goes against expectations (aka constantly prove he isn’t just some thief) so it’s more a point about himself than it is about Edgar.

Because most of Edgar’s social experience comes from political exchanges, he’s all about façades and presenting himself just the right way so that he can get the results he needs. He’s very strategic about everything, and a lot of how he presents himself is not the entire truth. So Edgar spent his whole life always having someone to save, protect, or otherwise have put their faith in him. That is, until Locke.

Edgar has no obligation to protect Locke from anything. They’re not related, and Locke isn’t from Figaro. He’s also already able to fight, and doesn’t see Edgar as someone he has to win over for political reasons. (The Returners seemingly being more of a mutual support/project they’re both a part of rather than something Locke is trying to convince Edgar to be a part of).

I personally think that had Locke and Edgar not become friends, then Edgar would be a lot less sociable than he is. He would have had little to no non-political social interactions in ten years and I think without someone to be himself around it would’ve been a lot easier for him to lose his sense of self beneath the strain of upholding the image of king.

Locke is a person who Edgar can afford to really just be human around in a way he can’t (or doesn’t let himself) with even Sabin. He can be petty, they can make fun of each other, etc and it doesn’t have to mean anything other than that they’re comfortable around each other.

(I’ll definitely write more about this another time, but Edgar’s protectiveness of Sabin keeps him from connecting as honestly as they could otherwise and it’s, imo, something that has been imposed on them since childhood. He wants Sabin to be happy more than anything else and all the weight he puts on that would make it near impossible to tease him and interact with him in the same way he does Locke.)

Side note: I also wholeheartedly believe Edgar learned his whole disguising himself thing from Locke. I mean we get to see a Locke disguise himself all the way back in South Figaro so the idea that Locke was the one that at least inspired the idea isn’t that crazy.

But I’d go even further to say this could’ve been a way to save Edgar’s casual, non-political social skills. As (repeatedly) previously stated, Edgar’s biggest hurdle when it comes to making friends is the fact that he’s a king.

Disguising himself so he can talk to people normally could have been a major outlet for him and a lifesaver in terms of keeping himself sane. But also, it could have given him space to experiment with his identity as a whole in a way that would have been previously robbed from him because he spent his teen years amidst political drama.

TLDR: I think Locke always treated Edgar as an equal and even potentially gave him an outlet for self-expression that he definitely desperately needed.

Speaking of outfits, though, I am an artist first so let’s talk about character designs for a second!

II. Character Design

I mentioned before that Locke is a person who is constantly trying to subvert the expectations that are set for him, and some of his designs really lend themselves to that point.

A. Locke

To put it simply: out of all the cast he looks really plain. Like he’s seriously just a guy. The most out of the norm thing about him is his hair color and even then it’s very neutral and not eye-catching; it’s gray, but warm gray(ish), which is very subtle when put next to the browns and dark blues of the rest of his outfit.

Meanwhile, his personality is bright — he’s extremely outgoing, friendly, and happy-go-lucky. He tries so hard to be good/the hero he’s seriously self-sacrificial and reckless — who cares about consequences when you could help someone who needs it? And yet, his design is… kinda dull. (I love his design btw this is me talking it up not down).

It gives the impression of someone who truly is just a person who is intentionally thrusting themself into a position of greatness instead of being “born for this”.

B. Edgar

Edgar’s outfit works to the complete opposite end. I’m using his remastered outfit here because I think it’s better, firstly, and it does fit a lot of the art of him more closely (plus the fact that yellow + blue are Figaro’s royal colors).

Unlike Locke, Edgar’s whole color palette is all intensely eye catching. Bright blues, yellow, purple — all of it is super saturated. He’s the guy you’re supposed to be looking at/to. And it fits! He’s a king, so of course he’s flashy.

Or: He was chosen — quite literally born — for this. The position his birth gave him was that of a leader, someone everyone pays attention to and sees as a figurehead. And while I think Edgar plays the part well, I think it’s abundantly clear that it’s not something he wants. He wants to have a life of his own the same way that Sabin does, he just has a different relationship with responsibility (especially over Sabin’s happiness) and his role as heir that kept him from leaving Figaro to pursue his dreams.

So, Edgar’s a guy whose character design speaks of him being special and important, while his actual personality is that of someone who is pretty typical. His personal goals align more with wanting to reconnect with his brother and invent things than adventuring and saving the world. He only really does that because he feels he must and recognizes how catastrophic it would be for both Figaro and the world if he didn’t take an active role in fixing things. He’s someone who, at the end of the day, is a fairly normal guy who was thrust into a position of greatness and is taking it with as much grace as possible.

(Yes his hobbies are weird asf but to be fair I think his proximity to war and death probably was what skewed “liking to build strange things a la Rube Goldberg” to “liking to build strange death machines”)

I think this juxtaposition has its benefits. As I talked about before, Locke can help Edgar have a way to participate in society normally. But this also works in the opposite direction: Edgar is a world leader. He has real power when it comes to fighting the empire. He has the ability to kickstart Locke and the Returners, bringing them from a small rebel group to an actual threat backed by one of the world’s largest and most technologically advanced countries. So they both get to benefit in a way that feels equal to them.

[glindauplland]

Sabine Wren + The Mandalorian Armor

The armor I wear is 500 years old. I reforged it to my liking, but the battles, the history, the blood all lives within it. And the same goes for every Mandalorian.

{req by @/ladybokatankryze}

[miraculouslbcnreactions]

This might be a question long overdue, but I just want to know something.

WHEN DID FÉLIX FALL IN LOVE WITH KAGAMI???

Isn't "Pretension" right after "Emotion"??? Am I just to assume that in-between episodes, Félix was just stalking Kagami (how he gets from London to Paris and vice versa is beyond me) and somewhere along the way, he fell in love?

He was chatting her up during the Diamonds' Dance, but weren't they talking about Adrienette and Kagami's ring? In what part of that conversation did Félix have his anime BA-DUMP moment?

And seriously? Kagami just vouches for Félix because what? He showed some humanity by not liking calling the sentimonsters monsters? How does that mean anything?

Kagami has shown thus far that she isn't a good judge of character (either that or I'm missing something), so how can she be sure Félix even meant a word?

Félix isn't just "someone who can't express himself". Sure, he was emotionally stunted, but that doesn't excuse anything he did as "someone who can't express himself".

He expressed himself very well. He expressed his beliefs, his backstory, the whole Doofenshmirtz monologue. And even if he was bad at expressing himself, I wouldn't trust Kagami to tell me that.

I've briefly talked about this before in a broader post on Félix's bad writing, but I'm not even sure if Felix loves Kagami. Nothing in Emotion sets up Félix falling for her. His crush just randomly shows up in Pretension which is indeed the episode after Emotion. According to the dialogue, it was love at first sight mixed with some actual stalking:

Kagami: What is it you want to tell me?! Félix: I... I don't know. But ever since I saw you, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. I've felt that... you and I... were the same. (Kagami looks surprised.) Félix: We have so much in common, and yet, you're also so different. I've never met someone like you. Kagami: We don't even know each other! Félix: I know you. I've been following you non-stop. Kagami: Even better! You follow me, you spy on me and now you've kidnapped me to get to know me?! Félix:(shyly) Uh... yes?

And Kagami just goes with it because this show has incredibly messed up ideas about romance. I think Juleka and Rose are the only couple I actually ship in canon and that's only because homophobia is keeping the writing from making them an official couple. I'm sure they'd have some major flaw that I'd hate if they became canon because none of the canon teen couples feel healthy. They all have at least one glaring issue. I think the only healthy adult couple is Tom and Sabine and even they aren't great because they fall uncomfortably close to the trope where the doting wife is just there to support the main character husband. You might even feel that they are that trope! If you do, I won't argue against you because they're right on the edge for me.

Circling back to the ask: If Félix is in love with Kagami, then I don't think that he's in love with her as a person. He clearly only went after her because she's a sentimonster and that's his only requirement for a love interest. If she was human, then he wouldn't give her the time of day.

My cynical explanation for why Kagami fell for him is that she was programed to love Adrien, but Félix looks the same so the programing was able to switch targets, trapping her in another bad relationship. I have no other explanation for why she'd be interested in Félix after all of the crap he pulled on her. Kidnapping her. Stalking her. Snapping her mother and friends out of existence. What does she even see in him? Get some standards!!!

I suppose Kagami could just be using him to learn about sentimonsters and ensure her own freedom, but I doubt it. While that would be a fun twist, it doesn't fit Kagami's more concerning season five behavior like her outing Ladybug's identity to Félix. I still can't believe canon had her do that. It was worse character assassination than what season five did to Nino and Nathalie, on par with what the final did to Marinette. No one is safe, no matter how minor their role!

Feligami would also be a great way to talk about love and/or lust blinding you to a person's glaring flaws, but I don't think canon is doing that either. The writers seem to genuinely believe that this is a cute couple and that Kagami blindly trusting Félix after everything he's done to her is totally fine.

[kryptonitejelly]

A flyboy!universe idea/drabble because of this scene. Set in flyboy, but can be read as a standalone - Jake Seresin x you.

“I wanted to, but….” your friend, Taylor’s voice trails off in the middle of her sentence, her mouth hanging slightly agape. It makes you quirk your eyebrow up slightly as you, along with Annie and another one of your friends, Sabine, turn your heads to follow Taylor’s gaze to the flight of stairs positioned behind you.

The sight which greets you is not unfamiliar to your eyes, but nevertheless a welcome sight. It makes the corner of your lips furl upward slightly, as you pull your gaze lazily up from the dips of Jake’s hips, along his abs, up his chest and finally coming to a rest on his face just as his shirt goes fully over his head. The last traces of sleep still prominent on his features and back of his hair damp and tousled.

“What would your girlfriend say about this, Taylor,” you hear Annie snigger, her words teasing but with no malice, at Taylor’s reaction.

“Ladies,” Jake says with a nod and polite smile as he comes up behind you. His palm finds the curve of your hip as he presses a kiss to the back of your head in a hello.

“Taylor, Jake. Jake, Taylor,” you make the introduction as Jake reaches across your shoulder for an apple sitting in the wooden bowl of fruit on the island which you are sitting around. Taylor is the only one of your friends in the circle Jake has not met.

“Damn,” Taylor begins as she shakes her head lightly, looking from Jake to you before continuing with no reservations, “I heard you were hot, but…” she lets herself trial off while shaking her head with a laugh.

“I aim to please,” Jake says matching her lack of reservations with a grin before he bites into the apple, “got to have something which keeps her around,” he jokes hand squeezing your waist gently.

You roll your eyes lightly and shake your head.

“Atta boy,” Taylor grins extending her hand for a high-five which Jake reciprocates.

“They’re the same person,” Sabine remarks at the interaction between Jake and Taylor unfolding before your eyes.

“Don’t you know by now Sabine,” Jake drawls after swallowing the bite of apple, “she’s got great taste in people,” he winks, referring to you, as Annie bursts out into a loud laugh at Jake managing to compliment himself, and the rest of the group, entirely unfazed.

“I’m beginning to doubt that,” you say while shaking your head again, but this time to a chorus of “you do”s.

[itriedwritingandhereiam]

I love the duality of Adrien and Marinette.

She grew up with freedom, the Ladybug mantle shackled her.

We see that the position stresses her constantly. She's more worried about failure in the mask than out because the consequences of losing are devastating and the price is too steep.

She can't quit though, with a strong moral compass, an attachment to the role and there being nobody who can do what she does the way she does it means she can't give it up.

He grew up shackled, living by a structured schedule, Chat Noir brought him freedom.

His life is planned down to the hour for him. What he wants holds little weight unless he fights for it. (example, going to public school) Receiving the ring gave him an outlet and an out from the rigidity of his daily life.

He enjoys his role as a protector, he has a title, a purpose and he can be who he wants without having to fear the repercussions of his actions and the associated blames being attached to his name. He's practically untouchable in this state of freedom.

.

She has two loving parents who support and care for her.

Tom and Sabine worry for her, they are intuitive and supportive. Often times they're able to get a read of whether to give her space or encase her in a comforting hug. They're always there for her.

Both of his parents are absent from his life, one way or another.

Canon suggests that even when his mother was alive, he was hidden away in the mansion and yet he clearly grieves for her. He often makes remarks about missing her and her love. The three, parents and child might've been close when she was around but her absence affects the husband and son in concerningly similar ways.

They miss her and can't overcome the grief. Adrien wants a loving father and Gabriel wants his wife back.

.

She's a natural born leader and has a good idea of what she wants for herself and future.

Marinette has a passion. She's a creative soul, reflective of her miraculous. She has her interests and a clear plan of her goals. She wants to be a fashion designer, designing is something she's good at, enjoys and it comfortable making a living off of.

As a person, she is charismatic and easily empathizes with people. It's shown time and time again that when she tries, she can be open minded and still hold her ground.

She excels in leading others. Both in her position as class president and (despite being equals/partners with Chat) a leader to the miraculous team. She's a shot caller and a strategist and everyone knows it. When Marinette tells you to do something you do it. Yeah she gets some shit for her hair-brained schemes at times but it just goes to show, she has a brilliant mind. (have you seen her lucky charms?)

She takes all her roles seriously, a student, a designer, a student council member, a hero. Juggling is hard, and it takes a toll on her but she still perseveres because she knows her roles are all important.

He lacks direction, spending his life by the commands of another leaving him unable to decide what he wants for himself. He's a follower, and it's by design.

Being told what to do your whole life has its downsides. If you've never been given the chance to think for yourself, how are you supposed to know what you want in life? That episode where he's hit by the Akuma and decides he wants to be "whatever his parents want him to be" just goes to show how fucked up his childhood was.

Adrien is good at things. He's evidently spent a large portion of his life learning skills like fencing, piano and Mandarin. We see that he's grown to like them, especially as they are useful skills, but, does he have a passion?

He doesn't know. Sure, he's great at a lot of things and enjoys doing them, but that's not the same as having a passion.

He has a job, but he hates it. He has hobbies, but he didn't really choose them. Even the position as hero of Paris is evidently a source of confliction for him. He's renounced that title multiple times and sure, there were some other extenuating circumstances but ultimately, you can tell that the job isn't a serious position for him as it is for his partner.

He doesn't know what he wants, maybe he just wants a purpose.

.

[jessicas-pi]

So. You guys remember that AU I had? The one where Darth Vader kind-of adopted Inquisitor!Ezra as his son? Among other things? No? Ok yeah here's the link to the OG post

...

ANYWAY I HAVE MORE THOUGHTS NOW!

Shortly after arriving on Lothal, Sabine found Ezra some armor and painted it to match hers. Since they look pretty much the same and never take off their helmets when they're out vandalizing, no one knows who they are or even how many of them there are. People start calling them the Mad Mandos. Sabine thinks it's a lame nickname, Ezra thinks it's awesome.

When Vader shows up, Ezra insists he stay for dinner. Yes he knows Vader can't eat with the suit, but it's polite and he hasn't had a family dinner with Dad in so long...

Cue the most awkward meal of all time. Vader tries to make small talk. Sabine is silently panicking while Vader is making small talk. Vader is trying to figure out who the Mandalorian is (is she ezra's friend? is she ezra's girlfriend? did she kidnap him? did he kidnap her? was it mutual kidnapping? this is all very unclear and vader needs answers) without being too scary, for Ezra's sake, but frankly there's nothing he can do about it. He's terrifying. It's a fact.

Anyway. Ezra's happy. Sabine's freaked out. (She's so glad she took Ezra out of the bounty hunting profession because this would have ended so badly if he'd been hurt.) And then...

Actually, I have to back up and explain.

So, the Empire is in absolute CHAOS right now. Mostly due to the fact that the Emperor is dead.

Palpatine had been trying to get rid of Ezra for some time, seeing the boy as a weakness to Vader, so Vader offed Palps as soon as he had the chance.

Then Vader realizes oh no, am I the Emperor now??? Vader thinks quick, trying to figure out someone who he could appoint as Emperor. They need to be smart and responsible and able to deal with crazy people and...

Cody!

Vader makes Cody the Emperor, and immediately runs off to find his missing kid.

(Cody lasts two years as Emperor before abdicating due to how much he absolutely loathes the job. He departs from the public eye and instantly vanishes. No one can find him. No one knows where he is. He goes down in history as the least hated emperor of the short-lived empire. Legend has it that he can still be seen, now and then, drinking space margaritas on the beaches of Scarif.)

But with Cody's abdication and immediate vanishment, nobody is left in charge. Power struggles are immediate and messy, and in all that chaos, some of the regular protocols are forgotten.

Such as the one maintaining Vader's life support system.

See, Palpatine didn't want Vader being operational without him, so he had something built into the suit so that it would shut down if he didn't enter a specific code every week. Cody kept it up because it was just one of those regular protocols, he didn't even know what it did, but now with the chaos, it's forgotten about.

On Lothal, Vader collapses suddenly.

Sabine would rather do anything than touch the machinery of Vader's life support system, but he's Ezra's dad and he's dying and grrrrrrh FINE SHE'LL HELP.

With some quick thinking, she gets the most essential parts of the suit to work, pauses briefly to make sure Ezra's not going to have a panic attack, and then sets to work on restoring the rest of the suit.

Sabine is horrified by the state of Vader's prosthetics. This equipment is like... 10, 15 years out of date.

Project: Repair Ezra's Dad becomes her new hobby. Vader is a begrudging participant in this project. He's just doing it because she's Ezra's friend. Well... probably his friend? He passed out before he figured out what, exactly, she was.

But once he is awake and functional, it's not long before Vader comes to the conclusion that she's SEVERAL things to Ezra, including his ride-or-die best friend, his roommate, his partner in crime, his occasional parental guidance, and his substitute moral compass.

By means of incredibly unsubtle questioning, Vader does rule the girlfriend thing out. By equally unsubtle means, he also makes it very clear to Sabine that the girlfriend thing is completely off the table in the future as well. Like forever. Hands off his son.

(That was a dinner conversation neither Sabine nor Ezra would ever like to repeat.)

Anyway, over time, Sabine and Vader get to talking. No one--especially not Ezra--knows how it happens, but Sabine and Vader actually become friends. It's kind of a terrifying idea.

(Vader attempts, with his usual unsubtle means, to gauge Ezra's opinion on potentially acquiring a sister.)

(Oddly, Ezra doesn't seem too keen on it.)

(Vader, now worried, makes a mental note to reiterate to Sabine that under no hypothetical future circumstances will she ever be allowed to date his son.)

So, yeah. Time passes. Vader just kind of... sticks around. A couple Inquisitors show up and he yells at them for interrupting bonding time with his son but he doesn't Force-choke them because it makes Ezra upset when he does.

In fact, Ezra seems to be getting upset about several things Vader does that he used to be fine with before. Vader almost wants to be mad at Sabine for giving his son a conscience, but he begins to realize that he doesn't quite like doing those things, either.

(Without the outdated, barely-functional suit tormenting him nearly every second of the day, and on a planet that shines with Light, Vader's grip on the Darkness is slipping.)

(One day, standing amid the long grasses, watching Ezra trying to show off by climbing the rock spires, Vader smiles.)

(He has not smiled in fourteen years.)

But good things don't always last, do they?

One day, on one of their vandalism missions, both of the kids go missing. Vader, filled with rage, takes his TIE and chases their kidnappers down to one of the shanty-towns.

He is seconds away from going on a murder spree when Ezra's frantic intervention stops him.

Some intimidation and a bit of mind reading later, Vader uncovers the truth. These people, it seems, got Ezra and Sabine out of a scrape, and were genuinely going to bring them back home after their stop here--or, if that didn't work out, after they went on a brief mission to free Wookiee slaves.

Vader doesn't even really notice that they were going to be freeing Wookiee slaves from the Empire.

Ever since the oozing slick of Darkness started to be washed away, Vader has felt something worryingly like pangs of conscience for what he has done in service to the Empire.

Long before he was a Sith--long before he was a Jedi--Vader was a boy who had a dream about freeing all the slaves.

"I'm coming with," he announces.

"Dad, I'm not really sure that's a good idea--"

"This is not up for discussion, son."

Oh Force, Kanan thinks. Oh Force, this is definitely a Sith Lord. There is a Sith Lord going on this mission with us to fight the Empire. what the kriff what the kriff what the kriff---

What follows is the most awkward, tense mission the Spectres have ever undertaken.

It's also, without a doubt, the easiest mission the Spectres have ever undertaken.

Vader goes all Rogue One Hallway Scene on the transport full of Stormtroopers, which Ezra frowns at him for, and Vader feels a little tiny bit bad about it.

Zeb is slightly impressed by Ezra's ability to whack stormtroopers together by their helmets without even touching them.

"Hey, Kanan, kid's like you!" he says, without thinking.

There's a long, terrified pause.

"Cockroaches," Vader huffs, pointing at Kanan in something more like annoyance than anything else. "You're like cockroaches. Squish one and three more show up. Utterly impossible to kill."

"Da-ad!" Ezra complains. "You can't kill my friends!"

"I'm not going to kill your friends. I merely said they were difficult to kill."

"Well you made it sound like a threat! And you said you wouldn't do that anymore!"

"I know. They're just like this," Sabine mutters under her breath, giving Kanan a consoling pat on the shoulder. "You get used to it, after a while."