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Thanks Snips! I’ve never done this before, but let’s see how it goes:

Favorite color: Blue. Any sort of blue, really, but the best is a bright clean blue that’s just a little on the green side.

Listening: currently, my worship music playlist, which very heavily features Rich Mullins.

Reading: Out of the Silent Planet, by C. S. Lewis. His whole space trilogy is just so good!

Craving: There’s a specific sort of dumpling that is made one of the countries that I grew up in that I can never make since they need to be steamed and I don’t have a steamer. I’m always in the mood for those.

Coffee or Tea: Tea. Always. Especially black tea with milk and sugar.

Sleeping: Somehow, I’ve had time recently for a ton more sleep than I normally get, but my days are so busy that I’m no less tired. :|

Place to Visit: Ironically, I’m sort of a home body. I miss my Central Asia. I’d go back any day.

I don’t really know how the tagging works, but how about…. @kanerallels and @fictionadventurer?

Here and Now Questions

tagged by @the-funtime-autocrat

Favorite Color: pink 🌸🩷🌸 💓🌺💖🌷🪷💮

Listening: Zeki Müren- Sana Muhtacım (I can't stop listening I've been singing this all day)

Reading: A Turkish crime novel called "Beyoğlunun En Güzel Abisi"

Craving: Pizza

Coffee or Tea: Coffee ☕☕☕

Sleeping: 6-7 hours if I'm lucky, I have trouble sleeping these days.

Place to Visit: probably my aunts house which it is in another city. But I really would like to visit Kazakhstan, I have this friend there I want to see.

tagging: @iliyarambles @not-easily-conquered @straynoahide @jester-to-the-king @sayonaramisa

random no context time travel au ficlet, anyone?

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Sabine is looking for someone.

She doesn’t know who she’s looking for, but she has to find them.

But she’s so small. She can barely toddle around now. She should be bigger than this, some memory tells her, but she doesn’t know why.

She is too young to understand what’s happened to her.

She is too young to even understand the concept of a memory.

Still, Sabine must find this person. They need her. They trust her.

When she racks her tiny little brain to figure out who she needs to find, all she gets are the barest crumbs of memories—nothing enough to help her. So she forces herself up on her feet, gripping the wall and the hands of adults who pass her in the halls as she stumbles along. She crawls under sofas and peeks under beds and goes into dark closets, looking for the-one-who-she-must-find.

It’s while she is under the bed in the fourteenth guest room she’s explored that she finally breaks down in tears. It doesn’t help, but she can’t stop herself. Crying is the only thing she’s any good at. She’s useless, useless. She’s tired and her knees ache from crawling along once her legs got too wobbly to carry her anymore. She’s searched and searched, every chance she gets, every day for a time that feels like years, and she has found nothing.

She swipes at her face with her clumsy, baby-chubby hands, smearing dust and tears of frustration across her cheeks, then hiccuping as she tries to stop another wail.

Sabine knows there’s more (a face, a gift, a goodbye, a promise) and it’s there, somewhere, but she can’t remember it, and it burns her up inside that she can’t. She can’t, but she has to, because—because she must!

Choking and gasping around her sobs, she scrubs her eyes again, and makes herself think. She must search. She must find.

The barracks, she decides. The rooms where the warriors sleep. Those have plenty of nooks and crannies. Perhaps the-one-who-she-must-find will be there.

She crawls out from under the bed, whimpering because her knees are rubbed raw and speckled with blood, and pulls herself up to stand. She just has to put one foot in front of another, and keep going until she has finished what she set out to do.

Words drift into her mind as she staggers along. It’s a voice she’s never heard. (It’s a voice she knows by heart.)

I—

I know I can—

The echo slips away like sand through her fingers, and she is left with nothing but the dust bunnies stuck to her little tunic and the memory of memories. But it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t change anything. She will still look.

Because this person, the-one-who-she-must-find—they are out there, somewhere. 

I know I can count on—

Sabine must find them.

She must bring them home.

[ we are young - we meet for the first time - we look up and find - we've never had it any better ]

sorry for posting non canon art about side characters with a total of 7 non-consecutive minutes screen time do you still think im cool

also flat colours !!!!

Early bumblebee/ängshumla, and Buff-tailed bumblebee/mörk jordhumla. Värmland, Sweden (June 3, 2022).

little left but sky

So….. I SAID I wouldn’t be the one to help you with chorus lyrics. But my brain said differently during my six hours in the car yesterday. And somehow it went from chorus lyrics to a full version of the song (I blame the fact that “Leia organa” also fits perfectly in the place of “Eleanor Rigby”).

———————

“Ohhh help me obi wan Kenobi!”

“Oooh help me obi wan Kenobi!”

Leia organa

Desperate message recorded in flickering light

Hope through the night

Old Ben Kenobi

Watching the other twin beg him to do what is right

He thinks back to the fight:

Obi wan Kenobi

So long since he’d heard that name

Obi wan Kenobi

So long since that had been him……

………….

General Kenobi

Greets his opponents with charm

And a smug “hello there”

And incredible hair

General grevious

Gets out his lightsabers—

4, just to step up his game

Then bursts into flame….

Obi wan Kenobi

So long since he’d heard that name

Obi wan Kenobi

So long since that had been him…

……………………….

Master Kenobi

Looking in shock at the young boy, now his charge to train

In his dead master’s name

Haunted by phantoms

Smiles that shine like twin suns killing hopes in their heat

Pain on repeat….

Obi wan Kenobi

So long since he’d heard that name

Obi wan Kenobi

So long since that had been him

“Oohhh help me Obi wan Kenobi!”

“Oooh help me Obi wan Kenobi….”

………………………..

Padawan obi

Dreaming of glory and love while he measures his braid

How true Jedi were made

Looks out the window

Trying to leave behind dreams and look only ahead

‘Cause his dreams drip in red

Obi wan Kenobi

So long since he’d heard that name

Obi want Kenobi

So long since that had been him

Completely useless information, but I just discovered that Obi-Wan's name could be a good fit for the song Eleanor Rigby.

General Kenobi

Greets his opponents with charm

And a smug "Hello There"

And incredible hair

General Grievous

Gets out his lightsabers--

Four, just to step up his game

Then goes up in flames

Somebody please help me make a fitting chorus.

Completely useless information, but I just discovered that Obi-Wan's name could be a good fit for the song Eleanor Rigby.

General Kenobi

Greets his opponents with charm

And a smug "Hello There"

And incredible hair

General Grievous

Gets out his lightsabers--

Four, just to step up his game

Then goes up in flames

Somebody please help me make a fitting chorus.

put a "∞" in my ask box and I'll shuffle my music player and give you my favorite lyric from the song that comes up.

Ariyoshi Kondo | 1826-1840

List Challenges

Aslansjedi's Favorite Books

This is a list of my favorite books, though the odds of me having forgotten some book that I love dearly and is really important to me...

I've been enjoying seeing the book lists everyone has been posting lately, so I thought I'd join in! I'm very interested to see the results!

Happy Mother’s Day!

Okay, okay, maybe The Queen's Thief crew in a SW au? Your choice on who!

HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE this was my sister's idea (ALSO I ALMOST FORGOT @aslansjedi has also written a super fun TQT in Star Wars au! Check it out here):

The Senate building was in an uproar. In times such as these, that wasn’t totally unprecedented. Usually it meant that Senator Organa or Senator Mothma had just delivered a speech that the more Empire loving representatives were losing their minds about.

This time, however, people were rioting over the results of the first vote on Sounis’s sovereignty. And also the second, which had occurred after the king, here to attend the vote, had had the doors barricaded. The second vote had gone in his favor—but the audacity of him commanding the Senate into voting his way wasn’t what was causing the chaos.

In the middle of all of this, Attolis Eugenides—husband of the queen of the planet Attolia, Queen’s Thief of Eddis (some said former. Others were far wiser), strolled through the halls of the Senate building. He was followed by a posse of flustered attendants, all of whom were trying to talk to him at once.

“Your Majesty—”

“I don’t think it’s wise—”

“Please, Your Majesty—”

The king ignored them all, as he often did. Looking decidedly regal in his embroidered and elegant garments, he stalked up to a door guarded by two stormtroopers. One of them stepped forward as if to stop him, but was skewered by a look that made him back down hastily.

The door hissed open, revealing a small sitting room. Far from the nicest in the Senate building, it was out of the way and held a tall man, sitting in a chair, having coffee. He looked up, and the look on his scarred face was startled, but pleased. Sitting at the same table was a woman with short hair and a smile a man would die to earn, but she was not the object of the king’s attention. The king of Sounis was.

Gen cocked an eyebrow at him as the door hissed shut behind him. “You shot the Emperor?”

“You gave me the gun,” Sophos protested.

Every once in a while, I look through the collection of Children's books that I have inherited from my parents and grandparents, and remember again what gems some of them are. I looked today at my favorite fairy tale book from my childhood, and thought I'd share some of these amazing illustrations here, because they absolutely deserve the appreciation:

These illustrations are by Janet and Anne Grahame Johnstone, and I have always adored their work. The detail! The imagination! I could go on and on...

absolutely wild how our view of self is always going to be so colored by our internal life that others can perceive us in ways that take us by surprise

what is your favorite type of cookie. not allowed to throw shade not allowed to be mean to each other just say what kinda cookie you like the most. this isn’t a competition just a conversation between friends there is no right answer 

So I sat down to paint last night, and for some reason decided it would be a great idea to try to draw Sabine in hologram-form, not knowing how challenging that would be. I am, however, satisfied with the result (if just because I somehow managed to draw Ezra finally!). Scene is from a piece I wrote half a year ago on ao3, Man's Second-best Friend. Go read it if you want to see a Murley's loth-cat-view on Sabine and Ezra's relationship.

[Pilate] said to the Jews, "Behold your King!" They cried out, "Away with him, away with him, crucify him!" Pilate said to them, "Shall I crucify your King?" The chief priests answered, "We have no king but Caesar." So he delivered him over to them to be crucified.

- John 19:14-16, ESV

What fading flowers his road adorn;

the palms, how soon laid down!

No bloom or leaf but only thorn

the King of glory's crown.

The soldiers mock, the rabble cries,

the streets with tumult ring,

as Pilate to the mob replies,

“Behold, behold your King!”

- No Tramp of Soldier's Marching Feet, verse 3

(If you have not heard of this hymn, you should look up the lyrics. I love the poetry of it, and it's perfect for Holy Week.)

Luke 12:27

Sometimes all a bad day needs is a good talk and a good cup of tea.

Some new sketches. This week's focus was Ezra.

cowboy kanera auu

slowly working thru my kanera backlog,, i need to draw more of these designs i like em

New work posted on Ao3, and it's the first thing I've ever written that's specifically about Kanan and Hera, so I'm super excited! (It's also the first link I've tried to put in a tumblr post, so I hope it works...) Further details and summary of the story are below the cut.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: Rebels, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kanan Jarrus/Hera Syndulla, Depa Billaba & Kanan Jarrus Characters: Kanan Jarrus, Hera Syndulla Additional Tags: Mentioned Depa Billaba, Secrets, Vulnerability, Memories, Accents, Hera's accent has always been a fascination of mine, Ghost Crew Are Family (Star Wars), kanan and hera are accidentally married, Post-Star Wars: A New Dawn Summary:

Hera and Kanan have become a team since they met on Gorse. However, as that teamwork blurs into a more complex relationship that is closer to family than co-workers, they must both learn how to trust one another with the secrets they've been hiding since they were children.

Lily of the valley by Kawarazaki Shodo (1899-1973)

Had a kindergartener walk up to me today and ask me why I always wear the same thing. Now I’m going through my entire closet of “teacher clothes” in my head, trying to figure out if I somehow wore the same outfit this day last week by mistake.

Here, have a Hera I painted today!

Here is my official vision for a Queen's Thief on-screen adaption:

The Thief: live action road trip adventure movie. First half road tripping and character dynamics, next sixth the temple and Gift, final third escape from Attolia and winding down in Eddis. Stories of the gods are claymation

Queen of Attolia: seven-episode limited series, lots of nighttime conversations and interiors and shots of bare landscapes. E1 is capture, hand cutting off, return to Eddis. E2 is slow difficult recovery ending with the reveal of being at war and "stop whining." E3 is intense war strategy with stealing the magus as the high point. E4 is Gen's fear of Attolia and developing his plan, interspersed with flashbacks of Attolia's backstory. (Does it give away too much for this episode to start with Horreon and Meridite, in super stylized 2d animation, like I'm thinking mostly black background, flat colored objects, and people as gold line drawings?) E5 is the kidnapping, extremely long tense proposal/cliff scene, ends with Nahuseresh attacking. E6 goes from that to "diplomacy in my own name", incredible drama and tension through the middle until we realize she's wearing his earrings (as late as absolutely possible). e7 is working out engagement difficulties, up to "she believed him"

King of Attolia: 25-minute sitcom, full length season. Every little event gets its own moment, multiple running plots are introduced and resolved, and we see Gen's power and relationships developing over time.

Conspiracy of Kings: 3-part limited series. First episode is the magus and Sophos getting to Attolia and trying to get through to Gen and Irene as humans and work out the politics, second Eddis arrives and Sophos tells her his slave backstory with voiceover, super saturated lush scenery, melodrama, etc. third part is a snappy political drama as Sophos takes back Sounis.

Thick as Thieves: most of it is a 5-7 minute web series (no fourth wall breaks). Those little episodes keep coming out for a few months and then when Kamet gets to Attolia we have a single 40-minute episode giving his backstory with Gen, Mede fleet stuff, new spy assignment, etc.

Return of the Thief: five-hour two-act stage play

Here's a second little watercolor sketch! I liked the Sabine one so much I decided to draw Satine too, and I think this one turned out even better!

Been playing with watercolors lately. Here's a little sketch of Sabine for you all.

My mom's working on a project and said "I can't remake a duck, guys. I've tried and I've tried and I just can't do it" and I responded "God creating the platypus" and then almost cried laughing for a solid minute

For the ask game, "arranged marriage+secret identity+eloping aka basically eloping with someone you're already engaged to, but you didn't *know* you were engaged to them. Back home their parents are facepalming in exasperation because *both* of them just eloped with *each other*" AU with, of course, Sabine and Ezra. Please

I was a little stumped on this at first, but then I got INSPIRATION and speedwrote half of this in one night! And then I procrastinated for six months before writing the other half also in one night! 😅

btw, this is set in my Jedi Get Hitched AU (here's links to part one and part two for reference), which was not originally a sabezra au... but when it comes to me, if I am given the opportunity, anything can be a sabezra au (and a very long one, apparently... oops...)

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Ursa Wren would like to state, for the record, that it was incredibly difficult to arrange a marriage alliance with the Jedi Order, and people really ought to start giving her a little more credit for pulling it off.

She wouldn't have considered it at all, except that clan tensions were rising (again), and as there had already been one recent Jedi-Mandalorian intermarriage, Ursa concluded that it really would be handy to have a lot of space warrior monks with laser swords as one's in-laws, should things come to war.

So, she got to work on it.

First, there was that message to the Jedi Council—and their reply, which explained that the Council's role in a Jedi marriage was really more of a permission thing than an arrangement thing and that the Jedi did not actually set up marriages with politicians and planetary rulers, it was just that they had an unfortunate habit of falling in love with them, so they wouldn't be arranging any betrothals or anything of the sort, but that if some day in the future, either of Ursa's children should form a mutual affection with one of the Jedi Order, they could certainly consider it.

Then Ursa had to go about trying to ensure that one of her children did form a "mutual affection" with a Jedi, which she started by bringing her family to Coruscant for a vacation and finding an excuse to tour the Jedi Temple. Tristan, she dismissed after just one afternoon visiting the Jedi Archives to explore their section on Mandalore—he went out of his way to be antagonistic to the Jedi, and the visit ended with a sweet-faced, doe-eyed twelve-year-old girl slam-tackling him to the ground in a blind fury. There was clearly no future alliances to be made regarding him.

But Sabine, Ursa considered. After all, she was more inclined to get along with the Jedi in general. And that Padawan that gave them a tour did seem a little smitten...

Perhaps it was coincidence and perhaps it wasn't—perhaps, indeed, someone on the Jedi Council had a sense of humor about things—because when a Jedi was requested to attend a peace conference on Krownest, who should show up but this same Padawan and his Jedi Master?

The Jedi Master made eye contact with Ursa , and shot her a wink with a nod towards his Padawan, who was gaping goggle-eyed at Sabine.

Oh, yeah, she thought, giving him a subtle nod of acknowledgement and the hint of a smirk. They know.

The conference lasted a few days, and Ursa instructed Sabine to take an interest in the boy. He's our guest, she'd said, and the rest of Clan Wren certainly isn't going to make him feel welcome. Do me a favor and take pity on the boy, would you? Make him feel like there's at least one person in the fortress who wouldn't wring his neck if they got the chance.

Sabine had rolled her eyes and saluted sarcastically, because she was fourteen and sarcasm was her language, but Ursa observed that she did her best to help the Padawan. By the last day, she and the boy were even passing notes to each other.

When the conference was over, Ursa slid into the shadows with the stealth of a well-trained Nite Owl, and watched the two. The boy broke away from his Master and slipped up to Sabine, darting through the crowd. He was only by her for a second—just long enough to stuff a scrap of flimsi into her hand and blurt out, "Call me!" and add on a "Please!" as he tripped backwards into the bustle of people, heading back to his Master.

Ursa saw Sabine eye the paper with a look of incredulous amusement, and her heart sunk. That flimsi was headed straight into the wastebasket, no doubt of it. So, Ursa acted quickly.

"I hope you're not going to keep that," she said dryly, stepping up to look over Sabine's shoulder. Her daughter jumped, crumpling the flimsi in her hand as if she could hide it. Ursa just arched an unimpressed eyebrow at her. "Take my advice, and don't bother being friends with a Jedi."

As Sabine's choice of friends was something Ursa nagged her about often, Ursa thought the idea was particularly genius. There was no way Sabine was getting rid of that number now—if only out of sheer spite.

It turned out, that was all Ursa ever needed to do. Sabine and the boy did the rest.

By the time she was sixteen, Sabine had casually brought up going to Coruscant "to see the Mandalore collection in the Jedi Archives" again at least four times, and when Ursa and Alrich did arrange the trip, the blue-eyed boy just so happened to be the one giving them the tour again. Ursa did not miss the way he and Sabine seemed to isolate themselves, standing side-by-side with their heads together for brief moments of whispered talk, interspersed with giggles.

When she was eighteen, Sabine actually insisted on going to Coruscant once again, this time specifically to see the boy. Apparently, that cockroach of a Sith had managed to escape his holding cell in the Jedi Temple, and on his way out, he badly injured the boy's Master. Sabine said—with no room for disagreement—that Ezra needs all the friends he can get right now, Mother.

(Ursa pretended to be very inconvenienced by it all, and announced that Sabine would have to go on her own.)

(Sabine clearly didn't mind.)

When she was twenty, Sabine brought up the idea of her attending an art school on Coruscant. Ursa allowed it.

When she came home, at twenty-two, there was a look in her eyes that spoke volumes—a look that said that home wasn't quite home anymore, that it was missing something, that it was missing someone.

There was something else different about her, as well. She wore a blue, crystalline jewel on a leather cord around her neck.

When Ursa asked what it was, Sabine explained—hastily, with a light flush and a little stammering—that it's nothing, really, just an old lightsaber crystal. Further questioning revealed that Ezra was the one to give it to her, and that it was his old lightsaber crystal, from the first lightsaber he made.

"Fascinating," Ursa remarked, wearing a mask of disinterest, and then bustled off to send another comm to the Jedi Council—this time asking them if there would be any problem with her daughter and that Jedi of hers marrying.

Their reply was short and concise.

Thank the Force, we were beginning to think you'd never ask.

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Sabine hadn't meant to fall in love.

She was the eldest child of the ruling family, and that meant she would need to marry logically. She could fall in love with her spouse once the vows were said and they were a team. Before then, it had to be all business. She wasn't going to get caught up in a romance with someone she could never really be with, and she wouldn't break her own heart.

But some things were just out of her control.

Her feelings for Ezra Bridger were one of those things.

Sabine didn't know when she started falling for him, but she realized it halfway down, and tried to find a way to stop it, but there was nothing to slow her fall, and she plummeted.

She fell and fell and fell, until the night before she left to go home, when Ezra gave her his old kyber crystal—and a soft kiss.

She ought to have pushed him away, but she didn't. Like a sentimental idiot, she'd melted into him, kissing him back, as fierce and heady as he'd been tender and sweet. And when both of them were so out of breath that they had to break apart, he'd whispered to her in a dazed wonder— "I think I love you."

Sabine hit rock bottom at full speed and shattered.

She couldn't live without him. She knew that now. He'd woven himself into her soul, and the idea of leaving him just then made her heart throb with regret.

But she had to go home, so she went, and he was in her thoughts every second of the way.

He was still in her thoughts at dinner that night—with the ghost of his embrace keeping her warm and the feel of his kiss still burning on her lips—when Mother brought up marriage.

Sabine barely heard the words her mother said. She knew this was coming. It was a surprise it hadn't happened sooner.

It would have been a mercy if it had happened sooner. Sabine wouldn't have known what she had to lose, then.

What she had to lose.

The thought brought a lump into her throat, making it hard to swallow, and her eyes started to sting.

Sabine rose, and asked to be excused, and didn't wait for an answer. She went back to her room, and because it was what she always did when she needed to talk, she called him.

"Mother thinks it's time for me to get married," she said.

"Oh."

Ezra's voice was hoarse and a little broken, and it broke her all the more. She said nothing in reply—her words were gone.

"Is there anything I can do?" he asked her softly.

Sabine would have said that there was nothing he could do at all. But the kyber crystal strung around her neck was warm to the touch, and as she traced her fingertips lonesomely along the smooth planes of its surface, an idea came to her.

It was an idea so reckless, so wild, so entirely irresponsible that it was impossible.

But Sabine could work with impossible.

"Well," she said. "There is something."

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Caleb had commed Hera last night and asked her to be here for this discussion with Ezra. Apparently, the Council had reached out to Caleb last night with a message from Countess Wren, wherein she said that she was pretty sure it would be agreeable to all parties concerned if her daughter and Caleb's Padawan tied the knot, and that they might want to be quick about suggesting it before the two just up and eloped together. Caleb had messaged Hera, then, asking her to help him explain the situation to Ezra—who had spent the last eight years stubbornly and consistently insisting that he and Sabine were only friends, and might need some persuading to own up to his own feelings.

But when Hera showed up at the boys' quarters in the Temple the next morning, Ezra was nowhere in sight, and Caleb was slouched back on the couch, wheezing with laughter.

"Love? What is it?"

Caleb was laughing too hard to answer, and he just held out a piece of flimsi to her, indicating that it was the source of his amusement.

She took it and sat down beside him, reading it twice through before the meaning of it fully sank in.

Dear Master, Do you think the Council will be very annoyed that I got married without their permission? Like, I already said the vows and everything so it won't make me call off the elopement if they will, but it would be nice to know that Master Windu won't give me the Eyebrows Of Disappointment look when I get back from the honeymoon. See you in a couple weeks! Ezra Wren (née Bridger)

Hera huffed a rueful laugh under her breath.

"Well. That simplifies things."