What Is Your Favorite Type Of Cookie. Not Allowed To Throw Shade Not Allowed To Be Mean To Each Other

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.

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

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

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.

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.

“Anakin is a normal, good kid. And how does somebody who is normal and good turn bad? What are the qualities, what is it that we all have within us that will turn us bad?” -George Lucas

What if I showed you the worst version of yourself?

Who would you be if you’d followed a different path?

The one where you'd sought power in the face of powerlessness?

Or allowed the desire to prove yourself feed your ruthlessness and cunning?

Until your vanity proclaimed that the ends justified the means?

What if greed had become your creed?

Or your sense of duty blinded you?

What if fear strangled you into complacency? Into apathy?

Or pride wielded the weapons of your self-righteousness?

What if grief and anger consumed you?

Who would you be?

cowboy kanera auu

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

Finally I drew Plo in Hanfu (Han-style clothing - traditional Chinese clothing).

I ALREADY KNEW HE WOULD LOOK FABULOUS IN IT AND HE PROVED THAT I WAS RIGHT.

I love you Plo.

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

Small hands,

Wrapping hope in a box

That will never

be opened.

Fingerprints left in clay

That crumbles as it dries to dirt beneath the tires of a car already gone;

Life written in streaks of purple glue,

Secret writing fading faster than I can read,

A story no one will ever

Care to decipher.

Small feet

Waiting by the door unsure;

uncaring if they are going in or out

Because the cold is just cold

And they don’t know yet how hard

That it can bite

That life will be

One day

When the car that picks them up is their own

And the ground beneath their boots is a foundation

Built and broken

By those they followed into

adulthood...

And one day

Those Feet,

Frozen by the cold

And by boots grown too small,

Will walk back to the schoolhouse doors that no longer fit them,

And Those Fingers

Will let go of still small hands

And

Pray

That Someone

Still knows how to wrap up hope.