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I'm about 100 pages into A New Dawn and um...
Early 20s Kanan is so funny to me. Like I understand that he's bitter and jaded because of the Order 66 trauma and how his life went after, but he's all "I enjoy being a loner. That's just me. I don't get close to people-- NOT BECAUSE IM TRUAMATIZED NO, I JUST LOVE BEING A LONE WOLF... yeah."
And I'm sitting here like sir. Sir over the next few years you are going to become the family-est family man there ever was. You are going to meet a beautiful, brilliant pilot who wants to overthrow the government, and you are going to fall head over heels. You are going to meet the pilot's insane Droid, and you are going to tolerate him. You are going to find a depressed former warrior mourning the loss of his people, and you're gonna say, "same bestie. Cmon, get up. Let's go steal from the Empire!" You are going to see a couple of spunky child runaways and orphans and go "ok guess I have kids now."
Additionally, I like how it parallels Ezra's "I work alone" stuff in early season 1. Kanan really saw Ezra and said, "God, this kid is as stupid as me! Hera, make room in the Ghost, we're adopting this rat."
Arcane Rebels anyone??
medieval star wars by jake bartok - prequels era + rebels + rogue one
Emm, I think Chooper is still the same loyal but murderous droid we've seen since the start of the serie .-.
Me after watching the new trailer I'm sure I'm failing the finals next week for this .-.
RWBY Art Challenge Day 26: Crossover of Your Choice
I took a little longer with this one, but I think it was worth it :p Here’s Team JNPR dressed as the ghost crew from Star Wars Rebels, with one VERY confused Zeb.
Bonus: Here’s what happened with the ghost crew.
Rebels Wolffe x Reader
Summary: Wolffe x Medic!Reader set post-Order 66 during the Rebels era. Listened to the song “somewhere only we know” by Keane and made me think of old man Wolffe.
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The sky of Seelos burned orange as another sun dipped beneath the jagged horizon. The Ghost had landed hours ago, stirring the sand, dust, and old ghosts from their resting places.
You stood at the edge of the clearing, arms crossed, scanning the ramshackle AT-TE turned-home ahead. Your breath caught when you saw him—helmet under one arm, same eye scar, same heavy gait. But time had added weight to his shoulders and silver to his hair.
Wolffe.
He hadn’t seen you yet. Or maybe he had and just didn’t believe it. You smiled.
“Well, kark me,” you called, stepping forward, “either I’m dreaming or the years have not been kind to you, old man.”
He froze mid-step. His one eye widened, flickering with something too raw to be masked. His voice was gravel when he finally spoke.
“Medic?”
You raised an eyebrow. “Still calling me that after all this time? Not even a ‘hey, great to see you, thought you were dead’?”
He dropped his helmet, closing the distance in long, heavy steps. You didn’t realize you were trembling until he reached you—until his gloved hand gently took your arm like he wasn’t sure if you’d disappear.
“You left,” he said. Not accusing. Just fact.
“So did you,” you whispered. “War ended. Republic died. So many of us died with it.”
A moment passed where neither of you breathed. The wind whistled over cracked metal and dry earth. The sun dipped a little lower.
Wolffe’s eye searched your face like it had answers to questions he never dared to ask. “Why now?” he said. “Why here?”
You glanced back toward the Ghost, where Sabine and Zeb were offloading supplies, Hera and Kanan deep in discussion. “I’m with them now. The Ghost crew. Ezra brought us out here. Said there were… good men worth finding.”
Wolffe looked away. “Not sure that’s true anymore.”
You touched his cheek—scarred, weathered, familiar. “Still wearing your guilt like a second set of armor, huh?”
“Maybe.”
“I remember when you used to smile,” you murmured. “Used to fight like hell, patch your brothers up, then sit with me under stars on Ryloth like the war wasn’t chewing us to pieces.”
His silence was heavy, but he didn’t pull away. Just watched you with that quiet intensity he always had.
“I’ve thought about you,” you said. “Over the years. Wondered if you made it. Wondered if you found peace somewhere.”
“This is the closest I got,” he said, glancing back at the AT-TE. “It’s not much.”
“It’s something,” you offered. “Somewhere only we know.”
A tired smirk tugged at his lips. “Still quoting that old song you used to hum in the medbay?”
You shrugged. “Catchy. And depressing. Fit the vibe.”
He chuckled—actually chuckled. It was a rare sound, worn and dry but still alive. “You really haven’t changed.”
You leaned in, nudging his shoulder. “You have. More lines. More grump. Less hair.”
“I shaved it.”
“Sure, sure. That’s what they all say.”
He shook his head, muttering a fond “damn smartass” under his breath.
The sun was nearly gone now, and the stars began to appear, faint and blinking like the ghosts of all you’d lost.
You stepped closer, chest brushing his armor. “You think we could find that peace again?” you asked, soft. “Maybe not like before, but… something close?”
He didn’t answer right away. But his hand found yours—calloused, warm, grounding.
“Stay a while,” he said. “Just… stay.”
You squeezed his hand.
“For now,” you said. “I’ll stay.”
And under a Seelos sky, two remnants of a broken galaxy found the smallest sliver of something whole. A memory made real. A place only you two remembered.
Somewhere only you knew.
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getting the crew back together