#pepoluan

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02:04.77 please?

here you are, @zootopepo !

smol judy making a point

[avatarpabu97]

Mandogingers Snippet

Hope you like this @pep-no. Critiques are always welcomed, trying to experiment again.

 They needed no words of apologies or declarations of love. They’ve done that before the siege.  Before the two gingers invaded their home the first time, they fought each other bloody. Their anger, their grief, their fear, their everything fueled each blow.

 Broken noses, fractured bones, bruised skin, blooded fist were exchanged like cruel kisses. Throats raw from their accusations towards each other.  Raw from the betrayal, the deceit, the lies, the you should’ve, or I should’ve. In the end they both understood each other’s paths.

 He understood why she joined Death Watch and she understood why he joined Cuy`val Dar. The few nights alone they did have were filled with passionate attempts to forget the death or to relive the happier moments. When they were reunited eighteen years later they understood. There were no shouting matches or pointing fingers.

 They understood how they needed to be with their clans, with their families. Rau and Bo-Katan understood each other. Even being apart for almost two decades they still understood. They both had more wisdom on their armor to admit their faults or to accept the faults of others. All they needed was a vow to their people and hand on each other’s back.

[wise-lizard]

So I’m cleaning out my folders on my computer, including screenshots and I found this ancient relic.

@pepoluan and I guess technically @pep-no : This was our first interaction with each other, back on October 13, 2015. You sent this back as an answer, and I think this was just before I really started interacting with the SWR fandom on Tumblr.

Crazy, right?

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Survivors

 “Hey, how you holding up Rau?” The Protector looked up from his armor. The Lasat was approaching him with a plate of food. “Hello, eh Garazeb is it.” “Call me Zeb.” “Zeb, I'm doing fine.”

 Zeb placed a plate of space waffles in front of him. His stomach started growling at the site. “Help your self, the kid made a lot.” Rau picked one up and took a hesitant bite while Zeb waved his hands to capture the aroma. “This is surprisingly good. You sure Bridger made this?” Chuckling Zeb took a bite of his own space waffle.

 “The moment he knew how to cook and had access to fresh ingredients he started learning how to make everyone's favorite dishes. Ezra gets frustrated when he cant recreate the dish. Especially the space waffles.” Rau snorted. “How exactly did he fail to make these?”

 “Lasan’s space waffles had more of a crunch to them because of our teeth. Kid tries to replicate it but cant seem to get it. Cant get that crunch anywhere now.”

 Rau stilled over the Lasat’s statement. Looking at the plate with a new perspective he understood why their was so much now. Bridger probably does this to help his Vod cope.

 “I'm sorry what that sleemo Saxon did to your men. I know what’s it like to lose people you care about or those you were supposed to protect.”  “I feel like failed them, I was their leader I should've been at their side.”   

 Zeb clasped his hand on my shoulder. “I was the captain of the Lasat honer guard, it was my duty to protect every one including the royal family. So, when the Empire turned my world and people to dust, I almost lost the will to live.”  He looked at the Lasat’s face as it grew grim with the memory. “How did you push on?” “Kanan and Hera saved me and gave me a second chance to make things right.”

 “They gave you a purpose again.” “They gave me a new family and hope.” Rau felt tears prick his eyes. He looked at his helmet, trying to avoid eye contact. “Ah yes, hope. Been hearing that one a lot lately.”

 “Let me let you in a little secret. My people originally came from a planet in wild space called Lira-San. We originally thought it was a myth but we found it and with help from other survivors.” “So, the Lasat’s species will make come back then.”

 Looking down at his feet, Zeb sighed. “Not exactly.” Rau glanced at the Lasat. “What do you mean?” “My people left Lira-San do to a planet wide disaster, theirs loads them in one habitual place. Your the first person I told this, didn't have the heart or the strength to tell them.” 

  “W-Why tell me this?” Rau could barley hold back a sob. “Your family and family helps each other mourn. Its ok to cry Rau because if were going to bring hope to others, were also going to bring justice to all are people.”

Like a flood Fenn Rau cried. He cried for his people and men he lost in the past. When the future came they would have justice for all.

Might rewrite this to fix  to make it more coherent but I feel like this needed to be done. Critiques are always welcome. 

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via Grandfather's Gift - Remade

[emilyelizabethfowl]

This is an amazing post I found while going through my reblogs. But for some unknown reason I couldn’t reblog it from myself, so I went to the closest link [ @pepoluan, since it’s deleted on @kimbachan ] and tried to reblog it from there but both XKit and Tumblr refused to let me do anything with it. And my previous reblog doesn’t even show in the notes! So. Here it is. 

And all I wanted to add is “I’m a necro-reblogger!”

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pepoluan: Or “show them who’s boss.” They simply need to get a SECOND entry.

shortkitten: Or lay rotting at the insei school!

pepoluan: Or berries.

shortkitten: Frostbite can be both or a roost.

pepoluan: Parlington the fake Rooster.

shortkitten: WON'T COME ANY CLOSER!