Merry Christmas Adam and happy second to last chapter of the Kastle Christmas fic day! First lines under the cut
Current writer problems: How to maneuver a character out of a third or fourth floor apartment during a fight so that I can hit him with a car
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⭐️ THE LOST EPISODE (« FORCE FOG ») : A STAR WARS FAN COMIC ⭐️
Chapter 1 : « Fleeing » - Part three - Link to part one - Link to part two
Hey guys ! So as some of you may know, I was pretty much disappointed with the transition from episode 3 to episode 4 in the Kenobi series. 🥺 I love psychological stuff and I feel like they were sitting on solid gold after episode 3. I started toying with the idea of what got lost in translation, and so this comic was born. I wanted to focus more on Obi Wan’s journey, from the man we saw in episode 3 to the Jedi from episode 4. This is a fan comic so of course, adjustments were made and I’ll be tweaking another thing or two. Those are just my ideas haha, consider this a brain rot - but I hope you guys will enjoy it ! 🥰♥️
I’ll be releasing a few pages every week. There will be three chapters to this : Fleeing, Healing, Training.
Thank you so much to all of your kind comments and reviews so far !
- You can find me @ chalaser.lightsaber on Instagram, @ charlottelsr on Wattpad, and @ chalac01 on Twitter. I’ll also be uploading the comic on AO3 !
#oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh#okay this is the only part of this comic i've seen but DANG#that's INTENSE AND COOL#the parts in color are such a good addition!!!#and the way it switches? from tala and ned to anakin and padme?#and then that last panel holy KARK#also sorry if this doesn't make sense i am so tired rn lol#star wars#star wars fanart#obi wan kenobi#tala durith#ned-b#kenobi series#star wars comic#star wars fancomic#tw violence
For the fic ask game, A Kanera hurt/comfort where Hera gets hurt please?
Dude. This will be short because creative juices are like. nonexistent right now but I can't resist Kanera hurt/comfort let's kriffing GO!!!!!! Set pre SWR
Kanan had forgotten panic like this existed. The kind of panic that hollowed you out, only to be replaced by fear and pain. The kind of panic that came from seeing someone you loved in pain
("love". A word he hadn't let himself use until now. A word that he wouldn't even realize he'd used consciously until hours later in the waiting room of a hospital, hands still shaking)
The man who'd fired the blaster went down first. Then his two goons hit the ground with blaster bolts through their skull and it was just him and Hera, lying on the ground, unmoving
Kanan was at her side in seconds, lifting her into his arms. "Hera! Hera, talk to me."
He saw her wince, her expression twisting. "Kanan," she managed.
Relief flashed through him, but not enough to quell his fear. "We're getting you to a hospital."
"No-- the mission," Hera protested weakly as Kanan rose to his feet, cradling her gently against his chest.
"The mission can wait. You can't," Kanan said.
As he started towards the speeder parked nearby, Hera made a soft noise. "Thanks, love," she whispered.
(later, sitting at her bedside, Kanan would roll those two words over and over in his head, wondering if they meant anything. But overwhelmingly, he was just glad to have his captain safe and sound)