My new agenda is including Barriss with the Jedi Quest quartet. She is also supposed to be Anakin's age in Legends continuity. So anyway she got a ribbon from Darra!
HAPPY BARRISS DAY!!!! organized by my wonderful beautiful friend @americiumam and put together on @barrissday !! clawed my way out of art hell for this one . love you barriss and abby <3
Just a fun little AU - Barriss escapes prison, and later Chipped up Cody is sent to find her whereabouts. Cue many shenanigans, de-chipping Cody, and running away from the empire. Angst, guilt, redemption, saving family, etc etc.
(If I had the time I would learn to write for this, but I already have 20+ wips so that’s not happening any time soon)
Barriss is finally big enough and recovered enough from her (pre adoption) tail drop that I felt good about putting her on a soil substrate instead of paper towels. She's big mad about it, but she likes climbing enough that I think she'll appreciate the new terrain eventually.
I am currently working on a fanfic about Barriss Offee’s recruitment to the Inquisitors, exploring her mixed emotions through multiple points of view and non-linear flashbacks to her Padawanhood (Feat. Ahsoka), called: “Atonement of the Fallen and Fleeing”
Here is a preview of chapter 1: Hunger
The Jedi Temple's detention center was cold. Even colder than normal. Had no one bothered to check the regulations since the day prior? Barriss focused her energy on her annoyance at the so-called “compassion” the Jedi claimed to show its captives, rather than the sinking feeling in the force that had been consuming her since the night before. Barriss stomach growled as she shivered, reflexively reaching to pull her cloak around her. She was reaching for nothing. Her long sleeves and hood were replaced with the orange tunic all habitants of the Jedi Temple’s detention center had to wear. “All” if there were others. Right now it was just her and many empty stalls.
Any article of clothing resembling Jedi culture was taken from Barriss. But that was fine. Their culture was corrupt anyway. What had made her uncomfortable and indignant was the pieces of Mirialan culture that had been taken away as well. Her cloak and head wrap, gone. Even when it wasn’t as cold as it was at the present, her ears felt like ice from shame. She had been lucky to have been a padawan to someone from her own culture. It was custom for Mirialans to take on other Mirialans as Padawan, but sometimes it couldn’t be helped. Because of the Mirial culture's strong connection to the force, very few Mirialans saw any point in leaving Mirial for the Jedi. But Barris had. And she had found a place with one of her own. Someone who made sure she was never made to go without a head covering. Someone who gave her the choice to do so in the first place, who told her of its meanings. Someone who had given her her first tattoo after becoming a Padawan. The other after passing her first assessment and every landmark since. Barriss hated betraying Master Unduli. Luminara had been strict, sometimes even cold, but Barris had been lucky.
She didn’t accept what she had felt until a week had passed. Her hunger was almost as empty as the force around her. She had tried to reach out to someone, anyone. Her old master, her friend. She wasn’t surprised Ahsoka had blocked their connection. What was unnerving was the fact that she couldn’t feel anyone. Barriss had felt alone before, for most of her padawanhood honestly, but this was a new feeling. She was utterly alone. Something had happened. Barriss felt sick at the thought but she knew: everyone in the temple was dead and in about a week, with no food or water or heat, she would be too.
I hope to post it on AO3 soon, but I do not yet have an account. Sorry for any spelling errors. English is my first language, but I’m dyslexic.