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anstarwar · 1 year
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What if Ahsoka met baby Leia 🥺😭
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shiversdownyourspleen · 8 months
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The countdown to Ahsoka continues and the only thing in my mind is that scene in Rebels season 4 where Ezra falls over a box in front of Thrawn and just goes “hey” like they’re best buddies and they just look at each other in total disbelief for a second
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ivvmell · 9 months
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muguathepapaya · 2 years
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Based on this post by @nightsf
the very true, completely accurate quotation of what did very much happen. >- >
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fruitbatgaygoth · 1 year
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bobalob93 · 7 months
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Finished up the colours on Ahsoka! Went with a digital approach, and I think it's worked well.
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a-dorin · 3 months
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babysitting jacen with adult ezra gotta be one of the cutest fluffy content ideas ever omg
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oh yes that would be so wholesome & fluffy 🥹
“just wait until we have one of our own.” that would be a comment ezra makes all evening AND he would tell you how wonderful of a mom you would be one day 🤭
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rustic-space-fiddle · 2 years
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A closer look at Sorcha’s tattoo!
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danger-xylophones · 2 years
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Sweethearts in Exile (Thrawn x reader)
feral long-haired Thrawn got me fucked up rn
and i’m thinking about BABDM exile aftermath
Warnings: living in exile, domestic fluff, hints of spicy times
Word count: 1400
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“Have you ever considered an undercut?” You mumbled out around the bobby pins pinched between your lips as you carefully pulled Thrawn’s hair back and away from his face. The dark blue-black strands were already heavy with sweat from the day’s work and were putting up a fight as you attempted to wrangle them into a style that would keep them away from the man’s neck.
A huffed laugh slipped from Thrawn, briefly bouncing his shoulders. “I can’t say that I have, beloved. What is an ‘undercut’?” Instinctively, he turned on the log he’d sat down on to face you. Or tried to before realizing it was making your work harder.
You snorted a little, realizing with a start that you’d found another Basic term he didn’t know. “It’s what it sounds like,” you paused and tapped his shoulder. Wordlessly, he lifted a hand up to hold his hair so you could let go and retrieve his hairtie from off of your wrist. Taking hold of the thick clump of hair again, you started to secure the tie around it. “You cut out a chunk of hair beneath this top layer here,” you tapped at his crown, “and it’s supposed to cut down the bulk of a person’s hair to make it more manageable. But, I’ve seen people do it just for aesthetic purposes too.” You hummed, one finger lightly tracing the back of his head in a triangle shape where you would make the cut if he agreed. The other hand gently combed through his hair to work out any tangles.
He hummed in thought, leaning back to rest his head against your stomach. Thrawn’s eyes slid closed as you snaked both hands down to hold his shoulders and slowly massage the tired muscles. “Like Samakro had?”
A pang shot through your heart at the mention of his former mid-captain. As the years had passed, you’d started to hate any mention of his former crew, the people you considered some of your closest friends. But Thrawn seemed mostly unfazed by the ghosts of the past and often mentioned them without warning. Like now. “Yeah, similar at least.” You hummed back, remembering how short the hair on the sides and back of the mid-captain’s head had been. “Though I believe his is a case for aesthetics.”
“Cssin’s rob.” Thrawn spoke after a beat.
“A literal translation?” You asked, squeezing his shoulders a little harder when you stumbled upon a nasty knot in one of them.
Thrawn hissed briefly, posture going rigid beneath your hands, before relaxing steadily. “That is the only name I have ever known for that hairstyle.”
“Then it works for me.” You released his shoulders with a whisper of your fingers over the rough fabric of his tunic and up his exposed, overheated neck. Some errant strands had slipped from the confines of his ponytail to hang in his face and you swiftly braided them back, pinning them in place with two crossed pins.
With a peck to his temple, you pulled away from him. “Care to keep me company while I go check the garden?” You asked as a reflex as you started to walk in the direction of said garden, fully aware that Thrawn was already following you.
He was strolling along beside you in an instant, looking ahead with a distant expression. “I do not think I have the proper...swagger to pull off such a hairstyle.” Thrawn spoke in the soft, thoughtful voice he would always use when seriously considering something.
The laugh that left you was ungodly, being more comparable to a honk, squawk, or even a bark then a normal chuckle. It made you stumble over an unseen route. Thrawn, without missing a beat, stuck out his hand to grab your arm and keep you from falling face first onto the forest floor.
You grabbed at him for balance while you regained your footing, still chuckling at the mental image of Samakro’s scowling face and signature walk Thrawn had so perfectly described as a swagger.
You glanced up at his face to see a coy smile playing at his lips. You shook your head. “I would pay to see you say that to his face.”
“I can only imagine the response,” he chuckled before muscling his face into a near perfect recreation of the offended scowl Thrawn had seen a thousand times. It looked as if he was about to attempt an impression along with it but the mere sight of Samakro’s scowl on his face was enough to send you into a small fit.
His expression faltered, falling away into the easy smile you’d grown used to seeing on Thrawn without the weight of command bearing down on him. “I am pleased to see I can still make you laugh, beloved.” He said with a shake of his head.
Your merriment faded away, replaced with a more somber feeling. “What are you on about?” Your head tilted back towards him in question as your feet moved you to the long cultivated rows of various edible native plants. You crouched down before the first one and started checking for disease.
“I simply mean,” Thrawn began as he walked a slow circle around the perimeter, scanning for any animals that might be hanging around, “that we have been together for several years now. I would hate for you to get bored of me.” His voice faded slightly the farther away he got.
“Nine, Thrawn.” You could tell that he was teasing, but still you were quick to assuage any secret, genuine fears he might be hiding from you. “We’ve been together for nine, almost ten, years now. two of which we’ve been stuck here for.” You turned away from the leafy top of a root vegetable you’d been examining to focus on his returning figure. “If I was going to get bored, it would have happened a long time ago.” He stopped next to you and you reached out a hand for him to help you to your feet.
Thrawn pulled you up and into him so your hands could settle on his chest while his cradled your hips. “I am overjoyed to hear that, ch’acah.” He grinned down at you, his head was angled just right to block the late afternoon sunlight from your face which created a halo about his crown. “And I hope I can continue to amuse you.”
With a roll of your eyes and a disingenuous ‘yeah, yeah’, you pulled the man into a soft kiss. Thrawn curled closer to you, a hand sliding up your back to hold your neck still as he broke away from you and slowly carved out a trail of light nips and kisses down towards your collarbone. He’d become bolder as the years progressed and more prone to initiating intimate contact while there was still work to be done. But you weren’t complaining. And, despite the heat of the day still clinging to both of you, you let yourself get swept up in him. “Whaddaya say we hit that spring?” You suggested in a breathy voice, feeling yourself aright caving in to the urge to disregard everything else you needed to get done before nightfall in favor of spending the rest of the day in Thrawn’s arms.
“I think,” he began in a low rumble that reverberated up your neck. Before halting altogether. Thrawn’s head lifted suddenly as he listened to the world around the two of you. The interruption urged your own fight or flight response to life. Your grip tightened on him but you stepped back from him, head on a swivel as you tried to pick up on whatever he had heard. Just as you turned back to him to ask what was wrong - you heard it yourself. From far away came a rumbling like thunder but persistent, consistent, and descending. It wasn’t getting any closer to the two of you but you had the impression it was getting closer to the planet. Was it...? Your head had jerked in the direction the sound was coming from, the same direction Thrawn was currently staring at, and warily you turned back to him. There was no need to voice your question when he could read it on your face. “I think,” he began again, looking back in the direction of the sound, of the ship, “we finally have company.”
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It’s not the smut sequel but I hope you enjoyed this little ficlet @stars-suns-spaceguns
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theocs-strikeback · 1 year
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Created by: @apocalyp-tech-a
OC Name: Dr. Layna Xenton
Pronouns: She/her
Species: Human
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Ten years before the Battle of Yavin, Layna Xenton is an intelligent, down to 'earth,' anxious scientist in her late 20s. She has a bonkers sense of humor, is sometimes aloof, but also very clever. Her homesteading parents died on Dantooine and she was left in the care of her rich grandfather on Eriadu, who was also a weapons manufacturer and hardcore Imperial that forced her to join the Empire. The Empire in turn forced her to create a weapon that she thought was meant for infestation, but was actually used on civilians. After that, she made it her business to defect from the Empire and fight against it. In the process, she meets Tech from Clone Force 99 and discovers that they have the same feelings toward the Empire, and eventually toward each other.
Read about Layna here! (Rated M)
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anstarwar · 1 year
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Sometimes you’re about to drop into a mission and your bandolier just doesn’t have enough pouches for your things smh
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Kallus and Corporal Pao from @hixystix’s fabbbbulous Kallus x Zeb fic A Safe Haven
Been rereading it and it’s just so good! If you like Kalluzeb I’d highly recommend this fic! Kallus and Zeb are so well-characterized and really all of them are and and…it makes my little shipping heart go brrrr
(rated E so mind the rating if that ain’t your thing)
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THE AHSOKA TRAILER THE AHSOKA TRAILER THE AHSOKA TRAILER
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IT’S SO BEAUTIFUL I CAN’T
I’M NOT HOME SO I CANT POST MUCH ABOUT IT BUT AAAAAAAA
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mxkyrie · 1 year
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I just saw a man on TikTok refer to his beard as a “Flavour Saver” and imply he could still smell his lady on it from the previous evening.
My mind IMMEDIATELY went to Rebels era Rex.
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ana-cantskywalker · 26 days
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Having BIG™ feelings about how most of the Jedi that survived Order 66 were literal children.
Children whose brothers turned on them, and whose parental figures were ripped from them for reasons that they would never understand. Children who didn't know how to live in a galaxy who accepted them, much less one that didn't. Children who had to shed the identity they'd had longer than they could remember just to survive. Children who watched as their people were labeled terrorists and the things they held sacred were desecrated to the purpose of hurting the people they were made to protect.
Children who had to pick up the (often literal) sword of those who'd come before them to protect innocents and hold onto what scraps of their culture that were left. That, to their limited knowledge, believed themselves to be the very last of their kind. Children who bore the weight of bringing justice to the deaths of thousands of their kin, not through revenge, but through the restoration of peace. Who in the fight towards peace, had to once again become weapons instead of peacemakers.
Of them training padawans when they were technically still padawans themselves. Who had to teach what broken pieces of their culture that they could still remember, because they were still learners when they stopped learning. Who taught in the middle of surviving in a galaxy that was out to get them on all sides. Whose padawans never got the chance to go to Ilum, or see the Temple on Coruscant, or bond with other padawans, or any other experience that should've been theirs by birthright.
If I think about it for too long my brain stops working and I cry.
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lil marylily sketch bc i love them very much <3
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riyo-soka · 2 months
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The fondness in Rex’s voice when he talks about Anakin in rebels kills me every fucking time. Does he know. Does he know the general he served under survived order 66 because he was never a target. Does he know his own brothers in the 501st marched on the Jedi temple at Skywalker’s command. Does he know the man he would follow into hell without hesitation helped create the hell he lived through at the end of the clone wars
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