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[kyberchai]

Plo Koon, little Ahsoka & Wolffe in a fantasy AU for @hissmycookies for the @jedifest Alien April event! I had a lot of fun doing this, hope you like it! 

[pileofsith]

Ahsoka Tano - Blooming Within

Iris = warmth of affection, faith, valour, wisdom, inspiration Jasmine = amiability, grace, elegance Forget-me-not = love and memories Peony = honour and compassion

Done for the art exchange for Alien April over at @jedifest , for @conniferusblack!

[princely-affairs]

“There will be storms, child There will be storms And with each tempest You will seem to stand alone Against cruel winds

But with time, the rage and fury Shall subside And when the sky clears You will find yourself Clinging to someone You would have never known But for storms.” (Storms,Margie DeMerell)   @jedifest

for @thinkingheron, Prompt: Lil’ Ahsoka is unused to Coruscant weather and scared, but Plo Koon is there to help her

[rebekahs-art]

Savage and Asajj for @high-prince-vanity

Prompt: Rain.

( @jedifest )

[deer-head-xiris]

My piece done for the @jedifest Star Wars Fling Exchange! My secret recipient was @guardian-of-hope, hope you like it!!

[padawanlost]

@jedifest‘s December Drabbles 2017 | for @shadowsong26x

Obi-wan arrives at the Jedi Temple after a mission to find his Padawan missing. Terrified of disappointing his recently deceased Master, he goes on a wild chase around the Temple to find Anakin Skywalker. Despite getting no help from his fellow Jedi, who only shake their heads at him in silent disapproval, the young knight remains determined to find the small boy. Obi-wan finally finds his young padawan huddled in one of the Temple towers admiring the miraculous rain falling over their home. Once the excitement of moment is past – after Anakin promises to never disappear again and Obi-wan’s silently promises to never to let any harm come to his boy again – both lay beneath a large glass window to together admire Anakin Skywalker’s first rainstorm.

[shadowmaat]

Different

Prompt of the Day:  Chewbacca, R2-D2, C-3PO, BB-8 -  Introspective on their feeling  on being an alien/a droid. prompt from: @readerofmuch

I decided to go with Chewie. I’ve never written him before, so that was an added challenge. Hope I got him right. :)

Chewbacca followed his nose to the row of food stalls in the local market. People moved out of his way. They always did. Some even grabbed their younglings out of their way. As if he would ever harm a child. Han had always told him not to let it get to him, but it was hard, sometimes, especially when he saw looks of awe and delight turn to fear and confusion as over-protective guardians snatched their charges close, whispering about “dangerous” and “violent.” Sure, Chewbacca could be dangerous and violent when the situation called for it, but most of the time he was just like everyone else: only trying to get somewhere.

Right now that place happened to be a place selling skewers of meat. Spices burned in his nose, making his mouth water.

<<”I’ll have three skewers of the Karkan rebene, please,”>> he growled.

The stall-runner, a wrinkled human with slicked-down hair, scowled up at him.

��Can ya say it again in Basic?”

Chewbacca bit back a sigh. It was the same everywhere he went. It wasn’t as if Wookiees were an unknown species, and since the fall of the Empire more of his people had taken to venturing out among the stars, but other species never bothered to learn their language and didn’t seem to care that Basic was almost impossible to pronounce due to the shape of the Wookiee palate. 

Once upon a time he’d considered investing in a portable translator, but life with Han Solo was- had been- rough, and while some translators were designed to be durable they’d never have lasted through their adventures. 

Reeling in his thoughts before he could be lost to the grief of his missing friend again, he pointed at the blurry picture on the menu.

<<“This,”>> he grunted. <<“Three.”>> He held up three fingers.

The human stepped back, still squinting at him. “Three of tha Special? Fine. That’ll be 30 cred.”

<<”Thirty?”>> He pointed at the sign again. <<”According to this is should be twenty four!”>>

The human stepped back again and raised his hands. “Look,” they said, raising their voice. “I dun want any trouble, yeah? I’m a legitimate businessman, here!”

People were starting to look their way. The hair on his ruff started to bristle. The last thing he needed right now was some kind of confrontation. All he wanted was a little lunch!

<<”Fine,”>> he snarled, reaching into his pouch. He did his best not to roll his eyes as the neighboring stall owners gasped. He pulled out the correct number of credits and slammed them on the counter, making the whole booth rattle.

The human flinched then lunged to snatch up the credits, counting them. Another small insult. Chewbacca was regretting the impulse that had made him stop here, but he was getting sick of porg and ration bars.

“Thank you, sir or madam.” The human smirked at him. “Your order will be right up.”

Sir or madam. He kept his growl quiet as he stepped aside to wait. It wasn’t that hard to tell them apart, but most people- regardless of species- seemed to bother. Humans just happened to be among the worst offenders. This human in particular seemed to be doing his best to anger him. Once upon a time maybe he’d even have let his temper get the best of him, but now? It just wasn’t worth it.

He realized he could feel something tugging on his leg and looked down. A human youngling with dark skin clung to him with one fist, the other was jammed into its mouth. Wide brown eyes stared up at him.

<<”Where did you come from, little one?”>> He kept his voice soft, glancing around him for the youngling’s minder. His height might make him stand out in a crowd like this, but now it was an advantage. He could see a brightly-colored figure arrowing towards him through the crowd and tensed, hoping he wasn’t about to have yet another confrontation.

<<“I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t realize I had-”>>

“Gial Aguilar,” the woman hissed, “what have I told you about accosting strangers?”

“Mrblmph?” Gial said, drooling around his fist.

“I’m so sorry, sir,” the woman shook her head. “My son has the bad habit of slipping away. If I didn’t know better I’d swear he was half tooka.”

<<“That’s okay,”>> Chewbacca said, making an effort to sound as friendly as possible. <<“At least he isn’t hurt.”>>

“Oh, he’ll be hurting plenty once he realizes he isn’t getting sweets for a week.” The mother, whose tone briefly reminded him of Leia, pried Gial’s fingers out of Chewbacca’s leg hair and picked him up.

<<“Wait, you understand me?”>> Chewbacca’s nostrils flared in surprise.

Dark eyes, the same shade as Gial’s, softened as they looked at him. “Some merchants understand the value of putting in extra effort to help a customer.” She leaned in and Chewbacca tilted his head to listen.

“If you want my advice, the next time you’re in the mood for skewers, you should try Ramsee’s, three stalls down and over. Fresh meat and reasonably priced.”

He glanced in the direction indicated, making a note of it. Chances were, he wouldn’t be back here again, but it always paid to remember, just in case.

<<“Thank you. I didn’t get your-”>>

“Hey, ya want these or not? I ain’t got all day.”

The stall-runner shoved three smoking skewers at him. By the time Chewbacca was able to negotiate the handoff of his lunch, Gial and his mother were long gone. He sighed, making his way back through the crowd. In this universe it was easy to be cynical, but it didn’t mean there weren’t good people, too. Sometimes they were just better at hiding.

[amilynh]

Joy in the Chase

Written as a treat for @jedifest December Drabbles 2017.  Prompt: Ahsoka Tano, laughter. 250 words.

***

Plo Koon had, like all Jedi Masters, served every function in the Temple.

He'd taught methods of meditation, trained younglings, drilled lightsaber forms, prepared trainees for Initiate Trials, and taken on Padawans.

His true expertise, however, was reconnaissance and tactical planning.

No mission had tested his creativity as fully as this trip back from Shili, entertaining one so active.

With the motion of a finger, he bounced the colorful stone across the cargo bay.  Again.

The tiny girl chased after it, peals of laughter ringing off the deck plates.

She grabbed at the stone.  He scooted it away, and she giggled again, then pounced on it, rather like a tooka.  Still laughing, she ran to him, clambered into his lap, and held up the stone.

"Mast-Plo!  Again!"  She threw the stone into the air.

He sent the stone loop-de-loop through the air.  The bottom of its arc passed just above little Ahsoka's head and she toddled and ran and jumped like any child chasing a butterfly.

She jumped--higher than she had shown yet she could--and he felt ripples in the Force.

Yes, this child would be a formidable Jedi.

Her giggles were pure glee, exaggerated with each bounce's exhale as she skipped across the hold.  "Mast-Plo, again!"

The Temple could use this kind of unfettered joy, too, he thought.

He twirled the stone up in a spiral and let it roll as if down a gravity well.

Ahsoka ran in circles and her shrieks of laughter echoed through the Force.

*~***~***~*

[jedifest]

here is my submission for my december drabble 2017! my prompt was padme, empress

@avada-matata creates for @cystemic

[fuckachu5]

Prompt: Ahsoka after leaving the Jedi “Tell me who it is that I am”

For @okaynextcrisis in the @jedifest Alienapril challenge.

Some of the songs I listened to were Dust in the Wind by Kansas and Dance to Another Tune by First Aid Kit. (I actually made a playlist on deezer because that’s what I usually do to get me in the right mood, so if anyone wants to know the songs on it hmu)

[okadiah]

Prompt: Thrawn “Unexpected Art”

Stocking prompt for @jedifest‘s December Drabble Prompts. All completed prompts can be found bundled up in my December Bonbons fic on Ao3.

Enjoy!

Thrawn studied the painting on the wall and could not, for the briefest instant, remember where he was or what he was doing. The sensation faded as quickly as it had arrived, but even now that he recalled himself and the gala around him once again, his eyes remained locked on the art. He traced its clean lines and elegant curves. There was no space wasted. Every color was deeply considered and design perfectly placed.

It took his breath away.

“Ah. I thought you might like this one,” Colonel Yularen said as he stepped next to Thrawn to study the painting as well. “It’s subtle, but it stands out. A bit like you.”

“Indeed,” Thrawn said, letting his eyes catch on every detail, soaking the painting in like a man returning home after a long time away. “Where did the curator find such a piece? Do they know where it came from?”

“I have no idea,” Yularen admitted. “Probably some backwater world out in the reaches of Wild Space. It’s compelling though, I will admit. But if this caught your eye, I must show you the Faimoriane centerpiece in the next room.”

“I will be there in a moment, Colonel,” Thrawn said as he continued to gaze at the painting, reluctant to leave. “I’m not quite done with this one.”

“Suit yourself.”

Yularen’s voice faded into the general static of the gala around him, but within Thrawn’s mind, only silence existed as he stared at the only Chiss touch he’d seen in the years of his exile. How this painting, small and simple as it was, came to be here of all places, Thrawn had no idea.

But it was here. And he silently appreciated it more than any other being here ever would.

[hermitmoss]

Obi-wan, Anakin, & Ahsoka - Modern AU, “home”

for @jedifest‘s december drabble prompt

“Feet off the table,” said Obi-wan automatically, entering the sitting room with a half-empty mug of tea, and Anakin added his own feet in protest, ignoring his brother’s exasperated groan in favour of high-fiving the teen who sat next to him.

“I’ve always got your back, Snips,” he informed her seriously, and she doubled over with laughter, ombre-dyed braids falling from her back to round her sides.

Obi-wan set his mug down on a nearby shelf and folded his arms, looking pointedly at the vintage clock (Anakin’s restoration of a lucky junk store find) and giving them a stern look.  “By always, you mean ‘until your adoptive father arrives to pick you up in five minutes’, Ahsoka.”

“Shi – uh, darn, really?” asked Anakin, twisting to look at the clock, and Ahsoka laughed again and threw a pillow at him.

“The clock isn’t working, genius!”

He pivoted back to fix her with a glare.  “Yes it is – I fixed it yesterday.”

Before Ahsoka could reply, there was a knock at the door, and Obi-wan shot them both an even more smug than usual look before going to open it.  “Good evening Plo, do come on in.  No, no, she’s been no trouble at all.”

“Hear that, Skyguy?” she smirked, discreetly taking Obi-wan’s mug down from the shelf and hiding it under a cushion on the way to hug her father, “I’ve been perfectly well behaved.”

[redrikki]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: Rebels, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hera Syndulla & Ahsoka Tano Characters: Hera Syndulla, Ahsoka Tano Additional Tags: Spies & Secret Agents Summary:

In light of the intel from Gorse, Hera and Ahsoka rethink mission protocols while putting on a show for the ISB agent watching them.

[letitrainathousandflames-archive]

Rain (A Finn Drabble)

First she poked her hand out of the roof’s covering, flinching back with a small startled scream. She looked around to see if anybody could see her, but I was hiding behind one of the large columns sustaining the base and could avoid her eyes. BB-8 made a sputtering sound just like a laughter, and Rey glared at it.

“Don’t mock me, roundy. It’s just...” she looked down at her wet hand “Rain is so odd.”

BB-8 beeped at her, and she frowned.

“Afraid? I’m not afraid! It’s just that...” she looked to the pouring rain “I’ve never seen it before.”

BB-8 rolled to her, pushing her out of the cover, and Rey stumbled forward.

“Ah! No! Stop!”

She was laughing as she took her first steps out, until the rain weighed on her hair, dripping out of her buns. Her white kimono - a gift from general Organa herself - was now drenched, sticking to her small frame and for a moment, she just stared at the sky in awe. She opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out to taste the rain, blinking away the water to then close her mouth again. She held her hands out as if she needed to keep some rain to herself, like a memento of something she would never see again. There was something almost sacred in her fascination. And then...

Her laughter was the most beautiful sound in this galaxy. She twirled, leapt and waved her arms in what was the clumsiest, most joyful, happiest impromptu dance. And unless I was seeing it wrong, the rain danced with her, drops of water floating and drawing arcs in the air. The sight was so mesmerizing I jumped out when BB-8 poked my leg, pushing me out of hiding.

“No, no, no...!” I whispered but I knew it was too late when I heard Rey’s happy, out-of-breath voice

“Finn!” she laughed, stretching out a hand to me “Finn, it’s raining!”

BB-8 kept pushing me towards her. I can’t help but laugh too, reaching for her hand too. Rey grabs my hand just like I grabbed hers back in Jakku, and I see her intentions in her eyes.

“Oh no,” I say in an attempt of a warning, still laughing “no, no...”

Rey pulls me into the rain before I can say anything else, guiding me into her overjoyed, laughter-fueled dance. I don’t remember ever feeling this happy. Rey’s stray hairs are plastered to her face, water dripping off her chin. She kicks a small puddle’s water at me and I retaliate and we cannot stop laughing. We are at war, we know it, there are battles we must still fight.

But today, just for today, we dance and play in the rain.

[corelliaxdreaming]

Wedge/Luke - “landing”

Daily Stocking drabble for @jedifest December Drabbles event, December 20th. The prompt is “Wedge Antilles(/any), landing.”

Wedge clenches his teeth as he feels his X-wing shake around him. Everything about the way the ship is moving right now feels fundamentally wrong. The battle had done a number on her: astromech nonresponsive, shield generator gone, one engine down, two stabilizers fractured. He's lucky to be alive, he knows, and he's not out of the woods yet: he still needs to limp her back to base.

“How's it going, Red Two?” Luke's voice comes over the comm, anxious.

“I'm managing, Five,” Wedge bites back as he fights the controls. “Bit busy to chat, though.”

“Copy that.”

Luke falls silent, and Wedge tries not to let his sympathy distract him. He knows very well if their situations were reversed and he were already safe on the ground, he'd be worried, too.

A gust of wind buffets the fighter, and it dips abruptly to the right and down, in the direction of the more badly damaged stabilizer. “Oh, no you don't,” Wedge grunts, jerking the nose up again. “Come on, not much farther...”

Base One comes into view in the distance, and he breathes a quick sigh of relief before setting himself to his task again. He can already see where an easier landing area has been cleared for him, a pair of ground crewmen guiding him in with glowrods.

He eases back the throttle, flips on the repulsors – and is greeted with a warning tone and a red pulse on one of his displays. The lift engines are running at sub-optimal levels, but he can't afford to be picky about that now. He can't fix them in the air, and it's only a matter of time before his fuel runs dangerously low. A bumpy landing it is.

Wedge comms in the problem, instructs the ground crew to give him some space, and receive an acknowledgment. He braces himself, cuts his thrust as close to the landing field as he can, and eases the ship down, feeling it fall more quickly than it should as the reduced repulsor power struggles under the weight.

The entire ship jars as it gracelessly impacts the tarmac, skidding across the ground before finally coming to a stop, metal whining in protest all around. Wedge lets stiff fingers drop from the stick and allows himself to smile. His ship may be a mess, but he's still in one piece.

Before he can do much of anything else, there's a knock at his canopy and he looks up to see Luke Skywalker's pale face peering in at him as he gestures frantically for Wedge to remove the barrier. Wedge pops the canopy and an instant later has a lapful of fellow pilot and Jedi-in-training.

“That,” Luke exclaims as he pulls Wedge's helmet off and sets to punctuating each word with a kiss, “Was. Amazing. You are never going to do that again.”

Wedge laughs and gets his arms around Luke, pushing him back slightly. “There was no reason to be worried. I've done this sort of thing before.”

Luke glares at him, and Wedge can see that though he's trying to play it off as teasing, part of it is genuine. He was scared.

“I'm fine,” Wedge insists gently, pulling Luke in to rest sweaty foreheads together. “And I promise I won't do it again, as long I can help it.”

“You'd better not,” Luke mutters, hands fisting in Wedge's flight suit. “Or I'll kill you myself.”

[pixiedane]

Title: Wings Artist: Little Mix Fandom: Star Wars (Clone Wars, Rebels) Summary: a celebration of the women of the animated Star Wars series and how they relate to each other

made for @jedifest prompt “Girls, Girls, Girls! + Star Wars: The Clone Wars or Rebels content!” - a companion to the liveaction version I made last year