#lightpilot

[cawsceries]

yeah i have work to do. yeah im drawing gay people instead of doing it…

[reeveskryze]

Space wives and their son on a mission to find their adult children

[thegirlsinthecity]

They’re gay your honor

[loreensdarling]

sabine learns knitting and gifts shin ugly christmas sweaters and she's so proud of them that shin doesn't dare criticize them.

hera and ahsoka thinks it's hilarious-- until sabine hands them their own ugly christmas sweaters with such a big smile that they can't say no.

jacen gets an ugly sweater as well but he just loves it so much, his older sister made his new favourite piece of clothing.

ezra thinks it's incredibly funny and wants to make fun of ahsoka and hera, but a few days later he too gets an ugly sweater and sabine is so happy that everyone just loves her ugly sweaters.

(oh, and chopper gets one as well) (sabine even makes sweaters for bo-katan and the armorer)

[armoralor]

@sapphicsparkles pointed out the change in beads between Ahsoka's outfits and I am choosing to believe Jacen made her the new one to replace what was lost in the water. He spent the day she was unconscious collecting all the little smooth rocks he could find, and with Chopper's help, strung together a new belt braid. Jacen didn't want her to be sad over losing her old one, plus now he and Hera will always be with her!

[julesdraws]

oh no.. i have been plagued by fluff... the domestic bliss and little gentle kisses have poisoned my brain... oh maker how will i ever recover...

[spaceprincessleia]

Ahsoka Week 2023 | Day 4: Coming home (@starwarspathfinders) After their first kiss, Ahsoka panicked, and disappeared on Hera - until she came to her senses, and the two of them reunited. Art by aarual (Commissioned by me & shared with permission)

[asyouwishnerfherder]

| ahsoka and hera | ep 5 ahsoka | final piece

[flickerintwilights]

the sabine-ahsoka-hera dynamic in episode 2 feels like two married women and their adopted daughter and wow. literally it’s all there. the silent communicative looks between Ahsoka and Hera. the miscommunication from Ahsoka and Hera’s attempt to bridge the gap. ‘you’re both difficult. I always thought that made it work.’ what

[flowers-and-beskar]

[thecleverqueer]

Now, I can’t stop thinking about Ahsoka not telling Hera that Sabine went with the bad guys willingly to try to spare her from the trauma of Sabine making some dumb bone-headed decision to get her brother back… Because Ahsoka knew Hera would likely blame herself for not being there more for Sabine after losing her biological family on the night of a thousand tears.

Ahsoka is so, so soft when it comes to Hera. Argh.

[general-hera]

Hera: *banging a pen on the table out of frustration*

Ahsoka: Stop that! How would YOU feel if I banged you on the table?!

Hera: I—

Hera: I don’t know the correct answer to that question.

Sabine: *sitting in the corner of the room drawing* Wha- what just happened?

[raventrigonsdaughter]

Went to twitter to check something and yeah, people are feeling the married moms vibes from herasoka but somehow THERE IS ALMOST NO CONTENT ABOUT THEM, this fandom has been faster...

[theknightofivanhoe]

The Republic naval hangar was packed with activity, alien and human maintenance crew and pilots tending to X, Y and A-wing fighters and more, astromech droids with colourful markings rolling on by, tinkering with the fighters with servo arms or fitted into the sockets of their respective spacecraft. Among all this hustle and bustle, two female aliens were walking side-by-side past workers, droids and fighter crew; Hera Syndulla and Ahsoka Tano. And right now, neither was able to resist the little glances they were sending each other.

Ahsoka just couldn’t get enough of how that fleece-collared jacket so snugly fit Hera’s lithe frame, whilst enhancing the sheer authority the tall, ravishingly gorgeous Twi’lek held over her fellow Republic military. Hera herself couldn’t keep herself from blushing at the way Ahsoka’s lips would morph into cocky little smirks, her orange face wreathed with white markings beaming with a playfulness she had never truly abandoned even after what she had gone through during conflicts against the Separatists and the Empire.

Something told both Republic pilot and force-wielder that the amount of times one had been eyeing the other as they walked on was increasing relentlessly. Not that they minded even the smallest bit. Twi’lek and Togruta were just itching to caress one another’s lekku, to pull at flight uniform and battle outfit, to kiss hungrily and possibly never part their rich, full lips. But right now, neither Ahsoka nor Hera could do any of these, not in the midst of all these people and droids around them. Boots clicking briskly across the floor, the deprivation left them simply starved for contact, yearning to sate the temptations tugging at them both physically and emotionally.

It was Ahsoka who quickly looked around herself, checking for any pilot or mechanic who might notice her and tuning into her Force sensitivity just to be sure. Now could be the right moment, so she decided to chance it.

Once they had reached a somewhat less-crowded part of the hangar, Ahsoka homed in on Hera, her round, plump derrière bulging under her orange bodysuit like a pair of ripe meilooruns clear in her sights and made her move. In one swift whoosh, Ahsoka gave Hera a quick, sharp smack on the bottom!

‘WHAP!’

The sting of Ahsoka’s hand on Hera’s buttocks made her gasp and freeze mid-walk, her face turning as hot as an overloaded power converter! She turned to Ahsoka with her mouth agape in pure shock, the Togruta gleefully smirking back at her with her eyes twinkling wickedly. After a second (or two) of this paralysis, her bum stinging from that slap, Hera felt her lips tugging at the edges. Next she and Ahsoka ended up bursting into fits of giggles, their laughter now impossible to suppress for much longer. The two looked away as they tried with all their might to compose themselves, but at this point, it was like water falling from a collapsed dam. A military hangar was by far a less-than-appropriate place to perform such intimate gestures, and Hera knew she could easily call Ahsoka out on this. But she didn’t, grinning back at the Togruta who still wore a smirk of unapologetic mischief. Even Ahsoka knew that neither she nor the Twi’lek general could deny just how much they relished the scandalousness of that slap she had dared to do. Not wanting to raise any suspicions, the two resumed their journey through the hangar even as they attempted to wrestle down their grins and sniggering. Apart from some brief turning of heads from pilots or mechanics walking past, it did seem to Ahsoka and Hera that they might have - just might have - got away with that little prank. As far as Ahsoka could see, Kanan, Force rest his soul, had always been on to something with Hera, in more ways than one…

[kalevalakryze]

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I'm really excited about this one so I'm gonna share my fav little interaction!

“I have heard much about you, Lady Wren,” The Armorer started after a pregnant pause permeated the air around them. 

Sabine shifted the weight of an unpainted beskar pauldron in her hand, staring at the glint of the lights in the reflection. “Hopefully not all bad,” The violet haired woman didn’t look up, though she could see The Armorer reflected in the metal. 

“Mandalorian; you are a Mandalorian. Through the good times and the bad,” The Armorer moved to take. “Through peace and through war,”

“When has there ever been peace?” 

There was a sound from the vocoder, almost like a warm chuckle, distorted through the crackling sound. “Tell me, Lady Wren,” The woman reached to take the pauldron from her hands and set it back aside. Sabine’s breath caught in her throat as the woman’s hand reached out again, though she did not touch, gloved fingertips just an inch from the kar’ta at the top of her chest plate. “How do you keep your heart?”

Sabine’s jaw locked as her eyes focused on the strip of metal, high up on The Armorer’s chest, keeping her heart in place. “Pain only makes us stronger, I had to hold on tight,”

“The hottest fires forge the strongest steel,” The Armorer agreed, her hand dropping as she studied the younger Mandalorian’s heart, threatening to break free from the protection around it. “When you keep it under the fires too long, however-” Her hand raised once more to press into the metal, it gave quickly under her touch. “It becomes malleable, harder and harder to forge into protection over time,”

Sabine when The Armorer just pops her heart out of her chest: 

[armoralor]

Hera Syndulla x Ahsoka Tano ✰ inspired by these iconic lesbian posts (x x x) ✰ reminder that T*RFs can fuck off, only interact if you love trans & nb women ❤️