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backtothefuturefan88 · 6 months ago

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I’m back with an another redesign of Ahsoka Tano; this time it’s her second padawan outfit (season 3-5).

I drew her markings on her face and Lekku (which I did make longer) to match a little more to how she looks in Rebels; I didn’t like how different she looked in Rebels originally, but the design has kinda grown on me.

I kept her Akul teeth, purple sash that hangs from her belt, and black eyes from Shaak Ti’s original concept design, but changed her jewelry slightly from my first design.

I wanted to give her robes that were more similar to traditional Jedi robes compared to her original outfit, but changed to the sleeves to be a cut open design and her skirt splits at the sides to allow more movement.

The piece that hangs from her belt is from concept art for Shaak Ti.

Her belt is based off of Obi-Wan’s with two lightsaber clips next to each other, but I added her original yellow belt clip, and a pack in the back that Fives has when he becomes a Arc Trooper; I also added a chain with Anooba teeth that hangs from the belt that she kept as trophy for surviving the Citadel.

The last thing I added was the Clone Armor. The chest piece has the Jedi symbol on her right hand side, and a pattern of the holes in her armbands from her original outfit.

The boots have the diamond pattern her leggings have from her original outfit.

And lastly I added different aurebesh names across her armor; I encourage you to translate them.

I’m really happy with design! I think I like it more than my first one.

What do you think of this one?

And should I redesign Ahsoka’s other outfits?

I probably will, but what do you guys think?

(Part 3 👇)

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property-of-sevika · 2 months ago

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Smoking Hot

I had a choice on whether to go to the gym that’s close to my house or go to the one that Sevika goes to.

It wasn’t a hard choice.

I just had to walk 6 extra blocks which ironically was like working out before and after I go work out… so I could see the woman who’s stuck in my head.

My heart always beats so fast when I approach that gym. I'm mentally getting ready for Sevika’s gun show. She’s so muscular and I never saw her wear a shirt with sleeves. She’s beyond confident and that works for her. I recently decided that cockiness wasn’t hot on anyone but her. She watches herself workout in the mirror when she’s alone. I’ve seen her smirk in the mirror before. Just so pleased with the view… I can’t blame her. I'm pleased too. I suppose I'm in denial that I’m kind of a stalker… A nice, sweet, smart, funny, awesome, super dope stalker at least.

I noticed that every once in a while she’ll be a spotter for a group of younger goons who work for Silco. I figured keeping them in shape is a way to protect herself in the long run. All that “stalking” gave me info to put the story together.

One time, I saw her kick a loud, obnoxious big guy out of the gym and I know she doesn’t even work there. Then she strutted back to the area the goons were at, sat down on a bench, and then sparked a blunt right there in the gym. She only smoked a few puffs and then put it out, but WOWWW she’s ballsy. I wonder what provoked that whole situation in the first place…

Honestly, thinking I’m some sort of stalker is cringe and cowardly so it’s time I talk to her today. No more guessing what is going on with her.

As I approached the door I quickly put my plan together. I will first see what kind of workout she’ll be doing and then go do some exercise next to her. After that I’ll go with the flow and make a move at the first chance. But ummm what’s my move? Uhhhh too late I’m here.

As I stepped into the bustling gym, the rhythmic sound of weights clinking filled the air. Among the sea of focused faces, my heart skipped a beat as I spotted my crush across the room. She was alone, engrossed in her workout, grunting with her muscles glistening with sweat under the fluorescent lights.

I’m so happy she is actually here!

I mustered the courage to approach, exchanging a shy smile as I passed by. Our eyes met for a second but I kept it moving … even though her eyes are super beautiful, I didn’t want to embarrass myself by staring. Although I wouldn’t mind looking at her all day and night.

I chose a barbell bench press next to her. I sat my water down on the floor and stretched my arms. To tell the truth, I’m in pretty good shape myself… got most of my fit looks from running around on the streets and roofs in Zhaun. Half the time it was out of necessity because this area tends to be rough. I’ve had to run from all kinds of jerks my whole life so staying in shape was a must.

Anyway, I felt like Sevika was watching me out of the corner of my eye. I fixed my eyes on the mirror as I pushed up my sleeves, flexed, and shook my arms, loosening up and honestly trying to shake off the nerves.

Sevika was so close right now. Seems like she had gotten at least a foot closer!

I “casually” glanced at her when she was putting down a free weight she was doing bicep curls with.

She didn’t see me peek at her that time. Jeez, she's attractive. Her posture exudes confidence. She has such a strong, athletic physique, with defined muscles that showcase her dedication to fitness. Her waist is trim while her thick legs are powerful and sculpted from years of training. A smile uncontrollably appears on my face.

…Don’t be a stalker…

I set up my weights and sat on the bench. In my head I’m psyching myself up to lift them … I now have to face a taunting afterthought of regret for making them heavy to show off. Can’t make it lighter at this point.

So, instead of jumping right into it I do more stretches. I bend my fingers and then shrug my shoulders in circles.

Suddenly I’m hyper-aware of every tiny movement I’m making and worried it looks awkward. I’m trying to act cool, but my mind keeps racing, thinking about how to look more composed. My stomach flips, and I can’t help but to glance at her in the mirror reflection again. To my surprise her eyes were fixed on me! In autopilot mode, I smiled as a way of acknowledging her, saying hi with no words, and she knowingly grinned back. Even that small interaction feels immense, and I get a mix of excitement and nervous energy coursing through me. Butterflies are going absolutely crazy in my stomach.

…I hope that wasn’t weird! Ugh…

Out of panic, I just grabbed the bar and started my workout. In no time my arms get tired fast and I pumped slower and slower as my muscles fatigued. The struggle was real. It felt like I was making ugly faces while straining to get the heavy bar back on the stand.

… come on arms!!! …

All of a sudden the weights got lighter and loud metal on metal clanking indicated the bar was back in a safe position.

My surprise hero spoke, “Looked like you needed a little help there. I’ll spot you. Do it again in 2 minutes.” Sevika’s smoky voice was music to my ears. She stunned me and pretty much saved me from whatever disaster I was about to cause in front of everyone.

I sat up quickly and turned to look at her, “thank you! Wow! Thank you for real! I… I umm” I didn’t know what to say and she put her hand up to stop me from explaining.

“2 minutes,” she nodded and spun on her heel to head back to her own weights.

Those two minutes contained the most exciting streak of anticipation and relief of my life. I massaged my arms and prepared for the next set. She had given me a new wave of confidence and enthusiasm.

And most of all the ice had been broken.

And it was easy because I wasn’t the one who had to do it.

My crush stood next to me and did her set in the mirror… frequently looking at me in the reflection with reassurance and authority… almost like she was checking on me.

As she stepped back over to my bench I got into position on my back and gripped the bar. She stood close and examined my body. Without hiding it, her eyes raked over me.

She reached out over me and lightly touched my stomach, “brace your core,” she asserted, then gracefully ran the tips of her fingers up my arms and said, “breathe out when you push up.”

The odd urge to completely obey her took over and I complied immediately with a soft, “ok.”

As I began, I looked up at her and she watched me like a hawk in the mirror reflection. She looked so tall from this angle. This view of her towering over me above my head is actually very hot! Her jaw line is delectable! Her body’s curves and muscles are astounding.

My mind was about to slip into the gutter but she interjects, “don’t rush.” She gently guides the bar to get me going at the correct speed.

Her words “don’t rush” repeat in my mind… creating borders to my workout as well as my dirty thoughts.

I focused and completed my set perfectly with her guidance.

This time when I sat up we spoke for a moment. This cordial conversation, giving our names, fitness goals of the gym day, and pointing out our favorite gym equipment was very natural and gratifying.

I knew from that point on I could always say hi and talk to her when I saw her there.

Then right back to her undaunted nature, she winked and declared herself my “favorite trainer” and went back to her impressive workout next to me.

I can’t tell if she was flirting but the fact that I couldn’t tell revved me up and was satisfying enough. She wasn’t mean or cold at all. She seemed to genuinely care and was quite charming in real life.

The rest of my workout was strategically placed in her vicinity so Sevika could randomly jump in and give me advice or spot me again.

I can’t explain how good it felt to lock eyes in the mirror and be able to smile at her without feeling like a stalker anymore.

With each glance, the connection grew stronger, igniting a spark that lingered long after our workouts ended.

Later, I saw when she came out of the locker room and scanned the room looking for me. Our eyes met yet again and she came over to me at the front desk.

As she made her way over to me all I could think was how lucky I was.

She took my hand in hers and professed, “good workout, I’m glad we got to meet. I hope you’ll be back.”

I told her while trying not to smile too hard, “I actually just extended my membership! So yes, I’ll definitely be back! And I want to thank you again for helping me today. You definitely are my new favorite trainer!” We laughed a little bit at that and I continued, “seriously, you gave me some important advice… I’m really happy we finally met. And… umm I’m just thankful…because I wanted … you’re so… I just…”

She could clearly tell I was getting flustered so she interrupted, “Ayeeee don’t worry about it. It was my pleasure but let’s just say… you owe me.” She gave me a devious smile and a flirty eyebrow waggle.

Oh god yes! I can give you anything you want! I’m over hiding my desperate desire for her. My heart raced as I looked deep in her eyes and I bit my lip.

I suggestively responded, “my pleasure.”

The moment she realizes I’m flirting with her, her face lights up with a soft, surprised smile, her eyes widening just a bit as the playful energy between us becomes clear. There's a spark of excitement in her gaze.

She leaned closer to me and her reply to my comment was smug and a little quieter, “literally.”

Amidst the clatter of machines and the thumping of music, I realized that the gym wasn't just a place for physical fitness—it was where hearts collided and new beginnings unfolded.

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