#star wars collaboration

[lightspringrain]

"Return From Darkness" chapter 4 panels created by the lovely @collophora . We worked super hard on chapter 4 and chapter 5 panels! Collophora was kind enough to let me collaborate with her and paint the lighting for some of them. Hopefully my lighting skills are worthy of her amazing lineart. Much <3

(I was supposed to blur Phee's face but I didn't want to mess with the line work. So I kept it intact.)

[del-ightful]

Some french artists friends and I did a little thingy in honor of The Bad Batch Finale and May the 4th.

I can’t begin to express how much I love the Batch and Star Wars and how this fandom, and the people I bonded with and meet in it, makes my life better. So thank you Star Wars, thank you The Bad Batch and May the Force be with you all, always.

Tech by @/kiwi_commando on IG

Echo by me

Batcher & Omega by @elainecreations

Wrecker by @/natach0uille on IG

Hunter by @/green_chu on IG

Crosshair by @/lizziepeasyyy on IG

Please go show those beloved artists the love they deserve!!!! ❤️

[corvidscreams]

Back again with art for This AU (as written by the lovely @iwishtocountthestars), specifically art for “Intermission”. A lovely little peak at Obi-Wans adjustment period and the turmoil within his lineage.

[rentadal]

Taking Note

My piece for the DinLuke Big Bang 2023, based on Taking Note by @tastytaboo. Their work it's sweet, romantic and funny and brilliant, go read it right now if you haven't already!

This is my first time participating in a Big Bang and a fandom event in general, so I was really nervous Luckily, Tabs got my back since the beginning, being always kind and patient and supportive, plus their story has been a real delight to illustrate, I really couldn't have asked for a better first experience I hope you'll enjoy our works too!

[shukruut]

🤑

[geschrie-sixtyne]

Me and a friend are going to make a collab but I thought of uploading it in case anyone else wanted ,(my art changes every damn drawing because I draw every month) Share and have fun with a hug from the Crosshair fool? (Tag in case of use and share)

Here I clean without the sketch so you can choose the pose you want

---Man I do what I can----(I changed the rendering of the face because it didn't convince me, Which one looks better?)

[unspuncreature]

some little creatures for your dashboard. (shhhhh, they’re sleeping!!!)

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more art

[jewishcissiekj]

Why do we hate Dave Filoni so much?

for me it's not his writing as much as his disregard for any material and story he wasn't personally in charge of, erasing and making worse soooo many good Legends things to fit his shows, and ignoring and blatantly retconning actual canon stories that weren't in his shows. I also strongly dislike his approach to storytelling, especially with The Clone Wars and Ahsoka. He was in charge of many upsetting creative choices that piss people off. while I don't like him at all I and I do understand that he was actually responsible for a lot of bullshit I do still think he's someone to put the blame on and we love putting the blame on particular people. also he has bad vibes

[kybercrystals94]

Then & Now

Read here on Ao3!

ANGST-PRIL 2024 | DAY 3 | PROMPT 3: BROKEN HEARTED 

RATED: T | WORDS: 1109 | SUMMARY: Crosshair tells Omega about Mayday. | CHARACTER FOCUS: Crosshair, Omega

“What happened?” Omega asks. 

Crosshair doesn’t move, doesn’t shift his gaze to the child sitting behind the grate of his cell door. He keeps his focus on the ceiling above him, where the light has a barely discernible flicker. “What do you mean, what happened?” he asks, hoping that the venom in his tone will make her recant the question. 

But he isn’t surprised when she only clarifies, “Why did you turn against the Empire?” 

Omega has been nothing if not persistent these past few weeks, regularly sneaking her way down to talk to him. She does most of the talking, while he pretends he’s not listening, and wonders if she will take the hint and stay away.

To his frustration, Omega takes the hint and blatantly ignores it. 

“It doesn’t matter,” Crosshair growls.

Omega shifts so that she is kneeling in front of the door, facing him full on. “It must’ve been something terrible. You seemed so sure on Kamino.” 

They let him die. The unspoken words taste bitter, so he verbalizes something less distasteful. “It pains me to say that Hunter was right. We are nothing but a number to them. Disposable. You’ve seen the labs here.”

The kid frowns. “Realizing Hunter was right doesn’t put you in a cell,” she observes. 

“I already told you, it doesn’t matter,” Crosshair tells her. 

“It matters to me.” 

“Why?” 

“Because you’re my brother,” Omega states. “What happens to you – what happened to you – matters.”

An infinite number of retorts line up Crosshair’s throat. Awful, horrid things that he is sure will finally drive Omega away, make her hate him the way he deserves. Keep her safe the way she deserves. Safe from him. Safe from attachment and familial duty. 

But not a single one of them comes out. 

“His name was Mayday.” 

Omega is quiet for a moment. “What happened to him?” 

“He died.” 

Another meaningful pause. “The Empire killed him?” 

“They couldn’t waste precious medical supplies on a disposable meat droid,” Crosshair snaps. Blistering rage burns glacial in his veins. “So I killed the officer who stood by and watched him die.” Crosshair turns his head to look at Omega, who stares back with wide eyes. “That’s what happened. That’s why I’m here.” 

He hates the sympathy that washes over Omega’s transparent expression. He does not want her pity or her love. He wants her to leave him alone. 

Funny, isn’t it? How these clones around you keep disappearing?

“Go,” Crosshair says, turning away. “I don’t want you to come back.” 

He can feel Omega watching him, hear that she hasn’t moved away. Finally, she sighs, a long-suffering exhale that sounds too much like Hunter. “I know you think you’re protecting me, but I will come back, Crosshair. I won’t let you be alone again.” 

Crosshair waits until he knows she’s gone before he releases a shaky breath. He rubs harshly at his eyes. He hasn’t cried for Mayday. He won’t cry now. 

<<>><<>><<>><<>><<>><<>>

They’ve been in hyperspace for a couple hours now. 

Crosshair sits on the floor of the main hold, Batcher’s head in his lap while he strokes the hound’s smooth, leathery skin. He listens to the rumble of his brothers’ voices in the cockpit, Omega’s melodic voice occasionally chiming in. He imagines this is what it was like before, when the Batch first got Omega. In all the time he has known her, even before he liked or cared or… loved her, Omega has always had something to say, something to contribute. He remembers it annoyed him, but the emotion attached to the memory feels foreign and ugly. He hates that it used to be that way, but he cannot deny that it was. 

It was the chip, he reminds himself. After that, his own stubbornness butting up against Omega’s persistence. Regret constricts around the muscle in his chest, memories of the cruel and harsh words he’d used on Tantiss to push Omega away. He can’t remember exactly when he’d given up the effort, resigning to be talked at relentlessly until it became something he ached for. When she’d go days without coming to his cell, he began to worry for her, straining to hear the light tread of her footsteps. 

Those familiar light steps approach him now, but Crosshair doesn’t look up at his sister when she stops in front of him. 

“You look comfy,” Omega says. 

“Yeah, the floor of a ship is luxurious,” Crosshair retorts. 

“I was talking to Batcher,” Omega responds, deadpan. 

Crosshair rolls his eyes, but smirks in spite of himself. 

Omega moves to slide down next to him. “You’ve been quiet since we left the base.” 

“Unlike some people, I don’t feel the need to talk constantly.”

“Fine. You’ve been quieter than usual. Happy?” 

“Ecstatic.” 

Omega turns so that she’s leaning her back against his arm, head tipped against his shoulder. “Is that where you met Mayday?” 

Crosshair stiffens, his hand freezing in place on Batcher’s head. He swallows. He could try to lie, or at the very least, brush the question off. Seconds of indecision tick by, Omega patiently waiting Crosshair out. She’ll know if he lies. 

“Yes,” Crosshair mutters at last. 

Omega hums. “I saw the helmets. Hunter said he saw you picking them up.” 

When did he tell you that? Crosshair wants to demand, but the question catches in his throat, giving Omega time to continue uninterrupted. 

“I’m sorry for what happened there,” she says, softly. “It must have been hard to go back.” 

Crosshair shrugs, purposely jostling Omega’s head resting against him, making her huff. “It is what it is,” he tells her. 

“Tell me about him?” The question is gently put, a small voice guarded for rejection. 

Crosshair sighs. “There’s not much to tell. I didn’t know him for long.” 

“Long enough to care about him,” Omega says. 

“Hmmm,” Crosshair concedes. He hesitates a moment before saying, “I guess he reminded me of our brothers...”

Omega nods, head bumping against his arm. 

“There was an avalanche,” Crosshair continues, voice low, throat tight. “We were both injured, but Mayday had the worst of it. He…” Crosshair swallows. “He wanted me to leave him behind, said he wouldn’t make it. He was right, in the end, but I tried anyway. We got to the base, but they wouldn’t help him.”  

Omega reaches back, her fingers finding his hand and wrapping around it. Her grip tightens. He squeezes back. 

“I wish I could have met him,” Omega whispers, and Crosshair knows she means it. 

Blinking back the burning sensation that suddenly impairs his vision, Crosshair mutters, “Me too.”

He hasn’t cried for Mayday. 

He won’t cry now. 

END

Wow! Already to day 3 of Angst-pril, and my time has come to join the collaboration alongside @the-little-moment & @just-here-with-my-thoughts!

(If you haven't already, you NEED to go read their stories for the prompts Homesick and Frozen!!!)

My next prompt is: "This isn't going to work."

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[mariocki]

Michael Craze pops up as Vince Kelly, a teenage runaway from a borstal centre, in Gideon's Way: Boy With Gun (1.23, ITC, 1966)

[wixiany]

Team #5 - Tied

@codywanreversebang​ is here! @nhyhu​ created 3 beautiful art pieces for our fic, and me, @insertmeaningfulusername​, and @embeanwrites​ wrote each one part - the before, the during and the aftermath. We can't wait for you all to see and read it! ♥

Summary:

Qui-Gon is gone and Obi-Wan, freshly promoted to a Jedi Knight, needs to take care of a Padawan of his own, but doubts and insecurities plague him. Elsewhere in the galaxy, Cody and his brothers are struggling through rigorous training on the water planet of Kamino.

They meet and start working together once the Clone Wars begin. They steal comfortable and quiet moments with each other, slowly working their way towards more than just a friendship between Commander and General. But the war is relentless. In a skirmish, Cody is fatally injured. Obi-Wan reaches deep into the Force and into himself to change Cody’s fate, and in doing so, a powerful Force bond is created.

Now, they will have to navigate the war and their growing affection alongside an as of yet unprecedented bond.

or: Obi-Wan and Cody's journeys before and throughout the war and their relationship (in 3 parts)

Find the fanfic here!

The first stunning art by @nhyhu​:

[inexplicablymine]

Henry honorable Senator of Naboo

for @hypnostheory’s work “wanting me dead has really brought you two together”

[bluewizard1]

@littlekhada Dude on the survey it asked what character you would like to see as a DLC fighter next season and my retarded put down Grand Admiral Thrawn

[corvidscreams]

My friend @iwishtocountthestars wrote this fic "Finding Obi-Wan" (actually a whole series) which means there MUST be art about something so self indulgent for me specifically.

[short-wooloo]

Transformers Collaborative Star Wars Mandalorian N-1 Starfighter

[awittylemon]

this came to me in a dream