#stwr

[wackyscreamswithraisin]

BLLAAAAGH!! Did I scare you??👹

(// unreality and ooc)⚠️👇

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[once-upon-the-earth]

we should make stars an aromantic symbol. Has anyone done that yet? Stars are so romanticised and in almost every lovestory. We should claim them just to fuck with people.

[monstermoxie]

[stwrfake]

art trade i did with a friend of mine !!!!!!

[pysoch]

I love brawl stwr and also I am emotionally unstable and incredibly inept to change

[su1yo]

stwr

[signorinajulie]

Come possiamo creare la consapevolezza che la condivisione è la soluzione alla crisi planetaria, e la nostra speranza per recuperare un mondo diviso? Il nocciolo di questa domanda è il problema degli “ismi”, che sono l’intellettualizzazione del nostro auto-compiacimento che così giustifica e normalizza la sua esistenza.

[thealmostperfectblog]

m!a/magic anon here!!!! joy star 2 eepy star 4 5 asks,,, MUAHAHAHHAHA😈😈

WHHUHH

WHAT DO YOU MEAN JOY STWR NEVER SLEEoh

Itireddddddmphsmhphh

[explosival]

I think about this peice of art so much I love it AAAHHHHHHHH SO MUCHH I LITERALLY LVOE ITTT I LOVE JUST NOT THEYRE MY FAOVIRTE TEAM AND I LOVE THE LITTLE STWRS ON BOMBYS FUSEEE JASJNJJVAKVAKDV&

[guardian-angle22]

Those icons you just reblogged are amazing but I totally get your identity crisis 😅

Also, for a second I thought it said Lone Stwr Pride Week and I was already excited for prompts 🥲🥲

[icon post here]

Right? How will people recognize me? How will I recognize myself?? I can only imagine how much of an identity crisis it would be for you since you literally have your username in yours!

People change icons all the time so it’s really not as big of a deal as I’m making it to be. Plus, I’ve joked around before about re-branding so my Paul bias is more obvious. but… on the other hand, I do have fun drawing weird little things in with R2 for different seasons, and I have a pride flag one made for June already.

Decisions are hard!

(Oooh is there a pride week event happening? I feel like I did see a post floating around for a pride thing somewhere but I could have just imagined that lol)

[lotldraws]

garfield minus garfield but it’s ezra minus thrawn

[myblacknightworld]

So, I was having my aunt listening to the STWR soundtrack. The first one track I have her listening to is “Ezra and Leia“ and she was like < Ok, I have decided. This one’s my favourite > and I was like < Ok, cool. You haven’t even listened to the other ones, but ok > and then I asked her < Btw, what emotion do you feel with this one? I mean, what do you feel listening to this? > and she said < Not really sure, but I think it’s harmony. Yeah, definitely harmony > and with that I was fangirling inside bc HARMONY. In the Ezra and Leia track. With their themes that intewine. That means harmony between the two of them, am I not right Filoni? Like, do you remember when Leia fucking finished Ezra’s sentence and they’d known each other for what, thre hours maximum?! Because I do. Then I made my aunt listen to “Kanan and the Fire” and I asked her < What about this one? > and she was like < Dunno > so I said < Something like sadness? > and she shook her head < Nope. It’s more like melancholy and a farewell > and I was like < You’ve described the scene perfectly without having even seen it you’re so perfect I love you so much >

Btw, I’ve had her listening to also the other tracks from the STWR soundtrack and she said they’re really beautiful :)

[stwrfake]

STOPSTOPSTOP

me after watching thanks to them

[juicyspacesecrets]

[writingfish]

The street in front of them was loud. Garish neon signs covered every inch of free space while rust covered the gaps. People of all different species pushed and shoved at each other. She let her eyes unfocus, the immediate view in front of her fading until the edges of the world sharpened. Unfortunately, Rashida was human. He wouldn't be so easy to spot.

Anakin Skywalker was having a day. He wasn't sure what kind of day it was yet, but he'd know soon enough. The Force - and he still thought of it as the Force even after all these years - whispered of reunions, of a home that never was. It was murkier than he was used to. Being in the Tael had spoiled him. He had forgotten how clouded the Force could be.

"-Another galaxy Rashida," Teer was saying. "Were your responsibilities really worth running this far?"

He resisted the urge to laugh. Teer was relishing the chance to lecture Rashida. Her species didn't do well in sunlight and for as crowded as Coruscant was with buildings, there was still enough sun to make her grumpy.

"There was nothing left for me there," Rashida said. The grief was still strong in his tone, still laced through his body. Anakin knew that grief. It mirrored his own. But where Rashida's grief was still fresh, his was worn and settled into a dull and constant ache.

"Your people need you," Teer snapped. Her eyes flickered red and he ran through their stock of blood. Unfortunately, they were out of P-, Teer's favorite. They might still have some of the O+, her second favorite.

Rashida laughed dully. "There's other people who could do my job. Staying wasn't worth it."

Anakin ignored the conversation to look around them. Most everyone was ignoring them, but there was a Mirialan staring at them. He tugged his hood closer to his skin. It had been five years, no one should recognize him.

The sense of reunion got stronger and the feeling of a familiar Force signature sliced through his shields like a sandstorm. He sealed up the gap, drew his presence close to his skin and hoped the signature would pass him by.

"If I may interject?"

Well, he never was lucky with what he wanted.

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The second The Voice tensed next to her, Teer knew her day was getting worse. Normally, The Voice kept his body loose and untensed like he wasn't ready for a fight. It was a lie of course. The Voice was always ready for a fight. Hell he started most of them himself.

She let her hand drop to the blade sheathed at her waist. In front of her, Rashida shifted. The laid-back demeanor fell away to reveal the ruler he was raised as.

The Voice inhaled sharply and stiffened up further. Teer wanted to look at him, but Rashida demanded her full attention.

"This doesn't concern you," Rashida said, switching over to Basic. His left hand was twisting the bracelet on the right. Teer tensed and separated her blade from its sheath. She didn't draw it out yet, but it made her feel a little safer.

"Oh?"

The stranger stepped closer and out of the corner of her right eye, she could make out the reddish-brown of hair.

"You both look very close to drawing weapons."

We are, Teer thought.

"It still doesn't concern you," Rashida said. "There's no one around who could get hurt."

The stranger glanced around before conceding the point.

"Perhaps, I can mediate? I've been told I'm quite the negotiator."

He laughed slightly as if sharing an inside joke. Next to her, The Voice groaned under his breath before inhaling. Some of the stiffness leaked out of him.

Teer wasn't a Mari, couldn't feel the Gal'mare the way they did. But instinct made her fangs grow, helped her sense the tightness in the air. She pulled her blade out fully, let it rest in her hands.

The Voice turned slowly, pushing his hood back.

"Master Kenobi, I see your death was exaggerated."

He still didn't have an accent.

The stranger-Kenobi- pulled out his lightsaber. Teer met it with her blade.

"Now we drew weapons," Rashida said.

"Shut up," Teer growled at him.

Kenobi didn't seem to notice. His gaze was locked on The Voice.

"Who are you," he growled.

The Voice stepped away from Teer and she wanted to growl at him to stay put. He could defend himself; they hadn't given him the title lightly after all, but he shouldn't have to. That's what Teer was here for.

"You know who I am."

She sensed something shift in the air. Rashida gasped softly. Kenobi's eyes widened, before narrowing and before she could move, he swung his lightsaber around to point at The Voice's throat.

"Liar. My Padawan is dead."

"Search your feelings," The Voice said. "You know it to be true."

Teer resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Now wasn't the time for obscure Mari sayings. Across from her, Rashida laughed before taking a step back. Teer stepped forward, grabbing him by the arm.

"No, you don't."

Rashida was the only reason they were in this thrice-cursed galaxy. They'd get him home and she could go back to the night shift. She couldn't wait.