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I got distracted and doodled someone I miss very much 🥀🥀 SIGH

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@jedijune week one — survive

a padawan and a master share a final moment during the early hours of the jedi purge.

tw: brief suicidal ideation

unnamed moon

thabeska system

19BBY

The clearing stinks of burnt plastoid and death by the time Cheppi scrambles over the last ridge and tumbles down through the briars and scraggly pines to find her master, laid out like a king to be entombed beneath a rocky outcropping.

He stinks of death, too. The not-quite-there-yet kind.

Gasping, heaving, she hauls herself upright on trembling arms. The still air seems to war with the abject chaos in her mind, the silence dizzyingly oppressive where moments ago there was only heartbeats and blasterfire.

Her master is not moving. Kneeling like a mourner, getting to her feet seems an insurmountable task. She wants to cry. She wants to lie down with him and not exist. She wants to dig herself deep into the earth and disappear. She wants to fight. Scream. Run.

She crawls.

On bruised knees, she crawls as a supplicant witness to his side. Master Vokam’s slow, staccato breaths move his broad chest up and down and up and down when Cheppi throws herself over him, gripping at his tunics like a child.

“Master. Master, please.”

Her voice comes out all cracked and hoarse, broken by the sudden violence and the mad dash through the trees and the overwhelming sense of something ending, of everything ending. Right now. Today.

“Master. Get up. Please. They’re gonna-”

They. How quickly she turned them to faceless soldiers in her mind, white armor painted orange like sunsets and sand and amber, each pattern so familiar, her lightsaber carving through plastoid and flesh and bone like it was nothing—

Pressing her face against her master’s swiftly-failing body, Cheppi bites her tongue and lets chaos consume her mind for a single, breathless moment, and then; Exhale.

There is no emotion, there is peace.

Master Vokam’s big, firm hand is heavy on her back, spanning the width of her shoulders with ease.

“Well done, Cheppi. Well done, padawan.”

Under each word, a slow wet gurgling sound. She's heard it before, holding the hands of dying troopers. It seems so loud in this empty, quiet clearing.

“Master. Please.”

She isn’t sure what it is she’s pleading for, but the burning in her chest is growing stronger and master Vokam’s eyes are unfocused when she lifts her head to see him properly.

“My lightsaber, Cheppi.”

“No, master, you can’t fight-”

A sigh. More of that awful gurgling.

“I'm not going to.”

Horrible understanding lances through her the moment she places the hilt in his palm, and the look in his eyes makes her breath hitch with a grief so massive she has to shove it far away to fight the temptation of turning her blade inward and leaving the galaxy at her master’s side. He senses her struggle, gentles his tone, shakes his head minutely.

“No, my girl. Not today.” Master Vokam struggles to lift his weapon, strain in every line of his old, wise face. “Not like this.”

“Yes, master,” she answers, because what other answer is there? What else could she ever say to him?

The blade, as blue as the winter sky over them, ignites above her shoulder. She does not flinch. She knows what comes next. I'm not ready, she wants to say. I can't. I'm not ready.

His answer seems to float into her mind; You’re going to have to be.

“By the right of the Council, by the will of the Force-”

Far away in the treeline, helmet-modulated voices. Her time is up. Her time will always be up, from this moment on.

When master Vokam grasps her braid and cuts it with one swift, labored motion, Cheppi hides her sob in the sound of the blade. Master Vokam must hear anyway, because when he looks at her for what they both know will be the final time, the urgency in his eyes mingles with love and pride and faith so strong it aches.

“Rise, Jedi Knight.”

She does not look back.

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Ok

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another clones in formula 1 onesies doodle this time w cody

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Clone Wars playing the imperial march every time Anakin is mildly inconvenienced will never not make me laugh.

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I think an underappreciated element of Leia's character is that even after days or weeks of ruthless interrogation interspersed with torture, she still had the presence of mind to identify a feature of the Stormtrooper who barged into her cell that she could mock.

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ok what if, thanks to giving birth to two quarter-force/eldritch skywalkers, padmé wound up as a force ghost (but only said eldritch skywalkers could see her)

(commission info // tip jar!)

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Happy Star Wars Day! I’ve decided to make my Skywalker comic into one easily rebloggable post.

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Happy May the Fourth from @starwarsotsource!

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POV Cody at least once every battle

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mission on swamp planet<3

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full respect to the obianidala shippers but my personal flavour is obi-wan kenobi: weird ever-present uncle.

he's anidala's permanent third wheel. literally attached at the hip with anakin, full force dyad going on, their bond is so intense and lifelong and unbreakable and yet incredibly platonic. the twins have a whole additional parent who a) did not sign up for this and b) is not now nor has ever been romantically involved with their actual parents, and yet is decidedly part of the throuple somehow

jedi master obi-wan kenobi did not volunteer to be a platonic addition to the amidala-skywalker family, yet somehow "family outings" always include him? he's taking shifts in the night when the twins are young - temporarily, obviously, as an act of compassion and friendship - but then he somehow ends up with a permanent room in the amidala-skywalker household and everyone just... rolls with that? he has a whole separate life going on at the jedi temple, so why is he on the chore chart? and doing the chores? and getting mad when the space dishwasher is suboptimally packed? and he's ended up on the rotation of people the twins cry for??? they've got 'mama', 'dada', and 'o-bba'???? and that's him??!??!?

obi-wan is adopted into the family in much the way of a feral cat: he has no intention of joining them and is actively hostile to the idea, only to look around a year later and realise he's become a key and foundational member. despite, and this is critical, having no romantic involvement whatsoever in the married-with-kids scenario

sometimes a family can be a mother, a father, two children, and the dad's lifelong devoted platonic mind-bonded partner who grumbles the whole time but keeps taking time off from his important Jedi Council duties to shepherd the kids to their space sport games and spallet (space ballet) classes

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Every "cool" clone name should come free with an embarrassing backstory imo. Nobody's gonna reverently call you "Rex" because you did something impressive, I mean, come on

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What people expect when I say I’m a writer: writing a whole novel

What I actually do: get into a fandom or come up with an original idea, go to sleep every night thinking of the story, make imaginary scenarios and Pinterest boards, make Spotify playlists, and finally sit down to write it out 2 months later only to get another idea and abandon the story. Repeat the cycle.

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hey kids did you know that computers didn't used to automatically connect to the internet. it used to make this screaming noise. we should have listened.

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Hi Hawk ❤️ I have not been @‘d here for such a long time this was a proper jumpscare in my notes (but a very welcome one!)

“The gang holds a modern seance”

@samrubio @starlightrows @saradika @redrobinhoods @crimson-dxwn @NinaWhereAreYouuuu @zinzinina u were also summoned