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A bond that's never really broken 🫶

Commission for the lovely @femmefighter ❤️🫶🏻

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Some sweet @rancidsugar goodness. Full NSFW piece in Chapter 28 of Reach Out and Feel Me - see it here.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: Rebels, Star Wars: Ahsoka (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ahsoka Tano/Sabine Wren Characters: Ahsoka Tano, Sabine Wren Additional Tags: Master & Padawan Relationship(s), Minor Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker, Exes to Lovers Summary:

Ahsoka knows she needs to leave the past behind if she wants to take Sabine on as her apprentice again. But that’s easier said than done.

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Thank you Jesse for running such a sweet and heart-warming poll! No one could blame Sabine for her Togruta-induced gay panic. I'd probably react the same 😂😅

And you're right. Every week is Sokabine Positivity Week! Can't wait to find and share more Sokabine fanwork. We're always lurking in the sokabine tag to find such precious pearls. 😘

Sokabine Positivity Week

Shh. The week starts on a Wednesday. That's how I roll.

Thanks to the lovely @femmefighter I've recently fallen head over heels in love with the wonderful Sokabine (Ahsoka Tano/Sabine Wren) ship. It's a rarepair, so I thought it would be nice to show it a little love.

So, calling all Sokabine shippers! While the poll is running, vote for or explain in the notes the reason why you love Sokabine so much. I'd also love to see my Star Wars confessional flooded with headcanons and thoughts about the ship (they don't even have to be controversial).

Have fun, and happy voting!

-Jesse xx

Credit to @femmefighter for most of the options. Love ya! xx

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Torque

Relationship: Ahsoka Tano/Sabine Wren

Rating: E

2405 words

Warnings: Mentions of genocide.

Summary

There's something off about Sabine at training. Ahsoka tries to help.

Originally written for May the 4th Exchange 2024 <3

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: Rebels, Star Wars: Ahsoka (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ahsoka Tano/Sabine Wren Characters: Ahsoka Tano, Sabine Wren, Hera Syndulla Additional Tags: Angst, Grief/Mourning, Mentions of genocide, Xeno, Tentacles, Stone Top Sabine, Lesbian Sex, Smoking, Sparring, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Unresolved Emotional Tension, Minor Hera Syndulla & Sabine Wren Summary:

There’s something off about Sabine at training. Ahsoka tries to help.

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These are all canon conversations, I swear it. 😂

Ahsoka Tano & Sabine Wren (Peak Disaster Linage) ✰ inspired by (x x x) ✰ reminder that T*RFs can fuck off, only interact if you love trans & nonbinary folks ♡

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What a lovely poll made by a fellow Sokabiner! What do you love about our favourite Jedi/Mandalorian pair?

Sokabine Positivity Week

Shh. The week starts on a Wednesday. That's how I roll.

Thanks to the lovely @femmefighter I've recently fallen head over heels in love with the wonderful Sokabine (Ahsoka Tano/Sabine Wren) ship. It's a rarepair, so I thought it would be nice to show it a little love.

So, calling all Sokabine shippers! While the poll is running, vote for or explain in the notes the reason why you love Sokabine so much. I'd also love to see my Star Wars confessional flooded with headcanons and thoughts about the ship (they don't even have to be controversial).

Have fun, and happy voting!

-Jesse xx

Credit to @femmefighter for most of the options. Love ya! xx

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Love them so much.

you know what? fuck it (goes on an intergalactic road trip bc this random new guy has the darksaber and you don’t want to deal with any more mandalorian political drama)

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So gorgeous!

Redraw of a piece I did back in 2018. I still can’t believe we are getting their adventures!!!

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We now have the blog!! Huzzah!!

Still, not enough Sokabine content....

FIFI I still don't understand how Sokabine is still a rarepair, like....why, it's so good??? Do we need to have an event or something? I need to write something too🥺🥺🥺. I've been slacking on Sokabine 😭.

Oh my lovely. What a mysterfying question you ask!

I can only say I struggle to answer it, as I, being a Sokabine addict, fail to fully understand why other people don't appreciate such a delicious ship.

The only way I can attempt to understand is by likening Sokabine to Nutella ice cream. Just as how lots of people like shipping, lots of people like ice cream. And there are so many flavours of ice cream! Nutella ice cream is that decedent blend of chocolate and nutty hazelnut (I'll let you decide on who is the chocolate and who is the nuts). Being ice cream, it's a perfect summer treat, however it has a heaviness of flavour that makes it soul-warming enough to eat it even in the winter months.

But some people don't want to try Nutella ice cream. Maybe trying Nutella ice cream gets in the way of them enjoying their personal OTP flavours of boysenberry and lemon gelato, or their peppermint and strawberry combo? Those flavours may be the only comfort they get in this chaotic world, and they don't want to risk not having their comfort food to try something new. Valid! Maybe they see Nutella ice cream as guilty treat. Maybe they've been taught to be ashamed of Nutella ice cream for some reason, and so they only eat it when no one else is looking? Valid! Or maybe they've only ever known vanilla ice cream, and are too scared to try something different, or a pressured by comp-vanilla-het society to not dare deviate? Valid! Maybe they've only bought ice cream from a stall that doesn't offer Nutella ice cream, and thus didn't realise such a flavour exists? You guessed it. Also valid!

So yeah, so many reasons that I can't answer for because that's not my experience. I will eat my coffee ice cream, my peanut butter brownie ice cream, my strawberry ice cream, my roasted almond ice cream, my mango ice cream. But my Nutella ice cream will always be my number one go-to.

We don't have a Sokabine blog, or a Sokabine server. I've found a little safe space on a Bo-Katan server which is my happy place where I can get comfy with other Sokabine lovers (all 12 of us). Maybe I could start a blog? I don't think I have the emotional space or time/energy to run a server, even though the numbers would be so few right now. A Sokabine event would be amazing, but without a Sokabine blog or server to back/promote it, it might not get much traction. I've found a lot of my work was merely tolerated during past Ahsoka Series-related events because the ship does seem to get under some people's skin. That's okay, I don't need an event to write my stuff for, and I'm finding my safe people slowly.

An answer I can offer you, however, is reasons to like Sokabine as a ship. Why the Sokabine ship deserves to be upgraded from tugboat to cruiseliner. But I might save that for another post, as it's dissertation-worthy, and I'll add graphics for some weight to my brain rot. The simplest answer for that though I'll let you see for yourself in the utter beauty of these two characters below (and extra kudos for Ahsoka blatantly checking out Sabine's arse here). In the meantime...

Thanks for the ask!

Gif by the lovely @reeveskryze 😘

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Reach Out and Feel Me - Chapter 8 - Tea Spilling

Art by @milkcioccolato ~ Excerpt ~ Full chapter here

As Hera listened in to the radio traffic of patrol updates and mission planning, she saw Sabine’s attention had turned to outside the command post’s entrance. The young Mandalorian slowly walked her way out into the corridor, giving quick look over her shoulder to check that she wasn’t going to be missed, before disappearing out of sight.

Where’s she off to?

Hera nodded to the watchkeepers she was standing over, dismissing herself from the briefing, and quietly followed her fellow Spectre, leaving the chaotic energy of Jacen and Chopper to their game of tag to be collected later. She quietly walked along the corridor Sabine had disappeared down, until she heard the woman’s voice up ahead, talking in a hushed tone.

“Did you find everything you need?” Hera heard Sabine question. The Twi’lek slowed her quiet walk to a creep, until Sabine had just come into view around the corner. Hera was still in the shadows, and decided to stay there and listen in, knowing precisely who the Mandalorian had subtly blown her off for.

“I did,” came the Togruta’s reply, confirming Hera’s suspicions. “We should have enough to get us through a few months if needed. Where’s Hera? Have you been to ordnance yet?”

The Mandalorian shook her head, her bright fringe bouncing across her eyes. “Not yet. Hera’s just in listening to patrol reports. We’ll get ration restock then I’ll go back to the ship to get the fur scraps, I forgot to do that first.” Hera heard Ahsoka let out a sigh, then saw the Togruta’s hands come up along Sabine’s arms, rubbing them slowly and deliberately. “You must be terribly cold, poor, forgetful padawan of mine.” Ahsoka’s voice had dropped an octave, and the husk and drawl of her words made Hera’s eyes widened as she leant a bit further forward, enough so she could see the first part of the Togruta’s profile. Well that would be Ahsoka’s bedroom voice, if I ever had to guess. Sabine looked down at her own feet, like an embarrassed teen, a blush coming up on her cheeks. “I’m fine,” came the shy, warm reply. “But you know… We still haven’t talked about last night…?” Sabine was looking up with a mixture of shyness and expectancy at her master, one of her hands reaching up to hold onto the older woman’s waist. “We will,” came Ahsoka’s reply. ‘I promise. When we get some time alone to ourselves tonight. And then… I can help warm you up more, if you’d like.”

An evil grin crossed Hera’s face as she watched the exchange from the shadows. You two are so busted, she thought, both satisfied with her sneaky discovery and happy for her friends. She lingered for one more moment, enough to hear Sabine let out an enthusiastic hiss of “Yes…” and see the young woman propel forward on her toes and capture the Togruta’s lips in a firm, excited kiss. Kriff, that’s my cue to go, Hera alarmed, and silently retreated out of view and along the corridor before the secret lovers discovered her eavesdropping.

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This looks like an order Padawan Sabine Wren would happily comply with.

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Sometimes padawans don't know their own limits. But Ahsoka will always be there for Sabine to lean on.

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Sometimes you gotta defend your padawan with a lightsaber, and other times, a spray bottle. 😂 💜💙🤍

Tfw your newly abandoned feral girlfriend is still not tame and bites you😔

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Training must be so hard when your master is so gorgeous and you are gay as fuck 😍

She's paying attention to something, alright 😏

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The Bunk Situation

Pairing: Ahsoka Tano/Sabine Wren Characters: Sabine Wren, Ahsoka Tano Warnings/Tags: Master/Padawan relationship, literal sleeping together, Sabine Wren Has ADHD, Nightmares, First Kiss, Sabine Wren Needs A Hug, Ahsoka Tano Needs A Hug Summary: “I left to save everyone!” “Everything I did was for Family! For Mandalore!” “You’ve done enough” Her fingers curled around the Mandalorian’s wrist, a slow, deep inhale leaving the Togruta as she listened. “Maybe you should tell her that,” “She isn’t the one who needs to hear it right now,” word count: 1,608 ao3 link: here!

“I left to save everyone!” The nightmares were louder than usual, tonight. Ahsoka’s own mood was certainly not helping, not with the ghosts of the clones that should have been sitting around that table with her. When she listened closely, she could still hear Fives telling a joke with Jesse, though, the Mandalorian’s night troubles got in the way of her old friends and the accusations in dead eyes.

“Everything I did was for Family! For Mandalore!” Ahsoka pushed herself off of the bench, her long forgotten mug of caff left to fade away with her vode as she stepped towards the bunk room. The door slid open with a soft hiss to reveal Sabine’s twitching body, eyes clamped shut, sweat clinging to her brow, and lips moving in echoes of the words that sang out in the force so strongly.

Her hand reached out, the terrors shifting the closest her hand got to the clammy wrist tossed over the sheets. “You’ve done enough” Her fingers curled around the Mandalorian’s wrist, a slow, deep inhale leaving the Togruta as she listened. “Maybe you should tell her that,” “She isn’t the one who needs to hear it right now,”

“Sabine,” Ahsoka’s voice, like a lighthouse in a storm, reached out to Sabine. Golden eyes snapped open with a gasp, the younger woman moving to throe herself out of the bunk, though she was stopped by Ahsoka’s hand on her forehead, thankfully preventing their foreheads from colliding, or from Ahsoka’s own head getting bashed up against the bottom of her own bunk.

“ ‘soka,” Sabine’s voice was thick with sleep, confusion in her tone as her clammy hand reached, twisting from the loop of Ahsoka’s fingers to instead grasp at the older woman’s forearm, steadying herself against the stability offered.

“Are you alright?” Ahsoka knew the question was null, knew that Sabine wasn’t alright, and probably wouldn’t be, until they worked out whatever was going on with them. That until Ezra was home, she may never be alright again.

Her eyes slid shut as she processed her own feelings, when the turmoil rose up once more, the Mandalorian’s grip on her forearm would tighten, until eventually, her hand released entirely, falling softly back onto the bedsheets. “I’m fine,” Rubbing at her eyes, Sabine glanced around the cabin, peering past Ahsoka’s shoulder to view the table just in view. “Thought you said we needed rest for this one,”

Ahsoka’s lips pulled into a tight smile. “I was just saying goodnight,” Her back straightened as she ducked from under Sabine’s bunk and back into the crew quarters. Even with the door sliding shut, Ahsoka could feel her Padawan’s eyes on her as she moved about the cabin, dumping cold caff and washing the mug out before retracting the table. If she stayed to watch until each latch clicked into place, that was her business.

The pair did not speak again until long after Ahsoka had hauled herself up into her bunk and gotten as comfortable as she could be. Sabine’s restlessness truly was a drain on her own capabilities. “Sabine, you need to be quiet,” She called in as soft a voice as her mild annoyance could muster.

“I know, I know,” The Mandalorian grunted, growling at her pillow as if it had personally offended her as she rolled over for the hundredth time.

“Not with your body, young one, with your mind,” Ahsoka could feel Master Sinube speaking through her, could feel the ghost of her own irritation at the words spoken as she’d heard them decades ago.

“It’s not happening,” Sabine said once five minutes of jittery, charged silence had passed.

Shoving her covers to the side, Ahsoka dropped silently onto the cold floor of the bunk room. “Scooch over,” She ordered, sliding herself into the warm spot next to the Mandalorian once space was made. It was certainly cramped, though Ahsoka was fine dangling half off the bed once she was settled.

Already, there was a significant change in the output into the force from her force sensitive companion, their backs pressed together just enough that Sabine could feel the hear from the warm blooded Togruta.

This pattern would continue long past the edge that one would deem typical for a master and a padawan, at least, on the surface. Ahsoka knew that looking deeper into the relationships shared between the pairs across the timeline, she would find many who started to… feel.

Sabine’s feelings had not been subtle in the slightest, and Ahsoka had truly tried to dissuade them. Unfortunately, trying to throw the Mandalorian off the scent was more difficult than hunting Morgan Elsbeth in the first place.

Their routine turned from backs pressed together, to crammed tighter into the bed to stare at the glow in the dark star system Sabine had tacked to the top of the bunk, to the multicolor haired woman curled up entirely into Ahsoka’s side. When Sabine grew into the habit of curling a fist around Ahsoka’s lek, the Togruta had officially ran out of ideas or options.

She couldn’t deny that not being alone had been... better. She’d gotten more sleep than she had since the piles of clones she’d find herself dragged into, or even aboard Bo-Katan Kryze’s gauntlet, wrapped into the Mandalorian Princess’s sheets. Sidious’s voice, Pamde’s funeral, the Tribunal, they’d all stopped hanging over her like a thick, noxious cloud, the burdens had grown lighter to carry, with Sabine’s interference of her ‘brooding hour’.

Sabine started to mellow out more too, the nightmares were still there, but they hadn’t been bad, not as bad as the lightsaber marks that were still scorched into the other side of bunks across the small compartment. One set, made with a green saber and the reminder of a blue skinned man, the other, made with twin blades of white, with the ghost of a mechanical wheeze as her target.

Training was still rocky between the two women, one, whose feelings were so clear, and the other, who wanted to lock herself away and focus on the needs of the galaxy, dancing around each other in the game of push and pull. Sabine gave her all, but Ahsoka only offered so little of herself in turn, questions would be answered with pursed lips and vague answers, before the older force sensitive would disappear for the rest of the day.

“What’s really going on?” Sabine snapped as she stepped into the bunkroom the moment Ahsoka had finished dressing. A gloved finger found Ahsoka’s chest and pushed, until the cool durasteel of the wall was meeting her back and she was staring down at a very angry looking Mandalorian. “You keep avoiding me, and… and keeping things from me!”

Ahsoka’s hands stayed at her sides, her expression neutral as the Mandalorian ran through her list of accusations. “Perhaps one day, you may find the answer in your training,” Ahsoka offered vaguely.

There was a flash of anger and a warning in the force before the Mandalorian moved. Instead of a fist being thrown her way, pale fingers reached out to grab her chin. Sabine’s tone turned cold and condescending. “Listen, Master,”

Ahsoka did not wait to see how she planned on continuing. Her hand raised then to bat the hand off her chin before she was angling her head down. Apparently, Sabine had either felt her intentions in the force, or her tangent was leading to the same conclusion, their lips met halfway like a tsunami. Ahsoka was calm, slow, and calculating against the press of Sabine’s bullheadedness, her teeth scraping the older woman’s lower lip as her hand dropped to curl around Ahsoka’s Lek as if they were laying together in bed.

At the brush of Sabine’s fingers against her lek, the woman reached to press on her shoulder, lowering the Mandalorian from where she’d risen onto her tip toes. Sabine followed her instruction, for once, pulling away as she was guided.

The older woman’s hand rose to the side of Sabine’s cheek, watching as the red cheeked woman leaned into it. “I know that trust is hard for you to come by,”

“If you’re about to say-“Sabine was cut off by Ahsoka’s thumb pressing against her lip. There was a moment of slow deliberation and a furrow in her brows, before the Mandalorian parted her lips and took Ahsoka’s thumb between her lips.

Shutting her eyes and searching for control, Ahsoka found the strength she needed to continue in the Force. “You need to trust me, Sabine,” The flat of the woman’s tongue pressed against pad of her thumb, and she pressed down to keep the muscle from moving again. “If I’m keeping something from you, it is not yet safe for you to know. Or perhaps, I am merely waiting for you to strengthen your abilities to search for the answers yourself. Do you understand?”

Ahsoka pulled her thumb from reluctant lips, though she did still brush her thumb across the woman’s bottom lip, interested in the flat bridges of teeth exposed each time she moved. “Trust goes both ways, you know,” The woman’s words sounded off, what with not being able to press her lips together, but she s=understood the message.

“Then perhaps that is something we will need to work on together,” Her free hand moved to grasp the steadying hand the Mandalorian had placed against the wall at her side.

“You’re not going to make this one easy on me either, then?” Sabine’s head turned enough to allow Ahsoka’s hand to fall loosely to her side once more.

“You wouldn’t be here if it was easy, Padawan,”