#Star Wars wip

[musewrangler]

Little snippet of something I'm working on because I can't help myself and want to share. :D

Firmus had been trying to stop this power long before he’d been sold, Plo thought. Part of him hoped the father was still living. He wanted to make him weep with fear. But that would not help this little one in the moment. “You are not weak, Firmus,” Plo told him seriously. “Far from it. And I will say this as often as I need to—-you have nothing to prove. You do not have to earn your place with us. I have no intention of abandoning you somewhere.” That slim body stiffened in his arms. “But I…I might have that…explosion again. What if—-?” Plo wrapped both his arms around the boy, cuddling him close as he’d wanted to do from the moment he’d seen him in that Force damned cage. A contented noise issued from the child in response, and more tension bled away from him.  “You would not be the first Force user to blow something up—intentional or otherwise. Some do it for fun,” he added, thinking of Anakin Skywalker. “We all have to learn. And—I would like to do that for you. I would like to teach you about your power.” That thin face popped up eagerly, despite his weariness. “So I won’t hurt anyone! Yes please!” Plo sighed. So. Much. Damage. “Firmus, certainly a Jedi must use his power to protect most of all. To bring peace. Healing. But—while self control is indeed valuable, one must also be able to use the Force…violently if necessary. To defend.” There was a silence so long, Plo wondered if the boy had fallen asleep. Then—- “....I know.” It was whispered with shame and Plo realized that Firmus did know this very well and was afraid of it.  “Dear one,” he said, heart aching at the things this child had been forced to do. “I know you had to kill animals. But why did you do so?” Something warm and wet was soaking into his robes and Plo discovered that Firmus was weeping silently. “It’s all right,” he soothed. “Tears are natural. It is likely you will have them often for a while.” “Not…a baby,” Firmus hiccuped. “I just—” “I weep still. For many reasons.” This stopped the child’s desperate attempt to explain away his tears.

[clone-trooper-cheese]

Making a Nautolan oc bc why not. She doesn't have a name, so suggestions are helpful. (She/her)

The design is inspired off of a strawberry squid

The second one isn't a strawberry squid, I just thought it looked cute lol

[stersartblog]

Slowly but surely 🥲

[annwayne]

For the wip game: Crosshair, your choice which one :)

I had to write all this out from bullet point format ha! Well, you caused this so I think you should be proud.

The Red Logs: Murder in a Bar

“Anya..?” 

Crosshair’s voice sent me into a spiral. He saw, did he see? He had to have seen what I did-who I let go. A clone. My hands shook against the door.

“What did you do?” There wasn’t anger in his voice. Maybe he hadn’t realized what happened. Maybe there was no time for anger. 

I turned. Crosshair was only a few steps away. It could have been lightyears. My lips matched my hands. My voice caught in my chest.

“Doll,” He crossed the galaxy to touch me. “What do we need to do?”

That was a question I could answer. My eyes went to the security camera pointed directly at us-at the door we stood against. Crosshair followed.

“Once I’m outside I can ask Tech-”

“He’s watching, isn’t he?” Words returned. “You can help. Will you help?” I stepped out of Crosshair’s grasp and asked the camera. Something drove me forward-like confidence but not as sunny, like determination but not as honest, like rage but not as blind. Retribution, perhaps. “We need to to be seen.” Forward I went, walking quickly-but not in a rush-down the skinny hallway and then left, into the stairwell. Crosshair followed my logic, walking down the full length of the hall so he was just below the camera.

Through the glass, our eyes met. Something like concern pulled his lips down. My face probably spelled anxiety if it looked anything how I felt. We started walking-Me down the stairs and left, him just enough to meet me. He held out a hand, and I took it. 

“I heard yelling, what happened?” 

Crosshair didn’t stiffen, but his eyes narrowed. “Wrecker was getting restless. I should probably go with them.” 

A facade of a smile, perhaps too easily put on, slid over my lips. “What, and you get away without me meeting your squad?” I was surprised at how easy I laughed. By now we had reached the double doors. We exited the hall and came out into a busy mess of police and clones. Frustration overflowed the room. The feeling was almost nauseous. 

Crosshair noticed my head dip, and he put aside whatever feelings he had about my actions to check on me. We stood against a wall of alcohol and he covered me from the rest of the room. “What’s wrong?” 

[twicesonnet]

Chapters: 10/12 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Original Trilogy, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Leia Organa & Darth Vader, Leia Organa & Anakin Skywalker Characters: Leia Organa, Anakin Skywalker | Darth Vader Additional Tags: Time Travel, Local Man Saved From the Terrible Things He Will Do By 20-Something Politician, Blood and Gore, Leia Organa's Horrible No Good Very Bad Day, Wild Space (Star Wars), Fix-It, but she's mad about fixing it, Luke is there in spirit having a much better time than anyone else, Trauma, Medical Procedures, Disabled Character, Force-Sensitive Leia Organa, Alien Culture, Leia Organa is not a Skywalker, Prosthesis, Suitless Darth Vader, mentioned child murder, Medicinal Drug Use, Truly Massive Amounts of Dramatic Irony, Theoretical Discussions of the Dark Side Summary: What could be called but isn’t death, or Leia Organa doesn't kill the man formerly known as Anakin Skywalker

I think everyone should know that I'm almost done with this beast and I'm very proud of it!!!

[evaldmark]

Do you not understand. I imagine one sweet, romantic scene between Luke and Migs, I'm really happy for it, because its working, and chemistry is real, and everything, when... when they turned on that fucking radio! And the scene is: puuff, out of window. I was so angry at that fucking noisy, irritating, boring, lame """"""music"""""! Why, oh why turn it on, but if you must, why it was so loud?

[littlebreadrolls]

my greatest sadness is that qui gon, obi wan, and (full grown) anakin never got to interact.

[sunnis-shinis]

so ive been drawing one of the player characters in my star wars campaign just a general ref

[ahhrenata]

[lacquerheadd]

i have failed you.

[raphaerolo]

Get this man medical attention and a hug

[ominouspuff]

The One About Gentleness

Take 2 of this WIP

[garchamp]

here is the rest of the character art <3 thank you for bearing with me :DD

[snawleyy]

[furious-blueberry0]

WIP Knight Barriss and her little menace

I finished it btw! it's here

[teamhangaround]

Wanted to try a more cartoony style