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[milkcioccolato]

Nitearmor Week Day Three: Flame Harden

I kinda mashed the prompts “this lust is a burden we both share” and “flushed” and worked them into my stupid minicomic format because yes, they’re ridiculous idiots pining after eachother

[sapphicsparkles]

Happy International Women’s day to her

[passionat3]

Sabine Wren

Mandalorian warrior of Clan Wren, Jedi Padawan, Spectre 5, rebel, artist, gay icon

[sapphicstarwars]

[femmefighter]

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 😘

[shinhatisgirlfriend]

“I swore myself to my house, to Pre,” Rook scowled. “I did not swear to a blade. My oath is yours, Bo-Katan Kryze.” Bo-Katan’s heart pounded. “Then swear it now. Both of you.”

As Death Watch’s leadership changes in the wake of the disastrous events on Concordia, Bo-Katan Kryze, Ursa Wren, and Rook Kast swear new vows.

Happy Femslash February!! Here's some UrsaBoRook for day 5, vows~

@starwarssapphicweek

[kryzekatan]

time for another nightly ramble from yours truly

i would like to think ahsoka is such a gentle partner and lover, i can’t look at her character and not at least head canon her as a hopeless romantic after all. i’m just imagining how soft of a hug that woman could give, especially if you’re a bit shorter than her. the back scratches she could give as you are still in that groggy place between asleep and awake. you already know her home cooked meals are delicious(definitely a lot of recipes learned at the jedi temple).

perhaps it’s just me, but ahsoka really feels like she could be a rock in a relationship, you know? like someone who can handle you at your hurt cries and bad nightmares, allowing you to safety fall apart in her arms or at her bedside.

[violetjedisylveon]

Chapter 9 - Life Day

Kaesoka family AU

summary: Ahsoka, Kaeden and their shipmates celebrate Life Day. Which is a lot harder with kids running around trying to help.

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: none! It's pure fluff!

A/N: A Life Day chapter in March?! Yes, it was supposed to be for the holidays but it's late so \ (ツ) /

I'd like the winter to come back. Spring means grass and that means allergies and That means I can't do my college work. I also don't like the heat, my preferred temperature range is like 40 to 66 with wind cause I hate getting too hot.

Anyway, enjoy the fluffy out of season gays.

Kaesoka Family AU Masterpost

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Kaeden pulled her hair over her shoulder, keeping it out of her teething baby’s grasp. Padmé grunted and wiggled unhappily in her baby carrier.

She sighed and tried to ignore the little kicks to her back as she rolled the maij leh (Togruti: meat leaf) Ahsoka had managed to acquire on her last supply run.

The thin, soft chewy fungus was an ideal teething toy, at least until they got their hands on a proper teething toy. Due to the Empire's xenophobia, many species had taken their more odd products off the galactic market, they didn't have the fuel to spend on a trip all the way out to Shili for a chew toy.

She dipped her finger in the sticky paste that came with it and applied a generous portion to the end to hold the little roll together.

Her baby fussed more as she went to the table and set her down. Padmé gave her a huffy glare and snorted at her.

“Oh calm down, I'm done.” Kaeden told her, handing off the teething treat to her daughter.

Padmé eagerly took it and started chewing happily on the faux meat.

Her teething was just about to enter the phase where it would start hurting and the maij leh would do less for her. They needed to get a teething toy soon.

She sat with Padmé and waited for everyone else to get up, she had always been an early riser. Padmé took after her in that way.

She biologically took after Ahsoka, she behaved and had many more Togruta traits than human ones, her digestive system for example was similar to Ahsoka’s, though at the moment it looked like it could digest things outside of a carnivorous diet. They obviously hadn't tried anything too risky yet, they didn't want a sick baby on their hands. The only thing that gave away that she was a hybrid was the fluffy hair covering her back lek, and some of that hair was blue. With the Empire's attitude towards human hybrids, it was probably for the best.

Zevra said from experience that hybrids were widely variable in which traits they took from each parent, usually the more useful ones were selected. The majority of human hybrids would inherit the more alien features, there were exceptions that looked more human, but because the alien features were more useful, the very basic human traits frequently got overridden.

For hybrids between aliens, it was a lot more variable, but tended to follow along the same lines of trying to select the best traits for survival.

Some hybrids would look exactly like one parent just with their other's skin coloring.

Padmé was definitely one that took after her alien parent.

Luckily, that made her easier for medicines and vaccines once she got old enough for them.

Padmé kicked her little feet as she gummed the maij leh. Right on cue, something fell a few seconds later with a crack that rang out through the ship. It sounded like glass.

Kaeden sighed and picked Padmé back up to go check what her daughter had managed to knock over this time, with the broom and dust pan.

Her budding Force powers were definitely strong.

She came upon a broken glass cup that had been left out and subjected to Padmé’s untrained power. She cleaned it without much trouble and dropped the shards into the trash compactor.

Padmé started making her hungry noise, so she sat down to feed her.

Togrutas stayed on breastfeeding for a bit longer than humans, it was uncommon to start weaning at six months, unless there was no one to feed them, but their diet should stay more milk than not until over a year old. Teething chews didn't count as part of weaning. Kaeden was thankful that Togruta instinct told babies to stop biting around the time they developed teeth, it would have been a very painful process otherwise.

She settled in and waited for either Ahsoka to wake up or for Zebra and Rinu to come back.

The couple and their family were supposed to be back this morning with everything necessary for a proper Life Day celebration.

Zevra celebrated the Wookiee holiday the same way it was celebrated on Kashyyyk due to her upbringing under a kind old Wookiee, Gweersuw. They had taken her from a shitty orphanage on her birth planet and taken her in as their own cub.

Zevra had spent more of her life with the old Wookiee than she hadn't, the woman was practically a Wookiee herself. She was raised on Kashyyyk before the war and was well versed in shyriiwook. She'd even planned to take Kanbi back with her before her life took a turn for the worse.

Kaeden didn't know all the details but by the end of it, Kanbi was dead and Zevra had two infants and a freshly traumatized son.

Zevra hadn't seen or heard a thing from Gweersuw since shortly after meeting Rinu.

Sadly, it was looking unlikely that Zevra would ever see Gweersuw again.

The Empire's treatment of the Wookiees and the subjugation of Kashyyyk was a pretty bad sign.

The proximity alert went off, she pulled up the security feed, Rinu and Zevra were back.

A few minutes later, Xan was running through the halls to tell her all about what they were doing. The little boy loved to tell anyone who would listen about his day.

He jumped onto the bench next to her, practically shaking with excitement.

“Aunt Kay! We got a tree! A real tree! We've never had a Life Day tree before! Isn't it the best?!” The young boy exclaimed loudly.

“That does sound awesome.” She agreed.

Raada didn't have many trees, the moon had been mainly grasslands and rocky out-crops. The idea of having a tree in her home was a strange one to Kaeden.

“Yes, and it'll be more awesome if you watch your siblings while we set it up.” Zevra said suddenly grabbing her son by his waist and lightly tossing him over her shoulder.

The boy giggled gleefully, trying to squirm out of his mother's grip. Zevra dropped a box onto the table.

“That's for you and your trouble makers.” She said with a wink.

“Thanks…?” Kaeden said.

The Tholothian headed off to the main room of their new base, which probably wasn't the intended application of that space, it was just the biggest room they had cleaned up and remodeled so far, serving as a play and family room for now.

Kaeden got up with the box and headed back to her room to wake Ahsoka if she wasn't up already.

Seriously, how much sleep does a Togruta need? She shook her head, sighing affectionately.

Luckily for Ahsoka, she was awake when Kaeden got there.

“Well, well, well, look who's finally up.” She said, leaning against the door frame.

“Shut up.” Ahsoka groaned.

Kaeden chuckled, walking in and dropping the package on their bed.

“Early gift from Zevra, she says it's for my trouble makers.” She smirked.

Ahsoka rubbed her face with an annoyed sigh. Kaeden set the package on their bed, sitting down to plant a kiss on Ahsoka's cheek.

“Wanna see what she got us?” she asked, resting her head on Ahsoka's shoulder.

Ahsoka opened the box. Three ice blue sweaters with white snowflake patterns on the front and matching blue sweatpants.

“She got us matching life day sweaters!” Kaeden laughed while Ahsoka cringed.

"Please no, the last time I tried that; Anakin and Obi-Wan ended up fighting the whole night and back to the temple!" She groaned.

"They were really that bad?" Kaeden asked through her chuckling.

"The. Worst." Ahsoka nodded seriously.

"If they were that awful, then we can't do worse." Kaeden winked and nudged Ahsoka.

The Togruta chuckled then stopped for a second, wincing as Padmé chomped onto her hand while aiming for one of her lekku.

"Looks like the little joy is also a little pain." Ahsoka joked.

"Oh if she's anything like you she'll be a bigger pain when she's a teenager." Kaeden teased.

Ahsoka rolled her eyes. Kaeden laughed.

"So, should we help set up?" She asked.

"Yeah, they’ll need all the help they can get." Ahsoka agreed.

XXX

Setting up for a proper Life Day celebration was definitely a challenge with and eager to help and more eager to please six year old, a pair of well meaning toddlers and a Force sensitive baby who didn't know what was going on and kept dropping things.

Luckily, Padmé couldn't get anything too high of the ground, she'd only reach about an inch before she'd give up and look for something more entertaining.

It was chaos.

Ahsoka loved every bit of it.

It reminded her of the chaotic parties Anakin threw for the 501st.

She was currently hanging up lights in the main room with the Force because no one else could reach. Padmé was sat in the couch, distracted by Aatoo. The yellow and green Tooka was sitting above her with his tail dangling down in front of her face. Padmé giggled and tried to grab it, the tail retracted just out of reach then came back down. He brushed his tail through the fuzzy hair on her head and ruffled it up.

Padmé reached above her to grab the tail but ended up falling back. In a flash, Aaato was behind her and keeping her from falling. Padmé giggled and hugged him.

Ahsoka felt the joy her daughter had as she sent it out through the Force. She was a little beacon of light.

"Ahsoka, Padmé's cute and all but your in the way." Rinu said with a very noticeable tease in her voice.

Ahsoka blushed as she moved out of the way. Zevra came from one of the makeshift storage rooms, stopping Rinu as she passed.

“Have you seen the Life Day Orb? It's not where I put it.” She said.

Ahsoka glanced around for the orb, missing Rinu’s response. She heard Aatoo’s collar jingle, glancing at her daughter revealed the Tooka was suddenly gone from the scene. Padmé was gleefully babbling, crawling towards the Life Day Tree in the corner of the room.

“Zevra, I think your cat stole it.” Ahsoka said, spotting the yellow feline hidden in the tree.

Aatoo hissed and yowled at her ratting him out.

“You little shit!” Zevra exclaimed, fishing her Tooka out of the tree.

The mischievous feline had the orb clutched in his paws, he hissed at Zevra, tail lashing wildly, when she took the orb from him.

“Cats.” Zevra rolled her eyes.

XXX

Their Life Day was spent celebrating, exchanging gifts, eating and telling stories.

Miara had been able to stop by, bringing Artoo with her. The little devil had pestered Bail until he let him visit them for the holiday. She also came with Iolanthe, a Mikkian pilot friend of hers.

Kaeden didn't pay much attention to the story Miara and Iolanthe were currently telling all the kids who could pay attention, basically everyone but Padmé, she was content to sit back and enjoy the relatively peaceful atmosphere.

She kept an eye on Padmé of course, watching her eagerly crawl after Aatoo, who was sitting on Artoo to make the little game more interesting.

She pulled her loose hair up into a half-hearted bun, just to get it off her back. She felt Ahsoka's warm hands on hers.

“Mind if I take care of that?” Ahsoka offered, settling in next to her.

"Not at all." Kaeden smiled to herself and leaned into Ahsoka.

Her wife was braiding her hair back if the rhythm of gentle tugs was anything to go by. She left out the smaller braids by her face that Xan had done earlier.

“I have something for you, it's an old Togruta custom I'd like to share with you.” Ahsoka said almost nervously.

“Why Soka, are you nervous?” She teased, casting a cheeky glance at her wife.

Ahsoka scowled with a noticable tinge in her cheeks. She grumpily made her face forward again.

Her wife mumbled to herself as she wove something into her braids. Kaeden held back a snicker.

Ahsoka tied off her hair with a huff, Kaeden leaned back and kissed her cheek.

“It's cute when you're huffy.” She said.

She blushed and pushed her face away. Kaeden giggled and grabbed her around her waist, pulling her wife closer, resting her head on her shoulder. Ahsoka purred, loudly much to her embarrassment.

“Kaeden!” Ahsoka squealed, her face turning a deep blood orange.

“It's cute that you purr.” Kaeden told her.

“It's embarrassing!” Ahsoka exclaimed.

“And cute.” Kaeden kissed her cheek.

The Togruta shut up for a few minutes, stewing in flustered embarrassment.

Kaeden played with the end of her braid, Ahsoka had intertwined a dark orange ribbon woven from material she'd never seen before into her hair. Glancing back at her moody wife, she saw that Ahsoka had a similar ribbon tied around her left montral.

“What are these?” She asked.

“It's this Togruta custom, apparently you make a ribbon from this hard to gather material, it's kind of like a silk I guess? I don't know it was hard to find for a decent price, but you make a ribbon with it and then you weave it or tie it to the headdress of loved ones. I don't know exactly what the reason is but it also asks the Shili gods for protection, specifically this one called Grut Daaark (Togruti: hunter moon), I think she's pretty important, but these ribbons are supposed to be for affection and protection.” Ahsoka rambled, it was cute to see her so interested in something.

“Thank you, it's very pretty.” She thanked her wife with a kiss on the cheek.

“Would you like me to get yours?” She asked, gesturing to the other ribbon in her wife's lap.

With her permission, she took Ahsoka's headdress off and wove the ribbon around the front of it, leaving a long tail on either side.

“Can you sit in front of me?” She requested.

Ahsoka shot her a confused glance as she moved to sit in front of her. Kaeden set the headdress back in its place, she took the long ribbon tails and wrapped them around Ahsoka's back montral, tying it off right enough to be secure but not restricting.

“There, now we match.” Kaeden said, leaning over Ahsoka's shoulder.

“Thanks Kay.” Ahsoka gave her a quick kiss.

Kaeden glanced down at the other ribbon in Ahsoka's hands.

“Is that one for Padmé?” She asked.

“Yeah, but it's not recommended to give to babies until they're a bit older. They try to rip it off. Or eat it.” She said.

“That's a smart call.” Kaeden hummed.

Right as she said that, Artoo came back over to them with Padmé on his head. Aatoo must have made a break for it.

The astromech tilted forward, dropping the infant into Ahsoka's lap.

Before they could process what was happening, the droid's camera flashed and he snapped a picture of them. He let out the droid equivalent of a chuckle at whatever the picture looked like. Kaeden rubbed her eyes, glaring at the little metal devil.

Padmé clapped her hands gleefully at the droid’s prank.

A few embers suddenly sparked out of her clapping hands.

She stopped with a curious coo, examining her hands.

Kaeden stared in shock as her daughter clapped her little hands again.

A small red flame spurted from her clapped hands.

Padmé giggled and went to clap again, Kaeden quickly grabbed her daughter's hands to stop that from happening again. Her baby looked up at her with a peek baby confused face.

“Um, what was that?” Miara's voice had her noticing everyone staring at them.

“Pyrokinesis?” Ahsoka offered nervously.

“That's a thing?” Kaeden whispered.

“It's not super common, it's one of those things you kind of have to be born with to use, or really, really extensive training.” Ahsoka explained.

“Is she gonna burn the place down?” Rinu asked, looking understandably concerned.

“Nah, this old place is definitely fire proofed.” Zevra told her.

“I don't think she can make much more than sparks right now.” Ahsoka assessed.

“So it should be okay?” Kaeden wondered.

“Yes. I think so.” she nodded.

“That's good enough for me.” Miara shrugged and went back to the game she was playing with Iolanthe and the kids.

"Are you going to be trouble for mommy?" Ahsoka asked, wiggling their daughter's little hands.

Padmé made spit bubbles and nodded.

"Are you going to be adorable while you do it?" Kaeden cooed, tickling under her chin.

Padmé nodded again then, with a suspiciously naughty Ahsoka like smile, tried to clap.

Ahsoka caught her hands, earning the ire of their baby.

XXX

Gweersuw glanced up at the hooded stranger who entered her cave. She hadn't expected any company, sad, it was Life Day, Life Day wasn't meant to be spent alone, it was meant to be spent with family.

And in an interesting twist of fate, family was here.

Perhaps a sign from the Force, she wasn't Force sensitive herself, but she understood it well enough. She was no Lohgarra, but she had been around for a while, her time taught her much about the workings of the Force.

Considering a dead man stood before her, it really did work in mysterious ways.

“As relieved as I am that you are alive, I would have preferred to meet at a better time.” She scolded in her native language.

The Jedi nodded, observing her sparse dwelling.

“It appears that you are preparing to flee.” He commented.

The Wookiee crossed her arms and growled, “yes, I am going to find my cub and any others of my kind who have escaped. My home world is in trouble.”

The Jedi gave her another nod.

“Your cub has a rebellious spirit, from what you have told me. I am certain she has found a way to survive and protect her family.” The Jedi said.

Gweersuw frowned, she'd known this Jedi for a long time, since he and his master visited the home world. She knew when he was something on his mind.

“Spit it out, I know when you have a plan.” She growled assertively.

“Perhaps in your search for you cub, you could help me find a safe place to lay low. There are a few things I am set on accomplishing before I even think about getting killed by the Empire." He said.

Gweersuw sighed.

“Fine, you may join me. Just don't attract the hounds.” She said gruffly.

“Thank you for your kindness, Gweersuw.” The Jedi said bowing his head in thanks.

Gwerrsuw's hard, annoyed expression softened as the Jedi's hood slipped off and exposed his injuries.

Burns and scorch marks covered his face. He was missing some of his skull near the crown of his head in the back and looked like he had patched together a breathing mask with whatever he could find and likely somehow got illegal, rudimentary cybernetics to make up for the damage.

He looked nothing like the way he used too physically, a good thing since that would mean he was less recognizable, but Gwerrsuw could see and practically feel his spirit.

It was much like it had been when this Jedi was a mere padawan in the beginnings of his training. Just as committed to justice and equality and just as caring and understanding, yet a thousand times more wounded and broken.

It didn't take a Jedi to see how hurt a being was, all it took was experience and knowledge.

And the wounded Jedi in front of her was broken in so many ways.

Gwerrsuw smiled as the Jedi sat down, remembering when he came to her as a young Padawan for help with cuts and bruises, or a cracked mask.

"You are hurt, young one. Let old Gweersuw heal you."

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I wonder who that Jedi could be 🤔

Hope you enjoyed!

[mommymothma]

The Roulette wheel has been spun and It landed on a Mon x Hera pairing which kind of pops off especially for the Ahsoka TV setting. Our girlies had a lot of time in the Rebellion yk?

Went to AO3 for some inspiration and landed on Priorities by my mutual @soloorganaas which definitely inspired this piece so go show some love to it on AO3

Her General

“I don't understand what your problem is,” Hera accused, and Mon recoiled at the sound of the door slam.

“You tell me you believe me, yet every time I try to get things done, you stand in my way.”

“Hera, please-”

“No, I know what you're going to say ‘it's not up to me’”, Hera mocked. “But it never is, is it? Tell me why we have a Chancellor, if she is so powerless?”

“I have the power, Hera. Using it is the problem. The republic I have instituted has powerful sanctions in place to keep me from doing things of my own volition. This is what we have fought for, democracy. I can't have my best General following the voices in someones head.”

“It's not voices, you know that. And they could know that too if you cared to explain it to them.”

“What the Jedi do is not my problem, Hera. Believe me, I have tried to make peace with them. I have tried to integrate them into the system. The only one that wants anything to do with me is Leia.”

“Ahsoka has worked with the rebellion for years, Mon. That's not fair. You trusted her once. She was Fulcrum. She was there for me. For the Ghost. She and Ezra and Kanan… they are a part of something bigger than us, Mon, bigger than the republic. If we don't listen to them I'm scared that we will lose them. We've lived in a galaxy without Jedi, Mon. And it took us twenty years to recover from it.”

Mon was trapped between her conviction, her status, politics, and her emotions. The whirlwind never stopped.

Mon. Hera was the only one that still called her that. She'd dropped ‘Senator’ a long time ago. She used ‘Chancellor' maybe twice. She was ‘Mon’ to her.

“You never cared before when I went rogue,” Hera reminded her, “I've always had an unorthodox approach to things, but I get it done, Mon. I got it done. Better than anyone else.”

“That was different,” Mon told her.

“Why? We may operate under the title of a Republic, but we are no different than we were when it was called a rebellion. Same people, the same soldiers. The same ships, missions, planets, galaxy. You're still at the top, and I'm still a General. Nothing has tangibly changed, Mon. So tell me again, why?”

Hera stood nose to nose with Mon now.

Mon couldn't meet her eyes. She didn't want to lie but the truth was worse. It was so much worse.

But it was the only thing she still had.

“Because back then you were doing it for me!” She yelled, refusing to meet Hera's eyes.

She sat on her desk, covering her face with her hands.

Hera just stood there, her eyes burning a hole into Mon's skin. Two death stars, setting the planet of her ablaze.

“Is that what this is about? You're jealous of Ahsoka?”

“No- I mean I don't know. I… I can't protect you anymore, Hera. Not like I used to. Ahsoka is a risk, Hera. She's unpredictable.”

“You've said that about me, too.”

“Exactly.” She whispered. She could feel the anger and frustration emanating off the Twi'lek. “I've seen the way you are together,” Mon explained, “I know how this ends.”

“I dont know why I'm surprised. You tell me to remove my feelings from the situation, yet here you are. Your jealousy is shrouding your decisions Mon. Let me remind you: You told me to go.” Hera shouted “You kicked me out. You told me that we were too complicated. You don't get to change your mind now that it's convenient.”

“I have regretted it every day since.”

“Would you change your decision, if you could?”

Mon closed her eyes, and shook her head.

Hera scoffed, leaning in to look Mon in the eye. Her hand gripped Mon’s jaw, forcing their eye contact.

“I am not your general, Mon. I am a Republic General. You don't get to save me for when it's convenient. You don't get to stop me from saving the Galaxy because you don’t want to lose me.”

“Your all I have left.” Mon whispered, and Hera’s grip relaxed.

“So that's it? If you can't have me, no one can? You'd rather Thrawn blow us all up?”

“Hera, of course not. I just…”

“I've heard enough. I'm going. I'll do the hearing and you can strip me of my honor. At least then I'll be a free woman, right? No more imperial colors. From the ashes of the old empire…” Hera stated, staring her down.

Mon met her eyes for a moment, but it was a losing battle. She waved her white flag by looking to the floor.

“I'll see you on the other side, Mon. At least now you can say there's no one holding you back.”

Hera left the door closing with a quieter noise, but a louder impact.

Mon was once again left alone. Abandoned by someone she loved. Maybe if she was better with words.

Or expressions.

Or being a Chancellor, Hera would've stayed.

Maybe if she wasn't so distracted by the imminent threat of defeat, and how she was secretly drawn to it.

Because deep down she wanted a way out.

She wanted the rebellion back.

Because Hera was wrong. Things had changed. They had changed. Things were easy. It was kill or be killed then. She could work with that. She was a survivor against a predator.

Now, she wasn't sure who the bad guy was.

And it was so much worse.

Sharing with the Republic had grown tiring. At least with the rebellion she could have things.

Things like love.

She just wanted her General back.

Instead she had cost the Republic a damn good one.

From the ashes of the old empire…

Hera hadn't spoken the rest. She didn't need to. Mon was all too familiar with the imperial sympathizer slogan.

We will build a new one.

Perhaps she already had.

[meowmeowhissss]

She is perfection and I am going crazy right now

[shapelytimber]

Hello stranger and welcome, to my lesbian art master post

Tumblr gifted me a blaze, and I had no idea what to do with it for the longest time. But then it hit me... I could just repost every sapphic art I did in 2023. So enjoy !

Sith Milfs

Ikkons magazine cover illustration

My 50yo comic teacher doesn't know what lesbians are

Y2K Star wars with mean lesbian Maul

A taste of faith

Pussy adventure

A visit from the moth lady

Third animation of the vampire ladies

Girls night out !!

Wine wives

Bull cowgirl and magical cowboy

Butch Colombo having a divorce with a typewriter

Stand high lesbians

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Hey thank you for taking the time to scroll to the end ! It means a lot to me <3

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Nitearmor Week Day Four - Reforged

COWBOY AU NITEARMOR GOEAS SO HARDDDDD YEE-HAW!

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⭐SAPPHIC CONTENT CREATORS⭐

Are you creating Star Wars content that is sapphic in nature and/or features characters who are women? Feel free to tag us! 💖 We are happy to share your work to our community of followers & sapphic discord servers!

Outside of our general rules (no racism, transphobia, biphobia, or bigotry of any kind + no underage sexual content), we will happily reblog any positive posts about sapphics & femme identities from Star Wars. Any kind of creation, regardless of how rare the pair, we're here to support and celebrate you! 🌸

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Chapter 24 - The Battle of Rendezvous Point Delta Three.

The Fulcrum trio catch up with an element of the Rebel Fleet, but the enemy has found them too...

Ugh, didn't feel like this was my best work, despite having so looked forward to getting to this point in the story for a while. Hopefully that's just the post-bad-day-at-work blues speaking. Anywho, hope y'all enjoy 😘💜💙🤍