#post clone wars

[padawansuggest]

Post war clones living in apartments and such, one day some group of shinies (they will forever be shinies because they were some of the ones that never went to war they are designated vod’ika forever lol also fix the fast aging issue kk) is sitting in an apartment hanging out watching movies or something when someone knocks on their door. They open it up to a crying woman and they’re all ‘Omfg’ and she asks them to take care of something in her apartment because she’s scared. These vod’ike who have never gone to war are ready for this. They can handle this. If their ori’vod could punch droids and snub their noses at Sith, they can handle a domestic dispute for a neighbor.

It’s a spider. She’s scared of spiders and was trying to relax when she found one above her bed. They dispatch the intruder and comfort her with awkward shoulder pats and telling her she’s brave for asking for help.

They have finally done it. They found a vod’ika who’s more vod’ika than them. They’re keeping her. Does she know how to use the instant pot? It keeps scaring them into changing dinner plans. She can help with that.

#star wars #the clones #post clone wars #let them adopt random pathetic creatures they find like their mandalorian roots demand #none of them fall in love with her she’s just their baby sister now #she does know how to use the instant pot tho #she teaches them and they spoil her with random meals and she adores her big brothers

[anstarwar]

Waxer’s home! For @waxerboilmonth , “Waxer lives” and “force sensitive.”

This fits into the Fallen AU where Boil is discovered to be force sensitive, the war shifts gears but doesn’t end, O66 sort of doesn’t happen, but various other shenanigans do.

Bit of a quick blurb to go with this pic:

Waxer huffs out a breath, his muscles relaxing under the weight of his ARC kit with every step closer to the room. Their room. In the Temple. The karking Jedi Temple. Of all the places in the galaxy this was where he and Boil now got to call home.

He was never going to get used to that.

Of course he didn’t think he’d ever get used to the fact that Boil, his best friend, his partner, was force sensitive. Not just force sensitive but a Jedi to boot.

Waxer shook his head, a crooked smiling spreading across his face as he thought about how much had changed so quickly. Sometimes he’d find himself thinking back, trying to figure out where things had changed, what moment had set them down this path.

Umbara is where his mind always landed. He’d almost died but he didn’t. At the time it seemed like a miracle. By all accounts he should’ve died that day and yet here he was now. Alive, fighting because he chooses to continue to fight, living with - and loving - his best friend.

Boil would never give him a direct answer, he didn’t like talking about Umbara, but Waxer suspected he had had something to do with the miracle of him surviving.

He shook away those thoughts as he punched in the door code to their room. It had been a month since he’d seen Boil and his assignment was such that he wasn’t able to comm ahead to give his Jedi (he snorts at that thought) a proper heads up.

Sometimes Waxer was glad when he couldn’t give Boil a heads up, it always made homecomings more interesting.

This time didn’t disappoint.

Padding quietly into their room and leaning against the door frame he smiles.

Boil’s eyes are closed, nose twitching ever so slightly, something it did when he was deep in concentration. Before him floats the various bits and bobs that make up his lightsaber. Waxer has seen Boil do this countless times since joining the Order but it never ceases to amaze him, to watch as the pieces twirl and pivot, an intricate puzzle fitting back together effortlessly and without direct touch.

Waxer sighs, letting go of the last bits of stress he’d carried back with him. He waited til the last piece of the saber slid into place before speaking.

“Hey you,” he says quietly, his heart thudding happily.

Eyes still closed in concentration, a small smile creeps across Boil’s face.

“Hey,” Boil replies softly, voice a little scratchy from disuse. “Welcome home.”

#waxerboilmonth #wbmonth2023 #wbmonth #Jedi Boil #ARC Trooper Waxer #fallen au #my art #my writing #the clone wars #post clone wars #force sensitive clones #Waxer lives #cloneship #cloneshipping

[wanderingjedi77]

Ahsoka Tano x Fem!Reader (Mine)

Summary: Ahsoka doesn't get jealous easily, but you love it when it happens.

It was a relatively easy mission, Ahsoka had sent you on. Get the chain codes from the Imperial Officer by any means necessary. You needed it to get to the next system safely, without any hiccups from the Imperial Remnants that scoured systems in the Outer Rim still, long after the war had ended.

You were good at what you did. And you liked making Ahsoka proud. You loved her. You loved how safe she made you feel. And you knew that even though she had sent you on this mission alone. She would be watching.

The Imperial Officer was easy to locate, keeping guard outside of a Cantina. Or was he waiting for someone? You didn't give that thought a second glance as you made your way over to him, wanting it to look like you were heading for a drink at the Cantina when you casually caught his eye and smiled.

"Sorry, Officer. Am I not allowed inside?" You inquired politely. You stopped and smiled at him, stomach twisting because you were flirting with an Imperial.

"Oh, you're most welcome, miss." The man smiled at you. "I was just keeping watch." He straightened up, proud. "You needn't worry." He added, when you put a look of worry on your face. "I will keep you safe."

"Oh. That's so kind of you." You say and place a hand on his arm.

"It's nothing." He blushes, and you squeeze his arm before leaning up to kiss him on the cheek as your hand slips into his jacket pocket. You pick the chain codes easily and move your hands behind your back as you step away, playing coy.

"I hope you have a wonderful day, Officer." You smile at him sweetly.

"Thank you, miss. I will. " The man smiles and bows to you before he walks away and you wonder if Ahsoka has something to do with that.

Ahsoka steps out of the shadows nearby to tower over your shoulder, and you glance at her, seeing the look of jealousy on her face. You shifted on your feet, stomach squirming.

You enjoyed it when she got jealous. Maybe a little too much.

Ahsoka glared at The Imperial as he walked away, and you handed the code chains to her to draw Ahsoka's attention. She looked at you and scowled.

"What was that y/n?"

"Just some light flirting to get us our chain codes." You reply. She steps closer to you and takes your arm.

"Don't do that." Ahsoka warns. "You're going to get hurt." She sounds worried, even if she looks angry. She doesn't normally get angry with you, even if she is scared.

You smirk slightly. "You should know better,"soka." You tell her playfully, and Ahsoka looks unimpressed.

"So should you." Ahsoka moves closer to you and loops an arm around your waist. "I hate it when you have to be like that to get information."

Your gaze softens, and you wrap Ahsoka in a hug. "I know. I'm sorry. But it was the only way." You tell her, and Ahsoka hugs you back. "They don't get to bring me home every night, you know."

Ahsoka dips her head to kiss you on the cheek and smiles. "No. They certainly don't." She teases and you lean up to kiss Ahsoka properly as she holds you close.

"Well what are you waiting for?"

"Hm?" Ahsoka looks confused for a moment.

You sigh. "Aren't you going to take me home?"

Ahsoka grins. "Hmmm, I guess I could do that for you, baby girl." She tells you, "If you promise to be my good listener."

"I promise." You answer, breathless. "I'm yours Ahsoka."

"Good girl."

#star wars #ahsoka tano x reader #ahsoka tano #ahsoka tano x fem!Reader #star wars the mandalorian #post clone wars #star wars x reader

[tiend]

A war is an ecological disaster as much as it is any of the other kinds. When it is over, when they win, when the Republic becomes the Empire and begins to inflict its peace across the galaxy -

There's an army of men, bought and paid for, that it doesn't need. Can't demobilise or repatriate. Battle droids you can wipe and recycle. Men? Not so much. Especially the ones that are injured too badly to make it as stormtroopers and not badly enough to not be a threat if they chose to organise themselves against the Empire.

In the years of their fighting they have left a considerable mess behind them, across Christophis, Felucia, Geonosis. Convenient, then, fitting, that they're the ones who get to clean it up, ammunition dumps and burnt-out hulks and UXO and the accretions disks of dead capital ships with the frozen corpses of their dead brothers amidst the rest. Exploded buildings and rubble and twisted beams and jagged skyscrapers like broken teeth. Shipbreakers and smelters.

The Empire skimps on their protective gear. Alternatively it is fiscally responsible by mandating contracts are awarded to the lower bidder. Whatever the reason, the clones die to UXO, to vacuum, to dormant commando droids. Not many people care; at least they're being useful. Might has well get all the use out of them while they can.

Some deaths take longer; fine dust to scar up their lungs, or improperly stored tibanna rotting through the tanks to pollute the soil. Felucia's microbes slowly wending their up the spinal cord to erupt in the brain years later.

So they're broken up into smaller groups. Ground down by attrition and exhaustion. Some desert. Some find a place among established scavenger crews. Many die, and their deaths are logged in Imperial spreadsheets by Imperial bureaucrats who go home to their loving families and think nothing of it.

#inspired by finding out there are WWII ships with UXO rotting away in the Thames estuary #and burn pits and the dust of DU and trenches dug in into the soil of Chernobyl #and the Empire needing to do something with demobbed clones #no home to send them to but don't want them to organise #or anyone to organise behind them #use them up and throw them away #post clone wars #what happened to the clones #only the dead know the end of the war #headcanon #meta

[mamwieleimionstarwars]

So I started watching Avatar the Last Airbender live action series and I was watching the start of the war.

As I watched I realised how similar the Airbenders situation was to that of the Jedi. And how they both were massacred.

The scenes of both massacres were so similar in their shared tragedy I had to pause the movie and write about it.

Because let's see:

Jedi were killed at the end of a war. The Airbenders massacred to start one.

They both were made of mostly people who are supposed to be pacifists.

And they both were brutally killed in their own home, leaving almost no survivors.

From old to masters to babies in their cribs.

Killed because of the greed of an old man.

Killed because of fear and greed and anger and violence.

#star wars #jedi massacre #post clone wars #order 66 #avatar #aang #avatar the last airbender #airbenders #massacre of the innocents #it doesn't make sense #i know #but still #i had to write it down

[dragonsandwolvesohmy]

Fics with the Clones establishing lives post-war, usually making a planet inhabitable.

CodyWan where Obi-Wan/Ben is part of the Agricorps and helps the clones make a home planet: Put your empty hands in mine by K_R_Closson.

Fem!Obi-Wan helping the clones post-war with figuring out their home world (Kamino): The Path of Rain by sirladyknight.

Fem!Obi-Wan paired with Alpha-17, no war, only has establishing a planet at the end, and they adopt all the clones: Those Who Can by K_R_Closson.

Fem!Obi-Wan paired with Cody, going 'fuck this shit' during the war to make their own home: patron saint by spqr.

Codywan sorta arranged marriage post-war: Love is Not A Victory March by MusicSoul1982

Fun little tumblr post.

Haven't read these ones yet, but here!

To Seek the Future by orphan_account.

The Clone Protection Squad by Plotector

Gev’or’dayc O’r by whitchry9

This, too, was a gift by thosenearandfarwars

Our Hearts Tied Together With a Golden Thread of Hope by TrickyTricky

Ikio (A Promise of Home) by BitterChocolateStars (be warned, this is not the first in its series.)

Missing one:

CodyWan (or Obi-Wan with the clones, platonic or another pairing) post-war, establishing themselves on an uninhabited planet. I remember there was a river/water area that they thought they could establish for fishing, as the previous inhabitants of the planet were a water-based village, only to find out that the previous inhabitants died because the river they established their village on was the mating grounds/breeding grounds/nesting area/ etc of huge aquatic animals that slaughtered the people there.

#clone rights #post clone wars #star wars #clone wars #obi wan kenobi #codywan #clone troopers #the clone wars #clones #captain rex #212th battalion #waxer and boil #501st battalion

[fordo-wifey]

DELTA SQUAD AND THEIR PARENTING STYLES

So, I wanted to write this because why not! They are silly little headcanons on how the Delta squad is like with their own families. They will be out of order, so read as you like. I do want to say that the Fixer one, was more of a vibe then something I would die on a hill for.

BOSS:

So, I strongly believe that Boss is strict, but his partner evens everything out with their kindness. While Boss talks down to their child, his partner on the other hand gets down on their child's level and kind of asks why they feel a certain way or why they did something.

Boss teaches Mando'a first before Basic, and then adds another language that he believes would help his child succeed in life. Something that Boss and his partner agreed upon before having their child.

But he very much loves his child, and only wants the best life for his only kid.

SEV:

Sev has a good-sized family (two boys and one girl) though he is pretty relaxed compared to his brother Boss. Though like his brother, his children know Mando'a as well as Basic. He also teaches them how to hunt and live off the land.

His children are understanding and well-adjusted to life in the wild.

SCORCH:

Unlike his brothers Scorch is calmer, warmer in a way as he raises his children in a softer approach. Teaching them things in a way that catches their attention. Also, like Sev, Scorch has a large family (three daughters and one son) who aren't as well reversed in Mando'a as the others.

He loves his family and at times, he wishes for his brothers to accept his parenting style. That doesn't affect their ability to socialize.

FIXER:

I have to say, that this one hit home, as Fixer's only child wasn't planned or wanted, by either parent. And he keeps an emotional distance from it. While at the same time teaching that child how to hack among other things involving tech.

Though, somewhere deep down, he loves his family.

Tag: @n0vqni @daisies-daydreams

#star wars #clone commando sev #clone commando boss #clone commando fixer #clone co #clone commando scorch #parenting #family #post clone wars #Mandalorian

[mayhaps-a-blog]

We might not have Mandalorian Wednesday, but I’ve got my Mandalore fic out this Wednesday! Starring Bo-Katan in a post-Clone Wars, no-Empire Mandalore.

Part of my Glimpses of a Better Galaxy series.

Enjoy!

Summary: As a new day dawns over the galaxy, Mandalore is no exception. With her sister dead, Maul defeated, and Death Watch shattered, it is up to Bo-Katan to unite what remains of Mandalore and find a new path forward for her people and for herself.

#star wars #fic #my fic #fanfiction #mandalore #bo-katan #bo-katan kryze #post clone wars #post clone wars fix it #death watch #new mandalorians #satine kryze #boba fett #yes he's there #korkie kryze #rex and jesse make appearances #mandalorian ocs #original mandalorian characters #rav bralor #also makes an appearance #discussions of mandalorian culture #mandalorian history #enjoy!

[unsolvedrubixscube]

Bitter Reunions

Ch1 Ahsoka

Warning for discussion of terrorist attack and implied Sith nastiness

Barriss finally get the chance to explain her actions years later to the person she hurt most, Ahsoka Tano. She knows it's too little, too late but she has to try. Funny how even though she's in the Inquisitor uniform Ahsoka is the one outside the jail cell. --- “I never in a hundred years expected the council to find you guilty.”

“You planted nanobombs in my room!“ Ahsoka explodes. --- A different motivation for Barriss framing Ahsoka.

Barriss kneels on the cold floor, hands folded in her lap, watching through the shimmering blue shield as Ahsoka paces back-and-forth before her. Ahsoka is here and alive, alive . Barriss would think this was a dream but none of her dreams are ever this sweet. Even here in an enemy Rebellion ship holding cell she can’t help but admire her beauty. Ahsoka has matured into a beautiful Togruta woman, tall and lean muscled with high montrals and brightly colored lekku. She is calmer now, her energy more focused than it was when she was a padawan but she still has the ferocity of an avenging angel.

Ahsoka whirls to face her, not bothering to hide the anger and shock flowing off her through the Force.

“You really expect me to believe that after all this time not only are you still alive and serving the Empire, but you are actually a double agent, the Sympathizer.”

“I’m not asking you to believe anything,” Barriss says simply, “I have full faith in your cognitive and investigative abilities. I am just asking you to listen.”

Ahsoka lets out a sharp and bitter laugh and returns to pacing.  

Barris continues watching her, eyes sliding over Ahsoka’s many old battle wounds. A blaster mark there, a gouge here, the tip of her left montral missing. Her fingers twitch with the urge to help, to heal. None of the wounds are from her, thank the Force. The fight between them hadn't been much of a fight at all. Ahsoka figured out her identity and proceed to rip Barriss’s inquisitor helmet away to confirm her suspicion. Then Ahsoka pushed and pushed until she had nowhere left to run. Barriss let her, she was never going to hurt Ahsoka again.

“If you’re so sympathetic to the cause, why didn’t you join the Rebellion outright?” Ahsoka snaps. 

“I didn’t even know there was an Empire when I was taken from my cell on Coruscant. It took a while to piece together what really happened and by then it was too late to leave quietly.”

Ahsoka’s brows furrow at this statement and then her eyes widen. “The Council left you down there? The entire time?”

“They didn’t know what to do with me,“ Barris says with a shrug, “I confessed to my crimes and had been freshly knighted. After the scare with you, I think they were leaning towards life imprisonment, but I gather things became… hectic.”

Ahsoka growls, baring her teeth. “But that still doesn’t answer my question. What’s with your obsession with me? Why have you been stalking me? What do your superiors want?”

“They want Fulcrum humiliated and executed publicly to cripple the Rebellion,” Barriss says simply, “My investigation heavily implies that you are Fulcrum or at least one of the rebels who use that moniker. I’d much rather you stay alive.”

Ahsoka laughs again. “So what? You’ve come here to protect me?”

“Yes.”

Ahsoka stares at her, incredulous, before strangling the air in front of her. “You, why, there is, you’re just! Argh!“ Ahsoka whirls on her, “You understand how ridiculous that sounds, right?”

“Yes,” Barriss says softly.

Ahsoka sighs deeply and then outstretches her hand towards Barriss. 

“Fine, fine. I’ll listen but there’s only going to be one way I’ll trust that you’re telling the truth.”

Barriss blinks and then nods, lowering her mental defenses. Ahsoka‘s presence in the force sweeps out and over her like an ocean wave. Then it begins probing. It’s gentle, far gentler than anything she experienced under Vader or the Grand Inquisitor, but the invasion still makes her flinch, her mental shields snapping back up.

“Sorry,” Barriss says, and forces herself to relax once more.

Ahsoka's presence settles, resting lightly on the chords of her soul.

“Who are you,” demands Ahsoka.

“Barriss Offee, ex-Jedi knight, bomber of the Jedi Temple, First Sister of the Inquisitors, traitor to the Empire, ally to the Rebellion,” she replies letting Ahsoka get a feel for the connection. Truth along with shame and guilt ring out over the bond. 

“Do you wish the Rebellion harm?”

“No.”

“Do you wish the Empire harm?”

“Yes.”

Satisfied with her answers Ahsoka delves further.

“How have you been helping the Rebellion?”

“I have been passing along sensitive information to rebellion informants and protecting lives of Rebellion supporters whenever possible.”

“Who asked you to do this?”

“No one.”

“Is this a trick? Do you plan to double-cross the Rebellion? Are you a pawn of the Emperor?”

Barriss can feel Ahsoka’s focus on her sharpen like the edge of a lightsaber being honed. She forces her breathing to be regular. She will not lie to Ahsoka, she has nothing to fear.  

“Not that I’m aware of. There’s always a small chance that my subconscious has been manipulated, but it would be a lot of effort for very little value, all things considered. I have worked very hard to ensure my subterfuge goes unnoticed.”

Ahsoka raises an eyebrow and her presence relaxes in time with her stance.

“Why are you fighting against the Empire? Hasn’t the Empire brought peace to the galaxy?”

Barriss lets out a sardonic chuckle. 

“A false peace that only serves a small percentage and causes the majority to suffer. There’s still war, senseless violence, and needless suffering. There is little difference between the pain I see now and what I saw during the clone wars.”

Ahsoka mulls on this for a few moments choosing her next words carefully. 

“Were we ever friends, when we were younger or was it all just an act?”

The question hurts more than Barriss expected it would. “Of course, you were my friend Ahsoka, I cared for you almost as much as I did my own Master.” 

“Then why did you do it?”

Barriss’s shoulder slumped with a sigh. She knew this was coming. It doesn’t make it any more pleasant. The bombing, the beginning of the end of her life. The one thing she wishes every day she could exchange her life to prevent.

“I had been told Jakar had a terminal illness and was willing. It was supposed to be a symbolic gesture. An attack on the war the Jedi were supporting. No one was supposed to get hurt,” Barriss recites dully, not meeting Ahsoka’s gaze. 

“No, not that.” Ahsoka‘s eyes, twin blue stars of rage, pin her to the cell floor. “Why did you frame me?“

At this, the corner of Barriss' mouth twitches up in a spasm of a smile and she suppresses the hysterical laughter building in her chest. From Ahsoka’s expression, she can tell she isn’t doing a great job of restraining herself. She forces herself to take several deep calming breaths the way Luminara taught her. Ahsoka deserves to hear the whole story. 

“You were never supposed to be accused. It was never even supposed to lead to Letta. It was supposed to be a nonlethal protest, something that the council couldn’t just ignore. But then things went wrong and they kept going wrong and every time I tried to fix it, every time I tried to correct it, it just fell apart more and more on me.”

Ahsoka is still staring at her with a carefully blank and distant expression. Barriss desperately tries to think of how to explain this in a way Ahsoka can understand.

“It was like trying to land a fighter you’ve never flown before in bad condition. Only it’s an emergency landing on an uncharted planet with no airfields. And when you hit the atmosphere every alarm comes on and your heat shields give way. So you divert power to the repulsors to slow your descent only they go up in flames. You run to the escape pods just to learn they’ve malfunctioned. At this point you hit something low in the atmosphere losing a wing, sending you into a death spiral.” 

Barriss gives Ahsoka a weak shrug. 

“In the end, all you can do is pull up on the yoke and pray. You go from attempting a landing to a controlled crash to just trying to survive.”

Ahsoka shakes her head but her righteous fury is now only a simmer.

“Slow down. Start from the beginning,” she instructs, not unkindly. 

Barriss picks her words carefully examining possible statements in her head until she feels she has one that best summarizes her intentions. 

“I never in a hundred years expected the council to find you guilty.” 

“You planted nanobombs in my room!“ Ahsoka explodes. Behind her, a wrench launches itself into a nearby wall. 

“You were off planet! It was supposed to be a false lead! A distraction!” Barriss protests, “There wasn’t any real evidence against you and I needed time to fix things. I thought surely how could anyone ever suspect Ahsoka Tano, heroine, beloved by Jedi and clones alike, of such a crime? I had hoped the ridiculousness of the situation would knock some sense into someone.”

“And even if some did suspect you, which statistically someone would, you had Anakin Skywalker, the Hero Without Fear, who had no qualms speaking out against the council to fight for you, and Obi-Wan Kenobi, silver-tongued Jedi master on the council who would surely sway the others to see that you were innocent. I never expected it to go so badly.”

Barriss finishes with a weak shrug knowing there is nothing she can say that would compensate for the pain she inflicted on Ahsoka. Silence settles over the holding cell. 

“They assigned Tarkin to my investigation,“ Ahsoka says finally.

“Ah, that does explain some things.” Barriss frowns. “And makes me question previous rulings even more.“

“But what about my imprisonment and impersonating Ventress?” Ahsoka asks, bringing her back on track, “What about attacking Anakin?”

“I was going to have her take the fall instead but then the council moved so fast and you were in jail, I had to adapt on the fly, and well, you’ve seen my improvisation skill.” 

Barriss flashes a weak smile which Ahsoka does not return. She swallows nervously and continues.

“I had hoped to frame Ventress for everything. When Anakin found me simply too much had gone wrong. I was in too deep. The only way I could hope to pull something out of this dumpster fire was to convince everyone that it had all been me, to lean into the villain role.” 

Barriss frowns, remembering taunting Master Skywalker who had been a constant thorn in her side. Nightmares and nausea made sleeping and eating all but impossible. The stress made it feel like her mind was coming apart at the seams. Wanting to hurt someone, wanting to hurt herself, desperately needing some sort of outlet for the chaotic energy that had built inside her.

“I wasn’t in the best mental state either.”

Ahsoka stares at her unimpressed.

“Then why didn’t you turn yourself in?” Ahsoka growls, the faintest bit of pleading underlying her question.

“Because I was afraid.“ Barriss doesn’t need the connection to know that shame, guilt, and self-hate overflow from her. She keeps her eyes on the floor. “I saw how hard the council was on you. Someone who I consider to have the best chance of getting out of a situation like this unscathed and I was scared. I was a coward.”

She always has been. 

Scared of living. Scared of dying. Scared of being a failure, of being a disappointment, of fighting for something that mattered. So she remained stationary in hopes that the galaxy’s terrors would pass by her. Instead, all it ever did was make her situation worse. 

Barriss shakes herself out of her pity party. Well no more. She will at least not be a coward in death. Not this time. She glances up, noticing Ahsoka has gone silent. The Togruta’s face is screwed up in concentration and Barriss realizes she’s taking herself through a patterned breathing technique to keep from throwing more loose objects around her ship.

She’s about to politely ask if Ahsoka plans to execute her, as her right would be to do so when Ahsoka’s eyes snap back open.

“Why me?” Ahsoka demands, eyes blazing, the Force probe strengthened under her concentration.

“I’ve already-”

 Ahsoka cuts her off. “Not back then, now. I believe you want to help the Rebellion. Whether or not you’re being played, that we’re all being played is yet to be seen. But passing on a few coordinates and letting informants slide every few months is a big difference from hounding me relentlessly for over a year. Why? Why did Fulcrum matter so much more to you? Why does it matter so much if I am Fulcrum?”

Barriss opens her mouth to stall. She promised she would tell the truth, but she never promised she would tell all the truth. 

Years later, far away from the Order and its Code, she has accepted that what she felt for Ahsoka back then was strong friendship, respect, and mutual companionship. But it went beyond that, that it was attachment. She was aware of this at the time and was deeply ashamed of it. But now she can give that sort of attachment a proper name. Love, romantic love. Whether it was a simple crush, something that would have faded in time, or true infatuation she’ll never know. But it was real and it engraved itself in her bones. 

There are many things she plans on taking to the grave with her, and this fact is one of them.

While Barriss searches for words that will convey something close to the approximation of this truth, Ahsoka‘s eyes go wide and her Force connection sputters. The blood drains from Barriss’s face as she realizes Ahsoka must’ve sensed her emotions through the connection. Her mental shields slam back up, sealing her off, and she ducks her head desperately trying to ignore her burning face. On the other side of the forcefield, Ahsoka makes a number of noises none of which are quite words, and promptly leaves.

***

Ahsoka: You planted evidence in my room! Barriss: Shit evidence!

  After much discussion with a friend who knows the Clone Wars much better than I we've come to the agreement that certain details of my story just simply do not fit the official timeline. While this takes place around the time of Star Wars: Rebels canon is my sandbox and I will warp reality as I see fit.

If you enjoyed please reblog or comment.

#my writing #star wars fanfiction #post clone wars #fanfic #fanfiction #Ahsoka tano #Barriss Offee #angst #confessions #Ahsoka as Fulcrum #Inquisitor Barriss #Double Agent Barriss #past one-sided Barriss/Ahsoka #just another day as a Star Wars main character #The Sith Who Heals #Ahsoka's ex-bestie comes back from the dead evil only to desperately try to apologize

[xxlittle0birdxx]

Leia pasted a public smile on her face. The kind that would have earned her an approving nod from her mother. Luke noticed it didn't reach her eyes. There was also something vaguely familiar about her. Something about the wealth of glossy brown hair and wide brown eyes reminded him of his mother. She certainly didn't resemble either of her parents. 'Hi,' he murmured. His arms tightened around the clone.

'Hello.' She couldn't keep her eyes off the toy in his arms, and he noticed.

'It's Commander Cody,' he told her with the beginnings of a shy smile. 'My father knew him.' He turned the toy around to display the clone's armor that he'd spent hours meticulously cleaning. Luke worked open the latches that held the helmet on and removed it. 'See?' He held the miniaturized Cody out to her. 'You can play with him,' he offered, almost drunk on the sheer novelty of the opportunity to interact with someone his age outside a holographic classroom setting. He'd only ever read about situations like this.

The disdainful curl of Leia's mouth grew more pronounced. 'I don't want to play with your doll.'

#obi wan kenobi #luke skywalker #obi wan raising luke #finding somewhere else to live #alderaan #bail organa #breha organa #leia organa #luke and leia meet #they’re 10 years old #what could possibly go wrong? #obidala #past obidala #star wars fanfiction #star wars fic #au star wars #star wars au #post clone wars #just before obiwan kenobi show #commander cody #cc 2224 #cody as an action figure

[sobiwan]

In Darth Vader #34, Vader forces Sabe to choose between suffering or power to fill her hate that will lead her to the dark side. Sabe refuses and Vader kills Sabe by using the force and throwing her into the sea where she supposedly drowns. Sorry, but in my AU, Obi-Wan saves her by pulling her out of the sea. This is a commission of that by;

Artist: Sophia Filsoofit

Instagram: @vivid.abyss

Check out her Instagram for more of her work and if your interested in a commission.

#obi-wan #obi-wan kenobi #sabe #sabewan #sobiwan #star wars #the prequel trilogy #the prequels #post clone wars #darth vader comics #sophia filsoofit #the handmaiden #the queen’s shadow #the knight and the maiden #padme's handmaiden #jedi knight #jedi survivor

[padawansuggest]

The post war Cody and Kenobi household is as follows:

Boga

Boba, Fennec and Din, whom they found in a dumpster and took pity on. Din stole Grogu so that’s actually HIS kid thankyew

Padawan Reva, she bites because she’s learning all of Kenobi’s worst habits, but she also cuddles and steals cookies. BFFs with Fennec and they practice weapons together. The boys cuddle and do each other’s nails.

Two cadets that Cody and Obi-Wan decided to adopt after the war, they call themselves twins, their names are Taco and Bell and no they are not taking criticisms at the moment they WILL cry on you

Wooley, Cody’s first baby. Rex was a little brother from the beginning but Wooley is an infant baby who deserves a cuddle. Cody will not take criticisms about that he WILL cry on you.

Waxer and Boil crashed back into their lives with Numa about 6 months after they adopted her and now they’re being very useful in helping take care of all these damn kids.

Three lothcats that all have the exact same fur pattern, it took Obi-Wan about two weeks to realize they in fact, have three cats, not one. He found this out while Cody was in the shower one morning and Obi-Wan woke up to all three of them on him or napping against him. Cody came out of the shower and nearly went right back in when he realized he’d been found out. Turns out he needn’t worry, as the orange lothcats are getting along with his orange riduur very well. They’re creating a no-braincells club only for other orange idiots. Everyone else in this goddamn house other than Boga and Grogu and Numa is a brunet so no one else is allowed to join. The twins wanna dye their hair but they want pink and blue so they can’t join either.

That spider in the corner that everyone to too afraid to deal with stays with them for a while till Grogu stumbles upon it and eats it.

Anyways. This is my new fave idea. Cody and Obi keep adopting kids and animals so Anakin can’t ask them to babysit his terrors. Obi-Wan would love to babysit them but Cody is afraid of Leia cause after she starts speaking it’s VERY clear she is some sort of evil little mind reader. Obi-Wan has decided she’ll be his next Padawan. Him and Reva spoil her.

#star wars #obi wan kenobi #clone wars #commander cody #Obi is the only orange boy in this house till those cats come along #he was feelin out of place #codywan #post clone wars

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

Obi-Wan and Vader's final duel is rudely interrupted when Obi-Wan senses a presence he has not felt since... Well.

Pure crack. Star Wars crack.

A much less angsty version of Truth serum | Febuwhump 2021 by @redrobinhoods.

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And speaking of, everybody should totally check out this post about Land Back in Aotearoa and donate if you can.

#star wars #star wars crack #sw crack #sw #star wars original trilogy #sw original trilogy #codywan #obi-wan kenobi #clone commander cody #commander cody #purge trooper cody #darth vader #anakin sykwalker #luke skywalker #leia organa #han solo #artoo detoo #the clone wars #star wars the clone wars #post clone wars #swtcw #star wars tcw #sw tcw #sw clone wars #clone wars #original trilogy #sw the clone wars #reunion #fluff #crack

[geek-en-chic]

Phoenix Squadron, Report!

I hope you all enjoy my Hera Syndulla Cosplay for PAX East! I am so happy with how she came out and I can't wait to show you the pictures from our photoshoot.

#hera syndulla #star wars rebels #star wars cosplay #Hera Syndulla Cosplay #star wars costumes #star wars #twi'lek #cosplay props #geek.en.chic #disney #clone wars #post clone wars #sw rebels #rebel alliance #cosplay #phoenix squadron #I will never let sw rebels die

[brachiosaurus-on]

ooh, your post about padawans unlearning that battle mindset after the war reminds of an au i was brainstorming where anakin was trained by mace. i had him make a joke to obi-wan like, "master windu's going to make me retake the trials when the war's over, i'll be a padawan again when i'm 30" & then i went. wait a sec. that's actually not a bad idea. i could see the jedi doing something like that actually

(original post)

oh yes anon, lmao at the idea that anakin knows he's going to fail and be a padawan again 😂 but for real, I think they would absolutely dedicate a lot of time to training/retraining after the war.

Sorry it took me so long to respond, feel free to tell me more about your au!

#brachio answers #star wars #post clone wars #i would love to hear more about an exploration of mace helping anakin unlearn that mindset #and i'm curious what sort of circumstantial changes you made with mace training anakin

[echojedis]

Rex: Whose lost child is this

#I drew this a month ago but the anniversary of the clone wars movie seems like a good time to post it #captain rex #ahsoka tano #the clone wars #art #drew ahsoka in the wrong outfit but I like her totj outfit better anyway #I didn’t realise k*ren tr*viss wrote this oof