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Hello there, this is my introductory post because i have no idea how this thing works at all
But hello! Im soka_brute, an aspiring artist who love everything star wars and spider-man related!
Uhm heres a drawing I did for May the 4th this year of Ezra Bridger!
Did a bunch of fanart with my OCs and other people’s OCs side by side. And to bonus it.. because my brain doesn’t just draw — it writes entire scenes. Like I’ll sketch them together and suddenly I’ve got a mini movie in my head, complete with dialogue, tension, backstory, everything. So of course I ended up writing little scenes/chapters to go with the art because my silly little brain can’t shut up once the cinematic universe starts rolling 😁🎬
Please enjoy each crossover event!
Note: I had these in my drafts if people like them, I love to do more fanart and more short stories.
Also! This isn’t canon or meant to disrespect anyone’s OC — this was strictly for fun and made out of genuine appreciation for these artists, their stories, and their amazing creations. 💛
Again! This is strictly for fun!
Jazzori made a generous donation to the Jedi Temple following the bombing, and Master Seban personally oversaw the reconstruction efforts. When she arrived to see the progress, she moved quietly through the half-finished halls, unsure of who to speak to or how else she might help. The hum of repair droids echoed around her as she approached Seban, who was watching the temple slowly rebuild itself.
Without even looking up, Seban smiled knowingly and said, “Thank you for your donation, Miss Dalear. The younglings will soon be able to complete their training thanks to the aid you’ve provided.”
Jazzori paused, her expression softening. She crossed her arms, a warm smile tugging at her lips as she watched the workers and Jedi rebuilding what had once been lost. “If there’s anything more I can do...”
Seban finally turned to face her, interrupting with quiet appreciation. “You already have.”
The end….?
Seban is owned by @jazaesis
Beka stood across from her old friend—Obi-Wan Kenobi. The young boy she had once watched Qui-Gon Jinn train now stood before her, his once warm eyes clouded with something far more sinister.
“I don’t want to fight you, Obi-Wan,” Beka said softly, her voice trembling despite her composure.
Kenobi only laughed, the sound cold and hollow. “You’re getting older, Rebekath… slower.” With a hiss, his crimson blade ignited, casting an eerie glow across his face.
“I will not fight you,” Beka stood calm but her hearts pounding in her ear.
Obi-Wan struck first, the clash of plasma lighting the ruined chamber in bursts of blue and red. Beka ignited both blue and green blades as she blocked each strike with precision, but never once returned the blow. Her tears shimmered in the light of their blades. “Is this what Qui-Gon would have wanted?!” she cried.
Obi-Wan’s lips curled into a cruel smirk. “Qui-Gon is gone. His faith died with him.”
Beka’s hearts sank, her voice breaking as she whispered, “Then you are truly gone too…”
The end…?
This was a DTIYS challenge by @ndekvart but I had a story in my head.
Biala gently set her infant daughter, Alinica, down beside the small Pyke, Gereon. The baby shrimp tilted his head curiously, his large bright eyes blinking as if trying to make sense of the tiny togruta beside him. He had never seen anyone like her before from her bright blue montrals to her soft lekku fascinated him.
Biala smiled warmly at Ti’ad, Gereon’s mother, who returned the gesture with quiet understanding. Both women watched as their children studied one another.
Alinica let out a delighted coo, her tiny hands reaching toward Gereon’s tunic. The sound made Gereon jump slightly, then blink in surprise. Slowly, with the hesitant bravery only a baby could muster, he scooted closer until he sat right beside her.
Alinica giggled, the soft sound bubbling like music. Gereon stared at her, utterly fascinated, before clumsily offering her the small carved medallion he’d been holding. The two infants sat together, babbling nonsense, unaware that a quiet friendship had already begun.
The end…?
Gereon is owned by @vogelfreyh
Blight didn’t know what to think when Jetto stepped out without his armor; the only thing he still wore was his red Mandalorian helmet. The sight made Blight raise a brow, hands on his hips.
“Vod… really? Just the helmet?” he asked, half amused, half exasperated.
Jetto didn’t look his way as he strode past. “This is the Way,” he said simply.
Blight let out a short laugh and followed after him. “It’s just 79’s, Jetto. You’ll basically look like the rest of us… just paler. You’re not going to take the helmet off?”
Jetto paused mid-step. “My helmet is my—”
“Yeah, yeah,” Blight interrupted, waving a gloved hand. “Sacred oath of your clan, I know, I know.“
Jetto turned his head slightly, the dark visor of his helmet catching the light. He said nothing, his helmet tilting slightly as if considering the words.
Blight sighed and added with a teasing grin, “Come on, could use a drink buckethead or not you’re still buying.”
Jetto finally gave a quiet laugh beneath the helmet. For all his rules and rituals, he couldn’t help but enjoy Blight’s dry humor.
The two walked on no words needed.
The End…?
Blight owned by @aknull (updated)
It was Thoka’s idea. He had proposed to Beka that they test Seneca’s instincts; see how she’d fared after all she had endured. Seneca’s return had been nothing short of a miracle; for so long, all assumed the worst. But now, with the war raging across the galaxy, clones being assigned, and Jedi ranked and repositioned, Thoka wanted to ensure she was truly ready.
The hum of lightsabers filled the training hall as Thoka’s green blade met Seneca’s own. Their strikes clashed in flashes of emerald light, the rhythm sharp and deliberate. Beka watched from the sidelines, her place on the council could wait.
Seneca’s signature braid hung on the wrong side; a small, familiar testament she’d kept since she was a youngling. As Seneca strikes Thoka’s blade with her own, and he could see it in her movements. The tension and the weight of lost years, while her strikes were fierce, intentional, but rushed. Each motion carried frustration more than focus.
“Patience, Seneca,” Thoka said firmly, his tone calm but sharp. “Not everything needs to be cut with a lightsaber.”
Seneca faltered, her breath heavy as she lowered her weapon. “I’m sorry, Master. I… I just—”
Thoka deactivated his blade and stepped closer, resting a steady hand on her shoulder. “You did well,” he said, his voice softer now. “But remember—these are times of war. There is no room for doubt. It’s not a luxury we can afford. Still, Master Hardt trained you well.”
At the mention of her teacher’s name, Seneca turned toward Beka, who stood with arms folded in her sleeves and a knowing nod. The silent pride in her eyes said more than any words could.
Seneca looked back at Thoka and straightened. “I’ll try, Master Thoka.”
He nodded once, a small, approving smile forming beneath his beard. “That’s all any of us can do.”
As he dismissed her, Thoka lingered for a moment, watching the young woman leave the training floor. The same girl he’d once seen running through the Temple halls with boundless curiosity was now walking toward a future even the Jedi couldn’t prepare themselves for.
The End…?
Thoka owned by @prettiestcaptain
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