I AM NO JEDI.

𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝙽𝙾 𝙹𝙴𝙳𝙸. 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙸𝙽𝚀𝚄𝙸𝚂𝙸𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚂 𝚂𝙰𝚆 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃.

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𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄! this is an independent, selective writing blog run by achilles featuring ahsoka tano from the star wars series. i am not affiliated with the creators of this media and the characters belong to their respective creators. give my rules a read before interacting with me.

because of ahsoka’s story & setting, this writing blog will explore some dark themes. triggering material will be tagged upon request. this blog, like all my muses, is a sideblog to @miscelliany​. all follows will come from there.

[carnivalsofsilverfish]

GIRLS!!!

Hi hello I’m here to gay up your Star Wars

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@luminousxbeings

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@luminousxbeings - continued from here! 

sabers  move  in  a  flurry  of  white  light,  deflecting  the  hail  of  blaster-fire  that  descends  upon  ahsoka  and  kaeden.  several  stormtroopers  are  struck  by  the  returning  fire  as  ahsoka  ducks  behind  a  bulkhead  alongside  kaeden.  ❝  come  on,  ❞  voice  takes  on  a  teasing  tone.  ❝  it’s  not  an  entire  base,  it’s  more  like  .  .  .  half  an  entire  base!  ❞  

despite  her  levity,  ahsoka  understands  the  gravity  of  the  situation,  especially  with  kaeden’s  safety  at  stake.  as  one  of  the  rebellion’s  best  doctors,  her  work  has  saved  not  only  ahsoka’s  life,  but  the  lives  of  countless  soldiers.  kaeden  larte  is  important  to  the  rebellion  —  and  to  ahsoka  herself.  

this  assignment  had  seemed  straightforward  during  her  debriefing  :  an  infiltration  mission  taking  her  and  one  chosen  ally  to  the  heart  of  a  nevarro  imperial  base.  over  serval  weeks,  ahsoka  accumulated  intelligence  indicating  that  imperial  forces  were  planning  an  assault  on  the  dantooine  rebel  base,  the  exact  specifics  of  which  could  be  found  on  a  datastick  imperial  admirals  used  to  transfer  battle  plans  between  star  destroyers.  it  hadn’t  been  easy  to  retrieve,  but  .  .  .  

❝  it’s  going  to  be  worth  the  trouble.  this  is  going  to  turn  the  tide  of  the  war,  ❞  ahsoka  holds  the  datastick  up  between  two  fingers  before  quickly  returning  it  to  her  side.  ❝  don’t  worry,  kaeden.  when  we  get  out  of  here  alive,  i’ll  take  you  on  a  real  date.  now,  get  ready  to  move!  ❞  with  that,  ahsoka  leaps  from  their  cover.  sabers  move  with  practiced  ease,  blocking  each  blast  and  giving  kaeden  an  opening  to  return  fire. 

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@luminousxbeings - continued from here! 

i  am  one  with  the  force,  the  force  is  with  me.    

all  ahsoka  can  see  is  the  glaring,  cold  light  above  her.  senses  fade  and  return  :  light  is  drowned  in  darkness  only  to  resurface  moments  later.  throat  too  dry  to  speak  above  a  whisper,  the  effort  too  great  for  her  tired  body.  ears  catch  pieces  of  sentences,  a  familiar  voice, 

❝  …not  one  with  the  force,  ahsoka  tano!  ❞

above  all,  a  throbbing  pain  in  her  ribcage.  her  sense  of  touch  returns,  and  ahsoka  can  feel  warm,  sticky  blood  on  her  hands.  the  memory  of  how  she  received  the  wound  comes  to  her  slowly,  muddled  by  pain  &  waning  consciousness.  the  inquisitors  defeated  on  malachor  were  quickly  replaced.  in  their  stead,  two  new  inquisitors  had  taken  the  mantle  as  vader’s  executioners.  ahsoka  confronted  them  on  vrogas  vas,  among  the  ruins  of  a  jedi  temple.  their  unsheathed  blades  glowed  crimson  like  lightsabers,  imbued  with  the  force’s  power.  but  when  they  pierced  skin,  the  swords  left  wounds  uncauterized.  ahsoka  rapidly  traded  blows  with  each  inquisitor,  though  skill  alone  could  not  shield  her  from  every  strike.  one  inquisitor  was  felled  by  his  own  destruction  :  when  ahsoka  evaded  an  attack,  the  blade  instead  struck  an  enormous  stone  pillar,  which  collapsed  upon  him.  the  other  inquisitors  had  soon  retreated.  left  alone  with  her  wounds,  ahsoka  could  do  little  to  stem  the  bleeding. 

i  am  one  with  the  force,  the  force  is  with  me. 

blue  eyes  close.  so  many  jedi  had  fallen  during  the  clone  wars,  and  even  more  perished  with  the  rise  of  the  empire.  many  accepted  their  fate  calmly,  peacefully.  they  spoke  of  becoming  one  with  the  force  in  the  jedi  code  :  there  is  no  death,  there  is  the  force.  to  vanish,  to  disappear,  to  slip  away  peacefully  into  the  afterlife  —  that  is  a  jedi’s  way. 

i  am  one  with  the  force,  the  force  is  with  me.  

all  ahsoka  has  ever  been  is  a  solider.  if  it  is  the  will  of  the  force,  she  will  die  with  acceptance,  as  all  jedi  did. but  she  won’t  go  down  without  a  fight.  in  the  silent  darkness  behind  her  eyelids,  ahsoka  takes  in  a  slow  breath.  thoughts  drift  to  the  temple  on  courscant,  her  days  spent  sitting  cross-legged,  struggling  to  center  her  mind.  though  her  extremities  are  numb  &  heavy,  ahsoka  feels  the  living  force  around  her.  the  air  almost  hums  with  its  presence.  i’m  not  done  fighting  yet,  she  tells  it.  it’s  going  to  take  more  than  that  to  finish  me  off. 

i  am  one  with  the  force,  the  force  is  with— 

ahsoka  is  jostled  from  her  thoughts  when  a  hand  touches  her  cheek.  her  eyes  open  blearily,  gaze  struggles  to  focus  on  the  face  in  front  of  her.    mouth  opens,  lips  form  the  name,  yet  her  voice  fails.  kaeden? 

❝   you’re  not  done  yet.  this  isn’t  the  end  of  your  story.  you  don’t  get  to  bow  out  on  me  again,  not  like  this! ❞

ahsoka  offers  no  vocal  reply.  she  simply  places  a  bloodstained  hand  over  kaden’s  own. 

[starlitesparrow]

Ahsoka and the boys 🧡💙(cropped to where I liked it lmao)

[zilodak]

So... we’re just gonna surrender?

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ahsoka tano ways to say i love you: “the republic couldn’t have asked for better soldiers, nor i a better friend.” “i’ve learned from the best, including you.” “relax, i’ll help you.” “if i’m not with you, who else will have your back?” “be strong, just a little bit longer.” “i won’t leave you. not this time.”

( inspired by this post by @compassionhero ) 

[letoscrawls]

More Crimson Dawn Ahsoka! The cloak design is inspired by Anakin’s outfit in AotC!!

Also!!!! Thank you for the kind responses to my previous post!! Your comments had me rolling 

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url change!  dualweilding > dualsabered 

[compassionhero]

@dualweilding

     luke isn’t used to his cybernetic yet. it’s easy to use and close to painless, but the weight and strength and sensitivity, those are all different. it presses hard into ahsoka’s back when he hugs her. it feels like years since he saw her.

     he doesn’t say what’s wrong. when luke gets upset, he talks the way a smuggler flies with imperials on his tail. it’s always been like he can’t stop, or he’ll choke to death on what he feels. but this time he can’t find the words.

     they’ve already talked about his father so many times.

     is it true? did you know? before, he would never have wondered if ahsoka was hiding anything from him. he doesn’t like what the questions stir in him. confusion, resentment, anger… especially the anger. she must be able to feel it.

     “i fought vader,”   he finally says into her shoulder. she must have heard by now.

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three days.  it’s been three days since luke’s return from bespin, three days since leia carried her brother, bruised & bloodied & still, so still, from the falcon. ahsoka, stalled by shock & sinking dread, hadn’t been able to get closer than a few feet from luke before the rebel medics surged forward. as they carried him away, she caught a glimpse of his burned, blackened right wrist. asking for an explanation, for answers, anything, she had taken leia’s shoulders in her hands. 

i can’t describe it, leia’s gaze was unfocused, her tone distant. it’s as though i could hear him calling to me. 

they’d found him clinging to an antenna below cloud city. ahsoka could only imagine how afraid he’d been, alone, thousands of miles in the air, having just faced the deadliest sith in the galaxy — his own father. 

the thought made ahsoka want to scream. 

she doesn’t know what forces control the galaxy  — the force itself, the son, the daughter, the father — but she wanted to find it, she wanted to go to it and scream, IT’S NOT FAIR!  it’s not fair that this boy should suffer for the mistakes of his father. it’s not fair that he should take a galaxy’s suffering upon his shoulders because of his father’s weakness. it’s not fair that the jedi & the sith, the rebellion & the empire alike whisper constantly in his ears, telling him who he is, who he should be, & how he should feel.  ahsoka was only a child, once, and war made her grow up too quickly. it’s not fair that it should happen to luke, too.  when she sees luke for the first time in days, her heart is filled with both joy and regret. when she takes him into her arms, his cybernetic arm is cold against her back & his anger is hot & the heavy silence between them threatens to crush them both under its weight. 

he speaks, breaking the silence, and for a moment, ahsoka is afraid to let go. she is afraid that when she steps back, she will stare into the eyes of someone she doesn’t recognize, someone who hates her. a second goes by, then two, and ahsoka regards him at arm’s length. 

“ i know. leia told me. ” the conversation feels stagnant & hollow. blue gaze averts briefly before returning to his face. ahsoka struggles to keep her voice steady and calm. “ luke, i’m so sorry i didn’t tell you. ” 

[foxymuses]

@dualweilding sent   😡 from this meme (accepting!) for cal!

“look, maybe you get to just ‘quit’ being a jedi, but not all of us can do that, alright? it’s not exactly an option for me, i’ve tried.”

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sharply she turns to look at him, deactivating her lightsabers, a scowl on her face. “ the order expelled me. ” the words come out clipped, short, matter-of-fact. blue eyes regard him with a lingering, smoldering spark of anger, but she crosses her arms over her chest and makes no threatening movements.  his words hurt, but she won’t retaliate, she won’t her anger control her. “ i chose not to rejoin the order, yes, but i chose not to return because the council lost faith in me, and that nearly cost me my life! ” the lack of elaboration is purposeful. her expulsion, the order — they were both reminders of everything she’s lost. she straightens, expression softening as her anger fades. 

[elivanto]

Ahsoka Tano ↳ dual lightsabers opening stance

[skynovae]

starter for @dualweilding​ !

HE’S GLAD TO HAVE HER   back safely. Anakin had feared for her safety after she’d disappeared, worrying that she’d never come back. And, luckily, the pair had been given two weeks of leave, at Anakin’s request, for Ahsoka to recover from her ordeal. 

“ so, anywhere you’d like to go? ”   he asks, sticking close by her side as they return to their shared chambers.   “ or would you rather just stay here on coruscant? ”

His anxiety, fear, and premature grief still lingers in his veins, making its way out as it’s washed away by a wave of relief. He was terrified that he might have lost her. While he’s always feared losing her, when those fears are realised, it becomes so much worse. 

It isn’t the first time he’s lost someone. 

But this time he tries to hide it better (though it’s still nearly impossible), knowing that the strength of his attachments could cause him to be seen in a negative light. 

Waiting for Ahsoka to come home was one of the hardest things he’d ever done.

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taking a seat on her bed, ahsoka closes her eyes and takes her first steady breath since her time on wasskah. when she opens them, she’s met with warm sunlight filtering into the room through the blinds, slanted patches of light that glow yellow on the floor. the sight of it should comfort her, but all she can think of is the meager light that cut through the briar forest’s darkness, casting shadows against the harrowed faces of despondent younglings. light and shadow were the two constants of trandoshan: the forest was dark, dimly lit even in daytime, but if they climbed high enough, the dense thorns and briars would give way to an expansive, bright, yellow sky.  the younglings she met on wasskah struggled with a different type of darkness. forced to fight for their own survival — not their lives, survival — hope drained out of them like the last light of day sinking below the horizon. ahsoka had fought harder than she had ever before to inspire hope in the younglings, as though she could break through the briars of wasskah and show them all the bright sky above, the hope just within reach. but it felt as though even her best efforts were met with worse odds, with encroaching darkness. kalifa’s hope had been an encouraging spark only to be snuffed out by a blaster’s deadly shot. ahsoka had mourned kalifa… 

but she didn’t give up.  she went back to the younglings determined to find a guiding light in the darkness, a way out of this hopeless struggle. with their help, their growing hope, and her master’s teachings, they’d managed to find it. she’d stepped into the light of day and reunited with her family on courscant, back where she belongs. ahsoka’s gaze falls on anakin’s face. the daylight illuminates his features, and she searches for any sign of guilt, of fear. he shouldn’t bear the burden of her ordeal. his teachings kept her alive, they didn’t condemn her to her fate on wasskah. looking at him now, she wants to assuage his worries, to assure him that she was alright. 

the words were stuck like a lump in her throat.  in truth, she was still trying to reacclimate herself to life on courscant. she hadn’t been away long enough to truly forget what it was like, but days of struggling to survive in the forests made her used to the rhythmic pounding of her heart against her ribcage, the rush of adrenaline in her veins. more than anything, she needs to feel like herself again. so she looks up at anakin and musters a smile.  she attempts to give him a look. ❝ i don’t think i need all this time off, master.  i could go back to my training today. ❞  a part of her wants to. there is a strange sense of normalcy to be found in fighting the war’s everyday battles at her master’s side. ❝ but since you requested it, i don’t want all this time to go to waste. ❞ she stands, goes to the window and opens the blinds, allowing the sunlight to wash over her. courscant hums with life just outside her window: ships passing on trade routes, troopships transporting soldiers, cruisers carrying jedi. the day was theirs for the taking. ❝ courscant’s a big planet. i bet we’ll be able to stir up some trouble. ❞ she arches a brow. 

[fshto]

“ HAVE FAITH , padawan , ” he quietly teases her as he guides the light of his lightsaber forward. The darkness of the cave starved off for the time being by the blinding green light , and his grin only grows as water drip from the cracks above them , “ the clones will be here soon and you will not have to suffer from the awful —–fish smell any longer. ”

‹    ⋮    @littlebookstore​ for ahsoka / starter call

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ahsoka’s efforts to suppress a sheepish smile are futile. she’d stepped away to complain to anakin about the rather potent smell over her comlink earlier, but it appears that her voice had carried. ❝ my apologies, master fisto. i know this mission is important, ❞ she reaches for the shoto at her side and ignites it, the green blade blazing to life alongside kit’s own. she meets his eyes and raises an eyebrow. ❝ but it is a strong fish smell. ❞ despite her levity, she understands the gravity of the mission: according to her briefing, the jedi were called to coral city on dac to help ease tensions between the mon calamari and the quarren. the resources embedded in cave systems like these were valuable to the mon calamari and vital to the manufacturing of warships and transports — ships the republic desperately needs. but it was the quarren who claimed ownership of the caves, and when the mon calamari protested, tensions rose. the two had been exploring the caves with when part of the system collapsed, separating the jedi from the accompanying clone regiment. she surveys the area — the rubble at their backs, the expansive darkness before them. ❝ i know you’ve been on dac before. how large do you think this system is? ❞ 

[jamillias]

neat chevrons vs. tiger stripes  

(species diversity is cool)

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[darthxylek]

“When I left the order,” he says, taking a step forward, “I did it out of rage. Because I knew I was meant for more. The Jedi were far too limited and their views of the Force were… annoying.”

@dualweilding​ 

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ahsoka’s jaw sets. she, too, steps forward, a hand reaching for her lightsabers more out of preparation than aggression. ❝ i left the order to find a new purpose. you say you were meant for more, but this doesn’t look like more to me. ❞ she takes a few steps to his left, circling him in an effort to avoid direct confrontation. ❝ you’re wrong. there are jedi who aren’t as limited as you say. jedi who trust the force, wherever it leads them. ❞ she speaks more of one jedi in particular, but her expression does not betray her emotions.