Lasting Change

Indie RP blog for Ahsoka from Clone Wars and Rebels. | Follows back from badgersrphub

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kaminosfinest replied to your post “     … Fives has nothing but big brother energy and anyone who so much...”

.... liSTEN

Don’t make her use her weapons in a gross way, Fives. She’ll do it.

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     ... Fives has nothing but big brother energy and anyone who so much as looks at him funny will get a saber to the groin. No one touches her brother.

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[GOOD MORNING EVERYONE <3 i’ve been busy busy busy. i don’t have a lot of time to scroll the dash or pay attention to every notification i get. hopefully some time this week i can sit and just check through snips’s stuff. until then sending in memes/unprompted stuff to the askbox is the best way to be sure i’ll see something :D that’s actually kinda always the best way to do stuff with me since my time online is limited.]

[maulsapprentice]

Character aesthetics >> Ahsoka Tano

“I am no Jedi.”

[charmymemes]

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

feel  free  to  change  any  pronouns  or  subjects  (or  reverse).      tw  for  blood,  death  and  physical  violence  mention.

‘  is  it  complete?  ’

‘  who  are  you?  ’

‘  who  is  this?  ’

‘  why  are  you  bleeding?  ’

‘  what  would  i  do  without  you?  ’

‘  do  you  feel  alright?  ’

‘  what’s  your  name?  ’

‘  why  do  you  hate  me?  ’

‘  do  you  want  something  to  eat?  ’

‘  aren’t  you  supposed  to  be  someone  important?  ’

‘  did  you  read  it  yet?  ’

‘  can  you  help  me?  ’

‘  why  do  you  act  so  weirdly?  ’

‘  what  do  i  do  with  someone  like  you?  ’

‘  you  awake?  ’

‘  can’t  you  tell  left  from  right?  ’

‘  how  dare  you?  ’

‘  can  i  have  a  word?  ’

‘  why  didn’t  you  fight  back?  ’

‘  can  you  stop  interupting  me?  ’

‘  why  are  you  here?  ’

‘  what  happened?  ’

‘  haven’t  you  said  enough?  ’

‘  why  are  you  still  ___?  ’

‘  why  don’t  you  shut  up  and  be  quiet?  ’

‘  what  did  you  dream  of?  ’

‘  why  are  you  yelling?  ’

‘  how  could  you  say  that?  ’

‘  is  that  mine?  ’

‘  why  did  you  turn  out  this  way?  ’

‘  are  you  talking  to  me?  ’

‘  why  won’t  he  date  me?  ’

‘  why  did  you  hit  him?  ’

‘  why  are  you  crying  yourself  to  sleep?  ’ 

‘  are  you  serious?  ’

‘  who  did  this?  ’

‘  will  i  regret  this?  ’

‘  do  you  promise?  ’

‘  is  that  mine?  ’

‘  am  i  dead?  ’

‘  can  you  stop  moving?  ’

‘  is  he  looking  at  me?  ’

‘  does  it  hurt?  ’

‘  how  did  that  happen?  ’

‘  what’s  the  weather  for  tomorrow?  ’

‘  are  you  in  love  with  me  yet?  ’

‘  is  it  that  important?  ’

‘  want  some?  ’

‘  was  that  an  accident?  ’

‘  what’s  the  deal  with  you?  ’

‘  who  do  you  think  you  are?  ’

‘  can  i  ask  you  something?  ’

‘  why  don’t  you  leave  then?  ’

‘  how  could  you?  ’

‘  is  this  all  you  can  do?  ’

‘  why  is  this  here?  ’

‘  how  did  you  get  in  here?  ’

‘  is  it  freezing  to  you?  ’

‘  what  are  you  making  tdday?  ’

‘  are  you  lost?  ’

‘  has  it  been  that  long?  ’

‘  how  could  you?  ’

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3 LITTLE WORDS... || starter pack

Send me one to see how my muse reacts. Some are fluffy, some are angsty, some are smutty, some are something else entirely…

Some of these may be triggering or NSFW!

“I love you.”

“I hate you.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“I guess so…”

“I guess not.”

“Love me, please.”

“Don’t say that.”

“Don’t do that.”

“Don’t touch me.”

“Please, hold me.”

“Pain changes people.”

“You haven’t changed.”

“Please don’t go.”

“Look behind you.”

“Go kill yourself.”

“I can change.”

“Don’t ever change.”

“Want a hit?”

“Do you smoke?”

“Fuck me now.”

“Take my hand.”

“Lead the way.”

“Duck and cover!”

“Just go home.”

“Take me home.”

“Walk me there?”

“Everyone, shut up!”

“Just shut up.”

“Please stop it.”

“Please don’t die.”

“I need you.”

“I want you.”

“Want a hug?”

“Want a kiss?”

“Are you sure?”

“Are you lying?”

“That’s the truth.”

“I’m not lying.”

“Oh my God.”

“For fuck’s sake!”

“I got it.”

“I found it.”

“Call me later.”

“Text me later.”

“Don’t call me.”

“Are you crying?”

“I wasn’t crying.”

“Please don’t laugh.”

“Please don’t cry.”

“That’s a lie.”

“What’d they say?”

“What’ll it be?”

“It’s last call.”

“It’s almost midnight.”

“Do you promise?”

“That’s a promise.”

“Are you serious?”

“Don’t bullshit me.”

“I punched him.”

“I killed him.”

“I kissed him.”

“I love him.”

“I hate him.”

“I lied before.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“I’m not sorry.”

“I’ll come over.”

“Can you come?”

“Want to cuddle?”

“Maybe we should.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t.”

“You don’t say.”

“Make me come.”

“Did you come?”

“I stole it.”

“I broke it.”

“Any bones broken?”

“Are you okay?”

“Are you hurt?”

“That must’ve hurt.”

“He was lying.”

“It’s our song.”

“Can I help?”

“Help me out.”

“Please, for me?”

“Anything for you.”

“I doubt it.”

“I believe you.”

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[what a crazy week. i’m pooped. i’m gonna try to be around tumblah this weekend. this evening is for chill time]

[ekikeki]

and Ahsoka again х) cm for @peredhel

[cruisercrusher]

They didn’t have time to modify a chestplate but at least now she’s wearing an actual SHIRT

[kaminosfinest]

@snipstofulcrum TIME TO GET CONFY.

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kaminosfinest​:

“Come on, C’mander! I’m what they call the best. They wrote it across my growth acceleration tank when I was just a little bugger, and that’s the truth. It was all in red, ‘fore I could even read! I think, y’know, based on that alone- I got good chances of being the Best Boy.”

“Well obviously you’d never lie to me or exaggerate the truth so this can’t be argued with. BUT you do have to compete with a lot of other Very Good Boys. There’s Rex and Kix and Fives and Sunny and Cody and Twof’r and--” Yes she’s listing everyone now.

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skywclker​:

The lady’s touch was understanding and gentle; he can’t help but move into it. While his loss may not have been on the apocalyptic scale of Leia’s, the universe he’d known had been torn from beneath him. The peaceful existence he had eked out as a moisture farmer on Tatooine seemed a lifetime ago now. He had tried to forge new relationships with those around him, but he was still an orphan without a home to return to once the day was done.

❛ You really think he’ll come back? ❜ there was no much he didn’t know about the Force. The Force religion didn’t have a stronghold on the Outer Rim world of Tatooine; it was something uttered occasionally as a curse or a fairytale. Ben was the one who had made him believe in the stories. ❛ Is he… is he not really gone? ❜

His gaze downcast, hanging onto the hope that while his uncle and aunt may never return that there was still a chance someone from his childhood would.

❛ My training with Ben was– ❜ how could he phrase it? Rushed? While he had managed to wile some time away on the Falcon learning the basics, his experience of the Force was mostly instinctive. ❛ We didn’t have much time together. ❜

He unclips the lightsaber from his belt – the strange weapon he wore as much as a symbol of his family than anything else – and turned it over, allowing the light to catch the surface. It was nicked and dented in places; elegant but battered by the war. 

❛ I think my father would have wanted me to continue to learn about the Force, ❜ he tries to assure himself, reaching out to a parental figure he never knew. He bites his lip, nods to himself and meets Ahsoka’s eye. ❛ Are you sure? I mean, you must have a thousand more important things to do than teach me. I’m not even sure exactly what the Jedi ideology is. ❜

Would Obi-Wan return as a spirit. For her? No. For Luke? Unquestionably yes. That truth stung, but Ahsoka endured it. She knew hadn’t simply stopped caring for her; he’d obviously been called to something incredibly important and that required secrecy. Still, knowing he was alive and being forbidden to see him would have been better than thinking he was dead for so many years.

“Of course he will,” she soothed with a gentle smile. “Those connected to the Force never truly abandon us.” She wished she’d been able to believe that after the catastrophe she’d experienced leaving Mandalore. The Jedi preached tidbits like that and then damned emotional attachments.

“Obi-Wan’s lessons to me were on the fly more often than not.” She smirked, stepping back with folded arms. Of course, they’d been fighting a war at the time. The moment Yoda had sent her out to find Anakin, she’d gone from student to soldier. And she’d hated it. Thank goodness Rex and Anakin had supported her as much as they had. Were it not for them, she might have walked away much sooner. Yet here she was, still fighting, still watching friends die, still struggling to hold on to the tiniest piece of hope that peace might be achievable. 

Getting a good look at Luke’s saber-- Anakin’s; that was Anakin’s...-- was another twist of the knife. She kept her face skillfully impassive.

“You’re not the first Force-sensitive person I’ve met since the fall of the Republic. But you are one of the few survivors.” Losing Kanan had hurt; it had left her the last escapee of Order 66. She refused to believe Ezra was dead, but the remained that he was missing. She regretting not spending more time with him; the lessons she’d imparted were important but they felt hollow now that he was gone. She hadn’t done enough for him. She wouldn’t make the same mistake again.

“I would be honored to teach you. Nothing is more important that making sure you stand a fighting chance against the Empire. Obviously you’re an exceptional pilot already; though if you’d like lessons from General Syndulla, I could arrange that. I can help you learn to effectively wield that lightsaber so you don’t cut your own leg off. It’s happened. And there are skillful uses of the Force that everyone should have under their belt. I’m sure Commander Rex would be happy to instruct you on battle tactics and hand-to-hand combat.”

She paused and raised a hand peacefully. “But... if you want to walk away, return home and leave the fighting for others, I won’t deny you that path. You’ve already helped our efforts in a way no one can match. I won’t force you to be a soldier.”

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[sweet baby pure goat looks so cute in my trooper sweater <3 but, darling, it’s summer time. pick one of the t-shirts before you overheat pls]

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kaminosfinest replied to your post “ahsoka, who is Best Boy?”

Hardcase: ME!!!!!!

“See, this is also a trap. Because if I say yes to the first person to step up it makes me look like a pushover. Even though Hardcase is a Very Good Boy.”

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ahsoka, who is Best Boy?

“I feel like this is a trap and it would be wiser for me to say nothing at all.”

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Their relationship.

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skywclker​:

❛ Yeah, Be–Obi-Wan Kenobi, ❜ he corrects himself, still not used to the name. He’d grown up hearing tales about the old hermit carving out an existence deep in the desert. The one who had slain a Krayt Dragon and feared no one; not even the Tusken Raiders. That hero’s name was Ben Kenobi – Obi-Wan just didn’t seem to fit. His excitement blossoms, finally receiving the confirmation he so desperately needed: he wasn’t alone in all this. Someone else had known the Jedi. He can sense it even now; how the Force warms around them. A tie between two strangers forged in energy. 

❛ Oh, he um– ❜ a flash of memory of the last time he saw his mentor smile at him. His gaze drops, shuffling his feet as he tries to fight off the accompanying grief. While Ben’s guidance through the Force was great, it was nothing compared to encouraging smiles and pats on the shoulder. ❛ He… ❜

When Vader had slashed the Master down so cruelly, Luke had lost the only parental figure he’d had left. It was like being cut adrift into a universe he barely understood – an orphan in every sense of the word. 

❛ He’s dead, ❜ he feels the need to defend himself. As though this lady would somehow turn upon him with accusations: why didn’t you protect him? He looks up in a panic, taking a step closer to the stranger he hoped would accept him. ❛ He–He gave his life to protect us. Han, Leia and me; I mean. If he hadn’t Vader would have… we would never have been able to escape. ❜

I never wanted him to die. I wish he was here now. I need him to be here now. 

❛ I still sense him sometimes… in the Force, ❜ at least he’s sure that’s what he senses. Like the gentle brush of a kind memory. Ben was there; somehow. 

Ahsoka knew what would be said the moment Luke’s gaze broke away from hers. Obi-Wan might have been alive all this time but she would have no reunion with him. He was truly gone now. As she’d expected, the little bit of hope was promptly crushed. But it left no fresh sting. She’d already mourned Obi-Wan, already lived years thinking he was gone from her life as horribly as other Masters. This at least gave her the relief of knowing that Obi-Wan had been able to escape execution and protect Anakin’s child.

Yet there was a small ounce of bitterness there too. Why hadn’t he reached out to her? She hadn’t completely shut herself off from the Force. He would have been able to tell she was alive. She would have kept the secret; she would have helped. But then she wouldn’t have been traveling; she wouldn’t have been on Raada. She wouldn’t have gathered the parts to build her sabers or taken down Inquisitors or started building the roots of the rebellion with Bail. Loathe as she was to admit it, maybe it was for the best that Obi-Wan had left her in the dark. He always good at making the hard choices.

“I don’t doubt that he’s still keeping an eye on you.” She kept her tone soft, comforting. Luke and his friends had come face to face with Vader and gotten away unscathed thanks to Obi-Wan. She wondered, had Vader been the one to strike down Obi-Wan? She was partially glad she hadn’t had to see her two former Masters crossing blades. Vader had tried to kill her-- he probably thought he succeeded. She didn’t doubt that crimson saber would be raised against Obi-Wan too.

And then another curiosity came poking in her mind: did Luke know the truth? Had Obi-Wan told the boy what became of his father? Or had Obi-Wan sunk into his habit of tip-toeing around the truth, giving just enough information but worded in such a way that it could be easily misunderstood. Ahsoka always hated when he did that; it made her feel like an untrusted child. The truth, even if it was brutal and heart-crushing, was always better. But if Obi-Wan hadn’t told Luke of Vader’s identity, did Ahsoka have the right? She wasn’t sure. Regardless, now was not the time for that.

“Master Kenobi was an excellent tactician.” She placed a hand on Luke’s shoulder, comforting and affirming. “If he thought engaging Vader was the best way to make sure you could be here now, we have to trust that judgement. He wouldn’t abandon you either. There are ways to maintain consciousness when a Master such as him joins the Force. I’m sure you can expect a visit from him once he’s gathered his strength. It might take a long time, years perhaps. If you’d like, I can help you in the meantime. Though I must warn you, I don’t agree with traditional Jedi ideology. I walked away from the Order. Training with me wouldn’t be the same.”

[sagamemes]

sexuality & gender diversity headcanons.   here’s one for the lgbtq+ muses: put a number in my ask, and i’ll tell you about my muse’s gender or orientational identity and their relationship with it. tw: topics of homophobia, transphobia, dysphoria and discussion of internalised oppresive attitudes in some of the questions. if you want to help your followers to pick out questions a bit, tag this post with your muse’s label(s) as you reblog!

what do you label your muse as, and how do they label themselves? is there a difference, and if so, why?

has your muse’s understanding of their own identity changed after realising they aren’t cishet, and do you see it developing further in the future?

when did your muse first realise they’re attracted to the gender(s) that they are?

when did your muse first realise they’re not attracted to the gender(s) that they aren’t?

when did your muse first become aware that they’re not cis?

when did your muse first become aware that their gender identity isn’t within the binary?

how public is your muse about their gender / sexuality / romantic attraction?

is your muse out as lgbtq+? how specifically and in what situations, if that varies.

how much does your muse’s gender identity and presentation differ from one another? is this a source of issues, or does the relationship between the two feel natural?

how does your muse feel about not being cis or straight? are they content with it, proud, ashamed? would the situation be the same if the culture or surrounding support systems were different?

have there been other meaningful people of the same or similar identities in your muse’s life that they’ve looked for support or understanding from? how did that go, and was the impact positive or negative in the end?

what are your muse’s feelings towards stereotypes relating to their identity? do they affect their self-image, or how they perceive others?

was your muse ever in denial about the matter? do you have any examples of specific instances where it was particularly obvious?

has your muse had feelings or experiences that seem to / do conflict with their identity? are these general knowledge? does it alter how others see them, or how they see themselves?

if the thing that originally caused them to realise / start the chain reaction to realising they weren’t cishet had not happened, how much longer would it had take to end up here?

do they consider to ‘always have been’, or do they see the phases in their life before coming out as ‘back when i was [cis/straight/allo]’?

how are their feelings towards pride and related phenomenons?

how does their family feel about the matter? friends? coworkers?—and does their thoughts matter to your muse?

what’s your muse’s relationship with the current state of their body?

what are your muse’s feelings towards the culture of romance and sexuality as it pertains to their identity?

what words do they reclaim, what are they okay with being reclaimed, and what do they do not want to used to describe them?