Continuing what i had started before i was INTURUPTED -by myself- :
But if i do...
There has got to be ❌BOUNDARIES❌ ON WHAT I ✍🏾WRITE✍🏾so of course there are gonna be rules but they aren’t too bad.....in my opinion 🙃
SO LETS JUST HOPE WE HAVE SIMILAR BRAINS!🧠𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑛𝑜𝑡, i’m really stupid🧠
okay so...
I probably won’t ONLY write BNHA, but i will only write things that i know of... cuz yo gurl ain’t gonna be researching no shit (unless i LOVE you)(which isn’t rare)💖✨💖
I will write SFW 𝐴𝑁𝐷 NSFW cuz yo gurl is a thirsty hoe😤, don’t lie...i know you are too😘
This is a combination of the character Hondo Ohnaka and the prompt “beach day”! Even a pirate king needs a vacation from time to time, taking a break from all those crazies with laser swords.
@of-stardust-and-wanderlust creates for @holocron-inthe-restrictedsection
Prompt of the Day: Chewbacca, R2-D2, C-3PO, BB-8 - Introspective on their feeling on being an alien/a droid. prompt from: @readerofmuch
I decided to go with Chewie. I’ve never written him before, so that was an added challenge. Hope I got him right. :)
Chewbacca followed his nose to the row of food stalls in the local market. People moved out of his way. They always did. Some even grabbed their younglings out of their way. As if he would ever harm a child. Han had always told him not to let it get to him, but it was hard, sometimes, especially when he saw looks of awe and delight turn to fear and confusion as over-protective guardians snatched their charges close, whispering about “dangerous” and “violent.” Sure, Chewbacca could be dangerous and violent when the situation called for it, but most of the time he was just like everyone else: only trying to get somewhere.
Right now that place happened to be a place selling skewers of meat. Spices burned in his nose, making his mouth water.
<<”I’ll have three skewers of the Karkan rebene, please,”>> he growled.
The stall-runner, a wrinkled human with slicked-down hair, scowled up at him.
“Can ya say it again in Basic?”
Chewbacca bit back a sigh. It was the same everywhere he went. It wasn’t as if Wookiees were an unknown species, and since the fall of the Empire more of his people had taken to venturing out among the stars, but other species never bothered to learn their language and didn’t seem to care that Basic was almost impossible to pronounce due to the shape of the Wookiee palate.
Once upon a time he’d considered investing in a portable translator, but life with Han Solo was- had been- rough, and while some translators were designed to be durable they’d never have lasted through their adventures.
Reeling in his thoughts before he could be lost to the grief of his missing friend again, he pointed at the blurry picture on the menu.
<<“This,”>> he grunted. <<“Three.”>> He held up three fingers.
The human stepped back, still squinting at him. “Three of tha Special? Fine. That’ll be 30 cred.”
<<”Thirty?”>> He pointed at the sign again. <<”According to this is should be twenty four!”>>
The human stepped back again and raised his hands. “Look,” they said, raising their voice. “I dun want any trouble, yeah? I’m a legitimate businessman, here!”
People were starting to look their way. The hair on his ruff started to bristle. The last thing he needed right now was some kind of confrontation. All he wanted was a little lunch!
<<”Fine,”>> he snarled, reaching into his pouch. He did his best not to roll his eyes as the neighboring stall owners gasped. He pulled out the correct number of credits and slammed them on the counter, making the whole booth rattle.
The human flinched then lunged to snatch up the credits, counting them. Another small insult. Chewbacca was regretting the impulse that had made him stop here, but he was getting sick of porg and ration bars.
“Thank you, sir or madam.” The human smirked at him. “Your order will be right up.”
Sir or madam. He kept his growl quiet as he stepped aside to wait. It wasn’t that hard to tell them apart, but most people- regardless of species- seemed to bother. Humans just happened to be among the worst offenders. This human in particular seemed to be doing his best to anger him. Once upon a time maybe he’d even have let his temper get the best of him, but now? It just wasn’t worth it.
He realized he could feel something tugging on his leg and looked down. A human youngling with dark skin clung to him with one fist, the other was jammed into its mouth. Wide brown eyes stared up at him.
<<”Where did you come from, little one?”>> He kept his voice soft, glancing around him for the youngling’s minder. His height might make him stand out in a crowd like this, but now it was an advantage. He could see a brightly-colored figure arrowing towards him through the crowd and tensed, hoping he wasn’t about to have yet another confrontation.
<<“I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t realize I had-”>>
“Gial Aguilar,” the woman hissed, “what have I told you about accosting strangers?”
“Mrblmph?” Gial said, drooling around his fist.
“I’m so sorry, sir,” the woman shook her head. “My son has the bad habit of slipping away. If I didn’t know better I’d swear he was half tooka.”
<<“That’s okay,”>> Chewbacca said, making an effort to sound as friendly as possible. <<“At least he isn’t hurt.”>>
“Oh, he’ll be hurting plenty once he realizes he isn’t getting sweets for a week.” The mother, whose tone briefly reminded him of Leia, pried Gial’s fingers out of Chewbacca’s leg hair and picked him up.
<<“Wait, you understand me?”>> Chewbacca’s nostrils flared in surprise.
Dark eyes, the same shade as Gial’s, softened as they looked at him. “Some merchants understand the value of putting in extra effort to help a customer.” She leaned in and Chewbacca tilted his head to listen.
“If you want my advice, the next time you’re in the mood for skewers, you should try Ramsee’s, three stalls down and over. Fresh meat and reasonably priced.”
He glanced in the direction indicated, making a note of it. Chances were, he wouldn’t be back here again, but it always paid to remember, just in case.
<<“Thank you. I didn’t get your-”>>
“Hey, ya want these or not? I ain’t got all day.”
The stall-runner shoved three smoking skewers at him. By the time Chewbacca was able to negotiate the handoff of his lunch, Gial and his mother were long gone. He sighed, making his way back through the crowd. In this universe it was easy to be cynical, but it didn’t mean there weren’t good people, too. Sometimes they were just better at hiding.
Prompt: Ahsoka after leaving the Jedi
“Tell me who it is that I am”
For @okaynextcrisis in the @jedifest Alienapril challenge.
Some of the songs I listened to were Dust in the Wind by Kansas and Dance to Another Tune by First Aid Kit.
(I actually made a playlist on deezer because that’s what I usually do to get me in the right mood, so if anyone wants to know the songs on it hmu)
Created for @avada-matata for @jedifest Alien April fanwork exchange!!
Prompt: Ahsoka + Time
(I made the drawing first, then thought I’d write just a little snippet to give it some context…
and then the little snippet became a lot longer than I meant it to be. Oh well.)
Enjoy!
It had taken a long time, but Ahsoka had finally found another entrance to the world between worlds. She had debated for years whether or not she should go back; she had seen how it had tempted Ezra, recognized the power it could yield, and was horrified at what could happen if the Emperor had access to the strange world. But she felt that it held the answers she sought. Answers that no living being could answer.
She hadn’t been on Yavin during the attack on the Death Star, but the name of the young pilot that fired the killing shot spread through the Rebellion like wildfire: Skywalker.
Of course, she sought out the boy immediately, and the world spun when she laid eyes on the young man who was so obviously his father’s son. They had talked, and Ahsoka had prodded to find out what young Luke knew about his parentage, but he had even fewer answers than she did. Looking into his wide eyes, she couldn’t bring herself to tell him what had become of his father. Not until I understand how it happened.
Ahsoka had thought that perhaps she wouldn’t be granted access to the doorway, which was deep in the ruins of the Jedi temple on Vrogas Vas. No longer a Jedi, she expected some sort of resistance to her approach. None came. On the contrary, she felt drawn to a particular stretch of rock that appeared to be the remains of a vast wall. Ahsoka stopped before it, resting her hand on the ragged stone. But how to enter?
A hoot from above drew her attention. The green and white convor came to rest on a broken statue to Ahsoka’s left. The Togruta smiled at the creature. The Daughter’s vessel had never strayed far from her in recent years, and she was grateful for the company.
“May I enter, Morai?”
In response, the convor spread a wing in the direction of the wall. A faint blue light began to emanate from the rock, soft and inviting. She took a step towards it, but hesitated. The place beyond was ancient, imbued with power she couldn’t understand. Perhaps it was best to leave that realm in peace. But she needed answers. I need to know.
Ahsoka stepped through the doorway.
First, there was darkness. She trusted that she would not plunge into an abyss as she walked forward blindly. But then, she was not truly blind. She felt the world opening up to her, felt it morphing and brightening. And as she walked, voices began to surround her, echoing through the world. Ahsoka strained to hear them all. Some, she recognized; others, she couldn’t place the speakers.
Koh-to-yah, Little ‘Soka.
You never would have made it as Obi-Wan’s padawan. But you might make it as mine.
I want to learn the ways of the Force.
You and your precious Jedi Order.
And become a Jedi, like my father.
He’s my brother.
Light shimmered around her, and she stepped from the doorway and emerged in – what appeared to be a world suspended in space. The voices continued to speak as she gazed at the transparent lanes that arched between doorways as countless as the stars that enveloped her.
If you strike me down, I will become more powerful than you can possibly imagine.
I exist where there is no future or past.
Life doesn’t cease at death, but merely changes form in the Force.
I can only show you a place where the answers will be revealed to you.
The Force will be your guide.
Ahsoka felt…so small. The galaxy was vast and incredible in itself, but this place… she could barely comprehend it. She had seen the past here.
Morai hooted softly from behind her, and the convor landed lightly on her montrals. “How do I even begin?” Ahsoka asked. The voices quieted for a moment, as though pondering.
You turned her against me!
She spun around.
You will not take her from me!
That was Anakin’s voice, clear and full of – anger. It reached for her like a grasping hand, and she began walking on the transparent path, trusting the Force to show her the way. She did not know how long she walked for; did time even exist here? Eventually, she found herself before a circular doorway. Morai called mournfully and took flight. Ahsoka sensed the Dark Side beyond this doorway, something evil and awful. What if she wasn’t strong enough to face it? What if it was the Emperor again, attempting to claim possession of the power here? She had barely escaped last time. Her companion perched herself above the door, fluttering anxiously as a red haze filled the interior. Ahsoka took a breath to steady herself. She could not turn back now.
A landscape began to take shape through the mist, as though sucking the red color into its water. No, not water. Molten lava flows ebbed around volcanic land masses, its rock scorched and broken. Smoke and ash plumed in the air.
And – Ahsoka took another step forward – up the river of lava, two blurred figures stood in close quarters on some sort of skiff, blue blades of light arching towards each other. She knew their fighting styles too well, recognized their presence in the Force. But she could not understand the sight of Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi attempting to kill one another.
Dread crept into her heart. “What is this?” Ahsoka whispered.
Through the doorway, their blades locked, energy crackling between them. With effort, Obi-Wan leapt backwards, clearing the skiff and coming to rest upon the sloping land.
It’s over, Anakin. I have the high ground.
And even from here, years and lightyears away, Ahsoka could feel the hatred rolling off her former master. Her heart rose into her throat.
You underestimate my power!
“No. No. Don’t. Anakin, please.” Ahsoka stretched out a hand to –
To what? To push them away from each other? To help Obi-Wan? To help her master?
Don’t try it, Obi-Wan pleaded.
“I can’t.” The words caught in Ahsoka’s throat. “I can’t do anything.” The sound of her own voice rang in her ears, but it wavered. “This happened years ago.”
And he leapt. Anakin leapt, roaring as he spun through the air, angling his lightsaber to bring it down on his former friend –
Obi-Wan was quicker.
Ahsoka screamed as the blue blade passed through Anakin’s arm, his legs. She screamed as he hit the rocks and rolled toward the lava, barely stopping himself at the edge of the bank as he dug his mechanical fingers into the land.
You were the Chosen One!
The agony in Obi-Wan’s cry seemed to be torn from her own throat.
It was said that you would destroy the Sith, not join them!
Bring balance to the Force, not leave it in darkness.
Obi-Wan turned his back on Anakin and picked up the fallen lightsaber. He stepped further away. Revulsion clouded her thoughts. “How can you leave him like this!” she shouted at ghosts.
I HATE YOU!
Tears spilled from her eyes as Anakin screamed, his face contorted, his eyes warped.
You were my brother, Anakin. I loved you.
Ahsoka waited with baited breath for her master to say something, to say anything. But before he could, a fleck of fire from the molten river sparked onto the fabric of Anakin’s clothes. Within seconds, he was engulfed in flames.
Hatred and fire burned through what remained of Anakin Skywalker, and Ahsoka could take no more. She whirled around and staggered, pressing her hand to her mouth, trying to stifle her sobs. But what was the point? There was no one to hear her. Her legs gave out and she crumpled to the floor, weeping, Anakin’s screams of agony fading behind her.
Ahsoka sobbed until her head ached, and even then, she lay there, suspended among everything that ever would be, letting the voices of the long-dead and the yet-to-be-born wash over her.
“I don’t understand.” Ahsoka’s murmur was barely louder than the other voices. “How did it come to this?”
How indeed.
The voice was unfamiliar, and Ahsoka raised her head. Morai stood before her, cocking her head inquisitively. Ahsoka had hoped the Daughter would offer her guidance, but it appeared the being either could not, or would not.
The voice spoke again, a male voice reverberating through the Force.
You may go from doorway to doorway, Ahsoka Tano. But in chasing the past, you narrow your knowledge.
“But I need to understand what has happened in the past to know how it will affect the future,” Ahsoka protested, wiping her eyes. “I need to understand…if only for my own peace of mind.”
Ah yes. The past, the present, the future. The passage of time seems so straightforward. But time has no meaning in the Force.
“I don’t understand.”
When Ezra Bridger pulled you from the temple on Malachor, was he not both young, as you had seen him not moments before, and older, as you saw him here?
“Yes. I suppose he was.”
Through the Force, we exist in every moment. Once you understand that, you can open yourself to every instant, to every corner of existence. You become truly one with the Force, and experience it all as it was meant to be – as one, cohesive thought.
“That sounds like far too much to bestow upon a single being,” Ahsoka said, getting shakily to her feet. “I don’t know that I would be able to process it.”
Eventually, you will master it.
The mere thought was too large for Ahsoka to wrap her mind around it. And this was certainly far beyond what she had been taught of the Force. “Who are you?”
I? I was once known as Qui-Gon Jinn. I trained Obi-Wan Kenobi to the best of my abilities. And I continue to teach him even now.
Ahsoka hesitated. She sensed no evil here, but no shining presence of the Light Side either. It reminded her of the Bendu. True balance in the Force. “And will you teach me? I want to understand.”
Yes. I will help you understand the Cosmic Force. And it is the Force that will be your guide.
She let out a breath, expelling her grief, her confusion. For the first time in quite a while, she felt at peace. “I pledge myself to your teachings.”
This is an idea for how Oola’s life may have turned out had she escaped Jabba’s palace prior to the events of RotJ. I envisioned her as a performer who achieves galactic fame with amazing song and dance routines. No longer forced to perform by Jabba, she shines like a diamond in the sky!
I imagine that she would use her earnings to help free slaves both from Tatooine and other systems. She would also use her popularity as a platform and draw attention to the injustices that plague the Outer Rim.
Fun fact: Her dress is heavily inspired by that of Rita Hayworth in the movie Gilda!
We’re back with another low-pressure Secret Santa-style exchange, this time celebrating the aliens of Star Wars! All aliens, sentient or not, are welcome, as are droids. Human characters are welcome as supporting characters, but the alien must play a significant role in your submission. They are what we’re celebrating after all.
As always, this exchange is open to all fans and basically all creative mediums! We’re also trying some new things this time around. For example, we’ll be giving you your recipient’s name up front this time, so you’ll know exactly who you’re creating for and can ask them questions on anon if you wish.
CALENDAR
Signups open: RIGHT NOW!
Signups close: March 2nd
Assignments sent out: March 5th/March 6th
Final contact: March 26th
Posting: April 1st and 2nd
So why “Alien April” if participants will be creating in March? Because we plan to have a treat-round lasting all of April, using the prompts submitted by the participants and other alien-related content. More on this later - it’ll be similar to the stocking stuffer round we did during the holiday event.
