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Ok a prompt if I may:

The 501st are on leave, Ahsoka finds Rex as he’s leaving the barracks, asks him what he wants to do after the war, they wander around the city chatting and end up in a spot that Rex likes to go to between deployments because it’s peaceful

I just love their brother/sister BroTP vibes and I think they’d have good conversations

- @anstarwar

This ended up not being on Coruscant, but I still want to hit up this food market. Set sometime before things get really awful everywhere. || Send in prompts

Sometimes, they got lucky. Sometimes, a mission wound up not being a mission at all. They'd been sent to give support to a group of city-based freedom fighters, but by the time they'd arrived, guerrilla forces had pushed the Separatists to the fringes of the city, easy targets for the 501st air support. They hadn't even needed to land troops.

They hadn't been responsible for the victory either, but the leaders of the people had invited them into the city anyway, a gesture of solidarity toward their intention of joining the Republic. The Resolute wouldn't be running with a skeleton crew, by any means, but every trooper not currently on duty was being released for some overdue shore leave.

So was Ahsoka, and as soon as Anakin let her go, she ran toward the barracks, full of ideas, and skidded to a halt as Rex emerged. "Hi," she said, grinning, a little out of breath. "I got a tip about a good dumpling place."

"When did you have time to get a tip about a good dumpling place?" Rex asked as he fell into step next to her, helmet propped on his hip. They were off-duty, but he wasn't going anywhere without his armor.

"Okay, I don't have a tip about a good dumpling place," she admitted. "I was hoping you'd want to come look for one with me."

Rex laughed, tension unspooling from his shoulders as they hopped aboard a LAAT/i with a group of shinies for quick transport to the surface. "Yeah, let's look around. Maybe we'll find something even better."

"Better than dumplings?" Ahsoka asked skeptically.

"I don't trust dumplings," a trooper said. There was barely a scratch to his armor yet. Could probably count the meals he'd eaten planetside on one hand. "Could be anything in there."

"They could hide anything under a bowl of noodles, too," the trooper beside him pointed out. Another shiny, but he looked like he'd at least seen a battle or two. The easy camaraderie between them could mean they were squadmates, but Ahsoka didn't know them yet.

"At least with noodles you can dig around and make sure you're not gonna eat something with too many eyes."

"How many eyes have you ever found in a dumpling?"

Ahsoka and Rex fell silent, grinning at each other as the rest of the troopers joined in and the great debate about the perfect food rose around them.

"Something even better" turned out to be an entire small marketplace filled with stalls serving an array of foods for a few credits. Rex and Ahsoka split up, the better to collect as much variety as they possibly could, and perched at a table toward the edge of the market. From here they had a view overlooking a busy park. The native vegetation here was a delicate purple, but otherwise, it looked like dozens of others, filled with citizens strolling the paths, children running across the trimmed grasses. The war had hardly touched them, to look at them now.

"Do you ever think about the end of the war?" Ahsoka asked, contemplating one more tiny dumpling.

Rex finished the one he'd just taken. "Sometimes. I don't really know what to think about the end of the war."

"How do you mean?" Reluctantly, she set the dumpling down again. It was tiny, but it might have been one morsel too many. Maybe in a few minutes she'd have room for it.

Dipping a small cube of unidentified but delicious protein into a fiery sauce, Rex shrugged a shoulder. "Well, we're not citizens. We were created for this war, but they didn't exactly write in pension plans for all of us." He took the bite and washed it down with a bottle of juice the vendor had squeezed in front of him. He didn't know what it was, but he knew it was fresh.

Ahsoka frowned, thoughtful, as she set her flimsy tray aside and watched three children playing some complicated ball-tossing game. It was impossible to determine the rules, if there were any rules, but all three of them were laughing, darting back and forth. "Well, what would you like to do? If you could do anything."

"Anything, huh?" Rex watched the game-playing, tracking movements of the ball and the players, and started to piece together the strategies. "I thought once I might try my hand at farming. I, ah. Met someone who came to it late. Seemed pretty contented with the life."

"Farming?" Ahsoka wrinkled her nose.

Rex elbowed her, laughing. "What's that face for?"

"Nothing," she said quickly. "It's—it's not important."

He waited. He knew that tone. Whatever it was, it was at least a little important, or she would have just come out and told him.

". . . well." Ahsoka picked up a skewer that had once held meatballs and bent it lightly between her fingers, testing the tensile strength before it would splinter. "Every youngling in the Temple wants to be a Padawan. But we all know not everyone will be chosen. Of course, there are a lot of other duties, and they're all important!" she added hurriedly. "But . . . being passed over by a Master and sent to the AgriCorps always felt like it would be more of a punishment than a calling. To me, anyway. That's what I think of when I think about farming. It almost happened to Master Kenobi."

"Really?" The children had tired of the game now and were sitting in a triangle on the grass, tossing the ball from one to the next while they talked. Rex wondered what they were talking about, but they were too far away to overhear. "Never heard that story."

"I only know it because Anakin mentioned it once." She paused, uncertain. "I don't think it's my story to tell."

"What would you do, then?" Rex asked after a few moments of thoughtful silence. "If you weren't a Jedi?"

"Me?" The skewer splintered. Ahsoka set it down again and brushed tiny spicules off her legs. "I really don't know. I can't imagine not being a Jedi. . . . but I suppose after the war, I'll still be one. And you'll be . . ."

"A farmer. Yeah, I've decided. I like the sound of it. Besides, who knows? You might come visit me and find out you'd've loved it in the AgriCorps," Rex teased, tweaking the chain that served as her Padawan braid. "Be begging me to stay on and help with the crops, or the livestock, or the orchard, whatever I've got."

"I doubt it," Ahsoka countered, but she was laughing again, thoughts of someday not being a Jedi neatly banished at the image of Rex working his farm. It took shape in her mind, rows of crops, a hill of crooked fruit trees, fenced-in animals peacefully grazing. "I'd like that for you," she said at last, softer now, more serious.

Rex glanced down at their empty trays and plucked up that one last little dumpling. "It's a nice thought," he said, and his tone was . . . pleasantly neutral. It was a nice thought, a nice thought that wouldn't be happening. "C'mon, see if you can catch it. No cheating."

"See if you can throw it straight," she teased right back as she scrambled off the table and backed up to the railing.

He threw it straight and she caught it, right on target, no cheating. The three children looked up toward the balcony at the dual hollers of triumph, but Ahsoka and Rex had already gone.

[a-lil-perspective]

I saw it is your birthday so HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! Just wanted to pop over and say that and also say thank you for all your delightful text posts...they bring me much joy!

Anyways, hope you have a great birthday!!

From @anstarwar

@anstarwar I LOVE your content, you are so lovely, thank you very much.

[valkeakuulas]

For the writing sentence prompt:

He removed his helmet, heart in his throat, but finally ready to act.

If you want, for the ship Padme/Thorn

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From @anstarwar

No no, now I have to try that ship. Also, this gets and extra sentence because I couldn't help myself. And it's a short one. ^_^'''

He removed his helmet, heart in his throat, but finally ready to act.

Thorn used his free hand to reach for one of his belt pouches, gently pulling out a necklace made from copper wire that he had spent on numerous hours, bending the metal into delicate spirals and teardrops of different sizes.

It was absolutely worthless compared to the gems weaved into Padmé's clothes but Thorn hoped that what value his gift lost money-wise, it gained in meaningfulness.

After a second of hesitation, Thorn clipped his kama on and silently offered the necklace to Padmé, who had been watching his every move with curiousness.

Thorn tried to ignore the writhing mass of nerves in the pit of his stomach as he waited for her reaction.

With a smile that was lovelier a thousand sunrises, Padmé reverently picked the jewelry from Thorn's hand, almost as if she was touching a priceless artifact from the distant past.

"Thank you."

--- To clip your kama on = to put your big boy/girl/person/entity pants on

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@anstarwar has done it again and absolutely destroyed me with how amazing an artist they are!!!!!!

Seriously, I believe Anstarwar has holiday special commissions open, so if you can you should!!!

Howzer and my OC Knockout (ofc who else?). Just- look at how soft and in love they are??!!!