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ooh more prompts! How about speechless for the disaster trio?

yes, haha!!! thanks for the proompt!! // from these prompts 

speechless: ahsoka can’t talk because of a sore throat

Anakin knew that Ahsoka was miserable, although he wasn’t sure what she was more miserable about—the fact that she had a sore throat, or the fact that she had a sore throat and was still at this stupid party with kids who were Ahsoka’s age and unable to make any real conversation.

That was harsh, Anakin thought, annoyed. To have them both be here when Ahsoka could hardly say two words together without her face twisting or needing to drink water. And it wasn’t exactly easy for Anakin either—he hated the silence that stretched between them, one that was only punctured by Ahsoka’s occasional cough or a yes/no question.

“You holding up okay?” Anakin asked now.

Ahsoka looked at Anakin, her lips pressed together as though to say, what do you think?

“I don’t think she liked that question,” Obi-Wan said. He had returned with drinks—well, tea. Ahsoka took it with a halfhearted smile.

“I know, I know,” Anakin said. “Figured it was worth a shot.”

“Seems like a terrible shot,” Obi-Wan commented.

Ahsoka nodded.

A few kids passed them, one of them a girl who turned once to Ahsoka. Anakin noted the girl’s shy smile before she joined her friends. When Anakin looked at Ahsoka, she was pointedly staring up at the ceiling. Anakin looked over to Obi-Wan, who he noticed had been watching too. They locked eyes for a moment, and Anakin wondered what Obi-Wan would say—but Obi-Wan just looked at his drink.

“You know,” Anakin said after a few moments, “you don’t really have a lot of opportunities to meet other people your age.”

“I—” Ahsoka started, her voice cracking. She turned away, coughed. She glared at Anakin.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan said.

“Sorry,” Anakin said, looking between his former master and apprentice. “I didn’t know you’d try to defend yourself.”

When Ahsoka kept glaring, Anakin smiled. “Listen—what I mean is, you don’t have a whole ton of opportunities to meet other people your age and have fun.” He pointed to himself. “Now, me? I’m plenty fun—”

Ahsoka rolled her eyes.

“—but I have a feeling that you might need other friends,” Anakin said.

Ahsoka looked at him. She pressed her lips together again. Then opened her mouth, ready to say something, and then closed her mouth.

She walked away, and Anakin blinked. He turned to Obi-Wan. “Was that offensive?”

“Not particularly, but she might just be trying to avoid conversation,” Obi-Wan said, sipping his drink.

“Very funny.”

But no, Ahsoka was just tapping a waiter’s shoulder. She held her hand out, and after a few gestures, the waiter passed Ahsoka a notepad.

Anakin smiled to himself. Of course she would figure it out.

Ahsoka marched right back, already scribbling something on the notepad. She turned it to Anakin, and in her scrawling handwriting, Anakin read: AND WHAT ABOUT YOU?

“I have friends,” Anakin said easily.

Ahsoka frowned, then scribbled something else on her notebook. She turned it back around to Anakin: OBI-WAN’S OLDER THAN YOU

“Hm,” was Obi-Wan’s only comment.

“Rex and I are around the same age,” Anakin replied.

FAIR, BUT THAT’S ONLY ONE. YOU SAID FRIENDS, PLURAL.

“I thought we were talking about you, not me,” Anakin said. He plucked the notepad out of Ahsoka’s hand, ripped out the first few written pages. He passed it back to Ahsoka. “And anyways, it seems like you’ve figured it out—go…talk to someone. Write to someone.”

Ahsoka blinked. She started to write something down, but Anakin shook his head.

“Go,” he said, shoving Ahsoka lightly. “Pretty sure that girl’s dying for some conversation right now.”

Ahsoka’s cheeks deepened in color. She looked at Anakin, already opening her mouth again, closed it. She looked at Obi-Wan.

“I’m sure she wouldn’t mind,” Obi-Wan said. Anakin looked at him in surprise, but his former master was smiling at Ahsoka. Okay, then.

Anakin cleared his throat, turned back around to Ahsoka.

“That’s an order, Snips,” he said. “Go make friends. I swear I won’t get lonely.”

Ahsoka hesitated. Then, with a small smile, she turned around and walked away.

Anakin smiled a little after her. She’d be better than him with the whole people thing, he knew. As he watched Ahsoka talk—well, write—to the girl (and the girl, to Anakin’s relief, only smiled and spoke back), he figured that would be a good thing.

okay, i did it again: find out which extremely soft tcw moment you are

the sillies, your honour?

Hello there!

Here are the three pieces I created for this fic, which was truly an amazing opportunity for me to work on the disaster trio again.

The ambiance of Onderon’s wild side was a challenge for me, especially for the first one to convey the sunset and the speed of their vehicle while they are arguing. 

The sandwich was obviously one of my favorite parts along with the reflection on the glass.

However, I must admit that it was so easy to work on these pieces, especially with @kckenobi‘s writing and how inspiring the fanfiction was.

The awe in Ahsoka’s eyes, Obi-Wan’s open mindset, Anakin’s playful and relaxed attitude... It just felt right to draw them like that. Overall, truly a wonderful collaboration to work on and I’m grateful for that experience!

Make sure to check the finished work in the original post above !!! 

And don’t forget to check the leftover sales on the official site @untoldstoriescwzine​ , truly an amazing zine ♥♥

On Gravity and Broken Things

fic for Untold Stories: a Clone Wars Zine by @kckenobi and art by @cynderiaopus

She did remember, now, what she’d learned as a youngling, staring up at hologram stars in the Jedi Temple—how even as galaxies grew further and further apart, gravity held together the masses most near to one another.

Ahsoka pulled herself up onto the hood of the speeder and sat back against the windshield. And as she stared up at stars that felt just as elusive as those holograms long ago, she found herself wishing for this: that Anakin would look up too.

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Obi-Wan, Anakin, Ahsoka, and an unfathomable infinity.

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Post-Siege of Mandalore Ahsoka just makes me so sad.

Like, this is a girl who has been fighting for the better part of her rather short life. She’s gone from being a youngling to a soldier to an outcast to a soldier once again. And she was so close. Everything was going to be perfect, the Clone Wars would be over, and she would be what she’d always wanted to be, what she was meant to be. A peacekeeper. A Jedi.

But the Order fell. Her brothers turned on her. The Clone Wars did end, but nobody truly won. Ahsoka’s world crumbled, and yet she still has to keep fighting. Fighting the Empire, fighting Thrawn, fighting herself. It never ends. She never gets to see her masters or her brothers or her culture again. Ahsoka can never stop, because it isn’t in her blood to stop, it just isn’t possible for her. But it’s eating her up, and despite what some people may think, Ahsoka was never truly happy after that tragic day on an icy, unnamed moon. She left that girl, the young and joyful Jedi, in the snow alongside a pair of twin lightsabers.

and that just makes me really sad.

Anakin looking up at future Ahsoka: Ah, okay no I get it now. I see what you were talking about Obi-Wan: So you'll be sorry for rubbing it in my face that you're taller than me? Anakin, with a wide grin: What? No! Now there are TWO of us taller than you! Obi-Wan: I should have joined Dooku when he asked

YOU'RE RIGHT screw the time travel au tho, this can happen in every fix-it au ever as well