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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.
You know what the worst thing about Ahsoka is?
It's that she could never have a happy ending.
From the moment she was introduced as Anakin Skywalker’s padawan, from the moment she existed as a Jedi, she was doomed. Because no matter how much she tried to fight, how many good things she did, her character is bound by the narrative, just like every prequels character is.
The Jedi order will fall. Anakin will become Vader. The 501st will be follow their orders.
Everything Ahsoka loved will die (at least most of it). It must, for the timeline and the story to stay intact. Her culture. Her brothers. Her masters and friends and family. All of them, doomed just like her. Nobody gets what they want, except for Sidious.
Her story was already written. And it was not a happy one.
Clone wars characters at a fancy party:
Anakin: Dances with Padme the entire time, has no sense of subtly. Nearly punches another senator in the face for disrespecting her. Encourages Rex to 'go get the girls'.
Ahsoka: Is literally gorgeous in whatever she's wearing. Takes a sip of wine and immediately regrets it. Hangs around her masters and brothers the whole time. Tries to bite the senator who dissed her bestie.
Obi wan: Shows up in a tuxedo and a limouse, dressed to the nines. Heads straight for the wine. Stops his two chaos gremlins padawans from attacking a senator.
Rex: Tries to avoid dancing. Gets roped into dancing with Ahsoka. Drank seven cups of coffee right before but is still tired. Internally laughs as his commander and general try to attack a senator.
Fives: Is late because he saw a really cute loth cat and had to stop and pet it. Falls into the fountain, needs Echo to help him out. Eats all the horderves.
Echo: Literally only showed up because he didn't trust Fives. Falls asleep during the boring parts. Tries to dance with Rex but gets rejected. Recorded Fives falling into the fountain to use as blackmail
BONUS
Yoda: Wearing a mini tuxedo and bringing a cooler full of frogs to snack on because nobody else did.
We are not just numbers. We are men.
Cute clone thoughts
When the 501st first meet their new Commander, they're annoyed. Why should they have to deal with a youngligh, especially in the middle of a war? Ahsoka's just a liability.
But eventually their Mandalorian instincts kick in, and they can't just watch this child bounce around the walls unsupervised. So I present you with these thoughts;
Rex, making sure that she eats before every battle. If she hasn't, he'll pull out a ration bar from some secret pocket. He's the reason she's so healthy.
Echo, helping her study for her Jedi tests, even though he doesn't quite understand all the material. He's the reason she never fails a test.
Fives, showing her the best ways to prank their brothers. The first time that shaving cream shows up in their food, he's incredibly proud. He's the reason she's banned from ordering suspicious supplies.
Hardcase, sneaking her midnight snacks and gossiping with her until 3 in the morning. He's the reason she can eat three tubs of ice cream in as many minutes.
Jesse, teaching her the secrets of the ships and weapons even though he's not technically supposed to do that. He's the reason she can sneak through the Venator without anyone noticing.
And Ahoska is the reason they all smile a little brighter, the reason that their dreams aren't quite as bad, the reason the 501st is so damn protective of their commander. Because that's their little sister, and they're her big brothers.
BONUS
Kix, handing her a cute sticker and gently wiping away her tears after giving her shots because she's scared of needles. He's the reason she's not anymore.
SW Headcannons
The first time Rex has real, good coffee, he starts crying (happy tears). All the coffee on the ship slowly starts disappearing, and the next day Ahsoka finds him in a storage closet, surrounded by a mountain of coffee rations. She promises not to tell, as long as he shares. They make a pinky-promise on it (because that is totally something the clones would do, no I am not taking questions).
The first close call, though, came when Cody was making a routine inspection on the ship. He passed right by, but with his mom-friend powers he 'sensed' something wrong with one of the storage spaces. Rex has to subtly comm Ahsoka, who's busy with Jedi stuff. He must use the last resort. Fives answers immediately, and doesn't question why his captain wants him to blow something up. It works, and Cody bolts out to find out where the fire came from.
Unfortunately, though, Fives gets curious, and the secret eventually spreads to the entire 501st. Most of them find it amusing, but don't particularly care. But there's a few, like Jesse and Hardcase, who take it to heart. Other battalions begin to notice their coffee rations are disappearing. Nobody ever catches the 501st, because although they're often a hot mess, those boys are terrifying when united for a cause.
Soon, the 501st has turned into an unstoppable menace due to the unhealthy amount of caffeine they're drinking.
The one brother who can never know, though, is Kix. The vod even have to avoid drinking too much before their check-ins, as he might get suspicious about the crazy amounts of caffeine in their bodies. Despite their terrible lying skills, he never finds out. He might even steal from the stash on particularly late shifts (they'll never ask, because Kix is scary. Don't mess with the medic).
They're so overcaffinated that nobody questions it when Fives and Ahsoka disappear for a few days, and Palpatine mysteriously dies. Everybody lives happily ever after, and Senator Amidala makes sure that the clones all get extra coffee rations (Ahsoka too, because she couldn't escape her crazy brother's antics).
Knight Ahsoka Tano sketch, anyone?
(Study of this art)
Just Rex looking fabulous as usual.
(For once the 501st are behaving like reasonable humans)
The Clone Wars in one image/sentence. can also be applied to Chaos 2.0, aka Ahsoka Tano
(Anakin did not, in fact, listen)
Thinking about…little baby clones.
Patching Up & Post-Mission Debrief (AU)
AKA a 3 character sketch that got way WAY out of hand.
Close ups:
Of course Leyc has to be next
The quality of these photos does end up pretty ass, thank you tumblr
jedi girl and her pink astromech
Good for them
clones falling for people taller then them >>>>>>>>
full size comparision and some lore dump under the cut
Uros is Plo Koons former Padawan and left the Jedi Order some time before the clone wars started only to rejoin later on request of her former master.
While standing already tall at 1,95m, the prosthetics given to her after the tradgedy of Touydaria added a few more centimeters in height. Granting her a new height of 2,10m.
While Uros has her own Battilion to lead, she often joins Plo Koon for reinforcements and with that spends quite a lot of time around Wolffe.
Some rumor the Commander caught a crush for the Jedi
It's hard to be your own person when all people see in you is your father and his brothers
Cute aggression Is getting to me
I want to shake them and then put them into the microwave
Jokes aside- this is just *cheffs kiss*
when your giant clone boyfriend wants to be little spoon
You're so right
And these colour palettes ✨cheffs kiss✨
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master + padawan relationships r so special actually. they r the most specialest and importantest ever.
I've just barely laid my eyes on them, but I'm HOOKED
More please :))
(っᵔ◡ᵔ)っ(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
just a normal day at the normal office where everything is normal always
Chapter 5 babyyyy
please leave comments i love to read them and screenshot them to my phone so i can read them later at school
Kix: Yo is Dogma sleeping or dead? Fives: Hopefully dead, I hated his guts. Jesse: Yeah, so did I. Dogma: Okay first of all, fuck you-
I don't really like this pic but anyway here is Shaak Ti from the Clone Wars
Thinking of fratboy insane adrenaline junkee def smokes weed clone wars s7 Hunter.
And then facism and fatherhood happened and all that evaporated from his body
I love them all but I’m here for Kix 👀
I miss and love all the clone troopers and here’s some more of my favourites <3
rex with long hair............
If still doing the kiss roulette, 35 or 43 Rexsoka? Pls and thanks.
Thank you so much for the request! I decided to do both prompts in one fic, so this one got a little longer than intended. I really hope you like it thought <3 This fic is set sometime during the later half of TCW and I want to make clear that this is an aged up, adult version of Ahsoka! If i ever write her during TCW I always age her up :)
Full fic below the cut!
Reasons
Kiss Roulette Prompts: 35 - a kiss against a wall & 43 - a bloody kiss
Pairing: Rexsoka
Word Count: ~1600
Warnings: blood, minor injury
Rex shoved Ahsoka against the wall, covering her body with his against the shower of shrapnel that followed the deafening blast from the Separatist cannons. Every nerve in his body was on high alert, and his muscles were tense, ready to jump and move again if need be. The shrapnel, gravel and debris pinged and clattered against his armor, and Rex pressed even tighter against Ahsoka, ensuring she was entirely shielded from the aftermath of the blast, knowing she wore far less protective equipment than he did.
Her hands were clutching his chest plate, and he listened to the sound of her breathing, muffled behind the ringing in his ears from the blast. Her respirations were clear and even, and Rex matched his breathing to hers, slowly calming his racing heart.
When it had been silent for long enough that Rex was certain another blast was not coming, he relaxed marginally and chanced a glance over his shoulder. Sure enough, the spot in the square where they’d been standing was now a crater, and various chunks of debris as well as troopers unlucky enough to be caught in the blast littered the area.
Rex couldn’t tear his eyes from the bodies, strewn at awkward angles throughout the square as they were. He fought the urge to run to his brothers, desperate to search for survivors, however small that possibility that might be.
“They’re…” Ahsoka coughed as the dust in the air tickled her throat, interrupting her words. “They’re gone, Rex.”
As she confirmed his suspicions, Rex let out the breath he’d been holding, shoulders slumping under the weight of his despair. His entire squadron, gone in one moment. He wished for the chance to mourn, but they needed to move, and they needed to do so quickly. They still had a shield generator to destroy so General Skywalker could move his troops through the main streets and into the legislative buildings were the Seppies were holed up, and now they needed to do so without the rest of their strike force.
With a sigh of resignation, Rex turned back to Ahsoka to suggest they do exactly that, but he found his words remained trapped within his throat at the sight of her.
Ahsoka was dabbing with her bare hand at a laceration on her forehead, just below her headband. As scalp wounds were wont to do, it was bleeding profusely, and the blood easily escaped her half-hearted attempts at tamponade, running down the right side of her face. It marred the beautiful white markings on her cheek, and stained her lips a bright red.
Rex was no medic, but he’d tended to his fair share of wounds. Theoretically, he knew this wound was superficial. Theoretically, he knew that the scalp was a very vascular part of the body, therefore although the blood loss looked impressive, it was likely not serious. Theoretically, Rex knew Ahsoka would be just fine.
But in reality, Rex tore his helmet from his head, letting it bounce haphazardly across the ground as he dropped it unceremoniously. He grasped her chin with trembling fingers and turned her head, pressing the gloved fingers of his other hand firmly against her wound, trying to stop the bleeding.
“Rex, please, it’s fine,” Ahsoka grumbled, trying feebly to free herself from his grasp, but he held her fast, pressing her into the wall more securely to prevent her from escaping.
Refusing to take no for an answer, Rex indicated to his belt with his chin. “There are a couple of bacta strips in the side pouch. Grab them for me.”
“You’re overreacting,” Ahsoka bemoaned with a roll of her eyes, but she did as he bid her, grabbing the bacta strips and handing them to Rex. “I’m fine.”
“You will be,” Rex agreed gruffly. Then more softly he said, “Please, just let me help you, ‘Soka.”
His gentle plea effectively silenced any further protests from Ahsoka. He made quick work of treating her wound, appraising his work briefly once he was done.
“There,” Rex stated softly. “Good as new.”
Ahsoka rolled her eyes and laughed softly, laying her blood-stained fingers gently against his cheek. Her smile was sad, as how could it not be in a world filled with war and death, but her words were light, buoying his heart against the darkness and fear.
“My hero. You saved my life and patched me up,” Ahsoka told him with a subtle wink, a little impishness making it through the sadness in her smile. Rex cradled her face in his hands, his eyes reflecting her melancholy, but also her resolve. They couldn’t linger long, but Rex took the chance to be with her now, if only for a moment. The reality of war had taught him to savour such moments. Nothing was permanent. He could lose her as easily as he’d just lost all of his men.
“Mmmhmm. And just how will you ever repay me?” he quipped, leaning down while losing himself briefly in her beautiful blue eyes. Ahsoka smiled fully, her gaze drifting down to his lips.
“I can think of something,” she murmured. She stepped closer, and Rex watched as her eyes fluttered closed. His own were half lidded.
“Hmm. Something nice, I hope…” he replied.
Ahsoka’s lips brushed his. “Very nice, I promise.”
Before Rex could respond, she kissed him. Her lips were soft and sweet, and Rex cradled her face gently between his hands, swiping his thumbs lovingly over her cheeks. All he could feel was her. She invaded all of his senses, sweeping him well away from the horrible reality of war, if only for a moment.
But as she deepened the kiss, the tangy, metallic taste of blood slipped through the blissful haze the movement of her lips had lulled him into.
Suddenly, he could hear the distant blaster fire, mixing with the even more distant clanking of battle droids. He could smell the scorched earth from the cannon’s blast and felt the dirt and dust upon his skin and hers.
The wounds on his heart opened anew as he thought of his men, dead in the square behind him while he stood, alive and well, kissing his Commander.
He should stop it. He should end things as regulation and expectation dictated. He was not a mere man, entirely susceptible and beguiled by the affections of a woman, even a very beautiful one such as Ahsoka.
But that was entirely the problem. This wasn’t some irresponsible dalliance, distracting him from his mission, his purpose. This was love. It was the desperation for a connection with another being, fighting for life amongst all the death.
Ahsoka was his whole world. The clones were bread to fight for the Republic. They didn’t need a reason to do so. But all the same, Rex knew Ahsoka had become his reason. He fought, day in and day out, for her.
Desperately, he deepened the kiss further, slipping his tongue into her mouth as he pushed her a few steps back towards the wall. Gasps left both their chests as they crashed harder than Rex had intended into the solid structure.
He couldn’t stop, and he didn’t want to, so he continued kissing her and touching her, pressing their bodies as close together as his blasted armor would allow. Ahsoka returned his passion with vigor, her fingers hooked around his chest plate, holding him close while her other hand scrapped against the back of his head.
They kissed without a thought for anything but each other. Rex didn’t even bother to stop for a breath until he could go no longer without one.
When he broke the kiss, his chest was heaving, his oxygen starved lungs begging for relief. Ahsoka’s breathing was similarly labored, and she clutched tighter at his armor, unwilling to let go.
“I love you,” she whispered, her voice breaking. Rex opened his eyes then to find hers filled with tears, which slowly slipped down her cheeks, creating tear tracks through the dried blood that still marred her beautiful features. Rex blinked away the blurriness from his own vision and held her tighter.
“I love you too, ‘Soka.”
They held each other for a moment more before Ahsoka let out a long sigh, breaking through the emotional veil of desperation, fear and love. Rex stepped back, standing at attention, while Ahsoka peeled herself from the wall, brushing her hands over her battle dress in an attempt to clear it of any dust and grime.
Bending down, she grabbed Rex’s helmet from the ground, studying it briefly before holding it out to him, He accepted it from her, but hesitated before placing it upon his head. Ahsoka pressed a hand to his cheek and tried to smile, although her eyes were still troubled by a stormy darkness, dimming her shining blue hues to a muted grey.
“Please don’t die,” she bid him, her voice breathy and desperate, as it seemed she too must have tasted their mortality and found it rather jarring. Rex leaned forward to press a kiss to her forehead, before pressing his own against one of her montrals.
“I go where you go, cyare. I have no plans to leave your side.”
“See that you don’t,” Ahsoka ordered before stepping back, her posture and expression morphing into that of his battle-hardened Commander once more, although the affection in her eyes remained.
“Yessir,” Rex agreed, nodding before securing his helmet upon his head. Taking a deep breath, he deferred to her, ready to jump back into the fray, as his duty bid him. “Lead the way, sir.”
Ahsoka nodded and they slipped around the wall, keeping to the shadows as they pushed on towards their objective. Although weary and worn, war left no rest for any but the dead, and Rex was not about to join them. So, he followed his Commander without question, staying close to her side as she bid him, and keeping her even closer to his heart.
That Familiar, Yet Unfamiliar Feeling - Part 16 & Epilogue
Summary: Lost and adrift after the events of Order 66, Ahsoka and Rex struggle to find their place in this new reality. Both need to deal with the loss in their own way; as they help each other in this shared struggle, their relationship blossoms into something neither expected. As the threat of the Empire grows, can such a tentative, new connection be sustained? Or will they be torn apart by their duty to fight?
Fandom: The Clone Wars
Pairing: Rexsoka
Rating: M
Chapter 16 Word Count: ~7,000
Epilogue Word Count: ~700
Ahhh the fic is finally finished!! Thank you to all my readers for all your love and support! This fic was a major labor of love, and I am so excited to finally share the finished product with you all.
On a related note, I had originally planned to do a sequel to this fic... if this is something people would actually be interested in reading, please let me know!
Thank you everyone for all the love and support! This has been quite the journey <3
That Familiar, Yet Unfamiliar Feeling - Part 15
Summary: Lost and adrift after the events of Order 66, Ahsoka and Rex struggle to find their place in this new reality. Both need to deal with the loss in their own way; as they help each other in this shared struggle, their relationship blossoms into something neither expected. As the threat of the Empire grows, can such a tentative, new connection be sustained? Or will they be torn apart by their duty to fight?
Fandom: The Clone Wars
Pairing: Rexsoka
Rating: M
Chapter Word Count: ~4,700
Thank you all for your patience! Just one more chapter and an epilogue to go after this one! We're nearly there!