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skyguysart · 1 year
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Tactical attire
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bishicat · 27 days
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skyguy 🫶🩷
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anakindoodles · 7 months
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Master and Apprentice
A little redraw again of this
and for the love of star wars please click for better quality
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4youandi · 7 months
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drawnbypage · 7 months
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Ahsoka has given us so many good episodes especially the last 3 that have dropped so I needed to doodle these two since it's been a minute. More fanart doodles to come especially after episode 6!😭🤍🤍
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hello-there-cyarika · 9 months
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YOU HAVE SUMMONED THEM
@dukeoftheblackstar
Wooley and Waxer cannot and will not be stopped in pursuit of cookies (especially when Boil is the one baking them!)
They're honey flavored and flower shaped and the medics will say that they're more addictive than spice since any trooper will skip the med-bay if they hear that there's cookies on board!
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lightsabergirl · 1 month
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little ahsoka doodle I did 💙💙
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kittysdarkcloud · 2 months
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"Remember you omnichord" is so Anakin and Ahsoka, help me.
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Gonna do the next part with
"And I need to save you, but who's gonna save me? Please forgive me for everything I do, when I don't remember you" <//3
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lumesati · 1 year
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May the force be with you and may my alternative universe Skyguys always enjoy delicious Tatooine’ blue milk (🌱🥛) together after daily Jedi training.
Love Fanfiction Anakin (as Luke’s father in AU DinLuke stories) a lot. <3
Made me love Ani in general.
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gouruyue · 2 years
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Long hair anakin is kind of my thing, hopefully it’s not out of character 🤪
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maniamajor · 2 years
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anyone here watch that one studio c video ??
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skyguysart · 1 year
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My druid goblin bf and barbarian goblin gf OCs.
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skyguysnipsworld · 1 year
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captainsophiestark · 7 months
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Subtle Clues
Anakin Skywalker x Reader
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Written for Fictober 2023!
Fandom: Star Wars
Day 4 Prompt: "Do you even know what this means?"
Summary: Anakin and his SO think they're doing a great job of keeping their relationship a secret. They are not.
Word Count: 1,197
Category: Fluff, Humor
Dedicated to @ghostofskywalker for her help coming up with an idea for this prompt! Thanks Tori!!
Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.
"You know, I don't think I've ever been in Skyguy's quarters before. Have you?"
That one little question from Ahsoka, Anakin's padawan, made my heart stop in my chest. I'd been in Anakin's quarters many, many times, the most recent being just last night when we fell asleep curled up on his couch together. But because of the Jedi, I couldn't admit that I was dating Anakin. It was our most carefully kept secret. So, I shook my head.
"I probably have at some point, I've known him so long," I said, being very careful to sound casual. "But I don't remember the last time, or for what."
"I bet he's a mess," Ahsoka chimed, skipping along next to me without a care in the world. I smiled a little, despite how tired I was.
Anakin, Ahsoka, Obi-Wan, and I were shipping out from Coruscant after a brief stint back here. Anakin had left early this morning, along with Captain Rex and a few other key members of the 501st, to start getting things back in order. As a result, I'd had to wake up even brighter and earlier to get back to my own quarters before Rex showed up to leave with Anakin. Now, because Anakin had forgotten his datapad, I had to go all the way back to his quarters a few hours later to get it for him.
"He's definitely a mess," I grumbled. To be fair, I'd probably qualify too. But still.
We pushed open the door to his room, and Ahsoka stepped through without a moment's hesitation. Anakin had said he'd left his datapad on the bedside table, so that's where I headed while Ahsoka looked around the living room.
I sighed heavily when I got into the bedroom and found it exactly where he'd said it'd be. Exactly where he'd left it last night, after we'd moved from the couch to the bed in a sleep-haze and watched a few short holos on it before passing out again. I tucked it into my bag, then headed back into the living room.
"Y/N! Look at this!"
I found Ahsoka standing just behind the couch in the living room, waving a t-shirt around in the air. A second later I had a heart attack as I realized it was mine, my favorite casual shirt, that I'd ditched last night in favor of stealing some of Anakin's clothes that also qualified as favorites.
I gave a noncommittal hm, trying to figure out how best to respond and not look incredibly, immediately suspicious, but Ahsoka quickly latched on to my initial response.
"Do you even know what this means?"
I tried not to let the irritation or panic show on my face. "Uh... Anakin's a mess?"
"No! There's no way this is his, he hates this band."
I swore, loudly, in my head. I was going to kill my boyfriend for forgetting his stupid datapad the next time I saw him.
"It means that Skyguy had somebody in here with him! Y/N, what if he's dating somebody?"
"Wow, Ahsoka, that's... wow."
"I wonder who it could be?" she said, talking to herself more than me. She turned away and started pacing the room, my t-shirt held tight in her hand. I tried to think of something, anything, to get out of this situation, but my mind kept drawing a blank. "I mean, who could he have brought into the temple without someone noticing? It's not like other Jedi make a habit of losing clothes in each other's rooms..."
I stood frozen in the doorway to the bedroom, using every ounce of strength and training I'd ever received to keep my expression neutral. There had to be a way out of this, some way to get Ahsoka to drop it and move on-
"Master Kenobi!"
My head snapped up, my heartbeat jumping to lightning speed at Ahsoka's words. Sure enough, Obi-Wan stood in the door with his hands on his hips, watching the two of us.
"What are the two of you doing in here?" he asked. "We're supposed to be leaving in a few minutes."
"Anakin... forgot his datapad..." I said weakly, holding up the object in question. He looked from that, to me and the obvious unease I must've been radiating through the force, to Ahsoka, still holding my shirt in the air. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
"I see that. And what do you have, young Padawan?"
"I found this shirt in here," she said, holding it out to him. "I think Master Skywalker might have been... with someone."
Obi-Wan walked over to Ahsoka and pretended to inspect the shirt, stroking his beard and giving a thoughtful 'hm'. The whole time, I focused all my energy on projecting the loudest "NO!" possible at him through the force. He must've heard it, but he was clearly ignoring it.
"Well, that's an easy answer. It belongs to Y/N."
The words were out of his mouth faster than I could stop him. I used the force to grab a pillow off of Anakin's bed and hurled it at Obi-Wan, which he annoyingly ducked. Ahsoka looked between the two of us, mouth open in shock.
"WHAT?"
"They've been dating for quite some time now."
Ahsoka whirled on me. "You and Skyguy told Obi-Wan and not me?"
"They didn't tell me," Obi-Wan continued, jumping in before my brain could unfreeze enough for an answer. I just stared between him and Ahsoka, mouth gaping like a fish. "They're just terrible at hiding it. I caught the two of them kissing behind a column in the Temple when we got back here a few weeks ago."
Ahsoka stared at Obi-Wan in shock, and he looked back, his arms crossed. I finally managed to shake myself out of it, the horror wearing off a little faster than when Obi-Wan had caught me and Anakin. I sighed, walking past both of my friends on my way to the door.
"We might not be as good at hiding it as we want to be, but the two of you are still the only two who know besides Padmé and the 501st, so... do us a favor and keep it to yourselves. And sorry we didn't tell you earlier, Soki."
I didn't miss the look Ahsoka and Obi-Wan exchanged as I passed them, instead choosing to ignore it. We were supposed to be leaving in ten minutes, after all, and now that I had Anakin's datapad there was no reason for me to wait around any longer.
"Do you want me to bring your shirt?"
I froze on the threshold at Ahsoka's question, grimacing. I didn't need to turn around to see Kenboi's smirk. I cleared my throat.
"Yes please, Ahsoka. Thank you."
"Sure thing."
Her tone was teasing, and I knew Anakin and I were going to be hearing about this almost nonstop from his young Padawan. I guess we'd deserve it, since we were apparently much worse at keeping secrets than we thought we were, but still. I wanted to get on board the ship with Anakin as soon as possible so I wouldn't have to take the brunt of the teasing alone.
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jellyfishsthings · 2 months
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Warnings: this is going to be a multi part series and it's going to be angsty cause I am in my feels. Female reader, Padmé and Anakin were together but had a healthy break up, Jedi reader so forbidden love
This story takes plays in Clone Wars yet many events have been changed (like the meeting of Ashoka and Anakin... don't worry the sibling energy is still there.)
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I head towards my room. The walk there feels like an eternity. When I finally reach the familiar doors, I slip inside. I remove the damned dress haphazardly as I head towards the shower. I let the cold water envelop me, trying to remove the tension from my shoulders since my usual scalding hot shower routine will not calm me.
After a while, I got out and dressed myself in a long T-shirt and tucked myself under the heavy duvet. My eyes flutter close, exhaustion taking over my senses despite my nap on the ship that was rudely interrupted. Yet, my mind is clouded. Padmé's words resurfaced. "You are made for each other." Yeah sure… as much as I want it to be true, there is no way there is no chance for the two of us. And so I will myself to sleep, and I let myself dream of what we could be.
I dream of him.
Dawn finds me still in my bed for the first time in forever. Today is what I call a "slow" day because I don't have to do anything. So I bury myself under the comfort of my pillow and my comforter, and I stay there for at least one more hour, doing absolutely nothing. Yet my body craves movement, and I can't stay still anymore. I throw on my robes and head towards the cafeteria, where chaos erupts.
"But Master-" a young feminine voice calls and is interrupted by a much louder one.
"I am not your Master, girlie. There has to be some kind of mistake." Anakin's voice booms and echoes through the hall. Causing laughter from all the other current residents of the Temple.
"What is happening? " I whisper to Obi-Wan as I enter the room.
"Anakin has a Padawan. A much… stubborn one." He says, chuckling.
A young girl stands across from my friend with arms crossed and a scowl. Anakin wears a similar stance and expression. I calmly get closer to them.
"Ani. Won't you introduce me to your friend?"
He draws an annoyed breath, trying to maintain his composure.
"My name is Ashoka."
"Nice to meet you, Ashoka. Were you shown your room yet, and your new clothes?"
"No, because skyguy over here …"
"Don't call me that." Anakin snaps, and I try to stifle a laugh. "Not you, too."
"She's funny."
"She's overly sarcastic, mean, arrogant and… why are you smiling like that?"
"Oh, how the tables turn."
"What do you - No."
"Oh yes." I say and smirk at him, waiting for his response. It never comes, at least not directly.
"Come on, Snips. Let's have a tour of the Temple." He says with an exaggerated sigh. And I beam at the nickname Snips. He is already invested even if he shows clear dislike to her … for now. I wink at the young Padawan, and she smiles at me as they leave the room.
I find Obi-Wan slacking at the corner table, watching me with a knowing smile. I serve some French toast on a tray, and I join him. A comfortable silence enveloped us as we ate.
"May I ask you something?" He says after a while.
"Of course Master Kenobi."
"Drop the formalities, firecracker. Will you join me in the meditation ring? I am afraid my usual partner is rather occupied. "
"Of course."
And so we leave our trays in the washing compartment, and head towards the meditation ring. Our outer robes are removed as we sit across each other, and we cross our legs, placing our hands above our knees facing upwards and straightening our backs. Our eyes flutter close as we let ourselves delve into the Force; we let our spirits travel miles and miles away. Soon, I feel something resisting my mind's borders, trying to slip inside, and I gently push it back. This goes back and forth for a while, and Obi-Wan is a great opponent in this as it turns out. We are both out of breath and sweat collects above my brows.
"The Force is strong with you. You have great power in you, and you use it wisely. Your constraint and maturity proceeds your age. "
"Thank you, Master."
"Yet you wear your emotions, much like Anakin. Especially with Anakin."
"Well, of course, he is my friend."
"That is not what I mean, and you know it. I have raised you both. I know what I see. Your feelings for each other are obvious, at least to me. The council forbids any kind of attachment." He says calmly. "I think they are wrong. Attachment is what makes us stronger; it is what gives us hope."
"You mean -"
"I do not think anything, kiddo. You are too smart for your own good. I have faith that you will figure it out. And dismiss any thoughts of leaving the Order; he is not complete without you."
I stayed still in my place, baffled at his words, as he kindly smiled at me and leaned down to kiss my forehead.
My thoughts are tangled knots for the rest of the day. Every loose string I find makes the mess even more complicated. Every task I try to do is left unfinished, I give up on the thought of a productive day, leaving reports unread on my desk and I head towards the training room.
I hijacked the sound system of the room and I put my one and most prized possession into the old pick up I once found on a black market. Loud music fills the room and I head towards the center of the arena. I position myself in a fighting stance and I let my body get lost in the music as I repeat fighting routines. Hours could have past or mere minutes before a small body appears next to me trying to copy me. I flinch as she gets close to a striking distance.
"You are awesome. Why can't you be my Master and not Sir Grumpypants?"
"I wouldn't know Ashoka."
"Master speaks very highly of you."
"Ashoka what the hell are you doing?" Anakin yells as he lets the doors slam behind him. I roll my eyes at his dramatic entrance and his antics. "Go back to your room."
"But you said-"
"Now. I won't say this twice." And so Ashoka leaves with a long, suffering sigh. After she is out of the doors I turn towards my friend.
"You didn't have to be so stern with her."
"Don't criticize me." He buries his hand in his hair, tugging at the roots as he whispers. "What am I supposed to do? She is just a child and I have to turn her into a warrior? The war is raging and-"
"Breathe. Just breathe." I say as I encircle him with my arms, hugging him tightly trying to calm his panicked breathing.
"I can't do it. I won't." He mutters over and over as tears slip down his face.
"You can and you will. You have to."
"I know." His lips move against the skin of my neck, forming the words but never saying them out loud. "You will help right? I am so lost."
"Yeah, this is what friends are for."
"Yeah, friends." He repeats sadly.
Friends. The sound of it is bitter and it sits badly at our tongues, since we are both too afraid to face the truth.
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vodika-vibes · 4 months
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So, because I'm me, I'm thinking of a Star Wars AU. And this is really just going to be a train of thought writing thing.
So, Ahsoka is 14 years old, and she has recently become Anakin's Padawan, and she's not sure.
She's not.
It's nothing against Anakin, it's just that he's very...young. And very male. And very human.
And so very young.
So when she returns from her first mission, and has her first lessong with Skyguy (He had the men shoot at her and her head kinda hurts still and her hands won't stop shaking but that's normal, right?) She makes her way to the archives.
She finds the old mission records and she reads through her Master's missions, missions he took as a padawan...and quickly determined that his mission load was boring.
So she starts reading about Master Obi-Wan's missions.
She reads about Bandomeer. She reads about Melida/Daan. She reads about the two years on Mandalore.
And she's like, "Huh, I guess it could be worse." And then she puts everything away and carries on.
Her first night back at the temple, in a room in an apartment shared with Master Kenobi and Skyguy, was rough.
She never had a hard time sleeping in the temple before, but everything ached, and she had a blinding headache behind her eyes, and she just can't stop shaking now that she's not moving -
So Ahsoka climbs out of bed to curl up on the couch.
It's obvious to her that Skyguy isn't here, but Master Kenobi is awake and sipping tea in the kitchen, so she joins him.
He's nice. Soothing. His presence feels like water rippling over her, and it's enough that she accepts his offer of tea.
And, while they sipped their tea and got to know each other, Ahsoka lets slip the training she had that day and how she feels awful still, and how she can't stop shaking.
And Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi drops his mug and stares at her in abject horror.
She makes a weak joke about how it could be worse, but it doesn't wipe the look off his face, and when he draws her into a tight hug, his force presence washing through her in the way that her old creche master used to do the same thing, she sniffles and she buries her face in his shoulder and starts to cry.
She knows, deep inside, that what happened was wrong, and the fact that he agrees is enough for her to agree to an immediate trip to the halls of healing.
Personally, I think this would have changed everything. But I'm tired and can't quite think it all the way through.
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