Merry Christmas everyone! <3 Unfortunately I was unable to track our little elf, Ahsoka down to distribute our gifts this year, but I have recruited Anakin to do it.
Hello everyone, merry Christmas! I've got a huge bag of gifts for you all so let's get started!
First we have an epic set of graphics for
Shaak Ti! The last one is animated, and a bit flashy so if stuff like that hurts your eyes, be careful!
Ok, next, we have a cool drawing of my old master and his... never mind. Anyway, enjoy this picture featuring Obi-Wan and Siri,
SiriKenobi-ShenaTokala!
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-digs into bag again- Here we've got another drawing, this one for
Ahsoka Tano, of none other than Ahsoka Tano.
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Aaaannnddd now here's an awesome icon and banner set for
Hannakin!
Here we have an amazing crossover drawing for
DuchessSatineKenobi.
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For
Amaranthine we have this super cool anime drawing of Bean from Ender's Game!
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Breaking for Christmas dinner with Padme, Ahsoka, and Obi-Wan, will add the rest ASAP!
Ok, I'm back. Sorry I took so long, Count Dooku captured me. (on Christmas of all days. That guy has issues.) Anyway, I'm back now and I have the last two gifts.
-digs into bag- Ok, now we have this icon and signature set for
jedispork!
...is that my master giving Spock a high five?
And here's a fanfiction for
Rachel-is-a-JediFireflies
Nine days. Nine days since he had died. Nine days since the most important part of my world completely fell apart. Nine days, five hours, and fifteen minutes since the last time I didn't feel so ill that all I wanted to do was curl up and sleep until I wouldn't desire to cry every time I saw some place that reminded me of Q- him.
And Anakin, the boy who we'd taken with us from Tatooine and, inexplicably, was somehow my Padawan, had barely spoke a word to me since the funeral on Naboo. I'd tried to speak with him. I really did. I know I had been unjust to him before- I feel even worse when I think of my childish jealousy and how it caused me to act hatefully to a being, a child, who had done me no wrong- but I'd hoped that, if I rectified my past errors, I could help him through his own grief and attempt, no matter how pathetically I failed at the task, to be to him who my..Master had been to me.
You'll never be able to do it. You couldn't even save your Master.
Cringing at the terrible voice which had plagued my brain with doubt ever since I could remember, I pulled my thoughts away from reflection and retrospect, and tried to focus on everything externally around me, to only take in peripherally what I physically saw, to not drown in anymore memories.
There is no emotion, there is peace.....
Continually walking these halls as I have been doing these last few nights, lit by only faint blue this early morning, I of course failed to do what I'd set to do.
I remembered traversing these halls behind my Master so many times in my previous life, often times leaving for a mission that called for us to be there as swiftly as possible; the most vivid group of memories, however, was that of when my Master had been himself grieving the loss of someone very important to him, and to me as well- Tahl. It's been so long since her death, much longer in my mind that in actuality, but I still feel that terrible twist in my stomach every time I think back to that dark time for us both- it wasn't as sharp as it once was, but it was still there, waiting to strike me.
But that memory wasn't as agonizing as the one that now sprung up in my mind as I recalled how I'd tried to comfort him in the aftermath- bringing him his favorite tea, trying to comprehend, with my then young mind, how something so appalling and horrible could happen to a good person like my Master.
You were so naive then weren't you. You should have known better by then...
“....Hello?”
Startled, the memories I'd frustratingly been unable to push back falling away at the youthful voice, I swung around and found myself looking down into the pale face of the boy...my Padawan....his face eclipsed in a shadow in the spot where he stood.
Trying to hide my irritation at having been seen so dismal, all hunched into myself and not at all looking like the Jedi I was supposed to be, I asked, keeping my voice serene.
“Yes, Anakin?”
Wiping at his eyes, either from sleep or from crying, the boy strode forward, the sapphire glow casting his features into an odd sheen, a strange azure milky white, like that of a moon seen from beneath the surface of water.
“I-I'm sorry to bother you...but, you keep leaving the room and I was wondering if you were okay.”
A warmth spread throughout my cold chest and once again, I felt shame at the way I'd behaved towards him. Even if my Master had in reality been spurning me, it wouldn't have been Anakin's fault. Smiling, hoping Anakin wouldn't see the tears threatening to trickle from my eyes, I took a tentative steps towards him.
“I'm all right, thank you.”
For a moment, an awkward silence elapsed between us and I nearly turned away, preparing to tell Anakin he should get some rest, but instead an idea came to me, almost as if it were whispered into my ear.
“Hey, would you like me to show you around the Temple a little bit? We haven't done too much since...” nearly choking on the word Naboo I cleared my throat, turning my face so the light wouldn't catch the tears I new were swarming in my eyes, and continued, replacing the name of the world with the vague 'getting back.'
Returning to my previous direction, I beckoned Anakin to follow, and began walking, straightening my back, loosening my hands which I hadn't realized I'd been clenching into shuddering fists, and tried to think of where to take Anakin.
He didn't grow up here. Nothing will make him feel any better than seeing it will make you. This isn't home to him, it is a stranger.
“Did you ever think that these lights look like fireflies?”
The tone in his voice was so different from the somber, low tones he'd spoken to me since we'd returned to the temple, that I almost didn't recognize it. I paused once again and glanced over my shoulder, taking in the boys face, his physiognomy appearing as open and casual as it had that day I first shook his hand on Queen Amidala's ship.
Almost.
An odd comment...
“What makes you say that?” I inquired, hoping he wouldn't see that I didn't know what in the galaxy he was speaking about.
“You know, fireflies; little glowing bugs on Tatooine?” He must have seen something in my face, because he smiled and went on
“I guess you don't. Well, anyway, I never saw them myself, but my Mom always told me that they came out every night and came into everyone's dreams, chasing out nightmares...”
Anakin's voice trailed off, his high feathery tones once again turning into heavy shards of broken glass in his words.
He approached one of the illuminating orbs, raising his hand as if to touch its warm luminescence, but stopped before his fingers actually made contact.
“They never came to mine, of course. But...”
He looked at me once again, meeting my eyes so directly and powerfully I fought the impulse to look away from their ferocity of feeling.
“My Mom also said that they take away the ones who die to live in a better place. They took Qui-Gon with them. I know they did. I saw their faint light in your eyes at the funeral. I still see it, even now”
In my brain, I knew that what Anakin was saying was just a story beings told each other to explain things they couldn't fathom, that the Force was where we all eventually went, but, looking at Anakin's face, seeing the cerulean light reflecting against his cheeks, which seemed to emanate from his already vividly blue eyes- hearing his voice, listening to its suddenly deep, mature notes- taking it all in I felt a spine-arching chill run through me, a thousand, clashing shouts seeming to echo in my mind as it did.
He suddenly didn't look like a child anymore.....
Chosen. The Chosen One. He is the Chosen One. The Chosen One. Chosen.
He- No, Qui-Gon. Qui-Gon was right......
Heart in my throat, I took a step towards the boy and touched his shoulders, gripping them so he wouldn't leave me like Qui-Gon had, and as I dipped my head down to gaze at his face, he buried his head into the crook of my elbow, a little boy once again.
It was strange, but now I didn't feel that barrier between us- one I had just realized had been there- now that I saw him for who he really was. And as I gazed down at the child's face, I realized that, even though the Force had taken Qui-Gon away from me, it had, in it's kindness gave me a gift- not only a student to train, or a brother to watch out for, or a son to raise, a friend to keep me company, but the Chosen One as well. The thought of training the Chosen One- a boy of nine years who didn't know anything about the Jedi other than the stories, most all fabricated and ridiculous, he had heard- was daunting, but I had to do it. For Qui-Gon, for Anakin, and for the galaxy.
And for myself.
Anakin had fallen asleep against my arm, sagging slowly towards the ground, and as I lifted him to carry him back to his room, I whispered, into his hair, into the empty, yet light space around me,
“Thank you.”
And last but certainly not least, a drawing for
Bluesaber3 of Obi-Wan and Ahsoka enjoying some cocoa.
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Merry Christmas everyone, and we're sorry some of these were so late!
Anakin and Rachel
Subject: Secret Santa Gifts!!! (All gifts are up!) 
Wed Dec 25, 2013 12:32 pm
Is there anyway I could get the original drawing mailed? 
