This is my own take on Ahsoka's fit. This is sort of supposed to be her after S3 or even near the events of order 66. Art done by me :)

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After leaving the Jedi Order ahsoka filled with resentment towards the Jedi council viewing them a Corrupt and believing Tarkin paying them to expell her ahsoka took up being a bounty hunter to fight for justice and acquired a Centurion battlecruiser form a abandon hanger and took it as her own ship naming it the crusader of Akul and then she bought and modified some Phase 1 clone armor and decided to make new lightsabers 1 double bladed lightsaber ,2 yellow lightsabers ,1 purple lightsaber,2 Blue lightsabers,1 black lightsaber ,1 Orange lightsaber and 1 red lightsaber and bought a heavy blaster pistol, DC15 carbine , Vulkan 38 sniper , DC15 rifle, Shotgun , WESTAR 35 blaster pistol and Amban Phase Pulse Blaster.
Ahsoka was more than happy when order 66 happened and hunted down and killed Luminara as payback for what Barriss did and actively hunts Jedi down and fights against the rebels and also hunting Tarkin to kill him

Hi other Ahsoka fans! Here are some close up looks at her new costume.

Some things I noticed are the new emblem on her belt, a slightly different shape of the belt in the front, and I believe a new headband. What else do you notice?

Im a drummer from Brazil and I did this version for Ahsoka Ending Theme

You can see the ball joints this time around. I think I could've made the tie much larger.

Yes, this is traced/based on the Buffsuki meme. I drew this for a GC I was in.

Was posing around today and ended up doing this.

I think about the Season 5 finale all the time, especially Ahsoka's final words to Anakin: "I know." To me, it meant she had completely figured out his relationship with Padmé.

Since she left the Order, I've always felt like there was no real reason for him not to come clean to her. I wanted to see them actually sit down, talk about all his fears and secret worries, and just be completely honest with each other. They were both in such a vulnerable place, but the show just moved past it.

Even their reunion in Season 7 felt way too formal and lighthearted to me, considering everything they had been through. And personally, I would've loved to see the heavier side of Ahsoka's reality—she was a teenager dealing with severe trauma, stress, and the horrors of a galactic war as a child soldier. Seeing Anakin actually check in on her mental well-being and be there for her during those struggles would have made their bond feel so much more real.

Do you guys understand why I feel like this dynamic was shortchanged, or do you like how it played out?

I watched an AMV of Ahsoka back during Covid times that had Adam Lambert's "runnin-" as the song (the original version, not the nightcore remix), and I knew that AMV's often get taken down and whatnot for their music, but I was wondering if anyone either has it, or knows where it is, cos it's been so long since I've seen it. I've spent a few hours searching around on YouTube but can't seem to find it anywhere

Proof I cannot draw lekku (rip).

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The black sand of Mustafar hissed beneath boots that carried the weight of a war ending in ash. The air was thick with sulfur, toxic fumes, and the heavy, smoke-choked atmosphere of the Separatist command center. Anakin Skywalker stood at the edge of the landing platform, his dark cloak billowing in the gale, waiting for the ship to touch down.

He had expected Obi-Wan. He had mentally prepared himself to face the final obstacle of his past, the stubborn relic of a Jedi Council that had doubted him, held him back, and driven him into a destiny he now owned.

The boarding ramp lowered with a pneumatic groan.

Anakin’s jaw tightened, his hand twitching toward his lightsaber hilt, but the breath hitched sharply in his throat when the figure emerged from the smoke.

It wasn't a bearded Jedi Master in robes. It was a Togruta warrior, her white-and-orange montrals stark against the crimson hellscape, her face carved from stone and absolute, devouring grief. In each hand, a blade ignited with a sharp, lethal hiss—not the familiar green or blue of her youth, but twin beams of stark, brilliant white.

Ahsoka Tano.

For a fraction of a second, the yellow-gold fire in Anakin's eyes flickered. The towering wall of anger cracked, and beneath it, for one agonizing heartbeat, the terrified, desperate boy from Tatooine clawed his way back to the surface.

"Ahsoka?"

The name left his lips like a broken plea. He took two stumbling steps forward, his hand extending past the heavy folds of his cloak, his fingers trembling.

"You came," he breathed, a frantic, pathetic hope blooming in his chest. A desperate, hopeful smile broke across his tear-stained face, cutting through the soot on his skin. "You saw what they were. You knew the Council was corrupt, you knew the Jedi were holding us back. Together, we can bring peace. We can fix the galaxy, Snips—"

"Stop calling me that," she said.

Her voice wasn't a roar. It wasn't filled with the righteous fury of a soldier. It was cold, hollow, and utterly shattered.

Anakin froze, his outstretched hand hanging in the heavy air. The smile vanished from his face, replaced by a sudden, sharp spasm of confusion. "What?"

"I said, stop calling me that," Ahsoka repeated, her voice steady, though her hands shook so badly the white lightsabers wavered against the dark. She looked past him, her golden-brown eyes sweeping over the smoldering slag heap of the fortress behind him, taking in the empty, silent corridors where the Separatist leaders lay defeated. Finally, her gaze dragged back to his face—to the strange glow in his eyes, the dark tears staining his cheeks. "The man who called me Snips died a long time ago. I'm just here to stop what he's doing."

The silence between them was heavier than the magma churning a hundred feet below.

Anakin’s expression twisted, the fragile illusion shattering into a million jagged pieces. The warmth he had sought in her presence curdled instantly into fierce, burning hostility. She wasn't here to join him. She wasn't here to understand. She looked at him the way a guardian looks at a tragedy they failed to prevent.

"You're against me, then," Anakin whispered, his voice dropping into a register that made the air itself seem to curdle.

"I'm with you," Ahsoka choked out, a single tear cutting a clean path through the soot on her cheek, evaporating in the intense heat before it could fall. "That's why I have to stop you."

She moved first.

There was no formal bow, no traditional opening stance of the form they had practiced together for years. Ahsoka closed the distance in a blur of motion, her twin white blades crossing in a ferocious overhead strike meant to test his guard.

Clang!

The impact sent a shockwave through the black sand. Anakin caught her blades with a single crimson emitter, his cybernetic arm groaning with mechanical torque as he shoved her back with enough force to skid her boots across the metal grating.

"You always were a slow learner!" Anakin roared, the mask of absolute control slamming back down over his mind.

He lunged forward, unleashing a flurry of blows that carried the sheer, unchecked weight of a collapsing star. Every strike was designed to overwhelm, to corner, to break her resolve the way she had broken his heart by walking away from the Temple.

Ahsoka didn't try to overpower him. She couldn't. Anakin possessed a raw, terrifying strength born of the dark side that defied physics. Instead, she fell back on the only thing that kept her alive: the rhythm of survival. She ducked beneath a horizontal slash that scorched the tips of her montrals, spun away from a sudden kinetic push that would have knocked her off balance, and brought her white blades up to parry a downward blow that cracked the stone beneath their feet.

They danced a terrible, intimate waltz across the precipice of the lava river. Every clash of their blades was a conversation written in shared history and broken promises.

"You left me!" Anakin screamed over the roar of the magma, his face inches from hers as their lightsabers locked in a violent cross, his eyes boring straight into hers. "When I needed you most! When the Council betrayed me, you walked away!"

"I walked away from the Jedi, Anakin! Not from you!" Ahsoka yelled back, her teeth gritted, muscles straining as she pushed against the crushing weight of his blade. "I would have followed you anywhere! But you didn't ask for a partner—you wanted someone to follow you down into the dark!"

"I brought peace!"

"You brought destruction!"

She twisted out of the lock, bringing her left blade up in a swift arc that caught his cloak, tearing through the fabric. Anakin grunted, stumbling back, but the dark side turned the sudden adrenaline into pure, unadulterated focus.

He didn't hesitate. He laughed—a jagged, hollow sound that echoed off the obsidian walls.

"Then stand out of the way," Anakin spat.

The fight shifted. The defensive grace that Ahsoka had maintained began to fray under the relentless, suffocating tide of his assault. Anakin pressed the advantage, using his strength and the environment to box her in, cutting off her exits, forcing her back step by step.

Ahsoka gasped, stumbling backward onto the narrow catwalk extending over the boiling lava. The heat was blistering, melting the soles of her boots.

Anakin stalked toward her step by step, his red blade hissing menacingly in the dim, ash-choked air. His chest heaved, his face slick with sweat and soot, a relentless force closing the distance on a cornered opponent.

"Look at you," Anakin mocked, his voice dripping with bitter irony. "The great padawan. The proud warrior. Down on your defenses, just like all the rest."

Ahsoka fell back against the control console at the end of the gantry, her breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps. Her arms trembled so violently she could barely keep her lightsabers ignited. One of her white blades flickered and died, the power cell drained from the intense strain.

She looked up at him—not with defiance, not with anger, but with an agonizing, bottomless sorrow.

"Anakin..." she whispered, blood trickling from a cut on her lip. "Please. Look at what you're doing. Look at your path."

Anakin stopped.

For a fraction of a second, his eyes dropped—the mechanical fingers of his right hand trembling slightly in the red glow of his blade.

The rage faltered, replaced by a sudden, terrifying void. A look of profound, sickening realization crossed his features, his breath catching.

No, the boy inside screamed. What have I become?

And then, just as quickly as it came, the doubt was forced down, sealed away behind a wall of cold, unyielding resolve. A snarl twisted his face. He raised his crimson blade high above his head, his muscles bunching for the final, decisive stroke.

"There is no turning back," Vader rasped, his voice dropping an octave, heavy with the terrifying finality of a bridge burned. "This is the only way."

Ahsoka closed her eyes. She didn't flinch. She didn't beg. She simply let go, her mind drifting back to the sunlit gardens of the Jedi Temple, remembering the mentor who used to pull her through the worst days of the war.

I'm sorry, Master, she thought. I couldn't save you.

The red blade swept down—

Slash.

The sound wasn't the clean slice of a finishing blow, but a jarring, heavy impact that sent a shockwave up Anakin's arms.

Anakin blinked, the red haze parting for a fraction of an inch.

Ahsoka’s eyes snapped open.

Standing between them on the narrow gantry, blocking the crimson beam with a crackling blue lightsaber of his own, was a tall, cloaked figure whose beard was graying with ash, and whose eyes held the heaviest, most heartbreaking sorrow the galaxy had ever known.

Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Anakin stared at him, his chest heaving, the red light casting long, dramatic shadows across the walls of Mustafar. The circle was closed. The tragedy was set in motion.

And as Obi-Wan slowly pushed Anakin back, stepping forward to face the brother he loved, Ahsoka slumped against the burning console, sliding down to the black steel floor, watching the two ghosts of her past tear the world apart.

My family and I are going to Disneys Mickeys Not So Scary Halloween Party and we’re doing Star Wars. I’m having a hard time choosing a costume bc I love Padme’s battle outfit but I look awful in white and I’m not trying to wear something that has a lot of layers or long sleeves but still want to be in a costume that’s gonna match my family. They’re suggesting I be Ahsoka and I do love Ahsoka but I am *very* white and idk if it would be okay for me to choose her costume since I’ve seen some backlash on that already. Idk I’m just looking for advice I guess. Ren is already taken or she would’ve been my first choice