SpaceMom Creations

Hi! Sorry for the delay in getting back to you; I’m sort of sporadic about my use of social media lately. Yes, I’d be glad to make an emoji for you. If you’re still interested, I charge $15.00 for simple color art. Let me know if that works for you. I’ll be checking Tumblr more often, or you can get in touch with me via email at [email protected]

I’m so excited that my partner at theswagforge.com and I are doing a set of enamel pins of my Twi’lek emojis! They’ll be hard enamel, with some screen printed details on the Syndulla family, and are 1”, except for young Hera at 0.75”. Pre-orders are open now at https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSd4UXhxFJJe37ju4ngECsK4Gdj4Fn05WLSY_CBwc5I0YEdhfA/viewform

Shadow of a Doubt

A year after Kanan joins the Ghost’s crew, he and Hera struggle to define their feelings for each other. Inspired by Silhouettes by The Rays as part of a “One-hit Wonder Challenge”

The blue-skinned Twi’lek sitting across from Hera Syndulla was easily twice her age and was missing the lower third of his right lek, but her eyes sparkled merrily as the two of them chatted. He leaned forward and took one of her hands in his. Whatever he said to Hera made her laugh as she pulled her hand away and wagged a gently remonstrating finger at him.

Kanan watched them from across the cluster of tables outside the Smiling Tooka Café in Amma city on Barcana while he sipped a cup of caf that had gone cold and bitter. Hera had said she was going to meet a very important contact at the café, that it wouldn’t take long and he should meet her there as soon as the Ghost was refueled. But she’d been talking to the Twi’lek for nearly an hour now, smiling across the table at him and laughing frequently. They did not seem to be discussing business, and Kanan was beginning to feel a bit irritated. Of course, Hera didn’t owe him any explanations; she was the captain and he was just...well, whatever it was he was aboard the Ghost. They’d never formally clarified his job. Whatever his title, it certainly didn’t mean she had to tell him anything about her personal life. Still, if she’d been going out with this disreputable looking Twi’lek instead of meeting a contact, it might have been nice of her to give him a heads up, so he didn’t have to sit here watching them flirt all afternoon. Kanan scowled into his mug and drummed his fingers on the table.

“Bwaah!” Chopper, Hera’s eccentric Clone War-era astromech, who was waiting with him, prodded Kanan in the side with a grasper. “Bwah bwaahbwah bwop.”

“I should tell her?” Kanan frowned. He’d gotten pretty good at understanding the droid’s vocalizations, but he wasn’t sure what Chopper was referring to this time. “Tell her what?”

His answer did little to clarify things. “How I feel about her? Chopper, what are you talking about?”

“Bwah bwop bwaah bwop!”

“I like her? Of course I like her.” Kanan had been working in his capacity as a jack-of-all-trades on the Ghost for close to a year now, ever since he’d helped Hera thwart the Empire’s plans on Gorse. In that time, he’d come to genuinely respect her for the strength of her convictions. She was a good and honorable woman, kind and caring as well as passionate and fierce. She was an absolutely top-notch pilot. Intelligent. Witty. And beautiful, too, of course...but that was beside the point. “Hera’s an admirable woman What’s not to like?”

“Bwaaah!” It was amazing how much annoyance the droid could express on that one syllable. “Bwah bwop bwahbwah bwop!”

“Then what did you mean?

“Bwah BWAAAH bwop!” The last “bwop” trailed off into an electronic smooching sound.

“What?!” Kanan fumbled with his caf mug, nearly dropping it. “No! I can’t… I mean, I don’t!”