and are joining forces for this art jam! Each entry for this art jam will also be featured in their Winter Theme Art Jam. So you will get even more people seeing/reading your beautiful art! We will also be featuring each entry for their art jam here!
Basically what this means is since both groups have the same art jam theme, all submitted works will be featured on the both groups.
–Please note that this isn't a contest, it's just a special event to make and share art with a similar theme all around, so everyone's a winner!
– The requirements will be that it must new a new work that was made after the posting of this journal
– The illustration, or fanfic, has to be about Ahsoka in a winter setting, or either celebrating an earth holiday, or maybe also the SW holiday called Life Day
– You may also, if you want to, have your work with Ahsoka and another person, or with a whole group of other people all in the winter/holiday spirit
– Crossovers are fine too.
The works must be submitted to the Winter Art Jam 2013 folder for approval. Once approved they will be featured below on this journal.
Art jam ends on January 1, 2014
Here will be entries so far:
Entries from #Barriss-Ahsoka :
A Dark Gift for Palpatine- Winter Art JamA Dark Gift for Palpatine
It was the same dream, over and over. Barriss Offee had remained in her prison cell for a week, after confessing to heinous crimes of treason, betrayal, sabotage and murder.
She had remained without emotion, except for thinking back on the trial, and the dream she kept having. Was it a vision? If it was, it filled her with dread.
Every night, the dream felt cold, like an artificial death, and black like an evil skin. She could hear a sort of lifeless machinery going on, a terrible breathing noise, and a scream that was female.
Every night the dream ended in the same dreadful way. The breathing, cold machines at work, and the blackness with a shape. A female shape that was clawing from the void, with a brief scream silenced forever. And a voice that said one phrase over and over. "Still alive." Was this to be her future?
She would wake from the dream with a small gasp, feeling claustrophobic, gasping for air, and feeling the cold, the blackness,