#star-wars

[deetheartistda]

Last drawing of 2025. a redraw of an old STAR-WARS piece. Still playing around with lighting and lightsabers will always be good for that.

[kentwayne108]

A zany and profane ad for my upcoming paperbacks for the Unbound Realm, soon available directly for purchase from King’s Entertainment What the turtle-dick is happening, all you wiener-slingers who think you’re about to make sex with a super hot soccer mom but then they yank their face off and start asking for the manager holy FUCK it’s a goddamn Karen your cock looks up at you, gives you a single, resolute, hell-nah shake of its sea-creature-like head, then promptly sha-loops back up into your pelvis like a panicked turtle going back in its shell, the Karen starts quizzing you about megachurch and fruitcakes and the latest model of consumer-friendly minivan, your dick starts shaking and squealing in abject terror, crawling up past your organs in an effort to hide, it’s retreating so damn hard that it’s collapsing into itself like a goddamn neutron star, holy shit, this Karen has scared your dick into becoming a cosmic black hole, can’t stave off the inevitable accretion of matter you’re about to wipe out the entire damn planet I AM BECOME DEATH DESTROYER OF WORLDS—...

A zany and profane ad for my upcoming paperbacks for the Unbound Realm, soon available directly for purchase from King's Entertainment

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[bmbrice]

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[kylosam]

Carrie Fisher: I’m looking forward to your space kiss.  Daisy Ridley: My space kiss? Carrie: You’re going to have to have one. Every girl does. Daisy: [laughs] At this point, we’ll wait and see, I guess.

—Interview Magazine, October 2015

[nashs-oc-pit]

Penya Onole, certified girlboss by the bureau of baddies

[parvulous-writings]

Featherlight // Padawan!Qui-Gon x Padawan!Reader

Request:     I am thrilled to death you have Qui-Gon on your list. Maybe some innocent padawan!kisses? You are padawans at the same time/age?

Requested by: ​anon

Summary: Reader and Qui-Gon share some sweet kisses

Warnings: None, this is fluff :) 

Words: 1.5K

Notes:  I don’t know all that much of what’s canon to Qui-Gon’s time as a padawan, so there’s that :)  My requests are currently open! My pinned post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist! Original character list - please request for these too!

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Qui-Gon Jinn had not always been the eloquent and refined Jedi master well known throughout the Jedi Temple and the Jedi Order. No, once upon a time- much to the disbelief of even his own young padawan in his future- he had been an admittedly awkward young man. This was the Qui-Gon you had once known, the one you were close to. In public the pair of you tried to stay as refined and as calm as the rest of the padawans you surrounded yourself with, and the masters who tutored you. For the most part, you succeeded! There was only the odd slip up every now and then, which wasn’t too bad; and most of the time it was so small that you didn’t even get chastised for it.  In private- or as private as two padawans could get- it was a different story. You weren’t as strict with each other as most padawans were with one another. Then again, you were much closer than the vast majority of padawans anyway. The pair of you did not notice how different your relationships were to others at first. The thing that alerted you to your closeness was you bringing up your frequent physical affection in the form of hugs to a couple of your classmates. They had given you a rather odd look- as if you had just gone crazy, or admitted that you had committed a most heinous crime. You brought this up to Qui-Gon, and he didn’t seem as perplexed by it as you were.  “My master has made a few comments,” He told you, rubbing the back of his neck as he spoke, his padawan braid swaying slightly as it brushed up against the thick fabric sleeve of his tunic.  “He has?” You asked, your brows furrowing slightly. You hadn’t heard your closest friend’s master say anything of the sort. Then again, you hadn’t heard Master Dooku say much to you at all. The Jedi Master didn’t approve of you all that much; you didn’t need to be Force sensitive to be aware of that. You had once raised the question of separation to young Jinn, but he had quickly shut the idea down, assuring you that everything was just fine, that Dooku did like you below his soic exterior.  “A few things, here and there.” Qui-Gon replied, with a gentle and nonchalant shrug, glancing down at his deep tan boots as you strolled down a tall hallway in the Coruscanti Jedi Temple. “Nothing much. Nothing bad, I mean.” He glanced at you briefly. “Mostly his usual pieces of advice- ‘A Jedi must not do such-and-such’, and the like...” He chuckled quietly.  “And he was saying that about..?” You prompt, wanting a little more information from your companion, rather than the vagueness he often peppered conversation with, thinking that he sounded akin to his master, or Grandmaster Yoda. Often, however, he did not.  “Oh, he heard word of our hugs.” He quickly put in, answering your question. You should have guessed as much. 

“And what did he actually say about it, Qui-Gon?” You asked, giving him a look to cut the kriff and get to the point.  “Well, he just said it was ‘Most unusual’, and that ‘A Jedi should not be forming such close attachments’.” He chuckled, almost mocking his Master’s dialect as he spoke. You drive you elbow gently into his side, “Hey, what was that for?” He asked you, rubbing his ribs with one hand as he looked over to you. You raised your brows at the brunette, just replying to him with a look. “What? It was only a joke! And it’s not like he’s actually here to hear me, is it?”  “You say that, and he’ll round that corner,” You gesture forward, to a corner that  the two of you were approaching as you continued your aimless walk around the temple. “Before setting you one of those ‘impossible’ tasks you always love speaking about.” Qui-Gon fell silent at your words, clasping his hands in front of him to walk respectfully, as his master had once taught him to. You passed the corner safely, with no sign of Master Dooku. After you had rounded a different corner, Qui-Gon visibly relaxed, a breath of relief passing his lips. You can’t help but chuckle at him.  “What? It’s not like it was a close one, Qui-Gon.” You tease him quietly, and he chuckles quite sheepishly at your words.  “You panicked me,alright? He’s scarier than he may first appear.” Qui-Gon tried to defend himself, shaking his head slightly as you laughed.  “Qui-Gon Jinn, panicked?” You asked, playfully, “That’s unheard of!” 

The two of you go down a smaller, quieter hallway for some privacy, your laughs having drawn some attention from others nearby, which neither of you truly wanted at the present time. You were shoulder to shoulder now, a closeness you were familiar to and you were both rather fond of. This hallway was often unused, and led to the temple gardens, which were usually frequented by old, meditating masters, and occasionally younglings who were to learn about the balance of nature on the vast majority of systems. Today, though, it was empty, and almost silent, save for the breeze whipping through the leaves of various trees, swooping down to brush against the grass and wildflowers settled beneath them in the shade. The pair of you move to one of the marble benches perched under one of the many, many trees, and sit quietly for a moment.  “So, Qui-Gon, on a serious note,” You begin to speak, once you were sure that you both had settled enough. You voice was soft, enough to keep the conversation between the pair of you should any other Jedi turn up and end up walking past you. “We probably should start considering what to do about our relationship. Your master does have a point- we shouldn’t be as close as we are, it does put us at risk, and-” Qui-Gon sighed deeply at your words as you spoke, shaking his head slightly as he started to reply, before you had even truly finished your point.  “I know he does.” He stated, starting off simple. “But at the same time, our relationship does make us stronger, does it not?” He pointed out. “Our closeness gives us another thing to strive to protect, and it supports us in a way that our Masters and the vast majority of our other friends could not hope to comprehend. It makes our duties to the galaxy feel all the more important, does it not?” He asked you, gesturing slightly towards you as he spoke. Your brows furrowed together in thought as you considered it; you weren’t too sure on his stance on things.  “I suppose so, but-” You were harshly cut off by the feeling of his lips against your own. 

You were surprised at first, both from having not expected this move from young Jinn and never having felt affection like this before. You pull away, holding Qui-Gon’s shoulders firmly in your hands, eyes searching his cerulean ones for what his intention may truly be. Was it just to shut you up? Was it truly from a place of pure affection?  Did you really care?  You lean forward again, pressing your lips lightly back to his. He smiled slightly as you returned his initial show of love, and his hands carefully cupped your cheeks. Occasionally he would pull away from you, shifting his lips slightly to press feather-light kisses all over the exposed skin of your face. After a moment and a flurry of kisses, you start to giggle quietly, and playfully slap him away. “Qui-Gon! Stop it!” You tell him, and after one more small kiss of protest, he grants your wish, tucking his hands into his sleeves as a smug smile settled on his lips.  “I suggest that we quickly vacate the area.” He told you, once again trying to speak like the masters did.  “And go where, exactly?” You ask, folding your arms over your chest.  “I have a friend, not a Jedi you’ll be surprised to hear, who would happily tolerate our company for a few hours. We can tell our masters we were out on our usual patrols.” He told you.  “And why must you point out that this friend of yours is not a part of the Jedi Order?” You asked, quirking a brow at him. It was indeed a strange detail to bring light to.  “Because,” Jinn started to reply, “It means no weird looks at contact, or affection. No rules, in their presence at least.” He said with a small smile, and it did seem rather tempting. “Plus, they want me to try some new drink they have. They’ve sent holopics, it’s neon yellow. There’s no way I’m trying that out without some moral support.” He joked with a quiet laugh. “So, what do you say?” You had to admit, you were intrigued by this proposition.  “Alright then, I’ll go with you, for your moral support.” You grinned back at him, “Lead the way, Jinn.”