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Lmao ok this is so clever!!! 🤯😂
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zyesha · 3 months
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Okay... here we go. One of my first illustrations from 2017. I didn't have a clue with what style I wanted to go and just went with it. One of my all-time favorites.
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Qui-Gon: Well, well, well, if it isn't the consequences of my actions
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darfeld · 2 years
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Obi-Wan: "What do you got there?" Qui-Gon, holding yet again a lifeform in need of rescue: "A smoothies?" Obi-Wan: "You don't even have a smoothie! I'm pretty sure you don't even know what a smoothie is!"
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goldensentinel · 2 years
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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Dishonored (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Corvo Attano/Jessamine Kaldwin Characters: Qui-Gon Jinn, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padmé Amidala, Anakin Skywalker, Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious, Darth Maul, Yoda (Star Wars), Shmi Skywalker, Corvo Attano, Jessamine Kaldwin, The Outsider (Dishonored), Hiram Burrows, Farley Havelock, Lady Boyle (Dishonored), Treavor Pendleton, Anton Sokolov Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Series: Part 1 of Dishonorable Forces Summary:
A trade blockade has been placed on Naboo. Jessamine Kaldwin and Corvo Attano are caught in the middle of it as now Jessamine must become Empress to help turn the tide as Corvo tries to keep her safe.
Star Wars meets Dishonored.
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kurtssingh · 1 year
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Let's knit a sweater together!
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phi-guy · 10 months
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Fuck I love the prequels …. I have so much fun watching them. The Phantom Menace in my heart FOREVER it has EVERYTHING
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vaguely-concerned · 4 months
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Thoughts upon finishing Master and Apprentice! A good double read with Padawan; the ending of that leaving Obi-Wan slightly hopeful about his relationship to Qui-Gon makes for a very sad yet hilarious ‘Local Padawan loses last little bit of hope he didn’t even know he still had’ sort of vibe to the beginning of this one, which is set one (1) year later and Obi-Wan is So Done with Qui-Gon’s whole deal by this point (correctly btw). Also if you can’t tell already I will not be objective or free from bias in this because I love Obi-Wan so much and some of the stuff Qui-Gon pulled made me incandescent with rage on his behalf <3 let’s go
- 'oh obi-wan, you're so mature for your age, I keep forgetting you're only seventeen years old,' qui-gon says, word for word, repeatedly, in master and apprentice, apparently willfully deaf to the industrial-sized warning bells about their relationship dynamic that should probably be setting off in his head. qui-gon believes in vibing with the living force and being in the moment right up until the moment requires him to pay attention to the kid he's raising for more than oh, one and a half minutes of self-effacing inner monologue and then he's like 'well unfortunately there is simply no time for that right now there are prophecies to be pondered'. (the fact that the admission that obi-wan has essentially been left to raise himself emotionally and the resigned reframing of that as 'and maybe that is a good thing!' is part of the olive branch they extend to each other towards the end... will my sadness never end)
- most of all it's so heartbreaking to me that qui-gon seemingly never understands just how much obi-wan as a person is rooted deeply in shame. I don't think that's a feeling that's particularly prevalent in qui-gon's own inner world so he doesn't recognize how central it is in obi-wan's psychology and completely misunderstands and misaligns with him again and again and again and then gets annoyed with obi-wan for that, thus making the shame even deeper. doubly painful because he does see the way rael lives so much of his life out of shame now and feels sad about it, but can't see the way he's contributing to obi-wan doing so. this is what fucks me up so bad about the generational trauma in star wars -- no one here meant to be cruel. for all his faults I do think qui-gon does love obi-wan and doesn't mean to hurt him. but the original sin of the prequels as far as I'm concerned is qui-gon tenderly drying away obi-wan's tears as he's dying even while completely failing to see him, his eyes too fixed on anakin's future to actually be with obi-wan, who's there right now and needs him.
these are simply very different people trying and failing to understand each other, and the harm that can still happen in that… 'if you love me, you don't love me in a way I understand', all the way through the disaster line, even when the love is there, it is there, that’s what hurts the most, it just doesn’t reach where it’s needed, there’s a connection that doesn’t happen. (ironically I think ahsoka doesn't doubt that anakin loves her, it's just uh everything else that went down. so y'know family curse broken! new even more fucked up curse achieved now with more child murder. I mean there already was some child murder in this family but anakin upped the game exponentially) 
- a lil guy who's basically tarzan except the gorillas are replaced with protocol droids and then he becomes a jewel thief is one of the funniest star wars concepts I've ever heard and I hope pax and rahara get to pop up in more star wars media, they’re great fun. (also an idea I think would be super fun to make a character/campaign around in Edge of the Empire or something, everyone playing different droids and then one person being robo-parented lol) 
- was not prepared to have rael posit a theory of what essentially seems to be the jedi version of predestination in his despair, but I do love to see it haha. especially interesting since he, qui-gon and dooku must be among the people alive who've studied the prophecies in most depth, and they've all reached different conclusions -- dooku decides to join the war of light and dark on the side of dark for some reason, qui-gon (possibly the stubbornest fucker the jedi order ever produced) 'turns towards the light not to win some great cosmic game, but because it is the light', and rael in the middle falls into the depressed apathy of 'it doesn't matter what we do here, the outcome is already decided; for there to be true balance there has to be as much dark as light in the world so we're fucked'. but in the end he does take qui-gon's words to heart and turns towards the light rather than accepting dooku's offer, even if he might not believe it makes a difference in the long run. man I love rael. hobo-looking sonofabitch living in a castle for eight years will just suddenly fling out some deep jedi theology huh
- master rael 'I'm gonna make up for the big terrible mistake I made on accident by making an even bigger more premeditated mistake on purpose' averross (affectionate)
- the added layer to dooku’s fascination with prophecy after reading dooku: jedi lost — that his best friend in the world was a seer who couldn’t turn it off and it destroyed him……….. dooku you’re not getting him back if you just understand what he saw you know that right
- the more I read of master and apprentice the more I realize that the reason yoda and qui-gon don't get along is that they're two of the judgiest bitches the jedi order ever produced. They’re like two cats scowling judgmentally at each other from opposite sides of the room pretending to live and let live while going ‘you’re wrong tho’ internally. 
- I dunk on him constantly (not entirely without affection, however grudging), but Qui-Gon is genuinely a really interesting character. He’s so… he’s so. He’s infuriating but he’s infuriating in an equidistant sort of way. You feel me. He’s pissing everyone off equally and he just doesn’t care because again, he’s the stubbornest judgiest bitch around and thinks he’s right all the time. I would be free to just enjoy his ornery ‘no actually I’m right about this’ ass and the chaos he wreaks so much more if Obi-Wan didn’t have to live with the emotional consequences of it lol. 
- poor rael closing in on fifty with his puriteen middle-aged little brother clutching pearls about his getting laid once in a blue moon fhdskjahfas. again a really interesting insight into different ways of interpreting the jedi code, though, I love seeing the jedi not be an ideological monolith. to be fair to rael, having sex sometimes does seem to be the indulgence he has that causes the least conflict with his principles or loyalties so you know what honestly force speed you my friend why not. (and then there's qui-gon 'noooo sex is only okay if you're In Love (implied: like I was)!!!' jinn lmao. I wonder what he'd think of anakin and padme's relationship, would that pass the 'being sufficiently purely in love' test for him) I do like how consistently it’s shown that rael doesn’t mean to be cruel or unkind in anything he says, he always notices something landing too close to home and then pulls carefully back from it instead of pushing on. He seems to be the emotional intelligence powerhouse in this lineage (as long as he doesn’t have his feelings too tangled up in something, at least). 
Dooku: jedi lost also shows us that dooku absolutely knows rael is out there in the galaxy laying pipe and is, at worst, softly amused by it. So in this little family unit it’s only qui-gon losing his mind over it fjsdkafa I’m so used to having qui-gon be the wild card maverick compared to obi-wan ‘*in tears* but what are the RULES master’ kenobi, it’s so fucking funny that within the context that raised him he’s the stick in the mud 
I guess. the book also had a plot and it was not bad! some interesting insights about how the republic interacted with the big corporations and just how fucked everything already was by this point. I'm a pretty character-driven reader so that's what sticks with me for the most part
- obi-wan’s big teenage rebellion here being that sometimes. Occasionally. When he really loses his temper and gets hot under the collar. He’ll say something slightly passive aggressive out loud instead of keeping it contained inside his head. And qui-gon still can’t handle that gracefully AT ALL he snaps right back fdjskfhas. (I guess he also snitches on qui-gon to the council but well, you know, qui-gon was breaking republic law pretty brazenly at that point I think that moves beyond teenage angst and into ‘...master that’s a wholeass felony’ territory). Obi-Wan does go for a couple of low blows, but like. Nothing that’s not actually true, is the thing. And mostly he blames himself for not being good enough, because surely if he were qui gon wouldn’t treat him like this. Augh. hngh. Pain. suffering. 
- I am not one of the people who think everything would have automatically been just hunky-dory if only qui-gon lived and could have been anakin's master (in fact I would have given it a 50/50 chance of going exponentially worse way faster; being more similar as people is not always a guarantee that a relationship will go smoother and qui-gon is an incredibly difficult man to be close to for any length of time), but the way this book basically presents how the dynamic between dooku, rael and qui-gon could have gone on in the next generation too... it would have been incredibly unfair to obi-wan (as always I think that's just an universal constant lmao) but I think the odds of it turning out okay would have been better if you had him in the mix to run crisis control for both qui-gon and anakin, as he does for each of them individually as best he can anyway. at least he could have been free to be anakin's brother and friend purely in that scenario, without all the added mess of grief and having to take on a parental role there so young. he does basically fill that role in ahsoka's apprenticeship, after all.
- qui-gon finally hugging rael before he leaves the planet (and especially since when they were younger he wanted to, but held himself back from it)... that's still his big brother even with all the shit that's happened since ;_____; when someone teaches you how to swim (literally and symbolically) that shit stays with you I suppose
Relatedly: DOOKU getting hugged, and gladly. What the fuck. Are you all seeing this shit. I’m gonna cry or laugh I’m not sure which one why am I emotionally invested in the galaxy's most problematic grandpa now this sucks
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corvidscreams · 5 months
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Just two old men, aged like fine wine.
My half of and Art trade with @sihirbazi. (Their half here)
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pickleprickle · 3 months
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25 Days of Life Day: Sucking on a Candy Cane and Teasing Qui-Gon
Please enjoy this Life Day prompt in which, after returning from the Life Day market, Wine Daddy Qui-Gon lectures and you decide to turn the tables.
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Qui-Gon carefully poured the red wine into the decanter, calmly explaining why it needed to air out. It was so hard to pay attention to the lesson when he was so casually draped into the chair, one knee crossed over the other. He seemed to overwhelm the space with his height and hair and presence. Yet, he was oblivious to you leaning into the lecture, elbows on knees, chin resting on your hands as his words flowed and you gave the barest response to each of his observations.
Full bodied. Hmm. Buttery notes. Oh. Velvety mouthfeel. Heh <snicker>.
With that last comment, Qui-Gon’s eyes flicked up in playful irritation.
“Yes, Stardust, I know that you also have a velvety mouthfeel,” he said. Maker, his voice was so deep and buttery. He immediately went back to the wine lesson.
The worst thing was that the wide ribbon from the Life Day market was still wound around your body from just above the chest to just below the hips and you were dying.
Frustrated, you plucked a candy cane from the bowl on the table and loudly unwrapped it. He didn’t acknowledge the sound and continued his wine musings, pouring a scant measure into a glass and swirling it.
“Smell this.” He held the glass out to you. “Tell me of the aroma.”
You obeyed and took in a deep inhale.
“Hmmm,” you considered. “I suppose chocolatey.”
“Very good.” His eyebrow quirked. “You have been paying attention.”
“You haven’t.” The tip of your tongue flicked along the end of the candy cane. But annoyingly, he’d already gone back to the wine, sampling it and continuing to talk. Such a shame when there were so many other things Qui-Gon could be doing with his mouth.
You slowly slid the candy cane into your mouth and just as slowly pulled it from your lips with a pop. His eyes flicked up and he sighed, leaning against the chair.
“Stardust, stop that this instant.”
“Stop what?” You lasciviously ran your tongue along the length of the candy cane and swirled the tip. “Stop this?”
“Your palate will be ruined and taint the wine’s flavor.”
“Such a shame,” you purred, dragging the candy cane along your lips. “Being ruined.”
Qui-Gon poured himself a glass of wine and sipped, smirking while you continued licking the candy cane, never breaking eye contact. It had become a battle of wills. Neither would relent until there was nothing left of the candy cane or the wine. Odds were in your favor: it takes a long time to finish a candy cane. However, you didn’t have the discipline of a Jedi and quickly decided to change the rules.  
Still sucking the candy cane, you rose and slinked around the table, making sure that the ribbon shifted just enough to allow a glimpse of your breast. Qui-Gon continued to sip. You plucked the glass from his fingers and sat on his lap.
“Qui-Gon, that wine has been waiting to be tasted for years. I am not wine.”
 “No, you certainly are not.” His hand drifted to the bow that held the entire ribbon wrapped around you in place. The slightest tug resulted in a pool of ribbon around your waist. He leaned forward to take your breast in his mouth, tongue swirling around the nipple.
Suddenly he stood and laid you on the table, yanking the rest of the ribbon away and, to your shock, knocking over the decanter. 
“Qui-Gon! I thought you liked that wine! You said it was rare!”
“There will always be another wine, Stardust,” he said. He dropped to his knees and shoved your legs apart. “There will only be one you.”
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@dukeoftheblackstar come get more Wine Daddy Qui-Gon juice!
25 Days of Life Day List
Decorating the house with Elia Kane
Making fudge with Obi-Wan
Decorating a gingerbread house with Wrecker
Snowball fight with Elia Kane
Wrapping gifts with Padawan Obi-WanLife Day market with Qui-Gon
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sapphickittykatherine · 3 months
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student/teacher bonds are everything to me bro... looking up to someone and trusting them enough to learn from them, taking someone under your wing and putting in the effort to nurture them and their skills... it's such a pure and strangely strong bond. not family, not friends, not lovers, but something unique. some examples i adore are saitama and genos, and qui-gon jin and obi-wan. i know that saitama found genos annoying at first, and probably still does at times, but he still clearly cares for him. any moment where he steps in to protect genos drives me insane bro. that's literally his disciple. and is there any moment more emotionally charged than obi-wan cradling his master as he dies? keeping his promise to train anakin, even against his own judgement, because he trusts and respects his tutor? i'm genuinely losing it
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mywitchcultblr · 2 years
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Any universes, they are meant to be... Like Obikin
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philtstone · 1 year
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for the prompt list, how about #16 for the Star Wars characters of your choice? 🪐✨
#16 -- our life was one block wide this is definitely a very abstract interpretation of the prompt and also one of the more incoherent au concepts ive run with but here u go <3 <3
"But I'd say your best bet will be homeschooling," Qui-Gon Jin is saying. "I had to switch myself, back when the kids were school age. It is a commitment, but a worthy one."
His long biker style ponytail is offset by the very lumpy and quite frankly ugly knit sweater he wears, and the thick plastic rims of his glasses. His kitchen door, which he had to duck a little to step through, stands open to let in the pale fall air and also to enhance the acoustics of the relative chaos running through the rest of his house. It seems to be full of people -- not too hard to guess who, given the line up of lopsided family photos lining the wall next to the ancient rain poncho and the three mismatched cars in the driveway -- which is … unexpected. When Din met Bo Katan's old college friend at the most recent political rally she’d dragged (read: blackmailed) him into attending, he had opened up out of desperation; even Bo Katan’s referrals were worth following up on when he had no other options. Except all Ahsoka Tano said, sipping the juice box she’d pilfered from the drinks table while Paz droned on about clan solidarity at the podium, was, You know, I think you’d do really well to talk to my dad. 
And now here he is. Drinking apple tea out of definitely-homemade clay mugs and discussing educational philosophy with a total stranger, who looks like someone spliced Sons of Anarchy with like, an English teacher (Cara has been making him catch up on modern media). At least Greef and Cara were okay to babysit Grogu for the hour; otherwise Din wouldn’t know what to do at all.
Ahsoka’s foster father is still talking, it seems.
“Now, granted, it can be overwhelming. You could always try an alternative Montessori type institution – my eldest Obi-Wan’s working in that these days, though I can’t say I completely hold with their methods. But a boy with his ability and constitution, he might do fine in that sort of environment.”
“He’s just,” Din tries to come up with the words, “I don’t want him to feel like -- out of place.” Omera said nonverbal at six wasn’t unheard of, especially given none of them knew, really, what had happened before Din found him, but –
“Always tricky at that age,” Qui-Gon agrees wisely. He takes a long sip from his cooling cup while a loud thundering of footsteps sounds on the staircase just outside the kitchen door and one of the voices that had been going on in the background becomes more clearly audible, saying,
“Well, I wouldn’t have lost it if you didn’t leave all your old things in my room!”
“You own a literal apartment with your literal wife and children, Anakin!” calls back a second voice, in cheerful, overloud tones. This voice, at least, Din recognizes, “And I can use your old room for storage if I want to, Qui-Gon said so –”
“Please tell Snips to use Obi-Wan’s room for storage next time!” calls the first voice, matching that same easy cheerfulness and somewhat more directly aimed at the kitchen. 
Amidst all this a teenaged girl with too much hair wanders in, picks up and bites into one of the leftover apples on the counter beside the stove, then says, proclaimative,
“Dad lost his screwdriver again.”
Qui-Gon gives Din a complicatedly fond look, like, Kids.
Din sweats. Grogu is a kid, his kid, but increasingly he is realizing that he has no idea what that means – the depth and implications of a child in his care. He probably wouldn’t even be here if not for the sheer dumb luck of his lovely widowed neighbour and Greef and Cara from the bar, and now homeschooling – Din never finished high school! He’s diplomaless! It doesn’t matter what Boba Fett says about corrupt institutions in the quiet moments between running security during happy hour, he can’t leave Grogu without opportunities in this economy –
“Hey,” says the girl, interrupting Din's mental doom spiral. “Wait a second. You’re the guy! From the afterschool program.” 
“The – the afterschool program?” Din manages.
“Yeah, my brother Luke volunteers there. By Temple road? You were there last week to pick your kid up and he wanted to keep playing with the blocks.” She grins, a combination of cleverness and genuine care in her round cheeked face. “The adorable Dumbo ears, right?”
“He –” Din clears his throat. “Yes. My neighbour says he’ll grow into them.”
“I saw him run over to you at pickup time,” says the girl. “It was so sweet. You should’ve seen him, Grandpa, this guy’s a natural.” 
“Leia’s an excellent judge of character,” says Ahsoka’s sudden voice, in time with her braided head poking into the kitchen. “You should listen to her. But later, because she’s late for soccer practice.”
“We’re late for soccer practice,” Leia says, though allows herself to be led out of the room, not before catching a second piece of fruit in her hands, this one tossed gracefully across the room by Qui-Gon himself. “Dad’s our coach. You’re assistant coach. The whole extracurricular is an enterprise in nepotism …”
The front door slams distantly behind them.
“I,” Din says, and then just sits there, for a moment, in total silence. He does remember the other day, at the after school program. He remembers the huge grin on Grogu’s face and the warm sticky feel of his cheek and his little fingers tangled in Din’s scarf, which was slightly singed because Greef had just introduced flaming cocktails to the menu and only total idiots drink flaming cocktails in the mid afternoon. He takes a deep breath and tries again. It never hurt anyone to try, Omera keeps reminding him, on the off days they have these weirdly deep chats when they take the garbage out at the same time. “Maybe – maybe if you had some of your … curriculum materials. To share.”
Qui-Gon looks immensely pleased. “That I do, Mr. Din Djarin. I’ll just go fetch them from upstairs. I’m sure your boy will take to them in no time.”
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crinzinzey · 2 years
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Whose idea to make padawan Qui-Gon wearing like that? Master Dooku will have a word with you
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ladylucksrogue · 4 months
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Chapter 13 is up...
the long awaited chapter is finally up. Hope the action makes up for the wait!
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merrysithmas · 2 years
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star wars & text posts 1/?
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