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#Eye Of Palpatine
legendscon · 1 year
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We are so happy to announce that our next guest for #LegendsCon is the prolific author Barbara Hambly, known to the Star Wars fandom for the classic Expanded Universe novels Children of the Jedi and Planet of Twilight, as well as several short stories. She is a powerful force in the genres of science fiction and fantasy writing with an extensive bibliography of novels and TV writing credits. We are so excited to have her join us!
Photo Credit: Bill Purcell
You can meet Barbara at LegendsCon in Burbank, CA on September 9th & 10th 2023! Tickets are available now on Eventbrite:
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ahhrenata · 2 years
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cakesandsnouts · 8 months
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"Now, fulfil your destiny and take your father’s place at my side."
STAR WARS EPISODE VI; RETURN OF THE JEDI
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pileofsith · 1 month
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Nameless Part Twelve - Apostate Page 2/10 I'm sorry, the only way to visually show Barriss successfully making an ideological transmission towards the future Grand Inquisitor was to make them gaze at each other like two sad wet seals. Text is taken from the TCW episode, ‘The Wrong Jedi’. The comic is also available here on AO3.
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cakbanedraws · 4 months
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3 years this WIP been abandoned....now it got their redemption.
Actually want to put Aurra, Mother Talzin, but I'm too lazy to draw rest of them...
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padawansuggest · 1 year
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Fox: *giving the chancellor a stack of data pads and his takeout the secretary got him*
Palpatine: Thank-… what… what are you doing with your face?
Fox: smiling
Palpatine: …I don’t think that’s a smile…
Fox: My batchmates told me my engagement with others would improve if I humanized myself to them more. Behold; my teeth.
Palpatine: 😭 it’s not working plz stop
Fox: I’ve now decided not to.
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theotherrichardpapen · 7 months
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And I know the story goes You say you really tried, you didn't try at all So now you hate the world It hates you back is your excuse to fall
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archeo-starwars · 7 months
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Ask the Master by Pablo Hildago [Star Wars Insider, issue #80]
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gayelectro · 4 months
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I always think "I need this exact GIF" and then never see it anywhere, so I quickly whipped this up.
From the iconic Worthikids animation: "Palpatine's Journey".
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maulfucker · 6 months
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Poast about the "fucking some guy" saga behind the scenes because I can't shut up about it :]
The idea of this series started as just some Maul porn (possibly as a kinda flashback in what became They finally fuck each other this time) where he fucks a guy. Originally i was thinking of going with a twi'lek because they're what we see as sex workers the most in canon, and also the idea of them having two dicks (to match the two headtails) entertains me
As mentioned before, the base of They finally fuck each other this time is actually a wip I've had for Months and didn't know where to go with
There was a scene in the wip where Obi-Wan gives Maul a patdown to check if he's really unarmed, but it was not homoerotic enough and felt kinda out of place and out of character so I cut it
(There were also supposed to be more scenes with Bo-Katan, but once again. did not fit well enough.)
There was gonna be a scene like right after they fuck where Obi-Wan gets a call from the Jedi Council because he's been gone and out of contact for Hours so of course they're worried. and he's like. "oh don't worry I was just having a conversation with a slightly paranoid possible new ally. nothing much going on :) " [<- his neck is visibly covered in hickeys and bite marks]
[yoda voice] some bacta you need. terrible post coital manners your new friend has.
The original original idea continues well after where I ended the series, and involved Maul being imprisoned after Bo-Katan gets the throne except he's put in like. a ray-shielded apartment. and Obi-Wan has to live with him. because there's no way simple technology can keep a Force user imprisoned so they should have a jedi guard him, and Bo-Katan asked him so nicely, how could he possibly refuse to submit to the torture of living a domestic life with his nemesis with benefits.
And from then on it's all just. silly gay slice of life.
Like.
Very awkward jedi visits because everyone wants to see how Obi-Wan is doing but they're all distrustful of Maul even though he's just. vibing in his corner. sipping tea or reading a book. ignoring everyone staring at him.
VERY awkward Anakin and Padmé visit because he Senses she is pregnant and the children (he can feel it's twins) are Force-sensitive and he's like. well that's Interesting [<- doing his best not to bring up the topic of fucking jedi]
(the visit slowly turns into talking about the merits of leaving the Jedi Order for love and how that's totally fine and not a betrayal of one's morals and if someone wanted to stop being a jedi to go marry a senator and become a father that would be totally fine Anakin we would all be so happy for you. hypothetically.)
A mandalorian tries to "jailbreak" Maul but he's like. I'm fine where I am, so no thank you. and this probably happens like once a month.
Arguing about tea (it's like a hobby for them) (force help anyone who visits them during these arguments, they WILL force people to take sides)
And more!
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legendscon · 8 months
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Please join us in wishing a very happy birthday to Legends Con guest author, Barbara Hambly!
Photo by Bill Purcell
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ahhrenata · 1 year
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sinvulkt · 7 months
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The Monster and the Child
The dragon has been trapped for years. It lost its name. It lost its body. It lost most of its memories of not being a dragon. It is everything its Master wanted.
Then, one day, its Master brings it a child. A sand-haired boy smelling of blood, grief and terror.
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Chapter 1: Meeting
The dragon slept, curled on itself in the cold cell that was its home.
It hadn’t always been so. Once, when the dragon hadn’t been a dragon yet, it had been free. It had a name and an inferno burning in its chest. It had a will with no one powerful enough to stop it.
It was different now.
Now the inferno was reduced to sizzling embers, doused by too many cycles of isolation and silence. Now its name was gone, devoured by the scales covering its new skin. Now it layed in chains, trapped behind bars no teeth or claws could break.
Read more on ao3 or bellow the line.
A metallic noise echoed further above.
The dragon raised its head, suddenly attentive. No one ever came into this part of the palace except for its Master, his guards, and the occasional food offering. As if on cue its stomach growled, the rumbling noise echoing on the closed walls of the room. The dragon had since long gotten used to the nausea hunger brought, but a reprieve from it always felt welcome. It was better to think about than the alternative.
For if it wasn’t food being brought to it… a shudder ran down the dragon’s spine, its mane flexing in remembrance. It still sported open wounds from its Master’s last visit. Between the dampness of the cell and the growing weakness of its body, injuries became infected more often than not.
Figures appeared beyond the red hue of the ray shield. A rush of fear overwhelmed the dragon as it recognised the Emperor, surrounded by his Imperial guard. Cold slowly filled his veins. The terror soon gave way to confusion as the dragon noticed a small sniveling form between the guards.
There was a child there, half pushed, half dragged by the faceless soldiers. A boy, with sandy hair dirtied by blood and a snotty face covered in tears. He was struggling weakly against their iron grip, though in vain. The dragon tilted its head, curious. The Emperor had fed it children before, but he seldomly assisted the feeding himself.
The group stopped in front of it.
"Hello, old friend," its Master began. "I have a gift for you."
His oily presence reached out to it, slithering inside the dragon’s mind, probing its reaction. Something about the boy he brought was special. His Master was excited today, the infantile excitement of a new toy discovered. The dragon curled on itself and tried not to fight the invasive presence, knowing it would only make it worse.
"Put him inside," Palpatine ordered the guards.
The ray shield dropped and the guards threw the boy inside. A pungent smell of piss, blood and ash assailed the dragon’s nostrils as the child collapsed on his front paw. Wherever the child had been, showers had not been an option.
The dragon's Master studied them. His presence was everywhere, filling the dragon’s lungs, dragging the dragon’s heart, pushing the dragon’s mind.
"Do as you please," its Master said. There was a lightness to his tone the dragon didn’t like. It felt like the warning ozone before the lightning.
The Emperor took a last glance at the situation, a pleasant hum on his lips, and turned away, faceless guards trailing behind. The dragon didn’t dare to move before the oily presence left his mind too - or as much as it ever would.
His Master reduced to an icy point in the back of its’ mind, the dragon turned towards the foul smelling child. He hadn’t dared to move either and was still sprawled on one of the dragon paws. When its immense head turned towards him, the boy scrambled to his feet, taking shelter in one of the corners of the cell. It didn’t take him very far away. If it wanted to, the dragon could snatch him in one snap, and get rid of the hunger plaguing its stomach.
The dragon hesitated. Its Master hadn’t exactly ordered it to eat the child. He had offered for it to do as it pleased, but the dragon’s wants were never of importance to its Master. It was always a trap. An open question with a single answer.
An odd feeling froze its body though; a whisper, a warning hanging in the air. It observed the child.
The boy stood as straight as he could, clearly trying to seem brave despite the terror shaking his bones. He was a shivering mess. When neither of them moved, the child's heart rate slowly calmed down. He began to observe the dragon in return.
He raised a timid hand. “Hi.”
The dragon waited to see what the boy would do next.
“Please don’t eat me,” the boy squeaked. “I wouldn’t make a good meal."
The human words hurt the dragon's ears. They were too loud, too high pitched, too fast. Most of their meaning got lost on the way, but the cold fire that burned in its chest translated for it. The child’s fire was strong too, the dragon noticed, as strong as the laser wielding soldiers, that his Master made it fight and sometimes eat.
It stepped closer, curious about the child’s fire. Curiosity was something it hadn’t felt in a long time.
The boy tensed and scrunched his eyes closed as the dragon approached, but he didn’t run away. There was nowhere to run to.
The dragon assessed the human smell flooding the room. It was oddly familiar. The blood on the child’s skin woke up old memories, memories of a time with a name that belonged locked away in a box. It breathed on the boy's face, letting a few hairs billow. If it ate the boy, the silk-like threads would drag on its tongue and accumulate in its throat, making it cough for days. But the flesh would warm its belly, and the dragon was cold.
The boy stilled. Then slowly, very slowly, he opened his eyes. Clear blue eyes, as vast as the sky spreading beyond horizons.
‘I trust you,’ they said.
The dragon licked the boy. A small grain of sand rolled on its tongue. The boy tasted like blood and flesh and sun. He tasted like chains broken and forged anew, like golden dunes trapping feet in their embrace. He tasted like a small moisture farm lost in the desert, filled and yet empty for it lacked its most important person. Most surprising of all, behind the sand and the sun, behind the blood and the chains, he tasted like Naboo.
The child tasted like family.
The dragon licked him more, reveling in the various smells coming from him. The blood on the boy’s face woke up names in its mind. It swept them away. The grains on the boy’s skin tore open old scars in its soul. It rubbed them away. The bitter taste of the boy’s pain and fear made its stomach swirl with nausea. It wiped them away.
The dragon licked the child clean, until his only stench was the dragon’s smell. It licked the child clean until his fear was gone and it giggled against his muzzle, crying for him to stop because it tickled so much. It licked the boy clean until its stomach stopped rumbling, fed by the dead blood that covered him.
Vader licked the child clean, and decided there and then not to eat him.
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queen-scribbles · 1 month
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DK genchat was very hmmm generous today
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radetzkymarch · 11 months
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Happy Pride, Darth Vader has been a bisexual kinkster since 1983
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sulevinen · 1 year
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i don’t think many people realize that keeping coruscant safe is literally part of the coruscant guard’s job.
like lots of times they’re just doing what they’re supposed to, regardless if the offender is a good guy or the supposed hero: they don’t know that. they’re not in the inner circle.
they’re just some guys with the shittiest jobs in the galaxy doing as they’re ordered just like any other clone. and it just so happens that the offender is the hero of the show, but the guards aren’t watching it. they’re IN it, without the same context and background knowledge as us. what’s not clicking
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