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stealingpotatoes · 4 months
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Actually lol considering the timeline, Ben would b around the age of Paz’s kid (Ragnar????) Leia should send him over to Uncle Din’s covert to hang out with other not Imperial goths/emos
would be fun seeing how mando kids react to a jedi/alderaan-ish kid loll
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(commission info // kofi support!)
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azertyrobaz · 1 year
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The color red. A door closing. Behind it your worst nightmare.
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dindjarindiaries · 15 days
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Pedro Pascal x Star Wars credits
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inquisitor-apologist · 6 months
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God I’m just thinking. And ugh, the Jedi’s martial arts must have been amazing. They had seven distinct styles, passed down over a thousand generations, by uncountable lineages.
Every lineage must have had their own katas, their own training methods and distinct variations on the forms. There were probably inter-lineage feuds on what type of sparring they taught, variations on specific katas, which techniques were acceptable in sparring, anything. You KNOW those High Republic Outpost Jedi must have created new styles that were gradually subsumed into the 7 forms.
What would a Jedi Tournament have looked like? Were there ones for specific forms, like Soresu-only competitions? Did they have some kind of point sparring? Was there an endurance/blocking division? How would they have measured Force abilities in a tournament setting? How did they score?
In conclusion, SHOW ME THE SECRET JEDI MARTIAL ARTS LORE LUCASFILM
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tyquu · 1 month
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Helloo! I really love your art and especially the way you draw Ezra.
I'm not really sure if you take requests (and if you don't, I'm sorry, just ignore it) but if you do, could you please draw a hug between Ezra and Hera ?
I recently watched Ahsoka, and the ending almost killed me.
Wahhh! Thank You!
And I certainly can! ( I haven’t made it to Ahsoka yet, so I’m afraid I picked earlier iterations of them to draw, hope that’s alright) .
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Genuinely feel so sick when I think about these two, cause Ezra is her boy. That’s literally her kid holy shit. Their dynamic drives me insane I wish I could coherently articulate the way it makes me feel
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new-anon · 1 year
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realised I’ve never drawn Quinlan before, so I had to fix that!!!!
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manofbeskar · 1 year
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may the fourth be with you ♥️
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emlposters · 2 years
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Part of a planned trilogy of posters that I haven’t gotten around to finishing yet. This one is for the 7-9 set of movies
Available on my shop!
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faetreides · 2 months
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Feral feral Anakin fucking you every second of the day because he can’t get enough of you and is overly obsessed
send me coryo, luke castellan, or anakin asks (this is a threat)
implied canon compliant prequels and childhood friend afab royalty reader (basically in padme's place) based on an upcoming fic
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This is canon Anakin behavior actually, he's like a big dog with his favorite chew toy. The dog obviously loves the toy a lot but it's because of his love that the toy becomes well used. No matter how tattered it becomes, the dog will still curl around it and spend its days licking the hell out of it until it withers away.
I think that because of how he grew up, just a little boy on some ball of sand whose life really didn't belong to him, as soon as he's free from that he just unravels. I love Anakin being written as more unhinged or even slightly like an eldritch horror, because suddenly he has this big destiny laid out in front of him and the tethers holding his soul together inevitably come unhooked. I think that he's wired like that from the beginning, very passionate but without a means to express it.
So, when he meets you, little royal heir with all the stars of the galaxy in your eyes, he tells a familiar story about an angel and from then on, it's over for him. Every moment of his life orbits around the sun in his solar system, you.
The first think he thinks when he sees you again, is how your moans would echo off the windows when he eats you out on one of the couches. Then he imagines your perfectly manicured hands clawing delicious ribbons down his back while he rabidly pounds your sopping wet pussy against the wall of your huge walk-in closet in your apartment. He'd have to hold a hand over your mouth, but he wouldn't do a thing to clean up the slicks that drips out of your pussy onto the floor. You'd pout as you'd rush to get ready before Obi-Wan came back, and all he'd be able to do in response is hook his chin over your shoulder and smile.
"No, it's because I'm so in love with you."
You're leaning against a balcony overlooking a lake in Naboo and all he can think about as he strokes a shy finger down your back is hiking your dress up and bending you over it. You're chained to a pillar in between him and Obi-Wan, and when all is said and done, he wishes he killed everybody that was relishing in your suffering in that arena and fucked you with their blood coating his body. He could go on forever until the last grain of sand on Tatooine flies away. He'd have gotten you barefoot and pregnant immediately if the leash around his neck was any looser.
No matter the fantasy or the moment, you always have at least one mark on you. He's not patient enough for hickies and his fingers move too quickly for any serious bruises to form on your body. He favors bite marks, near perfect impressions of his teeth etched in your soft skin. He doesn't bite to tear, just does his repeated 'chomp!'s without a single thought in his head; your thighs bear the brunt of it. Anakin likes when drops of blood bead at the surface of the bites, because then he can lick the bites soothingly. You usually have to run your fingers through his hair to get him to come back to himself when he starts doing it on autopilot with his eyes rolled back.
"Yes, yes, yessssss.... love fucking my cunt, missed making love to my sloppy pussy. Taking my dick so well, keep breathing with me, my love. That's it, just like that."
His way of saying good morning is languid strokes deep in your guts. His way of saying good night is crazed thrusts that have him putting it back it when his frenzied pace causes his length to slip out. He has is so hard sometimes, determined to carry the entire galaxy on his shoulders with you on top of it. You can the rising anger that builds within him when everything he does to prove himself goes unrecognized. The best way he has to ignore all of that outside responsibility is knocking your sweaty body up the bed while you're clutching the headboard for dear life.
Anakin's emotions bleed from him so openly, and all you have to do is drink them in. Because even though he wasn't free when he met you, you owned him them with his gift around your neck. You own him now, your cervix kissing his mushroom tip in its own display of affection. He is supposed to live his life with the intention to be the force's son, but he is burning to ash faster than he is fulfilling his destiny; at least he can keep you and your future children warm.
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coldcutfruit · 7 months
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Sabine Wren, the Mandalorian Jedi that you are
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alabyte · 6 months
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«Like you are not the monster that I knew»
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NothingBadHappened!AU
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nowritingonthewall · 6 months
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Poe and his droid son - Happy 4th of Poevember 🥰
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grimmghostart · 5 months
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Star Wars Droid Series. Chopper, R2D2, BB-8, & BD-1. Who’s your favorite droid?
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magnusbae · 7 months
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it's obi-wan, obi-wan is the visitor
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frostbitebakery · 8 months
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ALWAYS READ THE ASSEMBLY INSTRUCTIONS
a The Unlucky Ones snippet
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“I’ve seen them all together,” Crop stated confidently. “The batch,” he emphasized with a knowing look.
Recoil looked up and snorted. “Right.” She turned back to the stubborn as fuck stain on her bucket. “Talk kark about something else. Everybody knows eerie shit happens when CCs are close together.” She had seen what went down when Marshal Commander Cody and Commander Doom had accidentally bumped into each other. Goosebumps broke out at the mere wisp of the memory and it hadn’t even been bad, or battle conditions. Or anything like what happened after Commander Faye—
“No, I swear,” Crop insisted and Recoil smothered the urge to rub her temples.
“You ain’t seen shit,” Forest chipped in, flopping down next to her and graciously helping himself to her blaster oil.
“You’re welcome,” she hissed and grinned nastily when he slowly put the oil down again.
“Anyway,” Forest continued, turning back to Crop, “as I was saying, you ain’t seen shit. Stop spreading this banthashit or you’ll catch crap.”
Crop tried hard to hide his embarrassment, Recoil would give him that.
“What are they teaching on Kamino these days,” Forest sighed. “We can’t have two CCs within five feet of each other or you’ll literally piss your blacks when the Curse goes batshit. So there’s no way you’ve seen the batch all together.”
Crop’s shoulders drooped. “Okay, maybe it was just a holocall with General Kenobi. But I swear Marshal Commanders Cody, Bly, Ponds, Wolffe, and Fox were there. The whole batch.”
Now that was interesting and disconcerting. Recoil grabbed the blaster oil Forest tried to inconspicuously snag. “What the hells’ brawl needs three systems armies and the homefront?” Campaign planning with two and more battalions already was a headache and a half because despite more soldiers in the dirt, life expectancy dropped ridiculously low.
Crop held up his hands. “No, dude—“
Recoil raised a brow.
“Sergeant,” he stuttered out, flushing red under her unimpressed stare. “It was about the Curse.”
“Did the commanders update containment protocols again when one of them goes berserk?”
“Something’s wrong with it.”
“Fucking hell,” Forest breathed.
“Something is wrong with it,” Recoil echoed. “Something is wrong with the Curse.”
Crop shrugged. “Seems like it. Marshal Commander Cody cleared the war room immediately.”
“Eyes only,” Recoil muttered to herself. “Shit is going to go down if they up the top secret.”
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caligocanis · 7 months
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new fixation just in time for university
i love them and i care shin
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