#spins your frin

[dunkalfredo]

hi here's more isat stuff, including a character turnaround bc I'm trying to learn how to animate properly instead of just shitposting (there will be more shitposts tho)

last one is doodles of stuff from chapter 2 of human after all. i love my silly cryptid sif too much what can i say

[annoyedfanfiction]

qui-gon x jedi!reader

“So I may have a slight problem.” You desperately jerked the ship to its side, spinning out of the way of some larger debris in Endor’s atmosphere. “I’ve lost the rear engines and I’m under pursuit. Going down on Endor.” The ship jolted as you entered a storm lower in the atmosphere. “The data chip is stored in an advanced pilot droid, RX-795, who was programmed to depart Takodana for Coruscant at 0300 hours standard time.” You pulled hard back on the controls as the holo ended, slowing your descent enough to gain some control of the crash. “Computer, wipe ship memory log.”

The holo ended, leaving the council chambers in silence. “Qui-Gon Jinn bring,” Yoda ordered, eventually, turning to the council Knight. “Immediately.” The Knight obediently darted out of the chambers. “Is that wise?” Koon inquired, quietly, leaning close so only the Grand Master could hear him. “Jinn and (L/N) have a history.” “Here, history helpful may be,” Yoda answered, serenely, as the doors opened once again and Qui-Gon was led through, his padawan at his heels. “Masters,” he greeted them, with a low bow. “To what do I owe the honour?” “Holo play,” Yoda ordered, and your image flickered back into view.

“Fuck,” you groaned, loudly, trying to dislodge your leg from the ship splintered around you. You could hear the droning of an approaching engine above you, and you managed to pull free and dive for cover as they started firing again. The remains of your ship crumbled in on itself, devoured by the fire-reductive implosion response, as your pursuers landed nearby. You began to move away through the undergrowth. “Ah, a little Ewok,” one of your pursuers sneered, darkly. “Ewok jerky for dinner, Kluna?” You stopped in your movements, turning to see the Mandalorian holding up a small Ewok, a juvenile male, as it screamed. “Only if you can make it as well as Inita, Frin,” his companion answered. Sighing deeply, you crept back towards them, unlit lightsaber steady in your hand. “You’re really going to kill a baby?” you asked, stepping out of your cover. Frin grinned, darkly, still holding the struggling Ewok by the scruff of its neck. “Well, we’ll kill you first,” he offered. Kluna raised her blaster. “Wow, I appreciate the offer,” you snapped, lunging behind a tree as Kluna began firing on you. “But I’d rather neither of us were killed, you know?” Darting forward, you swiped your ‘saber through Kluna’s blaster, splitting it open and leaving the front half to fall to the ground. Growling, the Takodanan woman snatched a second blaster from her belt, and you weren’t fast enough to dodge the first shot, which skimmed along your cheek. You hissed in pain, but darted forward to thrust your blade through her stomach, sending her choking to the ground, black blood spilling from her mouth. You grimaced, but ducked as Frin fired at you, throwing the Ewok aside and letting it scamper away into the jungle. Batting away his fire, you moved forward, but he didn’t back away as you reached him, withdrawing a songsteel blade. You countered his first strike and parried, but he matched you blow for blow, even as you pushed him backwards until he was pressed against his ship. You didn’t notice the fighter droid in the back of the ship until a blaster shot rang through your ribs, knocking you away from the Mandalorian. Your opponent grinned, raising his songsteel blade, but was immediately knocked back by the baby Ewok, shrieking loudly. Almost instantly, the clearing was filled with adult Ewoks. Small, but fast and armed to the teeth. You lunged forward, burying your lightsaber in the Mandalorian’s abdomen, below where the Ewok infant clung to his neck, scratching and snarling. The effort splintered the light behind your eyes, and you dropped to your knees, blackness glinting around you. 

“Retrieval mission this is,” Yoda stated, calmly. Qui-Gon’s composure had not flinched, but they could all see he was impatient to leave. “And if they are not on Endor?” he asked, hands still carefully folded within his sleeves. “Report back,” Windu answered, evenly, looking his old friend in the eye. “Two of you are no match for the Black Sun.” “Which does raise the question why (L/N) was sent alone,” Qui-Gon pointed out, simply, before bowing once again. “We will report back as soon as we find anything. Good evening, Masters.” He turned on his tail and walked out, leaving Obi-Wan and the Council staring blankly after him, before the Padawan mumbled an apology, bowed, and followed his Master out. “You probably shouldn’t have said that.” They could hear Obi-Wan saying, as the doors closed. “And they probably shouldn’t have sent one Master, no matter how capable, against the Black Sun syndicate, Padawan,” came Qui-Gon’s reply, unerringly calm. “If I have not yet taught you that the Council cannot always be correct, then I have failed in my duties as your Master.”

You were alone when you woke in the clearing. The sun was setting, and our enemy’s ship was largely intact in the more complex areas, although much of the outer plating had been removed and damaged by the Ewoks. You couldn’t complain too much, given that they’d saved you, so you simply set to the tedious work. The snapping sound of rope nearby was immediately followed by a loud shout in clipped Coruscanti basic. You pulled yourself to your feet, careful not to clatter against the metal plates scattered around you, and moved silently through the forest towards the sound. “I thought Ewoks didn’t use technology,” a familiar voice complained. “To be fair, our records are based on Ewok evolution two centuries ago,” another answered, amusement barely hidden in his voice. “It appears they have advanced to their stone age.” “Brilliant.” Obi-Wan’s voice was bitter. “Can you let me down now?” Ewok chirruping piped up as he spoke, and you reached them in time to see the Ewoks encircling the two Jedi. “Woah, woah,” you stepped out from behind the trees, standing between the Jedi and the Ewoks. “We are friends. Saved your young one.” “You speak Ewokese?” Qui-Gon asked. “We’re about to be murdered by sentient teddy bears,” Obi-Wan lamented from above. “Jeerota?” one of the Ewoks repeated. Another one, who you recognised from the clearing, stepped forward and said something you didn’t understand. Immediately, Obi-Wan came rushing down as one of the others cut his rope. Qui-Gon caught him with the force, and as quickly as they had come, the Ewoks disappeared into the jungle again.

“And just what are my two favourite Jedi doing on Endor?” You helped Obi-Wan to his feet after Qui-Gon lowered him to the ground. “Looking for you,” Obi-Wan replied, dusting himself off. “You’re bleeding,” Qui-Gon commented as he examined you, eyes settling on the dark wound in your side. “I ran across a few complications,” you explained, trying for levity. “Saved an Ewok, got saved by an Ewok, got shot, crashed my ship, fun times.” “I’m sure.” Qui-Gon’s voice was dry as he offered you his arm. You took it, gratefully, leaning against him. “The ship isn’t far,” Obi-Wan promised, though you could feel the worry radiating off him. You tried to smile at him, but darkness was gathering behind your eyes again. Qui-Gon’s presence, as always, emanated warmth and peace, even as fear stirred in his blue eyes. “(Y/N), you need to stay awake.” His voice was gentle, but commanding, and you forced your eyes open, not protesting as he took the rest of your weight up into his arms. “Obi-Wan, get the ship running.” Obi-Wan nodded, and started off ahead, careful of nearby traps.

“Why did I ever become a fucking Jedi?” you mumbled, blinking away black spots in your vision. Qui-Gon chuckled, looking inquisitively down at you. “Somehow, I suspect you’d get yourself in equal amounts of trouble with or without the Council, (Y/N),” he pointed out, hastening his step. The ship came into view as you laughed, quietly. “Probably true.” He laid you gently on a cot in the ship, reaching for a medical kit. You grabbed his wrist when he turned back to you, and smiled up at him, blearily. “But without the Council I’d be allowed to be in love with you.” Your eyes widened as a sharp burst of pain shattered through your chest, knocking you awake. Tears trembled in your eyes as you managed to pull yourself into a sitting position, leaning forward to Qui-Gon. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” You pushed back away from him, folding in on yourself, ignoring the tugging of pain in your side, even as he spoke to soothe you. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have– I’m so sorry.” “Hey, hey!” He took your hands, breaking through your panic and forcing you to look up at him. “You need to stop moving and breathe, alright? You’re going to hurt yourself.” He carefully moved closer, helping you unfold yourself from the position you’d tangled yourself into and gently laying you back down. “Now, I’m going to try and stop this bleeding, and we’re going to get back to Coruscant. I need you to stay calm for me, okay? We can talk about this when you’re better.” You nodded, mutely, releasing his hands as he moved to tend your wound again. “Good, alright, now this is going to sting.”

Vague irritation flooded you as you woke, the even, repetitive beeping of a monitor beside you unsurprising but still brilliantly annoying. You quickly became aware of a warm hand pressed into yours – large and calloused, as yours was, by the years of wielding a lightsaber. His Force presence radiated Qui-Gon’s familiar calm, but you were aware of another voice as well. “The Council does not see the Living Force the way you do, Qui-Gon.” Windu’s tone was exasperated, but fond, a deep undercurrent of worry stirring beneath it. “I have known that for many years, old friend.” Qui-Gon always had been stubborn. “They will see a risk to the Dark Side,” Windu pointed out. “I would expect that opinion of me,” Qui-Gon answered, evenly. “But can you honestly tell me anyone would believe that of (Y/N)?” Mace was silent for a moment. “No one is above the Code, Qui-Gon,” he stated, eventually. “Darkness does not rule in either of you, but the Council has always ruled by the Code.” “I have known that for many years also.” You opened your eyes to see the wry smile he offered Mace. “And I have never approved. If this is the final straw for the Council, then I will leave this Order with pride.” “And (Y/N)?” Mace demanded, harshly. “You would drag them down with you?” “I would go willingly,” you interrupted, struggling to pull yourself into a sitting position. You smiled at Mace. “It’s been a while, old friend.” “Too long,” he answered, though there was sadness behind his smile. “I will leave you to recover.” He turned to the door, and paused. “Oh, and (Y/N)? Don’t ever let him forget that you are way out of his league.” The doors swished closed behind him.