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DinCobb union suit edition 😄

Din’s inspired by “Can you give us your sexiest look?” (see: Pedro Pascal Takes a Lie Detector Test | Vanity Fair )

Darth Vader | illustrated by Randy Martinez & Rick Burchett I’M NOT FINE I’M CRYING ABOUT SHMI CARRYING BABY ANI AT THE BEGINNING OF HIS LIFE AND ANAKIN CARRYING HIS MOTHER AT THE END OF HERS.

Source: http://www.zerochan.net/1238747

Here have some obikin angst based on this art

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Anakin stares down at the man in front of him.

He stares, and tries to believe the words he just heard.

I love you.

There was more to it, he remembers, more silvered and perfectly crafted things forged on the Negotiator’s expert tongue, but only three are important. Only three matter.

I love you.

Does he? Is Obi-Wan Kenobi capable of such human things as love? As compassion? Has he ever truly felt an emotion the way Anakin feels them? Has he ever burned from within, every thought in his head too loud and trying to escape? Has he ever felt anything so all-consumingly that there is no room for anything else in his head?

I love you.

He had looked so sincere. For a moment, a fraction of a second, Anakin though he might have seen vulnerability in the great General Kenobi’s crystal blue eyes. Are they blue? Grey? Green? They seem to change on a whim depending on the angle, much like his feelings and words do depending on what he stands to gain.

I love you.

Does he? Or will he take it back when it is convenient for him? Is it just pretend, some cruel joke to manipulate Anakin like his false death had.

I love you.

“I don’t believe you.” Anakin finds himself whispering, heartbroken by the truth in his statement. He wants nothing more than to believe, to have Obi-Wan to himself. To have the man who has been everything to him belong to him in the same way he has belonged to Obi-Wan. “I don’t believe you love me.”

That careful facade cracks, and once again Anakin sees the pain, the vulnerability underneath all Obi-Wan’s durasteel shields. He never lets anyone in, no one but Anakin, and even he has never seen all the way.

“I do,” Obi-Wan insists, his words heavy with feeling. He drops to his knees in front of the younger Jedi, letting his eyes show what he can’t put into words. “More than anything.”

And Anakin wants to believe him. He does. But he can’t.

“… prove it to me.” A hand of metal fish’s in the front of Obi-Wan’s cloak, holding him closer, still on his knees. Anakin’s eyes search the older man’s face for a lie, a hesitation… and almost breathes a sigh of relief when he sees no deception. “Show me, Master.”

And Obi-Wan does.

Leia Organa by venamis

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Art For @shadowsong26x ‘s fic Under this shattered sky for @swbigbang . Please go check them out! The story is really good.

Really enjoyed working on them and trying out new techniques that blend traditional and digital. Might do more of that in the future.

put him on his back and find the soft bits 😚

vacation

These days I obsessed with Krennic……….. SERIOUSLY.

What if they hugged!

A while back I wanted to do a drawing of a confrontation between Obi-Wan and Owen. We know Owen hated Obi lol and blamed him for lots of things that were not his fault, but Obi-Wan is much too humble to actually defend himself. I kind of hope we get a scene like this in the Kenobi series. Maybe Owen chews out/threatens Obi for something that’s not his fault and is proven wrong later. Obi deserves a win for all the crap Owen gave him !!!

May the fourth be with you

Sea Otters.