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#this is EVERYTHING!!! #obikin #fanart

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I’ve been mixing my famous bantha milk cocktail in a travel tumbler all these years. I FINALLY treated myself to a true cantina drink shaker!

I was looking forward to making bantha milk with already-blue milk, but apparently trumoo isn’t sold around here 😩 Oh well. We press on!

#I am saddened #as a blue milk and bantha enthusiast #I needed access to that special beverage #sigh

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Woke up to Owen Lars thoughts. Specifically re: C-3PO.

Our guy Owen has avoided owning a droid for 20+ years because they remind him of Shmi. He’s had to deal with the Jawas the whole time and knows it would go a hell of a lot better with a translator, but every time he thinks about getting a protocol droid he thinks about Shmi. About how she doted on that insufferably annoying droid because it was her last connection to her son. And he decides he can go another year relying on gestures and paying more than the parts he’s getting are worth.

But now he only has Luke’s help for one more harvest and he’s not getting any younger - his joints ache more and more with each sandstorm - and he decides it’s time to face his ghosts. He can’t avoid reminders of the past forever. He sends Luke for some droids.

And the boy comes back with C3P0

The droid doesn’t look the same - he’s been treated to some upgrades over the years and some fancy gold plating they couldn’t have afforded to give him - but he gives his designation and it’s not just a similar robotic voice dragging up memories that both haunt Owen and remind him of better times. But it’s him, without a doubt. C-3PO human cyborg relations. Shmi’s most prized possession. Returned back to her home and final resting place, back to the last piece of her son.

To Luke.

And when the stormtroopers break down the door and pour in, he has a moment of pure relief that Luke isn’t home. That this time it won’t be a Skywalker’s body found broken in the desert.

He should have known. An R2 unit had rolled up and interrupted Shmi’s humble funeral and Anakin had swept away to whatever dangers waited for him in the stars. He’d brought the two droids with him and the Lars were left to mourn and heal and carry on under the harsh suns. They looked after themselves and weathered the heat and the sand like everything else that was born, and fated to die, in the desert.

But not Luke. Luke wasn’t born on Tatooine, even though the boy has the desert in his blood. Owen sees the same relief written in Beru’s eyes as he takes her hand. Luke isn’t going to die here.

He has the stars in his blood too.

Owen just hopes the boy will meet a better end than his father. That his story won’t end so soon.

#gorgeous

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Baby girl

#obikin #fanart #devastatingly sweet

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I often forget that not everyone reads gay fanfiction

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This was my (perfectly square) computer monitor desktop background from June 2005– …I don’t even remember how long. Still soothes my soul 🖤

this production still of hayden on the set of bail organa's ship really belongs to an AU where anakin did not fall to the dark side and left coruscant with padmé during order 66, meeting up with obi-wan and yoda on bail's ship after the other jedi have fallen

#and during that time #on that same computer #there WAS an AU being written #similar to what is described #co-written by me and my sis #I didn’t know what we were doing #but I didn’t know fanfic existed #even though I was writing it

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New comm for Chapter 26! SWEET ANGST! Check out artist Whiskerwhisp here or here, connoisseur of mesmerizingly dramatic and emotional works of art 🖤

Nate dreamed up the pose, background, and even Anakin’s adorable attire. Look at the logo! 😍 Anakin is gorgeous with his pouty look of, ‘I want to hold you, but I’m scared to touch you.’ 😩 But despite the distance, Obi-Wan is still soothed. And his hair! Ah! I had not yet gotten an illustration for the Obi makeover era 🥰 They look PERFECT…. Well, as perfect as one can look after returning from a rough mission on Zygerria 😬 The angst is (beautifully) strong, but the moonlight brings peace, and the very special trinkets on the dresser are giving me life… I am SO glad that dresser was incorporated in the background; meant to be ♥️ One of my most cherished comms for sure. Thanks, Nate!

#obikin #fanart #whiskerwhisp #streets of gold #chapter 26 #fanfic

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There is a Boy

There is a boy, he is the sun.

Warm. Nurturing. Radiant. He’s  hemorrhaging light from every inch of his body. Flowers bloom where he walks. He has become a necessity, bleeding warmth in your soul. He is going to ruin you for all the other boys and it’s going to kill you when he goes.

There is a boy. He is a wildfire. 

Destructive. Annihilating. Obliterating. Burning down empires, leaving swaths of destruction in his wake. Dangerous. Playful. His kisses are like him merciless and purifying. Putting him out is going to leave burn marks on your heart and you’ll be left picking yourself up from the ashes.

There is a boy. He is a nebula. 

He is radiation. . Cleansing. Poisonous. Pure.  He is pink. And green and blue and every other color in existence. He is creation itself. An act of power. A show of unfathomable strength. Killing him would be like killing a god, leaving you bereft. Cursed to walk the earth alone forever.

There is a boy. He is a supernova

Dangerous. Beautiful. Volatile. Bright. He is a star on the verge of collapse and when he dies he’s going to take everything with him. And you’ll be standing there, at the edge of the raging inferno he is waiting to be consumed, inch by inch. He’ll drag you both into an eternal black hole of misery.

There is boy. And then there’s you.

A binary star system. Forever orbiting each other. A snake eating it’s own tail. Infinite. Unchanging. A law of the universe. And you won’t leave  because you love him too much and separating from him would be separating salt from the ocean. You entered this void together and that’s how you’ll leave. 

There is a boy and you love him and that's a death sentence, you know that.

But you're not going to stop because you know, loving him will be the only thing you ever want to do.

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obikin tangled!au

#awwww #obikin #fanart

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Girl dinner 😋

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20 Emotional Wounds in Fiction That Make Readers Root for the Character

Abandonment: Characters who have been abandoned by loved ones or caregivers can evoke sympathy from readers.

Betrayal: Being betrayed by someone close can create deep emotional wounds that make readers empathize with the character.

Loss of a Loved One: Whether through death or separation, the loss of a loved one can be a powerful emotional wound.

Rejection: Characters who experience rejection, whether in relationships or by society, can be relatable and evoke empathy.

Abuse: Physical, emotional, or psychological abuse can create complex wounds that shape a character's personality and behavior.

Neglect: Characters who have been neglected, especially in childhood, can evoke sympathy from readers.

Failure: Experiencing a significant failure or loss can create emotional wounds that make characters more relatable.

Guilt: Characters who carry guilt for past actions or decisions can be compelling and evoke empathy from readers.

Shame: Feelings of shame can create internal conflict and make characters more relatable and sympathetic.

Injustice: Characters who have experienced injustice or unfair treatment can evoke strong emotions from readers.

Trauma: Characters who have experienced traumatic events, such as war or natural disasters, can be sympathetic and relatable.

Loneliness: Characters who feel lonely or isolated can evoke empathy from readers who have experienced similar feelings.

Fear: Characters who face their fears or struggle with phobias can be relatable and evoke empathy from readers.

Self-doubt: Characters who struggle with self-doubt or low self-esteem can be relatable and evoke sympathy.

Identity Crisis: Characters who are grappling with questions of identity or struggling to find their place in the world can be sympathetic.

Addiction: Characters who struggle with addiction can be complex and evoke empathy from readers.

Betrayal of Trust: Characters who have had their trust betrayed can be sympathetic and relatable.

Unrequited Love: Characters who experience unrequited love can be sympathetic and evoke empathy from readers.

Isolation: Characters who feel isolated or disconnected from others can be relatable and evoke sympathy.

Fear of Failure: Characters who struggle with a fear of failure can be relatable and evoke empathy from readers.

#the things we put them through #and it’s so self-serving #😈 #1 3 4 5 8 9 11 12 14

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Don't mind me, I'm just having thoughts about OWK and wondering what would've happened if Obi-Wan hadn't lit his lightsaber...

With a half dozen steps between them, Vader stops. He pulls back his shoulders, straightening his spine, relishing in the fact that he was much taller now.

“Have you come to destroy me, Obi-Wan?”

His old Master unclips the lightsaber from his belt and studies him, eyes unblinking as they scan him head to toe and back up to the expressionless black mask.

He doesn’t wait for a response. Vader ignites his meticulously constructed lightsaber, the red blade casting a crimson glow on them.

Ripples of anger, seething with the need for revenge, swirl around Vader. Then, he feels a familiar touch, a gentle poke at the scab where their bond used to be. It’s tentative. Questioning. A hint of disbelief.

Is it really you?

“Does that suit keep you warm?”

There isn’t in any malice. It’s not a taunt. He isn’t ridiculing the chamber that serves as Vader’s life support.

The violence swirling in the Force comes to a stand still.

“What?” Vader barks.

“You always found space to be too cold,” Obi-Wan says gently, a wistful expression on his aged features.

His voice is full of genuine concern and it washes over Vader, wrapping around him like the warmth of his Master’s Jedi robe whenever he shivered as they traveled through hyperspace.

“What are you doing?” Vader demands and points his blade at Obi-Wan. “Is this a game to you?”

But he’s unable to stop the way his heart stirs at the memory of Obi-Wan’s hands arranging the robe over his shoulders. Fixing the collar so that it fit snugly around Anakin’s neck to keep out the cool draft. Smiling at him fondly as his eyes crinkled at the corners.

Those same eyes stared back at him now, brimming with unshed tears.

“Anakin,” he breathes, broken and hurt. Guilt rolling off him. “I’m sorry, Anakin. For all of it.”

With bitter resentment, Vader realizes how that voice still has a grip around his heart. He’s lost count of how many times he’s had to stop himself from allowing these types of feelings from invading his consciousness. Overwhelmed with sentimentality and yearning for a happiness that was in the past and forever out of reach, he’d respond to those thoughts with rage and anger, letting it fester, and allowed it fuel his hate.

Vader tries to summon that rage now, but his breath shakes with his lack of conviction. He reaches again, and the hate slips away from him.

“Your beard is unkempt,” Vader says.

A tear rolls down Obi-Wan’s face.

The last time Anakin saw him cry was on the first year anniversary after Qui-Gon’s death. His Master was sitting in his meditation pose on the floor, bathed in the sunlight that poured into their shared quarters. In his hands, Obi-Wan cradled his river stone, unaware that Anakin was behind him watching and listening silently while his Master humbly asked for strength. For clarity. For assurance that he was worthy of the responsibility to train Anakin. When Obi-Wan had finally turned and saw his Padawan, he’d swiped at his eyes with the back of his hand and smiled before suggesting that they get pancakes at Dex’s.

“Look at you. Do you wear socks?,” Obi-Wan retorts. “I bet if you do, you’re still leaving them balled up on the floor, waiting for someone to pick up after you.”

At that—at the sheer audacity and gall that only Obi-Wan was capable of—Vader chuckles and it comes out a like wheeze. The sound is foreign. When was the last time he laughed?

“You’re pathetic, old man.” There’s a bite to his tone, but he extinguishes his Sith blade and watches as Obi-Wan clips his own lightsaber onto his belt.

Something tugs at Anakin, at his heart, at the tattered remnants of their bond. It pulls at him, beckoning him to surrender to the comfort and safety of a long-lost brown robe.

It’s a trick, he thinks. A distraction. A trap.

“You’re one to talk,” Obi-Wan scoffs with a sniffle.

They stand in silence as their Force signatures wrap around each other, golden waves twining and hugging.

Finally, Anakin lets go. His sob is a distorted, staticky grunt.

“Where will we go?” he asks.

“I haven’t the slightest clue,” Obi-Wan confesses and extends his hand.

With a gasp, Anakin reaches for it and clings to the hope blooming in his chest for the first time in a decade.

#not #okay #I am also obsessed with ‘fixing’ this scene #beautifully done #obikin

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🩵Photo Session 13🩵

Baby Bantha Rides!

Anakin will brave the sand for this lil guy 😍 That “bantha biscuit” is a repurposed dinner roll from my Thanksgiving display 😂

This display is for the May the 4th holiday season 💫 And it is dedicated to my dear friend, @journey-to-batuu who recently asked if I had a bantha I could incorporate into one of my displays. Why didn’t I think of that!? It’s not to scale, but we made it work! 🩵

Photo Session 1

Photo Session 2

Photo Session 3 Photo Session 3 Part 2

Photo Session 4

Photo Session 5 Photo Session 5 Part 2

Photo Session 6 Photo Session 6 Part 2

Photo Session 7 Photo Session 7 Part 2

Photo Session 8

Photo Session 9 Photo Session 9 Part 2

Photo Session 10

Photo Session 11

Photo Session 12

#obikin #photo session 13 #baby bantha rides

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Something that the book makes so much more obvious than the movie is Anakin's mental/physical state throughout the story. Like yes, he's scared out of his mind of losing Padme, but also he's never sure when he last ate or drank (and then it's Palpatine offering him water, naturally) and is so freaking sleep-deprived a human would be having hallucinations. I've had quite a bit of experience with insomnia/nightmares and I speak from experience when I say that brushing your teeth becomes a herculean task when you've been up since 3 a.m. and it's 7 p.m. Your friend asking if you can lend them a pencil feels like an egregious imposition. The world is out to get you. Everything sucks. Food starts to all taste the same. You ache but nothing actually hurts, you want to cry because your shirt is blue, the urge to smash all the plates in the cupboard is overwhelming. There is a REASON sleep deprivation is the first step in torture and brainwashing. Add to this the mistrust of the people who raised him, the threat of his wife's death, and all the pressures of war...geez, Anakin never stood a chance against Palpatine.

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Angsty Sentence Starters #3

"Please, speak to me."

"I never wanted this."

"What else is there to do?"

"I am just so tired."

"You can't leave me alone."

"I don't know what that means!"

"Sorry, but I don't think I can do this any longer."

"Do you want me to fear you?"

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"I'm so sorry for anything I've done to you."

"This is nothing I ever wanted to happen."

"Can you please listen to me?"

"I am no longer accepting this."

"The uncertainty is killing me."

"Don't just walk away from me."

"It was never about winning."

"Tell me what I can do to make you stay."

"You are scaring me."

"Don't be afraid. It will be over soon."

"I can't save you if you don't want to be saved."

More: Angsty Masterpost

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