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#Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith
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[Before departing for a mission]
Mace Windu: One moment, Obi-Wan. Ahsoka will accompany you on your mission.
Obi-Wan: Of course! The more the merrier!
Windu: And so will Anakin.
Obi-Wan: ...Up to a point.
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kiisselinaattori · 2 days
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junkfoodcinemas · 23 days
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DUNE: PART TWO (2024) dir. Denis Villeneuve STAR WARS: EPISODE III - REVENGE OF THE SITH (2005) dir. George Lucas
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weixuldo · 4 days
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the chosen ones: for your viewing pleasure
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been working on more realistic features while still keeping my animated style :) hope u enjoy
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starwarsconceptart · 5 months
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Concept art for Padme’s funeral on Naboo from Star Wars: Episode III - Revenge of the Sith by Iain McCaig
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giotanner · 11 months
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Obi-Wan Kenobi and Boga
As soon as I started drawing I thought about Master & Apprentice book: Obi-Wan 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘺𝘭𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 that immediately they're connected with him
Reblogs are very important for my art, thank you!!
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2dollargirlsblog · 5 months
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he's so pookie wookie patootie.
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hmione · 7 months
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Star Wars: Episode III - Revenge of the Sith dir. George Lucas | 2005
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Anakin Skywalker | Hayden Christiansen Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith
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rebeljyn · 1 year
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↳Obi-wan Kenobi's eyes in Revenge of the Sith
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Anakin, after briefing another one of his insane plans: Thoughts?
Ahsoka: And prayers. Holy shit.
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artist-issues · 7 months
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There’s that indescribable thing about watching the fight scene in Revenge of the Sith, where it feels so tense but so dramatically desperate. I don’t know how to describe it except I never got the feeling that the two characters were desperate to kill each other or even win the fight.
It always felt more like Obi Wan was fighting to stop Anakin from taking one more step into the Dark Side and Anakin was fighting Obi Wan to let out all the pent-up frustration he’s been feeling since he was a Padawan.
It’s more like two brothers who can’t figure out how to communicate, and everything’s come to a head, so they just start whaling on each other, as much out of confused love as it is resentment. I feel like I’m not putting it into words right, but there’s definitely something desperate in there that I can’t articulate, which no other movie scene does.
(I mean obviously at the end of the fight one of them is going to have to face killing the other, but that almost feels like…the pretense for the fight? not what each of them is truly fighting for?)
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saglovesu · 7 months
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Star Wars Villains and their obsession with Obi-Wan: The Kenobi Effect ™
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weixuldo · 2 months
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No Attachments pt 2
Jedi! Anakin x F/Dancer!Reader
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a/n: so idk y this story appealed so much to me, but I just wanted to write pining casue I haven't done that in a while... I hope you all enjoy the second part of this mini series :)
Slight NSFW
Anakin’s growing interest doesn’t go unnoticed
Warnings: cursing, anakin is a little bit of a perv, exhibitionism, voyurism, horny thoughts, cursing, fantasies, masturbation, cannon typical violence, mentions of sexual harassment
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The colorful lights of the club shone perfectly against your skin as you enchanted the audience- you made sure to dress up extra nice tonight though because your little jedi was in attendance. 
The duo had been coming in every few days for the past couple of weeks to monitor the areas, get new information, and to search for any dodgy characters.
Once you realized they would only be here on certain days, you decided to switch up your outfit cycle and routines; you said you wanted the younger of the two and you knew just how to get him. 
Today was a normal day- the pair walked in and greeted your manager and the other employees; of course the younger, whom you learned was named “Anakin”, came up to greet you with a nervous smile.
Even after meeting several times, he just couldn’t seem to get a hold of himself when you were in his vicinity. 
You noticed his lingering eyes as you weaved your way through the crowds each night, his sweaty palm when he shook your hand after a check-in (he noticed his perspiration and began offering his gloved hand instead).
The way he’d bashfully look away once you locked eyes with him- he was totally smitten. 
The times he chose to “check-in” also didn't go unnoticed; he always pulled you aside right after a performance or right after you switched outfits (he really just wanted an excuse to gaze upon you for just a moment longer). 
Little did you know that you were always on his mind- when he left the entertainment district and went back to the temple, no matter how hard he tried, you just simply would not leave his thoughts. Your perfect body haunted him as he would try to resist his natural urges. 
He was better than this and he knew it! So why couldn't he stop himself from imagining you, spread out on his bed at the temple in one of your little outfits, beckoning him with hooded eyes. 
“Anakin” you would call in a sultry tone, drawing him in. 
He’d ravage your body with hungry kisses and pull at the perfectly fit clothing stuck to your body.
How many nights had he stayed awake with the company of his own hand, just imagining you around him?
He’d watched every one of your shows- he had seen your hips, how flexible you were, how calculated you were… he needed you to himself.
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You finished your main dance for the night and had a few private sessions lined up for some very eager patrons. You didn’t mind doing the private dances, it brought in good money- but they could be… uncomfortable sometimes. 
The lace of your newest lingerie set brushed your thighs as you pulled it up; the first patron was a regular whom you really did not like- he was rude, touchy, and would often try to convince you to do things above your pay-grade…lovely way to start the night. 
The dim hallway was lined with what looked like velvet and rhinestones, an obvious reminder of what you were here to do. 
At the end of the hall were your assigned private booths, your patron was already waiting in there- you could feel the sleazy aura from behind the door. With a sigh you fixed a fake smile onto your face and strided for the door. 
You prepared to knock but you felt a demanding presence behind you
Anakin. 
Your perfectly painted lips curled into a smile and you gently nibbled on your lower lip before turning around. He stood a few feet from you, back straitened, arms crossed, and legs holding a domineering stance. 
“Well look who it is, what can I do you for? Oops! I mean do for you” you teased with a confident smirk. 
The jedi’s scarred eye twitched before he unfurled his arms and strode towards you, “need to do a check-in” he said bluntly before looking down at the floor (so cute). 
“I’ve got a dance I gotta do first- can it wait for a minu-”
“No, tell that pervert he can get another dancer to straddle his lap- you’re occupied” he stated; his demanding tone sent shivers up your spine. 
Funny he thought the people who pay to see you were creeps when he does the same things for free… just the other day you heard him stroking himself in the employee refresher; the fast plaps of his dick sliding through his strong hands, his concealed groans, and breathy pants… you heard it all- and you knew exactly why he felt the need to do that while he was on shift. Quite hypocritical of him. 
“Pervert, huh? Well I happen to need these pervs to come in and request dances so I can pay my bills” you said back to the man standing in front of you. 
He stepped forward and pulled out a small device from his utility belt and fiddled with the controls, you stood on your tippy toes to peek at what he was doing. Once he was done he turned the screen towards you and impatiently muttered, “there, now may we proceed with the check-in?” .
The small device showed your banking account and a slip for a transfer of 3500 credits- holy shit!
“Anakin, what?” you said in shock. 
“Now you don’t have to complain about losing money from that man” he said blankly before guiding you back to your dressing room. 
You knew the Jedi temple had a stash of funds, but that was just crazy! 3500 credits to skip one dance! 
As he guided you Anakin mulled over what to discuss with you in the room- he had just “checked in'' earlier today and both of you knew there wasn’t anything that went on in between then and now.
To be honest, he just didn’t want you going in there and dancing for someone… he didn’t like the idea of you doing that for anyone in private (unless it was him). 
Once you reached your room, you sat comfortably on your sofa and he took the seat adjacent to you. He was about to speak when a pile of your fabric began to move- Anakin’s senses heightened and he was ready to attack anything that came out. 
“Nechaska, my sweet girl! C'mere '' you smiled calling for your fluffy loth cat. 
She hurried to your side and hopped into your lap with a content purr. Anakin scoffed at the cat, a little embarrassed it startled him so much. 
“Nechaska?” he questioned, “you speak Huttese?”.
“Tagwa, um u jedai?” you responded with a smile.
“Tagwa mee'm tuta tatooine” he said, calling out his home planet. 
“Very nice- I like your accent” you smiled at his blushing face. 
“And I like your kitty” he smirked, pointing as Nachaska growled at the strange man in front of her, though both of you knew which kitty he was referring to. 
“You like my kitty? Wanna play with her” you flirted back with a laugh before coaxing the ball of fluff in your lap to back down. 
Yes I would, Anakin thought to himself before he strode closer and squatted down slowly so that he was eye height with the loth cat in your pretty lap. 
“Nene” you cooed, using her nickname, “It’s ok baby, he’s not gonna hurt you”. 
Anakin slowly extended his gloved hand but the cat swatted it away; she hissed once more before sinking her claws into his glove. Your eyes widened at her peculiar behavior before you pulled her away. 
“Nechaska! Bad girl- we don’t claw people! Are you alright Anakin?” you asked worriedly.
Anakin’s eyes were trained on your cleavage as your robe slid off your shoulder as you calmed your cat down and it didn’t help when you called his name so breathlessly (it made his dick stir). 
“Oh yea, i’m good” he said, snapping out of his trance. 
“She has really sharp claws, are you sure you’re ok?” you asked again. 
“Yea, don’t worry about it doll, can't feel it anyways” he laughed. 
“What do you mean?” you asked. 
He shrugged and began to take his glove off; you had never seen him without it. As it slid down his arm the fabric and skin was replaced by cool metal- a prosthetic! Did he lose it in battle-
“See, not a scratch- you don't have to worry about me” he said before reaching to pet your cat with his flesh hand, “She probably could tell it was metal- I’ve found that animals prefer the real thing” he smiled as she nuzzled her face against his large hand.
His large, strong, veiny hand. The tendons pulled as he maneuvered his fingers around Nene’s soft coat. His long fingers looked a little too appealing; wonder what would they feel like inside of-
“You’ve got a really nice pussy here” he said with a smirk, still looking at the cat (and not you). 
“Yea, she’s really sweet” you said before pulling her from his reach, “Now what did you need to talk to me about?” you said impatiently. 
He looked down with a smile and shook his head; he could tell you were jealous of the attention he was giving your pet- it was cute.
“Just wanted to ask if you had any more info or if you’d overheard anything lately?” he said as he took his normal seat on the velvety couch adjacent to your vanity. 
“Ani- what would I have heard? I’ve been on stage all night” you sighed; you didn't even realize you had shortened the Jedi’s name (it was a habit for you to give everyone nicknames, especially since you’d been in this business to long- people loved a good pet name). 
“What did you just call me?” the Jedi asked, placing his elbows firmly on his knees and leaning forward. 
He seemed displeased; you inhaled sharply. 
“Sorry, ‘ts a habit- I just shortened names a lot, I didn’t mean to offend you” you sputtered out as you subconsciously held Nene closer to your chest; her purrs against your chest gave you comfort. 
What you didn’t know was Anakin had to slide forward because his dick perked up at the name; he called you into this meeting so he couldn’t just leave now- but he also didn’t want you seeing his obvious hard-on.
…Especially just from his name. 
“It’s alright-” he said deeply. 
“I won’t call you that again, My apol-”
“No!” he half shouted, half pleaded; he cleared his throat and shook his head, “no, you’re good, sweetheart”. 
Sweetheart…
You almost had to suppress a moan as you clenched your thighs together. Anakin observed you and tried to analyze what was going through your mind- was the name too much?
Sure you were a flirty person but he could never tell if you actually meant it or if it was just your work persona. Either way, sometimes he just had to take a risk. 
“Well then, Ani… What other knowledge can I offer you?” you batted your lashes finally gaining your footing again. 
Before he could answer there was a familiar knock on your door, “Hey Z! C’mon in” you said standing. 
Your boss walked in somberly with Obi-Wan and another dancer, “Excuse the interruption my dear, but a new development has just arisen in the case”.
“Anakin, we need to talk to this young woman, now” the bearded man beckoned. 
“Would you be ok to do another dance tonight? Since Rini needs to be spoken to…” Z asked anxiously, his pale blue hands wringing around his robes. 
“Of course, Z” you said as the jedi and your coworker left the room. 
“What’s going on?” you asked worriedly once the door was closed. 
The tall twi’lek shook his head and you ran to his side as he buried his face in his hands. 
“Tarkir was found in the back alley, disarmed and severely injured” he explained and you allowed your Nene to sit in his lap. 
Takir was a Togruta who was a few years older than you who worked as head of security at the club. You and him didn’ talk much but there was a general sense of comradery among the club’s employees.
But you did know that he and Z had been together since you had worked at the establishment (which was years…). 
“Maker?! Where is he now? Is he going to be alright?” you asked, placing a comforting hand on Z’s back. 
“He’s been taken to a med center but I’m not sure if he’ll pull through…” Z sniffled.
“I'm so sorry Z- Is there anything I can do?” 
He shook his head, “No, but thank you dear… But Rini-”
“What about Rini?”
His fingers ran through your cat’s fur as he calmed himself (you’d never seen him so vulnerable). 
“She- She has been involved with the crimes… and the patron- Nevermind, I’m sure the Jedi will fill you in” he wiped at the tears forming in his eyes. 
“No- I need to know that you’ll be ok, I don’t want to leave you like this Z” you said as you placed your hands on his shoulders. 
He shook his head, “I’m fine- What would help me the most is if you would perform Rini’s number since she’s probably going to be arrested in a few hours” he attempted to joke and you nodded. 
“Alright” 
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That night was the last time you saw the jedi pair; with the case solved, there was no reason for them to stick around.
The whole club had kinda gotten used to seeing them; honestly kind of a shame they wouldn’t be around anymore. 
Months went by and people moved on, but you couldn't remove Anakin from your mind- you really did start to like him… But it was relieving to know the immediate danger was gone. 
You still weren't really sure what actually occurred, but you did know that Rini was taken to the jedi temple and promptly replaced. Z hired a new head of security and spent more time at home caring for his lover and less time at the club. 
Things had definitely changed- for the first time in years you were not enjoying your work anymore. You couldn’t quite put your finger on why but you had begun searching for other jobs.
Sure the crimes had been absolved but something about the place just felt unsafe- especially since Z wasn’t there to manage it full time anymore. 
Tonight was the same as always, you got ready, warmed up, and headed backstage to wait for your cues. Recently your dancing had been lackluster- of course the patrons still enjoyed the show, but your heart just wasn't in it anymore. 
The presenter announced your oh-so familiar stage name and you strutted onstage. The LED lights of the club flashed as your song began. Without much effort you strutted down the stage to the silver pole and completed a full carousel swivel before landing in a split. The crowd cheered as you maneuvered your legs into a new position.
There were more patrons than usual tonight; was there a holiday you weren’t aware of? You scanned the crowd to get a feel of what kind of people you would be entertaining here tonight- they seemed kind of rowdy.
You almost missed your next move when your eyes landed on a familiar face; those piercing blue eyes, that scar- Anakin.
As you continued your performance, he watched intently, eyes never leaving your form. He really wasn’t supposed to be here but it had been too long since he saw you. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t remove your enchantment from his mind. 
Night after night, he dreamed only of you; some nights he woke to stained boxer shorts, others, he had to rut his hips into his mattress to suppress his desire. 
Finally, today he was able to slip away from the temple to take some much needed personal time; Obi-Wan had asked him what his plan was and he explained he needed to go into the city to look at new parts for his arm.
Obviously that was a lie, because Anakin had just repaired it about a week ago, but Anakin had a feeling Obi-Wan already knew what he was doing. 
He donned civilian clothes and headed into the heart of the bustling city, ready to see you again. 
And here you were, dancing across the stage- how he missed the colored lights across your soft skin; he needed to speak with you. Your song finished and he practically ran to the teller to set up a private meeting. 
Forcefully he slammed his credits down on the counter and spoke, “I want to request room 3 with the last dancer that was on”.
“Oh, she is our highest rated dancer, her fees are very-” the woman said cautiously. 
“I’m aware, I’ll pay whatever I need to have an audience with her” Anakin spoke formally, making a few patrons laugh at his vernacular. 
“Alright” the woman replied skeptically, preparing to jot his name down. 
“Tell her it's Anakin,” he said before the woman handed him the shiny golden key to the room at the end of the hall. 
He entered the familiar room and sat with a nervous sigh- he was finally going to ask what he had been wanting to for months. 
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You let your hair down from the tight updo it was in as someone knocked on your door. 
“Come in!” you said with a sigh; you really just wanted this night to be over. 
The desk attendant walked in with a notepad and started reading off the private dances you had scheduled tonight. 
“- Anakin” 
You stopped what you were doing and turned towards her. 
“Anakin?” you confirmed. 
“Yes, he's a taller guy with a scar over his-” she began.
“Clear my schedule for the rest of the night- I’m only seeing him” you said as you hastily searched for your best outfit (an elegant dress that wasn't too revealing). 
“B-but y/n, what about the other-”
“Tell them I have been fully booked or tell them that my availability has changed, ‘t doesn't really matter to me” you said, touching up your lipgloss. 
She nodded before heading for the door, “He’s in room 3”. 
Room 3… you took a deep breath as you made your way down the velvety hallway.
Everything's gonna be fine- just be confident as always.
With a tremor in your hand you reached for the door.
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a/n: soo yea sorry abt all of the new characters but i wanted to make this story realistic lolll- idk y but perv ani has been on my mind 😩
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casian · 2 years
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Ewan McGregor as Obi-Wan Kenobi  
Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith (2005) dir. George Lucas
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