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jacen-solos · 2 years
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HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN as Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader in Obi-Wan Kenobi (2022)
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rebel-ahsoka · 11 months
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STAR WARS REBELS 2.22, Twilight of the Apprentice
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the-boy-king-rp-multi · 2 months
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Mortis.
The only place in the entire galaxy so powerful in the force- Being the only physical manifestation of it. So many powerful memories here.. And yet.
It felt bittersweet to be back there, the place his fate was sealed over two decades ago. He'd barely escaped the death scare, clinging to life with his most trusted medical personnel, where he fled to mortis- Forcing them to murder each other until he had every cybernetic organ replaced with one's from his slaughtered personnel, where he proceeded to murder the last one out of mercy.
That was four years ago.
He had spent four years in isolation on a planet few knew existed- One of whom he was sure was dead.. Or so he thought. For the past several years he had slowly used the force to heal his body, here, where it was strongest.. He couldn't help but think he should've selflessly chosen to stay all those years ago, in the midst of the clone wars.
Maybe it wouldn't have come to this. Maybe the galaxy would've been spared from his rule with an iron fist.
The years had been spent not in complete isolation- With the off and on presence of the force ghost of one should-have-been master Qui-Gon Jinn, helping him guide him back to the lights embrace entirely, through his healing. It had been a long and frustrating road filled with guilt and agony. Some days he went off world, to get supplies, upgraded parts to make his prosthetics more bearable, hiding his face beneath a dark cloak.
He was back on mortis now, soft curls falling around his pale face, skin not quite back to its sun-kissed glory after decades of being beneath a full body suit, despite the time he spent innthe sunny forests and fields. He was sat in the soft grass, biting his tongue in concentration as he worked on tinkering with the prosthetics of one of his arms- Not even noticing the sound of a ship in the distance. He felt a familiar disturnance in the force, but.. no. He'd watched him die.. he killed him. Obi-Wan Kenobi was dead.
Oh, how he was about to discover how wrong he was.
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isabelpsaroslunnen · 9 months
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I'm thinking about her, my beloved:
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This film <3
Andromeda went to sleep to "The Imperial March" and I was consumed once more with thinking about how incredibly good it and its originating film are. Love of my life!!
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coredrill · 1 year
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oh and that reminds me. darth vader 🤝 schwarz bruder
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sotarugojo · 2 years
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@fantasysociety event 04 | colors
darth vader -> black, white, and red
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illisius · 2 years
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OBI—WAN KENOBI and ANAKIN SKYWALKER in KENOBI.
if i didn't know better, i'd think you were still around — Taylor Swift, marjorie 
“anakin was still alive in obi―wan’s mind. he’d take anything. any mood. any defiance. or scowl. just to see him again.” star wars: the last one standing by jude watson.
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andorkenobi · 2 years
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so-called intelligent design
without you i would die
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caracarnn-archive · 1 year
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@tothedevilsshow​
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Sometimes when he slept Rand found himself somewhere else, another sort of world that seemed affected and yet also untouched by the real world. Maybe it was Tel'aran'rhiod or maybe it was something else, a memory that belonged to Lews Therin. But he recognized parts of it, things he shouldn’t have recognized. Things that rang with resemblance to the knowing parts of his mind that he would much rather forget. They didn’t belong to him. They belonged only to the past and that past slowly made him feel almost as though he were losing a grip on his own mind. There were other feelings here however. Ones that pounded and sang. Ones that made him feel comfortable, familiar even. Maybe that should make him make him question his own mind even more.
Running his hand down the surface of the heavy wood table he let out a slow breath as he looked around. Usually in these waking dreams he found things that were familiar, things that made sense. But here he didn’t see a single thing that was familiar to either himself or to Lews Therin. This was somewhere he had never been, this was a place that belonged to maybe even another time. He choked down on the anxiousness that threaded through him, something choking inside of him that told him that he might not be safe. He didn’t seize Saidin, he refused to. 
“Is someone here?” He called out, his voice seeming to ring and echo off the heavy white walls. Everything here unfamiliar and even cold and that touched him somewhere bitterly. He hated the closed in feeling, the not knowing what he was going to face once, or if, someone were to come around. He should simply wake himself up but his body remained sleeping back in the Field of Merrilor and it felt like he needed the sleep.
He stopped where he was walking when he noted that someone was indeed sitting there with him. A man. He was dressed unlike the men that he knew and there was something that should have been familiar about his face, something that should have clicked somewhere at the back of his mind. He rounded the corner and stood near to the chair that the man was sitting in. “Who are you?” He demanded again and something fluttered at the back of his mind. Someone like him. Someone else that was like him. Another Dragon? Why was the first thought?
“Is this your dream....or mine?”
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hanasnx · 6 months
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honey.
MINORS DNI 18+ NOTES: inspired by @justadmiringanakin bcos i read some of her ceo!anakin thing and i’m so excited for it to be posted. so this is dedicated to her. WARNINGS: dilf!anakin | sexual content | kinks: daddy, size | position: cowgirl | age gap
“that’s it, baby, that’s it,” soft praises echo in your ear as you sink down onto DILF!ANAKIN SKYWALKER's length. “you feelin’ it? you feelin’ okay?”
you sniff, twisting your face in the most adorable way. too pitiful to resist, he leans into you, trailing sweet lingering kisses onto your heated cheek and temple.
“can you speak? can you do that for me, baby?” he keeps his voice barely above a whisper, like you’re exchanging secrets. large hands handle the fat of your thighs, stroking soothingly with his thumbs. he’s warm, and impossibly deep.
to let him know you’re alright, you nod, and feel his lips pass over your closed eyelids. your fists tangled in the collar of his shirt begin to tremble as you flex your legs, raising yourself.
“take it easy. don’t hurt yourself.” he says, even while his palm slide to your ass, instinctively drawing you closer into his chest.
“i can do it.” you plea, “please, ani, please. need it so bad.”
lovingly, he tilts his head, a wistful smile stretching his lips. “makes me feel young when you call me that.” his honeyed countenance remains only until you lift yourself, so tight wrapped around him it furrows his brows and sharply inhale. “fuck…”
“need— you,” you choke out, opening your eyes to meet his lust-blown gaze.
“‘m right here, angel. right here,” he assures you, one hand wedging between the two of you to thumb at your sensitive bud, it helps but doesn’t solve everything. “can feel you drying up, you’re going too fast.”
“if i can just…” you whine, his warnings going unheeded as you invite yourself onto him, letting your weight lower yourself. but he’s quick to catch you. his grip on your flesh aches, chastising you for biting off more than you can chew.
“what’d i say?” you’re feeling the stretch. the sting. it’s almost enough to get you wet enough for him. almost. “you told me you could handle it.”
“‘m sorry!” you cry out. “ani, i’m so horny it hurts.”
he hushes you, easing your worries by releasing your skin and coming up to stroke the top of your head. gently, he directs it to him, resting your cheek on his shoulder so he can tuck you under his. that big hand threads through your hair, sending tingles down your spine from the contact. his thumb continues to rub circles into your swollen clit.
ever so slowly, he flexes his abdomen as he ruts up into you. you can feel it against you, rigid and hard. the position is comfortable, and safe to relax in. your pussy grateful for the release of tension, loosening with each loving thrust into you. “there, is that better?”
you nod and make a noise of confirmation. when he decides you’re ready, he starts helping you to move too. he pokes around until he finds an angle inside that causes arousal to dampen your conjoined sexes.
“kids. still don’t know patience.”
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jacen-solos · 2 years
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Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of The Sith / / Obi-Wan Kenobi Episode III
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rebel-ahsoka · 1 year
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Do you feel that?  The cold.
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the-boy-king-rp-multi · 8 months
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"Will you be quiet now?" - Obi to Anakin
They'd been stranded on this planet for days.
It was supposed to be a simple extraction mission- Looking for a very rare plant, the last of it's kind- Very important, and bring it back to Coruscant. Only, they'd been attacked by separatist ships before they'd even landed, and now they were stranded on a planet, devoid of all intelligent human life- No communications, anything they tried to pick up was out of range of their ship, which was completely destroyed from the crash landing. Good enough to sleep and eat in, of course, but.. Not much else.
After a few days, he was growing irritable and antsy. He didn't want to bother Obiwan by asking him to spare, so here he was, pacing irritably and in a sour mood. Usually he'd "spar" with Rex for a few hours and he'd calm down, but kriff- He could never ask Obiwan for that. He was his master, it was.. inappropriate.
God, he'd had those feelings since he came into puberty a few years ago, and their training sessions since had been all but torture. Often disappearing afterwards to get "cleaned up", telling obiwan he needed a nap after, when.. he was doing anything but. He'd been smitten with obiwan since they met on Tattoine all those years ago, and he had hoped he'd grow out of it, especially when he met padme again- But it didn't.
So when obiwan suddenly grabbed him and kissed him to stop his anxious pacing? Everything else in his mind shut down, feeling the warmth rush to his freckled, sun-kissed cheeks, soft brunette curls framing his steadily reddening face. Oh. The very last thing he ever expected was for Obiwan Kenobi to kiss him outside of his own fantasies, so he just.. panicked, and froze, turning as red as a tomato. @wayfaringstrangxr
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clonehub · 3 months
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I wish we could have gotten more Jedi that don't like each other or don't trust each other not because of ideological differences but because they just found them annoying. Like what about a Jedi who just hates Anakin. They don't even know about the explosive anger issues and the Problems they just think his personality is grating.
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mmelolabelle · 8 months
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Anakin Skywalker, almost 30 years late, rocking up with a starbucks and a point to prove, “You are going to finish your training and then I am going to finally be a master, even if it kills us.”
“…you’re already dead.”
“Sounds like a ‘you’ problem Snips 🤷🏻‍♀️”
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lunalitva · 12 days
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Lorenzo Di Lamberti is the type to pull out just so he can paint your tits and face with his cum...
Then he'd thrust back in and continue fucking you.
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Sorry it had to be said.
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