Tag: anakin skywalker

a pile of obi-wan prompts for inktober? why yes, yes i will.

day one: accidental space pirate

this actually – works really well for an au that maybe i‘ll someday write where obi-wan stays on melida/daan, becomes head of state / a pirate who specializes in terrorizing slavers, makes lots of mando friends and frees shmi skywalker and her toddler from gardulla the hutt. because hey, why not. sometimes a family is a teenage ex-jedi, a disgruntled mand’alor in exile and two freebeings with a deep and abiding hatred of sand.

darth–nickels:

This is a fic I have wanted to write for over two years, and for some reason it just won’t coalesce for me? Whatever. 

CW era, Anakin is dosed with a Seperatist truth drug. You can imagine it causes problems. I’m leaving in my brackets and notes because fuck it! 

              Anakin
frowned. If this Seppie didn’t can it he’d lose count.

              “Pay
attention, Skywalker,” his interrogator hissed—what was he called? Flassk? That
couldn’t be right. “Or this could be terribly uncomfortable for you.”

Flange? Was that it? Now Anakin was
annoyed that he couldn’t remember. Obi-Wan kept track of all the targets,
Anakin just took them out.

And now he’d lost count. He may
never know if this Seppie interrogation room at more or less ceiling beams than
the last one.

“I’m not going to be here long
enough for that,” he said, easily.

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overthinkers-art:

Another Star Wars sketch!
As soon as my friend said “low light” for the next prompt my mind immediately sprang to those martial arts movies where they train against the setting sun.  And because I’m still drawing all things Obi-Wan, this happened.  With Obi-Wan being a practitioner of the Alchaka meditations (as written in the Wild Space novel), I figured it’s something he’d pass on to Anakin.
So here we have Anakin in the background, sort of spastic still, and Obi-Wan standing on one hand with the ease that comes with years of training.