#ndekvart2k

[lepidopoda]

a very sithy obi-wan for @ndekvart ‘s very cool 2k dtiys challenge !

[ndekvart]

pov: you just met your ☠️ (unless you join him ofc)

[DRAW THIS IN YOUR STYLE! Rules under the cut!]

To celebrate me reaching 2k on insta and 1k on tumblr (words cannot describe how grateful I am guysss thank you so much 😭) I’m hosting my next DTIYS and this time (due to high demand) it’s my hot and evil sith emperor!Obi-Wan AU 😈

RULES:

— Draw my sith emperor!Obi-Wan design in your own style! Reference sheet is HERE 😇

Be free to play with it! You may choose any pose you want/add detailed background/add other characters(even OCs), etc. The only thing I’m requiring is to keep my sith!Obi design as it is. You also may draw him without the cloak if you prefer him like that.

— All art mediums are very much welcome! (Cosplays as well!)🥰

— Don’t trace the original artwork and don’t use AI (instant jail 💀) Draw by yourself!

— Tag me in your post (important!) and use my hashtag #ndekvart2k

— THE DEADLINE IS OCTOBER 31st. Post it before the deadline if you want to be eligible for prizes! You can still participate after the deadline passes tho (but no prizes)✨

PRIZES:

I’m planning to choose 3 winners from both my platforms by myself and pick one random lucky person as my fourth winner! ☺️

— 1st place is getting a fully rendered full body drawing of a fictional/original character of their choice!

— 2nd place is getting a fully rendered half body drawing of a fictional/original character of their choice!

— 3rd place is getting a fully rendered headshot drawing of a fictional/original character of their choice!

— 4th winner is also getting a free headshot drawing of a fictional/original character of their choice!

I can’t wait to see your entries! You blew me away with your talents last time and I’m absolutely NOT ready to see what you have in mind for this DTIYS😭👀

Thank you again for your support! ILY GUYSS HOPE U LIKE THE DTIYS 🥹

[kompetenteente]

Hello there ⚔️👹

Hope you enjoy my entry for #ndekvart2k - it's Sith! Obi Wan 👹 I had a lot of fun playing around with this drawing.

I hope it's fine that I added gloves on him, it just fits his dark vibe so well 🤭

Please go and check out the original piece by @ndekvart 💫

[lobsterkeys]

Sith Emperor Obi-Wan for @ndekvart DTIYS

[anakindoodles]

Posting my entry for @ndekvart's Sith Obi-Wan Kenobi DTIYS on here as well! DTIYS POST

[yours-wilderness]

It had started with slow footsteps on warm stone.

Sharp and precise.

A stride they knew.

Knew enough to fear.

Their first thought was to run. To hide. They knew they couldn't face him, couldn't fight him like they would any other foe. So their only option, it seemed, was to flee.

Foolish idea in the first place, to sneak into an imp base. Even more foolish not to expect the possibility of him being here. Damn it. Damn him. Why did he always have to make everything more complicated?!

“Complicated?” the man echoed, a hint of mirth in his voice. “How so?”

“Don’t look at me so innocent,” Syl shot back, letting out a chuckle through their nose. “Your theatrics nearly ruined last mission. I thought you said you had a plan.”

“I don’t see why that couldn’t be a plan in and of itself,” he answered. “And you’re one to talk. I can barely remember one time you’ve actually had a one.”

They punched Obi-Wan in the shoulder. Just enough to hurt a little. “Maybe, but I never pretend to have a plan.”

Shit, shit, shit. What was the plan? What were they supposed to do? They had no nearby backup, no way of contacting their allies without getting noticed.

Still, they tried to focus. Step by step. They had to get out of there. At least they had cover behind a stack of crates still lying around. Really, the place could use a cleanup. Not that they were about to complain now. Those crates were probably the only thing between them and him, bar a few dozen meters.

They forced themself to think. Just look around. They were still on one of the main hallways. A few smaller corridors shot off here and there. Some of them were lit-up, others almost completely dark. Without an exit in sight, those were probably their best bet. Most of the staff was human and, as far as they knew, even Sith powers didn't allow most to see in the dark. They'd most likely be unfrequented, at least for the time being.

Better run into a regular imp than him. Them, they could take out without worry or regret. It wouldn't be that easy if they had to face him.

Syl waited for an opening. One heartbeat. And then two. Then soundlessly slipped into the nearest corridor. Their feet barely hit the ground as they ran through the lightless corridor. Don't stop, their mind screamed. They strained their ears to catch any noise that might resonate against all the stone and metal around them.

For a moment, just a moment, they thought they were in the clear. The sounds of footsteps were growing fainter and fainter as they ran. Right up until red spread from the edges of their vision. Red light growing from behind them. Their heart skipped a beat as the realization hit them.

"The colours have meaning?" the young padawan asked, looking up at his masters.

"Of course," Syl answered, a small smile on their face. "A lightsaber is powered by a kyber crystal, and kyber crystals are linked to your very being."

"For example," the other Jedi took over, "while blue lightsabers are generally held by guardians of the order and by fighters, green lightsabers tend to be held by people who have a strong connection to the Force and their Force abilities."

The boy looked between them as he tried to fully internalize this. His lips pursed as he thought deeply. "What about yellow? Or purple? Or red?"

The two Knights hesitated. Syl was the first to clear their throat and speak up again. "Well, yellow is generally the colour of Sentinels, but it's also that of those who focus on scholarly pursuit and practical skills… purple lightsabers on the other hand, are used by those who are able to use… unjedily tactics without losing themselves."

"What about red?" he insisted.

The two of them didn't know what to say. At least not yet. But finally, Obi-Wan gave him an answer. "Those are bleeding kyber crystals… the crystals of the Sith…"

Their breath hitched and their pulse raced. Don't stop. Don't stop. If they stopped, they would either die… or worse.

"Well, well, well… if it isn't the little pearl themself…" a low voice resonated through the long corridor, hitting them like a speeder.

Still, they didn't stop. They couldn't risk it.

As they kept running, they spotted an entranceway, near enough to their left, to what looked like a maintenance room. Maybe they'd have a chance in there. They just hoped it wouldn't be a dead-end. As swiftly as they could, they ducked into the room, their nails leaving marks into the metal as they gripped the doorway. Quick, hurried breaths left their lungs. Their heart pounded deafeningly in their ears.

An annoyed sigh left the Sith as he raised a hand and slammed it to the side. The Force followed his movement, hitting the rebel right in their ribs. The side of their head hit the door of a hard, metallic shelf. Pain bloomed and throbbed across their entire head, but they couldn't allow themself to stop for even a moment. A rattling cough punched out of their lungs as they pushed themself forward. And forward.

Once they finally spotted an exit door, a sigh of relief escaped from their lips. That relief did not last long. Slow, steady steps followed them still. They could feel their heartbeat against the side of their head, a warm, coppery substance dripping down their temple and sticking their hair to their face. A wince drew their itself on their face.

"Still running, my dear?" their pursuer asked, seeming equally amused and annoyed. "And here I was, believing you a smart person."

A curse left them sharply, resonating through the room. A cough was ripped from them once more. They opened the door as quickly as they could, yanking the handle and slamming the door wide open. Run, run, run.

They spotted the base's main door, a spark of hope lighting itself in their mind. Their breath rattled in their chest, unshed tears stinging their eyes. They could see the red-tinted grounds outside and the paved stone road leading up to the tall, wide doorway.

They had almost passed the gates when they felt something incorporeal push against their back. "I truly wish you could stop making this so complicated…"

Their whole body pitched forwards. They felt weightless for a moment, before feeling gravity take a hold on them again. They hadn't noticed the steps…

They barely had the time to cover their face with their arms, to protect their head from further damage.

Meadows of tall grass. Two laughing figure, running after the other. They were light, carefree, far from any worries or rules of the Order.

"You can't catch me!" Syl teased their friend, their eyes glimmering in the sunlight.

Obi-Wan laughed with them, still running after them. He knew they were faster than him, but he also knew he could outsmart them if he truly tried. As they turned around to poke some more fun at their fellow padawan, the young man closed his fist. They felt a faint pressure against their ankle. Before they could stop their movements, they tripped and fell among the grasses.

A smug smile pulled at his lips as he crouched next to them. His voice danced above them, self-satisfied and amused. "Caught you, little pearl!"

They rolled forwards. His words echoed in their ears. Once they got back to their feet, they pulled their lightsaber handle from the back of their belt and spun around. If they had to fight then dammit, they would.

But, before they could light their weapon, a grip of steel tightened around their throat. They saw the Sith lord walk towards them, lightsaber blazing red in hand. They tried to fight back, to push against him, but their oxygen was slowly running out. As their knees weakened, they felt something pulling at their saber, almost as if they were trying to pry it away from their clawed hand.

They fell onto their knee, finally meeting their foe's gaze. His bright, golden eyes blazed against their mind. They gritted their teeth, making him chuckle.

"Hello, my darling," he purred, the tip of his lightsaber approaching their chin. "Missed me so bad you lost your breath, huh?"

A growl ripped from their throat. Their voice was getting weaker already. "Nahta… intyë…" they spat at him. They weren't sure where the words had come from, clearly neither did he. A small crease appeared between his brow.

"I may not know your words, my pearl," he said as he knelt in front of them. "But it seems I'll have to teach you some manners."

It'll be short, past me said. It'll take two minutes, past me said... art & writing took over two weeks Anyway, here's my entry for @ndekvart's DTYIS challenge

[seraphcaeli]

Here is my entry for @ndekvart's DTIYS challenge. When she announced that it would be her Sith Obi-Wan, I knew I had to participate. What if Lorna and Obi-Wan went to the Dark Side? Their love life would become a whole lot spicier, for one.

I also wrote a one-shot to accompany it. It's... a little different than their usual dynamic hehehe. (Rated M)

Dark Desire and Tainted Bliss

Lorna’s lightsabers whirled in tight arcs, red blades spitting sparks where his dual-sided saber intercepted each strike. She channeled the Force into her attacks, amplifying their power, but he matched her blow for punishing blow. Her arms burned with fatigue.

Obi-Wan, on the other hand, looked maddeningly unfazed.

Frustration flared hot in her chest, and she took a steadying breath, her shoulders relaxing as she centered herself.

“Don’t quell your anger, my dear. Use it,” he said, deflecting another flurry of her attacks. That insufferable, smug smile tugged at his lips. 

“That’s what I’m doing, Master,” she retorted, putting just a touch of breathless emphasis on the title.

His golden eyes flashed. Molten. Dangerous.

She wasn't his student anymore—not really—but they both knew how that particular word affected him. How it had taken on new meaning. A convenient button to push.

She swung her leg high in a surprise kick aimed at his head. The heel of her boot connected with his mouth, snapping his head sideways and mussing the meticulously maintained goatee he favored. 

A dark chuckle rumbled through his chest as he worked his jaw, then carefully smoothed the pointed tips of his mustache back to a refined point between thumb and forefinger.

“Better,” he said, eyes narrowing in predatory amusement. “I do enjoy when you fight dirty.”

His saber wheeled overhead, and she raised her arms to block the strike. Their blades locked. Scarlet light flickered where the plasma crackled, casting shadows throughout the dimmed training room. The glow bathed his face in warmth, highlighting the distractingly handsome features.

“I can think of a few other things about me that you enjoy,” she said, letting her voice drop to a husky register.

Sweat dripped down her temples, rivulets tracing a path down her neck. His eyes drifted along with them, watching as they disappeared into her décolletage. She wondered if he was imagining tracing that same path with his tongue. Her stomach fluttered the way it always did when she was at the center of his attention. 

“And which one are you thinking of now?” His voice was smooth velvet, laced with the certainty of his effect on her. 

He pushed her sabers aside with such force that it knocked her off balance, spinning her body away from him.

His palm connected with her ass hard enough to sting, the skin tingling beneath her tight synth-leather pants. The sharp contact sent electricity straight to her center, and she had to bite back a moan. 

Bastard.

“You left your back wide open,” he said with a disapproving click of his tongue. “Careless.”

Her fists clenched, the knuckles around her lightsaber hilt whitening. The clinical assessment of her failure stung her pride. She hated how easily he outmaneuvered her, hated each display of casual superiority. Even more, she hated how much it thrilled her. She dashed forward, charging him with an indignant growl.

He didn’t flinch. Just stood there, infuriatingly calm, as she rushed him. With a bored flick of his wrist, he wrenched her lightsabers from her hands. They flew to opposite sides of the room, clamoring against the polished floors. 

She didn’t even see him move. 

Before she could blink, her back was pushed up against the wall, her arms pinned over her head beneath the long hilt of his lightsaber. She could already feel the bruises forming as the warm metal pressed into the sensitive skin of her wrists. 

“Honestly, darling, you can do better than that,” he purred, leaning over her. She inhaled sharply, letting his scent fill her lungs—the spice of sapir tea with notes of his favorite Chandrilan whiskey. His hand came up to her face, a fingertip dragging feather-light across her jaw line.

“Your ego is astounding,” she said, lifting her chin defiantly.

Without warning, he thrust his knee between her thighs. This time, she couldn’t hold back the strangled moan that escaped from her throat.

“Such insolence,” he whispered, his breath hot on the shell of her ear. The hand at her jaw trailed lower, silken touch skimming the exposed swell of her breasts, then slipping just under the edge of the low-cut fabric. 

She rolled her hips shamelessly against his thigh, where the firm muscle pressed into her heat. Her breath hissed through her teeth when she found the friction she’d been seeking. 

He shifted closer, his hips pinning hers to the wall and stilling her desperate movements. “Not yet, my wicked girl.” 

She glowered at him, exasperated, her lips pulling into a pout. His thumb traced that defiant curve, demanding entry. She pressed her lips together in refusal, but he pushed past her resistance, the pad finding the sharp edges of her bottom teeth.

“Tell me what you want first.” 

“You know what I want,” she growled, straining against his iron grip to thrust her hips forward, grinding against the hard evidence of his desire.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he murmured. A devilish smirk twisted his lips. She was tempted to kiss it right off his face. 

But then his free hand rose to hover near her face. Invisible fingers wrapped around her throat. Her pulse lashed beneath them. 

At his command, the Dark Side coiled around them like serpents, and she opened herself to it eagerly. Stars, his power. She could drown in it. The way the Force bent to his will—it unraveled her, reduced her to a puddle of hopeless want. 

She closed her eyes, letting it surround her, seeping into her bones until nothing else mattered. Nothing but what he offered, what he alone could give.

When she opened her eyes, she knew what he would see in them. Every wanton thought, every depraved craving. Every part of her soul he possessed.

But she already knew it wouldn’t be enough. 

“Say it,” he commanded. The unseen grip on her throat tightened. 

She braced herself, knowing that once she spoke the words aloud, there would be no pretending this was anything but complete capitulation.

“Take me,” she whispered. Her voice was so quiet, she wasn’t sure he’d hear. “Please.”

His smile was pure, vainglorious satisfaction. He deactivated his lightsaber, the hum of the blades cutting to silence as they retracted over her head. Air rushed into her lungs as he released his hold on her throat.

“Here?” His lips brushed against hers, then pulled back teasingly. “Now?”

His hand sank into her waves, tugging gently to tilt her head back so his mouth could explore lower. His thumb grazed over the taut curve of her nipple through her top.

“Obi-Wan…” she whined. Her whole body shuddered, and her eyes drifted closed. 

He made a soft, amused sound into the skin at the hollow of her throat. “As you wish.”

The soft click of his lightsaber as it settled on the floor was the last thing she registered before his mouth claimed hers at last. And then she was lost, utterly consumed by the sensation of hands and lips and tongue as he fulfilled her darkest, most primal need. The heady promise of surrender. The sweet relinquishment of control.

[ndekvart]

My 2K DTIYS results are hereee😈

I really want to thank everyone who joined my silly little contest again! Seeing SO MANY of you loving my emperor!Obi AU and spending hours of your time to create all that wonderful art (drawings, fanfics and even sculptures(!)) warms my heart so deeply! I swear every single entry is so stunning and unique, this is insaneeee🥹Thank you again for your love and support. And for your gorgeous entries! Each of them now has its own special place in my heart!

It was unbelievably hard to choose only 4 entries among 30+ gems (all of you are insanely talented 😭😭😭🫶) but congrats to our winners:

🏆1st place: @/ainnaart (on insta)!!!

(You receive a fully rendered full-body drawing of a character of your choice)

🏆2nd place: @lepidopoda !!!

(You receive a fully rendered half-body drawing of a character of your choice)

🏆3rd place: @reneeofthestars !!!

(You receive a fully rendered headshot drawing of a character of your choice)

🏆 4th place (raffle winner): @kompetenteente !!!

(You also receive a fully rendered headshot drawing of a character of your choice)

I’ll contact all the winners shortly!

Huge thanks and hugs to everyone who participated!! You’re all winners to me! 🥹🥰

Please go check out my 2K DTIYS story highlight on insta and support all the 30+ entries because they deserve all your love!

See yall next time!! 🫶

P.S. If any of you still want to join this DTIYS and don’t really care about prizes — the doors are always open! You have unlimited time to enter now cuz technically my dtiys is never over 👀 I’m always ready to consume and yap about more emperor!Obi art hehehehheeh