P!Yodu doodles because they're literally so funny I can't, best duo ever I'm NOT kidding, they're like those aunties who are always gossiping about other like ughhh do you see my vision
And also Obikin obviously lol
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P!Yodu doodles because they're literally so funny I can't, best duo ever I'm NOT kidding, they're like those aunties who are always gossiping about other like ughhh do you see my vision
And also Obikin obviously lol
Obikin/vader doodles because why not, I have way more in my sketchbook but whenever I take photos they look so funky ugh
Yes, I disappeared for almost a year and now i like star wars yaio yay
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Sometimes, Anakin brings Obi-Wan’s wrists to his mouth and kisses them, kisses his own name while holding Obi-Wan’s gentle gaze, kisses his other wrist with ferocity, teeth grazing skin.
“I won’t let him hurt you,” he promises Obi-Wan, and if they both know how naively childish it sounds, they don’t talk about that, either.
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/breathes my f a v o r it e soulmark fic
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
It was one night. It was one night and they were both drunk and it didn’t matter, Anakin was dead and gone and Padmé had gone with him. He had loved her. He had kept her a secret from everyone, he made every decision on purpose.
He kept her from you for a reason, Obi-Wan. He kept her a secret because they were in love and nothing else mattered, not the code, not the council, and definitely not him. The children were proof of that.