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archerygun · 24 days

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On an Owen Lars high so I drew this. Excuse the shit quality. I’ve not taken Graphics courses yet.

I know Owen can’t come back as a ghost but the idea of him and Obi-Wan reaching solidarity in death over not being able to do anything for Luke anymore just GOT ME.

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tinykumaru · 2 years

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I look at you and I see her…

#obi wan #leia organa #little leia #fanart #star wars fanart #star wars #obi wan kenobi #leia #princess leia #old ben kenobi #kenobi #ben kenobi

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nerdyerror · 1 year

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Part Seven

Part Six the feemor special

Part Five

A New Hope & Obi Wan themed

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ru-draws · 1 year

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I Can See Him

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Twin Suns continues to be magnificent as it is soul breaking, don’t touch me

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kopf1 · 2 years

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🔥🔥🔥

#movies #star wars #darth vader #star wars memes #star wars trilogy #old ben kenobi #luke skywalker #obi wan and luke #obi wan kenobi

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starwarslostclone · 2 years

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Obi wan : I once went on holiday and pretended to be twins. It was amazing fun. I invented this mad, glamorous sibling and went around really annoying everybody. And d'you know, I could get away with anything when I was my crazy twin Ben .

Tiny Luke : But you're Ben!

Obi wan : Kinda stuck. It’s a long story.

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captainpirateface · 3 months

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Get it????

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fwakes31 · 2 years

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A man in quite contemplation...

A Jedi finding themselves again...

The return of Obi-Wan Kenobi.

#obi wan kenobi #obi-wan kenobi #obi wan #kenobi #ben kenobi #old ben kenobi #star wars #kenobi series #my thoughts

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2stepadmiral · 2 years

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Anakin Skywalker breathes with difficulty. It’s been almost twenty-five years since he really breathed freely, but now, it’s even more difficult. The suit is compromised, he knows. The life support system is failing. Given time, he could fix it, but something tells him that fleeing the Death Star immediately needs to be his immediate concern. He won’t survive the trip, something tells him. Is that the light again? It’s been so long since he felt it, he can’t really say. It’s been so long since anything pierced the cloud of darkness surrounding him, the cloud of rage and hatred that he had called ‘Vader’ and claimed as his identity for most of his life.

He feels a pair of hands pull him away from the rail he was leaning against and lay him on the ground. The hands are shaking with fatigue and pain, but their grip is gentle. He reaches out through the Force, and feels a presence reach back and seem to embrace him. He had felt this presence before, several times, but this time, the touch is not marred by his twisted desires. He can feel a hint of his old self, and a hint of Padme, in this wholly unique presence, this warm, kind, and hopeful being that he can now see clearly with his lust for power and desire to dominate and possess gone.

Luke. His son.

“We need to leave.” Luke says after a moment, his voice pained and ragged sounding. “Let me help you, father.”

Father. Beneath the blasted mask, a reluctant smile tugged at the edge of his lip. He hardly deserved to be called that, but he still felt delighted at the word.

He did not respond as he was hauled to his feet, his mechanical breathing coming his gasps of wheezing, electronic air. He would not live long, he knew. His son would live, must live…

He glanced to his left, past where Luke was now pulling his arm around his shoulder, and saw it. The lightsaber.

“Luke,” Anakin said, hearing once again the cursed electronic voice of Vader. He had often noted to himself how he hated the sound of his filtered voice, but it had never sounded so loathsome to him as it did now, now that he had regained his sense of self. Now that he had to truly consider his many sins.

“Luke,” he said again. “Your lightsaber. Do not… leave… your lightsaber. You will need it.”

Luke glances over at the fallen weapon, and Anakin notes the fatigue on the young man’s face as he struggles to stay on his feet and support the additional weight of Anakin’s cyborg suit.

He has your strength, Padme, your fortitude. Anakin thinks. Oh, Padme, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.

“It’s okay,” Luke says, looking back to his father. “I can build another one.”

Anakin looks at the saber again. The instant he’d first been handed the weapon, he’d recognized the design. Vader had been seized by jealous rage momentarily when he saw that his own son had patterned the weapon he’d built for himself after Obi-Wan’s lightsaber. He’d wondered in fury why had he not designed his weapon to emulate his old weapon, the lightsaber that Anakin had built and Luke had used for several years? Was it not fitting and proper for Luke to use the basic design that had served both father and son?

But that had been Vader’s lingering rage at his old master, a rage now gone and replaced with deep regret and sorrow. Anakin looked at the lightsaber, the weapon Luke had modeled after Obi-Wan’s.

And suddenly, he saw his old master, as he had been on Mustafar so long ago. He were covered in soot and ash, and his dirty robes stood out in the sterile white of a medical center. He held a wailing infant in his arms, and as he tore his gaze painfully away from the figure on the bed and looked down at the child, a rush of pained affection for the child flowed freely.

He saw Obi-Wan holding the infant closely against his chest as he rode a dewback across the Tatooine sands, his robes pulled around to shield the child from the heat of the twin suns. He saw the child growing older as the Jedi Master devoted his life to protecting the youngster, even if it was to be only from a distance. He even saw a visibly aged Obi-Wan facing off with Maul, weapon drawn as he immediately decided that the former Sith Lord could not be allowed to threaten Luke, and could not be allowed to leave Tatooine alive. He saw Obi Wan frightening away Tusken Raiders and fighting off thugs to keep Luke from harm.

He saw Obi-Wan as Luke had seen him, in a light that reminded him of Qui Gon. The old Jedi Luke had affectionately known as Ben had been a wise and compassionate mentor to Luke. Their time together had been brief, and the knowledge he had passed onto Luke had been limited, but it had made all the difference. Luke had seen Obi-Wan as a mentor, a friend, and a father, and just as Maul had robbed him of Qui Gon, he, consumed by Vader’s rage, had robbed his son of Obi-Wan.

The design of his weapon was more than just a continuation of the old Jedi tradition, where an apprentice modeled their weapon after their master’s as a sign of respect. It was a symbol of the impact Obi Wan had made on Luke’s life as a Jedi and, perhaps more importantly, as a person. And Anakin had been responsible for tearing that connection apart.

With an effort that nearly brought him down to his knees, Anakin reached out and summoned the weapon. It landed in his remaining hand, slung over Luke’s shoulder.

“Yes, you could build a new one,” Anakin said. “But you don’t need to.” If Luke simply built another lightsaber, he may feel obligated to use Anakin’s old weapon as a template this time. He vaguely knew he would have been immensely pleased at that notion once, but his ego was no more. Luke was what mattered now, and Luke needed his connection to Ben Kenobi and his teachings more than he needed some obligation to a father who had been so lost in his own rage and hatred that he had needed his son’s love to end his reign of terror.

“You must always keep this with you, Luke. You must understand,” Anakin paused as he spoke. A final, stray memory of Obi-Wan came to mind as he spoke, one of countless lectures he had been forced to endure, but would now give anything to be able to hear again, and for the first time in twenty-three years, Anakin Skywalker truly smiled.

“This weapon is your life.”