#sandpeople

[accessant]

Sand people

[firealder2005]

has anyone noticed that over time, as Anakin losses limbs, he becomes more and more like his future Sith self?

In Attack of the Clones, he massacres an entire Tuskan village on shear, unaltered anger.

And later in that same movie, he gets an arm sliced off and replaced with a cybernetic.

 And do I really have to explain Revenge of the Sith?

He turns to the literal darkside and gets the other three limbs cut off for it and physically becomes Darth Vader.

[minyboy]

Well, all my other collages have a logo, so must The Mandalorian. Just three seasons late. This is the way.

[oldfatwarlock]

More Sand People. Done in Procreate. #starwarsartwork #procreate #sandpeople #tuskenraiders https://www.instagram.com/p/Comn1sxrJO0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[doodlebags]

A #starwars #tuskenraider #ink #drawing . . . . . #art #illustration #doodlebags #doodle #draw #nashville #nashvilleartist #nashvilleart #sketching #Tatooine #sandpeople #bantha #ANewHope #Mandalorian @starwars https://www.instagram.com/p/CoQZHIIujli/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[nopal62]

AUUURGHHH!!! #starwars #starwarsfanart #tattoine #sandpeople #tuskenraider #tusken #drawing #sketch #illustration #nopalArt https://www.instagram.com/p/CnvvmYJLzWF/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[lyrics724]

Just A Name

[Verse 1: OnlyOne] Check it out I’m a artist ‘til my motherfuckin’ arteries close A couple Winehearts, a couple Bob Marleys to roll If I did my job, you won’t forget a party we throw When you leave, you’ll take a part of me home [Verse 2: IAME] Yea, you already know that this is not by accident We’re known to hit the road if there’s enough money for gas in it But we won’t compromise our soul on…

[cornballer]

This is what houses of the rich look like on Tatooine.

[jundlcndwastes]

❝ They were definitely here. ❞ It looked like the Sandpeople had been camped out in this specific area for a brief amount of time; enough time to build a fire at night but clearly not a place that they were spending for an extended period of time. Belongings had been left behind which wasn't a good sign of a species that knew how to cover their tracks. She pointed in one direction, commenting, ❝ There's one of their staffs. What do you think happened? ❞ Her mind was already beginning to tink that they had to move quickly. Too many tracks for the smuggler to deduce what was theirs or someone else's that had scared them off.

☆ ───── @honorhunt liked for juniper !

[changingplumbob]

I did say go together

But I didn't say single file to hide your numbers like sandpeople...

[kingdomhate]

First Glance (Part Five)

Warnings: Alluding\Mentions of torture, one-timed cursing, death, intense sadness.

As Anakin speeds away, his eyes determined and at the same type confident, confident he will find his mother. No other thought in his mind, he maneuvers the speeder to make sure he can go in every direction of potential civilization.

The first three times, he was informed of nothing, but with his Jedi instincts and his overconfidence, Anakin was sure he would eventually find someone with sufficient information to find the Sandpeople. At sunset, Anakin got his wish, the hardwork and endless hours of asking and demanding answers, he finally got his questions answered.

Parking his speeder behind a couple of sand mounds, Anakin hopped out and perched himself on the highest mound he could find, looking at the unaware and oblivious people below him; working to keep the fire going and heading into their respective homes. Anakin swiftly skulked into the compact village, his hand on his lightsaber at his hip just for added measure, he looked into the modest-sized windows, checking a majority of them without getting caught, and without sight of his mother.

Until he reached the very last house; no different in appearance to the rest of the bundle, but nevertheless, lightened by the warm glow of the raging but slowly dying fire. Anakin's eyes darted around to check the scenery; empty. But he caught glimpse of someone, although the moved the slightest of inches, he saw them, and to his great surprise, it was his poor mother. Anakin ignited his lightsaber and used it to create a hole in the side of the house and step in.

Hurrying over, Anakin's hands went to check his mother for vital signs: her pulse was detectable, but faintly. Shmi, strapped to a board, wearing nothing but rags, bound and gagged, her fearful eyes swept to Anakin's, fear meeting anger, the two feelings colliding and creating fierce anger. Anakin's fingers worked at her gag, tossing it to the side as Shmi stared at him. When Anakin cut the ropes that bounded his mother to the wall. Shmi fell back, having no apparent balance or strength to fight the fatigue plaguing her mind, Anakin swiftly caught her, sinking to his knees with his mother cradled closely in his embrace.

From the ropes around her wrists and ankles for God knows how long, it resulted in horrible, bloody abrasions that rubbed deep into Shmi's skin. "Mom.." Anakin whispered, his voice cracking. Shmi's hand, weak and battered, caressed softly over Anakin's cheek, before cupping it. "Ani..." She whispered back, the voice Anakin once knew had grown hoarse and so deep into the depths of abuse that it sounded so unlike the warm, loving and tender voice of his mother.

"Mom, why.... why did they do this to you? Why?" Anakin felt the tears pricking in his eyes, but he did not resist, the sight of someone you know only ever loved, in your arms, withered thin and reduced to nothing, the sight makes you lose all sense of self and collapse into a mess of a person. "Ani, I-I....I...I.." Shmi's voice grew more and more faint, her hand still resting on her son's cheek, but her sense of strength wearing more and more frail and feeble. "I l-love you." She spoke as soft as the breeze of summer, her words stabbing through Anakin's heart like ice. He watched in remorse, pain and despair as the life in his mother's eyes faded, and along with that, her body went stiff.

Waiting for Anakin was normally so difficult, but this time, it seemed impossible. Your mind stormed with questions, your stomach burned with anticipation, but the feelings in you ached for the sight of him, to appease your eyes, but you had been waiting all night for him, after he left. Throughout the steadily decrease in temperature and the many warning of Cliegg's that there are predators out at night, scavenging for food, you remained seated on the sand. Some might say it was stubbornness and some might say it was a pathetic attempt to show how much you were remorseful for the argument the two of you shared which ultimately lead to his one-man departure.

However, time decelerated for you at the familiar and welcoming sight of Anakin's speeder, as you stand up and gaze at it, waiting and hoping to see Anakin hop out with his mother, you see Anakin step out, and then move to the passenger side and carry a motionless, wrapped in cloth body.

The look he gave you when he passed you and when Cliegg and Aika stepped outside, was one of pure guilt and anguish so deep, it made tears flood into your eyes. Anakin laid Shmi down, and went inside, grabbed a shovel, came back out and began digging. Cliegg's eyes were wide, but more than surprise or shock, it reflected a look of absolute crest-fallenness. You cautiously approach Anakin, but then stop yourself, as he had so quickly dug the grave and tenderly placed Shmi's body into the resting place, as a mother would carry a child to their crib.

As soon as he had covered the grave with sand, he took a moment to just stand there, to process the pain he felt and then he swept passed you, his eyes a noticeable hollow. "Anakin?" You breath out as you find him in his old bedroom, rebuilding a few random parts with intense but underlying blankness in his eyes. "She's gone." He croaked, the tone of his voice as soft as the wind but as raging as the sea. "She's gone and I couldn't do anything about it. I couldn't... get here sooner, and if I did? She would be here with me and I wouldn't have to feel like this. Feel so useless. Hollow, empty. It fucking hurts, Y\N." You strided over to him, wrapping your arms securely around his waist while leaning your head into his back. "I know, Anakin. I'm so sorry." He sniffles. "I should've been there! I should've.... I should've.." He broke down, sinking to his knees again with you behind him, you crawled to his face and pulled him into a firm, tight embrace.

The sounds of his loud sobs and wailing rung throughout the house, aiding Cliegg in his quiet remorse, but working against Aika's and your separate attempts at solicicing the two men. Anakin's arms stay motionless at his sides, but his he buries his head into your shoulder, muffling his desolate and dismal cries ever so slightly.

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Last Note: This is not the end of the series! I will be posting a comforting and loving part six soon!

[minyboy]

The family grows.

[oldfatwarlock]

Tusken Raider #starwarsdrawings #sandpeople #singlefile #storoomnotebooks #blackwingpencil https://www.instagram.com/p/ComFZ0kuGo3/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[thephilosophersapprentice]

I think Kaladin Stormblessed has every right to bitchslap Anakin Skywalker.

Anakin did a lot of terrible stuff completely independently and of his own free will; among others, he murdered an entire family of sandpeople. Even if he was provoked, he attacked people who wouldn't have been involved and that's messed up (and the fact that they kidnapped and tortured Shmi is both contrived and really racist on Lucas' part--it's way too similar to propaganda that was used against Native Americans.) You could argue Palpatine was manipulating Anakin, but ultimately he's responsible for his own actions. He had maybe two nightmares about Padme dying and then turned evil with absolutely zero evidence Palpatine could actually help Padme. And then he slaughtered pretty much the only family he had left (the Jedi were a family!)

Meanwhile Kaladin was being actively tortured every night for weeks, had multiple people he had sworn to protect even though personally he disliked them murdered in front of him just to get to him, or to try to push him toward being a hypocrite, and then had one of his closest friends murdered. And he didn't go on a wilful killing spree, he killed one person who was actually a threat.

Kaladin deserves to tell Anakin that Anakin has the moral backbone of a limp piece of rhubarb.

[ackerwindearts]

Firstly I'd like to post this cute tusken child, 'cause I really adore the tusken culture. This child is KkH'Oar'Rrhr, A'Sharad Hett's disciple from the EU canon. Also, this is an illustration to a wonderful fanfiction: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52085749

#starwars #tusken #sandpeople #starwars_fanart

[stuffbhappenin]

Laurence Tribe: It’s not over. The resistance is about to ignite.

Personally, I'm a bit old to join the rebel alliance.

Does anyone want to go in on a time-share on a sandy hole in the desert?

I'll keep off the Sandpeople and cook, and you and the others can look for a plucky farmboys and princes.

I kid, things will be ROUGH; they are evil, but they are also stupid. (Trump Jr. said today that DJT will only be looking for people less intelligent than he for the cabinet.)

Yike!