#sith obikin

[mmelolabelle]

Palpatine v sith!Obi-Wan will always end in ol’ Sheev getting his shit wrecked, not because sith!Obi-Wan would be necessarily smarter, more powerful in the force, a better fighter w/e than Palpatine (he probably wouldn’t be) but because unlike canon!Obi, any dark or evil version of Obi-Wan would have zero compunction about actively using the frankly insane levels of emotional, mental and spiritual influence Obi-Wan “all he’ll see is me” Kenobi has over Anakin Skywalker.

All of Obi-Wan’s canonical manipulative bastardness, his and Anakin’s legit mystical bond + codependence, Anakin’s deep seated insecurities, need for love and approval and obsessive tendencies, and an Obi-Wan with no ethical or moral hangups?

Nah mate Palps is getting the business end of Youngling Slayer 9000 in 3-5 working days.

(sooner if Obi-Wan puts out)

[mandhos]

para @sith-obikin fest 

[pararararablof]

I made a thing

[fishnamedsushi]

Ok I figured out how to make little animated things and I. Am. Shook.

I wish the quality was better but it still looks neat (I think!)

Original is mine posted here.

Now I’m going to do this for all my stuff, I swear…

[ma-works]

[bi-wan]

“Trapped” for the @sith-obikin fest ❤️

[sith-obikin]

For me, across the prequels, through the original trilogy, there’s a love-story dynamic with these two that goes through the whole thing.

Deborah Chow

[lea-noah]

save him

"If he falls, you have to catch him. If you can't, you will fall with him.... Save him. [You must.] "

"Save yourself."

[Ben to young Obi-Wan | Chapter 22 from obikin ff "Chosen: from the Ashes" by lea noah]

obikin edit from Across the Stars series made by l e a n o a h | # 1 | # 2 | # 3 | # 4 | # 5 | # 6 | # 7

the stunning obikin fanart is by @mandhos ❤️❤️

pin | deviantart c | 02. 01. 2024

And the lockscreen Version. Free to use and share (please credit or link) Thanks. ❤️ Happy New Year!!

fanart : @mandhos overlays : Carllton | brushes : redheadstock textures : earthlink cypher-s psd coloring : @urbanflowergraphic

[obis-kenobis]

how to stay conscious when you drown

chapter 1 ✮ relationships: obi-wan kenobi/anakin skywalker, obi-wan kenobi/anakin skywalker/obi-wan kenobi, obi-wan kenobi/obi-wan kenobi ✮ WIP, 6,305 words

Obi-Wan is flung to a world where her darkest nightmare has come true -- Anakin is a Sith. And worst of all, he's not the only one. Obi-Wan struggles to understand where, or when, she is or how to escape and return home, and she must use alternate methods to get what she needs so she can. She knows how to deal with Anakin, but playing herself is an entirely different matter.

[obibabywan]

I made this fill in your own prompt art for the @sith-obikin 🔥❤️🔥 event on both twitter and tumblr

Here is my idea for the future soon to be spicy obikin vaderwan fanfic: Obi-Wan thinks banging Ani back to the light would work but instead he rides the man into the dark side instead. They end up falling together 🔥

The not cropped version can be found on my twitter: obibabywan

[tideswept]

Trick or treat! (Obikin ;))

From this ask game |

🍬ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛ ɪs…! 🎃

🕯️Sith Obikin! 🕸 (lightly based off someone to lie in the dark with)

Anakin doesn't mean to take a step backward, to yield ground, but the Sith isn't just strong; he's fast, his red lightsaber whirling and twirling, clashing with Anakin's weapon, sparks flying through the air. His form is somehow familiar to Anakin, throwing him off, because it almost feels like someone he's fought before.

But the only Sith he's ever met is dead, and this is not the same man.

A swipe nearly catches him off-guard. Anakin brings up his saber just in time to prevent himself from rejoining the Force by way of decapitation. He feels the heat of the blade dangerously close to his face, and his arms are not in a good position; the angle is all wrong, and he has no way of parrying the saber away.

He takes another step back; cold panic shoots up his spine when he hits the wall that he could have sworn was further away.

Anakin pants for breath. He's pinned, and they both know it.

Yellow eyes gleam at him. Slants of red and blue light play out over their faces. They're close enough now that Anakin can't inhale a full breath without their chests touching. "What's wrong, darling? You were so mouthy a minute ago."

"Kriff. Off," Anakin enunciates clearly, biting each word out with the defiance of someone who knows they're in a hopeless situation, but won't go down easy. He's alone, because he stupidly begged Qui-Gon to let him take a ship down to the surface of the planet to investigate the abandoned hyperdrive factory for spare parts. Even if somehow Qui-Gon sensed that his padawan was in danger, he couldn't get there in time.

Anakin was on his own.

"Tempting offer," drawls the Sith. A drop of sweat beads down the side of his face.

They've been at it a while, a game of cat and mouse, trading blows between hulking behemoths of machinery, using their surroundings against one another. The Sith no longer looks quite as composed as he did when he dropped in behind Anakin and destroyed his communicator; a lock of tawny-blond hair has fallen loose across his forehead, and Anakin thinks resentfully that it's not fair that he's going to die at the hands of a Sith that looks more like he belongs on a holoscreen soap.

"Could you just kill me? I'm not really interested," Anakin snaps. His arms tremble with the effort to keep blocking.

The Sith tuts. "Ani, Ani; is that any way to treat an old friend?"

Anakin's grip falters. Nobody outside Tattooine other than Qui-Gon has used that name, and Qui-Gon had stopped years ago. How does this bastard know about his childhood nickname?

The moment of weakness costs him. A flick of the wrist, and the Sith wrenches the lightsaber out of Anakin's grasp, sending it skittering across the floor. Anakin's gaze snaps to it, and he shoots a hand out to summon it back to the Force when gloved fingers grab his chin and forcibly turn his head back to look at the Sith.

Anakin's pulse is roaring in his ears, and all he's thinking about is that none of this makes sense. "Who are you? You're sure as hell not my friend."

He gathers saliva in his mouth, intending to spit in the man's face.

He doesn't get a chance before the Sith's mouth is hot and heavy on his, swallowing Anakin's gasp, with his tongue pushing greedily into Anakin's mouth without fear of being bitten. The harsh grip on the hinge of Anakin's jaw and the threat of the lightsaber nearly singeing his braid off should be what stops him from doing so.

Not the overwhelming sensation of being sucked into dark, cool waters after a lifetime of burning under the sun.

[oceandaffodils22]

Toxic

❤️‍🔥 dark and feral obikin

❤️‍🔥 suitless vader

❤️‍🔥 bottom obi-wan

My edit for the @sith-obikin fest😈

Hope you like it!!

[watercolorys]

Dark Obikin AU

The chosen one and barely being a Padawan Anakin ends up being compromised with the heir of Emperor Kenobi to avoid a war between Jedi's and Sith's

[pararararablof]

In darkness and blood 🩸

【I literally finished this without knowing tales of the empire trailer is coming today now I’m over the moon】

[sprite-the-librarian]

annnnnnd this is alignment part 2, solstice! by @writegowrite :) find my cover for part one here. and check out all of their work!!!

credits: flower pattern, branches, light sabers

[atornpage]

this chapter is proving difficult but i'm working on it.

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It had never been a sore spot until Serenno. In fact, it was quite common among the acolytes on Coruscant. Only their Master, only the Emperor, shielded his thoughts. Anakin was used to letting his emotions run wild in the Force. While it had felt overloading when he first arrived on Coruscant after having spent so many years training alone, he had grown used to feeling the pain and hatred that flowed through the others at the Palace. 

"The Dark side of the Force requires sacrifice," his Master had said. "Your pain, your suffering, that is the key. Let the hate run through you and give you strength." 

However, the Traditors shielded their minds, even lowly acolytes Vos and Ventress, which had made it difficult to read their intentions during the first meeting, and he had instead needed to rely on the Force to tell him of any immediate danger. Olethrus was particularly good at shielding himself, and Anakin wondered who had taught him. Was it Tyranus, whose shields had been weaker but no less effective? Or had it been his first Master, the one he had killed and gained his eyes? 

"It's not something we train for," he answered, keeping his questions to himself. "Only the Emperor shields his thoughts."

"Yes," Olethrus agreed. "I could tell as much." The man swirled the amber liquid. "He's leaving you vulnerable, and it's because he wants to know the best way to manipulate you."

Confusion spread through him, and Anakin was sure his face was twisting to match because Olethrus sighed heavily, standing and floating his glass to a nearby table. The slight height difference had Anakin glancing down as Olethrus came to stand before him, a hand running across his smooth chin. 

"Do you know how surprised my Master and I were to learn that the Emperor had named a Heir?" Olethrus asked, his hands coming up to gently touch Anakin's robes. He could almost feel the heat from the man's skin through the layers. "In all his time as Emperor, not once has Sidious shown that he was interested in after his rule." 

"My Master is always steps ahead." 

Olethrus clicked his tongue, a small, amused smile appearing. "Lord Vader, you misunderstand. My Master and I were under the impression that there would be no end to his rule."