“May I please draw your OC?”

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carminecrossroads:

Reblog this message if you encourage anyone that wants to draw your OC to do so.  No need to ask for permission in advance.

Go for it.  Draw my OC.  If you want, I’ll even give you reference posts.  Go to town on it.

You are welcome to draw my OC and surprise me with the result.  Seriously.  In fact, I encourage it.  I will proudly display whatever it is you submit to me regarding my OC.  There is a chance that I will squeal about it for several days.

Even if you feel you aren’t good at whatever artistic adventure it is you do, please feel free to submit it to me.  I want to see what you have done.

Obikin with suitless Vader!

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The strain in his shoulders told him his arms had been restrained behind his back though his other injuries seemed blissfully gone. He clearly did remember the clone trooper breaking at least a few ribs but every breath was easy.

The surface under him was soft, softer then anything he had on Tatooine and for a moment all Obi-Wan could do was enjoy the sensation of something clean and soft against him as he kept his eyes closed.

“I know you’re awake.” A calm voice offered and Obi-Wan spasmed in surprise. Yet he didn’t bother to lift his head or even open his eyes.

There was a dip in the bed and then Obi-Wan felt a gloved hand in his hair. “Open your eyes Master.” There was a note of warning in the voice now that told Obi-Wan he better. Yet he did it reluctantly, peering up at the tanned face of his once padawan.

“…Vader.” He offered and winced a bit when the gentle hand in his hand turned into a painful grip.

“Anakin. You call me Anakin Master.” The sith said quietly before letting go. “I should be angry at you, but I find that I’m relieved you are as well as you are despite being malnourished and dehydrated.”

Obi-Wan just quietly watched the yellow eyed man in return. He should have taken care of him instead of fleeing, but he had told Yoda the truth, he couldn’t kill Anakin and so he had fled with a dying Padme.

“I must thank you for watching over my son Obi-Wan.” The words caused the copper haired man’s blood to freeze and he stared at Anakin who had gone back to the light petting. “Though Tatooine was worst place to take him.”

“…Where is he?”

“No where you should concern yourself with.” The blond snorted before smirking. “He’s with Leia, honestly Obi-Wan. Did you think I wouldn’t feel something? I admit, twins were a surprise but…I felt her the moment I landed on Alderaan to…talk to Bail and Breha.” Obi-Wan closed his eyes.

Anakin knew. The kids were now in his hands.

And so was he.

“…What happens now? Am I to be executed?” Obi-Wan asked quietly.

“No.” Anakin’s gloved hand moved, pushing the Jedi onto his back and then moving his human hand to cup the others chin, Obi-Wan opening green eyes to stare up at him in surprise. “You belong to me Obi-Wan. Both you and Padme did. But she’s not here anymore. Only you are. I’m never letting you or the kids go.”

Predatory possessive eyes watched him as greedy lips pressed against Obi-Wan’s, green eyes going wide in surprised shock.