Sith Obi-Wan. A Companion Piece To Suitless Vader.

My Secret Santa for @glitterfayy , a little what-if Mav and Hangman had hit it off at the Hard Deck that first night ;)) I hope you like it!!

Finally finished moving houses for the time being so I took a day to just draw what I wanted to draw before I get stuck into comms

So enjoy some Hangmav!

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Bonus close up:

Pretty-boy Vader

I’ve been wanting to do an art piece inspired by the wonderful art of @02png meaning something painterly, mostly grey scale and heavy with the contrast.

When I settled for sith yellow eyes as my colour to spice up the grey, I decided to add Vader’s armour, making this portrait of what he might have been if he’d not burnt on Mustafar.

Day twelve of posting my photography 📷

A wild exmoor pony found high up on Dunkery Hill overlooking the coastline of what is either Porlock or Minehead.

Day seven of posting my photography 📷

This is Lucy my Labrador! She’s the goodest girl 🥹🥰 (There will be many Lucy photos in the future!)

Day eight of posting my photography 📷

This is Elessar! He was my Siamese Fighting/Beta fish. He was a very pretty boy and enjoyed his nice large tank.

He shared his tank with my two frogs Sam and Dean (of which Dean decided she liked the look of Elessar’s tail for food and took a chomp. The froggies very quickly got relocated into a temporary tank!)

Melida/Daan: The Legend of Ben

Ben is among the oldest of all the young at 13.

At 13 he soothes the fevers of the littlest who have never had enough strength or food or love, he holds up buildings that should collapse and kill them all (yet he does not do so with his strength for he is scrawny like them, weak like them. He doesn’t even touch the wood) finds water sources that are impossible to see, shoots steady even when his hands shake (as if guided by something, as if he is not entirely himself but something other, something more).

He calls it the force, they call it Ben.

At 13 he becomes a legend.

Legends aren’t born, but made in the desperate tunnels full of dying children. They say he appeared one day from the sky, that when his elders left, he refused to. That he was not born on the bloody battlefields of hate, but that he stayed because he saw them, felt with them, heard their song. He stayed when the Jedi left.

The children see how he balanced Cersai and Nield (love and hate, peace and war, water and fire). They see how the three click into place, Melida and Daan and Other. They wonder if maybe there was always an empty spot between them, waiting to be filled. Wonder if that is how this war started. Wonder if between every Melida and every Daan there is a space for something Other.

No one remembers how the war started, only that it did. Maybe there used to be a third faction, maybe something other (something more, something Ben) and when it died or left there was nothing left to bridge the Melida and the Daan.

Ben is sure as the earth, light as the air (only because they cannot hear him cry at night). He is a contradiction. He says strange things and does the impossible. Sometimes he glows with something else (something more).

He is remembered as the one who stayed (no one will say where he went). He is remembered as the Other between all Melida and all Daan.

There is an empty seat in every house. An empty seat in the Trivumate, waiting to be filled. Outside historians call it the Absent Third Phenomena— they are not sure why it is (they do not want to dig deeper, dig into the bloody history, tear their secrets and traditions and culture from the rotting bodies of child soldiers. they do not want to know). In Melida/Daan there is a word that is untranslatable that describes it, A’Benui. It is sacred. It is told to every child too young to remember the sewers, told by every Young that was touched by Ben (his something other).

(The Melida-Daan don’t know this, but somewhere else in the galaxy Obi-Wan Kenobi leads his second army of child soldiers and wonders if he was meant for anything else. Wonders if they see the cracks and uncertainty and self loathing; the first ones hadn’t. He wonders if they would be ashamed of him now, fighting, bleeding, warring, killing even now. Wonders if he will ever know peace or if he will always be a false legend made from blood and tears and a need to believe.)

GLEN POWELL on THE TONIGHT SHOW April 5th, 2024

Day three of posting my photography 📷

This is Thea! She was my leopard Gecko and a cutie