Anakin And Padme Fan Art Novels & Stories

Mona was at loss for words. “ Pfft, every lady's dream is to be Sir Kia and Sir Anakin's woman so don't blame me if I'm ambitious,” she switched from the calm, cute girl we had earlier met to a total fan girl. “ Why do you have them accompanying the both of you though? It's not surprising to see Sir Anakin with women but Sir Kia has never accompanied any woman who isn't related to him and you two don't seem like relatives. At least, not with my gut feeling,” she was being really analytical right now.

As her brush glided across the surface, she felt a surge of pride, knowing that her artwork would forever bear her mark—a symbol of the time, effort, and love she had poured into its creation. Stepping back to admire her work one last time, Ayana felt a smile spread across her face. The portrait of Adam stood before her, a testament to their friendship and the profound impact he had had on her life. It was more than just a painting—it was a reflection of the bond they shared, a celebration of the beauty and depth of their connection.

I asked, half-hoping he'd just simmer down. "Like it? Anne, this is— Look here, you got the curve of the visor just right and the mouth guard detail is perfect. Do you know how much incorrect fan art I've seen?" I blinked at him. "Just how much fan art have you seen?" "A lot. Your dad's is my favorite, but he might have some competition now," Victor said eagerly. "What else can you draw?" "I don't know. Whatever." I shrugged, trying to stay casual even as my face started to heat up. "You want me to draw a Zord or something?"

Anakin's wolf howled in excitement, recognizing its mate. The bullies, sensing the tension, took a step back, their faces pale with fear. Brandon and Dustin stood tall, their eyes flashing with anger. How dare these students bully their future Luna! Anakin, however, just took a step forward, his eyes never leaving his mate's face. He could feel the connection between them growing stronger, a bond that couldn't be broken. "Hey, are you okay?" Anakin asked, his voice soft and gentle as he tried to smile despite his anger.

She recognized some of the zodiac signs. The third painting depicted a three-story farmhouse surrounded by a cornfield, at least, that’s what it looked like to her. The last one was not a painting but a sketch; a portrait of an older man. "In two weeks, it will be the birthday of our father who passed away," Phillian said quietly. "Every year, our mom still celebrates it. I was planning to give her two of these as a gift to hang in their bedroom. Which ones do you think she’ll like best?"

‘It is good to do this for Deimos but remember that Randal belongs to the enemy camp. There was no love lost between the two of us – well, there might be some since he was a clingy brat but on my part, I could not say I cared for Randal’s life or death but why did I feel so uneasy at the thought of something happening to him? ‘He has stuck his neck out for me several times so the least I can do for him is to help him this one time.’ ‘Persephone will not like this,’ Anakin said. ‘She sent him away so you could convert the people in central Deimos to your side while he was away but you ended up going on a wild goose chase for slaves. Now, you are going to screw up the final opportunity.’

See you in next chapters for fun and giggles. Gift for us... I got a fanart image for Banks & Eleanor. It's my current profile picture. Hope they look as imagined. Xie Xie

“Luna… you shouldn’t be here.” I ignored her and scanned the room frantically. And then I saw him. Anakin stood at the far end, sleeves rolled up, arms wet to the elbows from washing another child. His white hair was tied back, face streaked with sweat and something darker. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days. He saw me at the exact same second. His whole body went rigid. I didn’t think. I just moved. I crossed the room in a blur and grabbed his arm so hard my nails dug in. “Where is he?”

I whine. "Just one more.......Ok." She gets up and sits on the edge of the bed with her pad. "Ready?" I roll to my side and prop my head on my hand. "Show me." She shows me. "It's not finished, but I'd love to put this on canvas." I grin. "Sold!" I chuckle. "Stop!" She hits me with the pad. "Hey!" I laugh. "Careful with my artwork!" I snatch the pad from her.