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While on his journeys for jedi relics, Luke finds his mother's old clothes. He puts them on wondering if he could see what his mother looked like

The slow buildup as he puts the makeup and jewelry on is soothing. When he finally stands in the mirror staring at her reflection, he asks her all the questions he had hidden in his heart growing up. He confesses all his hopes and fears.

It becomes a habit. And whenever Luke is nervous, whenever he thinks once more of the fallen he'd let behind, he cannot help but reach for the comfort of his mother.

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I am not much of a writer, but I quite like the idea of a cross-dressing fic that isn't centered on sex but moreso hurt comfort and Luke really thinking about his life and what he wants

And maybe din stumbling on luke during this one day, getting so nervous cause luke is super pretty, finally makes Luke relate the above with his gender and sexuality... Genderfluid!Luke sort of.

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Luke read once that in any relationship, romantic or platonic, it's important to keep conversation lively and interesting, so Luke likes to share little tidbits he picked up on his adventures, with his riduur.

Luke: Hey Love, wanna hear a cool fact?

Din: Sure.

Luke: The Dagobah silt toad is larger than the largest bird native to Naboo!

Din: That's very interesting, Cyar'ika. You should tell Grogu at dinner.

Luke: I will! Wanna hear another one?

Din: Go ahead, sweetheart.

Luke: Stars are haunted.

Din: Okay. I have follow up questions.

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... so I will choose to believe that this art post is the sequel to that time Din needed to make a pit stop on Ossus to repair his midlife crisis space bugatti, because apparently I draw sequels to my art posts now.

No, I don't know what came over me or why I let my impulses trample all over my sanity, and yes, this is under a cut for a reason.

I may also be a weeeeee bit obsessed with dappled sunlight. And colors. It's been doom and gloom here for almost 6 months, I need some color and light.

(the massive leaps and changes in style and color between these pieces one year apart is also maybe driving me crazy)

(but not as crazy as my obsession with the dappled sunlight and the red flush of luke's skin against the green of the bamboo forest and how he wraps himself around din and all the ways to hide Din's face while letting his gestures speak for him and-)

(please no for the love of fuck someone squash the gremlin in the back of my head suggesting putting together some words to this. absolutely not, we don't even go here)

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Dumb badly-formatted DinLuke comic based on the Extreme Cleavage Luke concept art from RotJ. We were ROBBED I say!!!

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Imagining Luke his first time somewhere humid and his hair poofs up and he doesn’t know what to do poor thing

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I just think that Din deserves a kiss or two～♡

For the DinLuke server prompt ✧Redamancy✧ and inspired by this

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Blows a kiss towards the sky, "for Luke Skywalker-Djarin, I hope he is living his best slutty life on Mandalore"

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OBI-WAN KENOBI SERIES | CONCEPT ART

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Vader is just weak. Even though his tiny children almost killed him. 

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The Tinies Master Post

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Silverdaye’s [devinatART] - [instagram] -  [AO3] - [SW Creative’s Discord]

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Voices of the Dark Ch. 4 Part 7

Voices of the dark

Chapter 3 part 7

First- Previous Part- To be continued in chapter 5, my loves…

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Mark Hamill as Luke Skywalker in Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back (1980)

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love ur depiction of dinluke cause its always:

Din: You’re beautiful, magnificent, your hair is spun cold, I could swim endlessly in your eyes-

Luke: What do you want

Din: Can u send nudes?

had to ask the council if this was true. the answer was a resounding yes. shaken by the truth of it

tag yourself i'm din 😪

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Hayden Christensen Returning to Star Wars With ‘Ahsoka’ Series (Exclusive)

Hayden Christensen is staying in the fold of the Galactic Empire. The actor will reprise his role of Anakin Skywalker, aka Darth Vader, in Ahsoka, the latest Star Wars live-action series from Lucasfilm and Disney+, multiple sources tell The Hollywood Reporter.

HOLY SHIT, if The Hollywood Reporter is saying it, then I’m inclined to trust it, they have a pretty good track record, OH MY GOD.  Disney has not confirmed anything yet, but it’s not super surprising after they got him back for Obi-Wan Kenobi, but now the question is CLONE WARS FLASHBACKS?? FORCE GHOSTS???  WILL THEY DE-AGE OBI-WAN AS A FORCE GHOST AND GET EWAN TO PLAY HIM??  DISNEY, WHY CAN’T YOU JUST TELL US NOW???

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Title: ‘Fly’ Summary: Lord Vader communes with his master, entertains his very, very young apprentice, and contemplates rebellion during a bacta soak.

A/N: Pre-Sith!Luke featuring Dad!Vader, inspired by my own post about Vader finding toddler Luke on Tatooine and spiriting his son to Mustafar. Likely the first of many little snippets of this au!

Through the glass of the bacta tank, Vader can see Luke playing with a small assortment of soft toys and blocks carved into the shapes of various ships, all under Vaneé’s watchful eye and the protection of his own red-clad Imperial Guards, ever at attention.

No one would ever be able to reach them here, this deep into the castle, so far beneath the planet’s surface that the durasteel walls of the sub-chambers often glow with the heat of the magma they hold at bay. The guards are overkill, Vader is just as lethal within the tank, relieved of his prosthetics, as he is without, but Luke is small and defenseless; the guards are as much his now, as they are Vader’s.

And Vaneé, well . . . Luke does need a minder.

The force tugs hard at the back of Vader’s mind, a summons that he cannot, will not, ignore.

‘Master,’ Vader acknowledges, eyes slipping shut to focus on the connection.

‘Lord Vader. It seems you have found yourself a new pet.’

There’s amusement in Sidious’ energy, laced with with the barest flush of grim curiosity. Vader knows this tone. He’s learned to be wary of his Master’s lack of obvious judgement in moments like these.

‘Yes, my Master.’ Vader acknowledges, knowing honesty is the only safe path for his son. ‘A force-sensitive child that shows promise as an Inquisitor. Too young yet to be trained, but open to influence.’

A pause. A hesitation. In himself or his Master, he cannot determine.

‘I advise you do not to get too attached, my apprentice. I sense your feelings are more . . . paternal in nature than you might yet understand. Your judgement in this matter is clouded by your past loss.’

Vader quashes the rush of rage that shifts through him at his Master’s barb, preventing it from touching their connection.

‘I admit I am . . . grieving still, my Master, but I am working to channel that emotion into something more substantial. This child is not the first I have taken a guiding hand to, and he will not be the last. When the time comes, he will be loyal to the Sith, or he will be eliminated.’

‘When it is time, bring the child to me, so we may determine the proper path for him, as with the others. I trust your judgement, Lord Vader. I also trust you will be capable of doing what must be done should the boy not meet expectations.’

‘I will not hesitate, my Master, as I have not faltered before.’

The connection is severed, and a soft knocking against the glass brings Vader’s attention away from his anger and down to Luke; so very small, slapping his hand against the glass trying to get his father’s attention. Even like this — even as he looks upon Vader in all his hideous, mangled glory — Luke holds a ship high in his hand, unafraid, excitement and pride rolling off him with such intensity that Vader can’t help the smile that tugs his scarred lips to the point of breaking.

‘Do you want to play?’ He asks, delighting when Luke turns in a circle looking for the source of his father’s voice.

“Fly?” Luke asks, holding the ship up to the air, still searching for Vader’s voice.

‘Fly?’ Vader sends an image of the fleet above Coruscant, borrowed from a recent memory, and Luke hops in excitement.

“Fly! Fly!”

Vader can feel the genuine amusement in the chamber, from Vaneé and the guards alike, and in himself there is a new, gentle joy that is blissfully distracting him from the unique suffering that has become this half-life that requires near-daily immersion in bacta.

‘Alright, kid, let’s fly.’

Vader starts with the small wooden ships, lifting them easily and floating them just above Luke’s head to keep the child from hurting himself as he chases them around the chamber, laughing and screeching in delight. After a short while, when Luke’s energy begins to wane and his steps become unsteady, his toes catch the edge of a grate and he nearly topples, one of the guard moving instantly to catch the child, but Vader’s already got him, levitating Luke off the ground as the boy holds still in shock, not quite understanding.

The guard returns to position as Luke wriggles in midair, twisting and fussing trying to figure out what’s happening to him. Vader, for the life of him, can’t imagine why he hasn’t done this before.

‘Look, see, you’re flying now, too,’ Vader explains gently, feeling something far too close to the saccharine empathy of his old self slip through as he cradles his child with the force.

“Vanee!” Luke giggles, arms flailing. “I’m fly!”

“Yes, young master,” Vaneé delights, bowing slightly in deference to Vader. “Indeed you are.”

Vader watchs Luke hover so gently above the ground, safe, loved, and protected like he should have been from the moment of his birth, and fights the reactive anger that always comes in moments like these. If Anakin hadn’t failed them all with his fear, if Vader, in his grief, hadn’t believed the Emperor’s lies, Padme would still be here and Luke’s existence wouldn’t be shrouded beneath so much painful, deception.

‘My little prince,’ Vader reaches out with the force and runs fingers long gone through his son’s golden hair, almost able to feel the warmth of Luke’s skin as the boy giggles. ‘They will not take you from me. Never again.’ (.)

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So, a ‘Sith Luke’ AU where Vader accidentally finds young Luke on Tatooine while hunting Obi-wan, but Luke still ends up the farm boy turned Rebel turned Jedi from Tatooine? Absolutely.

Vader’s still deep in his grief trying to use Sith magics to resurrect Padme, but all the while he’s got a small child running around wanting to play and explore, a child Vader can’t let anyone know about because the Emperor is still claiming Vader killed Padme and their baby, and he can’t risk the Emperor finding out Vader’s extremely force sensitive child somehow survived. He also won’t entertain the idea of Padme’s son becoming part of the Inquisitorius program, and keeps Luke close at all times.

Regardless, Mustafar is not a safe place for a toddler and you can’t childproof lava. After Vader’s umpteenth attempt at reviving Padme, something goes wrong when toddler Luke interrupts the ceremony — (Vader nearly kills him, Luke loses his hand because of his father, one eye turns yellow and stays that way, you know symbolism) — and Vader is devastated. It’s one thing for him to have embraced the Dark Side by choice, it’s another for his pure, unspoiled child to be corrupted by Vader’s hate, and for Vader to be able to see his failure every time he looks at Luke.

(Also the Emperor is getting curious as to why Vader’s spending so much time on Mustafar when there’s so much to be done.)

Knowing Luke can’t truly be safe with him, Vader makes the command decision to return Luke to Tatooine, to be with Owen and Beru as Obi-wan obviously intended, and is prescient enough to ignore the fact that his old master is almost certainly planning to train Luke when the time comes, which Vader is alright with, as his own faith in the Emperor has been irreparably damaged. Cue things like the Lars family always seeming to have enough credits to get through the dry season. The local medic somehow always has just the right prototype prosthetic to swap out free of charge when Luke outgrows the old one. Or how Luke’s early Imperial Academy applications always end up rejected, no matter how well he does on the entrance exams.

Then come the events of A New Hope. Obi-wan needs to train Luke, but he’s understandably wary of what Luke’s already been exposed to, the pain and fear Vader accidentally imbued in him as a child along with the physical wounds, but Luke’s somehow unaffected. He’s got one gold eye and the sunniest disposition and he wants nothing more than to be a Jedi and save the galaxy and maybe even see his scary dad again.

Since Obi-wan‘s been huffing spice in a cave for almost two decades playing the crazy desert wizard, he goes along with it. Anyway, to wrap it up, Vader finds baby Luke, exposes him to the dark side, has regrets, sixteen years later Luke doesn’t have to worry about falling to the dark side because he’s grown up with a little bit of his father still inside him and that gives him the edge he needs to stand up to Palpatine and resist the draw of the Sith because he’s been living with it his whole life..

(Also Vader totally survives ROTJ because he and Luke go in to face Palpatine together.)

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Summary: Pre-TFA, Din Djarin keeps the memory of his husband alive by training the survivors of Ben Solo’s betrayal.

Pairing: Din/Luke (Implied)

“Again.”

The Honor Guard resets, returning to their first position before taking offensive stances and launching into combat, the warriors fighting with every weapon at their disposal, saving the most lethal for their most desperate moment. Blows land hard and soon, one by one, amber-colored blades of plasma begin to ignite, the white stone walls refracting and glowing in the presence of so many lightsabers.

One by one, the warriors submit, extinguishing their sabers.

One by one, the Honor Guard returns to kneel.

One by one, they prove their dedication to Mandalore.

“Good.” Din praises, watching the light catch and dance across heaving cuirass’ as the warriors catch their breath. “Again.”

The Honor Guard resets.

“Mand’alor?” Azrith Bhy, an advisor, one of so many, takes a step closer and Din can sense the man’s nerves without needing to see his face. “If I may?”

“General.”

“These exercises have been going for hours,” Bhy says softly, not wishing to insult the Guard, which Din appreciates more than his insistence to speak at all. “We understand you wish the Guard to be in peak form for the Remembrance Ceremony—”

“It is not my wish,” Din counters firmly, pushing up from the throne to address the Guard. “Heroes of Mandalore, Defenders of the Throne.” Din calls. “Are you tired? Do you wish to rest?”

It’s a useless question, Din can feel the exhaustion radiating from them, but none of them speak. None move at all. They are tired. They are hungry. They ache, but they are alive. They are alive even as their siblings are no longer, and they refuse to show weakness on a day dedicated to the memory of their own loss.

Children of Kyber, I do not blame you as you blame yourselves, Din projects at the small contingent of warriors in the way Luke taught him to so long ago; speaking to the remnants of the New Jedi order, the younglings and padawans who survived Ben Solo’s betrayal and abandoned their training to seek vengeance of their own, trading soft robes for beskar’gam, unwilling to be caught at such a disadvantage ever again.

I do not blame you, as he would not blame you. You honor your fallen clan with your strength. You honor your lost master with your dedication.

Several silver helmets shift, intoning recognition and acceptance. Some stay terribly still. Din focuses on those among them most wounded, those still nurturing their grief after all this time.

He loved you all, as I love you all. Rest when you are ready, but if you wish to continue, I am here to bear witness to your strength.

The Honor Guard move into sparring position without prompting. Din looks to Bhy and offers a short nod of acknowledgement before returning to his seat. “They will rest when they are finished, General, but your concern has been noted.”

“Of course, Mand’alor. Forgive my interruption.”

“Now,” Din directs back to the Guard. “Again.”

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Pairing: Mand’alor Din / Sith Luke Summary: The Mand’alor is captured by the Empire and presented as a war prize to the newest Grand Admiral. Din was not expecting to find his beloved farm boy from Tatooine in Imperial black.

(Sith!Luke and Mand’alor Din inspired by this piece of gorgeous art from @jingleko on twitter. In the process of transferring some snippets I’ve posted in the dinluke discord to tumblr. Hope you enjoy them!)

“I remember when your eyes were blue.”

A smile stretches across the Admiral’s young face with a tightness that shows the expression is not a frequently used one.

“I remember when you were simply Mando,” he says reaching down to slide two gloved fingers up the column of Din’s throat, following the line of his jaw beneath helmet to settle on his chin, guiding Din’s attention up until the edge of his helm is digging into the back of his neck. “I also remember when you promised you’d come back for me.”

“I went back to Tatooine,” Din grits, testing his restraints. “Nothing was left.”

“Well, that’s what happens when your father is secretly the second most powerful figure in the Galactic Empire. You, and those you love, tend to simply,” Luke makes a flitting gesture with his hand,“Disappear. I am mildly comforted you cared enough to check on me. Even if it was too little too late.”

“. . . You told me your father was dead, Luke.”

“I told you what was told to me. He was. He might still be. Let’s hope you don’t need to meet him.”

Luke turns his attention to the star field beyond the chamber and the half dozen Destroyers that currently make up his personal armada. The white lining of his cape luminous against the star field, against the black and grey metal shaping the personal quarters of a farm boy turned burgeoning despot.

“Listen,” Luke continues, keeping that same even tone that reminds Din of double-talk and bounties gone wrong. “You are going to take your child, go back to your people, and I am going to tell Emperor Palpatine that Mandalore’s new king can be swayed to align with the interests of the Empire.”

“There can be no alliance,” Din reminds, unable to keep the heat from his words. “The Empire destroyed Mandalore.”

“The Empire destroyed me, too,” Luke’s expression goes wistful, his eyes unfocused as he looks down and away, as if he can see right through the durasteel floor to the levels below. “No, that’s not what this is, Mand’alor, but you have to play along. Your survival depends on it, do you understand?”

There. A flash of the old Luke who’d stowed away on the Razor Crest and nearly ended up a bounty himself for wrecking one of Jabba’s speeders. The Luke who traded engine parts for blue milk custard and tales from beyond the system. The Luke who believed Din might be the one to save him from a life of mediocrity, spiriting him away into the stars.

The Luke who begged Din not to leave him behind.

“. . . Cyar’ika?”

“You won’t believe me, but I am sorry,” Luke takes a breath, and reaches down, hands coming to rest somewhere Din absolutely cannot abide. “Insurance, you understand,” Luke apologizes, releasing the seal on Din’s helmet and sliding it up inch by agonizing inch as Din struggles.

“Wait —“

“I remember, you told me if I ever saw your face, there were only two courses of action: you had to make me Clan, or you had to kill me. Either way, I have a guarantee I’ll see you again.”

“I could kill you now,” Din seethes, ducking his head quickly.

“You could,” Luke sighs. “You won’t.”

There are a thousand tasteless thoughts in Din’s head as his eyes struggle to adjust to the room without the filter of the visor — violence, anger, regret, shame, but even now, looking on the Imperial Officer his Luke has become with his own eyes, there is a begrudging respect for the ingenuity of the act. Calculated, targeted harm. However, as he blinks the haze away, finally looking up, Din realizes Luke’s eyes are closed against the sight of him, clenched tight, lashes sparkling with unshed tears just before Luke fists his hands in Din’s flightsuit and pulls him to his feet, leaning in to press his forehead to Din’s with such familiar force Din worries they’ll both be bleeding from the pressure. Marked the way Din alway hoped they’d be.

“Do make it look convincing, won’t you?” Luke asks softly, shifting just enough to drag his lips against Din’s rough cheek as the heavy restraints around Din’s wrists release and fall to the floor with clatter. Din slides his free hands up into Luke’s hair, holding him steady, curling his fingers gently until Luke shivers in that delightful way Din would often recall late at night on his loneliest hunts. His brilliant little Sand Flea. So brave, even now. Even here.

“Of course, Admiral Skywalker,” Din angles Luke’s face to steal a proper kiss before they begin. “I even promise to spare your pretty face.”