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When the clones realized that they no longer were required to adhere to strict dress regulations -armor or uniform- the Galaxy saw some of the most interesting combinations of clothing. In both style and color.

No one complained. They helped save the Galaxy from being overrun by robots, and with the Jedi, disposed of the Sith and brokered peace between the two factions.

With only local restrictions dictating clothing requirement -head covering in one culture, complete body covering on another planet- the Clones wore whatever they wanted.

And there was always one complaint, voiced by almost every Clone.

“I need more pockets,” Wooley said mournfully, staring down at the cargo pants in his hands, missing the pouches that he wore on his belt while in armor.

Everytime i read an AU where the war ends and the clones get rights and everything i cant help but wonder how they would dress.

You have these guys who have literally NEVER had to dress themselves. There were always uniforms and they have primarily been around clones and jedi and then the war is over and they just have to start?? Wearing normal clothes??

I feel like this scenario would end in some of the most horrendous outfits the galaxy has ever seen. Just millions of very very badly dressed men.

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Din watched with wide eyes as Luke removed his helmet, going still when gentle lips brushed against the cheek curve of the beskar before the helmet was placed on the bedside table.

Those same lips touched his left, and then right vambraces before they joined the helmet.

The gauntlets got the same treatment and Din started to fumble at the armor on his own, despite denying that he was growing jealous of the sacred metal.

Luke kissing each piece of Din's armor as he takes it off to thank it for keeping him safe uh-huh yup

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As part of MerMay I am trusting the beautiful Tumblr community to help me find the artist of these pieces

I am in love with them, and I'm sure lots of you will like them (including @inkybyl hehe)

You guys have pulled through before, let's do it again!!! Rahhhhhh

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Today is the children day in my country so I draw Dinluke kids 🫵

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Mesh'la | Dinluke Some kissing and nice words for your loovee You can tell I gave up at the end but anyways !! Also I lost the brush I used for the first one so- I was gonna finish it but I felt like it was meant to be a just sketch idk I love them i can't

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grogu gettin into some MISCHIEF

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Yall dont understand my recent insanity…

This from a couple of months ago…

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Whipped up a piece for MerMay! It’s Glitch!

I’m not entirely satisfied with the lighting on this one, but I’ve fiddled around with it enough and I like it enough to post. I had a lot of fun playing around with colors and finding ways to make his environment more than just a solid blue background. Overall, I love how this turned out!

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omega

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Clone cadets photos for May the Fourth 🥰

Inspired by an ask I got suggesting an instagram type album for the clones. Unfortunately the ask got lost somehow, but I hope that person sees this post.

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Happy May the 4th Be With You!

Apparently drawing Codywan for Star Wars day is my new tradition 🥰

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It started small.

A gloved hand on a metal vambrace, the slightest pressure barely felt despite the plates of beskar and fabric.

And then the vambrace and the rest of the armor came off. The touches continued to be fleeting, barely felt pressure.

The gloves came off and he felt the smooth leather over mechanical digits with the calloused fingertips brushing over the skin of his knuckles.

His own callouses caught sun gold hair as he tied the blindfold over sky blue eyes. Fingers fumbling with the ties of the tunic before he found the soft skin beneath, making the Jedi’s breath catch, a faint whine escaping his mouth before it disappeared beneath a kiss.

But the best touch came when the helmet was removed, set down like a holy relic, before those gentle hands reached up and cupped his cheeks, a thumb carefully brushing over a cheekbone before he let his eyes fall close. He leaned into the touch, feeling his whole body relax, and felt the warmth of his lover surround him protectively, holding him safe from the rest of the galaxy.

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Din was glad for his helmet.

Sure, it protected him from death, probably more times than he could count. And the HUD was very helpful in tracking people. And it boosted the audio of his surroundings so he could listen in on conversations that helped locate his bounties.

But it did little to hide him. He was easily spotted in any sized crowd due to the silver beskar helmet, and his Creed didn’t allow him to remove it in front of anyone not of his Clan, so if there were people, he was always the Mandalorian.

But it did a great job of hiding his face.

Someone could say the most vile thing to him, and as long as he kept his body still, he could make all of the disgusted expressions he wanted without the person knowing.

Of course, if the person said the wrong thing, Din was more liable to punch them.

Luke didn’t have a helmet.

If he wanted to be incognito, he wore a cloak with a hood up.

Luke couldn’t be incognito at the political functions that his sister “invited” him to. Never demanded him to go, because Luke told Din that the best way to get funding for the Jedi was to meet with politicians.

Luke didn’t need funding for his little school. Grogu was his only student, and with Din around to watch him as well, Luke was able to leave and hunt down texts and holocrons to build the backbone of the Jedi school before more students appeared. Luke was mostly self-sufficient in his living situation, growing most of his food.

The funding was to help out the people the Force guided him to, people who just suffered a disaster or were attacked before Luke showed up.

Din decided to join Luke at the political functions, mostly fancy balls where politicians ate ridiculously tiny things and talked. Promises of money were made without the Senate there to control who or what the money went to. And since the Jedi were no longer considered an organization, it was the best way for Luke to get help.

So Din got to see Luke’s mask.

Not a physical mask.

Just facial expressions.

A calm, gentle smile, that apparently invited anyone to talk to him about everything.

Din rarely witnessed this mask, but on the occasions that he joined Luke during the fancy political balls, he got to see it in full force.

Din escorted Luke to the large room located in an embassy, gave Luke’s hand a gentle squeeze, and watched his lover walk further into the room, greeting anyone that called out to him, quite often stopping only after a few steps.

With Luke moving about the room, Din would wander over to any food table available, and build a small plate before stationing himself somewhere that he could see various exits while keeping his back protected. Nearly everyone would avoid him, and those that didn’t have him a friendly nod and smiled, but didn’t stop him.

And there he waited, watching his lover from the shadows.

Never once did that mask falter, the smile firmly in place even as Din watched Luke’s shoulder grow tense, his left hand moving to grip his right forearm where the prosthetic connected. Soon enough, Luke found a path to Din and eagerly took a few bites of food that the Mandalorian collected for him.

“How are you?” Din asked.

“I’ll survive,” Luke said with a faint smile - his real face - before rejoining the crowd.

And Din watched as his posture slowly shifted with each conversation.

Luke’s sister helped. She would claim him for a dance or say they needed to speak, taking Luke away from conversations and giving him time to relax. With her, Din was able to see Luke’s real face again. Wider smiles, laughter, and the occasional scoff at something his sister said.

But once in a while, his sister wasn’t there, and Luke couldn’t step away.

The mask was slipping.

And that was when Din would step in.

“Master Jedi,” Din said quietly at Luke’s shoulder.

Luke was startled by his appearance, but Din was fairly sure only he noticed.

“Yes?”

“Your student is asking for your presence.”

Blue eyes searched the expressionless helmet, and after a moment, Luke gave his current conversation partner a gentle smile and excused himself. Din followed after him, and once they had left the main room, Din offered the plate of food again.

“My student is asking for me?” he asked, shoving what looked like cake into his mouth.

Din shrugged. “I’m sure Grogu would like a story before he goes to sleep.”

Luke chuckled softly, looking up at Din. “Thank you for the rescue.”

“Any time.”

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Din wouldn’t consider himself to be a reader.

He had no trouble with it. It just wasn’t an activity he enjoyed on his own.

While he was between hunts, he would look for datasticks that would contain novels, probably pay more than was advisable for any sticks that contained a wide range of stories, just to bring back to the covert. Children, both born into the covert and newly rescued, enjoyed any stories, and adults also needed something to occupy their mind.

Most of the things that Din read were manuals on how to repair his ship or take care of his weapons. Since he had been using his weapons for most of his life, those types of manuals got little use. He would still read them and give the datastick to the Armorer without a word.

When Grogu came into his life, he didn’t have much time to find datasticks with children stories, but he did his best in telling the stories anyway. Near forgotten tales from his parents, old stories from his Mandalorian teachers, anything and everything was told to Grogu, though in hindsight, he probably should have censored a few of them. Though a harsh life wasn’t hidden from a Mandalorian child, and he was sure that Grogu went through more in his lifetime than most people would in three lives.

When he met Luke, the want to collect datasticks came back with a vengeance.

The Armorer told Din what to be on the look out for.

Luke told Din nothing and Din bought what he could for the Jedi.

Datasticks on gardening, on astronomy, on teaching and meditation and child rearing though Din was pretty sure that Luke had those areas covered, along with all the fictional stories. Only a fool would dismiss new information freely offered and Luke was no fool, accepting the gifted datasticks with a shy smile and fidgeting hands. Even if it wasn’t anything the Armorer asked for, Luke would copy all of it onto another datastick for Din to take to the Armorer.

The fidgeting hands went away when Din became comfortable with removing his helmet, and Luke would kiss his cheek instead.

Din never really questioned what was on the datasticks after his initial check through to see that it contained what the seller said. The datasticks that contained manuals and how-to guides were rather cheap, compared to the novels and children’s stories, so those were bought more often.

With more to read, Din always saw Luke walking around, muttering to himself as he read from a datapad. Any chance Luke got to himself, he was reading. Din and Grogu and other people could interrupt him at any time and he would answer, but the moment he was on his own again, the datapad was in hand and he moved about the area restlessly.

It was amusing, considering that Luke could sit for hours on end, meditating or teaching Grogu to meditate, or sit in his garden, patiently pulling up weeds and spreading compost.

Once in a while, Din got Luke to sit down while he read. Mostly when Din was reading as well.

Luke would join him on the couch or their bed, head resting on Din’s thigh as the two of them read quietly, Din’s fingers brushing through the soft hair of his lover. It was something the two of them shared during the quiet times of their life that didn’t need an overlap of experience. No sparring, no talking, just being together.

Despite the amount of reading Luke did, Din didn’t really see anything from the gained knowledge. Luke knew how to garden and how to meditate. He knew how to interact with children. Sure, there might have been something on the files that helped Luke, new information, but Din couldn’t look at the garden and see a difference between last year’s garden and the current one.

Unless Luke did something very specialized, apparently.

Din returned from a long hunt off planet, carrying a small bag of treats for Grogu and some special food items for Luke, when he found the Jedi at the table in the main living area. He was bent over something, so Din didn’t speak to him, not wanting to break his concentration.

It was rather late, so Din placed the food in the cabinets, and went down the hall to check on Grogu before returning to the living area. When he approached the table, Luke gave him a smile and Din was able to see what he was doing.

“You’re making a…book?”

Din had only seen books in archival images. Datapads were sturdier and easier to back up and replace, more widely used throughout the galaxy.

Luke hummed in acknowledgment as he tied off a string with sure movement. “A journal, technically, but yes.”

He held it up and Din took it, inspecting the journal curiously. “You keep a journal on a datapad,” he mused. “But now you’re trying paper? How did you get paper?”

“Well, Naboo still uses paper for some of their projects, and quite a few artists were willing to give me used paper. I told them that it was for a project of mine and the paper was going to be shredded and recycled and made into new paper and they seemed rather excited about it. What I don’t use for books gets used in the garden.”

“How many books have you made?”

“That’s my second one,” Luke confessed with a sheepish grin. “Grogu got the first one to do with as he pleased. I want to make a few more before I start the real project, so he’ll probably get this one too.”

“Real project?”

Luke moved around the table to a nearby cabinet, pulling out a box and opening it. Peering inside, Din could see a book, probably much older than what Din would guess, the spine and cover nearly falling apart.

“A rather old text,” Luke said quietly. “I found it shortly after the destruction of the last Death Star. I got the text copied down onto a datapad, but I wanted to make a physical copy. A type of meditation, maybe? Something to feel a bit more connected to the old Jedi Order.”

Din didn’t dare to touch the ancient book. “So you learned how to recycle paper and make journals?”

Luke shrugged. “Why not? It’s something new and interesting to do. Grogu enjoys playing in the paper slurry and seeing what colors he can get from the plants he uses. It keeps me occupied when you’re not here.”

Luke’s hip bumped against Din, making him smile.

“What gave you the idea?”

“The last datastick you gave me had instructions,” Luke said and Din blinked at him. “I’m not very artsy, but I can follow instructions and I can write. I just thought this was a good way to use the knowledge you gave me.”

Din chuckled and pulled him closer, kissing him gently. Luke might not have implemented the idea with him in mind, but it did make Din feel a bit more connected with his son and lover.

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My brain randomly thinking about the fanfic it wrote: “Fives would totally hook up with Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru.”