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artanis-draws · 4 months
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Din just enjoying this intimate moment, touching faces and feeling bare skin without his helmet is a rarity 🖤🤭 What a shame that we‘re interrupting them 🫣
Kinda happy how this turned out 🤔 especially Luke’s fluffy golden hair 😍
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noramsblog · 3 months
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Some scenes for the tangled au
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beskarfrog · 10 months
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oh come ye back my own true love and stay a while with me
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milaghoul · 4 months
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throwing my dinluke debut out there with these wip scribbles
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thewriterowl · 9 months
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Luke: (watching Din land before him and hurrying over, getting scooped in his arms) Hi sweetie!
Din: Luke, cyare, you scared me! I didn't know where you were or what happened!
Luke:....I just went to get a smoothie. I've been gone for ten minutes.
Din: You should've told me! I was so worried. I didn't know what happened! It was horrible. Don't leave me again.
Luke:...what did you do.
Din: I only mildly panicked.
(explosion in the distances followed by screaming)
Din: Very mildly panicked.
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heartistii · 1 year
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sketches for the royalty au from @nyxietes
aka where luke and leia had a normal childhood and got raised as prince and princess of naboo. hence why they attend all sorts of events and din attends one of them 🫣
this should be the moment when they first see each other at a ball... tbh i just really wanted to draw them in some pretty royal clothes,,, and din is without helmet bc i wanted to draw his face skdhjs ignore how ooc this is
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omgahgase · 11 months
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dinluke one-shot
i wrote this on twitter with no real plot in mind but with the long-felt need to have luke want to reach out to din, only to have din do it instead. it's my first work for dinluke so go easy on me pls 🫡
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Luke always tentatively brushes his fingers against Din’s when they walk together in markets because he can never bring himself to fully grasp Din’s hand. He thinks he’s not allowed to, that Din will brush him off after the next touch of fingertips, but he doesn’t.
So, Luke continues, pretending that it’s just accidental when they’re pressed shoulder to shoulder in a crowded area. When like this, Luke will drink up what he can, because he’s greedy when it comes to Din. It’s a trait no Jedi should acknowledge, yet Luke clearly knows it’s deeply rooted in him for he wants Din all the time. He wants to touch him freely, without the armor and gloves. He wants to stare at Din unrestricted, with no visor between them so Luke can get his fill of the handsome man that he saw once and never again after that.
Luke wants to run his fingers through Din’s curls. Kiss his nose. His cheeks. His lips. Feel the hair of his mustache and beard rub against his face where his skin will bloom red under Din’s ministrations, catching the affection between every atom shared in their space. Luke wants so much from Din just within the few months they've been co-training Grogu that it scares him, this all consuming fire that may burn him from the inside out.
Luke wants what he knows he can’t have, so instead of acting on his desires, he feigns ignorance and hopes that Din will push him away—that his hand won’t be there for Luke to fleetingly caress in a half millisecond of contact. So that he can take his rejection in stride.
Din never does push Luke away, though.
Instead, after the fifth or sixth time Luke's knuckles grazes across the back of Din's hand, Din releases a huff that crackles through his modulator, sounding just as tired as he does when Grogu escapes his room and goes frog hunting before dawn.
“If you want to hold my hand, Luke,” Din says, startling something fierce behind Luke’s ribs at being caught, “then you don’t need my permission.”
Luke, ever the level headed Jedi he’s been trained to be, doesn’t sputter a half-assed excuse of forced proximity via milling market patrons. He doesn’t, no matter what Artoo may have caught on holocam. Din sighs, this one a tell Luke is intimately familiar with.
Then, as if it’s the easiest thing in the galaxy for him to do, graced with what feels like decades of practice despite only knowing each other for less than a year’s worth, Din captures Luke’s hand and laces their fingers together. Tight. Unyielding. Locked in.
Din slots their fingers into the spaces between each other’s and tugs, pulling Luke away from the fruit stand he’s so intelligently frozen in front of. With his mouth open, no less. Artoo thrills, amused, and says something about sending that photo to Leia.
Luke ignores him because it’s easy to let his mind go blank and be weightlessly pulled through the crowd, following Din like a puppet on a string. What he can’t ignore is the heat between their palms, warming Luke’s flesh hand to the bone. The heat travels up his arm, his chest, his neck. Until it feels like a magma explosion that rivals Mustafar breaks the surface of his skin and spills across his face, heating his cheeks to a scorching degree.
‘Din’s holding my hand,’ Luke thinks, his inner voice so doped up on Din’s touch that he sounds stupid even to himself. ‘Din’s actually holding my hand. He wants to hold my hand.’
“I’ve wanted to for a while now.”
Oh.
Oh Force. Luke hopes Artoo didn’t catch his blunder or else Han is going to get wind of this too and Luke is not mentally prepared for that.
“I always want to hold your hand,” Din says simply, as if it’s obvious. “I just never know when it's the right time. You get jumpy.”
“I do not,” Luke protests. Artoo beeps an agreement the same time Grogu flashes an image of Luke, skittish and flustered and—oh. He is jumpy around Din. Okay. Well. That’s not embarrassing. Hopefully Leia and Han will enjoy this prime time disaster because Luke is a mess.
“It’s alright, Luke,” Din reassures, rubbing soothing circles over Luke's thumb and, wow. Isn’t that something? “I like when you’re nervous.”
Before Luke can jump to defend himself because—uh, rude. Din finds enjoyment in Luke’s gay panic? That’s mean—Din is tugging Luke close to his side, pressed against his arm where Grogu can latch onto Luke as well from his buir’s shoulder bag.
“It makes me feel like I have nothing to be scared of."
“You’re scared of something?” Luke asks, incredulous. Din’s not scared of much, so this must be terrifying. “What are you scared of?”
Din’s quiet for a moment, but in the deafening, ever boisterous ruckus of the market, Luke can feel the frantic thrum of his heart in his palm. And it’s the loudest thing Luke’s ever heard.
“That my desire for more than what I’m allowed to have when it comes to you,” Din says, “Will one day consume me entirely.”
Stars. Luke didn’t know his body could feel like this. Happiness. Surprise. Disbelief. Emotions that he can’t even name let alone register how he’s experiencing them all at once. Luke didn’t know it’s possible for Din to feel them too either, and yet. It’s as clear in the Force as if Luke’s looking right at them. Dripping from Din like a cracked dam that’s moments away from bursting.
Din’s small, heartfelt confession is soon lost in the noise of the market, but its effect lingers.
Din wants more. He wants more than what he thinks he’s allowed to have. How much more, exactly? And is it as much as Luke wants? Artoo ramming into Luke’s calf breaks him out of his fleeting stupor and, eventually, Luke voices the first thing that comes to mind.
“Then I guess it will consume us both.”
The sharp crackle of Din’s modulator is as big an indicator as ever when Luke absolutely refuses to face him with his cheeks as red as Artoo says. He just stares ahead, focused on the crack of a flag flying high above a drink stand and hopes Din doesn’t notice the tremble in his hand. He does, of course, because Din notices everything about Luke just as much as Luke notices everything about him.
Din releases Luke's hand and slides the broad of his palm across Luke's waist, settling on his hip quick enough so Luke doesn’t miss the warmth of his touch. And Din stays there. Flexing his fingers over Luke’s robes and burning a mark through three layers of clothing. His grip is tight. Unyielding. Locked on. It’s the most secured Luke's felt in a long time.
“Yes,” Din agrees, stepping closer so they can walk in sync with not an inch of space between them. “I guess it will.”
And Luke, the ever level headed Jedi he’s been trained to be, is alright with that.
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phoenixkaptain · 2 years
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BobaDinLuke is funny for innumerous reasons but chief among them is that Luke is not only dating the ruler of Mandalore, he’s also dating one of Jango Fett’s clones, and the mental image I have of Anakin seeing his son’s boyfriends for the first time and just immediately turning to Obi-Wan, arms crossed, frowning, “This is your influence.”
I just find the idea of Anakin and Padme blaming Luke’s taste in men on Obi-Wan very funny
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multiver-s · 3 months
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j-mysticalien · 4 months
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Besties I need some new Dinluke fic recs I feel like its one of those moods
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maered613 · 8 months
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NRC Archives, May 25 1983, the Tonight Show Starring Orson Krennic, Guests; Carson Teva, Luke Skywalker [Krennic]: You were in the biggest band in the world. Aren’t you worried you’re gonna flop by yourself? Would be pretty embarrassing. [Skywalker]: Oh, well I am now. [Audience Laughter] [Krennic]: Look, I’ve gotta ask- [Skywalker]: I’m sure you do. [Krennic]: the Rebellion announces a tv special with footage of you recording what will be your last album, Millenium, followed by a concert special. But then next thing we know, the specials’ taken off tv listings, you play a random untelevised rooftop concert, album doesn’t even surface for a few more months and then you announce you’re broken up! Everyone’s dying to know- what the heck happened? None of you have said anything since! [Skywalker]: None of the stories that people tell about us can change what really happened. [Krennic]: So then.. what? [Silence as the Camera focuses on Skywalker] [Skywalker]: (Sighs) Do you really want to know? ——- 3 Grammys, multi- multi platinum records, sold-out world tours, multiple #1s. The Rebellion was the biggest band in the world, until it wasn’t.
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artanis-draws · 5 months
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“Just take that off!”
Look at those two space idiots 🖤😁🖤
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jaebeanie · 1 year
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DINLUKE AU SERIES OPENING TITLES
Yesterday I got the idea of a DinLuke/Poldark AU in my head. But I am no fanfic writer, so I made an opening for a DinLuke AU TV Series.  Or, as a fanfic trailer? (If you have a fanfic you feel has the vibes of this opening, or you wanna write one for this opening, let me know so I can link it in!)
Originally I wanted to do a Cowboy AU, but all the footage of young Mark is very grainy, so I changed it up a bit. 
Would anyone like me to make a trailer for their DinLuke fanfic? Fire a wee PM at me! (I make no promises, but can at least give it a go). 
Enjoy this DinLuke Historical/Poldark/Cowboy/WhateverYouWant AU! 
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livesoffcoco · 2 months
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Luke going from Don't Go Insane by DPR Ian to STUPID IN LOVE by Max featuring Yunjin once he meets Din, the extremely reluctant ruler of Mandalore
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technicolor-143 · 9 months
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Nah cause why are the songs “Back to the Old House” by The Smiths and “Gone, gone, gone” by Phillip Phillips so Dinluke coded???
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Wazzup do you think you’ll write anything in Luke’s perspective in the Dangerous Dreams universe and how do you think his inner voice would differ from Din’s? Caught up to “The Suns” atm and I love how you simultaneously write Luke as this quietly-scarred and guarded yet vulnerable figure through Din’s eyes
Hello there! Finally getting around to answering this.
I've thought on and off about the Dangerous Dreams series from Luke's perspective. I've wondered about his mental state and how he felt about the daunting task of preserving and reviving the Jedi Order on his own - because at the time I was writing, no other Jedi was stepping forward and up -and how much of his calm, serene personality was projection for the uncertainty and insecurity he must feel. But he is a Jedi, the last one that he knows, and a Rebel hero, and those are some heavy burdens to bear.
But the Mandalorian knows nothing about him. The Mandalorian knows the bare minimum about the galactic civil war and knows even less about the Jedi, and I imagine that is why Luke allows himself to breathe, to relax, to let the cracks show. Shit, I'm a few years older than he was at the end of Season 2 and while I accomplished significantly less, I was also still lost as fuck, and I want to imagine that there is some of that in him. He is a Rebel hero and a Jedi Knight who has been through Some Shit, and he is still finding his way. And then he runs into someone whose only expectation of him is to be a good teacher and caretaker for Grogu.
I suppose that's my jumping-off point for characterizing Luke. I won't know if I'll dabble in revisiting moments in the series from Luke's POV until I'm done with the final story, but it's certainly something to keep in mind.
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