A Tusken Gifting Grogu A Stuffed Bantha As Cobb And Din Look On.

i draw a weird amount of “Boba having a Moment” panels

To the friends who's always there for us 🤎

Digital painting webtoon (or idk how to call it even) "Tatooine sunsets" part 1. Read pt2 here

My contribution to @clanoftwoweek except I ignored the prompts because I just wanted to draw some father/son shenanigans. Life with toddlers…. I know it well.

More of my sketches of these two: https://sarahluann.tumblr.com/post/644563840438304768/today-for-my-100-day-project-i-did-a-bunch-of

https://sarahluann.tumblr.com/post/646491301998657536/so-people-keep-liking-and-sharing-these-and-i

Because I keep forgetting this headcanon and need to remind myself:

The Armorer studies the fighting style of all the Mandalorians in their covert. Each one she watches, notes their strengths and weaknesses, and adjusts their armor accordingly as resources allow. All warriors are unique, and despite their many strengths, all have at least one weakness that could prove fatal. She realizes early on that Din Djarin always tends to lead with his right shoulder and consequently takes most of his hits there (check out chapters 1, 2, and 12 for starters, I think there’s more as well). So when he brings back an ingot of pure beskar, it’s not just idle fancy that leads her to immediately make him a right pauldron first off.

The vod has a blind spot the size of a bantha over this shoulder, she thinks as she forges the gleaming beskar. But perhaps I can help him keep this arm yet.

Felt a little down lately so I tried to lighten up my mood a bit with some Baby ‘Soka doodles 🥺🧡

Also I can’t tell if my tooka looks cute or cursed, lmao

by far the stupidest idea 4 a comic ive ever had and that's saying a LOT coming from me <3

Boba's dead but boy was it funny- 😂🤣

Founds a GREAT set of incorrect quotes from @incorrect-mandalorian and RAN with the idea!!

Oof.//somewhere in hoth

Your headcanon of The Armored having already adopted Boba and Fennec sight unseen is DEEPLY making me look forward to when they all do meet.

I have written them meeting a few times, but haven't yet found a version I'm super happy with. I'll get there eventually.

In the meantime, have this bit of Paz and Din being told off in front of Luke, Boba, and Fennec. In this little bit, Paz has been refusing to train with Luke and Din's youngest sister started a rumor that he and Luke were an item.

-----------

Buir turned around and identified Luke immediately. She left Din and Paz to go stand in front of him (still ignoring Fett and Fennec somehow) and held out a hand. Luke was enraptured by her helmet. It took him a moment to notice the hand. When he did, he dropped Fennec, and, to Din’s utter shock, took it, dipped his head and brought buir’s knuckles to his bare forehead.

Paz’s hand came up behind Din’s neck to squeeze at it in equal anxiety.

Buir watched this in complete silence. Luke released her hand and lifted his eyes.

Buir held his gaze for a long moment before wrenching her body around to practically glow with fury at Din and Paz.

This time, Paz and Din executed a long-practiced maneuver called ‘huddle and pray.’

“He does not need to be asked for respect,” buir said with perfect consonants.

Scary. So scary. There was nothing to say to her now.

“Why must I ask this from my own son and comrade, and yet the ancestral enemy gives it without hesitation or stumble, hm?” buir asked.

There was literally nothing to say. Buir knew this. She held the silence before rounding on Luke again and gently taking his hand in hers.

“You are a very sweet boy, I see this,” she said. “Forgive my children, they are under-socialized and we lost the smaller one down a mine when he was young. He has never fully recovered.”

Um? Din had, actually?

It took about fifteen years and was not helped by Paz telling him that bats would nest in his ears at night if he didn’t turn over often enough, but he’d gotten there in the end, hadn’t he?

Fett lifted his eyes to the sky and pressed a fist into his nose and mouth next to Luke. He appeared to be blinking back tears.

“It’s an honor to meet you,” Luke said in the meantime. “And it’s alright. I fell into a cistern when I was three and now have a petrifying fear of drowning. Din has been nothing but kind to me. And I’m sure that Paz is a nice person deep down. Somewhere.”

“You poor thing,” buir crooned. “Your optimism hurts my eyes, but I will accept this kindness on behalf of our covert. Thank you for your efforts in attempting to teach Paz through non-violence, although I have some recommendations for you. Namely, a motivator.”

Paz whimpered into a palm. Din cringed.

“His name is Ban,” buir said. “He is useless to us all, and unfortunately our founding elder’s grandchild. But he has done much reading on you, my dear, and he is enthused to provide you with the means you need to keep Paz focused on lessons.”

Luke frowned and cocked his head.

“I’m not sure I understand, Ms.—uh—”

“You may call me ‘Goran,’” buir said benevolently. “It means ‘Armorer’ in our language. And perhaps I was being too delicate. What I mean is that Paz learns best when complex maneuvers have absorbed his anxious energy. Ban is his assigned provider, since Din has helpfully evicted himself from the position, and I am pleased to say that he is the most exhausting of the current line-up. I will set him to assignments in and around this moon so that Paz will have things to do in the space between your lessons. This should alleviate some of the pressure on you in the meantime.”

Luke forgot to blink for a good ten seconds.

“You’re giving me another Mandalorian?” he asked.

“A worse one, yes,” buir said.

Fett wiped at his streaming eyes.

Din couldn’t stand by in silence any more.

“Buir,” he said, shoving Paz away from him so that he could come and brush the tips of his gloves against her elbow. “Luke already has—”

“So familiar,” buir scolded immediately.

Luke’s eyebrows shot up. Din didn’t bother, he backtracked.

“Jedi Skywalker already has more Mandalorians than he can deal with,” he said. “He’ll be uncomfortable with Ban’s energy, even in short bursts. I’ll volunteer to do the work. Paz and I can hunt together. It will be sufficient; we can keep each other in line.”

The silence that followed was not comforting. It spoke of a scowl and a whole lot of skepticism.

“Did I say ‘Din?’” she asked.

No.

“When did I say ‘Din?’”

She hadn’t.

“Funny. That’s what I thought, too.”

Fett covered his whole face and shook.

“You are busy, ad’ika. Stressed, I’m sure,” buir said sympathetically, “You stand here before me in a shocking state. We will handle that momentarily, whoever touched your helmet last deserves to be boiled.”

Fennec stood up on her own power abruptly and dragged Luke off-balance.

“Goran,” she said with the utmost respect, “Perhaps you would do us the honor of overseeing Vizsla’s training? See, Luke is scared of him, aren’t you, Luke?”

Luke tried to pull out of Fennec’s grip with no success.

“I’m fine, actually,” he said.

“He’s miserable,” Fennec said over him. “He messages me in tears every night.”

“I do?” Luke asked.

Fennec crammed the side of her boot into his as a threat. Buir chose not to read into any of that. Her bullshit threshold was too high after Din and Paz within three feet of each other for more than five minutes now.

“I’m afraid that my responsibilities do not allow me to maintain this kind of surveillance over an individual member,” she said with perfect diplomacy. “Ban will report back to me, as will Paz should Ban make more than his share of nuisances. Is this satisfactory to you, Jedi Skywalker?”

Luke was trapped between a rock and a hard place, but not without hope. He gazed over buir’s shoulder to Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker, who had apparently chosen to limit those who could see them for the moment. Kenobi tossed up a finger and did a fun little spin and a jog. Luke’s father glanced after him and gestured that they’d be right back.

Luke cleared his throat.

“If you would allow me to consult with my Master,” he said. “Just one moment.”

He wriggled out of Fennec’s grip and bounded off in the direction that his father stood. Together, they chased after Kenobi.

tips for writing Star Wars fanfic/Star Wars roleplay things

it’s not concrete; it’s duracrete

viewports are the windows on ships

not a plane; ship or speeder

it’s not steel; it’s durasteel

books are rare; holorecords or datapads

it’s not a glass pane it’s transparisteel

caf is the equivalent of coffee

it’s not paper it’s a flimsi

medcenter is a hospital

Star Wars can be very similar to things we’re already used to, but getting familiar with some of these terms can make your writing really fit in with the universe