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but of all his losses, the greatest was that which came from knowledge, and from the deep recognition that he could never un-know what he knew. so many things he wished he'd never learned. he had aged with the weight of this knowledge.
[ #DUALSUNS. ] a private, low activity rp blog for luke skywalker of the star wars saga. primarily legends based with minor canon influences. written by liam, 29, he / him. affiliated with @aldereign.
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Luke Skywalker - Star Wars (2025) #2
zoya told me to get on here so hi
ੈ @dualsuns ... luke skywalker, ❝ being soft is not a weakness. ❞ ·˚
❝ is this some sort of lesson, master jedi? ❞ she asks, accompanied by a tilt of her head. she's assuming, of course, drawn to the conclusion by the flowing robes he wears ... but also, in the way the force coils around him, wrapping him in a current so strong, so pure, so luminously alive. she's never brushed against anything like it before.
it couldn't be ... could it? the rebels talk stories of the daring pilot who destroyed the death star, and of the same pilot who's trained in the forgotten ways of the jedi. aerith's steps are unhurried as she toddles closer, following a soft, arching path toward him. her hands clasped loosely behind her back, and her gaze of emerald brights study him.
❝ you are a jedi, aren't you? i'm just guessing .... from the robes, at least. ❞ her chin tips toward the fabric draped about him, as she finally stops before him, her presence a strange contrast to the hardened bustle of the rebel base. ❝ we don't get many jedi around these parts. none at all, in fact. ❞
❝ more like an observation. ❞ an even answer, neither warm nor cold, he nonchalantly follows along as she searches him over. luke doesn't mind. he can hardly find fault in curiosity. it's precisely as she said: jedi are scarce, practically nonexistent. actually meeting one is a once in a lifetime chance. considering his own reactions to obi-wan and yoda, doing so would only make him a hypocrite.
but there's more going on here, too. something new, something different. lurking beneath the surface. he was sure he had sensed it. the same force flowing within him, flowing within her. binding them together. it's no wonder she had sought him out.
❝ that's right. i am. ❞ he says bluntly, nodding for clarification's sake. should he go unheard amidst unfolding chaos. ❝ and please, call me luke — just luke. what's your name? ❞
the rotj novelization is out to get me specifically
The origin of his black fit!
He started wearing the ROTJ fit following this storyline, and I think it’s very endearing that the decision seemingly came from getting one simple compliment 🥺
(From Star Wars 2020, Issue #28)
rewatching return of the jedi and loving how luke tries (and fails) to use a jedi mind trick on jabba while leia just threatens to blow him the fuck up with a thermal detonator
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i hate that i'm back to e-begging, it's a position i've never wanted to be in ever again, but the landlord just burst in through my door today demanding $1400 in back rent today. i've had a bad run of months where i simply wasn't getting enough shifts to cover all my rent (the restaurant is moving venues) and now i've dug myself a hole i can't get out of. i've tried my best to pay most of it off while looking for a new job/new apartment but i guess the stars just didn't align. it's my fault, i know it's my fault, but right now i don't have another option
i'm a trans woman living abroad if that's worth any sympathy, idk
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Luke Skywalker | illustrated by Serg Acuna
silence carves the space, thick and absolute, as though even the stars beyond the hull hold their breath. his presence announces itself long before the boy dares to turn: the rasp of the respirator, the weight of armored steps echoing across the chamber floor. ( he should feel nothing. he has trained himself in shadow and fury, hollowed out the man until only vader remained. and yet, the boy. the boy stirs embers he thought long buried beneath ash. ) luke turns. their gazes lock, though his own eyes are hidden, veiled behind durasteel and myth. anakin feels it anyway, that flicker of recognition, that dangerous spark that threatens to undo them both.
❝ …you. ❞ the word trembles, torn between defiance and disbelief. anakin tastes it like blood in his mouth. he takes a step closer. every line of his body promises menace, yet inside, the fracture widens. ( mine. my son. the galaxy will call me monster, but he—he should be the one to call me father. ) the boy’s hand twitches toward the saber at his hip. anakin feels the motion, calculates the distance, but does not strike. instead he lets the silence hang, heavy as a blade yet to fall. he studies the boy, so much of padmé in his eyes, so much of himself in the stubborn jaw. ( light, when he has been darkness too long. ) ❝ i am not here to frighten you, luke. ❞ the lie tastes strange. ❝ i am here because you and i are the same. ❞ his gauntlet flexes once at his side, a betrayal of tremor. softer, almost careful: ❝ and whether you fear me or not changes nothing. ❞ @dualsuns
lips part a fraction. a word, no, a name, fighting to escape the tightening grip of his tongue. freedom doesn't come. only further silence, filling the space between them. piling onto a deep, deep darkness threatening to swallow the galaxy whole. listening to the voice, an eerie, horrible sound grating against his ears, his gloved hand twitches forward. reaches for his lightsaber. luke grips the hilt. fingers firm, shaking. but the blade doesn't ignite. never bleeds the room green. he remembers dagobah. the cave. the rash actions, the visions that followed. a chilling reminder not to act. to this lesson, he obliges.
❝ vader. ❞ it leaves him hushed, a near-whisper. loud enough to be heard over the respirator. the truth is nearly there in the palm of his hand, but luke can't quite grab for it. hasn't yet accepted the true identity of the masked figure before him. ❝ we aren't— i could never— ❞ i know what happened, he wants to say. i know you are the man who betrayed and murdered my father. luke grits his teeth, rage erupting. burning him. ben's stories won't help now. ❝ we're nothing alike, darth — i don't care what you say. ❞
Pages from Star Wars #43, by Stephen Cummings, Jethro Morales, and Wayne Faucher.
now rewatching esb for the 50982454th time and cannot get over yoda's introduction scenes knowing he deliberately crashed luke's x-wing into the swamp and then proceeded to troll luke the entire time for the sole purpose of testing his patience (all while being annoyed he had to deal w luke bc he wanted to train leia as a jedi instead)
You know what? I'm gonna say it. There are some characters who are GOOD and that is a CHOICE that is INTRINSIC to their character. There are some characters who wake up every morning and make the choice to be a good person in the face of a world that gives them every reason not to. There are some characters who "deserve a dark side arc" or "have a right to be a little evil after everything they've been through" and they actively choose to deny themselves that right because even after everything they still choose to do the right thing and to help people and to love everyone even after it breaks them and THAT'S what makes them such a good character— the very fact THAT they could easily but CHOOSE to do right instead. There are some characters whose choice to be good is an intrinsic facet of their character and to take that away from them is to take away everything that makes them such a compelling character in the first place.
he is well-intentioned, luke skywalker, and that is enough to warrant him grace. naturally, viktor had heard tales of his exploits, the stories of his valiant fight against the empire trickled down the running streams of information that filtered itself through the stars. his knowledge of skywalker does not consist of word of mouth alone, of course : the death of the emperor and empire, the death of vader, was a cosmic event, felt in the bones of every force-sensitive across the galaxy — the balance had shifted. as far as he may have been from the war, truth always finds its way to him, to latveria. and now, skywalker has found his way, here, too.
latveria. his latveria. an overwhelmingly verdant planet lush with forest and pine as much as it is with cryptic secrets and primeval knowledge. viktor likes to imagine that the beating heart of himself is intertwined with the planet's core, but there are things that she hides from him, still, knowledge of such a high caliber that it demands great effort. as loath as he is to admit it, there are times where even his options are extinguished. in that, it does not surprise him that the skywalker appeared to him now. viktor is a prideful man, but he is also insatiably curious. it is for the sake of scientific curiosity that he lies down his ego ( he tries to remind himself. )
viktor had lead luke deep into the depths of one of latveria's many forests and had subsequently brought him to a small, old, moss-covered shrine. the cold, near-obsidian stone of the building had corroded over time, opening it to the wilderness, and the wilderness had reclaimed it. where there was once a roof, there is none, now, and light trickles in through the limbs of the trees that canopy overhead. it is overgrown with flora; trees are attempting to invade it. many roots and vines have grown over the walls and now stretch their long tendrils towards what lies in the center of the temple, raised on a flat surface.
❝ here it is, ❞ viktor says, ❝ your holocron. ❞
like the planet that it has found a home in, it bleeds green. what appears to be the dark roots of some plant or tree that surrounds it has ingrained itself in its crevices, gripping the holocron covetously. it pulses faintly with a dull energy, hindered. trapped, perhaps. running along the roots seem to be small, scattered buds of some kind, waiting to bloom. they glow with the same energy as the holocron.
❝ despite my best efforts — ❞ ( and there is a touch of bitterness that infects his words, here. ) ❝ — i have been unable to open it, let alone remove it from this place. ... the trees refuse to lessen their grip. ❞ he gestures towards it, bidding luke to examine it for himself. ❝ what do you make of it, skywalker? ❞ / @dualsuns
latveria had been calling him. for some time, now. reaching out through the force itself. manifesting in dreams, visions. their full meaning unclear. each unique. each different. in some, he'd see the edge of a forest. lush, sprawling, ancient. covering the deep woods within in shadow. in others, he'd find himself standing in a shrine. proud, imposing. forgotten. trapped under vines eating away at its decaying remains. it's why he had departed coruscant post-haste, fully assuring han and leia his little trip would last a few days. that he would, hopefully, return with answers.
❝ thank you, viktor. this means a great deal. ❞ wise and diplomatic, the spitting image of a fine jedi knight. a lightsaber firmly attached to his belt. sporting black robes the knights of old would simply scoff at. leaning forward, blue eyes narrow. inspecting the mysterious holocron. luke makes no attempt to dislodge the device, should such actions disturb its resting place, possibly putting them both in danger. instead, he breathes. just breathes. eyes closing shut. grasping the force itself. letting the energy ebb and flow. pushing out, pushing in. extending from himself, to viktor, bindng latveria together. perhaps the entire galaxy if he willed it.
❝ i'm... not sure. ❞ brows creased, evidently confused. his voice teeters dangerously on frustration. luke buries his feelings without a thought, keeping pride and ego in check. prioritizing the matter at hand. he faces viktor, determined. ever resolute. ❝ judging by the design, this holocron must be of jedi origin. ❞ a gloved hand directs the other's attention along pulsating roots, noting the holocron's cubic shape. the blue light. faint, dying, its color clear all the same.
❝ do you know if the order had a presence on latveria? ❞ he can't help himself from wondering if ben or yoda would have known — if the jedi masters would bother telling him. luke stops, recognizng he's getting ahead of himself. swallows thick resentment down his throat. ❝ surely my predecessors left this behind for a reason... i can't begin to imagine why they came here. chose this world, this place. ❞
