in a galaxy far, far away

[ LUKE /luk/ ( NOUN ) : LIGHT; LIGHT-GIVING; BRINGER OF LIGHT ] an independent and selective [ LUKE SKYWALKER ] based on george lucas' [ STAR WARS ] written by amira, est. 12:12:16

[tatooineknights]

someone: luke we are under attack this is very serious!

luke:

[jcnnah]

        ❛  𝐈'𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐀 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔.  then again, seemed you were largely the 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍 in all of those.   ❜   the jedi master luke skywalker, by all accounts of the first order exceedingly powerful ; once influential but now inconsequential.  it’s a story she hasn’t yet pieced together – the narrative undoubtedly twisted to suit the needs of those that wielded the power. 

        but the man stands before her now, and all she can sense is a deep sadness.  none of the grandeur placed upon his name is present, though the power remains there nonetheless. with decision made, she dips her head in a nod.      ❛   i’m jannah.   ❜  // @𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄​

[forcescnsitive]

A QUIET CHUCKLE leaves him, the sound soured and wistful. His eyes are soft in their tired, seasoned patience, and it takes him a moment to meet her gaze.  ❛ OF COURSE. ❜ He nods. Part of him is curious, wants to hear the specifics of his alleged villainy; the rest of him feels sickened at the thought, his stomach moments away from dropping. He can imagine what was said. That is enough.

❛ Jannah. ❜ He repeats her name. As he says it, he looks at her-- really looks at her-- and at once he feels it. Not just the pain in her, not just the past that clings to her, but the force. Its presence is undeniable, natural. His eyebrows draw together momentarily. ❛ -- where do you come from, Jannah? ❜

[rogueone]

[quietmonologues]

“I want to come with you to Alderaan. There’s nothing for me here now. I want to learn the ways of the Force, and become a Jedi like my father.”

[forcescnsitive]

just started my last semester of college, so expect a dip in activity 

[promptsareus-blog1]

For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses.

[forcescnsitive]

updated my rules! there aren’t really any huge changes, but check them out if you feel so inclined 

[bisexualopinions]

“do you like boys or girls?” yes.

[forcescnsitive]

[ homemade gift ] + small wooden carving of the Falcon

SOFT INTERACTIONS: ACCEPTING

A WOOLLY HAND DESCENDS onto his own open palmed one, placing a small object into his grip. Luke looks up at the other with an eyebrow raised, a curious, crooked smile on his lips. He can tell by Chewie’s posture alone that whatever it is he just handed him, he’s proud of, so the young Jedi wastes no time in examining it. 

His mouth opens in disbelief for a moment– the miniature Falcon in his hand is no doubt hand made, its markings both energetic and precise, as one could only expect from Chewbacca. His face lights up in a smile. Nobody has ever given him anything like this before– a tiny, lovingly made trinket just for him. His heart swells and he finds himself launching his comparatively tiny frame at the Wookiee in a hug. 

❛ – thanks, pal. This is beautiful. ❜

[gffa]

STAR WARS DOCTOR APHRA #30 | Star Wars: Greatest Moments Variant cover by Adam Hughes

[bear1na]

Star Wars #16 by Stuart Immonen *

[forcescnsitive]

forcestrng·:

       she glances over at him, taking a moment to gather his reaction before turning away to grab a hold of her staff. if luke didn’t want to talk about how he felt being back here —- she wouldn’t mention it. rey’s no stranger to keeping things hidden. she might be blunt and open to what surrounded her, but when it came to how she felt, she was good at keeping her mouth shut. (  it was something she had to work on  ).

she attaches her staff to her back, making sure it won’t budge as she moves, stepping off the ship with him. she felt a pang at how much it reminded her of jakku. it was different, but … she could see where the similarities laid. rey drags her gaze away from the sight to look at her master, head moving in a short nod. “  i assume you know which way we’re going?  “

HE SENSES IT in her, too. Tatooine is certainly not Jakku, but there is plenty in common; he can’t help but wonder if she misses it at all, the way he found himself missing this old rock at times. The little things, the simple things. The familiarity of it, as barren and hopeless as that familiarity often felt. He casts a quick glance her way-- externally she appears unmoved. He leaves it alone, just as she had done for him. 

❛ Of course. ❜  The words come in an amused burst, his voice gruff. ❛ I know every inch of this place. ❜ 

The sound of his walking stick piercing dense sand is all the noise he offers for a while; his eyes are almost squeezed shut entirely against the unrelenting presence of the dual suns. He listens for the consistent sound of her feet in the sand, not bothering to turn and look. It isn’t until they approach a synstone hut that the Jedi speaks again. 

❛ THIS IS THE PLACE. ❜ 

[archiveminded]

     QUICK FEET carried her through the halls of the base with speed, eyes never once looking up from the datapad in her hands. she could hear the various footsteps of her fellow resistance fighters, so alorré was able to quickly avoid a collision. however as she rounded a corner, she failed to hear the soft footsteps of the other before her and ran directly into them.

     the datapad tumbled to the ground, and she was quick to pick it up while speaking,   “ oh, i’m so sorry, i - ”   voice cuts off as she sees the man before her, jaw dropping slightly. “oh. m-master skywalker.”

@forcescnsitive​ liked for a starter

[forcescnsitive]

MASTER SKYWALKER. The title hits him harder than the actual collision. Maybe he ought to be used to it by now, but there’s that part of him-- the humble farm boy part, namely-- that winces a bit each time he hears it. He may be a Jedi, but he hardly feels like a master. Still, he stifles any indication of discomfort on his face, collecting himself with an amiable smile. 

❛ -- Oh, don’t worry about it, I should have been paying better attention.❜ He nods to her datapad. ❛ Must be important. Not broken, is it?❜ 

[angelprompts]

❣️                             SOFT   INTERACTIONS  !

send  one  of  these  in  to  see  my  muse’s  reaction  (  add “ +reverse”  for  my  muse  to  do  the  action  to  yours ) .

[ crawl ]  for  your  muse  to  crawl  into  bed  with  mine .

[ flower ]  for  your  muse  to  offer  my  muse  their  favourite  flower .

[ slow dance ]  for  your  muse  to  ask  my  muse  to  slow  dance .

[ gift ]  for  your  muse  to  surprise  my muse  with  a  gift  ( & bonus if you add what the fit is ) .

[ homemade gift ]  for  your  muse  to  make  my  muse  a  gift    ( & bonus if you add what the fit is ) .

[ serenade ]  for  your  muse  to  sing  to  my  muse .

[ embrace ]  for  your  muse  to  pull  my  muse  into  a  tight  embrace .

[ caress ]  for  your  muse  to  gently  run  their  hand  down  my  muse’s  face .

[ caught ]  for  your  muse  to  catch  my  muse  wearing  their  shirt .

[ love letter ]  for  your  muse  to  give  my  muse  a  love  letter  they  wrote  for  them

[ boop ]  for  your  muse  to  boop  my  muse  on  the  nose .

[ date? ]  for  your  muse  to  ask  my  muse  to  go  on  a  date .

[ confess ]  for  your  muse  to  confess  their  feelings  to  my  muse .

[ sleepy ]  for  your  muse  to  slowly  fall  alseep  on  my  muse’s  lap .

[freedompersonified]

aurorasmemes‌:

reblog this if you are a canon divergent portrayal out of pure fucking saltiness towards the canon

[partisanos-a-deactivated2025010]

caring: accepting. forcescnsitive said: ❝ i’ll do what i have to. ❞

Its such a profoundly sad phrase, no matter how many times he’s heard it, from the mouth of a soldier, a survivor, even a hardened officer; it breaks his heart every time. ‘You don’t have to do anything,’ he wants to say, but he knows, understands the time they live in, what that need to do something means, how it turns into a commandment inside the heart. They must, because the alternative is too terrible, and wishing it wasn’t won’t change a thing. It’s why he’s there too, doing whatever he can, however small.

“I know,” he looks up from the bandage and gives his best reassuring smile, none of the sadness is allowed to worry his rebels, that one is his to keep. “I know it can’t be easy but you’ll be okay. People are always stronger than they believe.”

[forcescnsitive]

LUKE WATCHES THE MEDIC carefully, paying no mind to his own newly applied bandages. He sees the sadness in the other, or perhaps-- simply feels it. His expression softens in response to the smile Ikal offers, his own muted one mirrored back. ❛ Yeah. Thank you.  ❜ The words sound more somber than he intends, so he continues. ❛ I can see that in you. You’ll be okay, too.  ❜

The pilot rises from the medbay cot he had reluctantly sat upon earlier. A numb pain blooms along his spine and shoulders as he tries to adjust to standing up. He spent all those years as a child daydreaming about piloting an X-wing, but never stopped to consider how badly banged up a fighter could get in the heat of battle. Now the pain is hard to ignore; never mind the visual shock of the deep shades of blue and purple that line his bare body whenever he happens to look. 

❛-- you wouldn’t-- ❜ He stifles a groan, looking to Ikal with a wince. ❛ -- have any sort of thing for the pain?  ❜

[thereigning-lorelai]

welcome home.