Someone's A Tired Dad...

My hand slipped again because I can't help drawing them

Meet the Coruscant Guards! <3

I really like these boys and I wanted to do my take on their design. I also do believe that at the beginning of the war they tried to stick to the rules regarding appearance but since Senators don’t like to see them without helmets, Fox just said fuck it, keep the armour clean but do whatever the hell you want with your look ( I do believe Hound didn’t shave from the beginning.) Also another headcanon of mine is that the first thing Fox does in the morning is shaving, so looking at his stubble you can judge when was the last time he slept (Thire saw him once with a full beard and took him immediately to their medic)

Mandalorians: He is the Mand’alor

Din: No you don’t understand. I never set out to be Mand’alor. I only wanted to save my child from Moff Gideon.

Mandalorians: He took on one of most dangerous Imperials in single combat to protect his family! Praise the Mand’alor!

Din: Wait, let me explain. The child was a foundling under my care…

Mandalorians: He treats the foundling as his own flesh and blood! All praise!

Din: No! listen! He was threatening my Child with the darksaber, so I took out my pure beskar spear…

Mandalorians: *shaking* This is the most mandalorian thing we’ve ever fucking heard…

I like to think din has no idea who the fuck luke skywalker is but leia organa??? the fucking hutt slayer??? like fuck dude what bounty hunter doesn’t know about her

When Chewbacca came of age the wise woman read his eyes and told him his future.  He would live a long life, face many hardships and many great joys, and if he was steadfast and courageous he would earn a place in The Histories.  

“I see four pups in your future, more by bond than blood.”  she’d said.  The math wasn’t hard, one by blood- that could wait until he found a wife- and three he’d have to go find himself.

A good future he thought, one he intended to earn.

1

Sometime during that first mad escape from Mimban he realizes Han Solo is a dangerous mix of smart and stupid.  He is honest though, at least to Chewbacca, and didn’t treat him like the animal other humans did.

But he clearly needs looking after.  

Not long after he thinks this Han saves his life.  If anyone asks Chewbacca will tell them that’s why he follows Solo, a life debt is a serious thing.

But in truth it has more to do with the kindness hidden under the jokes and facade of toughness.  This one has been alone his whole life and is still good at his core.

And if he is honest with himself, he had decided he was keeping this one the moment he grunted out an escape plan for them both in truly terrible garbled Shyriiwook.

Now he just has to teach Han not to talk his way into anything he can’t talk  his way out of.

2

Luke Skywalker is shockingly naive the first time Chewbacca met him. Newly orphaned, for a second time, he still looked around with wide guileless eyes that got him in trouble almost immediately.

When Han takes the job from Luke and the Jedi not even trying to pretend he isn’t one Chewbacca knows this job will be different.  

He did not anticipate exactly how different.

Han fidgets restlessly and grumbles to himself.  Chewbacca does not say anything, but he keys the coordinates for Yavin into the hyperdrive.  He doesn’t submit them.  Not yet.

“Kriff.” Han hisses.  “I must be crazy.”

Now he submits them to the navicomputer.

“We need to go back.” Han says, dumping them out of hyperspace.  Chewbacca immediately begins wheeling the ship around just as the navicomputer spits out a route.

Han looks from the computer to him. His mouth twists like he doesn’t know whether to frown or smile.  

In the end all he does is say “Right, let’s go make sure Luke doesn’t get himself killed.” and takes them to lightspeed again.

A very real concern, Luke is altogether too sure he’s the storybook hero.  

They’ll have to teach him to take better care of himself.

3

“Can someone get this walking carpet out of my way?”

He doesn’t respond.  The girl is angry. So angry she is lashing out at everyone even her rescuers.  He can only begin to imagine how she feels.  His home is imprisoned, trapped in the Empire’s iron grip.  He know what it is to mourn a homeworld in chains.  

He cannot even begin to imagine what it would be like to lose his world entirely.

Later, after they have escaped and are on their way to Yavin Leia comes to find him alone in the cockpit.

“I’m sorry,” she says, quietly.  Her rage cooled for now.  “About earlier.  I shouldn’t have insulted you like that. Especially when you risked your life to rescue me.  I just-”

All at once whatever blocks she had in place fail.  Her eyes tear up and she whispers, “They’re dead.”  She covers her mouth for a moment, like she wants to deny what she’s said.  But the tears flow harder and she continues.  “They’re all dead.  Everyone-”

Words fail her then, but she stands there weeping silently for a moment, before Chewbacca simply scoops her up and holds her in his lap.

(She’s such a tiny thing, full to bursting with anger and sorrow)

He rocks her gently, and croons calming nonsense, and lets her cry and cling to him.

This is not the first hug she’s given him.  It will not be the last, but with luck there will not be more this full of pain.

“You cannot muscle your way through grief,” he tells her, even though he knows she doesn’t understand.  “You must weather it instead.”

He hopes this in not a lesson she needs to use often.

Oof.//somewhere in hoth

*narrator voice* unfortunately, none of them knew that the Dark Side skips a generation.

the boys accidentally break the Vader-reveal to Boba.

Made a few doodles based off @keldabekush 's concept of Din adopting a Lothcat

Headcanon: Boba has mellowed quite a lot with age and instead of being angry all the time he's now just walking around quietly amused by how fucking stupid everything is

Yes! I think so too!!

After the sarlacc, things are different.

But they’ve always been different, he’s starting to realize. It’s just before he couldn’t see the patterns, the way strings connected figures and players and events across the Galaxy, all of it some grand cosmic play for an audience he couldn’t begin to imagine. The sarlacc’s consciousness, millennia old, had writhed into his, and though the worm had left its tracks remained, altering his perceptions. The human scale is such a small one.

Boba watches the story play out, himself just another player, and sometimes it’s all he can do to keep from laughing. It doesn’t really matter anyway.

The freedom in that realization is astounding.