#revaluation

Bro I need to see more Koala stuff cause Im starving. ♡-♡

My random art panel dont even know what to call it but oh well! Here ya go! ♡♡♡♡

It is also a sketch so errors are attributed to everyone but me muhahahaha! ☆☆☆☆☆

when luke was young, he used to dream of things. a flash of dark hair, a little girls laugh, the stars streaming by through a viewport. aunt beru and uncle owen used to say it was just his child brain at work, but they’d always check the locks and tuck him in just that little bit tighter.

it was nothing bad, just things that would take him planets away from the sand ball he lived on. occasionally it would be of tatooine, of before.

a woman with dark hair and dark eyes, hands rough from working (slavery was implied. there were things even a child would know about the way things worked here), but always kind. a blonde toddler would often trail her, babbling about pod races and eyes bluer than the sky.

uncle owen wouldn’t answer those questions, but aunt beru told him of what she knew. shmi, she said. luke learned he was the first freeborn of them all.

a glass city would sometimes come into focus, forest outside of it thick and green. flashes of colorful fabric and brown hair wound into braids and dark, knowing eyes.

a man’s cocky smile. a wookie’s rumbling laugh. piloting through the stars. a ship that was more scrap than original parts. blaster fire. a strange humming. a green glow reflected off of black floors. a woman with tall boots and ring studded fingers. a silver helmet.

fragments of things he would see eventually.

and sometimes, things of the past.

blue and white armor. auburn hair streaked with grey. flowers littering a casket. striped montrals. boots rhythmically marching on marble. racing through the canyons. a cackling laugh with a cacophony of pain following.

he eventually stopped talking about the dreams, but old man kenobi would catch his eye from across the market, and it seemed like he knew.

he was always the smaller kid, even after puberty. his aunt said he got that from his mother, but owen quickly cut that line of conversation off.

the others thought it would be funny to take his things, or mess them up. biggs couldn’t do anything about it. he wouldn’t fill in until the academy, so he was all gangly limbs and odd muscle.

a woman stepped between them once. tall and dark against the sand, she stared the other teens down until they ran home. it was the last time they ever tried anything like that.

you remind me of myself once, she said when he asked, a long time ago.

he never got her name.

he realized, eventually, with the help of obi-wan and yoda. a jedi he was, and always would be. the empire falls, the new republic rises, leia and him try to repair the order.

so he would fight, for the kids like himself, for the people like the woman and leia, the ones in hiding for being different.

and eventually, he dreams again. shining armor, a little green child playing with rings, an unusual lightsaber. a tanned hand rubbing the fuzz on a small head.

and eventually, he meets his first student, and his mandalorian father. grogu’s other parent is a little like ahsoka, no ties to the jedi.