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My Will Vandom Design. Armor, Element Embroidery, Flowy Fabric.

My Will Vandom design. Armor, element embroidery, flowy fabric.
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This is supposed to be Yan Dooku from The 212th Attack Battalion’s Guide to Staging Rescues but I guess he also passes as Thorin Oakenshield if he cut his hair.
At his house his dad is channel surfing with Anne. They must have found the key under the doormat and came in to use his streaming services. They are sitting right next to each other, shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip, knee to knee, yet they are light years apart. Her hair is silver and there are grooves carved into her skin from age. His hair is still brown and his face looks older from stress and lack of sleep.
His dad sees him, but Anne’s gaze barely flickers towards him.
“Jeremy, how was the store?” The attempt at normalcy makes him cringe. He can’t meet his gaze.
The police badge that sits on the bookshelf glints in the afternoon light. He can’t look directly at that either. It truly is an extension of his father. Both are echoes of lake water, blood and shadow. Everything he has lost and everything he can not have.
He shrugs in response and goes back to unloading groceries.

Dick Grayson from Chapter 6 of Eat a Real Meal Dammit, or, Five Times Dick Mother Hens His Family into Eating and One Time Dick is Mother Henned into Eating by TheWitchBoy on ao3.
The subtext of Din Djarin, Mand’alor riding a ship that has emotional significance for both of Luke’s parents is to much for my heart. (And they are possible future coparents of a violent green Jedi baby)

I head canon that this lovely bean is Bariss Offee.
Reasons:
1) Their outfit resembles Bariss’s clothes and Luminara’s with the bead panel in the front.
2) They take Boba under their wing and teach him the way of the weapon. Totally remembers the clones and internally goes “vod’ika!”
3) As a newer Tusken would probably teach the even newer person
4) Tuskens adopt others into their group that they like and are left behind. There have been Tusken Jedi in the past.
5) Bariss would definitely escape to a backwater planet and join a nomadic warrior tribe who stays out of intergalactic affairs and only help/fight people who deserve it.