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Jedi nonsense

Codywan day 1 - carrying the other

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Day 1: « firemans carry » for @codywanweek

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JEDI YOUNGLING ROBES

Jedi younglings had two outfit variations - long and short robes with trousers. All costume pieces were interchangeable between genders.

“I made sure that we didn't ever see two people who looked the same…because they're all individual people, from different places and different cultures and all with different builds and bodies. I think it’s much more visually interesting.” -Trisha Biggar, Prequels Costume Designer

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had to because @dramaticeyerolls was watching parks n rec, tagging this as wip in case I finish it later

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212th Attack Battalion Handbook: Rule number sixty nine: Never interrupt the General and the Commander after a training, leave the room immediately.

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Cody and Obi-Wan concepts / 1872 AU

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Codywan but I’ve encased them in an apple 🍎

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Absolutely losing it at this Reddit post

And the update

She buttered Jorts

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Obi-Wan woke up one day and everyone knew what a spabubu (space labubu) was and he’s still too scared to ask. Anakin thinks it’s a type of sandwich, Ahsoka thinks it’s a new cartoon that she hasn’t watched yet… for some reason Rex and Cody own like five already but we don’t know who’s credit card they frauded for them yet. It’s confusing.

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Between Two Lungs (Codywan, 3.1k words)

Rating: Teen

Tags: Stranded, Character Injuries, Smoking, Shotgunning, Sexual Tension, Soft Finish

Summary: Cody and Obi-Wan share a cigarette.

Author’s Note: This fic was born out of conversations with the wonderful @frostbitebakery​, who generously collaborated with the absolutely stunning cover art. Thank you, dear friend, for inspiring a story I never would have written otherwise and for bringing it to life in a way I could never have imagined. And thank you to everyone who takes the time to read and gaze!!! I very much hope you enjoy. <3<3<3

CW: Detailed descriptions of smoking, discussion of grief

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“You should take them,” Cody said – because one of them had to broach the subject, and Cody found it best in these situations to get his general on the back foot – to press his advantage before Obi-Wan could dig in too hard.

There could be no doubt what Cody meant. They’d both been staring at the ration bars almost since the moment they’d gotten the emergency shelter set up. The four silver wrappers – their seams ironed flat from being pressed into the containers on Cody’s belt – were arranged on the ground between them like grim hash marks: the material sign of how little had survived their crash landing on Hadron III, at least a day and a whole hyperspace lane off course from any place the 212th might conceivably think to look for them.

They’d had mere seconds to fire off a distress call after shaking the tri-fighters that had taken out their hyperdrive and starboard engines. And neither of them had needed working biosensors to know they could hardly have picked a worse place to get stranded. Hadron III had been one of the cautionary case studies in Cody’s planetary politics module: nearly all of its ecosystems had been wiped out by biological weapons during the previous decade’s extinction-level civil war. And while a combination of the steri-pen in Cody’s belt and some Force-powered superheating would probably ensure enough drinkable water to avoid fatal dehydration, any attempt at ingesting local flora or fauna would have to be treated as a last resort.

So they were back to the ration bars. The ration bars, the small pile of remaining bacta patches, and the sleek gray data stick that contained all the intel they’d been sent to retrieve a week ago: intel that would now die with them – along with the civilian population of Morag it was meant to save – if no one was around to put it in GAR hands.

Read the Full Fic on AO3

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Did a quick little cowboy Cody for the @codywancomfort flash event :)))

Very loosely, this is a fill for the childhood friends to lovers prompt. In my mind cowboy Obi-Wan keeps this photo folded up in his jacket pocket, right over his heart.

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This prison of flesh will NEVER stand in my way to actually being productive.

What's that? You drew more star wars fanart? Again???? Godddamnit.

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im like… mentally unwell

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sorry he bit you. It’s his coping mechanism

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If Cody would say a single word, if she would be clear-minded enough for a minute to say she wanted it, Obi-wan would drop her robes on the spot a do whatever she needed from her. Instead, she could only wanch as she shivered in the icy water, hoping it will be over soon. Soon enough, before the fever would boil Cody alive.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57968434/chapters/174558536