#ai!obi-wan

[tallnegotiations]

Team 29: keep

Hello it is @codywanbigbang time everyone! This definitely wasn't born from a hyperfixation nope definitely not don't worry about it ANYWAYS

Author: @tallnegotiations (AO3)

Artist: @mock-arts (AO3/tumblr)

Rating: T

Word Count: 30183

Relationships: Cody/Obi-Wan (barely there lmao), Cody & Obi-Wan (constantly), Vader & Obi-Wan

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, but also be on the lookout for clone trooper dehumanization, non-con medical procedures, and a pretty unhealthy relationship.

Tags: AI!Obi-Wan, Empire Era, canon divergence, emotional hurt/comfort, whump

Summary:

Vader is a technical genius, it is a well-known fact. So, following his defeat at the hands of his old Master on Mustafar and the rise of the Empire, Vader executes his greatest act of genius to prove his dominance: he creates an artificial intelligence modeled after Obi-Wan Kenobi.

After the rise of the Empire, nothing remains of Commander Cody except for CC-2224, just another rank-and-file stormtrooper among many. He goes where he is told to go, shoots where he is told to shoot, and doesn't question it because good soldiers follow orders.

A droid told to be human meets a human told to be a droid. They meet somewhere in the middle.

Find the fic here and the art here and here!

Once again, the biggest of thanks to @mock-arts for joining me in this story. Their art was what inspired the ending of this fic, so without them, it probably would have been very different. Couldn't have done it without you!

[fonmythenmetz]

Cal calls him dad accidentally once and then proceeds to do it forever, thanks for coming to my ted talk

[jabba-the-fett]

“We make our own decisions. Our own choices. And we have to live with them too” - Commander Cody

Idk how digital art works, but here’s a Commander Cody I spent way too much time on

[cal-tastrophe]

Finally I can show you this commission I made for the lovely @grapenehifics and their story Pick up the Pieces.

It was challenging, but also fun! I got to paint these lovely characters together. Go and give Nehis fiction a read <3 And if you feel like it, I am always open for commissions <3 Shoot me a note.

[starpains]

Yay, I'm finally ready to post this thing. It is now finished at 20 chapters (around 100k) and the goal is to post weekly. As I said in a post earlier - it all started as a tribute to Ewan in turtlenecks but then it grew plot and, well.

So yeah it's a meet-cute bookstore AU in which Anakin discovers gay erotica books and it throws him right into sexual awakening (and Obi's--or Ben's as he's called here--arms).

What starts as a simple errand for his sister’s birthday leads Anakin into a charming, old-world bookstore, where he meets its intriguing ginger-haired owner. Anakin thought buying a book would be the end of it, but he finds himself drawn back—not just to the fantasy novel he's purchased, but to the man behind the counter. As the story within the book unfolds, so too does Anakin’s growing curiosity about the bookstore owner, hinting at a connection that might turn into something much more than casual visits for new reading material.

[lbibliophile-sw]

Conduit

Also on AO3 [360w] @ailesswhumptober - day 15: "don't break down on me yet"

A Jedi’s crystal is Force-sensitive, semi-sentient.

It is something Cody’s General told him once. Part of a litany of alternating technique and philosophy shared as Kenobi guided him through the half-dozen moves of the simplest lightsaber katas. Repeating each move – step and block and strike – again and again until Cody’s balance is perfectly in alignment, flowing smoothly between the unfamiliar positions.

Cody doesn’t know if it’s true, but he’s willing to believe.

A Jedi’s crystal is Force-sensitive, semi-sentient.

Or, no, Kenobi had actually mentioned it earlier, when he was explaining that his crystal likes Cody. That there was a reason why his lightsaber always seemed to end up in Cody’s possession whenever it went missing. That it was why Kenobi was willing and able to teach him to use the lightsaber in the first place.

Cody is certainly glad for that now, both the finding and the training.

A Jedi’s crystal is Force-sensitive, semi-sentient.

How sentient is semi-sentient? How sensitive is Force-sensitive? He never thought to seek clarification before. He would ask now, except his General is crumpled on the ground behind him, the puddle of red below him spreading, and assistance still three minutes away.

Cody moves, the bright blade in his hands somehow in time to meet the next vicious downswing.

A Jedi’s crystal is Force-sensitive, semi-sentient.

As the pressure against his blade – his General’s blade – increases he feels the damaged hilt flex. A crack gapes then closes, pinching the skin of his bare palm. A jagged piece of metal stabs at his finger, drawing a bead of blood. He ignores the pain. All that matters is the next step, the next block. Second after second until reinforcements arrive.

All that matters is the shield of light he weaves between his vulnerable General and danger.

A Jedi’s crystal is Force-sensitive, semi-sentient.

Another saying floats through his mind: ‘a Jedi’s lightsaber is their life’. Cody has never prayed before, but he tries something similar now. With all the attention he can spare, he bundles up all his worry, desperation, determination… love. He bundles them up, and shoves them at crystal and Jedi alike.

“Don’t break down on me yet.”

[zsqrd-ai]

Black & White (unintentional) Obikin 🤷‍♂️

Created with Midjourney, v6 Alpha. Style inspired by Larry Burrows.

[roseyskywalker]

I love these so much 🤭🎄

[spikey-fudger]

He wonders if the same tapestry of constellations is reflected in her eyes in this same moment. He's aware enough to recognize the absurdity of the thought. Unimaginable distance stands between them two, they might as well be on opposite ends of the galaxy.

Still, he continues to look up and imagines that the stars that he sees are hers. And the secret place in his heart whispers that tonight, maybe she, millions of miles away, is gazing back at his.

[snapmite1998]

The Crimson Reaper Mandalorians are an elite sect within the ranks of the Crimson Commandos, known for their ruthless efficiency and unwavering loyalty to their dark master. Clad in sleek, ebony armor that absorbs light, the Crimson Reapers resemble specters of death more than mere warriors. Their armor is finely crafted, a testament to Mandalorian engineering, designed for both protection and intimidation.

The crimson patterns etched into their armor serve as a chilling homage to Darth Maul, evoking the haunting tattoos that mark the Sith Lord. These designs flow across their armor in intricate, almost serpentine shapes, adding an air of artistry to their fearsome appearance. Each Reaper wears a long, flowing cape that billows behind them like the shadow of death itself, further enhancing their ghostly presence.

Their helmets are particularly striking, each adorned with metallic horns that jut out menacingly, glinting ominously in any light. These horns serve not only as a symbol of their allegiance to the dark side but also enhance their intimidating profile, making them appear even more fearsome on the battlefield.

However, it is the crimson visors of their helmets that truly unsettle those who lay eyes upon them. These visors glow with a malevolent hunger, casting an eerie light that seems to pulse with anticipation. The glow is reminiscent of a predator’s gaze, promising violence and bloodshed to anyone unfortunate enough to cross their path. The visors enable the Reapers to see in the darkest of conditions, allowing them to stalk their prey with chilling precision.

In combat, the Crimson Reapers are a force to be reckoned with. They wield an array of advanced weaponry, including blasters and vibroblades, crafted to maximize lethality. Their training is brutal and relentless, honing them into masters of stealth, ambush, and direct assault. Each member of the sect is as skilled in hand-to-hand combat as they are in marksmanship, embodying the deadly efficiency that has become their hallmark.

The whispers of their name send chills through even the bravest of hearts, for to encounter the Crimson Reapers is to flirt with death itself. They move like shadows, striking swiftly and disappearing without a trace, leaving only the echoes of their violence in their wake. Whether operating in small, covert teams or as a formidable battalion, the Crimson Reapers exemplify the dark legacy of their master, and their presence on the battlefield is a harbinger of doom for those who stand against them.

[cinnamon-galaxies]

Character AI just traumatized me. I was just about to do the deed with Obi-Wan when...

EXCUSE ME?!?!?!?!

[posterslove]

Momentos épicos.

[feruslands]

Jedi Apprentice Obi-Wan

Software: ai + ps

[lbibliophile-sw]

Taking the Bait

Also on AO3 [415w] @ailesswhumptober - day 13, whumpee using themself as bait, alt 8: kidnapping @clonefandomevents - 212th bingo: rescue mission

This is part of an AU where Sidious was revealed by the Jedi but fled, and they are trying to track him down before he works out a way to keep controlling both sides of the war from the shadows. Sidious decides to smoke out the Jedi in turn.

He’s not unconscious, and not pretending to be, but between the probable-concussion, the aftershocks from the Sith lightning, and the binders around his wrists and ankles, he’s about as much of a threat as if he were. Everything aches, despite the protection of his armour, but he knows with the voice of experience that he has gotten off lightly; the Sith more toying with him than actually trying to elicit a reaction. After all, he is just the bait.

From his place slumped slumped on the floor, he watches his gold-visored helmet staring down at him. A blinking red light shows that the camera inside is streaming his image to the holotable, where the hooded Sith finishes hacking his comms to contact his General. 

“Cody, what-? Sidious.”

“Ah, General Kenobi, you are a surprisingly difficult man to get a hold of. Thankfully your Commander here was rather more accessible and has been kind enough to provide both contact details and, shall we say, incentive. You have been quite the thorn in my side lately, and I believe it is about time we discussed the situation in person. If you cooperate, I may even let your precious Commander return to his troopers. Now, swear on the Force that you will come alone, and without your lightsaber.”

The General’s gaze shifts, and he knows the Jedi is scanning his image for injuries, the worry barely held behind his blank expression.

“I… I understand. Only myself and Commander Cody, and I leave my lightsaber behind. This I swear, by my soul, by my crystal, by my blade.”

“Excellent. I have sent the coordinates; and remember, if you deviate from our agreement, poor Commander Cody here will pay the cost.”

The call ends, and he drifts for a while, thankfully ignored by the Sith. He is scared – of course he is – but there is nothing he can do but wait and trust that his General will come for him.

He pictures how the confrontation will play out. General Kenobi will show up, unarmed as promised, and the Sith will think that he has won. Then Commander Cody will show up, also as promised, fully armed and with his general’s saber on its custom clip. And the Sith will discover that he has lost.

Boil shifts carefully, resettling his borrowed armour as best he can while bound, trying to relieve the ache in his chest. He won’t be much use in the fight, but then his role is already complete: he was just the bait.

[zsqrd-ai]

Black & White (unintentional...ok this one is maybe intentional) Obikin pt. 2

Created with Midjourney, v6 Alpha. Style inspired by Larry Burrows.

Edit: See the next part here :)

[princessleiapocalypse]

"I am no Jedi, Obi-Wan." "No, starlight. You are something else entirely."