#bode akuna + cal kestis

[scrapratsoldier]

IT'S THE FIRST DRINK they have together.

The second they have as friends. By the fourth, Cal isn’t so sure. He hasn’t had a lot of close friends or hard liquor. The way their eyes seem to hold longer with every refill could be as common as sand on Tattooine.

Greez glances at them from time to time as he polishes glasses, countertops, and bottles. He throws one or even two elbows into Monk's side vent to encourage the droid to do what you were made for, huh with a gesture. Cal and Bode are never empty, even with Monk, and Zee, too, steering themselves and their conversation clear of the two men sitting at the end of the bar closest to the back access.

None of that is inherently strange. Neither is the way they lean towards each other to hear over the three songs on replay (gotta get on Greez about that) or how the trust between them, between two survivors, makes it easier to talk about the past— they’ve already saved each other's lives and shared grief in the short time they’ve been acquainted. The first time Bode looks at Cal's mouth when Cal smiles isn’t all that exceptional. It’s by the fourth that Cal isn’t so sure.

Cal is more than a lightsaber, Greez said, but Cal isn't so sure about that either. All he knows is war. He knows how to survive. When you let loose, how loose? He has to be ready for anything. Just not this type of anything. He doesn't know what he's supposed to do with a look or even four. He doesn't know what to do about the hand on his thigh when they laugh so hard he almost chokes on his Slippery Monk (which was part of the joke, what an awful name for a cocktail). He doesn't know what it means when Bode, with something encrypted behind his stare, casually asks, "Show me your workbench?"

Cal almost doesn't want to show him his workbench. He knows how to say no, yes, and maybe, but Cal is a survivor. His instincts are sharp. He knows when he's being backed into a corner, and that's why he almost doesn't lead him down the stairs, past the storage and the kitchen, to the little room Greez had set up for him over five years ago with the hope that, someday, the Jedi would rest in it. He could take the stairs back up to the bar; he could dive down the smuggler's tunnel; or burst out the last door into the street; even with all of these exits, Cal does not have an exit strategy.

Cal is a survivor, and letting Bode back him into the corner of the room feels like it goes against everything he's ever learned.

"I'm not twice shy once bitten, Kestis," Bode's thick arms pen him, his head lulled nonthreateningly, his dark, glossy hair dusting the shoulder pad of his armor; eyes lazily closed; smile rosy from drink and anticipation. "Either way you wanna take that." He does not touch Cal, but his breath does, tickling Cal's crop of violent red hair; and his intent does. "You just let me know."

"I," Cal breathes, his eyes at half mast, the buckles tinking on his vest as his chest quietly heaves, and he fights, he fights the fight in himself. His arms are rigid at his sides, tied up as tightly as they've ever been.

"I don't know. What I'm supposed to say."

"What do you want to say?" Bode prompts. He smells like sweat, oil, and alcohol, and if any of that should be a deterrent, it is not. He smells like hot metal and hard work.

"I don't know," Cal says stiffly.

"The only wrong answer," Bode says, lifting his head and examining Cal's pink, freckled face up close. "Is the one you'll hate yourself for. Or me. I'm your friend, Cal. That can extend past the battlefield."

Cal's jaw knots. He looks down. His Adam's apple bobs when he swallows. "The type of friend you're talking about. I've mixed the two before," Cal says. Merrin. Never again. "It…complicates things."

Bode chuckles. Shakes his head.

Cal looks up at him quizzically.

"It's already complicated," Bode says. His eyes shine bittersweetly. "It's always complicated. I'm just trying to survive. War…"

Bode lifts his hand from the wall, and after a short stall of hesitation, he slides it against the side of Cal's neck. A warm, heavy weight. Encouraged, when Cal's lashes flutter and his mouth parts.

"War," Bode says again, his thumb stroking the deep scar on Cal's cheek. "Hardens you. I want to stay soft. For my daughter. For Tayala's memory of me."

Cal leans in with a shiver like Bode's is the first hand that has ever touched him, his own hands reaching up to cusp the sides of Bode's face. Bode presses their foreheads together and steps closer. He turns his face in and, in a husky whisper, murmurs, "Let me soften you, Cal."

Cal is a survivor.

Bode is too.

Cal knows he's not alone, but when Bode lifts him off the floor, wraps Cal's legs around his slim waist, and carries him. When they both tuck into the tiny bed cubby and laugh because Bode bumps his head. When they shed their armor and clothes. When their hands and mouths cannot still, and Bode moves in him, and, after, they take turns talking about their scars… He really feels it.

Not alone.

And he wants to be soft, too.

[stealingpotatoes]

I think instead of an ugly Christmas sweater, Cal has an ugly Christmas poncho

YES absolutely (except it'd be an ugly life day poncho, ig)

[animatedjen]

[bon-sides-sw]

Uni Au I was talking about with @babygirlbridger

Single mother literature professor gets flirted by his TA

[i-lavabean]

Cowboy Bebop x Jedi Survivor

[cameron-s-gaskins]

Cal and Bode on the Lucrehulk in the game Jedi Survivor.

[faitherinhicks]

I got stupidly hyperfixated on Respawn’s Star Wars game Jedi Survivor and in an attempt to purge my fixation, I’ve drawn a bunch of fan art over the holiday. Enjoy!

Three guess as to what ship I’m into hahahahah IT’S FINE I’M FINE. Also thought it would be good & nice if Trilla survived the end of Fallen Order and joined the gang. Ofc she’d immediately suss out what Bode is up to (and then everything will work out fine and everyone lives!!!!1 ugh)

And a few more sketches:

IT’S FINE I’M FINE. Thanks to all the fanfic writers who wrote fix it AU to heal my broken heart <3

[paintedlight1]

Mantis Crew Selfie 🤳

[imaginative-joy]

Some more teenage Kata, this time in color! I’d like to think her color palette would be similar to Bode’s.

I keep envisioning this scenario where she has to take up Cal’s lightsaber in defense of him and herself. The thing is too big for her lil’ hands, though.

[sketchupnfries]

Some more Fantasy Wizard AU sketches of the Mantis crew since I wanted to draw more of my Jedi Survivor AU.

[fandomowltrash]

JFO/JS + text posts 4/?

[stealingpotatoes]

Does Kata have a poncho?

yes of course!! Cal makes sure every Mantis crewmember has one!!

[animatedjen]

A favorite moment from Jedi Survivor - now with alt angles!

[bon-sides-sw]

One Ginger Menace comming right up!

[i-lavabean]

Wow wow I forgot I drew this how long ago? How it should have been

[cameron-s-gaskins]

Started making a Jedi: Survivor fan comic. I’m making it either way, just for myself, but I’d love to know if there’s actually anyone else who’d want to read something like this? It’s like a canon divergence, Cere lives, Bode redemption, kind of thing. Cheers.