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Rating: E (seriously folks, heed the warnings).
https://archiveofourown.org/works/31288169
“In some universes, master/padawan sexual relationships are healthy. In some they are not. An A/B/O world where the master would rather not have to deal with the hormones of a padawan he does not love, not even platonically. “ by ms_nawilla and on tumblr at @nawilla
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This is an absolutely fantastic fic. Major warning though: if you are a fan of Qui-Gon, but unwilling to ever read him as a villain/prick, this is not the fic for you. I, however, am a massive fan of Qui-Gon but I am always interested in different interpretations of the characters that I love. I cannot tag this as QuiObi though because their relationship is horribly abusive and there isn’t even fatherly/platonic love in this.
This fic is an exploration of Obi-Wan’s hardship and a deep dive into his character. It also masterfully features some massively under utilized characters, like Feemor, Quinlan and Master Tholme. The world building, the characters, the emotions, are all executed beautifully. Each chapter will make you want to throw something and/or cry at the same time.
I, again, strongly encourage anyone who is interested in reading this, paying attention to the tags.
I just had a lot of feelings and had to express them through playing around in Photoshop.
Please do not alter the images in anyway.
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The cover art and two scene illustrations for Spiraling’s Big Bang fic Here’s a Riddle for You. Feemor rescues Obi-Wan from Melida-Daan!
archiveofourown.org/works/31065227/chapters/76746377
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Happy Cody Day!!! @codyday2224
Don’t let any of his troopers see but… Cody’s made a friend 🧡
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Master List of Clone Wars/Bad Batch Fanartists, PART ONE
Part Two here!
Hi guys. I’m always trying to remember all the AMAZING talent we have here, so I wanted to try to put together a master list of the fanartists in this particular realm. If you have any to add, yourself included, you can either comment or reblog it and I’ll add it to the list! Or, if you’re not active anymore or wish to be removed, feel free to let me know. 💙 I’ll put em in alphabetical order so they’re easier to find.
Edited to add: DANG, I can only tag 50 peeps at once. And it keeps giving me an error message even with fewer than 50. What the heck?
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Well, Cody Day is over… :(
BUT! in 200 years it’ll be Cody YEAR!
Can’t wait!
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“Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Marshal Commander,” my contribution for Coday, is now up at AO3. The fic is a character study via a series of vignettes in the life through the eyes of various people besides Cody– though the last part features Cody, himself.
Many thanks to the geniuses @codyday2224 for realizing what an opportunity we had to celebrate everyone’s favorite Marshal Commander– happy Coday to you and yours!
Fic is gen– mind the tags, including tags for Kamino, clone dehumanization, and Jango being Jango, as well as extremely general spoilers/references to the events in TBB, the Kenobi show, and Jedi: Fallen Order that will surprise nobody who’s seen gifsets from those shows.
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“It’s a curse. The Kaminoans… synthesized it, spliced it into the CCs after a few successful trials. We fall.” Cody pauses, one shoulder bell lifting like in a shrug. “And then we rise again.”
Obi-Wan is quiet for a long moment. “You can’t die,” he asks softly. A cursed existence from birth. His chest clenches, so do his hands at his sides.
“Takes a bit more effort but we can. We’re supposed to be the last ones standing at your side.”
Their eyes catch on each other, meeting in grim understanding.
“The curse. It feels…”
“Dark?”
“Betrayed.” Now that he knows what to look for.
Cody winces. But a staticky skull, like a holo, rushes forward, out of him. Immediate and sudden, grinning jaws snapping at Obi-Wan’s face.
The moment is over before he can react, pulse beginning to race after the fact.
“It likes you,” Cody whispers, untroubled, hint of a smile tugging at his mouth. “It sees something in you.”
Flattering, if somewhat unnerving. “Must be the infinite sadness.”
Cody ducks his head but Obi-Wan can still see his smile taking strength on his face. “Must be,” he murmurs before looking up again, pinning Obi-Wan with his serious, amber eyes, one pupil glowing blue-teal-nether when the light breaks on surface. “Please don’t be afraid of us.”
Me, Obi-Wan hears in the undercurrent. “Never,” he replies, honesty anchoring itself on a vow he hadn’t - couldn’t have - foreseen before the last engagement. When he fought and fought and helplessly watched Cody get perforated by plasma shots. Watched as he, impossibly, stood up again, bleeding and raging through the droids surrounding him. “Never,” he says again, quieter.
Cody cocks his head to the side, shadow of a smirk growing as footsteps get louder beyond the door. The holo-projection-astral plane skull flares again, shaking and snapping, before it settles back into Cody. “Rex. Probably checking you’re not reading me the riot act—“ He starts, visibly remembering who he’s talking to. “Sir.”
Obi-Wan hides a smile.
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KENOBI SEASON 2 GIVE US THE CODYWAN SCRIPT
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this is for those who despair over seeing ships or tropes that make them uncomfortable while they do their little scrolly-scroll on ao3, acting like they aren’t responsible for their own internet experience
(alternatively, the back button also works)
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“Dear Force,” he prays. Threatens. He’s arriving at the bargaining stage from left to catch it off guard. “Have I not suffered enough?”
“Mrrrrp!”
“Quiet over there, I’m trying to reach a mystical entity.”
“Myam!”
“Thanks, Ponds. Knew I could count on you.”
Sitrep. Cody’s currently trying to take a nap. It is not going well.
“Why didn’t you turn into shrimp or something easy,” he mutters, shoving the pillow up with his shoulder.
He’s had an incredibly long night in the Jedi Archives trying to help find texts that might help his batchmates turn back into the humanoid assholes they are.
“Mrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.”
“Watch the hair, Wolffe.”
Wolffe chooses to ignore him, naturally. He continues impersonating a broken speeder and kneading Cody’s head.
Bly is— “Meep!” - still stuck behind Cody’s back.
Right. Nap.
His head kind of slumps back with the sigh, the stress flowing out of his shoulders like water down a stream—
There’s a rustling. One of them jumps on the couch, it seems.
Silence.
Cody deigns to open one eye and watches as Ponds drags a Jedi robe onto the backrest before nesting in it in quick, efficient moves.
“Is that General Windu’s,” he asks as if he actually wants to know.
As an answer he gets a stuck up tail and a frankly unnecessary view of his brother’s butthole before limbs, tail, and head are tugged into the fluffy ball of fur.
Alright. Time to close his eyes again.
Crossing his arms, he wriggles around until he’s - “Meep?!” - comfortable. Wolffe is still kneading, Bly is fighting a cushion, Ponds is living Cody’s dreams by being asleep and snoring—
“If you stick your tongue into my ear again, I’ll shoot you into orbit, Fox.”
“Rrya?”
“Yeah yeah, come here, you fool.”
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