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Another work for The Clone Bang 2024! This time an entirely different fic: Artwork for Plan of Dissent by TiranaSorki! I have had such a good time reading this fic and working on this piece! Author TiranaSorki and fellow artist @whatislifewithoutangst have been wonderful!
Y'all have got to go read this fic it's so good!! (ā§āā¦)ļ¾
Shout out to the mods of @clonebang for being AMAZING!
last song: rainbow connection šøš (my fav song ever honestly)
favourite colour: #11496A (it shouldn't come as a surprise if you know my art)
last book: the aeneid (by virgil)
last movie: jurassic park (i really like the movie and i haven't seen it in a while. but, that might be a mistake cuz every time i watch that movie, i get embarrassingly obsessed with ian malcom for a while)
last series: arcane!!
sweet/savoury/spicy: spicy and savoury. i can't have too much sweet stuff.
last search: calcium carbonate chemical properties (boring)
current obsession: ian malcom from jurassic park dinosaurs!!
looking forward to: the winter holidays
relationship status: single and happy with it cuz i just can't do that rn (romantic relationship that is)
@imheretocausechaos25 @bb-bugspot @tenoart @t4m3-simp (and anyone that wants to join. i just tagged the first ppl that same up)
Last Song: House of The Rising Sun (various covers)
Favorite Color: Rn itās more of a pale blue green (pastel teal?) maybe some purples
Last Book: The Borrowers :)
Last Movie: Wicked (it was actually pretty okay)
Last Series: .. Real Life? (I havenāt watched any streaming services in so long.)
Sweet / Spicy / Savory: Sweet :)
Last Search: What happens if you bake edible cookie dough?
Current Obsession: School project, Life Series, Hermitcraft, Derivakat and.. markers??
Looking Forward To: Winter Break (YouTube marathon here I come!)
Relationship Status: Single and definitely not mingling
Me-Core: Uhhh Idk many cores.. (after a Google) Probably a weird mixture of Kidcore, Lo-Fi, Autumn Academia, and Rainy Day (idk ask the aesthetics wiki)
Tags: Cody-centric, Cody needs a hug, post-order 66, post-ROTS, angst, self-loathing, excessive amounts of introspection, substance misuse, overdoses, addiction, violence, minor character injury, graphic descriptions of injuries.
Full chapterĀ here
When Cody was brought to the house in question, Naātuna still limp over his shoulder, he was more than a little disheartened with what he found. The house in question was just as shitty as the rest of them, though at least most of the windows were intact and relatively free of grime.Ā
It was far, far away from the quality medical care of Coruscant. The empire might have taken so many things from the clones over the years, but they at least had good healthcare as long as they remained useful ā heād give them that. Another thing to get used to, Cody supposed.Ā
The kiffar knocked on the door ahead of him and entered without waiting for an answer.Ā
āOi, Fix! Got some more rejects for you!ā
Cody froze.Ā
Just that simple name had him transported back in time by almost a decade. It couldnāt be-
But then a head poked through one of the adjoining doorways and Codyās instinct was proved correct. A clone stared back at him, going grey at the temples just like Cody and with a small nick taken out of his eyebrow where Fever had thrown a scalpel at him after the second battle of Geonosis all those years ago.
Cody released the breath heād been holding.Ā
This was Fix, Codyās long-time CMO who had been reassigned shortly after the fall of the Jedi.Ā
In front of him, Fix also froze in shock, evidently having made similar revelations about Cody.Ā
āHowā¦ā Fixās shoulders sagged and neither moved for a long moment before the medic seemed to notice the twiālek slung over Codyās shoulder. āPut her down over here, Codes, come on. Is she breathing?āĀ
āYeah.ā
āGood.āĀ
As soon as Codyās arms were free and Naātuna was safely lying on a medical cot, he was being pulled into a bone-crushing hug, as if Fix meant to suffocate him. His arm stung with the movement but Cody didnāt care, hugging him back just as hard.Ā
This was his vod ā brothers in the way Cody could never have been with anyone who hadnāt served in the 212th.Ā
Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. He hadnāt realised just how fucking lonely heād been until then, until he was presented with a kind, familiar face.Ā
It was a long while before the brothers separated but eventually, having patients to tend to, Fix pulled away. He didnāt move far, though, only enough to stare at his face and take his cheeks in his hands, as if having to make sure Cody was real.Ā
āCodyā¦ā His eyes were just as tearful as Codyās own. The commander smiled.Ā
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I wonder what could be happening in this piece...
Guess you'll have to go read @eomereadig's AMAZING fic right here and find out!
I've had such a good time working with this amazing team for The Clone Bang 2024! @eomereadig created such a gorgeous story, @alwritey87 has been an incredibly attentive beta reader, and @hsal has been a fantastic fellow artist! Huge shout out to all of you, because y'all deserve all the love!
Another massive shout out to the mods of @clonebang because without them, this event wouldn't happen!
So excited to finally share my submission for the @clonebang 2024! My work will be 10 chapters long posted every few days until the new year. Really privileged to have worked alongside @hello-there-cyarika and @hsal have made some amazing art for this fic (links coming soon) and @alwritey87 who has been the most tireless, patient beta i've ever had :)
Tags: Cody-centric, Cody needs a hug, post-order 66, post-ROTS, angst, self-loathing, excessive amounts of introspection
Chapter 1 now avaliableĀ here
When heād successfully emptied the drawer, its contents packed away pristinely, Cody went to nudge it closed again with his foot but froze when he glanced back down.Ā
There was a photograph left behind in the bottom of the drawer.Ā
Codyās heart clenched but he bent to pick it up regardless, twisting it around to view the faces he already knew were there.Ā
The photograph was of himself and Obi-Wan. The Jedi had taken it the day the 212th had some downtime on Kashyyyk. He and Obi-Wan had taken two of the speeders out far into the surrounding forests, racing each other to the large river that split the land in two. Of course, Obi-Wan had won, but Cody suspected that heād used the force to cheat a little (and to stop Cody smashing head-first into a tree). The day had been scorching enough that the river at the end of it had been a blessed relief. Theyād even treated themselves to a picnic while they were there, sitting on an overhanging branch with their feet dangling into the cool water.Ā
That had been the day Cody had realised he loved Obi-Wan ā truly and unfailingly. It was the day heād figured out that he was loved just as hard in return, too.Ā
Obi-Wan had snapped the photo and sent it to him afterwards. In it, he lent heavily into Codyās space, Cody having to rest his head on the Jediās for them both to fit in the frame. Obi-Wan was beaming into the camera, hair a mess whilst Cody looked a little more reserved ā though still smiling (more at Obi-Wan than the communicator).Ā
It was without a doubt one of Codyās fondest memories ā and one of the few pictures he still had of Obi-Wan. After the purge, theyād been ordered to remove as many images of the Jedi as they could, both from the public records or any personal items they happened to come across. The intelligence corps had even gone so far as to erase whole years of holonews data to help their case, anything they could do to wipe clean all the good the Jedi had done.Ā
For a long time, Cody hadnāt been able to look at the photo. Heād kept it tucked in the pocket of a disused pair of blacks, and then in between some dusty flimsi-files, and then finally in the bottom drawer along with all the other remnants of his former life. As much as it had painedĀ him, Cody hadnāt been able to throw the photo away. So heād kept it tucked in the dark, keenly aware of just how much his chest hurt every time he opened that box inside himself again.Ā
Over time, though, the pain had eased into something more manageable. On rare occasions, he was able to open it back up again, fish out the photo from where it was sandwiched between two pairs of jeans and look at it before he went to sleep for as long as he dared. Those were the times where Cody needed to pretend, just for a moment, that he was somewhere else, someone else ā anyone as long as they were happy.Ā
He always had good dreams after heād done that ā even if he woke up crying.Ā
Cody thumbed over a frayed corner of the photo as he gazed at Obi-Wanās beaming face. Force, he must have looked different now, older, haggard, just as Cody did. Heād never wanted that for Obi-Wan. The notion that heād died young, would never have to grow old, sick or frail, had been something of a comfort to him. A comfort now shattered.Ā
What did Obi-Wan think of him, now? The idea of Obi-Wan hating him hurt more than Cody simply hating himself. Whatsmore, if Obi-Wan did, Cody would understand it completely. How could he possibly defend himself or justify what he did? He was the reason Obi-Wan had spent the last ten years suffering. Heād spent that time believing that Cody had meant to kill him, too, that their whole relationship had been built on a lie.Ā
Had he carried that hurt with him, deep in his chest, like Cody had?
Did he have a real, physical hurt from what Cody had done? Had he maimed him, condemned him to a life of agony, without even knowing it?
Each question was more painful than the last. Cody knew that if he left things as they were, so broken, so wrong, that he wouldnāt have been able to live with himself.Ā
@eomereadig you have been such a gem to work with!! You've written SUCH an incredible fic!
Y'all for real go check out this amazing work it is truly a fantastic read!
(Spoiler alert, he also has a Vikavolt, Volcarona, and Rabsca)
Hope you brought a fire type
@formvienthusiast you are absolutely correct that Anakin is a bug catcher! The vibe is so correct. I think deoxys is like, his partner pokemon and the only outlier because "chosen one" lol He's a special space boy so he gets a special space pokemon!! (also the combination blue and red in deoxys and Ani's blue to red lightsaber yk? maybe i just think a lot about symbolism who knows)
<3 I do not give my consent or my permission for my art to be re-posted or reuploaded on this or any other website, or to be used to train an ai <3
āIām so cold,ā Kenobi said, his words barely above a whisper, but with their bodies pressed close Cody had no trouble hearing him. āSo cold,ā he repeated, breathing the words into Codyās ear as he began to shiver.Ā
Cody squeezed Kenobi more tightly, pressing their bare chests together and willing the heat from his own body to warm his general faster.
āGood,ā Cody said, relief washing over him. Both men lay on their sides with only a thin layer of survival blanket protecting them from the lumpy icy ground.Ā It did a decent job so far, but it wasnāt rated for the temperatures yet to come.Ā Ā
Cody shifted onto his back pulling Kenobi with him.Ā The cocoon of survival blanket crinkled but didnāt tear.Ā It was stronger than it looked Cody expected that but he hadnāt wanted to test it too rigorously.Ā Technically, it was an emergency sack, but Cody preferred not to use that term in this situation.Ā If Rex was the one to find them, there would be weeks of teasing about being in the sack with his general.Ā
Kenobi tensed only for a moment and let out a short hiss of air.Ā Then he relaxed and settled on top of Cody resting his head on his chest just below his chin.Ā Slowly Cody took a long deep breath.Ā It was easier than it had been the first time he tried this.Ā
āIn what way,ā His generalās voice shook as he tried to get the words out, āis it g-good-d?ā
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