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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
It’s finally done!!
The Codywan Tatooine AU is officially up. As I mentioned before, it’s been a crazy long time since I’ve written anything, so the fact that I was able to get 2k words on paper makes me so happy.
It gives me hope that I can write more of these two in the future!
Anyway, I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think :)
LOOK AT THEM CUNTY WIZARDS🗣️
Another WIP shot ~
Didn’t mean to leave this so long but alas life has been very busy…
Anyway hopefully will be finished with it soon once I master painting alien planet cliff faces ig
I’m super excited to be writing and working on my very first fic for the Star Wars fandom! It’s going to be a Codywan Tatooine AU of sorts. It’s been over a year since I’ve written literally anything, so I can’t help but be excited to share just a snippet of the fic. Please let me know what you think 🥰
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It had been 365 days since Obi-Wan’s world seemed to come to a screeching halt.
A year since he felt the lights of too many Jedi blink out in the Force. Since Anakin fell. Since facing him on Mustafar, leaving his Padawan, his brother, behind.
365 days since hearing those two words from Cody’s cold, calculated voice.
Blast him!
He could still feel the fall, Boga’s screech merging with his own shout. The way Cody, had gone from a beacon of light in the Force to a dreadful, dark void. One by one his men had followed, blasters raised without hesitation.
It had haunted him for many nights when he first arrived on Tatooine, Luke clutched tightly to his chest.
The boy was the last fragile thread that had connected him to Anakin. In Luke’s face he could see the kind eyes of the boy he raised, paired with a smile that no doubt resembled Padme’s.
Sometimes when the loneliness grew too sharp in his chest, he’d close his eyes and reach out to him in the Force. Just to feel that brightness, unmarred from the weight of the galaxy around him. He never reached out for longer than a few minutes, and never tried to push past the surface level. If he dug deeper into the Force, nothing but the weight of loss and coldness met him, leaving him breathless and with moisture in his eyes that took the rest of the day to get rid of.
So instead, he spent most of his time on the arid planet surviving. He ate and drank enough to sustain himself, and endured the heat and silence alone. He occasionally spoke with Beru and Owen, though after those conversations he always felt drained of any remaining energy. For a year now, he had continued this routine.
And yet on the 366th day, the routine changed.
He had been meditating on a nearby large rock, when a tickle, a nudge almost, had run down his spine. He had felt his body tense on instinct, the feeling settling uncomfortably in his stomach. The Force hadn’t shown him danger exactly—not the kind that screamed— but instead gave him a sense of something familiar, something once-trusted.
He had opened his eyes and just on the edge of the horizon, he had seen what the Force had been trying to warn him of.
Cody.
i think the thing about codywan that’s really fun is the fact that they are both undeniable bastards.
like, don’t get me wrong, they’re kind. they’re so kind and gentle and caring it hurts sometimes. they will put anyone else before themselves. they will always check a dead body for a pulse. they are some of the best people in the entire galaxy.
but holy fuck are they sarcastic and snarky and smart asses.
they’re all snide remarks in the middle of a battle. they keep up with each other perfectly including in humor no matter the circumstances and i love it about them.
their bickering is easy and lacks any real heat at all. it’s just fun for them. they love their little jokes, their little games.
Cody doesn’t talk overmuch, not like Obi-Wan does, but what he does say is either extremely meaningful or really funny. he delivers his jokes bone dry and it balances out Obi-Wan’s sarcasm in a way nobody else in the galaxy manages to do.
It's been 29838482 years but here is something I wrote as a way to process the supernatural final season.
Hoping to get back into writing more for this fandom as well as more stevetony stuff!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
the quiz is now working! “why would the marvel fandom hate you if you were a character”
https://uquiz.com/huAO4F
chadwickboseman It is with immeasurable grief that we confirm the passing of Chadwick Boseman.
Chadwick was diagnosed with stage III colon cancer in 2016, and battled with it these last 4 years as it progressed to stage IV.
A true fighter, Chadwick persevered through it all, and brought you many of the films you have come to love so much. From Marshall to Da 5 Bloods, August Wilson’s Ma Rainey’s Black Bottom and several more, all were filmed during and between countless surgeries and chemotherapy.
It was the honor of his career to bring King T’Challa to life in Black Panther. He died in his home, with his wife and family by his side.
The family thanks you for your love and prayers, and asks that you continue to respect their privacy during this difficult time.
Photo Credit: @samjonespictures
one day you will understand
why i pushed you away as i ran
and you will find a better man
than i am
trust, im doing you a favor
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rb to make a trans person feel loved 💕
Mindhunter, 2x08
still love how much character they manage to squish into the little music montages, especially of holden being a little dick. getting back at tench for waking him up with the car radio by throwing out his racing bets? waking up tench and barney by using the walkie talkie feedback? hanging his tie up on the rear view mirror? absolute gremlin mode. somebody get a hold of this child
not the best & w no background bc i am Lazy, but here's irondad taking his kids (adopted human!nebula on his shoulders, harley, & baby peter) to the park. safety first!
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idk if it counts but DUM-E had deffo, like, low-key-kinda very gently punched tony in the face. very gently. a small boop. not entirely comfortable because he is made of metal, but it was an Attempt at Affection that may, kinda, be considered a "cheek kiss"
consider,, platonic rhodeytony (tonys like 15 xjskfj) doing the Physical Affection bc tony is hella touch-starved and:
From the prompt list: 88. "Wanna bet?" with WinterIron if you'd like. Please and thank you. :)
thank you for the prompt!
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The sun is peeking through the blinds, casting a warm light across their bed. Tony groans as the light hits his face and covers his head with his pillow. He had spent too many hours in the lab after his final meeting of the night, and the lack of sleep was finally catching up to him. He hears a chuckle come from next to him, the sound filling up the quiet room.
“I told you not to spend so long working last night. But did you listen?” Bucky turns to face him, resting his head on his hand. .
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Oh yeah?”
“I have no recollection of you ever saying those words to me. I do however, remember you waxing poetic about how dashing I looked covered in motor oil,” he hears Bucky scoff, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going back to sleep for another 24 hours.”
He nearly falls asleep once more before a finger nudges his side. He pretends to ignore it, hoping that if he doesn’t stir Bucky will actually believe he’s fallen back asleep. This time the covers are thrown off to the side, allowing the cold air to hit Tony’s body. He lifts his head up and turns to glare at the blanket thief. Naturally, Bucky is looking off to the side, trying and failing to hide his smirk. When he finally catches Tony’s gaze he laughs.
“What?” he asks, feigning innocence.
“You know exactly what you did Barnes.”
“I find it very rude that you’re condemning me for something I clearly didn’t do. You obviously kicked the covers away on your own and now you’re blaming little ol’ me-”
Bucky’s cut off when the pillow smacks him directly in the face. He blinks, before barking out a laugh. It’s Tony’s turn to play dumb. Bucky grabs the pillow behind him and pulls it back, ready to swing.
“Any last words, Stark?”
“Just that I’m gonna kick your ass in this pillow fight.”
“Wanna bet?”
They swing at each other simultaneously. They don’t swing hard enough to do any real damage, but it’s fun nonetheless. They both enjoy moments like these, when the world fades away and it’s just about them. There’s no city to worry about, no meetings to attend or banquets to appear at. Here, it’s just two souls melting into one.
With one last hit from Tony, Bucky flops back against the mattress, trying to catch his breath. Tony lays on his back beside him, causing the bed to dip slightly. He looks over and feels his breath catch in his throat. The sunlight peeking in from earlier is even brighter, illuminating the features of Bucky’s face. He’s beautiful.
“You’re staring there, Stark.”
Tony feels himself smile, despite the teasing. He heaves himself up, and presses a chaste kiss against Bucky’s lips. He lets out a soft hum and rises from the bed.
“I think it’s time for breakfast. I’m thinking pancakes sound pretty good right now.”
Bucky laughs, slowly making his way out of the bed to follow his boyfriend.
“Of course you are.”
“Well, I think you owe me some after I clearly won that fight.”
Bucky scoffs, “I don’t think high-pitched screaming counts as winning.”
Tony turns and pretends to be hurt, “How rude! And here I was going to offer you a cup of coffee before I made my own.” A hand grips his wrist and spins him around. Bucky kisses him softly.
Maybe waking up early wasn't so bad after all.
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prompt was from this list!
Eugene and Rapunzel flirting.
oh my god STOP IT
