#Implied Codywan

[welcometothesewers]

Face studies! Of course it’s Cody and Obiwan, I’m nothing but predictable

#obi wan kenobi #commander cody #my art #the bad batch #star wars clone wars #star wars prequels #star wars the clone wars #tcw obi wan #star wars tcw #tcw cody #implied codywan #cause it’s me #sw obi wan kenobi #obi wan #kenobi show

[thehighrepublicbrainrot]

Anakin: Is there something wrong with the commander? He seems to be in a bad mood...

Rex: I don't know. Who could tell?

Flashback

Rex: *Walks into Cody's office*

Cody: *Seemingly crying with his face in his hands*

Rex: Are you alright sir? Tough weekend?

Cody: I went to Naboo with my husb- Obi-Wan. We wore hats out of palmfronds and swam with the stingrays. I've never been happier.

Rex:

Flashback end

Rex: That guy's impossible to read. I don't even try.

Cody on the other side of the room, talking over comm, emotionlessly: That is without question the funniest story I've ever heard.

#incorrect star wars quotes #incorrect clone wars quotes #incorrect quotes #star wars #star wars the clone wars #rex #CT-7567 #captain rex #anakin skywalker #marshal commander cody #commander cody #cody #cc 2224 #implied codywan #source: brooklyn nine nine

[alliseonline]

Battle after battle. Fight after fight. Death after death, after death, after death. An onslaught of countless lives lost in dust and careless afterthought. It is something Obi-Wan is deeply familiar with, because it is something he had known, once. He has known war before, as intimately as he knows his own name. Known his Master’s name. And his Padawan’s, and great Padawan’s. He knows war like he knows the list of the forgotten and how it continues to stretch and grow, all their names like plaques engraved in his bones as a reminder of what he fights for and what he will undoubtedly lose again.

#star wars #sw #tcw #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #implied codywan #codywan #my writing #my fic #my fanfic #edited

[trixree]

1 MONTH LATE BUT HERE IT IS @kine-iende! I hope it does not disappoint! <3

It’s a rare thing that the 501st and 212th are dirtside on Coruscant together. Although, not quite as rare as it would be for any other two random battalions. No, given Kenobi and Skywalker’s close working relationship (although “working” is a loaded term; in Rex’s humble opinion, their relationship stutters along like a broken walker over rocky terrain, ori’vod and vod’ika that get along like two bulls locked in a very small cage made entirely of red bars) it happens to be that when the 212th gets leave, it’s a 50/50 shot that the 501st will, also. 

And Rex isn’t complaining. He’ll take a day spent in Cody and Ahsoka’s company over Fives’ and Echo’s anyday, if only to give his constant stress migraine a rest. Although it is… strange to be left in a General’s apartment. 

Kenobi’s berth at the Jedi Temple is a greenhouse. Thick green and yellow leaves clog up the windows, letting only slivers of sunlight through their sticky fingers, and climb inexorably from their ceiling baskets to the floors in great, tangled arms. Everything else is a perfect picture of tidiness— save for the terrifying and unknown Beyond of General Skywalker’s bedroom, hidden behind a firmly shut door. (Rex has seen the General’s quarters on their ship. He has no need to acquire yet another type of mold poisoning.)

“I’m hungry,” Ahsoka whines from her upside-down perch off the back of Kenobi’s couch. She digs her toes into Rex’s thigh to punctuate her displeasure. 

Cody, sat on the opposite couch with a datapad and therefore free of Ahsoka’s torment, hums contemplatively. “Unfortunate,” he says. 

“Reeeeexxxxxx,” she drawls, turning “x” into a snake-like hissing sound of misery. 

“No.” He’d like to return to his novel. Unlike a certain Marshal Commander, Rex’s hobbies are actual leisure activities and not simply more datawork or strange, unending bouts of research on sustainable agriculture or whatever. Unlike said soulless automaton, Rex can enjoy a bit of fiction with his war and misery. 

“You’re just gonna’ let me starve?”

“Yes.” 

Cody huffs out a noiseless laugh. Without looking up from his two-thousand cell spreadsheet, he adds, “Starving is preferable to trying to choke down whatever Rex’ika cooks.” 

False. Lies and slander. 

“How do you know?” Rex asks, lowering his novel so as to fix Cody with his best glare. 

Cody, still not looking up, arches a brow. “I’ve seen you soak a ration bar in caf overnight and eat it with a spoon in the morning.” 

Ahsoka gags. Rex pushes her off the couch. 

“Like you’re any better!”

Cody scoffs. “My skills are innumerable and outmatched.” 

Two white and blue montrals peek out over the couch back like a gopher sticking its snout out of a hole. Predator-sharp teeth appear out from behind smiling lips. Ahsoka’s eyes double in size as she croons, “Ori’vod—” 

“No,” Cody drawls. 

“Pleaaaaaaase?” 

“No.” 

“But how else can you prove that you’re a better cook than Rex?” 

Cody looks up. She has his attention, now. She is Rex’s cleverist vod’ika, but certainly not his favorite. No, she’s too clever to be a favorite. Too much of a pain in the shebs, her and her clever brain. Case in point, she has found the one thing that never fails to engage the beloved and feared Marshal Commander’s attention: competition. 

“Go on,” Cody prompts, steepling his fingers under his chin. 

Ahsoka points at the kitchen. “You and Rexy both cook me something and I judge whose food is better. Oh! And Skyguy and Master Obi can judge, too! When they come back from the meeting with the Chancellor!” She waggles her brow-markings at Cody in a terrible imitation of Fives’ patented eyebrow dance. “You’re gonna’ pass on an opportunity to woo Master Obi?”  

Rex snorts. “Their idea of ‘wooing’ involves ancient poetry and kicking Grievous in the face-plate.” 

“‘Four of his five wits went halting off, and now is the whole man governed with one: so that if he have wit enough to keep himself warm, let him bear it for a difference between himself and his horse; for it is all the wealth that he hath left, to be known a reasonable creature’ [1],” Cody sniffs. He stands, setting his datapad on the low caf table, and brushing invisible dirt from his dress greys. 

“I have no idea what you just said,” Rex admits. 

“I think he called you stupid,” Ahsoka offers. 

“Fantastic.” 

“And what are we making you, oh fine and esteemed judge?” Cody asks, carefully folding his sleeves to the elbow and already walking off towards the kitchen. 

Ahsoka leaps up after him, hollering suggestions. With a heavy sigh, Rex follows. He knows he’s about to get his ass handed to him on a silver platter. No one does needless and petty competition like Cody does needless and petty competition. A trauma surgeon could challenge Cody to open heart surgery and Cody’s first question would be “where’s the OR?”

Ahsoka settles on pasta as she settles into a kitchen chair. Rex despairs at her inability to sit normally—she’s spun the thing around so that it’s back is at her front, arms folded over the top and pointy chin resting atop her folded hands, pleased as pie. Anakin sits normally. She must have picked it up from Cody’s problem-Jedi. Although Ahsoka’s take on the tradition involves considerably less draping and more acrobatic folding. 

“Pasta,” Rex repeats. He watches Cody reach for something in the pantry only to get kicked in the shin. “Fuck!” 

“No cheating,” Cody snaps. He hides his bounty behind his back, teeth and gums bared. 

“Cheating?! How do I cheat at cooking?” 

“By sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong,” Cody replies. 

“Yeah!” Ahsoka echoes. 

“We haven’t even started yet,” Rex grits out through clenched teeth. Maybe he was wrong. Fives and Echo can’t possibly be more annoying than these two. 

Cody tsks. “This is why you’re losing, Rex’ika.” 

With a wordless noise of frustration, Rex throws open the pantry and starts looking for… ingredients. Ingredients for pasta. Which he totally knows how to make and absolutely knows what it looks like. He’s for sure had pasta before, right? 

Right? 

He paws through can after can of veg and… other substances, roots through a couple metal containers before deciding that they all just have dried leaves in them, and prods at the white powder in a paper bag labeled “FLOUR” in aurebesh. 

“You doing okay there, Rexter?” Ahsoka teases. 

“Silence from the gallery,” Rex shoots back. 

A clicking and whoosing sound catches his attention and he turns to find that Cody already has a big metal pot on the stove and a small fire going. It must be a gas stove. Rex has never even seen one of those used before. The stoves on the ship are all electric. 

Fuck. 

He turns back to the pantry, shoves some things around, and declares, “Cody took all of the pasta so I don’t know what you expect me to do here.” Fucking saboteur.

Cody and Ahsoka blink at him. 

“Rex,” Ahsoka says. Stops. Blinks at him. 

“Vod’ika,” Cody says in a soothing tone. “Explain to me how what you are holding is not pasta.” 

Rex looks down at the box in his hands. He’d picked it up to get it out of the way of his line of sight. The box says “FARFALLE” above a picture of a very sharp looking bow-shaped necktie. “Uh,” he stalls. 

Cody waits. 

“Uh.” 

Ahsoka stands up and claps her hands together once. “Well,” she says, but with a “p” at the end, sounding like welp, and then adds, “Cody wins!” 

“This victory is Pyrrhic,” Cody says. 

“I haven’t even started,” Rex protests. 

“You’re done, Rexter. You’re done. Go sit down,” Ahsoka soothes. Cody nods somberly. She takes him gently by the shoulders and attempts to steer him back to the couch.

Rex digs his heels in. “Wait, is this pasta? This is not pasta. Right? Right?” 

“Poor dumb Rex,” Ahsoka tuts. 

“Hey! I'm right here!"

"I will have silence from the gallery. Let there be silence. I am cooking. Stop causing a scene, Rex. I raised you better than that."

[1] Much Ado About Nothing, Act 1, Scene 1

#speed commissions #trxiree writes #commander cody my beloved #captain rex my beloved #ahsoka tano #let the clones cook pasta dinner for each other #i think that would have ended the clone wars #implied codywan

[ihathbenobiwankenobied]

Cody: Obi-Wan, you should go to sleep.

Obi-Wan: no, i'd rather stay awake for 72 hours, take three stims, drink 12 cups of black coffee, and stare blankly at my datapad until my eyes dry out. but thanks.

#how codywan writers write fics #I'm codywan writers #star wars fanon #it's just assumed that this is how they are #implied codywan #codywan fanfic #obi wan kenobi #owk #cc-2224 #commander cody #cody/obi wan #cody x obi wan #fanfiction #fanfic

[broitsf-ckingfreezing]

Finally writing my own Star Wars fanfic.

Featuring: Eldritch Jedi exploration while still maintaining aspects of their culture and traditions that we all know and love.

#star wars #ao3 #fanfic #star wars fanfiction #eldritch jedi #character exploration #pro jedi #we love the Jedi #idk if I’ll be able to keep my hatred of Anakin out of this one but I’ll try #fix it #implied codywan #if you squint #maybe also implied Quinlan x Obi #haven’t decided yet

[ineffablejaymee]

kaminoans, advertising their clones like some kind of laundry detergent: we have created the perfect soldiers to fight your war, they are smart, capable, obedient and durable. you will not find better men to fill your army

obiwan, watching as cody and rex are trying to stop wolffe from biting bly, who hides begind ponds, as fox contemplates if its possible for him to drown in his coffe: s u r e

#the clone wars fandom is constantly hallucinating at this point #theres nothing in canon abt cody fox wolffe bly and ponds being batchmates #and nothing implying that cody and rex knew eachother back on kamino #star wars #clone wars #obiwan kenobi #star wars clone wars #commander cody #codywan #captain rex #commander ponds #commander bly #commander fox #commander wolffe

[skltart]

life's hard when your general absolutely refuses to go to the medic. he just slaps a bacta patch on a stab wound and calls it a day

#trans!obi wan babyyy woooohooo!!! #also poor cody who does not get paid at all which i feel like we don't talk about enough btw #anyways #art #my art #fanart #star wars #star wars the clone wars #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #codywan #at least implied #trans artist #tw bruises

[goldleaf-art]

Back from the market before the heat of the day.

#commander cody #codywan #clone wars #Star Wars tcw #Star Wars #implied codywan anyway #desert husbands #so much is wrong with this but I’ve been messing with it for a fortnight and i just have to admit defeat LOL #poncho is referenced from a pic of Jango #goldleaf’s art

[varpusvaras]

I don’t really have a set preference on who’s the oldest and youngest in the CC-batch in fics, but I do have my own order

Ponds: Oldest. Absolutely doesn’t want to be oldest because that means he has to be more responsible than everyone else. Please don’t put that on him. Please.

Wolffe: Second oldest. The one who ended up with the oldest daughter-syndrome. Takes his younger siblings to school and picks them up from there while playing either metal or Barbie Girl on full blast. Extremely adoptable. Plo Koon had those papers READY from the moment they met for the first time.

Cody: Third oldest. Counts himself to be one of the older siblings despite being the middle child. Appears very responsible and usually is, but then he starts doing weird shit out of nowhere. Gets together with an older man who looks like an English professor who part-times as a yoga teacher. Cody thinks that’s the hottest shit ever. He gets made fun of aggressively.

Bly: Second youngest. People think he’s the youngest sometimes, and he is offended every single time. Thinks he can get away from being made fun of from falling in love with his Jedi because at least his Jedi is young and cool. He does not. He has not been called by his actual name by his brothers in years now. One of them got into his discord account and changed his username to Simp-5052. Bly hasn’t been able to change it back. He has tried.

Fox: The youngest. The Baby. Tries to escape the Baby Jail every waking moment of his life. Thought he succeeded when Rex got adopted into the batch. He got set straight very quickly about his life-sentence still continuing. Thought he succeeded the second time when he became the Commander of the Guard. Then Plo Koon heard about him and showed up with more adoption papers and all of his vod’ike are now coddling him. Thought he succeeded the third time when he got married. All of his brothers wanted to give a speech at his wedding. The whole Galaxy now knows that he’s the baby. He wants to maim something.

Rex: The younger cousing who got adopted into the family. The youngest but not. Absolutely plays the little brother card when he needs it, but then the next moment says that he has never met these people in his entire life. The only truly responsible one of them all and he knows it.

#I say this as someone who has four siblings myself lmao #I'm the second oldest and I get to ride shotgun and play music in our older brothers car #could fox also be the oldest? yes but it's funnier this way #star wars #clone wars #commander ponds #commander wolffe #commander cody #commander bly #commander fox #captain rex #coruscant guard #codywan #Plo is very determined to be the most buir in the galaxy okay #yes the b/b/f is implied there the wedding was a huge media thing and fox wants to murder every single one of them now

[frostbitebakery]

“Hng.”

“I know.”

“Hmh?”

“Yes, we do have to get up at some point.”

“Hmphr.”

“Compelling argument as always, Great Negotiator.”

“Hmh..?”

Cody slowly trailed his fingers between Obi-Wan’s shoulder blades. “Okay, five more minutes.”

#codywan #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #the clone wars fanart #my art #cody excels at languages #including the non-verbal Obi-Grunt #implied tight shirt on cody #the thigh straps return! #domestic codywan #frivolous use of light source #to highlight that ass #frostbitebakery art

[welcometothesewers]

Happy Halloween!!! 🎃

Trick-or-Treat from Coruscant, ft. Group costumes for tcw gang! Ahsoka as sailor moon, Anakin as sailor mars, Rex as mercury, Obi wan as Jupiter and Cody as Venus.

Bonus!Background Codywan

version without letters under the cut!

#the clone wars #ahsoka tano #anakin skywalker #captian rex #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #happy halloween #implied codywan #codywan #sailor moon #sailor venus #sailor jupiter #sailor mercury #sailor mars #sailor scouts #star wars fanart #star wars the clone wars #star wars prequels #star wars #my art

[thehighrepublicbrainrot]

Rex: I may be naive, but I'm not stupid! *Looks at Fives*

Fives: I may be stupid, but I'm not trying to look like I'm not! *Looks at Fox*

Fox: Well I may be a genius, but I'm not in love with a Jedi! *Looks at Cody*

Cody: *Is confused of how the conversation turned out and blushes*

#incorrect quotes #incorrect star wars quotes #incorrect clone wars quotes #star wars the clone wars #star wars #commander fox #commander cody #fives #rex #implied codywan #cc 2224 #cc 1010 #ct 7567 #ct 5555 #source: community

[seven-oomen]

I've written about 2600 words for this so far, and I am very nervous to share anything. This is the first thing I've written in months, and the first thing in Star Wars in general. So I politely ask that you keep criticism (constructive or otherwise) to yourself for now. Thank you, I hope you enjoy it. Link will come soon!

Basic premise: Cal Kestis is killed and travels back in time, where his 22-year-old conscience is thrown into the body of his newborn self. Stuck in a form in which he cannot talk or communicate, Cal has to grow up once again, find a way to stop order 66, discover the identity of the sith lord in the senate, and save the future.

Timeline: Starts right before The Phantom Menace and runs all the way through to Revenge of the Sith.

Few basic warnings for the whole fic; (not the snippet below) Intersex biology, Implied Mpreg, male character referred to as mom, Criticism of Jedi & Sith philosophy (not entirely anti-jedi), kid vs teen violence & shenanigans, romance plot between a commander and his general, and probably more. But that's what I can think of right now.

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“Master, why are we in the crèche?” Vader. No. Not Vader. Not yet. Skywalker asks.

“There’s someone I’d like you to meet. Be nice.”

He flails his arms about in frustration, his fingers instinctively curling around the little Runyip rattle that’s in the crib with him. There’s nothing in he can do at this point in time. He’s the only one who knows who this little monster will grow up to become. He’s the only one in the temple who knows what will transpire in ten years time. And there’s nothing he can do about any of it….

The rattle rattles next to his ear. And it hits him. There is something he can do.

“Aww, is that a baby? He’s cute. What’s his name?” Skywalker smiles as he walks up to the crib and leans over him, one hand reaching for his own tiny counterpart.

“His name is Cal. He’s my so-“ Mom starts, but he won’t let him finish that sentence.

The rattle, which is firmly grasped in his little hand flies up with a remarkably smooth and powerful movement, smacking against Skywalker’s forehead with a thunderous slap.

“OWWW. He hit me!”

“Anakin! Are you alright?”

Even mom’s fussing over the little future devil can’t break his spirit at the sight of the big red splot on Skywalker’s face. And if a giggle escapes him, well, he can’t help it. He is, but a baby right now, after all.

#codywan #cal kestis #star wars fanfiction #the clone wars fanfiction #implied mpreg #ben writes fanfic #snippet #link to follow #work in progress

[cmmdrkote]

codywan reverse bang team #13: i should tell him i love him

The words fell away as Obi-Wan raised his head. He had been expecting another visit from Cetius only to find his Commander standing in the doorway. He blinked a few times, fearing he was merely hallucinating. “Cody?” “General.” The Commander stared for a moment, trying to think of what to say. I’m glad I found you in time. I’m glad you’re alive. I missed you. I was worried about you. I think I love you. “Did you need a rescue?” “Do you know, Commander?” Obi-Wan tried for a smile and a laugh that turned into a groan as his broken ribs made themselves known. “I just think I might.”

So, I'm unfortunately late (life and death happened) but here is 2/3 of my piece for CWRB '23! Obi-Wan has gotten himself into a situation, and Cody is annoyed and using that to cover up how worried he is.

i would like to thank the mods of @codywanreversebang Serie and Anon for their endless patience, my friends for getting me through a difficult time, and of course my amazing writers Kay @foreverchangingfandomsao3 and Mia who have written a fantastic story for this prompt that you can read here.

I'll see you all soon for Part 3....a Keldabe kiss is imminent 👀 Notes and close-ups sans shadows under the cut:

A consistent light source? Who? I've never heard of her in my entire life.

I swear I didn't mean for there to be Christ-like undertones (I'm not even Christian) but once I had Obi's pose laid out and the light focused on him, I was like "fuck I gotta commit to the space Jesus now".

I originally intended for this to have a much more cartoony style, but the shading on Cody's face got away from me and then I needed to match that level of realism for his whole body, which drastically increased the time taken and I had to scrap all my plans for Obi.

The pose/prompt and Obi's outfit are inspired by Crossfire by Brandon Flowers, a whumper's dream of a music video and also a bop. I had sketched something out about two years ago and ended up adapting it for this idea.

Obi is wearing suspenders and a dress shirt because 1. I hate drawing clothing and knew robes would suck 2. Brandon is wearing that outfit in the video which made an easier reference 3. Suspenders are hot 4. I needed to show the hairy chest

Clip Studio Paint can eat my ass, I'm never upgrading to their bs subscription model.

Ewan and Temuera are some of the most handsome men I've seen in my entire life and no I will not be taking questions.

Here are some close-ups because I want to show off what I did before covering it up with dramatic ass shadows:

#codywan #star wars #the clone wars #star wars art #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #obi wan whump #my art #my post #tw blood #tw implied torture #tw injury #i dedicate this art to the codywan reddit refugee and the user who called obi wan the pillow princess of warfare

[bytebun]

hey don’t cry. 10 million blorbos from your shows, okay?

#commander cody #obi-wan kenobi #uh. i guess implied #codywan #star wars #bytebun draws #ok on twitter sometimes japanese artists i follow will caption their au posts with 'delusion for those who can accept anything' #(and then explain the au) (or at least that's what google translate tells me) #that's how i feel about this one. #can't imagine a universe where this guy would sit down to play mario cart w his bf's family after an obvious crying jag #but like maybe he watched legally blond or something & got rlly moved #abt the main character finding her own path with an identity separate from her partner without losing the core elements of her personality #and self-expression. and also winning at the law. you know? #au cody can have elle woods as his blorbo. #in my au where he's doing law things re: clone citizenship #but also fuck stylizing crying genuinely hard. idk if i can get stylistically simpler than the first pic & still convey the precise emotion #that i want. i'm cheating there with like some actual shading instead of hard lines... more studying required #it's like difficult to draw people crying bc/ it's one of those emotions that changes the whole shape of your face... the invert of a #beaming smile. the tears aren't the important part... that's why the 'stoic guy sheds single tear trope' is so funny #they're out there w their plastic immobile faces and a fake tear when the important part is all those scrunched up microexpressions #someone trying rlly hard not to cry has the deeper mouth corners & tense brow-eyelid combo & that wrinkle near the nostril #unfortunately all of these lines are also the only indication of old age in most anime lmao so its so so hard to figure out how to draw em #shld do some ch*insawman or g*lden kmy studies probably. those guys r pretty good at funny looking faces