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amikoroyaiart · 11 months
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Codywan commission for @ryukokei
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trixree · 9 months
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The brain worms are ON ONE tonight folks I am thinking about Cody/Maul/Obi-Wan post order 66 living on tattooine together
like what if Maul sought out Obi-Wan's Commander shortly after O66 to get obsessive freaky closure about how Obes died (feels robbed of the kill, generally mentally ill about it, etc.) and is like "he is useless to me with all this fucking Imperial programing in the way" and does Force Stuff to break Cody's chip and what if Cody Wakes Up and goes "I can use this fucked up little guy to get to my General, who I believe survived, and then I'll just kill him easy peasy and live happily ever after with my husband" so he tells Maul that Obi-Wan is probably alive, actually, and cue a really violent road trip of them retracing Obi-Wan's steps in the hours after O66 via Imperial intel and hyper competence on both of their parts and
OH NO WHAT IF THEY START TO FALL IN LOVE like the forced proximity of it all...LISTEN TO ME. the intimacy of fighting alongside someone and having a functional partnership that's turned Dependency on both of your part's because you were both Traumatized in surprisingly similar ways (raised as a tool of violence for someone else's purpose, same guy actually!) and also have a similar goal via your mutual obsession with this one guy and actually, he's not that bad for a sith/clone, and by the time they get wise to Luke's existence and gun it for Tatooine, Maul is like "if I kill Kenobi this is going to upset Cody. That is Unideal. Can i live with not killing Kenobi?" and Cody is like "I cannot kill him afterall, I like him too much, how the FUCK am I going to explain this to Obi let alone any of the mind control & sorry i tried to kill you shit"
and what if Obi-Wan kept Luke because Reasons and is just so goddamn thankful for some extra childcare help (Luke's in his terrible 2s and he's force sensitive -- Obi's more sleep deprived than he ever was during the clone wars) that he really doesn't give a shit at all that it's his ex that tried to kill him for some mystery reason and motherfucking Maul on his doorstep. help is help 🙏 and they bang and stuff of course okay I'm only human
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mariemarion · 1 year
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I'll go through black holes and meteors So, I can be completely yours~
CodyWan commission for the ongoing fic Interstitial by @galateagalvanized 🌌 Thank you once again 💖 !
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dontbelasagnax · 2 months
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you want to draw or write codywan kissing so bad it makes you look stupid
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anstarwar · 2 years
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Cody and Obi-wan icon commission
Love how the colors came out on this one, ngl
If you'd like to commission me, please checkout my prices and form
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jun-hyungs · 1 year
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morning
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kana7o · 1 year
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comms for @lapauguillen!!
obikin listening to a liddol cal kestis and disneyland codywan!
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sissiarte · 1 year
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Commissions are Open!
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Hey!! Hey!!! I’m opening commissions!!
Let me draw your ocs, let me draw that side character of that weird show you like no one makes content of, let me draw your favourite blorbo!
You can find the form here, please feel free to contact me if you have any questions and read all the information! I would really appreciate if you could share <3
(if you want to see more check my art tag or if you have something specific in mind and don’t know if I can do it or how much will it be just ask!)
Examples below 👇
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Bust, simple colour: 35 €
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Half, full render, extra character, simple bg: 137 €
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Full, full render, simple bg: 85 €
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Full, sketch: 30 €
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kkrazy256 · 2 years
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Commission for @ahsokatano-thetogruta , thank you for your support!
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amikoroyaiart · 1 year
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Cody and Obi-Wan commission 🌻
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gateway-artist · 2 years
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A commission I did for my bestie @wonderfilled-18 !! Very proud with how this came out! This was kind of a What If? Thing we came up with. What if Cody possessed the Dark Saber and became the new ruler of Mandalore. Obi-Wan trying to save him because yeah lmao idk enjoy!
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trixree · 2 years
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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
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nottonyharrison · 2 years
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including enquiry form link and process notes for those who are like me and get anxious about how different people work and what their communication boundaries are 💙
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svechkin · 1 year
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commissioned this gorgeous post-battle tenderisms codywan piece from @acheronist and i am obsessed
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salbertwolf · 10 months
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Sunflowers & Lavender
Obi Wan is the sunflower, actually, Obi Wan looks towards the sun he tries to be positive and Cody is literally the sun but he's also lavenders because he's there for him, devoted, calm, the rock in the storm because everything is happening but like the sunflower that always looks at the sun for guidance so is he to calm and help, they are for each other in ways that other's can be but aren't at that moment and they just fit like puzzles from two different boxes in this essay i will-
NO BUT SERIOUSLY I LOVE THEM SO MUCH, maybe it's my interpretation and I'm projecting but the trust??? the comfort??? the "We're together but we're our own and I want you to be your own and when we're apart that does not limit how much I love you"????? I'm in tears, i'm in love, I love them very much
That's all for codywan beloveds
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barmadumet · 1 month
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New Commission for Chapter 64 – Streets of Gold!
My first codywan illustration!! Ahh! And I am in ~AWE~ ...Nicky_tesss is in my head again...
Me: (omitting background descriptions)
Nicky: “This is what it looks like.”
Me: “YEP! That’s it!”
Look at the lighting! Look at those bricks! So rustic and romantic 🥰
Their body language and facial expressions are absolutely incredible here. Cody could not love this man more. You soak up all that comfort, hurt Master Obi!
THANK YOU, THANK YOU, NICKY! ❤️
Now. While this is first an obikin story with only a background codywan happily ever after, starting near the end (different Obi-Wan), I didn’t want to sensor the ship name for the purpose of this post; this piece can surely be enjoyed outside of the context of the fic, and it is too beautiful not to share with everyone!
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