A Jedi, A Sith, And A Child Killer Walk Into The Bar. The Bartender Says Get The F[rick] Out, Skywalker."

A Jedi, a Sith, and a child killer walk into the bar. The bartender says “Get the f[rick] out, Skywalker."

well now you've raised a great question bc he's only a child-killer as a Vader and doesn't have enough time pre-suit to go to a bar, so he'd have to go when he can't like... drink properly. would he order a drink to stare at it??

or -- and hear me out here -- crazy straw

canon event

more rebels nine-nine -> here

Obi-Wan and Boga

Through the Force, he felt in the beast an unshakable commitment to obedience and care for its rider: an almost Jedi-like devotion to service as the ultimate duty (…)

“You’d best find your way home, girl,” he said, patting Boga’s scaled neck. “One way or another, I doubt I’ll have further need of your assistance.”

Boga gave a soft, almost regretful honk of acknowledgment, then bent a sharper curve into her long flexible neck to place her beak gently against Obi-Wan’s chest.

“It’s all right, Boga. I thank you for your help, but to stay here will be dangerous. This area is about to become a free-fire zone. Please. Go home.”

Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith (novelization)

I still do not have any new art so here are some older sketchies, some from 2022 and some from 2023 💞

accidentally wrote another longer-than-a-drabble somft codywan drabble the other day and thought I'd share <3

The morning after their first time, Cody wakes up first and just... stares at Obi-Wan. They didn't close the drapes the night before so the artificial Coruscant sun illuminates Obi-Wan who's lying prone beside Cody, one arm thrown over Cody's belly. He wants to touch him. All his freckles. Scars and blemishes. Areas where his skin folds up. The hair that covers him from head to toe.

He doesn't know if it's okay. They did an awful lot of touching last night. They said a lot of things and somehow nothing at all. So he doesn't know if this is okay. If he can touch now. The morning after. If maybe he could touch... forever.

When Obi-Wan wakes up, it's with an undistinguished snort and a long yawn that cracks three times. He stretches through it and folds himself into Cody, seemingly searching him for warmth the sun and blankets are not providing. Or maybe... he wants to touch too.

"Mrrgm," he says intelligibly against Cody's neck and then inhales deeply, fingers curling around Cody's ribs.

Cody's own fingers itch.

He refrains.

"'kay?" Obi-Wan asks. Half asleep and voice rumbly deep, he's somehow a mixture of adorable and unbearably sexy. Cody's heart throbs.

"Could I," Cody swallows, "touch you?"

He can feel a smile curl against his neck. "Already wanting to go for another round?"

"No. I mean yes but- no." He might be blushing. He does want but that's not- "I meant- touching. Just. Could I?"

Obi-Wan seems to wake up considerably at his bumbling. "Touch me," he says earnest and soft.

Cody does. Oh, he does. He finds Obi-Wan's hand with his own. Gently cups slender but square, worn fingers in his own. Rubs his thumb down the grooves of skin. He knows these hands. He's watched them do a million things a million times. And now he's holding it. He's holding him.

Obi-Wan seems to sense that he needs a moment to his thoughts. But the moment comes and goes with his soft breathing. "Alright?" he says.

Cody nods. Emotions are churning in his chest loud and muddled and distinct all the same. He knows what they're saying.

He said it last night, out loud, probably a few times. The euphoria of it is blurred.

That was different.

And this feels different.

Softer. Gentler. More... vividly earnest.

"I love you."

Obi-Wan exhales shakily then kisses his neck two lingering times. "And I love you. My Cody."