Really loved collabbing with @punkascas on the promo for their fic — she made the incredibly dope propaganda poster I used in the background and did all the treatment on the final version we went with. I’m so hype to share the rest of my art for this fic, but in the meantime here’s an unused variant of the promo and the untreated version. You can see this and other bits and bobs punk and I collabed on on ao3.
Rating: Explicit Word Count: 95,000 Pairing(s): Codywan (brief Cody/Other, past Obi-Wan/Satine)
Major Warning(s)/Tags: Graphic Depictions of Violence; Canon Divergence; Cody & the Clones; Slow Burn; Politics; Ethics; Angst with a Happy Ending; A Wondrous Journey Through Bureaucracy
Posting Date: Thursday, 24 March 2022
Summary:
Then, one day, just like that, the war sputters to a halt.
Supreme Chancellor Palpatine of the Republic and Count Dooku of the Confederation of Independent Systems are found mysteriously dead. But the galaxy remains in turmoil, battle-scarred and divided. Both the Republic and the Separatists struggle for stability and the path to an uneasy peace. The Jedi Order, decimated and despised for their role in the war, seek to turn inward to find healing. And the clones, military property, recalled and stranded high above Coruscant in cramped decommissioned Star Destroyers, await orders and a life-or-death decision from the Senate.
Just what exactly is their purpose now without a war to fight?
Or: The one where Cody figures out mutiny, politics, road trips, change management, bias, society, online learning, humanity, family, childhood, recovery, the galaxy, himself, and Obi-Wan Kenobi. Roughly in that order.
Pairing: Codywan, background Siri Tachi/Original Clone Character
Major Warning(s)/Tags: Canon-typical violence, Canon AU (Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies), Suicidal Ideation, Angst with a Happy Ending
Posting Date: Thursday, 3 March 2022
Summary: Several years into the Galactic Civil War, while serving under the command of High General Siri Tachi, Marshal Commander Cody discovers what appears to be a dead Jedi on an otherwise abandoned planet.
As it turns out, the man isn’t quite so dead as everyone assumed.
Snippet:
Cody stepped forward while the orders were still falling off his lips, because…because there was a man in the room, left behind by whatever was making the hair stand up on Cody’s neck. He rested on what appeared to be the remains of a stone slab, limp and unconscious. And completely naked.
Cody checked the room - quickly - but whoever else had been here must have run off at his approach. He crossed to crouch beside the man, assessing his condition. He didn’t look injured, pale skin unbroken and unbruised.
But he wasn’t breathing. “Kriff,” Cody hissed under his breath, pulling off a glove and pressing his fingers against the man’s throat. No pulse. He knocked his comm on again, “I’ve found a body.”
The man was still warm; not warm enough but he obviously hadn’t been dead long. Cody thinned his mouth, looking at the man. He had a fall of copper hair and a beard, scars here and there on his body. He looked like he’d been a fighter, all muscle, trim and–
“Sith’s spit,” he added, cutting over the chatter in his bucket, as his assessment reached the man’s hand, curled, even in death, around a familiar metallic cylinder. “General Tachi, I think he was a Jedi.”
Check out the art, video, and follow the collection - where we’ll include the fic, all art, the podfic, and who knows, maybe more - over on ao3!
Summary: It looks like the beginning of a bad joke. Two guys break into a house to burgle it at the same time, but that’s about the only thing they have in common. Jared is a spoiled, rich, brat who is too bored with his perfect life and decides to have some extra fun. Jensen is trying to get his hands on something that will help him to buy a meal for himself and his younger sister.
What happens when these two completely different realities collide? It’s a whole new world.
I can’t believe the challenge I love so much is here again! It’s my fourth time participating in a row and I’m so excited. This fic actually started being written before my last Big Bang, Wake Me Up When September Ends, and this is what was first meant to be my 2017 Big Bang. But then I had this awesome idea for a 9/11 fic and everything changed. I had only written the first scene of this, and it stayed on my drafts untouched for a year and a half. I wasn’t sure what to write this year and I didn’t have much time like before since I’m still dedicating myself to my September Verse. I decided to dig up this fic because I really wanted for it to see the light of day. It wasn’t easy because I was writing two stories at once, but I’m happy with the result and I’m even happier to share a little sneak peek with you guys:
Steal Me With A Sinful Swoon
Pairing:Jared/Jensen
Rating:NC-17
Summary:
“Let’s run away with the night and steal away with the moon. Our lips, keeping secrets with stars, steal me with a sinful swoon.”
It looks like the beginning of a bad joke. Two guys break into a house to burgle it at the same time, but that’s about the only thing they have in common. Jared is a spoiled, rich, brat who is too bored with his perfect life and decides to have some extra fun. Jensen is trying to get his hands on something that will help him to buy a meal for himself and his younger sister. What happens when these two completely different realities collide? It’s a whole new world.
Artist:Kaelysta (i couldn’t be happier to have been claimed by Kelly again. She was/is my last year’s artist and we did so well together, when she chose me again I couldn’t believe it! I know already that I’m gonna have an incredible art again!)
A [classic] argument from ignorance comes from the Big Bang. When I am asked what was around before the Big Bang, I say, “We do not yet know.” Often the reply is, “It must be something - it was surely God.” To go from “We don’t know” to “It must be God” is another example of an argument from ignorance. This kind of disconnect has no place in rational investigations, yet it perennially permeates the thoughts and statements of people who already know what they want to believe.
- Neil deGrasse Tyson in ‘Letters from an Astrophysicist’
