Starwarstober22 - Day 9 - Flying
I’ve been working on something exciting to give back to this wonderful community of people. Below you’ll find a series of Jaig-eye icons based on the different pride flags. Feel free to use them as profile icons or banners. Credit is appreciated (though not required) but mostly all I ask is that if you’re going to use any of these, please share this post to support the work I put into this series.
Happy Pride, ya’ll!!
I tried to be as inclusive as possible, so please let me know if I missed any and I’ll work to get a design made.
P.S. This is only post 1/2, because I can only attach 10 pics per post. Link to post #2
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Jaig-eye Pride icons 2/2.
Below you’ll find a series of Jaig-eye icons based on the different pride flags. Feel free to use them as profile icons or banners. Credit is appreciated (though not required) but mostly all I ask is that if you’re going to use any of these, please share this post to support the work I put into this series.
I tried to be as inclusive as possible, so please let me know if I missed any and I’ll work to get a design made.
Want to be tagged in future posts? Fill out my tagform.
🏳️🌈✨ HAPPY PRIDE MOTH! ✨🏳️🌈
Queer queen mothma'am feels so much pride for her colorful children.
Tis the season to show your colors, to celebrate how unique you are and how love connects us all. 🧡
Thank you for being you - stay true to yourself, stay safe and stay hydrated.
Here is some more codywan for you and soon there will be even m o r e, I suppose (¬‿¬ )
GBBO: “A s’more is basically just an Italian merengue sandwiched between two ganache-covered digestives”
Americans:
in case anyone in wondering, this is Paul Hollywood's idea of a s'more
You know what, their absolute inability to grasp Mexican foods makes more sense every day
I totally forgot about putting fucking butter on it
Am I late to the Barbie meme?
Shower thought turned into a diptych called "Aftermath of a Barfight on Niamos Started by a Baby Who Did Nothing Wrong Ever".
Two weeks of merch designs has me churning doodles out faster than ever. I'll post the finished stuff later in the week if I don't die from all the OT I have to work to make up for the long holiday weekend.
it’s the ‘lethal warriors who put down their sword to gently check on their loved one during battle’ for me
(for the Star Wars Soulmate Month 2021 event on AO3)
Star Wars Age Squash!AU CORE HEADCANONS POST
This AU the product of me wanting a Star Wars AU where:
1) Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, and Anakin are all similar ages,
2) characters from all generations in the films get to interact with each other (and not as dead people),
3) they get to live in a galaxy where the Republic and Jedi Order never fall, and
4) Padmé Amidala is not forgotten by history and gets the acknowledgment and credit she deserves.
If the above sounds good to you, keep reading! Headcanons for this AU got REALLY out of hand and turned into this monster.
Again, these are HEADCANONS, not a fic. This is meant to act as a framework and reference for future posts I make for this AU, which will most likely be in the form of illustrations, comics, and supplementary HCs. If you are new to this AU, this is where you should start.
Onward to the headcanon post below!
Trooper with the unfortunate luck of being the youngest of his batch by two minutes.
Gooey-Wan helps Cody catch some sleep
Sitrep.
Cody stops walking when the first tendrils of fog curl around his boots.
Sitrep…
He swallows and leans against the wall for a moment. Watches the fog slither dark and foreboding from the General-assigned quarters into the connected hallway. The lights flicker and die before coming awake again over-bright and blinding. He sees ghosts when he blinks and he knows it’s just his own brain haunting him.
Sitrep
He scrubs a hand over his hair, his face. He can’t do this. This is ridiculous. He should just—
Claws click in a rhythm on the backplate by his shoulder and he straightens up, wills the goosebumps back into his skin. He doesn’t turn around, there won’t be anything there.
The door to the quarters slides open and a second later Obi-Wan sticks his head out.
“Cody? Is everything alright?”
He should re-assure. Apologize for the interruption. Turn around and go. It’s in the middle of night cycle, feeding time for Obi-Wan, and he shouldn’t—
Why didn’t you eat my nightmare, he wants to ask and bites into his tongue.
He really should go.
But it is in the middle of the night cycle and the nightmare had been— He’d just— His head isn’t all there, the newest version of how his family, how Obi-Wan, dies horribly while he, inexplicably, orders their death, is rattling around in his head.
His fingertips tap against his thighs, prickling from the dream-numbness.
Obi-Wan is still looking at him, waiting.
“I,” he starts and falters.
“Would you like to come in?”
The mercy spears through his locked joints.
.
“Thank you,” he murmurs, means it more than he can put into those words. His hand clenches in the smoking robe.
Obi-Wan shakes his head. “No need. If this is something I’m able to help with—“
Cody ends up on Obi-Wan’s bunk with Obi-Wan curled around him and his robe under Cody’s head because Boil for once didn’t have dark circles under his eyes and Wooley had looked like he slept through the whole night.
“It’s the cloak,” Obi-Wan had explained. “We are a people, somewhat, not cursed or the monsters in the dark. Our young cannot grow up without dreams. We cannot overwhelm them with nightmares when we hold them. The cloak allows us to share dreams. Tranquility, comfort.”
“I don’t want to watch you die anymore,” he had croaked out in turn, fingers clenched, knuckles knocking into his sides to stay there.
He’s here now, curled up, the smoke tickling his temple.
Obi-Wan’s clawed pinky sneaks over his, and Cody hides his smile in the smoke.
“I will watch over you.”
Cody closes his eyes and dreams.
Captain Keeli for @blackat-t7t
“Sunny with a chance of blaster bolts,” Keeli mutters to himself. “You karking asshole.”
“Show some respect to your superiors,” Cody’s voice rings from the comm in the data pad, all serious and oozing smug.
“Fuck off. Don’t you have a systems army to harass?”
“Inspection day, Captain. The longer I wait, the more they’re shaking in their boots.”
Fucking sadist with the regs. Keeli should try that one himself.
“Any day now, Keels.”
“Yeah, yeah. Let a man think, Star’s sake.” They should call this Words With Foes. At least there’s less bloodshed than when they all played One.
