Hell Yes, Cody Sorted Him Right The Fuck Out

Hi, I'm Mog! (she/her pref, they okay too <3 ) I dipped one toe back into the Star Wars fandom, and Codywan gripped me by the jugular and dragged me down the the bottom.

Anyway, I write fic now.

Dreamsoft is my AO3. I don't know what the name means other than the first 27 I tried were taken and now I feel like a studio making games exclusively for the Dreamcast and I'm pretty okay with that actually Anyway, feel free to chat me up or message me any time <3

Obi-Wan tries out a new fit ✨ Based on Cal’s design in Jedi Survivor. Reference below!

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Obi-wan, walking through the mess hall with bolognaise and garlic bread, dropping the garlic bread in the floor: This is sadder than when I was left in an active war zone, on my own at 13. Coby, spitting out his coffee: Excuse me? The rest of the 212th: whAt?!

loook at them. I love this style, they look so cute I wanna squish their cheeks <3 <3

Happy May the 4th Be With You!

Apparently drawing Codywan for Star Wars day is my new tradition 🥰

hello there~

may the 4th be with you doodle dump be apon ye

UGH so the original notes warns us not to look too closely at the robe thing because it apparently doesn't make sense, but I can't see any robe thing in this image

Never before has a guy looked this sick and problem-shaped. Petition to recanonize CW03 Cody's huge pauldrons and big arm stripes please

I’ve got Star Wars on the brain, and I’m going to make it everyone else’s problem.

Now, shall we?

Okay, but what if Obi-wan had to haunt himself as a baby?

Mister low-self-esteem seeing himself as a baby that still had value?

Obi-wan seeing that he was just a little fellow, basking in the light, deserving good things? (“Luminous beings, we are” Yoda had said, and that meant him too.)

Obi-wan coming to realize that he wasn’t just made to suffer for no reason, that there was a destiny in store, and that he didn’t fail?

Obi-wan learning that the little boy he used to be was horribly funny and desperately sad, and that he actually did make the best of every situation?

That once upon a time he had been just a little boy learning how to be a person for the very first time? (Just like Anakin, once upon a time, and Obi-wan had loved that little boy so much.)

Obi-wan understanding that he was the reason Qui-gon had to repair himself, to make himself better? To be the man worthy of teaching this incredible little boy?

What if Obi-wan saw that he was a little boy just as beloved as Anakin?

That he was meant for the crucible in the way that gold ore is? That his life wasn’t meant to destroy him, but to refine him into something splendid? That all the pain would have meant nothing had he not lived the way he chose to?

He can’t talk to the young Obi-wan and tell him it will all be worth it in the end. He can’t help. He can’t change anything. Except he knows now that infinite suffering did indeed bring infinite gain to the galaxy.

He knows that this little boy he once was will suffer, and that the decisions he made were in service to the light. That his life was good. Significant. Worthy.

Obi-wan, long dead now, comes to understand that the weight of the galaxy was not his to bear. That it was not his choices that brought darkness. That he did his best with what he knew and could do at the time.

It was not his failure.

Obi-wan simply (with great difficulty at times) made his choices in service to the light.

Not everyone else did, and that’s on them. Not him.