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The Cohawk Week 2025 Prompts Are Here!

We're doing things a little differently this year with regard to the prompts.

Each day of Cohawk Week will have a theme. Under that theme will be some examples of things you might use as prompts to create for the event. You are free to use anything from the examples, but you are not required to. They are just meant to provide possible ideas. 

There will also be one set of three words listed for each theme that you can use if you like and a set of 10 pictures (total) to use as image prompts with any of the themes.

Daily Themes

Image Prompts

AO3 Collection

FAQ & Rules

The event will be Sunday September 28 - Saturday October 4 2025.

@swfandomevents and @clonefandomevents, can you please help spread the word?

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The view from up here (553 words) by PetrifiedForests Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clone Trooper Boil/CT-7567 | Rex/Clone Trooper Waxer Characters: Clone Trooper Boil (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars), CT-7567 | Rex Additional Tags: Slice of Life, Clone Trooper-centric (Star Wars), Casual Sex, Light-Hearted Summary:

Boil wakes up slowly, not sure why he's up, his internal clock and the dimmed lighting telling him that it's still the middle of the sleep cycle, when the bunk shakes.

Or: Waxer and Rex interrupt Boil's beauty sleep.

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Kinktober 2024: Day 2

Day 2: Threesome | Dehumanization | Watersports

tcw. echofivestup. Read on AO3

“We might have to consider a new bed,” Echo announced.

The queen size wasn’t enough to fit three grown men, after all. Because of that, they had to sacrifice some comfort for space, if they wanted to stretch out some arms and legs without overlapping each other.

Unfortunately, the only alternative they had at the moment was the floor, carpeted as it was.

“Aw, Echo,” Fives pushed himself up to an elbow, intending to look down at him from his new vantage point when a wince made its way out. He quickly swapped it off with a grin. “You don’t like our sleepovers? I brought out all your favourite duvets.”

“We should’ve added an inflatable mattress,” Echo grunted, eyes fluttering close when Tup dropped down his cock again, and Fives had to resonate with the quiet moan when Tup tightened his legs around Echo’s hips.

“Nothing they sell out there will be any more durable than whatever they’re offering,” Fives argued, watching Tup push all of his hair to one shoulder, hungry eyes meeting Echo’s own heated look when Tup swiveled his hips again, his cock swaying tauntingly against his hip. “We need stronger stuff. Padded stuff. None of this air mattress banthacrap.”

“Better for my knees,” Tup muttered in agreement, emphasising the squashed cushions under him when he wiggled on Echo again, who cursed under his breath as he grabbed onto Tup’s hip with a bruising grip. “A new bed and maybe some of those thick carpets? Or rugs. Fur rugs.”

“Maybe,” Fives raptly watched Echo plant his feet under him and ram his cock up into Tup, who almost fell forward with a whimper if he didn’t catch himself in time, whatever work he did to make his hair stay in place destroyed when the ebony curls hung above Echo’s chest.

Fives pushed himself up, and he felt every single bone he had in him wanting to announce how this would destroy their backs if they kept this up.

He had to beat back the grimace as he pulled himself to Tup’s side, wanting to taste the gleam of his skin when Fives leaned forward to suck the salty sweat off his neck.

“I’ll put in the order later,” he murmured, reaching down to curl his hand around Tup’s cock.

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These two kissed at least once

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bow tie - cody/mayday

Cody arched his neck to allow Mayday better access. The motion was familiar, and he'd tilted his head slightly to the side, going half-lidded, before catching Mayday's small smile. Cody cleared his throat and righted his angles, looking straight ahead instead.

"Where did you learn how to do this, anyway?" Cody asked, ignoring the way the tips of his ears were heating.

Mayday applied his nimble fingers to the bow tie at Cody's throat, ducking his head as he concentrated. The subtle, familiar scent of his shampoo rose from his perfectly styled hair.

"We didn't have a lot of downtime, such as it was, but we did have a lot of time with nothing to look at but ice." A shrug. "Officer dress regulations were marginally more interesting."

'We' meant Mayday, Hexx, and Veetch. Mayday had never said their names in anything but his dreams, but Cody had learnt the names from Crosshair and listed them among his own remembered dead. The thought of Mayday and his men passing the time learning the nuances of natborn officer dress was one of the more charming things that Cody had learnt about his love's time on Barton IV.

"I'm glad to benefit from your experience," Cody said, meaning it in so many ways.

Stepping back to assess his work with a critical eye, Mayday nodded, first at the bow tie, and then at Cody. He smiled. The first time he'd smiled at Cody like that, they'd been partway through an awkward dinner with Clone Force 99, and Crosshair—who had been on self-proclaimed best behaviour—had finally snapped and launched a bread roll at Tech, which had rapidly devolved into a Bad Batch food battle with Omega acting as cheerleader and referee. Cody had ducked beneath the table and wondered which of his misdeeds had led him to that moment, only to find himself joined beneath the table by the quiet Commander Mayday.

Mayday had smiled at him, then. Cody had seen hundreds of siblings smile with that face, but he'd known, instantly, that he wanted to be responsible for as many versions of the smile on this man as he could.

"Come on," Cody said, offering his arm for Mayday to slip his hand into. "I'm looking forward to the part where you show me how to take this bow tie off again."

"That part wasn't in the regulations," Mayday said, with a soft laugh.

"We're cee cees. We'll figure it out."

Mayday shook his head but kept smiling. Cody grinned at him, pleased. Ever since that first dinner, when Mayday had smiled at him with soup in his beard, as Cody had been picking crumbs from his own hair, he'd tried his best to contribute into making Pabu into a place where their joy—where clone joy—was welcome, and safe. He liked to think he'd done his best.

Mayday had agreed to marry him, after all, Cody figured he must be doing okay.

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Sex Tropes as a PWP writing meme.

GUESS WHO’S GOT TWO THUMBS AND IS WRITING A LOT OF CODY/REX PORNS!!!  IF YOU GUESSED THIS BITCH, YOU’D BE RIGHT!!

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1. Laughing During Sex

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Fic: between one heartbeat to the next

Read on Ao3

Author: @akingnotaprincess

Fandom: Star Wars Clone Wars

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Rex/Ahsoka

WC: 2,147

Notes: Written for the the 2024 round of May the Fourth Be With You for cavka.

Summary: The heart beats in a steady rhythm, matching his own. It's comforting. It means she's still alive somewhere out there. A sigh escapes his lips as Rex traces the outline of his heartmark on his wrist with his index finger. She's alive, he thinks to himself, maybe a little bitterly. Rex misses her so much—he hadn't even had a chance to say goodbye.

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It's the only photo he has of the two of them. It was taken last year. In the photo, both of them are not looking at the camera, but are facing each other. The photo was taken after a mission, and the two of them were speaking—about what Rex doesn't remember. He can guess that based on Ahsoka's smile alone, it had not been the standard communication between two officers. There's not much space between their bodies, and his hand is resting on her shoulder, and it appears that the photo was snapped with Ahsoka's blurry hand in mid-air, probably reaching up to place her own hand on top of Rex's own or perhaps to put her smaller hand on his broad shoulder to mirror him.

Cody hitches his breath when he sees the photo. Regret and sorrow crosses his face for a moment before his usual hardened expression returns. "She was a good soldier. It's a shame what happened to her. She didn't deserve such mistreatment."

Mistreatment. Mistreatment seemed to understate the betrayal of the only friends and family Ahsoka had ever known. The half-assed apology from the Jedi Council… Skywalker's face flashes into his mind. Blank, stony-eyed, as the words he spoke made no sense because Ahsoka wouldn't just leave.

"I miss her."

Cody nods. "We all do, though you most of all, I think."

Rex's thumb is poised over the screen. He should exit the screen, shut off his datatpad and go to the cafeteria to eat with Cody like a normal person. That's why he is not sure why he says, "I never told her. I never told her that I loved her. That she was my soulmate." Rex is surprised that he said it out loud, immediately wishing he had kept the words inside where they'd been for so long, yet now that they have been said, he finds that he cannot stop them from spilling out. He rolls his sleeve up to his elbow and offers Cody his wrist. "It's her heartbeat. It's her. I had to feel for her pulse once and…" Rex lets his words trail off, his memories wandering to those life-pivoting seconds of realization.

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Instead of not seeing each other for 15 years, they try to meet up once a year, because they’re still busy people and they can’t be away for too long. Spending one night together is the only way they could even see each other, and one of them would try to sneak out to avoid waking the other up and to prevent any heartbreak.

That doesn’t always work, unfortunately. They’re far too tuned to each other to not know when they have to leave them.

Until they don’t have to, of course.

(1), (2), (3 & 4)

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Cody: It would get in the way.

Rex: Of what?

Cody:

Rex: Cody, no.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars Legends: Republic Commando Series - Karen Traviss, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: RC-1207 | Delta-07 | Sev/RC-8015 | Fi Skirata Characters: RC-8015 | Fi Skirata, RC-1207 | Delta-07 | Sev, Original Clone Character(s) Additional Tags: Post-Triple Zero, canon compatible, Canon-Typical Behavior, Slice of Life, Worldbuilding, Downtime, Beefcakes, Fluff and Angst and Smut, Bad Humor, Intimacy, Milwank, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Yes homo, #gymlyfe

Another armed siege sounded pretty tempting right about then, as Sev reached over to flick Fi’s ear. The Nulls had ended chill-down; maybe enough regular guys like Fi and Sev and Teller could end deployments. Fi liked Coruscant. If he had a home, Galactic City was now it. Blinding lights, heaving dance floors, and waitresses that loved him. 

But he’d take confinement at Arca forever, if it meant staying here with Sev.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: CT-7567 | Rex/Ahsoka Tano, CC-2224 | Cody/CT-7567 | Rex, CC-2224 | Cody/CT-7567 | Rex/Ahsoka Tano Characters: Ahsoka Tano, CC-2224 | Cody, CT-7567 | Rex Additional Tags: No Plot Just Thots, Pre-Relationship, Milwank, Suggestive, Military Fraternization, Mild Voyeurism/Exhibitionism, Chaotic Big Brother Energy, Crack-y

If you can’t join them, beat and embarrass them; and other bad lessons in command.

… . .

Between Ahsoka’s head and montrals, there was this … space. From the alcohol. That’s where all the heat rose, when Cody looked at her. At being caught on the wrong side of the line between command and other ranks.

“Having fun?” he asked of the room.

“Just some company fun,” Rex answered, as nonchalant as the only man here not afraid of Commander Cody.

After a moment, Werther piped up. “Courage or Balls, sir. It’s—”

“I know what it is. Great icebreaker at STRATCOM.” Only sarcasm softened his flat expression. “So, who’s turn is it? … Commander Tano? Courage or balls?”

Ahsoka stared at him, dumbstruck. This could not be happening.

But she was also filled with a bravery made of bubbles.

“Balls.”

… . . 

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Have some sketchy, drunk make-out session at 79′s. They’ll probably slide off the bar and land in heap of drunk giggles on the floor at some point.

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lighthouse - alpha-17/fox

They had been in the tower for four days, Fox thought. Maybe five. The storm made the passage of time difficult to tell, but it had been long enough to start thinking about rationing instead of rescue. The small, round room at the top of the tower held vestiges of some natborn's life, but dust covered the surfaces of the few remaining furnishings, and the air had smelled stale when they'd entered in a scramble for shelter. There was no comms. No food. No escape.

The storm that had brought their hopper down and separated them from the rest of the group hadn't relented once since their arrival; pink and purple lightning crackled across a moody sky that signalled the turning of days only by varying shades of grey. The sea that surrounded the tower roiled and grumbled from probably-dawn to probably-dusk, spitting umber froth toward the rocks that had chewed on their hopper like aiwha did krill.

"This is making me nostalgic for Kamino," Fox said, as he watched the water through the window. He rapped his knuckles on the cold transparisteel. "Do you think this could withstand a wave, if they got high enough?"

He met the eyes of his reflection, and the lopsided smile on his face grew as his companion grumbled beneath their breath and finally looked up from fiddling with their comm unit for the umpteenth time since they'd crashed. Alpha-17 had been supervising Fox's piloting of the hopper during the training mission, while Fordo had been with Cody and a scout group of CTs; after the crash, Alpha-17 had declared that Fox had definitely failed, which seemed somewhat rude to Fox. Therefore, he'd decided that needling Alpha-17 was only fair turnabout, as the last act of a decommission-destined clone.

"Don't worry about it. I'll kill you before then."

"You say the sweetest things, Seventeen."

Alpha-17's grumble turned into a snarl, and their eyes flashed. Fox didn't bother disguising his shiver; the Alpha line were taller and broader than even the heavy gunner class, and Alpha-17 seemed bigger still in the small room. They sat straddling a chair that they'd positioned to have views of both door and window, and their posture drew Fox's attention to the way their flightsuit clung to their thick thighs.

They should have both been in armour when they crashed, and if either of them survived long enough for anyone to ask, they would certainly claim that they had been, but…

Well. Fox had been working on getting Alpha-17 alone and unarmoured for a long time, hadn't he? A shame that delicious, mutual success had ended in disaster.

Still.

Fox let his grin grow and turned his back on the window, the storm, the worries he could do nothing about. He crossed the room in a slow slink that had Alpha-17 leaning back on their chair and widening their thighs in clear invitation. If Fox had been hunting, it had only ever been because Alpha-17 was willing to pretend at prey.

"You're relentless, Ten-ten," they said, but not like they minded. They dropped their broken comm unit and multitool to the floor, then tilted their chin as a smirk grew on their scarred lips. As blatant as invitations came.

"I blame the trainer."

"That right? Your trainer teach you that?"

Fox nodded as he straddled Alpha-17's lap and hooked his arms loosely around their neck. "They taught me all sorts of things. Important, life-saving things."

The chair creaked ominously under their combined weight—not for the first time in their five or six day 'visit'—but held. Still smirking, Alpha-17 looped their arms around Fox's waist, keeping him steady. Always keeping him steady. The places where their bodies pressed together, chest and torso and groin, were the warmest places in the frigid tower.

Fox rocked down with his hips, and Alpha-17 rose to meet him, grunting as they did. Heat rose in Fox and his heart beat loud in his ears, loud enough to drown the drumming of the storm outside. He leaned forward and paused with his mouth a breath away from Alpha-17's, so that when he spoke his lips brushed theirs.

"Let me show you what I've learnt," he said.

Outside, the storm continued.

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For Star Wars Day, can you draw Rex/Dogma? Being romantic in some fashion? I ship that so hard. And I love your art so much!

More fluffy than romantic, oh well…

Happy Star Wars Day!

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sleep under the stars - boost/sinker/wolffe

Wolffe had bit back so many comments since Boost had suggested a romantic night sleeping under the stars that he'd be shitting vowels for a tenday.

What's romantic about inviting insect bites? Nope. No one wanted to imagine medics and romance in the same thought.

We'd be closer to the stars in the ship. Sure, if Wolffe wanted to see Sinker waggle his eyebrows about inviting General Buir into their relationship. Again.

Technically, we sleep under the stars every night, if you think about it.

It was the last comment that made Wolffe resolve to maintain his silence; that internal lecturing voice had sounded too much like Cody for comfort. If Wolffe's inner voice sounded like Cody, then Wolffe was certainly approaching his partners in a less than optimal way. Last he'd heard, Cody was still performing elaborate mating dances around his chosen targets, and getting absolutely nowhere.

Cody: zero. Wolffe: two.

Therefore, Wolffe would be sleeping under the stars. Romantically. Apparently.

Thankfully, Boost hadn't produced a lengthy list of requirements to go with his shy request. Bedrolls, snacks, and thou, he'd said, though his grin had faltered slightly as he'd looked between Wolffe and Sinker. Double-thou?

Who was more foolish: the fool or the fools in love with him? Sinker and Wolffe had avoided each others’ eyes, so no one would ever know.

"Let's set up here, it'll give a perfect view of the sunset," Boost said, pointing to a ridge a little way from the fighter they'd piloted to the surface. He launched himself forward without waiting for them to follow.

They were on a desert planet, on a mandated break between deployments; General Buir had given everyone downtime in the sector while he attended to important meditation and Force juggling, or whatever he took himself away to do at regular intervals. Very necessary, Commander, the General would intone as he issued the orders.

It was impossible to see if the General winked, what with his goggles, and Wolffe didn't know if Kel Dor even could wink, but he always imagined that being the case in those moments.

All of which had led to… this.

Jerking his chin toward Boost, already climbing the ridge, Sinker nudged Wolffe. "Come on, C— Wolffe. Can't keep the stars waiting."

"Wouldn't put it past Boost to send one after us," Wolffe muttered. He'd seen that gleam in Boost's eyes before.

Sinker laughed. "I'd believe it! A meteor right up our arses. Not today, thanks. Let's go. I'm looking forward to this, a bit."

Now there was two against one, and as the 'one', Wolffe didn't care for his odds. And, truly, he wasn't against the idea. He was sleeping-under-the-stars indifferent.

But he wasn't indifferent to Boost or Sinker. No, 'indifferent' was parsecs away from the correct word for the feeling that crowded Wolffe's chest whenever he thought of them. Whenever he thought about losing them—

They're not lost yet, he reminded himself sternly, with the edge of Cody's Marshal Commander tone, so Wolffe would knew he meant it.

Really, imaginary Cody was getting far too involved in Wolffe's relationship.

Setting his jaw, Wolffe hitched his pack higher on his shoulder and nodded at Sinker.

"I'm looking forward to it, too, a bit," he said, allowing himself to grin. He waved his free hand at Boost, waiting on the ridge for them, whose answering smile glowed in the lowing fire of the suns. "Let's go and be romantic, shall we?"