#codexweek2023

[ct-51-4305]

@codex-week

Day 1: New Paint

New beginning.

[arrothededushka]

for the amazing fanfic «The Memory Of Rising Tides» 💫

[wolviecat]

Rex watched the holo for a couple of minutes, trying and failing to make sense in the messy web of relationships between the characters, before turning to Cody: "You have a terrible taste, ori'vod." What he really wanted to say was "We haven't even been in a battle yet and you've almost died already, so I'm going to stay with you here, watching you, making sure you are safe."

Another day of the #codexweek , pre-series Cody and Rex (look at him, his hair is so long!)

[vanisketches]

@codex-week

Day 7 - MESSAGES AND RECORDINGS

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[codex-week]

Masterpost | FAQ & Rules | Ask | 2023 AO3 Collection

2023 Masterlist

Codex Week 2023 has come to an end; thank you to all who participated, liked, reblogged, and commented. 🧡💙

This year, we've had 16 creators, 23 works of art and 31 fanfics 🎉 A huge thank you to all of you from the codexweek mod team!

We'll still reblog new works and the AO3 collection will remain open through the month of March. If you haven't had time to complete your creation on time—don't worry! There's still an entire month left, and we'll add your creation to the masterlists. 💙🧡

You can find the full masterlist with all works under the break!

Day 1: New Paint

ART

[/] New Paint (Tumblr) by @ct-51-4305

[/] New Paint (Tumblr) by @rexsterss

[/] New Paint (Tumblr) by @vanisketches

FIC

[G] Painted Heart (AO3) by @gun-roswell

[G] it's so easy in this blue (AO3) by @panther-os

[T] hidden picture (AO3) by @spiritofthenortheners

[T] i don't know what else to do (AO3) by @haltiamieli

[M] Depth Over Distance (AO3) by @dreamingangelwolf

[E] Kill the Machine(AO3) by @dead-cowboy

[E] custom fit (AO3) by @wrennette

[E] sine die (AO3) by @the-bees-patella

Day 2: First Impressions | First Meetings | First Kisses

ART

[/] First Impressions | First Meetings | First Kisses (Tumblr) by @vanisketches

[/] First Impressions | First Meetings (Tumblr) by @rexsterss

FIC

[G] Back in the Day (AO3) by @gun-roswell

[G] the fire's found a home in me (AO3) by @panther-os

[T] firsts (AO3) by @wrennette

[M] A Gentleman and An Officer (AO3) by @trudemaethien

[M] kiss and tell (AO3) by @spiritofthenortheners

[M] Kiss It Off Me (AO3) by @elthadriel

[E] Kill the Machine (AO3) by @dead-cowboy

Day 3: Love Languages

ART

[/] Love Languages (Tumblr) by @rexsterss

[/] Love Languages (Tumblr) by @vanisketches

FIC

[G] Will you stay another day? (AO3) by @gun-roswell

[G] begin your sun salutations (AO3) by @panther-os

[T] Happiness Is An Extremely Uneventful Subject (AO3) by @elthadriel

[T] small touches (AO3) by @wrennette

[E] bona vacantia (AO3) by @the-bees-patella

[E] Kill the Machine (AO3) by @dead-cowboy

[E] my heart in your hands & your hands on my chest (AO3) by @inconocible

[E] up to a point (AO3) by @spiritofthenortheners

Day 4: Kneeling Voluntarily

ART

[/] Kneeling Voluntarily (Tumblr) by @vanisketches

[/] Kneeling Voluntarily (Tumblr) by @rexsterss

[M] Kneeling Voluntarily (AO3) by Neon_Black

FIC

[T] we let our battles choose us (AO3) by @panther-os

[T] the mess post Kadavo (AO3) by @spiritofthenortheners

[T] Everybody's Got A Price (AO3) by @elthadriel

[M] Depth Over Distance (AO3) by @dreamingangelwolf

[E] Kill the Machine (AO3) by @dead-cowboy

[E] my heart in your hands & your hands on my chest (AO3) by @inconocible

[E] reassurances (AO3) by @wrennette

Day 5: Cadet Days, Kamino and Training

ART

[/] Cadet Days, Kamino and Training (Tumblr) by @rexsterss

[/] Cadet Days, Kamino and Training (Tumblr) by @vanisketches

FIC

[G] Back in the Day (AO3) by @gun-roswell

[G] doin' this for the thrill of it, killin' it (AO3) by @panther-os

[M] A Gentleman and An Officer (AO3) by @trudemaethien

[M] I'll walk over the sea for you (AO3) by @spiritofthenortheners

[E] Kill the Machine (AO3) by @dead-cowboy

[E] my heart in your hands & your hands on my chest (AO3) by @inconocible

Day 6: Following Orders | Malicious Compliance

ART

[/] Following Orders | Malicious Compliance (Tumblr) by @vanisketches

FIC

[G] Will you stay another day? (AO3) by @gun-roswell

[T] this is how we get notorious (AO3) by @panther-os

[T] by fortune or fate (AO3) by @wrennette

[T] damaged goods (AO3) by @spiritofthenortheners

[E] Kill the Machine (AO3) by @dead-cowboy

Day 7: Messages and Recordings

ART

[/] Messages and Recordings (Tumblr) by @vanisketches

FIC

[G] Will you stay another day? (AO3) by @gun-roswell

[G] ours are the moments i play in the dark (AO3) by @panther-os

[G] Lover come back to me? (Part two of Will you stay another day?) (AO3) by @gun-roswell

[T] someone else's words (AO3) by @spiritofthenortheners

[E] Kill the Machine (AO3) by @dead-cowboy

[E] I Don't Have A Script For This (AO3) by @elthadriel

[E] my heart in your hands & your hands on my chest (AO3) by @inconocible

Alt 1: From Mass Effect Andromeda

ART

[/] Mass Effect Andromeda (Instagram) by @wolviecat

FIC

[T] to be a knife without a handle (AO3) by @haltiamieli

Alt 2: Your Emergency Contact Has Experienced an Emergency by Chen Chen

ART

[/] Your Emergency Contact Has Experienced An Emergency (Instagram) by @wolviecat

FIC

[T] As I Am To You (AO3) by @elthadriel

Alt 3: 'Bed Tangle' from Loving: A Photographic History of Men in Love 1850s-1950s

ART

[/] Bed Tangle (Instagram) by @wolviecat

FIC

[E] Can't See The Forest For The Trees (AO3) by @elthadriel

Alt 4: White is for Witching by Helen Oyeyemi

ART

[/] White is for Witching (Tumblr) by @rexsterss

[/] White is for Witching (Instagram) by @wolviecat

FIC

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Alt 5: Source Unknown

ART

[/] clones on shore leave on Niamos (Instagram) by @wolviecat

FIC

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Alt 6: 'Faint Light' by Brockett Josh

ART

[/] Faint Light (Instagram) by @wolviecat

[/]The Memory of Rising Tides (Tumblr) by @arrothededushka

FIC

[T] The Memory of Rising Tides (AO3) by @elthadriel

[M] Faint Light (AO3) by @blirzy

Alt 7: 'Sea of Duner' by Colin Arc

ART

[/] Sea of Duner (Instagram) by @wolviecat

FIC

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[elthadriel]

Codex Week Day 1: Can't See The Forest For The Trees

Fives times Cody and Rex swore it was platonic and the time they realised it wasn't. Rating: E Tags: Friends to Lovers, Friends With Benefits, Fuckbuddies, idiots to lovers, Friendship, Porn with Feelings, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Consensual Somnophilia, Sort Of, Anal Fingering, Life-Affirming Sex, Enthusiastic Consent, platonic fingering, brojobs, 5+1 Things Read on Ao3 For @codex-week Day 1 using the alt prompt Bed Tangle from Loving: A Photographic History of Men in Love 1850s-1950s

One day, Cody is going to snap and haul every officer in the Third Systems Army and force them to sit for three hours while he explains in painful detail the difference between less and fewer. There will be etymology lessons, examples and if he’s feeling extra spiteful, pictures. Either that or he'll save himself the effort and begin suplexing anyone who gets it wrong until they figure it out for themselves. It would be immensely more satisfying, and probably more efficient; he could combine it with required physical standards checks.

He rubs a hand down his face. He’s possibly overdue a break.

It’s only late evening — not that it makes much difference while they’re on the Negotiator and surrounded by a constant of white lights inside and endless black out the windows — but it feels later than it is. He and Rex have been at this for hours, combing through reports in search of the common thread in the bad intel they’ve been working with.

It’s not really their job, but no one else has had any luck, and they’re getting a little desperate.

Cody has given up half of his desk to Rex, and they’ve been working shoulder to shoulder but for Cody leaving for ten minutes to grab them both lunch, and a handful of piss breaks between them.

Cody is about at the end of his patience, even if the silent company stretched it a little further.

Cody leans back in his chair and examines Rex. He looks about as Cody would expect, purple under his eyes, shadow of stubble over his jaw and he keeps rubbing at the back of his neck like he’s twinged it. He looks exactly like a man who’s spent too much time pouring over paperwork without finding a way to properly unwind.

And like with Cody, that need to relax has probably been building over far longer than just today.

“When was the last time you got laid, Captain?” Cody asks.

Read the rest on Ao3

[gun-roswell]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody & CT-7567 | Rex, CC-2224 | Cody/CT-7567 | Rex Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, CT-7567 | Rex Additional Tags: Codex Week 2023, Codex - Freeform, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, prompts, Shipping, Snippets in time, Clone Troopers Deserve Better (Star Wars), Cody and Rex in the early days of war, Union, loving relationship, Established Relationship, Skin Painting, Tattoos, Doubt, Fluff, they're talking, Short Fics, commemorating partnership union, Minor Angst Series: Part 5 of Cody/Rex Summary:

Set somewhere in the space time continuum of the Clone Wars Codex Week 2023 collection

Prompts: NEW PAINT

Cody and Rex back in the day as younger men only recently deployed to the war.

The plan: to add some paint onto their bodies to commemorate their recent union. This is the discussion after Cody started having a few doubts.

Part of the Cody/Rex series

[spiritofthenortheners]

@codex-week Day 1!! Prompt was new paint. Pining with power imbalance issues, also Rex is a lieutenant in the 212th in this … T+ just to be safe 💚

[panther-os]

Title Announcement for Codex Week 2023

listed in chronological order, and only posted because dear god i need any reminder at all to actually write before the day of. all songs are by lorde.

chronological order. "fic title" (source song), day - prompt

"doin' this for the thrill of it, killin' it" (tennis court), day 5 - cadet days

"begin your sun salutations" (mood ring), day 3 - love languages

"this is how we get notorious" (perfect places), day 6 - following orders

"the fire's found a home in me" (yellow flicker beat), day 2 - first kiss

"it's so easy in this blue" (buzzcut season), day 1 - new paint

"livin' in ruins of a palace within my dreams" (team), day 4 - kneeling voluntarily

"ours are the moments i play in the dark" (supercut), day 7 - messages and recordings

[haltiamieli]

hi again i have 0 impulse control, have a “relationship version of the spacecraft crash in the alt image 1″ @codex-week continues to bring me joy and like damn everyone is making cool stuff for it. hard recommend from me.

[codex-week]

We got our first fic snippet for Codex Week 2023 🎉

Feel free to mention us if you share art or fic snippets for codexweek2023 and we'll reblog them!

Wip Wednesday

Star Wars; Cody/Rex, Rated G. Hints of dehumanization. 555 words from Kill the Machine, my @codex-week fic set in the Imperial Era, in which Cody is assigned to the elusive Third Brother—an Inquisitor who, unbeknownst to Cody, happens to be Rex. (NB: in this snippet Cody calls Rex either the Third or Control.)

“Lower deck C,” he hears. The voice resonates through his helmet: internal comm. Masked; a Coruscanti surface accent. A fake, carefully constructed one. The kind that says ambitious; an officer that wants to fit in; someone who knows promotions come to those who play the game right. Cody’s mouth twists, a small twitch of the left corner of his lips. He checks his HUD, top left corner—the source of this comm.

The HUD says CONTROL.

“Sir?” he replies. Neutral—demanding confirmation rather than an outright question. He waits, doesn’t allow himself to move.

“I’m on Lower Deck C,” the Third repeats. “Our ship is ready.”

Our ship—the Third is already here. But Cody’s instructions were clear: he’s to report on the first deck of Admiral Pakshet’s Star Destroyer at 0800 sharp. Lower Deck C cannot house a ship this size. He needs to gain time. “Sir,” he begins respectfully, “Lord Vader wants us to—”

“I don’t care,” is the reply. The soundwaves are clear: his voice has no inflection when he says it. It’s a fact—not a point of pride or rebellion, nor an attempt at asserting power. It just is. The Third doesn’t care about Vader’s whims. “You’re the only one left. I don't like waiting.”

Cody can’t help it: he blinks, tries to swallow up the rage bubbling inside him and fails. It bursts and seeps out of him, through his silent sigh, the aborted gesture of his fists clenching. The sharp sting of biting his tongue and forcing himself to remain mute. The men—his men—are already there. “Yes, sir,” he says. He twists on his heels, spine straight, eyes focused: he walks and doesn’t react when whitejobs step back and let him pass through. The men are already waiting; the Third must have sent them new orders. He didn’t send anything to Cody.

A pissing contest, then.

His last Inquisitor had wanted to assert her dominance from the very beginning as well. She humiliated him in front of the men; she took care of humiliating each and every one of them during the very first days. There’s nothing like implanting the idea of mutiny from the get go. She expected it every time; it never went past the hypothetical. If the Third needs to prove his competency over Cody’s own, then so be it. The men don’t need the reminder; no one does; Cody thinks the Inquisitors do it mainly for themselves.

They’re just kids. Most of them—the ones that last. Young and impetuous and highly trained: sharp, incisive machines that are good at what they’re meant to do, terribly inept at what they’re not trained to do. They’re loose cannons, destructive ones, but still. Cody’s job is to make sure they survive as long as they’re useful. 

He's got the impression that the Third will outlast him.

Cody doesn't know much about him. No one knows much about him. The Inquisitorius as a whole is wrapped up in mystery, purposely opaque, as vague as any institution can be. It's advantageous first and foremost. There's something to be said about the power of knowing what you are but not who you are. An Inquisitor is an Inquisitor: it's a known artifact throughout the Empire, yet little is known about it. Its purpose, its appearance, its presence—known variables. Its origin, its impact, its consequences—unknown.

[wolviecat]

What will they do after the war? It has to end one day, and if (oh, and he hoped desperately for it) they will both survive to see the peace, what will they do? They were never trained for this. They even sleep better with the sounds of the bombs in their ears. For second art prompt of #codexweek

[vanisketches]

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Day 1 - New paint

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Bottle blond Rex my beloved

[codex-week]

Codex Week 2023 Prompts

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We've had a lot of participation; thank you all for your prompts and votes!

DAY 1 (02/19) – NEW PAINT

DAY 2 (02/20) – FIRST IMPRESSIONS | FIRST MEETINGS | FIRST KISSES

DAY 3 (02/21) – LOVE LANGUAGES

DAY 4 (02/22) – KNEELING VOLUNTARILY

DAY 5 (02/23) – CADET DAYS, KAMINO AND TRAINING

DAY 6 (02/24) – FOLLOWING ORDERS | MALICIOUS COMPLIANCE

DAY 7 (02/25) – MESSAGES AND RECORDINGS

ALTERNATE SET: PHOTO PROMPTS (under the cut) You can swap photo prompts for any day you’d like!

From Mass Effect Andromeda

2. From Your Emergency Contact Has Experienced an Emergency by Chen Chen

3. 'Bed Tangle' from Loving: A Photographic History of Men in Love 1850s-1950s

4. From White is for Witching by Helen Oyeyemi

5. Source Unknown

6. 'Faint Light' by Brockett Josh

7. 'Sea of Duner' by Colin Arc

You can swap any of these for any day you’d like!

[codex-week]

Pardon the unhinged reblog but op i would like to put your cody in a salad spinner - mod c

Feel free to mention us if you share art or fic snippets for codexweek2023 and we'll reblog them!

codex week, day 2: “first...” snippet.

“lighten up, bees,” I said to myself. “ease up on the existential throttle. have some fun!” lo and behold: yet more sad human rights-adjacent woe: charity gala edition, courtesy of a snippet for @codex-week:

Rex blinks. Cody looks—relaxed. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen it, even flushed and leaning against the bar at 79’s; lying on his stomach on the floor, playing sabacc with the other officers as they wait for orders; talking shit on the sparring mats. Even the odd glimpse Rex has caught of Cody’s, erm, personal life—it’s all sharp teeth and predatory anticipation; he knows because it’s made him swallow hard and wish he were strong enough to look away.

It’s not entirely gone, but now: this, too. The dress grays are enough of a novelty that they don’t register to Rex as a uniform, blending in as clothes with the gowns and robes and headdresses of the other guests. He hadn’t really recognized himself in them when he’d fidgeted in front of the mirror at the barracks, and then he’d been too busy flipping Fives off for his hooting and heckling to think about it. But now, the easy angle of Cody’s hips, the breadth of his shoulders as he leans in, attentive, to the woman next to him.

For the first time, Rex sees a man. Cody has always been a soldier, his C/O, something outside and beyond the world as he knows it for himself. But now he sees Cody has a shape outside of the armor—still powerful, still lethally graceful—but flesh as a blessing, not a blight; a garden to cultivate for pleasure, not merely a field to ruin through harvest. This man, crystal glass in hand, earnestly answering a senator’s question: he could be real someday. He looks like he belongs.

And it shouldn’t surprise him, and it mostly doesn’t, on Cody’s behalf. Rex just hadn’t realized until now: he’d also thought of himself as a clone first, and a man second.

[elthadriel]

Codex Week Day 2: Kiss It Off Me

Cody and Rex both have bad habits during leave: Rex smokes and Cody fucks Fox. Rating: M Tags: Mutual Pining, Polyamorous Clones / Polysexual Clones, Kirst Kiss, Unhealthy relationships, between Cody and Fox, Drinking, Smoking, Getting Together, Lack of Communication, but they get there, Cody invents reasons he and Rex can't be together and sulks about them, Implied Sexual Content read on ao3 For @codex-week Day 2: First Impressions | First Meetings | First Kisses

Fox’s quarters aren’t much bigger than Cody’s — Coruscant is as pressed for space as a Venator — but they do have a window. The view isn’t much, all the nice stuff, the Temple and Senate Halls, are behind them, but Cody prefers not having a reminder. Fox probably feels the same.

Tall buildings reach up into a polluted sky, rows and rows of lights drag their way through the traffic lanes and far below them masses heave, too small to pick out any details other than movement. 

If the war ever ends, and if Cody lives through it, and if he’s ever at liberty to choose, and if he ever has the money to spend, he’ll live somewhere with a window. It’s a lot of ifs, and Cody isn’t counting on it. 

Fox appears next to him, glancing once at the skyline and then away. He hands over a mug, drinking from his own.

Fox’s is steaming, but Cody’s is just lukewarm water. 

“I ran into your captain the other day,” Fox says. 

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