#as a certified dumbass

[mailka]

Ooooh, Aemond is so smart, he put Tyland (the biggest ally of the greens, twin brother of the Lord Paramount who so far has been the only one to amass the army in Aegon's name pretty much for free and who holds the quarter of the crown treasury), Larys (the Master of Whisperers, who not only gathers Intel of the enemy but also has pretty much the full control of the castle's household) and Alicent (his mother who genuinely wants him alive actually and is probably the only one of like 3 people in the world to want that) in their places! He knows how to wage war, he read so many books! (the plan he created relies on his opponent being dumb, deaf and blind to not notice the biggest dragon in the world from above and not having enough skill to damage/kill Vhagar, he sends Cole, one of the very few people who knows battle and can command people, to Harrenhall where Daemon and Caraxes have been chilling for weeks along with some sort of an army) He's gonna be sooooo successful, no way anything will go wrong (his elder brother who is the rightful king (and who Aemond tried to kill) is still alive and kicking and remembers what happened and now has the support of the aformentioned Master of Whisperers, Rhaenyra training the dragonseeds, his own obsession with Daemon). Such an alpha-male 1000/10.

[kazutora-kurokawa]

how would mochi, Bonten mikey, and kaku react with a female reader with extra labia?

TokRev x Reader w/ Large Labia

♡ NSFW, fem reader, fluff, insecurities + reassurance, oral->fem receiving, suggestive language ♡

Characters: Mochi, Bonten!Mikey, Kakucho

note: thank you for requesting anon 🩷 also I'm super close to 1k, so if anyone has any suggestions for what I could do as an event slide them my way 👀 (pls I'm practically begging lol)

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Mochi

🍡 Doesn't even pick up on your discomfort until you tense up when he slips his hand in your underwear

🍡 Looks at you funny because why is there a problem with him touching his your pussy? 🤨

🍡 Chuckles when you mention you're insecure because he just doesn't believe you

"Ain't no way in hell you're insecure sweetheart, not when you look this good."

🍡 He's not good with feelings but he has his moments lol

Bonten!Mikey

🔫 Mikey has you bent over his desk, his hand sliding under your skirt before you ask him to stop

🔫 He just stands there frozen, blankly staring at you before speaking

"What?"

🔫 You nervously explain how you're feeling about your body and he's surprisingly sweet about the whole situation

"Stop thinking like that, you're mine and I love every inch of you. Now let me fuck you."

Kakucho

🩷 He notices you getting distant when he's about to eat you out and asks you what's wrong

🩷 You tell him that you're feeling a little insecure and that you don't think he likes the way your pussy looks

🩷 He just looks at you with a soft look on his face and tries to reassure you with words and actions

🩷 Eats you out while showering you with praises

"You taste so good, my precious angel ♡"

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Taglist

@arlerts-angel @i-literally-cant-with-this @trevengersprincess @giugiette @katkusuo @happy-trenchcoated-impala @drunkcheesecake @darkstarlight82 @reiners-milkbiddies @manji-hoe

[menacarychamber]

In his dreams he does

I do not forget old man

I WON'T FORGET THIS OLD MAN.

[desktopdinosaur]

More Fae Au because I'm obsessed-

Saw that one ask about Rus being a moth so I designed him into a southern flannel moth, with some shinnnyyy fur- to justify DD being into him in this Au because she's a bit crazy with shiny things

Faeu belongs to @antlered-prince and @owl-bones

[cephalopadre]

mechtober day 8/9: idw g1 rodimus and ultra magnus!

i feel like rodimus is the kind of coworker you love to run into on your way to the coffee machine, unless you have a deadline, in which case you've gotta pretend not to see him so you can actually get back to your office in five minutes

[tenderjock]

in the middle before I knew that I had begun; [not a happy codywan ficlet]

In the Jedi teaching, attachment is forbidden. Love is – a separate issue, obviously, as love can take many forms. When Cody and I were – what I mean is, I was –

You realized that you were in love with him and panicked.

: :

Obi-Wan is finishing the dregs of his second Daruvvian champagne cocktail when Breha inhales, sharp.

“Hmm?” he turns to her. His head is pleasantly fuzzy, but he’s far from nonfunctional. “My dear, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she’s quick to reassure him. There’s something strained around her eyes. He turns to see what she had been looking at, and she puts an insistent hand on his arm. “No, Obi-Wan –”

He doesn’t immediately see whatever caused Breha such stress; instead, Obi-Wan’s eyes go to Cody, sharply dressed in his greys across the ballroom. He’s talking to the Ghayyn’i ambassador, a handsome man with wide green eyes. The ambassador is tall enough that Cody has to look up to meet his gaze. Obi-Wan opens his mouth to comment, rather snarkily, on that fact, when the ambassador brushes gentle, sensual fingers across Cody’s chest.

Obi-Wan waits for Cody to move away. He doesn’t. Instead, he smiles, a little knowing quirk of the lips.

“Oh,” he says, feeling rather as though the wind has been knocked out of him. “Oh.” He quickly looks away. Cody is a very private person, and it feels wrong to have seen something so clearly intimate.

“Obi-Wan,” Breha says, and her face is sad. Obi-Wan doesn’t know why it’s sad. Nothing bad has happened. He clears his throat, thinking one of the sweet-pickle cherries in his drink must have caught there. Unbidden, his gaze is drawn back to Cody and the – the ambassador, who is now laughing at something Cody said.

It’s fine. It’s beyond fine – it’s wonderful, that people recognize Cody for the brilliant man that he is, Obi-Wan explains, three cocktails later, eyes closed with his head in Bail’s lap. Bail makes a noncommittal noise.

“People other than his command,” he clarifies. “And his fellow commanders. And, ah. Me.” His voice is very rough on the last word. These sugary drinks are really hell on the throat, he thinks.

“Of course, love,” Breha says soothingly. Her hand cards through his hair. It feels pleasant. Cody does the same, when they’re lying in Obi-Wan’s bunk together after a long day.

Obi-Wan opens his eyes, letting them stare unfocused somewhere near the floor. Breha is really wearing the most ridiculous shoes, and he’s thinking he should tell her that when a pair of GAR-issued boots come to a crisp halt just in his line of sight.

“General,” Cody says. Obi-Wan nearly falls out of Bail’s lap in his effort to sit up quickly.

“Commander!” he says, helpless to how warm he sounds. Cody had looked good when they left the ship, all buttoned up in his uniform, but he looks better now. He’s holding his cap in his hand, letting Obi-Wan see his short curls, and the top clasp of his jacket is undone.

Obi-Wan squints. Is that a lovebite on his neck?

Before he can dwell on that, Cody says, “We should get you back to the Temple, sir.”

Obi-Wan considers that. He’s fine where he is, except that when he attempts to lay back down in Bail’s lap, both Bail and Breha push him back up.

“That’s a good idea,” Bail says, firm but kind. How he adores the man. “I can arrange for an air taxi – Commander, are you alright to see him back?” There’s something uncertain in Bail’s voice. Obi-Wan doesn’t know why; it’s Cody. Of course they’ll see each other back.

Cody just looks at him. In this light, his eyes are dark honey.

“I’ll get you home, boss,” he says after a beat. Obi-Wan blinks at him, lips parted. He suddenly feels the alcohol very much, everything loose and golden and a little bit sweaty. Cody’s lips twitch. “C’mon, then.”

Cody manhandles Obi-Wan to his feet. Obi-Wan tucks his face into Cody’s shoulder as best he can while also moving his limbs in the direction of the taxi Bail is calling them. Cody, wonderful steady dependable Cody, keeps him going, a hand at his waist and another under his armpit.

“The ambassador,” Obi-Wan manages after a few steps. Cody hums.

“He had to leave,” Cody says. “There was an afterparty. He asked –” he cuts himself off, then continues: “I’d rather stay here, honestly.”

Obi-Wan nuzzles the starched fabric of his shirt. Wonderful man, he thinks.

The taxi ride lurches unpleasantly. Obi-Wan is distracted by the task of not spewing the contents of his stomach all over his commander. They get to the Temple without incident, and make it to Obi-Wan’s rooms with no one other than Yoda – who cackles – seeing them.

Cody puts Obi-Wan down in his bed. Obi-Wan tugs him in after.

He catches himself above Obi-Wan, arms bracketing Obi-Wan’s head. Cody huffs a bit of laughter and dips down to brush a kiss over his forehead. Obi-Wan cranes up, chasing his lips.

“Not now, sir,” Cody says, chiding. He kneels at the side of the bed to take off Obi-Wan’s boots. When he’s done, he leans back up, brushing the hair out of Obi-Wan’s face.

Obi-Wan beams at him, feeling unbearably fond. His Cody. His darling. Always looking after him.

Cody’s face is very still, just a few inches above his. Obi-Wan reaches out, touches his scar.

“What are you thinking?” he wonders. Cody shakes his head.

“It’s nothing.” He kisses Obi-Wan’s forehead again. “Get some rest, General.”

Obi-Wan exhales, eyes fluttering closed. He tracks Cody’s movement, straightening his jacket, turning the lights off, slipping out the door. His familiar Force presence is warm sunlight and hot caf, thrilling and comfortable in equal measure.

As the door clicks closed, Obi-Wan murmurs sleepily to himself, “Love you, my darling.”

: :

When he wakes up, head pounding and mouth dry, Obi-Wan remembers what he said. He’s the only one that heard it; it would have been easier to forget.

This complicates things.

Somehow, they go a fortnight, ending their leave and starting a mission, without Obi-Wan saying anything. He’s just – waiting for the right moment, a moment when they aren’t dogged by war and flimsiwork, when he can talk to Cody calmly and reasonably.

Or does he even need to talk to Cody? He was drunk. Everyone says things they don’t mean when they’re drunk. Teenage drunken Anakin once told Obi-Wan he wished he had been born a jellysquash, as they have no feelings and don’t know enough to care.

Cody is leading a squad on Im-Onh-Augulu’s surface when comms cut out. It’s a tense three-quarter hour before they reestablish communications.

“Arrow squad to Vigilance,” Corporal Hart is saying. “Vigilance, do you copy?”

“Copy,” Gregor says, shooting Obi-Wan a look. Cody should be the one contacting them and they both very well know it. “Arrow, sitrep, over.”

“Is General Kenobi there, Captain?” the corporal says. “Over.”

Obi-Wan’s heart is in his throat. “I’m listening, Hart, over,” he says. Under the sleeves of his robes, he’s clenching his wrists hard enough to bruise.

“They captured the commander, sir,” Hart says, desperately blunt. “When they recognized him, they took him and left the rest of us. Said they’re going to use him for negotiations. Over.”

Gregor looks at him. Appalment-sympathy-secondhand-embarrassment-stress is radiating off not just him, but also every clone trooper and officer on the bridge.

Use him for negotiations. Because Cody was a Marshal Commander of the Grand Army of the Republic. Because he was Obi-Wan’s right hand man. Because Obi-Wan loved him, dearly, and would do near about anything to get him back, a fact which was apparently obvious to everyone except for him.

“Understood,” Obi-Wan says, feeling like his mouth is very far away from his body. “Regroup at the drop point; we’ll be sending a secondary team to that location for extraction.” He’s quiet for a second, nails biting into skin. “May the Force be with you. Over.”

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Obi-Wan is the one leading the extraction team, and Obi-Wan is the one to find Cody. He’s in bad shape.

“Didn’t –” Cody slurs out. His eyes can’t seem to focus. “Didn’t tell – ah – them kriff, sir.”

Obi-Wan stares at him, heart pounding in his chest. At his commander – at Cody, telling him that he didn’t fucking talk, when he was being fucking tortured because of Obi-Wan –

“I know,” he says, finally, blinking. He touches the pads of his fingers to Cody’s left eye. “I know you didn’t.” Obi-Wan leaves off the my dear at the end of that sentence, because it doesn’t feel right. It doesn’t feel like he deserves it. He slings an arm around Cody and hauls him to his feet, instead. “Right this way, Commander.”

Not just his commander. The man he loves.

That thought beats around Obi-Wan’s head for almost a day before he can reconcile it with the heavy feeling in his gut. The man he loves. And he doesn’t – he can’t – it doesn’t mean –

His chest hurts.

Cody doesn’t –

It can’t be so kriffing serious that he can’t think the words. It’s not. It’s not –

Cody doesn’t love him. How could he? How could his beautiful, brave, resilient, kind Commander Cody, who isn’t really his at all – how could he love Obi-Wan? And if he did – if he had some incredible lapse in judgement that allowed him to – to – Cody would have said something, his brutally levelheaded Cody who wasn’t afraid of anything, let alone Obi-Wan and his feelings –

So, no. Cody didn’t love him. That shouldn’t make Obi-Wan feel like his ribcage was being split in two.

And if Cody doesn’t love him, then that means it isn’t wrong for Obi-Wan to – kiss him, soft and warm, and press his cold nose to the back of Cody’s neck, and hold him, and –

It can’t be wrong, can it? It can’t be wrong. It hurts no one. He knows possession is against the Jedi code, but this isn’t possession, because Cody isn’t his, and Cody doesn’t love him, and –

Obi-Wan feels ill.

Cody remains in bacta for three days. Obi-Wan finishes his flimsiwork, then finishes Cody’s flimsiwork, then works on some of Gregor’s flimsiwork. He arranges the battle plans for their next two attacks. He oversees the writing of some new training protocols, something about not letting shinies have access to oxygen tanks. He scrubs his quarters, stem to stern, twice.

Eventually, Cody wakes up. And like a flutterbug drawn to flame, Obi-Wan goes to him.

: :

“We need to stop,” Obi-Wan says. He’s not looking at Cody. It’s the day after the commander’s been released by the medics, and he came to Obi-Wan’s quarters to get the datapads Obi-Wan had borrowed when he was doing all the flimsiwork he could get his hands on.

“… Stop?” Cody asks. His brow is furrowed. Obi-Wan aches to smooth it out.

“This,” Obi-Wan starts, and stumbles. “Our – us. What we have. We need to stop.”

He expects Cody to argue. He expects Cody to demand an explanation. He doesn’t expect Cody to take a slow, deep breath and say, “Of course, sir. If you think it’s best.”

Obi-Wan feels like his chest has caved in. He can’t speak.

“Anything else, sir?” Cody asks. Obi-Wan shakes his head, blinking hard.

Cody stands there at parade rest for a long moment before Obi-Wan realizes he’s waiting for a dismissal. He clears his throat. “Ah, no, Commander. That’s all.”

Cody salutes crisply – salutes – and about-faces to the door. When it clicks shut behind him, Obi-Wan lets out a single hideous, strangled sob. He buries his face in his hands.

Well. At least it looks like they won’t have to dance around each other awkwardly for much longer, he thinks to himself. The war looks to be over soon. Obi-Wan sniffs, straightens himself up, and pulls up the plans for the invasion of Utapau.

[mossymandibles]

Here’s Sobehk. Kraw’s daddio. I have no idea how he wears his little loincloth thing that makes sense with his wings yet. Maybe embedded loop piercings on his waist idfk.

He’s a banished prince from Zenith, a name given to a mountainous region on what is said to be one of the largest bodies of land remaining. It’s isolated from all the other landmasses and has a mythological air about it to the rest of the world.

He’s a prima donna to his core. He takes himself very seriously and speaks overly eloquently at times to show off his ‘royalty’, even though his own rook (essentially his ‘tribe’) finds him revolting. He almost seems like he’s in denial, determined he’ll return as a beloved prodigal son some day and take the rulership of the rook.

What started as a harmless interest in the ‘Great Waters’ became an obsession after he began to see the bizarre and otherworldly creatures that emerged from it; some that were never meant to see daylight would become beached and they would begin to speak to him of what lies in the depths.

[akito-shinonome-daily]

Hi hello!!! For the fandom ask game, 19 (with pjsk, since this blog is pjsk related), 17, and/or 22 (both with akito since this is your akito blog, unless you want to do someone else (idk I’m just a tourist in this fandom))? :D

fandom ask game

17.) What's a book, movie, or show you think Akito would like?

➥ akito definitely is not a reader. he has only ever read books that were required for school. toya has tried to offer him some of the novels he enjoys, but akito just can’t do it.

➥ i do see anime fan akito tho. i’m a little torn between him liking just whatever’s mainstream and him being big into sports anime. either way i think he’s like a sleeper agent for it? he never brings any shows he’s watched up unless somehow promoted. like he sees someone performing an op at a live and is like “oh this is the op for so-and-so anime.” and an is like “why do you know that??”

➥ i never named any specific show so i’m gonna say he likes haikyu and he and toya watched death note together. and he’s been keeping up with jjk.

19.) What's your favourite thing about the pjsk fandom?

➥ this might be kinda a copout, but i like that it’s very active and has lots of people creating stuff for it all the time. it’s also just very comfy. i don’t feel like i see terribly much animosity or fighting. most people are able to be chill if they see a ship or headcanon they don’t like. that’s not to say i’ve never seen any assholes/creeps in the fandom, just that most people are able to get along and enjoy other people’s interpretations and preferences even if they’re not their own.

22.) Give us a headcanon for Akito.

➥ for headcanons i haven’t talked about before…

➥ one is lefty akito. he just has that energy to me, so i tend to draw him that way. but he leans closer to ambidextrous than your typical righty, since more stuff is designed for righties.

➥ the other one is i think akito has a decent amount of natural artistic skill. he’s never bothered to learn anything about it, so he wouldn’t be able to magically make a really good finished piece to rival ena’s, he just has a knack for capturing the likeness of something if he were to randomly go at it with a pencil. even that much annoys ena tho bc that’s not where her skills and talents lie.

[hellishgayliath]

he’s beauty he’s grace he fall on his face

bonus beans

[zhaliacain]

Dante: hmm a hecto titan, Zhalia you’ve got the most experience with this classification. What do you think?

Lok: but Zhalia hasn’t got any hecto titans?

Lok: the only people we’ve met with hecto titans are organisation?

Lok: wait hang on … right I’m with you, carry on

[d4rk-x-w0lf-17]

imagine being told to fight your romantic rival for a spot to take your gf to a god meeting in a game neither of you know, you win and she still chooses the other guy

[battle-subway-aftershow]

I do not know programming past the most basic HTML lessons I had in unrelated classes so right off the bat troubleshooting was going to be hell, but:

Clearing the cookies and cache did not fix this

Clearing UBlock did not fix this

TURNING OFF Ublock did not fix this

It's not a problem with XKit

Google chrome does not have these issues (for me, at least?)

Changing security settings on firefox does jack shit

So it appears to be a Firefox issue. Unless I have some extension in a dark corner that's been causing this for over a year, which is uh, doubtful

Anyways, the actual problem seems to be that the website will load the note count button besides the activity page, but once the site fully loads, it, for some reason, starts to think that you have 0 unread notifications, which is why the button disappears.

Do I know why it does it? No! I'm not a programmer let alone one for Tumblr! It's their job to fix this problem that's existed for over a fucking year!

anyways im turning off all my extensions to see if that theory from above is actually true hang on

[michyeosseo]

At least one bite? You must be hungry. I know you hate me but–

Yoon Hae Young and Choi Myung Gil as JANG SE-MI & BAEK DO-YI LADY DURIAN (2023) 1.07

[certified-dumbass-competition]

I started this in February man am I good at procrastination or what

[popironrye]

I feel called out.

[azrail-has-a-vendetta]

today in English we did interviews and I was asked what I believe in, I didn’t really have an answer cause I’m going through some things right now but I did say

“I don’t know if they are, but if God and Jesus are real than they love me more than others would have me believe.”

And it hasn’t left my mind. Especially growing up queer in a very religious community, being told that what I was experiencing “wasn’t right” or that it didn’t exist, even that I would “go to hell” this random line I said almost without thought really just encapsulates my feelings towards religion. Anyways—- imma go cry now.