#cody the messenger

[sweetestflow3rs]

messing up a job from cody when he's at low love has its consequences

[rosurie]

the sister in question can hear him btw. she's choosing to instead stare at Cody's mouth piercings intently.

to Noé, Cody is public enemy #1 rn [right alongside Fragola congrats!!]

Cody: @sweetestflow3rs

[flickeringquip]

1. Let Cody kiss you. ++Love -Respect

2. Bite him. +Love(???) +Respect <<

(feat. @sweetestflow3rs's Cody cuz the ideas just KEPT COMING, bonus at the end)

You snap out of whatever tipsy haze you were under and bite down on Cody's lip, hard enough to have him reeling back with a hiss—

And then you smack him, the sound crisp and clear even amidst the pub's hustle and bustle. -Trauma

Any interest generated by the scene is lost when spectators realize it's just the two of you again.

"Fix it," Your lips twist derisively as you scoff, pushing yourself up from your seat with a baleful glower at your menace of a co-worker, "—Go fuck yourself." -Trauma

If you didn't know him so well, you'd be disappointed by how quickly Cody recovers, flashing you a smirk as he rubs the quickly reddening mark on his cheek.

"Now, why would I do that when I have a perfectly good toy right here?" His grin sharpens, giving you a lazy once-over as he lounges back against the bar-top, "—Adorable blush, by the way."

(1) You are very, very tempted to hit him again. +Stress

But you don't, because two hits would be pushing your luck on what Cody will take without hitting back, and while you might have enjoyed the opportunity to really wipe the smug look off his face — you don't love your odds, two drinks deep and the adrenaline from your last job starting to wane.

More importantly, you don't want to have to sit through another lecture from Landry; he'd just force the two of you to work together more often, which is about the last thing you want right now.

You leave, flipping Cody off over your shoulder as he laughs behind you, retreating to the opposite side of the pub because you'll be damned if you let that blue-haired bastard ruin your night.

(1) But the thought lingers, no matter how you try to stop thinking about it. +Arousal +Stress

You have another shot and then have the bartender cut you off, knowing yourself well enough to not want to get blackout drunk over something so— stupid.

Because it is stupid.

It's stupid because you know the asshole well enough to know he was just using you for his entertainment, another piece of kindling to feed the mile-wide humiliation kink he didn't even try to hide, most of the time. Something new to lord over you, to try and get a rise out of you with.

You glare at the empty shot glass in front of you, because it's only under the influence of something that you'd ever be dumb enough to talk about firsts with Cody, of all people. A completely one-sided bit of over-sharing, to make matters worse, because it's not like he was ever that careless, no.

(1) More than happy to take advantage of your moment of weakness, though. +Stress

You force yourself to breathe. You mingle with the other patrons, regulars you recognize and others that you don't. Consider, more than once, about taking someone to the backroom just to really put the thought from your mind—

But the idea of sleeping with a stranger makes your skin crawl, now that you no longer do that shit for money, and unfortunately: you don't really have friends, let alone fuck buddies.

Fuck.

You need to get out more. Do things other than work— and lounge at your workplace.

(1) Your mind drifts entirely against your wishes.

What if he had been your first kiss? You don't think it's necessarily a compliment to say that it would've been an improvement — there's not a lot of ways it could've been worse, really. And it's not like it's a memory you even dwell on much, shoved into the same tidy little box you put all of your traumatic unpleasant memories in, but—

You think it would've been. . . nice, at least. Softer, probably, especially if he'd known it was your first — Cody loved letting people think he was much, much nicer than he actually was, after all. He'd have pulled you into his lap, because what was even the point if he couldn't make a game of it? In a quiet corner of the pub, or maybe in his office, so he could really appreciate the way you would've flustered. You could see him dragging out the whole affair, teasing you for as long as he could get away with before finally, finally—

"Fuck." +Arousal +Stress

You groan the curse into both palms, uncaring of the confused looks it draws from the patrons beside you.

And then you look up just in time to catch Cody's gaze — the bastard fucking waves at you — and all at once you hit your breaking point.

1. Start a fight. -Love +Respect

2. Make a bad decision. ++Love +Trauma <<

You push up from your seat with enough force to have the chair scrapping loudly against the pub's floor, stalking across the bar, radiating enough menace to have people parting to get out of your way despite your unremarkable stature. Presence, you'd found, was far more effective than size—

And fury had a very special kind of flair.

You cross the bar in less than a minute, but unlike last time, you have no intention of giving Cody the opportunity to fluster you like he always fucking does—

Before his mouth can even open, you fist both hands into his sweater and yank, pulling him up (for once in your goddamn life) and out of his comfortable lounge until the two of you are nose to nose for the second time this evening.

This is a mistake.

You know it is.

But it's a mistake you're making on your own terms, and that's about all you can ask for, at this point. +Control

(1) Kiss the Messenger. Probably regret it later.

[mallorylambart]

more dol sketches, trying to just draw with inking brushes and not erase mistakes too too much

lots of other dol pcs here. i'm too old and slow to really be involved in fandom anymore but there's so much good design in dol pcs.......y'all are all so talented, wtf. tempted to draw even more later

[catholic-character-tournament]

Round 1 - Side B

Propaganda below ⬇️

707/Luciel

erm um he is a secret agent and has to do very morally questionable things because of that also he grew up in an abusive household with a twin brother who he had to leave behind and in order to escape but he was basically given no choice in that and his thought his brother is safe somewhere keeps him going and stuff and this is relevant to his faith because throughout the game its unclear how serious hes being but he does truly want to believe in god. when he gets super mega depressed he does not anymore though. also he crossdresses a nun and its awesome hes so super silly and you should let him in this battle please and thank you

im normal about his catholicism i promise. anyways hes like. his faith is like the thing anchoring him to earth since he was a kid its the only thing keeping him slightly sane because his life is so fucked up. its like the only thing he can cling into that is always certain. also jesus taught him how to code so i think thats pretty cool. he IS the kind of guy to say "jesus may forgive you . but i wont" and just shoot you in the face. hes just getting you to judgement faster its fine

He’s very silly about his religion, dressed up as a nun once. I can’t think of Catholicism without thinking of that fucking nun cg he’s invaded my brain. His baptismal name (Luciel) is literally the name of the devil. I love him so much

can you use that picture where he's dressed as a nun sorry (ok i didnt and im sorry but because hes v silly but he does take his faith seriously and i didnt want people to think hes a joke character but I'll include it here)

Maddie

Lost her Sharpay audition 😣

Stan Ashley Tisdale

[madhatterbri]

Valentine in the Shadows | D.P.

Summary: Reader is part of the Wyatt Sicks & is always leaving a black rose for their victims to let them know they’re next & Reader has been seen lurking in the shadows every time Damian is on screen. After qualifying for the Elimination Chamber Damian cuts his interview short to confront reader. He knows she’s been watching him & assumes the W6 blame him for what happen with TJD, but instead of giving him a black rose she takes out a red one & kisses it before handing it to him to say Happy Valentine’s Day.

Happy Monday Night RAW, babes. ❤️

Author's Note: Sorry it took so long. This idea is amazing!!!

Damian Priest Masterlist

WWE Masterlist

Taglist: @theworldofotps @smallestsnarkestgirl @mrsarcherofinfamy @terrortwinunicorn @brideofinfamy @miss-kuki-nz @hotwheels1108 @new-zealand-chic @magicalbuttertarts @missbmc94 @surdelcielo @hodgepodge-musings

Damian Priest barely noticed the camera was on him. He just gave his all to qualify for the Elimination Chamber. It still didn't feel real despite the referee raising his hand as the winner. This was his final shot at challenging Cody Rhodes for the championship belt at Wrestlemania. He knew he had to lock in.

“I am currently with the newest qualifier for the Elimination Chamber match. Damian, congratulations on your victory over Braun Strowman and Jacob Fatu. How are you feeling after—”

Byron Saxton's question seemed to fade away. His attention had never been on the Smackdown backstage interviewer. His attention wasn’t even on the camera. His full attention was on the woman lurking nearby in the shadows.

You had been haunting him ever since he joined Smackdown, always lurking in a nearby corner or shadow. Damian always felt your presence, even when he knew you weren't scheduled to appear that night. Your eyes always lingered on him. He wasn't sure the reasoning behind your infatuation behind him, but he had a hunch.

Known as the messenger for the Wyatt Sicks, you left a black rose to the next potential victims. This was for anyone who did wrong in the eyes of Uncle Howdy. Damian had a falling out with Judgment Day. His hands weren't completely clean, but they were nothing compared to what Finn did to him. His former best friend stabbed him in the back.

“Hold that thought. I got some business I need to take care of,” Damian told him. The wrestler walked towards the corridor he saw you hiding in.

As he walked closer, he could see the small smile on your face. Your long black coat covered your wrestling gear. The same black coat that hid the black rose for him no doubt.

“You’ve been watching me,” he stated. “You got something to say, or are you just going to follow me around while I'm handling my business?”

Silence. That was the answer Damian was given. He noticably tensed when you reached inside of your coat. He expected a black rose in your hands. The mark that his championship quest was going to be ten times harder. His eyes furrowed in confusion when you pulled out something he wasn't expecting. A red rose.

You gently touched the rose petals with your fingertips. Damian watched closely as you kissed the soft petals. Satisfied, you suddenly reached your arm out for him to take the rose.

“What’s this supposed to mean? Did they run out of black Sharpies at Staples or something?” he asked cautiously. Damian laughed nervously. Accepting his fate from the Wyatt Sicks, he grabbed the rose from you. His fingers touched yours softly. His brown eyes lingered on the blood red rose.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Damian," you whispered.

His eyes shot up to look at you, but you were gone in the shadows. A red rose was the only evidence that you had been there.

[slotmachines-fearofgod]

jsnnholy moly yes pls send the link to the codywan fic when its ready pretty pls

aghhhh so life update i broke my hand :( makes typing very hard so i'm not sure when it will be DONE done BUT i did make a WIP of the fic hehe so what i've got so far is below the cut

Cody sighed as he picked up the saber, giving it a perfunctory dust off. Really, Kenobi needed to stop throwing this thing around so much. He didn’t even know anything about the Jedi and he knew this was important. It was their one and only weapon, without it the general was -

Well, not defenseless. In their short time together Cody had to come to know his general was anything but defenseless. 

Cody tucked it into his belt, sure he’d have to readjust at some point. He really should just get a clip or holster and call it a day but the Jedi likely wouldn’t appreciate that. It wasn’t his saber after all. 

Cody strode through camp, his head high, as he scanned for Kenobi. Chances were the man was still off doing something insanely dangerous, but there was always hope. 

So far this war wasn’t what he thought it was going to be. For one, the Republic was overwhelmingly unprepared for them. Each commander had been brought before the Jedi Council the day of their assignments and had it very patiently explained to them that no, no one knew they existed before this. Before Geonosis. 

No one except Kenobi, that is. 

He’d gotten looks from his fellow commanders when he’d been given his assignment. Kenobi had been somewhat of a shock to them all the day he showed up on Kamino. A Jedi, dressed from head to toe in the exact robes they all used to giggle about because they simply couldn’t be real, showed up drenched in the Kamino rain and heralded the beginning of the end for them all. 

Some vode had whispered after Geonosis that Kenobi was a harbinger, a catalyst, a messenger of war. He was the first domino to fall and the clones would be the last. 

Cody largely dismissed this as stress-induced idiocy. Especially after the first three times the man lost his lightsaber. 

Cody made his way to the command tent, resolving to stop at the med tent if his general wasn’t there. They were holding their post well, waiting on the 501st forces to swoop in and give them a little back up. Christophsis was a busy place after all. 

“Cody!”

Cody stopped and sighed. Only one person refused to call him by rank in this shit show. 

“Yes, General?” Cody turned around, Kenobi’s lightsaber already held out toward him. 

Kenobi laughed at the obviously practiced motion, plucking the weapon from Cody’s hand without breaking his stride. Cody caught up after a few seconds, falling into lockstep with the man. 

“I have some excellent news,” Kenobi’s eyes glittered, “I believe my new padawan is arriving. Right now.”

Cody’s steps (and heart) stuttered, “Uh. Padawan? Sir?”

“Yes, yes, very exciting!” Kenobi did not seem to catch on to his panic, “You know, now that Anakin’s a knight I have no apprentice and the younglings can’t stay younglings forever. Someone has to step up and take charge.”

“And that’ll be you?” Came the sarcastic drawl from none other than Skywalker himself. 

Skywalker marched up to them, Rex in tow, and fell in on Kenobi’s other side. Cody took that as his cue to drop back, instead walking with Rex. Cody discreetly tapped his helmet and Rex nodded, making the switch to internal comms. 

“Captain,” Cody greeted while the Jedi talked.

“Commander,” came Rex’s tired reply, “Good to see you up and running.”

Cody huffed, “You have no idea.”

“He lose the lightsaber again?”

“Yup.”

“Great. Skywalker blew up another section of the street.”

Cody rolled his eyes, “Does he ever do anything that doesn’t involve explosions?”

“Not yet,” Rex grumbled, “You hear about the padawan?”

“Yeah,” Cody sighed, “Kenobi wants it to be his.”

“And you think it’s a good idea to leave it to Skywalker?” Rex pushed. Cody knew he had that stupid smirk on his face. 

“No,” Cody agreed, “I think a kid out here at all is a bad idea.”

“Yeah,” Rex sighed, “That we can agree on.”

They made it a ways further before reaching the landing platform. The two Jedi were still bickering with each other so Cody made himself busy with a few of the workers around the dock. By the time Kenobi called him back over he’d collected five new pieces of paperwork to sign off on later. 

Cody stood back with Rex, allowing the Jedi their space, as the ship touched down. He felt lightly nauseous. 

That became full blown vertigo when the child in a skirt and tube top stepped off the ship. He had never been more thankful for his helmet before because he was pretty sure his eyes were about to bug out of his head. 

She was tiny. And wearing no armor, let alone the robes that Kenobi and Skywalker seemed to favor. She couldn’t have been older than fourteen, her montrals not even grown into true horns. Cody could see one saber at her side but he doubted she was anywhere near as proficient as Kenobi. She likely had no field combat experience or medical training or -

“Breathe,” Rex reminded him with barely muffled laughter, “She’ll be fine.”

And then. 

And then. 

The best moment of Cody’s life happened. 

“Actually Master Kenobi, I’m supposed to be Knight Skywalker’s padawan.”

Cody almost pissed himself in relief. 

Rex, however, snapped up straight, his panic evident even without weird Force mind readers around. Kenobi cast an amused glance back at the two of them while Skywalker was too busy denying it. 

“Breathe,” Cody said, not bothering to hide his mirth, “You’ll be fine.”

Rex’s fist shot out before any of the three Jedi could catch it and smacked into Cody. When they turned to look at the pair there was nothing but staunch professionalism, but as soon as they turned back around Cody jabbed Rex in the armpit, right in the armor gap. Rex clutched at his shoulder, the nerve there flaring up, and gave Cody a seething look. Cody just shrugged. 

Brothers. 

Cody and Rex followed the motley trio back to inner camp. They melted into the background, allowing the Jedi to take the front on whatever needed doing. Honestly half of Cody’s job was listening and nodding and making sure whatever harebrained plan the Jedi came up with was at least doable for his men. That and checking the collateral damage. Jedi weren’t exactly masters of subtlety. 

There was still a lot to be done on Christophsis. With Ventress driven out and Separatist forces beginning to flee, it had calmed slightly, but other admirals had begun to press forward outside of the main horde. He was still directing troops all across the capital and the longer he was away the antsier he got. 

“Cody,” Kenobi called his name, grabbing his attention away from future battle plans and if Helix was still good to go on field medical supplies, “What do you think?”

“I think it’s an excellent idea sir,” came the automatic response. It was easier to just agree than have them repeat whatever it was they had said. Chances were they weren’t really asking him anyway.

As he expected, Kenobi nodded and turned back to Skywalker, “Right. Then you and Padawan Tano shall handle Rotta while we finish up here.”

Skywalker had a serious glower on his face but so long as it wasn’t directed at him Cody couldn’t find it in himself to care if the man liked his assignment or not. 

“Fine,” Skywalker bit out, “Come along Padawan,” he turned on his heel and left. 

The padawan - holy fuck she was so young - looked up at Kenobi with big eyes, “Does he hate me?”

Kenobi gave her a fond smile, “No. Anakin is just like that sometimes.”

She frowned and looked after her new master. Cody almost pitied her.

“Come along, Commander,” Rex stepped up and offered his arm, “We’ll track him down together.”

Yeah. Rex was going to be just fine with her. 

Then it was just him and Kenobi. 

Cody actually didn’t mind the other man. He was respectful enough, let Cody keep his distance, and operated with a decent amount of professionalism. That last bit fluctuated depending on the day but most of the time he behaved himself.

Cody grabbed a pad and flicked over to the bay reports he needed to wrap up. He’d go visit medical after this, check in with his medics and the wounded, and then make his way to the infantry barracks. He’d probably be out there with his men for the next big push so he’d need to clean his armor and guns as well. After that he’d go over battle plans with Kenobi, make sure everything was in order for them to seize the planet, especially now they had 501st backup. He wasn’t sure what the whole Rotta business was about but he’d read the report and figure it out on his own. 

Kenobi set his saber down gently on the tabletop. Cody glanced up, finding his general staring at him. 

“Is everything alright sir?”

“Hm?” Kenobi asked, his eyes seeming to actually focus on Cody this time, “Oh, yes of course. Thank you for getting my saber, by the way.”

“Oh,” Cody said, unused to actually being thanked, “You’re welcome. I actually just stumbled on it earlier.”

“Is that so?” Kenobi looked at him with mischief in his eyes, “How interesting. Where did you find it?”

Cody shrugged, “Just outside of base camp.”

“Curious,” Kenobi brought a hand up to stroke his beard and looked down at his saber, “I could have sworn I lost it at least five miles out. Funny how that happens.”

Cody resisted the urge to cock his head to the side and let his confusion show, “Yeah. Very funny.”

“Well,” Kenobi grinned back up at him, “Whatever the case, you’ve returned it to me safely and for that I cannot thank you enough.”

Cody hid a smile of his own under his helmet, thinking of all the past times he’d secretly put Kenobi’s saber somewhere he could find it or slipped it into his robe pocket while he wasn’t wearing said cloak. Maybe he should keep outright returning it. It was sort of nice to be thanked. 

“No worries General,” Cody assured him, “We all lose things sometimes.”

Funny how just a few minutes prior he’d been complaining to himself about what an irresponsible dumbass his general was. Now look at him. 

—

Cody was in the middle of a very exciting conversation about potential armor upgrades for the GAR when he felt himself get bodily dragged backwards. 

He immediately flung out an arm, glad their requisition officer, Fraud, was able to catch him. And then they both started moving backward. 

“What the hell?” Fraud yelled, letting go as fast as he’d grabbed on.

“I don’t know!” Cody waved his arms in panic, something pushing into his abdomen and sliding him across sleek steel floors, “Help me!”

Fraud and two other troopers, attracted by the fear coloring Cody’s tone, grabbed onto him. That, unfortunately, had absolutely no effect on whatever was pulling Cody along. Now there was a squad of four troopers, all panicking and yelling, being dragged across squeaky clean floors. 

“Cody, have you seen - oh my.”

The dragging suddenly stopped, the group yelling as they failed to stop pulling in time and all fell backwards

Cody groaned, having landed flat on his face, “What was that sir?”

“Never mind,” Kenobi was laughing, “I do believe I’ve found it. Would you like a hand?”

Cody turned his head to glare up at him, grateful for the cover of his helmet. Kenobi had a stupidly amused smile on his face as he stuck a hand out to both Cody and Fraud. 

Cody grumbled as he accepted it, standing with all the grace of a beached aiwha and taking off his bucket. His nose hurt like a motherfucker. 

Kenobi laughed as his expression was revealed, “My apologies boys, I was looking for this.” 

Next thing he knew Cody was bodily yanked toward Kenobi before the pressure was released. He stared in shock and betrayal as Kenobi’s saber flew to his hand out of Cody’s belt, pointing an accusing finger at his general. 

“You!”

“Me,” Kenobi grinned, “I’m afraid I was not aware it was attached to my good commander when I started searching but the show made it quite worth it.”

Cody was going to kill him. He was going to kill a Jedi. 

Cody turned to his men and dismissed them, thanking them for their ‘help.’ He could feel Kenobi laughing behind his back. When they’d filed out of the hallway Kenobi had pulled them all into Cody whirled around, furious. 

“What was that?” He asked, shoving his helmet back on.

“Fun,” Kenobi replied cheekily, placing both hands on Cody’s helmet and pulling it back off, “Accidental fun, but still fun. Let me see your face.”

Cody batted his hands away, “I’m fine. Just fell.”

Kenobi gave him a look and ran two fingers down his nose anyway. Cody’s face twisted into a scowl as he did so but he allowed it. Barely. If it was anyone else he would’ve bit their fingers off. 

That probably said more about him than Kenobi. 

Still, the pain disappeared in the wake of his hands and Cody had to admit it felt better.

“Thank you,” Cody said grumpily, still feeling the hit to his pride from skating across the floor for a solid thirty feet. 

“It was the least I could do,” Kenobi assured him, “I really have got to keep a better eye on this thing.” He sighed as he tucked his saber back into his robes, giving Cody an embarrassed grin. 

“You would think as a Jedi Master it wouldn’t be that hard,” Cody drawled, making Kenobi chuckle. 

“Yes, well these things seem to have a mind of their own sometimes,” Kenobi joked, “I put it down in the navigation room for two minutes and it was gone.”

Cody laughed, “I picked it up in the nav room, maybe you just didn’t look hard enough.”

Kenobi rolled his eyes, “And perhaps you stole it while I was turned away.”

Cody shook his head, smiling fondly. He liked Kenobi. More than was probably acceptable. But they spent nearly every minute of the day together, how was he supposed to avoid that?

“Come along General,” Cody tugged at his bicep, figuring if he could use the Force to drag Cody wherever he wanted Cody was well within his rights to do the same. Kenobi allowed it easily, laughing as Cody pulled him. 

“Where are we going?” Kenobi asked amusedly. 

“I’m getting you a weapons holster,” Cody released him once Kenobi began to follow of his own accord, “So you’ve got a better place to put it then your pocket.” Kenobi’s armor hadn’t automatically come equipped with a gun holster as he was a Jedi. He still preferred his cloak over his armor and base robes underneath, but neither of those were good options for tucking a lightsaber into. 

“Very well,” Kenobi sighed dramatically, “as my commander wishes.”

Cody, who was suddenly very glad he’d put his helmet back on as his cheeks flushed, scoffed, “This is for both our sakes.”

“I don’t know,” Kenobi pretended to stroke his beard in thought, “I quite like having the excuse to talk about something other than war with you.”

Cody didn’t really have a response to that one. Kenobi laughed at his obviously flustered form, saying, “You must admit it does get tiring after a bit.”

Cody shook his head and sighed, “You have no idea.”

Kenobi’s smile tightened then, his shoulder gently bumping Cody’s, “You know you are always welcome to come speak with me Cody. About anything. Not just battle plans and death tolls.”

Cody glanced over at him, seeing nothing but authenticity on his face, and said, “Thank you.”

“Of course,” Kenobi nodded, “I must admit, I do miss the companionship of my fellow Jedi. It would be nice to have a friend on board.”

Cody felt a weird warm feeling in his gut in that. He rolled his shoulders, trying to shake off the syrupy pleased part of himself and responded, “I thought we were already friends.”

Kenobi laughed, “Once you start calling me Obi-Wan I’ll say we’ve made it.”

Cody huffed, “But your rank -”

Kenobi waved his hand, effectively cutting him off, “Let’s not start that here, shall we?”

Cody frowned but let it slide. Kenobi could be weird about certain subjects and Cody had found it best to just smile and nod whenever that happened. 

Getting Kenobi his holster was a fairly quick process. A few pieces of flimsiwork, a waist measurement, and then it was handed over quickly. Cody showed him how to buckle it quickly on the armor, teasing him about his lack of knowledge for clothing outside Jedi robes, and stood back to admire his handiwork. 

It was just a little thing sitting at his hip, but at least now Cody could stop worrying every time he picked the saber off the battlefield that Kenobi was off bare knuckle brawling with Grievous somewhere. 

“What do you think?” Kenobi did a little spin like it was a brand new dress and not just a piece of equipment. 

Even so, Cody smiled and said, “Very nice. Hopefully this means you can keep better track of the thing now. And stop yanking me across the ship.”

Kenobi gave him a guilty smile, “As entertaining as it was for me, yes I think this should help.”

Cody chuckled, oblivious to the whispers of his brothers around them, “Glad to hear it sir.”

—

Cody cursed, taking another turn at top speed. He skidded around the corner, the sounds of combat growing closer. Ventress had found them and set a trap, luring Kenobi and Ghost onto her ship where she had the advantage. Of course Kenobi had sent Cody and the others to check for hostages or hostiles and he’d charged in, his saber blazing against the red light and black shadows of the ship. His cocky grin had been a bit slanted, the way it was whenever they went up against this particular acolyte, lit up in that familiar deep blue light. 

Kenobi’s call for backup had come just as they cleared out the last of the droids on board, sending Cody sprinting to his last known location. Kenobi rarely called for backup, much preferring to put himself in the line of fire instead of his men. A bad feeling churned in Cody’s gut. 

It only intensified as he spotted a small object in the center of the hall. Kenobi’s lightsaber rested innocently on the ground, making Cody push a little harder. He didn’t break his momentum as he sprinted forward, scooping the weapon up. He held it in his hand as he activated his comm. 

“Kenobi, come in. This is Commander Cody, I repeat General Kenobi come in.”

“Kenobi here,” Cody winced at the breathless voice over his comm, “How’s that backup looking?”

“I’m on my way sir, once I’ve found you the troops will track my position and move in behind. I’ve got your saber with me.”

“Excellent,” Kenobi said, the end turning into a shout as the sound of an opposing lightsaber came dangerously close to his audio input, “I’m in sector three hall fourteen.”

Cody let out a small breath of relief, “I’m one down sir. Hold on just a little longer. Cody out.”

It took him thirty seconds too long to find Kenobi. He turned the last corner to find Ventress standing over him, Kenobi flat on his back on the ground and her saber poised to strike. 

Cody grabbed for his pistol with his free hand, firing off a shot that was quickly deflected. He’d succeeded in capturing her attention though, her snarl now focused on him as he charged toward the pair. 

“Cody!” Kenobi yelled, “My saber!”

Cody tossed it, not sure what he was expecting, and watched in fascination as it shot toward Kenobi’s hand as though it was a magnet. In less then a second the two were fighting again, Kenobi having sprung up and blocked Ventress’ path to Cody. Cody called in backup, alerting the squad to their position, and fired over Kenobi’s shoulder when he had the chance. 

They fought like that, ducking around each other like they’d known one another for years, for what seemed like forever. Every time Kenobi closed in, Cody moved to the side and took a shot, creating an opening for him. They were fluid, aware of each other’s strengths and weaknesses, and fought as a unit. 

It was the most fun Cody’s had on a battlefield in a while. 

Even Kenobi laughed as he ducked under Ventress’ swipe, calling over his shoulder, “We should do this more often!”

Cody emptied a pistol clip as Ventress attempted to take advantage of Kenobi’s brief distraction, yelling back, “Maybe without the murderous Sith next time.”

“I don’t know,” Kenobi teased, “It’s more fun with an audience.”

“Would you two get a room?” Ventress barked, “You’re making me nauseous.”

“My apologies darling,” Kenobi focused his attention back on her, “Were we not giving you enough attention?”

Ventress let out a wordless yell, apparently deciding she’d had her fun with them. She pushed her hands forward, Kenobi easily blocking the invisible wall of force with one of his own to buffet it, but Cody went crashing backwards. He slammed his head on the wall, unable to catch himself in time to not crumple to the ground. 

Cody groaned, automatically going up to prod the soft spot before realizing where he was and that he was wearing a full armor set. He shook his head, standing with only a slight wobble. When he looked up, he was surprised to see Kenobi attacking. 

Kenobi didn’t like to attack his opponents often. He preferred a more defensive style, instead using his enemies' mistakes against them in an effort to gain the upper hand. It was a style of fighting that was hard to pin down because it was so adaptable so Kenobi rarely diverted tactics. 

Cody frowned as took in Kenobi’s more aggressive stance, his back still toward the commander. It looked like he was really pressing Ventress now, backing her up to the opposite end of the corridor. 

Cody pulled out his rifle, breathing in deep as he peered down the sights. If he could time it just right then…

Kenobi did a complicated move that Cody didn’t quite follow, but it gave him the opening he needed to take the shot. 

Ventress, too busy blocking Kenobi’s sudden onset of aggression, wasn’t able to stop the bolt from connecting. She cried out in pain, dropping one of her sabers, and clutched at her shoulder. 

Feet thundered around the corner, signaling the arrival of their backup. In a matter of seconds she’d be outnumbered. 

Which was, of course, when she decided to make her convenient escape. Kenobi was just barely too slow to grab after her as she tore open one of the air vents and leapt upward and into it. Her little chuckle was taunting as it echoed around the hallway, but Cody could honestly care less. 

Longshot was the first to show, quickly followed by Boil and Wooley. Cody nodded at his men as they appeared one by one, now more focused on catching his breath. He didn’t even notice Kenobi’s approach until the man was practically on top of him. 

“Are you alright?”

Cody nearly jumped out of his skin when he realized Kenobi was standing next to him, making a few troopers laugh quietly, “Yes sir, not a scratch on me. And yourself?”

Kenobi frowned, “Are you sure? You hit the wall quite hard.”

Cody waved him off, “I’m fine, just got stunned in the moment.”

Kenobi relaxed a bit, allowing Cody’s men to secure the scene. He moved toward one of the side doors that opened up into what looked like the ship’s archives. 

“What’s this?” Cody asked as he entered behind him.

“The purpose of our mission,” Kenobi answered calmly, already inserting a drive into the main hub, “That being said, if Ventress knew it was a trap the data may be gone already.”

“What was the data?” Cody focused his attention on the screen in front of them, frowning as whatever algorithm Kenobi was using opened and closed windows too fast for him to read. 

“The Separatists are once again attempting to ally themselves with the Hutts. We are here to figure out what their offer is and what they want in return.” Kenobi’s forehead wrinkled right between his eyebrows. Cody got the sudden ridiculous urge to smooth it out. 

“Ah,” he said instead of embarrassing himself. Cody straightened, reminding himself he was on duty. He was always on duty around Kenobi. “And the Republic is planning a counter offer?”

“Force I hope not,” Kenobi looked at him with alarm and concern, “The Hutts are not the sort of folk we should want to ally with.”

Cody pursed his lips. He knew what the Hutts did and how they made their money. It was pure evil. But leaving a contract out in the open with an increasingly large chance the Seppies would give chase was almost worse. Who knew what Dooku would do with that power? 

When Cody glanced at Kenobi the man was frowning at him. 

“Something wrong?”

“No,” Kenobi said with a strange note in his voice, “I take it you don’t approve of our inaction?”

Cody blinked once. Twice. And then remembered the Jedi was pseudo-mind readers and wanted to slap himself. 

“Not at all sir,” Cody answered with a confidence he didn’t feel, “You are correct, as per usual.”

Kenobi didn’t seem to buy his assurances. He turned back to the monitor, quieting his voice a bit as he said, “We cannot stoop to their level. You understand that, yes?”

Cody bristled briefly before getting himself back under control, “Of course General.”

Kenobi shot a look over his shoulder like he knew Cody was holding back. Oh well. They would just have to disagree on some things. 

“Did you find it?” Cody asked impatiently, wanting to get out now that there was a weird tension in the room. 

“Not yet,” Kenobi hummed, “But it looks like Ventress has scrubbed most of this. I doubt we’ll find what we need aboard this ship.”

“Right,” Cody sighed, “And I assume no one’s pinned Ventress down yet?”

Kenobi shook his head, “She’s probably in an escape pod by now. I’ll have Republic forces do a sweep of the area but knowing her -”

“She’s gone,” Cody took off his helmet. He rubbed his temples with one hand as he mulled over potential escape routes she could’ve picked, what planet may be her next stop, and how best to triangulate the landing of her pod. 

Kenobi had a fond little smile on his face when Cody looked back up. 

“What?” Cody asked defensively, thinking maybe he’d been talking out loud or something else embarrassing.

“Nothing,” Kenobi replied, unplugging his device and pocketing it. “Come along. We’ve got our work cut out for us.”

—

Obi-Wan had gotten him drunk. The bastard. 

It wasn’t that Cody was against being drunk. In fact, his liver complained every time they landed on Coruscant and Cody had an actual fucking break for once in his sith-damned life. He’d just never been drunk with a Jedi. 

It was pretty fun. 

They’d gone from talking about the odds of the next clone bill passing through the Senate to Cody laying flat on Obi-Wan’s bed and watching the Jedi make things fly around the room. Obi-wan was laughing as things whizzed around him in a flurry, like the eye of a strange and somewhat barren hurricane. 

Obi-Wan had a ruddy flush to his cheeks at this point in the night. They’d been together for a few hours, drinking for a good majority of that. Cody had tried to call him Kenobi once and gotten a very hurt look. He decided he could call him Obi-Wan just for tonight after that. 

“You can do better than that,” Cody goaded, “Lift something actually heavy.”

Obi-Wan cocked an eyebrow at him and the next thing Cody knew he was flying. He yelped, scrabbling to grab at the bed before he was lifted just a bit too high for that. Changing tactics he tried to turn himself to yell at Obi-Wan but only succeeded in pinwheeling his arms in the air like an idiot. 

“I do believe I win this round,” Obi-Wan chirped gleefully before dropping Cody and everything else he was lifting. Cody grunted as he fell into the mattress, feeling something else hit his back and roll off the side. His hand shot out to catch it before it hit the ground. 

Cody sighed as he sat up and rubbed one eye, blinking stupidly down at Obi-Wan’s lightsaber. Of course the man would make this death laser sword weapon fly around the room like it was no big deal. 

He was surprised when Obi-Wan flopped down on the bed with him, taking up the space vacated by Cody now that he was sitting. 

“Tire you out?” Cody asked teasingly.

“Not in the slightest,” Obi-Wan turned that lazy smile on him, making Cody’s stomach do weird things again, “You just looked very uncomfortable up there.”

Cody laughed, for once not fighting him or whipping up some smart ass comment. He liked this. Hanging out outside of military needs. It was fun. 

“So,” Obi-Wan drawled, “Tell me about yourself. I feel like I know very little compared to what you know about me.”

Cody snorted, “There isn’t much to tell. Raised on Kamino for ten years and then sent here to work for you. That’s about it.”

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes, “Come now, there must be more. Who are you close to, what foods do you like, what’s your favorite show? Little things like that.”

“Well,” Cody shifted, unsure of the goal of this conversation, “I haven’t tried many new foods. I’d say juice is pretty good. I’m not used to having something so sweet. I don’t have a favorite show but sometimes I’ll join the men in the rec room and there will be something in the background. And I’m close to a lot of vode. Comes with the job.”

“I do like juice,” Obi-Wan said, the drink clearly getting to him, “Anakin never had any when he was growing up so I always kept some for him in our room. He drank nothing but ujj juice for a whole year, I swear.”

Cody laughed, “Apple juice. That’s my favorite.”

“Good choice,” Obi-Wan told him, “It’s one of the oldest juices in the galaxy. People have been farming and cultivating apples for as long as civilization has existed.”

Of course he knew juice history. Why wouldn’t he know juice history?

“You’re a nerd,” Cody said against his better judgment, poking Obi-Wan in the shoulder. 

Obi-Wan let loose a faux offended gasp, “How dare you? I’m a Jedi Master, I’ll have you know.”

“A nerdy Jedi Master,” Cody reminded him.

“Yes, yes,” Obi-Wan waved a hand in the air, “Whatever you say dearest.”

Cody scoffed, desperately trying to ignore his blush again. Stupid fucking Fett genes. 

“Where is - Cody, why do you have my saber?” Obi-Wan looked at him with genuine confusion.

Cody brought it to his chest, “You were flinging it around the room like an idiot. Did no one teach you all basic weapon safety?”

Obi-Wan held a hand out for Cody to give back his saber as he said, “It’s not going to turn on all of a sudden, it has to be activated.”

Cody, now sporting a sly grin of his own, did not return the saber, “Oh so no lightsaber accident has ever occurred during training?”

Obi-Wan sputtered, “Well - yes but - that’s not exactly - oh, would you just give me that back?”

Cody shook his head, laughing, “Not until you can be trusted not to throw it into a wall.”

Obi-Wan looked at him in shock, “It’s my lightsaber.”

Maybe Cody had a little too much to drink because he responded with, “Then why does it keep coming back to me?”

Obi-Wan sputtered, having no quick comeback to that, and flung a hand out. Cody was just barely fast enough to catch the lightsaber before it flew out of his hand, tightening his grip just as Obi-Wan pulled. 

Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes, a smile beginning to dance on his lips, “So it’s like that then?”

Cody nodded, not sure what they were getting into but knowing that syrupy sweet feeling was back and quickly growing. He laughed as Obi-Wan pulled the lightsaber again, the weapon still not leaving Cody’s hand. Obi-Wan made a noise of complaint before he really tugged. 

Cody felt himself get bodily pulled forward, just like the day in requisitions, his hand leading his path. He laughed as he pulled against it, well aware there was no way he was winning this battle of wills. Obi-Wan shared in his giddiness, giving Cody just enough of a back and forth to make it seem like a real fight. Cody didn’t even care that Obi-Wan was letting him have it. 

The problem came when Obi-Wan tugged a little too hard. Cody, off balance and dizzy from the drink, couldn’t stop it when he fell forward if he wanted to hold on to the lightsaber at the same time. In his state he allowed it, entirely forgetting who the lightsaber was being pulled toward. 

Cody looked down, his cheeks certainly flushed now, as Obi-Wan sat wide eyed beneath him. The lightsaber rested innocently to the side of them, now forgotten as they stared at each other. 

Cody had a knee in Obi-Wan’s lap, effectively straddling the man. Obi-Wan, who had been leaning back on his hands, was forced to look up at Cody, the space between them very small. 

Neither moved for a precious few moments. 

Cody had never appreciated how blue Obi-Wan’s eyes were. They had a depth to them, yes, but also a lightness. A sparkle that he’d never bothered with before now. 

His gaze lowered automatically to his lips. He was very aware of how easy it would be. How Obi-Wan had gone still but not tense under him. How they could always blame the drink come morning. 

It was that thought that had Cody ripping himself away like he’d been burned. He stumbled, getting off the bed and grabbing for his helmet. 

“Cody -”

“My apologies General,” Cody defaulted, hearing A-17’s voice in his ears.

Anytime you fuck up, grovel until they can do nothing but pity you. It’s harder to punish the guilty than the arrogant.

“It’s been a long day,” Cody shoved his helmet back on, “And this has been lovely.” He moved toward the door, not putting his back to his general for a second, “but I really must be going now. Thank you for the drinks and the conversation, I’ll -”

“Cody,” Obi-Wan called to him again. Cody felt himself go a little weak. He was still in the exact position Cody left him, wide eyed and open on the bed. Cody could just walk right up and -

“Again, my lack of decorum cannot be excused,” Cody apologized again, “And I won’t let it happen again in the future. Goodnight General.”

Cody all but sprinted out the door, going straight to his room and locking himself inside it. He was an idiot. A giant, massive, humongous idiot. He’d ignored the little feelings in his gut because - because it was against the rules. It would go away because it was against the rules and Cody was excellent at following rules. Rules had gotten him to where he was now. Rules defined him, gave him clear structures to follow and guardrails to hold on to when things felt out of control. He could always default to the rules. 

So why couldn’t he now? 

—

Cody got the goddamn lightsaber clip.

Rather, Obi-Wa - Kenobi got him the lightsaber clip. 

The first few days after that night were awkward to say the least. He knew everyone around them noticed it too. The tension was thick between them, Cody avoiding any interaction outside of the professional and Kenobi getting more and more pushy each time they were in the room together. 

It culminated in Kenobi knocking on his door very loudly, dumping the lightsaber clip into Cody’s confused hands, and walking away without another word. The clip rested on his desk for a few days until he finally grew the balls to put it on his belt. He didn’t know why it was so difficult to make himself do that, it just felt…it felt like he was owning something that wasn’t his. 

The first day he’d worn the clip was the first day Kenobi smiled at him since Cody ran away that night. Cody had given him a nod in return and just like that they were back to normal. He wished he knew how Obi-Wan did it. 

They’d been invited to some gala celebrating the clones. Or raising money to make more. Or doing something else Cody probably would’ve hated so he tuned it out. Lucky for him they actually wanted clones in full armor this time. Something about showing them off to potential investors. Obi-Wan and a few other generals had made a lot of noise about that, but ultimately it was up to the senators throwing it. As far as he was aware this one was done by the Banking Clan and Kaminoans. 

Cody shifted uncomfortably from where he’d been directed to stand. Turns out they weren’t kidding about wanting clone troopers on display. He and Rex had been guided to their ‘seats’ for the night, aka spots for them to stand in and be pestered with questions. Kenobi and Skywalker both decided that was outrageous and had taken to standing next to them and fielding some of the stupider ones thrown their way. Cody was fairly sure Windu was off yelling at the senators to get the commanders proper seats.

Cody didn’t really care to be honest. He’d gone to plenty of military expos on Coruscant, just because they’d slapped a different label on this one didn’t mean it wouldn’t be the same. They’d probably even have them do a combat demonstration later, meaning Cody could fire his blaster at something. That always cheered him up. 

“I’m bored,” Rex complained over internal comms, “Skywalker keeps answering all my questions.”

“Yeah,” Cody agreed, “Less fun to stand here and answer questions when they won’t even let us answer questions.”

Kenobi had taken to standing in front of Cody, only allowing select people through to talk to him. It was a nice gesture but then Cody only had how uncomfortable he was to focus on. 

“What's the clip for?”

Cody looked down in confusion before remembering, “Kenobi keeps losing his lightsaber and I keep picking it up. Figured at least this way I’ll have a free hand.”

Rex snorted, “Hypocrite. Skywalker has to replace his at least once a month and Kenobi always fusses at him for it.”

“Kenobi doesn’t break his,” Cody rolled his eyes, having his own opinions about Skywalker, “Just loses it.”

“If I have to hear Kenobi tell him his weapon is his life one more time I’m going to lose it,” Rex griped, “I do not envy Skywalker.”

“His weapon is his life?” Cody questioned.

“Yeah,” Rex heaved a sigh, “Kenobi always talks about how a lightsaber is a symbol of your personhood in the Order and how it’s a symbol of the Jedi. Without it they’re just really cool diplomats.”

“Oh,” Cody said faintly, trying to ignore the implications of that, “Interesting.”

“Yeah,” Rex did not seem to catch on to Cody’s crisis, “If you’re a Jedi.”

Luckily a senator slipped past Skywalker’s defense and started asking Rex all kinds of questions. Cody was glad for the distraction, if only to let himself think over that. He was briefly distracted by Kenobi turning back to him.

“Well,” Kenobi said with an air of discontent, “I sincerely apologize to you to for the way this night has gone.”

Cody laughed softly before turning on his external vocorders, “It’s quite alright General. We’re not unused to military displays after all.”

Kenobi huffed, Cody’s words not doing anything to reassure him, “Well in the future I will see to it that you and your brothers are sat alongside us, not standing against the wall waiting to be prodded.”

Cody’s heart fluttered a little bit. He loved that Kenobi genuinely wanted better for them. 

Kenobi sighed, lifting a hand to run it through his hair before remembering where he was and what he was doing, “I’ll see if I can make an excuse for you to leave. It’s no good to have you lot standing around if Senator Burtoni can’t even say hello herself.”

Cody cracked a smile at that, thinking back to his few, very limited, interactions with the Kaminoan senator. She’d been a real dick every time. 

“Good luck sir,” Cody rumbled, “You know where to find me.”

Kenobi gave him a flat look before disappearing into the crowd. Cody shifted, feeling more eyes on him now that his assigned Jedi had left him to the wolves. 

He spent the next half hour answering probing questions from the Republic’s top socialites and political players. He enjoyed his quick conversation with Senator Organa, discussing how his men were doing on the front and yes, an order for a ration increase would go a long way aboard the Negotiator, thank you very much sir. Other than that he watched painfully obvious flirting between Skywalker and Senator Amidala and shared a miserable look with Rex. All in all it was shaping up to be a fairly boring night. 

Which, of course, was thwarted as soon as Cody thought it. 

The lights went out in the atrium, leading to shouts and gasps from senators. Burtoni was quick to grab a microphone and promise technical difficulties but it didn’t stop the clones from flicking on their headlamps and Jedi from drawing their sabers. 

The discovery that the doors were locked only led to more panic. Burtoni disappeared with one of her aids to fix the problem and the rest of the them went about the proper security protocols. High profile senators were evacuated by the Coruscant Guard using serving droid passageways while Cody and Rex helped corral the rest. At one point Kenobi handed his saber off to them after it became evident that the panic would not abate unless a Jedi came with them. Kenobi had simply rolled his eyes and passed his lightsaber to Cody before announcing the clones were very capable of taking care of everyone themselves. 

Cody gave him an inquisitive look, “Are you sure you don’t want this sir? What if you need to fight?”

Kenobi stroked his beard, his expression relaxed, “Myself and other Jedi don’t feel any malicious signatures near this area. My guess is this is a thief’s work, not an assassin’s.”

Cody relaxed a bit, “So we’re safe then?”

“Most likely,” Kenobi sighed and tucked his hands into his ceremonial robes, “And you won’t be far if I do need that back. At the very least it’ll help keep them calm.”

Cody nodded, keeping the weapon outstretched and unsheathed in front of him. Kenobi looked like he was trying not to laugh.

“What?”

“It’s not a bomb,” he said amusedly, “You can hold it like a normal weapon.”

Cody scoffed, “I’ve seen you cut through durasteel with this thing, “I’m not taking chances.”

“Very well,” Kenobi shook his head, his eyes shining with mirth, “Have it your way.”

Cody rejoined the others, receiving a strange look from Rex that he chose not to address. Instead he led them into the kitchen. Rex went around handing out knives and various utensils that could be used as weapons. They didn’t stand a chance if someone with blasters came in, but it helped ease the minds of the guests so Cody had no qualms with it. 

“So,” Rex muttered when he rejoined Cody by the doors, “He gave you his lightsaber.”

Cody shrugged, “The guests are calmer now at least.”

“Mhm. And how often does he do that exactly?”

Cody side-eyed Rex, the effect lost with his helmet on, and said, “I don’t know.”

“You know, I haven’t seen you with that belt clip before. What exactly is that for?”

Cody wanted to shrink into his armor, “...a lightsaber.”

“Yeah,” Rex laughed, “That’s what I thought.”

“Shut up,” Cody snapped, his cheeks positively on fire, “I see the way you look at Skywalker.”

Rex sputtered, “That - I do not - if you think even for one sec - he’s married!”

Cody’s head snapped over to him, “What?”

Rex went very very still, “I didn’t say that.”

“No, I’m not sure I heard properly,” Cody turned his full body to face Rex, “What did you say he was?”

“Nothing,” Rex faced the door stiffly, “I didn’t say anything. You didn’t hear anything. We’re doing our jobs normally like normal soldiers.”

“Rex.”

“Cody.”

“Are Skywalker and Amidala married?”

“Are you wearing a lightsaber clip on your belt?”

“I already admitted that, it’s your turn now.”

“...Yes. They’re married.” 

Cody stared in shock for a moment before turning back to face the door as well, “Well.”

“Well?”

“Well.” Cody struggled to come up with any reaction to that statement that wasn’t ‘what the fuck Jedi can get married and have lives and fall in love and if Skywalker can do it then -’

He wasn’t going to let himself finish that train of thought. 

Rex, of course, read it on him anyway, “Oh Kote, you don’t really think -”

“Shut up,” Cody said quickly, “Don’t want to talk about it.”

Rex sighed, “Just be careful. I get the feeling Skywalker and Amidala have plenty of their own issues.”

Cody didn’t respond. The saber in his hand suddenly felt ten times heavier. He couldn’t help but remember Kenobi’s face that night, open and earnest as Cody fell on top of him. 

He needed to shut this thing down. He needed to take the stupid clip off his belt. He needed to hand the lightsaber back and never pick it up again. 

The gentle blue glow of Kenobi’s kyber crystal was never meant for him and never would be.

[cloudsbrainpopped]

What’s an unpopular opinion you have about clh? 👀

I could go for such low hanging fruit here and talk about Ramon and how much of a pedestal he’s put on within the fandom without actual analysis featuring source material references, and consistently going for the ‘Fanon Shadow The Hedgehog’ effect and how there’s only a handful of scenes that are discussed consistently and many of them are kinda irrelevant in the long run (ie… cow hooker. this is mainly about that. I mean it’s funny but it’s confusing how that’s considered important when there’s more to extrapolate from. And frankly… why not? We all have that one character or something that was handled so poorly and/or should not exist and I’ve seen many an essay about characters just scrolling through the tag and all of them have at least had something to think about.) (Also speaking of him and essays before my best friend raises her brow at this topic she is exempt from this because she’s actively done the research and does in fact get him out of this loop of the same three scenes whenever they ramble about him so. They’re excused.)

But if you want something kind of scathing I feel like Sarah’s breakdown is much more justifiable than people give it credit. Yes it’s ‘long’ (and it should be <3) and introduces so much lore very quickly in a way that was definitely impacted by a short runtime but. I don’t care. It does its job so damn well and it’s obvious as to what it says really, she’s literally a victim of the system herself and isn’t the spawn of Satan , she was just built up by propaganda (something that the fandom doesn’t tend to point fingers at Ramon for but uh. He was the messenger. I know he was forced to or whatever and also a victim of Eden because they literally saved his life when he nothing (and still went on to really despise everything except believing he was doing the right thing for the children when he literally made a dictator. I know he’s not exactly aware of that but! Hi, why do we not talk about that. Scared of admitting that your precious emo guy who could do no wrong is Literally a major contributing factor to things wrong? Or is it a dislike for Sarah for either a reason that could be argued against or is just reflective of some shitty views that you need to unpack? (also. this is becoming such a tangent but Dolph is right there, he has everything Ramon has; shitty coping skills, a gun, ‘sex appeal’, I mean I don’t get it, not into men as we’ve established but I understand it significantly more. Like he has all the makings of that character archetype so… why is it not okay when it’s him yknow? Like I know there’s so much more to both of them than that but they do often get boiled down to those specific traits and I really do wonder why it’s not okay when Dolph does it. It’s probably horrible views you need to unpack again I’ll be real. I could write an essay but I can’t lie I just woke up. Maybe one day?) Anyways back to the point, Sarah’s crash out was very well deserved in my opinion and I know the common takeaway is that she knows what’s happening but. No she does not, the defense was that she was only a child, which whilst being true is not full clarity. Full clarity would probably involve a further breakdown, not moving 5D chess pieces to create what ever she believes is the correct future because it’s everyone else around her who’s corrupt, are her methods fucked up? Yes. Is the intention fucked up… I really, I really doubt that but that goes into headcanon territory and not what we’re shown I’ll put a pin in that.

Also friendly reminder that Sarah literally hasn’t killed anyone on screen aside from Cody, that one member of Dedsec who I don’t particularly know (I have not played Watchdogs yet and it’s… pretty low priority for me at the moment due to college work and everything I’m playing for fun and things I’ve gotten heavily into via CLH sorry :() and Dolph(?) (we still don’t really know and technically he took himself out.), I know she’s the reason for multiple imprisonments, tortures and probable deaths but here’s the thing. (Also if she had more time she would have killed more people but shush I’m making a point) Jade, technically not her fault and she was… clearly dead after being shot by Pagan Min (which is ridiculous if you ask me. Oh right. The guys can survive explosions, the guys need to be rammed with lasers and countless bullets or have their brains severely damaged and yet Jade can’t survive one shot… ngl we’ve said it before but wow we do not like women in this household clearly 💀) and the bomb only went off because Dolph asked (and I have analysed all of the scenes post Jade’s death still related to Sarah and 😭😭😭 that’s also an entire essay topic but oh my god I love how that’s the only death she genuinely shows some kind of emotion over other than Sam because he was present this time 💀 also another essay topic but I need to get through more of SC first so I can create that argument in depth because that could be summed up quick but it’d do everyone involved a disservice and that was not a knock on Sam at all I like him, it’s just that the role reversal and lore comparisons go hard I think.) Uh. Pey’J got shot up by the police (as he should but not for the reason they used.) and Bullfrog nearly being executed had nothing to do with her. So whilst yeah, she could have absolutely killed them herself she didn’t, most likely because at the end of the day they were good assets.

On a more light-hearted note: Bullfrog is not ‘hot’, nor is he cute in the way I commonly see him being utilised. He’s adorable, sure, but not in this soft, almost uwu-ification way (I am never writing that again ew) by way of taking his entire identity as an Assassin away from him. Guys. He kills people. He is at least older than 40 years old (Wastelanders War. Which also begs the question of hybrid growth and age but that’s a question that’ll literally never really be answered in a canon capacity by much) he’s not a child. He is polite and respectful explicitly because that falls in line with the creed itself. (I’m not the lore expert on AC but a part of being an Assassin is in the way they carry themselves outside of a murderous context. He’s just a guy dedicated to his job who just so happens to be the most jovial person around yknow.

I’m aware that fandom flanderisation is going to happen to everyone to varying degrees it’s just very interesting in the way it happens because honestly I don’t think these should be majorly unpopular but then again. Interpretation is one hell of a thing.

[swifty-fox]

Hiii! I love your priest!Gale fics! (I have reread them way too many times 🙈💗🙈) Are you working on part 4? Can't wait for the angst in it

am i ACTIVELY working on them? No I got really caught up in kfak verse!

Right now I',m ending out the chapters of my brady/benny fic. Then finishing Bikeriders smutfic because its ALMOST done (part 1 at least)

and then after that it will be LB part 4

But plans for it are some rough angry car sex (consensual) and maybe we'll get John's backstory

a snippet for you:

“You’re really hitting me in the ‘yes daddy harder’ places with that face you’re pulling right now,” John says, swirling his finger through the over-complicated mess of a coffee in front of him.

It tasted awful, but he ordered it just to see if the kid behind the counter could actually pull it off.

Chick continued to keep his ‘yes daddy harder’ expression, which was in fact a look of profound exasperation and disappointment. And didn’t really awaken anything in John, but he found it plenty amusing to see the way the older mans eyes narrowed ever so slightly.

“I could have you thrown in jail today if i wanted, you know,” Chick Harding takes a sip of his own soy latte, “I could make up a reason, I hold your life in my hands.” 

“That’s a misuse of power and a miscarriage of justice, and also you like me. I’m your favorite little POW just admit it.” 

“Someone’s going to pop you one in the mouth, mocking veterans like that.”

John spreads his hands wide in a dont shoot the messenger sort of gesture “hey, I can claim it. My great gandpops was a POW. Got his flight jacket and everything hanging in my closet. This is my history.” 

“I think I should arrest you.”

John grins at him.

“You been meeting with Brady?” Chick asks, setting his coffe down with a pleased hum, begins folding his utensils wrapper accordion style until the cheap paper has become nothing more than a little square. It’s the same thing he does every time, restless fingers the only betrayal that the parole officer wasn’t just a robot.

Which John already knew was false. He’d looked the guy up the moment he’d had access to internet again. Had a neatly sealed Juvenile record and an exemplary military record which meant the guy was both secretly interesting and also probably a little batshit.

“Every couple weeks just like those fascist fucks tells me too. Just like i meet you every six weeks and we pretend I’m in need of babysitting and you pretend you’re not hoping that college boy will finally write his number on your coffee cup.” John leans forward on his elbows,the table creaking under his weight  “I could do it for you, if you’re too shy.” 

Chick doesn’t give him the satisfaction of blushing, but John can see the way his sholulders straighten slightly.

“He even looks like me a bit too. Curly brown hair,” John smooths his fingers across his mustache, “ the sexy landing strip. You sure you’re not displacing some sexual attraction?”

“You are the devil incarnate. That barista means nothing to me.” 

“You shouldn’t be so grumpy, meeting your favorite little felon.” 

“Only person around here that seems grumpy is you, Egan.”

“Me?” John stretches, tilting his chair back with one foot until he nearly topples backward, “Whay’ve I got to be grumpy about? I’ve got a shitty dead-end job, a dying grandma who, by the way, isn’t actually even my grandma, and i’ve got to check in with some middle aged drill sergeant with a thing for some guy who looks like Sean Cody’s next up and coming.” 

“I don’t know what that even means.”

“Oh you so do.” John smiles.

[the-toxinz-arcade]

c!ranboo id pack

names ܂ ∿ ⟢ 】 abyss . alyx . archer . asher . aspen . bite . casper . cody . crypt . cypher . damien . devon . dizzy . ebony . eerie . ender . erin . fear . forget . freckle . gabriel . indigo . jay . kaleb . khaos . lock . louie . lucian . lukas . mark . melancholy . memory . obsidian . onyx . raven . rhys . ryan . sebastian . shiver . sylvian . theo . thorn . umbra . void . wander . whisper . wyvern . xavier . zachary . zaidyn . zero . zycan

pronouns  ܂ ∿ ⟢ 】 abno/abnormal . creature/creatures . crown/crowns . cryp/cryptid . eerie/eeries . end/ends . ender/man . fang/fangs . fear/fears . forget/forgets . gloom/glooms . glow/glows . hx/hxm . hy/hym . lurk/lurks . memory/memories . panic/panics . particle/particles . ran/boo . smile/smiles . teleport/teleports . thxy/thxm . thy/thym . void/voids . whisper/whispers . xy/xym 🌑/🌑s . 💜/💜s . 📔/📔s . 🌀/🌀s . 👁️/👁️s

titles  ܂ ∿ ⟢ 】 the enderwalker . [x] who wanders . memory [boy/girl/etc] . [x] who forgets . [x] who must remember . [x] the puppet . the forgetful one . the cryptid . [x] with the nightmares . [x] the ender being . [x] from the end . the misfit . messenger of the end . [x] with particles

[flickeringquip]

"No way, your first kiss was that bad?!" Cody laughs mockingly at your lament. +Trauma

Your sight which was once focused on your empty glass of alcohol is then rapidly shifted to stare eye to eye with Cody. His hand forcefully grabbing both your cheeks between fingers, almost smushing them.

"If you want, we can fix it right now. Either I can do it, or—" +Arousal

"'Fix it' my ass— Fuck off." -Trauma

Cody (and intro dialogue/the template) belongs to @sweetestflow3rs! An entry for their raffle! Also an excuse for the Barbies to (almost) smooch

[roleplay-finder-search]

🌅 20nb, multifandom, not replacing any of my current rps!!

hi!! i’ve recently been meaning to load up on more rps, so i figured that it was time to put out an ad!!

this rp will take place on either

- tumblr

- email

- google docs

- fb messenger

my timezone is PDT, and i work about 30 hours a week, but i will have availability! just be lenient with me :D and as for writing abilities, i’m more often than not lit to adv-lit! i also tend to mirror whoever i’m rping with!! nsfw for romantic pairings is alright with me, but never enforced!

also i’m not super fond of rapid fire, and i usually only do one or two replies a day (tempo slows down even more when i’m working)

i LOVE roleplaying aus, but i also don’t mind canon centric plots! i have a handful of au concepts (albeit cliche ones) but i’d love to expand on the concept to make it our own or even combine two or more pre-existing ones together!!

for ships i mostly lean towards mxm or mxnb!!

here are the fandoms and pairings i’m looking for! (/r for romantic, /p for platonic) (also! surrounded by parentheses means they’re my muse, and i’d prefer to play as them!!)

REGRETEVATOR:

(infected) / pest /r

(infected) / lampert /r

GENSHIN IMPACT:

(xiao) / kazuha /r

(kaeya) & (diluc) /p (ragbros!!!! kaeluc dni)

TOTAL DRAMA:

(noah) / alejandro (/r)

(noah) / cody (/r)

DANGANRONPA:

(korekiyo shinguji) / (rantaro amami) /r

(korekiyo shinguji) / shuichi saihara /r

(kaito momota) / shuichi saihara /r

(kaito momota) / kokichi oma /r

SCOTT PILGRIM:

(wallace wells) / scott pilgrim /r

(wallace wells) / todd ingram /r

(stephen stills) / young neil /r

PARKOUR CIVILIZATION:

(evbo) / emf /r OR /p

(evbo) / (seawatt) /r

parkour polycule /r

ps: i’m also open to OC x OC plots!! i DON’T do OC x CC however.

give this post a like and i’ll reach out!!!!

☀️

[catholic-character-tournament]

Catholic Character Tournament

Current Bracket

All polls here (tagged #cct polls)

Round 5 (16 nominees) is Wednesday July 5 12 PST

Character Submission List:

(Note, not in the order in the bracket. They were randomized for the bracket) (crossed out means dead-dead)

*707/Luciel Choi (Mystic Messenger)

*Abuela Alma Madrigal (Encanto)

*Akane Kurashiki (Zero Escape)

*Amon from (Tokyo Ghoul)

*Angel (Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel the Series)

*Asia Argento (High School DxD)

Aslan from (Chronicles of Narnia)

*Aymeric de Borel (Final Fantasy 14)

*Aziraphale (Good Omens) (Disqualified) The Volturi

*Belizabeth Brassica (Dimension 20's A Crown of Candy)

*Bishop Raphaniel Charlock (Dimension 20 - the Ravening War)

*Blake Langermann (Outlast 2)

*Brother Cellanus (The Completely Unerotic Adventures of Brother Cellanus)

*Caesar Zeppeli (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure)

*Carlos Reyes (911 Lone Star)

*Carrie White (Carrie)

*Catherine of Aragon (SIX: the Musical)

*CC (Code Geass)

*Chrollo Lucilfer (Hunter x Hunter)

*Chuck E. Cheese

*Claude Frollo(The Hunchback of Notre Dame)

*Crowley (Good Omens) (Disqualified) Vanessa Ives replacement (Penny Dreadful)

Dana Scully (the X files)

Doomguy  (Doom)

*Double (Skullgirls)

Doug Jones (The VelociPastor)

*Dracule Mihawk (One Piece)

*Duo Maxwell (Gundam Wing)

*Eddie Brock (Venom)

*Emilio Santoz from The Sparrow

Enrico Pucci (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)

*Farnese de Vandimion (Berserk)

*Father Alexander Anderson (Hellsing)

*Father Brown (Father Brown)

Father John Mulcahy (MASH)

Father Paul (Midnight Mass)

*Felicia Hardy/Black Cat (Spiderman)

Firestar (Warrior Cats)

*Flayn (Fire Emblem Three Houses)

*Frank Castle (Marvel)

Friar Tuck (Robin Hood)

*Gabriel (Ultrakill)

*Galahad (The Mechanisms)

*Gerard (Unholyverse)

Gloria Maria Ramirez Delgado-Pritchett (Modern Family)

Harrowhark Nonagesimus (The Locked Tomb)

*Helena Bertinlli (DC comics)

Hell boy (HellBoy)

Homura Akemi (Madoka Magica)

*Hot Pants (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)

*Ibara Shiozaki (My Hero Academia)

*Inori Yamabuki/Cure Pine (Fresh Precure)

Jason Todd (DC Comics)

*Javert (Les Miserables)

Jean Valjean (Les Misérables)

*Jeanne d'Arc (Alter) (Fate/Grand Order)

*Jesus (Jesus Christ Superstar) 

*John "Soap" MacTavish (Call of Duty)

*John Gaius (The Locked Tomb)

*John Ward (FAITH)

*Johnathan (Shin Megami Tensei IV)

*Junk Rat (Overwatch)

*Justin Law (Soul eater)

*Kawabuchi Sentarou (Kids on the Slope)

Kaworu Nagisa (Neon Genesis Evangelion)

*Kirei Kotomine (Fate franchise)

Knuckes the Echidna (Sonic)

*Kristen Applebees (Dimension 20's Fantasy High)

*Kuroe (Magia Record)

Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler (X-Men)

*Ky Kiske (Guilty Gear)

*Kyoko Sakura (Puella Magi Madoka Magica)

*Lady Rhea (Fire Emblem: Three Houses)

*Leliana (Dragon Age)

*Leon (8:11)

*Lestat de Lioncourt (The Vampire Chronicles)

*Libra (Fire Emblem: Awakening)

*Link (The Legend of Zelda)

*Louis de Pointe du Lac (Interview with the Vampire/The Vampire Chronicles)

*Luis Serra Navarro (Resident Evil)

Mac McDonald (It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia)

Maddie Fitzpatrick (Suite Life of Zack and Cody)

*Marcy Park (The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee)

*Mark Heathcliff (The Mandela Catalogue)

Matt Murdock/Daredevil (Marvel)

*Mello (Death Note)

*Mercedes (Fire Emblem: Three Houses)

*Michael Carpenter (Dresden Files)

*Michael Corleone (The Godfather)

Miles Morales/Spider-Man

*Nate Ford (Leverage)

Nicholas D. Wolfwood (Trigun)

*Nico di Angelo (Percy Jackson)

*Ocean O'Connell Rosenberg (Ride the Cyclone)

*Pastry Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom)

*Patton Sanders (Sanders Sides (Web Series))

Pope Pinion IV (Cars)

Puss in Boots (Shrek)

Quasimodo (The Hunchback of Notre Dame)

Remy LeBeau/Gambit (X-Men)

*Rin Okumura (Blue Exorcist)

*RoboCop (RoboCop)

Ronan Lynch (The Raven Cycle)

*Ryker (Roleslaying With Roman)

*Saint Citrina Rocks (Dimension 20's A Crown of Candy)

*Sasuke (Naruto)

*SCP-166 (Just a Teenage Gaia) 

*Seeley Booth (Bones)

Shadow the Hedgehog (Sonic)

*Shiro Fujimoto (Blue Exorcist)

Simon Belmont (Castlevania)

*Sir Keradin Deeproot (Dimension 20's A Crown of Candy)

*Sister Mary (The Young Pope)

Sister Michael (Derry Girls)

*Steve Rogers/Captain America (Marvel)

*Tammy Edwards (Legoland by Jacob Richmond) 

*Tatsumi Kazehaya (Ensemble Stars)

*Temenos Mistral (Octopath Traveler 2)

The Derry Girls (Derry Girls)

*The Penitent One (Blasphemous)

*Tobias Schneien (Ghost Eyes)

*Valeria Garaz (Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 reboot)

*Valery Michailov (Goncharov - 1973)

*Vector the Crocodile (Sonic the Hedgehog)

*Vito Corleone (The Godfather)

*Wesley Hailoh (Rhyme and Reason)

*William Murdoch (Murdoch Mysteries)

*Zakuro Fujiwara (Tokyo Mew Mew)

[veiwryn]

Vaguely explaing Team Dynamics pt. 3

Time for Team Chris! (Courtney, Gwen, Cody, Sierra, and Tyler)

Now this is the most complicated group since no one really knows each other and the Courtney/Gwen "rivalry". They're the least functional group, which also makes them fun to think about.

Having no one to compete leadership with her, Courtney would take that role. No one objects, and the type A doesn't have to worry about anyone taking her spot, so she starts making strategies. Which is where Sierra comes in. Courtney acknowledges the uberfan's extensive knowledge and tries to make use of it, while keeping it in contract. With their dysfunctional dynamic as a team, Sierra suggests they use it to their advantage to somehow pull the rug under the two other teams. The only downside is the fan's obsession with Cody, Courtney (unlike canon) would scold her for not focusing on the challenge and (in a way) shield Cody.

Talking about the Geek, he's like the group's black sheep. While Courtney does pity him, they aren't allies as she's with Sierra. And Gwen doesn't want to be around him either due to his actions in the previous seasons. The only person he'd be around is Tyler, and the two do become friends. Especially since the athlete occasionally offers to help him with his Sierra problem (alongside Gwen, sometimes). In this au, he'd act like a middle ground, a messenger between Gwen and Courtney. And (spoiler) it's not going to last long.

Since Courtney has Sierra, and with Cody as the middle man, Gwen would be gifted Tyler as a friend. (Totally not just because of that throw away line in s1. The scene where Tyler made a jab at Duncan—who was holding a deer hostage). Honestly, Gwen has grown a lot since her debut, but I want to focus on the development with Geoff. Where she allowed herself to open up to someone who wasn't at all similar to her. And it's not like Tyler was a bad option, as far as she knew, Tyler was this innocent yet clutzy athlete. Someone who would respect her. Something she desperately needs with Courtney around, Gwen would go to him to vent and Tyler would listen. And she would do the same for Tyler. I just their friendship would be sweet, and that they'd give genuinely good advice to each other.

Plus, it allows Tyler to become a character outside of being Lindsay's girlfriend and Alejandro's pawn. I'd expect Tyler's sassiness to grow the more he hangs out with Gwen. (We need more sassy jabs coming from Tyler, the ones we have gotten were overshadowed). I'm going to take a step forward by saying that he'd be the reason Gwen and Courtney start to get along, dunno how exactly, but it's gonna be Tyler's doing. (Man deserves to create some plot)

Essentially, it's Courtney & Sierra vs. Gwen & Tyler in this one-sided rivalry. And Cody just wants out.

[frostbitebakery]

ok ok, I hear all of you writing grad student!Cody and haggled professor!Obi-Wan, I hear you all so hard I am looking at tweed vests and how much the collar of a shirt is stretched by carrying a heavy overnight messenger bag.

Now I need to figure out which support buttons Cody would feasibly have on his bag. He doesn’t strike me as a buttons type lbr, but there’s two very good reasons why he would: a) Spite. b) to support one of his brothers.

[enmstorytime]

The Vulnerable Writer Chapter 5

When I walked through the classroom door, every student was already seated with their eyes fixed on me, their faces hungry. They watched me expectantly as I crossed the room to my desk and set down my messenger bag, removed my lesson plan, and started to log into the classroom desktop. This daily routine helped me stay calm, and helped my cock stay flaccid under my slacks and black mesh briefs. It would be a miracle if I managed to remain calm once the action started when my students would circle me and tear away every last stitch of clothing from my lean body.

The final five minutes of class time ticked by too fast. I tried making small talk with the students near my desk, including Cody and Seth who both already knew what waited beneath my clothing. However, no matter how much I tried to engage them, each student sat silently, their eyes flicking from my body to the clock on the wall by the classroom door.

At thirty seconds before class time, I crossed the front of the classroom again, and closed the door. I realized as the door closed that when it reopened, I would be butt-naked, my clothing taken by the twenty-five men in the classroom, and I’d have to make my way back to my office with nothing more than my messenger bag. My bare feet would slap across the tile floor down the hallway and up a flight of stairs. Any of my colleagues—or worse, the dean of the department—could potentially see me trying to hide my naked body behind my messenger bag. And based, on my luck the day that Cody left my office with all my clothes, I wasn’t expecting to make it to my office without being seen.

The blood started running toward my cock at the thought of getting caught, and I pulled my thoughts back to this moment where I stood, still fully dressed in front of the twenty-five men who had written powerful, vulnerable essays. I wanted to reward them, had promised I would reward them, but I hadn’t actually expected them to pull it together. Sure, it had been fun and anxiety inducing to walk around the classroom with a jockstrap on and my ass hanging out. Sure, it had been fun to give my clothes to Cody, and to let Seth suck me off in the bushes, but this was a new level. I’d never been so on display before, and it wouldn’t be for just today.

From now on, until the end of the semester, I had promised to teach in the buff. I hadn’t made any stipulations for visitors. I hadn’t made any plans for potential observations from my colleagues. It was still only the fourth week of the semester, which meant that for eleven more weeks, three times each week, for hour long class periods, I would strip completely naked in front of a class that was—to my knowledge—the best attended freshman composition course taught at our university.

Oh fuck, I thought, imagining the faculty meetings where my colleagues would bitch about how their students weren’t attending their classes. Professor Wilson, the dean would say, turning to me in the imaginary meeting playing out in my head. You’ve had perfect attendance for most of the semester. How do you do it? What’s your secret? I’d have to lie, but there would be other professors who would want to know, who would beg to come observe my class to see what made my teaching so dynamic that twenty-five eighteen-to-twenty-year-olds attended every single class period. And I’d have to let them come. Our department had a policy that we were allowed and encouraged to observe anyone else’s class at any time.

“Professor,” Cody said from across the classroom, pulling me away from my anxious thoughts. “I believe it’s time to start the class.”

The rest of the students chuckled, their eyes now fixed once more on me, each of them clearly imagining what they would be uncovering any second now. I noted a few amused smirks, mixed in with the general hunger. Because of my run-ins with Cody and Seth, I had expected sexual hunger from my students, I hadn’t yet realized that some of my students had played along for the laugh of stripping a professor naked. Of course, not all of my students were gay, but I hadn’t processed that the body I worked so hard to maintain would shortly become a source of mirth for a few of my students. While I was proud of what I had going on, I dreaded the laughs I knew I would get when I stood exposed before every eye in this classroom.

“Right,” I said, nervously clearing my throat and crossing once again to my desk. “Right, it’s time to start class.”

“How were the essays?” One of the football players in the background shouted to appreciative laughter. “I know I got really vulnerable in mine.”

I swallowed at the lump forming in my throat, my hands started to quiver, my knees knocked.

“I was too,” said one of the football player’s buddies.

Every student in the room started clamoring, shouting that they too had been vulnerable. I held my hands up, and they fell silent.

“I’m very proud of you all,” I said, my voice wavering, a flush spreading from my cheeks over my entire body. “I’m also very surprised.”

They laughed, which made me feel a little less nervous, a little more comfortable. I knew I was in my element as a professor if I could get my students to laugh. It would be alright. They’d get over the novelty of my naked body, and then life would continue as normal. Right?

“I believe you made us some promises,” Cody shouted, and the class started cheering again.

If it hadn’t been Cody, if I hadn’t had Cody’s naked body pressed against mine only a few weeks before, if I couldn’t remember the way he smiled as he took my load in his mouth, I think my cock would have held out for a little longer. But at his voice, at the obvious hunger, and mirth, and desire that met me in every face, the blood rushed to my penis faster than it had ever before in my life, straining against the fabric of my briefs and tenting my slacks.

“Look,” Seth said, “He’s even excited!”

The classroom exploded in whoops and catcalls, while I stood there, knowing that it would take every stitch of fabric on my body to get the class under control again, if that was even possible. I breathed in deep, steeling my nerves, trying to will away the boner, and knowing that I’d probably be hard for the rest of the class period. Then my eyes landed on Cody, and I nodded.

“Let’s fucking go!” Cody shouted.

And they were on me.

Hands. Fifty hands. Every single student somehow managed to get both of their hands on the clothing I’d worn today. I felt fingers squeezing at my body, feeling the tautness of my muscles beneath. I felt the first button on my shirt be torn away. Then the next. Then the next. Until my shirt was open, revealing the sleeveless undershirt beneath. Then the over shirt was shredded by the hungry hands, the scraps thrown to the floor, or slipped into pockets as keepsakes.

“He thought he could slow us down,” someone shouted to more appreciative catcalls, while someone’s hand ran through my hair, and someone’s lips landed on my left bicep, their tongue slipping out.

I thought about trying to stop the kissing and the licking, but I knew it would be no use. Instead, I focused on how they had lifted me off the ground and tugged my shoes and socks off, while they lifted me over their heads, holding my arms and legs apart, while my bare feet were manhandled.

It would be over soon, I kept reminding myself, as the undershirt was tugged up and over my head, past my wrists, and off my body entirely. It received the same treatment as my overshirt, shredded, some pieces saved as souvenirs, some left on the ground for the janitors to sweep up: evidence that someone had lost their clothes in this classroom. My naked torso was fondled. My nipples squeezed, flicked, and licked. Hands slid up and down my pecs and abs.

It all felt so good. I knew I shouldn’t have liked it so much, but I could feel the most powerful orgasm of my life building in my balls, my toes already curling with pleasure, as the hands moved to my waist, to my groin, to my ass.

The button of my slacks was torn away, the fly torn down, and in seconds I was held aloft in nothing but my mesh briefs, my penis hard and red, contained by the mesh briefs, but completely invisible. The classroom went wild as they ran their hands over the mesh, and I felt the skin contact and the mesh. I couldn’t stop the moan of pleasure as they felt along my almost completely naked body.

“He likes it!” Someone shouted to more catcalls and cackles.

Just as I was about to lose myself in pleasure, they set me back on the ground. The sensation of my bare feet meeting the cold linoleum of the classroom pulled me back from climax, even while my boner raged on, the mesh stretched to its limits.

The next part had to have been planned. My students encircled me, each wrapped a few fingers in the band of my mesh briefs, every eye fixed on my already visible cock and ass. I stood in the center, with my arms behind my head, surrendering to the pleasure of the moment.

“One…” Cody called.

It was coming. Sure, there was nothing else for them to really see, but I still had something to lose, and they were going to take it away.

“Two…” Cody called.

And God, did I want them to take it away. Deep in my core, I knew that this was how I always wanted to teach. No secrets. Nothing hidden. Entirely open and vulnerable.

“Three.” Cody called.

The briefs shredded as every man tugged the waistband away from my body. My hard cock flopped out painfully as the last piece of clothing was pulled away from me and into at least twenty-five little pieces. I closed my eyes as I heard the gasps, the laughter, the oh my gods, and the he’s actually naked. He’s really, completely naked!

Their hands rushed forward again to explore every inch of me. I didn’t bother to open my eyes. I just let their hands, their lips and their tongues explore. It was absolute ecstasy. I didn’t bother to hold back anymore, either. A finger grazed the tip of my cock, and I groaned, pushing my hips forward, and was met with the palm of a hand, wrapping around my shaft.

I exploded, losing all sense of anything but the pleasure in my groin, the pleasure of my skin, exposed to the light, exposed to their eyes, exposed to their hands. I came, and came, and came, sending rope after rope into the laughing, delighted, even potentially disgusted group of students around me.

They held me up, as my muscles relaxed, and I almost toppled to the ground spent. Their hands held under my bare shoulder blades, on my thighs, on my ass cheeks. We stayed like that for at least five minutes, my students holding up their completely naked professor, me spent, and elated.

And then the terror sank in. I still had fifty minutes of teaching to complete, with my cock swinging in front of them, my cum drying around the room.