#him in a tank top

[foxy-kitsune]

i just need a moment to process these photos

[bacchuschucklefuck]

they tried to rebrand as The Criminals but riz is literally the city council's treasurer and also turns out people in their late 20s don't really name their friend groups. so now they're The Intrepid Heroes

[journen]

Simon Riley

[starcurtain]

Everyone on Twitter playfully dragging Aventurine for his crop top and track pants fit, and while I agree that this is hilarious and should be meme'd into oblivion, I also can't help but think that the Aventurine fandom as a whole should definitely embrace turning "He's kind of tacky, wouldn't know a subtle outfit unless it was picked by Jade, and wears bizarrely out-of-touch fits on his days off just because he personally thinks they look cool" into an endearing fanon character trait.

Because like, canonically? It makes perfect sense.

As a child, his family didn't have the luxury of giving him a wide variety of clothes in different styles or fabrics. He wore what he could get. Then, we're only ever shown adult Kakavasha wearing rags until joining the IPC.

We know from his character stories that he was kept extremely out of the loop on world news and mainstream media as a slave and literally wouldn't know anything about clothing other than seeing it on other people.

From the time he was a child, wearing whatever his family could pull together, to the time he became an adult prisoner wearing literal scraps, there was never a need or even reasonable opportunity for him to learn about fashion or the social pressures of "dressing to fit in."

The first thing he's told to do as a member of the Stonehearts is "Go pick out new clothes," and the next time we see him, he's wearing the most peacock-esque outfit possible. When Jade told him to pick out his clothes, he literally went in completely blind with no lessons on how to appropriately dress for any adult occasion at all.

While I do think that one of the first things Aventurine would have done as a new Stoneheart is research how to establish a certain "character" for himself and how to dress to give a specific impression, I also think that Aventurine would delight in finally, finally having the power to present himself exactly as he chooses--and that would likely be very strongly informed by an entire child- and young-adulthood growing up without a single social pressure to "dress normal."

Given that he never had someone to teach him how to dress in any modern intergalactic style in his formative years, I think that it makes perfect sense for his "fashion" sense to be extremely unique to him, with little outside influence except for being strongly based on what he knows best: the luxuries the Avgin people could gather from the deserts of Sigonia-IV.

Ratio accuses him of being "flashy," but Aventurine likely loads up all his personally-picked outfits with turquoise jewels, fur trim, and gold metal accents because that's what he grew up perceiving as status symbols and signs of prosperity. Of course he's flashy! Why would he not want to wear furs and jewels now that he has them?! What do you mean wearing six gold bangles is overkill with a t-shirt? No such thing as overkill, come on!

Topaz dropping the Star Rail equivalent of "You look like what would happen if Fashion Week was themed on the yakuza and the Roaring 20s at the exact same time" every other month.

"Well, I think it looks great!"

tl;dr: Aventurine can definitely do his research and blend his outfits into any scenario if needed, but when left to his own devices, he absolutely wears the most over-the-top and/or bizarrely unmodern and "I couldn't care less what is currently trending" fits because no one ever taught him fashion sense when he was growing up, he's finally got the autonomy to dress himself in whatever he thinks looks best, and he's still a little bit drunk on the opportunity to bath in the natural luxuries he longed for but could never have as a child.

Just sayin'.

[frostbitebakery]

LOUD.

a Jedi Shadow!Obi-Wan AU

“Each of us, every single clone, is a one-man army. And yes, I am… I’m so proud of them. We protect the Galaxy, we die fighting for the Galaxy and its peoples. We are not made for peace times, Obi-Wan.”

The cynical part of Obi-Wan wants to ask why Cody is so steadfast in his belief when everywhere the clones go they’re confronted with people dismissing them, equating them to the droids they’re fighting.

He understands, though. Jedi are only welcome where people know about the help they can provide. The Order is looked down upon, the Jedi just as easily dismissed, more often than not when it comes to it.

And still. And still. The call to protect people is too strong to ignore. He doesn’t want to ignore the call. He can help so he does.

So yes, he understands Cody and his need to fight.

He watches as Cody self-consciously rubs the back of his neck, fingers not halting over the port, so— so used to its presence, as the silence reigns. Cody doesn’t try to further his explanations. He said his piece and that’s that.

Obi-Wan settles down on the floor in front of the weightlifting bench. And Cody.

He crosses his legs automatically, the armor he has to don if he wants to engage in the battles blessedly absent, here. His fingers find Cody’s other hand in his lap, tapping it lightly, glancing by the embedded screen in the armored boot proclaiming Cody as belonging to the 212th.

Commander Cody got his own Attack Battalion. Mace remains the immediate superior but the brass saw Cody’s merit. No Jedi can easily fill the role as war general and Cody is… too brilliant to not be in charge. He and Mace have been flattening the CIS, the GAR is only too happy to spread out their heavy hitters.

“He’s always giving them a chance to surrender first,” Cody had commented on Mace, pride and admiration shining from his whole body. “How he’s able to walk with balls like that is a mystery to me.”

Obi-Wan had politely choked on nothing.

Once Cody is looking at him, apologies in his eyes for being made for war, of war, Obi-Wan signs a simple question. “How would you know?”

Temper makes the scarred eyebrow rise and Obi-Wan continues, undeterred now that Cody’s attention isn’t on misplaced guilt.

“You know nothing but war. You’ve learnt nothing but war. You’ve,” Obi-Wan pauses to swallow the grief, “experienced nothing but war in your life. How would you know you’re not made for peace times when you haven’t even had the chance to live in them?”

A smile, half there and fleeing, cracks, warm brown eyes watch Obi-Wan’s hands. “In my darkest moments I’m not sure I’ll even see them.”

Obi-Wan is against false promises but hope has never left his life’s side and he’d like to share. “We work together and we end this war. We see as many of you and us on the other side as possible.”

“Sounds like an easy first step,” Cody laughs ruefully, and leans down, captures Obi-Wan’s unmasked face, blurred by the unknown, and holds their foreheads together for a long self-indulgent moment.

Obi-Wan ducks his head, mask and scars in place once more. “Is that something you wish? To see me?”

Cody shakes his head, shoulders tight. “I’m sorry. I went too far.”

No, you didn’t, Obi-Wan wants to tell him, I want you to see me.

Soon. Probably. As soon as Obi-Wan has removed the screws from his heart and their doubting pressure.

“I think I can help you,” Obi-Wan signs, bullheading through the burgeoning silence. “But I need your help for that.”

“What do you need,” Cody asks, all Commander now that he’s got a mission objective.

“I want to know how you can communicate neurally and who has access to that channel.” He’s been looking into it for months, always ending in front of a Kaminoan wall. He’s at his wits end and now, now, with Bail confirming Palpatine is shuffling credits to the CIS and it’s still only heresy where a court is concerned…

Kamino confirmed only authorized personnel has access to the comm links in the clones’ heads. What if those include the CIS?

Cody blinks in surprise. “General Windu has access to that information.”

Does he? Obi-Wan is beginning to doubt that fact. “Humor me.”

Shoulders go wide, straight, loose. “Protocol dictates that, in case of emergency in an engagement situation, a High General is able to deploy orders directly to a CC-class clone via the Force after initiating with the correct identification.”

The clones are password-locked. Obi-Wan tries very, very hard to keep his expression neutral. “I assume every Commander knows the identification?”

Cody starts to smile, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, ready to playfully lecture Obi-Wan about confidentiality. Obi-Wan can see that, can feel the intention of Cody to do so. Before his eyes sharpen like the back-up blade in the boot holster. “Is there a leak?”

“Not that I’m sure of,” Obi-Wan hurries to sign. “Cody, please, what is the initialization sequence?”

Cody watches him, tracks his every move and twitch and stillness with keen eyes. Obi-Wan lets him, not able to keep a lid on the worry he’s feeling, the Force hushed in absolute and anticipation. “Every Commander knows those words. No one else does. A High General can request it of his Commander. That is what General Windu knows. A Commander takes the words to their grave if they have to.” A built-in failsafe, based on the clones’ loyalty to the Republic. “And the Jedi,” Cody adds with a soft smile. “Maybe we have been trained to follow you but you have proven yourself over and over again. The initialization is—“ Cody’s face twists into confusion as the Force starts— starts to shriek in warning. “Is…”

Shards of glass hurtle towards Obi-Wan, high-pitched tone piercing his eardrums, hack into his thoughts—

“Who are you?”

Obi-Wan hurries, pulls a hand up and projects “Cody, wake”.

.

Cody wakes, blinks. Shakes the cloudy remnants of a dream gone wrong off, as stuck on him, burnt into him as some details of it are.

He looks up when he notices the presence by the training salle entry, smiles up at Obi-Wan, feels his eyes go soft, relaxed.

Obi-Wan stares back at him, mask in place which ups the distant, rumbling intensity of his gaze like an incoming storm. “Thank you,” he signs, and Cody can see the tremors in his fingertips. Blue eyes flick up to the surveillance camera in the ceiling, go back to him.

Cody… remembers. Obi-Wan pushing him behind a destroyed tank during battle, one hand covering the helmet camera while the other had signed “need to talk, no eyes” in battle signs.

He looks to the door again but Obi-Wan is suddenly right in front of him, cradling his face so gently Cody can feel tears prick at his eyes, forehead carefully, with no hesitation and too much meaning coming to rest against his.

[venileix]

𝜗𝜚 .Orange Jumpsuit

PAIRING: AJ x F!reader SYNOPSIS: AJ comes home with the jumpsuit tied around his waist, and with his tank top exposing his tattoos and muscles, you find yourself more attracted to him than ever before. WARNINGS: sexual content, oral (giving), Aj's crippling praise and ever so slight degradation kinks NOTES: MDNI!

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You knew AJ was stressed out about this job. They never did another job this fast after an old one, but he promised himself he'd go all in on this so he wouldn't have to get involved in that life for a long time.

You knew that even though he loved the thrill of a job, he was nervous about the lack of overall planning for this one.

Aj always made sure you were flown out of town with friends during his jobs, scared about anything happening to you, but with how sudden this opportunity arose, he had to settle on practically barricading you inside his apartment.

The two of you had been married for just over a year now, and he promised this was his last job.

As the sky grew darker, the abrupt sound of the lock of the door twisting brought your attention away from the dinner you were preparing.

As the door opened, you relaxed at the beeps of the alarm passcode being entered, knowing it was your husband.

Cutting the strawberries for the desert, you felt arms wrap around your waist, "What are you making?"

You gently place the knife down on the cutting board, twisting your body around in your husband's arms to face him.

"Your favorite," You grin, dragging your hands up his exposed arms to rest on his shoulders, "How is everything coming along?"

"All is going according to plan, don’t worry your pretty little head about any of that.” He only ever tells you the basic details of these jobs, not wanting to worry you about his safety.

Aj grinned reassuringly as he looked at the unconvinced look in your eyes. He knew you were concerned for how stressed out he's been lately, and he was starting to feel bad for making you worry.

"You're lucky you're hot," You roll your eyes at your husband playfully before trailing your eyes down his body.

He had that orange jumpsuit they were using as a disguise tied around his waist, exposing his white tank top and tattoos that lined his arms.

He stayed quiet, allowing you to bring your hands up to his hair, pushing some strands back as he looked down at you.

While you didn't mind his obsession over hats, you had always loved when he didn't wear them, so you can mess with his hair.

You brought your hands back down to his shoulders, fingers gently tracing his bicep where he had your name in cursive.

He got it the day before your wedding, surprising you with it on your wedding night. Needless to say, you gave him a nice surprise in return that night.

You can feel Aj's muscles flex under your touch, making you teasingly smirk as you slowly look back up to meet his eyes.

The moment your eyes meet his, his lips are on yours, and the hands that were wrapped around your waist pushed your hips into the counter.

You let him take the lead, tilting your head so he can kiss you deeper. Aj's hands find their way to your thighs, pulling your body closer to him, if that was even possible.

"Jump," His breath is hot against your lips, making your eyes flutter open, revealing his smug grin as he stared down at you through eyes heavy with desire.

The hands wrapped around the back of your thighs aided you as you jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist.

Aj pulled the two of you away from the kitchen, carrying you towards the plush couch in your living room.

Your usual cooking playlist played softly from the large TV on the wall, filling the air with soothing music.

He takes a seat in the middle of the couch, keeping you in his lap.

"I really like getting to see your tattoos like this," You stare down at Aj, watching him smirk at you admitting to your unhidden attraction to his body.

"I would hope so," his fingers rub circles at your hips, "You did half of them."

You subtly rock your hips forward, teasing the man under you as you press against him, "Well I think I made you look pretty damn hot."

He laughs at your words, gripping at your hips to continue making you grind down against him.

"It's all thanks to you, sweetheart." You giggle at his words, bringing your head down, placing soft kisses against his jaw, leading down his neck towards his collar bone.

He let out heavy breaths at the feeling of your lips on his skin mixed with the feeling of your cunt rocking against him.

You slowly pull away, looking at the beautiful man below you through half lidded eyes, a seductive smirk on your lips, "You seem pretty stressed out."

Aj's eyes follow your movements as you slowly lift yourself from his lap, moving his hands away from you as you now stand in front of him.

"Maybe I should help you with that," You can see his jaw clench as you lower yourself to your knees.

He was at a loss for words as you slowly untie the orange coveralls at his hips, pulling them down to reveal his black boxers.

"Look at this," You giggle at the sight of the wet spot on his boxers that showed his evident excitement, "So fucking desperate for me."

Your words were almost enough to make him lose his cool right then and there, but then, as you placed your palm against his bulge, he melted back into the couch, stuttering whatever he was about to say.

"So pathetic; you're so hard for me," You move your palm away from him, moving to pull down the waistband of his boxers, letting him spring free.

"You're so fucking beautiful, sweethear-" He cuts himself off abruptly with a moan as your lips wrap around his tip.

You suck gently, using your tongue to trace his slit, loving the sounds of his moans and whines.

"You're doing so amazing, darling," His voice is hoarse from the pleasure and the sight of you between his legs.

With the praise, you take more of him into your mouth, moaning at the way his tip hits the back of your throat as you feel his hand tangle itself in your hair.

"That's right," His grip on your hair tightens as you hollow out your cheeks around him, "Just like that, baby."

It was adorable to you how easily you can cause his undoing, how easy it was to make him melt in your hands.

You speed up your movements as you bob your head up and down, changing the pressure of your cheeks around him as you moved.

"Oh, baby," He's practically whimpering as he tugs at your hair, "Please don't stop, I'm so close."

It was like music to your ears, his begging tone making you want to never stop pleasing him.

In just a few more seconds, you feel his tip hit the back of your throat again, releasing his warm seed into your mouth, moaning as he feels your throat constrict with its natural instinct to swallow.

He panted as he pulled your mouth off of him, eyes staring down at you with the most loving look you've ever seen from anyone but him.

"So pretty with my cum down your throat." You both smirk at each other as you wipe your lips.

[suitetarts]

neil's southern us accent .... uhhhhh 😳

[nateezfics]

hongjoong and this damn black tank top….. (ft. yunho)

[starsnores]

cherry bomb

[whipbogard]

Just finished Gotham Knights

Many thoughts but here's a quick doodle of the bestest boy ever ❤

[infizero-draws]

idk when i'll get around to designing skizz and mumbo, but here's my wild life grian design :)

[khaopybara]

first kanaphan remembered his tiktok account password and is now spoiling us. thank you king.

[iamnotaware]

Just had the devastating realisation that all of these

And maybe these

are from the same day and i’m no longer normal anymore (as if i ever was)

[bacchuschucklefuck]

this has been a roller coaster of a design journey but finally I can present you: class swap artificer!adaine and rogue!fabian

[naradreamt]

Miscellaneous scans from the 2005 hide wall calendar

[citricjoy]

he’s my backwoods barbie :’(