Let me show you, this counts on both pc and mobile
See the little speech bubble icon at the end of a post? Click it
When you click it, this pops up and at the end of it, ‘Add to the discussion’ pops up. Its a reply function. You can leave something there, no reblogging required, your blog name is there in the comments but it doesn’t show you on your blog.
Basically, if you want to leave an author (not just me, there are other authors on tumblr. I’ve left a few with my main blog) or artist something nice but don’t want to reblog the story onto your blog, this is a function that you can use.
Edit: So uh, apparently a few people don’t have this speech bubble. I don’t know why, its on all of my posts in both the app and on desktop.
Honestly, that’s fascinating. But hey, if you can’t comment, that’s fine. ❤ It was just a headsup if you weren’t aware of the button.
So, apparently the theme may also effect where it is, or it being there at all. So there’s something to consider apparently.
@ airmidcelt I see you, I just didn’t remember to add it to the post. Apologies.
Smiling slightly against the warm skin as the Jedi let out a soft sigh of pleasure while digging his fingers into Cody’s side, the clone continued pressing soft kisses to the incubus sensitive neck.
Getting out of their captivity and back to safety had finally left them a chance to feed Obi-Wan properly, Cody quickly stripping out of his armor to crawl into bed with the Jedi, blanketing the other’s warm body with his own as the rest of the vode steered them home.
Hands dug in under fabric to pet and carcass and warm kisses were exchanged, Obi-Wan slowly becoming more aware as the hunger for skin and desire became sated until he was simply enjoying it for the leisure.
Obi-Wan was skin starved for normal affection, it was something the troopers had quickly figured out when the Jedi’s true being had been revealed to them. It had turned a few stomachs as they realized that Obi-Wan had resorted to sex because that was the easiest way to get what he required.
Quickly, they had set up a system, to cuddle Obi-Wan, to let him realize that he did not need to proposition them for what he needed and instead they were quite willing to hold him and press kisses to exposed skin with as much affection as they could.
It made Cody wonder if the other Jedi were aware that Obi-Wan didn’t need sex but intimate touch worked just as well to sate his hunger. He couldn’t see Obi-Wan’s friends taking advantage of him or allowing him to become starved on purpose if they knew it.
Or the Jedi council, Mace Windu and the other were kind, tried their best to save their troopers and be compassionate to those around them.
Cody knew that General Skywalker at least just held the man and petted his hair to feed him, there wasn’t sex involved with those two even when Skywalker was too rough for hte trooper’s taste but maybe the amount of emotions involved didn’t feed him enough when it came to Skywalker?
Had Obi-Wan simply never corrected them and felt desperate with hunger that he just accepted it?
“Better?” He whispered quietly, letting his thoughts rest as he spoke against Obi-Wan’s skin.
“Mhmm,” Obi-Wan sighed quietly with pleasure. “Quite Cody, thank you.” He murmured drowsily, fingertips slowly teasing Cody’s skin in return.
It actually made goosebumps appear on Cody’s own skin and he shivered happily. “Waxer is getting us back to the Negotiator.” He murmured, chuckling slightly as Obi-Wan tucked his leg up around Cody’s hips.
“Mmmn, Helix mandated someone cuddle me the entire way then?” Obi-Wan questioned quietly, tone soft and warm.
Lifting his head enough, Cody raised his brows. “Even if he hadn’t, someone would have. You were starved for days Obi-Wan.” He stated sternly.
In moments like this, it was only Obi-Wan and not General.
To get the other to understand that the troopers were more than willing to be here, to hold their Jedi, to feed him in any way he required. Cody had feed him more sensually honestly, quite a few of the 212th had and calling the other ‘General’ in bed was…
No, titles had nothing to do in bed and certainly not in the kind of relationship Obi-Wan and his troopers were developing.
Obi-Wan grimaced slightly then chuckled, lifting his head enough to peck a teasing kiss to the tip of Cody’s neck. “Might have asked if no one volunteered.” He confessed, yawning slightly before he closed his eyes with a content little hum.
The confession had Cody smiling softly, stroking over Obi-Wan’s furry cheek.
In the beginning, Obi-Wan admitted nothing beyond ‘I’m hungry, I need assistance.’, a life of being either shunned or used the troopers theorized making him cautious. Now Obi-Wan willingly if a tad shyly confessed when his hunger got the better of him and asked them for what he needed.
The trust always humbled Cody.
He never wanted to loose it. “Sleep now, you’re safe. We’re safe. We’re on route to the Negotiator. It will all be alright ner jetii.” Cody whispered, smile growing at the sweet hum he got in reply before he shifted forward and pressed his face back into Obi-Wan’s neck.
If there was one thing Anakin hated dealing with, it was pirates.
In particular he hated dealing with Hondo Ohnaka.
But the man had information, Seperatist information that he was willing to give them… for a price of course and this time he had bounty hunters with him. It had taken a lot for Anakin not to go for Bane’s face when the duro had come stalking in after the jovial pirate, a pick in his mouth and his eyes barely glancing at them from under the stupid hat he had.
They were going nowhere fast, Hondo laughing as he waved his drink about, telling them about his ‘dear old mother’ and the crew and the bounty hunters leaned in the back with the troopers behind Qui-Gon and Anakin tense and keeping an eye on them in return.
Honestly, at this point, Anakin almost wanted to try jumping Hondo just to get him to shut the kark up as he set of an obnoxious laugh.
A laugh that cut of abruptly as Kenobi suddenly stepped in, Anakin’s lips twisting in discomfort at the sight of the redhead even as he felt Rex behind him shine a bit with relief. His men liked Kenobi way too much.
Then that feeling was washed away by the fear, alert and respect suddenly oozing of the other group, all of them suddenly at attention as Kenobi tucked his thumbs into his belt as he had a want for, brow raised as he peered at Ohnaka. “I wasn’t aware you were here Hondo.” He drawled.
Wait… what?
Anakin blinked, glancing quickly at Qui-Gon, to find his old master at an equal loss.
“Obi-Wan! Old friend, I was not aware you were here either!” Hondo laughed but he was no longer slouched in his seat but sitting up, his eyes on Kenobi, watching as he settled down on one of the chairs as if he was invited. “If I had known, I would have brought more guns!” He laughed but even Anakin could hear the shakiness.
Obi-Wan reached out and took Hondo’s drink right of the table, sitting back in his chair with a slouch as he sipped it. And Hondo said nothing, just grabbed a bottle instead and drank directly from it.
No, chugged it actually, eyes watching Kenobi still.
“Bane. Bossk. Sing. Embo.” Kenobi greeted in an easy but short tone, glancing at each in turn. He even received a form for greeting from each, Embo in particular as the kyuzo hunter reached his right hand up to his heart and bowed his head a tad.
A respectful greeting of all things.
What the kark.
Anakin wanted to demand answers but he knew that Kenobi was just as likely to punch him in the face if he tried that.
“You working for the separatists now?” Kenobi questioned, watching Ohnaka.
“No, no. Profits my friend! I have information on the CIS!” Hondo waved the bottle, laughing again. “A trade you see” He grinned at him with those stained teeth of his.
A small ‘uhu’ escaped Kenobi before he glanced at Qui-Gon. “We authorized for that?” He raised his brow.
“Within limits, yes.” Qui-Gon nodded, seemingly relinquishing the negotiation to Obi-Wan. Seeing as Hondo seemed to be both piss afraid of Obi-Wan and also respected him, that might be a good idea but kark did it burn Anakin.
Looking back to the pirate, Kenobi pointedly raised his brows at him. “Ah, see, old Hondo needs free passage. I have cargo to deliver but it requires me to pass through the Perlemian trade route. I want guarantees we won’t be stopped, simple as that.” Hondo beamed toothily, finally seeming at ease.
Honestly, that… wasn’t as bad as Anakin feared. He had been concerned over the amount of value Hondo potentially wanted for his information, hell, the guarantee that he could slip through a trade route without being stopped wasn’t so bad.
He wanted to sell something, clearly, but it was also illegal, therefore being stopped would be an issue. ‘Could be worse trades…’ He mused tiredly.
Obi-Wan however hummed, low and steady, eyes on the pirate as he drank slowly, clearly thinking. “…And is any of this cargo… live?” He questioned, his voice warping on the last word as his eyes narrowed a silver, ice sliding along the spine of everyone in the tent as the Force suddenly pressed down on them.
Instantly, Ohnaka set his bottle down while lifting his other hand, eyes never moving from the Jedi in front of him even as Anakin tensed up, his hand going towards his saber. “Hondo does not trade in live bodies, my friend, foolish youth taught me better, even my dear mother would agree,” He chortled before turning serious, much to the shock of the rest. “I swear, Master Kenobi, none of it is live. Not animal and not sentient.”
Tapping his finger lightly on the table, still staring at Ohnaka, Obi-Wan finally inclined his head.
It felt like the pirate finally relaxed too, a jovial smile back on his face as he picked his alcohol back up. “Come now friend, such tension between allies!” He laughed bawdily, yet he was still watching the redhead.
Hell, the bounty hunters were still too.
Paranoid bunch they were, had been keeping an eye on all of them, the Jedi in particular of course but they registered everyone as a threat.
Now they weren’t looking away from Obi-Wan Kenobi.
The biggest threat in their eyes.
“… My friend, you taught my old captain a good long lesson, I will never forget it.” Hondo stated suddenly and Kenobi smirked a tad before nodding, standing and picking up one of the unopened bottles the pirate had brought.
He saluted the pirate slightly then made his way out. “Master Jinn and Knight Skywalker will handle the rest, its a reasonable request after all for your information.” He drawled, disappearing out.
Hondo instantly chugged from his bottle then breathed out heavily, looking at the surprised faces of the two Jedi, his lips quirking a tad. “Anyone stupid enough to cross Kenobi, deserves their fate,” The pirate laughed, a tad shakily. “If they know his reputation that is. I know it, Ohnaka won’t cross him.”
“…His reputation?” Qui-Gon tilted his head uncertainly.
“Jedi are feared because of their powers,” Bane croaked from the back, eyes on the tent flaps still. “Kenobi is feared in the underworld… because he doesn’t just have power… he’s feared because he can’t be stopped and if you’re his target… it be better to just give up.”
‘…What the hell is Kenobi.’ Anakin couldn’t help but wonder.
InTuneWiththeForce Contact with the Force should always preferably happen with a serene mind, but Mace Windu can make finding calm and focus even in the middle chaos look easy.
Former theater nerd regales troops with dramatic readings and poignant voice acting. Commander Ponds occasionally roped in as supporting actor.
My contribution for Mace Windu Appreciation Week! Because gentle-force-lift-Jedi definitely needs some more appreciation! I thought it would be a fun idea for Mace to share his passion for theater with his troops during the rare down-times they get. It’s one of the few times they see their general light up with open joy and everyone has a good time. Mace usually reads the classics but he is also surprisingly open to reading the latest, hottest, fanfic written on trooper intranet.
Chewing slowly and thoughtfully as he observed the other, ignoring the sounds of quiet conversations and the click of cutlery on plates, Anakin finally reached out with one of his smaller tentacles and brushed Obi-Wan’s hair out of his face, tucking it behind the others ear as the other gave a startled little noise, blinking at the blond with all three eyes.
“Your hair is getting long, it suits you.” Anakin noted, smiling contently.
Snorting faintly, Obi-Wan set his cutlery down and reached for his wine glass. “I was thinking of having it chopped when we got back to the temple.” He stated a tad wryly, the top of his cheeks notably red as he sipped and Anakin had to fight his own emotions as he noticed the table to the left once more staring at Obi-Wan as he slowly swallowed.
Honestly, when Obi-Wan said he wanted to have some fancier dining, Anakin hadn’t minded it too much.
He was very aware that Obi-Wan quite heartily enjoyed greasy fast food, their trips to Dex with the mountains of food Obi-Wan would sometimes order, being quite revealing in Obi-Wan’s taste.
So if he occasionally wanted to enjoy something a tad fancier, Anakin didn’t mind.
At least Obi-Wan’s definition of fancy was well made food with good ingredient and not fucking gold on food, Anakin never got over his revulsion when rich people did that and he knew Obi-Wan too had a hefty dislike of it.
It was a rather fancy place compared to what Anakin usually preferred. Decorated with what looked like real woods and plants around instead of durasteel and imitation plants or holo projectors, live servers instead of droids and semi shielded tables all around.
It was even mostly full of sentients, sitting in fancy clothes as they dined. On any other day, he might have actually enjoyed the difference compared to Dex Diner.
But seeing people in this restaurant stare at Obi-Wan like they wanted to eat him, instead of their fucking food…
Well, Anakin had the distinct desire to either stab them or throw salt in their eyes. Any eyes he himself was attracting was ignored, he didn’t have eyes for these idiots and the fact that they were mooning at Obi-Wan was frankly pissing Anakin of enough for his tentacles to start shifting in shade.
Something he hadn’t been aware of until Obi-Wan pointed it out, curiously eyeing the grey tentacles turning white as they twitched about. Anakin had to bullshit a bit there, telling Obi-Wan that the it was just all the attention when they were there to eat while being grateful that Obi-Wan no longer got headaches from unexpected eldritch changes.
Not technically a lie, they were being stared of by the clientele of the upper scale restaurant after all.
They all knew who Obi-Wan was, the two Jedi having helped mopping up the insurrection of the planet, a group of dissatisfied outsiders more than anything, and saved the Council of Elders in one fell swoop.
Letting Obi-Wan believe it was because he was annoyed over the attention when he was hungry was easier than letting him know that Anakin was kriffing jealous as fuck and a tad angry the people were being so obvious when Obi-Wan had no interest back.
That and he was a bit terrified that Obi-Wan would return interested if he knew just how much some of these assholes wanted him.
Instead of voicing any of that, Anakin just grinned a tad in response. “I’d rather you didn’t. Never seen you with properly long hair, think you’d look good though but its up to you.” He shrugged absently, absently twirling his fork through the pasta on his plate.
Chuckling faintly, Obi-Wan picked his cutlery back up and cut a nice piece of meat, carefully running it through the sauce. “You like it huh… well, we’ll see. I might keep it, it depends on how much of a hassle it feels like.” He stated a tad thoughtfully.
Anakin couldn’t help but notice that the tips of Obi-Wan’s ears were red too now. ‘…Cute.’
Shrieking loudly in shock as he was lifted of his feet, Obi-Wan would later deny just how loud the sound was, regardless of whatever blasted holo records existed. As it was, he didn’t think about that at all as he was twirled around in the air. “OBI!” A goofy, familiar voice called before Obi-Wan was set down and pulled into a tight hug with a coo.
“Master!” Obi-Wan protested, face burning against the others shoulder as he felt the amused attention of every trooper within distance, clearly all of them had seen Anakin treat him like a youngling.
“Why yes, that’s me,” Anakin finally pushed Obi-Wan back enough to look at him, grinning brightly as he flashed blue eyes over his face. “You’re looking decent, hair growing out quite a bit too.” He stated amusedly, reaching up to playfully tug on some of Obi-Wan’s styled back hair.
Hissing a tad like a cat, Obi-Wan reached up to slap away the others hand, huffing loudly as he stepped back. “Master stop that, I’m not a child.” He complained, trying not to pout.
By the way Anakin was smiling at him in even more amusement, it was clear he was failing.
Honestly, Obi-Wan had known the moment he and Anakin had been paired up for this campaign by the council that this was going to be the outcome.
The other was just too touchy feely and always tended to cuddle Obi-Wan as if he was an oversized teddy.
Not that… well, not that Obi-Wan hated it, not really. It was just a tad embarrassing in public, seeing as they were in the middle of the camp and Commander Cody was right beside him.
Not to mention the clearly amused Captain Rex at Anakin’s side, the blond clone’s brow raised at them.
“You’re an awful child, really,” Anakin sighed playfully, wrapping his arm around Obi-Wan while pulling him along towards the command tent. “Here I am, your master, after weeks and months of distance and all you can do is yell at me.” He playfully pouted and Obi-Wan’s ears burned as he heard a few muffled coughs around the camp.
“Master!” He groaned deeply, covering his face with his hands. He should have kept a better eye on when the Resolute was scheduled to arrive, he knew Anakin was going to be a twat about the entire thing.
“Yes, that is me!” Anakin stated breezily, pulling into the command tent to glance around. “Huh, looks like a good set up. Well done Obi-Wan.” He hummed out.
Coloring even more, grateful for the dark of the tent, Obi-Wan pressed into Anakin’s side. “I can’t take all the credit, Commander Cody and Lieutenant Waxer have been superb help.” He murmured quietly, not wanting to take away from the two despite always loving praise from Anakin.
At the holo display, Waxer puffed up a bit, sending Obi-Wan a short smile and he could feel Cody straighten up behind him at the praise.
Chuckling a tad, Anakin nodded. “Skilled troopers do make it easier but I know you’re skilled too my teeny tiny padawan.” He playfully tugged at Obi-Wan’s hair again, this time going for the hair beneath his right ear.
The place his padawan braid had once been, the braid he had gifted Anakin with.
Obi-Wan grimaced a tad but smiled up at him.
For all that Anakin could be an unbearable twat at times… Obi-Wan was happy he had been paired up with the man. He had missed just holo calling his master. “I’m knight Obi-Wan Kenobi now,” He huffed. “And I’m not tiny.” Obi-Wan grumbled quietly, not really as upset as he pretended.
But then despair hit him as Anakin’s face lit up with unholy glee, the blue light of the terminals and holo display giving him a devilish look. “Hello there not tiny, I’m master.” He crooned evilly.
Gaping at his master, Obi-Wan let out an outraged gasp then shoved the laughing Jedi master away. “MASTER!”
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