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royonninjago · 1 day

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The Ninja's Roles Within the Team

Something I think the various Ninjago shows do really well is the characterizations of each Ninja. If it was bad, then kids wouldn't wanna watch the show or buy the Lego sets to reenact their favorite moment and create new scenarios for the Ninja to go through.

However, for the past few years a problem I've had with the TV show is that some characters feel more... useful than others. Then there are moments when one character is missing, but the team seems to operate just fine without them, and I think that does a real disservice to the characters.

In contrast, take the ATLA episode "Sokka's Master". It's one of my favorites because it separates Sokka, the only non-bender in Team Avatar, from the rest of the team. The episode demonstrates to both us and the rest of Team Avatar why Sokka is essential to their team. Without him, they're bored, can't figure out where they are or where they're headed on a map, and are overall completely directionless. Its like the precursor to those dime a dozen fantasy mangas where the weak member of a dungeon divers gets fired and the rest of the party ends up deeply regretting it.

I want the Ninjago TV show to demonstrate to us why each member is essential to the Ninja Team, and why without one of them the Ninja Team is worse off or have to work twice as hard to compensate.

Dragons Rising had such a good opportunity to explore this, but unfortunately it seems like the biggest problem the Team faces from being separated across the merged realms is lack of manpower and not much else. In lieu of this, here are some of my ideas as to how each character could prove to be essential to the Ninja.

Lloyd - The Leader. This one is definitely the most obvious. He's had a very clear leadership role since he became the Green Ninja, and ever since Wu left this distinction has only gotten more pronounced. However, I do find myself wishing to see a bit more of a dark streak with him. He was originally introduced as an antagonist, and I don't know about y'all but I still find myself enjoying Three Days Grace ever since I played the Halo 3 campaign at a friend's house while listening to AMVs of their songs.

Kai - The Weapon Master. Although there was never anything to support this, I always thought that Kai made the weapons that the Ninja used in the pilots. He is a blacksmith, after all. I think it would be cool if this aspect was more leaned into and not only make him the guy that creates all the swords and throwing stars and whatever other simple weapons the Ninja use, but to also be the best one at using those weapons. A sword is obviously his go to, but put any kind of simple weapon in his hands and I think he'd be able to use it very well. Imagine how much cooler it would have been in season 11 if Kai managed to defeat Aspheera's sheer power with his incredible swordsmanship skills. It'd certainly tie into his arc that season much better than what we actually got.

Jay - The Scout. Remember that scene in the pilots where the Skulkin cars were trying to reach 88 mph or whatever and Jay was gaining on them just by running? The writers sure don't! Though in all seriousness, whenever the Ninja need to learn a new technique to do something, Jay always picks up on it really quickly. First to perform Spinjitzu and summon his Golden Weapon Vehicle, second to unlock his true potential, third to summon his Elemental Dragon, he managed to surprise Ronin when practicing Airjitzu, not to mention his laundry list of hobbies. If they really leaned into his speed, combining that with his skills as a Ninja would make him perfect for running ahead and reporting back on the enemy forces. In my own little world, I like to imagine him as a PG version of the Scout from TF2 (Jay even had a slight Boston accent in the pilots!).

Cole - The Muscle. This one is also fairly obvious due to Cole's signature Earth Punch, but I feel as though it should be noticed more when he's not around, especially in Master of the Mountain. If I'm remembering correctly, they don't fully acknowledge his absence until they're locked up in the Vengestone cage about to be executed. If I regularly hung out with a dude that could lift a car over his head, I'd be lamenting about his absence whenever I needed to lift a heavy box.

Zane - The Information Officer. Another obvious one, but in this case I feel as though they lean a bit too heavily into it. Yes, he's a robot and yes, it's his job to know things, but I want to see his more dorky and silly side from time to time. Give us more Zane following a bird because it danced and him just chilling (literally) in the fridge at midnight for no reason type of stuff. After all, his greatest fear is losing his humanity.

Nya - The Strategist. I feel as though on a 'don't judge a fish by it's ability to climb a tree' level, Nya is just as smart as Zane. Due to his physiology, Zane can hold much more raw information many times over Nya, but I feel as though Nya is much better at putting that information to use. Going back to Master of the Mountain (I realize I'm referencing it a lot, its still fresh in my mind), when Kai and Zane were lost, they relied entirely on the raw data from Zane's internal compass, and because of that they got lost and had to rely on Geckles capturing them to reach their settlement. On the other hand, when Lloyd, Jay, and Nya were lost, Nya was able to determine the location of the Munce settlement by searching for signs of life and finding footprints. Also, I think this characterization fits the Master of Water really well considering water adapts to whatever environment it resides in.

The new Ninja from Dragons Rising are still very inexperienced and still haven't really found their grooves within the team, but I'm still gonna try and analyze them here.

Arin - ???. Right now, Arin's main skills are his unique Spinjitzu skills and his talent with a grappling hook. Its still so early in his Ninja training that he hasn't really carved out a distinct role for himself, though I hope this changes as time goes on. Not too long ago I proposed a cool idea for his future if any of y'all wanna take a look at that here.

Sora - The Technical Specialist. While I don't enjoy the idea of PIXAL being replaced as the Ninja's primary vehicle builder, with Sora being the Elemental Master of Tech it seems very possible that this is where things are headed. Instead of that, I think it better for her to either focus on using her skills in the field or to specialize in Mechs. Both of these ideas come from the Elemental Mech mini-series. I thought the idea of switching up parts on a mech in the middle of a battle to be a fun concept and one giving credence to her being a Field Tech, and whenever she uses her Elemental Powers its for the purpose of creating or altering or fixing a mech about half of the time.

Wyldfyre - The Dragon Expert. Even before the Merge, the Ninja encountered Dragons a lot. Now that there are dragons seemingly everywhere, Wyldfyre seems like the perfect liaison for communicating with these dragons, assuming she can learn to cool off when its needed. She also seems to know a good amount about dragons, considering that she was easily able to identify the Wasting Sickness and make a soup to help ease the pain it caused. There's still a lot she needs to learn before anyone can consider her an expert, but with her love of dragons and the belief that she is one, I think she'd be more than willing to learn.

And there you have it. If you have any ideas or head cannons or questions surrounding this topic, I'd love to hear them!

#lego ninjago #lego ninjago dragons rising #ninjago #ninjago kai #ninjago jay #ninjago zane #ninjago cole #ninjago lloyd #ninjago nya #ninjago arin #ninjago sora #ninjago wyldfyre #dragons rising

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ballin-and-cant-get-up · 2 years

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MK Intros - Take This Seriously

Request - Would you be able to do any character you want with a avatar! Y/N ? Like Aang or Korra :) I really enjoy your writing!!

Masterlist

(Y/n) will be a native earth bender because that is the next nation in the cycle

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Korra:

(Y/n): How did you balance being the Avatar and having a life?

Korra: That’s the cool part. You don’t.

(Y/n): What? -_-

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Korra: I am the best there is.

(Y/n): Oh really? How come I can only connect to you?

Korra: . . .

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(Y/n): Fuck off!

Korra: I said I was sorry!

(Y/n): You also said you were a good mentor!

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Korra: Air’s is pretty tough. Don’t worry, you’ll-

(Y/n): Actually, it’s water for me.

Korra: Oh. I can work with that.

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Cetrion:

(Y/n): I only wish I could have learned from him.

Cetrion: And what element did this “Sokka” bend?

(Y/n): Backs.

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Cetrion: Only the Gods can control the elements.

(Y/n): Quake, Sub-Zero, Liu Kang, Scorpion, Rain...Me. The list goes on.

Cetrion: Insolent wretch!

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(Y/n): But why not?

Cetrion: Only Kronika can control time.

(Y/n): Bitch, I’ll have it mastered by breakfast.

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Cetrion: Return what is mine.

(Y/n): Nah. I was able to bend the stone in your weird halo thing. It’s mine now.

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Raiden:

(Y/n): Come on! Just once? Please !?

Raiden: A bolt from me would obliterate you.

(Y/n): I need practice redirecting, and waiting for thunderstorms is boring.

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Raiden: Greetings, (Y/n) (L/n). Welcome to the sky temple.

(Y/n): Can we meet somewhere a little closer to the ground next time?

Raiden: No.

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(Y/n): Wait, there are blood benders here too?!

Raiden: Scarlet’s Blood Magic is far more dangerous.

(Y/n): Fuck me!

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Raiden: We are not the same.

(Y/n): I’ve got lightning hands; you’ve got lightning hands. I don’t see the difference.

Raiden: I am, as you mortals say, “Built Different.”

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Adult Aang:

(Y/n): I heard you lifted a city once. Can I do that?

Aang: You are only as strong as you allow yourself to be.

(Y/n): Ugh, I heard you were fun.

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Aang: You can’t stop me.

(Y/n): Your reign of terrorizing cabbages it over.

Aang: They shall quake in fear.

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(Y/n): Air Scooter race later?

Aang: You’re on.

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Aang: You’re firebending technique it too aggressive

(Y/n): How do you do it then?

Aang: Let me teach you a little dance.

#mortal kombat 11 #avatar #korra #aang #atla #mk intros #mortal kombat x reader #avatar x reader #korra x reader #aang x reader #Raiden #cetrion

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haveyouheardthisband · 2 months

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#indie rock #slacker rock #indie pop #1990s #usa #poll #Bandcamp

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gender0bender · 1 year

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My Angel Jophiel gender zine is now up on itch.io! link here! There’s a PDF where you can view all the pages, and download a printable version you can fold up yourself. It consists of a front and back cover, and three two page spreads- all painted in watercolour. I’m saving money in preperation of moving out so I have made payment compulsory for this one (it’s $6/£5) and also because I spent many hours working on the paintings. I really appreciate the support!

cws for the zine: nudity including genitilia, and depictions of bleeding wounds in a stigmata-y way.

IDs: A picture of a zine title page that reads “Jophiel” in Russian. The name “Gender Bender” is written at the bottom. The picture on the cover shows two yellow glowing, faceless angels holding hands and facing each other. Their faces are close, and their round yellow halos are joined. They have large purple wings. The background is blue.

The second picture is the back cover of a zine that reads “The angel of beauty Jophiel is referred to as both a man and a woman but has no gender like all angels. All our flesh is Jophiel, capable of being men and woman, both, neither, all our bodies beautiful.” The page is yellow with an orange coloured drawing of a flaming sword held by a hand. ED.

#my zines #zine #zinester #transgender art #trans art #trans zine #trans artist #watercolour #traditional art #my art #zine preview #zine making #zineblr

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therandosfandos · 6 months

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Headcanon number probably 2826373782

After Robot Hell, Bender had three things

Scratch and burn marks all over his body, they're still visible to this day, in the dark they glow like lava burning

Retractable wings because they couldn't get them off, everytime they tried, it just hurt Bender so they made them retractable and cut off access to shape them like plane wings and added jet fuel like a jet pack because Bender didn't like the butterfly design

Also, the halo was HELL to take off, everytime someone touched it, Bender would flinch away and more since it was hooked on his antenna and it burned everyone who tried, they did manage to take it off in the end but his antenna is severely burned

#futurama #bender #i need my bender angst leave me alone #i need to stop #i need to draw this

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poisonheadcrabsalesman · 3 months

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I need to write more women, especially Spartans. You telling me there's big strong women with buzzcuts and scars who know a lot about knives and shit and are almost always covered in gear from head to toe? and they wear baggy cargopants just begging for a carabiner and hankerchief? How are butchlovers not taking over halo right now? Move over Bender, I will romance Kovan the right way.

#who said that #you guys need to talk to more lesbians #crab text

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arisenreborn · 1 month

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tomorrow i'll be brave (ch. 2)

Word Count: 2,045 Characters: Olivia (Arisen), Emrys (Pawn) AO3: (link) Chapter 1

After days of existing in a darkened fog the Pawn remembers nothing of what transpired - none of what was said or done. All that remains is the aftermath, and picking up the pieces.

Distantly, the sounds of battle tugged at the darkness of his mind. Screams and steel echoed dimly, muffled by the shroud of a too-long slumber.

Awareness came like the rain, one drop at a time and all at once. The first thing he saw with any clarity was her face, covered in blood and mud, trickling raindrops clearing paths across her skin. Those piercing blue eyes of hers seemed somehow faded now, eyelids heavy as she looked up at him.

He was on top of her, he realized, straddling her at the hips. Her chest was heaving, body trembling, clothes soaked. Some of these things were familiar, but the context was all wrong. Her clothes were in tatters, and it wasn’t only the rain that soaked them. Where the cloth ripped asunder, terrible wounds bled out.

Frantic, his gaze swept over her, around them, trying to piece together what had happened. His head screamed mercy for each movement he made, feeling for all the world like he’d been on the most gods-forsaken bender and tried to fist-fight a chimera.

Pushing back the clouds in his mind, the town square spread out around them under the gray skies of the night. Bodies, everywhere, scattered and strewn about. Something had plucked them from their homes, or they’d otherwise tried to flee. They hung out of windows, sprawled out across the cobblestones, or had been dropped as if from above over broken stalls.

The utter stillness and silence were deafening, a force against his ears that told him all he needed to know. Death weighed heavy in the air around them, as if it would smother out even a gasp of life.

A griffin? Or perhaps a drake? No… There was almost no real damage to the city's structures, apart from where it appeared the bodies had been violently thrown. And despite the chaos of it all, there was shockingly little blood - whatever had assaulted them didn’t seem to try rending them asunder with tooth or claw.

All except for her. The world spun every time he moved his head, but clarity bloomed around her. She was an absolute mess of claw and bite marks, as if whatever vicious maulings the creature had spared the townsfolk of, it had delivered all to her. More likely she’d put herself in its path, but the death that sprawled out around them suggested her failure, which seemed inconceivable to him.

“Em…” Her voice was a stomach-hollowing rasp, weaker than he’d ever heard anything. Painfully sobering, he felt his insides twist with a nausea unlike any hangover.

Shaking and feeble she lifted a hand towards his face, and he swiftly caught it in his - only to glimpse how red it was. The rain was washing it all away, but he could feel the blood caked under his nails. All thoughts stretched to a stand-still. All feelings bent towards a dawning horror.

Staring at her small hand in his he was suddenly stricken with the faint recognition: This has happened before. Oh, he remembered all-too-well the aftermath, but never the contents of that wretched black fog that filled the space before it. His former master and his beloved, torn to shreds and scattered about their campsite.

For how long had he tried to make sense of it? And for how long now had he tried casting it all away? It had been the origin of all of his unhappiness, the black mark on his soul that left him no better than a broken tool.

“Emrys…” Her voice called him back to this wretched moment in time where he could feel hot tears burning at the corners of his eyes.

Her hair was loose, strewn around her head like a dark halo, smeared with blood. She wasn’t even wearing her armor, just a nightgown, looking for all the world like she must have rushed out of bed. Had they been sleeping when this had all begun?

It was then he realized his own lack of clothing, just his smallclothes and… a lot of blood. Not only hers but his own as well; the slashes of a sword's blade criss-crossed his body, but he barely felt them now - they hardly mattered. Yet he could feel how weak each strike and slash had been; she’d tried to stop him, too reluctant to hurt him as much as he’d hurt her. Damn fool.

No, no. He couldn’t let his thoughts keep spiraling away like this, he had to… He had to? What could he hope to do?

“You’re back…” She smiled, or at least tried to. A hint of her usual light returned to her eyes, as he recognized now with another twist in his gut that what clouded them before had been fear.

Those two words, sounding as though they flowed from a wellspring of relief, damned him. He may not have remembered anything, but he knew too much to deny the bloody truth staring right back at him.

“Stop.” His voice was a grainy croak, throat raw from what felt like days of screaming. “Don’t…”

‘Stop talking, stop wasting your energy on me, stop looking at me like I’m worth a fragment of your affection. Don’t die, don’t die, please don’t die…’

His hands moved over her, scared to actually touch her but desperate to do something. To stop the bleeding, to pass over each wound and leave them without a hint of even a scratch. Damn him and his stubborn refusal to learn a single healing spell.

Her head turned to the side and he stopped short as terror gripped him for a moment. But he could see her eyes searching the faces of the bodies around them, trying to make sense of what had happened, calculating the loss - the immensity of her failure. Biting his cheek he brought his hand to the side of her face, turning her gaze back towards him.

“Hey, look at me, stay with me.”

Tears were spilling down her cheeks, but still she kept trying to smile.

“Hah… As if you could get rid of me.” Some pain deeper than her wounds seized her, and she wrenched her eyes shut and grit her teeth against a terrible, sobbing sound. “I’m really tired though, Em…”

Let this be only a nightmare, let morning come and the rain wash all of this away.

Such hopes had gotten him little in life he reminded himself, and made his body move.

“It’s okay,” he lied, “I’m going to take you home now.”

There was no telling how far this devastation went, or if the guards would be patrolling the area around their home, but he could scarcely imagine such a catastrophe going unnoticed. The fact there were no weapons aimed at him right now spoke of a more unpleasant reality than he could allow himself to think on just yet.

So he carefully picked Olivia up into his arms and put his feet beneath him. She made small, pained sounds as she was moved, but even now she was trying to muffle her suffering.

He wanted to comfort her, to offer some small, futile words of consolation, but what could his liars tongue possibly offer with so much blood on his hands? Fear gripped him by the throat all the while, silencing his own voice. Instead he strained every sense to the sole purpose of listening to her breathing; it was slow and a little uneven, occasionally broken by a stifled sob or groan, but for a blessing never faltered.

The ambling walk home went by in a haze. The bodies never seemed to stop, familiar faces staring up at him from the ground where they lay, rain blurring their features. A guard laid sprawled on the steps up to the noble quarter, as if in answer to the question he didn’t want to ask.

Within the familiar walls of her small estate the pattering of the rain against the roof and windows seemed almost peaceful. With the door shut behind him he could for just a moment close his eyes and believe it was another simple, stormy night.

Only a moment though, before he hastened to their room and put her in their tousled bed. In a feverish blur he sought out potions, bandages, clean water and towels. He may not have been a chirurgeon but he’d been around long enough to know a thing or two about cleaning wounds, and that had to count for something.

He took only enough time for himself to make sure he was effectively clean before tending to her, and abandoning his blood-stained skivvies for some simple trousers that had been laying on the floor.

It was alarmingly easy to pull off the remaining tatters of her nightgown, but there came some relief to find most of her wounds looked more grave than they were. Only a few cut deep, and to his great relief none struck anywhere vital. The amount of blood loss from the sheer amount of cuts was the more concerning thing, but few of the injuries continued to bleed anymore.

She was cold though, both from the rain and her loss of blood, and he took as much care drying her off and bundling her up as he had dressing her wounds. Then he quickly stoked the dwindled embers in the fireplace before returning to her side.

Throughout all of it she dozed off and on, murmuring and moaning, making sounds that tried and failed to be words. He shushed her gently and did his best to soothe her, but all the while his voice trembled as much as his hands.

When she finally fell into a less fitful slumber he remained hovering at her side to make sure her condition didn’t deteriorate, and constantly checking her over for any injury he might have missed. He pinned every thread of thought and awareness to her, less he started wandering the dark roads of pondering what had happened.

Yet one part he couldn’t wrap his mind around was the look of the wounds she bore. He’d traced his fingers alongside three long claw marks around the side of her waist that couldn’t have possibly come from his hands if he’d tried. But for some reason he couldn’t shake the sureness of his sin, the certainty that the smell of her blood had been a match to that which had been caked beneath his fingernails.

In the end he could do nothing but wait for her to wake and give him the true account of things. He dreaded it far worse than he could remember dreading anything in his life before. Even more than he’d dreaded the thought of being called and commanded by another Arisen. Perhaps this was why. Perhaps he would always be a broken pawn who could only bring suffering to his master.

The minutes dragged into hours, and the rain eased to a soft drizzle as the sounds of thunder grew distant. Sitting at her side he clasped her hand in his, ‘to gauge her temperature’, he told himself, but he was too afraid to squeeze it tight or let it go.

Whatever other fears plagued him, he dreaded even more the idea that somewhere in the long hours of this night she might slip away from him to places he could never find her again.

“I’m sorry.” The words aching in his chest echoed in her voice. There was a clearness in her voice that relieved him, and looking at her it matched the focus in her eyes. Exhaustion yet clung to her features, but she was far from the confusion and stupor from earlier.

His mouth moved but words failed him. What could he possibly say? Why was she apologizing to him? He wasn’t sure if that was just her being foolish, or delirious, or if there was something else he was forgetting. Though if he had to bet, the options were already ordered from most-to-least likely.

But before he could fathom up a response, or she could relieve him with even a single other word of explanation, Olivia’s eyes fluttered shut once more. Her breathing fell into an easy, familiar rhythm that ought to have soothed him, if not for the company of his wretched thoughts.

#dragon's dogma 2 #dd2 #arisen x pawn #crow's writing.#oc: olivia #oc: emrys #fic: tomorrow i'll be brave

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mirrorsblogs · 1 year

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𝐀 𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐊. 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙗𝙪𝙮𝙖 𝙖𝙧𝙘, 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜.

𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩!

The morning was always tiresome for you. There was rarely a reprieve as first your alarm annoyed you then reminders for the day then emails till you got so overwhelmed that you just turned off your phone. Groggily you picked yourself up before soon realizing your upper half was anchored into place.

To your side Nanami groaned slightly and tightened his hold on your body. You tried to push his hand away but to no avail.

“Kento you have to let me go.” From this view you had on his face he smirked and pulled you even closer.

“Do I?” The lilt in his voice made you laugh in the morning, a rare sight. “But I don’t think I want to.”

His voice was gruff from not being used for a while and it made you blush heavily.

“I have to head to work and I could miss the train!” You whined in an effort to lessen his hold on you but it did nothing.

“Sleep in, I can drive you.” His lips kissed slightly on your neck before moving to your cheek then to your lips.

“Mmm let me brush my teeth.”

“‘s fine.” His voice muffled slightly. You smiled and leaned in to connect your lips.

“Fine but we should get going soon otherwise we’re going to hit traffic.”

He did not respond but instead got up and walked to the bathroom quietly. Strange, you thought.

“You ok?” The worry in your voice was apparent as you made your way into the bathroom behind him.

“I just have a weird feeling about today.” You watch from the side as he slathers some shaving cream on his face.

“Maybe somebody will fender bender us.” Both of you had been praying for that since you wanted someone to pay for all the damage already incurred to your car.

“Maybe.” He was uncharacteristically silent again and focused on shaving his face. You sighed and began your own morning routine.

After thirty minutes both of you were ready for work.

“Why’re you dressed up like that?” Nanami pointed at your halo and wings that accompanied your usual work outfit.

“It’s a Halloween work party thing. Best outfit gets a gift card to that new coffee place near my work.”

“I forgot it was Halloween.” You smiled and handed him his usual weapon of choice.

“Don’t worry I’m sure people will just think you’re supposed to be a corporate assassin or something.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” He shook his head and grabbed the keys from their holder. When you both hopped into the car immediately soft jazz started to play. Nanami moved to change the station knowing you hated jazz in the morning but you stopped him.

“No, it's fine. You always like listening to it on car rides anyways.”

“Thanks. Sorry about this morning, I don't know what came over me.”

“Hey it’s ok we all get into those moods.” You placed your hand over his hand that was resting on the console.

“You know I love you right?” You instantly blushed, still not used to hearing those coveted words of affirmation from the man sitting next to you.

“I know. I love you too.” You smiled at him but his face remained on the road. The car ride was silent until Nanami’s phone pinged.

“That bastard.” Nanami continued to curse at his phone as he veered off your usual commute. “Gojo needs me to pick up Itadori. Do you mind?”

“No no. I think it’s endearing to see you take care of someone.”

“He’s just a student. I shouldn’t get attached anyways.” You did not comment on knowing that the ensuing conversation would cover all those Nanami had lost.

The car pulled up to the Jujutsu Tech campus and a boy with pink hair quickly hopped into the car.

“Hello Nanamin!”

“Don’t call me that.” His voice was stern but you could see the affection brimming behind his eyes.

“Did you know-” Itadori’s voice was interrupted by Nanami cranking the radio up. You rolled your eyes and turned the radio back down as you saw Itadori’s depressed expression.

“Continue.” Nanami sent you a deadly look but did nothing to comment nor stop you. Itadori continued on and on about his days which you listened intently to.

“So there’s a thing inside you that’s like evil?” You turned around and poked his cheek slightly.

“Yeah, exactly.” He swatted your hand away.

“Wanna know more?” A mouth appeared on the side of Itadori’s face which made you crack up even more.

“No thank you.” You said politely but the mouth did not take that for an answer.

“You don’t want to know more about me, really?”

“Itadori-kun.” Nanami looked at him sternly through the rearview mirror. Sukuna was shut up thereafter as Itadori concentrated on keeping him locked away.

You listened to Itadori’s musings and rants for a few more minutes before you arrived at your workplace. Just as you were about to get out, Nanami's phone pinged again.

“We’re heading nearby. If you need anything, call me.”

“Oh where about?” You turned back around to glance back at Nanami.

“Shibuya Train Station.”

#spoiler warning #spoilers in this post #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #nanami kento #nanami x reader #nanami x you #nanami x yn #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x yn #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x yn #nanami foreshadowed angst #nanami angst #foreshadowing of shibuya arc #major character death

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Flake be like those Pokémon that evolve and change little except for one detail! 🤲🏻✨️ MAJESTIC ✨️🤲🏻

evolution stage one: FLAKIE - the baby stage

clothing: silvery, no sparkles. the only thing golden is that beautiful, luscious mop of hair. this flakemon is very loveable and a favorite amongst the fans.

strength: immune to tequila and feet, not harmed by firecrackers, will kick your ass when it comes to a dance battle

weakness: american neon light tubes, knowledge on how to use condoms is very low

overall rating of the flakemon: 9/10

[the flakie's dance moves are very zippy and dangerous. don't come close when he brings on his moves]

evolution stage two: FLAKITO - the mid-stage

clothing: still silvery, but this version of the flakemon has gained lots of sparkles. the golden hair is gone, but his pale skin is exposed more often as a treat.

strength: immune to fire, cooking pots, steel tubs. no sea sickness while riding a boat in the crowd.

weakness: since the innocent looks from his baby days vanished, he is a common and easy target for the tillymon, a very strong and bulky pokémon.

overall rating of the flakemon: 9/10

[boat riding skills 10/10, don't dare to let him fall or he will unleash the tillymon on you]

evolution stage three: FLAKE - the golden goose

clothing: SO VERY GOLDEN. SPARKLY. a true disco ball. this flakemon is instantly recognizable due to his funky look. for even more golden-ness, the flakemon even got himself a golden tooth!

strength: immune to fire and anything that can be associated with it. can't be arsed by anybody. gives not one flying fuck about anything

weakness: he stinky!!! also, the golden outfit tempts the flakemon to give up wearing underwear, resulting in a big OUCH when he catches his pubes in the zipper of his pants

overall rating of the flakemon: 10/10

[the golden goose has become a real fire bender over the years. don't mess with him. he will roast you - in many ways]

SUPER EVOLUTION: THE GOLDEN SUN GOD

[picture by moritz_10000000 on instagram]

clothing: similar to the golden goose, except for his new head gear. is it a sun? is it a halo? is he king kuzco? who knows! [certainly not him]

strength: everything and more

weakness: none

this super evolution of the flakemon will end it all. he has become the master of the damn universe. HE IS THE UNIVERSE. don't question the almighty golden sun god.

overall rating of the flakemon: 1000/10

#this got out of hand #clownposting #schatz #flake lorenz #flakemon #my beautiful mutuals 💛

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