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maxwell-grant · 2 years

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Bingo: Speedwagon

Oh man, I missed the chance to post this on October 16th, Speedwagon's canon birthday! My blunder, everyone, I'm sorry.

Do I even have to say I love Speedwagon? Everyone loves Speedwagon, even people that dislike Part 1 love Speedwagon, and I'm on the record stating Phantom Blood's my favorite part. But yeah, I love Speedwagon, I love the roles he plays, I love what he does for the story and JJBA as a whole.

I love that Speedwagon is a cartoon gangster named after a 70s rock band with a razor-bladed boomerang hat and who walks around saying he can SMELL evil. A dude who gets kicked in the face ONCE and immediately commands an army of thugs from the nastiest street in London to stop, and let the protagonist pass through unharmed, on top of swearing lifelong loyalty to the guy on the spot. A dude who walks into hell with no superpowers to fight off zombies with a giant hammer. a dude who gets Scrooge McDuck-level rich by sheer accident and proceeds to start a foundation that exists to fight evil, in order assist the family of the guy who kicked his face so hard his entire moral character did a 180. A DUDE WHOSE PIPING HOT ABS ARE ENOUGH TO STAVE OFF SUPERNATURAL FROSTING, is a dude who is, comparatively speaking, one of the more normal JoJo characters. Speedwagon sets the tone for the entire series from the get-go, the first intrusion of the "Bizarre" into JoJo's Bizarre Adventure.

I love that Speedwagon is, in a way, the voice of Araki. He follows the role of anime hypeman as the guy who stands in the sidelines narrating everything going on in detail and making sure everyone knows how deeply cool his buddy JoJo is and how deeply evil his enemy Dio is and how much JoJo needs to kick his ass and SAVE US ALL, and he does that better than anyone, but he's also the character most important for Araki to convey points of characterization too. When he looks at the scene where Erina's taking care of Jonathan and drawing attention to her hands, her hands! This fine lady's hands are all cracked and calloused! She must have been tending after JoJo's burns for hours! Why would an ordinary nurse be this devoted?!!! and, just, why would you ever want this kind of information conveyed to you through an ordinary narrator when you can have The Meddlesome Dastardly Interrupting Speedwagon excitedly narrate things to you that you need to know?

Or when Speedwagon quite literally acts as Araki's voice in the text to tell us that Dio's lying through his teeth in using his poor background as an excuse for his evil, and Speedwagon of course exists to provide this contrast because he himself is a dirtbag from the slums and yet, HE KNOWS TRUE EVIL WHEN HE SMELLS IT, or later when Dio's freaking out over the Hamon rose in his eye and Speedwagon pointificates THERE IT IS! HIS CHEAP SOFISTICATION, NOTHING BUT A MASK!, just, man, I live for Speedwagon shittalking Dio like this. This is exactly the kind of character needed to sell the pro-wrestling nonsense of early JoJo to a 2010s irony-poisoned anime audience, sometimes you absolutely need a highly enthusiastic Captain Obvious to narrate and announce these things and make it clear that this is what the series is about and it’s not gonna be tongue-in-cheek about it, this is the completely earnest ridiculousness you signed up for, get with the program.

I love this moment, so much, and what it informs about their dynamic. I do like that Speedwagon is also to show how dramatically the stakes raise upon Dio’s transformation to vampire, where Speedwagon, a big shot criminal who'd given Jonathan a rough time and had been instrumental in taking down Dio, is completely and utterly powerless before him now, but even after seeing Dio rise from the grave and slaughter officers before him, Speedwagon doesn’t bat an eyelid at shooting Dio in the forehead to protect Jonathan, who still couldn’t bring himself to fire at him. I like that Speedwagon does the best he can even while being helpless, whether it’s the aforementioned ab-based cooldown or shouting warnings towards Jonathan or holding off zombies with a giant hammer or, y’know, dedicating the rest of his entire life towards helping raise Jonathan’s son and grandson and establishing a foundation for the purpose of helping fight off supernatural evil and assisting the Joestars even after Speedwagon’s death, even to the point of dying a bachelor at the age of 89. Little things you just do for your buddy, y’know, after he kicks you in the face that hard, and not even hard enough!

Like, the crux of Speedwagon’s entire initial admiration for Jonathan is that, while he was in the process of mugging him and sawing straight through his arm, Jonathan didn’t kick him hard enough to kill him despite being able to! That was enough for Speedwagon to command the ENTIRETY OF OGRE STREET to stop so he could ask Jonathan why (and ALL OF OGRE STREET stops when they hear Speedwagon, not even threatening them, just saying he wouldn’t forgive them if they attempted anything, and honestly that in it’s own already says a ton about the kind of prestige and influence Speedwagon must have had), and upon hearing that Jonathan was worried about Speedwagon’s life and the possibility of upsetting his father (which Speedwagon immediately thinks as naive), upon noticing that this towering nobleman didn’t even hurt his stabby friends too badly either, immediately started calling him friend and decided to help this guy, also partially to make up for slicing open his arm.

This is an incredible introduction to a character, and one that I think implied some pretty fascinating storytelling threads for Speedwagon, even some pretty sad ones, considering Speedwagon’s instant dismissal of Jonathan’s concern for his father, and the fact that all it took for Speedwagon to turn his life around was getting kicked in the face more nicely than he expected to, by someone who could have killed him but chose not to. As funny as it is, it sets up a pretty damn morbid idea of what kindness even looks like to him. More importantly, it helps to set up Jonathan as an archetypal paragon to match Dio’s supreme evil, because Speedwagon starts off a bad guy, but he’s a human bad guy (the first of many JoJo characters to follow the “you beat me up, we’re friends now” shonen school of redemption), one who becomes small and petty by comparison to the greater evil at play, and through contact with Jonathan, Speedwagon finds a better purpose. Even when following Jonathan into hell and meeting horrors beyond anything he could have imagined, even when despair and fear hit him hard, he still throws Jonathan his sword and does what little he can to make a difference, and that little eventually turns into a lot.

I love that Speedwagon, a lowly street thug born into functionally identical circumstances as Dio (and without the 7 years spent as a privileged son of a noble family), who showed up almost specifically to shit over Dio and the idea that his background is an excuse, proceeded to achieve the riches and prestige that Dio backstabbed the Joestars in pursuit of, and used them to become the single greatest force of good in this world. Even decades after his demise, the Speedwagon Foundation is still around, providing ambulances and vehicles and resources and doctors and the means for the Joestars to be helped out and provided for, all the way to Stone Ocean in 2012 with Speedwagon Foundation doctors working around the clock to keep Jotaro Kujo alive, a full 60 years after Speedwagon’s demise.

He wasn’t a Joestar, he wasn’t a supernatural force or able to fight them, and he still stood his ground and pulled his weight to the bitter end and beyond to make the world a better place and make sure his friend didn’t die for nothing. Speedwagon rules, plain and simple. Completely deserves his status as a fan favorite and I’m glad he was never entirely forgotten.

#replies tag #character opinion bingo #jjba #jojo #jojo's bizarre adventure #phantom blood #speedwagon #robert e o speedwagon #hirohiko araki

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fullonfandomindulgence · 2 years

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ive been rewatching avatar the last airbender recently and its real good and theres this tiny little action scene in book 3 episode 5 that i think is pretty amazing considering its like 30 seconds long. so i made some gifs and did some breakdown stuff because theres a lot going on i think

so here it is, starts around 15 minutes into The Beach, the team’s first encounter with combustion man. definitely part of the reason i love this sequence is because its so out of place with what the fire aristocrat teens are doing.

first just the sleeping arrangements. sokka and katara still sleep on mats, tho i think they lost their water tribe sleeping bags when appa was taken. aang always sleeps on the ground, i think because hes a monk. toph sleeps on the ground too, since she feels so at home with the earth.

extremely cute note: momo cuddled up with toph. smth interesting to think about is that whenever toph is on the ground her “eyes are open,” even when shes asleep. does she mind? clearly its helpful here.

anyway im skipping a few shots. the team perceives combustion man.

sokka keeps his sword right next to him, goes for it immediately. sokka loves stuff. but not in like a shallow way, he forms genuine connections with objects. he identifies with them a little! “boomerang guy”

i just think the tone and stakes this sequence communicates is so fucking cool. like aang has to react before anything has actually happened, and even then he only just barely blocks it. like seconds matter in this fight. and how efficiently that idea is communicated!

and then the last shot of that sequence, its hard to tell exactly what aang does here, he throws up this messy earth wall that explodes immediately. it fits well with how toph taught aang to treat earth as an element: if something is coming at you, you need to stay in its way and stop it. everyone is blown back, sort of. keep an eye on toph…

yeah, actually she was just going into a combat roll so she could do this. you can catch her start to somersault at the very end of the last shot. kind of an airbender move to go with the flow like that, right? or maybe thats more water. you can just catch her push off the ground and rotate in the air so she can land in her WIDE STANCE. the ground cracks a little where she digs her feet in. god damn toph is cool. check this too: her eyes are closed. they dont need to be open for her to know where the dude is. finally she makes two big motions at the end there.

the first one pops up a line of sand to give them cover, the second sends a current of earth towards combustion man. neutral jing! early in book 2 king bumi tells aang about neutral jing, the idea that sometimes its useful to do nothing because it gives you time to figure out a plan and act at the right moment. here, despite perceiving the dude first, shes not the first one to attack--but she does do something effective while everyone else is tumbling away.

side note: does that passiveness follow her around a little? like would she maybe tell sokka about her crush on him if she werent so prone to biding her time? i dunno, i cant think of other examples.

feel like there are a lot of moments when toph and aang have sorta this wordless communication. i guess the reason i even notice is toph is all grumpy and sarcastic, so theres tension between the verbal sparring and the seemless physical communication. anyway you can barely see it here, its aang rushing up to take toph’s place and block the explosion with an air current as she rolls away. katara and sokka are still prone! would love to see an aang-toph solo episode thats mostly silent, just the two of them being extremely effective benders together. can you tell i like toph? do i clearly have a fascination w aggressive weird girl characters

speaking of unspoken communication. this is smth i think is cool about avatar and other stories where martial arts are a focus, characters can express their personalities very physically. the way katara creates momentum with her sprint and then stops dead, transferring it to the water, is so fukken cool. i maintain that katara is the most consistently offensive bender on the team at this point--toph is about neutral jing, aang can be evasive, but kataras always got a water whip. side note, they really did give her lower back dimples huh.

i also maintain that katara is the most creative bender on the team given that shes not the avatar. obvs here shes not making octopus arms or ice rafts, but she is iterating on tophs move: she strikes at the guy and she creates a lot of cover, which in this case lasts longer than the sand.

want to acknowledge briefly other stuff going on with avatar, like how it borrows so much from asian cultures but involves so few asian creators or performers, and then how the design of combustion man tries to create an alien/threatening aesthetic with a third eye tattoo…

i think all these things can exist together. concluding tha breakdown, i think the scene is really well-choreographed and clear. i havent said anything about the sound design, theres no music, just peoples footsteps and the extremely good combustion man foley. p impressive imo to stuff all this meaning into such a small amount of time.

#atla #avatar the last airbender #atla spoilers #aang #katara #toph #sokka

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galkyrie · 2 years

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I'm ambushing all my faves with the same 😁 19!

Aaah thank you this is so sweet!

19. If you could write an ideal fic, what would it include?

I'm just gonna go with jaytim because it's my brand at this point but! I have this idea for a fic where Tim, after going through the plan to test where his line is re: Captain Boomerang arc in RR and Bruce's disapproval of him for it, decides that he doesn't need or want Bruce's approval. The man is running around the world testing the people who mourned him instead of letting their grieving stop so he can go fuck himself- Bruce is the disappointment and spent most of his time letting one of them down or trying to make up for doing so without actually acknowledging it.

From there it would go to Tim figuring our what he does want for himself, his dedication to the man shaken even if he believes in the cause.

This would evolve into Tim striking out on his own as a separate entity from the Bats and retiring RR. When he's finding out his own line and how he wants to define himself, he digs further into Bruce's "biggest disappointment" and how he operates.

Jason notices, because of course he does- he's not an amateur. It goes from hostile to threatening to "be my Robin" slowly, and by the time Jason's there tims like "no- stop being Red Hood and we'll be something new together"

I'd want to explore the idea of legacy as a shackle that they both find a way to escape with each other, two boys brought into the orbit of a self destructive and grieving man and used as a balm for his cracked pieces finding healing with the least likely source.

I don't know if it'd include a long and slow process of them reconciling with the rest of the Bats, but it would be possible! I like the idea of Bruce's biggest failure and his most loyal protege demanding change from him and accepting nothing less, whether or not this iteration of Bruce is capable or willing.

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comm-caribou · 1 year

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Chapter Sixteen: Pain that Lingers:

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Anxiety, PTSD (let me know if I missed any!)

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“Breathe.”

The party was dying down, Senators were being escorted out. Not a single one was even looking up to the outdoor balcony where Juliette leaned over a ledge, forcing herself to take deep breaths.

“It’s okay,” the trooper said, “focus on my voice and no one else’s. Do you feel the railing? What’s its texture?”

She ran her hand over the rough stone, letting out a shaky breath, “coarse.”

“Good,” he said softly, “now look out to Coruscant, what do you see?”

She lifted her blurry gaze.

The speeders whizzed by at high speeds, the buildings glimmering from the illuminated signs, the height making everyone walking around look small.

“Lights.” She dropped her shoulders.

“Feeling more grounded now?”

“Yes.” She looked up to the sky, “a shame there’s not a single star.”

“Too bright here for them,” he grumbled. “I do know a few good spots where they’re still visible.”

“There you are, Juliette. The Senator from Kamino nabbed me for over a hour.” The door clicked shut behind Hardwire, “hey, Fox.”

Juliette turned her head, seeing the Coruscant Commander standing beside her, armored from his head to his toe. He had been looking at her, maybe the whole time and she was just now noticing.

He turned his gaze to Hardwire, “you mean Senator Burtoni? Isn’t she something else?”

“If I get dragged to another one of these, I am staying close to my General,” Hardwire went to her other side, “where did you go?”

Juliette blinked, “uh… I don’t quite remember.”

“She had a panic attack,” Fox said quietly, “I took her out here before anyone could see it.”

“A panic attack?” Hardwire turned to her, “are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she watched the speeders, “it’s not the first one.”

“What do you mean?” Hardwire took her hand, “how long has this been happening?”

“Since…” she paused, “I don’t think I can tell you right now. Not in front of… outsiders.”

Fox straightened up, “I’ll call you two a cab.”

Hardwire nodded, then turned her to him, “you don’t have to worry about Fox, he respects us too much to share our secrets.”

Juliette glanced at Fox, “still…”

I rather not look totally pathetic in front of him.

Hardwire turned her head back to him, “focus on me. Since when have you been getting these panic attacks?“

“Since after Fang died,” she said lowly, “the first one I remember was during the leave.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Hardwire asked, “does Boomerang know?”

“He knows,” she thought for a minute, “I think.”

“Juliette,” Hardwire sighed. “You should really talk to him about this.”

She nodded, I wish I didn’t have to talk about it at all.

Fox came back over, “Thire says your cab arrived. Tab is being billed to the Republic, so don’t worry about paying.”

“Thank you, Fox,” Hardwire took her hand, “come on, Juliette.”

Juliette kept her gaze down, muttering a thanks to Fox. In return, he brushed her hand with his own.

****

Once out of the cab, Hardwire took off his jacket and gave it to Juliette to wear over her shoulders.

The ride back to the barracks was quiet.

Since the moment Thire helped her into the backseat, she had been staring out the window without a word.

After waving the cab off, she looked up at Hardwire. Her eyes watered as she wrapped herself in the jacket.

“Juliette,” he hugged her in his arms, “I’m so sorry.”

“Please don’t die,” she cried on his chest, “I don’t to lose anymore of you.”

“I’m not going to leave you,” he rubbed her back. “Like I’ve promised a billion times, I’m here with you for the long run. That’s why I had Cooper pushing for only relief missions.”

She looked up at him, “I thought you wanted to be in the battlefields.”

“You need a break, one longer than what our leave provides us with,” Hardwire kissed her forehead, “you need to grieve first, and we all know the Republic won’t give it to you. So, we can push this for a month, then we’ll be urged back into the battle zones.”

She cracked a smile, “you’re the best Commander I could ever ask for.”

“I try to be,” he squeezed his arm around her, “now, let me get you back to your quarters. You don’t want to be sleeping in the barracks.”

“What’s wrong with your barracks?” Juliette cracked a smile.

“Ours on the ship are great,” Hardwire laughed, “these ones, not so much.”

****

“Get that light out of my eye,” Mirage swatted Boomerang’s hand away.

“Let me finish the exam,” Boomerang muttered, “or I’ll thump you.”

“Do it anyways,” Tracks chuckled.

“It’s so weird to hear your voice again,” Coyote snickered, “I’m glad though.”

“That my voice is weird?” Tracks mused.

“You know what I mean,” Coyote shoved him. “That you’re talking.”

Boomerang made note of his observations, which were surprising but relieving.

“He’s normal,” Boomerang smiled, “whatever this is, removing it has not affected him negatively.”

“Betcha it’s some special gift from the Kaminoans to make us more compliant soldiers,” Mirage traced the scar, now hidden in his hairline like it never happened.

“Probably,” Boomerang went to his microscope, “this thing definitely looks like it could be a biochip.”

The door to the medbay opened, and Boomerang quickly blocked the microscope.

“Sorry,” Shadow tiredly murmured, “didn’t mean to interrupt your chaos meeting.”

“Chaos meeting?” Coyote chuckled.

Shadow rubbed his eyes yawning, “you guys are plotting ways to mess with Cooper.”

“Oh,” Mirage nodded, “yes, that is exactly what this is.”

“Anyways,” Shadow leaned on the doorway, “they’re back, and the Commander wants Boomerang to talk to her.”

“What for?” Boomerang slipped the sample plate off the microscope.

“I guess she had a panic attack,” Shadow shrugged, “I was just told to ask you to go do a check-in.”

Boomerang paused, “she had a panic attack?”

“I guess,” Shadow closed his eyes, “I know he said something about Fox.”

Mirage got up, “come on, vod. I’ll walk you to bed.”

“Maybe you should carry him,” Coyote whispered.

Tracks nodded, getting up as well and exaggerating a yawn as he left.

Mirage scooped Shadow up, throwing him over his shoulder as they walked to the barracks.

“Off we go, little brother,” he said, getting no response back from Shadow.

Coyote paused in the doorway, looking back, “regarding what we were doing earlier, if you need a second test subject.”

“You?” Boomerang asked, “but you know it’s risky.”

“I know,” he shrugged, “but maybe having more test subjects is better than one? I don’t know if that makes sense, but it’s been a few weeks and he’s fine. Functioning better than ever.”

“Well,” Boomerang sighed, “I will consider your offer. For now, I’d like to avoid cutting open more of my brothers’ heads.”

Coyote smirked, then proceeded off to bed.

Boomerang leaned back on the counter, tracing the side of his scalp.

More test subjects… now there’s an idea…

****

Juliette unclipped her hair, dropping pins into a pile on her desk. It wasn’t everyday she got an excuse to dress up, so she was savoring the extra minutes in her dress as she traced her fancy, high bun for metal pins. Slowly and sadly unraveling Mirage’s artwork.

She left her door open, expecting Cosmos to come in to gossip with her about the absurdity of the night. Inviting a General and Commander to a extravagant Senators’ meeting only for the whole night to consist of wine, expensive food, and fancy clothes.

The only Senators that even spoke any sort of politics to her was Senator Organa and Senator Amidala, and that was before Senator Taa interrupted to say dessert was out.

Her stomach rumbled. She was too nervous to even eat in front of them.

“Here,” a ration bar appeared beside her head. “I’ll take care of your hair, you eat.”

She took the ration bar, “I was expecting Cosmos.”

Boomerang chuckled, “now how’d you know it was me?“

“You have a ‘I’m-the-medic-you-listen-to-me’ tone,” she reluctantly bit down. “These things are gross.”

“You get use to it,” he began sifting through her hair. “I won’t dance around it, Juliette. I’ve been informed you had another panic attack.”

“I was just stressed,” she said, “nothing to worry about.”

“Was it as bad as Vixnix?” He picked up her hairbrush.

“Not really,” she sighed, “Fox whisked me off outside for air and helped me ground myself.”

“Did it work?” Boomerang ran the brush through her hair, “I don’t think my mantras were much help.”

“It did,” she smiled, “he took me to quiet spot, and told me to focus on what I was feeling and seeing.”

“Ah,” Boomerang nodded, “noted for next time. I already added Fury’s secrets to my arson.”

“I don’t want there to be a next time,” Juliette groaned, leaning back in her chair.

Boomerang knelt down, “I don’t either, but you’ve gone through a lot of trauma with all this death. Even we aren’t strong enough to handle all this war throws at us.”

She touched her necklace, “I wish I could handle it.”

Boomerang sighed, “but it means you’re still a person.”

Juliette turned to him, “thank you, Boomerang.”

“You’re welcome, Princess,” he got up.

“Princess?” She giggled.

“Dressed like that,” he gestured to her gown, “it’s what you are. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, my sweet medic,” she smiled.

He grinned, “awe, you.”

He shut the door behind him, and she was back to being alone with her thoughts.

Picking up her mirror, she concluded it was time to remove the dress and the makeup. Being dolled up like a princess was now over.

As she rose, her holocomm lit up with a call from the Coruscant Prison.

Curiously, she sat down, wondering who could call her this late from prison. She knew no one in jail, or on Coruscant.

Perhaps they’re an old friend of buir’s? Hoping he’ll bail them out of trouble. Thinking his naive little daughter will pass along the message or stupidly do it for him. I hope they’re prepared for disappointment, because it’s only me now.

She sighed, and hit answer.

The blue hologram showed a desk, and a clone sitting at it doing his paperwork. His area of work was organized, minus the half empty cups of caf in one corner.

He, however, looked disheveled and tired. Graying temples, a scar over his eyebrow, in desperate need of a shave.

Is that…?

Tiredly, he said, “just wanted to check in with you. How are you doing now, Juliette?”

…Fox?

#caribou stories #caribou ocs #952nd #star wars #star wars the clone wars #juliette trix #commander hardwire #arc trooper mirage #boomerang #coyote #tracks #arc trooper shadow

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joytraveler · 1 year

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55. Kaveman

A side-scroller featuring a caveman (naturally) who swings a club. At first it's very simplistic and repetitive, just walking to the right and smashing small enemies. Then you recover a stone knife, and new pathways start to open up; it's a prehistoric Metroidvania!

"Not a lot to say about this one except FEATHERED DINOS?" Indeed, looks like the designers did their research! Sort of. Feathers on the therapods, sauropods too. Feathered bugs? Feathered plant creatures?!

HNV: They looked up whether to put feathers on the dinosaurs, but not whether to put dinosaurs in the game!

"I'm just so used to dinosaurs in caveman games I don't even bat an eye anymore. Look there's a smilodon, are you happy now, Mr. Science-Face?"

"A feathered smilodon. I want one. You do too, don't lie!"

HNV: Yes... *grouse* Pink punk feathered mohawk on a saber cat is rad, I admit it.

"It can throw its mohawk like a boomerang! You can't prove they didn't!" It's a boss and the hardest yet, especially when it starts leaping around and shooting its own teeth out as well! "It's easiest to just crouch in the corner and spam the Torch, that does the most damage.”

Every boss you defeat yields a new weapon (this one provides a powerful atlatl) and something else, a piece of metal or wood, that gets lumped onto your subscreen somewhere. The Kaveman appears to be building something!

It's hard to tell what it is, until Bea defeats the next boss (a giant Terror Bird) and wins a sling and... what is very clearly, with no allowances made for copyright, the Flux Capacitor.

"GREAT SCOTT!" she exclaims upon realization. "Not even a major BTTF fan but I will absolutely say that if I have the opportunity."

The final stage is a tower-like mountain where she has to deal with pterosaurs, spiky rocks, howling wind, and the last boss, of course- a made cave-scientist who holds the last part she needs!

Once she defeats him and his robotic feathered T. Rex, the scientist jumps back down the mountain with a cry of: YOU'LL BE SORRY! But there's the power source she needs: finally, Kaveman's time machine is complete!

DueyDecimal: Makes me wonder if the main character is himself a caveman, or a time traveler lost in prehistoric times?

"Perhaps they're two rivals, each trying to return to the present to claim they discovered time travel first? Former friends? Former lovers? The world may never know.. or maybe the ending will explain everything"

Kaveman (for lack of any other name) locks himself into his completed machine, lightning crackles... and suddenly he's in the pyramids of Egypt.

Crack! He's in ancient Greece. Crack! He's in Camelot. CRACK! He's in Hollywood!

"Hollywoo- Oh man he IS gonna be sorry, they're gonna make a movie out of him!"

CRACK! He's... floating in space in the shattered remains of Earth. "....Oh." He looks rather confused... and then an ominous, serpentine, five-headed silhouette rears up behind him.

-THE END?-

"I... I think you forgot to make that left turn at Albuquerq- fFFAAAAA!!"

Klickitat_Street: GREGREGREGREGREG

"GREG GO TO YOUR ROOM! Or go to your game! Scarin’ the royal jelly outta me.." She calms herself with a handful of trail mix. "If you're looking for your dad you just missed him, I believe."

Baconnaise: Kaveman confirmed for canon w/ POP, official prequel

"Like Syrup said, they're probably reusing sprites.. but that one was definitely our old metal friend, no mistake."

aroseahorseboy: did Glem's mom just live on a big piece of world while they waited? berg_snurglar: bea he's crushin on you lol. good luck w/ that HNV: End bosses are probably huge sugar daddies

"Not much planet left was there." She sighs and shrugs. "I dunno, maybe this is a different earth, or another timeline, who knows. I really doubt they thought all this through beyond a few games anyway. But I DO want to hear your headcanon, so fire me a message if you have a theory!"

DueyDecimal: You sorta blew through that, it didn't even take 40 minutes... maybe that's the 'bad end'

#jtnuggets #mar 1 #bea #hnv #dueydecimal #klickitat street #baconnaise #aroseahorseboy #berd

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the-firebird69 · 2 years

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The Invisible Man (2020) Locations - Movies Locations

Barangaroo, sorry son wants to start a new type of travel in where you can go and have your car detailed refueled fluids changed while you're sleeping and I have a robot concierge there that you can access that can get you things to the hotel without you so much as lifting a finger on your device or a hotel phone or anything and a couple other features we can think of you can actually have your car transported and take a helicopter or go to the airport and it offers tickets and find the best rates and purchases them using the credit card you left to the hotel for your e signature or voice signature and it's a normal price hotel it's like 50 to $85 a night depending where and we're going to start it down there and yes we're going to ask the outback to put a mini outback in each one of them and Max says yes I don't know if he owns it but he says yes which means he probably wants to go there all the bedding is always changed of course and the rooms are cleaned immaculate and we cleaned them all at the same time and with robotics and we monitor it and nobody's in the hotel when we're cleaning them and we clean them from a half hour from 11:00 to 11:30 if you rent the hotel for more than one day just you may stay in your room through the time period but we ask that you leave us a half hour to clean the room at and notify the desk when and take your personal effects out you may of course leave clothing and stuff but we require you to take your personal effects out with you your purse your wallet your watch and it is a joy to watch people and we do sanitize it and the HVAC system is top rate and it is a laser sanitization system or you may crack a window depending and we recommend the sanitized air because it is 30% fresh air and it's not recirculated except for well 30% is what is in it all the time we dehumidify it and everything this is clean as a clean room people say we have a couple up and running in Australia you can book from anywhere you can go from the hotel there avoid helicopter it was funny or you can land a fly car and we have landing area and a and we have taxis that go from it to the hotel it's a secure a lot and it does have a camera you can access a lot of people like might like it it's a great idea it sounds like boomerang but it's not it's a town that's in Australia it has a smoothie in it tonight or John goes after Ellie trying to get the letter Jesus Christ it's like The Scarlet letter he says some people call it it has the A on it it means a lot more than just his last name so people want to see what it says how it's written and so forth a lot of people might be disappointed some people might see some sort of code in it

Thor Freya

We're down there buying hotels like mad cuz people want to stay there tonight well now it's today I'm going to renovate like 50,000 hotels right now if robots doing all the work it's a huge job giant giant numbers of people are doing it huge numbers and we have several people who want one of those in the city is it's New York Los Angeles San Francisco San Diego Houston and New Mexico wants one and a whole bunch of cities in Atlanta and where asking them where and actually it's a the Town council who wants it City councils and we're talking to people all over the world and they want these places and we're asking for locations no we're telling them where like hotels that are about the right size and we just add a building or two to our Best Westerns and things and usually the defunct ones that we can talk about and they said okay so we pick a few and we tell them how it works and we're going ahead and do you and this is associated with him yes that's all they ask so we're installing them now we have all sorts of rental stuff in the at the airport now and they want the bikes there to rent the bikes and we said wow that's crazy man and then sunset there's a few places the bike rental like that would be great and we probably haven't done it yet like Bermuda Australia New Zealand and Hawaii and of course right here and siesta key and saint Armand.

Now I saw the cops arresting and I know this is serious cuz he's an idiot he's not on either side and everyone doesn't like him and they're going after him and he's been doing this for years now he's caught and he's going from side to side and people are hitting him and I don't really near him cuz I'm Ellie today he provoked him a lot he just sat there looking at him I think it's a nut job cuz he is I saw him called the cops and I thought the idiot did and he did needs walking towards him and he heard the cops on the phone saying this is the sheriff and he backed off why I said is he's pretty cunning and he's starting to figure it out just to keep the stupid a****** away from him he's going to be doing that stuff can you imagine it all this in the balance and this moron it's selling a future out just to go around harassing him it doesn't really help us and we looked at it and it doesn't it doesn't help us at all some kind of pissed off because he keeps doing it and doing it and doing it and doing it and it doesn't do anything and everybody's yelling at him and they a****** won't back off and I can hear him saying you are right on because this this is terrible and I noticed something too he sits there and says all this s*** in space tons of stuff we were blaming his people for he's having said he's a nutcase Ellie says and I get the program we're going to have to possibly do it because of what he's doing I mean there's what else can we do it would work but you know maybe in a while a few days next Tuesday

Ellie says

It's going to block him off and tell him apart because it's such a jerk and we're taking him down he's all over the place doing these acts everybody moves in takes us part and they wreck the thing and we're going to sue him too we got lawsuits that are issuing now and there's tons of them okay and they're real my son's name on them yeah.

He goes to this movie tonight John Gallagher he gets arrested in Australia several times and he gets put on trial today for espionage and he's getting sued there too by a bunch of people and they want him down and is there to investigate the comet Empire ship and people don't want him investigating it and talking about it and inspiring others. He goes there and you can hear a son saying should go there to get rid of yourself and others that's what happens he just keeps on talking and talking and talking because after some letter that's practically meaningless so I can excuse to be there any parks himself to death with it gets arrested and for stocking attempted murder homicide of other people while he was doing it this police and sheriff said he kills and they put them in jail and he's there for like half a night gets out and tries to run here and he can't and there is an interesting piece of information in that movie as to where he goes next

Thor Freya

It's a clue and a son nailed it there's other people like him they're his people though and it's not nobody from the mission because they're wearing gear and a lot of them get fried partially or fried completely and their outfitted with stuff because they hate him and it's in the movie suicide squad the first one it happens immediately after this movie and he goes over there up there to the upper Midwest and he's trying to steal things and he goes as Will Smith and he gets caught but without the cloak

Bitol and Goddess Wife

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esthcim · 4 years

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Part of me wants to one day draw/paint adult Hope in something akin to Light’s saviour outfit from LR just because of the sheer lack of AU’s there, but let’s be real right now: he couldn’t hack it on the job:

No interest in pitching errant Moogle’s skyward.

No acting skills what-so-ever, even in a fine purple suit on a gold statue.

Would want to explore the desert ruins over helping Fang topple religion.

Alexander would make a heckin’ big chonky Chocobo. And most of all...

Ain’t no back pocket on that feathered skirt for a boomerang.

#Where does the boomerang go? (Crack)#Kuiil voice: I have spoken

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saetoru · 2 years

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tee… ‘m here on behalf of the iida simps and i remember us being promised a drabble, you‘ve been slacking, babe. where is it!!! >:( /j

𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊 | 𝐈𝐈𝐃𝐀 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐀.

you and iida both think the other talks too much, but not for the same reasons. he thinks you have too little regard for what you say and who you say it to, and you think he chatters too much about rules and all those other things you don’t really care for. and maybe iida tenya is a bit of a know it all, and maybe he’s a bit of an entitled and bossy pain that you can’t seem to shake, but he’s also quite sweet when you look under the surface, and perhaps you don’t mind the sound of his voice as much as you think you do.

“that is an absolutely unacceptable outfit to wear in this weather,” he huffs at you, eyebrows scrunching in distaste at your attire. why is your jacket so thin? and where is your scarf? and you’re supposed to be wearing gloves—it’s snowing, anyone responsible enough would know to wear gloves. and clearly, iida is utterly distressed by your clothing choice, but you’re not too thrilled he’s sticking his nose into your business.

“what is it to you, iida?”

“who in their right mind leaves the house dressed like this? it’s snowing,” he emphasizes the last part with a dramatic wave of his hand at the white flecks of snow falling over your heads.

you roll your eyes—because really, iida always points out the obvious, and he always makes a fuss over it too.

“i know it’s snowing,” you grumble. “i can clearly see the snow. it’s piling up on your glasses,” you point out flatly, and instantly, he takes them off his face to dust the snow piling up on the edge of his frames. you catch a glimpse of his dark blue eyes, and they make you still for a second. you dont think you’ve ever noticed how deep of a shade of blue they are, and you also notice that his eyes lashes are long—annoyingly so, and you almost want to rip them out for being so much prettier than your own.

“being so underdressed in this weather could get you sick,” he says sternly, “and then you’ll have to skip on patrols to recover. you could get civilians sick if you show up you know, and—”

you purse your lips at his incessant babbling—he sure does love to hear himself speak. “oh really? wow, that’s a neat little fun fact. thanks for sharing,” you say sarcastically, and he huffs, cheeks puffing up in that little way only iida tenya does when he’s frustrated. or he’s being mouthed off to. or both, like right now, for instance.

you didn’t want to be stuck having to routinely patrol this area of the city with iida, but pro hero work’s not easy. it’s always one thing after another of things you really don’t want to do—but what choice do you have? and more importantly, there’s no way to avoid iida tenya. he’ll find a way right back like a boomerang, and he might as well hit your head while he’s at it, maybe that’ll give you less of a headache than the constant ringing of his voice in your ears.

but you’ve grown accustomed to iida. you’re used to leaving your apartment exactly at 7:35 sharp to meet him on time, he hates tardiness, and he always points it out. you’re used to making sure you offer kids an extra big smile when you talk to them, he insists you’re the face of the youth, and he takes being a role model really seriously. and you’re used to constantly having him nag about one thing or the other, but the odd part is that the longer you know iida, the more you learn to love yourself.

he whips you into shape and brings out the best in you, and he gives you a little push that jump kicks you to give a shove of your own.

“i’m only looking out for you,” he insists, furrowing his brows deeply. but he steps forward, and you can feel the heat radiating off his gloved hands as he hovers his over yours. “your hands are going to get all cracked and dry if you don’t wear gloves,” he holds your hands up to inspect, tutting as he notices a few cracks in your skin already. “see? like this.”

“okay, it’s not that big of a deal,” you roll your eyes, pulling your hands away. you don’t know what this has to do with patrol anymore, and more importantly, you don’t know why your heartbeat is suddenly a little more rapid after his hand touches yours—but you refuse to believe the most logical explanation that comes to mind.

“it is,” he says instantly. “it is to me,” and the words come from his mouth like it’s nothing, like it’s casual, like it’s normal. you swallow deeply and take a step back, not meeting his eyes.

“iida, i got it, okay? i’ll wear a better jacket and winter appropriate accessories for you. you won’t have to do patrol alone—” and suddenly, a heavy jacket is placed on your shoulders, and iida is taking the liberty to take your arms and slide them through the sleeves of his jacket himself. you’re instantly engulfed by the scent of his cologne, woody and warm, with a hint of lavender.

“there, wear that,” he says firmly, leaving you no room to protest. but you’re you, and you protest anyway.

“but what about—”

“i’ll be running around anyway,” he says softly, “it’s kind of my quirk. i won’t get too cold.” and for the first time, iida’s voice isn’t stern or exasperated. it’s gentle, and it’s warm and inviting. you take a step forward, daring to look into his eyes, and they’re staring right back at you with the same hint of fondness you’re trying to fight back. it’s a losing battle in the end.

“thank you,” you say quietly, and you mean it. he nods, and for a moment, he awkwardly shuffles around on the balls of his feet, almost making you giggle—there are times where even iida tenya doesn’t know what more to say.

“well, you’re my partner, and it’s my duty as not only your partner, but a pro hero to look out for others, even if i have to—” iida is cut off abruptly with a soft peck to his lips, and his breath hitches in his throat as he stands stiffly. this time, you really do giggle.

“okay, partner and pro hero iida tenya,” you chuckle amusedly. “are you busy after patrol?”

“uh…no,” he trails off, blush dusting over his cheeks.

“great, you can walk me home then,” you nod, like the plan is set in stone. “so i can return your jacket to you before you leave, of course,” you add. he nods quickly, clearing his throat and looking away.

“r-right, of course. i would be happy to.”

and maybe for once, you want to hear iida talk and talk and talk as he walks you home after your patrol.

lola my love, only for you, here is the iida drabble. even if it pained me id do anything for you. thank you my darling ruth for beta reading

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shadow-and-purgatory · 2 years

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Red Smoke

(read it here on AO3)

word count: 3651

TW: poisoning, illness

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“Heads up!”

As the object flies at him, Twilight’s hand shoots up to grab it. He looks down at the thing in his hand. “Why’re you throwing your boomerang at me?” he asks, slightly amused.

Wind jogs over, eyes wide. “No no, I wasn’t throwing it at you! Or, well, not on purpose! I’m really sorry Twi. Are you okay, I swear I didn’t mean to, I–”

Twilight laughs and places a hand on Wind’s shoulder. “Calm down, Sailor. I know you wouldn’t do it on purpose. But what were you trying to do?”

“Well, there’s a really good looking apple up in that tree,” he points, “but it’s too high up for me to reach it. So I was trying to use the boomerang to… knock it down.” Wind looks at his shoes. “But then there was a cracking sound in the woods, and I started to turn around while I was throwing it, so. I missed.”

Twilight reaches up and picks the apple in question. “Well, it’s probably a good thing you missed. If you’d have hit it, you’d be bruising up a perfectly fine apple.” He offers the fruit to the younger hero.

“Oh.” Wind takes it sheepishly.

“And besides, you really shouldn’t be throwing that in camp.”

Wind nods and looks at his apple. “Right.”

“Hey! You better not be eating fruit while I’m sitting over here cooking!” Wild shouts as he dices carrots.

“Nope!” Wind hides the apple behind his back. “Definitely no fruit over here!”

Wild shoots the sailor a Look. Twilight laughs as he walks over to join his cub.

Sky walks into the clearing with his arms full. He makes a beeline for the fire pit. “Hey, Wild, did you know if these are edible? They smell sweet, and I was wondering if they’d make a good dessert.” He places a bunch of bananas on the ground in front of them.

Wild looks at them. “Those are bananas. And yeah, they’re fine to eat.” His eyes get a bit squinty, and his lips purse. The ranch hand recognizes the expression as the cook’s thinking face.

“What is it?”

“Sky, where did you get these?” Wild stares at the bananas like they’re a puzzle that he doesn’t know the shape of yet.

“Uh… they were sitting on the ground. In the woods.”

Wild picks them up, inspecting them. “This is East Necluda,” he mutters. “The climate’s all wrong for tropical fruit, so… why are you here?” The thoughtful expression deepens. “Unless…” His eyes widen.

“Shit!” He jumps to his feet, carrots flying everywhere. The rest of the Chain are all instantly alert, getting to their feet as well.

“What is it?” Warriors asks, hand going to his sword.

“It’s the Yiga clan, I think they might be close by!”

As if on cue, all around the clearing, members of the Yiga clan appear out of puffs of red clouds.

Those of the Chain whose weapons weren’t already in hand scramble for swords as they fend off their attackers.

Twilight lunges at one, wishing not for the first time that his wolf form wasn’t a secret so that he could transform right here and now. He does a quick headcount, and counts a total of twelve Yiga foot soldiers. Those odds are, while by no means impossible, a definite challenge. As he parries an attack from one of the Yiga clan members, he looks around to see if any of his brothers need help.

Legend and Hyrule fight back to back, each covering the other’s weak points. Sky wields the Master Sword in a sort of cat and mouse fight, with the Yiga clan member attacking from afar with their bow, while Sky tries closing the distance. Wind alternates between using his boomerang to stun his attacker and trading blows with them. Wild seems to be using the same type of bow as the Yiga warrior he’s fighting, with both firing off two arrows at a time. Warriors is fierce as ever, fighting sword against sickle. Four also seems to be holding his own against his opponent, his movements fluid and his reactions quick. Time is fighting three of them at once, and while he’s struggling a bit, the rancher’s seen his mentor in worse scrapes.

As soon as he takes care of his own attacker, he’ll help Time out. He holds off the red clothed assassin, but in some part of his mind, alarm bells are going off. Something’s off. The ambush? No, that’s not it. Are the Yiga fighting differently than usual? No, that’s not it either.

There, boy! He jabs his shield forward as the Yiga darts at him. He can practically hear the voice of the Hero’s Shade –Time’s voice– instructing him, drilling swordsmanship into his head. Once they’re knocked off balance, he slashes, and they fall.

That’s one down, but ten are still standing. Then Twilight freezes. He’d done a headcount at the start of the fight and weren’t there twelve Yiga clan members ambushing them?

He quickly looks around the clearing and counts ten, eleven including the one dead at the Hero of Twilight’s feet.

Where did the twelfth one go?

He scans the clearing, wishing once again that he was in his wolf form while also knowing that his keen sense of smell wouldn’t do him much good with this many footsoldiers.

Behind Time, he sees the movement of something red in the trees.

Twilight’s eyes widen and he breaks into a sprint.

The three footsoldiers that Time is currently fighting don’t seem to be aiming for any of his vital organs. The way they’re moving seems strangely familiar to Twilight. Then the rancher recognizes it as a more aggressive version of the way he’d corral goats back in Ordon village. They’re forcing him back, herding him towards the footsoldier in the trees.

No.

Once they manage to get Time close enough, the footsoldier behind him grabs Twilight’s mentor and clamps a thick cloth over his nose and mouth.

No no no, almost there, almost there.

They raise their free hand, a motion Twilight recognizes as a sign they’re about to vanish.

Please no, please, Ordonna, Hylia, whoever, please don’t do this to me, please.

Twilight reaches them and manages to grab onto Time’s hand just before the red cloud can envelop him, and all three of them teleport away. He starts hacking and coughing as whatever this cloud is made of fills his mouth and throat.

It’s not just that the powder coating the inside of his throat tastes bad. “Bad” wasn’t a strong enough word to describe a substance that tasted like someone had taken resentment, festering wounds, and detestation, and then ground them all up into a fine powder.

Twilight manages to spit some of it out shortly before the powder clears and he falls to the ground. He inhales sharply. His eyes are watering, but he looks around, trying to get a feel for his surroundings.

The room he’s in is large, and roughly made. A table sits in one corner of the room, covered in papers and stacks of books. The walls are canvas, and the floor is dirt. Probably a temporary base, then.

Time’s good eye widens. “Pup?”

The footsoldier, who was in the process of tying Time’s hands, makes a noise of surprise when they see him. “What the–” They fall silent as a larger, burlier soldier enters the room. Probably a Yiga blademaster, based on what Wild had told him.

“You were only supposed to bring the Hero of Time,” the blademaster says. He points at Twilight. “What is this?”

The footsoldier stands up straighter. “We apprehended the Hero of Time. That one must have grabbed on before we teleported.” They sound nervous.

There’s a ringing in Twilight’s ears, and even though he can feel the dirt under his hands, the ground looks so far away. He must still be disoriented from the teleport. He shakes his head to try and clear it. Pull it together. Time needs you.

“No face coverings, I assume?”

“No, none.”

“Hm. Well, I suppose that so long as the Hero of Time is here, it doesn’t really matter. We can just dispose of the spare later. Leave him for now.”

Time struggles against his captor. “You touch a single hair on that boy’s head, and I swear, none of the goddesses will be able to protect you from what I’ll do!”

The blademaster turns to look at the older hero. His head tilts, and he sounds amused. “Your concern for your descendant is almost admirable.”

“How do you know anything about that?”

The blademaster continues as if Time hadn’t spoken. “But it’s also misguided. The object of our mission was you, Hero of Time.” He takes a step closer. He’s right next to them, looking down. Everything still smells like that goddess-damned powder, but Twilight catches the faintest hint of banana when he approaches, which only makes the smell worse. He crouches in front of Time. “You should worry more for your own fate.”

The old man glares at the masked face. “Yeah? And why did you want me, specifically?”

The blademaster stands. He walks over to the table. “Do you have any idea how surprising it was to find more than one of you heroes? Much less nine. I mean, really.” He sounds almost reproachful. “One hero is already too many.” He gestures to the walls, which are covered in maps. “So naturally, we look into it, and do you know what we learn, Hero?” The Yiga soldier looks back at them.

Time doesn’t respond.

“As it turns out, all of you are heroes from long ago! So we decided to do some digging.” He sighs. “You really can’t imagine how difficult it is to find records on the Distant Past. But we managed.” The blademaster holds up a book and taps the cover. “Most of it’s just whispers and old stories by now. There was a lot of going through old stories, digging up forgotten history books. And we learned quite a bit about some of you, and all your ‘heroic’ battles with Ganon.” He sets the book aside, and again stands in front of them.

“Is there a point to all this?” Twilight hears Time ask. Why hasn’t his head cleared yet? He manages to sit up.

“Yes.”

“So how about we skip to that part?”

The blademaster sighs. “You are very eager to arrive at your demise. The most notable thing we found was the Hero of Time. You. And you are the one responsible for the Demon King, the great Ganondorf, being sealed away. If you’d never done that, then Ganondorf’s power never would have fallen! The Hylian Royal Family would have been wiped out!”

“So this is revenge?”

“Well, a bit. But it’s a bit more than that.” He draws his sword. “See, we had a thought. If there were no Hero of Time, then Ganondorf would never have been sealed away. So, to rewrite history and prevent your meddling… we are going to kill you, Hero of Time.” The sword’s point goes to rest at Time’s throat.

Twilight’s heart leaps into his throat. His hand tightens on his sword, and he leaps to his feet. The blademaster is clearly surprised, because Twilight manages to knock the two-handed cleaver out of his grasp before cutting the ropes binding Time’s hands. “Like hell you are,” he snarls, breathing heavily.

Time draws his own sword. “You okay there, Pup? You were looking a little pale.”

“I’m fine, old man. We need to focus on getting out of here.” And it’s true. He still feels lightheaded, and his tongue is heavy in his mouth, but he’s fine to fight.

“Right.”

The blademaster whistles, and in a puff of that foul smelling powder that makes Twilight gag, there’s half a dozen Yiga footsoldiers surrounding them.

It’s chaos, but the chaos of battle is a sort of mayhem that Twilight knows. Vertical slash. Horizontal slice. Stab. Shield attack. Parry. Dodge. Another one just appeared. Spin attack. Twilight and Time fight like a well oiled machine, managing to cover each other. They both take some hits, but in the end, the two heroes stand over two dozen Yiga soldiers, breathing hard.

Twilight has a deep gash on one of his arms, but he sees the blood staining Time’s leg and his eyes widen. “Your leg okay, Time?” His voice sounds far away in his own head and he stumbles as he makes his way over to check on the older hero.

Time takes a step and winces, hissing. “The big guy got me pretty bad.” He laughs. “I don’t think I’ll be running any marathons any time soon.”

Why does Time’s voice sound so weird? Twilight offers his uninjured arm. “Lean on me,” he says.

Time smiles. “Yeah. Thank you Pup.” He takes Twilight’s arm. Twilight slashes at the canvas walls, and the pair stumble out into the cool night air.

They’re on some mountain. Below them, Twilight can see a forest, though he has no way of knowing whether it’s the same forest that they’d been ambushed in. They could be on the other side of Hyrule and he’d have no way of knowing it. Still, the forest provides more cover than an enemy outpost on a mountain. They get moving. His fingers and toes tingle a bit, like they’re on pins and needles. The old man’s weight must be getting to him.

“That sure was something, huh?” Time says after a while of walking in silence.

Twilight makes a noise like a tired half-laugh. “Uh-huh. Sure was.”

“I will say, nobody’s ever tried to kill me in order to undo what I’ve done,” he continues. “I doubt it would have worked, just because…” The older hero keeps talking, but after a point, Twilight just can’t process any of the words. If Time were speaking the language of the ooca, Twilight might have an easier time understanding the words.

How was Oocoo anyways? Twilight hadn’t seen her in a while. Not since the city in the sky. Hey, what if that’s Skyloft, or wherever Sky was originally from again? He should ask Sky once they meet up with the rest of the Chain. He should introduce Sky and Shad to each other. That’d be funny. Except Shad would probably talk Sky’s ear off with his hundreds of questions. Actually that’d probably still be funny.

His vision starts to go fuzzy, and he blinks to try and clear it. He stumbles a bit.

“–wilight?” Oh. Time was still talking. Time was talking to him now.

“Uh-huh. Sure was,” he says, hoping that’s the right answer. He just wants to get back to camp, so Time’s leg can get patched up and so he can drink some water. Ordonna, his mouth is dry.

Time grabs him by the shoulders, stopping him. His mentor studies him. “Pup. Tell me what’s wrong.” His voice sounds staticky.

“Nothing, but what’s wrong with your voice?” Twilight asks. Time’s brow furrows. “You sound like ‘shhhhhhhhhh,’” he says, trying to imitate the noise.

“I– what?” Time shakes his head. “You’ve been off since we were taken to the hideout. I wasn’t sure before, but now…” He purses his lips.

“You look like the Cub when you do that,” Twilight points out.

“Okay. We’re stopping. Sit down.”

Twilight shakes his head. “No, we have to get you back to camp. Your leg could get infected.”

Time sits down gingerly, and tugs Twilight to the forest floor as well. “You’re far more injured than I am. Did something happen? Is this… that wound on your arm doesn’t look bad enough to cause whatever this is. Are you sick?” He puts a hand to the rancher’s forehead, and immediately withdraws. “You’re burning up!”

Twilight shakes his head. “No, ‘m cold. I have frostbite, I think. Because I can’t feel my fingers and toes. And I’m thirsty.”

“How long have you been sick? Have you- have you been hiding this from us?”

Twilight thinks. “No, this is… I think I’m still disoriented from the teleport? Because I felt real bad after that.”

Time’s eye narrows. “The teleport? What do you mean?”

“Well I used to think whatever that red stuff was– you know the red stuff, that puff of red when the Yiga teleport– I used to think that it was smoke, or vapor or somethin’ like that, but it’s this powder. Tastes real bad.” He coughs, heavy and thick. “Hey wait, you already know what I’m talking about, you got teleported too!”

Time shakes his head. “I… don’t, no. They covered my face with…” he trails off. “With… a thick cloth.” The hero of time’s expression shifts to one of horror. “What was it that big guy had said? ‘No face coverings?’ And they all wear masks, but you… Twilight! Pup, I need you to tell me exactly, did you inhale any of that powder?”

Twilight nods, gulping. “I- a lot of it.”

“Fuck! Even if I knew what kind of poison it was, I’m no healer, and all my potions are back at the camp, shit shit shit! Pup, do you have any potions on you?”

Twilight pats his pocket, but can’t feel it very well. “No…” He coughs again. He’s so tired.

“Okay, okay,” Time says, a note of panic creeping into his voice. “We need to get you back to the camp. We’ll have supplies, and Hyrule can give you medicine. But you need to rest too. Is it worth the risk of moving you? You probably won’t get better without an antidote, but…”

Time’s voice starts fading again. The dark spots in Twilight’s vision grow, and he feels his eyes start to flutter closed as he leans forward.

When Time notices this, the unguarded panic in his voice is enough to shock Twilight into processing the words. “No no no, you have to stay awake Pup, you have to stay with me. Please, son, I– please stay with me,” he whispers, voice breaking a bit.

Twilight blinks rapidly, trying to stay awake, but his chest is so heavy and his eyelids are heavier. He’s breathing hard, quick rattling breaths. “I– I love you. I. You taught me everything I know, I need to tell you about it, I–”

Time takes his hands, squeezes them tight. “Hey, hey. Tell me later, okay? You can tell me later.”

“But–”

“You can tell me later.” The older hero pulls his descendant into a tight embrace, running fingers through his hair. “We’re gonna get you back to camp, and then you can tell me whatever it is you want to tell me, okay?” Twilight can feel his mentor shaking.

“But. We don’t even know where we are, much less where they are,” Twilight sputters as his mentor pulls away. “And. Your leg is.” He stands up and feels a wave of nausea, dropping back to the ground.

“Stay sitting down for now, Pup. As for my leg, hm…” He stands up carefully and limps over to a tree, before breaking a large branch off of it. “I can use this like a crutch. You can lean on me. If… if we can’t find them, eventually, we’re bound to arrive at a village, or a stable, or. Something. Somewhere safe to stay, where you can rest comfortably. I’m sure they’re looking for us.”

Twilight’s eyes snap open when Time’s hands grip his shoulders. He hadn’t even realized they were drifting shut.

“And I need you to stay awake, okay?” Time says as he hoists Twilight to his feet. “Lean on me.”

The rancher nods. “‘kay…” he mumbles.

They start walking. It’s a slow pace. Time limps, trying to put as little weight on his injured leg as possible while also supporting Twilight, who keeps stumbling every few steps as he fights for consciousness.

“Hey. Talk to me. Tell me about Ordon village. What’s it like?”

“Okay, okay there’s– there’s… I have a treehouse. Just a lil ways off from the village proper. ‘s real close to the spirit spring. Malo ‘n Beth moved to Kakariko, but–” He trips, and Time catches him, hissing in pain at the sudden weight on his leg.

“You okay?”

“‘M fine.” Everything feels distant, even his own voice.

“So, Malo and Beth moved to Kakariko?”

“Mhm. Colin an’ Talo stayed in Ordon. They’re good kids, real good kids,” Twilight mumbles. He feels Time stand up a bit straighter.

“There’s a road. We can. We can follow it, and we’ll have to arrive somewhere we can rest eventually.” He sounds more hopeful than Twilight’s heard in a while. “Just hang in there a little longer,” he says.

“Jus’ a lil longer…”

“Tell me more about your village. What’s your favorite place?”

“The–” He coughs. “The ranch. Best view of the sunset ’ve ever seen. An’ once ‘m done herding goats for the day, I get to lay on the grass. An’ it’s soft ‘n all warm from the sun. Smells like. Like hay, ‘nd… my favorite… animals…”

He starts to sink to the ground as his vision dims more and more. He barely feels Time shaking him by the shoulders. He can’t tell if his eyes are closing or if the world itself is going dark. He blinks feebly, trying to stay awake for his mentor.

“Don’t do this to me, not now,” he hears Time say. “Please, we’re so close, there’s– I think I can see the top of a stable over that hill, just a little further, you can’t do this, Link, son–”

He’s crying. Twilight feels tears on his own cheeks.

“Stay alive, dammit, stay alive. Stay. Stay.”

Time’s voice gets softer and softer. The feeling of Time’s hands on his shoulders feels further and further away. The world gets darker and darker.

And then Twilight drifts off.

— — — —

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sugar-petals · 3 years

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hey angel (m)

♡ sub!felix + reader

↳ The JYP Halloween party is ditched on short notice. That means: You have a down-to-celebrate boyfriend in full angel costume on your hands.

words. 5k

tags. domestic au, finger sucking, hickeys, latex, corruption kink, fingering, vaginal sex, footjob, harnesses, cunnilingus, kitten antics, edging, aftercare

★⎡CARO’S NOTE⎦› here goes the cutie on duty 👼

genre. domestic + smut/crack

„So sorry mate,“ Bang Chan’s voice resounds through the speaker. „I thought it could work but… We can’t celebrate tonight. Really sorry, Felix. Changbin and I already got dressed up too, but, you know things got shut down. JYP won’t let us with the Corona rules and stuff.“

„Oh no…“

„Yeah, man. Looks like we’ll have to do it next year.“

„You even prepared the food already, right?“

„We’re handing it out to staff and eat it at home. I know, it sucks. I spent half the morning in the kitchen. I can like keep the pumpkin cookies so you can eat them tomorrow after practice or so.“

„I feel so sorry Chan… and thank you.“

„I’ll be calling Hyunjin and Han now as well. Really sorry we’re cancelling short notice. I hope you’re still having a nice evening bro. Maybe we can make it happen for Christmas.“

„Okay. Cheers mate.“

„Yeah, cheers.“

Felix puts his phone down looking more than deflated in his angel costume, puffs out a big sigh. You can tell he really looked forward to this. Just an hour before, you bothered to sew the wings in place rather than rely on the wobbly back-pack like construction that came with it.

They’re firmly attached to his white top now, and all for nothing. He glued them together by himself with a pack of synthetic feathers ordered on Etsy for a ridiculous shipping cost, along with a little halo that he clipped into his hair. Which, because maybe it really does sense his mood, dangles low and even a bit lopsided over his head.

„It’s the party of the year,“ Felix flops down on the living room couch. “I can’t believe this.“

You sit down opposite to him, starting to clean off the table where masses of cosmetic products and leftover feathers have piles up.

„Next time, Lixie. We can keep the costume. Poor Chan, he organized the living shit out of everything.“

„I’ll just go and shower, get this off, and stuff,“ he points at his face. Felix applied his own makeup with a little help from you here and there, including some golden sparkles. Just yesterday, he bleached his hair. It’s sculpted down to every strand with hair spray now. Felix unties his sneakers with the little gold stars on. Just before he starts plucking off his halo, you get an idea, pick up your phone from the table.

„Wait— Let’s at least make some pictures with your phone, you put so much effort in this. You look so cute. The fans might want to see it as well.“

„Oh! You’re right,“ Felix stops right in his tracks. „For Instagram.“

After tightening his sneakers again and you making sure the halo sights right, Felix walks around your flat in search for a nice backdrop. You follow, quickly flipping through some filters to try, and adjusting the flash on the camera.

After posing at the fridge — strange idea — and in the bathroom turns out a little awkward as well, you decide that such an elaborate costume needs a themed background, and only the bedroom offers just that. You recently changed the duvet to sky blue sheets with clouds on them. The overall interior is mostly clean white as well, with some thrifted vintage furniture. Fairy lights, heavy curtains, a wooden ceiling. Perfect.

„We’ll caption it as… post your own stay-at-home costume, something like that,“ Felix plops down on the bed, acting as if he just took a seat on the cloud in the very middle.

„Sounds pretty good,“ you press release, and the first picture pops up on your screen. „Can you turn a little towards the light? That the sparkles are showing.“

„Yay, I love the sparkles!“

„Just like this, just like this. Don’t move. The sparkles!“

A five-picture series of more snapshots ensues, with you adjusting Felix’s face a few times by hand, even, turning his chin by sheer millimeters to find the perfect angle. He’s stunning.

„I have another idea.“

„Oh?“

„I remember what I wore for Halloween three years ago. The costume must be somewhere. I think it fits together with yours.“

„What, oh wow?“

„What was it again, wait…“

You already begin to sort through your wardrobe, checking each hanger, each drawer, end up where you store your socks, and finally pull out a larger plastic zip bag from the very depths of all that chaos. There it is. Nice.

„Lix, if you’d turn around for me, please.“

He immediately does. Blushing.

„Thank you, angel.“

You pull off your sweat pants, your grey shirt, socks, your bra. Time to dress up. Only your simple black panties stay on. On goes a pair of scarlet stockings, snug and high. Then, a dark red latex skirt that goes in big circles and flounces, down to the mid-thigh.

Added: A tight sleeveless peplum top that admittedly… and deliberately squeezes your boobs a little. Not too much. More important is that your nipples are showing right through, and the cleavage is sweeping, every demon would be salivating at your feet. If an angel does: Remains to be tested.

Around your waist and chest and over your shoulder goes a black harness, pulling everything together. Some very pointed, glossy pumps with thin heels complete the costume. They’re not crafted to be walked on in the very least, their balance is terrible. You’re planning something else with them. Cherry on top: Devil horn headband. Really curved and pointy, too. Can’t go wrong. You click your tongue and take a spin. The skirt flares out perfectly. Ready to go.

„Felix, time to turn around.“

He does. You can tell he didn’t cheat.

„You’re, you’re so hot in this,“ Felix buries his face right in the comfort of his sweater paws, hoping they would not give away his embarrassed little face. But — his voice does, effortlessly so.

„Come on, have a look at me. Real closely, angel, come. You’re allowed to.“

Felix gazes through his fingers with what sounds like a little meep! in a much more high-pitched tone than his usual speaking range. He’s cute.

„Hey pum’kin. Miss Lucifer speaking. Where’s the barbecue?“

Felix and you recently agreed that hell must be one big and extremely hot cave where everyone’s grilling and having a good time. Australia, essentially.

„Welp!“

„Damn right. Infiltrating God’s realm one cloud at a time. Any last words?“

„It’s so intimidating!“

Felix digs himself into a mountain of pillows on the bed, with only his eyes and nose peeking out. You shrug, adjust your horns.

„Hm. Time for my first satanic act I guess.“

„Oh no!“

„Wait just one minute, be a sweet and patient boy.“

You leave Yongbok confused given that you’re quick to hurry to the kitchen. However, what you return with puts a giggle on his lips right away.

„Boom. It is served.“

„Yes, yes, please!“

Poufy black cocoa cupcakes. The ones with the cute little ghost frosting on it, and the melted chocolate inside. Felix finds them irresistable since the last Halloween party, to the point where you bake them mid-July. The current set of cupcakes was meant to be a contribution to Bang Chan’s eerie and delectable buffet. As for now, they’re in deep need of someone hungry since you made a lot of them, assuming a post-workout Changbin would devour at least five or more.

„Good move,“ he admits, a little shaky, and you proceed to tray the cupcakes on the bed — stuffing Felix for a solid ten minutes until there’s chocolate all over his face. What you’ll be quick to confess is that you’ve been deliberately messy feeding him, with all the crumbs in particular.

„Spoiled honey bun,“ you plant a kiss on top of his head.

„These taste so good, I swear.“

Next up is Felix who has to carefully maneuver the sweet treats into your mouth without spoiling your outfit.

„If you get crumbs into my cleavage, I can’t put your face in there later you know.“

Fierce nodding.

„That’s the spirit.“

Under your eagle eyes, he proves to be an obedient little cherub doing his job pretty well. The cakes are delicious in how spongy they are, and the liquid chocolate warms up so well on the tongue, it melts even more. You’re more than pleased and have Felix store away the remaining four pieces only after quite a while.

„I’ll have them for Brekkie, woo!“ is what he’s fast to proclaim, and you agree he’ll need them the next morning. Once you’re done with him, that’s gonna count as a hangover even Chan’s wildest party couldn’t give him.

„We’re talking dinner first, Felix.“

At this point, all the sugar is kicking in. Or it’s the chocolate being some kind of aphrodisiac. Whatever, could be either, you’re feeling like you’re up there at the ceiling, and you’re not the only one. Felix coming back to the bedroom so bouncy and cutieful just gets you even more in the mood.

You sit at the edge of the bed, slanting backward just a little. „You look like you need some more corruption, I won’t lie,“ you pat your lap, beckoning. He can ditch wifi because this is his favorite hot spot waiting for him. Felix sits down looking tiny as ever, eyes full of anticipation and his pants full of… big fat late night erection.

„I don’t mind at all, Miss. I don’t, oh my god…“ he mumbles into his nonexistent Aussie trucker beard, and you’re clear that whatever the skirt did to him, his brain must be doing kangaroo somersaults right now. In the meantime, something very eager is poking right at your lower belly. Captain Boomerang already came fully armed tonight and the Suicide Squad isn’t even anywhere near to be seen.

„Oh hey hey, cupcake. Getting really big there,“ you wipe at the curled little corners of his mouth. Some crumbs come off. His lips already twitch the way you know they want to do naughty things on you. He doesn’t seem to notice. Autopilot Felix has already taken over.

„Don’t hurry with it,“ he stares, mouth half-open, but his little grinds prove him a dirty — in an entirely direct sense — fucking liar. Like he’s literally rubbing himself against your stomach.

„Boy oh boy. You’re not even trying.“

„I’m fucked!“ is what Felix soon realizes with the daggers you’re shooting at him through your hopefully very satanic-looking eyes right now. Alongside catching up with his darn hips doing their own thing.

„You are.“

„I’m sorry for grinding, God help me!“

„He won’t. Cuz I’m here on your cloud. Cue stage number two of my demonic plan. Safeword?“

„It’s chocolate!“

„Mh. Good pick.“

The rest as usual. Tapping the thigh, yellow for pause, towels plus water ready, and always double-checking the lube in case of Jisung putting a glass of vegemite under your bed as his latest practical joke. Yes, it happened. It’s a whole new level of demonic. On the other hand: perhaps Felix’ ass could’ve actually handled it, Made in Australia it is.

„Let’s go honey angel,“ you curl at his hair with a little finger just to tease him a little more. The answer is a little meow, at this point Felix’ communication skills have simplified to kitten vocabulary which always happens when he is nervous and looking forward to something.

Next thing poor Felix knows, his face has entered the scorching satanic abyss that is your cleavage. Literally, you’re burning up. It’s fucking October and Felix has you breaking a sweat from all your horniness (literally, your horns are just that chic) already. Twice the reason to punish the shit out of him. If that can be considered anything near a punishment.

A shower of various „Mh— nh!“ and mewling noises comes to rain down on you while Felix face takes a trip down mammary lane, and that, too, is literal. He’s salivating. So much about rain. Actually, great lubrication. Felix always does things best by instinct.

„Yes, good boy. Great job.“

Now that his mouth is wet already, you’re unceremonious about shoving your fingers right down his throat after he resurfaces. Blushed, hard, and ready to choke himself since he’s already running short on breath. It doesn’t take long until he’s gagging himself stupid and the sparkles under his eyes start running.

„Pretty, pretty,“ you lean down a little, kissing his nose. „Give me all you got.“

„Gh—gch—“

The answer is as slobbery and unintelligible as can be. To a normal human, at least. You’re a demonic top. That automatically means having an Ivy League major in gag noise translation.

„Oh yes, I know,“ you stroke his hair, using your free hand that usually rests at the back of his neck. „Talk to me about it. Exactly what I was thinking. Do go on.“

And he does, louder than ever. If there’s one satisfying sound, it’s this, that heavenly deep voice doing all kinds of nasty acrobatics is making you go crazy. That Felix is absolutely close to cumming in his angel pants is very much clear to you given how the veins and muscles on his neck are having a chaotic Halloween party on their own.

Which includes his tongue taking turns on your two fingers as well. And a wide-eyed Felix struggling, swallowing, holding on to your shoulders with his little feet twitching in their sneakers. Like mad… and you love it. But also — hopelessly sucking and moaning and slurping and squealing until his neck has way too much saliva on it for you not to make it your next target. Felix is so good at this. Way too good.

„Looks delicious,“ you lean in, your hair tickles his ears. And now, you’re busy nibbling, biting a little… and most importantly, giving Felix a wet hickey that will send his makeup artist — my God, you really torture the unsuspecting man almost weekly — into a meltdown. Rowdy and unholy is the look you’re going for.

In the meantime, Felix is still wrapped up trying to hit your fingers at the back of his throat. If his cute bouncy run and rude boner moment didn’t turn you on already, now you would be. The way he’s just sucking in his own spit makes you realize that you won’t ever need a fire brigade for your flat.

You emerge from his neck and raise your brows. Felix is just hard-wired to impress. „Just how much saliva can you produce!“

„Ch… Mnh— Nh…“

Hitting some more complex syntax and consonants there, is he.

„Oh, I get it now. You stayed hydrated during the day. Thanks for explaining, mate. That’s the secret.“

Whether that’s perfectly scientifically correct down to the enzyme theory and shit neither of you can google right now. At least you know that you’re both drenched on either end so that’s that.

Once Felix is so horny from deepthroating your damn hand that he has pull off and yellow-word, you’re already prepared for introducing a new position which you can prepare while he’s gathering himself and wiping off his chin. You hand him a second towel for his neck, and present him a little hand mirror to see how the hickey turned out.

„It’s shaped like, hm,“ he pants, words still slurring a little. „I dunno! It’s really cute!“

„Let me see… No doubt that’s a rice cake hickey. That’s the shape.“

„You’re right!“

And off he goes snapping a selfie with it while you get comfortable on your back, cleaning your own fingers.

„Just don’t upload that one to Insta instead of the cloud shots, we’re not gonna survive another Manager call at 1:15 AM.“

„Can I use your phone for it? That’s where it’s supposed to be on, anyway.“

Felix giggles a little. That cute brat. Always knowing how it’s done.

„Sure babe!“

And voilà, Felix is already occupied setting a good view of his new rice cake-shaped friend as your phone background. Good thing, helps his erection cool down a little, he was about to blow up his poor white pants. The acceptable unfair feat being that he’s just riling you up even more like that on the other hand.

„If you come to mommy now,“ you wriggle one foot in the air, the other splayed on the duvet, knee slightly bent. „Rubbing her pussy and doing your thing, you know how it goes.“

„Angel duties calling! What am I doing!“

At the speed of sound, Felix stores your phone back on the bedside table and crawls over in an instant. He props his chin on your abdomen and blinks.

„Sorry Ma’am. At your service. Never wanna keep you waiting.“

A big smile rouses his cheeks, and you boop them from either side. His peach fuzz is so soft and his eyes are so beautifully dark. You don’t waste any time keeping your skirt down for any longer. Another blink and Felix is already pawing — well, kneading and caressing technically — between your legs. He’s visibly understanding just how wet the whole finger sucking circus has left you now.

„What if I used my heels on your cock, boo. Still no cumming. Just my heels and my lil’ prince.“

Satanic plan stage number three. Felix has gotten to savor it last Christmas and for his birthday, and some time around the holidays in summer.

„I love it yay!“ Felix claps his hands. Baby, baby.

„C’mere then. Just keep on rubbing.“

His arms are fairly long enough. While you’re dragging the slender heels of either shoe right across the outlines on his crotch, Felix, eyes loosely closed, maintains a steady rhythm on your clit with three fingers lined up on the fabric of your panties.

„Oh fucking hell, Felix, shit—“

Whenever you masturbate, that alone would never do. You’d get frustrated after a while. Need more stimulation. But when Felix is on angel duty to keep your pussy soaked, it doesn’t need much to make your clit throb, even with your underwear still on. Guess that God’s little helpers know how to work their magic to make your head spin.

He’s hitting the right spot, with the right moves, and his other hand doesn’t miss out on a single opportunity to stroke at both the in- and outside of your thighs. The touch is so subtle, you twitch. Felix strokes on, delirious himself. His eyelids flutter.

„Fuck…“

Despite the little pause from earlier taking out most of his tension, your heels leave Felix with pants that are even more bulged out. That’s making it easy to direct your feet to jerk up and down at either side. You’d never know either of you would be so into this. Foot fetish and all.

Once he’s edged you to the point of moans, last thing you properly remember is calling it quits with the panties and telling him to line himself up. The heels kicked off, the skirt still on, you decide that unpacking your Halloween treat has been long overdue. You slide his pants down, roll down a pink condom, and grab his cock at the base to glide it all over your wet lips.

„Lix, come fuck me. You got me all horny. Satan is recruiting.“

„With me it’s not sinning,“ he smiles, brighter than the sun and you do right along. It’d be hard not to. Felix truly has the innocence of a virgin, the subtle confidence of an intermediate, the caution of a pro, and the kindness of a real veteran.

„You’re right about that Felix,“ you say, prop your entrance at the very tip, let the wetness do its job. „Come kiss your honey girl.“

And he does. Entering you with care for the right angle, letting your hip do the rest. What’s been circling and sucking your fingers so deliciously is now doing a hot job teasing and pleasing your tongue all over. His lips are amazingly soft and plump, they open so gently and feel electric on yours. A gentle squeeze around your left breast sparks a moan into the kiss from you. It’s Felix massaging your breasts while deepening his penetration, and you can tell the vegemite can stay under the bed today. You can tell Felix is getting more than flustered knowing it was all him who made you this dripping wet.

Even his dick seems to blush in sync. It’s fucking pink and red. Oh wait, that’s the condom. But knowing him and from your viewpoint, it’s still more flushed than before, no kidding. Faithfully pumping in and out of you at its full length now. You wrap your legs around his waist, the thrusts become deeper, shorter, parting you open much more, and filling you out so properly.

„So good. Right there, angel. Just right there. I’m loving that.“

Felix has a great dick. Best handy size, the girth’s comfortable, all nice and bendy, virtually no curve, you can always gyrate on it in any way and even take a complete 180 if you go from cowgirl to reverse (which you’d be doing right now but he’d crush his wings if he were on his back like that so no). Cherry on top, compact but soft balls that don’t steal the show but still do the trick during doggy. They’re whipping up the best cum in the world, so.

The slow kissing goes on and on and Felix tries to walk the tightrope of neither letting your pussy lips suck the orgasm out of him, nor making you cream his cock with shaky legs from all that gorgeous sloppy friction, and the kissing, and his sweet cherry shampoo scent that has your brain in absolute limbo.

With everything hanging by a thread like that, every kiss becomes special and full of a suspense that makes your lips tremble — either set, and Felix can hardly bear it himself.

His little halo is dangling back and forth, and you can tell by his face that all that thrusting has him in serious trouble. And you? Are fucking leaking and groaning, and that little shallow series of first contractions before your orgasm is already preparing you.

The sugar high from the cupcakes is fading, but your adrenaline is sure to replace it. You just want Felix to fuck you more and rock against him, and hold his head, and kiss him. God, his mouth is so warm and inviting, tastes so good like cocoa.

The pace joins yours without any effort, it adapts when your rhythm changes, and it stabilizes everything when you’re currently riding the high of his cock really filling you out so you can clench your muscles around him, feel him and tell him just you wait, I’ll milk you. He’s such a good kisser. You can feel all of your wetness running down your ass like it’s Christmas.

„Felix, I’m overflowing.“

„I’m so sorry,“ he whines into the kiss. „I’ll be washing the sheets.“

„Listen, baby,“ you break the tongue-on-tongue, „you doing laundry is really sexy. But the overflow is the best part. Just look what you’re doing to my body.“

You could ravage him on the spot. He’d probably lose it and cum in two seconds. Holding yourself before the edge is so tough right now.

„Shit… yellow again. Need a moment.“

Felix has to resort to a bit of cockwarming, and you use the little break to rid yourself off the harness. It’s not perfectly comfortable when you’re lying down. You’re about to fling it off the bed that Felix asks to wear it. Oh. Very well. It actually goes as a nice contrast on his white top, and the straps make it easy to adjust to him. And he wants it to sit on him really tightly. Oh again.

You realize—

On you, it’s only a fashion piece. Something random that came with the costume.

On him: It’s kinky.

„Hey hey. You look sexy, pum’kin,“ you pat at his chest. „Look at your waist, wow.“

Your sweet boy. It’s like it’s made for him. So cinched and the exact opposite of his costume. He’s a corrupted, dirty angel now, it’s perfect. With his pink neck and all sweaty face, and his little puppy gaze that will haunt you in your sex dreams because it literally just gets into your pants so much. Oh god, you just wanna cum. You have to distract yourself with chaste images of Felix washing the dishes or writing grocery lists with little hearts and emojis on them but that just makes it five times worse.

The way he puts the harness on with his dick inside you is so mouthwatering and cumworthy, you can’t wait to resume and switch your own brains off on that angel cock. Once Felix is ready to exit phase yellow and resume the session, your hands magically gravitate towards the straps of the harness at this waist.

„Can I?“

„M—hm!“

You have the time of your life grabbing and guiding him by the harness, controlling every thrust. Felix clenches up his teeth from how lavishly his cock is squeezing into your pussy.

„Oh babe,“ you groan out. „Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Come on, angel.“

He’s not going to take it much longer. Felix is tensing all over, neck to the knees, it’s a huge shock wave in the making. That climax is going to be like a fucking punch into outer space.

„I’m really at my limit, I’m, I’m…!“

„Cum for me, angel,“ you reach to his neck to bring his lips down again. Your mouths going into shaky contact brings a big soaring moan with it.

„Ahn—!“

You lock lips, his face scrunches up, and you can tell that cum worth of three orgasms is currently pooling into the condom. You don’t belong to the mile high club, but going by how far up this feels, you might as well be. Those sweet shivers. And the little whines. It’s all too much for him, this one got him bad. Felix cumming is like the angels really are singing. With bells and harps and all that shit at once.

After pulling out, the ruined condom goes off lightning fast. Felix’ cock gets some much-needed cooling, but his face is on heavy duty. How he does it after almost getting his lights turned off, it’s a mystery, it must have been six whole loads he shot into you. You’d already be collapsing in his shoes. Felix still being able to put his mouth to work is an act of divine intervention. Honestly though, it doesn’t even take half a minute. Sloppy head from Felix is cryptonite, your stamina comes tumbling down. His tongue just knocks you out with an overwhelming rush of pleasure.

“Oh— yes...”

What is gravity? You don’t know what north and south mean anymore. He laps and sucks you through your high and your legs give up their soldier service. All you see it fluffy blonde strands of hair peeking from below your skirt, a glimpse of the harness, the rest is heavy growling and swearing from all of the contractions and Felix getting raw and dirty Down Under with no fears, literally none, to bury his face and move it around and let his tongue loose. Time and again Felix shows you he’s a swallower. Satanic agenda: success.

For tonight, your pussy will be nothing but glitter, cum, and spit. Swollen like crazy, properly fucked, and tipped to the absolute limit. Felix keeps on slicking up his face completely, and then brings you into the afterglow with his fingers. One at a time, barely adding stimulation. Just fetching you where you are and climbing down. Looks like you’ll share the cupcakes, this is a couple hangover in the making. In Felix’ case in particular. It’s like he signed up for testing a mad scientist’s latest designer drug.

„Wow wow… So you served me choco cupcakes and God’s menu,“ is the last thing he can say in his delirium before falling over. He’s so fucked out and went so wild on eating you, a part of the harness came off. Thank god his nose is so small, all that swiping could’ve broken the bridge and whatnot. And his lips, they’re twice as plump. You really have to compliment in on what his mouth has done today because that was some champ shit.

You’re both buffering on the sheets for a solid five minutes until you roll to the side. Towel… water… forehead kisses. Yes, forehead kisses most importantly. After gathering yourself a little, you pamper Felix into a heart rate around 90 rather than 120. And with the onset of exhaustion for the two of you, that’s not too hard after some minutes passing. Whispering sweet nothings and praise is all you do up until 2 AM and after. Felix is somewhere between worlds, one foot in the door of the dreamland, the other soaking up the care and the intoxicating, thick scent of the room that has a lot of cherry shampoo in it.

At some point. You loosen the harness, pull off his shirt with the wings attached. The halo you unsuccessfully try to spot in his hair. Turns out: It flew off. Felix really must’ve made Satan proud if it fell down just like that. Good job. Felix has earned a title of being a dirty angel now, and by the way he’s chugging water now, a wet one on top of that.

Five tons of spit, six, seven, who knows how many he’s afforded for today. A head pat is not enough, it has to be several, and Felix passes out onto the pillows. As good as you can, you wipe him down, bin the condom, get off his shoes and his half-pulled down trousers. After staggering to the bathroom, your skirt and peplum shirt follows, the stockings stay on, they’re cozy as hell. Last but not least, you remove your devil horns. It feels like they granted you the most unknown demonic powers.

Next time Felix is on his way to making you cum again, you’ll be wearing them, and you’ll last the way you did tonight. Meanwhile, Bang Chan is blowing up your phone because Felix pressed send by accident earlier, but you don’t notice. It just keeps on vibrating on the bedstand and Chris will have to riddle over the rice cake selfie for the rest of November.

Felix dozes with an angelic little smile on his lips and puffs his cheeks in his sleep, his makeup wiped and his hair truly messy. Instagram can wait. Maybe you’ll get to brush your teeth a little later, it usually takes some time until you wake up again and topple to the sink. You huddle together, tuck your sweet baby pum’kin into his second favorite spot at your chest. Ah, the glory of Felix little spooning.

As the last signature, you nibble at his ear, call him your cutie pie, and switch the lights off. You have to listen closely but if you do, it’s like Felix is purring in his sleep. Whatever your own dreamland is planning to launch on you tonight, you’re looking forward to it.

PS — oh, my good ole fellas, a last cursed disclaimer. i must insist on the following for obvious reasons. vegemite makes for some terrible strap lube okay 😂🇦🇺

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The Suicide Squad (2021) Review

This may be the better of the two, but the first Suicide Squad film will always hold the crown for managing to win an Oscar... somehow.

Plot: The government sends the most dangerous supervillains in the world -- Bloodsport, Peacemaker, King Shark, Harley Quinn and others -- to the remote, enemy-infused island of Corto Maltese. Armed with high-tech weapons, they trek through the dangerous jungle on a search-and-destroy mission, with only Col. Rick Flag on the ground to make them behave.

“So that’s it, huh? We’re some kind of suicide squad?” says Will Smith in the original first film, with the line in itself being a poor attempt at a fourth wall break, yet, that movie never reached that promise of being a true Suicide Squad film. Because hardly anyone died, and as a whole David Ayer’s film was a generic mess, regardless of studio interference or not. In comes James Gunn from Marvel, who seems to have cracked the code for how to bring this comic book series to live action in proper gratuitous form, with even the ‘The’ in the title symbolizing that this is the one!

I remember going to see the first Guardians of the Galaxy film at the cinema, and back then I was still only just getting acquainted with watching western media, and that included superhero films. Heck my first ever Marvel movie was Thor: The Dark World! I know, what a banger to start with.......NAAAWT!! Anyway, I went to see Guardians and it was one of the first superhero films I came out of feeling like I truly witnessed something special. It had action, comedy and a good heart to it, and wouldn’t you know, my good old pal James Gunn was behind that flick. I don’t know why I called him my good old pal, I don’t even know the fella. Except in my dreams, but we don’t talk about that. So, flashforward to Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2, which I absolutely hated, and for that movie I’m pretty sure Marvel gave Mr Gunn mostly full reigns of creative freedom, as long as he kept it family friendly, and the result was a mess. Hence naturally now I was really sceptical when James Gunn ended up at Warner Bros. following the controversial moment when cancel culture decided to aim it’s slimy fingers at him, as he was given directing and writing duties for this new The Suicide Squad film, and also it was heavily insinuated that Warner Bros. basically told him he could do with the movie whatever the f*** he wanted, excuse my French. And we remember how it panned out last time when James Gunn was given a lot of creative freedom.

Flashforward to present day; here I am wondering and scratching my head thinking what in the heavens has happened, as by golly I am happy to report that The Suicide Squad is a total winner and a blast with a capital B - Blast! Gosh goodness golly goblin, this movie is so much fun from beginning to end. Right from the opening sequence you know that this film isn’t holding back any punches. It’s going at a 447.19 km/h speed of a Koenigsegg Agera RS crashing through any barriers like it’s nothing. Speaking of the opening sequence, it establishes why the movie is called what it’s called from the get-go. You straight away are proven how not a single character is safe, minus the obvious one that we know who it is, as there ain’t no way Warner Bros. would have allowed James Gunn to kill off that one character. But besides that person, everyone else feels like they could die at any given moment. That’s really a big charm of it, as it is frustrating how in many superhero films, let alone any blockbuster action flicks, so many characters always feel so safe and unstoppable, no matter how many times they get shot or how many buildings crash down upon them. And yes, this movie features a certain CGI character that constantly gets that treatment and survives, although it’s very self aware in that regard and is purposefully humoristic. But overall the entire set of characters feel easily disposable, and so so many of them die in such gruesome fashion, so indeed don’t get attached, as they don’t.

Speaking of which, this movie is hardcore gory! You see limbs and intestines flying round left and right, a guy gets ripped in half by a humanoid shark, another’s face gets teared off by a shotgun bullet and so on forth in all kinds of gruesome fashion. Visually this is one for the big screen, as here’s the thing: you’re either a mummy’s boy or you grow some cojones and go see a man’s heart get stabbed with a piece of debris glass in 4K high rate definition! Your choice! Oh, and it’s not just the violence, also the cinematography and the practical set pieces all look incredible. This is easily James Gunn’s best looking movie. The entire think LOOKS incredible!

We also have to talk about the cast, as they are all great! There literally isn’t a single weakling among them. Each one, no matter how big or small their role is, brings something to the table. I can’t talk about all of them, as we’d be here all day, so I’m simply going to mention a few of the stand-outs. Idris Elba comes in to replace Will Smith as a character called Bloodsport, who is in some ways a different character but evidently is a replacement of Smith’s. But that’s no bad thing, as with any ensemble movie you still need a main character to latch onto and have an emotional hook towards, and he is that character. In fact, I’d say he’s arguably better than Will Smith in the last movie, or at least he seems to be having more fun here. He works as a solid leading man, however what works even more is his banterous competitive genital-size-measuring back and forth with John Cena’s Peacemaker, who by the way is awesome as that character. He is not a good character, in fact he is as bad as a bad guy can get, especially cause he’s someone who believes that what he is doing is right, making him much more of a dangerous wild card. This is easily John Cena’s best role, with him adding to the comedy one-liners, but also delivering such an interesting character who I’m looking forward to seeing more of in his standalone spin-off show confirmed for next year. Oh, and he wears a toilet helmet on his head which he defines as “a beacon of freedom” which says it all. We also have returning characters from the last film Joel Kinnaman and Viola Davis as Rick Flag and Amanda Waller respectively, and both are given much more room to stretch their talents and spread their beautiful acting wings like the Hollywood angels that they are. Kinnaman’s Rick Flag is the moral compass of the group, as even though Elba is our main guy, he’s nonetheless a villain still, whilst Flag is a genuinely good guy and what is defined as a true American hero, to which Kinnaman fits the part well. And Viola Davis as Amanda Waller is on an absolutely different level. You can tell she’s an Academy Award winner through and through, as she plays such a serious character in an otherwise goofy movie, and so her presence is felt and it is felt BAD! She’s such a despicable yet intimidating personality and she gravitates all of the screen presence to herself. Margot Robbie returns as Harley Quinn, and she gets even more chance to develop this character that she’s played in multiple DCEU films now, and as per usual the Harley Quinn shtick works well for her, though I do kind of wish she didn’t always get all the attention. Look, I think she’s a fun character and Robbie plays her well, however she’s constantly used to overshadow others in these films which I don’t think is too fair, and its evident as ever in this film too. Anyway, the remainder of the cast including Jay Courtney as Captain Boomerang, David Dastmalchian as Polka-Dot Man, Michael Rooker as Savant, Nathan Fillion as TDK, Daniela Melchior as Ratcatcher 2 (who gave me strong A Plague Tale: Innocence vibes) and many more all play villains, but villains that don’t have particularly great superpowers. This is where the tragedy of Task Force X as a team plays a part, as many of these villains aren’t even good at being villains. They are useless, and the movie is really self aware of this and so treats all characters as they should be. Dare I also not forget to mention the CGI characters in this film, with both Weasel and King Shark being absolute scene stealers!

The Suicide Squad is the type of wham-bam-thank-you-mam batshit crazy entertainment which exists for the pure reasons of fun. It doesn’t set out to be the best superhero film ever, nor does it need to be. It’s an exhilarating, shocking, funny and amusing ride from beginning to end, with the energy never stopping, and is easily the best time I’ve had with a comic-book film in a long while, and I’m even talking about before COVID! Do yourself a favour and watch this one as soon as you can, as I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again - The Suicide Squad is a BLAST!!

Overall score: 9/10

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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟘 | ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕦𝕖

Extra Hot Sifu Hotman | Zuko x Reader

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𝕄𝔸𝕊𝕋𝔼ℝ𝕃𝕀𝕊𝕋 𝕆𝔽 𝕋ℍ𝕀𝕊 𝔹𝕆𝕆𝕂

𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖 | Aang and Y/N are siblings who share powers, but Y/N was hidden from the Four Nation’s eyes to avoid the possibility of their separation. Then, Zuko meets the flamboyant and flirtatious Y/N for the first time at the Western Air Temple where he attempts to join the tight-knit Gaang.

𝔸𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣'𝕤 ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖 | Based off of @mackandcheese24 ‘s headcanon! Thank you, you wonderful being filled with brilliant ideas!

“Hello, Zuko here!” a strangled, but genuine smile emerged from the black-haired boy who cautiously creeped up to the Gaang clearly uninvited.

Sokka’s fists clenched, knuckles turning a dangerously pale color, around his boomerang. His eyebrows furrowed deep and quipped a sour smile, “Back for another brawl, huh, buddy?”

His sister, just as rigid as him, stood in a fighting stance. Surprisingly, Katara’s water emanated a sense of serenity and safety. But, this is how Waterbenders developed the phrase “the calm before the storm”.

But in Aang’s eyes… it was unreadable. Almost calculating.

The trio stood with their feet buried deep into the Air Temple’s concrete. Their positions were firm and unwavering.

Katara and Sokka’s minds ran through all their ideas of the best way to capture the one who had been attempting to break their already fractured family. They’ve come this far together and no one should dare to break their streak of luck.

Toph, with a similar rigidness, stood beside Y/N. Y/N was thrown in the back during this situation, not because they were incapable of protecting themself, but the enemy that stood in front of the team now couldn’t find out that the Avatar had a second half.

Y/N and Aang were siblings, they shared powers that only the pair understood. There was no way the Fire Nation could take a part of the Avatar.

The trio purposely positioned themselves in a way that hid you from the unusual visitor’s sight, which to Y/N’s dismay, they couldn’t take a look at the “monster of a man” that Katara bitterly claimed him to be.

After listening to Zuko’s intention of presenting himself, despite the shame he was in and the hatred he brought upon the people he encountered, Aang sighed in realization.

“It’s you. You’re the one who’s meant to teach me the uncontrollable,” Aang’s voice was firm, he didn’t hold the boyish voice cracks as he did before.

Everything came down to this, Aang’s maturity.

Zuko’s maturity.

Zuko’s heart lightened and bowed deeply with his hands positioned properly in front of him, “I… Thank you-”

“But, I’m not the only one who makes the decisions,” Aang looks around him. Going around the team, one by one, asking for confirmation on the offer. All he received were half-hearted nods and hisses of “yes” through clenched teeth.

“Y/N… what’s your take?” Katara asked begrudgingly.

“There’s another one of them?” he wondered to himself. Zuko dared not to look up, he had to show respect to gain respect, but curiosity took the best of him. He attempted to find you between his growing black locks of hair. Sure enough, another Air Nomad stood before him.

Y/N was met with eyes filled with a yellow flaming passion for revenge against the Fire Lord, but deep within it was a boy who yearned for a life without war and devastation. There was too much to read into, yet all Y/N could muster up was a “Holy mother of Roku, Katara never told me you were fucking hot!”

Toph, bless her heart, gave Y/N a hard pound on the back with a rock that erupted from who knows where.

“That’s the last thing you’re supposed to be saying to this man!” Sokka violently thrusted his arm into Zuko’s direction.

Y/N strode to Zuko, who miraculously stayed in the same position, bowing, still waiting for their approval.

Y/N scratched their chin, sauntering around the poor boy whose face was blushing profusely. Beads of sweat ran along his temples. They hopped in front of Zuko and smirked playfully, briefly meeting his eyes, until he took attention to their shoe tapping a beat on the ground.

“Uh, Y/N, I don’t think-” Aang stepped forward to stop his sibling’s usual shenanigans.

“Don’t worry Aangy, I won’t break him… yet,” Y/N slowly pulled Zuko’s arms down that were propped in front of him. Their touch was a cool sensation against his skin that was too accustomed to fire, heat, and rage. But Y/N’s felt like a splash of water, refreshing.

They brought two gentle, yet firm fingers up to Zuko’s chin, tilting it up. He was forced to meet their eyes, it swirled with curiosity and ambition. There was no trace of hatred like the rest of their friends held for him.

Zuko swallowed and wondered to himself, “What the hell is going on?” His mind was racing and was unsure what to say, or even do.

Toph marched up to Y/N and yanked their ear, “Get your ass over here, you horny little-”

“Ow! Ow, Toph!” Y/N managed to escape from her grasp. “I was just trying to get to know the guy.”

“And I thought we talked about the language you used, young missy!” Y/N quickly came behind Sokka and covered his ears, “We have children around here!”

Sokka rolled his eyes, “Listen here you little shit.” He took both his hands up to his cupped ears and squeezed Y/N’s hands threateningly tight.

“So does that mean I’m on board?” Zuko slowly straightened up, his hand timidly scratched the nape of his neck.

A silence washed over them, as if the team thought of taking back their approval. Y/N took it upon themself to welcome him in. They cleared their throat and took a dramatic bow, “Oh mighty Sifu Hotman, we are in your debt!”

Y/N straightened up, “Although, why did everyone fail to mention the ‘evil’ Prince is good-looking as hell?”

Sokka rolled his eyes and clasped Y/N’s hand and dragged them away, “Alright, sleepy time for you!”

“Oh no, no, no. I’m not done here!” they snickered playfully.

Sokka carefully picked up Y/N, swinging them over his shoulder, “I said SLEEPY TIME!”

Y/N’s cupped hands were on either side of their mouth, attempting to relay their message for the Prince, “Y’KNOW! I’LL HAVE A REAL HARD TIME KICKING YOUR DADDY’S ASS IF HE LOOKS LIKE YOU!” A fit of cackles, mixed with Sokka’s groaning was heard down the hallway.

At this point, Zuko was a blushing mess and understandably stunned, while the Gaang on the other hand, were not. They all looked in the direction of where Sokka and Y/N disappeared.

“Are they always-” Zuko said in a small, wavering voice.

“Yes,” The team said monotonously in unison, followed by deep sighs.

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azucanela · 4 years

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being sokka’s s/o would include hcs?

BEING SOKKA’S S/O HEADCANNONS [GENDER NEUTRAL!READER]

being zuko’s s/o headcannons | being korra’s s/o headcannons

SUMMARY: being sokka’s s/o from the confession to the marriage

WORD COUNT: 2.3k

WARNINGS: mild lok spoiler, fluff, kissing, do these count as warnings, yeah this is pretty pg man, blood, stab wound, sokka being sokka

A/N: im sick and dying h e l p, but also interact with me im lonely, become and elusive anon idc <3 also wow i have 500 followers??? idk why you all followed me?? but thanks?? hi??

getting into the relationship

oh god

i see him with a friends to lovers thing where he either flirts with you from the moment he meets you or progressively begins to fall for you and is far to flustered to flirt because woah there why are you so beautiful

if its the former, then he’s probably gonna be ‘joking’ for the most part and you know this, so you two are just playfully flirting all the time until one day he realizes that he wants this to be REAL and panics

when you flirt the first time he’s flustered, because he’s really just not used to the same level of forwardness that he has himself, but after a while Sokka is gonna get used to it and he’ll just roll with it

but when he realizes he wants more? he’s gonna be flustered all over again, and he’s probably gonna flirt with you signifigantly less, which is gonna cause you to confront him, much to his dismay, because oh no he’s alone with you-

“oh! haha.. hey y/n. yeah i need to go sharpen my boomerang-”

“sokka that’s not something you can do.”

when you confront him, he’s probably gonna be honest with you and tell you how he feels because he really cares for you and just wants you to calm down because no he does n o t hate you

“do you hate me or something now?”

“uh.. it’s the opposite actually you see-”

if its the latter, he’s gonna go from really calm and chill around you, because of the friendly vibes and such like cracking jokes and such, to a complete and utter mess

you two are really close as friends and that isn’t something he wants to mess up but he’s definitely gonna confess at some point because he’s not one to bottle his emotions up and hates how weird things are between the two of you now that he’s realized he likes you

in general i see sokka as a mess around whoever he likes, until he comes to terms with the fact that he likes them, and this likely won’t take long, he’s pretty in tune with his emotions

he’s not gonna wanna ask you out at first, in all honesty, i see sokka’s whole confidence thing as a facade, because in actuality he has really low self esteem and genuinely sees himself as the “extra” member of team avatar because he lacks bending and everyone around him is so talented that he sometimes forgets he is literally super smart and makes all the plans that save their lives on the daily

just things you are too good for him, especially if you are a bender

if you start hinting that you like him too, he is initially gonna think it is a joke until you start getting bold and then it’s gonna hit him like everyone hits the cabbage man’s cart

i can see either of you confessing first, if Sokka does, he’s probably gonna be really bashful and flustered about it, but he’s also gonna try and act cool because thats like his trademark

if you confess first, he’s gonna be in shock temporarily, but then he’s gonna jump right into things because you like him BACK omgomgomgomg

he’s gonna wanna kiss you right after the confession, and it’ll probably backfire because he got really excited and ended up headbutting you and now you have a bruise forming on your head and a very apologetic sokka oops

in general, quickly recognizes his feelings and confesses shortly after, because he just hates the weird tension even if he thinks he’s the only one feeling it, even though hes NOT

during the relationship

a really attentive boyfriend, you will never feel neglected, he’s a very clingy person who gets intimate with you all the time, so if you like affection you got it

kissing him is nice, he’s good at it 10/10 recommend, always wants to hold you as close as possible, prefers a hand on your hip/lowerback and another on your face or neck to pull you closer

if you don’t like affection, he’ll express his love in other ways

for example, cooking, i see sokka as someone who can either cook REALLY well, or not at all. there is no in between.

genuinely just really wants to make you happy

the type to bully you if you’re in a relationship, pls bully him back, humble this man. he’s gonna roast you but he doesn’t really mean it okay, he’s just doesn’t want things to change between you

loves that his best friend is his lover, would not want it any other way

probably forgets to tell the gaang you are dating and like aang and toph are gonna catch you two kissing or smth and sokka’s just gonna be like oh hey guys and they are both like ???

"when did this happen?”

“wym lol”

if you two are together during the war, he’s gonna wanna be by your side like 24/7 because he does not want you to die, like this lowkey stresses him so much that he will subconsciously, when developing battle plans either put you in the safest possible spot or by his side, and its because he has literally lost so many people he’s care for and now he’s distressed

remind him that he matters and is important to the team, because he forget that sometimes and falls into a mood, where he’s all sad and stuff and it just makes you sad so like

tell him he matters, because he does, tell him he’s great even if he can’t bend, and tell him he is a fantastic and brilliant leader, this will serve as an ego boost though so be prepared to humble him

steal his hair ties and do all of us a favor okay, just steal them, burn them because no littering, just make sure he cannot find them! he will walk around with his hair down in confusion, searching for them before he starts the day

speaking of starting the day, you always wake up first, this man is not a morning person and needs his beauty sleep, definitely have a 17 step skin care routine, change my mind, he is big on self care and will make sure you participate with him because he cares about you

speaking of care he knows you so well since you are his s/o so if he notices something is up he will not hesitate to confront you, and will ask if you want solutions or just someone to listen to

prefers solving the problem though

back to mornings, um have fun waking up to sokka with his hair down that sounds HEAVENLY um

mild lok spoilers but sokka ends up chief, and gets involved in politics over time, so he kinda runs out of time for you a bit until he figures out how to organize his time better, then he gets kinda sad, but he still wants to take you out on dates as often as possible ok no more spoilers

so speaking of dates, sokka wants weekly dates, this is a must, does not care if it is a fancy restaurant, cooking at home, or a picnic. he loves picnics most though, and please notice how food is the common factor here

sokka would never cheat on you but if he did he would cheat with food

arguments aren’t rare, but they are mostly over dumb stuff and you both know its dumb stuff so for the most part its a joke, but sometimes someone takes things too far so then apologies are necessary

like actual argument arguments are mostly rare because sokka doesn’t wanna pick fights with you and he’s fairly passive unless he feels really strongly about something

he can be REALLY MEAN THOUGH AND PETTY like wow sokka will go days without talking to you because of a fight

he can and will apologize first when he realizes the toll its taking on your relationship, probably will apologize first

if you catch him being a misogynist put him in his place :)

he thinks you are hot when you are angry and might pick a fight with you just for that reason, pls make out with him

marriage n’ stuff

im still waiting for someone to explain what weddings are like guys please

anyways he’s gonna realize he wants to marry you when he nearly dies and is like wow life is really short also lets discuss him losing all the important people he’s loved in his life one more time, he does not want to lose you!!!

ever!!!

so he’s gonna nearly die and then be like i need to propose, like now, i cannot die without being married to the literal love of my life so i should do that literally the moment i get home instead of getting medical attention first

yeah he is the smart one, but he lacks common sense, so i hope you got a LOT of common sense. y’all do be sharing a braincell

stops by a ring shop place, and the moment he just feels like he saw the one, price does NOT matter he has purchased it and is now heading home to you

you on the other hand are PANICKING because what do you mean sokka just ran out of the hospital with no explanation and is nowhere to be found katara

what do you mean you thought he would be h e r e

yes katara went over to your house to see if sokka was there and he is not!!!

yet ;)

there is like a manhunt for sokka and he has yet to notice because mans has tunnel vision and as he opens the door to your shared apartment he does not expect to see a crying katara and oh no-

“SOKKA! YOU’RE NOT DEAD?!”

hes like of course im not dead what the hell

you’re seated standing next to Katara trying to console her when you see sokka and wow you are relieved to see he is not dead or kidnapped

“SOKKA DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW WORRIED I WAS-”

lol he’s kissing you to shut you up how cute, now leave katara you are infringing on an extremely pivotal moment of this relationship

honestly seeing you comforting his sister just makes him love you more and he kinda just wants to marry you 10x more now

you pull away from the kiss looking at him like what are you doing, and katara is like, “Sokka where the hell were you??? you have a stab wound???” and now you’re like WOAHWOAHWOAHWOAHWOAH

“stabbed? sokka you need medical attention-”

“to answer your question dear sister, i was getting a ring for your hopefully soon to be sister in law.”

“EXCUSE ME?” you are so confused, katara is confused and is now realizing that she was probably not supposed to be here

sokka is already dropping down onto one knee and pulling out the just bought ring as saying, “marry me!” now he’s high on adrenaline and pain has yet to hit him and he’s kinda just sitting there beaming up at you despite the blood seeping out of him at a rapid rate

“im sorry what?” thats katara girl be quiet they are trying to have a MOMENT

anyways you’re like, “sokka. hospital.”

and he’s like, “answer me first” and he’s giving you a weak lil smile as he realizes how stupid he was and he’s about to stand back up but you put a hand on his shoulder and just nod.

now he’s back to beaming so brightly, and he’s putting the ring on your finger and oh no- he’s passed out. is it from excitement or bloodloss? idk

he also might pass out before hearing you answer and then at the hospital you’re kinda sitting there like, “ARE YOU DUMB STUPID OR DUMB. YOU COULD HAVE DIED.”

and he’s like, “not without hearing your answer” <3<3 heart eyes emojis everywhere

alternatively, he is one of few people i could see having a public proposal, with lots of flowers, a band, fireworks, the whole nine yards

he’s gonna want it flashy

something probably goes wrong and he nearly cries but you say yes anyways and he throws a party after

anyways the actual wedding is preferably public, but if you want a more private one then he does what you want because he loves you most

he is gonna be very active in wedding planning, wants to try the foods and desserts and appetizers and everything especially. wants to do the weird stuff like picking napkins with you and flower arrangements and all that stuff i think this happens idk someone please inform me

this stuff just makes him fall in love with you more tbh, and he’s just so so sure he wants to marry you

his vows will make HIM cry, like he is going to cry when he sees you walk down the aisle, he’s going to cry when he reads his own vows, and he’s going to cry when you read your vows, it doesn’t matter if they are lowkey bad

makes jokes in his vows because he is a nerd but can barely reach the punchline because he is in tears

fr though he is just so happy to be marrying you and wow you look REALLY GOOD in whatever you are wearing um damn okay you really went off

married life with sokka is elite ngl, mans cooks for you, he probably cleans sometimes, but otherwise chores are fairly divided

he spoils you

overall sokka is a real great s/o and he gives you everything you deserve and yeah marry sokka 2020 everyone deserves a sokka

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sokka: @iammello

#sokka x reader #sokka x y/n #sokka x you #sokka #sokka atla x reader #atla sokka x reader #atla x reader #avatar the last airbender #lok #legend of korra

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(Please note I haven't read the comics.) Hello, good morning (at least where I'm from!) Or good afternoon or evening, I have brought to you some more Wuko headcanons and they are, drum roll please:

-The outside of their fridge is stacked with papers. (The inside of their fridge has, like, two eggs and a cartoon of milk, they need to go shopping.) Papers from Lin about the police department, recipes from Pema for airbender food, recipes from Grandma Yin for what to do with all the halfway-decent fruit from Lu's cart in Ba Sing Se she sends once a month, a NutTuk magnet, a landscape drawing of Republic City drawn by Meelo that he insisted go on top of all the other papers, an 'airbending scroll' drawn by Ikki that Wu and Bolin both agree just look like stickmen dislocating their stickjoints, a colorless sketch of BumJu that Jinora said they could gave the final picture of once it's done. (Probably didn't give it to Uncle Bumi because he'd gasp in horror and say "This isn't BumJu! This is a fire ferret!" And she'd either end up taking that to heart or starting a lecture about spirits.) Also on the fridge is a list of emergency contacts with Asami at the top.

-Their apartment isn't really decorated besides for the fridge. The only thing they have hanging up is Mako's badges and various awards from the police academy, Probending awards, and pictures of Team Avatar and Co. Some pictures, like the one Mako took of an off guard Bolin playing Pai Sho with the champ Pabu, get smushed up against the spirit vines growing outside their apartment complex. (Mako couldn't decide whether or not being the farthest away or closest to the Republic City portal was good or not until Korra AND Jinora lectured him about spirits and humans living in harmony, good spirits and bad spirits coexist, he can't remember the rest.) They have a radio that plays quiet, jazzy tunes Wu will dance to and sweep Mako in, it's right next to a science experiment they did with Meelo and Ikki (hypothesis: do plants from other nations grow faster than others? with each plant with different soil from each nation.) It's a simple life and a lot less suffocating than that of the Earth Kingdom, but it also has the Avatar and her engineer girlfriend, a lavabender, a rebirth of a nation, and 💖Mako💖

-That's not to say they don't go on adventures. They'll often accompany Tenzin and Pema to find airbenders, sometimes Kya and Jinora will join and Kya will tell embarrassing stories. Tenzin will come back with how they didn't talk to each other for months over fighting over Lin. Kya will then reply "What do you know you're the youngest" (which is so freaking funny) and Tenzin will just clench his jaw and change the subject. Once when this happened, he suggested signing songs and decided to start off with an "airbender song Father thought me." It was Secret Tunnel. Wu immediately pointed it out because he had learned some songs from Chong when they were in the Earth Kingdom and that it was more Earth Kingdom (specifically Omashu) origin than anything else. And Kya just starts cracking up at that and points out "Not everything Dad taught you was a secret airbender thing!" Tenzin was grumpy and silent for the rest of the ride. Ever since then Wu will quietly sing Secret Tunnel and it just makes him break out into a grin because, oh my god, airbenders are hilarious. Mako just melts at his singing, no matter it may be, and his big grin.

-Since Wu can't bend and it's something he feels insecure about, he decided to take up weaponary. He heard Tenzin's Uncle Sokka was a master at weapons and even had a space sword but, sadly, there were no cool outer space rocks to make into swords in Republic City. It's ok because he didn't really like the way a sword felt almost like it was tipping him foward because he didn't have balance, bow and arrows caused blisters on his hands and he needed aim anyway (shitty eyesight Wu rights), and boomerangs came back fast and knocked him backwards when he did catch them. Finally, he tried throwing daggers and they're much easier and don't require aim, just general area. He has a set of two throwing daggers, a green orietnal set with an Earth Kingdom symbol and badgermoles on the handle, and a practice set that Mako got for him. It has a simple wood handle and blade that constantly needs sharpning. The handle has a heart and a "M+W" carved into the handle. He first tried throwing them on the spirit vines until Jinora got upset, then Mako got him a dart board and they'll play knife darts. They've both gotten really good at throwing.

-Mako didn't get back into Probending because of his arm and he feels weirdly jealous when he sees Bolin with a bruise the size of a pizza pan on his stomach and Korra with healed burn scars on her arms. He knows he why he's upset and that's because he misses Probending and the exhilaration of it, and knowing why he's upset makes him more upset and it's a cycle; so sometimes when Wu catches him listening to the match while clenching and unclenching his jaw, he'll softly turn off the radio, run a hand gently up his sccared arm, tracing the scars like it's the Bayan-grove tree roots, telling him it's ok, there is bravery in your scars, and pick his hand up to kiss his knuckles. When it's really bad, like when he wakes up at night feeling filled with electricity and lightning and the power Ozai praised Azula for having and shaming Zuko for not, he'll open the window and point his scarred arm outside. Nothing happens. Nothing ever does, but he feels a little relieved and will go into the bathroom to wrap his arm up tight before going to bed again. Wu notices and leaves the window open while they sleep, sometimes wrapping his arm for him.

-Sorry for the angst, but now, please consider: them babysitting BumJu and it's a mess because what do spirits eat? And Korra, BumJu went into the Spirit World agai, is that normal? And Jinora how do you play with spirits, do you just chase them around or throw a stick?

Anyway that's all I got, have a great day!!!! 💖💖💖💖💖

OP all this is beautiful and well thought out. I especially like Wu using throwing daggers.

#answered #wuko #mako #king wu #prince wu

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ketchupqueenboiiii · 3 years

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Young Justice

A/N: Some cursing and poorly written fight scene. I will be making this a multichap fic, reposting it to its own work. Also name is a WIP.

@maribat-2k20

Whoosh.

Thump.

Clank-Clunk.

Repeat.

Happy Harbor doesn't make her very happy. But it doesn't make her that sad either. No different than New York City. But at least her Mama was there. The mother-daughter duo had made amends and Audrey invited Chloe to live with her in the city. It was nice, until Chloe got antsy. She itched to get out there and fight. But New York wasn't her turf and there were no bad guys to battle. Chloe also wasn't too keen on going to school in New York.

She was completely fine with video calling her Mari-bug, thank you very much. But even Mari saw that she needed to get back into the game.

"Bee, you can't have your only interaction being with your over-worked butler, your work-acholic mother, and your ex in Tibet." Mari's voice was hoarse from being out of breathe.

"You're just phrasing it weird. You're my best friend more than my ex. And Jean-Paul is not over-worked. He has off on Wednesdays and Sundays." Chloe responded flippantly and continued to file her nails on her sofa, which was placed right in front of the 85 inch flat screen mounted the wall of her room. She had linked her phone to the screen and webcam so she had a good view of her friend.

Mari gave her a unimpressed look while drying her head. She wore a pink sleeveless workout shirt with red flower designs sewn in and matching capris. She was also bald now. A guardian-in-training thing, Chloe was told when she first got the frantic call with the news. Her clothing choice was impressive since she lives in a temple in the mountains. Surrounded by snow.

"Chloe, you're lonely and you miss Sabrina. I can feel it from here." The pink clad girl said, before taking a sip from her matching water bottle.

"I'm not lonely, I have those trainers I practice with and I talk to Felix every now-" Chloe argued. But then was interrupted by her friend.

"You know, I think you should go to Happy Harbor, Rhode Island. And use Pollen and Stompp." She smiled as she cut off Chloe, tilting her head to the side with a content look on her face.

What. Chloe thought, head turning so fast to the screen she should have gotten whiplash.

"You should go. My instincts tell me that your gonna find something there. And as a Guardian-in-training, my instinct is usually right." Apparently Chloe said that thought out loud.

"Mari, I can't just leave. Mama has work in the city-" Chloe tried.

"Stop with the excuses, Chlo. Audrey has a headquarters in Happy Harbor, so she could just move her work there." Damn her preparedness and reasoning. Chloe stayed silent as she glared at her friend, even though it hasn't had an effect on Mari since they were ten-year-olds.

"And lucky for you, I already called Audrey to confirm it and she agrees that it's a good idea." Mari does a little dance, smirking with a wiggle of her shoulders and eyebrows. Fucking dammit, Mari-bug.

"I'll give it a chance." Chloe grumbles, a little peeved.

"Then get packing, honeybee, 'cause your leaving in three days."

Sometimes Chloe can't believe she still listens to her Bug's crazy plans.

Running across the roof tops in the middle of town. How inconspicuous. Was Mari trying to get her captured?

Now Chloe just felt stupid. She opened the screen of her top and prepared to arrange for another call with Mari when she felt a shift in the air. Someone was approaching, but she couldn't see anyone there. That wouldn't mean much though, since she had experience with invisible enemies.

Enemies, really? Even in death, you show her no respect. Sabrina should have-

Opponents. Invisible opponents. Chloe steadied her breath and banished the thoughts for another time. Faking ignorance, she tapped randomly on her top's screen.

The invisible entity came closer. And closer. Just a little closer. Almost within reach.

She grabbed a horn from her headset that doubled as a weapon and swung at the mysterious invisible person in one smooth motion. She grinned in satisfaction when she felt it hit something and heard it yelp in surprise. Or pain. Either was good.

Chloe looked over in time to see a green-skinned red-head girl lying on the ground, clearly disoriented by her surprise attack. Chloe's smile fell a bit when she envisioned a different red-head in her place, one much more familiar, thought only for a moment.

A memory of her faults and another thing that she lost.

She was quickly thrown out of her spiral when she saw two boys fall from out of a random place in the sky. Her instinct was to catch them and moved to do so before she saw the insignias on their chests.

"M'gann!" They yelled, probably because of the girl on the ground. Also, ever heard of code names?

Both boys wore a different emblem on their chests. After focusing on them, she recognized them to be the ones worn by the Superman and the Flash. So they must be their sidekick squad. The girl was probably Martian Manhunter's apprentice, since green skin and invisibility.

The boy with the Superman logo glared at her as a red and yellow blur came at her. The Flash's sidekick probably. And damn did whatever he did to her stomach sting.

Good thing she's an expert on stings. Her inner Adrikins was beside themselves laughing while every other part of her wanted to shake her head in exasperation.

Fighting a speedster was like fighting blind. Not something she particularly excelled at. All she could do was dodge as best as she could, which meant getting hit every eighth strike.

Chloe planted her feet and recalled everything Mari had told her during her probation and training period. Mari may not have been properly trained then, but she learned the ropes fast enough to teach everyone else;

"Every team's bound to have some variation of these core members. You need to be able to identify them. The heavy-hitter.

Probably Super-kid. For her, sometimes it was Adrien and others it was Rose using Stompp.

The strategist.

Redhead One or Redhead Two? Definitely not. Speedy over their just ran up to her and kept whooping her, it didn't seem like he had any other objective. And Mari, duh.

The one light on their feet.

Redhead Flash, obviously.

With the power of subjection, you must incapacitate the biggest threat. To you, the people, a team member, or the entire mission.

Looks like Redhead Flash is getting stung today. Serves him right, that hit was gonna bruise.

"Venom." She thinks, and thrusting her stinger-armed hand into where she predicted the boy would be. And she's right he comes to a complete stop, and, to her amusement, the momentum of his running caused him to face plant into the ground with a crack. His wrist probably, since a venom kept you from intentionally moving but allows movement by external forces.

Namely gravity and the concrete of the rooftop.

"Kid!" Exclaimed a young voice, probably from the figure falling from where the Redhead Flash and Super-kid fell from.

Super-kid helped up Redhead One and turned back to glare at Chloe again. She just smirked and armed herself with a top in her left hand and a horn in the other. To be honest, it look like an escrima stick.

A silent challenge hung in the air, each daring the other to move first. Though it actually gave her time to think up a plan. The most practical thing would be to jump off the side of the building, making it look like a retreat and then swing in to take him from behind. Yeah, that should work.

Chloe made a scene of contemplating fighting and running away, narrowing her eyes in thought. She ran to the edge of the roof top and jumped, briefly loosing herself to the nostalgia. Of the wind in her face and the adrenaline in her veins. It's been way too long since the last time she felt felt them.

She threw her top at the ledge of the roof, willing it to change into a grapple and swung her legs routinely. After doing this exact maneuver countless times before, she instinctively moved with just the right amount of force at just the right time. They used to call it the 'Mari Go Round', named after the girl who taught her the tact and the American nickname for a carrousel. Also because the swing takes you in a full circle.

Chloe straightened her legs in preparation to slam into his back, hopefully pushing him of the side of the building or at least give him some kind of injury with her heels. But he turned at the last minute and smacked her out of the air with his forearm. The bruise forming on her leg tells her that he has both super strength and invulnerability, since normal human strength wouldn't have sent so far and normal human arms would have broken if they tried to pull that trick.

The newest guest started throwing stuff at her. So Chloe quickly rose and jumped to the next building. She needed time to think.

Chloe wasn't here to fight the heroes, she here because Mari told she'd find something here. Maybe a lost miraculous, or guardian artifact. Or maybe someone-

"Boo." The young voice happily said, followed by giggles.

"Merde!" She shrieked, throwing one of her own boomerang weapons at the voice. Her eyebrows furrowed when she heard the unsatisfying noise of them imbedding themselves in the concrete.

She heard a fwuop and whoosh noise from the sidekick squad's direction, directly behind her. Not a good move on her part. She turned her head to see a net and inch from her face, leaving no room or time for escape. She hit the ground with a thud, unable to get up due to the weight of the net. It likely was made for non-human threats. Not that Chloe wasn't human, but she was magically enhanced and that made her a lot stronger than one.

She felt hands pick her up and set her into a kneeling position, unknowingly giving her an advantage. She quickly broke off the heel of her boot and hid it in her hand. They surrounded her, but were weirdly silent. They made faces at each other, like one would to convey emotion into words.

Redhead One tried to touch her forehead, and Chloe definitely wasn't having that. She summersaulted backwards into Super-kid, successfully knocking him down and allowing her to cut some of the net with the sharp side of her heel. Her legs were free now, and as she multi-tasked cutting the rest of the net, and dodging what ever the new guy was throwing at her and the now flying Redhead One, she ran and jumped as safely as she could.

Who was she trying to kid, that's what she'd tell Mari when this was over. Literally none of the stuff she does is safe.

Chloe landed on a roof top the one they fought on and she was so close to getting the stupid weighted-net off her. As she finished cutting the last bit of the net and she reached for her top, she was bound again. This time by a... rope? Something like her weapon, just it was without a top or yoyo at the end and was... gold.

Oh, fuck.

#maribat #maribatmarch #maribat march #cloekon #that is the ship name #you can't convince me otherwise #unless it's better #i never liked M'gann but I won't bash her #but she will she slightly salted on #i've hated her for trying to mind control kon #it was a violation and they didn't need to get back together #literly none of that was his fault #and then not telling him about conspiring in the batcave #and then guilting him into apologizing for getting mad at her for it #even though truth and shit is the flour of a relationship cake #so what im saying is #canon conner x megan is bad cake

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