#anyways survived my meetings + made sure no one said anything that would make my workload stupid complicated

[har-rison-s]

tell me i'm good | coryo snow x fem!reader

a/n: ohmygod you guys why did this take me like almost 3 weeks....... mnadfahsdf anyways um this might be like the last chapter idk ???!!!! what would you guys like me to do.... cos im kinda losing my grip on coryo rn, im at the end of my tbosas copy and im just so disgusted w him idek ???? but uhh yeah. sorry i'm a bit of a mess lately. i did have some little things i could be including in further writings, like y/n meeting tigris, or y/n reuniting w coryo after he returns from 12, but there's not much material for like whole chapters, idk. hope you at least enjoy this and let me know if u guys have any ideas!! happy reading <3

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word count: 4.2k

themes: little angst, smut

warnings / disclaimers: smut, fingering, praise, sorta sub!coryo cos that's what i live for. coryo has a praise kink, sue me

gif credit goes to author / owner &lt;3

usually Coriolanus would feel unease in a rich family’s home, like y/n’s was. unease because he felt like he belonged there, in homes like that, but he didn’t exactly deserve to. the snow name had fallen to ruin and bankruptcy because of district twelve, and they’d been living in hunger with barely any money since then. it had made Coriolanus lose the confidence he wanted to regain, about himself and the way he carried his family name. 

he always put on a certain stance and grace when walking into homes like this, a way that would never make the hosts doubt he came from a place any different than this. being in homes like this made him feel ashamed of his living conditions. he was grateful towards Tigris for putting in her efforts to upkeep their home, but he could never escape the fact that this wasn’t how they were supposed to live, it gnawed at him day and night. and when he was in homes like this, Coriolanus felt uneasy because his home was nothing like these ones.

but when it was just him and y/n in her shower, her bathroom and her bedroom, he felt none of that unease or shame. he did feel a little envious, but that’s where it ended. the other spiteful and loathing feelings he usually felt were gone. perhaps it was just her effect on him that did it, but he felt like admitting that would make him vulnerable. he knew it, just didn’t want to admit to himself. to her – always. he couldn’t hide her effect on him if he tried.

the one difference he realized between her home and his was that the outside world was completely quiet here. from the snow penthouse Coriolanus could hear street noises – rats, people, cars, trams. grandma’am’s singing was really the worst of the noises, but that was a different case. it almost spooked him how quiet it was here. he liked it. lying beside y/n in her bed, both of them wearing pyjama shirts and underwear, he glanced at her reading a book that looked older than anything he’d seen before.

“i thought most books were burned in the war, or even in the old world,” Coryo admitted to her and watched as corners of y/n’s lips tugged into a gentle smile at that. she had her back against the headboard, and could look down at Coryo. she didn’t, her eyes were still on the tiny words printed on the pages.

“they were,” she said, “my mother got only three as a gift when she was a kid. they were her most prized possessions, she always had them with her.” y/n sighed. “they survived the war, it seems, and everything else, and joined my father’s library.” she finally looked at him and smiled. she closed the book, but not without leaving a bookmark where she had stopped, and shoved it onto her nightstand. she shut off the light and slid to lay beside Coryo. her hand under her pillow, she looked at him moving to lay on his side to face her, tucking his hands under his pillow, too. she smiled and Coryo mirrored that, too. 

“grandma’am has some books at home,” he said to her, “but i’m sure she hasn’t touched them in ages,” he added and made y/n laugh. 

“do you think Lucy Gray has books at home?” y/n asked suddenly, and Coryo’s expression changed. he’d completely forgot about her until y/n mentioned her just now. she was still in the arena, hiding from Coral and the others. y/n looked into his eyes as the motions changed in the blue of them. “her songs do sound like ones from a book,” she added in an innocent voice, still waiting for any sort of answer from Coryo.

he huffed. “they sure do,” he replied quietly, shortly, “but they’re her own. at least the ones she’s sang so far,” he said then and looked down between him and y/n. 

“i really loved the one she sang when you were supposed to have your interview,” y/n admitted, “the very first words, something about when she was younger, she fell into hollers and now when she’s a girl, she fell into that mystery boy’s arms. those really touched my heart,” she said with a smile and still looked to Coryo. he shyly looked into her eyes, “made me think of you.” she all but mumbled quietly. 

he made a half-smile. “really?” he asked and she confirmed with a nod. 

“sounds like me and Lucy Gray were both angry little ladies when we were younger,” y/n said and rolled over onto her back, “i certainly was. gave my parents and the babysitters pains,” she sighed, “i do regret being hard on them, but i never regret anger that i had, whatever it might have been about.” she turned her head to Coryo, who had suspected that she’d turned away from him all together by laying on her back now. but she didn’t turn away. just felt shy. “mother used to say there would never be a boy who liked me if i was always this angry,” y/n said and hummed quietly. 

“well, she was wrong,” Coryo immediately said and reached a hand out to stroke her delicate cheek, “i like you, and not just because you’re angry, but it’s a good characteristic to have,” he said and it made y/n turn to lay on her side to face him again, a smile on her face. he did like her anger, it showed courage. but it unnerved him sometimes, just like Sejanus did when he spoke up against teachers, dr Gaul or anyone else higher standing. y/n and Sejanus could both get into serious trouble just by being themselves. oh, but isn’t it fun, Coriolanus, to have such strong, different people around you?

“that will prove her wrong when we tell her about us,” y/n said in a hopeful voice, and Coryo nodded before he could respond otherwise. he wanted to give her a smile, but instead he gave her the ghost of one, his thoughts slithering away elsewhere. 

“do you think... it’s good arms that you’re falling into? my arms?” he asked, wondering the worth of those lyrics to her. and his worth to her, and overall. she’d practically just admitted that she had fallen into his arms, into him, so he had to know. he had his anxieties about what he did in the arena not too many hours ago, about what it could mean, what it could change, who would find out. now that his mind wasn’t entirely preoccupied with other things and she had reminded him about Lucy Gray, Coriolanus’ thoughts ran wild again. 

y/n put her hand on his cheek and stroked her thumb over his pearly skin. she wasn’t sure about her answer. believing Coryo was good was different than him actually being good, and she’d always believed her own good thoughts of people who weren’t entirely good rather than seeing them for who they truly were and accepting that. she knew Coryo wasn’t perfect, not really, under the surface, and sometimes he made very strange compromises. but not to her. he’d always been good to her. “i think so,” she said finally, quietly, “you’re good to me.”

he shook his head, and her hand moved to his lips and then back to his cheek again. Coryo felt a surge of euphoria at her fingers against his lips. “i try to be, but...” he looked into her eyes, “i don’t know if i am good.” he admitted and y/n’s eyes gave him a puzzled glance. “i couldn’t tell you before, but,” he took a deep breath, “i killed one of the tributes. in the arena.” he finally said, no distractions, no avoiding the subject, just straight-forward truth. laying himself and his actions out in the open. 

y/n’s eyebrows puzzled, then drew together as her eyes searched all over, then looked to a spot between her and Coryo. he’d killed someone. he’d killed a kid and then just gone to her home and... without telling her about it. truly, he was in shambles when she saw him, and could hardly get a word out, but... she took her hand away and curled it under her pillow. she felt used. she didn’t look at him, though Coryo wanted to beg her to do so, to say anything, do anything. anything other than this silence. 

“did you come here with... those intentions? did you want to just... sleep with me and then go back to your home?” she asked him finally, all kinds of thoughts were racing through her mind. “like i’m just some...” profanities circled her mind.

Coryo shook his head at her voiced assumptions and scooted closer to her under her covers. he’d made her upset, but not in the way he’d anticipated. girls do have a different view of everything, they really do. “no, no, it wasn’t like that at all,” he told her. wasn’t it? “i didn’t want to go home,” he said, “i just ran and ran until i recognized your house and... i just knew it was the right place to be. i couldn’t be with anyone else, y/n,” he almost pleaded. she gave him a glance.

“and what then? i wasn’t inviting you to do all these things to me, with me,” she said, suddenly feeling nauseaus from the thoughts she was having, the assumptions that clouded her mind and swam into her words, “you wanted to.”

“i did want to, and no, it wasn’t—ugh,” Coryo turned to lay on his back, “i just couldn’t bring myself to tell you then. you-you’re where i feel the safest. and... you are irresistible to me, as i’ve said before.” he turned to lay on his side again, where y/n had pulled into herself more, her arms around her own frame, eyes staring blankly into her bedding. “you’re not just someone to me, i would never use you like that,” Coryo assured her, and y/n looked into his eyes finally. he felt relief, if only momentary. she’d looked at him, at least, “i couldn’t even tell you what you mean to me. too much, is what you mean to me.”

he offered her a smile, but she just looked back at him. “so what we did wasn’t just a distraction for you?” she asked in a quiet voice, and Coryo shook his head, happy they were on the same page finally. 

“no, y/n, it meant the world to me,” he told her, “and so do you.” he promised and managed that smile again. she believed him. she didn’t care that it could make her a fool later – that was later, and not now. now she was his world, she was his solace, his comfort, his safe place. “i love you,” Coryo said. didn’t i tell you that already? he searched her eyes and she nodded, finally. 

“i love you, too,” she said back and Coryo held her face in his hands with her silent permission, “i just wish i could know what goes on in that head of yours,” she admitted, though fearing it may make Coryo lock himself up and never say a word to her again. some would call knowing what the other is thinking an invasion of privacy, but she didn’t see it that way, and neither did Coryo.

“i wonder the same thing about you,” he admitted back and y/n raised her eyebrows momentarily at that statement, a little surprised, though she was glad to hear that he felt the same way, “i never want to make you feel worthless to me, y/n, i—”

she shook her head, “you can’t really control that,” she pointed out.

“but i want to try,” he said, and thought that it would be best if he could control every aspect of how she felt about him or what he made her feel. her anxieties were out of his hands, but he wanted them to go away, and wanted to do his best for her to not have them at all. not plant the seeds for those anxieties. 

“tell me about it,” she urged him after again shaking her head gently at him. she tucked her face closer to his, “did you do it for Lucy Gray?” she asked and looked up into his eyes again.

“well, yes,” he answered, “but he would have killed me and Sejanus, too. it was...”

“self-defense?” she asked and Coryo nodded. “they sent you in there after him and didn’t even provide protection.” protection from who? kids who have been pushed out into an arena, onto a stage, and told to perform and survive? 

“that was the catch, yes,” Coryo said, “he ran after us, though he was limping, and attacked us. i didn’t...” he gulped and looked down, “i didn’t want to hurt him, but... i felt something, and i... couldn’t stop.” y/n looked into his eyes. “i don’t feel... i don’t think i’m the same anymore.”

y/n pulled him into an embrace, his head against her chest, damp curls tickling her neck, and held him tightly. it was almost like cradling him, so gently, comfortingly, offering her solace. she didn’t know what to say to him, what words to offer. it seemed they’d all ran out. the smart-mouth y/n had nothing to say for the first time in her life. 

“do you still think i’m good?” Coryo asked quietly, his voice muffled. y/n sighed, her eyelids fluttering, eyes turning glassy as no doubt Coryo’s were too, she could hear his voice on the whiny, sob tone. he needed comfort, reassurance.

“i think you can be,” she told him her honest thoughts quietly, despite knowing it wasn’t a direct answer to his question. Coryo gulped and pulled back, just to look at her, just to hold her, too. 

“tell me i’m good,” he pleaded and took her face in his hands again. y/n felt confused, and looked at him with eyes very much expressing that, but couldn’t stop herself from what she said next. 

“you’re good,” she assured in an unsure voice, and was taken aback by Coryo kissing her. hard, sudden, urgent, desperate. she could hardly draw breath, his teeth were clashing against hers, lips hungry on hers, tongue licking at her teeth, the inside of her mouth, hungry, starving, desperate, “you’re good.” she said again, still sounding unsure but less than the first time. Coryo whimpered into her mouth at her words, he felt himself twitch beneath the fabric of his loaned pyjama pants. seriously? he asked himself at first. but then, this is good. this is doing something good for you. listen to her, “you’re good, Coryo,” y/n gasped into his mouth. she could feel him against her inner thigh now that their bodies were intertwining again. Coryo moved his lips to her neck, nipping, licking, softly biting, suckling at her skin, drawing out the most delicious of noises out of her, only making himself more desperately aroused from it, more desperate for her, “Coryo, you’re...” she couldn’t even finish her sentence as she writhed in his hold, her hands grasping at the skin under his shirt, fingers teasingly slipping between his hot skin and the elastic of his pyjama pants. 

“say it,” he reminded her in a whisper, a request in the disguise of a whine. Coryo grinded his hips against y/n’s, drove his growing length against her cunt, and found warmth there immediately. y/n almost cried out her next words, the heat between her and Coryo making her nearly as desperate as him. desperate for each other, like bitches in heat.

“you’re so good, Coryo,” she squeezed out and pushed her hips up against his. she put her hands on his chest and pushed him back on the bed, his back on her soft-as-ever pillows, and his eyes looking up at her. she just adored the sight of him like this, but couldn’t hold herself away from kissing him, stopping her short adoration of him. he needed her. he needed her support. so she’d give him that. she had always been ready to do that. take care of him. she’d done that in another way time and time over already.

she took his hand and pushed it in her pyjama bottoms, and Coryo groaned, relishing at touching her at her most vulnerable part again, this ever-inviting slick warmth that was all his to touch, to please, to discover. 

“touch me, Coryo,” she breathed onto his lips, and he nodded in half a second. so compliant, so obedient, doing what he’s told. afraid for what may come if he doesn’t. afraid of the chaos that comes for not following orders. always melting like chocolate under her hot touch, compliant to her. his fingers ran through her folds, covered in slick, making her gasp and arch her back, hair in the air. Coryo watched her in awe, in adoration. she was a goddess above him. assuring him he was good, telling him what to do, listening to him, falling apart under his touch, such an effortlessly beautiful girl. he had lucked out. Coryo kept his eyes on her face as he pushed two of his fingers inside her walls. it made y/n sigh and shudder in relief, he was delicate on her soreness, like balm on a bruise, “Coryo,” she moaned and felt his fingers curl inside of her, making her eyes roll back into her head, “fuck, you’re so good for me, Coryo.” 

he nodded again, eyelids fluttering and lips stretching into a smile. her words and noises fed his ego and flattered his heart that so longed for words of praise and recognition. they also made his hard-on grow in his pyjama pants, and he felt kind of shameful for it. he grazed her walls with his fingertips and felt how it made her shudder sitting above him, her cunt squeezing him in, her thighs tightening around his hips—locked in. Coryo moaned, he felt his hand between his clothed, growing erection and her cunt, and it was the perfect squeeze. her warmth pressing against his own, pulling him in. he pumped his fingers faster inside her, delicious sounds from her cunt going straight to his erection.

“Coryo,” y/n mewled and rocked her hips on his hand. he could tell she was desperate, and that meant she was close, too. she was nearly crying, her soreness from before joining the immense pleasure Coryo was providing, “be good for me and make me come, Coryo, please,” she half-pleaded, half-commanded, and Coryo nodded again, beyond turned on but still so focused. his other hand reached around her hips and pushed a splayed palm on the small of her back, pushing her core more into his hand, down onto his length. y/n groaned and gasped for him, but she took his hand and guided it up her pyjama shirt, over her breast, and made him squeeze the flesh of it. that made her whimper and only yearn for her release more. she was oh-so-close, about to fall over that sweet edge for the second time that night. 

Coryo pulled his trump move of pressing a digit against her clit and ground his hips up against hers again, trying to maintain a rhythm, and knew that was it, he could feel the difference in her body immediately. she jerked, and her thighs trembled—she was so sensitive still—and she drew ragged breaths. y/n collapsed on top of Coryo as she came, uttering his name under her breath, and he drew his hand from under her shirt to wrap it around her frame to just make her feel his ever-long support. her hair in his face, they were both gasping for air, skin on skin, and Coryo didn’t even realise until he felt not just her wetness on his fingers, but his own under his hand, soaking through his pyjama pants, that he’d come, too. he hardly even felt it, unlike that first time just a mere hour or two ago. his cheeks blushed a bright pink on his pale skin and he tremendously, though stupidly, hoped she wouldn’t notice. 

but when she kissed his cheek and his neck after regaining herself, he sort-of forgot about the little detail, melting into her affections on him. “Coryo, you did so good for me,” y/n quietly praised him and then raised her head to look at him. he shyly looked into her eyes and managed a smile in response. what she did next surprised him immensely. she reached her hand into her pyjama pants and gathered her own white honeydew liquid on her fingers and then drew that hand of hers to Coryo’s own lips, “taste me,” she breathed with a compelling spell on her tongue that had Coryo not even thinking twice before he did as he was told. 

she slid her fingers in-between his pretty bow lips, watching it happen with hungry eyes all the while, and Coryo welcomed her digits with delight. his tongue swirled around her fingers as he sucked her liquid off them, and moaned at the taste of her, all the while keeping his eyes on hers. she grinned faintly, just adoring the sight of her fingers in his mouth, his messy curls and pink cheeks. y/n leaned down close to his face and pulled her fingers out slowly, his tongue following right after them. she trailed her fingers across his lips, tracing their edges and corners as Coryo parted them wider, she looked onto him with insatiable hunger, turning him into a complete puddle under her. she kissed his lips with her hand across his cheek, thumb digging into the corner of his lips, right in the middle of her kisses. it turned Coryo on again, even though he deemed it impossible. 

“how am i?” y/n asked quietly with a smile on her lips, and Coryo returned the expression. 

“sweet like sugar,” he told her the absolute truth, making y/n smile wider. he lightly bit into her thumb as he looked up at her, “we both need to change pyjama pants,” he said quietly, suddenly shy. y/n looked down at between them, which was the last thing Coryo wanted her to do, but the look on her face assured him altogether. 

“oh, Coryo, that’s alright,” she assured him about his accident and caressed his cheek with her hand, bearing the sweetest face of all as she looked at him, “don’t be sorry.” she pleaded and Coryo nodded with a true smile on his pink bow lips. he clearly enjoyed listening to her telling him what to do, and had no problem obeying her. “we’ll find some in the laundry room. but after that we’re really going to bed,” she said, and he nodded again, “you do need your rest for tomorrow.” 

right, tomorrow. the games were still on, and Coryo was required to attend. he should be walking into Heavensbee hall high and proud—if no one had killed Lucy Gray during the night, of course—acting his best and looking his best, pretending like there was not a scratch on him. another day, another act. though, could he really hide something like what he’d done tonight from the whole world? they were watching, for sure.

“will you be there with me, tomorrow?” he asked as y/n pulled him up from the bed, and she looked up at him with a special glint in her eyes. she could cry at his earnest question. he wanted her there. maybe her little fantasy of them walking into Heavensbee hall hand in hand finally could become reality. they’d kept up the casual classmate relationship appearance to everyone else so far, no one even suspected a thing of the slightest bit of friendship between them. it should be pretty obvious, but their classmates proved otherwise.

y/n squeezed his hand hard in hers and gave him the biggest smile, “of course i will,” she assured him, “if you want me to be there, with you, in front of everyone.” she pointed out and seemed to be asking him a question without actually asking him.

Coryo realized then that this night between them had changed everything. especially this last intimate exchange, but he didn’t exactly know why. it just had changed his whole attitude towards her and their secret friendship that had recently turned into a relationship. he didn’t even care that anyone knew now, in fact – he wanted to show her off to the whole world, he wanted them all to know that he was with her, that he had landed her, that he belonged to her. that was with him, that she loved him, that they loved each other. nothing else mattered to him, really. he forgot about the rest of the world when he was with her.

“i do want that, yes,” Coryo told her with pride on his face, “i want them all to see us.” he said simply, but implied much more, his eyes expressing conviction and charisma, and he made y/n smile wide. smile like she was the happiest girl in the world. with Coryo, she might just be that.

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Can you do a pedri x gf!reader imagine where she’s with him during all of The Residency shoot & sees that the girl social media worker has been getting a little too close for comfort. Gf tries to stay calm the whole time until she finally snaps & then she thinks pedri is gonna be upset at her but he’s actually really turned on by the fact that she’s territorial of him

A/n: I changed it up a bit as I don’t usually write stuff like this so I hope it’s ok

WC: 2.1k

Yesterday afternoon Pedri asked me to go with him to his shoot with the residency today because he gets a bit awkward when on camera so he wanted me to be there so there was a familiar face in the room. Of course I agreed to go as I always love spending time with him and I think it's sweet that he wants me there but I'm definitely a little bit nervous too. I have always been really anxious about meeting new people so to be in a room full of them is a bit nerve wracking for me but I am going to be there for Pedri and I'm sure everything will be fine.

This morning Pedri had training which he brought me to as well because we had to go to the shoot right after. I haven't been to one of his training sessions in a long time so it was nice to see the whole team as I get on with them all really well. Getting to talk to the guys before we had to leave relaxed me as I remembered meeting them all and being so nervous but I survived and now we are all good friends so I will be fine with meeting the crew for the shoot. They all knew where we were going so they told us to have fun and Robert told me to make sure I enjoy myself as he knows how anxious I get. Pablo also sent me a smile which didn't need any words with it as I knew what he was trying to say. 

On the drive Pedri kept me talking about anything other than the shoot and he held my hand tightly to keep me distracted which he is very good at. Once we arrived the crew all came outside to greet us and Pedri got out the car first to say hi before opening my door for me and introducing me to everyone. My anxiety faded quite quickly as everyone was so lovely and they were more interested in Pedri which meant I was able to just blend into the background and take some time to calm down. We all went inside and Pedri got his hair done while someone else explained everything they would be doing which started off with a live stream and then they wanted him to film some TikToks which I just know Pedri will hate. 

"Amor do you want to be on camera?" Pedri asked 

Our relationship is semi public so people know we are together but we don't often post with each other only on special occasions. Most pictures of us together are taken by other people as I don't like to put myself out there too much as I only ever get hate anyway. So being part of a live stream isn't really up my alley but I don't mind if I'm seen in the background.

"I would prefer to not be but I don't mind being seen in the background" I said 

"Thats ok we can keep you out of shot" one of the men there said 

"Thank you" I said 

Once Pedri was ready they got everything up and started the live stream so I sat out of the shot but somewhere were I could still see what was going on. Things started off simply as they got Pedri to play some fifa which he does a lot at home so that made him more relaxed and I could tell he was starting to really enjoy himself. Whenever he scored he looked over in my direction to see my reaction like he does when we are at home so I gave him a big smile which he returned. After the game they made him do karaoke which even I've never seen before as he refuses every time we go out, it was so hard not to laugh at him but I held back my laughter as not to disrupt anything. 

The next thing on the list was a Q&A but most of the questions were things I've heard him answer a million times so I kind of lost focus and started paying attention to other things. As I was doing so I noticed the girl that's part of the team getting rather close to Pedri. I'm used to seeing things like this as fans quite often get close to Pedri or other girls when we go out places but they never go too far so it doesn't really bother me. This girl however was already getting on my nerves as she was constantly staring at him like not taking her eyes off of him. She was also sat really close to Pedri and I could tell he was feeling uncomfortable with her so close but she didn't take the hint, if anything she got closer to him. 

Now that I've noticed it I have found myself constantly looking and getting more annoyed by the second. The girl then touched his hand which he instantly moved out the way but I could feel the jealousy and anger coursing through my veins. I'm not one for confrontation in fact I would usually do anything to avoid it but this girl was really getting on my nerves. She was touching my man right in front of my face without a care in the world which is driving me insane. I know Pedri would never even entertain this on any normal day but today he can't do anything without looking like an asshole in front of thousands of fans on the livestream which is so unfair as this girl is definitely taking advantage of that. If it were possible there would definitely be steam coming out of my ears but it's not so instead I can feel my cheeks heating up in anger. 

Eventually after what felt like hours of torture the livestream ended and Pedri was finally able to escape that girl and come over to where I was sat. He sat next to me and put his arm loosely around my waist which made me feel a whole lot better. As much as I hate what this girl is doing Pedri has done nothing wrong and I need to remember that he loves me not this other girl. Having him by my side made me feel so much better as all of his attention was on me and not on that other girl and he was telling me how he is actually willing to do karaoke with me now. We were having a good time and he was just about to kiss me when the girl came over and rudely interrupted by telling Pedri that they had to get back to filming now. He whispered that he was sorry and the look in his eyes told me that he felt bad but it didn't stop the anger building up in me again. 

She dragged him away from me and outside so I had to follow behind and find somewhere to sit but everywhere I went to sit she made someone move to get in my way. In the end I gave up and just sat on my phone but I made sure to keep an eye on what was going on as I'm no fool so I'm not taking my eyes off that girl. Having my eyes on her made absolutely no difference as she was getting more and more touchy by the second. Instead of just asking Pedri to move to where he was needed she put her hands on his chest and I swear I saw her drag her hand down his abs but that could just be the jealousy taking over.

The longer I was sat there watching the more I felt like I had to do something. My last boyfriend cheated on me because I was too soft and I just let him go out with all these girls because I trusted him but I'm not going to let that happen again. I trust Pedri I really do but I'm not going let some girl take advantage of that he's my boyfriend and she needs to be respectful of that and leave him alone. As they were filming I was thinking about all the outrageous things I could do to put this girl in her place most of which were absolutely crazy and would probably get me arrested and definitely ruin Pedri's reputation but then I thought of a great idea that wasn't too much but got my message across. 

As if the world was reading my mind they stopped filming to take a quick break, I didn't need telling twice so I put my plan into action. I got myself up and wandered over to Pedri with a level of sass I don't think I've ever reached before in my life but it felt great. I walked straight over to Pedri and put my hand on his chest as I stood in front of him which took him by surprise as I don't think I've ever acted like this in my life let alone around him. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that the girl was staring at the both of us so I put the rest of my plan into action and got on my toes to kiss Pedri. He was still in shock so I was able to kiss him more passionately which helped me release some of the anger I was feeling and it was definitely annoying the girl which is a huge bonus. 

After I pulled away Pedri smiled at me and pressed another kiss to my lips before the girl said they were going to start filming again so I walked away and went back to my position on the outside chair. As I sat down my rush of adrenaline dissipated and along with it went all the extra confidence I had just gathered leaving me feeling awful about what I just did. I'm really not one to do something like that and I'm not really sure why I did it, I mean it's not like Pedri was paying any attention to this girl and we won't ever see her again so it doesn't matter if she was touchy or not. Guilt flowed through my body as I realised that in the heat of the moment I made a stupid decision that probably doesn't paint me in the best light if someone were to tell the story without my side. Jealousy is such an ugly emotion and I can't believe I let myself get carried away with it Pedri probably thinks I'm some psycho now as he's never seen me act in such a way in the whole time we've known each other. 

For the rest of the shoot I just sat quietly letting my thoughts take over so when it was finally time for us to leave I politely thanked all the crew and said goodbye before getting out of there as quickly as humanly possible. I was silent on the drive home too as I was still feeling bad about overreacting like that and trying to think of what I could say to Pedri to apologise for embarrassing him in front of a brand he works with. When we arrived home I went straight inside to start making dinner as I feel like I need to do something nice for Pedri to help him forgive me for acting like a crazy woman. 

"Amor is everything ok?" Pedri asked

"Yeah everything's fine" I replied bluntly 

"Come on I know somethings up you were so quiet on the drive home, if it's that girl I promise I would've done more to push her away if I could but I only love you you know that right" he said 

"It's not that I feel awful for acting the way I did" I admitted 

"What do you mean?" He asked 

"The way I kissed you just to get her to back off I shouldn't have done that because it just makes you look bad but I just got so carried away with my jealousy that I couldn't stop myself I'm sorry" I said 

"There's no need to be sorry baby you didn't do anything wrong you just kissed me which you're allowed to do plus I thought it was hot the way you wanted to show her I'm yours" he said 

"Really you didn't think it was too much" I questioned 

"No I loved it you're so hot when you get jealous plus that kiss was amazing 10/10 I might have to make you jealous again so you'll kiss me like that" he joked 

"Please don't do that I can kiss you like that without being jealous" I said 

"Well go on then" he smirked 

#pedri gonzalez imagine #pedri imagines #pedri imagine #pedri #pedri gonzalez imagines #pedri x reader

[team7-headquarter]

ABOUT THE POLITICAL IMPLICATIONS OF THE LAND OF THE WAVES ARC, THE ACTIONS OF TEAM 7 AND WHY ITS ONE OF THE BEST ARCS OF THE ENTIRE FRANCHISE:

I'll never shut up about the Land of the Waves arc.

Here are the facts:

A corrupted man —who was believed to be the richest man in the world due his shipping and transportation business— decided he wanted to make his a small land made out of islands, better known as the Land of the Waves.

In Tazuna's words: "Nami No Kuni (the Land of the Waves) isn't a real prosperous land. Even our local lords are poor..."

The name of the corrupted man is Gato. He was affiliated with drug trafficking and contraband, as well as being a criminal who employed gangs and teams of shinobis to help him (through violence) to take over companies and countries alike. That's what he did to the Land of the Waves, taking hold of all the marine transportation and their shipping industry. Since the Land is made of a number of islands, Gato successfully isolated them. He was now the owner of the local economy and had the power to decide how people lived there.

Tazuna is an old man with no money at all who had been tasked to be the architect and overseer of the new bridge. If completed, it would mean that Gato no longer had absolute control over the Land of the Waves. It'd free them all, bring more movement to their economy and stop the crazy violence promoted by Gato's gangs.

To make sure we all understand the severity of the mission and the power of Gato, let's remember that he employed Zabuza Momochi.

Zabuza is one of the Seven Ninja Swordmen of the Hidden Mist. Kirigakure was known for one of the cruelest traditions regarding shinobis: they'd have to fight each other to death and only the survivors would be promoted. Zabuza put an end to it himself, killing an entire year of graduates. He was not even a student yet.

Zabuza also plotted a coup against the Mizukage, but he was betrayed. He became a rogue nin after that, taking money from men like Gato in order to keep living.

That's the first Team 7 mission.

Sakura, Naruto and Sasuke are staked to help Kakashi free a land of a corrupted businessman and in the process have to fight one of the most legendary shinobis they can encounter out there. We're talking about an entire small nation!!! We're talking about the insane irony of Zabuza being a rogue because he fought against the corruption of his own Hidden Village, and he lost and now he has to work for a man doing the same to others.

The first Team 7 lesson was not only to work as one, to value their teammates, but to question the world around them. Kakashi told them to not follow orders blindly and the narrative throws the Team on a mission to test it.

Kakashi accepted to continue the mission without telling the Hokage anything. He knew he had the jinchuriki and the last Uchiha with him, that it was a great risk, but he accepted because he wanted to help Tazuna and the Land of the Waves and he knew Tazuna had not enough money to pay for a class B mission. Hell, he was lucky Kakashi got a genin team. One of the best jonins of the Hidden Leaf could give his service under the disguise of a rank C. Kakashi was using a loophole to disobey orders and he complains the whole time in his head because he knows it's gonna be a mess of a mission, but he does it anyway.

Do you want to know why is my favorite arc?

The reality of the Land of the Waves is a perfect scenario to force Team 7 to wake up. Naruto and Sasuke sure know loneliness and misery, but they were also part of a very rich land and a powerful Hidden Village. Sakura didn't go through anything like Sasuke or Naruto, which is worse in the sense that she was more naive than them.

Their world falls apart when they meet Haku and Zabuza, when they realize this is not s fairytale of good heroes and bad villains, but people who had to become violent to survive.

Like Kakashi said, the only reason he and Zabuza are trying to kill each other is because they were paid to do so. Zabuza works for Gato, Kakashi for Konoha, that's it. Kakashi didn't want to kill Haku and Haku didn't want to kill any of them, but the Naruto world is old and messy, the customs and the means to survive are others.

Shinobis are no heroes. They're mercenaries, they act as the military force for the strongest nations. They are tools and weapons. It's not advanced in any sense, so many years after the Warrant Era and the world was just as cruel and wild. People with kekkei genkais were forced to practice that violence to protect themselves, like Haku, Sasuke and Neji. People with bad luck like Naruto and all the jinchurikis were the same. People like Sakura, who loved and cared for those others, devoted their lives to joining the fight, to try and protect the ones dear to them.

That's why the final conversation of Team 7 —the one after the events of the bridge that ended with Zabuza and Haku dead— went the way it did. The members of Team 7 weren't happy with the reality of the shinobi life. Naruto even ended up saying that he would make his own ninja way, basically denying such reality and promising to break the traditional ways that kept all shinobis chained to violence, fated to kill each other.

Just look at it:

Sakura: ... But still... Master Kakashi...

Kakashi: Hmm~~?

Sakura: ... I can't help wondering. Were those two right about what a ninja should be?

Kakashi: A Shinobi shouldn't be concerned with a reason for her own existence... It is important merely that we exist as a tool for our homeland to use in whatever way they need. That's as true for us in Konohagakure as it for any ninja anywhere else.

Naruto: Is that really what becoming a full-fledged ninja's gonna be about? I don't like the sound of it!

Sasuke: Do you really feel that way, master Kakashi?

Kakashi: Well... No. And that's why all we ninja live our lives with that ideal always bubbling beneath the surface of our minds, disturbing us. ... Like it did Zabuza ... And the boy.

Naruto: That's it. I've made up my mind! I am going to create my own nindo— my own ninja path. My own destiny!

This arc plants the seeds of what should be the rest of Naruto and Naruto Shippuden. Team 7 is frustrated and they don't agree with the tradition. None of them, not even Kakashi. Naruto promises to be the change, to make his own destiny.

Sadly, it doesn't happen. The manga changes its tone halfway through. Naruto ends up becoming part of such tradition and he ends up being the fated reincarnation, the chosen one. His destiny is not his exactly and his own ninja path gets lost in the way, replaced by a hollower desire to become Hokage. Naruto doesn't evolve to deeply question the order of his world or his society.

Instead, Sasuke occupies his place and the story turns him into an antagonist (someone who wants the direct opposite of the protagonist, someone who is on the way of the protagonist to reach his goal). The story radicalizes the dream that was so innocently spoken in this chapter. It also ends up chaining Kakashi to the same system, uses him as someone to fill the Hokage role until Naruto is old enough and then gives Naruto the hat, forgetting the themes set on the Land of the Waves arc.

What started as Team 7 fighting corruption and people sick with power while trying to help the victims of the system, understanding that their world is made of greys and not moral absolutes, ends up becoming a kids tale of ninjas = heroes and aliens = villains. All the complexities of politics get softened by Black Zetsu's manipulations and Kaguya's existence.

It wouldn't be a reach to say that the Land of the Waves belongs to a very different type of manga, one that never got its continuation.

#naruto #land of the waves #land of the waves arc #naruto meta #Naruto classic #team 7 #og team 7 #team kakashi #kakashi hatake #naruto uzumaki #sakura haruno #sasuke uchiha #zabuza momochi #haku yuki #naruto gato

[bailey-dreamfoot]

‼️‼️THE GRAMPA SQUAD COMIC IS DONE‼️‼️

Ok so, wee explanation + headcannons under the cut.

Ok so assuming you've stuck around for my insane ramblings, heres the gist:

This comic is very much inspired by Factual Fantasy's Comics about Marsh, Natquick, and Calico Jack. And while my personal head cannon does share in the idea of the group working together- I thought it would be hilariously fun to include Inkling, and tbh it focuses more on him than the others anyway.

In the show, inkling doesn't really get out much. There are really only a few episodes where he has a significant role, and even less when he actually participates in missions outside of *insert knowledgeable insight*.

I believe this is for 2 reasons:

He just prefers the comfortable vibe of his library. The book-worm role fits his personality well - enjoying studying or cataloging species alongside Shellington - and he likes spending time with the Vegimals.

His Mobility issues. While he can very easily traverse the watery environments in the base show- in a&b, he doesn't really show much interest in exploring the land until he's told an old friend was the one in need of help. He has the ability, its just difficult- and he knows his limitations.

Inkling has his hover chair, that allows him to move around the octopod relatively easily. However - in the Min episode - they make it a point that he cant take it with him on land, or use it over rough terrain.

My version of Inkling uses an actual wheelchair, so I thought it'd be a neat idea that after that adventure- he'd want to try joining missions more often. And to deal with said mobility issues and limitations- say they got specialized tires for his wheelchair- so he could go join up on land missions more often.

After going on a few more missions with the other Octonauts, he hears about Octoagents Calico Jack, and Professor Natquick joining up with Ranger Marsh to help out in the Everglades- you best bet he jumped at the opportunity to tag along. Think of all the species he could ad to his personal catalogue. They might even discover a few new ones! Leaving the Octopod for so long after being basically the one constant to the place was a bit scary sure - and the other Octonauts were certainly emotional ab him leaving (especially Barnacles) - but maybe a change of scenery would do him good.

Sooo He does that! Professor Inkling meets up with the others on a dock near Marsh's Ranger station and get to work! One of the coolest things they did was collecting egg samples and catching an adult specimen of a newly discovered trapdoor spider! the Pine Rockland Trapdoor. Marsh Has a nursery where he cares for tons of snakes, lizards, insects and birds to make sure they have the best chance for survival. Thats where these eggs are going- to hatch in safety and then be released back into the ecosystem. On top of that, they take samples of the adults venom for study, and inkling is sure to make a detailed report of the arachnid in his many journals brought along with him!

As you may expect, Kwazzi takes after his grandad in his fear of spiders. Jack has seen worse, but It doesnt make it any easier to be close to them. Natquick on the other hand- In all his time in the arctic hes never seen anything as freaky as a spider bigger than a quarter.

Aaand that's it! I'm hoping to do some more comics with the lads in the future, although probably not as detailed as this one. It took more than 2 weeks- please.

Also, I find it kinda goofy that the panels get more detailed as you go along. Thats what happens when the first and last panel were made almost a month apart from each other. 💚

Also also- yes I did do actual research for the animals in the last comic. It was going to be a funnel web spider they're researching, but then I looked it up and found out Funnelwebs don't live in the Everglades. :']

#bailey’s art #octonauts #octonauts fanart #octonauts grampa squad #arachnaphobia tw #arachnophobia

[dsybouquet]

Ooh do you know of any fics with ellie as a mercenary? (or omg do you have any ideas uwu) I feel like that would slap

mercenary! ellie is probably the most cold blooded asshole the world has ever seen. if there‘s nothing in for her - she‘s not gonna do it. someone could be laying by her feet , bleeding to death and begging for her help and she‘d walk over them because they can’t pay her enough.

there were tales about her, saying she‘d rather die painfully than accept help.

she‘s an absolute lone wolf, travelling the world by herself. it‘s not like she had anything to lose, she was alone anyways.

one day, you met her. she had set up camp in the woods. her fire was illuminating her surroundings just barely. the sound of your footsteps caused her to pull out your gun immediately, ready to shoot whatever was coming right in the head.

„don‘t shoot.“ you said, walking up to her. „i‘m not trying to harm you.“ she just scoffed, not lowering your gun.

„then drop your fucking guns.“ she spitted out and to her surprise, you dropped them and put up your hands. „whats your name?“

„______.“ she lowered her gun, but still pointed at you.

you rolled your eyes when she didn’t say anything in response. „any more questions or are you gonna let me pass?“ the way you talked pissed her off to the core.

„pass, but i‘m sure you‘ll die. the only way through these woods is a village in the middle of it. its covered by infected. try your luck.“ she put her gun down and looked at you.

now you were the one who scoffed. „like i need advice.“ you put your hands down and picked up your guns again. „but i heard rumours about these woods. apparently they are hard to survive.“

you raised an eyebrow and looked at her. „but if they are so hard to survive, how come you are alive huh?“

she just shrugged, leaning forward so her arms rested on her knees. you sat down in front of the fire and looked at her with a tilted head. „who are you?“

again, she shrugged. „maybe i‘m your only way to get through this forest - if you can pay me enough.“

and you sighed. the rumour also had it that a young woman will wait by a tree and help you get through. she would disappear back in the woods once you were at the end. could it be that that’s really her?

„okay, witch of the woods, what do you want?“ you said, sarcasm dancing on your words. „well, what do you offer?“ she cockily replied, tilting her head with a smirk.

„i offer you my company.“

ellie started laughing and shook her head. „you should know better than anyone else that that will not be enough, don’t you?“

you hated the way she spoke, how she tilted her head at you and how her body was speaking. you knew she were making fun of her.

„why should i trust you, i don‘t know shit about you. i don‘t even know your name. how can i be sure you wont lure me anywhere just to fuck me over?“

„oh, you can’t.“ she childishly smiled. „but i can promise i won‘t.“

you rolled your eyes and looked her straight in the face. „what’s your name?“ you almost purred, trying to get a hold of any kind of information about her.

„Ellie. Not that hard to ask for something right?“

„okay ellie. how do i get through these woods?“

„again, i‘ll help you if you pay enough.“

this went on for some until you had enough. you stood up and looked at her.

„alright, allmighty witch.“ the sarcasm in your voice almsot made her laugh. „was nice talking to you. i hope we won‘t cross paths again.“

„if you ever need help on your way, just call my name and i‘ll make sure to help. of course only i-„

„only if i pay enough, yeah sure. i got it.“

ellie watched you leave, knowing you‘ll meet again.

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okay idk if thats what you wanted but thats all my tired brain worked out aaaa

hope you enjoyed 🤭

#mercenary! ellie #ellie williams tlou #tlou ellie #ellie williams #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie tlou2 #ellie williams x reader #ellie x fem reader #the last of us part 2 #the last of us #tlou2 ellie

[drewstarkeylover21]

It Just Never Ended (JJ Maybank)

Summary: JJ and Y/n attempt to recount to the Pogues how their relationship came to be. After all, it’s not called friends-with-benefits for nothing, right? 

A/N: OOPS wrote a one-shot for JJ because I couldn’t stop thinking about this topic...This has by far been my favorite work I have written so far so I hope you guys enjoy. ALSO it is a smidge lengthy but inspiration struck and the ideas were flowing too fast ;) please feel free to reblog, love u all !!!

Warnings: fluff, mentions of sex, cursing, a dabble of smut? 

JJ Maybank was not a relationship guy. Notorious around the Outer Banks for flirting with anything that had 2 legs and boobs, his charming smile made it extremely easy to find girls to entertain him. It wasn’t like he was trying to be a womanizing asshole 24/7, he just merely didn’t see what the point of romance was. What good was it to give your heart to somebody who could crush it just as easily as they took it? Hell, his parents didn’t even stay together. Weren’t moms and dads supposed to be a model of endearment? Passion? Through them, all JJ saw was the opposite. Afraid to be hurt by others, to turn into the man his father became after his mother left them, the boy swore off relationships. They were a waste of time. Love was a trap, a setup to be damaged beyond repair at the end of the line. And he wanted no part in it. JJ Maybank was not a relationship guy. Not until he met Y/n. 

Y/n L/n was not a relationship girl. Sure, once upon a time ago, she would have been considered one. With a personality so intriguing that you could spend hours listening to her talk, and a smile so easy that it made men swoon with one bat of an eye, she was the perfect girl to bring home and meet your parents. Not anymore. Maybe the fault lay in the boys she picked- ones who would lie to her, would blow her off at a moment’s notice to get shitfaced instead, would claim she was their one and only just to end up sleeping with a girl they had just met. Or maybe the fault lay in Y/n herself. Was she not pretty enough? Not interesting enough? Boring? Sick of being hurt repeatedly,  the girl swore off relationships. They were a waste of time. Love was a trap, a setup to be damaged beyond repair at the end of the line. And she wanted no part in it. Y/n L/n was not a relationship girl. Not until she met JJ. 

___

“You two are such simps for each other. It makes me physically nauseous sometimes,” Kiara quipped at the two of you, her face contorted with a half smile, half grimace, as she watched your figures perched on the tree stump across from her. 

You giggled, adjusting your body atop JJ’s lap to make yourself more comfortable, arms wrapped around the shoulders of the blonde, shaggy haired boy while your legs intertwined on the ground below you. 

“Sorry Kie, what can I say? I’m a catch. Y/n/n just can’t resist me,” JJ grinned, glancing down at you with earnest before sticking his tongue out in teasing. 

Pope let out a cackle at this, pointing at you and JJ. “You mean, she puts up with you! Y/n/n, remind me again how you’ve been dating this Iittle shit for almost 2 years? I’ve barely survived being his friend, I can’t imagine how you do it as his girlfriend.” 

You let out another giggle, turning to Pope in response. “You know, sometimes I ask myself the same question.”

“Hey!” JJ exclaimed, giving you a soft nudge. “If my memory serves correctly, you were all too ready to jump my bones the first time we met.” 

You opened your mouth to argue before John B spoke up. “Wait, yeah, how did you guys end up together for this long anyway? JJ’s never been interested in dating anybody until you came along Y/n.” 

Giving your boyfriend a sly glance out of the corner of your eye, you said, “Do you want to tell it or should I?” 

___

The Outer Banks. Your new home for the summer while you visited your Uncle Jim in the couple months preceding the start of a new chapter of your life at Kildare Academy. “A beautiful place to relax and spend some time before you start at a new school, Y/n. You can surf in the ocean, fish with me in the mornings, and mingle with some kids your age,” your uncle had told you. And you did just that. 

Your favorite past time occurred daily around 7 pm, where you would find solace in surfing along the coast while you watched the sun set behind you, painting the sky a beautiful array of pinks and oranges and purples. 

Finishing up one particular night, you grasped your board in between your arm and your side, walking up the sand when you spotted a figure standing next to your belongings, staring right at you. Making your way up the shore, you came face to face to the individual, a boy with a lopsided smirk, toothpick hanging out of the corner of his lips, and shaggy blonde hair tucked behind a red baseball cap. 

“Can I help you?” you asked suspiciously, your questioning tone hanging in the air. 

“Actually, yes you can. My name is JJ Maybank. Saw you hitting those last few waves, you’ve got some crazy moves,” the boy said, sticking his hand out for you to shake. 

Looking at him with slight skepticism, you grasped his hand in yours, giving your hands one shake before dropping your hand down by your side. 

“Hello JJ. I’m Y/n. And thank you,” you said with a small smile. This boy’s got some confidence, you thought. 

“Y/n,” JJ repeated with a smirk. “Beautiful name for a beautiful girl. Say, are you a seashell? Cause I’d like to take you home with me.”

Jaw dropped in disbelief, you let out a cackle. “Holy shit, you’re funny. Does that actually work on girls?”

Unfazed by your reaction, JJ grinned back at you. “I mean yeah, it usually does. Did you not like that one? I have a lot more, wait- how bout, Damn girl, those waves aren’t the only thing you could be riding tonight.” 

You threw your head back in another fit of laughter, your eyes crinkling with amusement. “You’re cute,” you answered. 

“Cute enough to get you to come home with me?” JJ asked hopefully. 

“Why don’t we start as friends buddy,” you laughed, patting JJ on the chest while moving to grab your things. 

“Friends sounds good. For now,” JJ settled, giving you a wink as he fell into step beside you, following you up the shore. 

___

“Woah, woah, woah. Am I hearing that correctly? JJ’s stupid, overused one-liners worked? That’s how you two started going out?” Sarah asked incredulously. 

“I mean, kind of but not really. The pick up lines were actually super dumb BUT once we started hanging out, I guess his company wasn’t all too awful,” you smiled in earnest. 

___

Throughout the next couple of weeks, JJ had adopted your sunset surf routine into his own, joining you every night to catch some waves. The two of you had become accustomed to each other’s company as you found yourself adopted into the Pogue family. Most, if not all, of your spare time was filled with mornings on the HMS Pogue, goofing off at The Wreck, and spending evenings surfing with JJ. You enjoyed spending time together as friends, albeit the mild sexual tension the two of you had developed. It wasn’t a rare occurrence to catch JJ’s eyes flit down to your breasts every time you removed your swimsuit coverup, and there were times when you would catch yourself zoning out on his muscular arms as he pulled in the fishing net. 

Plopping down onto his towel next to yours, JJ stretched out his arm, wrapping it tightly around you. You leaned into him comfortably, laying your head on his shoulder as if it were the most natural feeling in the world. The two of you stared off into the horizon in silence, basking in the sweet feeling of each others presence. 

“I’ll never get tired of this view. So beautiful,” you mumbled, eyes glowing as you watched the sun set below the clouds. 

“Took the words right out of my mouth,” JJ replied quietly. 

You turned your head to look at him, only to find his gaze fixated on you. Rolling your eyes, you shook your head, jokingly punching JJ’s arm. “Nice one. That’s a cliche if I’ve ever seen one.”

“Not if I mean it,” JJ breathed, looking into your eyes intently. 

JJ dipped his head down, nose brushing yours as his gaze dropped to your lips. Your breath hitched in your throat at the proximity as you registered the dark, clouded look in his eyes. 

“I really want to kiss you,” he whispered. 

Overcome with desire, you closed the gap between the two of you, humming the second you registered the soft feeling of his lips on yours. You melted into his soft touch, moaning softly as his hand found solace on the bare skin of your thigh. Leaning backwards, you fell onto your back, JJ’s lips leaving a trail of peppered kisses down your jaw and behind your ear. 

“Fuck, J,” you let out, eyes screwed shut with pleasure as his tongue darted across your skin. 

Goosebumps littered your figure as you felt his nimble fingers swiftly untie your bathing suit and creep up to your breasts. Your body jerked with pleasure as his lips found your left breast, tongue flicking your nipple as his hand massaged the other one. 

“So beautiful Y/n,” JJ mumbled against your body.

“JJ,” you gasped as you felt his hands travel down to the curve of your ass, squeezing firmly. 

Sliding his head back up to your lips, you kissed him passionately as you bucked your hips forward, grinning as you felt his hard bulge pressing against your thighs. 

“Fuck Y/n, you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this moment,” JJ breathed, his gaze intense. 

“Well, let’s not keep you waiting anymore, shall we,” you smirked before grabbing his face and pulling it to your face once more. 

---

You had never moved faster in your life than the morning after fucking JJ. Rolling away from his arm strewn across your body, you gathered your board and tote bag swiftly, scurrying away from the scene and to your Uncle Jim’s shack. 

“Late night with those new friends of yours?” Uncle Jim asked from the patio chair, peering over at you from the top of his newspaper. 

“Something like that,” you mumbled, making your way through the doorway and up to your room, collapsing onto your bed. 

Running your hands over your face with frustration, you groaned, terrified that you had just put yourself into a position that you swore you’d never be in again. One with desire, with affection. 

“Y/n!” Uncle Jim called from the bottom of the stairs. “There’s a boy named JJ here to talk to you. Says it’s urgent.” 

“Fuck that was quick,” you mumbled, clambering off of your bed and down the stairs. Coming face to face with JJ, you dropped your eyes to avoid eye contact, grabbing his arm and dragging him out into the backyard.

“Well good morning to you too sunshine,” JJ grinned. “Was very sad to wake up on the beach by myself.”

“Last night was a mistake,” you sighed. “I don’t know what we were thinking.”

“C’mon Y/n, it was just a little fun. You can’t deny that you don’t feel some kind of way towards me. I’ve seen the way you look at me in my swim trunks,” he joked, waggling his eyebrows at you.

“You really do have the biggest head don’t you. And my feelings don’t matter JJ,” you sighed, pushing him away faintly. “I don’t do relationships. Whatever happened between us, I don’t want it. I don’t need it. We’re just friends and we should stay that way. Keeps things a lot less complicated at the end of the day.” Or keeps me from getting hurt at the end of the day, you thought. 

“Well isn’t it just extremely convenient that I don’t do relationships either?” JJ exclaimed, clapping his hands in delight. “This is just perfect. You’re attracted to me, I’m sure as hell attracted to you, you’re hot, I’m hot, let’s just have some fun for the summer!”

“I’m sorry, what?” you sputtered.

“You said it yourself, we’re friends! We can easily add ‘with-benefits’ to that, and problem solved! Live a little girl!” JJ declared as if it were the most obvious thing in the world to him. 

You burst into laughter. “You’re kidding, right?”

“Oh Y/n. You should know that I’m always serious when it comes to sex,” JJ winked. 

Tilting your head to the side, you contemplated the suggestion. You and JJ already spent enough time together during the week, and sleeping together on occasion didn’t sound like the worst thing in the whole world. 

Raising your eyebrow at him, you sighed, “Fine. Let’s fool around this summer. But this ends when summer does, you hear me? We’re going to different schools and it just wouldn’t be sustainable. And no feelings. That will only complicate things.”

“Meaningless sex with a set expiration date? That completely gets rid of the weird fizzling out phase. Shit, this has got to be my best proposition yet!” JJ whooped, flinging his arms around you with joy. 

You laughed, pulling away from the shaggy haired boy and placing your hands on both of his shoulders, shaking gently. “J, repeat after me. Just for the summer, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, just for the summer. Couldn’t have said it better myself.”

___

“Just for the summer my ass!” Sarah shrieked. “Look at you guys. Almost 2 years in the bag. What the hell happened?”

“Honestly, we have no idea,” JJ chortled. “I guess it just never really ended. We were having fun during break, and we were both set on breaking things off when school started, but neither of us really had that talk when the time came.”

“Yeah, I mean it wasn’t out of avoidance or anything bad as much as it was just comfortability. I had gotten so used to being around this idiot that I kind of forgot to ever bring it up.”

“Plus, the school thing didn’t end up being as big of a deal as we thought it would be. I thought I wouldn’t want to be tied down to one person when the semester began but I realized that the only person I wanted to keep fucking was Y/n,” JJ added. 

“Gee, thank you. So romantic,” you stated sarcastically. 

“Oh please, like you weren’t thinking the same thing. I’ve seen the guys at Kildare Academy. They might be kooks but you gotta admit, they all look like little carbon copies of Brad Pitt,” JJ retorted. 

John B spoke, interrupting your little side banter. “So you guys started out as strictly fucking, and now you’re here?” he deadpanned. 

“Pretty much,” JJ shrugged nonchalantly. “It’s not some grand love story or fairy-tale plot or whatever, but we’re both happy.”

“Oh god, emphasis on the ‘not-a-grand-love-story’ part,” you chuckled. “You should have seen the look on my face when JJ first told me he loved me.”

___

You honked the horn on your Jeep twice, idling in the parking lot of the Island Club as you waited for JJ to finish up his shift. Spotting his mop of messy hair, you waved, watching intently as he swung the door open and hopped into the passenger seat. 

“What’s up slime? Work alright today?” you greeted as you peeled out of the lot and onto the road. 

“Eh,” he shrugged. “I was this close to knocking Rafe and Topper on their asses today for some stupid comments they were making but I tried that calming breathing technique you taught me the other day. Walked away from their table without a single fist thrown. Saved me my job for sure, so thank you,” JJ finished.

“Seriously?! I’m so proud of you J,” you squealed, ruffling his hair with your free hand as you maneuvered through the roads. “I knew you could resist the urge to pummel their stupid faces in. They’re pieces of shit and don’t deserve your energy. Especially if it puts your job at stake. They have nothing better to do with their miserable lives than pick on other people. You’re a better man the two of them combined.”

Turning your gaze back in front of you, you cranked the wheel a couple of times, slotting your car into the empty parking space of the Wreck. “C’mon, dinner on me today. You deserve it after your day. And what do ya know, maybe we could head down to the beach afterwards for a little fun if you know what I-”

“I love you,” JJ blurted, his words overlapping your own. 

“Hahaha, you’re cute,” you replied, squishing his cheeks in between your hand. “I love you too, weirdo. Now let’s go! I’m starving.”

“No, Y/n,” JJ started, words leaving his lips slowly. “I love love you.”

You blinked at JJ, brows furrowed with confusion as you registered his confession. A grin broke out across your face as you began chuckling, chest heaving as you tried to speak between fits of laughter. 

“Nice one J, you got me,” you mustered through your snickering. 

“Y/n/n, I’m serious,” JJ returned sheepishly, looking up at you shyly through the throng of his blond locks. 

“What?” you breathed, gulping nervously. 

JJ cleared his throat, nervously itching the back of his head. “I mean it Y/n. I love you. I love you so much that I let you take me to hot yoga every week even though I absolutely hate the way it feels in there, I love the way you mess my hair up like I’m a little boy, I love how you think you could out swim me in a race, I love how much you care about me, I-I love you.”

“Oh,” you whispered. “You really mean all that?” you asked, finally meeting JJ’s eyes. 

“Do I have to say it again?” JJ groaned.

“Maybe,” you grinned. “I like hearing it. I love you too, J,” you answered.

“Thank God,” JJ sighed, leaning over the center console to kiss you on the forehead. “I was afraid I was gonna end up getting out of the car in defeat with no free dinner.”

___

“I’m so weak!” Kiara exclaimed, doubled over in laughter. “That is such a Y/n thing to do. JJ confesses his love for you and you laugh at him?”

“Jesus Kie, cut me some slack,” you giggled back. “I thought he was joking! I’ve never seen him look that serious.”

“She’s right, JJ’s not serious about much,” John B teased. “Don’t get me wrong, we all love the two of you together. Y/n’s made you the happiest I’ve ever seen you buddy. We were all just so surprised at how this even came to be, considering how we spent the better half of that first summer listening to the two of you talk about how you hated relationships and love.”

“I guess I just realized that love doesn’t have to be some complicated string of messy situations. Love is simply just finding somebody who understands you and supports you. Who you can’t really imagine your life without. The trust and the comfort just come along with it,” JJ responded, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. 

“I love you,” you spoke softly, heart swelling at his words. 

“Ew, get a room please. I’m trying to eat here,” groaned Pope. 

Laughter ensued around the bonfire as you tucked your head into the crook of JJ’s neck. Life couldn’t be sweeter. 

___

JJ Maybank was in love. Though he swore he never would be, he came to understand that all it took was connecting with the right person for the rest of the pieces to fall into place. Sure, you could crush his heart as easily as he had given it to you, you had him head-over-heels smitten with you. But he knew you wouldn’t. You were made for him. And so what if you broke his heart into a million little pieces? It’d be an honor to have his heart broken by you. JJ Maybank was a relationship guy. All because of you.

Y/n L/n was in love. Though she couldn’t believe she found herself back in the thralls of a committed relationship, she couldn’t help but notice how her newfound romance with JJ made her feel ten times more in love than the rest of her previous relationships combined. With JJ, she felt safe, cared for, like she was the most important thing in the world in his eyes. Sure, there was always the looming worry of being hurt again, but she knew he wouldn’t. He was made for you. And so what if he broke your heart into a million little pieces? It’d be an honor to have your heart broken by him. Y/n L/n was a relationship girl once again. All because of JJ Maybank. 

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[elemom]

@legofreak33 Thank you for ordering the Autism Deluxe Special!

Here’s why I think Zane Julien is Nuclear Powered

(Contains spoilers for 2011 ninjago seasons 1-3)

(I also have not finished the show so i might be missing some details)

A singular object that has seemingly infinite energy

Infinite energy is impossible, but there’s something that comes pretty close - radioactive materials. Since they are *literally* emitting energy and can do so for thousands of years, radioactive objects are basically the closest thing to an “object that acts as an infinite energy source” you can get.

Blue Light

It’s blue. It glows.

Now I couldn’t find a specific element that glows blue AND could be used in nuclear energy, as the only one I know of is cesium chloride. HOWEVER. I don’t need a specific element in order to prove my point here.

Cherenkov radiation.

Cherenkov radiation occurs when charged particles (say, an electron) moves faster than light. IRL this is only possible in a medium wherein photons themselves are slowed, such as water, but in the realm of make believe anything is possible. Even if we DO have real world physics in play, it’s totally possible that the energy core just has water inside it along with everything else (the core’s Blue DOES have a bit of movement after all!)

Critical Mass and Going Boom

This is where it gets too easy. They literally say it can reach “critical mass” IN THE SHOW. THEIR WORDS. NOT MINE.

If you aren’t familiar, critical mass is basically a point where there is enough material (a certain *mass*) in one area to cause a chain reaction: An atom releases a radioactive particle, which hits another atom, causing it to release another radioactive particle. Now we have two radioactive particles. They keep hitting other atoms. And so on and so forth. (Strangely, the show seems to reference critical mass as running *out* of energy, which is the literal exact opposite of what it actually is, so i’m opting to ignore that.)

So how does this apply to Zane and the references to a critical mass in the show? I personally like to believe that his “critical mass” was caused by *using too much power at once.* Kinda. There’s probably a control mechanism with neutron absorbers inside the core, so maybe the critical mass was caused by him retracting said absorbers, thus causing a chain reaction. (also as a tangent, titanium is apparently a decent neutron absorber! perhaps the real titanium ninja was the friends we made along the way)

Oh, and by the way. Nuclear objects reaching criticality are known to glow blue.

Pic related.

Difference between this and the core glow would be based on the types of particles, with the former being charged particles in a medium and the latter being neutrons. I think. Idk im a biologist not a nuclear physicist i dont go here i just autism about it

discussion section

So yeah! Dr. Julien just created a tiny nuclear reactor to make his son go. Sure. Fuck it. Who Gives A Shit

Anyway i think that’s all i have!!! This obviously isn’t all encompassing (how did Nya survive holding a piece of the core? Why was the explosion all icy and not like, anything else? How does Zane not kill everybody he meets?) but those can all be explained away in the name of “i have had a special interest in nuclear energy since i was a very small child and nobody can take this away from me.” like maybe people are fine because he just has really good shielding. Or maybe Nya is fine because girls are immune to radiation (totally true fact)

Thanks for reading! Take this piece of uranium ore as thanks for reading this entire post. 🪨

#ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago zane #zane julien #dr julien #long post #i sound like matpat. #i’m sorry guys the autism won’t stop winning

[nikidiary]

hiii!! can i request for a fluff k from &team, maybe how did yn meet k (who is her bf now) ?? or anything!! tysm!!! <3333

my 10 months love - koga yudai

pairing: non-idol!k x fem!reader genre: fluff fluff fluff <3 cw: mentions of food, mentions of painkillers, not proofread wc: 0,6k

introducing your boyfriend to your parents has always sounded scary to you. until you met yudai. after the first date, you were already 100% sure you wanted to marry him one day.

there were the both of you, in your parents' diner, eating your mom's delicious food, and your boyfriend excitedly telling your parents about himself while you couldn't help but watch him with hearts in your eyes. you couldn't thank life enough for making you meet him almost exactly 10 months ago, because you have been the happiest woman ever since.

you still remember everything so well. it was a bright, sunny day. you work at a local cafe; it's a small shop, and you basically know all of your customers names and their orders from memory.

your head felt heavy, and you could've fallen asleep on the spot easily. you couldn't stay home due to your coworker already taking a day off, you were the only barista at work.

you took some painkillers and hoped you could survive until closing time. while mopping the floor behind the counter, you heard the door open and a "good afternoon" in a man's voice. it was someone you'd never seen around before. it's safe to say he made your jaw drop immediately. he was a tall, good-looking, and well-dressed man. a literal disney prince.

"good afternoon. what can i get you?" you asked, trying to get yourself together.

"one americano, please," he smiled at you. little did he know he had made your heart skip a beat with this small gesture.

after this, yudai visited the cafe more often, basically every day. the conversations became longer day by day, and your giggles filled the small space of the cafe when he told you stories about himself. it felt like you knew him for ages, not just a few weeks.

two months later, you found yourself sitting in the passenger seat of his car. he picked you up and drove you to a silent field to watch the night sky. he had been planning this ever since you first told him you prefer quiet places where you can turn your mind off after a stressful week.

you put a blanket on the ground and sat on it. yudai sat beside you, he hesitated a bit before gently taking your small hand in his big one, rubbing the back of it slowly, as if you were going to break if he wasn't careful.

"thank you for bringing me here," you said, turning to yudai.

he smiled at you, fighting the urge to kiss you there and then.

"the moon is beautiful, isn't it?" he asked, looking at you. you blushed at the question; you knew so damn well what it meant.

"i love you too." he immediately turned his head to your answer. a small smirk appeared on his face as he pulled you closer to him, his arms finding themselves around your waist.

the two of you sat in silence for a few more minutes before you finally spoke up.

"i feel safe with you, yudai. i've been meaning to tell you this for a while, but i thought it would be too early for it." you chuckled and looked away shyly.

he kissed your hand before replying to your confession. "i'm so glad you feel this way. you are so precious to me; i'm one hundred percent sure you are my soulmate yn."

his words made your eyes tear up a little, which he noticed, and he hugged you close to his chest. his hands, which were holding yours just a few seconds ago, were now gently caressing your head as he kissed the top of it.

in that moment, both of you were sure that you didn't want to be separated, ever.

💌: thank you for the request, i hope you like it 🤍 it's pretty short, because my head hurts like crazy :/ anyways i love k sm, my babygirl (he's a man who's 8 years older than me)

#&team #&team k #&team fluff #&team imagines #andteam #andteam fluff #andteam k #koga yudai #andteam imagines #&team k fluff #k x reader #koga yudai x reader

[b0njourbeach]

My Jade Leech Rant!

"Haha, funny Mushroom man!"

No.

The joke was funny the first 53 times but it's getting boring.

I get it, he spends a lot of time studying and growing mushrooms, he's fascinated in it, so it's easy to make it his personality. I get it, I really do.

But Jade is more than just some twisted merman version of Mario.

Possible spoilers for Book 3 and following. Proceed with caution.

For one, I feel like people often miss the part where Jade expresses interest in *all* kinds of plants - He loves the nature because he grew up in the deepest parts of the ocean where they probably barely had plants and even if they did, they definitely hadn't the kinds we have on land. And this one might be more my own guess but the - possible - reason why Jade is so fixated on mushrooms is the simple fact that they're relatively easy to grow (compared to other land-based plants) and let's be fair here: I don't think a merperson has automatically the needed skills for land-based plant-sitting. So, give a Mushroom a bit of light (optional), some moisture and something to feast on and everything's thriving (I'm guessing. Haven't grown a Mushroom myself before but I do know that they feast on pretty much anything, so).

Also, why is no one mentioning Jades passion for tea? It would actually work with the fandoms insane passion of comparing him to Sebastian (which - again - was amusing the first few times but it's getting annoying). He meets Kalim while studying tea and mentions he's quite interested in it (it was his School Uniform Vignette, if my memory serves me right) and in Ruggies School Uniform Vignette we learn that Jade is also always trying to improve his usage of Herbs of all kinds. His literal special item in the Guest Room is a TEA GUIDE.

And there's another thing I don't get in this fandom: Why does he have to be compared so often to Sebastian? Sure, they both have the "polite gentleman" personality but both of them have very different reasons to do so and last time I checked, Jade ain't a who knows how old demon who made a contract with a severely traumatized orphan just to have a quick snack on his soul later on. I watched Black Butler and as far as I'm concerned, Jade has more depth in his personality than "perfectionist cat loving demon butler for little British brat". But then again, thats just my hot take (and I never really liked Sebastian anyways. On another note: Stop comparing Riddle to Ciel as well).

As I said: Jade is trying to be a polite little guy but fails with elegance on hiding his rather sadistic nature behind a wide smile, leaving him with that everlasting aura of pure mischief which is rather charming in my personal opinion but many people find this more intimidating than charming. So a natural layer of Fear surrounds those who have to deal with Jade - Unless they share a similiar sight like him (as we can see in his interaction with Rook: Instead of being intimidating by the Hunters heartfelt Invasion of privacy, they end up giggling together, causing Riddle - the third wheel of this conversation - to feel mildly but certainly uncomfortable to the point where he left the two of them alone.

Jade is shady, no questions asked but I would like to remind you that Jade also grew up in a very different environment: Not only has he been growing up under the sea, he also had - most likely - fight to survive at some point. Not to mention that his family is heavily implied to be shady business and with shady business, there comes a shady mindset. While Floyd doesn't bother hiding this "setting" of mind, Jade pretty much does so. For what reason? There could be many but as far as I'm aware, we haven't been given a confirmed reason.

It could be a tactical strategy: If he can convince people to trust in the "polite" side of him, giving him the opportunity to surprise them with the true depth of his mind - Luring his enemies like a siren with charming manners, only to slaughter them in a dark alleyway. He openly admitted that he enjoys having control over someone's/somethings life and death (although this was more about the living organisms in his terrariums - Book 4 and his Halloween Card make me believe that this also applies outside of the glass.)

There's also something about Jades specific reaction whenever he shows his more.. Passionate side: He often stops himself and pauses for a moment, before saying that he's joking. In my eyes, he notices how uncomfortable the person in front of him is getting, quickly thinking of an excuse and choosing to pretend that he's joking - It would cause trouble in the future for him if he were to intimidate people to the point of them avoiding him at all cost. People who say things that could be very well from the depths of the darknet happen to freak people out - A lot. More often than not, the person with this knowledge only realizes *after* starting to speak that their words are not necessarily "normal" for the average person. And especially Jade, who - assumingly - grew up surrounded by all kinds of dark stuff, it's certainly rather difficult to adjust your personal average to societies average.

I can also see him as a very extroverted child who wanted to make a lot of friends but never had the chance because of several reasons (for one, kids were often scared of him and his brother and possibly due to family affairs he wasn't allowed or it was significantly more difficult/dangerous to make friends with your average neighbourhood joe. Additionally, many kids misunderstood his gentle teasing as insulting the others even though being mean was a part of his "love language"). I'm also almost certain that he always had to make up for Floyd's mistake growing up, leading him to have this habit even now where he cleans up Floyd's messes or tries to keep up with Floyd's moods the best way possible. Which leads me to one specific personality trait of Jade: He never had the chance to be himself. He always had to be something: Father needed him to be careful, brother needed stability, classmates needed to feel save enough to be comfortable around him, Azul needed a capable right hand. The only times where he was truly himself were the times he was alone - In the nature. In peace, in harmony, studying the land he had not seen before, for he was bound to the Sea.

He's just a guy who's trying to please everyone while also trying to hold onto his personality as good as he possibly can.

And now some headcanons for my favorite shady eel!

He definitely has at least one scar in the shape of a bite mark from fighting with Floyd as kids (including possibly several other scars because these two just can't not fight - Surprisingly, Jade would win most of the fights).

Everytime he gets overwhelmed by something or if he's too stressed, he just leaves for a few hours to go hiking and to just touch some grass to calm down again. He then proceed to cause some petty mischief to call it even (only ¼ of the time people actually knew it was him causing said chaos).

I can't explain this one but I feel like he would have a lactose intolerance.

Out of all three, Jade was the first one who nailed the walking - He struggles with other typical land-sport activities. (One of his worst enemies is couple dancing. It's the only social gathering he tries to avoid like the plague.)

Have I gotten all my thoughts on my dear eel? I hope so. If not, I shall add it later

Ps: I know it's manners but you don't have to thank me every time I answer your ask, dear. I'm enjoying the attention, so it's mutual benefit /lh

#twisted wonderland #twst #jade leech #x answers #local x is cooking #twst headcanons #twst rant

[teecupangel]

Just binge watched Lucifer on Netflix and now I present to you:

Desmond Miles survives 2012 (Desmond Miles Lives truthers, where ya at?), gets the hell outta dodge from the temple with new POE powers, and gets hired to work at Lux in LA. Meets his new boss and both of them are like, "!"

Lucifer instantly knows this boy is hella special because, damn does his soul reek of Isu Bullfuckery. (Headcanoned God and his Angels are sort of a rival interdimensional species to Isu, and God is the one who supposedly gave humans free will... idk I never paid attention to bible study anyway.)

Does the whole, "what do you desire?" schtick and Desmond, due to POE powers and Isu Bullshittery, wonders 'why the fuck is actual Satan here in LA?'

I imagine a platonic bromance relationship between these two. Y'know? 'Cause on the one hand we have the Reluctant Ruler of Hell and on the other hand the Reluctant Savior/Sacrificial Lamb of Humankind.

Lucifer could offer safety and protection from whoever Desmond is hiding from, while Des can be his bartender/bouncer/very much-needed BFF. And come on, I betcha good ole Lucy boy (and Maze) would absolutely enjoy dragging a couple a lot of Abstergo people Vidic down to Hell for multiple crimes against humanity(i.e. kidnapping and unethical human experimentation which results in mental instability.)

I’m all in for this idea. Desmond and Lucifer being bash brothers, yes please. Just imagine the chaos these two would get to because they're both morally dubious? XD

Also, just imagine how much faster Chloe would be finishing her cases with Desmond’s Eagle Vision? She would have two cheat codes with her this time.

Anyway, I’m going to focus on how we can integrate Lucifer into AC more in this one.

Before anything, just a sorta fun trivia: Lucifer has a little cameo in Crisis on Infinite Earths and he talks to John Constantine, implying they have some sort of history together. John Constantine is played by Matt Ryan who voiced and mocap’ed Edward Kenway XD

We will be keeping this contained to Lucifer though but you can totally add a John Constantine cameo and set it during the time Desmond is working in Lux (and you can totally add Desmond feeling some sort of longing and sorrow because John Constantine sounds and looks familiar to his Bleed of Haytham Kenway)

Alright, with that little trivia out of my system, let’s talk about how we can push Lucifer into AC canon.

(You might not have paid attention to bible study but my religion teacher was so boring he had to implement a rule that there should be no other notebook/books related to other subjects on our table during class because we kept doing other subjects when he’s lecturing us soooooo I was bored enough to read the bible he made us bring every class. I'm sure he'll be proud I'm using what I learned in his class for fic related things XD)

Let’s talk about God in Lucifer’s show. He’s obviously based on the Judeo-Christian God. Now, we have no confirmation if that said God does exist as an Isu in Assassin’s Creed BUT we do have a leeway we can use to make it easier to integrate the characters from Lucifer into Assassin’s Creed.

The Templar Order uses the phrase “May the Father of Understanding guide you”. Now, this is based on the Isu triad that pops up a bit.

The one we’re more familiar with is the Capitoline Triad where Tinia is known as the “Father of Understanding”.

However, there is an earlier iteration of this triad.

The Isus who created humans.

And the one to hold the title of ‘Father of Understanding’ during that time is Yaldabaoth.

From Wikipedia

Gnosticism presents a distinction between the highest, unknowable God, and the Demiurge, "creator" of the material universe.

Gnostic Christians considered the Hebrew God of the Old Testament as the evil, false god and creator of the material universe, and the Unknown God of the Gospel, the father of Jesus Christ and creator of the spiritual world, as the true, good God.

If we use the statements above and the fact that Yaldabaoth is considered one of the creators of mankind, we can set up God as another Isu scientist who had an alternate idea of a workforce but his idea was pushed aside and Yaldabaoth’s project with the other two Isu scientists moved forward.

God, in anger, created his ‘children’ together with the Goddess. And, to complete the triad, we’ll add Lilith as an Isu as well instead of Adam’s first wife. The three of them (although Lilith has a more advisory role to this entire thing and is actually working on her own workforce idea) created the ‘Angels’, trying to one-up all the data they could get from Yaldabaoth’s project to make them better than humans.

They are. Unfortunately, that meant they were also… shall we say… ‘freer’ than humans as well. God knew that the Isus would see them as defective and, not only that, many would find what they have done as some form of betrayal and being stripped of their rank and status would be the lightest sentence the Isu would give them. So God and Goddess kept the Angels a secret, and passed them off as human slaves while Lilith went her merry way and continued to work on her personal workforce.

And now we come to the whole ‘gave mankind freewill’.

So many like to point at Lucifer as being the serpent that gave Eve the forbidden fruit. Let’s use it. Lucifer, being one of God’s first children, takes an Apple of Eden and presented it to Eve who used it to start the Human-Isu war. Lucifer takes up arms to join the humans.

Things get super messy when they find out about the impending Solar Flare and God and Goddess decided to add their consciousness to a device called ‘Heaven’. (In this setup, Goddess!Charlotte would be like a more ‘questionable’ setup of an Isu consciousness overwriting a human’s consciousness). Their children (who did have the kind of body that would survive a solar flare and were more or less immortal) were tasked with guarding ‘Heaven’.

Except Lucifer who, as punishment for starting the whole Human-Isu war, was tasked to guard a device called ‘Hell’. He guarded it together with Lilith’s ‘children’, the demons.

What these two devices do will be a mystery but they are connected to the Gray in some way and to the Calculations. Perhaps it’s even the actual database of all the Calculations and, by that very definition, it housed all the knowledge, memories and emotions of every living thing in the world.

What defines them as a person.

What defines their soul.

And, from there, we can just integrate all Celestial things in the show as this entirely more advanced workforce’s ‘code words’. (And the devices are connected and that’s why God could boot the Goddess into hell)

By the time 2013 rolls around, Lucifer already owned Lux for a few years now and Desmond applies as a bartender as he’s had enough of all these Assassin-Templar BS to last him a lifetime. He saved the world, this is his damn retirement plan.

Lucifer sees him and goes ‘how interesting, an actual human-POE hybrid.’ while Desmond sees him and goes ‘why does he feel… familiar?’ because his Isu genes and POE-hybridness is giving him signals that Lucifer is definitely not human BUT he ain’t an Isu too.

He’s… Isu-adjacent.

Like Maze.

So Desmond continues to work there and Lucifer finds the perfect time to do the whole “what do you desire?” and Desmond’s POE-hybridness just kicked in.

We’ll make it in this fic that all the Apples are connected to one another and they have a ‘shared memory space’ so Desmond ‘remembers’ that this is the smug bastard who gave the Apple to Eve.

And, because of his limited knowledge of religion, he goes “Why the fuck is actual Satan here in LA?!”

(side note: some count Satan and Lucifer as two different beings but, in this case, we’ll just make Satan another name for Lucifer)

So now they both showed their hands. Lucifer just blatantly showed he wasn’t human and Desmond just showed he has Isu-related knowledge.

Cue an entire night of trying to get drunk while talking about what the fuck happened to them (with special mention to their daddy issues and the whole reluctant ruler of hell and the ‘more-or-less pushed into it’ savior/sacrifice)

At the end of their heart-to-heart, Desmond becomes Lucifer’s main confidant and slowly becomes his BFF. Lucifer uses his mojos to keep Desmond hidden from both Assassins and Templars.

Also… it’s not just Abstergo’s that in his shitlist. William Miles is there as well, that’s for damn sure.

Another subplot we can add is that Lucifer ‘asking’ Chloe to look into Abstergo just so he can, you know… ask them… what they desire?

Other unorganized notes:

What do we do with Juno? I set it to 2013 so Desmond dealt with Juno before peacing out to be a random bartender. Hey, if Ubisoft can do it in the comics, we can take out Juno with one paragraph… maybe even one sentence.

Desmond could see through Maze’s shapeshifting. Whenever he uses Eagle Vision, he sees Maze’s true form.

Actually, Desmond’s Eagle Vision has been powered up by his POE-hybridness that he sees EVERYONE’s true form. His only description of Lucifer’s form? “Bright as fuck.” (this also means Desmond knows Michael by 'sight')

Also, Amenadiel? He looovvveess Desmond’s Shirley Templars.

Lucifer’s deals? He has a connection to Hell and, because of that connection, he’s connected to the Calculations as well. In this case, any deal he makes impacts the Calculations slightly so the person making the deal would get what they want.

Also, this:

#desmond being bff with the devil #lucifer having an actually uncomplicated honest (platonic) relationship for once #the one who suffers is maze #a lot #assassin's creed #desmond miles #lucifer #lucifer netflix #lucifer morningstar #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed #ask and answer #i am still sad constantine didn’t get a 2nd season #liked matt ryan since criminal minds

[chipistrate]

do that with Cassie

Sure! :D

Cassie:

favorite thing about them I adore how sassy she can be- like yeah she'll go down and save Gregory from the ruined Pizzaplex, that's her bestie she'd do anything for him, but that won't stop her from complaining about it. i.e. "Under Roxy Racers? *huff* that's all the way on the other side, I'm not even close." Also I believe her VA said something about her not being scared when going into the Pizzaplex iirc cause she "didn't know she was supposed to be scared" and I think that's interesting,,, "yeah that old, decaying, falling apart, creepy Pizzaplex? I don't see why I'd be scared. Gregory wants me to go there so I'm sure it's safe. Plus, what could possibly be hiding inside anyways? Bugs?" <---clueless

least favorite thing about them I'm not good at picking out least favorite things about characters I love LMAO They're just precious and beloved and I see no wrong in them<333

favorite line "that was too close. I was almost a Cassie sandwich" the DELIVERY. I love her so much even in the worst situations she's still making little shithead remarks/aff

brOTP Her and Gregory are the siblings ever<333

OTP Again- if these can be purely platonic and have no familial or romantic meaning, then her and Ellis should be and would be best friends and I stand by this forever and ever

nOTP x

random headcanon When she met up with Gregory again after SB she started helping him tear down his missing posters. She didn't know why he wanted them gone or why he was so hesitant in public, but she didn't want to pry too much and just wanted to help out. She tried, couldn't get a lot of answers out of him, and realized it was just too out of his comfort zone to talk about whatever happened while he was missing, so she just resorted to helping him however she can!

unpopular opinion Tbh I don't think she'd be angry after the elevator fall or even believe it was Gregory- at least not immediately!! Like- I could see her becoming angry over time, but I honestly think that at first she'd 100% think it was the Mimic- I mean- she literally just met a giant endo that was trying to kill her that mimicked her friends voice and communicated through speakers, I don't think she'd assume her best friend would try and kill her after meeting a dude like that. Maybe she'd end up thinking it was Gregory later and becoming way more bitter about it afterwards if we're going the Vannie route, but I think at first she'd just be really tired and sad and upset at the Mimic, but not at Gregory. She probably just thinks "he's my best friend, he would never do that. I'm sure he's on his way to get me right now, so I just need to survive a few more hours and I'll be fine." or something like that

song i associate with them Hmmm if we're talking Vannie arc then I'd say "I'm Irritated" by Fishy Bishie. If we're talking normal Cassie, then I don't listen to a lot of songs that I would consider "Cassiecore" that aren't specifically made to be Cassie songs if you know what I mean? But maybe that one really good part of "One Normal Night"

favorite picture of them

She's so confident and happy how could you possibly hate her<333

#Chip Chatter

[count-alucard-tepes]

King 👑 x Reader

An unexpected encounter…part 2

Part 1

Part 3

It had been a week or so since his encounter with Y/N and he could not get her off his mind. He wanted to know how she survived…where did she hide for all these years…and why didn’t he find her quicker. He spent most of free time trying to find out any information about any other survivors of his race until he couldn’t contain himself anymore and went to Kaido.

“…what’s on your mind, King?”, he asked as he watched his right hand man walk in without his mask which only meant he was troubled by something.

King took a seat not too far away and sighed softly, “…I’ve encountered Katakuri Charlotte’s second in command when we were doing the exchange…a woman”.

Kaido’s eyes widened before he chuckled loudly, “…well this is definitely something we should have a drink for! King is in love! That too with one of Lin Lin’s crew!”

King’s eyes widened as he blushed darkly, “That’s not what I meant, Kaido-san!”, he said in embarrassment.

“Is she the one you almost killed? You seriously have to learn how to be better with women”, Kaido laughed as he gave King some saki.

“Kaido-San, please! I didn’t mean to do that…she just wouldn’t answer me!”, he said looking frustrated, “…back to my point, she is a fellow lunarian…her physical appearance…she said she is from red line…there is no doubt in my mind”.

Kaido raised a brow at this as he sipped his drink, “…so it seems you aren’t alone in this world, little Alber…”, he said with a little smile, “…I would like to meet her but of course this will be something more strategic”.

King looked curious at this idea, “…what do you have in mind?”.

Kaido smirked, “…been a while since we had a banquet…let’s get that going and invite Lin Lin and her crew”.

King nodded and put his mask on before making his way out, "...don't try to kill her this time, you sadistic pervert!", Kaido chuckled.

Back on Whole cake island, Big Mom was informed of the invitation to Onigashima and ordered some of her children's crew to attend with of course Katakuri and Y/N being in attendance.

Katakuri frowned when he heard this but there was no way of backing out especially if it was an order. He would go to Y/N's home which wasn't far from his and knock on the door. She would answer after a little while and smile, "...well well, look what the donuts brought all the to my door...might rain today too with this special appearance".

He glared at her for a moment before rolling his eyes, "...gonna let me in or not?", he said as he folded his arms across his chest.

She grinned and let him in, "...I did get some donuts from the bakery...and just made some tea...want some?", she asked gently knowing he was sensitive about his mouth.

He nodded, "...I need to tell you about the event we need to attend first...and if you don't want to go...I can get you out of this somehow".

She looked a little confused as poured him tea before taking a seat, "...hold on...let me put my blindfold on before you rip off my head", she said as she put her blindfold, "...okay show me some fingers".

"You know I was just being serious literally 2 minutes ago...", he said as he adjusted her blindfold before holding up 9 fingers, "...okay go".

Y/N looked thoughtful, "...hm...2...no wait...7".

"...yeah you're wrong...anyway back to what I was saying...Big Mom was invited to Onigashima for some party and we need to attend..., Katakuri said as he began taking off his scarf and helping himself to some tea and donuts.

"...wait...that's Kaido's island, right? Okay I'm in! I've always wanted to meet him!", she said as she chewed her donut.

Katakuri looked at her for a moment, "...just a reminder his right hand man tried to kill you not too long ago...and Kaido is way stronger than him...".

"Oh...right...that...", she said sounding a little distant, "...I mean...I won't go near him....I just...I'll stay with you so I'll be safe...right?".

He didn't say anything for a moment, "...just make sure you keep that mouth shut and we won’t have any problems...".

"You can't see it right now, but I'm rolling my eyes at you", she said with a pout as she sipped her tea.

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Arriving at Onigashima was no easy task but Y/N was already flying about while the others were still on their ships. It was so exciting to see it from the skies, especially with the waterfalls' breeze in the air, it felt way too good on the skin.

"...you seem to be enjoying yourself while the others are still making it up here", a familiar voice said from just behind her.

She froze a little before looking back to see King was flying right behind her, the beast pirates were on land not too far away. She immediately flew back a little, "...past tense...I was enjoying myself", she said as she gave him the stink eye.

"...good...", King said as he turned his attention to the ships making their way up before instructing his men to show them the way to the island.

Y/N flew down to Katakuri's side and stood behind him, "...you okay?", he asked gently as he looked at King who maintained eye contact with him.

"...yeah...I wanted to punch him though", she said softly as she turned to look down at the water.

"...the feeling is mutual", Katakuri murmured before turning his attention to the island before them.

Once they arrived on the island, Y/N followed Katakuri's lead and once Big Mom was with Kaido, he asked to meet her too.

Y/N hesitantly went into meet Kaido while he and Big Mom talked and dined with Katakuri right at her side.

The Yonko immediately focused his attention on the young woman, "...Lunarian women are truly a sight to behold...if only I were a few decades younger I'd make you my wife", he said with a chuckle as Y/N blushed awkwardly.

"...Kaido-sama...is so kind", she said looking down at her hands as she knew she did not want to fuck up by saying anything that would get her killed.

Kaido chucked as he looked over at King who not too far from his side, "...now if you try and hurt her again...I'll pluck you like a chicken".

King sighed softly in response, "...yes, Kaido-san".

Y/N headed out with Katakuri after that strange encounter, "...I feel like I need to bath in acid after that", she said under her breath.

"...you did good, he seemed to like his ego stroked.. .along with other things", Katakuri said with a little smirk.

"...oh stop, I don't need any images in my mind...I'm going to nap for bit...I'll see you at the party later on", she said before flapping her wings a little before heading off to their quarters.

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At the party, things were getting pretty wild as one could imagine with a concert going on and then the actual dinner taking place.

Y/N attended the concert and thought Queen was pretty cool, he even gave her shout out! Of course, she was having the time of her life because this never really happens at Whole cake island.

When she did go out for some air, it was so much more quiet outside than she expected. She leaned out against the balcony frame and looked out at the moon when she heard someone behind her.

"...I'm starting to believe you like sneaking up on me...almost like a stalker", she said over her shoulder.

King looked at her in silence for a moment, "...I wanted..to apologize...", he said gently.

She frowned a little when he said that and turned to face him, "...I'm listening", she said as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"...I was surprised to encounter you that day...it was overwhelming...I never thought...I'd meet another again", he said gently.

Y/N tilted her head slightly as he said that, "...another? Wait...you're...take off your mask right now", she said as she moved to close to distance between them.

He hesitated as he looked down at her for several moments before leaning down so that she could take off his mask.

With gentle hands, she gently pulled it off and held it tight to her chest as she looked up at the man before her, "...oh...", she whispered in realization of how all the recent events fit together.

They looked at each other in silence...

((Alright I had way too much fun writing this one! I'll do part 3 later on today! Let me know what you thought about it so far!))

#ooc #one piece #king the wildfire #king one piece #one piece king #beast pirates #wano kuni #land of wano #katakuri charlotte #charlotte katakuri #katakuri one piece #one piece katakuri #whole cake island #whole cake arc #king x reader #lunarians #fanfic

[jelonkan]

Devil's Tailor

Pairing: Lucifer x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader was one of the best tailors in her lifetime. She gained this talent through a pact with the devil, and when she ended up in Hell after her death, she continued to use her skills. She sewed for the ruler of Hell.

Author Note: It's just a short thing that came to my mind lately. Lot of fluff. Enjoy!

You nervously tightened your fingers on the sketchbook, shifting from foot to foot. The dress you had patched many times shuffled on the littered floor, and the frightened gaze stared at the tall figure in front of you. Here they were. Lucifer, King of Hell, the Devil and Satan. But they didn't look like a red man with horns and a tail. No, they were beautiful. Incredibly beautiful, as Michelangelo's most beautiful sculpture, or even not. No man-made art could match the beauty they portrayed.

"I don't understand" you finally gasped, swallowing hard and trying with all your strength not to drop the book. They were so tall that you had to look up to meet their electric blue eyes. Their huge black wings folded gracefully.

"You have talent, Y/N" they explained in a calm tone, folding their hands in front of them and giving you a small smirk. "Unfortunately, talent is not enough to exist in this world."

"So please tell me. What do I have to do to exist in this world? To gain fame and fortune? Why my talent is not enough?" You asked questions, felt less panicked around them, and felt more curious. You've always been curious and wanted answers to your questions at all costs. Such desperation in you made the smile on Lucifer's lips widen.

"You see, the thing about talents is that a lot of people have them." they replied, slowly approaching you. You had to refrain from stepping back, but you wouldn't have gone far with the wall behind you anyway. "But to get what you want so badly you need a little help. I'll give you a gift. You will be the best tailor for the rest of your life." Lucifer declared temptingly.

"It sounds beautiful, but what is the price for it? I know there is always a price for these things" you asked, remembering all the stories about making contracts. Nothing ever came for free.

"Yes, there is the price, sweet one" they said with chuckle. You felt your cheeks blush at their description of you. "When you die, you will go to Hell and your gift will be taken back. You will have to deal with it yourself, and we will check if you really have talent not only for sewing, but also for survival." Their hand ran lightly over your cheek, and you held your breath at the pleasant sensation it caused. Well, then you did not think about the consequences they revealed to you and you thought much more about all the riches they offered. This life has not been kind for you, and Lucifer's help to change it was too tempting.

"Then we make deal? Pact?" you mumbled quickly, feeling the urge to have all these gifts taking over you. You knew you were greedy, but you were also sure that this opportunity would never happen again.

"Indeed." they nodded, still calm unlike you.

"Do you need my blood? I mean ... I heard that ... I..." you get caught up in words and stress. How could you suggest something so stupid? But Lucifer only smiled, amused by your nerves. It was pretty cute. Which they would never say out loud, at least not then.

"It won't be necessary." they announced, putting their hand on your cheek. You felt your face flush again and your eyes couldn't tear themselves away from their beautiful blue irises. " A simple handshake is enough for you."

Without a word, they took a few steps away from you, which you accepted with dissatisfaction, and extended their slender hand towards you. Have you wondered? No, you didn't hesitate even for a moment. You shook their hand confidently, which made them smile with a satisfied smile that made you feel a little uncomfortable. It all only took a few seconds, but Lucifer's touch was so pleasant to you that it seemed to slow down time.

"Has anything changed?" you asked looking around you. You glanced down at your hands, but they were the same too, except for the memory of Lucifer's touch. "I don't feel anything special." you added, looking back at Lucifer.

"Touch the fabric, needle or thread and you will feel the difference." they explained. Under their gaze you walked over to the table where various sewing materials were spread out. The first thing your hand touched was a pleasant green velvet fabric. You inhaled sharply, feeling the warmth coming from it. You barely refrained from starting a project that suddenly popped into your head. "Can you feel it?" Lucifer asked, and you suddenly felt their close presence behind you. Their chest was touching your back. You felt the warmth coming from them almost the same as when you touched the material.

"Yes." you swallowed nervously at their proximity. Their breath caressed your neck, making you goose bumps. "How it's possible?" you dared to turn around.

But Lucifer did not answer you. They disappeared just as they came here. Unexpectedly and in flames. Leaving you alone to know your gift and finally exist in the world.

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After a life of promised fame and fortune, you landed in Hell. Deprived of Lucifer's gift, you were on your own.

It wasn't easy for you at first to climb the ranks in Hell, but Lucifer must have forgotten one thing when they thought about taking their gift from you. Maybe your mind didn't remember how to do it, but your body did. Accustomed to all the tricks it could do, it learned it, and despite taking the gift, you were still able to sew some wonderful clothes you were known for in your lifetime. So you did what you could do best. You sewed. Surprisingly, sewing for demons was almost the same as sewing for humans. First you sewed for ordinary demons, then for those of higher rank, until finally you were noticed again by them.

"Hello, Y/N." they spoke behind you, their presence unmistakable with any other. You smiled under your breath without turning to face them and still bending over the unfolded red material you were just cutting.

"Greetings, Your Majesty." you replied.

"Why so formal?" They asked, being right behind you and bending down to brush their lips against your ear. You needed all your strength not to turn to them. You would know that you would be defeated by them in this little game.

"Maybe I know you love it when I call you that?" you muttered smiling lazily and with a quick movement cutting the material to the end. It was accompanied by the familiar hiss of tearing seams that was like beautiful music to you.

"Mm... I see. " You felt them brushing your hair back from your neck and kissing you gently, making you feel pleasant chills at the gesture. "Is there any reason why you are doing this?" they whispered into your skin. Slowly sliding their hands over your body.

"I just like seeing that smirk on your lips when I call you that." you responded by allowing yourself to look at them. And you actually did see that smirk on their lips. It made you feel warm inside.

"Clever tailor." they muttered teasingly, allowing themselves to comfortably rest their chin on your shoulder. They did it often, and even more often left red marks on it, which told others very well that you belonged only to the Ruler of Darkness. When they left you in Hell, they thought you couldn't handle it. That you would end up like many like you, that you would only be good with their gift, and talent would be nothing. They forgot about you, thinking you must have become a slave, or worse. They were surprised some time later, when they saw you dressed in shiny new clothes, accompanied by one of the higher demons, during one of the meetings. This demon also seemed to dress much better, which made Lucifer put together the facts. You were still a tailor and you worked for him. And despite taking the gift, you still did well.

They may have underestimated you, but they were not going to give you hope that you are just as good without their's help. They were going to find out for themselves. They wanted you to start sewing for them, and they would be ready to do anything to prove to you that you cannot do it without their help.

But they failed. Or maybe they started to feel more anxious about it when their mask began to fade strangely with you. You started to interest them more and more, and they liked your creations and your presence around them, much to their own dissatisfaction. They didn't control it and at some point they just stopped.

"I know, without it, I would have finished badly a long time ago and there would be no one to sew for you." you snorted with amusement, then began marking points on the material for the next cut.

"Very tragic." Lucifer rolled their eyes at your answer. "Well, I'd find someone else to replace you." they added and watched with quiet satisfaction as you react to their words.

"Do you?" you asked raising your eyebrows. Why were you surprised? The answer was obvious, you weren't the only ones eager for this place. Hell has had a surprisingly large number of interesting talent holders. But for you, they were just competition.

"Probably. But I don't think anyone can replace you in this." they said, then bent to press their lips against yours. You deepened the kiss with a smug groan that made their fingers dig into your hips. You knew that with Lucifer it was difficult to control your emotions, so in order not to end your work prematurely, you broke the kiss.

"Why so nice?"you asked, panting slightly against their reddened lips. Yours probably looked like that too, and you were sure that your lipstick was smudged.

"I just like seeing that blush on your cheeks." they replied, and you felt the warmth on your cheeks as if on cue. "Here it is, my sweet one." They ran a finger down your flushed skin. You could stare into their beautiful eyes for years, for eternity, but the love for your work turned out to be stronger this time.

"All right, Lord Tenderness." you quickly disentangled yourself from their grip to circle the large table and find yourself on the safer side so you wouldn't get dragged back into their next frolics. "I still have a job to do. This robe does not sew by itself." when you said it, you pointed to a red robe spread over a mannequin. Maybe it didn't look good yet, but you already saw in your head how good Lucifer looked in this.

"So dedicated to her art, Y/N." they purred, shaking their heads with a smile. Before you knew it, they were in front of you, pinning you to the table. "When you're done, I think you might need a little rest. And I'll take care of you myself."they whispered in your ear, their wings moved slightly as you kind of innocently ran your hand over them.

"Yes, yes." you nodded, still gently stroking their wings and seeing the reaction it had on them. You knew that was their weak point. "But only when I'm finished." This time it was you who whispered to them and then managed to pull away from them. They have taught you so many tricks that you have turned against them many times. How ironic. "You started by making a pact with me, now let me use my skills and pay you back a little." you added, grabbing the scissors and a set of threads, which unfortunately did not warm your skin like in your lifetime, but the mere feeling of having them in your hands was enough. Holding Ruler of Hell in your arms was so much nicer, so you were able to get over this loss... somehow.

Lucifer didn't speak any more, just smiled and let you help them take off their clothes. Then put them in a red robe and let you work with your art.

Despite everything. You became the devil's tailor. And you loved every part of it.

#gwendoline christie #the sandman lucifer morningstar #the sandman lucifer #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer morningstar #lucifer x reader #sandman netflix #reader #female reader

[random-letters-i-just-thought-of]

Clones mourning the Jedi

Ok, so, bear with me, my brain is constantly making up scenarios that I want to happen in Bad Batch Season 3. Most of the time I don't do anything with them, but this one today was especially emotional, so I just can't keep it to myself. Even though it doesn't fit into the story at all and is probably also very out of character. So… I need the connection between the clones and the Jedi to be appreciated, right? So my brain was like: How about we have the clones collectively, in their little community that they built, (which will also totally happen, right? I mean… clone rebellion?!?…please?!!), mourn the Jedi? And I was just: Umm… I don't think… And my brain went: Shut up, I've already made up a whole fucking ceremony and the precise camera angles and shots it will be shown in. So anyway, it starts with the Bad Batch needing Rex's help for a mission or something, so they go to him, and Rex is like: "Sure, but not today." So Hunter asks why, and he just says: "It's Empire Day." No missions till tomorrow morning." "Why? You're celebrating?", Wrecker asks jokingly. Rex huffs and flashes a sad little smile: "We're mourning."

Empire Day would be roughly the day Order 66 happened, right? I mean, I have no idea how space time works so I just assume that. So anyway, they go inside and meet all the other clones from Rex's little Network who sit together, talk and laugh, and many of them, most of them, are doing some sort of pottery. Echo is also there (which doesn't make sense because at this point he would have been back with the Bad batch already, but honestly, I don't care when this happens. Could also be way earlier. Actually, that would maybe be even better, so we can have Tech and Omega on board as well) so after some big hellos, of course the Bad Batch asks what's going on with this pottery stuff. Rex has excused himself at this point, but Echo shows them they're making little bowls and explains that it is part of the ceremony to honor the Jedi. At this point, it becomes a bit awkward for the Bad Batch since they never had such a connection to the Jedi and also experienced order 66 differently. But it gets better when Wrecker asks if he can make one for the little Padawan (Caleb), even though he hopes he survived. Just to remind of him. And Echo beams and says "sure" and shows them the bowl he's making for Ahsoka. He started it, still thinking she died during Order 66, but then Rex found out, teared up, and told him everything. He still makes her a bowl. To remember her. Because wherever she is now, even though she survived, the sassy, lighthearted, funny little commander he knew is definitely dead. So the Bad batch mixes with the other Clones. Wrecker makes his little bowl; maybe Hunter and Omega (if she's there) make one for Shaak Ti and Tech (if he's there) helps with the technical preparations for the ceremony and makes some valuable improvements. (Um, yeah, I have no Ideas for Crosshair. I'm open for suggestions! As said, not following any continuity/timeline here.) In the evening, everything is ready for the ceremony. It goes this way: Everyone who wants to has made a bowl for a specific Jedi, or several bowls for several Jedi, one bowl for multiple Jedi at once, or just one for all of them or no one in particular. They fill the bowls with a special material that will create a colorful flame when burned. Normally, they choose the color of their Jedi's lightsaber.

So for the ceremony, one after another lights up their lanterns, takes them to the little shrine or altar they built, says the name(s) of the one(s) they want to honor/remember maybe adds a little prayer if they feel like it, and then returns to the group to watch the flames leaping up to the sky. A colorful, beautiful mess, so bright, so hopeful, just like the Jedi were. Many bring blue ones for Shaak Ti, their beloved guardian on Kamino, who was killed by the ones she protected and watched over so lovingly. I'm thinking some of the Ryloth clones, the ones from Howzer's squad, maybe served under Mace Windu before they were stationed on Ryloth after the battle, so we get a few beautiful, strong purple flames. Wollfe brings one for Plo Koon, and his hands, ever shaking, now that his mind is no longer trustworthy, are steady when he sets down the bowl. His eyes, that are now mostly clouded by thoughts he can't voice, are clear for once as he remembers the brave man he fought side by side with, that he knows died wrongly even though his mind, corrupted by the chip for far too long, won't let him believe it. Cody's Hands (of course Cody is there, why wouldn't he be?) on the other hand are shaking as he brings forth the bowl he made for his general. It's not the only one for him on their little shrine, but it is probably by far the brightest and the most detailed. "Obi Wan Kenobi", he says, his voice is not shaking, but it's oh so quiet. He swallows hard and thinks for a moment before he adds: "Wherever you are right now… be safe. I miss you. I'm so sorry, love." And he wants to say so much more, but he doesn't know how, and now it's too late anyway. Echo's lantern for Ahsoka burns bright in the yellowish green he remembers, so fresh, so young, and so free. Rex is the last one to set down his lantern. "Anakin Skywalker", he says, making sure to place it right in the middle of the shrine, next to the bright blue flame that is Cody's lantern for Obi Wan and in front of the green one that is Ahsoka's. His voice does not shake, his steps do not falter, as he walks back to the group and turns around to watch the lights. (We see Hunter shooting Rex a quick, slightly worried, slightly curious glance because he's still convinced Anakin and Rex had something going on after that very suspicious scene in season 7.) We see the Bad Batch exchanging glances because they kind of feel like intruders. Because they suddenly feel grief over something they never even really knew. But then again, did any of them? We see Omega holding on to Hunter, deeply moved but not completely understanding why or what this is all about. We have a wide shot of all the clones standing in front of the lights, watching them with varying stages of grief. Some of them look deeply hurt; some of them smile sadly or even relieved as they watch the bright light resembling their friends, their mentors, their comrades, their idols. Only a very few of them are crying. Because even after all that's happened, they're still so strong. So used to the losses. Most of them watch the lights and gain strength. Grow a determined look on their face. They're going to make up for this. If there's one thing they can do, it's fight, so you bet that's what they're going to do. Cut to Rex staring into the flames and putting on his brave face for his brothers. His strong face as the leader. The determined face that makes it so easy, natural to follow him. He stares into the lights and knows this is his fight, the role he plays, the task he is set to fulfill. He is setting himself to fulfill. Their destiny is in their own hands now. And they're going to use it to make the galaxy the Jedi couldn't. It's what they owe them. And, most importantly, it's what they want to do, too. They were made to protect the galaxy, and damn well, they will. Because the Jedi gave them hope. Showed them that it can be different. Taught them to believe in themselves. In the human in every single one of them. 

Cut to the Lanterns burning on the table, the colorful dancing flames, and it slowly zooms in on the bright blue flames of Anakin and Obi Wan burning next to each other.

But it doesn't stop there. It continues zooming in on Anakin's flame. And slowly, through the flickering light of Anakin's flame, we catch our first glimpse of Darth Vader. I'm thinking a Kenobi-like reveal. With dramatically swelling music and then just…breathing.

And then the screen goes black, bam episode over, bam Vader is the villain of Bad Batch now.

I know none of this makes sense, but it made me emotional, so….

Anyway if somebody else is having feels now, go listen to "Goodbye" by Ramsey, it's the song that was stuck in my head while writing this and it makes everything 100 times sadder :).

#After this they of course also have a ceremony to remember their brothers #Because so many of them too fell that day #But that is more like whatever headcanon you have for clones mourning during the war #I love the headcanon of the mandalorian-like rememberance with saying the names and stuff #Which is also why they say the names of their Jedi in this #Also sorry for my terrible english😂 #It's the reason I normally dont post stuff #star wars #the clone wars #the bad batch #clone rebellion #clone troopers #star wars clones #bad batch echo #bad batch wrecker #bad batch hunter #bad batch omega #jedi & clones #jedi order #order 66 #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #ahsoka tano #captain rex #commander cody #codywan #commander wolffe #darth vader #rexwalker #shaak ti

[vorish-wonderland]

So, you and your friends have summoned a demon. Now what. Oh, what's that? It needs a human sacrifice to initiate the deal? It needs a LIVING human sacrifice to initiate the deal? This is gonna be a looooooong night for you...

Includes: soft vore, unwilling prey, implied fatal (but I don't describe it), a twist ending!!

★✦Nightmare✦★

☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ

The floor rumbled and began to glow.

"YEAAAHHH!! WE DID IT!!" Ace yelled, throwing his hands in the air.

"What the hell? No. Leave me out of this." Jack said. "Epel, Deuce, let's go."

"Man you never let me do anything fun!" Epel pouted.

"I... don't really want to deal with a demon right now." Deuce admitted.

"I should probably get going too! I need to be back at the dorm by now anyways!" Sebek yelled, before running off.

Now it was just you, Ace, and the glowing floor.

"Which of you humans summoned me?"

You hid behind Ace.

"So it was the ginger?"

A giant body began to rise out of the floor.

"What is it you want from me? A deal, perhaps~?"

"A... deal?" Ace asked.

"Why yes of course~! I can give you ANYTHING you want... for a small price, obviously..."

The demon looked... familiar. You aren't too sure why, though.

"Anything I want!!?" Ace excitedly asked.

"Ace! This is a demon! Don't just go along with what he's saying!" You yelled.

The demon glared down at you after you said that. He flashed you an almost ravenous looking grin at you.

"Hey you! Demon!" Ace yelled. "Can you help me get good grades?!"

"Depends. Is that what you want?"

"It is!!"

"Yes, I can do that. But first things first, let's introduce ourselves! After all, we will be having a business relationship from now on... human, what is your name?"

"It's, uh, Ace Trappola!"

"And... the one standing behind you~?"

"That's (Y/N)!"

"WHY WOULD YOU TELL IT MY NAME?!"

"Ah... pleased to meet you, (Y/N)." The demon licked his lips. "My name would be Azul Ashengrotto."

...huh.

That name also sounds familiar...

"I know what I want from you. I want (Y/N)."

"What?!" You yelled.

"You see, I haven't eaten in oh so long... I'm practically STARVING..." Azul smiled wide, before pointing at you. "And that's where you come in, my dear. You will sate my hunger."

"WHAT?! NO! I AM NOT LETTING YOU EAT ME!!" You yelled more.

"Ah ah ah... (Y/N), only the one making the deal can decide who to sacrifice. Ace, what do you say?"

Ace was nervously quiet.

"...I'M SORRY (Y/N) BUT I NEED THIS! YES, (Y/N) IS THE SACRIFICE!"

"Perfect!"

A tentacle shot up from the ground, and grabbed you tightly, completely preventing you from moving.

"Now, Ace, I'll just need you to sign this contract. Then, everything will be locked into place... and you'll get good grades!"

A golden contract appeared in front of Ace, along with a pen for him to sign with.

Not hesitating one bit, Ace grabbed the pen and signed his name.

"AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I haven't had a meal in such a long time...!" The tentacle pulled you towards Azul. "Now, Ace, your terms are simple! It should be nearly impossible for you to break contract, but... if you do, then... you shall join (Y/N) as my meal, my body will digest your physical forms, and then..." He tapped his golden shell necklace. "BOTH of your souls will be mine."

"Ace I swear to the Seven if we survive this I will KILL YOU." You said, through gritted teeth.

Ace simply nervously laughed in response.

The tentacle you're assuming was attached to Azul's body pulled you closer, and raised you up to his face, and then it shoved you into his mouth, making sure your legs were still sticking out from his lips.

Azul made direct eye contact with Ace before sucking the rest of you into his mouth.

Ace was grabbed by a tentacle as well, and suddenly pressed against Azul's neck, before...

You were swallowed.

"I'll be seeing you, Ace."

Then, Azul disappeared.

...

You stay inside the giant demon's stomach for a few days, before you suddenly felt something fall into you.

You assume someone else was in your position of being a sacrifice, but unfortunately...

"Haha, uh. Heyyyyyy, (Y/N)...!"

THAT'S ACE.

THAT IS ACE.

"YOU JUST HAAAD TO SUMMON A DEMON, HUH?!" You angrily yelled.

"Hey, it's not my fault this happened!! He just appeared and told me I broke a rule I didn't even know about!"

...It's already starting to hurt.

"Dammit..." You sighed. "We... we're really gonna die in here."

"I'm sorry, (Y/N)." Ace mentioned.

"Welp, not like it matters anymore! We're gonna die!"

And then you woke up.

What just happened?

Why are you in your bed?

...

Oh yeah.

You went to sleep after trying to convince Ace to not make another contract with Azul.

Man that was a weird dream.

#hngg demon Azul- #i kinda wanna do more demon!octavinelle in the future... could be fun~ #soft vore #twst vore #twisted wonderland vore #gt vore #azul ashengrotto #twisted wonderland x reader #v.ore #v/ore #azul ashengrotto x reader #another bigzul (big azul) post by yours truly

[nanamismoonchild]

the ancestor's scales (part 2 chapter 2) - GODS

→ pairing: dragon prince! namjoon x dragon princess!poc OC

 → genre/au: fantasy, royalty au, smut, fluff, humor, soulmates au, explores a little of African/Korean mythology 

→ summary: Isador's hand has been won by none other than Namjoon. Now weddings bells are ringing and she has to walk down the aisle.

->wc:1.5k

This is your descendant, Orunmila?”

“Yes.”

“She is who you picked to spread our messages?”

“Yes.”

Isador’s head was ringing. The voices were not helping in any way.

“Isador Abioye, are you awake child?”

The noise she made was something between a grunt and an affirmation. The ringing was becoming louder and was making everything fuzzy. She could’ve sworn someone had said Orunmila.

“I believe she is incapacitated. Give the girl some water from the healing fountain.”

Was she in the hospital? If so, why were they talking about the gods and healing fountains?

She felt a glass being pressed to her lips, and she tasted cold water. She drank it feverishly and felt a cooling sensation through her body. Her head stopped spinning and she was able to open her eyes to see two people standing above her. One looked concerned while the other was annoyed.

The concerned one was a well-built man with a muscular physique. He looked like her but much older. Dark brown skin, kinky hair that raised towards the sun, brown eyes, and full lips. She instantly knew this was Orunmila. The god of wisdom and the god that bestowed her grandmother with the strength to lead the dragons to a new home.

The annoyed one looked like someone from the Seoul Province. In fact, Isador thought the person looked a little like Namjoon. Piercing almond eyes, long legs that went on for miles, and chestnut tanned skin. She wasn’t sure who they were but they were connected to Namjoon’s ancestry. If Isador squinted hard enough from her view on the floor, she could see that their eyes were really the color of a fire.

Racking her mind, she finally came to realize that this was Jowangshin.

“Are you clear minded now, child?” Orunmila asked.

Isador nodded and pulled herself upright. This was when she noticed that she was in her human form. She had clearly been in her dragon form.

She took in her surroundings, noticing the different drawings and writings on the walls. Isador could see brightly colored dragons and stick figured humans on one of the walls. The humans had pickaxes and swords while the dragons lay motionless. Chained. Weak. It was the time before Graele saved her people.

As many times as she heard the story from her grandmother, nothing could compare to the actual horrors dragons must have faced. Her grandmother still had the scars.

“You have no survival skills, child,” the annoyed one said, obviously irked. “We could have killed you ten times over now.”

“Jowangshin.”

“I’m just saying, Orunmila. She’s not asked a single question about us.”

Isador fought against the urge to roll her eyes. In retrospect, Jowangshin was correct. She hadn’t asked a single question. Isador felt as if she didn’t need to ask anything because it was going to be answered anyway.

If these were truly the gods her grandmothers always talked about, then they were wise beyond their years. And Jowangshin looked as if they would get annoyed if Isador asked questions.

So her situation wasn’t the best.

Orunmila squatted to reach Isador and bowed his head. Isador did the same in respect.

“It is wonderful to finally meet a descendant of the courageous Gayle. I was blessed to give her the gifts of the elements and more.”

Isador withheld her incessant snort and let him continue.

“But, it has come to my attention that someone took those gifts away. Especially at a time when you would need it most. Are you truly the only one with the gift? How was it stolen from the family line of Gayle? The line of Orunmila?”

“Here we go with the narcissist-like attitude,”Jowangshin said snarkily.

Orunmila shared a secret eye-roll with Isador but ignored the other god. He waited for Isador to answer.

Isador was surprised, which would be an understatement. “The gods took away our gift once they realized that the dragons were on the brink of civil war because of the elemental power that only my family could have. Were you not a part of that decision?”

Orunmila shook his head and cast a knowing look at his companion. Isador still had no clue why they were here. They hadn’t done anything but patronize her very existence.

“I would not take away something I kindly bestowed on a descendant I found worthy. That is not the way of the Arushi.”

Isador wanted to point out that it actually was the way of the Arushi, but she saw Jowangshin glare at her from behind Orunmila and kept her retort to herself.

“Isador, let me introduce you to Jowangshin, the god of the underworld. She is kin to the one you have made vows to.”

Vows. Isador had completely forgotten about the wedding. Namjoon and her family were probably freaking out, meanwhile she was being held hostage by the most two confusing gods she had ever (and these were the only two) spoken with.

“Namjoon is a descendant of hers and was granted a gift that equals yours.”

Jowangshin cleared their throat and gave Orunmila a pointed look. “I can introduce myself ‘Mila. You don’t do me any justice anyway. Why’d you stop at god of the underworld and kin? I am much more than that.” The god had begun to rant in a language that Isador recognized as old Seoulan.

She had learned the language as a child, because her grandmothers liked to tease her. Of course, like everything else, she had to adopt the new languages of the provinces.

She waited for the god to calm down before asking, “What is this about? I need to go back to the wedding.”

“Listen, child,” Orunmila began. “As you know now, you are a harbinger for the gods. You are our messenger. When you saw the gift, that was our que to bring you here. We need questions answered, and so do you. Your wedding can wait.”

Maybe all three emotions packed into one is a good idea. But curiosity did kill the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.

“What questions do you have that you think I can answer? Aren’t the two of you supposed to be all-knowing?”

They both answered “No” at the same time.

Jowangshin crossed their arms and leaned on the wall, “One of the questions you already answered for us.”

“Great. Let’s hear the next ones so I can get back.”

Orunmila shared another look with Jowangshin–something that was starting to get on Isador’s last nerve.

“Our second question is-”

“Actually,” Isador interrupted. “I have a few questions of my own. Why am I the one with the gift if it was taken from us? Why do I have more than one gift?"

"All questions will be answered in due tim-"

"If I answered your question, then you answer mine."

Jowangshin lifted their eyebrows but Isador saw the minute smile growing on their face. " So the princess does have a spine," they said. "Fine. I'll answer why you have more than one gift. It's the same reason why Namjoon has more than one."

"His is hidden," Isador interrupted.

"Yes. For good reason. Where you are the harbinger of the gods, Namjoon is a death odemi."

Isador tilted her head in confusion.

"An odemi is a demon. A powerful one. There are many types but we’ll only focus on the death part.”

Orunmila shook his head at his companion. “Another time. Isador needs to go back.”

Jowangshin simply shrugged, “Isador, when you get back, everyone will be a little worried. You did fall almost 30 feet down-”

“What?”

“But thankfully,” they continued, ignoring Isador,” you were in your dragon form anyway. You will not tell anyone where you have been.”

Orunmila nodded, “I will say that it will be easy for you not to mention it. In fact, I will show you what you missed before we brought you here.”

The god placed his hand on her forehead. Isador felt a pulling sensation before a vivid image flashed before her eyes.

Oh gods.

“This is what I would have seen?” She couldn’t hide the panic in her voice.

Both of the gods nodded.

Her head began to pound again and her arm felt heavier.

“You are waking up, child. We’ll be calling you back soon.”

Orunmila stood to his full height. Isador hadn’t even realized she was still on the floor.

“Isador, I don’t like you that much. But I do like my descendant Namjoon. Stay near him and you will be protected,” Jowangshin said. “And practice your elemental gift. You will need it.”

The room was beginning to fade in and out, and the headache was turning into a migraine. Her arm was definitely feeling weird, and if Isador had to guess, it was broken.

Orunmila had one last thing to say though.

“History is repeating itself, Isador, but this time…the gods will not be on your side.”

#bts #namjoon #networkbangtan #kwritersworldnet #btsafterdarknet #bts x black reader #namjoon smut #bangtan #bts smut #bts x oc #ancestor's scales #ill fix it up when i get off