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evasive-anon · 4 months

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Jason Attacking Tim at Titans Tower

Fanon vs Canon

We've all seen the versions in fanfiction but I'm not so sure everyone's seen the original so if you're one of those batfam fans who doesn't want to read the comics (regardless of reasons) but you are curious about how it actually went this is for you.

What I'm addressing:

What does Jason actually say to Tim during the attack?

Did Jason drug all the other Titans?

Did Jason really wear a Robin costume?

Did Jason slit Tim's throat or call him replacement?

Did Jason actually break Tim's bo staff?

Was Tim crying or scared?

Did Jason write a message on the wall in Tim's blood?

Did Jason's eyes glow green?/Did he follow pit rage mechanics?

Panels and details below. This is a LONG one.

What did Jason actually say to Tim during the attack?

Dialogue in fanfiction during the Titans Tower attack varies based on what kind of fic you're reading but usually its either 'time to clip Replacement's wings' if its staying a beatdown whump 'or oh no precious lil bby why is no one watching you' if its an accidental child acquisition. Not judging either option, but this ain't about them its about the real shit.

Look at these opening lines:

Hey, Tim. I was here first.You're the Red Hood. You've been cleaning up Gotham the easy way. Easy? What do you know about easy, Tim? You had a father that looked after you. You went to a private school, right? You slept in a bed. I slept on the streets, I lived in the alleyways in Gotham. Trying to survive. Until Bruce took me in. I trained as hard as I could. I did whatever he asked. . . at least at first. But it didn't matter. They said I wasn't tough enough to be robin. But today, they say you are. Show me, Tim. Show me what you have that I didn't.

Jason really puts himself out there in all of his dialogue in this encounter, the struggle of having to fight for anything and everything he got in life, even the things that came to everyone else for free, and then being told he wasn't even good enough for the things he fought for.

There's a trope in fanfics that if Jason knew Tim stalked Batman and forced his way into being Robin that it would change how Jason felt about the situation but that's even addressed in this comic:

You were a kid, worried about how Batman was spiraling down into darkness. You spent weeks tracking the dark knight. Solving a mystery no one else could. You discovered who he was behind that mask. Millionaire Bruce Wayne. You were so pleased with yourself, I'm sure that you forgot who you were really dealing with. I know Bruce Wayne. And let me tell you, Tim if someone was trying to find out who Batman really was. If someone was stalking him for weeks. He'd know about it. You can't be that good. I am. He let you find him. And I bet he said the same thing to you as he did to me, didn't he? That you had a talent to make a difference in Gotham. That he needed someone he could trust in war on crime. That you were one of a kind. The light to his darkness. Robin, the Boy Wonder.

Tim saying 'I am' is really such a moment that doesn't come through in text because he is right that he really did do that but I also completely understand why Jason wouldn't believe it.

TBH my favorite part is how done Tim honestly sounds with Jason thoughout all his trauma dumping. Like imagine a grown man who used to work the same part time job as you breaking into your house, dressing up in your work uniform, ranting about how much the job ruined his life while he beats your ass??? God, and he probably had to write a fucking report about it after. RIP Timmy.

What do you want? Do you want to be Robin again? Is that it? You... want to take it away from me? Why in the hell would I ever want that? Don't you get it? When I died no one cared! No one remembered me. Are you completely insane? No one could forget you. I've spent my entire career wearing this mask under your shadow. I had to convince Batman to let me try this. All because he'll never stop blaming himself for what happened to you. You ask me, that's the only reason he hasn't taken you down. He's holding back. But me? No freakin' way. That's the Robin I wanted to see. Still. You do realize the whole idea of training a teenager to fight against something he'll never eradicate is a mistake. It didn't even surprise anyone when I died. When I failed. I failed-- but I'm still beating you. Do you think you're that good now?! Do you really, Tim? Yes.

Tim bashing Jason across the face as he says 'no freakin' way'? *chefs kiss*

Jason drugging the other Titans to knock them out?

Little bit true, Kory was actually just already away from the tower and BB and Cyborg were about to bounce because of the drama going on with Donna's return but Jason like super tazes them and then drugs Raven who he thought already went through enough shit without him knocking her out violently.

Note: Jason says in the text here that he never rolled with Cyborg or BB but like he actually did in some comics so?? The continuity is lie I guess idk.

Did he show up in Red Hood gear or a Robin costume?

Both tbh but he spent most of the time in the Robin costume but bro actually made a stripper rip away version of his Red Hood gear so he could dramatically reveal the Robin costume underneath. I can't believe no one ever includes that in their fics its so fucking funny.

Does he call Tim 'replacement' or slit his throat?

No, this came from a Batman comic with Hush not Teen Titans. That incident takes place in a graveyard not Titans Tower and he calls Tim pretender not replacement.

Does Jason break Tim's staff?

Tragically, no. The bo staff snap would have been iconic. Instead he just takes Tim's staff and beats Tim up with it and breaks stuff. BUT!! He uses it to bust a statue in the TITANS MEMORIAL ROOM which is a place in Titans Tower just for having statues of dead previous titans and Jason is rightfully pissed he didn't get one. Like Tim is correct in saying no one forgot him still but like I would be hurt too if all my friends made cool statues of friends that died and then just left my zombie ass out, like wtf.

Note: I am seriously losing my shit that I have never seen someone bring up the memorial room in a fanfic. That is so much angst material. 😭

Tim crying/ being scared?

Hell no. He's a fucking Robin you know he's being a sassy boy the whole time, even towards the end when he's about done he's still saying he's her and I love Tim for that.

Note: There are a few different times where Tim does a flippy Robin move and then Jason just fucking copies it like flexing that he can do it too, and its just so petty and stupid he's trying so hard to be better than an actual child. 💀I get why in the context of the situation but its still so ridiculous.

Message on the wall in Tim's blood?

TBH I really don't know for sure on this one?? Like its implied that he did but Tim isn't bleeding all that much throughout this beatdown and like we don't see Jason do it just the Titans reacting to seeing it after. It could be Tim's blood, it could be red paint, and it could even be that Jason packed an actual bucket of blood to bring with him to write a message with after he finished. TBH the world is your oyster on this one.

Note: If anyone can find another comic where this event was brought up where they actually clarify it was Tim's blood hmu and I'll update this but I couldn't find any.

Pit rage/ glowing green eyes?

Fanon only at this point in the comics. Jason is seems to be himself and even thinks Tim and his friends are pretty cool at the end, and he's just like reflecting on if he had good friends if he would have turned out better as he leaves.

#tim drake #jason todd #red hood #robin dc #teen titans #comic panels #jason and tim #teen titans 2003 #dc comics #panels are from teen titans (2003) issue 29 #i would never tell anyone they have to read comics but i do think seeing the original scene of fanon favs is good #not because you need to follow them but because its good to know what you're taking inspo from #jason attacking tim at titans tower #LONG POST

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phantombstone · 6 months

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LOST BET | GHOST X READER

He lost a bet to Soap and Gaz and now he's paying the consequences.

Genre: Fluff, crack.

TW: None.

WC: 762.

Only a few more hours. "Only".

Those bastards had picked the worst day for the bet. In a few minutes there was a meeting that Ghost had been called to, but he was still sitting in the room with his back pressed to the door, his mind filled with homicidal, gory thoughts. As soon as the bet was over, Soap and Gaz had better run and pray he wouldn't catch them.

He sighed, leaning his forehead on his forearms which he kept crossed over his knees, bent towards his chest. He was trying to disappear, making himself smaller and smaller.

"Fuckin' hell", he cussed under his breath. "Once I'm out, they're done living"

His mask laid beside him, motionless. He didn't even dare to touch it, it was as if he was afraid of "infecting" it with the girly pop energy of what he was dared to wear. He had no idea where Gaz had found it, but that... pink, shiny... teeth-rotting... thing - thing, because there was no other term to describe what he was wearing - certainly wasn't to the taste of any of the girls at the base, especially you.

Thinking of you made his stomach twisted. God. How could he even face you in those conditions? You, his Achilles heel.

"Bloody hell". He lifted his head from his arms and rested them on the surface of the door behind him, his eyes shut.

"I'm not fuckin' goin' to the meeting", he decided after contemplating the ceiling for a long while. It had probably already started, it wasn't even worth showing up at that point.

A soft knock woke him from his thoughts. He jumped in surprise but quickly regained his composure.

"Hey Simon, everything okay?", you asked from behind the door.

Fuck, what was he supposed to say now? Yes? So why didn't he show up to the meeting? No? Maybe it was better to lie.

"I have fever".

"Oh. Could you please let me enter?".

No way. There was no way. Not you.

"Not a good idea, you'll get sick".

"Come on Simon, I'm not scared".

He didn't know what to do or say, so he just stayed silent in hope you would stop asking him questions and go away. He loved you but couldn't stand to show himself in that way to you.

He sighed again, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingertips.

"Simon?".

"I'm okay, no need to check on me".

He could feel you roll your eyes on the other side of the door.

"Simon Riley, you've never skipped a single meeting even though you clearly weren't interested in being there, and you also entered the battlefield with a 40°C fever. Remember that time? You couldn't even stand properly but came anyway".

He didn't respond.

"What's happening? Don't keep me outside of this".

"Nothing's happening".

"Soap and Gaz also told me to check on you. I was already on my way, but they were worried about you".

"Motherfuckers", he cussed in a low voice, but you heard him anyway.

"Motherfuckers?", you asked, confused.

"They are". They could've simply told you they he was okay and fine, that you needn't worry, but no.

"But why?". You were starting to take their side, and that wasn't good at all. Legitimate, because from the outside the situation took on a completely different meaning, but he didn't like it.

He sighed again, this time louder than the others.

"Simo-...n" was your first reaction when he opened the door to stop the argument before it even started: his pride mattered to him, but you of course were more important.

Your eyes widened and searched for his, hidden under his hand, no balaclava or mask in sight.

"What the fuck", you muttered before bursting out laughing.

You wrapped your arms around his bust to prove you loved him even though you were literally having fun at his expense.

"Feeling a little fairy today?", you joked and he grunted.

"So that's why you called them motherfuckers", you pointed out after a while, referring to Soap and Gaz. "Can't say you aren't right".

He said nothing, just stayed with his arms crossed and a hand covering his face.

You lowered his hand and kissed his knuckles, closing the door behind you to protect his privacy and his trust, consisting in fully exposing himself, from his face to that fucking horrible dress he was wearing.

"I will avenge you, love", you said, chuckling. "I'll make them wear dresses at least ten times worse than this one. Just you wait".

And he cracked a smile.

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restinslices · 4 months

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Could you do the Earthrealm champions being invited by GN!reader to dance with them in a video?

If you need song ideas for this request, I got you covered:

Bet y’all ain’t know I like K-pop. Expect the unexpected. My internet is being dumb asf and I cannot add gifs so you’re getting dumb pictures I found on Pinterest

Johnny Cage

“I’m a star sweetheart, I don’t have time for silly videos”

*Proceeds to dance with passion*

Johnny cannot take shit seriously so if you think he’d be too proud to do a little dance for a video, you’re smoking

He probably wears something way over the top for the video as if he’s actually performing for a crowd

I don’t think Johnny is a natural dancer but he makes do. He probably practices to make sure he doesn’t look stupid and you’ll have to record the video multiple times until he’s satisfied

“I don’t like that one or that one or that one or-” “I’m gonna find a new partner. Oh my gosh”

Honestly I think he has more fun than you

“I think I should add ‘dancer’ to my lists of talents”

He probably asks to do it again

Idk if I see Johnny being into K-pop but the interest would start here and spiral

I also feel like he enjoys dances from girl groups more than boy groups. I once again don’t know why I think this way but it makes sense in my head

Likes more simple dances. It keeps the focus on his pretty face and outfits

“I think I’d be fantastic in a girl group” “Ok Johnny”

It’s giving “nurse! He’s out again!”

He has a new hyperfixation now. I hope you’re proud of yourself

Favorite thing to dance to is Cupid by Fifty Fifty

Kenshi Takahashi

Only does it because you asked him to, and even then he doesn’t really want to

He doesn’t hate dancing but he just doesn’t do it

Considering he escaped from the Yakuza, him being in a video with you isn’t the best idea. You can call him paranoid. He calls himself careful.

When he finally agrees, he's wearing the most obnoxious get up; hoodie, sweatpants, a hat, glasses, a mask and gloves. It's so no one can know who he is, but who in the Yakuza is randomly watching dance videos?

He won't change his mind though and wears it all.

You have to do an easy dance otherwise he'll sweat himself to death

I don't see him going out of his way to do it again. It was alright to him. He's not big on dancing so learning a dance then doing it wasn't the best way to spend his time. Also he was extremely sweaty so he's not tryna do it again

He will if you ask, but he won't bring it up first

He's trying to not be noticed but people can't help but notice him

I feel like he favors boy groups only slightly. Favorite thing to dance to is Still 24K by 24K but only the chorus because once again, sweat and heat. And YES I picked 24K because I'm never letting their name die. I miss them

Kung Lao

“I have better things to do, like training new recruits at the Academy” “If you're too scared of me dancing better than you, just say that”

He learns the dance that night

He's competitive so what's supposed to be a sweet couples thing, turns serious

Wants to do a hard dance just to prove how great he is even if it's stupid

Legit is angrily typing “hard kpop dances” and picking one at random

He has you ask the audience to comment who danced better or do a poll

If he wins, he's ecstatic and wants to continue showing off. If he loses, he's bitter. The vote was rigged. Real “Stop the count!” type shit

If he loses he wants to do it again so he can do better. He legit can't let it go. The problem is he keeps diving into hard ass dances and refuses to start simple

You have to pry his hands off the keyboard and help him pick something simple

Once he stops being stubborn then you two can actually have fun. Dancing can become a regular thing, but he's gonna keep making it a challenge

In his eyes, he always wins

Idk if he has a preference for boy or girl groups. I'll say his favorite thing to dance to is Monster by Exo because I feel like he'd want to do Chanyeol's jump

Raiden

I think he'd be shy at first. Super Shy if you will

He doesn't wanna fuck it up, yk? After being told it's not that deep and it's just for fun, he agrees

Besides Johnny, he's probably having the most fun. I feel like he enjoys spending time with the people he cares about and this is doing just that

Wants to do it again because it's spending time with you and it makes you happy

Before I even end this, he's a girl group stan and I'm standing on it

Idk why but I think he'd like 4Minute and I'm not changing my mind. He'd be bummed they're not together anymore

Honestly, his favorite groups have probably all disbanded or are on hiatus. He's not having a good time

“I like 4Minute” “disbanded” “2NE1?” “disbanded” “Miss A?” “disbanded” “CLC?” “I don't think they're disbanded but they're doing their own thing” “I hate my life”

I just feel like he'd have bad luck

Dancing becomes a new hobby though. He can't always be getting rid of threats.

Mainly does it with you

His favorite thing to dance to is Whatcha Doin’ Today by 4Minute. Honestly I can see that being his favorite song which is a real shame cause I think his favorite would be Jihyun and she got like, one line (I'm projecting)

Liu Kang

Big problem with your plan. He has glowing eyes and shades hardly dull them. How's he gonna hide that?

With TWO pairs of shades of course

I think he'd be reluctant to make the video because his existence isn't supposed to be known by random people

He'd be willing to dance with you alone, he's just not sure about the video and he won't be sure until you come up with a good idea that'll get rid of that problem

You can post it on your close friends though. They make sense

I feel like he'd like dancing to some random ass unknown group from the 80s or 90s. Who even are these people?

He did watch as civilization grew so he's seen tons of groups form and disband so I guess it's not surprising he knows smaller groups.

Idk if he'd have a preference for boy groups or girl groups. If it's good music, it's good music

I don't think it'd become a new hobby for him. He's not reluctant about it like Kenshi, it just doesn't interest him as much as you'd like

He makes it known he's doing this for you. Not in an asshole way, but in a “I really like when you're happy” type of way

I'm NOT looking up old ass groups just for this so imma say his favorite thing to dance to is Kard in general. Why? Idk. I’m spreading an agenda

I wanna write more MK1 intros but I’m brain empty. I’m miserable This was also short. My bad anon. Everyone has around 230 words

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saintsenara · 24 days

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Heyy, just came back from reading your analysis for remadora and snupin, and I just wanted to say THANK YOU for speaking the truth no one else seems to aknowledge.

First of all, Tonks is a queen and neither Remus or Sirius held a candle against her. I agree that their relationship wasn't at all perfect, that there were many topics to be discussed and explored there, and let's be honest, Remus isn't exactly healthy boyfriend material, regardless of his age.

Which takes me to my point. I love some fluffy snupin fic with a sweet and regretful Remus as much as the next person, mostly because it feeds my joy on seeing him actually beating himself for his mistakes and how he was as much of a bully to Severus as the rest of them. I want Severus's pain and the role Remus played in it to be acknowledged in their relationship.

However, I also want to see some good canon compliant snupin fic where Remus Lupin is presented as the low-key cruel and dark asshole we know he is. I don't buy that he only remained with the marauders because he didn't want to be alone, hell nah, that was Peter. Remus enjoyed their shenanigans and the pranks just as much, and I bet he was the mastermind behind a lot of them. I believe he was the only one who had some guilty conscience afterwards, but it wasn't nearly enough to make him re-consider.

I want some snupin fic where their dynamic follows the one we see in canon. Severus being terrified of Lupin and traumatized after what happened in the Shack, I want Lupin to low-key get off his fear because it makes him feel superior to the usually composed and indiferent Snape. I want Lupin to have been weirdly fixated with Severus since their school years and that's why he never stopped the pranks, because he enjoyed seeing the other boy under their mercy. I want Lupin to "hunt" him as both a teenager and as they're both professors in Hogwarts. Back when i read the books, I always thought his behaviour with Severus, both when they interacted and when Lupin talked about him with others, was kinda fruity. Like, what's up with than enthusiasm to see him wearing woman's clothes? How come he's the only one who refers to him "Severus" when everyone else, except for Dumbledore, calls him Snape? Yeah, it always felt weird to me.

In short, I simply think their canon compliant dynamic would be much more interesting if taken in consideration for fanfics. I love the whole "prey/predator" dynamic they could have.

ahh, thank you so much, anon! i'm delighted that you enjoyed my thoughts on both snupin and remadora - there are dozens of us!

[and i'd like to also draw your attention to this excellent addendum to the remadora point by @evesaintyves - i think it's really important for all of us remadora fans to be vigilant about challenging a tone which is far too prevalent in our conversations that to think about tonks - and lupin - as queer devalues them and their relationship within a canon-coherent setting.]

and yes - absolutely - i love seeing the messiness and thorniness of lupin explored - in snupin or otherwise - by stories which engage with the ruthlessness which lurks beneath his mask of benign affability. bring me the story which really gets into lupin describing his midnight jaunts with the lads in full werewolf form as "the best times of my life" - and clearly never being anywhere near as sorry about the risk he was running as he makes out in prisoner of azkaban...

[and also the fact that it doesn't seem quite as clear to me as i once thought it did that he didn't know anything about the werewolf prank...]

and i think there's an enormous amount of potential in using the longstanding cruelty which is tangible in snape and lupin's dynamic as a vehicle to bring down the mask behind which he lives - and that his relationship with his own sexuality is a really interesting example of that.

there's a homophobic undercurrent to a lot of the marauders' bullying of snape - the nickname "snivellus", for example, is based in the idea of snape being improperly masculine - which endures into the adult lupin and sirius' relationship with him [sirius' comment about snape being lucius malfoy's "lapdog" is him insinuating a sexual relationship between them in which snape is implied to be the receptive partner; lupin obviously thinks that snape would regard being made to cross-dress as humiliating and emasculating].

and while i love the portrayal of the wizarding world in fics as some sort of queer utopia - because i love the escapism of it - the evidence we have from canon is that this is... a pretty far-fetched thing to say about a society which is so obsessed with blood and lineage and the continuation of both of these things.

someone like lupin, who already depends so much on maintaining a mask of "civility" and conformity because of the precarious status his lycanthropy confers upon him in the eyes of the state strikes me as someone who would really struggle to acknowledge himself as queer in any way without thinking of that queerness as deviant and as dangerous to him.

[which is such an underrated remadora premise - tonks is clearly much more comfortable with being experimental and explorative in how she engages with the world. you could have so much fun with the impact tonks' relationship to her own queerness would have on lupin's relationship to his.]

lupin discovering snape is queer - and the combined fear and desire this might inspire in him, and how this would be received by snape, who is still so hung up on being afraid of and humiliated by him - could be a really complex and tangled premise for a story.

which i think you may have just offered to write...

#asks answered #asenora's opinions on ships #snupin #remus lupin #severus snape

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yuri-is-online · 7 months

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Congratulations on your 500 foll and I hope you well.

I would like to request for a friend too, the character would be Azul and Silver. No. 9. Would like to see on their perspective, how they felt that the prefect wasn't invited by the time they came. And unknowingly they talk to prefect, is not like the prefect can say it's them they talking to.

9.You weren't technically invited to this event but it's a Masquerade! It's not like anyone will notice or care if you sneak in, so you do just that and find a really depressed friend of yours lamenting they won't get to dance with their crush.

Thank you my dear, as your friend has requested I have written this strictly from Silver and Azul's point of view. If you are curious about the prefect's point of view, I received a second request for Azul that can be found here. If you or your friend would like another character since Azul was technically already requested you are more than welcome to message me and make another request, there is no time limit on that.

notes: they/them used for Yuu, same music for Azul used in the first part and I have linked them again in case this is the first part you read. Silver is a dense boy. The other event requests can be found on my masterlist.

Azul

What a waste of a night. Even if Crewel hadn't woven some extra magic into these costumes everyone is wearing some extra sort of wig or hat in addition to their mask that means he cannot tell who most of these people are. He can pick out Leona and both of the twins, but Leona can also pick him out and has no problem telling him so. The twins are another matter entirely, but he is content to let them be someone else's headache tonight. Azul seldom wants to be alone, usually he has his work for company, but tonight he has to be here and actually listen to his thoughts.

And his thoughts have drawn him out here to the balcony in an attempt to convince himself he is not upset at the way the Masquerade is turning out.

"Play me a song you're the piano shriiiimpy~" An exasperated sigh draws Azul out from his kitchen, mug clasped in both hands to avoid tempting fate and dropping it if he gets too caught up in the moment. Floyd has apparently taken to misquoting song lyrics to annoy Yuu into ditching their cleaning duties to play the Lounge piano. Again. And again he cannot say he minds no matter what he is going to say to Floyd later. The music begins to soothe his exhaustion, smile flickering into something more genuine and gentle as they fuss about trying to play a song that "fits the atmosphere" that he recognizes as the piano part of a larger jazz piece. He considers moving to close the gap, and any other time seeing someone struggle with something he had so firm a grasp of would be cause enough...

But then Yuu starts to sing, sing about love and guilt in a manner that almost feels targeted directly at his sense of self with how well it suits his establishment. It's perfect, they're perfect and he wants nothing more than to enter and give himself away completely-

And then his mug shatters in his hands from the strength of his longing (certainly not from his grip, that would be undignified) keeping him from playing things by ear, at least for tonight.

There is someone watching him play, he can sense the confusion in their gaze as he turns his thoughts towards a more grounded song. Not that he can bring himself to make it less longing. The stranger claps politely, clearly not having intended to stay so long but to leave now would be awkward. And Azul excels at punishing the awkward.

"I am sorry for interrupting you." Tries the stranger and Azul laughs to himself slightly. Oh he bets they are.

"Oh it's no trouble really." Azul stands in an attempt to appear unbothered, sticking the landing in a way that does fill him with a degree of pride. He would have struggled with using his legs like this just a year ago and now he practically appears human. "I was just helping myself, really what were the hosts thinking leaving such a lovely piano out here all alone? It's practically begging to be played."

"Of course." The person shifts, not wanting to be impolite but also not wanting to stay and talk much longer. That suits him just fine, go and leave him to his longing, he has a white whale to pine after. "You chose such a unique song for it too, I couldn't help but be distracted." He fails to hide his emotion for just a moment, hand involuntarily dropping back to the keys tempted to begin his playing anew. How happy it would make him if Yuu was the one to say that.

"It is isn't it." It would make all of it worth it. "A... friend of mine taught it to me." It's a lie, but that's most of what he does, a thought that draws him away from the conversation and into his own mind. This person will forget this conversation and be unable to recall the tune, so what harm is there in telling the truth? "I have been practicing it for them. For tonight." Because he had. He had been planning to get Yuu alone, the Masquerade had been a convenient setting to set the mood. He would find them and keep their attention for the night, dance with them, talk with them from under his mask but keep things light so there was some plausible deniability when midnight struck and the masks were removed.

"I should let you get back to them then." The stranger bows gently, content that their obligations have been fulfilled and to leave him to his... he is not sulking but there is a chance this uneducated person might misinterpret his tone as something similar to that.

"They're not here sadly. No thanks to me, if only they had thought to ask for my help..." He knows why they didn't, but it still stings. But does he have anyone to blame for this but himself? He might see the prefect as a student just like any other, but Crowley doesn't. Maybe he could have gotten away with asking Yuu on a date, make things awkward enough for the Headmage that he had to allow it, but then he would have had to ask Crewel for permission and he never would have gotten that. The music returns to his fingers, even as the stranger walks away. He should keep up the pretext, play the Mermaid Princess's song so no one can use this against him or target the prefect. But he has to know why-

"It's got to be an important song to them if they remembered how to play it... right?" He mutters it to himself, but he wants so desperately to know. If he had succeeded, if Yuu had been invited and they had gotten to dance until the end of the ball...

If he had taken them back to the lounge and played it for them, complete with the words, would it have made the impact he wanted? Or was he making assumptions again. He doesn't know, and the stranger dissipates into the night without his answers, not that he knows they would have had them to begin with.

Silver

"My my, aren't you all a handsome crew." His father is laughing, darting around with his phone snapping pictures with such joy that it should be enough to make Silver happy. Sebek is practically bursting with pride, and his lord certainly seems content if not happy, but Silver...

He tries hitting his cheeks to make himself smile, but the only thing it accomplishes is worrying his father, who floats down to his side to check him over before smiling ruefully up at him.

"I bet you don't know why you're upset, do you?" Lilia clearly seems to think he knows why, something that deepens the creases in his forehead behind the mask.

"I'm sorry, Father." The last thing he wants to do is ruin Malleus's excitement with his poor mood, though it feels more like he's starting to get sick than upset. "I'm just... tired is all."

"Hardly unusual." Sebek huffs. "Really Silver you need to get it together this is an important night for-"

"You don't need to worry, Silver." Malleus brings everyone's attention to him with a simple shake of his head, and Silver finds his heart warming just slightly at his lord's comfort. "I'm also displeased with our friend's absence." The mention of the prefect brings back the strange sick feeling, though he finds himself standing up just a bit straighter as their group finally makes it into the ballroom.

"Yes it is such a pity." His father is laughing, but not cruelly. It sounds more like he's plotting something. "Perhaps I'll bake them a cake to cheer them up." The strange sickness starts squeezing his natural worry into something so painful he almost doubles over.

"If you are still awake by the end of the party, you can accompany me to visit them at Ramshackle. I'm certain they would be pleased to see you." Malleus's lips have stretched into that smug smile that suggests he is privy to something Silver is not, but the thought of seeing the Prefect lightens his steps and relaxes the knot in his stomach to something more manageable.

Perhaps it relaxed him too much, the last thing he really remembers is going to get something to drink close to the beginning of the Masquerade and now someone is shaking him awake. Their costumes hides their emotions, but his squirrel friends seem almost smug as they jump off their shoulder to rub their noses against him.

"Are you alright?" Asks the stranger. "I thought you were just enjoying the music but your friends seemed really worried." The squirrels stare up at him waiting for... praise? Or maybe a reward, Silver quietly apologizes to them explaining that the people food isn't the best for them only to get indignantly screeched at

Don't be an idiot! Go for it Silver!

Go for what? He doesn't know but he picks them up all the same and bows in apology to the stranger.

"I'm sorry they bothered you, but thank you for waking me up." The squirrels bounce off away from him with a groan and he frowns in confusion before turning back to his new friend. "It's a good thing you woke me up, I need to find Lord Malleus and make sure he's alright." The stranger, strangely, doesn't stiffen in fright at the mention of his lord but Silver barely notices. "I don't suppose you know if the school ghosts would let me take a to go box? Fa- Lilia wants to bring a friend of ours something as an apology but I would like it to actually be edible." The stranger coughs and Silver wonders if maybe there's a bug going around the school that he's passed onto this stranger briefly before they respond.

"I'm sure they won't mind too much." Their voice is strained, maybe they have a sore throat. He moves to pour them a drink.

"That's a relief," he passes over the drink and makes sure the other student at least takes a sip "I wonder if Crewel will let me keep my mask a bit longer..."

"Aren't they yours to keep? I though that's what the cr- I mean the Headmage said." They sound somewhat bitter.

"I was asleep during the announcement so I don't know. That's why I didn't realize Y- my friend wasn't going to be here until today." The other student sips their drink quietly, hopefully it soothes their throat as Silver stares down at his own.

"I bet you don't know why you're upset, do you?"

He leans back trying to avoid falling asleep again as the other student stands listlessly, concerned about his well being probably.

"I am upset." He says, more to himself than the stranger. "I wanted to spend some time with them tonight but..." that should be normal. It's normal to want to spend time with your friends. But Silver doesn't really recognize this want, nor does he have time before the booming voice of Sebek hustles it's way towards his location and scares off his new friend. Pity, he would have liked to try introducing them to Malleus. Something in the back of hid mind says they already would get along well.

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🦋😱Akuma Idea: Horror Themed Akuma😱🦋

Okay, here's another akumatized villain concept that I have been thinking over for a while. Now hear me out. I know that the Miraculous Ladybug franchise has already featured a few horror-themed akumatized villains......

Or three? Huh....I thought there'd be more. Anyway, that's not important. For this akumatized villain, I thought that this villain would have powers, weapons, and design elements based on characters from horror movies.

For the character design, I was thinking that the villain would have pale skin and long black hair that gets in her face like the girl from "The Ring". They will also have stitches along the corners of their mouth and wear black mascara around their eyes.

As for her outfit, she would wear a straight jacket, which I'm either thinking could have a mess of different dark colors on it or have scarlet blood splatters all over it. Or it could just be a plain yet worn-out straightjacket. Honestly, I had the villain "Terminal" from Batman Beyond in mind when I decided to give them a straight jacket as part of their costume. I am also planning on giving the black pants with holes in them and black combat boots as part of their design.

As for the villain's eye color, I'm still deciding on whether I want to give them all red eyes or do multiple colors. I do plan on giving them three eyes, with the third eye being located on the base of their forehead. Kind of like Garnet or Hiei, but this third eye is more than just for show. It actually ties into one of her powers that I will get into more detail about later.

Powers:

So the thing about this villain, is that some of their powers are connected to certain horror artifacts and/or characters. Though not every power can be used at once and a few of the powers are activated when the villain is using specific items. For example:

Jason Hockey Mask:

This akuma will have something akin to Captain America's shield, except smaller and shaped like Jason's Hockey Mask. The shield/mask is indestructible and can repel and deflect the attacks from the Miraculous superheroes with ease. It also has an additional use for allowing the akuma to breathe underwater when they are wearing the mask on their face (ironic, huh?).

Freddy Kruger Gloves:

On their own, they are just ordinary leather gloves. However once this akuma puts the gloves on their hands, they can grow metal claws like Freddy Kruger that can also retract at will like Wolverine's metal claws.

A Ring:

Okay, I know there wasn't a literal jewelry ring in the movie "The Ring", but I thought this would be a cool concept nonetheless. Basically, when the akuma is wearing this ring, they will able to possess and pass through any electronics that have a screen of their choosing (TVs, computers, iPads, phones, etc.).

Wrist Corsage

Every rose has its thorns and this beautiful bracelet is no exception. Like Carrie from the movie of the same name, wearing this corsage gives the akuma the power of telekinesis, which allows them to move objects or people or set stuff on fire with their mind.

Now for her final power (yes, I know I have already given her a lot. Shadow Moth was feeling very generous this time when he made this akuma. Like I said though, she can't use all of these powers at once, well except for this power.). This last power involves the akuma's eyes, especially the third eye. Her strongest and most horrifying power that this akuma possesses is the power to make anyone who looks into her eyes hallucinate their worst fears/nightmares, causing them both severe psychological and emotional trauma that incapacitate them by paralyzing them with fear, giving them panic attacks, or causing them to have a mental breakdown as their intense screams and feelings of terror fuel the akuma's power. The third eye acts as an amplifier for the fear-induced hallucinations, meaning that the more people that the akuma terrorizes, the stronger the hallucinations and the akuma become. Now I bet you can imagine all the different types of fear-induced hallucinations each one of the Miraculous heroes could face when fighting against this akumatized villain, who's civilian identity is none other than:

Noelle Odeja!

The details regarding how she got akumatized are still in the works with the story, but let's just say that someone messed with the wrong girl! Time for her to show the world how much of a "horror freak" she truly is. I'm thinking about making the akumatized object her backpack or something, will also carry her power items in it when they are not in use (though that idea is subject to be scrapped if I think of any better ideas).

As far as the name of this akuma, I still haven't decided on one yet. I was thinking of something like "Frightmare", "Freak Show", or maybe even "Horror Show". IDK. I'm not that great with naming villains or heroes. If anyone has any suggestions, I'm open to them.

Anyway, let me know what y'all think about this akumatized villain. Feel free to voice your opinions, thoughts, theories, or any suggestions you might have on how this villain could be improved upon (I might have made her too OP. Let me know if I need to tone the powers down a bit).

@nerd-chocolate @andromeda612 @princessbutterflysposts @artzychic27 @arny20252 @imsparky2002 @msweebyness

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Avatar Day

I'm back!

"A hundred years passed and my brother and I discovered the new Avatar" That wasn't just chance, was it? Wanna bet that it also wasn't just chance that Zuko was near enough to see the beam of light?

HOW LONG DO YOU HAVE TO BE ASLEEP FOR A SPIDER TO SET UP SHOP IN YOUR MOUTH?!?!?

"What are you doing in my mouth" is a sentence so ripe for innuendo-isation that my brain tripped over itself trying to come up with a dirty way to spin it.

Love the boundary talk too. I had no idea that kind of therapy speak was around in the early 2000s.

There has got to be a more efficient way of stopping someone who can canonically fly than pulling down a whole ass tree vaguely in their path. And how strong are these rhino things?

Did that mask guy just try to bomb a child?

Tee Hee. A Pee Pee.

Boomerang has to come back though. That what boomerangs do. I refuse to believe that boomerang is gone.

I guessed about halfway through season 1 that Zuko would have to go through some identity struggles in this show, but I was wrong! It's Sokka who gets to reevaluate his identity. Ponytail guy doesn't have the same ring to it.

Dingalings all over this episode.

I've been wondering why we weren't seeing more Avatar themed places and events. Granted, the avatar's been missing for a century, but in a world where there is recurring proof of a spiritually endowed god-like person's existence, I would expect more temples and Holy days. I mean, we can't even prove that any of our gods exist and we still commit to building megachurches. Imagine how easy it would be to fundraise to build a temple to an Avatar when there's the underlying threat that if you don't donate, the demigod in question could show up at your house.

Two things: first, there were some serious resources invested in these floats. Either this village is loaded or has priority problems. Second: Aang is now well enough known worldwide, that villages he's never been to can accurately depict his appearance, costume, and personality. It really never occurred to them to lay low, did it?

"That's the biggest me I've ever seen." I'm curious to know your sample size.

Sokka could totally carry a torch. It's the torch that wouldn't be worthy of the wielder.

That about sums up my reaction too.

Zuko's in this episode. Hi Zuko! I'd know that musical trill anywhere. When was the last time I saw Zuko?

So I know that Zuko's got a wisdom problem, but could he at least wait until after dark to rob people? While wearing a very recognisable costume that is prominently featured on its own Wanted poster? Just a little common sense I'm begging you.

So in character for it to be Katara who takes action first when Aang is insulted/has his effigy set on fire.

This guy is stupid right? Kyoshi was around at least, what - two hundred years ago? And there's been two avatars since, who as far as I can tell aren't Kyoshi reincarnated but are whole other people, and he's still blaming Aang for some rando's death?

Pro tip: anyone introduced with the expression "glorious leader" is invariably neither glorious nor a good leader. Good leaders don't need hyping up.

I was wondering if that little remark about water tribe money at the beginning of the episode was going to have a payoff. Every time I think it's simple worldbuilding, it turns out to be plot. This show is so neat.

The loss of boomerang is having unforseen effects on Sokka's mental state.

"I can't do that [save the world] with people thinking I'm a murderer either." Says Aang. "So what exactly do you think every earth kingdom and water tribe person assumes you're going to do to the Fire Lord?" Says I. To be clear, I don't want to watch a goofy 12 year old commit a war crime, but I guarantee that no one in the avatar world is under any illusions about any fire lord going quietly.

How does Aang know how do push the 'expert detective' button?

How long is Katara's arm?

Ok I'm guessing from Katara and Aang's reaction to the polar leopard boots story, that Aang knew that Sokka could be conned into helping with 'expert detective' talk, because Sokka has retold the polar leopard boots story 800 times.

Sokka understands the importance of looking the part! Hang on I got a gif for this.

Well-known top three rich person activity: money fondling.

Moneybags should have put those metal reinforcing struts on the roof too. He probably cheaped out.

Oh my GOD this is peak sibling energy. This is MY thing. No touch. ME DO. MINE. Yeah I know it's obvious to anyone with eyes but I'M THE ONE WHO GETS TO SAY IT OUT LOUD.

Loving the bubble pipe.

HYBRID ANIMAL

NOT A DRILL

Rat Elephant?

Too late my man. The only person who didn't see that is Aangy.

Super nitpick time! Why did they build a defensive stockade when there are highly climbable cliffs 50 feet away and the fire nation have cliff-climbing tanks?

Funny how the mayor guy says "clear her name." Aang wants to clear his own name, the mayor wants to clears Kyoshi's. At least some people get that avatars are different people.

Last visit to Kyoshi was: -Harassing local wildlife -Misogyny -Crossdressing -Burning down the whole village -Harassing local wildlife again

What in that list inspired Suki to change the world/fight in the war?

Respect the props Katara.

I found the sane people is this village! You know what I love? When they're listing Aang's good points, being the Avatar comes FORTH. They get that he's more than his title.

I'm sorry but I cannot believe that this painting, which lives in a building without a door, is three hundred years old. Unless that thing is behind 15 layers of varnish or invisible glass, humidity would have destroyed it in the first decade.

Katara getting ragdolled got a big laugh from me. Plus the follow up pipe to the noggin. Gotta love a sibling slap fight!

With that model of justice it's no wonder the sane ones are in jail.

Sounds like someone was chasing butterflies when he should have been paying attention...

Zuko again. I'd forgotten he was in this episode.

"There is a simple honour in poverty" is a good-sounding line, but I'd believe it more if it wasn't coming from a former crown prince who, until like three weeks ago, never wanted for anything.

Can someone please make Zuko aware of the fact that honour as a concept exists outside of an avatar-capturing context?

In my experience, the hope you give to yourself when there's no hope left is less hope and more spite. Still works though.

Was all that talk about not touching Kyoshi's things just talk, or did the water tribe siblings have to steal this stuff?

YES Sokka is RIGHT stuff has POWER.

Did Koh steal their brains as well as their faces?

The village idiots fucked around, and now they're gonna find out! this is going to be good.

So Chin the conqueror was about as smart as the people of his village. He really thought he could take on the Avatar?

Good Lord avatars can move tectonic plates?

She's blowing a continent. She sailed a continent. Without a sail.

Tiny Momo.

Badadss lady speech aside, it's pretty funny that Kyoshi used her ability to manifest to be the opposite of helpful.

Just when I thought he couldn't possibly get more stupid, he sinks to an even lower level of dumbass. Zuko sucks all the common sense out of any room he enters; the only thing that's kept him alive this long is being in proximity to the world's wisest man as balance. So what does Zuko do? Rides off into the sunset WITHOUT Iroh. Dumbass. I give him two days before he dies in a freak foraging accident. Dumbass.

SERIOUSLY. DUMBASS.

Never thought I'd be happy to see these guys, but here I am.

Petty Aang! I've never seen petty Aang before. Boy contains multitudes.

Screw artifact preservation.

Three of these jokes in a single episode. This episode does rather feel as though it was written with the brakes off.

The lead rhino takes one look at Aang and is like "I'm not going to mess with that. Let's burn down some buildings instead." Let the record show, the lead rhino has more sense than Chin the Conqueror.

I knew it! Boomerang came back!

Raw dough. Uncooked dough. Their new snack is salmonella. "This is by far the worst town we've ever been to." Thanks to Sokka for the thesis statement.

Final Thoughts

This episode was hot nonsense! And I love nonsense, but it's too far when I find myself rooting FOR the rhinos. To be clear, I loved this episode's humour and especially the sibling dynamic between Sokka and Katara. I've literally had that exact conversation with siblings, usually about who gets to be the one to tell Mom about the spectacular awesome thing we saw that totally wasn't our fault and that we totally saw without going somewhere we shouldn't have.

But! The villagers? Stupid. We cut to Zuko? Heretofore unseen levels of Stupid. Even Iroh was being stupid. You do have to let children learn things for themselves and make their own mistakes, but in enemy territory? With a documented history of dumbass behaviour? And a propensity for dressing as a wanted criminal, while also being a different wanted fugitive while out of disguise? Mark my words; it's going to end stupid.

I loved the C plot with Sokka and identity. It's funny how it parallels/speedruns the journey Zuko's going to have to end up doing at some point (he'd BETTER), although probably not in a single episode with goofy props. If only teenage identity crises were as easily solved as a returned boomerang.

That scene with Kyoshi sure was something, huh? I actually rewound and watched it twice through before I tried to comment on it, because I was too enthralled to do anything but watch.

If all Avatars can do what Kyoshi can do, then Aang is: a) nowhere near as developed an Avatar as I've been assuming, and b) going to be really really scary one day. Not sure how I feel about Scary Aang. Although petty Aang was fun.

I love monster of the week episodes with low stakes and high humour, but this one was had so much stupid coming at me from so many directions that it did get a little annoying. Still, I'll rewatch it. That Kyoshi bit was delicious.

#atla #avatar: the last airbender #avatar day #avatar the last airbender

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Chenford REWIND - Lucy Chen / Tim Bradford - The Rookie - Season 3 Eps 7 & 8

I had a request for Episode 8, but that would mean 7 was living in a bubble without a real anchor. So, I decided to pair these two together for a two-fer.

I also realized that by getting these two written up, I'll have finished an entire season. Huzzah!

SPOILER ALERT: Standard warning applies. Please don't click the "Keep Reading" and expect not to get spoiled. I'm going to spoil these episodes (and everything that came before) to pieces. I do try to write these without foreknowledge, just so you're aware.

Kosher? Cool. Let's dive in.

"True Crime" AKA Grumpy/Sunshine Meme Activated

Lucy and Tim's First Interview

It strikes me that even as Tim is sitting down, he's turned in and looking at Lucy. At this point, Lucy is comfortable to Tim. What they're about to do isn't.

Tim hates this, but he's gonna do it. I don't know if it was a direct order from Grey, or he wanted to make sure it was done right so he was going to do it, damnit, but he's here and he's not happy about it.

Lucy, on the other hand, is thrilled. Her True Crime loving heart is filled to bursting and no doubt she's researched every person who was going to be there so she could fangirl all the more. It's adorable.

Also, these two make for good television. I mean, we already knew that, but the pretend producers happening onto this had me rolling. I bet the True Crime fans call them "Chenford" and perhaps that's the way the term might make it into the show someday.

"I'm sorry, I cut you off. I'm sorry."

She's so damn excited! And they haven't quite gotten their back-and-forth rhythm down that they will later display with gusto. It's close once she calms down, but girlfriend is thrilled right now, and Tim's "this is bullshit" meter is rising with every passing second.

"This is fun."

Tim looks at Lucy like she's grown a second head. And I'm trying to pick myself up from the floor where I've been rolling with laughter.

Look, the Grumpy/Sunshine trope is beloved for a reason, and we always knew Tim and Lucy had it in them. We've seen glimpses of it before. But sitting them down in an interview situation for an hour? This is pure gold!

I wasn't a fan at the time of airing, so I can only imaging how many memes were born out of these moments. It's amazing.

"Holy crap." "What is it?" "It's a, it's a-" "A what?" "A mummy. In a suit." "What?!"

Because, what else would a Mummy under a bed wear, right?

Eric Winter has this really wonderfully exasperated way of saying, "What!?" where you can really hear both the exclamation point and the question mark.

It reminds me of David Tenant during his run on Doctor Who. There was an entire scene in the TARDIS where he said "What!?" several times, and that was pretty much all he had to say on his first meeting of Donna.

It's. So. Funny. To have the ability to make a word funny. David Tenant and Eric Winter share that "What!?" power, and I kinda think Tim would enjoy the reference (see Season 4 to understand why).

"What's that saying? Those who can't do, teach?" *laugh*

We got a Tim laugh!? I mean, he made himself laugh, but it's still so cuuuuute. Like, rough, tough, mean-faced Tim having a chuckle is somehow so endearing. Especially at this phase, when we haven't seen him even smile much.

FAST FORWARD: There will be a day when we see smiley Tim. If you're just watching for the first time and wondering if it's coming... Tim's arc is one of the most complete (thus far) of the show. Stay tuned...

"You were literally my teacher. What are you saying?"

Ah, yes, the one indication that this episode was written in a post-"Amber" world where Lucy is no longer a Rookie.

See, the early days of COVID were a fustercluck for productions. I happen to know some people who worked through it, and there were so many different models of how to cope with it, copious amounts of hand sanitizer, masks, zones, wait periods in hotels for a week after landing, etc.

Now, there are more structured COVID protocols, but in the early days we knew so little about what was happening, and it impacted productions, ended series before they began, and delayed some seasons of shows that have now been permanently shelved.

So, Season 3's episodes aired in a very strange order compared to how it was written. Now, I'm grateful that the writers established Lucy and Tim's new dynamic early in the season so that's it's consistent, even when she's no longer his Rookie. So, I don't feel the need to call-out the air date vs production number, much.

But since the lower third provided for Tim and Lucy identified her as a Rookie, we know that this is supposed to happen during her Rookie year. But this one word lets us know something is amiss, if we're really paying attention.

And, golly, it's a word. I'm not trying to be dramatic, but trying to clarify for anyone who might not be aware of the whole Pandemic-fucked-everyone-over nature of Season 3 that makes this one word out of place.

So, if you ever wondered why Lucy used past tense instead of present tense, there's your answer.

Synchronicity

The moment they learn someone they know has been affected, they turn to one another.

And I love the synchronicity, here. Tim and Lucy have worked together a year, at this point, and they are very in sync with one another.

FAST FORWARD: Watch them undercover in 5x01 with how they sort of shift with one another, as though there's a cosmic pull between them that waves and they move with it. I feel that the evolution of their synchronicity really starts here in Season 3.

"It's LA. It's not the first time I've found a script at a crime scene." "I've only been on the job for a year and I've already found three." "Have either of you ever written one?" "God, no." *silence* "It was for a class."

Because she knows how he feels about screenwriters. If only Caleb had said "screenwriter" as his profession because then Tim would've locked him up right away.

"He was trying to cut her out—from the script, the cult, and the money."

True Crime Kink Activated. Look at how Lucy Chen is scoping out her future husband when he rattles off some Law-and-Order level soundbite. Girlfriend is surprisingly turned on at those words rolling off of his tongue. Oooh, the places that tongue could go.

*ahem* Now, Lucy's not going to jump his bones anytime soon, but there's definitely a moment there where she's finding Tim Bradford a little hotter than usual.

Who would've known the key to Lucy's heart was an oxford comma?

"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, right?" "Cool. Way to trivialize female anger." "Hey, I'm not trivializing. All sorts of crimes are motivated by jealous ex-partners." "And how many of those ex-partners are men?" "Most."

See!? See what I mean!? These two are hilarious. We've seen Lucy call Tim on stuff, before, but this format is allowing them to be hilarious with it.

And I love the way he gives her the side-eye before saying "most". It reminds me of the side-eye he will give Grey in a future episode when having to tell a story he'd rather keep private.

"I heard it was Office Chen who broke the case wide open." "I don't know if I'd describe it quite that way." "How would you describe it then?"

Married. This is so married. Because Lucy is giving him the "don't try me" wife face, glaring at her man on-camera for mass consumption.

The fact that he stares right back and doesn't turn to ashes is only because Lucy didn't want to commit murder on-camera. But I love the way Melissa O'Neil is playing Lucy's confidence in this episode.

"Her addiction to social media finally paid off." "That is hurtful."

I bet he's not even on Social Media. That makes it easier for whatever relationships he'll have along the way before he and Lucy finally get it together (I have faith). No need to change your relationship status online when you don't have it listed to begin with.

That said, Lucy's Mom totally has a shadow account that she uses to stalk her daughter to spy and see if she's found a stable man, yet.

The Wrong Video

I love how embarrassed Lucy is, and how Tim tries to get a look at what the heck she played before she gets it onto the right video. He looks actively concerned. Like, "Please don't tell me you're one of those 'dance challenge' girls because I was just starting to respect you."

And, look, no shade from me. But Tim Bradford likes to throw shade, and I'm betting he'd throw some on Lucy if he'd gotten a glimpse of that video.

"Okay, look, the case was definitely weird. But, I mean, come on, all this? This feels so exploitational. The low-hanging fruit of celebrity scandal and murder."

Tim is not wrong. A lot of what is on television relating to celebrity scandal is exploitative. But I love Lucy, here. Melissa O'Neil gets a lot to play with in this episode, and she does not let it go to waste.

She has nailed the withering sigh of your wife sitting beside you as she lets you rant and dig your own grave.

"You should be making serious documentaries about things that really matter." "My last film was about climate injustice in Puerto Rico. It won a BAFTA." "Oh. Well. Alright, then."

And Lucy's withering sigh has transitioned to a knowing look. Like, Tim, you need to talk to your wife about this stuff, more. She has the 411 and will keep you from getting embarrassed.

"You got, you got something in your hair." "What?" "It's kind of-." "Has it been there the whole time?" "Yeah, it's pretty big. Let's get out of here." "I would tell you if you had broccoli in your teeth, man. What the heck?"

Am I the only one who thinks there wasn't really anything there? Because, Tim is so ready to be done with this, and Lucy's high over doing the interview is totally annoying him.

"Bad Blood"

Breaking Up... In A Text

Look, this is totally the coward's way out... but when Lucy's face lit up to see his message, I might've vomited in my mouth a little.

So, seeing him break it off brought out a little cheer. Huzzah! But, oh, no, poor Lucy. But *whispers* huzzah Chenford *whispers*.

I've never had someone break up with me over text... because the only person I've dated since Text Messaging has been widely available is my husband. I remember the first time we saw people texting all the time in England and we couldn't quite get why.

But I did have a boyfriend break up with me over the phone on my 17th birthday... the week of prom... because he was cheating on me because I wouldn't sleep with my first boyfriend 2 months into dating him. Later found out the entire reason we dated was because he had a reputation as a "de-virginator" and none of our friends warned me. I don't keep in touch with most of them anymore.

So, while I'm not quite on Lucy's level of indignation, I understand the frustration to have your boo cut it off in the most cowardly way available.

And putting Tim in the middle!? Emmett, my man, what are you doing!? You already have one half of Chenford wanting to set you on fire. Piss of Tim and he'll happily help her finish the job.

"I can't believe him... breaking up with me by text? What is he, 14? He doesn't have the guts to do it in person?" "Most guys don't."

Tim looks over to Jackson on that beat. I bet Tim would never do that, but he's also only got his own limited experience. Jackson's actually dated other men, so he knows better than Tim, in this case.

"Look, just be happy he didn't ghost you." "Can we get to work now?" "Did Emmett talk to you about this?" "No. Why would he?" "Because you're friends." "We don't talk feelings. We drink and watch sports together." "That's guy for friends." "Straight guy for friends."

I think Lucy doesn't quite yet understand what Tim considers a "friend". Because, at this point Tim does have one solid friend. Angela.

And, yes, we are in the era of Tim and Lucy being friends, but I'd argue it isn't until Season 4 when they are as interwoven into each other's lives (if not moreso) than Tim and Angela.

Also to note... Lucy is holding her phone the entire scene. She quite literally can't let it go.

"Look, you want my advice-"

She does. Look at her open-mouthed, wide-eyed, hoping he'll say something to make this atrocity better. And she did tell him that she values his opinion.

Gosh, I wish I could tell her to lower her expectations right about now.

"Walk it off. Clearly he's the wrong guy for you."

As said by her future husband. What? I couldn't leave that alone! Emmett is definitely the wrong guy for Lucy. But Tim's still learning how to comfort Lucy, and this time wow did our boy get it wrong.

"It's the same advice he would give me if I got hit by a pitch. What is wrong with men?"

Trust me, Lucy. Someday you'll come to appreciate his sports metaphors. And find a new appreciation for baseball!

Yes, I try to write these without foreknowledge, but c'mon! It's right there!

"Have you ever been dumped out of the blue before?" "Let me think. One time my wife left the house in the middle of the night and I didn't see her again for two years."

Yeahhh... Um. I'm not touching that. Because Tim Bradford's being flippant, and it's warranted here.

But (yes, there's a but), Tim doesn't understand all of Lucy's hangups about how she sees herself, yet. He doesn't fully understand the weight of her mother's expectations. And how she has never felt enough.

Like, she can handle romantic rejection. She doesn't like it, but she can handle it. But why wasn't she worth a real breakup? That's what's playing in her head. She need to know the why. Why wasn't she good enough for some basic decency?

"Okay, I get it, in the grand scheme of things, this isn't that bad. I just want to know why. Can you please ask?"

If she can understand it, she can process it. But we all know Tim isn't asking his drinking buddy about his feelings—unless that feeling is about how he feels about the Rams not living up to their potential.

"He must've been a seriously hardcore guy for you to obsess like that. What was his main crime?"

Because Tim would only obsess if it was something important, right? Right!?

"3EYEZ tagged your shop back when you were a Rookie?" "My TO was chasing a suspect. I was guarding a vehicle full of evidence." "A vehicle that was ten feet away from your Shop. It's right in your notes."

I love how Tim's trying to rationalize this away. He has a habit of doing that when he's called out—trying to minimize his own embarrassment by stating facts. (Trust me, he does it at the beginning of 5x01 with Angela)

But, Timmy, Lucy's got the facts in her hands. And you totally dropped the ball.

"I was ordered to keep my eyes on the car. I'd just left the Army where you follow orders to a T."

He thinks this'll get her to back down, but Lucy's long past being afraid of Tim. In fact, she's openly laughing at him. And I low-key love it because this is a form of flirtatious teasing.

Look, these two have a completely unique language. Pranks. Embarrassing photos. And even this harmless giggling.

They're comfortable around each other, and by now they know what's crossing the line with each other. So, it doesn't bother me that Lucy's teasing him, here. In fact, I think it's adorable.

"Oh, man, I can just imagine the relentless teasing. Did they give you a nickname? Please say yes." *yoinks paper* "No."

But your eyes say yes. Wow, now I sound like some of those creepy Christmas songs from the 50's. You know the ones.

"That's why you're so intent on catching this guy. It's personal."

Ding! Ding! Ding! We have a winner! Look, when Tim tried to call in the cavalry when he first saw the tag, I wondered what the hell I was missing. Lucy, apparently, was, too.

Is this tag a symbol of a gang war? Or a killing spree? What terrible, horrible thing is going to happen because of this?

Nada. Nothing. Nil. Except maybe Tim Bradford's ego getting a bit bruised.

"Even if we were to track him down for tagging our Shop, it's a misdemeanor. Is that really the best use of our time?" *yoinks another paper* "I will get us a fresh Shop."

There's something so delicious about Tim's silent protest via yoinking those papers. And Lucy knows him well enough that they're done talking.

Look, these episodes aren't about pent up sexual tension or the angst of longing. These are foundational episodes, and what we're seeing is Tim and Lucy learning to work together. They're increasingly a unit in Season 3, even though Lucy spends most of it still his Rookie.

They're learning how to communicate with one another. So, if they ever do get their acts together, they're already going to have that part down pretty well.

"Let's go. Not a word about the Shop."

He knows her well enough to know that she'll tease him. She knows him well enough that if he says he doesn't want it, she's not going to do it.

See? They're communicating!

"What? You disapprove. You think I'm just dating him to make Emmet jealous? Heck, yeah. Maybe I am. But, he deserves it. Will you say something, please?"

Lucy processes by talking it out, we know, and when Tim doesn't interject, she starts projecting. Because even she knows going out with this guy isn't purely motivated. She's hurting and lashing out, and she knows it.

Tim's simply listening. But when she asks him to speak, he realizes that's what she needs.

See? Communicating!

"Today's the first time you've talked about Emmett in weeks." "You hate it when I talk about personal stuff."

Nice excuse. Look, Tim and Lucy are mirroring each other a lot this episode. They both have personal things that they're obsessing over that are clouding their judgment and thoughts.

And they're both rationalizing. Tim rationalized missing the tagger when he was a Rookie by saying he was just following orders. Lucy is rationalizing not talking about Emmett by defaulting to Tim's dislike of personal talk in the Shop.

They're both not thinking clearly. And, of course, it takes the other to help them get through.

"And yet you still do. But in all those conversations, you haven't said one word about your boyfriend." "What are you saying?" "Look, maybe Emmett treated the relationship like it didn't matter because you treated it like it didn't matter."

The realization hits her that he's right. It's one of those rare moments where Tim's the one helping Lucy examine herself. But that's what I love about them. They help refine one another. It's a give and take, and not just one person "healing" the other.

Tim and Lucy are on their own, personal journeys to healing and self-realization. But, I'll argue, each is a vital part of that journey. But to give one or the other full credit is to ignore the individual's effort to grow.

Tim and Lucy are growing together. And I love that so much more than one patching the other up. We're not patching up holes, we're actually healing. Yes, there will always be scars. But the healing makes it all so much more bearable, and so much easier to fully live, again.

But when he sees the realization hit her, his gaze softens. Tim hates to see her in pain. But we're not quite at the point where he's going to offer her comfort, especially on the job.

After all, Lucy is still his Rookie, and he needs to keep the lines firm between them. Because, if he were honest, he'd realize they're already getting blurrier and blurrier.

"Alright. Focus up. You read the file. Do you think 3EYEZ is done for the day?"

Tim's trying to get her back on track, like he has so many times before. But, Tim knows her well enough to know that sometimes barking out orders isn't enough for Lucy.

She needs something to help her switch her brain, something else to think about. They've done her mock-plan of how to sabotage her ex's wedding, before. This time, Tim tries a different tactic—he offers a piece of himself.

"Eagle Eye."

Lucy looks at him with confusion while I shove my face into a pillow so the kids don't hear me squealing and come running in here, mistaking it for screaming.

Tim doesn't have to do this. But he wants to. He wants to let Lucy Chen in just a little more.

"What?" "The nickname I got. After the Shop got tagged right under my nose." *giggle* "But it wasn't my TO who came up with it. It was Isabel. It kind of became her pet name for me." "Aw. That's sweet."

It's still hard for him to talk about Isabel. Those wounds are still healing, even though he's tested the dating pool a little. And it's important to remember that he and Isabel did have good times. There was a time when Tim had a lot of happiness in his life.

But he opens up a little to Lucy, here. He gives her insight. He gives a little of himself. And that's huge. He's starting to talk about Isabel without tearing up, without scowling, without the same agonizing pain striking his chest.

It still hurts. To a degree, it'll always hurt. But it's starting to heal. And I love that when he's starting to get healthier, the first person who gets to see it is Lucy.

We're not to the point of them swapping saliva and dreaming of the other's taste. But, we're building a really solid friendship. Heck, Lucy giggled when Tim opened up just now.

And I've talked about it a bit in this Meta, but I think it's important to draw out that Lucy has become comfortable to him. Why is this important?

FAST FORWARD: Remember the famous double date of S4? Why did Tim invite Lucy? Because he wanted a source of comfort in this truly uncomfortable situation. So, later when Bargain Barbie remarks about his creature comforts and about how he needs to get out and do more... nobody takes into account that Lucy is one of his comforts. So, once he and Lucy start dating, they are out all the time together. Why? Because he doesn't need all the other comforts when he's with her. Lucy is his comfort.

Thank y'all for reading and going on this journey with me. I think with this Meta, I've finished my tour of Season 3! It was a short season, so that made it a bit easier to chunk out.

And sorry this one took so long. My roof's leaking and it looks like I'm emptying out my 401K to replace it. It's always something, but I remain grateful. I've faced my death a few times in my lifetime, so every day I'm given is an absolute gift.

Just gotta take it one breath at a time.

#Chenford #Lucy Chen #Tim Bradford #Melissa O'Neil #Eric Winter #The Rookie #Meta #Lucy x Tim #Tim x Lucy

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quixoticquintessentialquiz · 1 day

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So, the other day, I went to a costume party. There was someone wearing a Trump mask and a Death cloak and scythe. I got to talking to this guy, and actually had a very good conversation. They would make jokes about reaping people's souls, but otherwise they were really good at helping me figure out some tough problems I had in life and I felt a strange kinship with them. They really stuck in character, and tried actually convincing me that they really are grim reaper Trump and are coming after my soul. Their aesthetic remind me of an old buddy Beelzebub and I almost feel like they are warning me of them, but they never directly admit it, they just make silly expressions and say that they just love eating souls so much. I am wearing a goat costume (okay, maybe it is just a shirt with a goat on it), so I am like "Oh, I sure like collecting souls, too." Like I wasn't planning on dressing scary to the party but I appreciate a dark sense of humor.

We got into some pretty heavy topics, I was expecting the guy to drop out of the conversation at any moment because it was getting too serious, but he listened intently and egged me on, so I was like "alright, I guess we are doing this." But then I was realizing he seemed a bit irritated and I was getting self conscious about talking so deep with a stranger, so I tried coming up with my own role play with my goat character to change the vibe than what he was giving. Adding details like his lyre and a field of poppies, etc. However the guy stayed in character as the Trump grim reaper, getting more intense, in the heat of the moment I wanted to convince him that I could bag more souls than he could and actually I am soulless so he can't reap my soul anyway. I am thinking "wow, we were just having a good conversation a few minutes ago, is he okay? Maybe I should check in on him." But for a moment I think he lifts up his scythe, and I throw and break a chair, it did nothing except shatter across the floor in front of me and hit the wall. I think for a moment "Holy crap, can't believe I just did that, maybe I should not jump to conclusions." And he's like "nah, man, it's alright, you are fine." But I hear whispers around me like "I can't believe you just did that in front of your Savior."

That is very weird, so I chance it and say "I bet you aren't even the reaper, you are Jesus Christ trying to catch me in the act of sinning."

He pulls off the Trump mask and it is Jesus fucking Christ.

I start wondering if he slipped ecstasy in my drink or if feeling high is just a natural state around him.

He tells me my soul is damned.

And I absolutely agree, divine justice I am nothing but a lowly heathen and I honestly deserve it.

What a way to go out, at a costume party with Jesus himself...

Or I think he did because he speaks in parables. In fact he has been speaking in parables, but I just thought that this was just an odd way of speaking and tried adjusting accordingly. Honestly, his threat seems way out of character.

He points to the rest of the room and says that everyone else here is also Jesus Christ. I turn around and see the friend I arrived at the party with right behind me. I shout, "Wow, him too?" But I had known my buddy for a while, so I thought maybe he was an angel working for him or something...

I eventually book it out of the room. But the whole time I am replaying "Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ, I met Jesus Christ." I cry later, grieving that I didn't believe in him and I am getting punished for it. All I could think about the next day was seeing Jesus again. However, when I returned to the same spot, I just saw a vague figure of the reaper waving his scythe threateningly and pacing back and forth.

I don't know what to do, I just gave a whole lot of information to this guy and if he really is Jesus, then he is also omniscient. I feel like that person who saw Mother Mary on a piece of bread, seeing "signs" everywhere, in conversations, etc. some threatening, some giving advice. I go into hiding, and I feel like I see the work of God everywhere, guiding me. It feels impossible. In order to get help, I convince myself and everyone else that I just got duped by a bearded guy in a mask at a party. I am still listening for signs, though.

I get out of hiding and leave my life behind, both to stay safe and because I think that is what He is wanting me to do. The people I know act like I am a fanatic or something and think I should stay away from costume parties. However, sometimes I hear them play music with messages that sounds a little like "Haha, heathen, you should have repented." Or "Jesus literally told you the devil was behind you with a pitchfork, doofus".

I tell my buddy about me leaving the party, and he responds like he wasn't even there. I wonder if maybe he was just in his own zone and wasn't paying attention to the events, but I still feel like a jerk for my behavior so I apologize. I am guarded because maybe he is revealing messages to Trump reaper. But I am wondering if Jesus Christ will get my message.

After I got out of hiding, I get joined into this chat, and one of the members have a vaguely threatening looking profile pic, but the username says "trustinme" so I think this must be Jesus. I wasn't going to join the chat, but now I want to. I figure he still wants to be in disguise, so I don't say anything at first. However, He lets me know He is there with a field of wheat and a cheeto. I do a "fuck you". Realize I basically flipped off Jesus Christ, and fly off because I didn't want to create more damnage. But He reveals Himself to me, not the other way around. I am not on a first name basis with Jesus Christ, so I have to pray in parables, too.

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zooterscooter · 7 months

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thank you for asking @expensive-muscle i will be doing that for sure

i had this sitting in my drafts for a while so here we go hehe. it'll be quite a bit so i do apologize in advance

original post with the tags

the guy with the mask will be first :) his name is mars (legally his name is micah, but he doesn't go by it anymore, not a deadname or anything he just doesn't like it. not terribly important but yknow) he's part of a group of four... outlaws... i guess ? the group consists of him, his sister, the other girl in the drawing (who's also the one in the fifth drawing) and one other guy (when you look a bit closer on the 8th drawing, he's the one in the speech bubble they're talking about. their names are cecil, finch and karman, in order of being mentioned

he was unfortunately caught in a warehouse fire a few years back (story wise) and was pretty badly scarred bc of it. he wears the mask so he doesn't have to walk around with his scarred face and blind eye showing. he really only wears it out in public and around strangers because it is quite uncomfortable

i'm still working on a group name for the four of them, and nothings really sticking. but since we're on the topic of them i'll talk about finch a bit :)

she's a hitman, late 20s. she's been employed by a bunch of higher power people in the city where she lives, so she's kinda sorta untouchable by law. she's been taken in a few times but is always bailed out by someone somehow. money can buy anything i suppose

the other two mentioned, karman and cecil, are kind of a team... as someone who has no clue how sports betting works (yet) i don't really know how to explain, but cecil is like... this worlds equivalent of a nascar driver kinda ? kinda not really. anyways. betting is legal in this city, but for karman and cecil it's like an inside job, if that makes any sense at all. i haven't thought about this group as a whole much if i'm being honest, but it'll come in time i hope

moving on !!

onto the "mf in the beanie" :3 her name is lilith and she's a screenwriter. her dad kinda sorta skipped town when she was younger, but she is super close with her mom, and they're so awesome. her mom gets a bit sick at one point, spending a lot of time at various hospitals, but she ultimately turns out fine

lilith wanted to peruse comedy as a career at one point, but she didn't really get as into it as she thought she would, so she just sticks to the behind the scenes by writing :)

the "homosexual friendship" is about her now girlfriend, who was an alchemist at one point a few years ago but i've changed her career a bit and don't know the exact word to describe it 😭 her name is ophelia, very smart, very pretty, younger sister.

i'm going to be honest with you, dear readers. lilith was a danganronpa self insert at one point. she comes from a simpler time. her and her girlfriend, tho said gf wasn't a self insert, just a dangan oc. not anymore tho....

the more i rack my brain for info the more i realize i just. don't have the descriptors for anything that they do. questions welcome and encouraged

now onto the rest of the people in the drawings, i'll attempt keep them short and simple hehe

1st drawing- ophelia/her sisters moms, vada medea (left) and sage (right) both are biological. i took inspo from how the "making babies from bone marrow" stuff that's kinda sorta happening in the science scene. the timeline for all this takes place about a hundred years from now, so i think they'd be figuring out how to do it with little complication. i am not a scientist myself, so i have plenty research to do to get the specifics down

2nd drawing- ophelia's sister, rue, and some 180 year old freak scientist. the freak is the one in the sewer. he had a grand time fucking up a bunch of people and giving them what appear to be lizard scales, and then was told to get the hell out of the city lest he causes more chaos. unfortunately the scales get passed down, but they really have no impact on the lives of the people who have them. rue is nurse who lowkey gets corrupted by the freak (his name is emrys) after her girlfriend passes from a long battle with various medical complications. she takes her grief to the wrong person and starts to lose her mind.

3rd drawing- their names are kaleo (left) and Non (right) not quite sure what their deal is exactly if i'm being honest. kaleo is a boxer, and Non just... exists really. he's alive to be pals with kaleo so far 😭 he's one of the people who had the scales passed down to him, which is silly and fun. kaleo is related to the person in the 6th drawing, which i will get to

4th drawing- zephyr (left) and kairos (right). detective and cop due respectively. sometimes they're tasked with keeping up with finch and her little gang of criminals but they can't really do much.

5th drawing- that's finch. love her

6th drawing- her name is desdemona and she's a spirit freak. she's been alive for hundreds of years or maybe she was just willed into being alive yesterday. she's got a bunch of weird spiritual abilities, like time travel (sounds cheesy) and communicating with the dead. she also eats people sometimes but that's a minor thing don't worry about it. she's the "wrong person" rue went to after her girlfriend died... oopsie. kaleos relative somehow also. the body on the floor is her ""human disguise"" because she can't really walk around town with a skull on her head. said skull isn't hers btw

7th drawing- holt (welding the sandwich) and caspien (watching him weld) they're just a little duo of gays tbh. it would take a while for me to explain it all so lmk if anyone wants to hear about it. holt is a mechanic, early 20s, and caspien is legally dead but he's fine. has wicked nightmares a lot but other than that he's fine. caspien and zephyr are brothers.

8th drawing- finch and mars :)

9th drawing- lilith (explained above) and her pal alaric. alaric is the guy that knows everyone and everything about the city they're in. somehow related to emrys (sewer freak) but neither of them are exactly sure how. emrys shouldn't even be alive but here he is, corrupting the youth

10th drawing- eve and varden :) (varden is @yaffles-world 's oc, shoutout to you) eve is sage's sister, making him ophelia and rues uncle. one of the only guys in the family which is lowkey funny bc he's a trans guy. someone had to attempt to balance the scales i guess. varden is his secret partner he hid from everyone for like 15 years because he was scared of being made fun of for some reason. i dunno. he's my main projection oc and even i don't get it. his full legal first name is evening btw. he's named this because i was like "hey wouldn't this be funny ?" and then it stuck. eve is an astrophysicist (which is why his name is funny to me) and varden is a mechanic :) lots of mechanics in the city

and with that im gonna cut it off or else i'd just keep yapping on in a single post about everything. thanks for taking the time to read this all if you did, please PLEASE ask questions i obviously love talking. asks are encouraged

#god who the fuck let me talk about these clowns bro this ain't even half of them #or half of their stories tbh.#there are a tonnnn of things i need to keep looking into if it wasn't obvious LMAO #anyways. shutting up now 🫶#lee oc posting

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plaindangan · 2 months

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Shuichi doesn't have enough money to live on. The scholarship of the Peak of Hope Academy is too small to cover even 20% of the total expenses. Therefore, Shuichi had to find a part-time job to support himself. Unfortunately, he was not accepted into any agency due to the fact that they did not need new employees. Shuichi had to get a job as a stripper. Shuichi was very embarrassed by the vulgar clothes, which revealed too much skin, leaving no room for fantasy. At the very first paid dance, he met his classmates. Kirumi, Miu and they were waiting for him.... Kaede.. Two worst-case scenarios: one will tell the entire academy about Shuichi's work, the other about his love interest. Shuichi had to beg them not to tell anyone, he would have done anything.

Disclaimer: R18 material! If not to your liking then please do not view!

(Note from Plain - went into this response with the Kaede/love interest aspect cut out, since didn't quite have a good idea on how to really make it work. Still, this this is one of my spicier asks so hope you enjoy nonetheless!)

The solution to Shuichi's predicament?

"That's it...keep pumping it for Mama Miu~ Just keep on pumping it!!"

"I-It's...leaking out quite a bit, Miu..."

The price to pay for silence. With his legs spread open, Shuichi was leaning back against the chair. The fly of his black booty shorts was unzipped and exposed to both inventor & maid was his erect cock. A cock that not only was covered from trembling head to pulsing toe (or rather shaft) in copious amounts of lube (why was Miu carrying this), but was getting stroked repeatedly by Shuichi black leather gloved hand~

All while Miu was recording such a session...albeit with one hand keeping things still, while another was clearly rubbing herself raw from such an erotic sight. As for Kirumi, who was requested to come to this environment, the maid tried to keep a straightface as best as she could, but her red cheeks and clearly heavy breathing as Shuichi continued was given way to her true feelings on the matter.

It wasn't helping either given that Shuichi was also dressed quite provocatively for his upper body as well. He was wearing a black hand pasties across his chest, red lipstick that had both fighting not to make out with him right then and there, and even a black mardi gras-esque mask that covered his eyes - all enhancing his natural attractiveness tenfold~

"I bet you just wanna cum, right?" Miu teased, trying to keep herself steady as she looked at that pre-cum mixing with the slickness of his cock. She had been ordering him to edge himself for minutes now.

"Y-yes...pl-pleaaase!!" moaned Shuichi and Miu cackled.

"Hah!! Look at this perv, look at how flushed he's getting!!! Bet he just wants to shoot big all over us! Hey, hey, think he'll shoot big?!" Miu said to Kirumi, nudging her with her elbow.

"He...certainly seems as if he's about to 'bust' as they say. Miu...do you not think it is in our duty to assist him? We have been tormenting him for quite a while, don't you say?" Kirumi asked, though from the slight twitches of her hands, one can tell she was half a second away from doing what her urges demanded her to do.

Thankfully, seems as though Miu was on the same wave length as her~

"Hah! Might as well~ Hey, Slut-ichi, you better be grateful for this! Dibs on his head!"

"That's fine...I wanted his shaft from the start~" Oh~ With Miu on his left and Kirumi on his right, it wasn't long before she was left at their mercy. Of Miu's thumb and fingers fondling and excitedly rubbing at his wet dick tip. Of Kirumi's expert hand gliding and stroking, coaxing him to relax and give in.

"C'mon, big boy, you know you wanna cum! Give it to us!! Cum! Cum as much as you can give!!"

"Relax, Master Shuichi~ It's alright, this is merely part of a fair trade off. All you need to do to finish our agreement...is release~"

With a long, agonizingly pleasured moan, Shuichi came. Hot, gooey, spunk shot out. Some hitting the floor, some of it onto the hands of the girls and even a bit onto their faces! Getting his essence and musk right next to them~ Something that lead to both women not only tipping him extra, but going to arrange a little meeting with themselves for about an hour or so.

Shuichi's secret was safe for sure, that's a promise! And if this was what it took to keep it in the dark? Well, there were worse challenges to bear~

#DRsaihara-R18 #DRiruma-R18 #DRtojo-R18

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msshadows97 · 5 months

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Santa Clauses S2 E5 spoilers:

I will say watching deadpool 2, then immediately watching The Santa Clauses is such a shift.

Anyways, spoilers are below for episode 5

We love daddy issues Kriss

BETTY!

Tim Allen is coming up with every excuse not to wear the fat suit.

YASSSS "look into my eyes What's do you see" "It's cold and its dark" that's the line from the second clause!

BETTY'S BACK!

Couple goals

Noooo, Betty, no leaving!

Being head elf must come with magic sass

Cal loving Riley ears is just so I grew in the north pole of him

Olga is me on a mental level

Will we ever get a like in-depth explanation of Claus magic powers? Seeing visions?

Mad santa started naughty coal, bet the poor families in the winter were actually thankful

Cal is talking to the reindeer, but still no Chet

Bernard acting like a head elf even before being head elf, honestly expecting nothing else.

The CIA elfs make me so happy.

"Being banished to the wobbly woods forever" that is the last line in the Elf Clause. Any elf that goes against Santa get banished

I want to know what Edie did to be above Gary. I do respect that Olga wants to maim Gary more than Santa scott. (Also, now I finished the fact that Betty is after Toots is impressive considering what she did)

STOP...... oh my god, I hate it. Scott is getting his powers back but facial hair first. I agree Carol he's about to sell me something. Or looks like the mayor of monopoly.

Betty and I think the same thoughts apparently because she just said what I just wrote (I'm pausing to write my thoughts)

I'm sorry I can't take this seriously

LA befana really out here being like, "Here's something to kill the bastard but it wasn't me"

I also agree she is a legendary figure? Yes, I know she's known in Italy and even celebrated down there still, but I didn't even know her till doing my own research who this christmas witch was. Then again, she's a legend in Italy, sooo. Does that mean mothman exists or Bigfoot?

Me too, emotional moments make me scared, too

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She turned the easterbunny into a lemon

WeLl wHeN LiFe GiVeS YoU LeMoNs

Sandra, you don't speak fruit? I thought you had the internet up there.

They are closing the vortexes, and Cal is flying the sleigh

Elfs fighting with kazoos is my Romain Empire. I also feel like they played the kazoo kid song

I want to know the legendary figure legal department because who even writes these clauses?

I feel like mixing that much legendary figure magic is not a good thing, oh my god.

Hahahahha *removes mask* gasp it's you! Dude you don't even know her name, you can even get your head elfs name right.

Oh my god, I just need to watch the show and stop pausing because the next thing he said is that.

Noel being a simp

HAHHAHAHA Noel is now cannon "not bernard"

"Legendaries have no power against other legendaries." HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN ALREADY SANTA USING SANDMANS OWN SAND ON HIM. That it's my only peace of mind is sandman sand didn't actually affect him he just wanted an excuse to sleep.

And the fat suit back.

Cal your two brain cells are fighting for Dominance

Cal turning into a therapist someone get Neil!

Ha he called 911

HAHAHA he ripped it. Again, I want to know who writes these clauses. ALSO, COULD HE HAVE DONE THAT THE WHOLE TIME?!?!(I doubt Bernard would of let him)

That's some strong ducktape

NOOOOOOO Cal! I was starting to like the golden retriever

Scott and Carol are also couple goals

And she has a bazooka

And of course, it ends like that. Time to wait another week.

So thoughts?

Season 2, so far, has been better than season 1, as season 1 felt like a rewrite of the 3rd movie. This second season is bringing back reference to the movies. With Judy, Jack frost, carols eyes of darkness, etc. Cal is finally finding his footing, and Sandra is coming into her own. Hopefully, Scott finally opens his damn eyes to his children for once and sees that Cal wants to be his own person. Maybe only do Santa part-time instead of just taking over completely. See you all for episode 6.

#the santa clauses #the santa clause #santa clause #santa clauses #bernard #elfs #betty #i want chet #what happened to my baby?#did Forst adopt him?#season 2 #spoiler

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s0larts · 1 year

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I HAVE MY OWN FANFICTION! I wrote this weeks ago and still updated this :D

If you wanna check, just write to wattpad "Server Guardian - Hermitcraft ff"

And also gonna post here a prologue 👀

I'm waiting for opinions

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"You are sure?" the man in the white and green robe looked at the much shorter friend.

"Of course, I am!" he replied, banging his fist on the table.

Everyone around the table looked at him. Feeling their eyes on him, he immediately withdrew his hand from the table top.

"...Of course, I am." he repeated more quietly, this time making no loud noise.

"Hm... All right." the taller one grunted, adjusting his mask. Owl mask. The same color as his robe, but with green edges. The empty eyes of the bird stared at the gathered people. Not one person would be frightened by this sight. After all, everyone at the table had such a mask. However, each was different. One had a longer beak, another had bulging eyes. But they could all give you chills.

"Dear brothers and sisters! I am happy to see you here today. All together." man stretch his arms, smiling at the gathered. However, the tone of voice alone, did not indicate what the facial expressions did.

"Let's get to the heart of the matter..."

The brunette with the peacock-like mask, looked impatient. He wasn't going to spend too much time here. He wanted to read some books. And he preferred not to sit here again for hours, listening to boring speeches.

"Dear Estelar... Impatient as always" the tallest of the people at the table, wearing owl mask, gave a pitying look "If you're in such a hurry, you can leave. I'm pretty sure no one will miss you!".

He only huffed in response, crossing his arms over chest.

"Ekhm... If no one else has any objections. I'd like to start the meeting now." The man in the owl mask, looked around at the gathered people. No one dared to speak, so he continued "Like I said... I'm glad you're all here. This is quite an important meeting. It's one of our cells, after all."

Everyone immediately perked up at the words of the head of the council.

Their goal.

Their sense of work.

Finally so close.

"But... Finrod! We've been looking for this place for thousands of years! We could never locate it!" a woman with white hair jumped out of her chair. She had a raven-like mask on her face.

"That's what it was... But we managed to find a way to find it."

A shiver of curiosity ran through the gathered people. They finally found a sacred place. But... Will they manage to get there...?

"...What about Watchers?" one of the people spoke up, which immediately lowered the excitement level of the others "I bet, they are watching this place!"

"Oh... Don't bother with it... I've got everything planned." answered Finrod, taking a seat in the center of the table.

Soon the gathered people, started talking about other matters. After all, their council meetings were not held that often. Only for important occasions.

"Martyn! My favorite nephew!" Finrod looked away, noticing the blond's arrival "You're late, you know that?" these words were no longer as friendly as the previous ones. The tone changed immediately.

"Of course... I'm sorry, uncle. I spoke to the teacher again." he replied, standing by the family member.

"And where's your mask?! You know that you should wear it!" he added, without seeing the mask on his face. The blond's blue eyes shone with the Listener's glow.

Each of the Listeners, always wore a mask, so they wouldn't accidentally lose control. But Martyn didn't like them much. He thought he could manage without mask. But being the nephew of the head of all listeners, he had to follow the rules more than others.

"Sorry..." he mumbled, staring at the ground.

Finrod sighed softly, then stroked the younger's head. "Next time remember about this. After all, it's the pride of the Listener." he added, insist on the second part of his words.

"...Of course uncle."

"And that's my boy!" he smiled, patting Martin on the shoulder.

The blond smiled wryly in his direction, feeling the eyes of the rest of the council. He knew they didn't like the lack of a mask either. Maybe they even took it as an insult.

Martyn sighed softly as his uncle returned to the rest of the council.

Their goal was close.

But Martyn knew there would be sacrifices.

And encounters he'd rather avoid.

#grian #hermitcraft #grian and mumbo #grumbo #mumbo jumbo #hermitshipping #mumbo x grian #fanfiction #wattpad #listeners #watcher #watcher survival mode #minecraft #hermitcraft season 9 #prologue

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epickiya722 · 1 year

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REACTIONS TO EPISODE 19 - FULL POWER!!

You know what goes on here.

LAST EPISODE'S REACTIONS

And here's the beginning of the one Deku Arc that gets me in my feels.

Yes, give me that Izuku narration! Even though it was just for the letter reading.

Ochaco, don't cry. Please don't cry! 😭

There goes his pose! That he makes looks cooler than Batman.

He looks and depressed already and this arc just started!!

The last time he wore that hoodie was back in season 4.

Oh, it's Shindo and Nakagame!! Grand and fucking Turtle Neck!!! Why is her hero name so funny to me?! 🤣

Shindo and his thot version of Froppy's hero suit. Keep doing you, boo!

It's nice Shindo mentions Ms. Joke since she is their teacher. I like that. And I like Ms. Joke, she funny.

"Now they're sending in kids." Yeah, but GROWN FUCKING ADULT HEROES ARE FUCKING QUITTING. THOSE KIDS ARE YOUR BEST BET, ASSHOLE.

I'm okay, I'm fine.

I get that you want to defend yourselves, but allow the heroes that are still around to help.

That's right, Shindo, tell them.

"... sticking their noses in our lives?" Uh, if Shindo and Nakagame are there to take you to their school...

I can't stand the citizens sometimes because oh, you were worshipping heroes before but now that they're quitting you want to give the heroes who are still around a hard time? They ain't perfect but damn.

"If we could take them by force..." May be extreme, but you gotta protect folks and if they're giving you a hard time... return the fafor. I'm joking.

Ah, shit, it's that muscly fuck!!! I HATE HIM!!! SO MUCH!!!

"You two, let's have fun!" SIR, THOSE ARE KIDS, DAMN!!!

WHEN DID SHINDO INVEST IN SWORDS?!

Did he just push her?!

SOMEONE KILL THAT BITCH!!

WHY RUN BACK TO THE WINDOW?!

12000 layers? Sir, that is disgusting.

"Sometimes, we have to sacrifice our lives!" SHINDO! 😭

"I'll turn your brain into a milkshake!" PLEASE DO!! I HATE HIM!!

LET'S GOOOOO!!!

I'm glad, as a purple lover, that Smokescreen is purple!!! 💜

"It's you, isn't it?" You're gonna wish it wasn't Deku, bitch.

Dingy looking ass rabbit... looking like a cryptid... I adore him.

"I'm just a human, too." You are???

Why would he put that rock there?

"Fight me will all you have, Midoriya!" Alright then, you asked for it. Don't cry now, don't cry.

"I can't see his face through the smoke." You won't be able to anyways, Tatami. He's wearing a mask.

EN!!! Wait... you're the purple one?! YES!!

En is also very pretty to me.

Ooooh, he's still being all calculating and stuff in a fight. My green boy!!!

Real quick, I love how Midoriya's mask makes his eyes look like All Might's. Especially since All Might's eyes like that are a reflection of him being a shell of what he used to be in his prime. Current Midoriya is well... a shell of himself. He's pushing himself and neglecting how others feel just as All Might did.

"I want a life without regret." Bitch, you ain't Miruko.

BEAT HIS ASS, DEKU!!! DON'T ASK HIM NO QUESTIONS!!!

I'm not fighting anyone who looks at me like this and just standing there. That is a person ready to snap your kneecaps.

I LOVE MY GREEN BOY!!!

But damn it, this arc just makes me sad...

Fucking wow...

FINALLY ALL MIGHT GOT ONE!!

Oh, it's those other hero kids!!!

"We don't want him to die." OH DO YOU?!

Deku passing by the glass just like All Might... THE DAMN PARALLELS!!!

You think Smokescreen smells like lavender? I hope so.

All Might got drip, huh? Them glasses!!

He still has that ringtone?! 😆

I need Izuku to get a bath and a blanket like today.

INKOOOOOO!!!!

I forget how buff Midoriya is sometimes... his face just hides that, okay?

"Please be more cautious." We can only hope...

All Might standing there like "... ah, crap, here we go again..."

Pretty shot of Izuku. He gets his looks from his mom. She is a damn pretty woman.

I'll be honest, out of all the families, the Midoriya's is my favorite. They have had the most tender moments and I swear I shed tears with them.

Ooh, the baby Izuku flashback playing with Inkoooo... 😭😭😭💚💚💚

"Don't worry. I'll come home." 😭😭😭😭😭

NOT ALL MIGHT CRYING, STOOOP!!! 😭😭😭😭😭

DOES HISASHI CRY, TOO?!

Why in the absolute hell is Best Jeanist holding that phone like that?

"The way he holds that phone is so cool." Hawks, stop lying.

I am impressed though.

Ooooh, Gran Torino giving him the cape...

Ooooh, getting more of the 2nd & 3rd Users next episode? 👀 Lady Nagant??

#kiya reacts #kiya watches #just kiya's thoughts #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha season 6 #bnha s6 #bnha spoilers #midoriya izuku #deku #all might #midoriya inko #yagi toshinori #shindo yo #nakagame tatami

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somedaylazysomeday · 1 year

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Target Acquired - Part Two

You beat Jango Fett at his own game last time, but he's been avoiding you ever since. When he suddenly wants to meet up, you're less suspicious than you probably should be.

Jango Fett x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Rating: NC-17, explicit, lemon, etc. Minors DNI!

Word Count: 5,100

Warnings: alcohol consumption, sex as terms of a bet, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, intercrural sex, begging, unprotected piv sex, creampie.

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"Ready for another?"

You smiled at the bartender, but shook your head. "Tempting, but I should stop at one."

"Whatever you say," he agreed with a shrug. "If you change your mind, let me know."

"I will," you promised, slipping him a smile past the edge of your glass. It came off a little flirtier than intended, and the bartender looked slightly dazed as he went to help another customer. It was all the better for you - now you had a clear view of the entire room, reflected in the mirror stretching the length of the wall behind the bar.

You admired your own reflection for a moment, but bit your lip and glanced down at your glass. What were you doing there? You were pissed at Fett. In fact, you had loosely decided to break off your arrangement. And yet the moment he had left you a vague message on your comlink, you came running.

Filled with disgust and resentment, you raised your glass a final time. There wasn't more than a mouthful left, and after you drank it, you had no real reason to stay.

Jango had been avoiding you since the arms dealer incident. Not only had he not sought you out, he also ignored you when you tried to comm with a meeting place for him to pay up. Honestly, if one of you wanted to end this relationship - such as it was - it was just as likely to be Jango as you. Maybe even a little more him.

Well, seeing as you had come running at the chance of meeting him and there was still no sign of Jango, the idea of you having a greater interest in continuing was starting to hold more weight.

You scraped up what was left of your pride and tossed back the remainder of your drink. The cool liquid was delicate but heady on your tongue as you gathered the few belongings you had brought along: a few credits, your comlink, and a discreet blaster.

Well, ‘discreet’ may not be the right phrase, especially when it tipped out of the small clutch you had kept it tucked into. The bartender - on his way back to check on you once more - froze and watched you warily.

You took pity on him. After all, there was precious little fun in teasing someone so obviously nervous. Instead of throwing a barb or a mildly threatening comment his way, you gave a small, self-deprecating shrug. “If I don’t watch my back, no one will.”

He started to relax slightly, but it was short-lived as his gaze traveled past you and widened. That warning was the only thing that kept your shoulders from tensing as a dark, silky voice purred directly into your ear: “We both know that isn’t true. Watching your back is a favorite hobby of mine in the right circumstances…. The only thing better is when you’re lying on it.”

The indifferent mask you had perfected over the course of your career as a bounty hunter slid into place and you were fully collected when you turned to glance back at Jango Fett. He was watching you with an expression that would have looked equally indifferent to onlookers, but you knew him well enough to see the dark, sly amusement that lay just behind it.

You faced forward once more, catching Fett’s gaze in the mirror behind the bar as you pushed some credits toward the bartender. “I believe that should be enough to settle my tab.”

The bartender nodded and you spun on the stool before slipping down from it. Fett, wearing a slight frown, caught your arm before you could walk away. “I just got here.”

“Shame,” you told him archly, pulling yourself from his grasp. “You told me to meet you here an hour ago and I have urgent business that needs my attention. Not my fault you were late.”

You had made it a few steps when Fett’s mocking voice hit you. “I never took you for a coward.”

He was needling you, clumsily attempting to manipulate you into staying. It was transparent, heavy handed, and you were irritated that it was going to work.

With stiffened shoulders, you perched on the stool beside the one he had claimed. With a glare, you said, “You have a lot of nerve calling me a coward. You’re the one who’s been avoiding me since the arms dealer.”

A hint of irritation slid into his expression, but Fett shrugged. “You didn’t need to get in contact with me. You had already gotten what you wanted.”

“That was a practice session and you know it,” you argued. “You were even the one who called it that! You still owe me for the arms dealer. I won, no question.”

Fett signaled to the bartender, who slid a drink in his direction as soon as it was ready. After a long sip, Fett watched you lazily. “Yes, and we were even.”

“You could have stolen the target back,” you disagreed. “They were two separate incidents and should have been two separate sessions. You’re just being petty because I stole the bounty from you.”

“We both know I would have had a hard time stealing him back,” Fett said reluctantly. “You and your karkin’ powders. You had him unconscious in that hotel room before we ever made it back to your ship. I watched the security holocams. You knew you had won.”

You shook your head mulishly as he took another draw of his drink.

“You wouldn’t have let me get away with pulling a stunt like that and expecting to get my prize on top of it,” Fett pointed out.

That was, tragically, an excellent point. You would have been extraordinarily displeased if the situation had been reversed and would have refused to give him a second session after he had taken advantage of the first one.

Naturally, you didn’t want to admit that out loud. Instead, you crossed your arms and tilted your chin at him. “Why did you contact me tonight?”

“The Kektegg bounty.”

You swore before you could hold it back. When you had first seen the non-exclusive bounty come through, it had been an obvious refusal for you. Meti Kektegg was a notoriously slippery Besalisk female. You didn’t mind slippery, but when cornered, Kektegg had a tendency toward violence. Since you were rather fond of your face in its current arrangement, you chose not to accept the bounty.

But then you had spotted Kektegg in a bar as you were working another trail. The reward was too sweet for you to pass up, especially when the attached bounty had all but landed in your lap. You had blown a bit of powder at her when she wasn’t looking - inhaling it wasn’t enough to knock her out, but enough to make her compliant. After all, there was no way you could lift a Besalisk onto your ship.

When Kektegg left the bar, you gave her a minute’s head start as you covertly accepted the bounty, then followed her. When you were two streets away from the Enchantress, you had heard something odd. You had glanced around the corner and saw a bounty hunter capturing Kektegg. A hunter wearing a familiar set of armor...

You had thought you were safe. You had accepted the bounty at the last possible moment and removed your name from the list before Fett had a chance to mark Kektegg as captured. By all rights, he shouldn’t have even known that you were attached to the bounty at all. And if he hadn’t known, there should have been no competition and no winner’s session.

Fett was watching you with satisfaction written across his handsome face. “I’m here to collect my prize for winning.”

“How did you even know I was on the bounty?” you asked, trying not to openly pout. It wasn’t that you ever particularly minded your sessions with Fett, winning or losing. No, it was the fact that this meeting was going drastically differently than you had anticipated. You had lost the moral high ground almost immediately and now you had to admit that you had lost to Fett. This wasn’t how you had wanted the evening to go.

“The karkin’ powder, of course,” he told you. “Kektegg was an easy capture - too easy, so I tested her when I got her aboard the Slave I.”

“My powders are untraceable,” you countered.

Fett snorted. “Maybe for other hunters.”

“And governments and criminal organizations and most medical facilities,” you listed, nettled at his dismissal. “You’re telling me that you figured out a way to trace them?”

“Before we made our arrangement,” he confirmed with a firm nod. “I don’t like unfamiliar weapons and I needed to know if you ever used that osik on me. Face it, sweetheart, I’m always a step ahead of you.”

You started to get irritated, but thought of the arms dealer and let a self-satisfied smirk curve your lips instead. As if he could guess what you were thinking, Fett scowled and finished his drink.

“What’s your choice for the night, then?” you asked. It was too late for graceful acceptance, but you knew you wouldn’t get anywhere by arguing further. Besides, it had been far too long. You would rather give up a hundred bounties than admit it to Fett, but you struggled to find anyone else who could compare to him.

He chuckled. When he glanced over at you, it was with an eager heat in his dark eyes. “I want to see you beg.”

You couldn’t help it - you snorted. “Doesn’t sound like any fun at all for me.”

“You’re misunderstanding me,” Fett told you. “The point is to see if I can make you beg. If you wanted to, it would be too easy. And I can find plenty of easy anywhere else. So, what’s it gonna be? Can you put your ‘urgent business’ off for the night?”

You gave him the look his sarcastic tone deserved, but he only countered it with an arch of his dark brows. “Fine. Where did you dock the Slave I?”

“No, we’re going to the Enchantress,” Fett determined. That was suspicious and you narrowed your eyes at him. He tilted his head. “Problem?”

The winner of the bounty had always brought the other to their ship. That had been the way things were done since the beginning. You had always considered it a power thing, the winner making the loser submit to their desires in the winner’s space. After all, ships were a deeply personal thing for bounty hunters. But you had never said any of this out loud, so the precedent of the winner choosing their own ship could have been a coincidence.

With a lack of other options, you nodded slowly. “No problem. The Enchantress is docked a few blocks from here.”

After Fett had paid his tab - adding a generous tip besides - you led him to your ship.

Fortunately for you, you had been expecting to bring him back as the winner and had tidied up the ship. You were never overly messy since you never knew who might try to sneak aboard your ship and glean some private information about you, but it was perfectly clean.

Fett let himself into your quarters as you secured the ship. You had brought him there often enough for him to know his way around the Enchantress, but something about his comfort level there was enough to set your teeth on edge.

He was already undressing as you stepped into your quarters. Irritated as you were with the way the day had gone, you gave yourself a moment to admire the man who served as competitor, nemesis, and partner in turns.

Fett was incredibly handsome, especially for a human. Humans had no pheromones to make them more attractive - not that could be detected by other humans, anyway - and no interesting anatomical features to sweeten the deal for their partners. But Fett managed to be enticing anyway… damn near magnetic, if you were being honest with yourself.

He was wearing simple clothing, easy to strip out of. You admired the way the red fabric of his shirt contrasted with the deep tan of his skin, then the way his muscles played under that skin when the shirt was gone. His boots were kicked off, his pants shucked into a pile at the foot of your bed along with everything else he had been wearing.

When Fett turned back to you, he lifted a brow. “I appreciate the idea, but you don’t need to wait for my permission to undress.”

You scoffed at him, but it was mostly to cover your embarrassment at the way you had been frozen as you admired his body. You stripped quickly and found that he was lounging on your bed when you had finished.

He beckoned you closer with a lazy curl of his finger, the movement slow enough that it looked vaguely obscene. You made a face at him, but stepped toward him anyway.

When you were within arm’s reach of the bed, Fett reached out and snagged your wrist, pulling you onto the soft surface with him. In a moment, you were tucked beneath him. His hips were resting heavily between your thighs and your legs wrapped around him automatically. The biggest surprise of all, however, was the way his lips descended onto yours.

Jango Fett was not much of a kisser.

You could count on one hand how many times you had shared a kiss with him in the past, and you wouldn’t need all of your fingers to do so. At first, you had thought he didn’t know how to kiss, as a man who spent so much of his time wearing a helmet. Then you experienced it and realized it wasn’t a question of knowing how, not in the slightest. Fett knew what he was doing.

Currently, your theory was that kissing was simply too intimate for him.

Except for just then. On your ship with you, Fett seemed fine with the intimacy of sharing a kiss, maybe even eager to do so. His tongue swept through your mouth, searching and branding and claiming all at once as you struggled to keep up.

Like you had admitted to yourself earlier, it had been far too long since you’d been with anyone. You knew your body’s needs, but you had decided that going without meeting those needs was a better choice than being with a sub-par partner.

Here was the problem with that: after denying yourself for such an extended period of time, you were more sensitive to the effects of Fett’s kiss and less able to control your response to the weight of him on top of you.

Or, since you were being honest with yourself, in plain Basic: you were horny.

The only reason you weren’t full-out grinding on Fett by this point was that he had lifted his hips away from yours. That would have been a source of contention if he wasn’t in the process of working his hand into the space between you. With that considered, you were willing to wait and see where he was going with this.

Your patience paid off when Fett’s fingertips delved between your lower lips, grazing your clit in a way that commanded your entire attention despite the lightness of the touch. You groaned into his mouth, back arching up off the bed to give him a better angle for his hand and press your breasts to his chest.

He toyed with you lazily, licking into your mouth with a sensuality you had never seen from him before. It was lovely, but it didn’t take long for you to need more.

You wrapped one of your legs further up around Fett’s waist, opening you up even further, but Fett kept his touch light and his pace slow. You arched again beneath him, but he moved with you, keeping the sensations steady… frustratingly so.

“Fe- Jango,” you panted, catching yourself before you could use his last name. He got irritated about the use of last names in bed. “Are you going to-?”

A thick finger sinking into your heat cut off your question before you could get any further, and you choked on air. Your core tightened around the intrusion and your head tipped back as you reveled in the stretch. The reaction of your body to such a small touch was overwhelming, but it helped you ignore the uncomfortable realization that the sense of having Jango’s full attention only served to push you higher.

Jango began thrusting his finger in and out of you, carefully building the flame inside of you to a whirling firestorm. Before you could spin toward the promise of release, he withdrew his hand from between your legs and pulled his lips from yours.

You whined, immediately missing the plushness of his lips against yours. However, the way he began kissing a path down your body was a good consolation.

By the time he reached your chest, Jango’s kisses were slowing, deepening. You felt the slick dart of his tongue against your nipple. After he blazed a trail of kisses to the other, you felt the same warmth followed by a shocking coolness as he pulled away to blow on the sensitive point. You moaned for him, but he was already moving south.

Lips against skin, the flash of a tongue, a scrape of teeth against your navel… all of it led to the moment he locked his mouth over your throbbing core. You cried out loudly enough that you were half-worried someone would hear you outside of the ship.

Jango didn’t appear to share your concerns. He continued eagerly, thrusting his tongue deep inside of you as your muscles flexed around him. After he had pushed your thighs away from his ears - when had that even happened? - Jango replaced his tongue with his fingers and started a slow pumping pace as he took your clit between his lips and began to suck.

Your shout was garbled, but you didn’t mind. You understood what you were trying to say, as did Jango, if you were to guess by the way he sucked harder and thrust faster. Your ankles crossed behind Jango’s head and your hands sunk into his hair as you did your best to clutch him between your thighs. The muscles of your core slowly cranked tighter and tighter as your body prepared for implosion…

And then Jango was gone. No, not gone, just sitting back on his knees, but he may as well have been on another planet. He wasn’t actively driving you toward an orgasm, so he was too far away.

You writhed, lifting your hips as if you could persuade him to come back to you, but Jango seemed unmoved. No, actually, he seemed amused. He was sitting back on his heels, absently wiping his mouth while he watched you with laughter-filled eyes.

“Something you wanted, sweetheart?” he asked lightly.

The thwarted heat had pulled away enough for you to think, but it left you with a deep ache in your core. “I was pretty close to getting what I wanted.”

He hummed. “Yeah, but I haven’t gotten what I wanted. That doesn’t seem fair, does it?”

“We have different definitions of fair,” you informed him.

“Maybe so,” he accepted with a tilt of his head. “Is there anything you want to ask me?”

“No,” you denied mulishly. Fett hummed, a smirk forming on his face in the instant before he dove forward and began steadily using his mouth and fingers to drive you toward the edge once more. As with the last time, you were painfully close to orgasm when he pulled away, leaving you shuddering and flexing against the empty space between you.

For a moment, you considered dropping your hand between your legs and getting yourself off, but you ultimately decided against it.

First, you simply didn’t think Jango would let you. Second, it wouldn’t be nearly as good coming on your own fingers instead of his, damn him. Third and least logically, it would seem like cheating. If Jango really had driven you to the point of desperation, he had won. Denying him that just wasn’t honorable.

Of course, you reserved the right to change your mind.

“Something you want to say to me?” he asked again, an impish look on his face.

“Yeah,” you said slowly, watching the interest on his face sharpen. You took joy in giving a slight stretch and asking, “Can we change positions? I’m getting a little cramped.”

“Sure,” Jango said, dropping to the mattress beside you, his head on your pillow as he patted his chest. “Sit down.”

You frowned. “You want me to sit on you?”

He nodded, patting his chest again. “Right here. I’ll take care of the rest.”

To say you were suspicious was putting it lightly, but even the drop in arousal between Jango using his mouth on you wasn’t quite as intense. The sensations were elevated all the time, and it was leaving you feeling slightly foggy. There was probably a trap here, but your only thought was that you could always grind on his nose if he tried to leave you unfulfilled again.

The moment you rested on his chest, Jango’s fingers wrapped around your hips and he dragged you closer, holding you in position while he devoured you. Lips and tongue and teeth like the other times, and yet it felt different somehow - more. You were on your knees over him, technically a position more powerful than his, but you were utterly at his mercy as he teased you from below. He drew pleasure from you with the skill of a master and you couldn’t do anything more than clutch at the headboard and stare down at him.

Jango was looking back up at you with eyes full of satisfaction and a pleasure that was almost fierce. You were trying to remember just why you were so against giving him what he wanted when he winked at you. Something about that confidence pushed you closer to the edge and you began to tense in preparation for your long-awaited orgasm.

But you weren’t fast enough.

Jango used his grip on your hips to pull you upward slightly, locking you in place with your knees on either side of his head. Your body desperately squeezed in an attempt to push itself into orgasm, but it didn’t work. Eventually, you were left frustrated, muscles slack as you leaned heavily on the headboard.

“We should do this more often,” Jango commented, gaze still locked between your legs. “I’m not gonna forget that sight for a long time.”

“Shut up,” you told him, your exhaustion the only thing keeping heat from the words.

“I’m getting a little tired,” Jango said, patting your thigh as you frowned. “Move this.”

You begrudgingly moved your thigh, still thrown off by the way he had admitted to being tired. Jango wasn’t the youngest bounty hunter you knew - in fact, bounty hunting in general tended to be made up of younger beings - but for him to openly admit weariness was concerning.

As soon as your leg was out of his way, Jango slid out from under you. Without him bearing some of your weight, you slumped forward, supporting yourself entirely on the headboard. Your attention was focused on the throbbing between your legs as you plotted some way to get yourself off before he could notice and stop you.

Those thoughts were chased from your mind when Jango slotted himself behind you, hips pressed tightly to your ass as he leaned forward to murmur in your ear. “Sure there’s nothing you want to say to me, princess?”

The silence during your pause was so thick you could almost sink your teeth into it, and it was difficult to think… but you grimaced and shook your head. “Nothing at all.”

He hummed, guiding your thighs together as you continued to lean against the headboard. You were curious about what he was doing, but as long as he was touching you, your complaints were minimal.

Jango’s grip shifted once more, releasing your thighs to hold your hips instead. When he had you locked in place, the sense of anticipation drew tighter and tighter until you felt a gentle prodding at the back of your legs. Jango made a few tweaks to your position, then sank his cock between your thighs.

You made a startled noise at the unexpected contact, but your surprise was followed by a strong surge of disappointment. Jango wasn’t fucking you, he was burying himself steadily into the seam between your thighs. His angle left him brushing over your lips, providing just enough stimulation to keep you from coming down without pushing you into anything that could bring you relief. The motion of him was smooth and sliding, assisted by the wetness he had coaxed from your body and left dripping halfway down your thighs.

That, of all things, took a startlingly short time to break you. In half a dozen strokes, you dropped your head against the knuckles you had clamped around the headboard. “Jango!”

“Something wrong?”

If you weren’t so incredibly frustrated, you would have laughed at the bright innocence in Jango’s tone. Instead, it just made you snappish.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“Feels good to me,” he told you, half-answering the question. “I can get off this way. Can you?”

A wordless growl was your only reply.

Jango sounded like he was close to laughter as he told you, “If you won’t beg for me, we’ll just have to find out.”

And then he started thrusting once more, increasing his angle just enough to catch your clit on the tip of him once every few strokes. You took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh that sounded suspiciously close to a sob as your hips rose and fell with him. When you spoke, it was soft with defeat but audible.

“Fuck me, Jango.”

Jango paused, leaning closer to you. “Did you say something?”

“Fuck me!” you repeated loudly, your voice close to cracking with irritation. “I need you inside of me now, please!”

In an instant, Jango had taken action. He spread you wide and buried himself in your core. You cried out at the sharpness of the sensations after being denied for so long. You wouldn’t last long, you knew that.

Fortunately, Jango seemed to be experiencing the same thing. After all, he had been teasing himself almost as long as he had been teasing you. As soon as he was inside you, he took up a pace so frantic you knew he had to be close.

Your grip on the headboard wasn’t meant to keep yourself upright anymore - Jango’s hands on you were doing that. No, you were just trying to keep yourself from running face-first into the wall as his hips slammed against your ass. It was challenging with the depth and speed of his thrusts, but it grew almost impossible when Jango dropped one of his hands to toy with your clit.

With all of the teasing, you were overwhelmed instantly and without warning. You locked down around him as your jaw dropped. The noise you made sounded almost inhuman with its grit and ferocity. You slammed backward, forcing Jango’s cock deeper even as your muscles locked around him. Your hands grew numb with the force of clinging to the headboard and you could only hope you weren’t slipping. Not that you necessarily thought you would mind - or even notice - if you did hit the wall.

To your surprise, the force of your body imploding was enough to push Jango over the edge as well. He stiffened behind you, fingers trembling against your skin as he shot jets of cum deep inside your core.

When he pulled himself free of you, it was sharper than expected, though that may have been because he was halfway to collapsing onto the bed.

“Are you o-?” Your question was cut off as Jango latched a hand around your wrist and pulled you down beside him. “Jango! I have to go clean up before I make a mess on my sheets.”

“In a minute,” he brushed off, wrapping a muscular thigh around your legs.

“You want to know what I can’t stop thinking about?” you asked a minute or so later, fighting off sleep.

“That you want me to make you beg on a regular basis?”

You snorted. “No, the Kektegg bounty.”

“That was a while ago, nothing remarkable,” he told you, though you had caught the moment’s pause before he answered you.

“The thing is, I don’t remember seeing your name on the list of hunters who accepted her bounty.”

Jango was quiet for longer that time. “Why would I take down a bounty if I wasn’t going to get the reward?”

“You wouldn’t,” you denied instantly. Any hunter worth anything knew that a hunt was nothing if there wasn’t a prize at the end of it. “But you could have done what I did - jumped on it at the last minute.”

“I don’t take last-minute bounties unless I’m already on the trail,” Jango disagreed.

You hummed at that and were almost asleep when a thought struck you: “Were you on the trail, though? You could have seen her. That’s what happened with me. But why would you have been around there? The only way you would have seen her was if you were in the Nox sector of Lothal, and there was no reason to be there other than…”

Sleep left you entirely as you shot a smug look over your shoulder at Jango. He narrowed his eyes at you. “Get that look off your face, little one. I was on business in the Nox sector, nothing more.”

“Mm hmm…” you hummed dubiously.

Jango shook his head with a weary sigh. “Go to sleep. You have a lot of work to do if you want to beat me to the next bounty.”

You settled your head against the pillow, still smiling. You had been sulking on Lothal, irritated enough that you had sent out a warning to Jango that he was squandering his last chance to meet you before you started taking it personally. Had he truly followed you there to pay up for the arms dealer and had taken advantage of an open bounty in the course of meeting you?

It was convoluted and there was a far greater chance that you were looking for something that wasn’t there, but his denial made you lean toward the likelihood. Maybe Jango hadn’t intended to avoid you as long as he had.

Sleep took you before you could finish pondering through the implications of that.

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