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Alone Time
Moon Knight System (Marc, Steven, Jake) x Fem! Reader
TW/CW: NSFW, Fluff, smut, oral (m + f! receiving), protected sex, PiV sex, Jake has a certain kink, unprotected sex, every good mama deserves to have a train run on her, body insecurities, affirmations, porn with a big heaping slice of life, could this be considered cucking? Or voyeurism/exhibitionism?, broken condom
MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME
This fic is connected to "Small Surprises" Pt. 1 and Pt. 2.
A/N: I had to do it lmao.
Taglist: @simp4-fictional-men @autismsupermusicalassassin @princessakirika @mochimoqa @pimosworld
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Your life was a strange one, now. You'd gotten used to the looming, musty-smelling god that lingered in your apartment and spent time with your daughter; you'd gotten so used to having the man--er, men--in your life at your side when you wake up in the morning.
You'd especially gotten attached to their little fishy friends!
But, hey, you wouldn't change it for the world. Hanukkah and Christmas came and went, so did New years. Poor Victoria, she was hiccuping and crying because the fireworks were too loud and terrified her, prompting Jake to immediately cradle her, and even Khonshu moved to slam your windows closed to muffle the sounds. (Although you lectured him about cracking one of the panes in his haste.)
And now, Valentine's Day was coming up, and you weren't entirely sure what to get for your boys.
Victoria, bless her tiny, sweet, adorable little heart, cut out some messy, colorful, and craft-herpes (glitter) covered hearts to each of them, doodling various things each man liked. Steven's heart was brown with gold glitter and had little Egyptian designs scribbled here and there, Marc had a few sports items drawn on his white and blue-glitter heart, Jake had a bright yellow and white heart, a crude scribble of his car drawn on next to his name.
She even made one for Khonshu. It was gaudy. Bright, neon pink, purple and blue glitter all over, and had small drawings of birds on it, with a crescent moon with a smiley face in the middle. His face couldn't emote, but you couldn't help but grin like an idiot (and had to elbow Steven in the gut to keep him quiet) as your innocent daughter handed her little art project to her "Cranky Bird Grandpa 'Shu". You were positive his pride took a blow when he accepted it in front of the two of you, but the way he gingerly held the little gift silently told you that he did, infact, like it.
Why Khonshu's personality seemed to shift around you and Victoria, you were unsure. You'd never asked, and to be honest you kinda didn't wanna know. You just chocked it up to, hopefully, Khonshu realized his existence didn't have to solely revolve around justice and violence. That some of his more forgotten attributes could be indulged in; such as him being a protector and a healer.
One time, Victoria fell and scraped her knee at the park, bawling as blood trickled down her delicate little leg. Before you or Marc could leap to your feet, Khonshu was there (invisible to others, of course) and whispered something to her. She repeated it, and by the time you two got there, Khonshu was gone, disappeared into a puff of mist, and Victoria was no longer injured.
Marc had asked her, worried, about what Khonshu said to her, the moment you got into the car. You were vaguely paying attention, at first, distracted at how his beard had come in, and he'd stopped being so meticulous about his appearance that his usually raven locks and beard (the one Jake insisted they grow out) were peppered with silver.
"What did he say, Vicky?" Marc asked.
"Jus' said that I had to say the words." Victoria answered vaguely, playing with her little scarab plushie in the back seat.
"What words, baby?" Marc asked, feeling a nervous sweat break out on his neck. You had to place your hand on his thigh to snap him back to reality.
"The words!" Victoria said, pursing her cute little face, her nose all scrunched up at his lack of automatically knowing what she meant. "He said, I gotta say the words to ask for help, so he can fix me!"
"...Wait." You turned in your seat to look back at her as you approached a red light, Marc watching her warily through the rear-view.
"Honey, do you mean a prayer?"
"Duh!" She scoffed, like it was obvious. "'Shu used to fix people all the time, he says. But nobody says the words no more so he can't. I had to say em so he could do it!"
You and Marc blink at each other, mulling over what your daughter just told you, a thick silence hanging in the air that was only cut through by her munching on some veggie sticks (all carefully arranged by color, of course. The red ones tasted the best, so they went first!).
"....I forgot he could do that." Marc murmured softly, looking back at the road as the light turned green.
"Yeah!" Victoria peeped. "'Shu says he can't do it no more cause it's hard. It's easier to find bad guys than fix people 'cuz they don't him ask for it no more."
You watch as Marc's jaw tenses and a look of confliction creases his brow.
Living under basically forced servitude tends to blind one to any benevolence their "benefactor" may have possessed at one point.
...And apparently still possessed. He'd never thought--none of them had--to consider that Khonshu never dispatched them to heal anyone, because A.) Nobody prayed to him for that anymore. B.) It wasn't in Moon Knight's abilities to heal anyone. And C.) Evil was just so much easier to root out.
The rest of the ride home was quiet; Marc, Jake, and Steven's headspace abuzz with this revelation.
You, meanwhile, still stressed out over what to get Marc, Steven, and Jake.
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"I still don't trust him." Marc muttered stubbornly.
"I understand why, and you have your rights to." You sigh softly, kneading the muscles in his shoulders. You were sitting behind him on the bed, his legs draped over the edge. "But you have to admit, he's strangely... sweet to Victoria."
"I don't trust it." He huffs again, his eyes closing as your thumbs work a particularly stiff knot between his shoulders.
"I know. But believe me, if he tries anything..." You mutter as your brow creases and you apply just a bit more pressure, earning a groan and a strained chuckle from Marc.
"Shit, I think the old man is more scared of you than what the Ennead might do to him if he fucks with the sky again." He says. "You and that broom."
You grin and press yourself against his back, resting your cheek on his shoulder as you slip your arms around his midsection, feeling the mix of softness and muscle, there.
"Well... me and my broom are fearless companions." You chuckle.
Marc stutters out a short huff as your fingers brush the trail of hair running beneath waistband of his sweatpants. They were doing very little to conceal the growing erection that throbbed against his thigh.
Marc tipped his head and looked at the monitor next to the bed, showing that Victoria was happily snuggled in bed, curled up with her arms squeezing Digger the scarab plush and snoozing peacefully.
Thank god that little girl usually slept like the dead...
"So..." You say, leaning in to nip at his ear as you comb your fingers through his curls, small water droplets clinging to the strands. Your nails scraping against his scalp, he groaned.
"You don't gotta work for the old man tonight." You say, kissing down his neck and to his shoulder, feeling how goosebumps formed beneath your soft lips; your hand slowly sliding up from his happy trail to his chest.
"Ay, hermano, you don't say yes I'll fuck her for you." Jake's voice rang out.
Marc grunted at his unwanted offer and demand; usually when it came to being intimate with you, the two of you worked out a system, setting up times, etcetera. And when spontaneous things like this happened, Jake and Steven would leave you and Marc alone, and the other ways around.
But of course Jake would occasionally peek in to tell Marc different things to do to you to get the best reaction, or hell, sometimes he'd cheer Marc on like a weird perverted, one-man cheerleader.
"Hmmm... Jake?" You chuckle, taking a small bit of his muscle in between your teeth playfully.
"Fuck. Yeah." Marc gasped, your palm sliding slowly back down until it was all the way under his sweats, stroking his throbbing cock leisurely. He could feel Jake linger, just barely... he would be a spectator tonight, it seemed.
"Ah, should've known. Steven's a good boy and tends to leave everyone alone when it comes to one-on-one time." You chuckle, placing a small kiss to your bite mark. They'd be gone by the time he suited up next, but you knew all the boys had preferred little "badges" to wear.
With Marc, he liked your bite marks, your hand occasionally tugging on his hair. With Steven, it was hickeys and lipstick stains. With Jake, it was scratches on his chest and back, maybe a bitten lip.
However you were all careful not to make them too obvious. The one time Victoria brought up a hickey she spotted on Steven's throat, you swore you saw steam puff out of his ears and his brain explode.
"A-A bug bit me, poppet, th-that's all!" He told her.
"Oh! Okay." She replied to him, not questioning it further, content to go back to playing with her dolls. (She had mummified one of them while you two were making lunch, which concerned you because Khonshu helped so it was as frighteningly accurate as it could get on a chunk of plastic...)
Marc groaned and he bucked his hips up into your touch, his hand falling to where he felt yours beneath his pants, encouraging you.
"Damn, baby." He huffed, already feeling beads of precum begin to drop from the tip of his dick.
You tug his head to the side and kiss him hungrily, your lips connecting as your tongues sloppily danced with one another.
"Your mouth?" Marc hissed.
You nod with a hum slipping around him and to your knees on the soft carpet at his feet, your eyes dark and hungry as he lifted his hips, letting your soft, delicate hands pull his sweats all the way down.
"We honestly may as well stop getting dressed right out of the shower." You chuckle, biting your lip as you pump his cock with your hand, your cheek resting on his thick thigh while you give him a teasing look.
You press your thumb against the weeping head of his dick, sighing. "....because either way, one of you boys get wound up and we wind up naked again."
"Can't help it around you." Marc groaned as you ran your tongue up the underside of his length, tracing the pulsing vein there.
"Clothes just fly off on their own when you're around us, baby."
You snort and roll your eyes, giving his tip a little love nip before licking the large drop of sweet-salty fluid off it, and popping it in between your lips and swallowing him down.
"Fuck." He growled as you bobbed your head, sucking tight and hollowing your cheeks while he petted your damp hair shakily.
"So fucking good, baby."
You moan appreciatively, squirming as you feel your panties start to squish, your clit throbbing almost in tune with his pulse as you take him deeper.
You gag a bit when he gets a little overzealous, and he pulls you back, panting and brows pinched up in concern. "Shit, you okay?"
"Yeah, I just need a teeny bit of a warning next time, honey." You giggled before pulling him back into the hot wet cavern of your mouth.
Marc's eyes rolled back in bliss as your tongue stroked him, his lips snagging his teeth beautifully as his eyes drift to the monitor again to check on Victoria.
Dead asleep, but this time with a little foot poking out from her blankets.
He made a soft whine as the plush of your lips squeezed his sensitivity flesh, your teeth grazing just after, providing a singular myriad of sensations.
Gods, your mouth was downright sinful. The first time you gave him a blowjob, he thought he died again, his orgasm slamming into him like a runaway train.
Afterwards, you sheepishly admitted that sometimes, the only way your ex would get intimate with you while you were pregnant was oral, because he said the sight of your stretch marks made him uncomfortable, and he had his concern for "the kid".
Yeah, it was more likely because he was already having sex with your friend on the side by that point.
But with your boys? They loved whatever they could get, and treasured every millisecond of it. Sometimes a little too much; Steven had a habit of cumming before he even properly fucked you, especially while spending time between your legs with his tongue to the point you were worried he smothered between your thighs.
So many times he'd stain the insides of his boxers and pants, just from eating you out.
Marc groaned, his cock jerking in your mouth to signal you he was going to cum; and you hummed around him greedily, sucking harder to milk him of whatever he could give you.
"Fuuuuck--" He breathed hard, the first spurt of cum shooting out and coating your tongue; his taste heavy and thick and oh-so addicting as you happily drank him down, swirling your tongue around as you pulled off.
Marc chuckled breathlessly and collapsed onto the bed, his arm resting over his face, "Shit... I swear you could suck the soul outta one of us."
You slowly crawl up his body, looking down at him as you support yourself with your hands and knees with a cheeky grin. "That good, huh?"
Marc leaned up and kissed you softly on the lips. "That good."
His hands find their way up your thighs to cup your ass, kneading the soft flesh as he bunched your microfiber sleep shorts beneath his fingers. "Now lemme return the favor."
You squeaked and laughed as he flipped you on your back, his hands almost ripping your buttons on your shirt open to get to the skin beneath, licking and placing open mouth kisses as he moved down to your breasts, his tongue flattening over your perked nipples as his hand slides down to your tummy.
You squirmed a bit, you always do when he palms your squishy lower half. After having Victoria, you didn't "bounce back" like those gorgeous mothers online always seemed to. Your belly was stretched, visible purple marks that faded to an almost silvery sheen over time, but you just couldn't lose the weight that came with your pregnancy.
Your ex didn't like your obvious signs of your growing child within your womb, but your boys? Gods, they adored it. Because it was proof you carried that sweet, adorable, curious little girl that you all loved so much; your body keeping her safe and warm until she was ready to greet the world for the first time.
"Baby." Marc said, looking at you, his dark eyes soft and loving as his flattened his calloused palm over your squishy tummy.
"C'mon... I know that look."
"I... I can't help it." You mumble as he plants feather-soft kisses over your eyelids.
"You need to stay off those mom forums." He joked. "They're full of photoshopped women, or women who can afford surgery to hide a previous pregnancy."
"I know..."
Marc leaned down, kissing his way down your tummy, planting more and more kisses over each and every stretch mark, until his lips reached the waistband of your shorts.
"You're fucking gorgeous, baby. Every scar and bit of baby fat included."
His fingers tapped your hips and you lifted them so he could all but rip them down your legs, practically licking his chops as his eyes landed on your soaked and puffy folds, a soft patch of hair on your mons.
He kissed his way down, further, his thumb spreading your lips and labia, smearing your slick around as his lips formed an "o" around your clit.
You moaned deeply, hand tangling in his mass of untamed curls as his fingers toy with your entrance; tracing it but not sliding inside.
"Marc!" You bucked impatiently.
"So greedy." He chuckled, the vibrations from his voice sending jolts through your clit, making you jump and yelp.
The way his beard tickled and scraped your cunt and thighs had your head swimming, your slick soaking the salt and pepper hairs on his face.
When his fingers finally plunged in, your toes curled and your hands gripped your blankets tight.
"Marc." You mewled.
Marc used his thumb to pull the hood of your clit back as his index and middle fingers curled inside your tight, gummy walls; giving his tongue unfettered access to wrap around the sensitive nub.
You hips tilted and your back arched, and you had to bite down on your lip to stifle the cries that wanted to come from your mouth. Your clit was sensitive, it always was; but god forbid your baby daddy ever give a fuck about that.
Marc and the boys? Oh, they loved to abuse that knowledge every time you two were intimate. Especially when they were using their mouths on you.
"Shit, we need to find a babysitter Vicky's comfortable with." Marc growled in between open mouth kisses to your sweet lips, his fingers curling in the most devilish way.
"Wanna hear how loud we can get ya."
You hiccuped softly in an effort to control your breathing and stuttering voice as your orgasm started to creep up on you. All you could do was blabber out a short "yes" when Marc nipped at your clit again, pressing his fingers up at juuuuust the right angle, sending your eyes rolling so far back into your head you swore you could probably see your own brain for a split second as those wonderful waves of ecstasy beat away at the shores of your sanity.
Marc continued to thrust and curl his fingers, slowing down to stretch out your orgasm until you were ready, your poor hungry hole fluttering and clenching around his digits for more.
Marc, the cheeky little shit, made a lewd display of licking his fingers clean, spreading them into a wide "v" as he wrapped his tongue around each one, licking you completely clean.
You growled playfully and pulled him down to you, slipping your tongue past his lips, tasting a little of yourself in his mouth as your kiss turned sloppy and very messy; his beard soaked all the way through from how much you had gushed onto his tongue and mouth.
When you parted (because your brains finally told you that you needed oxygen to keep living) you were both flushed and hungry for more, and Marc reached down, squeezing your baby fat softly.
"All this is ours, and we aren't trading it for anything."
And damn, did he spend the rest of the night proving it to you.
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"Aunt Layla!" Victoria squealed, running and practically leaping into the woman's arms.
"'Tawar." She giggled, waving excitedly at the hippo-woman trailing just behind.
Layla laughed loudly and you grinned as she and your daughter brushed noses. It was weird, at first, meeting Marc's ex-wife (and Steven's ex-girlfriend) but you were happy they were still on friendly terms, friendly enough, that Layla wanted to meet you and your little girl.
Victoria latched onto her immediately, the moment she sat down in your living room, the curious girl pattered up to her after waking up from her nap, still drowsy as she clambered onto the sofa, and curled up in Layla's nap, resting her head on her chest.
It was so cute you almost started crying. Even the goddess, Taweret, squealed and wiggled her feet at the sight. Given she was the goddess of mothers, children, and other related things, it made sense that she adored your daughter (like Khonshu, but the old pigeon would never admit to it.)
Taweret tagged along on most visits because she wanted to meet the woman and child responsible for gaining so much trust and love from the boys to ease their pain and loneliness. She also just wanted to meet your daughter because, c'mon. Victoria was adorable and everyone so far loved her. Even the "bloody old pigeon" as she and Steven were so fond of calling Khonshu.
Layla settled and hefted your child onto her hips, walking over to give you a side hug and you two exchanged cheek kisses in greeting.
"Hey, love!" Layla said to you both. "How have things been!"
"Oh, wonderful. Victoria's started reading multi-chapter books already." You sigh, smiling in wonder at your daughter.
Victoria giggled bashfully and started rubbing her cheek onto Layla's, reaching out to touch Taweret's outstretched palm.
"Really? So soon?" Layla blinked in amazement.
"Yeah, the doctor said it's not entirely uncommon that some autistic children develop certain skills quicker. She's already reading some of Steven's textbooks to him!" You reply.
"Damn, give her a few weeks and I'd wager this little ankle-nipper will be able to put any of those scholars at the museum to shame." She snorted.
"Steven said the same thing." You chuckled. "Even joked that they could probably go into Uni together."
"Oh gods, that's cute." Layla giggled as Victoria dug her fingers into her curly hair to play with the silky mass.
"Steven had a meeting at the museum today, he'll feel so sad for not saying bye." You say wistfully.
"Eh, it's one night. He will survive." Layla scoffed playfully.
"...Thank you so much for agreeing to take her." You sighed at her.
"Hey, hey, no problem. It's Valentine's and you two have been so wound up lately you need some alone time." She winked at you not-so-subtly.
You blushed a bit at her implication and laughed nervously as you reached for Victoria's overnight bag.
"Oh--her favorite blanket and toys are in there. Her shampoo, toothbrush, toothpaste, Digger is in there, too, because you know how she gets without him--"
"Relax, I know this'll be her first time away from you." Layla smiled warmly. "But she'll be fine. The hotel is just a block away, and plus, nothing will happen to her. Not with a goddess and her Avatar looking out for her, eh?"
Your shoulders dropped with a heavy sigh. "Yeah... Yeah, you're right. It's just..."
"No, no I get it." Layla's eyes twinkled. "...So how many squishmallow things has Steven and Victoria accumulated?"
You laugh out loud and point behind her, the corner of your living room where you'd had your Christmas tree was now stacked with several plushies, mostly squishmallows of various kinds, including a very large pineapple named "Maui" that Steven and Victoria loved curling up against to read together.
Layla snorted when she looked, shaking her head. "Well, could collect worse things, I s'pose."
"Like taxidermied bugs and animals?" You joke.
"Oh that's a horrible thought!" She grinned.
"Yeah, well, like you said..."
Layla laughed again and moved so Victoria could lean up to you and rub noses, and you could pepper her soft little face with plenty of kisses.
"Be good for your Aunt Layla and Taweret, okay?" You ask her gently.
"I will, mommy!" Victoria chirped, rubbing her face onto yours lovingly, breathing in your perfume.
You waved as they all left, feeling almost bereft and out of place in your suddenly too quiet flat.
You decided, after a few moments of nervous lip chewing, to walk back to your bedroom.
You walked to your closet and moved aside an old suitcase, revealing a long black box wrapped in hot pink ribbons.
After that night with Marc, something clicked inside your brain and you knew what to get for the boys.
Or rather, what to get yourself for the boys.
You set the box on the bed and looked at the article of "clothing" sitting inside the box. You'd ordered this set of lingerie after Jake and Victoria snuggled on the couch after watching Zootopia together.
You made sure to have it delivered "accidentally" to your neighbor's flat, and she handed it over to you like you two were smuggling contraband into a prison.
After all, you didn't want the boys to find your surprise, now did you?
It took a bit, but you'd stripped down and hastily pulled on your new set. All straps, the fabric was easy on your hands, so you knew Steven wouldn't be overwhelmed by the texture when he touched you.
And boy... would he want to touch you.
The straps covered up nothing and so much at the same time, leaving nothing to the imagination while still, leaving so much.
Looking into the mirror, you swallowed thickly. It looked nothing like it did on the models on the site. Where they had flat, toned bodies and perfect figures...
You had soft, rounded out features, stretch marks and of course, the baby fat.
You chewed your bottom lip hesitantly, your first instinct to take it all off and shove it back into he closet when you saw what you didn't like.
But... you knew that Marc, Jake, and Steven loved you. And that they would go feral if they saw you in it.
For added measure, you slid on the sheer, white stockings up to your thighs, the soft material squishing the plushest parts of your legs.
You had to shove the second one up hastily when you heard the front door unlock, and Steven's voice.
"Ey, love?" Steven called out.
"Uh--egh--fuck--hold on a minute!" You say, scrambling for your fluffy bathrobe. It concealed enough that they wouldn't see much... save for if they looked at your feet.
Steven had walked into the bedroom just barely after you'd tossed the box back into the closet and the door clicked shut, you awkwardly smiling and standing with your hands clasped in front of you.
"Heeeyyy... You!" You tried pitifully.
A thick brow raised behind those dark-rimmed glasses of his. Gods, he looked gorgeous. Dressed in a nice smooth button-up, his blazer buttoned halfway up and his curls falling into his face? His sweet, boyish curiosity had you already blushing.
He looked every bit like the kind of professor many college students would fantasize about taking "extra credit" with...
"What's got you in a tizzy?" Steven chuckled, walking over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist to kiss the tip of your nose.
"Oh uhm.... Ah." You squirm, giggling at his kisses.
"Is it because Victoria is out?" He asked, tilting his head to the side like a curious pup.
"Well, uh, eh... Uhm." You cough awkwardly. Oh, this was a horrible idea. So stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid!
"Oh! Actually, hold that bubble." Steven chirped, fishing out a small paper bag out of his back pocket.
Inside the bag, was a small box. A jewelry box.
Your hand goes to your mouth as he opens it up and grins sheepishly. "Took us forever to agree on something. Marc was being a real bellend about it, y'know?"
He frowns over at your mirror, his brows creasing as he scowls at his reflection.
"What! You were!" He snapped.
Inside the box was a silver pendant, cut in the shape of the crescent moon, with engraving on it.
"We love you, to the moon and back."
"A bit cheesey, innit?" He mumbled, pulling at his sleeves as his hands darted all over your face, his teeth snagging his lip.
You honestly felt like tearing up. It was so... so cheesey, and so romantic. Very much a Steven thing to do. But you could tell even Marc and Jake had a hand in it, too. It was a united effort.
"Steven...." You begin, lifting your eyes to lock with his doe-like brown ones.
He tosses a nervous, awkward smile.
"I love it. It's gorgeous." You say, your thumb brushing over the shiny material.
"Let me put it on you?" Steven asked you hesitantly, as if worried you'd say no.
"Sure." You smile warmly at him, noticing how his demeanor lights up and he cheerfully brings the chain around your neck as he moves to stand behind you, carefully locking the clasp so the moon hung just beneath your collarbone.
You hear Steven go "huh" under his breath as his fingers brush beneath your bathrobe, touching the straps of the lingerie you were concealing.
"What's this, love?" He asked you, and you jolted slightly.
Oh, shit. Right. The lingerie. You'd almost forgotten it!
"Uh.... It's.... Eh...." You stammer out awkwardly, stepping away to fiddle with the sash of your robe.
Steven watches, curiously and patiently waiting for you to speak, his head tilted to the side.
"So, I've been trying to figure out what to get you guys for Valentine's day, y'know? I was stumped, trying to think on what I could do, so... I... Um."
You looked at Steven, his curls flopped over his head, his tongue darting out to lick at his lips as he nods, urging you on.
'Damn it, now or never...'
Your fingers undo the knot of the robe and let the fluffy material slip down to hang from your forearms, your face erupting in a heated flush as you feel his eyes rake slowly up and down your body and hear him gasp just barely audibly.
"Oh, love." He breathed. "You... That looks--"
He snapped his head to the mirror, his face scarlet red. "Sh-shut it! I was--no! You just shut it!"
You watch as he looks at you again, bashfully as your eyes reconnect. He rubbed the back of his head and said sheepishly, "S-Sorry.... Jake just won't... Stop being Jake right now."
"Oh..." You reply, licking your plush lips anxiously as Steven walks closer to you, his hand reaching out to brush the various straps, moving to delicately cup one breast, his thumb brushing over the strap that covered your nipple as he continued to look at you and that silver pendant that hung from your neck.
You really completed a gorgeous image; like a swan perched elegantly on a lake's smooth surface.
Sometimes, Steven felt like a clumsy and loud goose next to you. He knew it was a poor comparison, that you would never look at him or Jake or Marc that way, but he had his own insecurities as much as you did...
"Do... you like it?" You ask slowly as his other hand, warm and more than a little sweaty rests on your hip.
"We love it." He replied, leaning in to kiss you softly on the lips. As he pulled away, you noticed his dark eyes become almost smoky--heavy.
"We.... Wouldn't mind seeing this on you more often."
"Well... Hm." You say, feeling his hands encircle you, moving down to cup your ass as his mouth kissed your jaw.
His calloused fingers squished and rolled your cheeks beneath his palms, pulling you closer to his own body, allowing to feel his hardening cock press against your thigh while his knee parted your legs and your back connected with the cold plaster of your bedroom wall.
The chill made your nipples harden, poking through the fabric of your lingerie and you yelped at the sensation.
"Hell.... You 'right, love?" Steven asked, his curls falling over his forehead as he looked at you with wide eyes.
"Yeah." You chuckle, goosebumps erupting on your body. "The wall's a little cold."
"Oh...." Steven says, his lips brushing your ear.
"Then... we best move to the bed, yeah?"
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You were positive there were going to be bruises on your hips from how desperately Steven had gripped them, rabbiting into you, his cock sliding in and out of you effortlessly, the sound of slapping skin sinfully loud inside your bedroom.
"S-Steven!" You squeaked, your poor cunt abused and sensitive as he fucked you, the texture of the condom he wore sending little shocks through your body with each drag of his hips.
You had already cum--twice--once from Steven's hands and mouth, and once more from how he'd fucked into you.
Steven had cum while his face was buried between your legs, rutting his clothed hips hard against your mattress as you squirmed and writhed against him. The way he looked when he pulled back, lips swollen, face flushed; his beard wet from your juices, his hair tousled and hanging over his brow. He looked utterly fucked out and he hadn't even been inside of you yet.
"....k-know, love." Steven whimpered, rutting into you a bit more, practically bent in half over you as he kneeled between your legs, his cock angled at an eye-rolling tilt so it slammed once more against your g-spot.
"Almost--almost--" He panted hard, his grip on your hips slipping a little because of how sweaty you both were, so instead he hooked his hands through the straps that still adorned you and used them for leverage as he relentlessly pounded into you.
You dug your nails into his shoulders as you pulled him down, mouthing at the apple of his throat as it bobbed, tasting the thin layer of sweat that dewed his skin, sucking a bruise onto the skin, there.
"L-Love!" Steven whimpered, his pace stuttering as you feel him twitch inside of you, the condom beginning to swell a bit as he pumped his load into the safe cocoon of latex.
His hips slowed into languid rolls, prolonging his orgasm just by a tiny bit as he came down from his high.
You kissed his temple softly, petting his sweat-damp curls as his breathing began to even out. You feel him slump against against you and his arms lock.
You feel a shuddered breath escape him before his breathing finally became steady.
"Steven?" You ask him softly, running your fingers through his hair again.
He lifted back and supported himself on his forearms, looking down at you with a grin, his eyes twinkling.
"Think again, cariño."
"Jake." You breathed, already feeling a thrill creep up your spine as his lips traced your jawline.
"Steven got to have you all dressed up," His fingers playfully snapped one of the straps on you, making you squeak softly. "Now it's my turn. Can't let such a nice, pretty present go unwrapped."
"Oh.... So you're gonna take it off me, now?" You asked, shuddering as he pulled out, still rock hard.
"Nah." His hands went to your hips and with a jerk, flipped you onto your belly, pulling your ass up, his hand kneading the soft flesh as he looked down at you.
He moved the panties to the side to see your red, puffy cunt. "Coño más bonita que he visto."
He didn't change the condom; instead, he pushed right back into your pussy, groaning deep in his chest as he felt your heat grip and squeeze him invitingly.
"Nice..." Jake hissed through his teeth, pulling back slowly before sinking back in, relishing in how your body so eagerly welcomed him back inside of you; your thighs glistening so beautifully, wetting his own, dripping down his shaft to coat his balls as he started fucking you into a steady rhythm.
He winced himself, feeling tense as the body had cum while Steven was in control, so his nerves were still highly sensitive to everything right now. He wasn't going to last long, he knew and it frustrated him. He made a mental note to remind the other two to leave him alone with you for a day or so at some point, wanting to be able to ravish and ravage you properly.
He leaned over, kissing the skin between your shoulder blades as he muttered against you.
"Touch yourself for me, mamí. Want to feel you choke my cock." Jake rasped.
You moan weakly, complying with his request as your fingers slide down beneath you, grazing circles over your engorged clit, choked-out whimpers coming from you as Jake began thrusting into you hard and rough, his skin slapping you so hard you thought there would be red marks from the sheer ferocity of it.
"Oh, god--Jake--" You wail into the pillow, your fingers swiping and circling more and more, trying desperately to match his pace as your squishy, wet walls crushed his cock beneath their fluttering onslaught.
He growled and fisted a large bit of the straps in one hand, pulling your ass back against him, watching as your skin rippled and jiggled with every slap as he fucked into you over and over.
"Fuck, yes. Just. Like. That." He hissed, each word punctuated by a slam of his hips into yours.
You could feel another orgasm just about to burst, your head swimming in that blissful haze as Jake plowed into you at a bruising, aching pace.
"Such a gorgeous mamí." Jake said to you, his voice was heady with arousal.
"So fucking pretty, such a good fucking mamí. Sabes lo bonita que eres, ¿no?"
Your mind was turned to mush as your orgasm washed over you, filling every pore with a dizzying pleasure, rendering you barely aware of what he was saying, let alone to translate it as his hips snapped into you one final time.
However... You felt a new sensation inside of you, and with a few jagged, harsh thrusts, you felt Jake cum inside of you, flooding your deepest reaches with his thick load, making your eyes snap open.
"Shit." He groaned, pulling out of you, watching as the ripped condom clung to his cock, a thick ring of white at the base as he ran a shaky hand through his hair.
"Well, now. This is a pickle." He laughed.
"Jake, you--you know that--" You sputter, groaning as you roll over to look at him.
The bastard didn't seem upset in the slightest; that cheeky little shit!
"Yeah, yeah, mamí." Jake smirked at you as he pulled the ruined condom off of his cock as he caressed one of your spread thighs idly.
"Then why aren't you--FUCK!" You wail, feeling him bottom back out in one deep thrust, your nails scraping his skin at the blinding sensation.
Jake grinned as he nipped at your throat, "Baby, whatever happens, we aren't going anywhere. Even if that means I stuff you so full--or Steven or Marc--that your belly gets all cute and round."
You whimpered and gripped at the meat of his shoulders as he started fucking into you again, blood once more rushing straight through his dick, renewing him with more energy and drive.
"I think Vicky would love a baby brother or sister, no?" He muttered out, his tongue dragging over your fluttering pulse as it hammered against your skin. "So... Why don't we give 'er one?"
"D-did y-you even a-ask M-Marc or St-Steven?!" You cried, bouncing and pushing against your pillows and blankets as he fucked you.
"Don't have to... They've fantasized about it enough already." He laughed.
His lips kiss and glide over your skin as he rips the upper part of your ensemble down, freeing your breasts to bounce free from their strappy confines as Jake whispers in your ear.
"And believe me... Marc definitely wants to fill you up, now, bebita."
#moon knight#steven grant#marc spector#jake lockley#marc spector x reader#marc spector x you#steven grant x reader#steven grant x you#jake lockley x reader#jake lockley x you#moon knight smut
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Fixing Mistakes ☾ Steven Grant × Female!Reader
Request: no, but they're open for everyone i write for :)
Warnings: donna being donna, marc pops up at the end
note: this has been done a few times before, so im sorry. i just like the idea
credits to @missdictatorme since her fic titled The Shades of the Moon is about steven getting the job as a tour guide. it is smut, so don't read it unless you're 18+
He was nervous to say the least. Donna said the new owner of the museum was making an appearance since she wanted to help them with their employees. He asked Donna about it, and she shrugged. "Might lose your job, Stevie."
So here he was, a nervous wreck while cashing out a customer. Yeah, he wasn't going to lie, as much as he didn't like working in the giftshop, he did like working at the museum. Sadly, he knew that if what Donna said was true, it was because of the number of times he was late. Then it hit him.
Wasn't the owner a man?
He shook his head and began organizing the small figures of the Egyptian Gods and Goddesses when the sound of heels made him confused as he knew one of them were Donna's, but the other was different. "Stevie! This is (Y/N). Her grandfather left her the museum after he passed away." You held your hand out while glancing at his nametag and smiled. "Nice to meet you, Steven." He took your hand and shook it, feeling his heart race at the sight of you.
Hathor blessed you with beauty, there was no denying that.
You broke the handshake and scan the giftshop. When your eyes fell on the stuffed Taweret, you made a mental note to buy it before leaving. She was honestly too adorable, and you didn't care that they were meant for children. "So, I read through your file and saw that Donna here wrote a little note saying that you wanted to be a tour guide?" He gulped before nodding his head. "Yes, I still do actually." You nodded. "Donna, can you give us a minute alone? Meet me in your office." She left and you look over at Steven. While he did sport dark circles under his eyes and baggy clothing, you thought he was handsome.
"So, it's no secret that you're late. A lot. Can you explain that to me?" You grab one of the plushies and bite your lip to hide your smile. "I-I have a sleeping disorder," Steven let his eyes wander a bit, checking you out before snapping out of it quickly. You hummed at his response before looking back at him, your eyes meeting his dark brown ones. "I trust there's a reason you want to be a tour guide and I know Donna doesn't want you to have it because you hardly come on time, but can I ask why you want to be a tour guide?"
He went ahead and ranted about Egypt, telling you everything that fascinated him which left you speechless. "It's just amazing!" You smiled at him. "I love that you know so much about it, Steven, I do. I can't give you the position though because of your tardiness, you know that right?" The smile on his face faded. "Y-yeah, I know."
"However, can you tell me why Donna calls you Stevie? You two don't seem close for her to give you a nickname, right?" He snorted. "She isn't great with names." You tilt your head to the side. "Steven, J.B calls you Scotty. I would get him not being good with names because he was playing a game on his phone when I walked in. Gave him a warning and told Donna she had to be on top of him for that. You work at the giftshop, and she makes you do inventory with her. How does she not know your name? Haven't you corrected her?" He nodded.
"She's just ignorant then?" He looked down and you sighed. "You know I can't have someone like that working here. I know she wants me to fire you, but honestly, I think you can try being on time more than she could be less ignorant." He chuckled at your words and nodded. "I need you to do something for me though before I tell Donna the news of her termination." HIs eyes widened at your words as you placed the plushie on the counter. "Can you ring me out and maybe try to be on time for, let's say...a week? If so, I'll think about that promotion for you." You sent him a wink, causing him to gasp and nod frantically. "I would love that! Thank you, (Y/N)!" You grin as he handed you the plush along with the receipt after cashing you out.
"No problem, but please don't make me regret this, okay?" He ran out from behind the counter and hugged you. You were surprised, but ultimately decided to hug him back...oh man, these baggy clothes did absolutely nothing but hide the fact that he had muscles. "Thank you thank you thank you." You chuckle before pulling back from the hug with Steven and hugging Taweret. "Just please promise me you'll make the effort to come on time. You'd be a perfect addition to the tour guides." With that, you left the giftshop, making Steven fist pump the air. "Honestly, she's 1,000 times better than Donna. I'll try to make sure you get up on time for now on, okay buddy?" Steven looked at the glass counter and raised a brow at his reflection. "I think we both know she's gorgeous, mate. Do you think she'd be interested?"
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves, buddy. I like your suggestion, but patience is a virtue."
#steven grant x reader#steven grant x you#steven grant#steven grant x y/n#moon knight#moon knight x reader#mister knight#marvel#mcu#marvel universe
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Cat Statuette Intended to Contain a Mummified Cat
Egypt, Ptolemaic Period, 332–30 B.C.
Cats were first domesticated by the Egyptians in the Middle Kingdom for their mouse-hunting abilities. By New Kingdom times they had also become household companions. In tomb scenes they frequently appear seated beneath the chairs of their owners or on sporting boats in the Nile marshes, where they flush out birds for their masters.
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Psycho Analysis: Seto Kaiba
(WARNING! This analysis contains SPOILERS!)
Every good anime revolving around a game, sport, or competition needs a great rival to antagonize the main character. A rival is a character who helps push the protagonist to their limits, and forces them to apply what they’ve learned in order to beat them. Now, a rival like that typically isn’t someone who is going to get a Psycho Analysis, as most rivals are just garden-variety jerks at worst. For instance, Gary Oak is a bit of a snot, but he’s literally a child and he turns things around and becomes a decent guy relatively quick. Or hell, look at Miles Edgeworth; he spends most of the first Ace Attorney butting heads with Phoenix Wright in court, but he’s pretty quickly shown to be far more concerned with finding the absolute truth than any truly nefarious purpose. Ultimately, most rivals end up being genuinely decent people who just take competition a little too seriously and eventually develop into staunch friends and allies.
But imagine a rival who never changes. A rival dead set on being the most antagonistic douchebag possible, one who is driven solely by the sheer spite and hatred they feel at being second banana to someone else, someone who can’t bear that their massive ego is even slightly bruised. A rival who may help when the chips are on the table, but who is only doing so for their own selfish and self-centered reasons. That’s a character I could reasonably review on Psycho Analysis! And if ever there was a character who fits that bill, it’s Seto freaking Kaiba.
Now, to be clear here, Kaiba isn’t a villain. He’s an antagonist, he’s an anti-hero, but for about 99% of his screentime he’s not technically a villain. But just because the series is called Psycho Analysis doesn’t mean I’m literally only reviewng psychos, and it’s about time I broke out a bit and experimented in this new year by looking at characters who aren’t totally evil, but maybe are a little bit. And as you’ll soon see, no one is a better choice to break the mold than the second best duelist in Domino City.
Motivation/Goals: To put it simply, everything Kaiba does is motivated by his ego or by spite. This is a man who has done genuinely great things, from dismantling his father’s bloodthirsty legacy of profiting off of war to opening theme parks and creating new technology to make Duel Monsters more fun and engaging for all players. All of this on paper makes him look like the most ethical animated billionaire this side of Scrooge McDuck, but there’s one little issue: Nothing he does is out of the goodness of his heart.
Do you think Kaiba actually gives a shit about anyone affected by his father’s business? No, he just dismantled it out of sheer hatred for his adopted father who, to be fair, really was a massive cunt. Do you think he went through all the trouble to make massive strides in Duel Monsters technology just so people could have fun? No, he did it all so he could exploit it in some way to defeat Yugi once and for all.
And that’s one of the biggest things that drives Kaiba: His unquenchable desire to defeat Yugi and be crowned the true king of games. The thing is, every time they have a fair fight, Kaiba gets his ass handed to him; the one time he won was by essentially threatening Yugi with suicide. His sheer petty desire to one-up Yugi extends far into the future, where he names the loser dork house of the academy in GX after Yugi’s Egyptian God card Slifer, while the ultra-cool prestigious house is named after the God he got, Obelisk. And in one possible end of his story, he goes to the most insane and ultimate extreme to try and settle his grudge (but more on that shortly).
Performance: In English, there are two main voice actors of note who have portrayed Kaiba. The first is Eric Staurt, who outside of Kaiba is best known for his Pokemon roles of Brock and James. It leads to a bit of whiplash hearing someone who sounds so similar to the affable yet horny Brock be an absolute arrogant prick, but I definitely think Stuart is able to pull it off.
The other VA of note is Martin “Littlekuriboh” Billany, creator of Yu-Gi-Oh: The Abridged Series and the man who voices about 90% of that gag dub’s cast. His take on Kaiba is pretty much what happens if you cross Stuart’s performance with Solid Snake, and it works very well for a Kaiba who’s weirder and wackier yet somehow even more insanely egotistical.
Final Fate: Kaiba, seeing as he’s just a douchebag and not a truly evil person, doesn’t get any sort of major comeuppance save for constantly getting his ass handed to him by Yugi. There are really two possible endings for him, though if you want to be charitable they’re not necessarily mutually exclusive. The first ending is, of course, that he eventually goes on to found the Duel Academy, which means he helps kickstart the events of Yu-Gi-Oh GX in a way. Anyone even partly responsible for the rise of bisexual monsterfucker king Jaden Yuki is getting high marks in my book.
But the much more notable ending for Kaiba comes from Dark Side of Dimensions where, so consumed by his desire to duel Atem one more time despite the pharaoh finally being at rest, he leaves his company in the hands of Mokuba and goes to the fucking afterlife to challenge him. Whatever way you want to read it—that he actually used science to travel to the great beyond, that his tech killed him and he’s not coming back—Kaiba really cements his legacy as the most insane, obsessive rival ever created. If he still feels like he has something to prove by beating you, you ain’t getting your eternal rest; he will bust down the barriers of life and death to have a chance of whooping your ass. Absolute madman.
Evilness: So in this new segment, I’m going to establish how evil any given villain is and rate them on it, separate from how I rate them as a character overall. This score is basically just a reflection of how evil their actions are, with a 1 being “Barely a villain at all” and a 10 being a “Complete and utter monster.”
As we’ve already established a bit, Kaiba is more just an egotistical asshole than anything. In his early appearances in the manga you could definitely say Kaiba was a villain, and his first appearance as the starter villain of the anime definitely paint him as a dick… but after his mind crush, he definitely veers more into anti-hero territory for the rest of the series.
Normally, this would net him a solid 1, but that’s the thing. Despite the fact Kaiba frequently does genuinely good and helpful things and despite constantly aiding the heroes, he only ever does it because he feels like he has something to prove. For instance, look at his handling of the Big Five as he dismantled his father’s legacy; do you think he tore down the military dealings KaibaCorp dealt in out of the goodness of his heart? No, Kaiba did all that out of sheer hatred and spite, negative emotions that motivate just about everything he does no matter how nice it seems. Even if he isn’t actually evil by any stretch and even though he’s undoubtedly bettering the world with what he does, he’s doing it for impure reasons that mainly revolve around reasserting his own superiority. The only genuinely selfless things he does are for the benefit of his beloved brother Mokuba.
So for the first ever Evilness Score, I think Kaiba is going to score a 2/10, which denotes being a huge dick but not neccesarily evil. He’s not actually evil enough to warrant anything higher, but he’s too big of an asshole to get a 1.
Best Scene/Quote: Abridged!Kaiba gave the world “Screw the rules, I have money,” a line that perfectly summarizes a good chunk of Kaiba’s character in both the main and the abridged version of the show. But his best quote (and his very best scene) come during his duel with Ishizu in Battle City, where he decides to give fate the middle finger and beat Miss Ishtar despite her clairvoyance while giving her the following speech (in the dub):
“Hear me now! I won't be controlled! I decide my future! So now, I sacrifice my monsters! Obelisk and Gadget Solider, I send you to the card graveyard! You're so quiet, Ishizu. Where's your magic now? Or have you realized that there's no such thing as destiny? Now observe as I summon my Blue-Eyes! Show yourself!”
And more than anything, this sums up Kaiba: He has the most massive ego in history, the strength and cunning to back that ego up, and a steadfast and stubborn refusal of destiny. He plays by his own rules and follows his own path, and nothing will stand in his way. Not Egyptian gods, not prophecies, not magic or shadow games or what have you. He is unstoppable, implacable, and he won’t be denied that duel with Yugi no matter what anyone says. Not even the barrier of life and death can stop him.
Final Thoughts & Score: Unsurprisingly, as someone who grew up with Yu-Gi-Oh, I fucking love Kaiba.
Going into this, I knew he wasn’t going to be a straight example of a villain, because his evil is mostly relegated to the early parts of the manga and the start of the show, with his post-Mind Crush self being more of an anti-heroic jerkass with a heart of gold. But I think he’s just enough of an asshole to be worth talking about, and talking about antagonistic jerks opens the door to talk about characters like Toy Story’s Sid or the more hostile Pokemon rivals like Silver, Blue, and Bede here. It would have to be Kaiba blazing that trail, though; there’s no jerk more perfect to open the door to discussion of other jerks.
Kaiba is just genuinely fascinating in that, despite being incredibly static as a character, he never really feels shallow. Sure, he steadfastly refuses to change and never really becomes on the best terms with the Yugi squad, but his interactions with them are still fun to watch and he never gets flanderized to the point of being obnoxious. It’s honestly extremely impressive they were able to walk that tightrope of him never really progressing past being an asshole while still remaining a fun, likable character who it’s fun to see in action. I suppose it helps they gave him the most ludicrously badass backstory where he as a plucky little orphan boy manages to beat a businessman in chess to get adopted, fleeces him out of his entire fortune and company, and then dismantles said company’s military division to focus on gaming. And if that’s not enough, they have him do stuff like throw trading cards to jam guns!
Of course, his most appealing aspect is his single-minded obsession with defeating Yugi and proving himself as the superior duelist, a character trait for which there is quite simply no heterosexual explanation for (I’m half kidding). With most rivals, they don’t really get so consumed by their desire to defeat their opponent that they essentially kill themselves just to get another chance at beating them, but most rivals ain’t Kaiba! Really, I think the only rival I’ve seen who’s close to being on his level is Vegeta. Once again, they found a nice balance, keeping Kaiba from being too obnoxious even with his single-minded obsession with one-upping Yugi.
Kaiba is really a character who so easily could have been obnoxious or insufferable, but instead he quite honestly stole the show. Yes, Yugi and Atem’s trials and tribulations are crucial and all, but seeing the insane lengths Kaiba goes to ensure he gets another chance to summon his Blue-Eyes against Yugi’s Dark Magician is just a blast. You’re always wondering what insane rich guy nonsense the man is going to pull off next, and he rarely disappoints. Kaiba may not be evil, he may merely be an antagonistic rival, but I think he still deserves a 10/10 for being the egomaniacal asshole opponent every arch-rival should aspire to be.
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Tekken 8 post-ending head canons part 3
-Reina: she trains daily to control the Devil gene, she also watches Jin´s old fights in previous tournaments to learn how to beat him, she also admires him a lot, despise her hate. She is a devout buddhist, praying specially to Fudo-myo.
She loves very spicy food and japanese reality shows. She is obsessed with sports and techwear.
-Alisa: Loves iceskating and brings Lars to every iceskating plays and competitions with her. She is a fan of Yuzuru Hanyu. She also teaches him how to speak russian.
She likes spending time with the girls and going shopping with them and to parks.
Xiaoyu got her into xianxia chinese dramas, so they watch them together.
-Zafina: moved back to Egypt and is training herself in ancient egyptian rituals and also has a tarot online (and in person) service.
She started dating Claudio after a while. They both love learning about spirituality, archeology and religion.
-Claudio: moved to Egypt after was left for dead in the colisseum. He got new upgraded powers after the failed exorcism, unlocking new spells and rituals.
He asked Zafina out and they are both happily in Egypt.
-Leo: is building trust again with his/her/their??? father. Leo loves going hiking and archeology. Is going on a new adventure to explore a secret tomb that was found under Ortiz Farm.
-Azucena: her coffee brand got more famous after the tournament, she is helping Leo with the new research of the temple found under her farm. She is also an alien enthusiast. She is trying to get Leo into that. Sometimes she is a little bit odd about conspiracies and extraterrestial life.
-Nina Williams: went to Fiji Island to spend her holidays. She doesn´t answer yeat the thousands of calls from Reina. She is into self-care. She is also secretly trying to find her sister again to annoy her or kill her for good.
#tekken 8#tekken#headcanon#nina williams#reina mishima#leo kliesen#azucena#claudio serafino#zafina#alisa bosconovitch
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While I am salty abt Rayyan’s lack of faith in our MC, I am also absolutely endeared by their consistent dedication to tennis and being the best ❤️ Their passion for the sport is definitely one of the reasons I’m attracted to them, and same goes for my MC. Their reaction to the doubles pairing is upsetting, but if you were aiming to make these characters feel real and authentic, then you nailed it! I’m happy Rayyan doesn’t change or give up their passion for the sport just because they’re starting to gain feelings for the new freshie. Tennis is their first love, not anyone else 😆 Rest assured though that my MC will still try to make them eat their words 😉
Ahh I'm glad Rayyan's response is something folks are thinking about and enjoying(?) To summarise, I think Rayyan has this almost obsessive fixation on tennis because they know how good they can be, and a lot of their self-worth is derived from that, for better or for worse. To the second anon, you're absolutely right in that this gives them a "standing at the edge of a cliff" feel to their frenetic, almost all-consuming passion/ambition.
Very long answer below hahaha :p do I psychanalyse all of my characters? Unfortunately... yes 🤣🤣 it's a blessing and a curse 😂
Tldr; Tobin and Rayyan have grown up with different family backgrounds and different experiences of being "othered", and this informs the way they react to big events.
Rayyan's family, as one of the only Egyptian (and Muslim) families in their neighbourhoods, are inevitably more isolated and insular--their family does their best to cling on to their traditions and religious beliefs and history, but this doesn't always help with assimilating to a new country. Rayyan has always felt alone, different, and have grown up learning to be independent, often with the mindset of taking on adversity alone. Hence their instinctive response to MC, and their dislike for doubles.
Being born into an immigrant family, Rayyan has also always felt as though they've had to prove themselves twice over: first to the outside world, then to their family--especially their father and grandmother who want nothing more than to see their child/grandchild succeed. Rayyan, as the oldest of the youngest generation, bears the responsibility of being the family's 'proof' of successful assimilation into America in some ways.
Rayyan is consumed by the need to do well at tennis and at school because it is tied not just to their own self-worth, but also their family's, by extension. So, they've always found it hard to accept anything less than perfect from themselves--there's just too much riding on them for them to "fail".
Tobin, in this IF, is a foil to Rayyan in that they deal with similar, but very different pressures of being a black athlete, but they respond in a very different way. Rayyan tends to focus on one thing and one thing alone: winning - the classic "I let my tennis do the talking". Tobin, on the other hand, has always prioritized people, over anything else.
Tobin's parents have always been very active and plugged into the African-American community where they live, and so Tobin has always felt like they belong squarely in the world they inhabit, unlike Rayyan. Tobin's parents are also big proponents of solidarity and kindness, so Tobin's stance has always been: the world's fucked up, but we're all in this fucked up world together.
Then there's also the dimension of their personality. Rayyan is hot-headed, almost brash, and they're also proud, fiercely independent, and distrustful of anyone not in their inner circle. On the other hand, by virtue of their charisma and more lighthearted demeanor, Tobin has always commanded/attracted/built their own "tribe". They're also far calmer and more laid-back than Rayyan, and their responses are always measured, thoughtful, and almost slow to act/anger--there's a con here too though, they often end up losing their own gut reaction in the midst of all that careful deliberation, not just of their own feelings, but everyone else's.
So in conclusion, CT:OS will always have its characters at the heart of it, and I've tried my best to give these characters rich and unique experiences and histories and ways of relating to the world.
That's not to say these characters aren't contradictory at times, and they will evolve through the course of the IF--MC will even have a big part to play in that, through their actions and words and the way they choose to interact with the characters.
As another ask mentioned, now that the characters are more fleshed out, I'm hoping a lot more of these dynamics can come into play! :) (oh dear, that got very long!)
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another pj masks au (villain swap au)
I'm not changing anything except the villains motives for hating the pj masks, so the villains powers and stuff will stay the same.
NN: orticias motives. Night Ninja was new to the city and didn't have any ninjalinos (yet). Ready to begin his career as a ninja, he started making sticky splats in the park one night. An Yu, who had already been released from the gong by the PJ masks at that point, went to go stop him, remembering how the ninjas in her time acted. NN was attacked by an yu for seemingly no reason, making him hate her and her allies.
Luna: Octobellas motives. Since she's from the moon with no way to return (motsuki isn't her sister in this au, and therefore she can't teleport) everything that comes from the moon is as precious as gold to her. When she left her moon crystals unprotected for a night to go and steal a smoothie, gekko (without knowing it was hers) took it back to HQ, where PJ robot found a way to feed its energy into the PJ crystals, draining it of its power. Luna has never forgiven gekko for this, and vows to make him pay.
Romeo: Speedy twins motives. He's still a scientist, but is less obsessed with taking over the world and more obsessed with making his lab the best lab on the planet, so everyone will recognise him as the greatest scientist of all time. In order to do this, he needs to steal equipment, which makes the PJs his enemies as they try to stop him.
Wolfy kids: Muki Gu's motives. The wolfies aren't evil, they just love pranks (which is canon), and sometimes take things a bit too far. They don't care about becoming full wolfy, they just want to have fun at night to get away from the boringness of daytime, even if its at the expense of others.
Motsuki: Night Ninjas (s1) motivation. She was romeo's lab experiment in this AU, and similar to her canon counterpart, struggles with being told she's not as good as he is. Although the duo live together, she spends most of her time alone, and wants to prove she's the best at everything to spite romeo. She does this mostly by stealing stuff from school: if nobody else can paint/play sport/read comics, then she'll have to be the best at it by default.
Munki Gu: Luna's motivation. After being trapped in a statue for 1000 years, he's pretty bored. He steals toys, books, games, anything he wants, just for fun. He hates being bored, and will do literally anything to not be bored. He's fairly friendly with the PJ masks, due to gekko being th one to free him, but that doesn't mean he's willing to not steal things when they ask.
Octobella: wolfy kids motivation (hear me out) after reading stories about cthulu, krakens, and other octopus-style mythical creatures, she decided that they were cool as hell and wanted to figure out how she too could become giant and scare sailors. She hasn't found a way too yet, but this hasn't stopped her from stealing many crystals and other magical artifacts from the museum in the hopes that they will magically turn her into a much cooler version of herself.
Pharaoh boy: gloops motivation, or part of it, at least. After 4000 years, he is shocked and annoyed that the world is nothing like the one he's used to, and thinks that he could make it way better if he restored it to the glory of the ancient egyptian days. He still wants to rule until the end of time, but he's also pretty fond of redecorating- aka, using magic to create sandstorms and make the city much hotter. He's also built a night ninja statue-esque pyramid in the park one time.
Orticia: Motsukis motivation. When octobella was messing around with stuff from the museum, she accidentally messed with orticias seed, creating her. Orticia is now Octobella's self-proclaimed little sister, and wants to help her achieve her goals no matter what. The two fight occassionally, but octobella is happy for the extra help and they have a pretty good relationship for the most part
Pirate Robot: Romeo's motivation. He wants to take over the world, believing that robots are superior to humans. He is actually terrible at starting the robot uprising, as most of his plans involve attacking the museum with pudding or putting robot propaganda posters up at the school, but the pj masks have to stop him anyway. they still think he's silly and kind of like him, just like in canon though. He's just that bad at taking over the world.
Speedy twins: Pharaoh boy's motivation, but instead of wanting to rule the world, they want to rule the racing world. They tend to cause destruction with their reckless driving, and refuse to stop no matter how much damage they cause. They have stolen the PJ vehicles before, not to take their parts, but so that the PJ masks couldn't have any vehicles that could possibly stand a chance in a race against the flashcar
Gloop the third: pirate robots motivation. He loves shiny things, and wants to collect cool treasure from earth to decorate his home back on planet gloop with. He has no other motivations, he just flies around in the gloopster looking for earth treasure
did you know that this post is almost 900 words. Thanks for getting through the whole thing (:
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The Temple - Chapter 2
The Temple - Chapter 2
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The night of the date was supposed to happen, and you desperately wanted to go down there and snoop. You wanted to see if Steven was happy, and to make sure that woman didn't take advantage of him. You didn't want to be seen, and freak Steven out. Against your better judgment, you went down there and hid, watching to see if that woman even showed up. If Steven appeared to be happy, you would leave and give him privacy.
Surprisingly, the woman showed up half an hour early and got seated. She happened to be in a spot with her back to you, close enough for you to hear the conversations that might take place. You made sure to be inconspicuous, ordering a coffee as you idly scrolled on your phone while you waited for Steven to show up.
Thirty minutes passed, and Steven was not there yet. You weren't surprised. He was probably running late because of Marc's bullshit. If he arrived now he would be in time, but you knew him better than. He would be at least fifteen minutes late.
An hour passed, and Steven still had not shown up. The woman waited another half an hour more, before she called Steven to ask where he was, but she only got his voice-mail. She left a nasty message, and hung up, storming out of the restaurant in rage.
You were confused. Why did Steven ask her out, only to stand her up? You didn't think Marc would miss out on seeing Steven squirm and struggle on his date.
Your questions had been answered a few days later. Jake came stumbling into your home with the key you had given him. Steven also had a key, which was subsequently also with Jake. It was the middle of the morning, and you were making lunch when the door flew open, and Jake came staggering in. He stunk like cigarettes, booze, and blood. He had deeply set bags under his eyes, and he looked like he had been doing speed or cocaine, because his eyes were wide, pupils blown.
He explained to you that he and Marc were trying to find an evil man, and he had just slaughtered a large number of people that were trying to kill them for some golden scarab that they had.
He was frantic for food, not caring what it was that he was eating that you had made for lunch. You stared as Jake gobbled up three plates of food, then he went and had a shower to wash away all the blood that he had on him. When he came out, he was only in a towel, showing off his muscular chest and stomach. His muscles rippled and twitched from whatever drug he was on.
It took everything in you to look away and go grab some of Steven's clothes. You would wash them for him, since his building didn't have a working laundry machine. Jake wore only a set of grey sweatpants and a white sport shirt, leaving a lot of features on display for you to look at. You suspected he was doing it on purpose.
And Jake was.
He didn't stay very long, just long enough to sleep the entire day away, wake up, eat, then he would throw on his coat, shoes, and hat and leave. If you weren't up yet, he always left you a note.
***
A few days later, the news was reporting mass murders and sudden deaths in Egypt, and then the most shocking thing, was that massive battle that was all over social media. The battle showed an enlarged Khonshu and Ammit fighting to the death, while some reports showed photos of three different 'Moon Knights'.
One of the photos of these 'Moon Knights' was a man in a cape with a hood, covered in wrappings, matching mask, with glowing white eyes. He almost reminded you of an Egyptian Batman of sorts. He had a large crescent moon on his chest that he used as a projectile. He moved like a man that knew what he was doing.
Another 'Moon Knight' wore an all white suit, adorned with hieroglyphics. The only wrappings on him were on his shoes and his bloodied hands when he took his gloves off. His mask was a smooth white with stitches along the right side of his face, and a crescent moon in the center of his head. He had the same glowing white eyes, but softer. That one used a pair of truncheons. That one jumped and danced around, like he was scared for his life.
The last of them happened to be just Jake in his trademark business casual attire, complete with his favorite blue jacket and black leather gloves. But… His whole head was covered in the same way as Steven's with a short line of stitches over his left eye. His eyes were so different from the other two. The right was white, but the left was a blood red, with a small red teardrop beside the corner of that eye. That one used guns, knives, and improvised weapons. He was ruthless and precise, with nothing holding him back from his vicious attacks.
Those were your boys.
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It was another month after that, whatever it was, in Egypt. You were just getting back into your routine of not seeing them. Because of the weird things that were happening recently, the museum was redoing most of the Ancient Egyptian displays. You were just typing up a report, trying to excuse Steven from Donna's supposed accusations of him destroying the bathroom, when there was a knock on your door…
"It's good to see you…" Steven's voice greeted you just as you looked up to see him enter your office.
There he stood, Steven Grant. One of the three men that kept falling in and out of your life. He was the one who openly showed you his affection, and had always tried to stay close, no matter what the fuck Marc had planned for them.
But as he stood there now, sweet and timid Steven, stood taller, his whole physical demeanor more confident then you had ever seen him. He only barely looked nervous, and like he had a secret to tell you.
"Hey, Steven. Yeah. it's good to see you again. How have you been?" You casually asked. You already knew full well what he was doing with his time.
"Uh, yeah. About that… I um… I came by to tell you why I have been gone for so long…"
"Oh, it's alright-"
"No! No, God damnit! It's not okay!" He blurted out with a touch of annoyance.
"You always say it's okay, when it's not. I know me dropping off the face of the planet happens a lot. But I need you to know the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth." His words came out quickly and a bit desperate. He ran his hands through his hair as he paced back and forth. You just stood there and waited, seeing him pause as he stared at the large mirror on the wall. He nodded and sighed to himself, then turned to face you.
"I have Dissociative Identity Disorder. I need you to know. That's why I keep disappearing. I have… I have two others inside of my head." By now you had gotten up and came around to his side, placing a hand to his shoulder. You felt bad for what you had to say next.
"I know, Steven."
He glanced at you shyly, then looked away to mirror again.
"I haven't been aware of them until recently, and one of them… One of them doesn't know about the other." Steven finished as he ran a hand over his face and rubbed his tired looking eyes.
"Oh? Tell me about it, Steven."
"One is named Marc, but Marc told me you know about him. Says you've always been here for us. He said you've been his friend longer than you've known me. I felt… Well, I felt a bit robbed by that knowledge, you know? It's not by much, but it is what it is…" He huffed and placed his head in his hands.
"And then there's Jake. Jake's… Wow… Well, he's fucking wild. He also told me you know about him. Says he's always come to you when he's needed help or a place to stay… He's the one that kept bringing me back to see you, because he knew I wanted to see my best friend. Said you're the one that got me my job, and kept me on payroll, even when I kept failing to show up for work." He went on to explain his little discoveries, and he looked so lost.
"I thought I was narcoleptic, sleep walked, and had time displacement from a lack of sleep, but it was really because these two kept taking over the moment I passed out. I told you how I used to put extra locks on my door, taped it shut, then tied my leg to my bed with sand all around it to make sure I didn't leave in the middle of the night?" He asked as he mentioned his sleep routine, one that you had discussed before on multiple occasions. It was your idea to tell him to use tape and the sand. Not that it mattered much, because you told Jake about it, and he would carefully replace the tape or the sand when he came back home to Steven's flat.
"Well, anyways… Marc made some fucking deal with the Egyptian God of the Moon, time, vengeance, fertility… Yeah, fine I know he has a lot of titles. You know me, I ramble." Steven was telling you about Khonshu, and he paused as his attention was taken back to the mirror. He fell silent for a brief moment, then he finished talking as if you could see and hear who he was talking to.
"And, uh, Marc became his Avatar."
"Okay, but why would he accept an offer from Khonshu?" You asked, and Steven huffed as he tossed his hands into the air.
"Because apparently Marc was bleeding to death in the freezing cold desert night. The same night and location that Layla's father died. Jake also told me Marc married her, because he felt he was obligated to. What a crock of shit that was! Yeah, me, Steven Grant, married. I was married! I didn't even get to bloody meet her, until after he divorced her. Like, wow, she's so fucking pretty. Oh, by the way, she's now Taweret's Avatar, the Goddess of women and children. What a wild concept that is, innit?" Steven was now making himself at home in your office, on one of the comfy chairs in front of your desk.
He went to the candy dish you kept behind your computer, the one filled with vegan gummy bears that you kept around for him, and took a few out. He munched on one, and slouched while leaning all the way back in his chair, legs outstretched from him. He tossed another up into the air, hoping to catch it in his mouth. It was a thing he would always attempt to do, and usually always missed, but this time, he caught it, without having to move his head at all. Then he did again, and again, until every candy he held was eaten. He caught you staring, and he smiled sheepishly.
"Oh, yeah, and because of the fact I share a body with him, the deal is extended to me, whether I like it or not. Which means I got nifty superpowers. But moving on, we did our time for the big bird, and went and died again, which was a whole roller coaster ride in itself, which I promise to tell you all about." Steven reached over and grabbed another handful of the gummies. It was then that you realized he had lost a little weight, and he looked like he hadn't been eating. You came to sit beside him in another chair in front of your desk.
"But, I'm here now. I'm alive. Thanks to Marc. Moving on… Jake… I found out about him last week, when Marc did. Marc was heavily drinking, and well, when I woke up, I felt different. I mean yeah, we were supposedly free from Khonshu, but… This felt like someone was watching me, like it was someone familiar, but not." He paused and looked into your eyes, then down at his hands. He squished a red gummy bear a few times, then tossed it up into the air, catching it with his mouth again.
"But, Jake, the other bloke inside my head, wasn't happy. He wanted to keep the deal with Khonshu. I mean, really, why the bloody hell not? Superhuman speed, strength, agility… Oh, and Khonshu is also a healing God, so there's that, too. Marc didn't know about Jake, or the fact that we still work for him. Marc was pissed to hear that we still do. We, uh, we have been trying to get Marc out of a funk. He's been depressed for a while, and I guess when he found out last week that we are still tied to Khonshu, he started drinking even more, knowing Khonshu would just bring us out of it."
"He what?" When you heard that you were filled with concern.
You had seen Marc drink excessively before, and he always tried to drink himself into a coma. Marc was a grumpy fuck when he drank, and he always scowled, or found the worst in everything. Mark was the type of drunk that just slumped in a spot and melted away into unconsciousness. He always drank the cheapest garbage he could find, figuring it didn't matter the quality what with his heavy habit. For your birthday, he would send you a digital gift card for a liquor store in your area, and it was usually the night before your birthday.
Jake enjoyed drinking as a social activity, or as a ritual habit, but he never drank himself to near death, like Marc. He cared about quality over quantity. Jake enjoyed the expensive alcohols, ones he claimed had flavor and substance. He drank like he had money to spend. Jake would regularly sit too close to you when he drank, his hand or his arm on your shoulder, especially if you were out in public. He was a jealous drunk, and he didn't like it when anyone tried to gain your attention when you were with him. At least he would always remember to send you a nice bottle of wine for your birthday, and it was always a week or two early.
Then there was Steven. Steven did not drink much, but when he did, he would drink obscenely sweet drinks, because he could not handle the bite of the liquor. He was a happy and touchy feely drunk, and whenever he drank with you, you would end up cuddling on the couch and watching movies together, or listening to him talk about mythology. He also sent you a bottle of nice wine every birthday, but it would always be late by a week or two.
"Yeah… We get up in the mornings, he lets me do the meals and have free time, until just after dinner, then he starts drinking non-stop. You know, black out drunk. And, well, since Khonshu is still around, we still get healing powers. So, after he passes out, Khonshu would sober us up. Then Jake takes over, and he goes about carrying out Khonshu's work as his fist of vengeance, to protect the traveler's of the night and all that jazz." Steven leaned forward as he started using his hands to aid him in loosening up his shirt collar.
"Oh… Why are you telling me this?"
"Jake and I want you to talk to Marc. Maybe if… Maybe if you come to him, tell him life isn't so bad, he might stop trying to kill us with alcohol. He misses you, but he's realized he's got problems, and he doesn't want to involve you… But we need to." Steven looked away at the mirror again, and he huffed as he raised his arms. He mouthed something you didn't quite catch, but he looked like he was irritated with his own reflection.
"You guys… It's about fucking time you all know about each other! It's been so stressful. Whenever I see any of you, I would always wait for cues to tell who was fronting, so I didn't say the wrong name. Thank goodness you all have different accents. So… You still work for Khonshu, then? Marc is mad about it. As he should be, but on the bright side… Well, if he does things right, you guys could be the next big superhero. You have a literal fucking God backing you up, so I think that's pretty fucking neat." The second you finished speaking, Steven leapt from his chair and hugged you.
"You're not mad, and you don't think we're crazy?" He asked, his face buried in your neck. He was too scared to look you in the eye. You hugged him tighter and stroked his back, feeling him relax ever so slightly.
"Of course not. How can I be mad at you guys?" You asked him, and he laughed as he pulled back to look at you.
"Well this makes the next part easier." He muttered softly as he lowered his forehead to rest on yours.
"What part?"
"The part where Hathor has asked us to go retrieve something for her. Khonshu said she wanted us to take our closest friend with us, because it's a two person job. She was very clear in mentioning we couldn't take Layla, but we wouldn't want to take her anyways. She just rags on Marc nonstop, and then forces me or Jake to deal with it. Jake is not nice to her at all. Marc doesn't want you to come with us, though. We have been told that it's one hundred percent safe for you to come with us. There's no jackals, no evil spirits roaming around, and definitely no gun wielding cult members. Would you… Would you by chance be interested in accompanying us?" Steven asked, his head drawing back as he swallowed hard. He was expecting you to say no, but the look in your eyes told him otherwise.
"Yes. I'll go with you. I would love to go with all of you."
Later that day, you ended up taking your unused two week vacation. You sat down with Marc and convinced him you were okay with his condition, which took at least an hour and half of convincing on your part alone, not to mention whatever Jake and Steven were saying to him. You told him that you knew all of his alters personally, and not one of them scared you or made you uncomfortable. Marc was still uneasy about Jake, but you assured him that Jake would never hurt you. Eventually he backed down, and agreed to let you go with them to run Hathor's errands for her.
Marc spent the night on your couch and in the morning, you caught the next flight to Egypt with him.
***
It took about three days to get to the checkpoint that Khonshu had marked. It was a small valley in a deep crevice of some rocky hidden mountain by the Nile. The building was hidden inside the rock, and required two people to stand on two weighted plates while chanting some words in a different language. Steven was fronting for this, because he understood the need to say the words right, and he did not trust Marc enough not to fuck it up. It was a little amusing to see Steven argue to himself about it, switching to Marc's or Jake's voice when they replied.
It was also nice to know they trusted you enough to do that in front of you.
Once inside, the temple doors closed behind you, and you followed Steven who was following Khonshu to an altar. The large bird man appeared to be checking out the slab of rock. After a few moments, Khonshu sighed heavily and made a few annoyed sounding clicks.
"This inscription says that only an Avatar of an Egyptian God may enter. The Avatar must bring with them a person that is of great importance to them. One they cannot live without. That would be you. Someone that is not blood related. You two aren't blood related, are you?" Khonshu droned out as shifted his posture to stand over you. He was tilting his head in question, but he already knew what the answer would be. You squeaked and shook your head.
"Good. I cannot follow you into the next chamber. You'll have to keep your eyes open, and listen closely. My sister claims there's nothing in here to hurt her, but there might be old traps meant to slow you down, or silly little puzzles to complete once you're in there." Khonshu said as he activated the altar with a tap of his staff. A door opened behind him, and the sound of a large slab of rock grinding against the stone floor could be heard. Once it was fully opened, Khonshu motioned for you and his Avatar to go inside.
Steven held his hand out to you, a gentle smile on his face as his white suit slowly melted onto his body, minus his mask. His hair was slicked back, dripping with the sweat from the sweltering desert heat. Because of this, you briefly wondered if the suit just molded over their clothes, or if it actually somehow replaced them. It would suck for them to be in that many layers of fabric in this heat, even with their healing factor and increased stamina.
You took his hand and shot him a warm smile back as he turned and guided you to the door. You could see inside the room, and it was a beautiful oasis. Waterfalls surrounded the room, emptying into a large river of water that ran around the bundle of foliage in the center. There was a rich burnt umber coloured sand and dark chocolate brown dirt where there were more plants in thicker clusters. Tufts of grass and palm trees littered the area, which didn't look like your typical temple at all. There were fruit trees and bushes blooming and bearing fruit out of season. Pools of crystal clear water were abundant and plentiful.
"Wow. This place is so beautiful…" You breathed the words as you came up to a raspberry bush of sorts. It looked just like one, but the fruit was a light blue, with the occasional kernel of white. The leaves were a dark evergreen, and it smelled heavenly to you. So heavenly, you were salivating.
"It sure is, innit, love." Steven replied while he watched you inspect the plant.
"Odd looking bush. Raspberries don't naturally grow in the desert." You pointed out as you bent to sniff the fruit a bit more. Steven came over and looked at the bush.
"Yeah. These look like raspberries, but I bet they aren't… What are you doing?" Steven saw you grab one from the bush, and pop it into your mouth. He looked momentarily scared for you, like you had just ingested poison.
You ignored him as you bit into the fruit. It was juicy, silky, and smooth, tasting exactly like a blue Freezie, but better. You sighed at the taste, deciding it was one of the best things you had ever had. It was so good, you plucked a few more and ate them.
"What? I wanted to see what it tasted like. Khonshu said that Hathor didn't have anything that could kill us here."
"I do believe she said there were no monsters, or angry spirits. You could drown in that pool of water over there, or fall and hit you head on a rock-"
"Steven, you know what I meant." You interrupted him with a roll of your eyes.
"Ah, yes. Right. So, how are the berries?" Steven asked while he bent down to look at a rock with some symbols on it. He tilted his head, realizing it was a sign that had fallen over. He bent further down, wiped the stone off with his hand, and read it quietly to himself.
Berries of blue,
Eat and become new,
Find the center,
Your true selves will be free,
Keep it true,
Bind yourself to three,
Drink of ecstasy,
Show your heart to thee.
He read it again as you rambled on about the taste of the berries, and how fucking delicious they were. He stood up straight when he realized the little stone was talking about the fruit you were eating and he reached out to grab your hand to stop you from eating more. He looked up to your face, seeing bright blue juice dribbling down your chin.
"What?" You asked with one last swallow, followed by smacking your lips and licking your teeth, which were now stained a light blue. Steven snorted a bit, but then he pointed to the stone sign and told you what it said. You cocked your head to the side, trying to read it yourself, and you shrugged.
"I don't feel new, whatever that means. Maybe we're both supposed to eat them?" You suggested. He thought about it, hand on his chin, the other holding his elbow.
"Well, why not? It's not like I'm going to suddenly die, since you seem fine." Steven said as he plucked a handful of berries for himself. He gave them a suspicious sniff, before popping one into his mouth. As he chewed, his face melted into a blissful smile, and he popped more into his mouth.
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The Secretary General of the Egyptian Supreme Council of Antiquities and current co-curator of the Gotham Museum of Antiquities was having one of those days where the urge to return to the underground and be done with all of the world's madness was strong. But she would simply have to persist.
"Yes, yes, I'm aware. Get off my desk. You'll need to see what's on it." Unless your head is so far up your own ass that you have eyes down there, she refrains from commenting.
The temporary office was unusually nice; most in her various work travels tended to be small or shared by design. But then again, the GCMA seemed to have an issue with keeping down a curatorial team, so a vacant office or two would be the norm. Ishizu hadn't felt the need to move too many things around other than placing a few gaudy decorations left by a certain Director Pye in boxes for storage and filling up a few shelves with the necessary books and binders. And of course, the addition of a workhorse of a coffee machine and minifridge, because such was the nature of working her hours. Much like the room, Ishizu herself was in a state of utilitarian dishevelment, a far cry from both her official appearances and their illicit meetings. Her white linen button down had long-since been untucked and was creating a new topographical map with wrinkles, collar crumpled enough to threaten turning up on one side. A pair of what certainly could be classy khakis had gotten a similar fate-- and were sporting the dull blue bruise of a tragic pen-chewing accident, the evidence of which could still be spotted in the very corner of her lip if you looked closely enough. Gone were the rings and bangles and headdresses, replaced with a pair of glasses the owner should probably be wearing more often-- but her hair rings remained, and of course, that same, sparkling necklace.
She moves to take her seat as he begins to slink off of her desk; although stopping to refill her What's Up, Doc? mug with a rolled up scroll shaped handle-- a gift to celebrate getting her doctorate from a university pal-- at the coffee machine. She also cracks open the minifridge, sighs, and flops down into her chair, taking a minute to soothe her soul with a long sip of coffee.
"Feel free to help yourself to anything in there...if you like coffee, water, Sprite Cranberry, or Ma’amoul." She should probably keep something other than cookies and soda for sustenance in there. She tells herself this every time she looks inside. She was not going to stock it with anything else, and she knows this.
"But yes, Riddler, I'm well aware you're one of Gotham's most active menaces. You cover quite the extensive record with a variety of methods, and your thematic choices truly are... choices." Ishizu leans in, index finger tapping one well-manicured nail against a laminated photo.
"But for once, the problem isn't you. The police have already come to me trying to pursue that line of investigation, but I don't need the gift of clairvoyance to know that you didn't do this." The photo is evidence from a crime scene-- clearly a staged Egyptology-themed scene, with a note sitting in the mouth of a man who (improperly) had been unfortunate enough to receive the Opening of the Mouth ritual before having the relics in his collection stolen.
The note had a riddle on it. Written using the format of Oedipus' Sphinx. Which was exactly the issue.
"You know better than to touch my shit." Unusually vulgar language. She composes herself. "But even if you experienced such a lapse in your judgement, you are smart enough to know that the riddle of the Sphinx originates from a she-sphinx in Thebes, Greece, not Thebes, Egypt, where the Valley of the Kings lay." It was such a small fact, almost semantics, but the Riddler worked in semantics. Thrived in semantics. He would never target the world of Egyptology without first knowing he couldn't be laughed out of the room with such base errors.
"I'm sure you will not suffer the indignation of being associated with this sort of ill-educated buffoonery, and I will not suffer the indignation of wasting my time on this poorly-behaved simpleton. For that reason, I believe we both have interest in collaboration here." Working with the police would waste time. Working with the local heroes almost always included too much force and too many interfering factors.
Besides, she was a tombkeeper. Traps were what tombkeepers do.
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I'm just your typical obsessive video gamer...with a few caveats (at least I like to think of them as such). I'm Audhd and I love video games down to the code. In fact, creating video games is my dream job. I tend to be playing a few at a time! Just ask if you're ever interested in what I'm currently playing. If you want, you can also recommend games. I will check out anything except Sports games. Do not ask me to play or watch those, please.I prefer my sports in person or on the tv.
I mainly use The Sims games, specifically 4, as a creativity outlet whether that's staging my written scenes or making the characters that live in my head. You likely won't see Sims game-play from my blog.
The secret here is I will always like to talk about my special interests (or even things that have just caught my eye for the time being). I love to learn new things about them. I don't bite...I'm just not entirely socially skilled.
If you made it to the end, do you think Dark Energy Stars exist?
Some of my favorites listed under the cut:
My Favorite Bat:
Northern Long-Eared!
Some of my Favorite Musicians:
Adelita's Way
Andy Black
Atreyu
Bad Omens
Chase Atlantic
Egypt Central
Five Finger Death Punch
Gorillaz
Sleep Token
Halestorm
Hozier
Nirvana
Rag'n'Bone Man
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Celtic
Greek(/Roman)
Egyptian
Norse
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Black Holes
Nebulas
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Stars
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Assassin's Creed
Atelier
Borderlands
Azada
Danganronpa
Persona
Diablo
Final Fantasy
Mass Effect
My Time at Portia/Sandrock
Need for Speed
Persona
Rune Factory
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* ◟ : 〔 TESSA THOMPSON, CIS WOMAN + SHE / HER 〕 MAXINE KELLY , some say you’re a FORTY YEAR OLD lost soul among the neon lights. known for being both HARD-WORKING and JUDGEMENTAL, one can’t help but think of I LIKE THAT by JANELLE MONAE when you walk by. are you still an ASSOCIATE, TATTOO ARTIST AND PIERCER for THE DEAD HAND, YAMI INK, even with your reputation as THE SONGBIRD? i think we’ll be seeing more of you and LETTTERMAN JACKETS THAT SMELL OF TOBACCO , NEEDLES PIERCING VIRGIN SKIN, EYES THAT HOLD A BOTTOMLESS GUILT, although we can’t help but think of KARLACH (BG3) + BRIENNE OF TARTH (GAME OF THRONES) + SEKHMET (EGYPTIAN MYTHOLOGY) whenever we see you down these rainy streets.
FULL NAME: Maxine Bernice Kelly
NICKNAME(S): Max
AGE: Forty
GENDER: Cis-Female
PRONOUNS: She/Her
BIRTHPLACE: Harlem, Manhattan
OCCUPATION: Tattoo Artist & Body Piercer, Underground fighter
GANG AFFILIATION: Associate of The Dead Hand
FC: Tessa Thompson
APPEARANCE
HAIR COLOUR: Black
EYE COLOUR: Brown
HEIGHT: 5”5
PIERCINGS?:Both ears & nipples, tongue.
TATTOOS: Full sleeve on left arm that spans her shoulder blade also. Behind her left ear, on her right hip and underbust.
TRAITS
POSITIVE: Focused, Loyal, Grounded
NEGATIVE: Critical, Pessimistic, Indelicate
BACKGROUND
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Maxine was destined to get involved with the seedy underbelly of NYC. While her mom worked nights, her dad took her to his job ; from a baby she’d been in a car seat while he beat people up for money, sold drugs, engaged in routine intimidation of local businessmen and politicians. It was a job the man was good at, so why stop doing it now? Why not let Maxine know that this was really how the world really worked. There were only two types of people; the strong and the weak. He asked Maxine, one day while doing her maths homework, what type do you want to grow into?
She chose to be strong.
It was the answer her father wanted, if he couldn’t have a son then Maxine would become one. She signed up for boxing, track, MMA, started to routinely bully kids for their money or lunches - when she got a little older, it transitioned into selling cigarettes and providing some of the meaner kids with needed backup when other schools came for events, or just turned up at lunch for a brawl. Thanks to her dads name, Maxine also got into underground fighting rings, lying about her age so she could take down women twice her age. The money got split, and she’d go get her hair done with it or buy some new sneakers. Questions were asked about her bruises of course but, the girl did so much sport there had to be accidents. Sometimes on the quad she got into fights but not so much anymore. There was an opportunity talked about; the Olympics. Maxine could get onto their training programme, maybe even the squad with a few years under their wing, groomed into a professional athlete. The teenager couldn’t wait to get out from Harlem, move onto better things. What made it better was that her father seemed to approve of this to - they’d have to work on Maxine’s discipline.
But, there was a secret the young girl couldn’t tell him. That was, that Maxine had discovered a secret talent, a hobby she enjoyed more than beating others up, than revealing in violence. Art. In secret, she worked on a portfolio. It was a backup, she told herself, just in case everything fell through, an apprenticeship in Portland. Except, when two opportunities came knocking at the same time, Maxine knew which one she’d prefer. Her father of course intercepted both, confronting Maxine about which opportunity would really get her out of their shitty neighborhood, and allow her to make a life for herself. All her life, she’d done what he wanted and in a fit of rage, she smacked her dad.
He went down, smacking his head open on the fireplace as he did so.
The decision was made for her then. The young woman covered it up, said she came home and found him like that. His line of work meant that he had plenty of enemies, nobody suspected Maxine. She moved out to Portland, taking up an apprenticeship for a tattoo studio and attending a local arts programme. America held too much pain, though, and after befriending a Japanese student, she would go to Kyoto to train under masters of the tattoo craft. Getting involved with low-level Yakuza only seemed to be a natural progression, especially after she stopped a local underboss from getting murdered at night on the streets. The fighting she’d left behind only followed her.
Years later, Maxine followed some members back to America, taking up shop at Yami Ink and still serving the Dead Hand even in another country.
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I’m a bit curious now: I know we have a good handful of board games that we know were played in Ancient Egypt, but do we have any other general games? I’ve seen people say there was handball and tug of war. Do we know of anything else like that?
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I've decided to combine the previous fashion charts together so I wouldn't have to go back and forth between charts just to look for outfits to draw, I also took the opportunity to add new outfits and edit some of the original outfits on the chart because I felt that the original felt..."lacking" to put it bluntly.
I did however kept the original versions for documation purposes and because I felt that some of you guys may like the old outfits better.
Originals:
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Outfits:
~Stardust Crusaders 1988 - 89~
- Main outfit:
This is what she wears most of the time throughout Part 3, you'd think she look harmless but looks can be deceiving when you're a servant of DIO. The outfit consists of a black and orange baseball cap worn backwards (possibly a San Francisco Giants hat), a light and dark purple hoodie that exposes her shoulders, a black crop-top with white lining, a red belt, bluish-lilac jeans with rolled up legs, light purple socks, and almond colored high-top sneakers.
- Pajamas:
This is what she wears to bed during 1987, just a simple baggy t-shirt and sport shorts similar to Asuka Langley's, except for the color changes to blueish gray and white and has a Morro Bay, California logo, she does however mostly forgo it for the next outfit of course for reasons.
- DIO's servant:
While serving DIO during her stay in Egypt, she wears more conservative Egyptian clothing during night time hours whenever he's active at night, even when she goes to bed. This is mostly to avoid DIO "noticing her" like he does with his women but makes up the excuse that Cairo gets cold at night. This is comprised of a long grayish-purple button up gown and dark grayish-purple pants, a gray shawl, and white slip ons, I also added colorful beads and golden bracelets to spice it up and match DIO's other servants.
- First arrival to Egypt:
This is what she wore during her first arrival to Egypt after agreeing to join DIO's side, taking place a year before "Stardust Crusaders". I know it looked a little too touristy, but it would make sense since this her first time in Egypt, with the only thing she knew about the country are ancient civilizations, historical monuments, and very hot weather.
- DIO's World:
She wears this shortly before and during "DIO's World", the last arc in "Stardust Crusaders", right after she befriended a hospitalized Kakyoin, showing that she's slowly shedding her DIO's slave persona and becoming an unofficial Crusader, the star accessories she wears pretty much shows this. She also wear's Joseph's breathing mask rigged with Hamon to gain the Crusaders' trust, being warned that it will go off if she removes it.
- End of Part 3:
This is the same outfit as the previous one, except it's all dirtied up, torn, and bloodied from her last fight with DIO, furious with him for using her and murdering Kakyoin in cold blood. It was during that fight that she lost her arm to him and got as badly injured as Polnareff, putting her out of commission. She would later get a prosthetic arm from the SPW Foundation before taking the plane to Japan with Jotaro and Joseph.
~Diamond Is Unbreakable 1999~
- Wedding dress:
The dress that Medea wore for her and Keiji's wedding a few years before "Diamond is Unbreakable" took place. I mean come on, she becomes a wife and mother in Part 4, right? We might as well show off the dress for it... And yes, she wore her glove over her mechanical arm, gotta make your prosthetics look fabulous to. Sorry if it doesn't look fantastical though, that's the best I can come up with.
- School Teacher:
This is what she wears during her stay in Morioh, Japan as a History Teacher in Josuke's High School. Medea had noticeably aged and takes on a more mature and feminine look while still maintaining some of her traits from her younger years, her hair also grew longer and straighter down to her lower back. She is seen wearing a orchid purple suit with a black turtle neck underneath, and grayish brown slip ons, she also has her hair tied up in a bun. I also added a white belt to spice it up a little, give it a stylish 90's look.
- Casual outfit:
On her off days, she wore a white button up shirt and a pair of bluish-lilac jeans with cuffs rolled to the ankles, her hair is also let down,��and wears the same slip ons from her School Teacher attire, you'll also notice that her right arm has been replaced by a mechanical prosthetic after her last fight with DIO, similar to Joseph's last fight with Kars.
- Pajamas (circa 1999):
This is what she wears to bed during the 1990's, her pajamas comprised of a grassy green tank top and gray sweats. It's not much but it's a change up from the purple-colored clothing she normally wears.
- Summer time:
This is what she would wear during the first few days of Summer, contains a pair of summer shorts and a baggy "Prince" T-shirt, the only downside is that she gets mistaken for a foreign tourist by the residence of Morioh before being recognized by her friends and coworkers. This is inspired by this outfit from Evangelion.
- "Great Days":
This is the outfit she wore during the 2nd half of Part 4 after Kira goes into hiding as "Kosaku Kawajiri". It's based on the schoolteacher outfit she wore except she wears her hair's down and forgoes her jacket, revealing that her black sweater is actually a sleeveless turtleneck with removable sleeves. She also wears a star neckless and bracelet to go with it, symbolizing her snapping out of her depression to find and defeat Kira alongside Jotaro Kujo.
~Stone Ocean 2011 - 12~
- Main outfit:
This is what she wore for the majority of "Stone Ocean", having grown a lot older and wiser since Part 4. She wears a stylized jacket with pumps and a turtleneck dress underneath instead of flats and trousers, she also wears a band on her arm with a SPW Foundation logo on it, showing that she is now affiliated with the group to bust her daughter Noriko out of prison, save Jotaro's life, and kick Pucci's ass. Her hair has also been cut short into a pixie cut, symbolizing her growth and wisdom.
~Non-Canon stories~
- "A Date with a Vampire"
It's an evening dress that DIO gifts her for her 19th birthday as a way to "express gratitude" for her services, Medea of course doesn't want it because she knows DIO's just finding any excuse to objectify her or flaunt her around like a purebred puppy. The outfit mostly consists of a plum purple dress with long sleeves, short bottoms, and exposed shoulders, light purple footwear, silver braceletes, a fake wedding ring, and a silver necklace with three garnets, she also wears heavy makeup(curtosy of Mariah and Midler). This attire is mostly for RPs and dribbles, not Jojo OC canon, but I'm drawing it anyways because she looks fantastic in it.
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Blank base here: BASE 272 - girl with no boots by Rainfall-Bases on DeviantArt
#artwork#jojo's bizarre adventure#jojo oc#oc#concept art#anime base#fashion#egyptian fashion#1980's fashion#1990's fashion#2010's fashion#wedding dress#evening wear#summer wear#update#final
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ALL THAT IS GOLD DOES NOT GLITTER,
NOT ALL THOSE WHO WANDER ARE LOST;
Name: Seth Elmasry
Nickname: tbd
Gender & Pronouns: Cis male & he/him
Age: 37
Occupation: Film & television producer
Origins: Alexandria, Egypt
Neighborhood: Avonlea Terrace
Relationship status: divorced
SUMMARY: Born in Egypt and raised in Southern California from the age of 3, Seth and his parents followed his grandparents to Los Angeles. His grandfather had been a big film and television producer in Egypt and expanded his production empire by making a name for himself in Hollywood. One day he was meant to be the future of Babel Productions and had been groomed from early childhood to eventually take over. His entire life he'd been close with some of the industry's elite, even when he went off to Columbia University to study literature. From there he studied film at NYU and a few years post graduation had met Michelle Yoon. Their relationship burned hot and bright with him bringing her out to California to meet his family and help jump start her career. 2-3 years later they were married and they each were finding their successes in the film industry. However, six years later and a bitter, petty divorce freshly signed he's finding in some ways he has to start all over again. Only this time much more guarded and against letting himself get used again. In Covington to shoot a film and a television show in Atlanta Seth is aware this is his ex-wife's hometown.
BIOGRAPHY
trigger warnings: none that i can think of!
The Egyptian born Seth Elmasry immigrated to Los Angeles, California with his parents when he was a mere three years of age. His father, a famed writer and producer, had followed his own parents out to the promise land of Hollywood where his father had started up a media company. Money and connections in the film industry, especially Los Angeles, made things happen. The patriarch of the Elmasry family had both of those in spades. By the time Seth's father brought his own family out to join his grandparents the production company was already a powerhouse, churning out movie and television hits.
Raised Muslim and with family still remaining in Egypt the Elmasrys visited often, giving Seth a strong sense of his culture so that it wasn't lost as he grew up in the glittering Hollywood Hills of America. Up until he was a teenager the main language spoken at home was Egyptian Arabic and to this day Seth not only remains fluent in the language but also continues to speak it with his family and has found it useful when it comes to his profession as well.
It went without saying that Seth grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth, but despite that, he managed to stay humble. A scholar and sports star in school he contributed to making the family name shine. He was a bragging point for his powerful parents and grandparents at industry events and thus began Seth's networking at a young, tender age. By the time he went off to university in New York, studying literature and film at Columbia then New York University, he was already touted as the future of Babel Productions.
Even before he graduated or earned any degrees Seth was writing, directing, and producing for the family company. For both television and film. With a natural head for business and a charm about him that let him easily schmooze he continued the drive for pushing Babel Productions to the top of the Hollywood food chain.
It was working on a production in New York when he'd meet a woman with a dream that had the drive to match it. That wasn't uncommon, for Seth to encounter talent wherever he went, but Michelle had made a mark on him. At first, they were only friends, then that dynamic changed quickly and their romance was quiet between the two of them but absolute rapid fire in growth. A year into knowing one another he invited the starlet out to LA to meet his family and make her dreams come true. Seth had the power, ability, and desire to make things happen for her and the man was foolishly in love, so why not?
Two years later they were married and Michelle was getting seen on screens. It wasn't just him or his family name that got her into the right castings and rubbing elbows with the right people in the pool of who knows who. His family, who had accepted her in despite her not being Muslim, also desired making those dreams of hers come true. One, it made Seth happy. Two, it made the family look good. And three, she had the talent. Unfortunately, talent meant little if there was no star power. Despite all he had done to make his wife's dreams come to fruition he began to feel her pull away. She seemed ungrateful for the auditions he'd snagged for her, and worse Seth had begun to feel a bit used.
Once Michelle had found success from the work he and his family had put into it, she began distancing herself from him. Being connected to a big name was great, but then it seemed more like it needed to be her own rather than theirs. Without knowing her actions, Seth would later find out from his grandfather that Michelle had been getting work on her own. Which, that in itself wouldn't have been a bad thing, it was the doing it behind his back that had hurt. Six years of marriage began to crumble and slip down the drain. All they did towards the end before he was served with divorce papers was fight whenever in proximity of each other.
With every intention of letting her go, Seth found himself in the same town when productions of a television series his company was producing were to begin in Atlanta. Even closer when a movie his company were producing were to begin filming in Covington.
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Maya Rulers Ashes Turned Into Pelota Balls
Some Maya rulers may have been incinerated and their ashes mixed with rubber to make the balls used in the game of pelota, an archaeologist says.
Burnt human remains uncovered at the ruins of a Maya city have led to a new theory about the death rites of the ancient civilisation.
Archaeologist Juan Yadeun Angulo came up with the hypothesis after finding urns containing human ashes, rubber and roots at a Maya temple in Mexico.
Pelota is among the oldest team sports.
Mr Yadeun, an archaeologist with Mexico's National Institute of Anthropology and History (INAH), has been studying a recently uncovered crypt underneath the Sun Temple at the Toniná archaeological site in southern Mexico.
Inside the underground crypt and its antechamber, archaeologists found 400 urns containing the mixture of human ashes, coal, rubber and plant roots.
Mr Yadeun believes the crypt was used to burn the bodies of the dead in a religious ritual.
The ashes were then added to other organic material to make the heavy balls used in pelota, the team game played in Mesoamerica thousands of years ago, the theory goes.
The Toniná archaeological site may not be as well-known as that of Mayan ruins in Palenque but it is an impressive complex built on a hill in the jungle of Chiapas.
Among the constructions preserved to this day is the sunken ballcourt where the Maya played pelota.
According to Mr Yadeun, stone carvings at key locations inside the ballcourt offer clues that back up his theory.
He says the stone carvings suggest that three rulers, all of whom died between 722AD and 776AD, were taken to the "cave of the dead" for their "transmutation".
"Just as Egyptians tried to preserve [bodies], we know here they were transformed in another way," Mr Yadeun told Reuters news agency.
The archaeologist thinks that the Maya wanted the bodies of their rules to "be converted into a life force, something to stimulate their people" and therefore worked their ashes into the rubber used to make balls for the game.
"We have evidence they were incorporated into balls, during the Classic Period the balls were gigantic," Mr Yadeun explained.
A carved stone disc found at a different site in Chiapas suggests the size of the pelota ball in the 6th Century and how players propelled it with their hips.
By Vanessa Buschschlüter.
#Maya Rulers Ashes Turned Into Pelota Balls#The Sun Temple#ancient grave#ancient tomb#archeology#archeolgst#ancient artifacts#history#history news#ancient history#ancient culture#ancient civilizations#Maya history#Maya empire
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