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colourful-void · 3 years

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Supporting Satoshi - an examination and comparison of JN36 and XY121

Part Two: Dragging your friends into sandstorms is also not a recommended way to treat depression but at least this one worked

So back to journeys, where Satoshi has just lost three battles in a row and a sandstorm is luring people in over in Hoenn.

Goh is immediately excited about the prospect of a pokemon hiding in the sand and goes to ask Satoshi about coming along. It's a fun note of Goh's character devlopment that his immediate wish is to go together. Goh at the start of the season would easily have abandoned Satoshi to go research on his own, but it doesn't even cross his mind for a second in this episode. Great work Goh!

Satoshi's not doing too hot. He's curled up in a corner talking to himself about how he's dropped a whole class. Goh tells him to cheer up, it was only a few battles, this does not work. Another similarity to the xy episode.

We can see more of the root of the problem here, that Satoshi fears he won't be able to live up to his dreams and that trying is fruitless. Now I know we're on the jp dub but I really wanna shout out the english, because in the english dub satoshi says "Battling (Dande)'s a dream I should get out of my head, I don't deserve it."

"I don't deserve it", like I don't think there's a clearer way to represent the issue here than this line. He doesn't "deserve" to battle Dande, he doesn't even deserve to dream about it.

Goh dismisses these ideas and drags Satoshi out to Hoenn to go find the pokemon in the sandstorm.

They get to the sandstorm, Goh's excited, Satoshi's still upset. Back to the tried and true method of "just don't be sad"! Which of course, does not work.

We can already see the similarites to Serena in Goh's actions. Both try their hardest with genuine intent to cheer up Satoshi using methods that work for them. (You can argue Serena was trying a bit harder here since Goh had alternate motives at play). However, what changes here is what they do afterwords.

The problem of dismissing someone's negitivity as not like them remains and I'm still salty about it, but at least in this senario Goh is affirming Satoshi's postivity and not getting upset with him while he's actively upset. It's marginally better but the problem remains.

But that's not why I love this episode. What matters to me is what comes next.

Despite the distraction, Satoshi's still caught up in his eariler problems. He hasn't actually resolved them, so he can't let them go yet.

The boys make their way through the sandstorm, Goh rescues some people from the sandtrap, its going alright. At least until we run into flygon. Or more specfically, until Goh asks Satoshi for his help battling Flygon.

This is Satoshi's expression when Goh asks him for help. Despite agreeing, he's clearly hesitant about this. He doesn't feel confident in his ability to battle the Flygon. He's so out of it he forgets the type match ups, and uses electric moves on a ground type, which of course are ineffective.

Satoshi continues to self loathe, berating himself for not thinking. His hat begins shading his eyes when this happens! He gets caught up in his mistakes and begins to feel as though everything is hopeless.

Now, Goh doesn't do any of the 'no don't say that, you have to believe in yourself' stuff here. Instead, he keeps battling. He instead redirects the focus back to the fight, which is sort of the more pressing issue. It's also a good way of dealing with the problem as well! Goh's actively strategizing, looking for the next step to take. By doing that he's telling ash, indirectly, not to give up yet because there are still concrete steps to take, and that things aren't hopeless!

Satoshi is still paying attention to the battle though, and picks up on Goh's strategy. Goh and Satoshi also share a glance with each other when Flygon disappears under the sand.

Messon gets beaten and recalled.

and Satoshi begins to spiral. He gets so caught up in his previous losses that he visibly flashes back to them. He panics over what's dangerous for the pokemon, and the footage flashing specifically shows Riolu's losses and it being in pain after being attacked.

Both Pikachu and Goh call out to Satoshi in concern after he falls over and doesn't get up. Satoshi's body langauge is imporant here but unfortunately image limit. He's not clentched up, his fingers are loose. even when he grits his teeth, the rest of his body language all together reads as though he's gone slack. Unfortunately, Goh's attention is pulled away by the Flygon attacking again, and the battle resumes with Rabbifoot.

Satoshi protests Goh's strategy, still afraid that battling in too close is dangerous. Goh turns to him for a moment, but has to keep his attention on Rabbifoot. This actually pulls him out of dazed body langauge, as he tense and clenches his fists when Goh starts to put himself in danger. He's concerned for Goh and Rabbifoot!

Satoshi wonders what Goh's thinking, and he's not even looking at the battle anymore. He's just staring at Goh intently.

Or at least, until Rabbifoot successfully executes the strategy, and uses the meteors as part of ember. It's a wonderfully animated sequence, and it works! Goh's proud and excited, all the pokemon jump around happily, and Satoshi just sits there dumbfounded, though visably relieved as well (eyebrows are no longer drawn together) before he begins to laugh.

But Goh's not done helping out Satoshi, and this is what sets this and the xy episode apart, this is where everything comes together.

Goh does what he does best, a big dramatic monolouge. He tells Satoshi that he learned all those tactics from Satoshi, it's the first thing he tells him before he even explains.

Goh tells Satoshi plainly that he does know how to do this, he's a good battler and he can succeed when he remembers to work with his pokemon in tandem and doesn't get caught up in things. And he tells him this right after he proves it to Satoshi's face.

Satoshi learns from examples, from doing, and Goh uses that as best he can. He gives Satoshi the example first, and then explains it later.

And the visual symbolism is incredible here because as Goh tells this to Satoshi the sky clears behind him.

I cry over this part everytime. What better way to show that Goh has helped free Satoshi from the mental fog, that his words have cleared the way for him.

And of course, Goh keeps a smile on his face the entire time.

He continues to talk about working together with his pokemon, something Satoshi was neglecting to do because of his fear of not being good enough and letting those pokemon down.

Satoshi reflects on this, adjusting his hat so it hides his eyes as he does. However, he's in control of this now, actively holding the hat in his hand, symbolizing that while he's still upset, he's in control of his emotions now!

Goh specifically kneels down to meet Satoshi at his level and speak to him directly, he puts them on equal ground.

He talks more about strategy, and then he says a line I adore.

"Battling sure is complex, isn't it, Satoshi?"

Goh doesn't like battling, we know this. We know his only interest in it is as a means to an end and because he cares about Satoshi. And he says this because he's showing Satoshi how much he's learned from him. To really drive home that he attributes everything he just accomplished to Satoshi. All that trust and skill and work! Not to mention the fact that this is a call back to what Goh said after Satoshi won the Flutes in episode seven! Incredible, truly!

And Satoshi laughs and flops over, to which Goh worries. But Satoshi is smiling again, truly smiling. He calls himself stupid, the self loathing hasn't gone away entirely, but he is smiling, and he's staring up into the sky happily. There is no shade over his eyes anymore!

He finally addresses his pokemon again, with words similar to what he said in xy, and of course his pokemon love him and lay down with him. It's really cute <3.

And thats where the episode ends! My goodness, do I adore this episode. It's beautiful and i think about it all the time.

It's about finding new and crazy strategies to win, and when talking things out or distracting him doesn't work, Goh tries a new strategy that does! If he can't use ember and win with one strategy he'll try another. can't cheer up Satoshi with one strategy? try another.

What sets them apart is that Goh keeps going and stays by Satoshi's side, where as Serena got caught up in her feelings and ran off. Goh visbly takes Satoshi's way of learning and expressing things into account, and Serena doesn't make it that far.

There's so much care and effort that Satoshi and Goh share and it means the world to me. I can't wait to see what other moments they'll share in future, and what other parallels will be drawn!

I hope you enjoyed my ramblings, Thank you so much for reading this all.

#pokemon #anipoke #pokeani #pokemon analysis #pokemon xy #pokemon xyz #trainer ash #trainer serena #trainer goh #analysis #long post #part two <3

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yeojaa · 4 years

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finders keep hers, ii.

read parts one and three! continued because i have zero self-control and i love/hate these idiots and like ... i just wanna give people what they want. ty to @hobi-gif for always beta reading and you (yes, you!) for normal reading. i lob you! xo

ps. picture these versions of jimin, tae, yoongi, and jungkook.

pairing. jjk x (named) f!reader. rating. still explicit, lolz. tags. smut! a lil bit of pining! jealousy! also, cameos from the other boys, dirty talk, fingering, unprotected sex (be safe luvs!), and a bunch of other semi-vanilla things. wc. 4.3k.

“Who’s that?” Jimin means the pretty blonde that’s attached to your best friend, snug against his hip like some kind of conjoined monster - a distant relative to the thing that’s rearing its own ugly green head from its slumber in your chest.

“I don’t know.” Lie.

Because Jungkook’s been talking your ear off about her for the past three weeks, regaling you with details you’d rather not know. Like how she does yoga at the crack of dawn and he picks her up from every class. She, apparently, looks incredible in spandex and loves her green smoothies. Or how she went to private school in Belgium and she’s got - in his words - the cutest accent. He’s mimicked it once or twice, demonstrating how her vowels don’t round like a local’s would.

You’ve heard too much about her and it’s driving you crazy.

The angel at your side - because that’s what Jimin is, with his feather grey hair and rounded Cupid’s bow - takes a sip of his drink, studying you curiously over the Baccarat rim. You can see the curiosity swimming in his eyes, painted across his features in broad strokes.

You return his stare without blinking, silently daring him to say something. He knows better - considering he’s been your shoulder to cry on more than one weak-kneed, booze-laden occasion.

“Do you want to go upstairs?” Meaning the rooftop, away from the crowd that dominates the 44th floor penthouse.

You shake your head - a little motion that wiggles your bangs free from behind your ears - and take a generous sip of the Veuve that bubbles about in your champagne flute. You’re not celebrating anything - this is just how Jungkook parties. With bottles and strangers and deep bass thrumming so loudly you can feel it chatter your teeth.

Another sip and your glass is empty. “No.” You seize another from the bar you’re both leaning against, wondering idly whether it’s your third or fourth or maybe even seventh glass. You’d lost count about thirty minutes ago when Jungkook had strolled in with her on his arm, clothes dishevelled and that stupid grin on his face.

Of course he’d been late to his own party and of course he was sporting a lipstick stain on the collar of his otherwise pristine white Oxford.

“You sure?” You know Jimin means well but you can’t stand the heat of his stare or how it feels like pity digging itself beneath your bones. You don’t need - nor want - his sympathy. Not now.

“Yes,” you snap more harshly than you mean to. A wounded animal lashing out, biting the hand that feeds it.

Luckily, Jimin knows you - has, for nearly the last decade - and he takes it in stride. Chin bounces, the smallest of smiles offered in penance for his pushiness. He doesn’t need to apologize and really, he shouldn’t, but he’s Park Jimin and he’s far too kind so he does it anyway.

“I’m going to hunt down some snacks. If you need me, just come find me.”

It feels infinitely worse when he presses a kiss to your temple and disappears into the throng of people, leaving you alone with the thoughts that buzz around in your head (or maybe that’s just from the liquor).

“Replaced, huh?” You’d recognize that voice anywhere. It rings in your ears when you’re trying to work, forcing its way into your skull when you’re twenty sheets deep in Excel fixing some junior’s mistake. You hear it more often than you like, both in the office and when you least expect it.

You barely turn to acknowledge the broodingly handsome brunet who has seemingly materialized out of thin air. You don’t need to turn to him to see how good he looks, all carefully tousled hair and that self-assured smile.

“What’re you talking about?” It’s easier to play dumb than to play directly into his hand. You’d learnt that ages ago. Kim Taehyung was a force to be reckoned with.

“Look.” A hand lands on your jaw, none-too-subtly guiding your stare in the direction you’d been so adamantly turned away from. Jungkook and his flavour of the week are locked in a fight to see who can eat each other’s face more thoroughly, tongues so far down the other’s throat that you feel your own gag reflex kick up. “Shouldn’t you be over there?”

Concern flares, streaking heat across your cheeks. How did he know? “What?”

There’s a twinkle in his eyes, mischief dancing in his irises as he studies you, fingers burning impossibly warmer over your skin. “You’re best friends, aren’t you? Why’re you standing here by yourself?”

You almost laugh, relief crashing over you with enough force to knock a breath from your lungs.

“Tae, leave her alone.” It’s your knight in shining armour - or finely woven Saint Laurent cashmere, in this case - a Manhattan in hand and a scowl on his face. You thank your lucky stars, not bothering to conceal the smirk you shoot at the reprimanded playboy.

“Yeah, Tae. Leave me alone.”

He doesn’t need to be told a third time, though he levels both you and your saviour with a narrowed stare. It stirs something uncomfortable in the pit of your stomach, like a snake uncoiling and preparing to strike. You think he might say something - you can see him playing through the scenarios in his head - but he thinks better of it at the last second, draining his beer and turning away without another word.

You watch Taehyung’s crown of inky hair disappear among the crowd. It’s only once his loudly patterned Burberry shirt is out of sight that you swivel your gaze to the man at your side. “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.” That distinct gummy smile fills his expression. It looks good on him - but then again, most things do. With his perfectly mused strands - currently a flattering shade of teddy bear brown and honey blonde - and observant feline features, Min Yoongi is handsome in a way that sneaks up on you, dressing himself in shadows and presenting it at the strangest times.

Like now, for instance, when you’re growing tired of watching your best friend act like a high school freshman.

“You okay, though?”

“Why - do I not look like it?”

You don’t miss the way his attention drags lazily over your features and then, almost pointedly, down the lissome column of your frame. How he pauses appreciatively where wine spills over cream, the mulberry silk of your wrap dress standing in stark contrast to the porcelain of your skin. It ties neatly at the smallest point of your waist - a gift begging to be torn apart.

Something crackles between you. You’re not sure where it is or where it starts but it fizzles, bright white and dangerous. A livewire you’re suddenly very eager to inspect.

“I’d say you look more than okay,” he returns dryly, in that low timbre of his.

You feign surprise, lashes fluttering like a schoolgirl. “Are you flirting with me, Yoongi?”

It’s a testament to his confidence - that lazy swagger that fits itself into the slope of his jaw, the soft shape of his mouth, the inescapable focus of his stare - when he advances a step. There’s already hardly any space between you but he eats it up like a starved predator, crowding you with ease.

“Do you want me to be?” The bitterness of whiskey fans across your face, creeping heat over your cheek and up the delicate shell of your ear. The scent of his cologne follows - distinctly masculine and reminiscent of the sea.

“Are you answering a question with a question?” You know it isn’t what he’s looking for but you offer it anyway, paired with a taunting smile and a coquettish turn of your head.

His jaw pulls almost imperceptibly; it’s only your close proximity that gives away the thrumming muscle. Something entices you to reach out - frustration or, more likely, the bottomless champagne - and you do, the pad of your thumb soothing over the tension. You don’t expect him to lean into your touch and you nearly retreat when he does.

The flat of his own hand rises, piano-honed fingers threading easily between yours. There’s a different kind of smile presenting itself now, reckless at the edges and dressed in an unspoken challenge. He presses it wordlessly into your palm, edge of enamel catching on the baby soft underside of your hand.

You feel the livewire now. It’s a flash of lightning, searing a billion volts through every limb.

It’s a surprise that you find your voice so easily, though it comes reedy and vaguely out of breath. “That’s a yes.” You’re mimicking the motion of his mouth, dragging your own lip through the cage of your teeth. He watches, unblinking.

Crystal rim replaces the warmth of your hand as he drains the amber liquid in a single motion, nearly slamming the glass down beside you. You’d turn to make sure it’s not in a million little pieces - but you’re far too distracted by the softness of his lips, how he tastes strongly herbaceous and smokey.

The first thought to your mind is that Min Yoongi kisses nothing like Jeon Jungkook.

The second, well - that’s stolen away, disappearing into a haze of desire when he sweeps the wet muscle of his tongue across your bottom lip. He does it once then repeats the motion with an addendum of enamel, turning his polite request into a gentle demand you’re all too willing to meet.

Broad, soft palms find the shape of you beneath your dress, one gliding easily over silk to rest comfortably across the swell of your hip while the other ascends in tandem, finding a home over the column of your throat. There’s no aggression in the way he moves and claims you. He trades force for grace, threading passion where his tongue swipes and his teeth mark.

It’s a slow burn rather than a raging inferno - scorched earth following a thunderstorm.

Yoongi’s touch is deliberate, each stroke of skin over skin meant to entice you. He does it well, with practiced ease - a sweep of his thumb over the hidden lace of your bra, the press of his fingers into the sensitive softness of your neck.

Even how he devours you whole is measured, calculated. He isn’t an overeager teenager looking for a quick fuck; he wants to indulge like a king at his last feast.

“You taste good,” he hums against your lips, bitten cherry red and glossy with his spit. “Look so pretty, too.”

Praise from Yoongi doesn’t come often so you bask in it, delirium and liquor painting your smile unabashed. It pulls low and slow, spilling like stars into the darkness of your eyes, the black of your pupils that devour the iris whole.

“You haven’t even tasted the sweetest part.”

It comes crashing out of your mouth like a freight train, dressed in champagne-fueled salaciousness and paired with fluttering lashes. A part of you wonders whether you’re being too forward but at this point, you can’t bring yourself to care. Between the alcohol and his touch, you’re drunk in more ways than one.

He doesn’t seem to mind, though. Not if his grin says anything, framed in danger and delight. It’s a heady mixture - an aphrodisiac in the form of a person’s smile. “Have to fix that then, don’t we?”

You’re ready to take him up on it - ready to do a lot of things, frankly - when a voice presents itself just beyond Yoongi’s shoulder.

“Fix what?”

Of course it’d be Jungkook.

You turn your attention to him first - you can feel Yoongi’s heavy-lidded stare trained on you when you pull away, when the warmth of your body retreats just enough that you can focus on something other than the overwhelming desire that sparks between the two of you.

Your best friend is standing not three feet away, arms folded over his chest in a way that reads like a surly nightclub bouncer or a begrudging boss. It’s nothing like the sunny radiance he normally wears - a byproduct of being rich and handsome and far too charming for his own good. You’re curious whether it’s the alcohol - you can see it still, swimming in his eyes and turning them hazy - or the fact that blondie isn’t at his side. Had she left him to fend for himself and now he was taking it out on you?

He repeats himself when neither you nor Yoongi answer, an edge to his voice you don’t expect.

“Nothing.” You, again, speak first. You don’t miss the way your answer sounds more like coddling, sweeping reassurance off your tongue.

Yoongi retreats a step, turning on his heel enough to position himself partially facing both you and Jungkook. At this angle, you study his profile, trying to find the ways emotion fits among his features. It’s a lost cause, though - he’s always had an incredible poker face.

“I was just saying her belt was a bit—” You catch the mischief that pulls the corner of his mouth high, revealing pink gums. “—loose.”

A sharp inhale follows immediately after. You don’t even realize it’s you until Jungkook is speaking, expression set and muscle pumping in his jaw. You’d think it was hot if it weren’t so goddamn uncomfortable. “Yeah?”

Sweet Yoongi is utterly unbothered, nonplussed as he adjusts the timepiece on his wrist. “Yeah.”

Watching the two interact is akin to sitting front-row at Wimbledon, your gaze bouncing between the two men like they’re whipping a fluorescent yellow ball between them. It’s so unbearable you have to remind yourself that they’ve been friends for years.

“I’m heading out,” Yoongi says, rather abruptly. He sounds almost bored, training his focus back on you for these last few moments. “Call me.”

You nod dumbly, watching his retreating back with an equally dumb look on your face.

“What the hell was that?” Jungkook’s taken up his hyung’s place, dangerously close and with a sour expression on his face. You almost want to make fun of him for it - how he looks like he’s just sucked on an underripe lemon. When he levels you with that look, though, you think better of it. Time and place and all that.

You don’t meet his eyes. “Was what?”

“That.”

The same edge presents itself again. It mixes with something you can’t place, colouring his words an alarming shade of red that has your brow furrowing and mouth following suit. You don’t appreciate the tone and you say as much, finally meeting his stare with defiance burning away the residual liquor in your system. “None of your business.”

Whatever he’d been expecting, this isn’t it. Brows shoot high, tongue rounding the interior of his cheek. You’d recognize that look anywhere. It’s the look that always gets him what he wants.

Which is why, once he’s abruptly kicked all of his guests out - to a chorus of boos and what the hells! - you’re on your back in the middle of his living room. Your dress - the poor, beautiful thing - lies in a heap somewhere in the kitchen, possibly caught across the back of one of his bar stools, and his clothes act like a trail of breadcrumbs leading from the front door. Shirt, pants, socks.

All he’s left in is black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. It complements your own La Perla bra well - all delicate lace and macrame.

“Say it again,” he demands from between your legs, knees hooked over his shoulders as he coaxes you to another orgasm. One shapely forearm rests across your hip, pressure heavy on your abdomen as you clench pathetically around his fingers. He’s tapping a near brutal rhythm against your g-spot, curling two fingers within you until you’re seeing stars and too fucked-out to remember what you’re supposed to be saying.

Jungkook has no sympathy, though.

He repeats himself with gravel in his throat, pad of his thumb ghosting over the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs. You tremble with each pass, seeking more friction; your back is arching with delirious need, hips rolling of their own accord. It’s almost inconsequential against the weight of him.

“Say it,” he barks - a petulant child demanding a toy.

“You’re better!” It’s more a broken shriek, a sob that wrenches forth and fits lamely with the words he so desires. It almost isn’t good enough but he thinks he’s dragged this on long enough. He hasn’t even had his fun yet and you’re already shaking with oversensitivity.

“Better than who?” The question comes in a warm breath that has you bucking toward the source - or trying to, at least. You’re so needy he can’t help but laugh - a far cry from your usual too-good-for-cuddling self - the sound muffled by the slick that coats your thighs and drips down your slit, making the sweetest mess.

“Than anyone.”

He tuts, withdraws his fingers from your obscenely wet walls, and studies the strands that connect them. Pink tongue glides over his index before he’s slotting both digits against his cheek, indulging in the taste of you. If he weren’t so focused on the conversation at hand, he’d be drinking directly from the source. “Not just anyone, baby.”

You look almost shy - or at least as shy as you can look with your throat and shoulders painted with bruises and bites, chest heaving.

“Than Yoongi.”

“Don’t you forget it, sweetheart,” he coos, so kindly you almost forget about the merciless edging he’s just done, bringing you to the precipice of bliss before ripping it away.

You seek him out - the kiss-swollen shape of his mouth, the unyielding contours of his back - like you need him, like your trembling touch might coerce him into giving you what you want. You kiss him as if you’re hoping to distract him, granting him a sexpot moan when you lose the hard fought war of tongue and teeth. He thinks you think he won’t notice when you begin rutting against him, desperately seeking relief against the hard curve of his cock.

The devilish side of him wants to call you out on it but it feels a little too good, your cunt soaking through the thin cotton of his briefs.

“Someone’s needy.” He bows above you, shoulders rounded to crowd you deeper into the couch cushions, and purrs the words directly into your ear, punctuating them with sharp, unrelenting glides of his teeth.

You snap with far less malice than you intend and far more desperation than you want. “Shut up.”

“Watch it.” This time, it’s punctuated by a sharp slap against your clit. You jolt beneath him, a long drawn out whine his reward. “Don’t you want me to let you come, baby?”

“Not if you’re going to be an asshole about it.” He’d probably believe you more if you weren’t breathless and still, perhaps subconsciously, grinding yourself up against him.

“I’m the asshole?” The way Jungkook says it makes you bristle. “You were the one making out with one of my friends.”

“I’m not your girlfriend!”

“So what? Doesn’t mean you’re allowed to do that.”

And that’s when it hits you like a ton of bricks. It crashes into your feeble rib cage, a fast ball meeting its mark with perfect precision. Your heart thumps pathetically before folding in on itself - a catcher’s mitt for his cruel words.

You don’t know what you’d expected. You know your relationship and all the things it isn’t.

(You still hadn’t asked where his latest playmate had disappeared off too - you’d been too busy with his head buried between your legs.)

So you try to ignore the tears that block your vision, how suddenly all you can taste is saltwater. The most you can do is squeeze your eyes shut, grinding your molars into a fine powder with the tension in your jaw. Now is not the time.

“Fuck you.”

He laughs, dismissive and amused. The Calvin Klein band now sits halfway down his thighs, his swollen head tapping experimentally on your equally swollen clit. He’s not even looking at you - far too interested in the way your essence coats his length.

“That’s what we’re doing, baby.”

Even when he speaks, he’s still staring down at the apex of your thighs, pressing the tip of his aching cock between your lips. You take him so well, your walls burning around the unrelenting, slow press of his hips. He’d fuck you every day if you’d let him. You’d actually tried it once, for a week, when your office had a round of layoffs and your stress was at an all-time high.

“God, you’re so fucking wet.” It’s praise he offers often, always far too pleased with the way you ruin your underwear. “Is this all for me?”

It’s hard to stay mad at him when he’s filling you up like this. Still, you try, holding hostage the sounds you know he likes to hear. You swallow them, biting down so hard on your bottom lip that it throbs.

He doesn’t like that very much - burying himself to the hilt in a single thrust to elicit some sort of response. “I asked you a question.”

You can’t deny him.

A moan bounces around in your mouth, forced out when he pulls out nearly all the way and snaps back in, balls smacking lewdly against your ass. He’s got your legs propped up over his shoulders, thighs spread wide as he watches your pussy stretch around his cock. You’re folded nearly in half and his palms span your hips - perfect for him to hold you in place and fuck into you at a relentless pace.

At this angle, his cock brushes the sensitive spot against your pelvic wall. It’d be too much on its own, but he knows this position well and grinds down against you every time he pistons in. The stimulation against your clit is otherworldly, bringing you right back to the edge like flipping a switch.

“What was that?”

“I-i-it’s all for you.” You’re stuttering either because he’s bouncing you on his dick so well or because you’re about to come. Maybe both. He likes that.

“That’s right.” He maintains a firm grip on your side with a single hand, the other reaching to palm roughly at your breast. You’re already straining against the delicate fabric of your bra - he hardly has to do anything but tweak and pinch your bud and you’re clawing at his own chest, manicured nails seeking to do the same to him.

You miss your mark once or twice - you’re having troubles keeping your attention focused on anything but the tension in your core - but when you do, you’re rewarded with a stutter of Jungkook’s hips.

“Do that again,” he pants, resuming his unrelenting pace.

You tweak his nipple sharply, soothing one then the other with a pass of your thumb. The sensation starts in his belly, an electroshock in his groin that has him growling, the sound reverberating out of his chest with great need. He shifts, reclining back on his muscular calves as he peers down at your blissed out face and pretty, messy cunt.

He’s desperate for release, your fluttering walls far too wet and warm around him. “You wanna come, sweetheart?” While he asks, he doesn’t need an answer - he’ll get you there anyway.

Subtly adjusting his position, he drags one of your legs to join the other, both now propped against his left shoulder. He keeps a commanding grip on your hip with that same hand; his right snakes between your legs, seeking out the pearl of pleasure that’s all of a sudden assaulted with far too much pressure (from his hand and your own clenching thighs and what feels like a million other things).

He can feel the tremors before they present themselves in your legs, the tightening in your pussy mimicking the way your hand fists over his heart. There’ll be angry red lines for days to come - a literal x marks the spot on his otherwise unblemished honey skin.

“Come on, baby,” he croons, encouraging as always as he thumbs your clit in gentle, repetitive motions and fucks into you so hard and deep you can hardly breathe.

Your face screws into an expression of euphoria, mouth rounding as the coil snaps and ecstasy surges through your veins. It’s like an explosion of colour - fireworks igniting you from the inside out - and you’re crying, the fourth orgasm of the night swallowing you whole. You’re squeezing him so tight it almost hurts.

It’s so utterly hot that he finds his own high effortlessly, your walls milking him for all he’s worth. He spills inside you - thank fucking god for IUDs - and fucks his cum deeper, riding out his release until he feels himself softening. He gently removes your legs from his shoulders, pressing a surprisingly chaste kiss to your ankle as he pulls out and settles beside you.

Even your little mewl of displeasure can’t deter him when he pushes two fingers past your swollen lips, gathering up the cum that’s spilling out and pushing it back in. At least he’s gentle, offering another kiss - this time to your hip bone.

“Stay the night?” He seldom asks. You always say no.

This time you don’t and he carries you to his bedroom, your face hidden against his neck. You’re left on his neatly made bed as he draws a bath - something he’s done a handful of times throughout the decade and a half friendship you’ve shared, knees pressed together and exhausted.

When he comes back and picks you up, you nearly miss what he says. It’s almost lost to the soothing scent of lavender and the sound of running water.

“Don’t do it again.”

You’re not sure what he means when he says that. You’re too afraid to ask so you say nothing. He doesn’t repeat himself either, instead leaving you on the edge of his tub with a fluffy white bathrobe and a kiss to your forehead.

Somehow, that’s even worse.

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Jin Guangyao’s Hoarding Problem, version 2, part 1

Okay I’m still not writing this PROPERLY.

Canon notes: This is mostly but not entirely CQL-canon. If I write it through to the end, it will probably turn out better than canon for JGY, but not what you’d call WELL.

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Jin Guangyao has a lot on his plate: scheming for the Jin Sect’s advancement and Jin Guangshan's elevation to Chief Cultivator; scheming for his personal advancement within the Jin Sect; trying to get Qin Cangye to let him marry his daughter; trying to juggle his sworn brothers; dealing with the tragic death of his half-brother; dealing with the weird thirteen-year-old half-brother that's been dropped on him in some sort of power play; managing the whole Yiling Laozu… thing. There's a lot. He didn't particularly want more. Really.

So Xue Yang — all right, technically Xue Yang is his fault, in that he went and found Xue Yang and brought him back, but his father wanted someone who could do demonic cultivation for them, and that basically meant Xue Yang. The demonic cultivation (n.b.: demonic cultivation may involve any or all of animated corpses, murderous ghosts, and visible resentful energy!) was Jin Guangshan's idea, so Xue Yang is his fault. The whole demonic cultivation… workshop in a subsidiary Jin property near Jinlintai is also Jin Guangshan's fault.

(…This "workshop" needs a name. Wiktionary tells me that "dizang" (地藏) can be a literary term for cellar or basement. The workshop is not completely underground, but it partially is; plus, the word is also the name of a bodhisattva and the irony appeals to me. Hopefully this is not a terrible mistake, but: let's call it the Dizang.)

The Ghost General being chained up in a cell rather than being destroyed was… mostly Jin Guangyao's idea, actually. Jin Guangshan wanted to destroy the thing that killed his precious son, but he accepted that having an example fierce corpse — an example conscious fierce corpse — could only help their research. He also salivates at the idea of being able to control him.

Jin Guangyao floated the idea of also keeping Wen Qing, who after all was an unmatched physician…? Jin Guangshan blew him off. Who cared about a stupid Wen bitch, probably the Yiling Laozu's whore… he hopes she screams when she's burned.

The heavily bruised woman in Wen Qing's clothing does scream. She doesn't say she's not Wen Qing, because at least this way she doesn't have to go back to Xue Yang. None of the Jin cultivators assisting at the execution notice a thing, because they are all stupid.

Jin Guangyao doesn't know Wen Qing, but he knows of her, from his time in Qishan, and Xue Yang has met her and contribute a little more information. Wen Qing isn't afraid to get her hands literally dirty, but metaphorically — she doesn't like it. But she would do anything to keep her brother safe. Wen Ruohan kept her on a leash for years. It's doable. He can just keep her shut away in the Dizang, and no one will know.

He wants her to cooperate, not try to escape, treat anyone he brings to her for treatment, and prepare medicinal compounds upon request. In exchange, she gets to live, she'll be decently treated, Wen Ning gets a break from being a research subject to come see her at least once a month, and Wen Ning will be used only as a research subject — they won't use him to kill anyone.

She agrees.

Wen Ning gets his attention, when he's being escorted away after the first visit, and says that if his sister is given any victims to patch up and send back for more, he will end the deal himself, by killing everyone involved if necessary. He's… probably bluffing? Jin Guangyao really wasn't expecting conditions from that corner but agrees, sort of — any such patients will be negotiated for separately.

Then he has to go, cause there's a pledge conference he has to get to.

Jin Guangyao's reasons for having Su Minshan use a teleporting talisman to take Jiang Yanli to Wen Qing may include, but are not limited to, the following:

He actually kind of likes her, as much as he likes anyone in Jinlintai. She's always respectful to him. Her kindness reminds him a little of Lan Xichen.

If her life is saved because Jin Guangyao's man took her to Jin Guangyao's personal physician, then Yunmeng Jiang will owe Lanling Jin and Jiang Wanyin will owe Jin Guangyao. Granted Jiang Wanyin wasn't a whole lot of help to the last people he owed a massive debt to, but Jin Guangyao is a lot more willing to aggressively hold it over his head than Wen Qing and Wen Ning were.

Having Wen Qing's first patient be someone she would like to save, who is not a prisoner, may help… start slow. Ease into things.

If Jiang Yanli dies, Jiang Wanyin is going to become intolerable, and Jin Guangshan will probably push dealing with him off on Jin Guangyao.

So that happens.

Su Minshan is not otherwise occupied with a second flute. Wei Wuxian is running on too much resentment and not enough sleep, his own grief and guilt and fury tangled up with all the feelings he's been around — from the Burial Mounds, from the history of Nightless City, from the live people right there. He was at least half out of his mind when he arrived and it only got worse from there, and things… happened, and the corpses weren't listening to him anymore. He did try to stop it, when Jiang Yanli asked him to. He couldn't, but not because of outside interference. He just couldn't. And he's vaguely aware that Jiang Yanli might not be dead, that someone was yelling about a doctor, but she looked pretty dead and it was his fault and everyone wants the goddamn Seal and they're killing each other over it and he ruins everything he touches and there's nothing left, nothing, and Jiang Cheng is telling him to go to hell—

He falls.

The bloodbath grinds to a halt, slower than it should have with one primary driver. A lot of people are dead; a lot of people are still alive; many of them are even ready for action.

In another universe, Jiang Sect might have elbowed its way into taking the lead in the hunt for the Yiling Laozu's body. Jiang Cheng would have found Chenqing (and maybe something more, that he discreetly buried and never spoke of). In this universe, either someone stole Jiang Yanli's body or else — and he doesn't even want to let himself hope but he can't not — she is alive and he doesn't know where she is. Neither of these scenarios is acceptable. Finding her body (don't hope for more, don't hope for more) is the highest priority. Jiang Sect mostly clears out.

Much of the available members of Jin Sect take off for the Burial Mounds for plunder and wiping out the remaining Wens! [Who did not turn themselves in with Wen Qing and Wen Ning, that was stupid.] It really wouldn't do to have anyone else get the loot and/or have everyone realize the Wens are noncombatants. (The Jin know perfectly well they're noncombatants.) They aren't alone — there are a number of tagalongs from sects great and small — but it's mainly Jins. This is roughly as it is in the usual universe.

Lan Sect is abruptly preoccupied with internal issues, which internal issues are also taking off for the Burial Mounds, also as in the usual universe.

Nie Sect gets left with more than its share of cleanup, most likely also as in the usual universe.

Jin Guangyao, who as we recall rose to a position of significant trust in Wen Ruohan's Nightless City, takes a shortcut down to the bottom of the cliff (which is not actually lava that is very unsafe). Just to look, before he follows to the Burial Mounds to make sure they don't miss anything important in the looting.

He isn't expecting to to find Wei Wuxian somehow still alive. Just barely.

The logical thing to do would be to finish him, or summon everyone and let the careless handling kill him in minutes. Everyone wants him dead, he's clearly dying, simple enough.

Except…

Wei Wuxian is insane, and has been at least since he walked away from power and privilege to go camp in a mass grave with a pathetic bunch of fugitives. Probably longer. But there's no denying he's brilliant. No one every cultivated with resentment without Yin Iron before him, at least not at such a scale. And it's not like he's dangerous in this condition. And would anyone really be surprised not to the find a body? Maybe he turned into evil smoke and floated away. So maybe…

He has to wait for Su Minshan to get back, because trying to move Wei Wuxian in any normal way would probably kill him straight out.

Wen Qing gets about an hour break between healing Jiang Yanli to the point where Su Minshan can safely take her back to the normal Jin healers and Jin Guangyao and Su Minshan teleporting in with 90% dead Wei Wuxian.

(If he's here, no one is protecting the Burial Mounds. It was all for nothing.)

She thinks it might be kinder to let him die. She seriously thinks about letting him die. But she can't bring herself to do it.

There's only so much she can do, of course, in the absence of a golden core. But she can keep him alive, for the moment.

When he's stable — for the moment — Jin Guangyao comments that she wasn't surprised by the lack of a golden core.

Wen Qing says of course she wasn't, she was his doctor in the Burial Mounds for a year.

Jin Guangyao says that he was surprised, because he'd read Wen Zhuliu's reports and he never said anything about destroying Wei Wuxian's core — just Jiang Wanyin's. (He's lying. He noticed the oddity of Jiang Wanyin's non-missing core almost immediately after the war, and while at first he suspected Wen Zhuliu must have lied for once in his life, Wei Wuxian's non-use of spiritual energy led him to suspect something close to the truth. He wasn't sure Wen Qing was involved until just now, but that's not a surprise either.)

He says he knows she did it. (He's not lying. Wen Qing schools her expressions well, she had to in order to survive Wen Ruohan's Qishan, but Jin Guangyao is on another level.)

Wen Qing says it doesn't matter, it doesn't work without a voluntary donor, so it's of extremely limited utility. (This is not technically a lie, as it has definitely never been done without a voluntary donor. And it might be true in general.)

He lets it go, for the moment.

Wei Wuxian is slow to wake, and not in a very good place once he does. It's a relief and a comfort to know that Jiang Yanli is alive, and Wen Qing is alive, and Wen Ning is no less alive than before.

But with Wei Wuxian out of the way the Jins are going to kill everyone in the Burial Mounds and all of them know it.

Practically speaking it doesn't make much difference — the sects were going to attack the Burial Mounds one way or another, and Wei Wuxian was in no condition to defend anything. But dying trying to defend them would have been better than dying for nothing and abandoning them.

Wen Qing mostly doesn't blame him, because it doesn't make much difference and she knew he wasn't going to be making many rational decisions. But she tells him the best thing he can do to try to make up for it is not abandon her and A-Ning now.

He lives.

That doesn't mean he's well enough to reconstruct the Stygian Tiger Seal, or interpret any of his notes, or even talk to you, Xue Yang, does Jin Guangyao know you're here?

Xue Yang is eminently unsuitable for delivering supplies to a sickroom, and Su Minshan has a sect he's supposed to be running and can't be lurking around Lanling all the time. So, Jin Guangyao conscripts Mo Xuanyu, weird thirteen-year-old, who is desperate for any scrap of attention and approval and becomes instantly devoted to him, and who no one is going to miss anywhere else.

(If Jin Guangyao had waited a little longer to pull Mo Xuanyu into his orbit, this wouldn't have been the case — Jiang Yanli would have taken him under her wing. But right now she's isolated, still both convalescing and mourning, and Madam Jin keeps Mo Xuanyu well away from her.) (Mo Xuanyu considers Madam Jin's treatment of him completely normal, incidentally.)

And for a little while we have a status quo.

#things i'm not writing #jgy's hoarding problem tellfic

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deoovat · 4 years

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More knuxadow headcanons please, those were great and made me smile so thank you, but more now because they deserve more spotlight. Never enough for those boys!

aww I’m so happy they made you smile! ♡ ♡

I agree they do deserve more spotlight. ALLOFIT But okok here’s some more >:}

-> Knuckles is very prone to very horrific night terrors which is why he actually doesn’t sleep all too much. They abuse his shattered and blurry memories of his past and blends them with his worst fears. So tired of waking up in a panic and terrified state he taught himself how to work and fight through his fatigue so much that his body is now used to working without much rest. It’s not healthy but the energy from the Master Emerald helps keep him alert and strong. It wasn’t until he slept with Shadow, them being nestled together that Knuckles truly got a good night of sleep without his dreams turning into something violent.

-> Knuckles can go for days even weeks without a blink of rest and usually, Shadow can tell. Shadow makes it his responsibility to make sure the first thing Knuckles does when he sees him after a long period of time is sleep.

->When Knuckles does finally sleep, it sometimes lasts for a day or two. Shadow doesn’t mind this too much. It actually makes him feel very good that Knuckles trusts him so much that he can nudge away those nightmares just by being there with him; and if he does have them, being there to talk it out with the echidna is all the more rewarding.

-> Knuckles gets a much more normal sleeping pattern once he starts dating Shadow and it improves his moods quite a bit actually.

-> Shadow is not one to do things based on pure curiosity alone, but being with Knuckles has changed that for him. Knuckles is someone he finds himself constantly curious about, even after they’ve settled down into their relationship for a while. It’s a curiosity that he thinks can never be rid of.

-> Knuckles really enjoys going to the markets on the surface and taking Shadow with him if he can. Not the normal kind where there’s currency exchange. Since he doesn’t have any physical money of his own he often bargains with his own supply of bizarre fruit and vegetables that only grow on his island in exchange for things like, seeds, crazy fruit he’s never seen before, bowls and etc. His island soil is great for growing plants and food so seeing what he can bring back to plant on the island is fun for him. Shadow finds it amusing to see Knuckles bargaining with other people sometimes heatedly when the echidna thinks he’s being duped.

-> If Shadow wants to take Knuckles on a date, all he has to do is take him to a marketplace. And if he wants to get the echidna a gift, all he has to do is go there himself.

-> Since he loves growing things Shadow gifted Knuckles with bamboo seeds once, which challenged Knuckles green thumb. It took a while for him to figure out how much attention these seeds needed to grow successfully but when he figured it out, he was ecstatic with his victory. Though... since everything on the island tends to grow at an exponential rate well... you can guess what had happened. On the bright side, due to it growing so fast and being so much of it, Knuckles was able to build a bamboo hut for himself and his boyfriend.

-> Shadow has a little corner in there where Knuckles stacks books he picks up from his ventures to the marketplace for his boyfriend... Shadow doesn’t have the heart to tell him that 60% of them are in languages he can’t read.

-> Knuckles hands are badly scarred from fighting with his fists all his life. He didn’t always have the gloves that he wears now. The echidna isn’t ashamed of his hands but when Shadow first saw them without the gloves, he couldn’t help but be a little nervous. Shadow, of course, has nothing but respect for the echidna and traced every scar littered across his hands, with somewhat of an impressed grin on his face. Knuckles was relieved.

-> After getting together and dating these two actually don’t argue much if at all. Shadow has his own reserved nature to him that compliments Knuckles reserved nature just as well. They know what buttons not to push, what buttons to push, and often agree with each other on a lot of different topics. Especially Sonic. They do have silly spats every now and again, however, more of a playful argument than an actual one.

-> When it comes to the M.E however and Knuckles' undying loyalty to it, that’s a whole different story. Those arguments are heated, with a capital H.

-> Once coming out to their friends that they are dating Shadow is absolutely shameless. Not as in he likes embarrassing Knuckles at every chance he gets but more on the lines of, he is not secretive about his affection for the echidna like at all. Shadow has popped up in the middle or end of a battle that doesn’t concern him, numerous times without a hello, how are you, none of that. Just grab Knuckles and then Chaos Control them right out, leaving the rest of Sonic team stupefied. Knuckles finds this stupid and hilariously annoying.

-> Knuckles now can sense when his brat of a boyfriend is coming. So now before the hedgehog even gets a word out his mouth after phasing into physicality, Knuckles will grab his arm and throw him before he can even think about it.

-> Shadow likes Knuckles teeth. He doesn’t know how someone with a diet of vegetables and fruit has such sharp teeth but he isn’t complaining. It’s one of the reasons why he finds Knuckles grins so dangerously attractive.

-> Knuckles will never say it out loud because he’d probably die of embarrassment, but he thinks Shadow is really fuckin handsome and it’s sometimes literally painful for Knuckles to look at him. Like seriously, why are his eyes so pretty. The fuck-

-> Knuckles loves the rainy seasons while Shadow prefers the hotter seasons. For... reasons. Totally not to gawk at his boyfriend underneath the hot sun.

-> Knuckles can handcraft weapons and instruments out of wood and clay and has crafted his own Drone Flute that he sometimes plays for the animals on his island or when his mind is too erratic to focus on meditation. Never for anyone else though... until Shadow came along. Shadow finds himself the most allured and taken aback by his boyfriend when he’s in these states of rest and stillness. The sound of the instrument along with his boyfriends' strangely calm presence in these moments can lull even him to a state of restfulness.

-> Their favorite activity to do together, besides sparring, is swimming and mountain climbing. Knuckles knows his island from front to back but it doesn’t take away the fun of ‘getting lost’ in it every now and again. Getting to do these things off the island though, makes Knuckles even more thrilled.

-> Knuckles can read ancient languages including his own along with Babloynian but he struggles reading the modern alphabet. While he has no problem speaking it, reading and writing is a whole different ball game. However, he is a fast learner and can recognize the words of things if they’re ones he’s seen before or has been explained to him. He hides these facts however because he doesn’t want to be dismissed as stupid. Shadow however catches on. He never tells Knuckles though. He feels it should be something the echidna tells him on his own terms. So instead, Shadow chooses just to be helpful in his own way. Reading things aloud when it’s handed to Knuckles and disguising it as him being nosy. Or having a food stall owner list off the Vegetarian options aloud instead of having Knuckles try to read it.

ok it’s getting too long, I had to scroll more than twice to read it all, so WEGON STOP HERE (۶* ‘ꆚ’)۶”

#knuxadow #my knuxadow headcanons #I HOPE YOU LIKE THEM #asks

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peak-dumbass · 4 years

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I don’t usually talk about my serious AUs cuz they’re mostly stupid , unoriginal, and are only based of songs that I like cuz I’m a music fan, but I decided to talk about this one cuz I like it

So y’all remember the flute things that can control the sneks?

So I’ve been thinking, what if there was a thing like that but for elemental masters?

Like if a elemental master died before passing on their element, they gotta have a plan B right?

So in this case if that ever happened the FSM made these things (maybe they’re weapons or flutes like sneks but different or maybe a different instrument for each element idk I haven’t thought that far yet) that when given to a person will grant them the power to use that specific element.

The reason Wu and Garmadon wanted to unite the EMs is so they can make sure that the EMs passed down their elements before they die so they will never have to use the plan B because if a person of evil got one of them they would be able to use that element against the them and they didn’t want that to happen and the best way to stop that is to make sure that the EMs passed down their elements.

Now flash forward to current Ninjago and a villain somehow finds out about them (maybe they somehow get the info from Wu, maybe they got revived Evil Garmadon to tell them, maybe they snuck into FSM’s scroll room, idk haven’t thought about that yet) then Wu has his usual “There’s something I haven’t told you” moment and tells the ninja about it.

The ninja ask what happens if a person gets the thing of an element but the EM of it is still alive and Wu doesn’t know, EM could loose their element, they could die, nothing could happen, he doesn’t know because it hasn’t happened before.

Hearing that the EM could die if the villain got the thing of that element they make the ninja of the element that the villain is gonna get stay on the bounty with Wu and Pixal cuz they don’t want them to get hurt (this is important info for later ;>)

So they chase after and try to stop the villain from getting the thing and when they see that the villain gets the thing but didn’t get the element they’re like “yeah we did it insert name here is ok!” But they stop when they hear the villain start laughing. They ask “what’s so funny? you lost.” And that just makes them laugh even louder and then they say “Don’t you know what happens when a person gets it while the EM is alive?” They shake their heads. “I never wanted this to control the element you fools, wanted it so I control the elemental master!”

They quickly try to get the thing from the villain but they already escaped so they quickly turn back to go to the bounty only to see that it’s wrecked, it’ll only take a few days maybe a week to fix but it’s still a lot of damage. When they enter it they see that Wu is hurt and Pixal is severely damaged and is currently shutdown waiting for Nya, Jay, or Cyrus Borg to help repair her, Wu says that the bounty would have been completely destroyed and that he would be dead if Pixal wasn’t there to protect him. They ask who did this even though they already knew it was their friend (extra angst points if it was Zane who did this)

Now here’s where I’m thinking of different endings.

Ending 1:

The villain continues to collect the things taking control of more and more of the team, until it leaves only Lloyd cuz the FSM didn’t make one for his power. He gets the help of Skylor, the other EMs, and Pixal (cuz they transferered her mind into the Samurai X mech until Cyrus can fix her body up). They all attack the controlled ninja at once distracting them so Lloyd can get the things away from the villain, once Lloyd gets the things away from the villain the ninja collapse out of energy exhaustion cuz the villain made them work nonstop so they’re really tired. Lloyd and the others proceed to kick the villain’s ass and yeet them into Kryptarium prison. Yay happy ending!

Ending 2:

The villain continues to collect the things taking control of more and more of the team and, since in season 5 once Lloyd lost his powers so did the 4 OG ninja, Lloyd is slowly getting corrupted himself. Once the final of the 4 OG ninja gets controlled, Lloyd has completely lost it and , Jazz Hands, PART ONI AND DRAGON TRANSFORMATION TIME!!! Complete with the horns of an Oni, the wings and tail of a dragon, and SCREAMING CUZ THIS HURTS LIKE A B-TCH FOR LLOYD :D Unlike the ninja, who attack normally while controlled, Lloyd attacks like a ruthless animal, complete with hissing, growling, scratching, rawring, and more! Pixal, Skylor, and the other EMs use the same plan as they did in Ending 1 and after that Lloyd still has his horns, wings, and tail cuz they look cool and he doesn’t know to get rid of them in the first place. Yay happy ending!

And...ending 3...this isn’t a very happy ending:

The villain continues to collect the things taking control of more and more of the team, until it leaves only Lloyd cuz the FSM didn’t make one for his power. The controlled ninja kidnap Lloyd in his sleep and bring him to the villain’s lair. Now that the villain has Ninjago’s greatest protecters in their grasp, they have no use for them, so they make the ninja brutally kill themselves right in front of a vengestone chained Lloyd. The villain releases their control of their minds only controlling their bodies so it’s even more scary for the ninja seeing their own hands stab themselves. By the end of it everything is silent except for Lloyd’s sobs. Lloyd is crying so loud and is caught up in his own sadness that he doesn’t notice that the villain put a gun to his head. Or Lloyd does notice and he doesn’t care anymore, he lost the only family he ever had, and all he could do is watch, helpless to save the only people that never left him throughout his life. The villain pulls the trigger, ending the era of the ninja.

I’m thinking that when the ninja are under the villain’s control, their pupils change to the shape of the villain’s pupils, so for example if the villain was a snake their pupils would be snake-like!

Also the irises of the ninjas eyes would reflect their element!

For Kai: his would be red with little flames in the corners.

For Jay: his would be sky blue with little zaps of lightning coming out of the corners and/or down words sorta looking like he’s crying electricity

For Cole: his would be orange/yellow/red like with him always crying lava.

For Zane: his is practically glowing white and/or blue (maybe each eye switches colors, that would be neat) with little cracks of ice in the corners

For Nya: hers would be deep blue with her always crying though she can blast the water out of her eyes like a Blastoise could from it’s canons

And for Lloyd: one is golden with a green pupil and the other is purple with a red pupil

So yeah this was a lot of fun to think and write about!

#ninjago #ninjago au #ninjago wu #ninjago garmadon #ninjago elemental masters #ninjago kai #ninjago jay #ninjago cole #ninjago zane #ninjago nya #ninjago lloyd #ninjago pixal #ninjago skylor

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musesofolive · 3 years

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For Nova:

🌟- For a secret wish or desire of theirs

🍎- For something they secretly wish did exist

For Riley:

👁‍🗨- Talk about someone/something you like, but pretend to dislike

☢️- For a controversy or scandal they have been able to keep mostly under wraps

For Isla:

💃- For a talent that they like to keep hidden from others

🐇- For a secret item they keep (stuffed animal, comfort object, etc)

For Sahar:

🏹- For a talent they wish they had

Hope this isn't too long!

(Mun says: not too long at all!)

Nova:

🌟- I uh, I wish I had been able to do something with my art. My family and everyone was always encouraging me to branch out with it but I was too shy to try anything with it, and then...you know, everything else happened. So, I never really got the chance to.

🍎- A time reversal spell. One that’s strong enough to take me back to when I was just friends with Dorian and I never let myself agree to leave with him- actually, no- before I ever even met him. I’d have picked a new place to live entirely and avoid that mess, maybe I’d have had a decent life then.

Riley:

👁‍🗨- for as truly annoying as all the children in the castle are...they’re not as bad as I sometimes paint them as. And I remember being as young and stupid as they are so... it’s good for them to get it out now before they have to make the bigger decisions in this world.

☢️- my, my, darling! If I didn’t know you to be so good-hearted, I’d say you were trying to trick me into conviction. I would normally decline answering these kinds of things but...since it’s you. We all know the late fair queen of Evenere and how she sat alone on that throne. Well, she didn’t always, she had been secretly courting a lovely peasant man who went by the name of Vyn and had quite a striking resemblance to me...who later left after he had stolen a great deal from the royal treasury. Most know only that he stole the gold, not knowing he broke the queen’s heart in the process. But we can always keep that between us, can’t we?

Isla:

💃- most know that I can grow flowers and other nature-y things. What they don’t know, is by tracing a rune onto, say, a tree that already exists, I can control that too! It makes for good fun to prank elves by making the trees move, or tripping them with a root that suddenly sprung to the surface.

🐇- I’m not sure how much it counts as an item, since you can’t really hold it, but my mother’s lullabies have always come to mind when I find myself stressed, helping me calm down. They’ve done that many, many times. I’m glad I have those memories.

Sahar:

🏹- hm, I never really thought about it... I think I’d like to learn how to play an instrument, maybe a flute or panpipe. I never had time to learn anything other than practical skills or fighting skills, so to learn something so frivolous...might be a nice change of pace.

#asks answered #theoneandonlymagiscientist #ask game #secrets #Isla talks #Riley talks #Nova talks #Sahar talks #mun says:#thank you for the ask!#it was interesting having to take a pause and think about some of these

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sleepymarmot · 4 years

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The Untamed liveblog, eps. 22-32.5

God, that’s so many!

The opening scene is Healing

Poor Yanli D: This is hard to watch

Ooh, Meng Yao as a spy makes more sense. I was thinking about Qing or Ning and wondering since when either of them counted as Xichen's "old friend".

"Yin Iron" "Stygian Tiger Amulet" THESE ARE LITERALLY THE SAME WORD "YIN" WHY DO YOU TRANSLATE IT IN ONE CASE AND NOT THE OTHER

It's painful to watch the fear and reverence Meng Yao still holds for his father figure. The flinching, the hiding, the immediate supplication -- when was the last time he felt safe and respected, before the bullying with the Nie and having to watch and even partake in atrocities with the Wen? I hope he can finally have some good things in his life now.

"These past few days when you were in a coma, Second Young Master Lan came here every morning and evening and played his guqin for you to relax your mind and spirit. If he hadn't done that, I'm afraid you wouldn't have woken up so soon." Awwwww!!!

Ohh so now that your illegitimate son is a hero you want to acknowledge him huh!!! Motherfucker

LOVE how Xichen immediately calls him "A-Yao" while standing right between his shitty fathers

This is not the context I expected for their first duet

LWJ just took his sword in a dignified and showy gesture and left the banquet, and now I can't stop thinking of an urban fantasy where people use magic with their phones and grab them from the table in the same dramatic manner when they need to leave

MOTHERFUCKER not only uses Yao to make himself look better but does this shit to the Jiangs too. Is he that malicious, or that stupid?

Wei Wuxian to the rescue!

Love how WWX enters dramatically, helps his siblings, and leaves

"...and he has an intimate relationship with Second Young Master Lan..." excuse me?

I gotta say, as someone living in a country of ill reputation which official symbol is a two-headed eagle, every close-up on the Wen two-headed eagle as a symbol of malice has me in stitches

wait, the old Lan master is still alive? where has he been all this time?

Cheng, if you can't control your anger, maybe you shouldn't be a teacher

When will it finally occur to WWX to consult with Wen Qing, the only person in the world who knows his secret

Wow, Cheng really disappointed me. I did not expect him to be this prejudiced. Does he secretly think the same way of WWX too? If you're of even slightly lower birth, you're forever a nobody? His mother indoctrinated him well... When WWX turned to him with a surprised expression, I really thought it was to call him out on this... Btw I'm really nervous of where Yao's storyline is going -- if it'll end in "he's scheming and ignoble, what else could be expected from a bastard" I'm going to flip a table

One of advantages of a flute over a sword is that you can twirl it in your hand in casual conversation

So they're really making Guangyao evil huh :/

Unbelievable that nobody had enough decency to free the prisoners

YANLI WENT OFF

This is outrageous! Yanli should have escalated in response. You're accusing me of incest? Well I have another brother, would you accuse him too? Should I go and officially inform my brother, the leader of the clan, that clan Jin has delivered a terrible insult to the entire clan Jiang? Etc. How can one just stand quietly and take that?!

God it sucks to be Yanli and have the most dramatic and scandalous moments of your romantic life happen in front of literally everyone

Hell yeah WWX and Qing can finally talk!

Uh, have we met Su She before? And what is Guangyao's mistake? That he invited a disobedient vassal of clan Lan as if he's a representative of an independent clan?

Wise things to do when you discover your "ally" is committing war crimes: explain in detail to people in power you trust, like your relatives or friends, and form a united front with them Less wise things: run away with little explanation, leaving a whole village of corpses behind

Why can't JC just say Qing and Ning saved his life?! Surely that would hold more weight than the vague "they helped us"

I just realized who immoral advisor!Guangyao reminds me of: Weyoun. Exactly the same facial expression!

omg WWX is so good with kids

current cause of heartache: Jiang Cheng suppressing his smile when WWX is parenting a little child

really gonna kill your brother or die trying because he wants to live independently in a wasteland with a handful of refugees, huh

I truly don't understand why JC is being so stupid and selfish about this. I thought his hatred would be the result of misunderstanding or lies, but he's just being like "oh woe is me, my brother is doing the right thing and that's improper"

GIRL DO YOU WANT TO MARRY THIS NERD OR NOT MAKE UP YOUR FUCKING MIND this storyline is becoming really unbearable

"I have a child", "You're pretty but always grumpy", and other heartfelt greetings for your crush whom you accidentally met on the street while being considered a war criminal

"IF THE ZOO BANS ME FOR HOLLERING AT THE ANIMALS I WILL FACE GOD AND WALK BACKWARDS INTO HELL" is pretty much the summary of WWX's actions in the last two episodes

tbh a bit disappointed that Wei Wuxian Literally Did Nothing Wrong and his reputation was just misunderstanding or propaganda. Well, the flashback isn't over yet, he has time to do something worth throwind himself off a cliff over!

It's episode 28 and I just noticed the ending titles have inbuilt Chinese subtitles for the song. No such courtesy from the translation!

had the perfect moment to kiss when they were alone in the cave but alas, censorship

wow he really replaced Cheng with Qing as the Sibling To Bicker With

not very nice of him to use Wen Ning as a personal zombie servant!

Hilarious how Yanli "generously" brought a bowl to Ning but he has to eat while still awkwardly standing outside. this is a show about the Highest Echelons of Nobility and nobody else is invited

it's very bittersweet how they pretend nothing happened and act like a normal family again

wait, so that fight was just pretend? what? for whose benefit??

Why is Qing so upset that WWX was visited by his siblings?

god, that decoration is ENTIRELY lotus-themed

so he's going to crash his sister's wedding, make a scene, and everything goes straight to hell and leads into the endgame. correct?

there's highkey Murder in Guangyao's eyes for all that LWJ wears his face like a mask, that's even more noticeable with JGY. You can really hear the kill bill sirens going off behind his eyes in pretty much any given scene he's been running on pure self-preservation as long as he can remember himself. he doesn't know any lasting way of interacting with the world other than kissing the ass of his current boss because he has never had the chance to learn one. I don't know if he even comprehends how the others despise him for it.

oh, Guangyao is making preparations for taking over everything huh? so he's gonna use the celebration to murder someone and frame WWX? very ironic that only yesterday I wrote that Yao "has done nothing wrong ever in his life". welp. he's done SOME things wrong since then!

oh alright so the murder and framing have already been happening. when JGY looked like he poisoned that dude it was because he did

torn between "wtf happened" and "that's what happens when you're a pet class but your pet attacks the wrong target". at least now I understand why everyone hated him! oh boy, I really don't want to watch what is about to happen

poor Yanli just can't have nice things

I was afraid Qing would confess love... That would have been very unnecessary, so thank god!

this is very much not the context I expected for the "Wen siblings in the Jin residence" image in the opening sequence

Why didn't WWX turn himself in? I thought that was what he came for?

Is "cremains" a real word in the English language?!

IT'S NOT EVEN A BIG WOUND JUST CALL HER A HEALER! WANGJI CAN HEAL AND HE'S RIGHT THERE!!! alright, THAT was a big wound. just seconds after I typed the sentence above...

"Well, maybe this time it will go differently" thought I, laughing at my futile hope, as the opening scene of the show was replaying. And then, to my surprise, it WAS slightly different!

Now it's time to rewatch some moments from the first two episodes with new understanding. And then call it a day, because finally the race to find out what happened is over, and there's a perfect spot to take a break at the end of the big arc.

#the untamed #blah blah blah #whew! glad i could deal with the bulk of the show during the national holidays #starting tomorrow i'll have to Do Things

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supercasey · 5 years

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So I watched Batman Ninja with my buddy Jason the other night...

Under a readmore because I'm screaming and y'all normal people don't need to see this shitshow.

So, like, to begin with; the animation is gorgeous- I will in no way try to deny that- and does a lot of cool things with the art style. You can tell a lot of work went into this movie, and while I personally find it so bad that it's funny, I'm not gonna shit on anyone who likes this film more seriously. (Also, I'm gonna shit on the outfits a lot, so sorry if that comes off as unintentionally racist. I am white and stupid.)

However, other than that... What the shit??? Was that??? I'm still reeling 48 hours later.

The basic plot of this wild ass movie (that I could figure out): Gorilla Grodd has built a time machine so he can go back in time and rule over Feudal Japan and change history (it never really specifies why he chose Japan of all places but go off, DC). He brings Deathstroke (my fav obviously), The Penguin, Two-Face, Poison Ivy, and The Joker + Harley Quinn (because if you want your plans to work you should absolutely bring in the disaster piece of shit that is The Joker).

Also Catwoman is here but from what I can tell it was accidental on her part/I think she's the one who fucked up the time machine??? Unclear.

So everyone goes to the past, including Batman, Alfred, and all the Robins (Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, and Damian Wayne as Robin) (none of the girls but let's be honest, I think they dodged a fucking bullet).

Batman ends up behind everyone else during the time traveling??? Not really explained, but now everyone has been in Japan for two years and Catwoman has depression.

Okay onto me rambling:

They have this scene where every villain gets a title card/one-liner, and everyone else but Deathstroke gets a line that fits their shtick. I feel like they had no idea what to do for a pun/joke, so there's just a literal pause then "... Yeah :)" from Deathstroke. I straight up scream-laughed so fucking hard.

All the Robins look so fucking stupid except for Tim. Nightwing looks like Goku, Red Hood has the tallest bucket on his head I've ever seen, and Damian's hair... good fucking lord.

Also, Damian is completely out of character. The people making this movie, I think, have never read a comic with Damian, and just made him into "annoyingly happy child character that is annoying as all fuck and talks to animals for no reason except Baby" and let me tell you, I got such whiplash from seeing that. Also Damian and Red Hood are apparently voiced by the same guy and my buddy Jason is freaking out about it lmao.

Joker's fucking UGLY next question.

Harley sounds low-key annoying in this film but that might just be me... feels like a lot of people who try to voice her make their voices as high-pitched as possible and it's very grating after awhile.

There's an amnesia plot??? Where Harley and Joker get amnesia after a boat fire??? Red Hood beats the fuck out of them and while I feel bad for Harley, fuck Joker, he can die. They get their memories back by seeing a plant... that looks like Joker's face... as my boy Deathstroke would say: "... Yeah."

There's a clan of Batman ninjas from the past and, tbh, they look pretty fucking cool and I thought they were a really neat concept. Doesn't excuse the bat ghost thing.

OH GOD THE ENDING FIGHT

Through a series of unfortunate events, Gorilla Grodd and all the other villains start fighting each other in giant mechas in order to decide who will rule Japan because of course they do.

My favorite parts from the villain fights:

Two-Face's robot is the shit of nightmares. At one point Deathstroke and Grodd are going at it, Two-Face gets between them, then FLIPS A COIN FOR WHO HE'LL BEAT ON (very in-character I guess but I was still screeching). Btw, he chooses to attack Grodd, and Slade just stands back like "... Yeah :)"

Can you tell that I'm not over that stupid line yet?

PENGUIN HAS SEMI-SENTIENT PENGUINS WORKING ON THE INSIDE OF HIS ROBOT WTF!?!? WHERE DID HE GET THEM!?

Poison Ivy is beautiful, next question.

Okay, back to everything in general:

Grodd reveals that he has been low-key mind controlling all of the other villains this entire time, and that he's the one who made everyone build giant robots. He attempts to take full control of everyone, but Joker does instead. This is maybe the most sane part of this entire goddamn movie.

ALL OF THE ROBOTS MORE OR LESS FORM VOLTRON, LADS!!!

So now our heroes (Batman, the Batsquad, and the Batclan) need to take on this giant robot... so what's a boy to do? Well, if you're Damian Wayne in this movie, you get a magic flute from Grodd after he nearly dies for you, and with the help of your baby monkey friend, summon an army of millions of monkeys that form a giant monkey.

This is a Batman movie. Just thought I'd remind y'all of that.

At first it doesn't work, but don't worry! Another monkey (wearing a pink bow to remind us that she's a girl and the other monkey's love interest) comes and helps Damian play the flute better so the monkeys are better.

Monkeys still aren't enough, so with the power of bats and probably a lot of weed being smoked, the bats that came out of literally nowhere form a giant Batman to punch Voltron.

(Side note: they destroy the arm that Deathstroke was controlling so I don't know why he isn't dead. Never explained. He isn't even really hurt!!!)

The Robins enter Voltron to fight the villains because Joker loses control of everyone: Nightwing vs Penguin, Red Hood vs Deathstroke, and I forget the other match-ups, but nothing matters except that Red Hood walking up to Deathstroke and saying "Tell you what... I'll let you take the first shot" was badass and the best part of the movie.

Too bad we didn't get full fights scenes between everyone 🙃

Batman nearly died??? But lived??? I was so lost at this point and probably should've been paying better attention, but I was too busy trying to convince myself this wasn't a fever dream.

They got back to the present and everyone lived happily ever after, the end :)

Notes: I'm sure I missed some shit but Jesus fucking Christmas, it was a wild ride from start to finish. It was, like, not that great storytelling wise, but it was so bad it was funny??? It was the "The Room" of Animated Batman films.

Batman is a fucking HIMBO in this movie. I dunno how to exactly explain it, but he makes so many stupid ass decisions throughout the movie, it's so funny. When he's trying to blend in with the townsfolk HE LITERALLY CUTS HIS HAIR TO HAVE THE BATSYMBOL ON THE TOP OF HIS FUCKING HEAD!!! WHO APPROVED THIS MOVIE!?!?

I have decided that Deathstroke didn't die because trans rights. Is he canon trans? Well, he is in my heart.

Jason Todd's voice actor did a great job with him, tbh I wish he had been more prominent in the movie.

I literally forgot Tim and Dick were there most of the time they were so unneeded in the plot.

I hated Damian but whatever.

I honestly did enjoy the movie, but probably not for the reasons the creators wanted me to. Again, nothing against the creators, but this was such an odd movie for 90% of it's run time.

7/10 would watch again, if only because it was so funny and nonsensical.

Ratings all together:

Animation: 10/10

Voice Acting: 7/10

Story (If taken seriously): 2/10

Story (if not serious): 8/10

All together; watch this if you're a Batman fan that feels like having a hilarious time and doesn't mind seeing your favorite characters be OOC or doing weird shit. I feel like this movie is best enjoyed on call/while hanging out with friends.

#dcu #dc #batman #bruce wayne #jason todd #damian wayne #tim drake #timothy drake #deathstroke #poison ivy #the penguin #the joker #joker #harley quinn #for jason #supercasey ramblings #thinking of doing a series of me reviewing/talking about batman movies and shows #but I dunno yet

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metriorhynchus · 5 years

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In-Character interview

Thank you so much for the tag @cyrraluu!! Everyone already done this but… I wanna tag @arkamos-aurelius :з I mean, who knows… :D I think this one for Irene. I need to get to know her, too. c;

Meet one of the mysterious persons in the Alliance! Someone says she was once an сipher agent. But that’s in the past, right? So…

1. What is your name?

You know, spies don’t have names. But you can call me Irene. At least that’s what everyone else calls me.

2. Do you know why are you named that?

Because I was born in Kaas City, I guess. Our names is quite difficult for locals. I think my mother just chose practicality over traditions. Besides, the fewer people who know I’m Chiss, the better. But that’s past. It doesn’t matter now, of course.

3. Are you single or taken?

Single, of course. I prefer not to change my “spy-lifestyle”.

4. Have any abilities or powers?

Yes, I’m not force sensitive, but trust me, my intelligence training has made me a silent killing machine. That’s all you need to know.

5. Stop being a Mary Sue.

Um… sorry? I’m not exactly sure what you’re talking about…

6. What’s your eye color?

*quietly laughs* I already told you I’m Chiss. Bright red.

7. How about your hair color?

Absolutely black. My mother told me it made me look like father.

8. Have any family members?

No. I had to cut off contact with my family after entering the Military Academy. It’s too late to think about it now.

9. Oh? How about pets?

*laughs* I wanted a rancor when I was a kid. You know, you gave me a good idea… do you know how much a rancor costs on the Black Market?.. Just asking.

10. That’s cool, I guess. Now tell me something you don’t like?

*sighs heavily* It’s probably very ironic and hypocritical, but I hate it when someone lies to my face. People usually do it so damn clumsily. And it’s even more annoying.

11. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do?

*smiles* Sure. You wouldn’t believe it, but I’m a pretty good flute player.

12. Have you ever hurt anyone in any way before?

That’s what I’ve been taught most of my life, you know…

13. Ever…killed anyone before?

…and I was a very good student. If you know what I mean.

14. What kind of animal are you?

Given my past as a double agent… I think that’s Vornskr. But I don’t really want to compare myself to animals. Not anymore.

15. Name your worst habits?

I think it’s my distrust. It prevents me from communicating with people even now.

16. Do you look up to anyone at all?

No, just myself.

17. Are you gay, straight, or bisexual?

*a long pause* I… don’t know. I’ve never been in love with anyone. So I don’t think about it at all. Maybe I’m just asexual. Who knows.

18. Do you go to school?

Yes, I finished my intelligence training at the Imperial Military Academy.

19. Ever want to marry and have kids?

Of course not. It would be too risky for me and my hypothetical family. I like my current life. I don’t want to change it.

20. Do you have any fangirls/fanboys?

If a spy has fans, she’s a bad spy. I prefer to be good at it.

21. What are you most afraid of?

Oh, just two things. Brainwash and mind control. The memories of that nightmare still wakes me up at night.

22. What do you usually wear?

Simple clothes. Short jacket, gloves, light boots, that sort of thing. But I still miss my uniform.

23. What’s one food that tempts you?

A vegetable stew. With bantha meat. Damn, I forgot to have lunch again…

24. Am I annoying to you?

Not at all. I’m… sorry for my cold tone. It’s one of my bad habits too…

25. Well, it’s still not over!

Glad to hear. *smiles*

26. What class are you(Low, middle, high)?

Middle, I suppose. That’s… kind of a strange question.

27. How many friends do you have?

I think one or two… Kaliyo and my HK-51. I know this is weird. But he’s a good guy.

28. What are your thoughts on pie?

Damn, you know I’m hungry, right? And that I don’t trust you enough to take your food? It’s cruel! *laughs*

29. Favorite drink?

Caf mixed with сorellian whiskey.

30. What’s your favorite place?

Being connected to places… it’s not really my style. But to be honest, I really liked the Hoth Deserts.

31. Are you interested in anyone?

No. Just… no. We’ve talked about this before.

32. That was a stupid question…

It’s good that you realize that.

33. Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean?

In the snow.

34. What’s your type?

Please stop asking me things like that… Really, this is getting creepy.

35. Any fetishes?

OH, STARS, PLEASE!..

36. Camping or outdoors?

It doesn’t matter. I’m ready for anything.

#thanks for the ask!#oc: irene mattias #the tagallan legacy #swtor #oc meme

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tythis-dielturas · 5 years

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Traits - The Hunter

Full name: Tythis Diel’Turas

Pronunciation: Tie - th- is Dee-El-TER-AAS

Nicknames: Ty

Zodiac. Leo

Languages. Common | Darnassian | Thalassian | Some Orcish |

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS.

Height: 6′8

Age: Adult by his peoples standards.

Hair Color: Moon-touched silver

Eye Color: Blue-Silver

Skin Tone: Lilac purple

Body Type: Lean muscles - a runners or swimmers body. Clearly meant to travel long distances, and pull back heavy bow strings.

Dominant hand: Left handed

Posture: Impeccable upright

Scars: Circular scar around his neck - what looks to have been a thick metal collar that dug into his skin. | Similar scars around his wrists and ankles | A bite mark on his left pectoral | A claw scratch down the front of his stomach on his right side - down to the hip | Another bite mark on his forearm | A claw swipe on his left thigh |

Tattoos: None

Most noticeable features: His nearly floor length white hair - which is usually always tied up into braids or tails to keep it from dragging on the floor.

CHILDHOOD.

Place of birth: Zin’Azshari - before the Sundering

Hometown: Astraanar

Birth weight/height: 9 pounds, 21 inches long

Manner of birth: Natural

First words: “Mi-da” which is almost ‘Mother’ in Darnassian. Tythis grew up very closely to his mother, as his father died in the Sundering.

Siblings: Lyrial Lunarsong ( @daughter-of-ashenvale ) though not related by birth, they grew up together and are closer than blood.

Parents: Idraen Diel’Turas (father) | Dynlara Diel’Turas (nee Summerstar)

Parental involvement: Tythis never knew his father, as he died when Tythis was extremely young. However his mother was a doting, and loving woman, who did everything she could for her beloved son. She taught him how to draw a bow, how to hunt in the forest, raise a nightsaber, praise spirits, and pray to Elune. She was a loving woman, who always pushed him to do his best. Her loss was a devastation.

ADULT LIFE.

Occupation: Tythis makes all of his money selling leathers, and furs to the towns he visits on his travels. Before the War of Thorns, he had always hunted around Ashenvale, and Darkshore. Now he hunts where he can, and when he can. He makes a small bit of coin rehabilitating and adopting out animals he has rescued along his travels.

Current Residence: Riley’s apartment above the Hide n Seek - or Garrett’s home in Boralus

Close friends: Riley Flynn ( @blue-eyedraven ) | Claire Donnovan ( @flying-fox-of-westfall ) | Jasper Quinn ( @jasper-quinn ) | Garrett Lionsroar ( @garrett-lionsroar )

Relationship Status: Involved with @blue-eyedraven and @garrett-lionsroar

Financial Status: Modest by all standards.

Vices: Alcohol | Cigarettes | Thistle |

SEX & ROMANCE.

Sexual Orientation: Bi-Sexual

Romantic Orientation: Bi-Romantic

Preferred Emotional Role: submissive | dominant | switch | unsure

Preferred Sexual Role: submissive | dominant | switch | sex repulsed

Libido: On the high side, usually.

Love Language: Tender, and true. Though not afraid to show affection in public, it often isn’t much more than a tender hand hold or a chaste kiss. Public displays are not his forte, and prefers privacy for such intimate moments. Often finds himself running his fingers along the forearms of his partners, or merely standing close to them. Closeness is essential.

Relationship Tendencies. Quick to fall into infatuation, slow to fall into love. For most of Tythis’ life, he was alone in the forests of Ashenvale. Due to his naturally reclusive personality, he often goes without much contact with other people for long periods of time. As such, any kind of intimate relationship he finds himself in, often burn hot and fizzle out fast. However, once a love as proven to be true, he is a steadfast and loyal love.

MISCELLANEOUS.

Mental illnesses: PTSD | Depression | Anxiety | Disassociation episodes |

Physical Illnesses: A strange sickness that seems to radiate from the bite wound on his chest. Black inky veins spider web from the bite, and when given certain stimuli, Tythis seems to disassociate or hallucinate things that aren’t there.

Left or right brained: Right

Fears: Darkness | Chains | Cages |

Self Confidence Level: Moderate

Vulnerabilities: Rakir & Ishte | Those he loves and adores | His bleeding heart | His trusting nature

Tagged by: @dae-shadowvale

Tagging: @madame-miersae @daughter-of-ashenvale @myrstarsong @vcloudbreaker @nesuna-nightwinter

#Tythis Diel'Turas #RP stuff #Meet him he cute

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procrastinatingbardwrites · 5 years

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From the Journal of Cadence Harper, Part II

((part one))

Left Gillamoor. Bandrick went home to learn how to control his powers (fair), and Zed went with him.

I think, odd as it is, that I'll actually sort of miss them.

Therrim, Zahala, and I are going to make for one of the bigger cities – maybe Waterdeep, Westgate, or Neverwinter. (Haven't been back to Neverwinter in years, so it could be fun.)

Zahala is trying to find her former teacher (note to self: learn what that fellow did to make her this angry; avoid doing that thing AT ALL COSTS). Since I'm still looking for the band, maybe we can help each other out.

And maybe I can get Therrim to smile a bit. I enjoy a challenge.

Later...

NEVER. STOPPING. FOR VILLAGE FESTIVAL. AGAIN.

How many evil fucking trees are out here in the world?!

See? This is why I prefer cities. Nature is absolutely demented.

Got to this village called Pottsfield, which was in a bit of a tiff because their cider hadn’t arrived for their harvest festival, so we agreed to pop down to the cider-maker’s house and see what was the matter because apparently it’s impossible for us to not stop and help.

(That’s unfair. It would have been an unkindness to not try.)

Anyway, we were almost robbed before we ever even got to the cider-maker’s place, but we met a ranger who helped us, so that was fine.

Half-elf named Almorn – nice chap, bit excitable. Got the feeling he doesn't meet many new people.

Well, people who aren't bandits or whatever.

He'd be a lot more intimidating if I hadn't seen him get so excited about new trail rations (raisins? Really?), and if I hadn't ever witnessed Zahala's carnage firsthand.

(Did you know you could put a quarterstaff clear through a goblin's face? I didn't know that before I met Zahala.)

Still, he's been nothing but helpful, and he did very much save us from being turned into pincushions.

It’s not his fault I’d been having such a strange week, after all.

(But of course he’s so sweet that he can talk to animals. Of bloody course he is. Stupid ranger with his stupid cute face.)

And no, diary, YOU’RE the one who got all flustered when he bowed and said all those lovely things to me. Don’t look at me like that.

...right, anyway, good thing nobody’s ever going to read this...

Think I'll ask him to join us, if he's up for it (also, cannot wait to see the look on Therrim's face when I tell him).

Side note: have never seen a village get so excited about cider.

Note to self: was rude to Almorn when we first met him, so make amends. Manners matter, Harper.

Odd dreams lately; can't pin down the damn tune that's been stuck in my head since we left Gillamoor...

Have arrived in Eastfall Cairns. Finally, civilization!

Also – Holy shit, this crummy old robe we found on that poor dead cider-maker is a Robe of Useful Things! I'll give it to Zahala – it's too big for Therrim, wouldn't suit Almorn, and it's really not my style at all. Besides, she might like it, and anything to get on her good side...

Almorn's bought a dulcimer. Bless. He's not exactly the greatest musician, but... Oh, hell, I'll work with him. We'll make a player of him yet.

...No word yet on the band. Bit disheartening, that. But I've also put the word out about Zahala's wayward mentor. Hopefully at least one of us finds what we're looking for...

Ugh, Therrim's been a bit off lately. More irritable than usual, which... is saying something. Maybe a night out will perk him up.

Later...

WHAT. THE. FUCK.

Okay. Okay. Okay. First of all, fuck Therrim's imp.

That fucking thing put us through some absolute fucking nonsense, all to force us to set it free from the book it was imprisoned inside. I swear to the gods above, below, and in between: I am going to fucking end that thing one day.

It stole Dad’s flute from me, and we had to go into some weird Dreamscape place to get it back. I don’t know what I’d have done if it had been lost.

...should probably extend a peace offering to Therrim, though. I was pretty awful to him, and really – it was not technically his fault.

But anyway: WHAT THE FUCK

So we got out of whatever arcane dreamworld we'd been trapped in, right. Got a bit of rest, which we sorely needed.

And then?

And THEN!

We're out for a bit of fresh air and this courier bloke pops up out of fucking nowhere and gives me a letter from a rich fellow in Westgate, along with more fucking money than I've ever seen in real life.

But that's not all!

Oh, no!

No, he also said that he needed an answer right fucking then!

So I said I'd go, because even though it was clearly a trap I couldn’t see a good way out of it, but what the fuck.

Oh, there's more. Course there fucking is.

So I'm standing there looking at this letter, this summons, and then Almorn pulls out a pendant that he’s been wearing that's fucking identical to the seal on the letter!

What. The fuck.

Look, so while we were... I don’t know, in the Dreamscape, or wherever we were... he told us that he's a bastard. As in, the illegitimate son of an important man, kind of a bastard. And that's fine; I don't care about that, only rich assholes really care about that sort of thing.

I mean, it clearly bothers him, but...well, I think that’s because he’d been raised to have it bother him.

But he looked like he'd been kicked by a horse when he saw the letter and all, and if that's not Dear Old Dad writing to me then I'll eat my violin.

What have I agreed to?

Ugh. Maybe... maybe I'll just... hear the man out. And if it seems dodgy, then we'll just leave.

If nothing else maybe Zahala and I will make some headway in our respective searches.

Gods, I need a drink.

#seekers #writing #fiction #cadence journal entry #dnd fic

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cogentranting · 5 years

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Some Aquaman thoughts

Long story short, I liked about a third of it unironically and really enjoyed making fun of the absolute absurdity of the rest of it.

Things I thought were genuinely good:

Arthur himself. I wasn’t sold on the character when I saw him in Justice League. He just seemed like they were trying too hard to make him cool. But in this movie, he’s likable, he’s cool, he’s surprisingly humble. He’s my new favorite of the DCEU heroes.

Arthur’s strikingly healthy relationships with his family members. Arthur has good relationships with his dad and Volko. And now I want scenes of Arthur getting mad at the rest of the Justice League for not calling their parents.

They leaned into the bizarre, high fantasy world instead of trying to ground it.

The action was pretty good

Things I enjoyed laughing at:

Like six different conversations end with a wall exploding

Surprise dinosaurs + Atlantean suit decked out with dinosaur bones and a crab claw because FASHION.

TENTACLE CRAB DRAGON

giant octopus playing the drums just like in The Little Mermaid

Black Manta’s suit and sudden disappearance from the story

Virtually the only romantic relationship building moment with Mera and Arthur is eating roses together.

The sound quality in the underwater scenes made it sound like they kept saying “King Antman’s trident” (it was King Atlan)

Atlanta just eats a goldfish and that’s it. Mr. Curry is in love. His perfect woman.

A central concept that is super important to this movie is that Aquaman is out of his element fighting in water. Let me repeat: Aquaman. Is weaker. In water. (it makes sense in context but also its lame).

Volko’s outfits. Mera’s fancy jellyfish dress.

The Aquaman suit.

Mera’s magical flute playing

“Ocean Master” *dun dun dun* (literally the music went dun dun dun like he was Doctor Drakken)

Letting a massive battle go on and people die so you can sneak away to change into a dress for your dramatic reveal

Woops. There goes that town in Italy.

The random Atlantean soldier sticking his head in a toilet.

Just watching the weirdest scenes happen and thinking to myself “Batman exists in this world. Batman exists in a world with a vortex that leads to the Hidden Sea in the Earth’s core.”

And so much more

Things that I disliked:

The Mera/Arthur romance. Mera is fine as a character, but she treats Arthur like he’s an idiot for literally the entire movie. And most instances of him being “stupid” are either A. He doesn’t understand Atlantean technology/customs because he’s never been to Atlantis before or B. he doesn’t understand her plan because she did not tell him her plan. And then she rolls her eyes, calls him an idiot and tells him his home sucks. I liked each of them fine as individuals, but I did NOT want them to be together.

The powers are so unclear if you’ve never read comics. It’s really really important to the plot to understand that Arthur is the only who can talk to/control animals. I was not clear that he was the only one who could do this until 80% of the way through the movie. I also have no idea why Mera seems to be the only one who can control water (also I’m pretty sure Aquaman did it in JL but not in this movie so there’s that.) How strong is Arthur? Is he bullet proof? Does being out of water limit him? Can he heal super fast or was Mera’s flute playing magical? I literally have no clue the extent of his powers other than can swim really fast, super strong and can breathe underwater.

This movie really should have been made before Justice League, it would have been better for both.

The sound quality underwater. I like the thought of making things sound different, but it made them hard to understand (another reason subtitling movies should be the default).

I guessed the twist super early on because they practically advertised in neon letters “this thing we’re saying happened didn’t really happen”

The timeline is super confusing-- Atlanta was living normally in Atlantis for somewhere around a decade before they decided to kill her because it took them that long to figure out she had another kid? When did Arthur learn he was Atlantean? When did he meet Volko? How much did he know about Atlantis during Justice League? When did he start superheroing? what is his daily life like? Does he have any friends other than his dad?

If you have an impenetrable trench leading to the Earth’s core, filled with savage devolved sea monster things, why wouldn’t you hide the Motherbox there?

Orm’s hair.

#aquaman #aquaman criticism

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laguera25 · 6 years

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Sneak Peek of Walking to Jerusalem, Chapter 4

For a moment, it's all a blank. No past, no present, just a vast, white nothingness in which he can find nothing of himself. He gropes for something, anything with which to ground himself--his name, his age, a quicksilver flash of childhood memory, but all that comes to him is the unfamiliar softness beneath him and the sudden realization that he is naked. He stretches beneath cool cotton sheets and a swaddling heaviness around his legs.

Dredd, he thinks. My name is Dredd.

The rest follows in its train. The remembered heft of a helmet. The thrum of a Lawmaster between his thighs, a lascivious throb against the leather of his pants. The weight of his Lawgiver on his hip. The seething pulse of the city, and the sour tang of grit on his tongue.

Except I'm not in the city anymore. Haven't been for a while. He snatches at the memory, tugs it from the void with eager fingers and turns it in his hand. Cracked hardpan and parched earth and wood gone brittle with age. Sweat stinging his eyes and prickling his scalp and the blood of the lawless dried to a brown stipple on his visor and mingled with the dust of an oncoming dust storm. His tongue dry and swollen behind cracked, blackening lips and a thirst so deep it pooled in the pit of his belly, Asmodeus' handmaiden crouched in the darkness and beckoning him to sin.

I was on the Long Walk, the Law in the lawless land. The scuff and scrape of his boots over the lifeless, dun earth. The gradual tightening of his skin as it had dried for want of water and the sibilant whispers in his ears that urged him to stop, to rest, to lie down just for a little while. The tantalizing, shimmering glimpses of water that never was, that turned to dust on his lapping tongue as he knelt on the baking earth with his ass in the air and the sun broiling his back inside his leather jacket. The stupid, distant yearning for his Lawmaster and its tireless solidity. That last night, airless and stifling and full of ghosts as he lurched across the indifferent expanse. The dim, muddy wetness of too-thick piss on his thighs and the animal grunts torn from his throat as his body had slipped beyond his control and his mind had stretched toward oblivion with pathetic relief, fingers clawing and crabbing in the thin sand and his hips jerking in a copulatory buck that had been perversely pleasurable in the dim, feral recesses of his fading brain.

He swallows and is surprised to find spittle in his mouth and no sandpaper scour in his throat. Sweeter memories now. The cool caress of water against his parched flesh and the glorious, erotic sluice of it over his peeling lips and fissured, distended tongue. A soft, reassuring voice in his ear, so unlike the stentorian, bloodless voices of the Church Fathers and the vulgar, growling, coarse mutterings of the perps he pursues every day. A flicker of blonde hair and the murmur of endearments he can't quite recall.

Anderson, he thinks, but that isn't right. Anderson had never called him anything but "Judge" or "sir", and besides, she had turned from him on the morning he'd taken the first steps of his Long Walk. She's still in the city, walking its squalid streets with the law on her lips and the incontrovertible authority of the Lawgiver on her hips.

A persistent, muted thump draws him from his jumbled thoughts, and he opens his eyes. Thump thump, and he realizes it's coming from the door. He rolls onto his side, alarmed at how much effort such a simple movement takes, and scans his surroundings for potential weapons. A pitcher on the nightstand offers itself, but it's only good for one blow, and if it doesn't stop the hostile, he won't get a second chance. The heavier brass chamberpot has more potential, but it's also farther away, and given his present state of weakness, he can't trust himself to launch an effective defense. He's as vulnerable as an infant, and unless his Lawgiver miraculously drops from the heavens, he can only hope for the mercy of a quick death.

Another thump, and the door rattles in its frame. An impatient shuffle and a shrill, disgruntled caw, and the door rattles again.

It's too low to be a person. A dog, maybe. More shuffling and another odd, fluting caw.

No dog sounds like that, notes the cold, analytical voice of the Judge.

That's a big damn cat, he notes wryly, and resigns himself to what truths may come.

Another dogged thump, and the door surrenders to the assault and swings open to reveal neither a dog nor a monstrous cat, but a tiny little girl, who toddles into the room with a crow of triumph and holds aloft a miniature gladius, Lady Justice come victorious.

Not a gladius, he amends as his eyes adjust to the gloaming shadows of twilight. Half a banana.

The small interloper lumbers forward on chubby bare feet and comes to a stop in the middle of the room, where she sways and grins and surveys him with eyes like summer honey.

I've seen those eyes before, only they were looking down at me. He eyes her in wary silence, but she only crows at him and lowers her banana and wraps both hands around it in order to take a wobbly bite.

"Vat!" she declares after a contemplative chew, and holds it out, an opponent offering up his blade. When he doesn't react, she draws nearer in an insistent wobble and nearly faceplants into the side of the bed. She shoots out a banana-smeared hand to steady herself and renews her offer. "Nan!" she says imperiously, and jabs the banana at his mouth.

He's so hungry that it's almost tempting despite the drool and the gnaw marks. "No," he says absurdly. Then, more absurdly still, "Thank you."

#fic excerpt #Dredd #priest

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