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i feel like jason constantly wearing a helmet has ruined his ability to control his facial expressions since he makes whatever faces he wants while in costume. but when he's out of it?
bruce says something audacious and jason will make the hardest stink face ever. tim tries to get smart with him? he's pulling a top-notch incredulous expression. someone creepy flirts with him and jason is immediately making the nastiest look of disgust that instantly makes everyone who was about to lay a move on him back up ten feet.
or sometimes it'll be harmless! batman tells red hood he did a good job after patrol and suddenly jason is looking up at him with sparkling wide eyes, lips parted, and the slightest tilt in his head like he can't believe his kinda-not-anymore dad just praised him. it's an adorable and, frankly, heartbreaking expression that makes bruce mentally clutch his chest.
#jason genuinely doesn't know he does this#he's over here thinking he's the master of controlling his facial expressions#meanwhile dick almost cried because he asked jason to hang out and jason looked at him like he's never heard anything nastier#the sad side of this is that every time bruce hurts jason's feelings- he can't control the way his face immediately betrays his true feeling#one of the bats say something off handed and kinda mean? jason is biting his lip and tearing up#jason todd#red hood#batman#jason peter todd#second robin#robin jason todd#bruce wayne#dc#dc comics#red hood comics#(( writing 💌 ))
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Dick Grayson's talent for manipulation literally brings the world to its knees.
Part 1 post
My absolute favorite trait about Dick aside from his craziness is his ability to control every single person in existence. The best part is, he's so clever in the way that he does it that people almost never notice.
Bart Allen
"Oh! Ahh..you're trying to get my DNA sample. You need my spit! Ha! That's such a Dick Grayson thing to do."
Bart knows!! Dick's brilliantly sly okay. Honey catches more flies that vinegar? He takes it so far that breaks he the ceiling with it because by the time he's done, people don't even know they've been manipulated. And if they do, then what can they do about it? He always wins.
With friends and family he does it to make them feel better without being so overt and discomforting them.
Justice League: Road to Dark Crisis
Jon came to him when he was feeling lost and upset and Dick set up the perfect conditions to encourage him and pick him up. He's just so good at doing what he's doing but he does it for all the right reasons.
But the extent Dick can go trick and manipulate someone is off the charts. A virtuoso.
In a Titans comic, Dick literally spent MONTHS acting depressed and weak after Donna, Wally, and Garth were kidnapped to another dimension by a villain just so he could trick the villain into thinking that his career was over and bring him into the same dimension so Dick could take him down.
He fooled everyone.
Teen Titans: The Silver Age TBP 2 Part #1
"Batman taught me how to be a totally convincing actor! So if the only way you could send me here with your ring was if I filled my brain with evil thoughts, I just faked it! My facial expression was pure evil-but my mind remained pure good."
MONTHS.
He planned, pretended, and calculated every single fiber of his own mind and body until the whole world was fooled by his acting. He tricked an interdimensional being who had psychic access. That means he was so extraordinarily manipulative, he can control his own thoughts inside his head to trick someone else. Voldemort's legilimens has nothing on Dick's talent.
Like Bart, sometimes his allies are aware of this like with Selina-
Gotham City Sirens Issue #23
Selina's literally having a mental breakdown trying not to fall for Dick's manipulation and tricks.
But even if they know he's manipulating them, they still are forced to fall for it anyway.
Gotham City Sirens Issue #23
"Damn it."
Like a goldilocks mad scientist - he does it just right.
His acting is just so on point that he outschemes the schemer.
When the Crime Syndicate (Superwoman, Ultraman, Owlman, Power ring, etc) arrive on Earth to take it over when Dick is Batman, Dick needs to do something fast. But to make things worse, there's a being that's so powerful, that both the Crime Syndicate and Justice League combined have a snowball's chance in hell of defeating him.
So what does Dick do? He runs the game.
Justice League of America (2006) Issue #52
Justice League of America (2006) Issue #52
"Of course he had a plan the whole time. He's Batman. He always has a plan."
Justice League of America (2006) Issue #52
He tricks everyone.
Justice League of America (2006) Issue #52
And in the end, the Justice League wins and Dick saves the world.
Justice League of America (2006) Issue #52
I love how they characterized Owlman as a snake because that would make Dick a mongoose since mongoose eats snakes. And do you know what Mongoose represent in folklore? Action, adventure, boldness, fearlessness, impulsiveness, independence, optimism, rebellion, resistance, resourcefulness, speed, adaptation, agility, quickness, intelligence and wit. All characteristics that define him.
He plays the world like a chessboard, always five steps ahead.
He always has an ace hidden up his sleeve.
His thoughts are always masked behind a disarming smile.
He has mastered the art of manipulation.
And that's while he's outright fighting. His subtlety is just so seductive.
Take a look at the way he smoothly evades answering in this panel -
Grayson Issue #9
He's so smooth. She's constantly on the watch but she instantly fell head over heels for his charms in a half a heartbeat, that's just how good he is.
Grayson Issue #10
He's a master manipulator who knows exactly what to say and how to act to always end up winning.
It's seriously such a shame that one of his greatest skills and talents isn't talked about more because this man?! Flawless.
He's the spy everyone on TV wishes they could be. He's the type of spy people read about in history books and marvel at the ease, grace, and legendary story he leaves behind. He's the spy that everyone knows and dreams of in their fantasies.
Nightwing (2016)
And oh how they so are.
He can just get people to do whatever he wants.
There's a reason why Batman's only contingency plan against Nightwing is "Let's hope he fucks up." Because with his intelligence, skill, power, charisma, and raw talent - he's goddamn unstoppable.
#manipulative dick grayson#dick's honest to god terrifying for what he can do#so thankful he's on the good side because the world doesn't stand a chance with him on the bad#dick grayson#nightwing#bart allen#dc impulse#jon kent#super boy#selina kyle#catwoman#dc titans#owlman#robin dick grayson#crime syndicate#justice league#spyral#batman dick grayson
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Okay what is this I keep hearing about Harvery Dent and Bruce Wayne being caught kissing???? Storytime?
Okay so this is probably a much longer winded story than I’m sure you expected but here’s my whole explanation of Harvey/Two-Face in the Battinson universe:
I always like to imagine that there is a distinct difference between Harvey and Two-Face. In this world, Harvey is regarded as an accomplished man suffering from DID who is forced to live in Arkham to keep his second personality, Two-Face, behind bars. Meanwhile, Two-Face is a notorious crime boss and master manipulator. They share the same body, yes, and it almost impossible to tell them apart sometimes, yes, but Bruce is the only person that can reliably tell who is in control.
You see, over the years, Two-Face has become an expert at pretending to be Harvey, so much so that the guards at Arkham just refer to them as Dent now. There have been several incidents where doctors believed Harvey was somehow cured of his DID and they gave him more privileges due to “good behavior,” only for Two-Face to bash a prison guard’s skull in while trying to escape.
But the one person he can’t fool is Bruce, the man who knows Harvey so intimately that he can examine his facial features down to the micro expression.
They thought they would get married one day, Bruce and Harvey. It was sickeningly sweet. They were so madly in love. Then the accident worsened Harvey’s condition. Bruce will never forgive Two-Face for taking his true love away from him.
Bruce visits Arkham once a week to see Harvey. Only the guards know about their past relationship because the two can’t stop giving one another heart eyes while they play chess and tell each other about their day. They’ll talk for hours, and it’s no secret that a pretty, Bambi-eyed, lovestruck Brucie Wayne will pay off any guard to see his “friend” for another fifteen minutes or so.
But sometimes, Bruce walks into the room, sees Dent’s face, and immediately storms out. Because it’s Two-Face. Posing as his former lover, wearing his lips and cheeks and nose, but the eyes are just wrong, all wrong, and he’s giving Bruce a smile that isn’t even close to Harvey’s gorgeous smile. And it’s sick. The guards can’t tell, the other patients prisoners can’t tell, no one else can tell but oh, Bruce can fucking tell.
On other days, Bruce will be talking with Harvey one second, only to stop mid-sentence, scowl at him, and say, “Give him back. I’m not talking to you.”
Two-Face breaks into a grin. “I can never pull one over on you, can I, sweetheart?”
“Shut the fuck up. Where is he?”
“He says he loves you, and you look very nice.”
Bruce has been held back by the guards several times for this very reason. He blames himself that they can’t hold hands during visits anymore. Instead, they talk through that stupid fucking glass, but at least they get a private room. The guards now know that even if pretty Brucie Wayne looks sweet and delicate when talking to Harvey, he can also throw a decent punch.
On good weeks, it’ll be nothing but soft words and smiles.
“I finally bought those chocolates you recommended,” Bruce says.
Harvey smiles. “Did you like them?”
“I did. Thank you.”
On bad weeks, Bruce will leave with hot tears streaming down his face, and the guards will treat Two-Face just a little harsher than necessary as they escort him back to his cell.
Sometimes, it’s a mix of both. Even rarer are the days when Harvey comes back right before Bruce leaves to say goodbye to his angel. Those moments are the most tender because they all know Harvey has trouble taking control back. But he did it for Bruce, just to make him smile again before they parted ways.
One day, however, a guard thinks he can flirt with Bruce. He makes a move when no one’s looking and receives an answer in the form of a black eye. Only a day later, he gets maimed by Dent and lands in the hospital. Bruce learns about it during his next visit.
“Your boyfriend’s other half tried to kill that guard last week,” another guard tells him.
“The one that grabbed my ass?”
“Two-Face put him in a coma.”
Bruce chuckles and picks at a loose thread from his dress shirt. “What you makes you so sure it was Two-Face?”
No guard tries making a move on Arkham’s favorite visitor again. And the star-crossed lovers keep seeing one another and confessing their undying love. Even after they accept their fate. Even when Bruce tells Harvey about Selina and how he’s slowly falling in love with her too. But something is holding him back.
“I don’t want to let you go,” Bruce whispers.
“I don’t either,” Harvey says, tracing his love’s hand through the bulletproof glass, “but I want you to be happy.”
“But I’m happy with you.” Bruce was always a crybaby, but he hates crying in here the most.
“You can be happy with me in here. But I can’t bear to be the reason you’re not happy out there.”
After a bit more convincing, Bruce finally agrees. Before beginning a new relationship, he tells Selina about him and Harvey, tells her that it’s non-negotiable, and she accepts it.
The next time Dent breaks out of Arkham, Selina gets a visitor. “Break his heart, and I’ll drown you in the pier,” he says.
Selina smiles as her hoard of cats purr against the stranger. Maybe they can tell just like Bruce can. Or maybe this is Two-Face doing Harvey a favor. Either way, she doesn’t particularly care.
Selina gives him a once-over and nods. “Likewise.”
Anyway, yes, that is my BruHarvey lore. Hope you enjoyed :)
@bruciemilf this is right up your alley, bestie
#Bruce may be dating like four people but he is in a committed relationship with his hunky prison boyfriend#yes every person he dates needed Harvey’s approval#yes they all got the shovel talk#Bruce Wayne is Arkham’s babygirl#fucking fight me#babygirl bruce wayne#battinson#bruce wayne#batman#the batman 2022#the batman#batman 2022#battinson needs a hug#soft bruce wayne#harvey dent#two face#bruharvey#dc universe#dc#gotham#selina kyle#catwoman#batcat
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losing control {part 3}
azriel x reader
summary: you and azriel have been best friends for decades. giving romance a chance takes some time to figure out.
category: angst, slow-burn, friends-to-lovers (kinda)
word count: 1.8k
warnings: nudity
notes: yayy here’s part three! FINALLY i’m so sorry for the wait life got super busy,,, but grab your popcorn and get comfy cause this got angsty and dramatic real quick. let me know what you think ;) hope y’all enjoy!
{part 1} | {part 2} | {part 4} | {part 5}
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Later that night, naked limbs tangled together and shadows settled around you both, you felt calm, sated, and full again. Your chest was pressed up against Azriel’s, your body laying half on top of his, and your head tucked into the crook of his neck. One of his arms was wrapped around you, his hand resting in the intersection of your lower back, hip, and ass. His other hand was playing with the hand that was resting on his chest. Playing with the ring on your thumb and every few minutes he would give you a kiss, alternating between hand, forehead, and lips.
Once your breaths evened out, falling into rhythm with one another, you heard a sigh come out of him. Azriel was fighting an internal battle on whether to bring up his remaining concerns from earlier. It seemed like the Gwyn situation had been worked through, and he felt reassured of your feelings for him, but he still felt like you had been holding back. You had clearly been upset about something other than Gwyn, he didn’t need his spymaster abilities to figure that out. He knew you. Could read the look in your eyes, your facial expressions, your body language. He was sure of it but he did not want to break the, what felt like, fragile peace that had settled around you.
You lifted your head and stared at him. Noticing that he was thinking about something, on the verge of speaking. You waited and when nothing came from him you asked, “What's wrong?”
A few more seconds of silence before he pulled your head back down to lay on him, tangling his hand in your hair. He sighed again before saying in a soft, low voice, “I still feel like you’re holding something back... what happened with Gwyn was this morning... and I think you've been avoiding me since yesterday.. Cassian said you skipped training too, which you never do… I know you said we are okay… but you weren't okay earlier.”
The vulnerability in his voice made your resolve crumble within seconds. You always felt like you could tell Azriel everything, why would this be any different? You took a deep breath in to prepare yourself. You were ready to tell him what you wanted out of your relationship. If he didn’t want the same… well… you just didn’t know what you would do.
To avoid any form of eye contact, you scooted further into his neck and tightened your hold on him. “I guess… I guess I haven’t been okay.” His body tensed up and his grip on your waist tightened, remaining silent to give you the time needed to prepare your words.
You were finding it hard to continue voicing your feelings. You knew Azriel would feel hurt, and maybe a little scared, but you needed to be honest. You just hoped he didn’t shut you out.
“I think I need more.” Azriel pulled away to look down at your face with furrowed brows.
“What do you mean you need more?” He asked, his voice already losing its softness reserved for you and being replaced with the hardness associated with the shadowsinger.
His tone made you feel slightly panicked. You were struggling with expressing yourself and already you felt that it was coming out wrong.
“That came out wrong,” you quickly replied, skepticism filling his eyes. “I mean I just need more from us.”
At that, he sat up putting distance between the two of you. You felt exposed as his shadows left your naked body and went over to their master. Buzzing around him and starting to hide him from you, his stony face the only part of him you could see clearly.
“Y/N,” he said “What. does. that. mean?”
Azriel felt sick once again. He felt fear running through his body, an icy feeling spreading. What did you mean by that? Earlier you had reassured him that everything was okay and now you wanted, no, needed more. Were you bored? Was he not enough anymore? How could you even say that after the night you just had. He knew he didn’t deserve you, and had battled a long time with that thought, but he had convinced himself he could be enough for you. He felt like a dagger had pierced his heart, a rushing noise filling his ears. Internally, he prayed to the gods that you weren’t about to end the two of you, but worked to hide every emotion on his face, falling back to his impenetrable spymaster seriousness.
He could read the panic in your eyes. Eyes wide, mouth tightly shut as you tried breathing deeply through your nose, cheeks tinted, hair disheveled. Gods, every muscle in his body itched, begged him to move closer to you, to wrap you up in his arms and caress you until you calmed down again. But he couldn’t, he wouldn’t.
“I don’t want to be a secret anymore Az '' you finally said gaze drifting down to your hands. “It’s hard just standing there when others are flirting with you, it’s hard feeling like I’m hiding such a big part of my life from our friends, our family, it's hard to pretend we aren’t together when all I want is for everyone to know.”
His body relaxed slightly at your admission but his unease did not fully subside.
He stayed silent, unable to think of what to say. He thought you wanted the same thing he did. He wasn’t ready to share your relationship with everyone else. He didn’t fully have an answer as to why, but he felt that things would change if everyone knew. You could be used against him, he was a hated male in many lands after all. Your friends would tease the both of you. Maybe they would try convincing you of why dating him was a bad idea. He wasn’t ready. He didn’t even know how to be in a proper relationship, not after spending all his life pinning after the wrong people. The only real romantic connections he had ever shared had been secret affairs that ended before they could even properly begin. Nothing had ever blossomed the way your romance had.
The secrecy of your relationship was also a way to protect himself. He didn’t think he could survive a break up after having told all your friends. He doesn’t know how he would be able to carry on like normal after having lost the best thing to have ever happened to him in his 500 years. Keeping your relationship secret helped him keep these two realities separate. If you were to end, he could pretend nothing from his professional or social life had truly changed.
Goosebumps rose along your arms at his silence. You had been scared of Azriel’s reaction, but part of you didn’t really believe that he would reject the idea. You believed he cared for you and he reassured you with his actions everyday. So why wasn’t he responding? Did he truly not want to publicly be associated with you in a romantic way?
“Azriel?” you asked in an attempt to get an answer out of him. His unrelenting stare making you feel small and vulnerable. You wrapped your arms around yourself to cover your bare body from him.
A muscle in his jaw moved before he said “I don’t want that.”
All the different scenarios of how wrong it could go were consuming his thoughts, making him unaware of the cold and distant way in which he had just spoken to you.
Your eyes welled up with tears. “But why? Why is it so bad for our friends to know? Why don’t you want to claim me the way I want to claim you?” You were becoming more agitated with every question, his refusal to meet your eyes now as he stared at the wall behind you filling you with pain and anger.
“I’m not ready for that yet” Azriel replied, hoping that would be enough of an answer for you to understand. He wasn’t ready to have this conversation with you yet. Of course, he wanted everyone to know you were his, and only his. He didn’t enjoy watching males around Velaris trying to catch your attention, but he cherished the bubble of love and happiness you were in right now. He didn’t mind putting up with other males if it meant keeping your relationship just as it was.
“Is that all you can really say, Az?” you asked, your voice sounding weak to your ears as you tried to keep the tremble out of it.
“It should be enough of an answer” his response came with no hesitation.
The speed of his answer made the warmth that had settled around you both from earlier fully disappeared. Cold seeped into your body but before it could settle in you, you shot up out of bed, glaring at Azriel . How dare he treat you with such little regard after asking you to be honest.
“It’s not, Azriel. Not for me. Not anymore” you spat out, hoping he would put up a fight, give you a real reason as to why you were hiding from everyone. The silence you were met with made the tightness around your throat worsen. The realization that Azriel wasn’t fighting for you, or even attempting to explain himself left you feeling numb. You could see him, feel him, retreating from you. Part of you wanted to take it back, soothe him, but you wouldn’t allow yourself to. You would not let any male treat you less than what you deserved.
Azriel calmly stood up, back facing you, wings flaring in all their majesty, shadows swarming around him to cover his exposed body. He turned his head slightly to look at you.
“Then you want more than I can give you” he murmured before winnowing away.
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Back in his room, Azriels knees finally gave out. What the fuck had he just done? He couldn’t believe how he had treated you. He felt like a coward. Had he just ended things? How had he manage to fuck this up. How did his fear of losing you turn into a reality?
He didn’t know whether to scream or cry, angry tears welling in his eyes. He wanted to be enough for you. Gods, he wanted that more than anything but he knew you deserved better and he couldn’t help but think that this was for the best.
He bit his inner cheeks to keep his emotions in check. To feel any other pain than the one he felt in his chest right now. He let his shadows comfort him as he forced himself to go numb, to block all his emotions. He carried himself over to bed, and fell asleep into a deep slumber, not wanting to feel or think anymore.
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Rebranding The Governor
Ryan Potter is The Governor of the city I live in, he is so fucking hot I can’t even stand it anymore, and I began to fantasize about the life I could have assuring all sorts of the love and control over everything that consumes him.
One day I finally made it to being his office main assistance walking in to the room and I lock the door behind me dropping a coffee pot, a china cup which I pour into it and slip in the sugar stirring it in with the sugar and slip in a new potion.
I flip the door switch open justice in time for him to walk in to see him Ryan sits behind the desk giving it a few more stirs lifting it up to his lips and takes a few sips inhaling all of it as it drives down his throat the fumes consume him.
“What are you standing still for? Get over here already.”
“Yes boss! Can I help you?”
“Poor me another cup”
“Can’t you do it yourself “
“What did you…”
“Who’s your boss?”
“Who the hell…”
“Do I think i am?”
“Yes boss!”
“Mwahahahahaha…I’ll ask again”
“Who’s the boss?”
“You are kid”
“Give me your chair”
“As you wish”
“Sit down please”
“I have always loved you “
“Say what boss”
“I am in love with you “
“I don’t know what to say”
“Drop the attitude “
“You love me completely “
“Hey babe”
“That’s so hot”
“You are madly in love with me and are so in love with me.”
“What can I do for you?”
“Strip your clothes “
“Worship me”
His eldest son broke in to the door with gruff facial expression stomping in to the room for attention from his father only to be surprise as his dad’s closes the door behind him as he slams his fist walking behind his son and lifts him up.
The son Stephen Potter freaks up as he drops him down in utter excitement as he slamming his fist on the desk it sends a shiver down my sign but I get my thoughts together and pour him a cup of coffee as he wags his fist at me.
The father Ryan Potter slams his head in to the desk knocking him out as he falls back to the rooms floor and his feet lay on top of my foot and we proceed lifting him upward to pour the coffee down his throat as he is subjected to my whims I can see his body begins to deflate.
“It is finished Master Lawrence”
“Ok Stephen wake up “
“Uh! Who am I?”
“Rise to your feet”
“I am your everything “
“You love me”
“Madly in love with me”
“Yes! I am”
“Please use me”
“I own you “
“You are my life now”
“Join your father “
“How may I please you ?”
“Take off your clothes “
“Crawl to me”
“Yes Master”
“Master Lawrence “
“We love you “
“Undress me”
“Hold my waist “
“Use your lips, and sucks”
“Kiss me”
“Suck me off “
“Worship me all over “
“I am your core “
“Mmmmmm”
“You taste so delicious “
“Brandon! GET IN HERE NOW”
“WHAT?”
“I am your campaign manager”
“Not your assistant “
“You work for me”
“Ooooowwwww”
“Nice shot Master”
“Yeah! Sweet”
“Get him undress “
“Yes Master “
“Immediately “
“Hurry up”
“He is your campaign manager huh?”
“Yes Sir”
“Pour the coffee in his mouth”
“This is the best part”
“How?”
“So fucking sexy”
“I love this “
“Their mind fades in to a fog”
“Their cock sprang up”
“They are horny”
“Dorky smile”
“You own him”
“Kiss him “
“Master Please”
“His lips taste like cotton candy “
“Brandon babe”
“You love me with all your heart and soul”
“Master Lawrence, I accept any position you award me.”
“My personal assistant”
“Perfect timing”
“Grant meet the boss”
“Our boss?”
“It is your company “
“I am figure head “
“I don’t get this “
“Boring”
“All three of you “
“Grab him”
“No Brandon “
“Release me”
“Why do you like to be manhandle?”
“Hell no! Please release me”
“Drink this “
“Fuck no”
“Now bitch”
“NOW”
“Ok ok”
“Put him in to a knock out”
“One chop”
“Mwahahahahaha”
“Unconscious “
“Shove it down his throat “
“Want does his lips taste like??”
“Like candy”
“Yyyuuummm”
“Good choice “
“Delicious “
“It is nectar “
The end
#ian bohen#Stephen amell#brandon routh#grant gustin#hypnosis#mind control#hypno slave#reprogramming#hypno submission#china cup#magical coffee
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A Fervid Fixation Chapter 3: Controlled Burn
Series: A Fervid Fixation
Fandom: The Royal Romance
Pairings: Riley x Drake
Rating: MA
Warnings for this chapter: Language
Word Count: 2,542
A/N: So it's not a three-shot, lol. I know, you're all shocked! Mini Series then. Four maybe five chapters. We'll just see how it goes.
My other stuff: Master List.
The SUV tires crunched on the gravel as it pulled into a small parking lot in front of a darkened restaurant. A metal sign that read “Mama Rita’s” swung from a chain above the front door.
The SUV pulled around back and stopped next to a deep maroon Devore GT with a black racing stripe down the center.
“What are we doing here?” Riley asked nervously, “Where are we?”
“We’re just switching cars,” Drake explained as he opened the door and hopped out. He pointed a key fob at the Devore and the trunk popped open.
The driver exited the vehicle and started pulling her luggage out of the back and transferring it to the trunk of the other car. She recognized him, “Marco, right?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he grinned at her as he pushed the trunk closed, “and for what it’s worth, I was there that night the shit went down with that duke…I know you weren’t having an affair with him or whatever that reporter is claiming.”
“Thanks, Marco.”
“You’re welcome. Good luck with everything,” he waved at her as he headed back to the SUV.
“Wait…you’re leaving?”
“Yes, I have to get back to my duty station before my next shift.” He told her as he climbed back into the driver’s seat and closed the door.
“Aren’t you on duty right now?”
“Technically no,” he responded, “Just doing a favor for a friend.”
“Thanks for that, by the way,” Drake called as he pulled the passenger door of the Devore open.
“Anytime, Walker,” Marco gave him a wave as he backed out of the parking spot.
Riley watched the taillights as they disappeared around the building, leaving her alone with Drake. A prospect that both frightened and excited her.
“Come on Brooks, let’s go.”
She turned slowly toward him ignoring the frisson of desire that sparked through her at the sight of him, “No.”
“No? What do you mean no?”
“I mean no, Drake! I’m not getting in the car with you!” She turned and started walking across the parking lot.
“Riley! Get in the car!” He roared.
“No!” She said over her shoulder.
“Riley!...Shit! Fuck!” He kicked the car and then ran after her, trying for his most pleading tone, “Riley….Riley, please, please, please get in the car!”
She stopped and turned to face him, “I said no, Drake!”
“Why the fuck not?”
“I’m not sure I should get in a car with you without knowing where we’re going and why!”
Shock spilled across his features, “I’m trying to help you!”
“Help me, Drake? Help me? Did I ask for your help? I don’t even know what the hell is going on! I was drug out of the coronation by one set of guards, intercepted by another set and now I’m just supposed to get into this car with you and go God knows where with you? And literally, no one knows where I am?” She was on the verge of a panic attack.
“Okay, okay…” he held both hands up in front of him in the universal sign for surrender, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I didn’t realize…” he trailed off as confusion then surprise darted across his face, “Riley…are you afraid of me?”
“I...I’m not sure…maybe…”
“Why? I mean, I know we’ve had some dustups, but what have I ever done to make you think I’d hurt you in any way?”
His facial expression was so bewildered and so hurt that her heart rate dropped back to normal as she replied, “Nothing to me, specifically…”
His face cleared as understanding dawned on him, “You’re talking about Nick and Tariq.”
“Well, yeah…”
“All right, let’s talk about it then, okay?” he waited for her to nod before continuing, “First of all, I need you to understand that I don’t usually just go around hitting people, I would never hit a woman and I have never punched a man that didn’t deserve it!”
“So, when you came into my room that night-“
“I heard you scream, Riley! I would have never just walked into your room otherwise! When I saw Tariq with his hands on you…” he paused as he struggled to get his emotions under control. His fists clenched at his sides and his lips pressed tightly together. His entire body was thrumming with tension as he replayed the events in his head.
“Hey,” Riley reached out tentatively and touched his arm, “It’s okay, I’m not really mad about you kicking that idiot’s ass.”
“You’re not?” He blinked at her in surprise.
“No,” she shook her head, “He kind of had it coming if you ask me.”
Drake barked out a disbelieving laugh, “But Liam made it sound like you were upset by the...how did he put it….oh yeah, all the violence you’d witnessed.”
“I mean, it was a lot, Drake. I just don’t understand why you did it.”
He looked taken aback as he said, “I did it for you, Riley! He hurt you! He was touching you without your permission!”
Her eyes widened, “That’s it?”
“That’s it? What do you mean, that’s it? Isn’t that enough? He had no right to put his hands on you!”
She smiled at his agitation, “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Yeah, okay.” The truth was she had liked the feeling it gave her watching Drake swoop in and come to her defense. Like a flock of butterflies were trying to burst out of her chest.
Her smile drew one of his own, as he asked, “Why are you smiling?”
“No reason...just…if you got that worked up over the idea of someone else hurting me, I guess you’re not likely to do it yourself.”
His smile disappeared, as his hand brushed her cheek, “I would never do anything to hurt you, Riley!”
She looked down at the ground and then back up at his face, “Okay, I believe you, but…”
“But?” He dropped his hand and stepped back.
“But Nick wasn’t hurting me, Drake.”
He raked a hand through his hair with a sigh, “No, no, he wasn’t.”
“So, what was that about?”
He tipped his head back to stare up at the moon as he collected his thoughts, “I saw him as a threat. He was a stranger, with no security clearance to enter the area he was trying to enter, and he wouldn’t take no for an answer.”
It was at least part of the truth.
“Okay.”
“Okay, what?”
“Okay, I’ll get in the car with you, but you have to promise to tell me what the hell is going on!”
Relief rushed over him like a river crashing over the edge of a cliff face, “I promise!”
He talked as he drove, “I guess you know by now that pictures of you and Tariq somehow made it into the papers.”
“Yeah, I saw that, briefly. About two seconds after everyone got the notification I was being drug out of the ballroom!”
“Right. Didn’t that seem strange to you?”
“Yes! It was an extreme overreaction and I don’t understand-“
“No, not that part! The part where it only took the guard two seconds to react to something that was allegedly a surprise to everyone?”
“Oh…I…now that you mention it, I guess that is strange…”
“Because it wasn’t a surprise to everyone.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean there were guards on standby waiting for the signal to take you into custody. The limo to take you to the airport was waiting outside before that story dropped and the plane ticket was purchased a week ago.”
“How do you know all this?”
“Not important. What’s important is that these arrangements were made by someone with the authority to issue orders to not just the regular palace guards, but the King’s Guard! Which means that someone high up and close to Liam is responsible for it. And it also means the thing with Tariq was a setup. Who took those pictures, Riley? Someone knew he was going to be there!”
She sat back in her seat in shock, “Why would anyone want to do this to me?”
“Because you’re a threat.”
“To who?”
“To anyone that doesn’t want the monarchy to change! Liam is too enamored of you and there are those that see that as a threat.”
“But I’m not a threat to anyone!”
Drake laughed, “Tell that to all those noblewomen drowning in jealousy and resentment at having spent their entire lives training to marry a king only to have a foreign interloper, a waitress no less, swoop in at the last minute and steal him right out from under them.”
“I…never thought about it like that…so, you think it’s one of the other suitors?”
“Maybe, but probably not. Trust me, there are factions that would go to great lengths to keep the monarchy from what they see as corruption.”
“Corruption?”
“Yes, corruption from any ideas that are too modern, too liberal, too…American…”
“Shit…”
“Exactly.”
They pulled off the pavement onto a dusty backroad before turning down a long, twisting private drive. At the end of the drive was an unassuming two-story cabin nestled in a clearing next to a small lake.
“Sorry, it’s not a palace or the Beaumont estate,” he said as he unlocked the door and ushered her inside, “but you’ll be safe here.”
“I’m actually a little sick of the inside of the palace,” she admitted.
“I thought you liked the glitz and glamour, being catered to like a spoiled rich girl.”
“Do you always have to insult me?”
“Sorry, habit.”
“But why is it a habit?”
“I do it for the same reason I call you by your last name.”
“Which is?”
“None of your business. Now come on and I’ll show you to the bedroom.”
They were halfway up the stairs when she stopped, “Wait, did you say the bedroom? As in, there’s only one?”
Drake’s face flushed red as he pushed past her, “Yeah, but don’t worry. I was planning to sleep on the couch.”
“Oh! I…” she hurried up the steps after him, “I don’t want to put you out of your own bedroom! Wait…is it your bedroom? Whose cabin are we in?”
“It’s my cabin, Brooks,” he told her as he pushed open the only door on the left-hand side of the small upstairs hallway.
“What are those? They aren’t bedrooms?” She gestured to the three doors on the other side of the hall.
“Technically, yes, but they don’t have beds in them. The one at the end has a pool table in it, the one in the middle is a bathroom and the other is full of boxes of my dad’s old stuff,” he told her.
“I guess you don’t get much company, huh?” She smirked at him as she entered the master bedroom.
“I know that’s a crack about me not having any friends, but the answer is no I don’t because I actively don’t want any.”
Very few people knew it even existed.
He had never brought a woman to it before.
“Wow,” she breathed as she looked around the room. It took up most of the second floor, a fireplace graced the center of the room, and the bed was huge.
Her appreciation for it caught him off guard. “You like it?”
“Yes, I love it! It’s amazing! Why are you surprised?”
“I don’t know,” he shrugged, “It’s not a palace and there are no servants.”
Annoyance pulled through her, “You know I lived in a two hundred square foot apartment in New York, right?”
“Yeah, well, I figure you’ve gotten used to a different lifestyle by this point.” He muttered.
“Do you really think I’m that fucking shallow?” she snapped.
“I don’t know. Are you?” And just like that, the attitude was back in his tone.
“Why did you even bother to bring me here and try to help me if you have such a low opinion of me, Drake? Huh? Why? I don’t get it. I don’t get you!”
“Me? I’m an open book! You’re the one that-“
“Open book? How the hell do you figure that? You’re the most inscrutable, closed-off, judgmental, hostile, cynical person I’ve ever met and you have a fucking outrageous temper with a hair trigger! Frankly, I don’t see how you’ve survived at court all these years!”
His jaw set, “Tell me how you really feel, Brooks, don’t hold back.”
“I’m just saying-“
“I know what you’re saying, and you’re the one judging me right now! Maybe being at court all those years made me this way! Did you ever consider that?”
“Maybe your problems at court were caused by your bad attitude! Did you ever consider that?”
“Says the woman who was fucking nice to everyone and still got set up, slandered, and drug out of the coronation by armed guards!”
“Oh, fuck you! How do I know you’re even telling me the truth about any of that?”
“Why the fuck would I lie about any of that?” He asked in astonishment.
“I don’t know, Drake, you tell me! Maybe Liam was right, maybe you are obsessed with me! Maybe this wasn’t a rescue, maybe this was a kidnapping!”
“Are you fucking serious right now? Turn on the fucking news! You’re all over it and no one is defending you!”
“Oh, and how am I supposed to do that, Drake? Huh? You took my phone!”
“You know what? I’m going down to bring in the rest of your luggage and check the propane tank. Give you time to calm the fuck down.”
“Calm down? Calm down? You want me to calm down, Drake? Get me a fucking phone!” She pulled her shoes off and flung one at him.
“You’re welcome for the save by the way!” He yelled as he stepped into the hallway and shut the door behind him. The shoe thudded into the closed door and bounced onto the floor.
“Fuck!” She threw the other shoe at the door for good measure.
She needed to get a message to Liam. She needed contact with the outside world. She needed to see what the news was saying. She needed Hana.
But first, she needed a long, hot bath to wash this day off her.
She locked the bedroom door and made her way to the master bath. There was a cast iron claw-footed oval-shaped bathtub, long enough for her to stretch out in and be completely underwater.
There was amazingly enough hot water to fill it. That fact that there was women’s body wash, shampoo, and conditioner gave her pause, but then Drake’s little rescue/kidnapping scheme had to have also been planned in advance, which meant that the King’s Guards weren’t the only ones that had known that story was going to break ahead of time.
How long had Drake known and why hadn’t he warned her?
She had questions and she needed answers, but as she soaked in the steaming bath, she found herself fighting to keep her eyes open, so she climbed out, dried herself off, and climbed into the bed.
The mattress was soft, and the bed was piled high with fur-lined blankets and a goose-down comforter. She was asleep the moment her head touched the pillow.
Answers would have to wait until morning.
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Telepatía - Part 2
Read part 1 here.
(Obi-Wan Kenobi/Original Female Character)
Rating: Explicit
Category: F/M
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Summary: Although love is not something that one can control, attachments of any kind are not part of the Jedi way. You can love, but you cannot fear to lose, but how do you not fear losing someone who is the better part of your soul?
Obi-Wan finds himself in a difficult position where he must choose love, the Jedi Order, or perhaps…both, if he can just keep it a secret.
Over the course of the next few weeks, the Master and the Padawan settled into their new intertwined schedule. They trained almost daily unless one of them was called away on assignment, which was usually Obi-Wan since he began serving on the council.
If they weren’t working on her proficiency with her lightsaber, then they were working on her telekinetic abilities or simply on meditation best practices. Some days were easy, some days were hard, but neither of them seemed to falter in their confidence as she continuously improved. Obi-Wan had grown accustomed to a pupil like Anakin whose natural, raw talent made him a quick learner. However, he appreciated how focused and dedicated Verity was. If she didn’t get it the first time, she would try and try again even if it meant she had to do it a hundred times more than Anakin did, she’d reach his level of effortlessness eventually. She reminded Obi-Wan of himself in that way.
The shared many smiles, many laughs, even a few tears as she opened up about some of her struggles. He was slightly more reserved with his own as his guarded heart did not let him open up easily, but he was always a rock for her to do so.
“I feel like I hardly ever see you anymore, Master,” said Anakin. The two were currently in a ship, flying back to the temple from a brief assignment they had in a nearby city. “You’ve been so busy with your new pupil. Have you forgotten already?”
“Aren’t you enjoying all the time you’re getting to spend with your beloved Padmé? At least you don’t have to feel bad for ditching me anymore,” said Obi-Wan, taking his eyes off the course in front of him momentarily to look over at the younger man. Anakin was a better pilot, but his flying made Obi-Wan sick to his stomach, so he preferred to do it himself.
“I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t,” he said with a smile. “Why don’t you two get together with us? I think Padmé would like having another woman around for once.”
Obi-Wan blinked a couple more times than he normally would as he thought about this proposal. Why did it make him nervous the idea of spending time with her in such a casual, friendly way? They’d be around others, so it’s not like it would only be the two of them. He still found himself tensing up at the idea, mostly because it sounded like it would be a delightful time.
“Are you sure that’s such a good idea? You and Padmé aren’t the best at hiding your affections. She will catch on right away,” said Obi-Wan. It was an excuse, but he wasn’t lying either. Discretion wasn’t part of Anakin’s vocabulary.
Anakin looked at the older man for a moment, trying to read his facial expression and his body language with a raised eyebrow. A smile crept up on his face now.
“That may be true, Master, but I think you’re nervous about bringing her around. Come on, life isn’t all about training. Have a little fun for once,” he said, patting the shorter man on the shoulder a couple times.
Obi-Wan only spared him a momentary glance now. Anakin had a point. Life was about more than just work, he still deserved to have fun every now and again, especially if there were no ongoing missions that demanded his attention. The fun didn’t seem to be the issue this time. She was the thing making him hesitant. If he put anyone else in her place, the anxiety fell severely.
“I will…ask her about it when I see her tomorrow,” he said and for a moment, he questioned the words coming out of his own mouth.
“No, let’s go to her quarters right now. It’s not that late. You have to make grand gestures with these ladies. They like that. Be a little more romantic,” he teased. Anakin was anything if not romantic. Obi-Wan had caught several of the things he’d said to Padmé in the past as he was courting her. As worried as he was about Anakin’s status within the order, he was happy to see the man he considered his own brother to be so happy. He often felt pangs of jealousy at the idea that he would never know that type of happiness in his own life.
“Oh, come on, Anakin. Don’t put that kind of pressure on me. And she’s just my Padawan! Nothing more, nothing less,” he said, and now he wasn’t even believing himself as he spoke. “My Padawan with very beautiful golden brown eyes, the most radiant smile I’ve ever seen, and this gods damn grace about her every movement.”
Obi-Wan smacked the steering wheel of the ship with the base of his palm now. It was like his mouth had a mind of its own. His bond with Anakin tended to bring the truth out of him eventually even when he tried to hide things from him.
“Aha! I knew it. I knew you’d like her and I knew you’d try to run away from it,” he said with an almost proud grin on his face now as if he had just uncovered the truth regarding an ancient mystery. “The Jedi Code is outdated, Master. Things need to change, and your secret will be safe with me like mine is with you until they do.”
Anakin’s words did little to reassure Obi-Wan in any real way. There were no guarantees that Anakin wouldn’t be caught soon and kicked out of the order as there would be no guarantees that things would change. The Jedi were very stuck in their ways, their traditions even if they were sometimes unreasonable or outdated.
“That’s very sweet of you, Anakin, but I still believe that I should keep my feelings to myself. If I nip them in the bud early enough, perhaps I can forget they’re there,” he said, sounding a bit dejected and resigned by the softness of his voice that wasn’t there earlier. “But I will spare you your own whining and I will go invite her now.”
“Then I’ll say nothing else on the matter,” said Anakin, trying not to push his old friend too far. The younger man knew he was far more rebellious and willing to fight for his own way than his former master was. That was okay. That’s what made them a good team. But he hoped Obi-Wan would someday put himself first in this regard. As someone who had allowed himself to experience the delightful experience of being drowned in love by another, he didn’t know how anyone could deprive themselves of it.
———-
What the hell was he doing right now? Did he seriously allow Anakin to influence him to come to Verity’s quarters after hours. He hoped that for whatever reason she was not there yet, so she wouldn’t come to the door and she’d never know he was there either.
His prayers were answered. Sort of. Just as he was about to touch his knuckles to her door to alert her of his presence, she approached him from behind.
“Master? Are you looking for me? Is everything alright?” she asked, speaking softly as she hoped not to startle him, but Jedi were never really surprised. He knew she was there and had already stopped his knuckles from touching the door before he heard her voice.
He turned to face her now. Her hair was different today. It was up in a high bun with several braids coming out from it, her fringe covering her forehead, but there was a split in the middle this time. She looked a bit tired, but still beautiful in every way possible.
“Please forgive me, Verity. You need not worry,” he said, stepping away from her door just in case she wanted to make her way inside. He tucked his hands behind his back as he stood before her. “I was just wondering…Well, Anakin was wondering-“
Verity crossed her arms in front of her body now, looking at the older man with a curious expression on her face, but also somewhat confused as to what was happening. Why was he here? Why was he so nervous? And what did any of this have to do with Anakin?
“I’m sorry. Let me start over. Anakin suggested that I invite you to a dinner party with him, Padmé, and myself tomorrow night after your training session,” he finally said. He kicked himself a bit for mentioning that it was Anakin’s idea, but it was true. He just wanted the credit for it.
“So does Anakin want me there or do you, Master?” she asked him, trying to suppress the small smirk that was threatening to replace her otherwise neutral expression. It was all an act, though. Something she often did to hide her nervousness or excitement was tease the person who caused her to feel that way. The last thing she had expected when she saw Obi-Wan at her door was this.
“I do, of course. You’ve been lovely to have as my Padawan, so I’d like to show my appreciation to your diligence,” he explained. More lies. Half-truths, really. He did appreciate her as his pupil, but that didn’t stop him from seeing her for the woman she was outside of that. “Anakin would also like you to get acquainted with Padmé. Something about her needing more female friends.”
“Well, I can’t say no to either of you. I’d love to join you tomorrow. Could you meet me here an hour after training? I’d like to make myself presentable, maybe not wear these robes for once,” she said, a shy smile replacing her smirk now. She knew she wanted to take the opportunity to impress him in a different way than she’d been given the chance to before. It would be hard as they weren’t allowed many possessions, but she had a dress or two she could make do with.
“That sounds like a plan, Verity. It is late, however, so I will leave you to rest,” he said, placing a hand on his abdomen as he dipped his body downwards in a slight bow in her direction. “Sweet dreams, young one.”
Almost all the Masters called their Padawan or other students “young one”, but it always felt different coming from Obi-Wan’s mouth to Verity’s ears. It never ceased to make a warm feeling crawl up her neck and onto her cheeks where she prayed he couldn’t see it.
“Sweet dreams, Master Obi-Wan…and thank you for the invitation. I’m looking forward to spending time with you- you all, I mean,” she hoped he hadn’t noticed her little slip up, but he was already making his way away from her, presumably back to his own quarters for the night.
Every fiber of her body wanted to ask him to come even just for tea, but she decided to be patient and wait for the next day to spend time with him. She didn’t want to jump the gun, she didn’t want to presume that he had any interest in her in the same way she did in him, and she definitely didn’t know if what she was feeling was even okay or something she should work on meditating away. She didn’t want to do that last one. Not one little bit, especially not until she knew whether her simmering affection was unrequited or not.
They both entered their quarters with much on their minds that night, a confusing mix of elation and anxiety swirling around.
———
Training resumed as it normally would the following day, though, there seemed to be a slight tension in the air. It wasn’t necessarily a bad tension, but as if a spark had ignited between them that was constantly buzzing with energy. It was dull still, but ever present. They each stole a few more glances than they usually would, tripped over more of their words, and were more careful with their touches to one another.
As the afternoon left them, they ended their training for the day. Verity hurriedly made her way back to her quarters when she was out of Obi-Wan sight, trying to give herself as much time as possible to get herself presentable.
She bathed as soon as she got in, dousing her body with her favorite scented perfume which smelled of lavender with a hint of vanilla. She kept her long, dark tresses down, adding some soft curls to the bottom. Her cheeks were given a flush of pinkish rouge and her lips were carefully coated in a matte, dark red lipstick, finishing her makeup by adding a small, wing of black to each and with a coat of mascara to her lashes.
She pulled out her favorite dress for the occasion, but decided it was perhaps too formal. Instead she opted for a pure white silk halter top that left the majority of her back exposed. She paired it with a long black skirt of the same material that tapered down her body. The waistline of it dipped down at the center to reveal her midsection. Verity didn’t have very many options for jewelry so she added a gold cuff to her bicep.
The young woman stood in front of the mirror, turning from side to side to examine her appearance before taking a deep breath. It would have to do regardless of how she felt, so she conjured some confident thoughts about herself.
If she hadn’t already sensed his presence, she would have jumped when she heard the knock at the door. Somehow an hour had already passed. She slipped on her simple black pumps, grabbing a small clutch just so she wasn’t empty-handed, which she placed her lightsaber inside of. You could never be too careful.
Making her way to the door, she gave herself a moment to take another deep breath. She was almost less nervous about him seeing her than about seeing him. She’d never seen him out of his Jedi robes and was almost certain she wouldn’t know what to do when she did.
Pulling the door open, she was greeted by the face of her beloved Master. His reaction to her did not disappoint. His cordial smile dropped a bit as his cerulean eyes fell slowly down her figure before landing back on her face.
“Forgive me, Verity. I forget myself. You look absolutely wonderful,” he finally said. He considered playing off his reaction, but he knew better than to think she was that dense, so he owned up to it instead.
He himself looked absolutely breathtaking just as Verity had expected. He’d chosen a creamy button down with an embroidered high collar that he paired with a dark green jacket, black dress pants, and black boots. His hair was perfectly pushed back, and of course his beard was groomed to perfection.
“This is for you,” he continued, pulling out from behind his back a small bundle of Mysess blossoms that were tied together with a strip of yellow fabric in the shape of a bow. He extended them towards her with the flowers lying across both of his palms.
“Master…that’s so sweet of you. They’re beautiful,” she said, taking them from him and holding them up to her face to give them a smell. She’d never received flowers from a man before, but she couldn’t imagine a more thoughtful gesture if she tried. It painted Obi-Wan in a new light for her. “Could you come inside a moment for me to put them in water?”
She was bold to ask that of him, but he just showed up at her door with flowers in hand. He would be silly to think that was merely a friendly gesture on his part, so she rolled with the idea that it could be more.
“Of course. Take your time. Padmé’s apartments are not too far from here,” he said, waiting for her to step aside before he took a step in. Her room didn’t look that different from his own, but there were small personal touches throughout that let him know exactly who the room belonged to.
There was nothing in the Jedi Code that said he couldn’t be in her quarters, right? What was the difference between this and him visiting Anakin, right?
She closed the door behind him. There was the buzzing again, that feeling in her chest that was slightly tight and unwavering. He felt it as well, but neither of them mentioned it.
“You look wonderful as well, Master. I didn’t know you could clean up so nicely,” she said to him with a smile as she made her way to her small kitchenette area, opening a couple cabinets until she spotted an empty vase up top. Reaching up, she quickly realized she was too short even in her high heels to get it.
Before she could even use The Force to bring it down to herself, she felt Obi-Wan behind her.
“Thank you, and allow me,” he said, his voice noticeably softer than now. His chest was pressed to her back now and he placed a hand on her hip as he extended the other one upwards to grasp the vase in his hand effortlessly.
They’d been chest to back before during training, but this felt different. There was no reason why he couldn’t have let her use The Force or asked her to simply step aside. However, there was some magnetic pull between the two of them that probably didn’t even let him think that far before doing what felt right instead.
Verity stood terribly still, not daring to turn her face to look back at him because her cheeks were probably twice as red now than when he walked in. It felt somewhat different this time, though. It wasn’t just nervousness, but the proximity of his body to hers caused a chill up her spine as if it was satisfying just a small part of a much larger desire.
He placed the vase down in front of her, lingering for a moment behind her before he busied himself with taking it to the sink to pour water into it. He needed some reason to drag himself away from her. Typically, he would apologize for this kind of behavior, but he decided against it this time.
With almost shaky hands, Verity untied the bow from the flowers, dropping them into the vase once he filled it with water for her. She didn’t want to discard the pretty bow, so she wrapped it around the neck of the vase and tied it back into the bow shape.
“I said this already, but thank you. As you can imagine, I’ve never received flowers before. I’ve seldom been given gifts in general, so it means a lot to me,” she said, finally looking up at Obi-Wan from where she stood next to him. There was an overwhelming desire inside of herself to reach up and give him a simple peck on the cheek, so fuck it. That’s exactly what she did, steadying herself by holding onto his forearm as she leaned up and pressed her lips to his face.
The older man tried to contain the expression on his face that would communicate to her just how much he enjoyed that, just how much he wished it were more. He gave her a bashful smile, clearing his throat.
“I’m honored to be the first, but I find it difficult to believe that someone…like you has never even had one admirer who tried to win your affections,” he said. “Tell me about that as we make our way to the senator’s apartment.”
Offering her his arm for her to hook hers into, he lead them out of her quarters, starting their walk towards where Padmé and Anakin were already waiting for them with a spread of food and drinks. She had taken his arm without hesitance, walking alongside him. She figured he had a way to smooth things over with anyone who saw their body language right now, so she went with it without questioning him. Thankfully, the temple was quiet at the moment as it was later in the day and the sun had already gone down.
“Are you calling yourself an admirer now?” she asked him, a cheeky smile on her face as she did, but she continued before he could answer. “To answer your question, I have had a few men try to court me before, some politicians, some civilians, but probably far less than I would’ve experienced had I not been a Jedi who spends most of their time at a temple. Obviously, nothing ever happened with any of them. I had a slightly rebellious phase around nineteen where I snuck off to go clubbing several times, but men can be gross. They buy you drinks and expect you to give it all up just because they want you to. I’m not that type.”
A pang of jealous hit his heart at the thought of her being pursued by men wherever she went. He knew it was the likely story, but it was annoying to hear. That wasn’t his place to say, though.
“I can see how that would leave a sour taste in your mouth, but I can’t blame a man for respectfully trying. You’re a beautiful young woman. Anyone would be blind not to see that,” he said, exiting the temple with her as they made their way into the city. For once, he felt more like a regular inhabitant of Coruscant rather than a Jedi Master with the weight of the world on his shoulders. He wondered if this was what dating felt like for most people when you removed the bindings Jedi Code placed upon them. It felt nice.
“Master, if I didn’t know any better, I would think you were flirting with me,” she said, stopping them both in their tracks as she looked up at him. The night had barely begun, but he had already given her so many more signals than he had the entire time he’d been training her. Was he letting his guard down for good or would tonight be a blip on his radar? She tilted her head to the side. “If you are, just know that it’s very much welcome.”
“Verity, I can honestly say I do not know what in gods name I’m doing right now. I’m just doing what feels right, but not what is morally right. I am doing what makes me feel like I am being honest to myself and what I want,” he said, and he could feel his palms sweating now. It was like some illogical, infatuated spirit had taken over his mind, allowing him no longer to pretend like he didn’t have the regular feelings that all men have in the presence of a stunning, sweet, and powerful woman.
Verity spent a moment in silence, looking up at him as he spoke. She could feel that despite how vague he was being, it was coming from the same place her feelings for him were developing as well, which was a place of utter contradiction. She felt both a guilt for disobeying her vows, but a desire to be free of them in some ways. She felt an internal battle brewing as she tried to fight off fear of the consequences for following this dangerous path.
“Maybe…let’s just have a great time tonight and we can talk about this all after. I think I just want to know what being next to you as a woman and not just your Padawan feels like even if just for this one evening,” she said, trying her best to use any shred of wisdom she had left and apply it to this situation. She would only know what to do about her feelings if she embraced them for the moment and assessed if this was worth the possible consequences.
“You are wiser than I am at times, Verity,” he said, guiding them to start their walk again. Perhaps giving in for just one night would give him the insight he needed.
The pair arrived at Padmé’s building soon after, getting clearance from security before they were able to ascend to the top floor where her penthouse was. When the woman opened the door, Anakin was right behind her. They looked like any other couple right now and it made Obi-Wan smile to see his chosen brother so content.
“Verity! I believe we haven’t had the pleasure of speaking properly yet, but Anakin has told me all about you,” she said, the pair stepping aside in a fluid motion to allow their guests in.
Padmé was as gorgeous as Verity remembered. She was a small, fit woman with shiny brown hair, an immaculate bone structure, and because of her status, she was dressed in a beautifully ornate gown. Verity felt almost intimidated now, but the senator was too kind for her to dwell on that for long.
“I hope it’s only been good things. Master Obi-Wan has told me much about you as well,” she said, the two women shaking hands as Anakin and Obi-Wan shared an embrace as they always did.
“It’s nice to see you out of those Jedi robes, Master. You almost look handsome,” said the younger Jedi male, a smirk on his face as he eyed the other male.
“You’re kind, Anakin. Really,” he responded sarcastically.
“Would either of you like something to drink? We have many wines and ales,” said Padmé, guiding the small party over to the bar where a bartender was waiting to pour them their libations.
“I’ll take wine,” said Verity, though she would typically prefer ale, wine felt better for the occasion. Obi-Wan agreed. The bartender poured four glasses, and they all took one.
“I’ll make a toast, then, to…long-lasting friendships,” said Anakin, looking down at Padmé when he spoke the last word. Verity caught the glance, but they were too busy tapping glasses for her to make any comment on it.
“We might need to work on your speeches if you’re going to remain so politically involved, Anakin,” joked Obi-Wan who also gave Padmé a look as he spoke. Verity wasn’t stupid. It was obvious what was going on.
“Are you two together? If you’re trying to hide it, you’re not succeeding,” she said, chuckling behind her glass as she took another sip.
Padmé almost choked, but Anakin simply wrapped an arm around her.
“If we can trust you, yes. If we can’t, then forget everything you saw after tonight unless you want to duel it out with me,” he said, looking at Verity with a teasing eyebrow.
“You know I’m not the type to go running to the council, Master, your secret is safe with me…unless you cross me,” she joked back to him.
“Seems we have an agreement, then, and before you ask, yes, I’ve known about this for a while now,” said Obi-Wan. Verity had figured as much.
“How about we chat over dinner? We can all share secrets, but let’s have the delicious food my chefs have prepared for us,” said Padmé, leading them into the dining area where Verity was greeted by a spread of more dishes than she could count and way more than the four of them could possibly eat.
“Wow…thank you, Senator. You’re incredibly kind,” said Verity, smiling graciously as Obi-Wan pulled a chair out for her, which she sat down in, allowing him to tuck her in as well. Anakin did the same for Padmé.
“Just call me Padmé, please. Any friend of Anakin and Obi-Wan’s is my friend as well. Plus, it’s nice to have some female company for once,” said the older woman.
Servants came around to begin serving everyone. Verity felt both so normal and so unlike herself in this moment, but it was such a welcome departure from reality.
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| One shot Jake x Phil
Jake proves he will not be played. Not like that.
"Why is the kitchen door locked?" Phil let go of the door handle. "Jake?! Hon, Are you in there?" All he could hear were some vague noises - pots, pans being banged together...what the hell was that scraping and clinging? He knocked again with a growing concern. "Jake? Why are you locked in the kitchen?....my kitchen. Which is locked. Why is it locked?"
" Will you relax? Just a few more minutes!" A few more minutes to what? The hackers voice sounded breathless with a hint of excitement that didn't soothe Phil's concern one bit. "Okay..." he answered and locked his arms, leaning against the door. "...I'm right here. Right outside. Just in case...you need help."
Usually the kitchen was the last place, where you think Jake would lock himself into. That was indeed Phil's declared territory, where he quite masterfully put together delicious dishes, while Jake sat there with his laptop at the table. From time to time, he would look up and say something like "Phil, would you just look at that!" pointing at some cryptic column of figures and numbers on the screen. "That's what they call an encryption?! How pathetic is that? See, that's the problem nowadays, took me only a few minutes now to...." and then some stuff, Phil learned to pretend to understand, finally he had to shut him up by shoving a spoon full of sauce in the hacker's mouth. The usual kitchen habits - now disturbingly disrupted.
He knew that Jake didn't care much for food, music, art - basically any of the sensual sides of life. Jake was the kind of genius who orchestrated all sorts of abstract processes in his mind that were far out of reach for Phil's understanding but not for his adoration. Being an esthete to the very core, Phil was able to actually admire Jake with all his talents in a way that no one else ever did. And Phil possessed a special talent of his own - he manages to lure Jake out of his mind with small but well placed gestures. It could be an innocent or not so innocent touch, a well placed hair-raising kiss, an intriguing scent he would expose him to, a certain look he draped over him, a song he sang along to while Jake was deepened into his work. He knew exactly how to spark Jakes attention. There was nothing Phil enjoyed more than watching Jake surfacing into a sensual awareness, the facial expression changing with his focus shifting on something the hacker couldn't figure out.
On the other side of the kitchen door, Jake's excitement was forced down by his assessment of the situation. He had it planned out well, finally mastered the element of surprise! He turned off the stove and went over it again: Phil would never expect this. That was the whole point, entering unknown territory - cooking. Finally, he managed to get Phil out of his unpenetrable confidence. It was a need he felt surfacing for some time now.
Jake was never able to accept any situation he couldn't figure out to the very core. He pinned his eyes on the closed kitchen door, knowing who was leaning a frightful ear on the other side. An evil smile spread out on his face.
It was infuriating because it just didn't make sense - the whole damn thing. He, him. Jake resented being pulled out of his mind. He resented it when his thoughts just wandered off. He resented to be thrown off track. He hated it when he had to surrender - to needs, desires, sensation. He was supposed to be stronger than that. So why didn't he hate being here - with him? Why did he find himself enjoying even craving for situations that made him so incredibly uncomfortable? Nothing should be hidden well enough from the hackers skilled mind! That is what he does - he finds, he encrypts, he unveils. All the incredible things he was capable of - suddenly stopped by the sight of cigarette smoke slowly escaping those perfect lips. It didn't make sense.
Jake sighed and composed himself. It was fine, he did it, he was in control of the situation. Slowly he unlocked the door and opened it just far enough to poke his head through and take in the sight of Phil's flustered expression. Jake smiled, less evil now, wishing he would know how to pull off a wink.
"Hi."
- "Hi."
Phil detached himself from the wall behind him, arms still locked, he straightened to catch a glimpse over Jake's shoulder into the kitchen. The hacker still blocked the door and bathed in the suspense.
"Ready for the surprise?"
Phil raised a brow and decided not to comment on the flour he spotted in Jakes hair. He had never heard something like that out of the hackers mouth. It was too delicious for Jake to see that Phil was not ready for this at all. Finally, he cleared the way into the kitchen
Arms still locked, Phil stepped into the room and gave it a quick scan. Could be worse - some broken eggs, a lot of eggshells, flour all over the floor, the sink full of possibly every item that could be used in the kitchen. At least there was nothing on fire. The sight of the set table made Phil finally unlock his arms.
"You made pancakes?" It sounded strange because he wasn't sure if he should emphasize "you" or "made" or "pancakes". Nothing about this felt familiar.
Jake was over the moon. Never had Phil seen him so lit up, a triumphing spark in his eyes, his smile so beautifully spread out all over his face, still with the flour in his dark hair. Phil couldn't help but melt away into a laugh.
"I made pancakes for you." said Jake with a very smart expression and an equally strange emphasis. "As a surprise. You didn't expect that. Not in a million years! That's why it is such a great surprise. I got you!" Jake suddenly frowned over his own excitement. "Sorry, I got carried away. You should sit down and eat."
This was almost too adorable. It dawned on Phil how much Jake needed this. He had to fight down the sudden urge to throw the hacker down on the dirty floor this instant. Instead, he sat down in front of the plate and cut into the neatly arranged stack of pancakes. Jake placed himself on the other side of the table, following every move of Phil's hands, lurking for every tiny expression in his face.
Excruciatingly slow Phil chewed every bite and smiled a smile that confused Jake. He caught himself getting lost again in the sight of those lips moving, knowing how soft they feel and what havoc these movements can cause. Jake shook his head and slit his eyes to focus on reading what the dark haired man was thinking about those pancakes.
After swallowing the last bite, Phil put down the cutlery on the plate and took a big sip of water out of the glass that was set up next to his plate. He was still smiling the same smile.
"You made pancakes for me." Phil stated. This time, he said it in a soft tone - slowly spoken, he let his lower lip slightly roll forward at the end of the sentence. It was one of those gestures he knew how to play to spark up that fire in Jake's eyes.
"No." Jake raised a finger towards Phil. He was onto him.
"This time, I'm not the one at your mercy. Let's not just pass the fact that I surprised you. I-..." he pointed at himself, "...totally unsuspecting you!" He swung his hand back towards Phil. "Me - sweeping... " he pointed at himself again, "...you - off your feet." And the triumphing glow remained firmly on his face.
Phil nodded and took another sip of water before he leaned himself on his armes over the table - focusing the still gloating Jake.
"Jake?" He motioned his head up left without breaking the eye contact.
"I keep the sugar up in that cabinet."
Jake threw his head around and scanned the whole kitchen. Baffled, he stared at the counter where he was working earlier.
"But-" he jumped up, still staring towards his past self working there, - using...
"Salt." Jake turned slowly around, his look dropped on the empty plate. "I used salt."
"You did." Phil confirmed.
Jake still seemed to run some analysis in his head, he finally met Phil's eyes.
"You ate them all." he whispered.
"I did."
"You ate salty pancakes." Slowly, Jake set himself in motion towards Phil, who was leaning back in his chair and nodded.
"Salty, most likely disgusting pancakes..."He build himself up in front of Phil. Slowly bending down, he brought his face closer and closer to Phil's. And there was that fire in Jake's eyes, more than just a spark. Greedy, he went straight for those damn perfect, soft, infuriating, intoxicating lips.
Tasting salt.
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LISTEN I love and live for all your omega anakin headcanons so how about both anakin and Obi wan sort of expect that anakin will be an alpha based off the fact he’s super headstrong and tall and what not but a few days before anakin presents anakin innocently keeps making comments about how Obi wan smells especially nice today 😇 and Obi-wan is like 🧐😯😳 once he realizes what it might mean (also the idea of omegas being way more feral and territorial than alphas is soooo chefs kiss 😘)
oh anon i am OBSESSED WITH THIS. i like to think unpresented people don't smell presented scents. like he can smell obi-wan's natural "human" scent but over time, maybe his eyes linger on the patch on his neck where it's most potent. maybe he gets extra cuddly. it's a slow, unassuming process until anakin leans in and comments on obi-wan's strong scent. anyway here's a very small scene playing in my brain over and over <3
"Is that new cologne, master?"
Obi-wan freezes mid sentence in his book. Of course, approaching nineteen, Anakin's presentation was far overdue and he'd carefully prodded their bond every few days for any potential changes. However, nothing quite clicked that it was actively occurring. There were: no immediate shifts in temper often associated with alphas, no sudden saturation of scent, no pain with his body adjustments. Nothing. The healers were nearly sure Anakin wouldn't present at all. A part of Obi-wan couldn't help the passing thought that it would be better that way. "What do you smell?"
Anakin, leaning over his exposed mechno arm where he'd been working, takes a test whiff. The affect of Anakin's new proximity is immediate. Their bond blooms pleasantly, and oh god, Obi-wan gets a full whiff of... pomegranate. Spices. A hint of sweet Jogan fruit. His thoughts click into place just as his mouth waters. The longer hugs. The passing comments of Obi-wan's apparent cologne. Ah.
"You smell so..." Anakin sighs, nostrils flaring. "Good. Strong but gentle. Like your favorite tea. Or the spray of an ocean wave. Or..."
He can't help but laugh - immediately after presenting, Obi-wan recalled wanting to put his nose in every crevice of the galaxy to experience it in an entirely new way. The same awe is on Anakin's face but rather than expected discomfort from an alpha's scent, he is... drawn forward to another alpha in the room. Eyes slide up to Obi-wan's neck and glance away with a certain shyness that's reminiscent of when he was much younger. Younger, and entirely human. His Padawan wasn't often shy - he'd grown out of it for the most part, but the heat on his cheeks is evident. Damning, even.
"Sorry, it's just," Anakin licks his lips, squeezing the tool between his fingers. "Really nice cologne. You should wear it more often."
Obi-wan bites his tongue. His scent, even for an alpha, is incredibly faint. If Anakin can smell it... "I don't wear cologne, dear one," he says carefully, unsure how Anakin might take the realization that he's presenting. Not just that - but as an omega. "Have you been experiencing sensory issues?"
Anakin's face pinches. "Sort of. But mostly I'm just achy. But I did so much sparring with the other senior Padawans the other day and Ferus Olin really has it out for me."
Obi-wan sets aside his book, a palm pressing against Anakin's forehead. As expected, it's hot to touch. "I see. Does my cologne help?"
This time, Anakin's gaze flickers, attentive. "Yeah, that's why I mentioned it actually. Why, Master, wh--oh. Oh."
A flash of horror crosses Anakin's face. He has yet to master the ability to control his facial expressions with his emotions, and Obi-wan sees it clear as day: the realization that he's presenting. Here. Now. Presenting and utterly drawn to someone that he shouldn't be, omega attached to the comfort of a scent he shouldn't find comfort in. Obi-wan brushes away what it means, what it will mean, to stand. "I think we should visit Master Che, Padawan."
#imprinting#i wanted to write more but i will stop good lord#love the idea of alphas not liking other alpha's scents so >:)#or omegas on an alpha scent GRRRRR#anakin imprinting on obi-wan HELLO#ask#anon#drabble#obikin#omegaverse
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IOTA Reviews: Multiplication
So, as flawed as the last episode was, it showed this season could have potential. Ladybug and Cat Noir had great teamwork, there were hints on more insight into Gabriel's backstory, and the conflict actually seems to be going somewhere this season. Do you think this episode will try to maintain this more serious tone? Eh... not really...
Let's get into the second (chronologically the second) episode of Miraculous Ladybug's fifth season: Multiplication
We start off right where the previous episode ended, with Ladybug telling Cat Noir about how Felix betrayed her, but Cat Noir, continuing to use that thing in his head most people call the brain, realizes this means that Felix and Monarch are connected somehow. However, just as they prepare to confront Felix, Master Su-Han appears to once again yell about how much Ladybug sucks at her job, because the writers don't know what else to do with the character. Su-Han raises a decent point about how dangerous Monarch is now, but after Ladybug and Cat Noir point out that they already got back the Rabbit Miraculous and plan to do the same with the other fourteen, he just breaks down crying and apologizes while the writers show us how little they know about a monk's lifestyle.
Yes. This is actually the show's explanation for why Su-Han barely appeared last season. Way to make my opinion of a character I already didn't like sink to an even lower than before.
At least in “Ephemeral”, Su-Han still had some semblance of dignity to him when he admitted he was wrong, but here, the writers just chose to make him into a complete joke. I mean, don't get me wrong, he is a constant reminder of how stupid the Order of the Guardians was, but the previous season at least tried to establish him as a more stern mentor for Ladybug. For Su-Han in this episode, they're saying that a disciplined monk, you know, the people who don't obsess over material possessions or act on their own selfish impulses, got distracted by modern technology and neglected to actually help Ladybug and Cat Noir in their battle against Shadowmoth unless he had to yell at them. The writers seriously managed to make Season 4 Cat Noir look more responsible by comparison, as he at least bothered to show up to more Akuma fights than Su-Han did.
And just like in “Ephemeral”, this is an extremely condensed version of what “Furious Fu” did. Su-Han once again comes to bitch and moan about how Ladybug isn't breathing right, he's called out for being an asshole, and immediately apologizes while any reasonable points he made are now irrelevant. What is even the point of his character when all he does is yell at Ladybug and learn the same lesson over and over again? Wouldn't it have made more sense for Su-Han to join Ladybug and Cat Noir on their chase after Monarch last episode instead of this scene? Even the writers don't see the point in the character, as Su-Han leaves to get reinforcements from the Order of the Guardians. Given how they couldn't even stop an out of control Sentimonster (Feast), we're obviously in good hands here.
Ladybug and Cat Noir transform into their space forms, Cosmobug and Astro Cat respectively, and fly over to London to confront Felix. When they get to his house, only his mother, Amelie, is there, and claims that he mysteriously went missing. So without a lead, they're back to square one for now. The two heroes fly back to Paris, and we get a really good pair of scenes featuring Marinette and Adrien.
With Marinette, she's alone in her room, she's imagining the Kwamis playing around and laughing, but knows they aren't really there as she goes to put away the box where she hides the Miracle Ball. Marinette tries to put on a brave face for Tikki, but almost immediately calls Alya to see if she can sleep over for the night. There's some great shading here, Marinette has some great facial expressions, and other than Marinette calling Alya, there's no dialogue, letting the scene speak for itself.
As for Adrien, he's shown to regret the fact that he let Felix manipulate him so easily and points out that he should have listened to Marinette. He takes her words into consideration and goes to tell Gabriel that he doesn't want to be a model anymore, finally speaking up for himself, and as a result, Gabriel is perfectly fine with it. It's another good scene that adds more depth to Adrien's character.
Alya tries to reassure Marinette that it wasn't her fault Felix tricked her, but their conversation quickly devolves into Alya saying how close Marinette is with Adrien, because the writers want to once again remind the audience that the two are totally made for each other.
Oh wow, they hung out a handful of times! This clearly means they would make a great couple.
Is this really the priority at the moment, writers? Marinette was talking about how dangerous Monarch is now that he has fourteen more Miraculous in his possession all because she screwed up, and now you're having Alya talk about how Marinette's feelings for Adrien are a good thing now? You did such a good job illustrating the stress Marinette is going through in her last scene, and now you're back to making jokes about her crush on Adrien at her expense? What's even worse is than when Marinette makes the reasonable decision to stop trying to be with Adrien, Alya has this to say.
Yeah, I specifically remember you trying to get Marinette to go after her again, like when you and Nino teamed up to force them to get together in the New York Special, and when you told her to go after Adrien after Kagami dumped him in “Mr. Pigeon 72”. She was clearly trying to move on in those instances, yet you still insisted that Adrienette could still be canon. It's honestly even worse here because Marinette specifically said her crush on Adrien was the reason Felix was able to trick her (putting aside the fact that she was marked by Risk, but this is what the narrative is saying right now), yet Alya is trying to convince her not to give up on Adrien... when it hasn't even been a day since the betrayal. This is anything but the priority at the moment, yet Alya continues to badger Marinette instead of understanding she's trying to sacrifice her personal feelings for the greater good.
And when Adrien conveniently calls Marinette while she and Alya are talking, Alya answers Marinette's phone for her and keeps teasing her for her crush on Adrien, because I guess since Alya lost the Fox Miraculous, she's just trying to see what will cause Marinette to snap and cut off all ties with her. When Adrien tells Marinette and Alya he's not going to be a model anymore, he tells Marinette how much she's supposedly helped him.
Uh... no.
Putting aside how little time Marinette and Adrien have actually spent in the past four seasons, for the most part, Adrien has mostly been giving Marinette advice (Kung Food, Makediktator, Chameleon). Sure, Marinette has done stuff for Adrien before (The Collector, Gorizilla, Simpleman), but she's almost never given him advice on how to handle certain problems outside of the Season 4 finale, and even then, she only did so because everyone else was too stupid to see how miserable he looked. The writers keep trying to make up for how little Marinette and Adrien have interacted by making these broad strokes in saying that they're closer than it seems, but fail to properly build up these moments, and as a result, moments where Adrien thanking Marinette for everything she's done look incredibly forced.
And the worst part? After four seasons, this is what causes Adrien to develop feelings for Marinette.
Don't get me wrong, I'm happy that Adrien is finally considering Marinette in a romantic light for reasons that don't relate to her being Ladybug, but there's not really a lot of weight to this. We don't see Adrien really think about how Marinette has been around him, or how this affects his feelings for Ladybug. The most we see is him think about how he should have taken her advice, and somehow, that translates to Adrien being in love with Marinette now, to the point where he tries to kiss her in a later scene. This honestly could have worked, but the writers really botched the execution here. This isn't even infuriating at this point. I'm just rolling my eyes at the obvious attempt to shake up the Love Square dynamic after doing nothing to change it for four seasons.
Right when Adrien goes to bed, we see Nathalie is still there and smiles at Adrien, because I guess she wanted to give Gabriel her two weeks notice instead of quitting on the spot. The next day, we see the writers just don't care about the identity rule anymore as Alim, Alix's father tells the class that his daughter is a superhero. Because it's not like he could have said she was visiting family in another country.
The class then talks about Monarch's growing threat, and Chloe raises a decent point that because Ladybug and Cat Noir won't give him their Miraculous, they're all in danger. Remember, only Ladybug, Cat Noir, the Kwamis, and Monarch himself know about what the Ladybug and Cat Miraculous can really do, so as far as the rest of Paris knows, the two heroes could stop him from endangering innocent lives. It's an interesting idea to see more people question the battle Ladybug and Cat Noir are waging against Monarch, but because Chloe is saying this, we're automatically supposed to disagree with her, as she makes the same old “Queen Bee is better!” joke that the writers keep reusing while forgetting to mention she's an ally of Monarch. And for some reason, Lila is the one to refute Chloe's claims that Ladybug made a mistake, not someone like Alya or Adrien. Again, this debate could have worked, yet because it's Lila defending Ladybug, we don't know how genuine she's being here.
We then get a montage showing two weeks passing in Paris, and it's a pretty decent sequence. Yeah, Adrien trying to kiss Marinette multiple times instead of confessing his feelings for her is uncomfortable to watch (especially since “Felix” claimed the real Adrien would never force a kiss on anyone), but we also get to see Ladybug and Cat Noir looking out for Akumas, and the civilians start preparing for whatever Monarch does next. Mylene teaches yoga to help people stay calm and avoid being akumatized, while Alya's older sister Nora teaches Alya and Nino how to box and defend themselves. It's one of the few times in the show that we see the people try to get ready for Monarch's onslaught. Of course, later into the montage, we see less people get invested in the preparations, which I guess is meant to justify why people will still get akumatized this season. Either that, or it's showing the civilians have gotten bored waiting Adrien also models for something, even though Gabriel said it was cool for him to stop modeling, as does Lila. It's a decent sequence of events, topped by showing Ladybug and Cat Noir playing cards to pass the time one day.
Two weeks later, after Marinette once again tries to avoid Adrien bluntly trying to kiss her (which comes across like a joke from the 1950's, not the 2020's), we finally see the first Akuma for the season, Ikari Gozen, the akumatized form of Kagami's mother, Tomoe, supposedly wanting to make a more “modern” city.
Ikari Gozen's design is... eh... I mean, the color scheme looks decent, but it honestly looks like a knockoff of Riposte. I also don't get why Tomoe is fused with her limo to look like a centaur, or why despite being blind, she can just see now. I just think if she stayed blind and had other dangerous powers to compensate for it, it would have made her stood out from other Akumas. However, unlike past seasons that lazily reused past Akumas, I actually like the idea of them reusing her here. Remember, in her episode, Ladybug and Cat Noir needed the help of Ryuko to defeat her, and now, they don't have that option. It does a great job establishing how tough the battle will be.
While she initially doubts herself again, Marinette transforms into Ladybug after a quick pep talk from Alya and Tikki, while Adrien transforms into Cat Noir. The two group up and obviously struggle against the giant robot samurai centaur. Cat Noir tries to Cataclysm Ikari Gozen's sword (where the Akuma was last time), but just as Ladybug manages to immobilize her, Ikari Gozen uses Multiplication, the power of the Mouse Miraculous, creating an army of slightly smaller, yet still giant, clones of herself. So not only is the already uphill battle going to be even harder, it means that this season, the Akumas will have powers of the Miraculous in Monarch's possession. I'll get to my feelings on this towards the end of the review.
After avoiding the Ikari Gozen Corps' wrath, Ladybug summons her Lucky Charm, a fishing pole, and manages to come up with a quick plan. She lures the clones to the local school where she tricks one of the Ikari Gozen clones into thrusting her sword into a room where it gets caught thanks to a trap set by Cat Noir, using the fishing pole's string and his own staff, making it easy for him to Cataclysm the sword.
After de-evilizing the Akuma, Ladybug asks Tomoe if she has the Mouse Miraculous, but she doesn't have it. Ladybug that Monarch somehow transferred the power of the Mouse Miraculous into the Akuma, uses Miraculous Ladybug to fix the damage and even though they're completely pointless now, she also gives Tomoe a Magical Charm. Once Ladybug and Cat Noir leave, Tomoe gives Gabriel a call.
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Yeah, I really don't get what the writers were going for here. This is clearly supposed to be a shocking reveal, and it had a little foreshadowing during the montage earlier, but we just don't know enough about Tomoe as a character to get invested in her suddenly being a villain now. At least Chloe and Lila were already put in antagonistic roles before they got involved with Gabriel's schemes, but the only “evil” thing Tomoe has done was act like a strict mother towards Kagami, who doesn't even appear in this episode. From her dialogue as Ikari Gozen, it's hinted she wants to create a technological utopia, but I guess that's going to be yet another mystery set up this season.
We then get to see a presentation by Gabriel, dressed in what can only be described as Colonel Sanders' prom suit.
He's promoting a new product called Alliance, a high-tech ring with an Akuma alert app and an Alexa-esque AI installed, with Adrien and Lila serving as the avatars for the latter program. Since Tomoe used the ring to contact Gabriel in the previous scene, as well as the fact that the opening featured Monarch wearing several multicolored rings in place of the other Miraculous he was seen wearing in “Evolution”, it’s implied this is how Monarch will give his Akumas the various powers the Miraculous have.
I'm... pretty mixed on the overall idea of this. I like the idea of combining supernatural elements with technology, but this is once again something that feels redundant once you remember everything the Butterfly Miraculous can do. In Season 1, there were three separate Akumas that already had the same powers as some of the Miraculous (Copycat, Antibug, Volpina), and Season 2 had an Akuma with the power to multiply itself already (Sapotis), so this new gimmick honestly feels redundant. Maybe later episodes will show Akumas utilizing multiple Miraculous powers, but I don't get why Monarch couldn't give his Akumas powers like this before he got fourteen other Miraculous.
It turns out that this promotional campaign was the final job Adrien had to do, as Gabriel was okay with him not wanting to be a model anymore. However, like the scene with Lila earlier, it's hard to really tell if Gabriel is being genuine or not. When it seems like the episode is about to end, we get a post-credits scene where we learn that Felix's plan to escape Ladybug and Cat Noir was to just hide out in his house while his mother says he isn't there. It's not clear how much Amelie knows of Felix's intentions right now, as she tells him she thinks the heroes believe he's a villain (because what's a few years in prison for harboring a fugitive, am I right?), but Felix waits until she's out of the room to take out the Peacock Miraculous. After putting on the Peacock Miraculous, Duusu, the Kwami connected to said Miraculous, meets Felix and asks if he's his new carrier, to which Felix ominously replies that “He's much more than that”, giving one last evil face to remind the audience that he's evil before we cut to black.
So yeah, Astruc’s seriously going forward and making Felix a villain just because he hates the PV that much. This should be a fun season for PV fans to suffer through sit through.
Honestly, this episode was just... okay. It did a decent job at setting up some of the character arcs and plotlines, showed more fallout to the events of the Season 4 finale, as well as showing the civilians' perspective on the current conflict. Even the Akuma fight, as short as it was, was a pretty enjoyable sequence. The scenes where Marinette and Adrien realized their own faults in the cause of their current situation was very well-written, and just like last episode, it's nice to see Ladybug and Cat Noir not constantly bickering and actually acting like superheroes after last season.
Of course, there were still a lot of dumb moments, specifically in the first act. Su-Han's one scene felt less like a humorous way to explain his absence during the fourth season, and more like the writers admitting they had no idea what to do with the character other than yelling at Marinette before writing him off yet again. As for Alix's situation, it really feels like the writers care less and less about the secret identity rule every season, and didn't even try to think of a clever way to explain where Alix was to the other students without jeopardizing the timeline. But the worst part has to be the way Adrienette is portrayed here. While I wouldn't say Adrien was outright insufferable in this episode, the way he acted on his newly developed feelings for Marinette was pretty uncomfortable. Seriously, he just expected Marinette, whether she also had feelings for him or not, to be perfectly okay with him trying to force a kiss on her, and kept doing it for about two weeks. Even “Cat Blanc” had Adrien talk to Marinette about his feelings for her instead of trying to smooch her on the spot. This part of the montage felt less like a scene from a romantic movie, and more like when Metallo tried to force Lois Lane to kiss him in that one episode of Superman: The Animated Series. But where that episode established Metallo was a degenerate hedonist who was obviously portrayed as being in the wrong, Adrien doing what's almost the same thing is something we're supposed to find funny. How in God's name did any broadcaster think this would be okay to show audiences, much less children?
Overall, despite a handful of bumps, this was a pretty serviceable episode that managed to set up a lot of stuff for the season, and compared to episodes where Seasons 3 and 4 set up their plotlines, it's more impressive than you might think.
THE BIGGEST IDIOT OF THE EPISODE IS... ALYA
She clearly failed to understand the stress Marinette was under after losing all of the other Miraculous a few hours ago, and instead chose to spend more time teasing her best friend for her crush on Adrien instead of understanding her decision to try and move on in order to focus on the bigger picture and stop Monarch. Not only did she also give up on her boxing lessons during the montage when she doesn’t have the Fox Miraculous anymore, but she also tried to help Adrien force a kiss on Marinette by restraining her one time, which is also played for laughs because the writers don't understand what the word “boundaries” means. The little pep talk she gave Marinette wasn't nearly enough to salvage her actions this episode.
#immaturity of thomas astruc#iota#miraculous ladybug#miraculous ladybug salt#ml salt#marinette dupain cheng#ladybug#adrien agreste#cat noir#chat noir#alya cesaire#rena rouge#rena furtive#alix kubdel#bunnix#bunnyx#chloe bourgeois#queen bee#queen b#gabriel agreste#hawkmoth#hawk moth#monarch#monarch miraculous#nathalie sancoeur#mayura#tomoe tsurugi#ikari gozen#tikki#plagg
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Reasons I love the Spymaster #69: OMINOUS yet dweeby dancing!
Find my full series under the HELP I WUVS HIM tag or at the why I love Dhawan Master tag.
#69: OMINOUS yet dweeby dancing!
Yes, this is different from #65: Ra-Ra-Rasputin! While that number appreciates the Spymaster's Rasputin persona in general and his psychological motivations for it, this is more specifically an appreciation of Sacha Dhawan's dance routine to Boney M's Rasputin.
In particular, I absolutely love the juxtaposition between his VERY SERIOUS facial expressions and his silly dance steps.
Looking baleful as he triggers his light show. What horrific menace will follow??
Ah yes, the truly bone-chilling vision of the Spymaster getting his groove on. Brrrr.
This is followed by fixed eye contact during a sideways hip shimmy. Right -- that would be the Dance Step of Evil Intent.
And then we get a deadpan stare and hip undulation. World's most threatening pelvic thrust.
As he nears the end of the routine and goes into a squat kick step, he finally makes a face: a sort of yelling sneer, as if he's saying, "HAH!"
That momentary scream drops off his face when he concludes the squat kick, and he pops up with his focused deadpan again, albeit edged with a satisfied smirk.
At the end of his performance, his posture seems a little out of whack, and he advances on the Doctor, his eyes fixed on her.
I was initially laughing at this dance because I assumed that the Spymaster's serious expression signified that he did not realize how ridiculous he looked. However, I'm pretty sure that he knows how ridiculous he looks, and that's a key part of the performance.
I've been discussing in other entries how much I enjoy Roger Delgado's performance as the Master because his facial expressions clearly show how much fun Delgado Master has being a mean, intimidating sadist on a power trip. I think something similar is going on here with the Spymaster.
We all know that the Spymaster is not happy with his current relationship with the Doctor, but he derives a lot of grim pleasure from this scene. For once, he's performing, and the Doctor has to pay attention to him. [Nevertheless, he keeps strict tabs on her -- invasively direct eye contact -- just to make sure that she does.] He's going to milk this for all it's worth.
The Spymaster is also sick of, in his interpretation, being controlled by the Doctor. In his view, she dictates his identity and every aspect of his life. In this moment, he feels as if he has control over her. He has immobilized her, and he's forcing her to watch him. He's being silly with his dance in part to emphasize that he can do whatever he wants, including getting his groove on, and she can't stop him [neener neener neener!].
I love the choreography here because it makes the character both ridiculous and threatening at the same time. He employs his ridiculous antics and appearance to enhance his power and apparent mastery of the situation.
@natalunasans @sclfmastery @timeladyjamie
#sacha dhawan#the master#spymaster#the spymaster#why I love Dhawan Master#HELP I WUVS HIM#rasputin#boney m#dancing#dweeby dancing#OMINOUSLY DWEEBY dancing#doctor who#the power of the doctor#dw meta
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Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Micro-Series #5
Splinter
Read Date: December 29, 2022
Cover Date: June 2012
● Writer: Erik Burnham ● Art: Charles Paul Wilson III ● Colorist: Jay Fotos ● Letterer: Shawn Lee ● Editor: Bobby Curnow ●
**HERE BE SPOILERS: Skip ahead to the fan art/podcast to avoid spoilers
Reactions As I Read:
● the most human I've ever seen Splinter's eyes; simultaneously cool and terrifying
● "Now is not the time for you to talk, Hamato Yoshi. Now is the time for you to listen." - great advice that we should all follow more often than we do
● Master Masato is a wise sensei
● Tang Shen and Hamato Yoshi meet
● Yoshi and Oroku Saki are sent out on a blood contract
● lol the facial expressions during the fight are hilarious
● Yoshi and Shen are already married. Yoshi drags himself home to see her one more time before he dies of his wounds
● she forbids that he die because she is pregnant with who will become Leonardo
● a few years pass, they have 4 sons, and Oroku Saki becomes leader of the Foot Clan
● he defies Saki, and Tang Shen is killed in retaliation
● Yoshi goes into hiding with his sons
● aww, Splinter tells us how his wife lives on through their sons: intelligence and curiosity (Donatello), passion (Raphael), concern for others (Leonardo), and joy in all things (Michelangelo)
● "Saki does not know that my sons live again, but does that matter? He is searching for mutants. If he finds them, he with either bend them to his will or destroy them. Allowing either of these things to happen would be an insult to the memory of Tang Shen. It would be more than my heart could bear." 🥺😭
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Synopsis:
Splinter is facing an army of Foot Ninja. He knows his sons think he is unshakably calm, ever in a zen state of mind, but he knows this is not so. Buried deep within him is a rage, one he tries very hard to suppress, and in this moment wants to give in to. His anger is directed towards Oroku Saki, known as the Shredder in this life, who has hunted him and his family through two lifetimes. Although in his former life Splinter was Hamato Yoshi, and he retains all his skills and memories, he has not taken a life in his new mutant body, and does not wish to change that.
Splinter struggles to maintain his composure. Part of him wants to slay Saki, and put an end to his evil before it stains the lives of countless others. Splinter knows he must remain in control of his emotions if he is to make it out of this situation alive.
Splinter suddenly remembers an event from his former life as Hamato Yoshi. Yoshi is beating up one of his peers when Master Masato arrives and orders him to cease and walk with him. Masato orders Yoshi to be silent as they walk through the woods. Masato explains to Yoshi that fire is a useful tool, albeit one that must be controlled properly, lest it become a danger to oneself. Masato points out that the anger within Yoshi is like fire, and he must learn to control it before it consumes him. He orders Yoshi to meditate on this until he comes to peace with it. Yoshi was at first furious over being sent off to meditate alone; it was then he realized that his being so angry proved Master Masato's point. He sat in quiet meditation for several hours.
Yoshi is startled by someone approaching and falls into a creek. He is at first indignant but calms down when he sees it is a pretty woman who has approached him. The woman, Tang Shen, offers to build Yoshi a fire to dry his wet clothes. During that first conversation, Yoshi's anger began to fade, and so the two began to see each other more and more often, until they got married.
During tea with Master Masato, Masato compliments Yoshi on his increased focus and skill as a result of gaining control of his anger. Oroku Saki, who is also present, is annoyed by the praise offered to Yoshi. Masato tells the two of them that they are being sent out an assignment to avenge the fallen son of a lord of a clan. Masato details the plan and the two set out later that night.
Yoshi and Saki are outside the building they are to infiltrate to assassinate their target when Saki decides that a change of plan is necessary; he will distract the guards, while Yoshi enters the building to eliminate the target. Yoshi's mind was clouded by anger called forth by Oroku Saki and he charged into the building blindly, losing the element of surprise and forcing himself to fight two armed men. He narrowly eliminates the two but is nearly defeated by the lord they were sent to kill, but his love for and determination to see Tang Shen again helped him persevere. Yoshi stumbled home, afraid he would die before seeing Tang Shen one last time. She insisted he remain strong, as if he could make it home he could surely survive. She also informed him that he was going to be a father. Over the next few years, Yoshi and Tang Shen had three more children, all sons.
Yoshi finally had the peace he had so long sought, until Saki rose to Jōnin of the Foot Clan. In a fit of rage at Saki's despicable actions, Yoshi renounced the Foot Clan and left (following events seen in The Secret History of the Foot Clan). Unfortunately Tang Shen paid the price for Yoshi's disobedience, and Yoshi and his sons were forced to flee for their lives. While on the lam, Yoshi's youngest son asked him why they had to eat nothing but berries for their dinner, enraging Yoshi. It was then that Master Masato's words of wisdom returned to him, and he broke down and apologized for being angry with his son. Although Yoshi mourned the loss of his wife, even now in his life as Splinter, he realizes that much of Tang Shen lives on in their sons: her intelligence and curiosity (his son in purple), her passion (his son in red), her concern for others (his son in blue), and her joy for life (his son in orange).
As Splinter fights the Foot Ninja, he is grateful for the fact that the Shredder does not yet know his sons are alive. He knows he will need the element of surprise to aid them in what he has just realized must be done: the Shredder must die. As countless Foot Ninja lie defeated at his feet, Splinter asks the Shredder if he remembers the promise he made before he was killed by Oroku Saki in his past life: that they would meet again, and it would be the end of Saki.
(https://turtlepedia.fandom.com/wiki/Splinter_(IDW_issue))
Fan Art: TMNT Splinter Digitpaint by RobDuenas
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strictly come dancing
“Don’t give the enemies ideas!” Delancey had chastised her earlier. Elincia paid her no mind, clearly.
She watches like a hawk as Ingrid, Merric and Shez go through the choreography. No matter her warnings, Merric and Shez were her friends. Her students. They were more her people than Delancey could hope to be. Elincia would help them with whatever she could, as both a dear friend and their teacher.
Even if it felt like pulling teeth.
Merric wasn’t a bad dancer per se, although he lacked his own flair and groove. His movements were so focussed on being correct that they lacked individuality. A chance to show his personality on stage. Perhaps he was just trying to master the choreography before trying to add his own take, they could discuss ideas after. How and where to add dynamics, facial expressions, things to take his dancing from fine to great. Although that would clearly have to wait.
Ingrid and Shez kept colliding with one another, both of them getting the direction wrong in different sections. With limbs failing, Shez lacked any sort of tension or power in his movements and seemed to rush his way through the choreography. On the other hand, Ingrid was as stiff as a board. Her moves were restrained, jerky and slow. A far cry from her grace upon a pegasus, lance in hand. Elincia knew both of them could move well, had seen it with her own eyes. With a weapon in hand the pair were both fluid and controlled. However, with music in the background. They seemed to lose all sense of co-ordination entirely. She had to put a stop to this before someone was hurt.
“Okay, okay stop!” Elincia shouts, stepping forward and turning the music player on the kiwi phone off. “I’m going to need all three of you to separate, to start with. Merric, you’re fine. Room for improvement but you’re doing well enough. I’d like you to run through the choreo again but think a little less.”
The trio quieted and she took a moment to shoot Merric a reassuring smile. He was doing well, he could just do with being a little less calculated. The odd mistake was a worthwhile trade off for a more energetic and personal performance. So long as he didn’t degenerate to the level of his classmates.
“Don’t be scared about making little mistakes, you have this down. Try it with a little more bounce or charm - whatever feels comfortable for you. Dancing isn’t just about movement, it’s about personal expression!” Her shoulders drop as she faces Ingrid and Shez. If they could manage the movements it would be a small miracle. Elincia wasn’t going to give up on them though. Who knows what would happen if one of them was voted off? Would they simply cease to be in this tale? “On the other hand, you two need to get that down first. Then we can build up. You have opposite issues. Ingrid, you’re so stiff it looks like moving is painful for you. Shez, points for enthusiasm but your limbs are all over them. I know you’ve developed muscle control from your training but you need to apply it.”
“Let’s see, shall I go through the first count or two and then let you two have ago? Try to copy me and then I’ll give you some tips and personal help?”
Flicking the music app on her kiwi Phone, Elincia starts playing the music and stands still through the first few beats to create tension. Then she takes herself through the steps, trying not to overcomplicate it. A simple step back on her left foot then swinging the right out. An arc of her right arm as she brings her legs together, bending her knees and waving her hand through four more beats, until her arm was fully extended. Then she turned to her allies.
“Okay, now it’s your turn. Merric, just give me a shout if you need any help.” He was such a gentleman though, would he really feel comfortable interrupting them? Possibly not, she’d have to adjust her teaching methods to include him. It would be easier to keep track of all three of them if they were easily in her field of view, too. “Actually, come over here. You have this polished. Show them how you do it - I want them at your level by the end of today.”
“You’re doing really well, I think what you’re doing is perfectly fine. I do think you have the potential to really shine though, so please forgive me if I push you a little.”
As beautiful as they are, she hopes Ingrid and Shez have some other skills to make their mark in this competition. It looked like dancing was going to be an uphill battle.
@damegalantea, @zesevral or @windsheedme
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God of the Wild Things, Cernunnos, Bon's origin in a sense of what his soul was and is. Though he isn't sure how or why it was him with the purity of the beings' existence, he did understand a little few things here and there when he found snippets about the Other Being. Bon remembers when he was wild and free, his blood thrived in the wilderness with White, the embodiment of Cernunnos in wolf form, at his side. He remembers the calming sensation of peace and warmth in his most nightmarish of nights, of another being resting their hand upon his head to ease his aches. In other things, Bon remembers staring into the eyes of men and watching the deranged need to fight, die out, with lucid sorrow as they break down and apologize over and over and over towards him, at him, for him.
It was a strange existence as far as he knew, but the more he knew, the more he took note of himself. Learning his dictionary words for the week, learning his emotional pains and physical strengths with the Pack Doctor and socializing more and more to learn social cues, facial expressions and over all life that he avoided from fear. Bon believed himself to be heading in the right direction for something better.
Learning plants from Tia Loni, fighting and defensive things from Auntie Katia, cooking from Leader Artem, love and happiness from Papa and Anthony - brotherhood was Robbie and understanding his feelings of gratitude were a little more than just that about Mr. Happy aka Niklaus. Bon was slowly feeling more and more human compared to his natural feral. Though he knew that he'd never lose that side of him - if anything - it thrived all the more, since he could now fully separate his mindset from each side.
Lacking a voice in his head like others tried to explain to him only made him believe in himself more. After all, he didn't need to sit and think about something in a manner of fighting his own thoughts and feelings. He went with which ever felt the strongest. Could get him into trouble at times but it was worth it since it gave him the answers he sought for.
With his hands on books and papers, he read at his own pace, slow and steady but every word making a dent in his growing smarts. Looking to his dictionary whenever he got stuck on a word and using the speaker app to help him sound it out to fully master the confusion. It was a process he enjoyed when he was able to sit still, though that a fight and half too. He got his methods, though, dressed in warm jammies and sporting one of his many smiley face cushions on his lap as he sat at the table.
Looking over the book's edge and tilting his head, he tried to fathom what he was reading - repeating what he read with miming words to return to the passage then humming with his head tilting back. "Don't think I'm able to do that?" Out loud he commented, the idea that Cernunnos - was a being of many titles but his main making or belief of area control was balancing hunters and prey - calming the natural balance of instinctual hunting, settling differences of predator and prey. A harmonizing of two nature of wills…. That, Bon felt like, he did without thought. Thus, something he knows as a "passive gift"?
He'll have to ask Papa later, but this seemed to be something he could get onboard with.
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Safe Haven
There he is exiting the silver prison gates to my car within this stern facial expression so hardcore.
He opens the car door slipping in to the seat he turns to face with me leaning to give me a kiss.
He seems a bit different today he lays his head on me with that faux fur jacket in my face.
The air conditioner in the car blows rushing in to our face sitting back in to the seat he smirks.
Ideas are percolating in his mind God knows what he thinks and he kisses down my neck sweetly.
His hard abs press on my side skin rubbing on my skin it’s cooling affect on me is very impressive.
The car speed upward on the block feeling his body on my I love his hands spread over me.
This tough guy obviate become a pussy fog life I should thank who ever I did it to him thought he is mad.
I am the one who is truly going to reap all of the rewards of it and he kisses upward to my lips.
My mind became roam with many crazy idea snapping my finger his eyes roll back in to the socket.
The his eye kids close and head falling back on to my shoulder I crack up laughing as his cock rises.
I whisper him to imagine being alone in the car with an automatic driver cruise control taking you on a wild ride.
Parking a few minutes later snapping him to reality he is mindless puppet state he exits the car.
He follows me in to the apartment building on to the staircase staring ahead in total obedience
The door closes automatically locking in place as expected I face him pointing to yet chair.
Leaning in to him I grab his kissing leaning in to him kissing him slowly I usurp what little power he has left.
Happily I walk over to the shades switching them off as the darkness settles in I sit in his lap.
Continuously I guide him to the Lowe self his breaking point he no longer is in control of anything.
“I am your Lord and Master”
“Yes Master Lawrence “
“Place your hands on my waist “
“Kiss me, embrace it”
“You love my lips “
“They taste so good”
“No thoughts “
“No worries “
“Inhale my scent “
“You love it “
“Feel my body “
“It’s perfect “
“Everything about me”
“You obey me”
“I command you “
“Own you “
“You desire only me”
“Willing to be transformed”
“You are my Safe Haven Master Lawrence “
The end
Pretty Fire
“Hey Colton, what’s up?”
“Are you ready?”
“Bowling Alley”
“Hell yeah!”
“Hello”
“Master Lawrence? Am I right “
“Yep! That’s me”
“Let’s go “
“Hell yeah !”
“I will beat you both”
“Sorry Master”
“Master Lawrence “
“Here we are “
“Let’s do this “
“Nice lights “
“Cool…cool”
“I mean really look”
“Yeah! It is beautiful “
“Oh My God”
“Can’t stop staring at it”
“My eyes are growing heavy”
I stand behind him wrapping his arms over his shoulder pressing him against him telling him to look at the lights
.
I stare to rubbing his shoulders while I kiss his cheek and he squirms pressing my cock in his ass.
Colton slips on his feet falling back in to my arms my scent covering his whole body in my wonder.
“Wow! I am your Lord, Master and God”
“I own and rule you “
“Yes! Master Lawrence “
“Fuck me”
“Please “
“I crave your control”
The end
Fuck Wad
aron and Colton are fast asleep even past the sound of the heavy knocking on the front door of my apartment and I am far to pissed for me to care about whatever the asshole wants.
There he is the Stephen Amell owner of the building very inquisitive about current event in my life why did I ignore the rules of my lease and the hot air puffs flow from his ears.
“Before you say anything “
“Listen to me”
“Sigh”
“Did you just “
“I tried
“What?”
“I can’t take you seriously “
“How dare you ?”
“Bois help him in”
“Nooo! HELP!”
“Coved his moronic mouth “
“Seal it shut”
“Much better “
“Take a whiff of this”
“Struggling huh?”
“Didn’t think so”
“Mwahahahahaha “
“I love it “
“Disrobe him”
“Nice body “
“Play with him and then dress him in this “
“Boss?”
“Just do it “
“Geez”
“Sit him in the chair to”
Snap
“What huh?”
“Where am I?”
“I am your Master Lawrence “
“Kneel for me “
“Yes! Master Lawrence “
The end
#taron egerton#safe haven#hypnosis#mind control#colton haynes#bowling alley#The Ultimate Nerd’s Stable#Pretty Fire#stephen amell#sebastian stan
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DR.STRANGE: & The Windows Of Realms Issue#3
Lord Laughs walks across the existence of the reality zooming in through several stars until he stops. Lord Laughs touched the blank space as a vortex opens to Wakanda. Lord Laughs then transforms into 19 year old Sam as he walks through the portal and enter Shuri’s lab. Sam looks around as he yawns.
“Where am I again? Looks like Master Dathrow sent me here.”
Shuri was wearing what appeared to be her Black Panther suit, but open closer inspection, it was just some pajamas, though it did look realistic enough. The socks even had yellow paw pads on the bottom. The girl jumped back, scrambling her hands around to support herself on the table.
‘How did you get in here?!’
Sam looks at Shuri. “Hey do you know where I am?, I’m looking for the Sarcor system apparently I have a job there.”
He walks up to Shuri. “Whoa what are you wearing?”
‘Hey, hey back up!’ Shuri stood herself back up, taking a few cautious steps back from the surprisingly calm man.
‘What I’m wearing is none of your business! What’s your ‘job’ here?’
Sam:”Uh I’m not sure, is this one of the many earths in space? I mean the last Earth I’ve been too didn’t look this futury, I mean it had a lot of trees though and a giant eye in the sky for some reason.”
Sam walks up to Shuri. “I’ll admit I’m a bit lost, my Master God Dathrow was sending me to a random planet in the sarcor system, can you point me in the right direction?”
Shuri knew that the boy in front of her, if he was telling the truth, was from somewhere other then Earth and seemed rather innocent, but still decided to proceed with cautious. ‘Look, I’m gonna tell you what you need to know, as long as you tel me what your doing here, okay?’ She offered. ‘You’re on Earth, you’re just in Wakanda and my name is Shuri.’
Sam:”Uhhhh wait a minute this is Wakanda? Like in those comic books on Earth-Y? This looks nothing like Wakanda? And you look nothing like Shuri at all!”
Sam walks around, “so this is an Earth where Wakanda actually exists? That must mean Stark Industries possibly exist here.”
You don’t seem to be from around here, are you?’ The girl narrowed her eyes at the boy, following his steps with a small amount of caution.
‘I can assure you, I know who I am, now why are you here?’ She asked, placing a hand on her hip.
Sam rubbed his head in confusion. “Wait this must be the planet I was sent too? So now I just have to look for the target.” Sam begins to walk away from Shuri to the other end of the lab. He gets into a meditative position as a strange aura emits from his body. His eyes began to glow red. He looks over at Shuri. There’s a lot of ticklish Sensitivity coming from her Sam thinks to himself. He then stands up. “Wait I think your the target”,Sam says pointing at Shuri.
‘What do you mean a target? A target for what?’ She asked impatiently, following him to the other side of the lab. This boy was confusing at least, supernatural at most at this point. And overall, potentially dangerous. ‘M-me?’ She asks, taking a step back. ‘You better stay away from me then!’
Sam:”sorry have to test something out first.” Sam teleports infront of Shuri and grabs her left hand. He then scratches and wiggles his fingers on her palm tickling it.
Shuri let out a small squeak at the sudden touch, before quickly batting away his hands, leaning onto her heels as she prepared to run. ‘H-hey, what do you think you’re doing?’
Sam then steps back. “Ok so you are the target…”,Sammy grins as his eyes glow red again. He then feels fear as his facial expression changed to pain and sadness and he starts to transform into a hovering dark figure with a dark smile.
Lord Laughs:”Now that I’m in control and that useless brat is out of the picture my transformation is now complete.”
He holds out his hand rising Shuri in the air.
Lord Laughs:”Your the tickle target girl…”
Shuri took in a sharp exhale of breath. This boy definitely have some issues with him, but she was more worried about herself at the moment. She kicked around in the air, wiggling her body about to the best of her ability. She would’ve reached down for one of the weapons on the desk, but they were already out of reach. ‘T-tickle target?’ She squeaked out in fear.
Lord Laughs grins. His claws scribble, scratch and tickle across Shuri’s abdomen. He tickles up and down her stomach and lightly pokes her belly button through her Wakandan clothes.
‘I dahahahaan’t knahahahaahAHAHAHAw whahahaaht your gahahahahahahme is, buhahaahahahahahahaht geheheheheeht ahahahahahaff!’ Shuri ordered loudly, kicking her legs back and forth as she flailed her body around, hiding her head between her forearm as laughter poured out.
Lord Laughs:”You think your orders work on me…here I am the one in control…now let’s find more weakspots…”
Lord Laughs begins to tickle Shuri’s armpits & Soles as well.
While her armpits weren’t as sensitive, even throw her socks, she was squirming around and laughing a lot louder from the tickling against her soles. ‘Stahahahahahaahhap nhaahahahahahaw!’
A dark ooze surrounded the entire area of The Lab as Shuri watches in horror…
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[BCU]DR.STRANGE: & The Windows Of Realms Issue#3: THE ATTACK ON THE SORCERERS, THE SORCERY WARS , & THE WAR OF SORCERY (Part 1: Doctor Strange & The Curse Of Agamotto: Chapter 1: The Warning Of Fate!)
EXT. DESSERT—DAY
We get a close-up of hands messing with a piece of technology.
BOY
Come on damn it! Come on!
A mound Serge of energy starts to glow from the tech the boy just put together.
He then points it at the sky. The Sky starts to create a wind storm as a vortex is immediately activated by the beacon interdimensional flare gun the Boy fires into the sky.
BOY
Here we go!
A greenish-orange vortex opens from the sky and slowly sucks The Boy within it.
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EXT.NEW YORK — DAY
We get a grand view of New York City before we cut to The Sanctum Sanctorum.
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INT.SANCTUM SANCTORUM — NEW YORK — DAY
Dr.Strange stares out the giant oval-shaped window of The Sanctum Sanctorum. A ball of yellow energy emits from one of his hands.
DR.STRANGE
Illumination.
The light from the ball spreads around the Sanctorum leaving behind thousands of glowing golden dots all around Dr.Strange. He stares at all of them as the glowing dots start to turn dark red.
DR.STRANGE
Wait a minute. This is…bad.
Doctor Strange opens a portal and walks through it.
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INT.ILLUMINATI HQ — OUTSIDE SPACE-TIME
A Golden yellowish vortex opens as Dr.Strange leaps out yelling as he closes the portal.
DR.STRANGE
What the hell is going on?!
An employee waves at him. She approaches him with a bright artificial smile.
EMPLOYEE
Sorry Doctor Strange, we set up a
The barrier between this realm and many others.
DR.STRANGE
I can see that…
EMPLOYEE
Good morning Dr.Strange. Would you like some coffee?
DR.STRANGE
Sharon, why are universes collapsing all over the near Multiverse? Where are all these anomalies even coming from?
SHARON
You don’t know? I’m surprised that you of all people are having a hard time with this.
DR.STRANGE
Every time I try to find a clear point in the fabric of reality I keep coming up blank. Something is blinding my magic from detecting the source behind this madness.
SHARON
Someone has been altering universes. Their presence is causing a chaotic disturbance in the near multiverse.
DR.STRANGE
Since I can’t pick up a reading of the source. How do we stop the effects on those universes from spreading?
SHARON
The rest of The Head Council says the universes will have to wait until we find the culprit.
DR.STRANGE
Those Universes affected should be our main priority at the moment.
SHARON
Not when we still have yet to neutralize the threat.
DR.STRANGE
Those worlds are under our protection!
SHARON
They are not the objective anymore Dr.Strange. Our Universe is. Besides The Head Council is currently expecting you. You don’t want to be late after all.
Dr.Strange stares at Sharon with a look of disbelief.
SHARON
Would you still like That Coffee?
He floats towards the main office of The Illuminati. Ultron bots follow him. Sharon smiles as he flies away.
SHARON
Have a nice day now.
Sharon creepily stares as Dr.Strange continues to float away.
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EXT.HELL’S KITCHEN — NEW YORK—DAY
A small electric-looking blue vortex rips through the air as The Boy steps out. He noticed he was in the corner of an alley.
BOY
Where am I?
The Boy walks out of the alley. He sees Hell’s Kitchen. The Boy hears the honk of a car and sees one driving by him. A guy across the street gets splashed with water from a puddle the car drove over.
GUY
Oh, come on!
The Boy looks up at the buildings and the sky.
BOY
Wait, this place looks so primitive. Is this even earth? It’s like I’ve gone back in time.
The Boy walks around the city. He looks around at the setting around him. He then takes out a futuristic blue glowing short blade and attaches it to a futuristic looking gun. He then aims it at the sky.
He pulls the trigger firing it but the red energy releasing from it shuts down his weapon/device.
BOY
Damn it!
He starts hitting the weapon/device.
BOY
Stupid piece of crap.
He shoves it away in his belt.
Boy:”I better get out of here before it’s too late…”
He sprinted off.
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INT.THE COUNCIL OF THE ILLUMINATI — ILLUMINATI HQ — OUTSIDE SPACE TIME
Dr.Strange continues to argue with The Council.
DR.STRANGE
“So we’re just going to sit here and not look into the constant errors in reality?”
IRON MAN
“Listen Doc, we’ve been preparing for this. Ultron has picked up on an energy source heading this way from the unknown.
We have to figure out where that’s coming from, we can’t be certain what to do.”
REED/MR.FANTASTIC
I’m afraid Tony’s right Stephen. Until I can pinpoint where this force of nature is and find out what it is I don’t think it be wise for us to jump into the Frey.
DR.STRANGE
“Come on. You’re all looking at this as Scientists. I get your going off of statistics and continuity but the mystic realm is my own and since it is on my side I believe I should look into this from a spiritual lens beyond those limitations.”
PROFESSOR XAVIER
Trust us Stephen, we’ll figure this out. While useful your magic is out of scope and unstable since The Baron Mordo incident, If we pick up on anything serious we’ll inform you.
Dr.Strange leaves the council annoyed.
A Few Days Later…
A Huge Rift opens up in space above the earth. We cut to The Sanctom Sanctorum as Dr.Strange senses The Prescience while meditating in the air through levitation and immediately falls over.
He opens a portal and enters it. He walks up to see Dr.Fate look through a golden book at his library. Dr.Fate looks over at Stephen. “ I take it you sensed it too Strange”,says Fate as he turns back to his book.
Dr.Strange looks panicked as he utters the words,”He’s here!”…
Dr.Strange instantly wakes up from his sleep. He starts to get up. “Another Multiversal dream in my sleep of events from other universes”,he writes down in an old brownish book with dust. The words glow.
He closes the book.
….
Dr.Strange walks over throw the dark halls of The Sanctum. Wong approaches him. Wong:”I sense you had more visions from parallel worlds?” Dr.Strange makes a cup of tea appear in his hand before making a sip.
“Yes, Wong by any chance has The Ancient One ever mentioned a person known as Dr.Fate?”,Dr.Strange asks.
“Dr.Fate? He was one of the most powerful sorcerers in The Multiverse”,says Wong walking away.
“How come I haven’t heard of him?”, Dr.Strange asks.
“The Ancient One, had destroyed all records of Dr.Fate, and forbid anyone else who knew him in
The Sanctum from ever mentioning his existence again,”Wong stated plainly.
“Why would he?…”,Dr.Strange stops for a second.
Wong:”Dr.Fate almost destroyed our world, not even The Ancient One could defeat him , Strange. His sorcery was beyond our capabilities. It didn’t take much for him to even cast spells, he was like a God.
The Ancient One’s only chance to defeat him was from The Aid of Two Powerful Gods, The Presence & The One Above All. They were God Kings Of The Omniverse. With their help The Ancient One was able to seal Dr.Fate away far off in the negative realm. After that many other Dr.Fates from other Universes, Dimensions & other plains of existence tried to approach ours to settle peace for the harmful actions of a bad Doppelgänger Variant but The Ancient One wouldn’t have it & with The Agreement of The Lord Council, No Dr.Fate was allowed to come here on Earth for Humanity’s Devine protection.”
Wong begins to walk away. “Wait I don’t understand was he an enemy? How did this even happen?”,Dr.Strange asks confused.
Wong turns back to Dr.Strange. “Dr.Fate was
The GrandMaster Of Sorcery for The Ancient One.
Out of all his mystical teachers in his village, Dr.Fate was his first. He taught The Ancient One & his close friend Kaluu nearly everything they knew and in return one of them was meant to take the place of his current vessel merging with Dr.Fate to keep The Universe and further protection of The Multiverse and the natural balance of the cosmos.”
Dr.Strange:”Vessel?”
Wong:”The Ancient One was chosen much to the envy of Kaluu, but refused upon realizing he’d loose most of his life in servitude, and wanted freedom.
Kaluu in a desperate attempt at great powers beyond human limitations gave himself up to Dr.Fate. The Ancient One witnessed the corruption of Dr.Fate due to him merging with Kaluu. Kaluu was already corrupted when he made a deal with Mephisto,
The Devil Of Our Universe. Dr.Fate was aware of the situation and through a spiritual link worked with The Ancient One in secret to defeat Kaluu & Mephisto from within. After that Dr.Fate & Kaluu were defused from each other to prevent utter destruction. Kaluu was sealed away in The Negative Realm and The Ancient One placed Dr.Fate away in an ancient Egyptian temple. One day a boy and his father found The Temple. The father was killed by The Temple’s security. The boy’s name was Kent Nelson. Overhearing The alarm of The Mystical Security system in The Temple go off and The cries of The boy. The Ancient One arrived. He took The Boy in and raised him under the ways of the mystic arts. Kent Nelson was very much gifted in the mystic arts like yourself adapting to the knowledge of the spells at an impressive time span, Dr.Fate then believed the boy was destined to be his new vessel. The Ancient One was against it but the decision was entirely up to Kent, who was curious which lead to greed like Kaluu, soon he accepted the opportunity and was aged up to be Fate’s new vessel, much to The Ancient One’s sadness.”
Dr.Strange:”Wait so Kent Nelson merged with Dr.Fate becoming his new vessel?”
Wong:”Yes very much indeed but Kent was corrupted by The Lords Of Order & Chaos , other Gods in our universe that control cosmic events through the balance of Order & Chaos. They used Kent & Dr.Fate for their own desires, which would’ve undone The natural state of our world for the change the fate of another, The Ancient One had to put a stop to it or we would all be dead. Dr.Fate was sealed away because he’s very dangerous. I hope this lesson can be a warning to you Strange.”
Wong then continues walking away. Dr.Strange then looks down at his watch on his wrist…
The Day passed as Dr.Strange was sleeping once again but something wasn’t right. He was having another mystical vision of within the multiverse…
…..
DREAM SEQUENCE:
Wong:”He’s not really a man, he is an elemental servant of Lord Laughs & The Gods Of Darkness. He can take the form of mortals like us and enter many realms like ours, I’m beginning to believe he used the powers from the Gods of darkness to enter our reality without our clear knowledge.”
Dr.Strange:”Dr.Fate & I sensed him Wong, his power is too great for any magical system blockade.”
Dr.Fate:”I must contact The Gods Of Order for any kind of protection for our reality.”
Deadman:”Are you sure that’ll be enough at this point!”
……………….
Dr.Strange shifts over in his bed disturbed.
……………….
Jan immediately falls over.
JAN
“Ahahahahahaha!!!!!!!! Damn you!!!HAhAANnOOnNoO!!HoahaoahaAOAHoAaohaSsTToOpPIiITT!!”
She starts rolling around on the ground as she grabs her stomach.
……………….
Dr.Strange shifts over in his bed on the other side disturbed.
……………….
Zatanna:”What is this feeling…”
Zatanna grabs her stomach and then her armpits before grabbing her feet sending herself on the ground…
ZATANNA
Ahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OohOoHohoHAOAHaoooHAOHOAohoSShhIiTTHoOhooohnNOoNNnOOoO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
……………….
Dr.Strange shifts over in his bed back on the other side disturbed. His eyes begin to slowly open as they glow red but he’s still asleep…
……………….
Constantine chants an ancient language while meditating.
CM (Shazam) starts being taken over by this red aura he then instantly turns back into a kid and falls over on the floor.
Billy:”Ahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OohOoHohoHAOAHaoooHAOHOAohoSShhIiTTHoOhooohnNOoNNnOOoO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
………………
DR.FATE
The Gates Of Death have opened Dr.Strange…your destiny begins now!…
……………
The Planet Earth 🌎 in outer space grows a big eyes and mouth, as it starts laughing 😂 … “HAHAHAHAHA!!!!” Before 💥 it explodes…
………………
Dr.Strange falls out of his bed waking up instantly.
He then storms out of his room and further down the halls of The Sanctum. “Dr.Strange your up?”,says Sharon confused. “Yes this is important. I need you to wake up Wong!”,says Dr.Strange.
Sharon:”What’s going on?”
Dr.Strange:”We have to unseal Dr.Fate…”
Sharon:”What?! But you told me how dangerous he is! We have to trust Wong, we can’t release Dr.Fate?!”
Dr.Strange:”it’s the only way we can close this rift that’s heading straight for our reality!”
Dr.Strange opens a portal and immediately leaps through it. Sharon watches in horror.
“STEPHEN!!!”,she cries in fear.
Dr.Strange enters The Negative Realm as The Portal closes in front of Sharon…
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Stark Industries Malibu California:
Tony sits back in his seat looking at a holographic screen. “Jarvis I need know why my signal has gone off multiple times today?”
Jarvis:”Sir you have received many calls from Ms Potts.”
Tony:”I’d love to answer that but there appears to be a crisis in nearly every state right now.”
Tony looks at his tv with the news on as it reports an explosion 💥 going off on the Baxter Building in New York City. “That does not look too good”,Tony says.
Tony:”Jarvis, any updates on The Avengers Mansion right now?”
Jarvis:”there have been no signs of danger at The Avengers Mansion. The security has been activated by the command Dr.Hank Pym.”
Tony gets up from his seat. “Something tells me I’m in for it Jarvis. Ok how about The Tower?”
Jarvis:”The Avengers Tower is not under attack as well. Steve Rogers & James Rhodes continue to train the troops of Avengers Academy there.”
Tony:”huh Well that’s a relief.” Tony sees a constant beeping sound go off on his alarm system. “Great what now.”
Jarvis:”Sir it appears there are missiles heading our way.” Tony’s eyes widen! “Operate Stark Shield Protocol!”
A blue light shield covers the stark Malibu mansion as the missiles hit it instantly!!! 💥 💥 💥
Tony falls over to the ground. “Jarvis activate my armor!”
Jarvis:”With pleasure sir!”
All of Tony’s Iron Man armor suits light up as they file off their handles and on Tony’s body.
Iron Man:”Alright I just need figure out who is attacking me.”
A vortex opens within the mansion, as a girl appears from it. Sarai:”Hey Tony Stark! You’re under attack and my master, your colleague Dr.Strange sent me here to bring you with me and return to the sanctum!”
Iron Man:”What The…!!!
💥 💥 💥
Iron Man & Sarai fall over to the ground from the explosions. Jarvis:”Sir the mansion’s Shield cannot hold forever. Sarai:”Listen Tony you have to trust me! Come with me through the portal!” Iron Man:”What the hell, Strange is sending kids now!” Sarai grimaces. Sarai:”excuse me?!”
Iron Man:”Wow leave it to Strange to screw things up this bad. I bet he’s responsible for whoever’s attacking my house!”
Sarai:”Now you listen here Stark! Don’t you dare insult The Doctor, he’s the reason why I’m here to save your Iron Ass!”
Iron Man:”Oh really well where the hell is Strange?! Huh?! It share took him too fucking long to warn me of this!”
Sarai:”All you need to know is he’s busy! And if it were up to me stark based on your attitude I’d leave you here to rot myself if it wasn’t for The Doc’s direct orders!”
Iron Man:”Well ain’t that a shame.”
Jarvis:”Sir my systems are giving out. I’m sorry sir I failed you…”
Iron Man:”Jarvis transfer yourself to Avengers Tower, once I’m at The Sanctum I’ll be on my way buddy.”
Jarvis:”Right away sir!”
Iron Man looks at Sarai. “Alright let’s go!”
Sarai annoyed leads Tony back to the portal.
💥 💥 💥
A huge explosion blast through the mansion as the shields finally give out. Sarai:”I’m already regretting this!” The portal starts to shrink. Sarai glances at this. Sarai:”No!!! Iron man picks up Sarai and jumps
through the portal. Iron Man & Sarai:”ahhhh!!!!!!”
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THE HALL OF JUSTICE:
Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, Green Lantern, Flash, Green Arrow, Martain Manhunter, Aquaman, Hawkman, & Hawkgirl all sit at the round table of the hall of justice!!!
Superman:”Justice League, Batman, Wonder Woman & I have called you all over to discuss a strange phenomenon that keeps appearing in space time.”
Green Arrow:”Again with this space time crock, come on guys things have been relatively peaceful since Supes took down Darkseid.”
Flash:”Remember Ollie when I time traveled and almost screwed up the timeline.”
Green Arrow:”How am I supposed to remember all of that if you fixed everything?”
Green Lantern:”Still a denier huh?”
Green Arrow:”Hey I’ll believe it when I see it.”
Batman:”This is serious. Dr.Fate & The Justice Society from Earth-2 🌍 warned us that taking down That New God could have dire consequences throughout The Multiverse.”
Superman:”It had to be done.”
Wonder Woman:”but at what cost?”
Superman:”He was going to destroy our world.”
💥 💥 💥
A powerful vortex appears out of nowhere!!! And Iron Man & Sarai fall onto the grounds of the hall of justice.
The Justice League alerted approach, the injured bodies. Batman:”Iron Man?!”
Superman:”How did this happen?!”
Both of them rush over to Iron man with the other members behind them.
Flash looks over at Sarai. “Who’s the kid?”
Green Lantern:”That’s odd Iron man’s armor looks different.”
Flash:”They came through a portal. Could they be doppelgängers?”
Hawkman:”This could be related to The Justice Society’s warning.”
Hawkgirl:”Something’s very odd about all this.”
Wonder Woman picks up Sarai. “I’ll take her to Themyscira.”
Batman looks at the damage the portal did to the hall.
Batman:”We need answers.”
Superman:”Way ahead of you, I’ll read their minds while they’re unconscious and we’ll figure this whole thing out.”
Meanwhile back in The Marvel Universe…
EXT. NEW YORK CITY — DAY
A vortex opens up where he once was as Wong & America Chavez step out of it.
Wong:”A force outside our Universe has appeared here.”
America stepped out and looked around frantically)
“So, what are we looking for, Wong?”
Wong:”The entity known as Nightmare attacked Strange last night and set off the barrier we use to protect our world from the threats across The Multiverse. We’re looking for any kind of magic energy we can to pick up Nightmare’s location. Capturing Nightmare is the only way we can get Strange back here. He went through a forbidden realm that incantations, spells and sling rings cannot take us. You’re powers are too unstable to get us there so we need to catch Nightmare.”
“Got it!” America said, looking around.
“And what does this magic energy look like?” She asked
Wong:”it has a tinge of yellow to it.”
Wong’s hands move around as light bits of energy appear on his finger tips.
Wong:”LAEVER!!!” (reveal)
String of light yellow energy are found all across New York City surprising the public across the city. They all look at the yellow strings of energy in complete shock.
Random Male New Yorker:”What the hell is that?!”
Random Female New Yorker:”It’s one of those mutant powers…I just know it! There’s a mutant freak here!”
Crowds of Panicked New Yorkers run away from the strings of light.
Wong looks at America.
Wong:”my spell wasn’t powerful enough to hide the visual of this energy from the public. This is how powerful Nightmare is. A surge of power that is almost Godly. A demon of eternal darkness beyond the limits of our Human design.”
America look terrified.
“Alrighty then, let’s go stop him!”
A strange amount of red visible magic energy surrounds America. Wong looks at her shocked. Magic hands appear from that energy as they tickle America’s armpits and stomach.
Americas eyes widen in horror.
“Wohohohohohong! Whahahahats going ohohohon?” She laughs…
Wong tries to grab America but the same energy blasts him to to ground.
Wong:”whathahahahahisthisahahaha!”
A being appears from the shadows in front of both America & Wong.
Lord Laughs:”Hello there Friends.”
The tickling hands are relentless against America’s bare tummy and armpits.
“HAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA whahahahahat do you wahahahahahahant?” America laughed
The Being was covered by pure light.
The Being:”Forget about Nightmare , Sorcerers you’re dealing with me now…”
Wong pulled a golden sword out from his robes and charged at The Being, but The Being opened a portal that Wong fell through. Wong:”ahhhh!” The portal closes.
The Being:”Oh well guess that just leaves me with one.”
The Being uses his magic to extend the tickling deep within America’s Belly & Armpits to ribs and back.
The Being:”You’re now under my control! Laugh!”
“ WAHAHAHAHA nahahahaha- no pleeheeheeheease! Stahahahahap! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” America laughed, desperately squirming, and trying to get away from the tickling.
The Being:”Look human, to me your nothing but your tickle energy is pretty high and the Gods of Laughter will use your ticklishness as nutrients.”
America continued to laugh hysterically, squirming as much as she could in his grasp.
The Being:”Don’t worry this will be quick and painless.”
The Being starts to use his magic energy to tickle America’s soles through her shoes.
“WAHAHAHAHAHAHA NAHAHAHAT MY FEEHEEHEEHEEt!” America begged.
The Being grins. “It’s been a real pleas getting acquainted with your fresh laughter. You may call me Lord Laughs.”
Lord Laughs grins wider as his magic energy pokes America’s shows off her feet as they continue to spread around her socked feet, poking holes within at her soles, arches , toes & heels. The energy starts to claw and wiggle across her feet.
A crowd surrounds America and Lord Laughs stunned at the sight.
“EEHEEHEEHEEHEE NOHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEEHEEHEEHEEASE!” America squealed, as her socks, her only form of defense, were shredded, leaving her sensitive feet bare and vulnerable.
Lord Laughs grins. “You’re my prey now….” His tickle energy spreads all across America Chavez, tickling her ass, & armpits along with her ribs.
“WAHAHAHAHAHAHA NAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEEHEEHEEHEEASE I’m too- AHAHAHAHAHAHA TIGIHIHIHIHIHICKLISH!l” America howled with hysterical laughter, her whole body engulfed in a tickling inferno. Lord Laughs:”You’re mine now!”
Lord Laughs tickles across America’s Breast with his energy magic. “WAHAHAHAHAHAHA NAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!” America howled with laughter.
The Boy rushes up to the scene spotting America Chavez being tickled beyond all belief by Lord Laughs. “What the hell she’s in danger, whoever she is?”,he says in complete shock. His mind blows up with an idea. “Maybe I can free her?, but it could caused me…” The Boys says looking at the cursed mark on his arm. “Well it’s worth a shot!”,he yells gripping his sleeve. The boy starts yelling as purple energy surges around him. Lightning strikes the ground, as chucks of the earth begin to lift up into the air. Lord Laughs turns his head towards the boy charging up his energy. The boy holds up his hand and aims it at Lord Laughs. The Boy:”Take this pal! Dark Cyclone!!!!”
A mist of dark rays hit Lord Laughs multiple times sending him tumbling into a nearby building. The tickle energy around America disappears. The Boy slumps over in pain. He breaths slowly while looking up at the sky.
America falls to the ground in a heap and looks up at the boy. “Thank you for saving me!” She says, completely out of breath. The boy grins as he stretches. “Don’t mention it.” He then looks around at the area as people are taking pictures of both of them. America:”Damn it! The People! Hold on!”
America grabs out her sling ring and opens a portal.
She then looks back at The Boy desperately. “Come on!”,she yells at him. The Boy:”I think I’ll stay here where the people appreciate me for my great efforts.” The Boy turns to the people as they take more pictures of him as he poses but annoyed America grabs his arm pulling through.
The Boy:”wait ahhh!!!” The Portal closes.
The Boy looks around at the temple they’re in with complete shock. “This is so COOL!!!”,The Boy says excited. The Boy:”what is this bad ass liking temple we’re in? I wonder can I find Mister Myagi here or something…”
“That’s Enough!!!”,America yells annoyed. The Boy looks back at America with a glare on his face.
America:”We need to get Dr.Strange & Wong before that thing comes back!”
The Boy backs up by two steps.
“Hey what’s with all this we stuff”,The Boy said nervously aggressive.
America:”Yes we I need your help, besides you shouldn’t be worried about this, being a hero is natural for you otherwise you wouldn’t have saved me just now, right?”
The Boy:”Rescued Princess not saved, get it right and I only you because you’re kinda cute, I’m not apart of whatever demon quest you got yourself involved in,”The Boy said shaking his head.
America:”Oh really…”
America opens a portal to a hellish realm of lava and fire. The Boy looks at the portal in fear. “Wait a minute what are you doing?!”
America:”Tfil luos ot lleh!!!” (Lift Soul To Hell)
A blue aura surrounds The Boy as he slowly starts rise in the air towards the portal. “Ok! Ok! I’ll help I’ll help! Just please stop with the damnation!”
America closes the portal with her sling ring and he falls face first on the ground. The Boy gets up immediately dusting himself off in annoyance.
America:”By the way what is your name?”
The Boy:”Matt…my name is Matt.”
19 year old Matt Anderson, senior
high school graduate tickle fanatic
who obsesses over ticking anything
that breathes. Known as a freak for
his obsession with tickling even
objects, he oftern has a small circle of
friends that he lives off of while he
focuses on his tickling obsession
rather then his responsibilities in life.
He knows some karate from
growing up with arate school, he
often uses it to dominate people he
wants to tickle.
He got disqualified from many
tournaments asa kid due to his
tickling obsession. He's now on a
tickle hunt, trying to meeting any
friend or anyone that is potentially
really ticklish so he can test his tickling
skills.
TICKLISH LEVELS: 4/10
Armpits: 5
Stomach: 8
Feet: 9
Neck: 4
Ears: 2
Elbows: 3
Noes: 5
Elbows: 3
Chest: 5
Most Ticklish Spot: Feet
Character: America Chavez
Foot size: 7
Overall ticklishness: 89/10
Armpits: 56
Ribs: 32
Sides: 36
Hips: 62
Tummy: 58
Belly button: 79
Back: 83
Butt: 74
Feet overall: 95/10
Tops of feet: 75
Soles: 100
Heels: 150
Arches: 93
Balls of feet: 100
Toes: 83
Death spot: Breast (23,000) , Neck (30,000) ,
Deep Armpits (1,000) , Deep Belly Button (82,0000)
Other tickling specifics/facts: Tickling Deep inside America’s Armpits , Breasts, Neck & Belly Button drive her nuts to the point where she starts activating portals from her powers instantly. Tools aren’t as effective on America as physical fingers.
SHURI’S TICKLISH LEVELS: 1,000/12
Neck-734
Armpits-587
Ribs-698
Palms-450
Belly-899
Sides-747
Hips-946
Thighs-100
Feet- 782
Breasts- 854
Butt-998
Most Ticklish Spot: Butt
Shuri’s sensitivity is a secret she has kept to herself and will fight to keep to herself no matter what…
Lord Laughs (Sam)
Lord Laughs is an interdimensional servant of The Guild Of Tickle Gods within The Multiverse. He travels through endless worlds to find the most ticklish mortals and tickle them enough to balance out the natural energy of existence for sustenance for The Tickle Gods appetite. When Lord Laughs tickles extremely ticklish mortals or beings he’s helping feed the tickle gods in the multiverse that created and helping keep existence well balanced. If those gods are fed things can turn chaotic. Sam is the human form of Lord Laughs that was a biproduct of Lord Laugh’s creation. He’s like Bruce Banner where he’s not always aware of what’s going on but can be insanity triggered to turn into Lord Laughs when reading the sensitivity levels off other life forms anywhere in the multiverse. He’s more of a friendly lost soul that came from nothing and is nothing in reality outside of serving a purpose to the tickle lords that created him. He is ticklish. All the tickling he does leads to tickle energy reflecting on him making him ticklish as well and he hates it because if his hunted prey find out he’s ticklish too they could turn the tables on him and he has a hard time doing his job if things go that way. Lord Laughs may retreat if that happens too much because he likes to get easy prey.
All Tickle Spots: ♾ Reflected on The Tickle Levels Of The Prey
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