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apclyptc · 7 months

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DUMB— chris sturniolo x reader

synopsis: reader is smart and top of her class in college. chris however, is not too interested in her intelligence.

warnings: full on smut, swearing and also drinking/smoking, use of the pet name baby, use of the word slut, dumbification, oral (f! receiving), unprotected sex

“hit her from the back she can’t do nothing but yell,

and she smart as fuck i got this bitch straight out of yale”

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Ever since you were younger, you seemed to have a gift for memorising and holding information. Because of this, people assumed you studied constantly.

Obviously, you did study. But it wasn’t like you didn’t have a social life. You enjoyed college parties like any other person would.

So when a guy in your class invited you to his frat house for a party, of course you didn’t refuse.

The only thing was, this guy just happened to be Chris.

He was in your social studies class, usually sat at the very back with a couple of his friends in the lecture. You knew of each other, having shared mutual friends from other classes. You’d never really spoken to him one-to-one, mainly because he was always socialising with pretty much everyone, and while you weren’t shy, you also weren’t a huge fan of jumping into conversations with people who all knew each other prior.

It also didn’t help that Chris was the most attractive man you had seen in college, or maybe in your life.

You were good at hiding it, but he made you nervous. Of course, when he invited you to his fraternity house, you faked an air of confidence so you didn’t weird him out.

“Hey, it’s Y/N, right?” Chris began, and when you affirmed with a nod he continued, “I’m throwing a party tonight, you should come.” He threw a smile in your direction, and you pushed down the immediate feeling of giddiness before answering.

“Yeah sure, sounds good. When does it start?” You asked nonchalantly as you could.

“Around 10. You can come whenever, it will be on way into the morning anyway.”

“Great. Am I good to bring a couple friends?” You replied, not wanting to walk into a party alone.

“Yeah that’s fine with me. Ask your friend Lola, my buddy Nate has a thing for her. Just don’t tell him I told you that.” He smirked at you.

That smirk. You wished you could see that smirk while he was hovering over you as he sla—

“Lola, yeah! I’ll bring her along with me.” You snapped out of your less than decent reverie and gave Chris a response.

“Perfect. I’ll see you there, Y/N.” He gave a quick glance up and down your body before turning and walking away from you.

It was then you realised, you had absolutely nothing to wear. Plus, since Chris just personally asked you, you decided you may as well dress as hot as possible.

Y/N: hey lola, frat party tonight?

Lola: do u even have to ask??? usually it’s me dragging u to these things

Y/N: true lmao. i’m gonna need to borrow something from ur closet

Lola: ooooh why, do u need smth slutty?

Y/N: maybe

maybe i was personally invited by the party thrower

Lola: who

Y/N: chris 😇

Lola: GIRL-

ok ok i’ll give u the sluttiest thing i can find

come over later and we can pick something out for u

A couple of hours later once you were finished at college, you headed to your best friend Lola’s dorm.

You two had spent what seemed like hours choosing each other’s outfits.

“By the way, a little birdie told me that Nate has a thing for you.” You eyed Lola up, knowing she had a soft spot for him.

“Oh, really? That’s interesting. Totally unrelated but would you still happen to have that box of condoms I gave you for secret santa last year?” Lola gave you a suggestive look, raising her eyebrows.

“Of course. Already put two in my bag.” You both laughed.

You arrived at the party at 11:27, mainly because no one turns up to a party on time, but also because Lola took a ridiculous amount of time to get ready.

You met up with a couple of girls from the dorms opposite Lola, seeing as they were also invited.

As soon as you arrived, you were immediately shown to the kitchen where an array of bottles were displayed.

Vodka, whiskey, rum, tequila and practically any spirit you could think of, were decorated around the kitchen.

You grabbed two cups, one for you and Lola, and filled it with vodka and soda.

“Hey, I think I see Nate and Chris over there.” Lola points behind you through to the games room, where lo and behold, Nate and Chris were playing what looked like an intense game of beer pong.

The two of you walked over to them, Nate noticing you first.

“Hey! Come help me win the game, Lola.” He gestured for her to play with him.

Chris had then turned around to see you, that smirk appearing yet again.

“You gonna help me?”

You took a quick swig of the contents in your cup before joining Chris at the table.

“Atta girl. Nice of you to bring Lola for my bro.” He spoke in a low voice so that only you could hear.

“Chris, stop flirting and throw the damn ball.” Nate teased, and you felt your cheeks grow red.

Chris threw the ball into the cup closest to him, the object landing into the beer and making a splash.

“Drink up, fool.” he glanced at you to make sure you were watching.

After a while, you had enough to drink to give you a confidence boost, and were now invested in the game of beer pong.

It was down to one cup each, and you had to make the final shot.

“Come on, Y/N,” Chris spoke from behind you, “you got it.”

It was too hard to concentrate with his voice so close to your ear, and his body so close to yours. You threw the ball, but it narrowly missed the cup.

“Yes! Chris you’re a loser!” Nate laughed at his best friend across from the table, throwing his arm around Lola who had locked eyes with you as he did this.

‘Don’t forget the condom’, you mouthed to her playfully, and she winked, pointing to her pocket.

Nate and Lola had then disappeared together, leaving you alone with Chris.

“Sorry I missed the cup.” You joked.

“Apology accepted. You wanna smoke with me?” He pulled out a perfectly rolled joint from his pocket.

You weren’t a huge smoker, only joining with Lola occasionally when you felt like unwinding.

Nevertheless you agreed, deciding you may as well since you were at a party.

Chris lead you upstairs into his room. Your eyes immediately glanced around the room, taking in its appearance.

Chris sat on the edge of his bed, and you followed.

“Could you get my lighter, it’s in the top drawer over there.” He pointed to the bedside table at the wall, and you grabbed the device, passing it to him which he thanked you for.

“Lola and Nate seem to hit it off.” You spoke.

Chris held the joint between his lips, lighting it before replying, “he’s down bad for her. Has been for a while.”

You giggled to yourself, knowing Lola felt the same about him. It was a good feeling for you, because you knew Nate was a nice guy.

“They’re a good match. Nate’s a good guy for her." You responded, watching Chris take the first hit of weed and exhaling the thick smoke.

“Yeah? Is that what you’re into? Nice guys?” He asked you, taking another hit before passing it to you.

You took the joint from his hand and inhaled.

“I guess. I think I prefer someone more… unpredictable.” You had Chris in mind as you answered. You had yet to figure out why he invited you here himself, since you didn’t know each other that well.

“In what way?”

“I don’t know, someone I can’t figure out. I like to be kept on my feet, someone like Nate is easy to understand because he’s straightforward. Which is great for Lola, she deserves someone who is like that.” You thought about all the past few guys Lola had a thing with. They weren’t that nice.

You passed the joint back to Chris who had his eyes trained on you as you spoke.

“So you like the tension, not knowing when or if someone wants you.” He tried to understand.

“Yeah. Don’t get me wrong, it’s nice when it’s easy. But..” You trailed off.

“It’s more fun not to know.” Chris finished your trail of thought as if he knew the feeling.

“Exactly.”

A comfortable silence sat between you, passing the joint back and forth until it was gone.

“I have a question.” You asked, breaking the silence.

Chris tapped the joint out on his bedside table, and brought his attention back to you, “Go ahead.”

“Why did you invite me here? I mean, it’s not that I didn’t want to come, it’s just that we haven’t really talked much.” You asked, needing to know.

Chris chuckled.

“I thought it was more fun not to know?” He smirked, using your own logic against you.

“Come on! Tell me.” You persisted.

Chris leaned in closer to you, and you could swear your heart was beating out of your chest.

“I always see you in class,” He began to explain, continuing to close the gap between you, “sitting close to the front, answering all the questions. You’re pretty smart, aren’t you?”

The tension was palpable, and you felt yourself grow wetter as his low voice penetrated your ears.

“I want an answer.” He demanded.

“I- I guess so.” Your voice wavered, all of a sudden finding it hard to speak.

“I’ve always wanted to see how long it takes until I can make you speechless.”

And it surely didn’t take long, because in moments his lips were on yours.

It was as if every guy you had dated never existed, the feeling of Chris kissing you overrode any experience you had thus far.

His left hand rested on the back of your neck while his other hand took the opportunity to roam around your body, from your thighs to your chest, until it landed on your waist.

Your hands swiftly made their way to his arm and hair, while deepening the kiss he had started.

In a quick movement he lifted you onto his lap, letting both his hands find purchase on your waist.

With your arms wrapped around his neck, you slowly moved your hips rhythmically, earning a soft grunt from him.

Pulling away, he spoke, “You want to do this?”

You nodded, before asking the same of him.

“Do you?”

That same smirk that sent you reeling reappeared again.

“Does this answer your question?” He grinded his hips upwards into you, allowing you to feel his growing hard-on.

A whine escaped from your lips.

“No more talking.”

You reconnected your lips to his, the energy of the room turning into heated passion.

Chris’ hands slowly dragged down to your ass, kneading them with roughness.

You whined again, unable to stop any sounds from leaving your mouth.

The sound of the ongoing party downstairs could be faintly heard from inside the room, but you paid it no mind. You couldn’t, not while Chris had all his attention on you.

He briefly paused to take off the top you were wearing, and then resumed with his skilled tongue, sliding against yours. He took you off his lap, not separating from you for a moment as he laid you down on your back.

“Such a smart girl in class,” he pulled his shirt over his head and threw it behind him, “Does anyone know that you’re really just a little slut?” He kissed your neck, then your jaw.

“I need an answer.” Chris demanded again, and you rubbed your thighs together in want.

“No.” You breathed.

“No, what?” His hand glided up your thigh, separating them.

“I’m not a slut.” You managed to find words.

“So if I reach in between your legs, right now, you won’t be dripping for me?”

You knew you were.

A hand snaked through your skirt, pulling aside your underwear, and he slowly dragged a finger down your pussy.

“I’ve barely touched you. Do you want me to? Want me to touch you right here?” His finger, coated in your slickness, inched its way inside, just enough for you to feel it, but not enough to satisfy you.

You bucked your hips up, trying to feel something, anything.

But Chris pulled his hand away, causing you to whine in frustration.

Luckily for you, he wanted to feel you so badly, he couldn’t tease you for long. He grabbed the hem of your skirt, pulling it down your legs and threw it in the same direction as his shirt.

“I want to hear you. You love opening that mouth when we’re in class.” And with that, he pulled your underwear aside and attached his mouth straight to your throbbing clit.

All you could do was moan and writhe in his bed as he delved into your wet cunt, licking up all the arousal like a starved man.

Your hands flew to his hair, tugging on it desperately. The vibrations from the groan that left his mouth sent waves of pleasure tearing through your body.

Chris’ hands dug into the flesh of your thighs as they instinctively tried to close around his head.

“Fuck, right there!” You moaned loudly as his tongue dove inside your hole.

One of his hands left your thigh and drew circles on your clit, causing you to arch your back at the white-hot pleasure you felt from his ministrations.

Chris could feel his dick pulsate through his pants at the sounds you were making. He needed to feel you.

“You want me to fuck you, huh? Fill you up good?” He asked, and you knew by now he wanted an answer.

“Please, please, please.” Were the only words you could muster, too high on the feeling Chris had given you with his mouth.

He wasted no time on giving you what you were begging for, quickly discarding his pants and boxers, along with your bra and soaked panties.

Lining himself up with your entrance, he slid his dick over the slick of your pussy and pushed the tip in.

Your eyes had shut in anticipation, but when he made no attempt to move you opened your eyes to look at him.

He had waited until you made eye contact with him before pushing his entire dick inside you.

You both moaned at the full feeling, your walls contracting around him.

After a few seconds, Chris began to move.

Thrusting in and out at a slow pace as if to torture you, he shuddered, revelling in the feeling of your tight cunt.

“Fuck, feels so good baby.” You whined at the pet name, bringing his face down so you could kiss him again.

He started picking up the pace after this, your tongues smashing together in absolute need.

“Faster, faster.” You babbled, drunk off the sensation of his cock piston in and out of you.

“Yeah? You want me to fuck you dumb?” He grunted, loving how you could barely string full sentences together.

“Yes, yes, please. Need you deeper.”

The dirty words spilling from your mouth caused him to moan, and he flipped you onto all fours.

“Wanna see that pretty little ass bounce while I fuck you.” He muttered as he entered you yet again.

His pace was relentless, his balls slapping against you from the way he was pounding deep inside you.

You were just making sounds as you tried to say “Harder, faster, more,” but the words couldn’t form properly.

“The slut wants more? Can’t even speak but you’re begging for more?” He taunted you from behind.

You felt a sharp slap on your ass, followed by a soothing rub directly after. You practically yelled as Chris’ hand came down, your cunt convulsing.

“Knew you’d like that,” he slapped your cheek again, “Can feel you squeezing around me.”

You could feel the knot in your stomach unraveling, and you knew you wouldn’t last longer.

“Chris, gonna cum.” You managed to speak between moans.

“Come on baby, need you to cum while I’m inside you.” He groaned, trying to hold his own release off.

His words guided you right to your orgasm, shaking and crying while you came.

“Fuck, you want my cum inside you? Want me to stuff you full?” His pace was losing rhythm, chasing his orgasm while simultaneously overstimulating you.

“Mm, cum inside me. Want to feel it.” You cried, thrusting into him so you could feel more of him.

“So good, feels so good. Oh, I’m gonna cum inside of you,” Chris rambled, “Gonna fill you up with it.”

His moans were uncontrollable, spilling out of him as he relished in the warm feeling of your pussy.

“Cumming.” He grunted, as ropes of his cum spurted out, coating your insides until there was nothing left.

You both took the time to catch your breath, as Chris pulled out of you with a shaky sigh.

“Let me get you a towel.”

You turned onto your back once more, trying to comprehend the mind blowing sex you just had while dozens of people were partying downstairs.

Chris came back with a towel, cleaning the both of you up and passing you your underwear back.

“Hey.” You finally spoke, tired from all the stamina you had just burned.

“Hey.” He replied back to you.

“That was… amazing.” You sighed.

“Yeah, it was fun.”

You weren’t sure if he wanted you to leave now, or if you were supposed to stay, so you opted to do nothing.

“Let me take you on a date.” He announced, and you laughed.

“Don’t you think we’ve done this all a little backwards?”

Chris smiled and brought your head to his shoulder.

“I guess I’m just unpredictable.”

You then remembered you didn’t even use the condom you brought with you. You’d have to make your first date with Chris a trip to the pharmacy.

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a/n haha…. always wear a condom, kids!

hope you enjoyed my first oneshot.

send me any requests you want me to write! i think i’m gonna do an nsfw alphabet next, for chris and matt too

#Spotify #chris sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #the sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo oneshot

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hailsatanacab · 1 year

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@the-ghost-trader - ooooh, i love this! it has the potential to be so incredibly sad, too, like poor Damian just trying to carve out something normal for himself only for it blow up in his face

BUT, shockingly, i'm not about the angst today! not yet anyway 😇

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“So, how was your day?”

Despite his answering groan, Damian likes this. This. This whole… thing he has with Danielle. With Ellie.

And, yeah, he’s not exactly told any of the others yet, but can you blame him? For wanting to keep something, anything, to himself. Wanting to keep this small little slice of goodness he’s managed to carve out, untouched and unmarred by his family, by their other lives, by the rogues, the vigilantes, the assassins, everyone.

“That bad, huh?”

Being with Ellie is freeing. That’s the best way to describe it.

She knows. Damian surprised even himself when he told her—not about the others, mind, but he supposes it’s not hard to put two and two together and Dani has always been smarter than most—but it’s the best decision he’s ever made, and no matter what the niggling little voice in the back of his head says (the one that sounds suspiciously like Father), he can’t bring himself to regret it.

He won’t. Because having Ellie know gives him freedom.

She’s a safe place, a hand to hold, a warm, welcoming presence when things inevitably turn ugly. It’s the freedom to just be normal when everything else in his life spirals into stranger and more stressful missions.

“Richard is being insufferable again. I do not understand his incessant need to know everything about my life.”

“Oh? What’s he done now?”

“I was subjected to an hour long interrogation about my love life, like it’s any of his business. It’s infuriating!”

“Ugh, tell me about it. I get the same thing from Jazz, constantly. It can be suffocating.” Ellie says as she curls herself tighter into his side. “But it’s just how they show they care.”

“Yes, well, sometimes I wish he wouldn’t—”

“Hey!” Ellie pushes herself up to glare at him, punctuating her shout with a soft whack to his arm for good measure. “What have I said about using that word?”

“Yes, yes,” he placates with a roll of his eyes, “‘Be careful what you wish for.’ I apologise, it won't happen again.”

“Damn straight it won't.”

She maintains eye contact with him for a second longer before tucking herself back into his side, squirming around with a long, contented hum that Damian can feel rumble through him. He smiles and doesn’t complain even when he has to shift to give her more room after a particularly strong elbow jabs him in the ribs. It means leaving the warm patch on the couch, but he’s rewarded with another long, happy moan as she settles and Damian can’t bring himself to mind.

Ellie constantly makes noises. Little mews and hums and laughs and songs known only to her. It reminds him of a cat, sometimes. He likes it. It calms him down; it means she’s happy, so he's happy.

They settle back into the cushions and Damian lets the subject drop, not wanting to spoil the moment. Outside, the wind changes direction and from where he’s laying he can watch as the snow starts to come down thick and heavy. Hopefully it’ll mean a quiet night's patrol.

“Is that why you haven’t introduced me yet?”

“What?” He can't help it, he stiffens at the thought of losing his secret, of the scrutiny he'll be inviting if he lets anyone know.

“Are you worried I’ll embarrass you?”

Damian’s eyes snap down quick to reassure her, only to see her light, teasing grin. He lets out a breath of relief. It figures she wouldn't worry about that.

“Of course not, don’t be absurd. You could never embarrass me.”

“I don’t know,” she muses, her voice taking on a dangerous lilt, “that sounds like a challenge.”

“Believe me, having been subjected to Father’s Brucie persona at every gala I’ve been to, it would take a lot to embarrass me.”

“Alright, bet. I’ll get you, just you wait.”

“You’ve already got me.”

She flicks him on the nose. “You’re such a sap.”

He hums his agreement, enjoying the tinkling sound of her laughter. And then, before he can think otherwise, he asks, “Is that why you haven’t introduced me?”

“That’s different,” she scowls. “You know how hard it is to get there, there’s no signal, and Danny only gets a break like—oh, Ancients!”

Damian gets another elbow to the ribs as she bolts upright, a manic grin on her face that has him laughing.

“What is it?”

“It’s the holidays! It’s nearly Truce Day! You know I said I had a family thing around Christmas?”

“Yes?”

“Well, do you want to come to it? I can introduce you then! I mean, it’s going to be a bit formal and you’ll have to meet everyone, not just family. There’s going to be some banquets, you’ll have to sit through some long speeches and you have to be on your best behaviour at all times, okay? Absolutely no fighting, it’s called Truce Day for a reason!”

“What?”

“Yeah, it’ll be perfect! I think Jazz is going in a couple days earlier to help with the preparations, so I’ll get her to let Danny know—and fair warning, he will try to give you the shovel talk, but this is great! It’s Truce Day, so he can’t actually do anything about it!”

“I’m sorry, but you're going to have to explain a bit.”

“Yeah, I know, it’s a bit much—but that’s family, right? Danny can get pretty protective over me, which is why going on Truce Day is the best time to do it! He can’t even command the Fright Knight to stab you! It’s genius!”

“Ellie, what?”

“Like, yeah, sure, he’s the king, but even he has to obey the rules of Truce Day—and then once you’ve spent all day with him, he’ll see that you’re a fantastic, wonderful, kind, brilliant, smart, strong, capable person and he’ll get over himself and everything will be good!"

Damian collapses down onto the couch, the wind knocked out of him. This is… He had not expected anything like this at all. For all that Ellie talked about her family, she had never mentioned this.

“Did you… did you say your brother is a king?”

“Yeah! High King Phantom, have I…” The manic grin slips off her face as she turns round and notices Damian. “Have I not mentioned that before?”

“No. No, you have not.”

“Ah. Sorry. Probably should clarify that I’m also a princess.”

“Right. Yes, that follows.”

“And I’m not really his sister, I’m his clone.”

“What?”

Damian blinks and tries to say more, but he has no idea what he’s meant to do with… any of this information.

Normal. He thought she was meant to be his normal. Nothing could have prepared him for this.

Not that it changed anything, of course, of that he was certain. It’s just… a lot to take in. Overwhelming. But it's okay! He takes a deep breath, and another, and a sense of calm washes over him. Ellie makes one of her little hums as she cocks her head to the side to consider him and he can't help but relax at the normalcy of the sound. It'll be okay, he's dealt with stranger and he can deal with this.

“I’ve, uh… I’ve told you that we’re half ghosts, though, right?”

“What?”

#dpxdc #danny phantom batman #danny phantom crossover #damian wayne/dani phantom #do they have a ship name? probably but idk it sorry #this was fun!! damian is strong and smart and capable and he won't let this stop him!#sure it's a shock but what does that matter when he has the love of his life by his side!!#he can get through this! at least his girlfriend's brother/original/...father? can't get his knight to stab him #that's a point in truce day's favour - even if damian is regretting asking to be introduced #in ellie's defence she thought he knew! he's slightly liminal himself she just assumed he could pick it up! ... he could not.#when they actually get there damian loves it - he fits right in with all the ghosts #there's a little adjustment period where he is VERY prickly with everyone but he gets the hang of it very quickly #all the ghosts are very impressed with his willingness to throw down and he has to be reminded by a very stern ellie that it's TRUCE DAY #stop fighting!!#ah i really enjoyed this thank you for the prompt! i hope you enjoy it too!!#as always it came out a lot longer than i intended - i don't know why i even bothered with the whole 'five sentences'#it was obvious i wasn't going to stick to it smh #anyway i hope you liked it!!#(also but sorry i prefer to call her ellie sorry i know i'm in the minority here haha)#my writing #(shit how is it four in the morning eep)#cab writes

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lightwise · 2 months

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TBB S3 E10 Reaction

Life has been a bit busier the last few weeks so I am finally catching up on my episode reactions (I’m determined to do all of them this season!) And I apologize y’all, this episode made me very snarky apparently.

I’ll be honest. When this episode first came out I was nowhere near as surprised by it or horrified by it as reviewers seemed to be. Nothing about Palpatine hunting down force sensitive children as experiments and using Cad Bane to do it is a surprise, and the Vault feels so much like Andor. But even on a rewatch this episode holds up so well and honestly just starts to give a cold chill under the skin as the quiet horror of it sinks in.

- Cute kid. And the Batch nowhere to be seen. This is going to be a different episode isn’t it

- Oh no. He’s force sensitive 😫😫😫 hmmm how could that possibly go wrong

- This is giving Andor vibes 👀

- It’s always interesting seeing “regular people” in Star Wars and little markets and how they’re just trying to go about their daily lives.

- Don’t go around snitching people! Nothing good ever comes of it!!!

- Yeah this guy is worse than Timm from Andor. Wtf dude. You’re turning in a baby!!

- Also is it just me or typical Star Wars “houses” end up being pretty dark and depressing?

- Wait okay okay. So this is the CX chamber. Why can’t we see any of them yet 😩😩 what is this red fog? What are these weird conditioning pods? What kind of armor is on this datapad?? *trying to crawl inside my screen* I NEED ANSWERS JENNIFER!!

- “Do you trust me?” Ooooh why do I think that’s going to come back around

- But also, babygirl, I don’t think you actually know what you’re signing up for

- “I could be more useful” “you wish to be the new chief scientist Dr. Karr?” “I believe I’ve earned it.” Alright. This. This is interesting. This fully encapsulates the dynamic that these two have shared. Emerie knows that Hemlock only values things that are useful, and probably only sees her own value in the light of what she can contribute, due to how she was raised and the circumstances she has been trapped in. Hemlock’s tone of voice implies that he has never considered her as being the new chief scientist, and yet he acquiesces quite quickly, almost as though he’s just too busy to think about it and if it means things are brought back up to production standard then he’s fine with it. His utter disregard for Emerie as an actual human and someone with merit is disgusting though.

- But I get it, the man’s busy, he’s got a lot of evil shit he’s trying to do all at the same time 🙄

- So we have “the assets”, which is the area that Hemlock took Palpatine in the first episodes, where the orange containment pods are and the zillo beast is being kept. We still don’t know what those assets are. The Vault is something different.

- Well. Shit. It’s Andor and Narkina 5 for kids. Lovely 😳💀

- “There are few adults left with such characteristics” I WONDER IN THE NAME OF ONE EMPEROR PALPATINE WHY

- Okay so this entire exchange is awful. The kids are so cute! Hemlock is so cold. “Specimens. Assets” ughhh Emerie what are you getting yourself into!!

- Is this the first time we’ve heard the word glasses in Star Wars?

- Oh no. So THIS is why Cad Bane was brought back 🥺🥺

- The score in this episode is perfectly eerie

- Lol Todo is not good with kids huh 🤣

- That poor mama when she wakes up and finds her baby is gone

- I hope that dude has his entire life flash before his eyes as he’s trying to pick all of those credits up

- “My name’s Eva” 🥹🥹🥹 Emerie has no idea how to handle this 😂

- I still wanna know what’s happened with these commandos. No way a clone of Jango Fett is able to look a child in the eyes, call them a “specimen” and not have even an ounce of remorse as they stun them point blank.

- “Jax?” And Eva just points. The power in knowing someone’s name vs a dehumanizing number

- It’s also interesting that these kids are species that are red, blue, and green, and when they get Bayrn in, he’s white. RGB colors make up white light when put together.

- The little peeks of Emerie’s backstory we keep getting are so interesting. She was abandoned by Nala Se. She knows that these children don’t belong here, the same way that Omega told both her and Crosshair that they didn’t belong here either. Nala Se says that the Empire will hold these kids to control them. Emerie feels like she has no power to do anything differently. So much to unpack here.

- Why is Tarkin’s holo so large?

- Lol I honestly love getting to see the backbiting politics of how the Empire functions. It’s so bad and so funny

- Also love that Project Necromancer is so secret that even Tarkin doesn’t know what it is. He’s so nosy

- Okay why does he bring up the CX schematic again and why is it so different than the one we saw earlier??

- Whoa Cid was tortured???

- “The other operatives aren’t ready to join you in the field” why????

- We’re visiting a lot of space stations this season

- Man I wish Emerie had fudged this test

- Nooo let the poor baby go home 🥺

- Oh and now we’re putting kids in solitary confinement. Great.

- C’mon Emerie. Keep clicking that moral compass until it points north

- She kept the straw Lula. She’s giving it to Eva 😭. There’s hope for her yet

#the bad batch #tbb #tbb spoilers #star wars #the bad batch spoilers #Emerie karr #tbb s3 #the bad batch season 3

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Here’s an AU that’s been stuck in my head for a long while (it entirely fucks up the magic system of MDZS, and borrows two elements from SVSSS):

the instructions for the summoning ritual, from Jin Guangyao’s room to Mo Xuanyu’s hand, get mixed up. He completes the rituals. He’s sure he did everything right. Step by step. By all evidence, it must’ve worked. So why was he still alive & well?

Miles away, in an inn in Dafan Mountain, Wei Wuxian wakes up in a body that’s wearing all purple. And has Zidian on his right hand. Panicked, WWX calls: “Jiang Cheng! Jiang Cheng!” and jumps up to find a mirror. He knows he hasn’t possessed Jiang Cheng. So why would he be in his body? all the while he keeps frantically calling Jiang Cheng’s name.

It takes several moments for JC to come to himself...as much as he COULD come to himself when he's lost control of his own body, & hears WWX’s panicked voice in his mind. All of this could have just been a sleep paralysis or something (except that he knows he wasn't sleeping. He was doing paperwork)...but then he hears his own voice calling his own name as his body takes the liberty to jump up & start searching the room.

Then comes the answer to WWX’s frantic calling from inside of his mind: “Wei Wuxian?!”

WWX lets out a breath of relief: “Ah...thank fuck! Jiang Cheng! You’re alive!”

JC answers furiously: “AND YOU COULDN’T STAY DEAD WHILE THERE WAS A MEMBER OF THIS FAMILY STILL ALIVE! YOU HAVE TO PERSONALLY COME BACK FROM THE DEAD TO CHANGE THAT!”

“If you’re still alive, then why am I here?!”

“WEI WUXIAN! YOU DARE TO POSSESS ME AND THEN ASK ME WHY I’M NOT DEAD ENOUGH?!”

“FFS! I didn’t possess you, Jiang Cheng! Would I be like THIS if I had possessed you?!”

“well then, use Zidian!”

“Use Zidi-Jiang Cheng! WTF! Don’t be so rash! beating ME with Zidian would be beating YOU with Zidian!”

“HANG ME with Zidian if it would get you out of me!”

“get me out of-...?OH! Ooooh! You’re right! Zidian does do that!...wait...how do you use this thing?”

WWX finally gets Zidian going (and is lucky that JC stops him before he fries them both with too much voltage within his first few seconds in JC’s body). and it doesn’t work. they’re still stuck.

WWX can’t think of any reason why this would have happened.

at the Mo Manor, MXY comes to the conclusion that perhaps he has summoned the Yiling Patriarch, but not into his own body. He has let him lose and now Yiling Laozu is seeking revenge for himself! MXY thinks that the person Yiling Laozu would most likely want to seek revenge upon would be his murderer and brother, Young Sect Leader Jiang. He has to inform him that his life is in danger. But with what he hears of Jiang-Zongzhu’s attitude toward demonic Cultivators, and people who even utter Yiling Laozu’s name, he doesn’t dare to approach him with the information that he not only has performed a demonic ritual specifically to summon the Yiling Patriarch, but he has put Jiang-Zongzhu’s life in danger, too! But on the other hand, if WWX doesn’t fulfill MXY’s wish. MXY’s soul might be forever destroyed, never to get reincarnated! Finally, after giving it much thought, MXY decides that he can try approaching his nephew, Jin Ling, and tell him that his Jiujiu might be in grave danger, and if they see WWX, tell him to come to Mo Village, and then MXY will run before JL comes for his life & JC even sees him, and he won’t be there for when JL tells these to his uncle. So, taking Lil’ Apple, he gets on his way to Dafan Mountain.

WWX is convinced that he can do a very good JC impression. But the problem is that at all times, it seems like Jiang-Zongzhu is doing a Jiang-Zongzhu impression. And also he’s holding back laughter. JC keeps nagging him in his head. when they’re not fighting (which is rarely. But fighting 24/7 in your own head, even for them, gets exhausting), back into the habit, WWX finds ways to tease and annoy JC. In his first life, he was exactly one (1) cm taller than JC, and he never lets it go. He takes any opportunity to say that “If I was in my previous tall body...” “If I had my 0.03125 chi...” “Life from down here...”.

JC’s head disciple, whoever they are, is WWX’s new nemesis. they’re his new JZX. Poor thing has no idea why they’re suddenly so out of favor with Jiang-Zongzhu. They were fine an hour ago. they think that Jiang-Zongzhu might just be in a bad mood. But no, they’re the only one getting this treatment. Others even say that Jiang-Zongzhu behaves lighter than usual. Occasionally, WWX snaps back at others with one of JC’s zingers™️ & then they temporarily forget the angst & drama between them as JC is like “You know what would have been better?” and WWX either agrees & is like “Oh, you should have said it back then!” or insists that his comeback was better. either way, they keep coming up with better and better comebacks for the next hour. When they’re trying to sleep suddenly one of them comes up with a very good one.

It doesn’t take 3 seconds for JL to realize that that’s not his Jiujiu. WWX explains to him that he too has no idea wtf he’s doing here (while JC in WWX's mind sneers that this would imply that he has any idea what he’s doing at other times) & he’s really trying to find a way out of his uncle’s body. He wisely withholds information about who he is. And also acts as a messenger between JC & JL. Who first and foremost, tells the brat to get a grip! Everything is under control. (It’s not)

During the night- hunt, When one of the sect leaders was going on about something that didn't interest LWJ, he thinks he saw Jiang Wanyin rubbing his nose in thought. Which is something that he has never seen him do. BUT YOU KNOW WHO DID?! It does happen that 2 people who are close to each other would occasionally pick each other’s habit. But 13/16 years after Wei Wuxian’s death?! Unlikely! The next weird thing he noticed is that when Sect Leader Yao was talking, he’s sure he saw Jiang Wanyin trying to hold back laughter in the exact same way that WWX used to do. Then, when he turns to sneak a peek at this peculiar behavior again, he catches Jiang Wanyin already looking at him, but not in the way that a Jiang Wanyin would ever look at LWJ. And! For a second it looks like he’s going to break into a smile but then he immediately looks away. And it doesn’t just end there. When one of the sect leaders that LWJ has seen talking to JWY hundreds of times before goes to talk to him, for a second there is a blank, confused look on his face as though he doesn’t recognize him. So, when LWJ catches him sneaking out of his room at the inn at night, suspiciously holding a flute in hand, he follows him. (it’s optional whether the flute is Chenqing or not. ‘cause, on one hand, I don’t know if JC would carry Chenqing with him at all times, so I think it would be in the Lotus Pier, but on the other hand, he did carry WQ’s comb with him everywhere. so...)

he didn’t know JWY could play the flute. or would if he could. he follows him to the depth of the woods, where there’s no one else but them. then, JWY starts playing the flute. it’s two or three songs that LWJ doesn’t know but have familiar compositions. And then, he plays a familiar one. Suddenly the leaves rattle and there comes a sound of chains and a man with the pale face of the dead, disheveled hair & wearing all black approaches. it’s the ghost general! a few moments of astonishment on JWY’s face pass and then he examines the ghost general and pulls something out from behind his head. But what’s more, is that he starts arguing with someone that is not Wen Ning who stands silently. LWJ catches sight of Zidian crackling for a short second on his hand. and then he hears clearly:” Jiang Cheng! CALM DOWN FOR A SECOND WOULD YOU?! Don’t you think it’s strange that Wen Ning is ALIVE when he should have been dead over a decade ago?! Don’t you want to get to the bottom of this?!”

LWJ thinks he knows what’s happened. he’s so overcome with the newfound knowledge that he slightly moves and straightens himself. his guan touches some leaves and the noise catches WWX & WN’s attention. WWX quickly sends WN off and then he turns to go, too. As he goes he erases any doubts that might have been about Jiang Wanyin being possessed by starting to sing in a quiet voice. he reasons “Well, Jiang Cheng, it’s either pretending that you were singing OR looking like you were talking to yourself AND the ghost general! Which is it gonna be?” and “Jiang Cheng! You’ve got such a nice voice! why do you never sing? I’m not gonna stop singing!”

WHY WAS THE UNIVERSE TESTING LAN WANGJI!! IT COULD HAVE BEEN ANYONE! ANY RANDOM PERSON! WHY WOULD HE COME BACK IN JIANG WANYIN'S BODY?! LWJ would see JWY & his blood would boil! He who had never had a single problem with his own brother in his life had the Cain instinct toward his brother-in-law. He would see WWX's expressions on JWY's face and he could SEE WWX behind JWY's face & his heart would miss a bit & the sun would shine brighter for a second before it registered that the expression is on JWY's face. It looks wrong and weird & it would give LWJ cognitive dissonance.

At Dafan Mountain, the Juniors think that Jiang-Zongzhu has had a qi deviation when he takes the time to explain to them how he figured out what the dancing maiden is, even engaging them in the conversation, while frantically searching for the young mistress.

when he finally gets to Jin Ling and has to save him, WWX of course goes to hastily make a bamboo flute, but then he suddenly sees Zidian on his hand. JC yells inside his head to use it. But it’s only after he turns it into the lightning whip that he realizes he doesn’t really know how to use it. That spinning around and exactly hitting the target or using it as a lasso without wiping out everyone else in a close radius or even hitting yourself and controlling the voltage really needs practice, “Wrap it around her and pull. Wei Wuxian! what are you waiting for!” “How do you use this thing!”. Panic is creeping inside when he suddenly blacks out. and when he comes to himself, he’s standing over the shattered statue on the ground, Zidian in hand and around the statue, as the dust slowly settles. except that HE’s not the one standing! Jiang Cheng is! WWX is not the one controlling the body! JC has taken over by sheer protective Jiujiu power.

For the very first time, Jin Ling lights up when he gets a scolding from his uncle. ‘cause yeah that’s definitely his uncle!

And it’s here that they realize that JC can take over the body, too. And new war wages on.

Both of them know that WWX needs to take over the body to do his investigations and dark magic stuff on what's gone wrong that they’ve ended up like this, and what can they do to fix it. And that JC needs to take over in political and overall sect leader situations. And because demonic cultivation is harmful to body and mind, and WWX, JYL & JZX have all already died because of WWX’s demonic cultivation, WWX would really rather not risk Shidi’s life, too. So as much as WWX enjoys finally being able to fight with a sword again if the situation gets too serious, he agrees that JC would better be able to fight, both because he can use Zidian and, WWX is out of practice with the sword (But he starts to practice with both sword and Zidian. and he's LIVING! Even though JC would greatly amuse himself with WWX’s fails at wielding Zidian, he would give him helpful tips, too.) But both of them would say that “Once you take over, you’d never give control back to me! I’m not giving it to you!”

LWJ unnecessarily rushes to protect the Yunmeng bros thrice. 2/3 time he meets JC’s incredulous rage. One time it’s a very impressed and grateful WWX, LWJ just quietly follows them around to help in any way he can anytime he can. JC is super annoyed, and suspicious that LWJ knows. and WWX is stressed ‘cause LWJ knows both of them. How long can he fool him? Until LWJ finally calls “Wei Ying” and everything makes sense.

Since WWX is currently residing in his Shidi’s body, LWJ is spared the emotional torment of thinking that WWX is abusing and making fun of his love and devotion by harassing him.

On the other hand, WWX is made bluntly aware of LWJ’s feelings for him from the very first moment their eyes linger on each other for 0.05 seconds via JC’s very helpful gross-out, screaming, scolding, furious, outraged, and indignant commentary. “STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT!” “STOP GIVING HIM SMILES AND HEART EYES LIKE AN IDIOT, WEI WUXIAN!” “OKAY, THAT’S ENOUGH LOOKING INTO PEOPLE’S EYES! TIME-OUT!” “I SWEAR IF YOU TAKE ONE MORE STEP TOWARDS HIM!” “I SWEAR IF HE GETS ONE CHI CLOSER!”

things like jumping down a tree in Yunmeng to see if LWJ would catch him are definitely out of the question, but not even making heart eyes at each other is without its obstacles with JC screaming in his head. (while WWX insists that they’re NOT making heart eyes. They're just making eye contact. Shut up, JC!)

Soon, MXY arrives at Dafan Mountain and finds JL, who is arguing with the Lan Juniors and Ouyang Zizhen and wants to talk to him privately. JL snaps that he doesn’t have anything with MXY to talk about privately. If he has something to say, say it here. And MXY thinks that it’s better actually. The Lan kids are good kids. If JL wants to eradicate him after hearing what’s happened, they’d stop him. So he tells his tale. when it’s finished, all of the Juniors just gape at him. MXY turns his head and freezes when he sees Sect Leader Jiang staring aghast at him with Hanguang-Jun by his side. all the wide eyes of the Juniors turn from MXY to Jiang-Zongzhu. As expected, Zidian starts to crackle on his right hand. But then, very unexpectedly, his left hand holds his right hand and tries to stop him. Not the way Jiang-Zongzhu usually stops touching Zidian and calms himself down. But he looks like he’s actually fighting himself! Then, JL who finally knows WWX is inside his uncle’s body jumps up and says: “You,,,!” but he can’t do anything to WWX without hurting his Jiujiu. But all the Juniors know that JL would never shout at his Jiujiu like that, they think they finally know what’s with Sect Leader Jiang’s “qi deviation”. that...actually...explains a lot.

MXY pales and starts to run, but is caught by WWX. WWX asks him what he’s exactly done. MXY explains the ritual step by step. WWX can say what drafts have mixed up to result in this. But he has no idea what to do now. because those drafts were never supposed to mix up. he guesses that the reason he’s in JC’s body must be related to his golden core that is inside JC. But he can’t say that to him. He instead tells JC that it must be due to...some unfinished business between them, to which JC replies that his unfinished business with WWX is that he hasn’t finished WWX. MXY then starts to beg WWX to take revenge for him because otherwise both MXY and WWX’s souls would be forever destroyed. Never to get reincarnated. Hearing this, JC panics. And immediately decides that they’re gonna get that goddamn revenge. At worst, they’ll get stuck together in his body until one of them dies and the other gets the body for himself. Of course, he would bring up a thousand excuses for why he agrees with this revenge plot, instead of telling WWX that he’s scared for his soul. It’s here that the Lan Juniors ask if MXY is talking about his aunt and uncle and cousin. Upon his affirmation, they tell him that they’re already dead. And explain what’s happened in the Mo Manor with the cursed hand. WWX is curious about that hand thing. But JC says that the GusuLan Sect gotta be able to handle one angry hand. It’s none of their business. He’s got a sect to run. The Lans say it’ll be good if they can visit and take a look. JL is kinda curious, too. But he’d never agree with WWX on any matter. So, he feigns extreme disinterest. “What about Young Master Mo?” Lan Sizhui asks. “What about him? Doesn’t the lunatic inherit the leadership of the Mo clan?” JC thinks. But doesn’t say anything, because he’s very, VERY crossed with MXY. To his surprise, nobody else points this out. The Lans decide that they’re taking MXY to Gusu to give him another chance at cultivation.

Days later, WWX bullies JC every second of every day to the point that he decides to let him have a look at the accursed angry hand. He’s extra bitter because he knows that WWX’s excitement has less to do with the hand, and more to do with seeing Hanguang-Jun.

They get there with JL and some of the Jiang Disciples. After that, when the hand points in a direction, and WWX guesses that’s where we should go, JC says that that’s where “the Lans” should go. “we” are going to Qinghe to night hunt. Here was your fucking angry hand! you had your look! we’re going now!

and so they do, they depart at the same time as LWJ. Awkwardly for JC & LWJ, & To WWX’s delight (AND LWJ’s), it turns out that they’re going the same way for the first few miles. And the next few miles. then it turns out that the hand was pointing to Qinghe. Of course, JC thinks that even if they were crossing the narrowest road in the world only two could pass, and there was no other way, and all around them was on fire, no contact with Hanguang-Jun would still be necessary. But WWX & LWJ beg to differ. WWX annoys LWJ every chance he gets (or creates. these moments annoy both JC & LWJ, and LWJ might not be as fun as he used to be, but JC doesn’t disappoint. So WWX doubly enjoys himself), while JC avoids him like the plague. So one-moment LWJ is definitely-not-getting-hit-on-by-WWX-shut-up-JC! while another moment he comes face to face with a very disgusted and annoyed JC who immediately takes his leave. And those moments when JC & LWJ suddenly find themselves gazing into each other’s eyes are THE MOST AWKWARD and cringe-inducing moments ever. LWJ wonders if the universe is testing his love by making WWX come back inside JWY’s body. And thus, the poor YMJ head disciple is not the only one who gets whiplashes from seemingly one purple man.

LWJ only gains some face with JC when he helps them save JL from inside the wall of the soul-eating stone castle. and then immediately loses that face when he takes the liberty to examine the curse mark on his leg. JC decides that WWX has disgraced him enough for a day- or a lifetime, and starts fighting with him over controlling the body. once the fight starts, it doesn’t stop until they reach NHS’ inn, when they pause to see exactly where they are WWX seizes the moment to take control of the body. But after the door opens for him to see NHS, he realizes that it was really better if JC had control of the body because NHS knows both him & JC. He might doubt things. But WWX has some specific questions to ask NHS and has his own interrogation method. It won’t work if JC has to pause every second for WWX to dictate to him what to ask. NHS wouldn’t be scared. Well, that and WWX can’t just now hand the body to JC after such a hard-won victory.

NHS already finds it strange that MXY who was supposed to be WWX left the Mo Manor without even seeing the cursed hand. Could it be that MXY in his letter wasn’t clear enough about who are exactly the targets of his revenge? but he read MXY’s journal and it seemed clear. NHS doesn’t remember Wei-Xiong to be so dense. could it be that he was so uninterested in returning to life that he wanted to destroy his own soul? MXY going to Lotus Pier and the CR was expected, but what wasn’t expected was him not being on the mission to Qinghe with HGJ. Likewise, Jiang-Xiong following JL to the stone castle wasn’t unexpected, and his meeting with HGJ there wasn’t out of the realm of possibility either, but what was strange was that, since when had HGJ and Jiang-Xiong grown so close? Jiang-Xiong has visited the CR! he came with HGJ to Qinghe from the CR! NHS was sure that before, neither of the two would piss on the other if the other was on fire. But now they were sitting here, talking in complete harmony. strangely. Jiang-Xiong helps himself to a drink in the middle of the conversation and HGJ gives him another drink when that's finished?! Very odd. Also, Jiang-Xiong’s scowl looks forced. As if he has to remind himself to scowl when previously scowling came as naturally to Jiang-Xiong as breathing. He's pretty sure he saw the slightest shadow of a cold smirk once, which was not something that Jiang-Xiong would do. He felt like he saw him stopping himself from doing that again. And he looks more cold than furious as Jiang-Xiong would have been. And the interrogation method and the way of talking are familiar, but not Jiang-Xiong’s. He also shows interest in NHS’s fans, which Jiang-Xiong would never do. Most people assume that Jiang-Xoing is very confident, not NHS though, he knows that is a mask for his extreme insecurity, but even people who believed that he’s confident, seeing him now, would understand what confidence really looked like. And it didn’t look like Jiang-Xiong. After leaving them, NHS eavesdrops for a few seconds, and as expected hears HGJ arguing with WWX over letting him examine a curse mark apparently. What he doesn’t expect to hear is HGJ also arguing with JWY!-with a very different tone- over the same thing! He then hears Flute-playing from the room, and he knows he's fucked. His plan would never fall into motion with Jiang-Xiong & Wei-Xiong occupying the same body! If WWX said let’s go right, JC would say no we’re going left even if his destination was at the right and there was no road on the left! NHS has to do some quick thinking. During his research on how to bring back Wei-Xiong, he had read something about a certain “The Sun and Moon Dew Flower Seed” which would grow a body for a homeless soul. NHS doesn’t know how WWX is going to extract his soul from his shidi’s body while making sure that he won’t hurt JC or it won’t be JC’s soul, or both of them transferring to the new body. But he trusts he will find a way. Growing the body will take time. But NHS thinks that either by that time, they have trapped JGY, or if they haven’t, well at least they will then. in the meantime, Huaisang will do what he can to speed them up. So, NHS will visit Er-ge crying that a vicious ghost has appeared in Qinghe and NHS remembers that he has previously read about the way to deal with it in a book in the CR’s library. and when he made it to the library, he will slip in the book about “The Sun and Moon Dew Flower Seed” among the other books. If all goes according to plan, soon WWX and LWJ will have to visit the library to find the method that JGY has used to kill Da-ge. They’ll find the book then. NHS is pretty sure that HGJ is even more eager than WWX to separate him from JC.

JC already has to get on board with the goddamn wanker hand investigations since WWX claimed that the only way to remove the curse mark was to find all the pieces of the corpse, and if the curse mark wasn’t removed it would kill once it reached the heart, but things get really personal for JC when one night, they can’t sleep with Fairy’s constant barking, and on the morning, they hear a scream, and turns out that somebody has nailed a dead cat at the top of JL’s door. Somebody is deliberately messing with JL, and all JC knows is that he now has a corpse to nail at the top of some door.

So the group of WWX/JC, LWJ, WN, the Juniors but now with the addition of some mouthy YMJ disciples to cause even more pointless arguments with LJY and JL, and MXY who now has made some small progress at cultivation and made some friends with the Lans embarked on their investigations. JC and WWX have to split time between JC’s sect leader things and WWX’s detective things, but WWX would be damned to cut his sleep short. So, no matter how late into the night JC wants to stay awake and how soon he gets up and starts screaming at WWX, WWX is going to get his 9 hours of sleep, and like it or not, so is JC. And they don’t always fight. Mostly they fight, but sometimes they just bicker. And reminisce, and help each other make fashion choices. Sometimes it’s just “Oh, that bakery is still there?” “Yeah. It’s that kind baker’s son now.” “Oh, that kid grew up!” Or “What happened to that water ghoul that that grumpy farmer preferred to us?” or “You know eating what would be just perfect now?”(whether WWX finds a mahogany woman comb in JC’s things and never stops pestering him is optional)

At Jinlintai, with the information JGY got from Yi City via Su Minshan, this whole new bestie situation between WangJi and Sect Leader Jiang, and rumors about Sect Leader Jiang’s recent strange behavior, he would probably guess what’s happened. And things wouldn’t have been so easy for JGY with JC being WWX instead of MXY. He can’t just accuse Jiang-Zongzhu of conspiring against him and go for an attack, hoping that WWX would go on the defensive and without a weapon would pick up Suibian and unsheathe it, so JGY can pull an uno reverse card. Because he and Jiang-Zongzhu don't have any previous grievances or any problems at all. In fact, they have a very good relationship. Jiang-Zongzhu supports LanlingJin Clan’s interests because that would guarantee JL’s future. And he's usually careful not to cause diplomatic incidents with other sects. He doesn't have many enemies. And JGY can’t just attack Jiang-Zongzhu without causing a full-blown war among the sects. And JGY’s heir, JL would get a lot of unnecessary burns here. And anyway, that would be a really pointless attack, because JGY’s pretty sure that Sect Leader Jiang doesn’t even go to bed without Zidian and Sandu on him. Why would he draw Suibian? (and that’s if anyone even gets to the sect leader before being torn to shreds by his disciples). and asking the others to hand in their weapons before entering his room would look too much like an ambush. The crowd would turn against him without even getting into the room. JGY could still frame some other sect leader that he’s had problems with, but fabricating evidence would take the time that he isn’t sure he has on his hands, and without evidence, a war among sects would begin. So. JGY instead of attacking JC, explains to the audience that he’s been shocked to have recently heard of Sect Leader Jiang doing some unorthodox method of cultivation that is way beneath him and is especially far from the righteous, venerable Jiang-Zongzhu who so openly despises these abhorrent methods and has opposed them for years and that JGY had some manuscripts of a spirit summoning rituals that he’s noticed are now missing. He remembers that his brother MXY has caught sight of them. But the thing is that different pages of different copies are missing. So if MXY has indeed done the ritual to summon WWX, it must have gone wrong. JGY then explains that he’s been holding his tongue and waiting for further evidence because he would never want to jump to conclusions and tarnish the honorable Sect Leader Jiang’s impeccable reputation. But now, with someone clearly plotting against the Chief Cultivator and the Jin Sect in general, the honorable Sect leader Jiang must understand that the safety of Jianghu is at stake. There’s a simple way to find out if Yiling Laozu has committed yet another crime against the great YMJ Clan and has possessed the brother he’s betrayed. If Jiang-Zongzhu can’t pull Yiling Laozu’s sealed sword out of its sheath, then JGY wholeheartedly apologizes for his insolence and puts an immediate stop to the outrageous rumors going around about the noble Jiang-Zongzhu’s involvement in Demonic Cultivation. Cornered like this, whether JC unsheathes the sword, or refuses to do so, both would give them away. The YMJ sect, JL, LWJ, and JC act very offended and put up resistance. In the end, LXC intervenes by saying that if Jiang-Zongzhu will honor them with a visit to the CR, the GusuLan Sect has methods of checking for possession and for exorcism by music and all. both SMS and JGY strongly suspect him of bullshitting. JGY does his “looking from under his eyelashes at Er-ge and batting his eyelashes like a Disney princess” thing and tells him “But Er-ge, how is this necessary when such an easy method is right here to put our minds at ease once and for all right here?” But JC continues to be offended and says that there is no way he’d do this demeaning thing. So, off to the CR, it is.

Luckily for them, they find the book NHS has planted there and WWX thinks he can find a way to transfer his soul to the new body without hurting JC. Unluckily for everyone else, Jiang-Zongzhu is really pissed and is giving everyone a hard time. Unluckily for JC, LWJ & WWX are really hitting it and LXC is wingmanning.

The Burial Mounds happen pretty much the same. except that JC will still have his meridians at max power (This time, JGY visits the CR to ask about the progress of the Lans investigations and claims that WWX has already put his evil plan in motion when he got caught), and when WWX does his spirit-attracting flag thing both he and JC can kick ass with Zidian and Sandu, and let’s say they Dual wield with Suibian that LWJ brought with him. and also lots and lots of confusing switches between JC and WWX happen in the middle of the conversations. some might have lots of “who exactly am I talking to RN?” moments but those who even once had talked to JC know that the one who is permanently scowling and is in constant bitch mode, is Jiang-Zongzhu.

JC is definitely still very hostile with WN and MXY. Especially WN. But now that he had to constantly put up with them for a long while because of WWX, he’s used to them being around. He’s still hostile and they know to avoid him when he’s in control of the body, but it’s toned down. Like, it’s less “hostile towards a nemesis” situation and more “hostile towards a loathed neighbour” one. But on the night of the Guanyin Temple, when he feels things starting to get heated between LWJ and WWX, JC wrestles with WWX and can take control from him for a few moments enough to call WN and MXY to their room. then the four of them sit awkwardly in silence in a row staring at the wall in front of them. There’s a lot of tension between LWJ & WWX, any attempts at conversation by MXY are met with complete and embarrassing failure and he ceases trying, and JC and WWX fight in their minds. In the end, the atmosphere is so thick that they decide they might as well go to raid the temple right now.

JGY and LXC clearly don’t expect WWX to have been sleeping with LWJ while he resides in his brother’s body, and furthermore, he arrives with LWJ, so that conversation doesn’t happen. the fight with JC also doesn’t happen since he’s already there. Also, when Fairy comes and WWX hides behind LWJ, he does the thing that he usually does when Fairy is nearby, or he hears dogs barking, which is to leave the body to JC, and when JC sees LWJ protecting him from Fairy he's like “what do you think you’re doing?” and they start fighting and so, too busy fighting among themselves they don’t really talk that much with JGY. with that time saved when JGY tells SMS that they’re leaving after he’s done mentally scarring WWX and JC, he doesn’t have to go back to seal LXC’s powers again. He just says bye-bye to LXC and JL, and then to MXY- who was really worried for JGY when he got infected by poison and is very sad about what's happening to JGY, and still clearly hero-worships him but doesn’t look obsessed like before- he says: “Xuanyu, I’m glad you’re still here.” and leaves. MXY smiles. Upon hearing this, Jiang Cheng really wishes that he could look at Wei Wuxian.

LXC, LJ, and NHS didn’t get the closure they wanted. LXC needed answers. NHS needed San-ge dead. But both of them know that it's impossible to find one small man who's excellent at hiding in Dongying. But just in case, they both start quietly learning Japanese.

When all the shitstorm is behind JGY and he has time to think, he puts the puzzle pieces together. Inside the coffin was Da-ge’s sewed-together body. Who would have the most motivation to want to bring down JGY AND put Da-ge’s body in place of his mother’s? Who had the power and resources to get this much information about his past and bribe people? Who was the one who distracted him in the discussion conference so Qin Su could get that letter? Who was the one who was at Guanyin Temple that night without any reason?

So, a while later, LXC receives a letter that tells him to beware of Nie Huaisang. He’s not who he pretends to be. The letter also contains a list of people who may cause trouble for Jin Ling’s position as the Sect Leader of LanlingJin, inside and outside of the sect. It also has instructions for how to deal with them. and some general instructions for JL.

This kind of letter is nostalgic for LXC. With a now very bittersweet feeling, it reminds him of the Sunshot campaign. He really needs to see A-Yao. there are so many things left unanswered. After LXC does something about this information, he decides that the Sender’s address on this letter is his best lead. He decides that he’s going to Dongying.

NHS had guessed that if San-ge wanted to get in touch with anyone it would have been LXC. So he had LXC under watch. When he realizes that Er-ge wants to travel to Dongying, he says that he too, could really use a vacation, so why not go together? And before LXC can object, he invites himself and gets on board. And every step of the day he follows LXC like a shadow. LXC’s pretty sure that NHS doesn’t wake up at 4 A.M. So, one day he goes to visit the address on the letter as soon as he wakes up. As he had guessed, JGY isn’t there. LXC starts asking after JGY every day before NHS wakes up. Or at moments when he thinks NHS is momentarily distracted. But to no avail. LXC has to keep up the appearance that he’s really enjoying a vacation in Dongying. and no one is as adept at enjoying a vacation as NHS. Their hobbies are really different, but they’re able to compromise and meet each other in the middle. And it isn’t...not fun. Annoying or boring sometimes. But overall nice. With their search for JGY going nowhere, It’s truly turning into just a nice vacation. On the other hand, JGY hears from his sources that a cultivator in white, with a forehead ribbon, who looks like he’s ascended from heaven, who is with a dandy with impeccable fashion sense is searching for him. JGY doesn’t know why LXC would come to look for him with NHS. Could it be that he also wanted to kick his ass? As long as they’re together he can’t show himself to LXC. So he keeps them under watch closely via his sources. And eventually sees that LXC is really trying to shake NHS off himself, and only asks after him when NHS isn’t nearby, and his efforts seem sincere. But JGY still can’t risk going to see LXC since he’s sure that even when it seems like NHS is looking the other way, he’s watching LXC. He’s sure that he even has put means to eavesdrop in LXC’s room, and some people at the inn they’re staying at must spy for NHS so JGY can’t meet LXC when he’s having his morning routine while NHS is sleeping. One day, they finally give up on finding JGY and decide that they’ll go back home after the festival they’ve heard will soon be held. At the festival, NHS sees some fans that he deems exquisite works of art. LXC says that while NHS is looking at the fans, he’ll go to see the concert since he's greatly interested in the folk music of this new country and what kinds of instruments they play. After the performance, LXC talks to one of the musicians, and they invite him backstage to see the instruments up close if he wants. LXC goes and hears a yamatogoto playing. It’s a familiar tune. He approaches the sheer screen curtain behind which a figure is playing the yamatogoto. He pushes the curtain aside, and the person turns around. And smiles, as he always does “Hello, Er-ge. You wanted to see me?”

LXC gets explanations & some sort of closure. A-Yao tells him that as much as not seeing LXC will pain him, their visits will endanger JGY. Because NHS will now never be off JGY’s, and so by extension, LXC’s tail. Even now he must be already growing suspicious of LXC’s prolonged absence. And Lan Xichen’s first impulse is to say “What if I stay with you and we hide together? We’re good at this. It’s good. Remember?” But with all the things he’s learned recently, he’s not really sure. On the one hand, he realized that the A-Yao he knew and loved never existed, on the other hand, today when he finally saw him again, his heart pounding, he thought HE DID! HE’S HERE! RIGHT HERE! There was nothing they couldn’t work through. There was nothing that could diminish the joy of just hiding away somewhere from the world with A-Yao. As long as A-Yao was here, they could solve everything else. He might not have been the A-Yao he knew, but he was the A-Yao he loved. All versions of A-Yao, known and unknown, are A-Yaos LXC loves. It scares and assures him both at once. It didn’t matter if a part of LXC couldn't forgive him. Even that part preferred his company to most this world had to offer. But then again...no. He doesn’t know how much he can trust his own judgment anymore. He knows he needs time to think. But if he really gives it thought, he knows that he won’t arrive at the same conclusion once he takes his duty to his sect, and the burden he would place on Wangji who is now finally happy and carefree with WWX into consideration. When A-Yao asks: “Er-ge…you haven’t said anything.” He answers: “I don’t know, A-Yao. I’m not sure about anything anymore…nothing but one.” “And what’s that?” “It was...it was good to see you.” And so, LXC takes A-Yao’s yamatogoto, and to NHS he pretends that he’s been talking to a master of the art and is now going to start playing the yamatogoto. If NHS catches him deep in thought, it’s because he’s trying to get the hang of the new instrument. And maybe find a way to cultivate with it. Still, NHS is suspicious. In the end, just before NHS and LXC leave for China, NHS carries a murder attempt at JGY. It fails. An encounter between them is inevitable. But they just drink tea together and are very passive-aggressive. threatening each other with polite smiles and humor. Even complementing each other.

As long as they both live, they’ll always play cat and mouse. both of them are always going to attempt to murder each other and bring the other’s downfall. Both of them will continue to fail now that the element of surprise is gone. Sometimes they will just have tea and a nice, intelligent, dangerous passive-aggressive conversation. Neither of them will ever win but after a certain point, neither of them will want to. It won’t be so much about the eventual victory as it is about the game. If the other is gone, who will be so clever, so strategic, so familiar, so adept at the game and so wholeheartedly into it to play with them? and after all this time, if they’re not playing, then what are they going to do? What will they do with so much peace on their hands?

When LXC returns, he’ll tell others what they need to hear. (’Cause unlike SOME people he doesn’t withhold necessary information from people who have relevance to the subject), and he’ll have the “WWX GET A GRIP MY BROTHER LOVES YOU!” talk with the aforementioned WWX, too.

Finally, the body that has grown from “The Sun and Moon Dew Flower Seed” in the likeness of WWX’s previous body is ready for WWX’s spirit to attach to it. But by this time, JC, unfortunately for him, has already acquired: 1)an extra group of ducklings that consist of Lan Jingyi who takes any chance to roast him but is the only worthy opponent in JC’s league of sass game, one Ouyang Zizhen the poet, and Lan Sizhui who is really a good kid but with the minor bug of being the son of Hanguang-Jun and also a Wen, and WN's beloved cousin at that, and 2)three frienemies in the forms of one Hanguang-Jun, a fierce corpse that has killed his BIL, and a clinically insane former Demonic Cultivator. The aforementioned former Demonic cultivator has now made some progress in cultivation under the teachings of Lan Qiren and with huge effort and helps from the Juniors and with enough motivation in such a healthy environment. He also bagged himself a nice, good-looking, loyal, supportive, totally smitten Lan boy. And JC finally brought himself to remind him that he’s actually the leader of the Mo Clan now and by now somebody has most definitely usurped him. If he wants to take back his clan. now is already late. (But not impossible)

It will take a few years for WWX to wake up in his new body. He decides not to say goodbye to the Juniors, Wen Ning, and Lan Wangji. But Lan Wangji doesn’t need to be told anything. He knows Wei Ying. He’s lost him before for 13/16 years, and now he’s going to lose him again for another 5 years. It’s a painful goodbye that even Jiang Cheng doesn’t interrupt. Lan Wangji stays with Wei Wuxian and helps him with his guqin through tears that block his eyes as Wei Wuxian plays a strangely soothing tune on his flute until one last breath of Wei Wuxian in Jiang Cheng’s body leaves him and the melody stops. The flute almost falls from his hands but even as he collapses Jiang Cheng grasps it, and Lan Wangji catches him before he falls and puts him on a bed, then he quickly gets himself to the Sun And Moon Dew body in the soil. It takes a short while for Jiang Cheng to wake up. and he’s still dizzy and weak from feeling Wei Wuxian’s soul leaving his body, it was like a death by proxy, but it doesn’t stop him from getting up and dragging himself to where the new body in the soil is. Lan Wangji & Jiang Cheng keep vigil in that garden for 5 years. Lan Wangji almost all the time but Jiang Cheng as much as he can. When Wei Wuxian wakes up, he opens his eyes to Lan Wangji. And for the first time, that beautiful, beautiful face is full of emotions. Upon seeing him, Lan Wangji is sure that he can never look away. They can finally kiss. Lan Wangji has tears in his eyes.

It doesn’t take long until WWX sees JC. He beams at him. One of his sweet, familiar, bright smiles. And the smile in return comes so naturally to JC that he doesn’t even notice to stop it, and trying to stop it would have been trying to stop the breeze from going its way. JC’s eyes shine in a way nobody has seen in years. With every fiber of their being, both brothers want to hug each other. But both of them assume the other doesn’t want them to. So they just stand staring and smiling at each other in suspense. Until WWX ruins the mood with a “life from up here” joke. JC gives Chenqing back to him.

In a moment of carelessness, WN upon seeing WWX’s new body happily exclaims: “And with a new golden core, too!”

and JC is like: “...wh-?”

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Now that we took “The Sun and Moon Dew Flower Seed” from SVSSS, let’s take the Dream Demon, too.

The Yunmeng siblings had already reconciled without officially reconciling the way all siblings always do. By having to put up with each other 24/7. But the Golden Core reveal fucked things up severely again. WWX didn’t know where he stood with JC anymore. After JC’s mental breakdown, WWX didn’t know what to say to him or do when he sees him again. so he avoided seeing him after that.

The Dream Demon shows the worst moments of one’s life from a third-person perspective.

So, seeing the day WWX and JC were on the run after the fall of the Lotus Pier, and a teenage WWX went shopping, from a third-person perspective, the Current Wei Ying can see that a Wen Patrol marched into the street, Jiang Cheng caught sight of them, and quickly hid somewhere. Even knowing that these events belong to the past, WWX lets out a breath of relief. But then, the Wens saw WWX, and they started to slowly close in on him. WWX thinks “How on earth did I survive this?!” it was then that a violet shadow darted past them. All the wens ran after him.

WWX watches in horror. He's so shocked and horrified that his brain is slow to catch up. “Jiang Cheng you Moron you hid in such a good place nobody saw you why would you come out and run in the open you freaking idiot?!” But then it clicks for him. WHY WOULD HE RUN IN THE OPEN, INDEED?!

WWX has a complete meltdown. He drops to his knees in the middle of a street that is now empty of people who had faces, wide-eyed and shivering, while his mind whirls. He spent all these years thinking that JC had left him behind, but he had put him before himself! Before their sect! But…Jiang Cheng’s sacrifice was completely in vain! Wei Wuxian made it so! Jiang Cheng got tortured in his fallen home swarmed with enemies next to the hanged corpses of his freshly murdered parents, hearing tales of how they died from Wen Chao, only for Wei Wuxian to lose his golden core and die a short while after anyway! But of course, Wei Wuxian would give up his golden core for Jiang Cheng. Even now, he would do that. That’s something he mourned, but never regretted. But even though he never blamed Jiang Cheng for what he did in extreme grief, he would be lying if he said that he never thought how things would have gone had Jiang Cheng not gone back for his parents’ corpses. But just now WWX found out that he would lose his golden core anyway! Either at the hands of Wen Zhuliu, probably along with his life, or for Jiang Cheng. At least now it rests inside his shidi, used to rebuild their sect and protect their nephew! But Jiang Cheng is the shidi! He’s younger! His parents had explicitly asked WWX to protect & take care of him! How dare that brat decide to protect Wei Wuxian?!

WWX sits there going through the five stages of grief as he cries, shouts, and curses. The more he gets entangled in his emotions, the more he gets drowned in the dream. Just when it reaches critical levels and the risk of him dying there gets high, he suddenly notices current time Jiang Cheng standing there looking in bewilderment at the faceless people walking in the familiar street in front of him. “What brand new fuckery is this, Wei Wuxian?” He looks at WWX kneeling there with wide, red-rimmed eyes and tears on his face as if he sees nothing out of the ordinary with him. WWX has summoned JC into his dream with how strongly he’s thought about him.

Of course, JC knows the street, and by how devastated WWX looks, and how he’s dragged him into this, he thinks he knows the scene, too. He itches to repeat WWX’s own words to him “It’s all in the past. Don’t think about it anymore.” But he holds his tongue. He hates seeing WWX like that. He wants it to stop. But doesn’t know what to say. Until he realizes that there is nothing to say, really.

So he just goes to where WWX is fallen on the ground, holds out his hand to him, and says: “Wei Wuxian, Get up!”

He says it with a casual, easy reproachful tone as if Wei Wuxian is being lazy and sleepy on an early morning when they’re supposed to get to their classes. Or they have to clean their room before Madam Yu shows up. He says it as if it’s all as simple as that…and maybe, maybe it is. Maybe it is all as simple as that. They just loved each other to ruins. As simple as that.

So they both finally realize “I loved you completely. And you loved me the same. That’s all. The rest is confetti.” And Wei Wuxian takes Jiang Cheng’s hand and gets up with his help. (mirroring that scene in the meadows when WWX tries to pull JC up and JC disagrees.)

Hand in each other’s hand, they look at each other. As Wei Wuxian’s feelings untangle, all around them the scene shatters. Wei Wuxian finally knows that Jiang Cheng wants him to hug him. He did back then when Wei Wuxian came back in his original body, too. And even before that. So. Wei Wuxian pulls Jiang Cheng into his embrace. At first, he doesn’t get any response, but then, tentatively, Jiang Cheng’s hands wrap around him, too. And then, he hangs on to Wei Wuxian fiercely as if his life depends on it. Wei Wuxian knows that soon, they, too will disappear and he will wake up. So he clings on to Jiang Cheng tighter, and Jiang Cheng clings to him tighter in return. Wei Wuxian whispers: “I’m sorry, and thank you.” But before Jiang Cheng can say anything, he disappears in Wei Wuxian’s arms. And Wei Wuxian wakes up. He wakes up to a world in which he’s more loved than he thought he was. To a world where somewhere out there, he has a brother who cherishes him more than dear life. But then again, he’s always had.

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Wishful Wand - Part One (NEW)

Being a reporter covering superheroes leads to some very odd conversations. Who else but me, Zelda Zane, would be standing in Libido Leagu Tower, arguing over the potential superpowers of sex toys with the League’s operations chief, Sammie Sims?

“Look, Sammie, I’m sure it’s a good dildo, but that’s all it is. I’m not belittling the ability to give a girl a few good orgasms, but it’s just a toy. A hunk of plastic. It’s not magic.”

“I thought that, too, Zelda. I was just sorting through old junk in the Libido League storage facility when I stumbled across it. It’s so plain-looking, I didn’t even notice it at first. I was moving it aside to get at something underneath it when I noticed how good it felt in my hand. Looking down, I realized it wasn’t a piece of junk, but some sort of perfectly-sculpted wand.”

“Right, right. The League has faced that sort of thing before, right? Argent confiscated something called the Mesmerizer that brainwashed through pleasure. Captain Alpha had an alien artifact called a Cosmic Orgasmatron … or something. I don’t have too many details about that.” I didn’t dare to meet her eyes, lest my expression give away just how much first-hand experience I’d had with the Orgasmatron in Captain Alpha’s hidden Quimtonian Refuge.

“Obviously, the first thing I did was check for signs of mind control tech. I ran every test Platinum Panther could devise. It’s clean. Except for the little squiggly engravings on the exterior, it’s just an ordinary sex toy. By the time I finished all my tests and scans, I gotta admit, I was pretty horny.”

“Sammie, you didn’t.”

“Of course I did. I took the wand back to my room and did what it was made for. Let me tell you: best orgasms of my life, hands down! The sensation of those little engravings teasing over my skin—Ooooh! Just thinking about the feel of them gets me wet.”

“Sammie! I may be a reporter, but some things are just TMI—Too Much Information.”

“Okay, okay. Anyway, after I lost track of my orgasms, the wand sent me a vision.”

“A vision?” As if her story weren’t weird enough already!

“Yes, a vision. Of U4ia.”

“Sammie, U4ia has been deactivated for months.”

“I know. That’s how I know that the wand is magic. It gave me a vision of U4ia’s soul. She appeared before me and told me how to fix her. I never would have thought of it on my own, but now it’s so obvious. I’ve started the process and it’s working! Her core programming is recompiling right now and she will be ready to boot up in a few hours!”

Sammie had gone too deep this time. I had to give her some perspective. “You may think that you spoke to the soul of a machine after an orgasm-induced hallucination, Sammie, but there’s a more obvious answer. You simply entered an altered state of consciousness from overdosing on orgasms and it helped your brain put together a new solution to your problem. That’s wonderful for you and for U4ia, Sammie. But it’s not a news story.”

Sammie laid her hand on my shoulder. “I’m not giving this to you for a news story, Zelda. I’m giving this to you as a friend. To help with your ... problem.”

“What problem?”

She gave me that look you give someone in denial. “Captain Alpha’s been off-planet nearly six months, Zelda.”

“I very well aware of that. What makes that my problem?”

“C’mon, Zelda. Everyone knows that you and Alpha are an item. It’s got to be killing you that you can’t speak to her. Or touch her. Or hold her. You must be, y’know, lonely. This can help with both speaking to her and not-being-lonely.” She gave me an exaggerated wink.

Captain Alpha had wanted to keep our relationship private—for my safety. Even though I called her by her Quimtionian name “Al-Phae” and had exactly the sort of relationship that Sammie was implying, I couldn’t let her know that. “My relationship with Captain Alpha, the Vixen of Vigor, Defender of Earth, is none of your business, Sammie. Even if we were … together … some weird sex toy wouldn’t make Alpha’s absence any easier to bear.”

“But it could! If you’d just use it, I know that the magic would let you talk to Captain Alpha, no matter how far away she is.”

“This is ridiculous, Sammie. I thought you were rational. A woman of science. An engineer.”

“I am rational. This makes perfect sense. How about I make you a deal?”

“What kind of deal?”

“If you try the wand for twenty minutes, I’ll give you an exclusive interview with U4ia as soon as she’s fully reactivated. I know your editor loves exclusive access with heroines.”

“She does, but this is just weird, Sammie.”

“Weird or not, there’s no way you can lose, Zelda. Either I’m wrong and you get to be the first person to talk to U4ia, or I’m right and you get to talk to Captain Alpha. What’s it going to be?”

That’s how I found myself in a guest bedroom of Libido League Tower at three in the afternoon, drawing the blinds and slipping off my shoes. Sammie had given me the “magic” dildo in a steel briefcase like it was the nuclear launch codes. The idea that this thing would give me a magical vision of my dear Al-Phae was ridiculous.

But Sammie was right that I’d missed Al-Phae’s touch for many months. I knew that wherever she was, she was doing important work to keep Earth safe. Even so, a part of me was getting desperate for sensation. I’d longed for the touch of an absent lover before, but this was different. After sex with Al-Phae, it felt like all the sex on Earth couldn’t quite measure up. On so many nights, I’d hold the special signal watch Al-Phae had given me. She’d said that it could contact her anywhere in the universe if I needed her. I didn’t want to interrupt whatever important, dangerous work she was doing just because I was missed the sound of her voice, the taste of her kiss. I much as I wanted her, I wanted to be good for her more.

Maybe I’d just examine this “wand” for the twenty minutes Sammie had requested and hand it back to her. It felt weird to masturbate in a guest room when Sammie knew exactly what I was doing. As a reporter, I cherished my privacy.

Still, It was worth taking a look at the wand. I opened the lid of the steel briefcase. Nestled in form-fitting foam padding was white piece of plastic, about eight inches long with a slight curve to it. It was featureless except for a few engravings on the side. Their shape reminded me of something I’d seen in Captain Alpha’s Quimtonian Refuge.

After one glance, I was certain that its curved shape would fit inside me perfectly, as if it had been custom-crafted to my body. Looking again, I wasn’t as certain it was made of plastic. It was so shiny, perhaps it was a type of metal? Or maybe ceramic?

To examine it more closely, I took it from the briefcase. The moment my fingers caressed it, a surge of lust rippled through my body. Warm to the touch, the thing felt alive in my hand. Nothing on Earth had ever felt so inviting. Without thinking, I found both hands exploring its contours and pressing the thing against the sensitive skin of my wrists, my throat, and my chest. I wasn’t sure when I’d laid back and lifted my skirt, but my pussy was already dripping by the time the wand trailed down my thigh.

My reporter’s curiosity swelled with my lust. I’d need to keep my head and pay attention to the sensations to better understand this bizarre item. Getting swept away by pleasure was a luxury I could not afford.

The moment it grazed my clit, I came. Despite my resolve, the orgasm crashed through me like a tsunami, powerful and irresistible. I found myself drowning in pleasure and never wanting to breathe again. It was like a star going nova inside my blood, a million years of bliss in every heartbeat.

When the cosmic orgasm mellowed enough for my eyes to open, I wasn’t in Libido League Tower. Mist and shadow surrounded me, the smell of musk hung thick in the still air. Time moved strangely, both too fast and too slow at once. A strange tingling across my skin—both hot and cold and neither at the same time—told me without a doubt that whatever this place was, it wasn’t Earth.

It took every ounce of my willpower and physical strength to pull the bizarre wand from between my legs. It was like it was magnetized to my pussy! As much as I craved another cosmic orgasm, I knew I needed to find out where I was! Holding the wand as far behind my back as my arm would allow, I forced myself to my feet. Taking a few shaky steps forward, the mist clung to my bare feet. “Hello? Is anyone there?” The mist seemed to swallow my words.

A figure strode out of the mist, tall and dark. She had a haughty look and a magnetic beauty second only to my beloved Al-Phae. She wore a dress tattered into rags. The mist seemed to leach the color out of everything, turning her skin a despairing gray except for her warm, pink lips. “Greetings, Zeldazane, female Earthling, erotic confection of the last daughter of Quimton. Welcome to the Shade Circumference.”

--To Be Continued (next week)...

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I wish you would write a fic where Nanu is the one who captures and interrogates Giovanni (and breaks every rule of the cop book)

But ooooh this is the kind of fic I wish I could write someday 😭

Here's what I imagine :

Giovanni is interrogated by Interpol for something benign, at first sight ; Giovanni is confident because he took every precaution in the book and on this specific case, he shouldn't be worried, there's nothing tying him back to it. Not to mention Interpol needs him, as much as they hate to admit it, so he's not too worried.

But after several minutes alone in the interrogation room, he starts to suspect something's not right.

Enter Nanu, who takes his time reading him the official version of the case and seems bored, as if insisting on how much this is a waste of their time. Yet Giovanni starts smelling the blood in the water. Especially when Nanu locks the door of the interrogation room and pulls calmly cuffs.

The thing is, he explains matter-of-factly as he approaches Giovanni like a predator with a cornered prey, Interpol is at a point where they need results. Any kind. And they know Nanu is eerily good at obtaining answers. So they'll look away, as long as Nanu brings back something to eat.

"But until I walk out of this room, you're mine."

Much, much later, tangled in sheets during a colder night in Alola, wrapped in cigarette smoke, Nanu will confess : he never had any authorisation or special favor. He bribed and manipulates colleagues and superiors, but if they had been caught that day, Nanu's career was as well as over.

"A pity," Giovanni whispers against the back of Nanu's neck as he kneads his lover's flesh and presses him against his own body, "I could have used your talents for torture."

Send me an anonymous ask completing the sentence "I wish you would write a fic where..."

#pokemon #catloversshipping #pokemon giovanni #kahuna nanu #answers

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cousticks · 7 months

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You mentioned that

"Beast canon means very little to me honestly as far as the actual novel, when it comes to anything having to do with dazai or chuuya or anything. and i ignore the movie entirely."

With that said, what HCs do you have about Beast? Things that you wished happened in canon or ideas you have that makes Beast a lot better?

(no pressure ask btw 💗

answer only what u want, take ur time, or ignore if ud rather not)

have a good day!

(if you do share, feel free to go all out. I love buffeting on bsd analyses 🤭

xoxo ❤️

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ooooh my beast headcanons? oh buddy. i think i've mentioned a lot of these before here but i'll summarize some of my major points and see if i think of anything else. this is long, so i'll put a read more to not clog anyone's dash up too bad!

i'll first mention what i discount, which is... mostly whatever chuuya's ending is with the chains and the freakout and whatnot. i ignore that. it didn't happen and cannot hurt me. whatever. anyway,

i've mentioned it a bunch before but i like to think that dazai's takeover of the mafia in beast was in the aftermath of the dragon's head conflict so its just... bad to worse, really.

one of my first posts on this account is an angsty tidbit on my hc that after dazai's fall, chuuya takes the scarf off the dead body. no he does not wash the blood off. that's just his now. do not ask him about the scarf.

dazai treats the mafia as a plaything. he needed a way to control as much of the dark side of yokohama as possible, and expanding the mafia was his easy route to do so. i believe that his major focus was taking out competing organizations, so they could never cause trouble for oda. dazai couldn't care less about the mafia itself, but it is a useful tool to him, so he made it powerful and ruthless.

consequently, i like to think that the ada in the beast timeline has a much easier job of things, honestly. ever since oda joined the ada, any major threats to it aside from the mafia itself just... mysteriously disappear. they see it as the city maybe getting better, or something, though to the whole of the ada the mafia is still a present threat, even if it... oddly avoids them, generally.

outside of his targeted projects, i don't think dazai does a lot of the actual running of the mafia outside from actually giving commands. he doesn't meet with executives often, he doesn't get as involved as one would expect. he gives his orders and he observes and outside of that he does fuck all. that's all chuuya, as his right hand/bodyguard whatever. chuuya is the one meeting with the executives, running the day-to-days, all except ensuring that the plans are carried out.

reminder that i ignore the canon ending of beast with chuuya in it. anyway. it kind of sucks that most characters end up with a better ending, except for chuuya (and dazai who is dead). no matter the universe, chuuya is in the mafia. which, we know he never really <i>wanted</i> to be boss, so it kind of sucks for him. but going along with my headcanon that its chuuya running much of the day-to-day already, it kind of pre-sets him up to take over as boss. dazai was always going to die, right? by making chuuya the face that the organization works with, when he ends up ascending to boss after dazai's death, there's no split loyalties, no one opposing the order. chuuya was already running the mafia and running it well to begin with, which makes the transition easier, i think. after dazai's death and chuuya's organizational loyalty, i think having to deal with dissenters would weigh on him. sure, he still has to be in the mafia. someone has to run the mafia to keep the city stable, that falls to chuuya, dazai knows he's the best choice. but at least he had the decency to make it easier, by not making chuuya deal with dissenters against him. (i do believe that during the takeover after dragon's head, dazai had chuuya's help in smoothing the transition and squashing mori supporters. however, chuuya didn't have to see that as defending his own right to run the mafia or anything, he would have been able to frame it as helping dazai and stabilizing the mafia. when its chuuya's own rank in question, the dissenters would be a real problem for him ((see: the sheep)) due to his loyalty to them. so by eliminating the probability of dissenters, it eases the transition).

back on the whole oda-protection thing. i kind of like to think that dazai, knowing how powerful atsushi and akutagawa are when they work together as he's seen it in other timelines, kind of ensured they both ended up in the ada because they are incredibly strong and, in their own ways, fiercely loyal and willing to prove themselves. they'd do GREAT at protecting oda after dazai is kaput. put them in the same organization so they don't get too distracted fighting each other? boom, powerful protectors of the ada, just like that. plus the added bonus of i think chuuya feels a little responsible for atsushi's wellbeing, knowing he was a pet project of dazai's at the very least, and would keep a light eye on the agency just to make sure the kid is doing okay, which kind of extends to the rest of the ada, as long as they aren't interfering in mafia business.

i'm sure i have more beast headcanons but this is all i can think of at the moment.

#asks? answered. hotel? trivago.#beast.#bsd beast #why we will never meet #burn the ghosts #beast atsushi tag #beast akutagawa tag #beast oda tag

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beedlemania · 3 months

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I'm copying my ask because I was told you could answer, but Ooooh, talk to me about genderfluid Davy! i know that's pretty vague, but go nuts, go crazy tell me everything you love about it because to me, it's canon.

To me, Davy exists in this area where they could be Bigender/Genderfluid/Transmasc/Transfemme/Intersex, and it just all works so well, like they just fit all of those at every given moment. So go nuts scream about Davy as a gendrfluid monkee

Trans Davy is everything to me!!

Okay so my headcanon of Davy being genderfluid mostly comes from how much he’s dressed in drag in the show and seems to actually enjoy it (except in some like it lukewarm). Like in my series on AO3, I think Davy found out during one of their adventures where he had to dress as a girl and was like 🧍🏻🙀🧍🏻‍♀️ and the rest was history.

I mean, growing up in a house with three sisters, Davy definitely had to learn to embrace femininity and I think its something that wasn’t seen as a big deal until he saw how others react to it. Like in Monkee vs Machine Davy seems in his element dressed as a girl, then in The Chaperone Micky’s all salty about dressing as a girl then suddenly, Davy’s protesting dressing up himself. It’s kinda like he was comfortable being feminine and being referred to as a girl until he saw Micky and was like “oops maybe it’s not normal to like it this much”. But that’s bordering on being off topic so ANYWAY

Davy’s real comfortable being a guy, likes being a guy, but then there’s times when he’s not so content. It starts small like he’ll see a girls outfit and be like “I wish I was a girl so I could wear groovy clothes like that” then snowballs and snowballs until he’s like “I wish I was a girl” but still, he’s comfortable being a guy so he’s really conflicted about it and has no clue what it means.

Sometimes he’s on a date and is swooning over this girl then sometimes he’s on a date and wishes he was the girl someone was swooning over. I think Davy would have a very 60’s stereotypical pov on it where being a guy means being all macho and buff, while being a girl means being dainty and looked after and we all know Davy loves attention and to be pampered.

Davy eventually figures out that he’s a he and sometimes a she and starts to gain some more confidence around the subject. She starts dressing in more typically feminine things but making plausible excuses to the guys “it’s not lipgloss, my lips were just chapped is all. Girls dont like kissing chapped lips.” And she just kinda integrates herself into average daily life until the other guys dont bat an eyelash when Davy’s wearing a skirt or eyeshadow.

The others would be supportive because really… things could be a lot worse things have been a lot worse.

Davy picks up on more feminine traits from his plethora of girlfriends. He watches how they act, dress, talk, etc and in his room alone she practices this stuff in front of the mirror. Peter catches her one day and just rolls with it and gives commentary that’s sometimes surprisingly harsh “a lady would never say such vulgar things”.

Babbitt is convinced Davy’s sister has come from England to live with the Monkees but he can’t increase rent because he’s never actually seen them in the same room at the same time.

I hope this answers your ask, I’m sorry I’m kinda blanking rn 😔😭. But I shall hopefully add more later and feel free to add your own takes/whatnot

#the monkees #davy jones #monkees headcanons #asks

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kscheibles · 7 months

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Could u pls give us a snippet of e la vita 3? 🫶

hey babe yes of course!! I posted this bit a while back but maybe if you want something else you could tell me what vibe you’re thinking? I have something below the cut anyway 🫶🏻

“Do you compare me to her?” he whispers, index finger circling my shoulder blade. I chuckle a little bit.

“What’s to compare?” It’s a question but I make it sound more like a statement. Or I mean to, anyways.

“I dunno,” he drawls, “like how good I make you feel or somethin’.”

“No,” I answer, “definitely not that.” He sits up against the headboard and kicks the duvet off his legs.

“Other things then?”

“Do you compare your sexual partners to each other?” I ask.

“Not really, I guess,” he mutters. “You still haven’t answered my question.”

“I don’t know. It would last longer with her but that’s just how it is when it’s two girls,” I shuffle myself to lean my head on his chest. I want to show him that I want to be close to him. His hand comes up to my hair on instinct. “I don’t mind that you get tired or whatever, it’s just, like, different. I don’t know.”

“Different good or different bad?”

“Just different. Like ‘ooooh’ and ‘aaaah,’ I guess. They both feel good, they're just a little different,” I look up at his face to make sure he believes me.

“I’m sorry to make you give me the bisexuality crash course,” I smile into the soft skin that covers his pecs, “I suppose it makes me a little self-conscious. Knowing you’ve done all the stuff I do to you.”

“Well not all of it,” I chuckle at him. He swats my shoulder.

“Don’t be disgusting,” he says. I remember her; her hips and her whines. It hurts a lot less than it once did but it’s not quite devoid of any sting.

“I do kind of wish I could experience it from a boy’s point of view,” I state. I debate whether I’ll tell him what I mean. I wouldn’t want him to see me as masculine or someone who doesn’t want him. My therapist would say that if he does think those things then he’s not right for me, but what if I don’t necessarily want him to be right? It’s not that I want him to be wrong, per se. I just want him to be exactly who he is. And, if who he is hurts me, I’m okay with that, I think. It’s the first time in a long time that I’m sure I can handle being hurt. Not because I have some magic tonic to get over it, but because I know there’s nothing I can do to stop it hurting. Other people would hurt me anyway – coworkers, family members – but none of them are Matty. At least if he were to hurt me, it would come from him. He would never hit me below the belt or lie to himself about me when I’m gone. In a funny way, that’s comforting. I trust him to hurt me.

#thank you for asking friend!#answered #anon

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sometimesrosy · 1 year

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The 100 2023 rewatch ep 1.4

Murphy's Law

Man I wish Wells had survived. I wish we could have seen who he became. :(

The wall has been built. Good for them. Clarke is outside it in the growing graveyard, mourning Wells. Finn sneaks up on her telling her what to do. (shouldn't be out here) says the guy who spent another night exploring out in the woods. Oh he got her something did he?

And she's charmed by the art supplies. It makes her remember Wells who was trading his own stuff to give her supplies. NOW she starts blaming her mother. I mean, fine it's her mother's fault, but oh she realizes what she can do to make her "feel it." Vengeful child. And feel it she does. The first terminated signal in over a week. She is freaking out over Clarke maybe dying.

Meanwhile, Monty needed a working wristband for the comm signals. "Well be talking to the Ark by nightfall." Monty's such a sweety and so competent.

Look at those delinquents working hard building walls. Look at Murphy being a dick to the kid who stumbles. Look at Bellamy being dad bellamy and teasing little Charlotte. OMG WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU MURPHY??

I forgot he peed on that poor kid who wanted a water break. WHAT A DICK. How in the world did they redeem him. But they did.

O is leading Jasper out into the woods. And she gets grabbed. By one of the Johns. Then he trips and sees Wells' severed fingers. Hello Trauma capital T.

Dick Kane is tracking Abby and wanting to know why he's going to Mecha. She lies and says someone has strep. "We don't want another outbreak." And he backs off. She lies again saying she'll keep him informed. Mecha has Raven fixing the tincan. No pressure regulator and they can't ride in the shuttle.

The metal knife from the drop ship. The grounders didn't kill Wells, it was one of us. Bellamy points out there's more than one murderer in the camp. Ooooh. Bellamy and Clarke conflict. he wants the news quiet. Keep people afraid and they'll work for him. Fear of the grounders is building the wall. Don't even know who's knife that is.

OH really? JM. John Murphy. The people have a right to know. SHe goes RIGHT to Murphy and blames her for killing him. He of course denies it because he didn't. AND BELLAMY believes her. "I don't have to answer to anyone!"

Come again? Asks bellamy. And he says the knife and fingers were found together. Poor murphy. He really didn't do it. The kid he peed on wants him floated. "It's justice." She says revenge isn't justice. WOW that's a lot of delinquents jumping Murphy. O wanted to stop it. She was a lot less blood thirsty in season 1. I wish we coulda stuck with that.

Clarke is saying they can't string him up

Oooh. this is graphic. Clarke says Bellamy can stop this and the peed boy says Bellamy should do it. They start chanting his name. And Clarke says she saw him in the woods and she knows he's not a killer.

OMG they actually drop him. THat is awful. Awful. WOW>

HOLY SHIT. I forgot how HORRIBLE that was in the immediate reveal that Charlotte did it.

Horror on top of horror on top of horror. That's how this show dragged us in. We never had a chance to recover or even process one horror before finding another.

Meanwhile Bellamy REALLY does not want to do this, but he's going with the crowd. He's NOT in control, but he's afraid that if he stands against them he'll lose control.

Nigel's "little bird" needs a pressure regulator. What for? Regulating pressure. She says she has her mother's sense of humor. And she doesn't move machine parts. How bout some moonshine and herb. She tries to pimp Raven out to the chief of electrical. Her mother would have taken that deal. In fact, she did, many times. We forgot about Raven's history, didn't we.

"I was just trying to slay my demons, like you told me."

Little girl never learned about metaphors and symbolism. What that little girl could have used was a good ENGLISH TEACHER!!! That's right, an english teacher could have saved Wells. lol

Bellamy blames Clarke. If she didn't tell then those idiots would still be building the wall. Meanwhile he wants to save Charlotte the actual murderer. "Giving the people what they wanted."

Now Murphy is trying to get the delinquents to string up Charlotte. "It's okay to string me up for nothing but when this little bitch confesses, you wanna let her walk." And Murphy slams Bellamy and tries to get the girl. This is jam packed.

Clarke and Finn run off with Charlotte into the woods.

UH OH. The arc medical unit. There's a lot of kids not doing so well. Oxygen deprivation. Raven can't get the part. Nygel has the part, and Abby is going to take care of it. I actually always wanted to see Nygel on earth. She would have been GREAT as a villain. Trading morphine for a pressure regulator.

Charlotte tries to hold Clarke's hand and Clarke is MAD. "Clarke she's just a kid." "She's a killer. Look at me, you can't just kill someone to make yourself feel better."

Finn found a bunker for hiding.Art supply store. "I can't believe you kept this place quiet." Clarke agrees with me. Repurposing and sharing with the group. He bribes her with colored pencils. Jerk. They're using a shit ton of candles. Wasteful.

She thinks if she hadn't told none of this would've happened. Finn says she couldn't have known. "Bellamy knew."

Kane's mom Vera. It's funny whose names i remember. The magic earth tree. It's just a bonsai. Nygel tells Kane about Abby. She sucks. Great villain. He calls her a plague on the ship.Oops theres the morphine.

Clarke fell asleep on Finn's shoulder and she grins, she's got a crush on the worthless jackass. And Charlotte's gone.

Bellamy has found her. It's Charlotte hunting season. Bellamy is trying to help her. "I'm not your sister." She's got your number B.

"Listen to me Charlotte. I. Won't. Leave. You."

She calls for Murphy.

Raven and Abby fixing the shuttle as we wait for Kane to come. She finds out that Kane knows the morphine is gone. They're gonna be here in five and Raven needs 20. "Only one of us needs to get to the ground. 300 people will die if you don't." "They'll float you." "Then they'll float me."

Bellamy is carrying Charlotte over her shoulder before running into the cliff. Here comes murphy. He's ready to take a few of them with her. Clarke arrives. "This has gone too far."

Murphy grabs her and holds a knife to Clarke's throat. A trade for Charlotte. She wants to trade herself. She's feeling guilt. So she jumps over the cliff.

Bellarke's first lost child.

Now Murphy is like, "bellamy..." and bellamy is going to bet him to death. "he deserves to die."

"NO! We don't decide who lives or dies, not down here."

This is when they become partners. "We need rules."

"And who makes those rules? YOu?"

"For now WE make the rules. We banish him."

Bellamy is with her. Threatens him if he ever sees him in camp again. And says the other four can be with him or die with Murphy. THey choose Bellamy.

Finn is all emotional. And useless I might add.

Raven racing against the clock to regulate pressure. And Nygel gave her a bum part. Great villain. She sees a space suit. oh that will work.

Abby tells Kane that she's trying to save "all of us." He arrests her and continues the search for Raven Reyes WHO has just taken off in a rusted tincan. She floated HERSELF bitch.

Clarke and Bellamy speaking to the collected Delinquents and nodding to each other. Partners.

Monty has gotten the wristband working. Morse code. OH no. It fried every last wristband. Fried them all? Then how did they use the wristband in season 3??? Oh it might have been one of the ones the took off before.

Meanwhile O is rewarding "brave" Jasper with a kiss. He picked the wrong girl to have a crush on, I tell yah.

Oh UGH. Finn is destroying the bunker because "we're dead to them." we're not alone. YOURE Not alone. No it was Finn who kissed her not Clarke who kissed finn. Now they have their love scene. Meh. Short.

With his girlfriend Raven coming down AS they're doing it.

Rude. Honestly what a soapy mess. Clarke and Raven shoulda gotten together and left Finn out completely. Damn right.

Anyway. That's a jam packed episode. Very dramatic. High stakes. Life and death on the small scale with the delinquents and the large scale with the Ark.

The hanging scene was BRUTAL. Like it was really violent. And the Charlotte reveal was a gut punch. The acting has stepped up big time. (I still don't love O and Jasper, I never really did, but everyone else.)

Murphy is absolutely despicable in all conceivable ways. Clarke is desperate. Bellamy is floundering. Finn is just standing around doing nothing while Bellarke does it all... sorry, he's judging. He does that. Raven is a super star. Abby is determined. Kane has a stick up his butt but he honestly does think he's doing the right thing, although he's still a dick. Monty is a genius. Jasper is terrified. O is a lot kinder in this episode. She loses that later, too bad. We got a lot of worldbuilding for the Ark in this episode with the politics and blackmarket and health crises and Raven's backstory.

I'm actually really enjoying watching this show for story OUTSIDE of Bellarke. There's a lot that I've forgotten.

#the 100 rewatch 2023 #murphy's law #sorry i'm late with this i had a busy week and didn't get the chance to watch.#hopefully i'll get to watch the next episode today too

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fastenwick · 7 months

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Wick's IZ characters meet the OCs that inspired them: Part Two

Agent Zim meets Agent 6,031

(@resisty-zim created in August 2022, 6,031 created in March 2022

Ft mentions of @tallest-red-stitched and @agnt-of-chaos)

Two characters are put in a nearly empty room. No doors, windows, or decor. Just two chairs, a table with food, and a note. The note reads "Enjoy your time together." The food products are donuts, a type of sweet bread called che, chocolate bars, popcorn, and sodas.

Agent Zim arrived first, stumbling slightly from the sudden shift from playing with his kids to an empty and quiet room. "The fuck." He tilted his antennae to listen and smell.Nothing smelled or sounded wrong, yet. He huffed and crossed his arms. This was annoying. Did he knock himself out? Did Red snatch him somehow?

Before any of those questions could be answered, a yellow alien about six inches shorter than Zim popped into existence. She had two yellow antennae with reddish tufts at the end of them, and the slightest amount of yellow fluff on the top of her head. She had three claws on her two visible arms.

She had eyes similar to an irken's, but blue and the two pupils were… shaped strangely, like a puddle that constantly changed shape. At first glance, it looked like she had too reddish claws hooked to her gold shoulder pads, but upon a closer look, the claws were actually connected to extra arms without thumbs that were tucked away against her back. She wore a red patterned shirt and tights and plain red armbands, no shoes so her two toed feet were visible. And she wore a gold piece around her waist, like a belt or a skirt of some kind. And she had type of nose made up of two nostrils that looked eerily familiar to some pop culture thing Zim had seen before…

Zim snorted as he realized what the nose looked like. "Voldemort."

The new alien gave Zim a flat look. "Wow, I bet you think you're real funny."

"I do." Zim nodded.

"Congrats, asshole." She stuck out her tongue at Zim. It was blue like her eyes, it looked more like a snake tongue than an irken tongue.

Zim stuck his tongue out back.

"Did you kidnap me?"

"No, I thought you kidnapped me," Zim replied.

"Well I didn't, I don't even know who you are. I've never seen a creature like you," the alien huffed and tilted her antennae to smell Zim and the room.

"I haven't seen one like you either." Zim tilted his antennae to smell the alien too.

"You're copying me."

"I am not."

The alien rolled her eyes and looked around. She spotted the table. "Ooooh, che bread!" She snatched a piece and munched it.

Zim snorted. "Okay then, enjoy your snacks. I'm gonna find a way out of here." He looked for a door.

The alien found the note. "Enjoy our time together? What is this supposed to be, a date?"

"Ha! Sorry lady, I'm taken!" Zim laughed.

"Uh huh, I am so sorry for your spouse," the alien finished her bread.

"He's actually very happy."

"No one asked."

"Then suffer with the knowledge."

The alien snorted. "You call this suffering? You're funny."

"I am." Zim grinned.

"Get back to looking for an exit, flirt." The alien stuck her tongue out at Zim again.

"Zim is not flirting with you, as I said, I am taken. I know, I know, your poor broken heart." Zim sighed dramatically.

"Ew." The alien grabbed a soda can and threw it at Zim.

Zim stabbed it with a PAK leg, smirking. "Attacking now, are we?"

"Eh, I could go for a fight." The alien chuckled. "What was it, Zim?"

"That's right."

"I'll kick your non-existent ass, Zim." The alien grinned.

"You wish. Look at you, short and stumpy…" Zim approached the alien, shaking his head.

The alien gave Zim a flat look.

Zim patronizingly patted her head. "There there, you'll grow up someday."

The alien snatched Zim's wrist and threw him over her shoulder.

Zim caught himself on his PAK legs, chuckling. "I was trained as an Invader, you'll have to work harder."

The alien had some sort of gun out. "No clue what that is, but I'm a trained Kiraq Agent." She fired at Zim.

Zim expected a lazer and tried to dodge. However, the room was very small and it was not a lazer. It was a wave of sticky green goop that stuck Zim soundly to the wall.

"What the hell?" Zim looked around in confusion.

"Got ya!" The alien grinned and winked.

"Mmh, nicely done." Zim nodded. "What's your name?"

"My ID is six thousand thirty one."

"... I am not calling you that."

The alien rolled her eyes. "The human calls me 6-K."

"Well, 6-K. You forgot about my PAK legs." Zim used his PAK legs to pry himself off the wall and darted at 6-K.

6-K dodged and ran around the room. But with such an empty and small room, Zim easily pinned her to the ground with a PAK leg.

"Got ya." Zim winked back.

"Fine, now we're even," 6-K huffed.

Zim nodded and took the PAK leg off her, offering her a hand to get up. 6-K ignored the hand and stood up alone.

"Any idea where we are?" 6-K asked, dusting herself off.

"Nope. One second I was on my ship with Dib, the next here," Zim said.

"I was chasing Sal through the woods before I was here…" 6-K said.

"Sal is your Dib?"

"What?"

"Eh, your human that tries to expose you and is your rival?" Zim clarified.

6-K snorted. "Sal? Expose me? Nah, he just wants me to leave him alone. He actually is the one that came up with my human disguise."

"Weird, but whatever." Zim shrugged. "You're obviously not any Zim."

"Obviously." 6-K crossed her arms. "I'm not that ugly."

"Pffff, nah, you're uglier," Zim chuckled.

"You've clearly got your perspective mixed up."

"Nope, just not afraid to be honest," Zim said.

"Okay, can we get back on track? Unless you can honest us out of this place. Do you have any enemies capable of instant travel?" 6-K asked.

"No, Red can't teleport people and he'd have no reason to go after a random alien from… I'm going to assume you're from a different universe from us if you don't know what an irken Invader is. Because either you're not from our universe or you're just living under a rock," Zim said.

6-K rolled her eyes. "I'm not living under a rock, I've explored nearly the entire galaxy from Earth to Zicato."

"Then yeah, different universes. The only enemy I have that would kidnap me would have no reason to kidnap you too," Zim explained. "You?"

"Minex, maybe. But the same thing as yours, he'd have no reason to kidnap you," 6-K said. "And Minex works alone, so I doubt that he coordinated with your Primary Color enemy."

"Ha, Primary Color, that's a good one."

"Thanks." 6-K grabbed the note to look over it again. "This is so weird. Why would someone just lock us up here and tell us to enjoy our time?"

"Beats me. Maybe it's some multiversal weirdo that likes to trap strangers in a room just to see what happens." Zim took a donut and used his tablet to quickly test it for poison.

"Like that would ever happen," 6-K huffed. "You sound crazy."

"Takes one to know one."

"That doesn't even make any sense."

"Sure it does. The snacks aren't poisoned, by the way."

"I know, poison doesn't work on a Kiraq anyway." 6-K waved her hand in dismissal.

"I should hope so, you went to town on this weird bread." Zim picked up a slice.

"It's called che, you uncultured gyrsho."

"I do not know what this is," Zim said.

"It's a slimy green slug that's very pathetic, annoying, and also bounces around like a lunatic," 6-K said. "So you."

"Mmh, whatever you say, Voldemort." Zim nodded along.

6-K growled under her breath.

"You're the one handing out insults." Zim shrugged and took a can of soda, opening it and sipping it.

"Look, I'm just trying to get home. I have to get back to Z or he's going to freak," 6-K said.

"Who's Z?"

"My AI assistant."

"Oh, I have one of those. Used to have two. One of them became an asshole and he died. Gir is still around, just terribly unhelpful," Zim said.

"I. Literally didn't ask," 6-K said.

"I'm trying to make conversation. We're stuck together for who knows how long, might as well make the best of it."

6-K sighed. "Fine, I'll try to be a good talking partner. What's your human like?"

"Dib? Very gay. And annoying as fuck, but I love him," Zim said casually.

6-K raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, we're married and shit." Zim sipped his soda.

"Cool I guess."

"What's your human like?" Zim asked.

"Well, that's complicated. He just graduated high-school and is kind of just drifting. He's a living test subject, so he can't exactly live a normal life. I'm trying to get the Booster off him so I can go home and so he can live a normal life. The only problem is he tries to stop me from doing do, so I'm making very lite progress," 6-K explained.

"So you're not on Earth for world domination? That's a new one," Zim mused.

"No, I haven't conquered a planet in awhile. Besides, Minex is more the power hungry one," 6-K explained, studying the walls.

"Who's Minex?" Zim tilted his antennae to listen for any wind.

"A sile that also wants the Booster. He's trying to get it off Sal first, but I have a head start," 6-K sighed. She leaned against a wall, frustrated by the lack of exits.

"Interesting. My Dib doesn't have anything like that, he and I are both wanted by my former empire so that I can be turned into a baby making machine though." Zim straightened and kicked a wall.

"That's disgusting." 6-K made a face.

"Yeah, I know." Zim aimed a PAK leg at the wall. "Take cover, I'm blowing us out of here."

6-K raised an eyebrow.

Zim fired a PAK lazer at the wall. It crumbled easily and fell apart, but there was nothing outside of the wall. Literally nothing. Emptiness. "The fuck?"

6-K's antennae perked and she approached the hole. "What the hell?"

Zim finished off the can of soda and held it over the abyss. He dropped it and watched the empty can disappear into the black. He and 6-K both listened closely to hear the can hit something.

No sound.

"Let's not fall in that…" 6-K suggested.

"Yup. There's no sound at all, no wind, no life, just us. This is eerie…" Zim sighed.

"Yeah." 6-K went to a chair and sat down. "How do we get out of here?"

"I'll see if I have a signal to message anyone, I know people who could teleport us out of here. Getting you home is another story, since we don't know where you come from," Zim said.

"I know where I come from," 6-K said.

"Universe."

"Ah," 6-K nodded.

Zim leaned on the wall. "I've got a signal, the messages are sending."

"How can you tell?" 6-K asked.

"Oh, see this thing?" Zim pointed to his PAK. "To put it simply, this is my brain, and it's hooked up to my socials and tablets, so I can send messages with thought."

"Huh, that must be handy," 6-K said.

"It is," Zim confirmed. "Dib is responding, but the time is all screwed up here, it's going to take a bit to get anything figured out."

6-K shrugged. "As long as we get out of here."

"We will." Zim nodded.

There was silence for a few moments.

"Do you want to talk about anything?" Zim asked.

6-K shrugged. "Uhhhh. You can tell me about your human?"

"Sure," Zim said. "Well he and I used to be enemies and rivals. I was supposed to take over Earth, and he fought to defend Earth. But my mission was a fake, to get me out of my leaders' way."

6-K's face fell.

Zim noticed quickly. "Something wrong?"

"No, continue."

Zim sighed. "When I found out, I rejected them. But I had to go through a whole crisis, and Dib didn't believe that I really gave up taking over the world. It wasn't until the past year that we actually got on good terms while fighting my old leaders. We never really knew what we were, not enemies, still sort of rivals, not friends, something more than allies. But before we could get it figured out, we became… mates and then engaged."

6-K seemed absolutely baffled by the line of events.

"Yeah, that's the appropriate reaction," Zim chuckled.

"You're weiiiird." 6-K shook her head.

Zim shrugged. "Just you wait, you're gonna fall in love with your human too. It's a tale as old as time."

6-K made a disgusted face. "Sal? Hell no."

"That's what they all say…"

"Gross, stop pushing your species intermarriage onto me. You do you, but don't include me into it," 6-K huffed.

"You'll be singing a different tune eventually."

"Stop."

"You're no fun," Zim chuckled.

"Damn right, I'm six thousand thirty one."

"Laaaame!" Zim rolled his eyes.

6-K stuck out her tongue at Zim, who returned the favor.

"I'll offer you a bet," Zim said with a grin.

"A bet?" 6-K's antennae perked.

"Yep. How long have you been on Earth?" Zim asked.

"Almost two years," 6-K said.

"Mmh… In six years, if you haven't fallen in love with Sal, then you win the bet. And if you do fall in love, then I win," Zim said.

"What does the winner get?" 6-K asked.

"Bragging rights."

"Not good enough." 6-K looked at the snacks. "A six year supply of donuts."

"Deal." Zim held out his hand to shake 6-K's.

6-K stood and shook Zim's hand. "Deal."

"I'm sure we'll find a way to stay in contact." Zim grinned.

"Yeah, here." 6-K took a little device out of a fold on the gold waist band and tossed it to Zim. "You can reach me on that."

Zim caught it. It looked like headphones built for antennae. "This might not reach across universes though. Here." He handed 6-K a spare communicator. "This will reach, it works like a human phone."

"Cool." 6-K tucked the device away.

A dart whizzed through the room, a note on it, and it struck the wall.

Zim aimed a PAK leg at the dart, alert. 6-K aimed her goop gun at it.

They both paused when they saw the note. Zim picked it up.

The note read "Say your goodbyes, you'll be going home soon."

"Huh." Zim stared at the note, confused.

"I guess we bored whoever sent us here," 6-K said.

"Serves them right for kidnapping us." Zim crumpled the note and tossed it into the void outside of the hole in the wall. "Well, just in case they really are sending us home, goodbye."

"Bye."

And with that, they were suddenly both returned to their own worlds and lives.

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