#jod post

[the-letter-s]

please tell me about jod and the people he pisses off, I have to know why that post was so relatable for him - @pretend-pretend-vampire

Okay so the first thing you need to know about Jod is he actually spells his name/psuedonym God, you know, like Christian Capital G God, I just tag and spell his name the way he has decided it is phonetically pronounced (Jod) because that is a lot less confusing The second thing you need to know about Jod is he just doesn't know when to stop committing to the bit. Ever. Its a defense mechanism so other kindred dont find out about the actual things he cares about. Such bits include -talking about the coterie ventrue's very real wife who is for sure alive and a woman and is also for sure cheating on him (for context said ventrue is a gay man who as far as Jod knows has never had a wife) -some fucking how convincing the whole ass fucking prince that the moon turning green is a sign of gehenna. This is based on literally nothing and gonna be honest Jod didnt think he would be taken seriously about that one. Hopefully the moon never turns green or shit is gonna Get Bad! -consistently changing his story about who he is or who he used to be in increasingly unbelievable detail -keeps attempting to steal library books, not for any nefarious purposes he just thinks its funny that literally everyone will try to explain that he really does not need to do that and thats not how libraries work -confidently declaring that the coterie tremere really really wants to find mothman and that he is going to Help. She does Not want to find mothman. Not Even A Little Bit -speaking of said tremere he also keeps trying to watch ancient aliens in her haven. She Does Not Approve -keeps implying that theres something super dangerous or secret in his haven and thus no one else is allowed to go in there, there honestly isn't but also one of the other players follows me on here so dm me for more info on that one -Vriska Serket Is A Real Kindred Who Is Real And Exists And Is A Threat And You Should Tell The Sheriff About Her Because He Would Never Believe Me, A Clearly Intoxicated Malkavian -Extremely inappropriate outfits Always. The only thing between this man and wearing assless chaps and booty shorts that say "this is not a place of honor" on the ass to elysium is the rest of his coterie still trying to keep a shred of dignity oh also he has an alcohol problem. Gonna be honest I dont think that would piss anyone off by itself necessarily but it also means that he's generally not considering the conses that could quence in very high pressure social situations so even if he is not committed to a bit in a specific moment and is actually trying to Be Serious For Real he is not exactly eloquent or polite about it!!! This is Very Bad when dealing with the camarilla!! Like he gets some leeway on account of the divine madness but not quite enough to make up the difference. But He Hasnt Met The Final Death Over It yet So Its Fine Do Not Worry About It

[aspiring-spellcaster]

New Star Wars reaction image just dropped

[thelockedchoom]

Mercymorn, having just failed at Jeicide: I'm so sorry, i'll never do it again

Jod, immediately before exploding her forever: me when i lie

[littler3d]

Do I think this man is/was a Jedi? No

Do I still want him to be force sensitive? Absolutely

Would it be really funny if he just had a really strong magnet? Yeah actually it would be

[xylionet]

Jude Law is having a blast. Why yes, I am the space single father of four kids that I met yesterday, while simultaneously a pirate, bounty hunter, wanted criminal and people person. I am absolutely going to act the fuck out of this role and you can't stop me.

[dreams-are-paper-thin]

Skeleton crew episode 7 prediction

I can't imagine it happening any other way lmao

[hollowempire]

Soothing Song | Jod Na Nawood x GN!Reader

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Summary: Nights on a (space) pirate ship full of noisy individuals aren't ideal for sleeping. Fortunately, the captain is there to offer some relief.

Note: I needed Jod fics immediately so I decided to take matters into my own hands and start writing reader inserts again. Got this idea from Jod singing in Episode 6.

Warnings: None, but note this takes place before the events of Skeleton Crew and Jod is referred to as Silvo as that’s what the context calls for.

Word Count: 1,530

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Living on a pirate ship as someone who preferred to still follow somewhat of a normal routine was not a situation intended for the weak, but after getting dragged into a crew of rowdy pirates with no say in the matter themself y/n didn’t have much of a choice but to stick it out. They had ended up among their ranks after mistakenly becoming a witness to one of said crew’s many misdeeds, a seemingly simple case of wrong place wrong time, but rather than execution to avoid leaving witnesses to tell the tale this civilian suffered a much worse fate: dealing with them.

Now, y/n was by no means weak in any sense. In fact, their spirit was why they were allowed–or rather forced–to live and join in the first place, with their quick thinking that day leading to their evasion of the law showing them to be a rather useful ally. But one could only handle so many sleepless nights before it became unbearable. They were noisy, and there always seemed to be something going on. Previous attempts to shout, plead, and threaten them into silence proved to be useless, so all they could do was lay there.

Moving from their back and onto their side facing the window, sorry excuse for a mattress creaking pathetically with the movement, their gaze became trained on the endless array of stars beyond the glass. One of the few positives they managed to find in their predicament was the views, both during travel and on the surfaces of the various planets they encountered on adventures. Their home planet had practically nothing to offer, air so thick with pollution there were people who doubted the sky was anything more than a myth, and there was of course never an opportunity to leave. So in any other case, getting taken away would have been like a dream come true.

Only it wasn’t. A harsh clanging of drinks against tables indicating something exciting was happening outside reminded them of that.

Trying not to pay too much attention to the commotion, y/n momentarily lost themself among stars. They thought about how quiet it must be for them. How lovely it must be.

“You haven’t come out to complain tonight, is everything okay?”

The sudden voice coming from the door to y/n’s quarters startled them, leading them to jolt into an upright position and reach for the blaster strapped to the side of their bed on instinct. That instinct was something instilled in them after months of pirate adventures.

“Relax,” The culprit held up his hands as he spoke, stature more teasing than that of someone who was in any actual danger. “I don’t think the others would take very kindly to the assassination of their captain,”

Upon realizing it was Captain Silvo who had interrupted their false sense of peace, y/n visibly relaxed and sighed.

“What are you doing in here?” they questioned. He hardly ever stepped away from the celebrations that transpired after a successful job, which was exactly what was happening right then, and their confusion grew when he locked the door as it slid closed behind him.

“Checking up on you,” his statement was plain, changing tone right at the end with the newfound absence of his vocoder as he shed the mask that often obscured his entire face.

That was another positive y/n found in all this, his face. Silver hair framed undeniably handsome features, and the sight of it made their heart flutter in their chest ever so slightly. It was a rare occurrence, so the effect was something they were never quite able to get used to.

“What, worried your prisoner got too comfortable and fell asleep for once? Unlikely,”

“You aren’t a prisoner,”

The only response Silvo received was an eyeroll as y/n turned their attention back to the window. While they could no longer see him, the rough clank they heard from behind indicated he had set down his mask. They wondered what his intention was, first locking the door and now putting his things down as though he intended to stay. Their questions didn’t remain unanswered for very long, though, and they turned back around rather violently upon feeling the bed dip under Silvo’s weight.

“Careful, you’ll give yourself whiplash,” he teased. In that moment y/n realized he had also removed his jacket and discarded it alongside his mask, leaving him in only the loose fabric of his shirt tucked into pants tucked into boots. Said garments brushed against the arm they leaned on to remain balanced, and if it wasn’t for the fact that they were so confused, the sudden proximity might have brought a blush to their face.

“Well, now I’m really wondering,” they crossed their arms as the words left their mouth, then making it a point to emphasize every word as they repeated their earlier question. “What are you doing in here?”

“You’re struggling to sleep, I have a solution,” he spoke as though it was the most casual thing in the galaxy, shrugging and kicking off his boots as he did so.

Y/n scoffed at him, arms still crossed.

“And what might your solution be?”

“I can sing you to sleep,”

This time y/n laughed, and as they did they fell backward into a lying position. They ran their hands over their face as Silvo spoke up again, allowing them to rest there over closed eyes.

“I’m being completely serious,”

Opening their eyes again, y/n shot him a look of disbelief, but the expression that awaited them on the receiving end actually did seem serious. Silvo sat waiting with raised brows, eyes trained on their face with great intensity. Now curious and unwilling to risk hurting his feelings, y/n begrudgingly shifted toward the far end of the bed to make space for him.

“Ah, I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist,” His eyes practically lit up when they moved, and the urgency at which he climbed in beside them could only be described as enthusiastic.

Silvo had settled on a sitting position with his back against the wall and legs outstretched beneath the covers, which y/n took as an opportunity to use his thigh as a pillow and shifted so their face ended up pressed against it. The captain opened his mouth to speak, to question it, but y/n interrupted him with an answer before he could even ask.

“You barged into my room and interrupted my alone time, so I’m going to invade your personal space,” they stated as they stretched into a more comfortable position. “Now sing, pretty boy,”

Their newfound ‘pillow’ shook beneath them as a laugh reverberated through Silvo’s body, amused.

“It’s hardly invading if I like it, but whatever you say, darling,”

Y/n’s ears perked up at his use of a pet name. Even though they had been the one to do it first, their heartbeat quickened at the sound. They hoped he couldn’t tell.

“Your heart is beating rather quickly, are you perhaps ill?” Silvo feigned concern, but the faint hint of a smirk could be heard in his voice.

Of course he could tell. They had dug themself into a ditch in getting so close; he could physically feel it.

“Shut up and sing,”

But Silvo’s offer continued to be further delayed, because as y/n spoke they smacked his thigh in retaliation to his teasing. He recoiled dramatically, and as a result y/n slid back onto their original pillow with a thud. They glared at his now pouting face.

“If you’re going to be so ungrateful I could always just leave…” Silvo made a move to get up as he spoke, tone clearly lighthearted, but was stopped by fingers promptly wrapping themselves around his wrist. A smirk returned to his lips. “Desperate, are we?”

“Just get in here,”

The position the two took on that time was far different than before. More intimate, to be exact. Silvo was laying down fully, and y/n’s head found its place on his chest as his arm encircled their back. Neither spoke for a moment, leaving the room as silent as it could be with the constant hum of the ship and the crew’s everlasting noisiness.

Eventually, the quiet beginnings of a song filled the air. It’s not one y/n recognized, but Silvo’s voice is soothing and they let out a content hum to let him know that without feeding his ego too much. As the song carried on his words became clearer but remained soft, accompanied by a gentle hand moving back and forth along their shoulder.

The world around them seemed to fade away as y/n lost themself in Silvo’s song just as they had with the stars before he showed up, and they finally drifted off to sleep there in his arms, grateful he wasn’t screwing around when he said he had a solution.

That was the first good night’s sleep they got in a very long time. Silvo was just glad his excuse to get close to them provided some benefit.

[chipthekeeper]

Looooove fern getting the “I’m not even tired”—smash cut to her passed tf out gag

[the-letter-s]

I need you all to know that any time I see a post addressed to a nonspecific White Boy in my head the post is about Jod

[aspiring-spellcaster]

Friendship ended with Jod, 33 is now the newest member of the Star Wars father figure character club

[agoldengalaxy]

skeleton crew finale spoilers under the cut!

what I find so interesting about jod is that we already knew he wouldn’t kill the kids. he had been presented with that option more than once and chose not to. it’s a line he won’t cross. we also know now that he was saved by a jedi as a child, and that the people who executed her forced him to watch

despite his threats from the previous episode, he really doesn’t want to kill fara or wendle. he knows what it’s like to lose an adult that you admire, a caretaker. as jealous as he was of these kids and their ‘perfect’ childhoods, jod was never going to become the people who took his mentor from him

[dragon-64]

She be a fine ship, aye.

[griddleharkbrainrot]

The NEED I have for Dios Apate Major. Not for sexy reasons but because of the 10,000 years of unbridled rage and grief that is Mercymorn vs Augustine "repression is jod's gift to man and so am I" vs John "I miss my friends who I can't remember and so ill just fuck the traumatized meat puppets i stuffed in their bodies". I want the layered hatred and regret in every moment. Mercy and Augustine thinking that this feels hauntingly familiar but they can't remember why, John pretending they are people he accidentally destroyed. The internal war Mercy faces of man vs. God coming to a peak, Augustine desperately shoving down the grief of their lost companions (there used to be so many and now there are three), John superimposing M- and A- over Mercy and Augustine because they may bear their faces but THEY ARE NOT THE SAME

Please Ms. Muir, I need it.

[xylionet]

Jod does seem genuinely upset about KB. Like he kind of thought everything would be alright once this was over.

"I don't want to hurt anyone" Has already hurt a bunch of people. "I don't want to destroy this beautiful place" Has already started.

[ourg0dsal]

The Locked Tomb is truly The Fandom Of All Time.

Where else are you going to get random cow facts with a side of Lesbian Jesus Martyrdom.

[loch-genesis]

“at least john gaius put some effort into being god, jesus was just a nepo baby”

says my beautiful wife