#Laser Ruler

[cyrusmehdipour]

Controlling Plastic Injection Machine Nozzle Movement with a Digital Las...

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[crowttore]

Laser ruler penis, so he has the biggest but the smallest.

-Caprisun urethrae anon

ALSO LASER POINTER PENIS SO IF CELESTE PULLS TRIES TO GET FREAKY HE CAN JUST DISTRACT HER-

[spaceprecipitation]

how did i never realize there was exactly 8 playable characters

[thebearme]

What if the reason Petey wasn't in Big Jim's begin book because he actually made a deal with the aliens before hand and nobody knows.

He originally try to talk to them to stop them from invading in general but because they have ALOT more power, Petey settle with the best choice he got. To protect his family; they can do whatever to earth but you keep his family and friends OUT OF IT!

That why the aliens just made everyone go to sleep instead of lasering all of them with the cuteray. And Sarah was also invited to the "hero party" but didn't go because she's a busy woman with news reports to do ... and because she has a gluten allergy so she doesn't want cake.

Now time for the second part of this

Now I came up with three different ideas for why Petey would hide out.

1) petey lie on his end of the deal and bought time to find a way to stop them.

Leave everything but the ring.

2) The aliens found out he had the ring and thought he must have been the chosen one and took him.

3) Petey made a EVIL plan with the aliens to become king. (cuz seeing from peteys bed frame i think he still fantasize being ruler) Of course he still kept his friends and family safe but he couldn't care less about the rest of the world. For god sake he ever told the news or the government about the invasion because he wanted them surprised.

Now you guys can pick which idea you like the most, I'm a theorist and indecisive. But either way, I do think that they will all lead to some sort of space adventure!

[bloobluebloo]

Got any hot 'TotK Rauru sucks and is bad' takes today? I keep seeing screenshots and art where he's looking all kindly and wise and am in the mood to see him roasted by one of Ganondorf's strongest soldiers.

Why thank you. As a professional Ganondorf spokesperson I am also a professional Rauru hater! This is true and factual as you must know.

-Rauru amputates Link's arm and replaces it with his arm without Link's consent, and then ALSO takes it away without Link's consent! What if he wanted to keep the ultrahand capabilities huh? What is up with that? Why does Rauru get to call the shots without asking?

-Rauru KNOWS about puppet Zelda and Ganondorf and does not even give Link A CLUE. "Oh, but if he tells you then there's no mystery to the game". Oh I'm sorry, it's not as if you find out very quickly who puppet Zelda is and then have to proceed spending the rest of the game pretending like you have noooooo idea why Zelda is acting so weird.

-How dare Rauru pretend he "passed on" when it is very clear that he didn't. YOU passed on YOUR problem to us and gave us your stupid arm so why not make yourself useful and be a companion! Afraid to face the guy you stuck your fingers in goatman?

-"Rauru was such a good dad to Zelda." Why, because he didn't directly berate her? When Zelda told him about her concern with Ganondorf his answer was "Oh I know he's evil so I will keep him close" and then dismissed the issue. Bitch this girl came from the FUTURE this is literally an OMEN. Do you not believe her concern to be serious???? Zelda is a ruler and respected in her own right yet in this Hyrule she was still relegated to "young naive princess who shouldn't worry about such things".

-"But isn't it kind of Rauru to remove that burden from her shoulders-" NO? She isn't a little girl who needs to be shielded! She just spent 100 years holding back the Calamity! She has gotten a golden opportunity to save her kingdom by killing its problem at the source! Treating her like a delicate tired woman who should rest when she is a leader, someone who put her own life on the line for a century and wants to save her kingdom is infantilizing and condescending actually.

-Also, why wasn't he there when Sonia and Zelda confronted Ganondorf? That either tells me he can't be bothered with this man OR that Zelda knew she had to take matters into her own hands and convinced Sonia to help her.

-The Rauru going off on hunts and needing Sonia to pull him back to his kingly duties pissed me off so bad. Dude, YOU'RE THE ONE WHO MADE UP THIS KINGDOM??? If you don't enjoy kingly duties don't make a stupid kingdom!

-People should really question why Rauru had military fortifications so close to Gerudo territory because remember, molduga can only travel through sand! People want to pretend that Ganondorf attacked completely unprovoked but if someone was building military fortifications along my borders while continuously sending me invitations to join this new kingdom I would, indeed, feel threatened. Peace? My ass Rauru it was "do it or else".

-Also, Rauru, it is actually really weird to send multiple invitations to another king, who has a kingdom, not to negotiate an alliance of equality but to demand fealty. Like that's another sovereign nation dude, you can't just have it because you are god's favorite child or whatever.

-"But Rauru was offering protection to those who joined Hyrule". Proetction from who??? If you have to make up a headcanon to justify this then it means that there is no reason given in game. I suppose the protection is from Rauru himself because you run the risk of being blasted by a laser if you don't kneel for Hyrule.

-Why is it that Ganondorf had enough ambition as a king to become so powerful with the secret stone that he could take on 7 secret stone wielders but Rauru, god's favorite child, a big fan of the power of light and friendship, and so concerned about bringing peace to Hyrule, could not do the same? I suppose he wasn't THAT committed to his vision of Hyrule. Call Ganondorf whatever you want, but he knew what he wanted and believed it deeply and the secret stone reflected that.

-WHY DID HE DOXX LINK LIKE THAT IS SUCH A NAIVE STUPID AND ASSHOLE MOVE!!!! KEEP YOUR ENEMIES IN THE DARK IDIOT!!!!

We love and stan an incompetent, quirky, naive king because those qualities are innocent! That's how this works right.

[seat-safety-switch]

Never underestimate the power of a ruler. Of course, I'm not talking about kings and queens, or even your average petty regional tyrant. I'm talking about a straight edge that you can use to measure things with.

In the last couple of years, rulers have gotten a bad rap. Obsolete. Outdated. Outmoded, which I thought was an ice cream word until someone told me otherwise. Everything nowadays is laser-guided, precision-measured, and computer-controlled. Using a stupid piece of metal that is vaguely straight and tells you vaguely how long things are is a thing of the past.

I'll be the first to admit that I was on Team Not-Ruler for a really long time. Tape measures and digital calipers, those were my jam. They make you sound so much fancier. Like an engineer! Problem is, they weren't good at holding up tables with one short leg. The ruler is perfect for this purpose, and it has many other great uses around the house, too!

When you're using your fancy new plasma cutter, maybe you don't have any money to go buy an expensive computer and control system for it. That money could be better spent on, oh, about half of a used car (at today's prices; four or five used cars a couple years ago.) How are you going to keep your cut from being super wobbly and embarrassing to all the real machinists out there, when you post it on YouTube? Pull that ruler out from under the kitchen table, and use it as a cutting fence. You probably won't even melt it, and if you do, it cost a buck twenty-five at the dollar store.

Plus, it helps that I forgot where I put my digital caliper. A new one of those suckers is like fifteen dollars. You know how many rulers I could buy for that money?

[velvetseahorse]

“Aśvini = light-and-sound healers who work with polarity and pulse, such as pulsing laser light beams. They are a pair and inseparable. Naturally, aśvini-born have superb hearing and are extremely sensitive to vibrational frequency. Although this technology and other similar light-and-sound healing methods were forgotten as previous civilizations each slipped into the bottom of the cycle, the present ear is returning to this ancient knowledge and collective memory is resurging.” - source

Ashwini is marked by constant mental activity, endless contemplation, problem-solving, and the drive to break things down and understand them. Two prominent Ashwini natives that come to mind are American theoretical physicist J. Robert Oppenheimer (Ashwini ☉) and engineer and futurist Nikola Tesla (Ashwini ↑). Think of Ashwini as a spark in the brain—ever-active, firing with spontaneous ideas and energy. As the first nakshatra of all, Ashwini carries the impulse of new beginnings. Its natives often experience a rapid flow of ideas that seem to arise from beyond the material world, as if channeling innovation from a higher plane. They embody the role of initiators, inventors, and excavators of hidden knowledge. As W.J. Wilkins writes in Hindu Mythology: Vedic and Puranic, these individuals are “often an inventor; excavator; discoverer; initiator of new paradigms; agent of radical change (8).” Eccentric and unorthodox ideas emerge in line with the natal characteristics of Professor Ketu, the nakshatra’s planetary ruler.

The saying “So-and-so ran so so-and-so could walk” perfectly embodies Ashwini energy. This is why you’ll often find Ashwini natives being the first to do something or create something entirely new. They’re innovative pioneers who think deeply often beyond the material plane, as mentioned before. Ashwini represents both consciousness and unconsciousness not necessarily in terms of life and death, but as the subtle interplay between the two. Eventually, they become the spark in your brain that keeps you alive and makes you who you are as spiritual being on this material plane.

[spider-jaysart]

For the Supersons week 2023 bonus prompt: In another life

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This is an au of mines called Species swap where Damian's an alien and Jon's a human instead. Besides my apocalypse one, this one is also one of my most faves! And for fun, I also named it Earth 59

(More under the cut)

Damian and the Batfamily, plus the Al Ghul's, are hero aliens instead of humans (though, the Al Ghul's are more like warriors here like Tamaraneans are for example) and Jon and the Superfamily are the humans in this au who save people on earth with their highly trained combat skills and helpful gadgets.

The Al Ghuls live on a far away planet called "Lazarus planet" and Damian grew up there with them (just like in his origin). All aliens there were trained to fight very skillfully. Damian too while growing up there was trained to fight very skillfully as well, since he's going to be the ruler of that planet one day when he grows up.

But then Talia had no choice but to send Damian to his Father's planet on his 10th birthday, since some vicious aliens from another planet had came to invade their home and wanted to assassinate all of their people during that day, so she had to do it to keep him safe until the war was over. She quickly leaves their planet and uses one of the mini traveling spaceships to drive Damian to Bruce's planet, which is Gotham. After landing there and finding Bruce, she leaves Damian there with him to be taken care of while she's gone.

So for the mean time while Damian has to stay on Bruce's planet, he begins to finally get to know his Father and finally learns about the rest of his unknown Batfamily members for the first time as well. And while all of that's happening, after some time, the Al Ghul's later win the war on their planet and Talia goes back to go get Damian. Though, Damian has already become attached and didn't want to just leave his Father and his other family so soon after getting to finally know them for only just such a short time, so Talia lets him stay a little longer because of that. After that, her and Bruce both later decide on an agreement about sharing equal time with him, letting him usually spend one week on Lazarus planet with the Al Ghul's and the next one on Gotham planet with the Batfamily so that it'll be fair

With the Superfamily, Jon, Clark, Lois, Kara, Kon, and Chris live on earth as humans and fight crime protecting people (just like the Batfamily as humans). They train a lot to stay strong and also own a lot of gadgets. And just like how the Batfamily would, they have things like a Superrang, Supermobile, and etc. They also all wear masks to hide their identities

Damian's never been to earth before, not even his Mother. Though, he's always heard stories from his Father, brothers, and Grandfather about earth and it's humans, since they're the ones who have actually been there before. He was always curious about what it was like over there but he never dared to visit it, especially since he was always told by his family that he wasn't ever allowed to because of certain reasons that could possibly endanger him

One day though, during a mission in space with his brothers when he was 12 years old, which involved a bunch of dangerous aliens who owned powerful electric, laser guns, he fell down to earth after being severely shocked and knocked out by a strong laser blast. He fell down in planet earth's direction, later crashing into a video game store while Jon and his family were nearby, busy dealing with a mission of their own. Jon, after hearing the crash, went to go take a look at where and what the loud sound was caused by and saw Damian just laying there knocked out in the store with the ceiling rocks on top of him, since he had destroyed the stores roof during his crash into the place

After the rest of the Superfamily found out about it, they took Damian with them to the Fortress of solitude to find out who he was (he was still knocked out), since they knew he wasn't from earth after looking at his unique outfit and long unusual sharp, large sword. As soon as Damian woke up, he tried to fight them and escape, feeling endangered since he didn't know them, but they calmed him down and then kept him inside of a clear cube that he couldn't break through at all with his super strength so that he could stop, which just got him upset again but even more than before

They let Damian out once they found out that he wasn't a threat and tried apologizing to him. Jon excitedly then tries to become his friend and tries showing him around Metropolis during that same day until they can get him back home. Damian's clueless about earth things and only knows a little bit about the things that his family has told him about it before, so Damian ends up curiously asking Jon a lot of questions about everything around earth and in Metropolis, while Jon tries to answer them all for him (he thinks that Jon is a very smart person cause he knows all the answers to his every question lol). So they both get to bond a little and know eachother better that same day (they also fight some crime together while walking around the city)

Meanwhile, the Batfamily and the Al Ghul family are both panicking very much and are trying to find Damian as fast as they can since he's still missing. So once the Batfamily and the Al Ghul's got to earth, they got into a mini fight with the Superfamily, thinking that Damian's in danger with them. But then Bruce remembers Clark being the same exact boy he had met as a kid when he himself accidentally crashed onto earth many years ago in the past and got his help to go back home, so it all gets figured out in the end and peace is quickly made between them both and all is finally understood

Both of Damian's family finally found him after that and tried to take him safely back home, but he refused and didn't want to leave since he found everything so interesting on earth, plus he was also just starting to like Jon too. After arguing back and forth, they decided that he could visit sometimes, but only with supervision from whoever is available to go along with him during those times to make sure he's okay. Damian was pleased with that decision.

So after everything and as time went on, Damian and Jon later became the duo team named Supersons and also best friends in the end too (with crushes on eachother)

Some facts:

Damian and the Al Ghul's are the ones who rule Lazarus planet since they're the royal family there

Those from Lazarus planet are called "Lazarens" and those from Gotham planet are "Gothamites", so that makes Damian a mixed alien who is considered a "Lazamite"

Most characters who are aliens in canon are now humans in this au instead

All planets like Tamaran and Krypton don't exist in space in this au and are instead just big cities on earth. Tamaran city is corrupted under Blackfire's control over it and Krypton is a city that was destroyed many years ago, so it is now abandoned and no one ever visits it

Damian is pretty reckless on earth while fighting and using his powers on humans who are criminals, since he's used to being that way when defeating enemies who are very strong like him back in space. So Jon has to sometimes remind him to be more careful about what he's doing and how he has to be more calmer when handling humans and certain other things

Just like how Damian always visits Jon on earth for patrol together or just hangout or have sleepovers at the Kent farm, Jon also visits Damian's planets sometimes too and they get to do many of those things together there as well

Damian wanted to find a way to be around Jon more though after becoming his friend, so after hearing that Jon goes to school in the early day, he immediately wanted to be registered in too (it's also because they don't have many schools in space for alien kids and he was homeschooled for years by Talia, so he wanted to know the experience too). Talia and Bruce didn't want to do it since they were afraid that he could get caught as an alien if he were to make any kind of mistakes around the civilians over there, but after being constantly asked over and over by their son and seeing how much he wanted it, they finally did it for him. The Superfamily decided to help him out by making him a holographic bracelet that makes him look human (which makes him look like how he always does in canon)

Damian doesn't have his canon pets with him in space in the beginning (only Goliath and Batcow who have some type of alien DNA in them) and has no idea what earth pets are like either because of this, but he does meet them on earth later on. After escaping their everyday cages, they all unexpectedly run out of a nearby pet shop while Jon is showing Damian around the city and they happily run towards the Boy Wonder. Damian prepares to defend himself since he isn't very trusting of them at first, thinking they are going to try and challenge him with an attack like other creatures he's fought before, but he was immediately met with the complete opposite after getting pushed down to the ground by them, getting a bunch of doggy and cat kisses to the face instead. This unexpected love from them quickly made him change his whole view on them, causing him to fall in love with their lovable, fluffy cuteness. The pet store owner tried to take them back inside, but Damian threatened him with his large sword so that he can leave them alone. It scared the poor guy away and Damian happily left with his new pets. After seeing that, Jon had to quickly go after Damian to tell him that's not how things are done on earth and that he has to actually go back and adopt them first for real instead of just leaving with them. After all of that, Damian later puts special collars on them (made by the Batfamily) that help them breathe properly in space so that he can take them home with him

When Jon gets married to Damian in the future when they're both adults, he also becomes a king on Lazarus planet too like Damian

In this au, Damian and the Batfamily destroyed Eberos (the creature from Dceased who was made by Darksied to start the apocalypse) before he could even do anything to earth

For abilities and other little things:

Damian has flight, Superstrength, Superspeed, laser vision, laser beams, and flame blasts that he can throw from his hands. And also, while it may be a learned skill for him in canon, it's actually a natural born ability of his to be able to imitate many voices in this au

Whenever he gets really mad, Damian's hair turns into flames until he calms down again

Lazarens have Lazarus blood in them, so whenever they get cuts or are severely injured, their wounds just close back up (after an hour) and they regenrate whatever part of their body they lost (which usually takes almost a month). They can also live up to 2000 years or even longer because of this. There are also multiple Lazarus pits on Lazarus planet

Damian's big sword is way too heavy to actually be held by humans, so only those with super strength like him can hold it. He can also transfer his abilities to the weapon while holding it during battle and make it light up in green fire, which helps him create bigger damage against enemies and make fast clean cuts through anything too

Not one of them, but Damian is allergic to these giant "shrimp" like creatures in space and will grow a big headache and will also be sneezing out whole fire breath sneezes as if he's a dragon if he's too close to them for too long. He can even take out almost a whole battle field with it too, that's how bad it is (inspired by my friend @paladin-of-nerd-fandom65 's headcanon where Damian is allergic to shrimp). After finding out about this allergy, Jon created an antidote for him that makes it go away faster whenever they bump into these creatures

Lazarens only fall in love once with someone and aren't able to go through it again with other people

Bruce is a Gothamite who is born with a lot of rare abilities that many other Gothamites don't have, so some of them were passed onto Damian too. They're: Super high intelligence, the super clear ability to observe things much better than a human as if they're like robots, astounding quick memory, and the ability to move any shadows with them when they need to stay hidden

Damian's system allows him to eat whatever he wants, especially weird stuff, without any kind of problems. He's still a vegetarian though and even tries to be one with earth food too (sometimes he doesn't understand what any of the meals actually are though and needs help from others to tell him if they involve meat or not)

[orbitariums]

nerd/geek! patrick x black!reader

dirty stinky patrick this manipulative toxic patrick that. WHAT ABOUT stinky nerd/geek patrick who’s more akin to stephen nedorosckik (olympics horse boy) except he doesn’t do any sports he just plays call of duty in his dorm all day and gets his bayonetta ass glasses dirty and slugs out on pizza with his boy art.

he’d actually be really hot if he changed his shirt once in a while (you know he’s wearing a grey “find x” t-shirt or some other shirt with silly puns on it every other day) and washed his hair more frequently. you’re paired with him for a project late in the semester and he has to pretend he hasn’t been jacking it to you the whole year — how can he not when you wear the tightest tank tops imaginable paired with the lowest of low-waisted jeans? your favorite combo is a tight white t-shirt with a hot pink bra peeking out underneath it. you sit in front of him in class and he stares at your back, the hint of a bra strap peeking through the tank.

your bangles jingle with every move you make and he can catch a whiff of your burnt vanilla perfume each time you move as well, and it makes his dick stand up under the desk. you’re always coming into class obnoxiously late with your friends, giggling and making too much noise, but it’s you so it doesn’t matter.

you meet him in the library and after you sit down you hastily put on a pair of thick black glasses from a case you leave laying haphazardly on the table, muttering,

“i know i look like such a nerd, ignore those.”

and patrick, who’s spent his entire life with the nerd/geek reputation just stutters,

“uh-no- no, you don’t at all, you look — um…”

you’re looking up at him now with laser focus, your face as close to his as it ever has been and suddenly it seems like your two chairs are way too close together. it looks like you’re critiquing him but really you’re just analyzing him, cocking your head with squinted eyes as you endure his stuttering. he swallows hard and looks away, down at his paper, finally finishing his sentence,

“reallypretty. sorry, that’s-”

“aww,” you coo, smirking just a bit as you finally get the hint. “that’s really nice of you patrick.”

you squeeze his arm and smile innocently when his head jerks to glance down at your pretty hand, well manicured and soft, gripping his forearm. you’ve been pretty your entire life, with a bit of a mean streak, and so you know the telltale signs of attraction from a guy, from anyone really. you hadn’t paid much attention to patrick in the past — why would you? but looking at him now, you saw potential. he was a bit of a fixer upper, but he had this sweet nerdy charm to him that you found really hot, especially if it meant you could get him to do your homework. he wasn’t even that smart, but he was smart enough, and obsessed enough.

“oh… ha,” he laughs nervously. “thanks.”

you distract him the entire session, both by force and just because of your existence. he thinks he’ll die when you reach for something on his side of the table for the third time, practically snaking across him, your tits in his face as you wiggle to reach for a ruler or a pencil you need to borrow. pretends not to be staring when you reapply your lip gloss, fights his smile when you giggle at some stupid joke he makes. its only two hours but he’s pent up by the end of it, fisting his dick while art showers in their room.

groaning stupidly and loud enough to be heard over the water as he comes into his hand, your name peppered inbetween his moans,

“fuck, yn, want your fucking tits smothering me, please ride my dick, i’ll do anything, please please.”

you just might grant him his wish soon enough.

[cyrusmehdipour]

DIY Digital Laser Ruler Tutorial with VL53L0X GY-53, SSD1306, and Wemos ...

[dyns33]

The Best friend - part 3

Last of of Homelander and his lil bestie

If he'd asked Firecracker, Homelander knew she'd be forced to admit it was her fault.

The idiot had thought that using the purge and the stupidest members of the Seven would allow her to get rid of her rival without being worried.

Even if Y/N wasn't a rival. A rival meant being on the same level, having the same chances to achieve a result. But Y/N was far above Firecracker, who was nothing more than a milk-producing insect.

She was superior, even though she was human.

Homelander didn't like to think about it. This inconsistency in his life, when he hated humans, when he found them pathetic, weak, insignificant.

But not Y/N. Never Y/N. The only one who had always been there for him, who had never lied to him, who had never judged him. Since they'd been reunited, he'd been much happier.

When they were together, he was John again. No more need to play a ridiculous role, to act like a clown to entertain the audience in the hope of scoring points. Y/N's heart beat only for him.

Everyone should be relieved she was back in his life. Thanks to her, he felt calmer and more willing to accept mistakes without using his lasers to solve the problem once and for all.

Well, it didn't change his plan to dominate the country, but he would be a merciful and open-minded ruler with her by his side.

But no, Firecraker's jealousy had visibly fried the last of her remaining neurons, and with her most beautiful smile, she turned to Deep and Black Noir 2, asking them what to do with Y/N.

"What do you mean ?" Kevin had asked, his expression lost and scared. "She's Homelander's girlfriend, right ? We're not touching her."

"Yeah, she's not on the list."

"But he said we had to get rid of all the non-supers who knew our secrets. I guess that idiot Ashley forgot her name. I don't know, I'm just asking."

"… It's true he said that and Ashley is an idiot."

"But if we're wrong, he'll kill us," the fake Black Noir remarked rather intelligently.

"Or maybe it's a test."

Rather than take the time to think, which would have undoubtedly quickly allowed them to see that it was absolutely not a test nor a good idea to go after Y/N, they went to her room, where John had asked her not to leave during the purge. As if thinking it would change anything, they apologized before running toward her with their bats and knives.

If they had touched her, even a little, even without shedding a drop of blood, the world would have burned. Homelander would have left nothing, except maybe his son.

Humanity would probably never know how lucky it had been when Y/N disappeared in front of them, before they could reach her. Deep and Black Noir stood frozen in the middle of the room, uncomprehending.

They hesitated to tell their leader what had happened. Because on the one hand, it was admitting to the attempted murder, but at the same time, something else could have happened, something serious, and if they waited too long, the result would be the same.

"… Gone. What do you mean, gone ?"

"Well, as we told you, sir, she was there, and the next second, she was gone."

"That's impossible. Find her, now !"

With the pest control complete, it should have been easy to find Y/N. But several hours passed without any sign, no news, nothing to indicate what had happened to her.

Unable to do nothing, knowing he wouldn't get anywhere by relying on others, Homelander had scoured the entire city, using his vision to check every house, basement, hiding place, everywhere.

He was now sitting in his seat, holding his nose, as the idiots around him tried to reassure him with empty words, their hearts pounding with fear.

The moment he was about to break came, ready to cut them all in half, when there was a dull thud, and the doors opened.

"Sorry ! Sorry, I got lost, I ran as fast as I could to get back ! Teleportation is new, I'm not good at it !" Y/N trotted over to John as if everything was normal, placing a kiss on his cheek and apologizing again, before returning to her room with incredible calm.

Wordlessly, ignoring everything around him, he followed her.

"I don't really understand what happened," she said when he entered the room, finding her tidying up the furniture that had been knocked over. "Do you know what possessed them to attack me like that ? A mistake ? Maybe a…"

"How did you disappear ?"

It wasn't fear, no. Y/N wasn't afraid of him, she had never been afraid, and she had no reason to be afraid. But for the first time, she was nervous.

Refusing to look at him, she continued tidying up, apologizing and stammering theories about what had happened before she disappeared. But nothing about the disappearance.

"Y/N."

"I wish I could have gone faster to get home, I swear. Maybe I could have run on water, but I wasn't sure, so I flew for part of the way there, and I'm a terrible flyer, I don't know how you do it, and as soon as I arrived in San Andreas I started running again, and…"

"Fly ? You… You can fly too ?"

"… Sit down, please."

They hadn't discussed it because John hadn't thought it was possible, but Dr. Hobbes had thought he was being clever, smarter than his colleagues, by also trying to create the best superhero. So he had given Y/N some Compound V.

It was lucky for him he was dead, otherwise he would have received a visit from Homelander. He'd seen the effects, he knew the process was painful, not to mention the exercises the good doctor had decided to put the little girl through afterward. It wasn't on the level of his own, but it was still torture.

He knew why he hadn't mentioned it, but John didn't understand why Y/N hadn't said anything.

"At first, he was very disappointed because it didn't seem to have any effect, for a very long time. Then, after a trip to town, I discovered I could make objects move. It wasn't much, so he was still disappointed. And after another trip, I could change size."

"Your powers evolve ?"

"No, John. Not my powers. Those of other people, of the supers I meet and touch. I copy them. I don't remember when I learned teleportation, probably during the last big meeting where I shook a lot of hands. For running, it's A Train, and for flying…"

"… Me ? You stole my power ?" he asked, his voice betraying his fear.

"No ! No, I didn't steal anything ! I'm copying, and I'm not doing it on purpose, I swear ! I didn't mean to ! But if I want to prevent that from happening, I shouldn't touch the person. I'm sorry."

"But why didn't you tell me ?"

"I didn't want you to see me differently," she confessed, looking down. "I wanted us to be John and Y/N. I was afraid Vought would try to bring me into the Seven, and that you'd see me as a threat. I don't want fame or fortune, I just want to be with you."

He could have taken offense, saying he'd never felt threatened by her, but John was smart enough to keep his mouth shut, remembering what happened with Ryan.

Like his son, Y/N was younger, she could do everything he could do, but worse, she could do more—all the powers of the Seven and the other supers she'd met. If they had to choose a perfect superhero, who could rule them all, it would be her.

Except she didn't want that. She wanted to be with him. She could have it all, and she wanted it from him.

"Are you mad at me ?" she asked shyly, nervously playing with her fingers.

"No. Of course not. Just hurt that you didn't trust me."

"Sorry."

"It's fine. Just… No more secrets."

"Oh."

Y/N pouted slightly, getting nervous again. She mumbled that she wasn't sure what he considered a secret or important. For her, having powers hadn't really been a big deal. She would have told him if he'd asked.

Not wanting to rush her, John simply placed a hand on her shoulder with a smile, saying that even if it was nothing, he wanted to know everything.

"Okay. I… I killed Doctor Hobbes."

"…"

"Are you mad now ?"

"I've never loved you more than I do right now," he sighed, kissing her.

He hadn't thought about it, but she could hear his heart, so she knew he wasn't lying to her. He had nothing to hide from her.

Together, they were completely happy and unstoppable.

Even if Y/N didn't want to be part of Vought or interfere with his work, she still resented them for what they'd done, even though it had allowed them to meet.

She still whispered to him to be wary of Sage, whose hand she'd shaken several times. He'd keep that advice in mind for the future.

[viceroywrites]

ruler of my heart

ford pines x gn! reader

Ford was a logical man, not buying easily to concepts of fate and destiny. Yet, here the two of you sat, two kindred souls from the same dimension.

18+ - minors dni.

tags/warnings: takes place when ford is stuck in portal, gn!reader, no use of y/n, slight book of bill spoilers (ciphertology cult), implied past billford, smut, switchy!ford.

notes: i am heavy in my alnst hyperfixation and this song has been on repeat in my ages so i had to do a song fic for it. saw orxa's billford ruler of my heart animation and knew i had to do this for ford.

my first time writing smut for ford and it was a bit of a challenge navigating dirty talk while still keeping him in character for the most part but hope i did it justice!

You can turn away from the light

You can even outburn the sun, my star

You're the perfect subject

With the whole world in your sad eyes

Ford had been running for God knows how long.

The passage of time in this dimension felt nebulous, only able to tell that time was moving forward through the greying of his hair. 

There is some dark sense of irony that Ford was able to find in it all. 

After all, his twin brother had been on the run for years, chasing a fruitless dream of wealth in order to be accepted back into their family. Somehow, it was as if their roles had been reversed that fateful day when he was pushed into the interdimensional portal.

However, as lasers whiz past his face, barely grazing against his stubble giving him a clean shaven line through the direction it flew, he can’t seem to care about the irony of it all.

He only cares about survival, ducking behind a nearby piece of rubble that gives him enough cover to shoot back. Only able to get a few clean shots in of the beasts that chase him, shooting lasers through their multiple orifices, he curses under his breath, running out of ammo. His six-fingers rifle through the utility bag he had fashioned for himself, digging to reload his ammo.

Ford lets out a groan, grabbing his forearm that ends up being grazed by a laser. Blood trickles down his skin to soak through the fabric of his long black trench coat. Biting through the pain, he continues his search but suddenly freezes when the lasers suddenly stop and the beasts’ cries of agony ring in Ford’s ear.

He glances over his shoulder to see a figure with a set of goggles and a long black scarf obscuring their features, looming over the last of the beasts. Their boot rests on its head, a sword exuding a blue energy pierced through its neck. 

Despite the beasts being defeated, Ford still has his guard up, uncertain if the figure before him can be trusted. He stays still, hoping that whoever or whatever is only a few feet away from him had not sensed his presence. 

“You can come out from hiding, you know.” The figure says out loud, removing the blue blade from the beast’s flesh and pressing a button on the hilt to sheath it.

Ford’s eyebrows raised in astonishment - it had been quite some time since he had heard the English language that it almost sounded foreign in tongue.

My savior, beautiful soul

I don’t believe, you’re a liar

When our darknesses overlap

(Let me take it all away)

Still cautious, Ford reloads his magnet gun and slowly sits up, his pointer finger on the trigger. He finally stands up, his spine stiff with the gun pointed directly at the individual approaching. 

“You can put down the gun, I’m not here to cause any harm. Besides, I'm not sure if I stand a chance against aninterdimensional criminal.” The figure approaches with caution of their own, their hands up and away from their weapon. 

Ford lowers his guard briefly to question them, his gun lowering slightly, “How do you know of me?”

“Your face is practically plastered across Dimension O on wanted posters, Stanford Pines. You’re kind of hard to miss.” The figure chuckles though it’s muffled behind the scarf.

Ford pauses before asking, “Well, if you’re asking me to trust you, it’s only fair that I get to see your face.” 

In truth, he was insatiably curious if you were actually a human.

You reached up to first unravel the scarf that shrouded the bottom half of your face. Ford saw facial features characteristic of a human - no extra set of lips, noses, random orifices or tentacles. You kept your goggles on, shielding you from the dust and debris that floated past you in this futuristic wasteland. For additional proof, you peeled away the black gloves that covered your hands, wriggling around your five fingers for show.

“I can’t believe it. In all these decades, I have never encountered another human in this dimension.” Ford says in disbelief, almost wanting to reach out and touch you to see if you are real or just an apparition of his fatigue.

“Trust me, I was surprised as well when I saw your face on those wanted posters. We may be the only two.” You chuckle, crossing your arms before your gaze locks onto the wound that is still bleeding. “You’re hurt.”

Ford just now registers the pain, glancing down at it. He winces at the sight, “Oh, I should probably bandage that.” Ford sighs, ripping off a bit of the hem of his trenchcoat. You watch on aghast as he is about to tie the dirty rag over his open wound.

“Wait!” Your hand reaches out to grasp Ford’s wrist. It feels warm to the touch when your fingers wrap around his wrist firmly to stop his movements.

It feels nice. A human’s touch.

“God, you’re going to get it infected. Come, follow me. Let me at least properly dress your wound.” You sigh, tugging on Ford’s six-fingered hand to follow you. Your sudden insistence has Ford’s guard shooting right back up.

The mantra plays in his head like a broken record.

Trust No One.

Trust No One.

Ţ̶̤̤͉̍̂͘r̸̭͇̝̘̄̀͐́u̶̜͕͋̇̇̽͊s̸̡̩̱̘͋̏t̸͉͍̥͍̋̚ ̸̣̋̓̆̕N̷̲͈̮̈o̸̟̭̫͒ ̴͈͙͈̒͆Ờ̶̩̦̙̪̒̒̀n̶͕̓ȅ̸̬̳

Ford’s eyes narrowing cautiously at you. This could be a trap, Bill using the ruse of a human to trick him into a false sense of security. He could easily be possessing some poor soul’s body and dragging it through the Nightmare Realm.

Suddenly, Ford tugs at your wrist, twisting your arm into an uncomfortable position behind your back. You let out a frustrated yell “What the hell are you doing?” before Ford uses this vulnerable position to yank off the goggles that covered your eyes and shine a flashlight into them.

“I’m not falling for your tricks again, Bill!” Ford yells before freezing at the sight.

Two wide pupils gazing up at him in shock. No presence of yellow.

“What did you just say?” You ask, frozen in place.

“I-I’m so terribly sorry. I thought…” Apologies tumble out of Ford’s lips.

“Stop apologizing. What did you call me?” You cut him off.

“Bill…”

“Shit, Cipher got to you too, huh.”

There’s a pause.

“You know Bill Cipher?”

Ruler of my heart, ruler of my heart, ruler of my heart

You are forever beautiful

Ruler of my heart, ruler of my heart, ruler of my heart

The whine of a boiling kettle echoes through the small space of what you call home - a hideout on the edge of the town where all the less chaos-fueled residents of the dimension resided. You had shed your jacket, goggles, scarf and gloves, tossing them to the side before gesturing for Ford to make himself at home.

Ford watches you mill about the room, gathering supplies to dress his wound while he sits on the edge of your makeshift bed. His mind was still racing over the fact that another human stood before him with a billion questions on his mind.

How did you end up here?

How long have you been here for?

How have you survived for this long?

Where did you get that fascinating sword that emitted magnetic energy?

How did you know Bill?

On the other side of the room, you had several questions of your own, similar in nature as well as how many crimes the man that sits on your bed has committed to end up on the Dimension O’s Most Wanted. It’s hard for you to believe that he is a wanted criminal, glancing back to see Ford fiddling with his thumbs and looking around the room in pure curiosity.

Pouring the boiling water into a mug with a tea bag before filling up a bowl, you continue to peer over your shoulder, catching Ford’s gaze when it flickers over to you before he quickly looks away in embarrassment.

Bill Cipher.

A name you hadn’t heard in ages.

A name that sent shivers down your spine, that caused you to wake up in a cold sweat almost every night.

Gathering the items in your arms, you walk over to take a seat next to Ford, passing him the mug of tea. He graciously takes it from your grasp, taking a sip. The warm liquid soothes his throat. “Jacket off.” You say, gesturing to the heavy trench coat on his shoulders. Ford follows, shrugging off the heavy material quickly, wearing a black turtleneck underneath, the fabric tattered from the laser. You stare, mulling over if you can properly clean and dress the wound with it on.

“Shirt off too.” You state. Ford sputters in embarrassment, his cheeks bright red, “Is that necessary?” After all he had just met you and here you were, telling him to undress. 

Your lips quirk up in slight amusement, “Do you want your wound properly dressed or not?”

Ford mulls it over logically in his head and lets out a huff, “Fine.” He peels the fabric over his head, revealing his skin, slightly scarred from the numerous close encounters he’s had over the years.

You begin to clean the sticky red blood off Ford’s arm that had trickled down, dipping the rag back into the water every so often. Delicately, you dab at the edges of the wound, making sure not to agitate the area too much since the blood had finally congealed.

Ford breaks the silence between you, “I must ask… how long have you been here for?” He figures it would be too forward to ask you right off the bat your relationship with Bill so he starts with something more simplistic. It’s been ages after all since Ford had engaged in any conversation that resembled small talk.  

“I’ve honestly lost track of time.” You admit with a shrug to your shoulders, wringing out the cloth before placing it on the edge of the bowl. You grab another piece of cloth, grabbing a bottle of antiseptic and soaking it in it, “It was the 1950s when I was last on Earth.”

Ford nearly spits out his tea mid-sip, looking over at your features incredulously. You looked younger than him, how is that even possible? Even he aged in this dimension, his brown locks turning to grey and the ache in his lower back getting worse and worse as the years passed.

You bite back a laugh at his expression, “I was worried that there was no way I could keep up in this dimension without getting killed if my body got any older. I, uh… started taking youth serums. Turns out the anti-aging properties in this dimension are way more advanced.” 

“And it didn’t mess with your biology at all?” Ford said, fascinated by the prospect of the medicine that existed in this dimension.

You shake your head, “Nope, at least not yet. Fingers crossed that there isn’t suddenly a side effect after years of taking it that long.” You chuckle, “This might burn, just a head’s up.”

Ford grits his teeth as you apply the antiseptic, trying to do it as quickly as possible before starting to bandage his arm up. Wrapping it tightly around his arm, you instruct Ford to flex to make sure it was tight enough before taking his trench coat and turtleneck and hanging it up, “I guess we should address the elephant in the room now that you’re bandaged up.”

“More like the triangle in the room…” Ford mutters, pulling a laugh from your throat. Ford smiles at the sound of it, enjoying your company even if it is for this brief moment.

“Care to share first? I’m assuming your history with Bill is more recent,” You hum, pouring out the water into the sink. You listened intently as Ford began to explain his back story with Bill. How he had stumbled upon ancient cave writings speaking of an all-knowing being, how he had begun to work alongside Bill on a portal that he thought would explain your dimensions’ anomalies, that Bill became his muse.

“So you thought you were special?” You finished Ford’s thoughts with an amused smile, steeping the tea bag in your own mug.

Ford’s cheeks flush with embarrassment, crossing his arms defensively, “N-No, Bill told me he was a muse, picked a brilliant mind each century to inspire.”

You could tell by his reaction that there was a more… intimate history between the two, but you didn’t question it, walking over to Ford and taking a seat next to him, “Sounds like something he would say. I am impressed to hear you worked on the portal all by yourself.”

Ford looks down at his mug regretfully. Fiddleford. “I had an old friend helping me out with the portal. He saw what was behind the portal and abandoned the project swiftly. I… ignored his warnings and concerns leading up to it.”

Surprisingly, when Ford looks over at you, there is no sense of judgment or disdain in your eyes. Only a look of understanding and compassion. “Well, Bill is quite the smooth talker.”

“That may be the understatement of the millenia. He made me feel like the most brilliant mind in the universe. I’ve always felt like a freak, and yet he made me feel understood in a way that I thought unfathomable.” Ford chuckles bitterly, running a hand over his graying locks. You note the extra digits on Ford’s hand for the first time since you encountered him.

“I wouldn’t be too hard on yourself for not catching on sooner, manipulation is what Bill does best.” You attempt to comfort Ford, placing a gentle hand atop his hand once it drops back down to his lap, “The fact that you caught onto his scheme is an accomplishment in itself… I’ve known others who weren’t as wise to his tactics.”

Ford stares down at your hand with a sense of awe. He never thought he would meet someone who had a sense of understanding of Bill like he did, “So how did Bill manipulate you? Stroke your ego, fill your head with fantasies of grandeur?”

You can’t help but chuckle bitterly at the examples presented, “Well, he actually didn’t manipulate me specifically. Bill manipulated my whole town.”

Ford’s grip on his mug loosens, causing it to almost crash onto the floor had he not caught in time. His eyes are wide like saucers, staring at you in astonishment, “Did you just say your whole town?”

You close your eyes, the last days of your time on Earth coming into view as you recount the tale.

Hair falling to the floor in clumps, tears streaming down your face as your individuality is stripped from you. Your head being shaved completely, an eye tattooed on your scalp.

Helium being forced down your throat, forcing you to practice the high pitched tone of voice that all followers of the cult of Ciphertology had.

Being subjected to The Hole any time you questioned why your family members were buying this ridiculous rhetoric.

Feeling your own parents' tight grip as they dragged you by the arms, kicking and screaming, towards the triangle shaped portal.

You tell the history of how your small town in the middle of Kansas became easily brainwashed by a cult leader named Silas whom you suspected Bill was possessing. How easily manipulated the townspeople were by his charisma.

Ford listened to your story in horror, terrified at the prospect that Bill had gotten very close to the portal being completed. He could see the pain etched across your features when you recount the graphic details, hearing first hand how Bill’s quest for chaos turned your world upside down.

“He loved pain. He loved seeing us in pain.” You muttered, pulling your knees up to your chest, “Did you know he outlawed healthcare in our town? Just so any time anyone got sick, hurt, injured, he could watch us be in agony.”

“Did he ever take over your body?” Ford asks suddenly, causing you to blink.

You shake your head back and forth, “No, he only possessed Silas as his vessel. My… parents wanted so desperately to have the privilege of being a vessel for him. They…” You swallow the lump in your throat before exhaling through your nose, “offered me up as a test subject for the portal. That’s how I ended up here.”

Ford places a sympathetic hand on your shoulder, “I am sorry they did that to you. I thought I understood the true horrors of what Bill could do but I cannot fathom the pain you have endured.” 

You smile sadly up at Ford, appreciating his sentiment and slipping your hand atop of his, “I’ve had several decades to process and put it somewhat behind me. If anything, I harbor more resentment towards my parents, they were obsessed with pleasing him.” 

“Unfortunately, I can relate to that.” Ford admitted, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment which pulled a soft laugh from your lips. “Well you came to your senses eventually, so don’t be too hard on yourself.”

You were glad to have stumbled upon him, seeing him from a distance being chased by the creatures. Typically, you tried your best to stay away from the line of fire, only fighting for survival, but after seeing another human face on the wanted poster after all this time, you could not miss the opportunity. It was nice, having someone who shared your hardships, a stark contrast from the people around you all those years ago who worshipped Bill.

“By the way, why did you ask if Bill had possessed me?” You say, looking up at Ford in curiosity as you lean against his shoulder. His spine stiffens at your question, cursing internally over bringing it up in the first place, but his cheeks also redden when you shift closer to his touch, feeling the heat of your body especially with his shirt off.

“Well, I let him enter into my mindscape, thinking he would just be giving me assistance with my research. In reality, that was the worst decision I could have made.” Ford recounts with a grimace, his eyebrows knitted together. Flashbacks of the mocking tape that Cipher had made parading around in his body rising to the surface. 

His lips part to begin to share the details, the words flowing out without any filter, “He took over my body, ran amok with it, put me in dangerous situations. Pain to him was amusing like you said, hammering nails into my hand just to see how much my flesh could take, leaving me out in the cold in the middle of winter in Oregon. I was just his personal puppet…” Your eyes flicker down towards Ford’s right hand, seeing the scarred flesh.

You see the pained flash in Ford’s eyes and place a soothing hand over his hand. Ford jumps slightly at your touch, his shoulders shooting up, but they slowly relax as your fingertips splay across the skin. He sucks in air sharply through his lungs, watching you in awe when your fingers intertwine with his. His gaze meets yours, his vulnerability showing through.

May I take the pain away?

May I help you forget even just for this moment?

Your eyes communicate a silent request.

Thе endless walls

A fall with no ground

In a single momеnt (breaking down)

I go blind and deaf

My world collapsing

How did you, a complete stranger, just moments ago have his walls crashing down?

Ford was a logical man, not buying easily to concepts of fate and destiny. Yet, here the two of you sat, two kindred souls from the same dimension.

Yes, please. 

Take it all away.

He watches carefully, his cheeks blooming into a bright red, as you pull his hand up towards your face. Your lips brush against the scarred flesh to test the waters, gazing up at Ford. He gulps before slowly nodding. You place Ford’s hand against your cheek, savoring the warm sensation for a brief moment before turning your head, pressing a chaste kiss against his palm. You leave a trail of kisses up each digit, the pads of his fingertips rough against your lips.

Ford was used to hiding away his fingers, being teased and shamed for the extra appendages since he was young. Seeing you treating them with such care, almost worshipping them, has him melting, his insides all gooey and butterflies in his stomach running wild. 

The past twenty years he has been so focused on survival that the sudden affection has his head reeling. Your lips, your touch had his nervous system that was constantly in fight or flight finally relaxing.

He had not realized how starved he was for it until now, hearing your voice call out his name and snapping him out of his daze. Your eyes look up at him, releasing his hand before cupping his cheek, thumb running over the stubble that formed on his chin before asking, “May I kiss you?”

Ford nods eagerly and suddenly feels your lips crashing against his. His hands immediately thread through your hair, cradling the back of your head.  It feels as if the air is being swallowed from your lungs, Ford’s kisses deepening and growing more and more intense, acting as if you would disappear between his fingertips. You finally pull away to catch your breath, your chest raising up and down and your cheeks flushed.

“Was that too much?” Ford asks breathlessly, his tone sheepish. After all, he was no expert in the romance department, and to say he was inexperienced was the understatement of the decade. You shake your head, “No, it was perfect… just wasn’t expecting you to be so… eager…” Your eyes drift downward, and your cheeks go warm at the sight of the bulge straining through Ford’s pants.

Ford notices your silence and glances downward, quickly trying to cover his crotch, “I’m so sorry, that’s quite inappropriate of me and you’ve been so gracious to invite me into your home and tend my wounds, I’ll see myself out-” Ford begins to stand up before your hand catches his wrist, tugging it gently. He falls backwards, his hands landing against the sheets next to your hips and his faces inches away from yours.

“Stanford… It's okay. We can keep going… if you’re comfortable with that.” You say with a reassuring smile, not pulling away from his close proximity. You can practically feel the heat radiating from his cheeks. “I would like that…but I must admit I am not the most knowledgeable when it comes to intimacy. Also, please call me Ford, Stanford sounds so formal considering the circumstances.” Ford mutters, looking away in embarrassment.

You chuckle at the sight, a stark contrast from the rugged image of Ford you saw just a few days ago on the wanted posters. You wrap your arms around Ford’s neck, pulling him in, “Let me take care of you, okay?”

Ford shudders as you utter those words against his lips, and allows you to take the reins. You ensnare his lips into a passionate kiss, your hands gliding across his shoulders and down his arms, relishing in how warm his bare skin is to touch. He returns the kiss with fervor, shuddering at your touch. It was almost foreign to be treated with such care.

After all, his last relationship, if you could even call it that, with Bill was all about power and control. He was merely a toy for the Euclidean to play around with, his pain being Bill’s pleasure. 

And yet, here you were, someone who had also suffered the pain that Bill relished in causing, treating him with such delicacy. 

Your hands descend downwards over Ford’s chest sprinkled with gray, wispy chest hairs and abdomen that tenses when your nails graze against the flesh. He can feel his pants growing uncomfortably tight with each moment that passes, his breath hitching at the sensation of your lips littering kisses and sucking softly against his jaw and neck. 

Ford’s eyes widen at the sensation of your palm over his growing bulge. Your fingers glide torturously over his length, squeezing him firmly through the fabric. This elicits a deep groan from Ford’s throat as he throws his head back in pleasure. “Please, touch me more… I need more.” Ford ends up groaning out, his voice needy and desperate.

It was quite amusing to have an interdimensional criminal touch-starved and begging beneath you.

You let out a soft chuckle, “Let’s switch positions, it’ll give me easier access.” Ford’s cheeks heat up almost bashfully, slipping off you and settling onto the sheets, his bare back against the wall. He lifts his hips up, letting out a grunt when his aching length springs out, already beginning to leak pre-cum.

Your eyes never leave his half-lidded gaze, crawling between his legs. Your tongue slides out giving a tentative lick on his sensitive head, causing him to hiss through his teeth. His knuckles white as he grips the sheets underneath him. You decide to put him out of his misery, your lips wrapping around the shaft finally. 

None of the textbooks on human biology could have prepared Ford for the pleasure that courses through his body, his mind turning to mush as he watches you take inch after inch of his aching shaft into your warm, inviting mouth. The sensation of your lips suctioning tight around his cock combined with your continued worship of his body, your hands gliding across his chest down to his tightened abdomen. 

You savor the heavy taste of Ford’s cock in your mouth as it throbs and twitches each time your tongue glides over one of the thick veins. A satisfied hum vibrates around his shaft as you suddenly feel one of his hands carding through your hair, a six-fingered firm hold on the back of your head to encourage you. 

You take the moment to relish in the sight before you - Ford’s chest heaving up and down from his quickened breath, his brown eyes staring down at you through his glasses half-lidded, his gray hair slightly tousled from your hands running through the locks earlier. You watch his reactions carefully as your lips glide up and down the length of his cock, taking in every groan and how his brow furrows in concentration, in what you assume as an attempt to not empty a load in your mouth too soon.

“Please, I may come apart if you keep going…” Ford pants out, a whiny edge to his voice.

‘Dear god, did I just whine? Get a hold of yourself, Stanford.’ Ford thinks to himself when you begin to withdraw your lips from his shaft, deciding to show him some mercy. 

The moment your lips are freed up, his hands grip tighter in your hair, pulling you in immediately for a searing kiss. 

My savior, beautiful lady

Make me your god, I can give you everything

When our darknesses overlap

Let me take it all away

Greedy hands tug on the fabric of your clothing, and in between heated kisses, you peel the layers off. Your clothes join the growing pile on the floor, so there is nothing left between you and Ford’s bare skin. Ford watches in awe, fingers digging into the soft skin of your hips as you guide him towards your hole.

Feeling your tight warmth envelop his shaft has Ford inhaling sharply through his teeth, his head thrown back as he succumbs to the pleasure. Your hands glide to rest on his sturdy chest, letting out a breathy moan. You move your hips tentatively, wanting to set a slower pace for Ford initially.

Unfortunately, Ford finds himself growing a bit impatient, quite greedy to feel more of you. Biting down on his lower lip, he uses the grip he has on your hips and sinks himself deeper inside of you with a purposeful thrust, causing the both of you to moan out.

“Y-You can move faster… I feel quite crass making such a demand but I need to feel more of you, my star.” Ford grunts. 

Your cheeks flush at the sudden pet name, but take that as the green light to begin moving faster, your nails digging into Ford’s broad back for leverage while your hips begin to move up and down at a quicker speed. You relish in the sounds you are able to pull from the man beneath you, his groans and grunts growing louder and more desperate each time you glide further down the base of his cock. Leaning forward, your lips pepper kisses from the cleft on his chin up his jawline before nipping at his sensitive earlobe. “You feel amazing, Ford…”

Ford lets out a shaky chuckle, trying to keep his composure as he feels his climax fast approaching, “I believe I should be saying that...” 

You shake your head, pulling back to stare down at him. Despite being a man of science, Ford stares up at you like you are his god, his whole universe. 

“You’re doing so wonderful, god, I feel so full with you inside of me.” You whisper against his lips, leaving kisses in between each word, “How could someone want to see this face in pain when it looks so stunning in pleasure?”

Words of praise continue to roll off your tongue effortlessly, and each one brings Ford closer and closer to the edge.

“My Star, I can’t hold back any longer…” Ford chokes out.

“You can let go, Ford.”

With your permission, Ford suddenly snaps his hips upward, thrusting in time to your hips dropping down. The lewd sound of skin slapping echoes through the small space as Ford bucks his hip to match your rhythm, and with a final grunt, Ford comes undone inside you, his knuckles white from the vice grip he has on your hips.

Much to your surprise, he continues thrusting even after you have stopped, effectively taking control. His greed wasn’t solely about chasing his own pleasure but also yours, wanting to hear more of your sweet praise. The white-hot knot on your stomach grows tighter and tighter before bursting, coming hard as you cry out his name.

You collapse, your head resting on his shoulder, and the two of you, bodies glistening with sweat, just lay there in silence, relishing in the warmth of each other’s company.

Ford glanced down at the top of your head, and in this moment, he felt the most human he had felt in years. It was as if he was back in his own dimension, not running from the threats of this nightmare realm.

He has so many thoughts and yet he decides at this moment to not voice any of them.

Instead he pulls you in closer, wrapping his arms around you, and he feels his heart racing as you return the embrace, a silent understanding communicated between the two of you.

I’m so tired of running, may I stay here, even just for tonight?

Please stay as long as you want, you’re the closest thing I have to home.

Ruler of my heart, ruler of my heart, ruler of my heart

Ruler of my heart, ruler of my heart, ruler of my heart

-

"Does that say Flirty Gal?" You notice the lower back tattoo, seemingly out of place, as Ford gets dressed.

Ford's face heats up, quickly pulling the fabric of his turtleneck over it, "Bill did that..."

"... I know a guy who could laser that off for you, he lasered off the giant eye I had on the back of my head."

"Yes please."

[jessicas-pi]

For the ask game, "arranged marriage+secret identity+eloping aka basically eloping with someone you're already engaged to, but you didn't *know* you were engaged to them. Back home their parents are facepalming in exasperation because *both* of them just eloped with *each other*" AU with, of course, Sabine and Ezra. Please

I was a little stumped on this at first, but then I got INSPIRATION and speedwrote half of this in one night! And then I procrastinated for six months before writing the other half also in one night! 😅

btw, this is set in my Jedi Get Hitched AU (here's links to part one and part two for reference), which was not originally a sabezra au... but when it comes to me, if I am given the opportunity, anything can be a sabezra au (and a very long one, apparently... oops...)

--

Ursa Wren would like to state, for the record, that it was incredibly difficult to arrange a marriage alliance with the Jedi Order, and people really ought to start giving her a little more credit for pulling it off.

She wouldn't have considered it at all, except that clan tensions were rising (again), and as there had already been one recent Jedi-Mandalorian intermarriage, Ursa concluded that it really would be handy to have a lot of space warrior monks with laser swords as one's in-laws, should things come to war.

So, she got to work on it.

First, there was that message to the Jedi Council—and their reply, which explained that the Council's role in a Jedi marriage was really more of a permission thing than an arrangement thing and that the Jedi did not actually set up marriages with politicians and planetary rulers, it was just that they had an unfortunate habit of falling in love with them, so they wouldn't be arranging any betrothals or anything of the sort, but that if some day in the future, either of Ursa's children should form a mutual affection with one of the Jedi Order, they could certainly consider it.

Then Ursa had to go about trying to ensure that one of her children did form a "mutual affection" with a Jedi, which she started by bringing her family to Coruscant for a vacation and finding an excuse to tour the Jedi Temple. Tristan, she dismissed after just one afternoon visiting the Jedi Archives to explore their section on Mandalore—he went out of his way to be antagonistic to the Jedi, and the visit ended with a sweet-faced, doe-eyed twelve-year-old girl slam-tackling him to the ground in a blind fury. There was clearly no future alliances to be made regarding him.

But Sabine, Ursa considered. After all, she was more inclined to get along with the Jedi in general. And that Padawan that gave them a tour did seem a little smitten...

Perhaps it was coincidence and perhaps it wasn't—perhaps, indeed, someone on the Jedi Council had a sense of humor about things—because when a Jedi was requested to attend a peace conference on Krownest, who should show up but this same Padawan and his Jedi Master?

The Jedi Master made eye contact with Ursa , and shot her a wink with a nod towards his Padawan, who was gaping goggle-eyed at Sabine.

Oh, yeah, she thought, giving him a subtle nod of acknowledgement and the hint of a smirk. They know.

The conference lasted a few days, and Ursa instructed Sabine to take an interest in the boy. He's our guest, she'd said, and the rest of Clan Wren certainly isn't going to make him feel welcome. Do me a favor and take pity on the boy, would you? Make him feel like there's at least one person in the fortress who wouldn't wring his neck if they got the chance.

Sabine had rolled her eyes and saluted sarcastically, because she was fourteen and sarcasm was her language, but Ursa observed that she did her best to help the Padawan. By the last day, she and the boy were even passing notes to each other.

When the conference was over, Ursa slid into the shadows with the stealth of a well-trained Nite Owl, and watched the two. The boy broke away from his Master and slipped up to Sabine, darting through the crowd. He was only by her for a second—just long enough to stuff a scrap of flimsi into her hand and blurt out, "Call me!" and add on a "Please!" as he tripped backwards into the bustle of people, heading back to his Master.

Ursa saw Sabine eye the paper with a look of incredulous amusement, and her heart sunk. That flimsi was headed straight into the wastebasket, no doubt of it. So, Ursa acted quickly.

"I hope you're not going to keep that," she said dryly, stepping up to look over Sabine's shoulder. Her daughter jumped, crumpling the flimsi in her hand as if she could hide it. Ursa just arched an unimpressed eyebrow at her. "Take my advice, and don't bother being friends with a Jedi."

As Sabine's choice of friends was something Ursa nagged her about often, Ursa thought the idea was particularly genius. There was no way Sabine was getting rid of that number now—if only out of sheer spite.

It turned out, that was all Ursa ever needed to do. Sabine and the boy did the rest.

By the time she was sixteen, Sabine had casually brought up going to Coruscant "to see the Mandalore collection in the Jedi Archives" again at least four times, and when Ursa and Alrich did arrange the trip, the blue-eyed boy just so happened to be the one giving them the tour again. Ursa did not miss the way he and Sabine seemed to isolate themselves, standing side-by-side with their heads together for brief moments of whispered talk, interspersed with giggles.

When she was eighteen, Sabine actually insisted on going to Coruscant once again, this time specifically to see the boy. Apparently, that cockroach of a Sith had managed to escape his holding cell in the Jedi Temple, and on his way out, he badly injured the boy's Master. Sabine said—with no room for disagreement—that Ezra needs all the friends he can get right now, Mother.

(Ursa pretended to be very inconvenienced by it all, and announced that Sabine would have to go on her own.)

(Sabine clearly didn't mind.)

When she was twenty, Sabine brought up the idea of her attending an art school on Coruscant. Ursa allowed it.

When she came home, at twenty-two, there was a look in her eyes that spoke volumes—a look that said that home wasn't quite home anymore, that it was missing something, that it was missing someone.

There was something else different about her, as well. She wore a blue, crystalline jewel on a leather cord around her neck.

When Ursa asked what it was, Sabine explained—hastily, with a light flush and a little stammering—that it's nothing, really, just an old lightsaber crystal. Further questioning revealed that Ezra was the one to give it to her, and that it was his old lightsaber crystal, from the first lightsaber he made.

"Fascinating," Ursa remarked, wearing a mask of disinterest, and then bustled off to send another comm to the Jedi Council—this time asking them if there would be any problem with her daughter and that Jedi of hers marrying.

Their reply was short and concise.

Thank the Force, we were beginning to think you'd never ask.

~~~~

Sabine hadn't meant to fall in love.

She was the eldest child of the ruling family, and that meant she would need to marry logically. She could fall in love with her spouse once the vows were said and they were a team. Before then, it had to be all business. She wasn't going to get caught up in a romance with someone she could never really be with, and she wouldn't break her own heart.

But some things were just out of her control.

Her feelings for Ezra Bridger were one of those things.

Sabine didn't know when she started falling for him, but she realized it halfway down, and tried to find a way to stop it, but there was nothing to slow her fall, and she plummeted.

She fell and fell and fell, until the night before she left to go home, when Ezra gave her his old kyber crystal—and a soft kiss.

She ought to have pushed him away, but she didn't. Like a sentimental idiot, she'd melted into him, kissing him back, as fierce and heady as he'd been tender and sweet. And when both of them were so out of breath that they had to break apart, he'd whispered to her in a dazed wonder— "I think I love you."

Sabine hit rock bottom at full speed and shattered.

She couldn't live without him. She knew that now. He'd woven himself into her soul, and the idea of leaving him just then made her heart throb with regret.

But she had to go home, so she went, and he was in her thoughts every second of the way.

He was still in her thoughts at dinner that night—with the ghost of his embrace keeping her warm and the feel of his kiss still burning on her lips—when Mother brought up marriage.

Sabine barely heard the words her mother said. She knew this was coming. It was a surprise it hadn't happened sooner.

It would have been a mercy if it had happened sooner. Sabine wouldn't have known what she had to lose, then.

What she had to lose.

The thought brought a lump into her throat, making it hard to swallow, and her eyes started to sting.

Sabine rose, and asked to be excused, and didn't wait for an answer. She went back to her room, and because it was what she always did when she needed to talk, she called him.

"Mother thinks it's time for me to get married," she said.

"Oh."

Ezra's voice was hoarse and a little broken, and it broke her all the more. She said nothing in reply—her words were gone.

"Is there anything I can do?" he asked her softly.

Sabine would have said that there was nothing he could do at all. But the kyber crystal strung around her neck was warm to the touch, and as she traced her fingertips lonesomely along the smooth planes of its surface, an idea came to her.

It was an idea so reckless, so wild, so entirely irresponsible that it was impossible.

But Sabine could work with impossible.

"Well," she said. "There is something."

----

Caleb had commed Hera last night and asked her to be here for this discussion with Ezra. Apparently, the Council had reached out to Caleb last night with a message from Countess Wren, wherein she said that she was pretty sure it would be agreeable to all parties concerned if her daughter and Caleb's Padawan tied the knot, and that they might want to be quick about suggesting it before the two just up and eloped together. Caleb had messaged Hera, then, asking her to help him explain the situation to Ezra—who had spent the last eight years stubbornly and consistently insisting that he and Sabine were only friends, and might need some persuading to own up to his own feelings.

But when Hera showed up at the boys' quarters in the Temple the next morning, Ezra was nowhere in sight, and Caleb was slouched back on the couch, wheezing with laughter.

"Love? What is it?"

Caleb was laughing too hard to answer, and he just held out a piece of flimsi to her, indicating that it was the source of his amusement.

She took it and sat down beside him, reading it twice through before the meaning of it fully sank in.

Dear Master, Do you think the Council will be very annoyed that I got married without their permission? Like, I already said the vows and everything so it won't make me call off the elopement if they will, but it would be nice to know that Master Windu won't give me the Eyebrows Of Disappointment look when I get back from the honeymoon. See you in a couple weeks! Ezra Wren (née Bridger)

Hera huffed a rueful laugh under her breath.

"Well. That simplifies things."

[cainified]

did you just try to harm your lieutenant? 📏 *ೃ༄

pairing: simon ghost riley x afab!reader

cw: i suck at writing military debriefs or any at all , not proofread cos i’m scared ┊͙ ˘͈ᵕ˘͈

It wasn’t by any means your fault that this meeting was so painstakingly boring. Mapping out plans Laswell for a small takedown, ensuring every little detail was covered just made you huff each time you passed a sheet back over to the table after a quick review.

It didn’t go unnoticed by your Lieutenant, his lips in a thin, straight line as he watched you carelessly sort through documents until reaching the right one, scribbling mess over the paper before sending it away. You would wince each time the paper would fly a little further than expected, reaching over the table to push it back into the pile, giving a sheepish smile to no one in particular.

It also wasn’t your fault when Laswell had left a ruler by your side as she explained the importance of the mission, her eyebrows furrowed as she pointed out each and every possible scenario she could manage to think of. The scratched at ruler, having seen better days, soon rested half off the table, your palm holding it down whilst the other gently pressed it down, producing a short brrrring before the sound fell flat.

Thankfully, the whirr of the computer behind you, (which in no way could have been up to date for the work you were dealing with) covered it up perfectly, allowing for you to continue with your quiet antics. Well, for a few extra seconds, anyway.

The silence that ensued went ignored by you, pressing the ruler down harder to see how far you could test it. "One... two..." You whisper under your breath; "We should scout out the p-," Laswell begins, turning over to face you.

Immediately, you startle from the change in volume, your palm lifting before you could stop the vibration of the ruler- it's almost as if the world stops as the ruler flings at Ghost, making a sharp clack against his hard mask before it falls to the table. You didn't know if you should thank God that it hadn't instead hit his face against the thin fabric of the balaclava he normally dons, but the sound it had made practically punctuated your fear instead.

Fuck. That's you out of a job for harming a Lieutenant, and probably living in a shroud of shame for the rest of your life.

Soap immediately holds his hand over his mouth, sputtering at your Lieutenant, earning a sharp slap upside the head before he turns to face you. It doesn't stop either him or Gaz from guffawing at the scene in front, but you badly wish it had.

Your face burns, blood rushing up your cheeks, almost trying to help engulf you into hiding from Ghost. You reach over the table, a sight for sore eyes, or really all eyes on the table, as you picked the ruler back up, sliding it over to Laswell.

"I-I'm.. so sorry." You whisper, your voice hoarse; if you had spoken any quieter, maybe it wouldn't have happened at all. With a shake of his head, Ghost interlaces his fingers, resting them onto the table. You weren't sure if the quiet was making the situation worse, forcing you to sit there, staring down at your lap.

"Well, apart from someone attempting to take out their Lieutenant, I think we should be ready for Thursday." Price states, his hands caressing over his mutton chops before he stands, thanking everyone, gathering up the papers to slip into a plastic folder.

You abruptly stand, your head tilted down as you brushed by the three other men; if neither had seen the annotated documents still scattered on the table, they would have believed that you were never there.

Ghost turns around, ignoring Soap’s short comment, stalking behind you, leaning forward to grip your wrist once you were both out of earshot from the meeting room, “What’re y’playin’ at?” He asks, gruff with slight concern, his head tilting to the side, his shadowed eyes gashing through you like a laser.

You step back, as far as you could make one step count, giving Ghost an incredulous look. You hesitate to respond- your eyes droop down to see the moulding of his dark green shirt against his damp skin from having trained with a few rookies before the meeting.

“..It really was an accident, I’m sorry. I just get a little distracted sometimes, won’t happen again Lieutenant.” You mockingly raise two fingers, saluting him to try defuse the tension; or to make it seem a lot less worse than it did. Was it working? Absolutely not.

A bemused smile curls against Ghost’s mask - you’d be thankful you couldn’t see it if you knew- as he drops his hand, wringing his own together. Bounding down the hall, Soap claps his arm around Ghost’s shoulders, still having that half-playful, half-serious look about him. “Ye’ alreet there, hen?” He directs to you, holding up the ruler that had just attacked your Lieutenant.

Just the thought of sending a flying ruler straight at Ghost’s face makes you groan, your hands instinctively coming up to hide your face, “Soap, put that down.” Your words come out slightly muffled against your hands before they rubbed down your face, but before you could reach out to grab it, Ghost takes it, glancing over at the plastic as if it was a precious gem.

“I’ll take it, I need a new one anyway.” He slides it into one of the many pockets adorning his trousers, nodding at Soap before walking off, leaving you a little stunned. Right.

wait this is my first ever post sigh was it a flop .. thinking of doing a part 2 cos no way is reader getting away with attempted murder of a lieutenant!!!!! wink wink

taglist: (but it’s just my friend sob) @thewrstinme

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Didi's styling for Live Long and Prosper has me a little captivated and is making me rotate the blorbos. It gives me such Dongfang Qingcang vibes, but like, a less rigid DFQC; maybe one that was raised for his position was Moon Supreme but never had his emotions forcefully stripped out. This doesn't mean he's necessarily well adjusted; child DFQC was a softhearted kid, and he's now been forced into the role of a warrior and a a warlord. Even if his dad didn't put him in the torture sarcophagus, he may still have treated him cruelly in attempt to raise him into the leader he wanted him to be. He'd certainly be likely to have some baggage.

Like he's still an extremely formidable warrior, but he's not quite as firm and straight laced, and he's certainly not as hardhearted as DFQC starts out. He's more openly emotive (from the getgo), but he can still be scary and hello he's still Moon Supreme. Certainly, judging from what we see of DFQC as a child, he wouldn't be a cruel ruler, but it would hardly matter to Shuiyuntian, who would still spread rumors of him being the greatest evil to ever evil.

The real truth is that Shuiyuntian just can't handle how much hotter, prettier, and better dressed he is than their leader (this is also true in canon btw).

Could 100% still kick your ass, is just a little less aloof about it and maybe a little nicer. Can't harness hellfire, of course, but he's still the best sorcerer in the three realms. Perhaps without hellfire, he's less of a long range fighter than we see in the series, which would explain a more streamlined, practical outfit than the huge armor. Maybe he's known as more of a scrappy but equally terrifying warrior, as opposed to the almost devil deity figure Shuiyuntian seems to see him as in canon. Maybe he's even seen as dangerously clever and deceptive, because he can do a hell of a lot with magic and his sword, but he's not out there shooting laser beams out of his eyes like I assume Shuiyuntian thinks he can in canon. He's got to be smart about his fight (and just like in canon, he can't show signs of weakness).

Also still baby boy of course.