#for giving the idea to make gamma

[appleimp-7]

I also decided that yeah, Mito should be one of Hedo's creations and that maybe he's a little obsessed with Dende (thinks he's very cool)

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[mayasaurusss]

Hello, I really liked the way you write about Jinx, can you please write about how femme! the reader and Isha fall into a trap and as a result, while protecting Isha, the reader is injured and Jinx goes into her killer mode (you don’t have to write if you don’t want to) you can just write aftercare if you want

A helping hand

A/N: and here it's finally done! I could have made this oneshot quicker and shorter but then I got chaught up in writing it... and I woke up eight days later with this in my drafts😂. I don't ususally like how I handle stories, but I think that this one turned out pretty good. As mentioned in another post, it's very heavily plot driven and it's a wopping eleven pages worth of writing. My grammar, as always, might not be the top gamma. I hope you guys will enjoy it! Also this was mixed with something someone suggested on ao3!

Contains: female reader, violence, murder, mentions of saliva and vomiting, hurt and comfort, very heavily plot driven, happy ending with a happy family. Lenght: 6k/ 11 pages.

The limited air inside the vent makes you choke on your breath, chemicals and smoke filling your lungs and hollowing your brain. A loud sound echoes inside the metal hull, alerting every one of your senses. "Isha! Be careful!" you whisper-yell at the kid, who's crouching in front of you, placing her hat back on.

She just huffs in response, rolling her eyes before continuing her tour inside Zaun's vents. Isha has not been too fond of you since you entered her life; one reason could be that she thought she had to compete with you for Jinx's attention. The other reason, maybe, is that you were from topside. Piltover, The City of Progress. The city who exploited and hurt the poor citizens of the Undercity. Avid hands commanding from atop marble skyscrapers, grinning smiles sucking away the air of the lanes.

It's no wonder you're not Isha's favorite; Sevika too seemed to have a disdain for you, either because of your privileged position or for the way Jinx was distracted and dreamy when you were near.

To ingratiate yourself into Isha's favours and to make it at least somewhat pleasant for both of you to be near each other, you agreed to follow her in a walk through the lanes.

Jinx had invited you into her own private lair, after much convincing on her part. One day, she just swept you up and brought you down with her, making you walk through fissures, alleys and neon lit streets.

"You should have a tour of The Lanes, y'know, to learn how life's like down here" a flicker of a spark reflecting in her goggles as she made some of her obscure machine-thingies. "So give me one" you said, prompting Jinx to hum in thought. "I am busy today, and Sev' is too. Besides, I don't think you'll enjoy each other's company" she glanced at Isha, who was drawing Stinkmaw on her notebook. "You'll just have to settle for Isha" the kid propped her head up at the mention of her name, already looking with stars in her eyes at Jinx, not aware of your previous conversation. "What do you say Isha? Want to have fun with your new friend? Give her a tour of the Undercity?", Isha sized you from head to toe with a snarl on her lips, eyes moving between you and Jinx while her face became more and more agitated. "Come on, she's not that boring" Jinx moved back to her work, sparks flying and lit up her face, "I should know". Your face grew hot with her words, remembering what happened between you two just weeks prior. Isha gave a disgusted 'ew', before Jinx turned her head to watch the kid, a shadow of anger in her eyes. "No excuses! Come on, just go around a bit, become friends!".

"Jinx I, I don't think this is a wise idea. I mean, Isha is just a kid: what if something happens? I-" Jinx interrupted you, her voice almost lost between the screeching sounds of metal scraps flickering sparks between each other. "You'll both be fine. Isha is a smart kid, she'll get out of any situation. As for you..." she turned to you, a teasing glint in her eyes, "...will you be able to keep up with her?".

'No, not at all' you answer to her mental image, struggling to keep your pace behind Isha. The kid is fast inside these tunnels, and your body is not accustomed to their narrow spaces and to the flow of smoke and waste. The metal feels light and shaky under your weight, giving you the impression that at the slightest of pressure, you will sink beneath and break your ribs into the concrete of just another of Zaun's alleys. You steady on, carefully applying your weight where each border of the metal tubes meet, following the shadow of Isha.

After what feels like ages, you finally spot the end of a tunnel, light shining on the dirty buildings giving it a green hue. Isha crawls towards it, leaving you behind in the dusty tunnels, prompting you to follow her quickly. The kid has already jumped in the street below, adjusting her hat on, turning her back to you while she begins to walk away. You take in a deep breath, calculating the height of your jump, before falling messily on the concrete.

"Ack, shit" Isha gives you a dirty look, "What?". She just rolls her eyes, before continuing on, not waiting for you. The Undercity is just what you expected: crowds of people fill it's street, smoking and squaring you up; sellers shout to lure in buyers, presenting their merch of metal husks, hundreds of different flavours of tobacco and pieces of meat that you'd rather not know from what they came from. At the far corners, gang groups threaten and push against each other, their blades glinting with a malicious look. The streets are lit by bright neon signs, filled with all possible smells and gasses, overcrowded to the point that you're short of breath. Distantly, you can hear the sound of machinery evermoving, of water and air and of shipments departing from shore. The city itself beats and pumps, like a living heart.

Everything is suffocating; too loud, too much. And what's worse is, everyone knows that you don't belong. Their eyes are envious, angry, a dangerous hate barely hidden beneath their scleras. Hell, Isha, the kid who is known to have a kind heart, can barely hide it. For a moment, too caught up in your mind and it's worries, you miss Isha turning around, entering a dark hallway. You follow her blue locks until you're far from people, now only surrounded by high walls and some couples making out in a corner. On one wall there are signs of damage: claws and dents and what looks to be a... strange green goop staining the bricks, along with scraps of metal of an exoskeleton.

You find Isha sitting at the corner where the street opens, back against the wall. You are not too sure what she is doing: after all, she has proved to be rather uninterested in you. What you don't realize, not at first anyway, is that she had run through the crowd into the alley to lure you away from that noisy hell so you'd have time to get used to it. Sliding down next to her, your clothes drag down the dirt and dust of years behind them. Silence feels heavy above your head, the distant sounds of the crowd the only thing keeping you at least a bit sane.

Isha has found a pastime in rolling the hem of her hat on the ground, trying to make a perfect spin with it. The sounds of metal against concrete screech inside the hallway, attracting more than just one pair of eyes. You can feel Isha's reluctance to begin so close to you, probably thinking to herself that it was a mistake waiting for you. When the silence feels too heavy, then you finally speak. "Isha...listen" the hat spinning stops abruptly, it's hem catched between Isha's thumb and index finger. "I know you don't like me" she's surprised that you decided to face the problem right away; it's not something your people are known for. "You've made it all too clear these past days. I know you are wary of me; I know the Undercity is wary of us". The kid's eyes are now on you, studying, squaring you up, detecting any lies that you may hide under your sweet words.

"But... I am not my city. I know what you have been through and I am..." you falter for a moment, thinking that you're starting to sound a little too guilty and invested in this, and that she may recognize this as insincere. "What I meant to say is... I would like to be your friend, if you want to".

Isha doesn't answer you right away, but you see a small smile spread on her lips. You breathe a sigh of relief at successfully bringing down her walls.

She jumps back up, extending her hand to yours, palm open and a curious smile on her face. You take it, careful to not push your weight down on her before you too stand up.

"Come on, let's go home. This is good enough of a tour for me today", you take Isha's hand, ready to walk back to Jinx's, before something clutters inside the hallways, spreading its dull, hollow metal sound everywhere. The sound gets closer and closer, the item of its origin stopping its course at your feet. It's a cylinder shaped, stubby looking object; drawn on its surface are what you recognize to be Jinx's drawings, imitating a grinning gaping mouth of some evil creature. The red light you are so familiar with, the one which with Jinx blows her enemies to bits, is off.

"Well, look what we have here. The runt of that crazed bitch and Piltover's finest trash". From under the fuming tubes, a tall, scruffy looking man shows up. His hair is in a buzz cut style, thin muscles tightly attached to his bones, making him look starved and unkept. Black tattooed run over his forehead and cheeks, giving his sulken eyes even more of a crazed look. His goons all show up after him, exiting from their hidden spots. "What do you want?" you try to sound though, but the wavering of your voice only gives away your fears. Isha hides behind you, clutching tightly at the fabric of your pants.

"Oh we don't want anything from you. But you see..." he reaches to fish something out of his pants. You see it before he shows it: the hem of a knife. He slides the blade out of its sheath, glimmering dangerously in the dark. "...that darling bitch of yours took something from us. Well, to be honest, someone. Someone very dear to our group" you look in between you and Isha, then at the distance between you and the goons, trying to think of an escape.

"What do you mean? How do you know Jin-" he laughs creepily, a little too high for your tastes, echoing between the walls. "How do I know Jinx? Everyone knows Jinx!" he gesticulates with the knife still in his hand, dangerously close to hitting himself in the eye with it. He inspects the blade with something dark inside his thoughts, dulling the colour out of his eyes. With a creepy and disturbing smile on his lips, he runs his finger along the line, blood trickling down its shape. He seems to take a sick kind of pleasure from seeing red staining the metal. "I gotta give it to her though, she really aimed high: fucking someone from Piltover is something none of us would dirty ourselves trying to".

A vein under your skin pumps blood into your brain faster, giving you the prospect of an annoying headache, "Watch that tone-". "Never thought that that small, smart runt would become what she is today. Powder really outdid herself", you don't miss the cruel smirk which paints his lips, enjoying infecting your relationship with Jinx. "Powder?" the name doesn't ring a bell, and you're left with the man's ominous eyes peering into your heart, telling you that 'you don't know anything'.

"Oh look, trust runs so deep between you two that you don't even know her real name! Did you really think a parent could ever name their child 'Jinx'?" the rest of his group laughs and mocks you like their leader is, like a hoard of sheep follows their shepard. "I don't need to know her name. If there is a reason why Po- Jinx is keeping her real name a secret from me, I am not gonna pry it open from her" you can feel your heart pump blood faster into your veins, that small headache becoming stronger and stronger as anger takes hold of your actions. "Mhm? Just like she kept her family's deaths a secret?" those words feel heavy when he speaks them, clearly holding some truth behind them. You try to remain calm but anger and fear are affecting your judgment. "W-What? What the fuck are you talking about?" their ugly laughs fill your ears, only aiding in alimenting the fire at your heart. "After our little...fight, he changed. He started to hang out with the wrong people, doing the wrong things..." slowly, ever so slowly, all of them start to circle around you. One, two, four, six of them, sporting grinning smiles, stalking you like hyenas.

"But he would have been the same has always, even if he had become dumber than he was. He would have been alive too, at this moment, if Vander hadn't intervened". None of what this man is saying makes sense to you. He's talking to you, but his words are meant for others: for his friends, for Isha, for Jinx. You, once again, are reminded that you're not welcome here. In their eyes, hate and hunger swirl, creating a whirlwind that sucks away at your courage, "Just...what do you want from me?!".

"Jinx and that sister of hers took our friend from us. Our boss. Now-" with mastered precision, he makes the blade jump from his hands, now it's tip pointing towards the ground. Something that you can only describe as burning hatred and killing intent paints his features, before he screams a rallying cry, "It's our turn taking everything from her!".

That is enough for the whole lot of them to pounce. One moment, and they are all on you; punching, kicking, twisting your hair in their grasp, snarling and mocking. In the confusion you lose Isha, not being able to distinguish her blue locks in between all that green and grey. For a split second, after they consume their gloves on you, no one is holding you down. You take the occasion to slip away from their grasps, falling backwards into the opening street. You take a second to choose what to do, and as you run towards the crowd once again, following where you assume Isha went, a feeling of anger rises in your stomach. The sound of the busy street echoes, a distant reminder that you have a life to return to, but something tugs at your heart to look at them in the eyes. Blood pumps fast in your veins, alerting every muscle, every bone, every fiber that danger is near, you need to go, but your heart, brain, the pride you take in begin still alive overtakes your judgment. You stop to look at them, the prospect of a challenge in your eyes, of saying 'Look at me!' and incite them to follow 'I am still alive!'.

They look like ravenous beasts, hunched backs and gleaming eyes, angry snarls on their faces, hate coursing through their veins. The leader of the group, the scruffy looking one, fishes something from his back and places it on the bottom of his face: it's a mask, made with grey metal and sprayed with fake golden accents to give it a more classy look. On the side there's a circular opening with a single point in the centre. He takes a syringe and inserts it in the hole, pushing the top down and filling the hollow cavities of the mask with purple gasses. He takes in a deep breath, eyes rolling backwards, before his body goes through a strange change, twitching and moving like he had been shocked. When he looks back at you his eyes are a deep, neon pink, the same shade of colour that paints Jinx's eyes. He moves towards you, pushing and snarling at his friends like a dog with rabies, breaking their bones on the walls, before, with all the air in his lungs, screams, "I'm going to enjoy skinning that piltie's clean skin away from your body!".

You don't make it far before, with an uncanny precision, he throws his blade towards you like a spear, metal sinking inside of your left side, dangerously close to your kidney. A gasp leaves your body before you fall on the floor, blood oozing from the wound. Hundred of needles pierce at your flesh, blood paints the concrete and your mind fuses with the flesh of your brain. Then it all stops; you're back in the alley, cold spreading from the wound throughout your body, followed by a unbearable heat. The blade is snatched from your side, an ear shattering scream erupting from your throat. He is on top of you, already inching the knife to the base of your neck, planning to stab you there, wanting to see the life leaving your body in the most gruesome way possible. "I can't wait to see the look on your girlfriend when I am going to bring her the eyes of her most loved!".

"Bye bye, piltie" you brace yourself for your end; you can almost already feel the knife lodged in your throat, but nothing happens. You hear the sound of a metal hulk resonating in the hallway, before he is knocked down by something thrown with force against his face. You recognize it to be the exoskeleton of the arm you saw before, lying around. The rod which was the building foundation for its making has been thrown on the man's ugly bat-like nose, making him bleed red.

Isha stands behind you, still in launching position, before she runs over to you and tries to help you up. When you do, white behind your eyelids blinds you, pain making your head spin. He gets up again, an animalistic wild look in his eyes. He moves again, muscles hardened with purple veins running along them, drool falling down the space between the mask and his skin. Before he can assault you again, Isha throws something at him: the bomb he himself kicked before, the one Jinx had made, moves through the air, soon to be the second object to hit his ugly face today. He recognizes the object and pales when he sees a red light zipping faster and faster, its grinning mouth inching closer to him.

A colorful light shines on the walls, paint of blue and pink shades falling down like rain; sparks of fire following the natural course of an explosion, fading out of existence a moment later. You run with Isha, hand in hand, away from this horrid place. This time, you don't look back.

A trickle of sweat falls down Jinx's temple while her eyes are focused on connecting two tubes of plastic together. Electricity flows through them, sending sparks flying dangerously close to her skin, before they are connected by the metal snaps on each of their ends. Jinx smiles as her creation takes its first movements, loudly clapping two copper coloured, round, small discs together, before stopping once again. Her fingers twist the key positioned on its back and the mechanic monkey comes to life once again. When her work is finally done, she puts it next to the other one she made hours prior.

The one meant for Isha is coloured with golden accents and decorated with graffitis all over. When turned on, it quickly smashes the plates against each other and plays an off-tune punk song if the button on its right leg is pushed; its eyes are golden, mimicking Isha's own. The one meant for you is far softer than the first: soft shades of pastel mix together with Jinx's characteristic pink, swirling your colours together. Instead of plates, it has a small, roughly knitted red heart in its hands. The left eye shines bright pink, while the other mirror's yours. There are no graffiti on it, except for a small heart on its chest, one near 'your' eye and a 'Jinx' on its left side.

She can't wait to see the look on your eyes when you will see it. She could never quite well express affection like other people do, so giving you gifts was what she did best. Just as she dreams of your face, she hears quick, loud steps coming closer and closer to her. "If you are Caitlyin, I appreciate your obsession with me, but I am in the middle of-" she recognizes Isha's laboured breaths and your pained groans before she can finish the phrase. And when she turns around, her face pales and her blood freezes. Isha has a panicked look to her face, one that she had never seen before; and you? Sweat falls with heavy tears down your face, the shade of your skin so much paler than it usually is, making you look almost dead. Your hand is tightly clutched on your side, where your hand is stained with...blood?

In a fraction of a second, Jinx is on you, hands checking at every curve of your body, focusing on places you might be hurt, while she asks question upon question, filling the air with a sense of urgency. You can only describe the look in her eyes as pure dread. If you didn't groan with pain every few seconds, you'd think Jinx was the one to have gotten hurt. The next few minutes are a whirlpool of movements and colours, making you spill your lunch on the floor. Soft fabric meets your back, suddenly naked with only your bra to cover your chest. Blood oozes faster out of you and you can feel your conscience leaving. Nothing else besides the red on your skin and the blurred shades of blue and brown exists for you.

"...ont worry, I al... got m... sis...er out of ...ble". When after wetting your wound with water, Jinx presses gauze on your body, you are suddenly brought back to life, violently. It feels like someone is crushing with all their might on you, despite Jinx applying the right pressure to the wound. If someone were to walk in right now hearing your screams, they'd think you were begin murdered. After what finally feels like an eternity, you are lying again on her bed, almost lifelessly. You don't have time to answer Jinx's questions, before you fall into a deep slumber.

Half an hour passes by, and the world seems sealed in a bubble of silence. Nothing moves. nothing makes noise, nothing happens. The only thing that does make noise are the voices in Jinx's head, screaming loudly at her for having let you go alone. 'You should have been there', 'See what happens when you let people into your life?', 'She is hurt. She might die. It's your fault'.

Their loud screams are enough to make one go crazy, but despite how confused she is, Jinx finds a will in herself to speak, to silence them. With her hand, she nudges Isha, getting her attention, and mouths "What happened?".

Isha doesn't answer. Her eyes burn holes into the metal of the helix, bottom lip tightly sealed under her teeth, before something in her breaks. She rushes in Jinx's arms, hiding herself into her chest, crying until the tears are gone and her throat is raw. They stay together, tangled into one another, for a while, until their bodies are cold. "Isha, what happened?" Jinx repeats.

Isha gets up, running over Jinx's desk and returns with two different coloured pencils. On the ground she draws a scene: you and her, hand in hand, with frowning faces; behind you six grinning figures, one taller than the rest. Green splattered on the ground and high walls. Jinx recognizes this place immediatley; she's been there just a couple of weeks prior.

Walking to her desk, she grabs her trusted gun and more than a dozen of bullets. A deep, hateful scowl paints her features, eyes shining brighter than usual.

Tonight, the undercity shines and roars with fervor. Its lights shine bright and the shouts of its inhabitants brings it to life, beating strong, like the heart of a dragon. The city seems to sway in tandem with Jinx's white cape, almost bending to her will but also shielding her, hiding her in its crowds. This is home. This is all Jinx has ever known and ever will. She knows it's streets like the palm of her hand: where to leave her mark, the highest places she can reach from which she can put a bullet in between her enemies eyes, which vents and tunnels will take her back home.

She knows exactly where you had been hurt, and if her predictions are correct, they're waiting for her there. And she's gonna give them what they want. The allway is far too serene to be one of the city's main ways out to the perimeter where steel factories and shipments are. It's uncharacteristically quiet, and by Zaun's rules, that means danger.

Jinx steps on the green gooey substance, observing the dripping of your blood leading to the city's main street, and anger boils inside her at that view. The square is empty, except for a series of tubes and a pitfall to its left. Just as she thought, she begins to hear steps coming into her direction. They had been expecting her.

"If you weren't trying, and failing, to ambush me, I'd say you have a crush" the man behind her simply scoffs, his breath coming out ragged and metallic from under his mask.

Jinx turns around to see a tall man, breathing through what she recognizes to be a mask that henchmens of shady organizations wore to enhance their physical abilities. After a moment, she recognizes blood staining the man's pale skin, half of his left hand blown off, rudimental replaced with a metal prosthesis at the last minute. She can ignore that just fine, but the exposed muscle of his left cheek makes her want to puke. "Wow, and you're even more grotesque than I thought" a cruel anger swirls inside her eyes, her lips curling up in a snarl. "What? Were you so anxious to try to kill me that you couldn't even let your wounds heal?" he laughs at her words, men closing in on her much like they did hours prior to you.

"We were waiting for you, Powder" the mention of that name pangs at her heart. Subtly, she touches the top of her gun, ready to draw it at the first sign of danger. "I figured. How do you know my name?" "A man can know much...if he is in the right place, at the right time" he falls silent when Jinx laughs at his words, anger making a vein in his head pop. "Damn. I thought you were pathetic already, but this whole 'supervillain' talk only makes you seem more of an ass than you already are" much like Jinx, he grabs the death of his knife. At the sign, his men form a half circle around the blue haired criminal, directly closing the only way out. "You won't talk all that shit after I sink my blade in your throat" she can't help but feel compassion for these poor bastards. Faintly, she can already feel their blood falling on her skin while putting bullets between their eyes. "I would like to see you try" she changes her body stance, right side facing them while she takes out her gun with her left hand, making a show of placing the bullets in. Unlike what she thought, they do not follow her; instead, the leader seems relaxed as ever. His dark eyes reflect hers and for a second Jinx can see a dangerous, maniacal glint in them and a cruel grin on his lips.

"Oh I did try, and succeeded, with your little piltie bitch-girlfriend" her breathing stops, heart missing a beat, and time seems to stop for a moment, before it all starts to spin again, faster and faster as she gets angrier and angrier. "You should have heard her screams. The sweetest I've ever heard" she imagines you, clutching at your side, tears in your eyes and spit falling off your mouth; begging for him to leave you alone, to let you go. His features are lost under a black veil and painted over with a red open mouthed smile and tight eyes, not unlike the monsters that she has to fight with every night, as he raises the crimson blade and-.

"Don't you fucking dare" her throath feels raw when she speaks, almost as if she's spewing pure black hatred with each word. "Or what? What are you going to do?" 'He thinks he's the shit, huh?', she thinks, loading the storage to the brim and finally raising the barrel of her gun to aim on his forehead. "I am going to enjoy blowing your brains out"

'No one hurts the people I love'.

The next few seconds are a blur of colours and movement. Her body moves before her mind can understand what is going on. She ducks under something coming at her, kicking at the figure and sending them flying a few feet away from her. Someone pulls at her braids and she yelps, momentarily confused; in a fraction of a second, she blows their hand off, crouching and punching in the face a second figure. The blood on the ground, spilling from the screaming man gives everything a shape again and she's back to the alley. Three men are down, two unconscious and one debilitated. The remaining ones look at her up and down, before the leader nudges them, kicking their shins.

One of them takes a metal rod from his side and swings wildly at Jinx, paying no attention to where he hits. She dodges him with no effort and when he stops momentarily to rest his arm, she knocks his weapon from his hands and hits him in the neck with it, white replacing the colour of his eyes. The other, after seeing the bodies of who used to be his companions, runs away, leaving his leader behind; but before he can make it far, a bullet runs fast through his chest and he falls to the floor, lifeless.

He is the last one standing. "Heh, you call yourself a leader, but you couldn't even save your men". His teeth grind harshly against each other, sending jolts of pain through his mouth, "Shut the fuck up".

But Jinx doesn't. No, she's going to enjoy torturing the life out of this fucker like he did to you. "You didn't even lift a finger. I didn't know Zaun could have such a coward walking through its streets".

He finally snaps, spit flowing out of his mouth as he screams, staining the mask inside "I said shut up!". He breathes in the chemical Jinx is so familiar with, huffing purple clouds out of the mask with a metallic sound. Once again, he feels the rush of the substance in his lungs, blood circling small purple bubbles throughout the body, strengthening his muscles and blanking his mind. But this time, his body starts to twitch and shake, slipping out of his control.

The heart beats faster, the lungs lose their air and move erratically, blood flows freely through his body and bones morph, stretching and breaking and strengthening. His muscles cannot be sustained by the bones anymore, and he falls to the floor. The space inside his ribcage feels tighter, his lungs can only provide so much until finally, his body stops changing and he can stand up, much taller than Jinx now.

The blue haired criminal looks incredibly unimpressed with her opponent's new shape, her eyes studying his moments and planning the next few seconds. That grotesque creature lunges, pushing his whole weight on the top of his body, falling messily when Jinx dodges him. She ducks under a clawed swing, rolling through the space between his legs; then, while he is confused and looking for her, aims at his neck.

The bullet lodges itself into the skin, remaining snugly fit between flesh. The scream that leaves him could have woken up the dead. His nails dig into his neck, trying desperately to yank the bullet out, but to no avail. He turns and turns, like a cat chasing its tail, before dizziness gets to him and he falls to the floor, spilling saliva all over the concrete. When he looks around once again, he is face to face with Jinx's gun, staring at the black hole of the barrel. "You made a mistake crossing me, today. Let this be a lesson" she tilts the gun until it's flat against his forehead. He is not capable of forming words anymore, they die at the base of his throath, leaving only emptiness behind. For a moment, she can see in his eyes something that resembled her, many years ago: a scared animal, one that does not understand what their fate will be. But when her mind reminds her of how viciously he attacked you, and how you are lying in her bed, with no assurance that you'll wake up, anger bubbles once again behind her eyes, clouding her thoughts.

"I'm sorry" is all that he hears, before his body falls to the floor, life leaving his eyes.

Her heart feels cold, as well as her body and mind. Jinx, in her own kind of weird way, is already trying to make peace with the fact that, once she comes back home, you might be gone. All too often in her life she had to come to terms with the death of her loved ones, and all too often, she was directly involved with their demise. She can already picture it: you on the bed, blood staining your clothes and the mattress, Isha on her knees, crying her heart out. She, coming home, seeing your dead body lying on what used to be your little shared creek, shielded by the world, falling to her knees and her heart finally giving out to pain, soon to follow you.

From the crack inside the wall, she can spot the helix of her home, the one she'll soon walk over to reach you. She tries to move, but to no avail: her body doesn't let her. Her muscles are reduced to mush, her legs feel like lead and her heart heaves on her rib cage so much that she had to bend down, clutching at her chest to try and ignore that pain. She could stay here forever, stalling time to this single minute, winding it back over and over and over again, all for the purpose of pretending she's still with you, back in your apartment in Piltover, laying naked on the bed with serene smiles on your faces.

But she can't. Even if she could stop time, right here and now, what could she do? Nothing would change. You'd still be dead, she'd still be heartbroken, the bed would still be cold on your side.

She slips inside the crevice, body molding to its shape, before she is face to face with the entrance to her home. She's so lost in her dread and fear that, for a moment, she doesn't hear the sound of laughter from the inside. When her mind recognized the sound, the pitch of the voice she so longed to hear, tears prickled at her eyes and hope filled her heart. She rushes towards the sound, almost tripping down the helix and falling to her death.

There you are. Laying on the bed, laughing weakly as Isha gesticulates and shouts loudly, imitating some sort of monster. Every little light inside her home has been placed near you, probably by Isha, and lifts your figure with a myriad of colorful shades. You look like a living painting to her.

You can't even process seeing her when she's already on you, touching you everywhere, checking your pulse, grabbing onto your legs to assure herself, to make sure that you...

"Are you... really alive?". You could crumble right here and now under those tearful eyes of hers, so soft and beautiful, looking almost powder blue. You stretch your arms to reach down to her, hugging her close to you; "I am, I am". Jinx takes a moment to process your hug and your words; and when she does, when she's certain that you are alive, that you are okay, her walls crumble away.

She pulls you down towards her, wanting to reciprocate the hug, but impatience gets the better of her and instead pulls herself on the bed, halfway reaching you. Her head rests on your belly, tears staining your clothes when she feels your hand on her back. "I thought-! I thought you-" her words die in her throath when she feels your fingers cupping at her cheek, pulling her to rest on her knees and look into your eyes. "I know, I know. I am okay".

Tears fall freely down her cheeks once again, her bottom lip wavering before she takes refuge in your body, hiding her tears on your lap. "I am so glad! I am so glad...".

Once her tears dry, she pushes herself to look at you, eyes puffy and red. "You are okay" she says, and you're about to assure her once again, but something tells you that she's really talking to herself. She climbs on the bed with you, quickly resting her head on your chest. You can't help but smile at her, ready to cuddle together when you realize you've let someone out of the picture. Isha looks at you both with those big eyes of her, pouting. She knows exactly how to push your buttons.

"Come on kid, get in" come Jinx's words, quickly followed by Isha tangling herself in between your bodies and closing her eyes, sleep already overtaking her. "Man, she sure takes a lot of space" you chuckle, placing your hand on Isha's head and stroking her locks between your fingers, hearing a small contented sigh from her. "Yeah, but she deserves it". A heavy silence fills the space, one that you usually pair up with tranquillity, but who you quickly realize is loud for your lover. "Jinx... I am okay" stopping them from screaming in her ears is hard, but when you are with her, they vanish off of existence. Your voice brings her back to reality, as well as reminding her that you have gotten hurt. Letting herself relax after the storm is something she's not used to. "I know" but she can try.

Starting this conversation will be a pain, you think to yourself, but you need to tell her.

"...He told me your real name, Jinx. And, what you did". Quick snapping sounds, mixed with hushed voices and distant screams fill her head in a second, getting louder by the second. She doesn't find in herself the strength to answer, too tired from the day's events; but nevertheless, listens. She leans on the bed, eyes dark and attentive. The scent of your skin fills her nose and she braces herself for your next words. "But...I don't care".

What?

"I don't know what you've been through, but... I don't need to know. You will tell me if you want to". It all stops. Every sound, every shout or whisper, every heartbeat or pulse of electricity. It seems, for a moment, that all becomes white and quiet, before the world starts to spin again. You feel her strong fingers push you more towards her, one cold hand under your clothes, right where your wound is. "Thank you toots, that means a lot".

Less than twenty seconds of silence later, she's already pestering you with her worries again, "Does it hurt? Do I need to give you som-" you interrupt her, taking her hand in yours. Normally, you would be a little annoyed by her continuous train of words, but she needs to be reassured. She needs to hear it from you, how many times it takes. "I am okay. I just need you here with me".

That seems enough to let her finally bear down her worries and she quickly rests on the bed, eyelids heavy and a yawn in her throath. "...I made you a monkey...gift" she slurrs over her words, already slipping in and out of conciousness. "Oh really?". "Yeah...". You too are about to follow her shortly, and before you let sleep overtake you, you reach behind and place a kiss on her forehead. "Goodnight Jinx" she smiles, catching your lips in a quick peck and pushing her nose in the crevice of your shoulders; "Goodnight toots".

Bonus ----------------

When Sevika came home that night, after her usual gambling and drinking out in Zaun's bar, she certainly did not expect to find the messily tangled body of limbs that were you, Jinx and Isha.

As quietly as she possibly can, she takes the chair Jinx sits on while doing her evil scientist machineries and sits next to your bed. Placing a cigar in between your lips and lights it, blowing the smoke away in the opposite direction. She looks back at the bed, multiple coloured lights shading your peacefully sleeping figures. She stays silent for a moment, before she crouches on her knees and shakes the tip of the cigar, firing crumbling pieces of tobacco down on the floor. "They do look pretty cute".

[bugslaststraw]

See it's funny because in the games, and in any other assorted media before the movies came out, everyone low-key just hates Robotnik. And not even in the fun dedicated way like they all seem to think he's a bit of a failure. Which sounds weird if you don't know anything about Sonic (and certainly sounded weird to me three weeks ago when I was one of those people) but it really is just genuinely the case. I think?

Obviously his family all hate him. Movie-only fans will have an idea about this one; we've got good old Geralt Robotnik who didn't give a rats ass about him in favour of his long-dead cousin Maria, whom he wants revenge for. Geralt manipulated him and used him and said "oh Ivo you're no Maria" even though Ivo probably doesn't even know who the fuck Maria is in the movie universe and so on, et cetera. Geralt sucks just as much in the games and did approximately the same thing there.

What you may or may not know is that in one of the games, Eggman runs into a descendant of his from generations into the future. That guy's name is Eggman Nega, and he absolutely hates his ancestor. He thinks he's cramping his style? He's trying to go back in time and kill him to restore his reputation as far as I remember. Not to mention he has other family and cousins, none of whom give a flying fuck what happens to him. I distinctly remember someone who's name was Collin but who's nickname was Snively and who also worked with Eggman at some point, but hated him, and then later betrayed him. I can't remember a single family member of Eggman's that actually seemed to like or even tolerate him.

He's had a lot of henchpeople too. Most of them were robots. A lot of them, like Omega, and Gamma, and Sage to an extent (although she was more like a robot daughter he built for himself) betrayed him and joined the good guys too (Sage is another outlier, she isn't exactly switching over I mean she definitely likes him but she definitely isn't loyal either so.??) I mean, Eggman isn't even surprised by the fourth time. Smaller minions like Orbot (and Cubot? another outlier) and their predecessors weren't able to betray Eggman, but definitely would've if they could've because they all disliked him because he's allegedly a shit boss. (Who says he isn't. He's evil after all.)

He "contracts" a lot of spies and stuff too. Animal characters. They all hate him as well, but he tends to hate them in return, so at least those are entirely fair game.

Not to mention all the villains he's conveniently happened to need the same thing as at the start of the game, but become inconvenient to towards the end, so they betray him as quickly as possible to get ready for their final boss fight with Sonic towards the conclusion of the story. There's more of those than I can count or care to remember. He meets his alternative universe self once and they hate each other. There's even a moment in I think the comics where Eggman loses all his memories and temporarily becomes nice, and hangs out in a village and builds things for the furry people who live there. He makes a wooden puppet style robot that also becomes like a daughter to him. She's good at engineering, just like him. Of course when he gets his memories back and becomes evil again she leaves as quickly as possible and later helps Sonic & co. She's very resentful about it all, I've heard.

None of that is surprising, of course. Eggman is an evil villain to the heroes and a loser to the villains. It's funny! It's a joke. They need to introduce scarier villains in the games to ramp up tension but they can't exactly just drop Sonic's nemesis down a hole somewhere, being as iconic as he is... So he sticks around. But as a joke, rather than an actual threat. And it's a little sad, yeah. But he deserves it! He's trying to create some sort of totalitarian egg-state and he bullies Sonic for having friends, for Christ's sake. Why should anyone want to stay loyal to a guy like that- and why should anyone do it at all? Joining the heroes is the cool thing to do! Shadow does it, Knuckles does it, Omega kinda sorta does it, Sage is toeing the damn line from what I've heard, it's...

Okay, it's kind of a lot? I mean I understand having nobody that's a good guy like the villain, but like... Not even his damn henchpeople robots? In a lot of the animated shows and comics he keeps building robot wives for himself that are explicitly created just to like him, by him. That or he's into someone who's into one of the animals, or similar. I mean, it's that bad. And it's like... Nobody? Not even once in like thirty years did anyone come up with the idea to give Eggman?? This behemoth among famous pop culture characters? A loyal henchman?

And- well, okay, nowadays this isn't true anymore. I'm sure we all know why. And that's kind of fun; in 2020, Doctor Robotnik gained his first and only loyal henchperson. Great! But...

Jeff Fowler is a Sonic fan, isn't he. Would he know..?

Would anyone involved in making the movies know that Eggman famously... Doesn't have any friends? That nobody seems to like him? That he's apparently infinitely betrayable? Do they know? Do they know? Is that why the third movie is written like that? Is it not just a character complex pulled out of someone's- I mean, when movie Eggman says that there's only ever been one person who actually liked him and one person who actually cared about him... He's quite literally right, isn't he. As in... Since 1991... Like 34 years since conception as a handful of red pixels in the hottest new platformer game there's actually, literally only been one character..? ooh I think I need to lie down for a bit

[soulsmangione]

party 4 u

luigi mangione x reader

SUMMARY: kappa kappa gamma was never the sorority to throw very many parties. that is, until one of their very own members has a unique situationship with the one and only, phi kappa psi, luigi mangione. it took you ages to convince the president of your sorority to let you throw a party, but when everyone found it that it was secretly to gauge the attention of him, they allowed it.

WARNINGS: dark!luigi, fratboy!luigi, SMUT, dubcon, breeding kink, angst af, bondage

NOTES: i’ve had this idea for FOREVER just ask @luigisbambinaaa hehehe… i wasn’t sure which route i wanted to go with it but ive decided. ENJOY<3

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"it's already twelve in the morning, y/n!"

stood in the middle of three of your beloved sorority sisters, you stayed in one spot, arms folded across your chest as the loud rap music thumped through your ears. you were quite drunk at this point, but still coherent.

"whatever," you scoff, pretending not to care. "i heard that lucas is here, maybe i'll finally let him-"

"y/n! you can't lose hope." your friend kylie encourages, squeezing your shoulder gently. "my boyfriend's one of his close friends, and he said he's coming."

"i'm going to go find lucas." you shoved your half-full cup of some ridiculous mixture of alcohol into kylie's hands. "at this point, i hope he doesn't come." you roll your eyes, pushing through the swarming crowd of sweaty bodies. for never being a sorority known to throw parties, kappa kappa gamma had a large turnout.

at this rate, the entire building was almost body-to-body full of drunken college kids. the only place that was somewhat open was the make-shift dancefloor that everyone collectively decided on.

that's exactly where you spot lucas.

he's leaned up against a fireplace, beer in hand, laughing with some of his friends. you stagger over towards the boy, smiling kindly at him, yet it doesn't give you the feeling that he gives you.

"hi!" you exclaim, and his friends give him an approving look. they all say hello to you, then let you and lucas be.

"hey, y/n. you know, i've actually been wanting to talk all night." lucas grins down at you, his breath reeking of corona light. you ruffle his dark blonde hair, something you'd probably never do while sober.

"good thing i've been wanting to talk to you all night," you lie. "come on, dance with me!" you exclaim, not giving the man a chance to respond before you're dragging him behind you by his wrist.

he obliges, quite obviously happy to be within your company.

you're not quite sure what song is currently playing, yet you have no issue dancing when lucas grabs your hand and twirls you around, having you end up with your back pressed against the front of him. grinding your hips back and forth across his lower region, you're quick to notice him harden under you.

spinning around to face him, you giggle. "you got a little problem?" you shout through the loudness in your ears.

"maybe," he chuckles, snaking his arms around your waist and squeezing your ass. as he does so, he looks up towards the front door, his facial expression contorts as if he's just seen a ghost. "uhh, i've gotta go."

"what?" you blink, and lucas has disappeared into the sea of madness. "what the fuck?" you spin on your heel to see whatever the hell lucas saw, and that's when you lock eyes with a curly-haired italian boy.

a curly-haired italian boy whose face is currently stone cold, eyebrows furrowed down at you. he's angry, yet he looks so good. his black curly hair is longer than he usually keeps it, and he's dressed in a tight fitted black shirt and sweats. you both stare at each other for seconds before he lunges towards you at a fast-pace. you don't move, just drunkenly sway until he's met up with you.

"what the fuck were you doing with him?" luigi seethes, grasping you by your arm and squeezing. before you can open your mouth to respond, luigi is pulling you off to a long, narrow hallway that leads to rows of bedrooms.

"oww!" you whine, batting at his hand. he doesn't move it. "look who finally decided to show up."

"look who decided to be a fucking slut," luigi's voice boomed. you had never seen him so angry before. the sentence made your heart drop. "with lucas out of all people, really?

"oh fuck you!" you spit, snatching your arm away from him. "if you cared, you would have texted me back the other night."

"i was busy," luigi's tone was still stern. there wasn't very many people around the two of you in this hallway to begin with, yet when they witnessed luigi pull you over there, the place emptied quick. "you know i'd come to you the second that you ask."

"do i know that?" you retort, folding your arms. the alcohol from earlier was definitely making its way through your system now, giving you that tingly, warm sensation.

"i can't believe you," luigi sneered, shaking his head and running his tongue over his bottom lip. "that guy's such a fucking loser, anyways." luigi smirks at his own comment.

"fuck off, lu. let me enjoy my party." you put your two hands on his chest and shove him backwards. he stumbles back, snatching you by your wrist which is still lied upon his upper body.

“that’s cute,” he mutters as you pull against his grasp. his grip only tightens. “your party that you threw for me?” he chuckles menacingly.

“what are you talking about?” you demand, cheeks flushing rose-petal pink. fuck. “let me go.”

“don’t act stupid, you didn’t think kylie, the girl who never stops yapping, wasn’t going to fill me in?” he presses his body to yours, closing the space between you two. he grabs your other hand with his free hand, and unkindly shoves you against the cold wall. the alcohol in your system blurs your vision as you blink up innocently at the man.

“you’re just so fuckin’ obsessed with me, huh? so fuckin’ needy,” he rasps, connecting his lips to the nape of your neck. he sucks harshly, causing a gasp to escape your lips. “threw an entire party just for my attention, yeah?”

“no,” you retort back, but it’s useless. “go back out and enjoy your friends, or maybe even my friends. i want to sleep.”

“uh uh,” he pulls his lips away from your skin, leaving you cold. “i came all this way, baby. just for you to abandon me?” he questions, his voice softer now.

“you’re being mean.” you whine, tears threatening the corner of your eyes.

something shifts in luigi’s eyes, something dark and lustful. “mean,” he taunts, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue. “i’ll show you fuckin’ mean.” he growls into your ear.

without a second thought, you’re two steps behind luigi who is dragging you through the pouring crowd of people. the music is loud in your ears, heart-thumping at whatever luigi’s last statement meant.

it feels as if all eyes are on the two of you, you stumbling and tripping behind his tall figure.

“where are you going?” you yell through the noise.

“shut up.” luigi mumbles, arriving to the front door. he opens it, drags you outside, then slams it shut behind you.

outside, the air is cool against your skin. you had on a tight black dress paired with skin-colored tights.

“i’m cold.” you babble, still following luigi. he rounds the corner to the backyard, where cars are lined across the street.

“won’t be in a minute,” he mumbles to himself before arriving to an all blacked out audi. he opens the back door hastily, pushing you in as if he can’t wait any longer. “stay put.” he commands before climbing in the back with you.

“wh- what are you—“

his hands are everywhere on you at once. kneading your breasts, running them in-between your thighs, wrapped around your neck— it’s like he couldn’t decide on what he wanted to do with you first.

“taking what’s mine, that’s all,” he smirks down at you before he unties the cinch string tying his sweats up to his v-line. he pulls it all the way out of his sweatpants before grabbing your wrists and bounding them behind your back. “you’re not going anywhere.” he mutters, breath tickling the back of your neck.

“luigi—“ his name flies breathlessly out of your mouth. you can’t even comprehend what’s happening, so you let him do whatever he’s got planned.

“shhh,” he presses his hand to your mouth. “let’s get these off, yeah?” he tugs at your tights before ripping them open with both hands.

“hey!” you scream, trying to hide how much he’s turning you on. you squirm under his grasp as it tightens on you so hard that you’re unable to move beneath him.

“y’know what?” he asks you rhetorically. “i wanna see that pretty little mouth stuffed with my cock.” he smirks devilishly before pushing you onto your knees on the car floor. you oblige, sliding down comfortably in front of him, hands still bound behind your back. he’s quick to slip his sweats and underwear off, his hardened length springing free as he does so.

“mmm…” you hum at the sight of him, eyes widened as you look up with him with doe-like eyes.

“look at you,” he coos, pumping himself a few times before he entwines his fingers in your hair. “think you can finally take all of me?”

“mhm,” you purr, licking from the bottom of his shaft to the tip as an attempt to tease him. he trembles at the action, a soft moan escaping his lips. “gonna be so proud of me.”

you swirled your tongue around his tip agonizingly slow, wrapping your lips around it and sucking gently. he’s writhing beneath you as if he can’t wait a second longer for you to take him.

he’s quick to push your head down on his length, and not even half-way down you can feel him hit the back of your throat. your eyes begin to water, a small gag escaping you.

you bob your head up and down on his length, feeling him harden even more while inside of you.

“fuuuck, baby.” he drags, his fingers still wrapped into your freshly messed up hair, guiding you up and down himself.

you can feel the wetness already pooling beneath your legs, grinding against nothing as you attempted to deep throat him.

finally, you’re successful. his eyes widen down at you as his entire length is shoved somewhere deep in the back of your throat, your eyes spilling with tears now. he takes you by your hair, pulling you up for air. you gasp, makeup staining your cheeks as you wipe your lips dry.

“you’re such a good girl,” he praises you, running his thumb across your cheek. he grips your chin in between his thumb and pointer finger, forcing you to look at him in the eyes. “you’re never going to look at another man after i’m done with you.”

luigi hooks his hands under your arms, lifting you up so you’re now straddling him. you can feel his length press against the heat of your core, and you whimper above him.

“so wet for me already,” he hisses. “i’ve barely even touched you.”

“please,” you beg, instinctively grinding your hips against his cock. “i need you.”

“oh yeah, you need me, huh?” he scoffs, his fingers quick to find your clit. he rubs slow, taunting motions around it, sending pleasure throughout. “what about lucas, hmm?” he teases.

“i don’t want him,” you mumble sheepishly, pawing at his shirt. “i need you, lu. please.” you whine. he slips his shirt over his head, and ties it around your mouth with quick precision. it serves as a make-shift gag, holding you back from screaming at him to just fuck you.

“all tied up in the back of my car, begging me to fuck you. it’s pathetic,” he chuckles, his finger guiding your clit to an aching sensation. it bubbled up through your lower stomach, heat rising and falling with every motion. you bucked your hips in response, eyes rolled to the back of your head as wetness began to spill from you. “i think your ready, baby.”

with no other warning, luigi lifts you up and slides you down onto his long, throbbing cock. he doesn’t even let his length stretch you out, just rams you downwards to be inside of you.

you cry out at the motion, the pain searing through you so hard below that it blurs your vision and you have to blink away a stream of tears. you try to tell him it hurts, but instead you’re met with a half-choking sound from the make-shift gag.

he lets you sit all the way on his length before he bucks his hips up and down, thrusting in and out of you. his thrusts are hard and demanding, like he’s got something to prove.

“oh my god,” he grunts, his thrusts picking up speed. “you’re so… fucking tight.” he huffs, his hips doing all the work as you sat there mindlessly.

luigi’s hands move to your hips, gripping them so tight it’s bound to leave bruises. he uses them to guide you up and down, not letting you move a single muscle. he wanted to fuck you.

you can feel that sensation rising deep in your stomach, coiling up all the way to your chest. you’re breathing deep, heaving against the black cloth shoved carelessly into your mouth. you strain on top of him, your belly tightening as you begin to squirm with the brink of an orgasm.

“not yet, not fuckin’ done with you yet,” luigi warns, biting his lip hard. he fucks into you with such raw, deep passion, that you completely forget his words from earlier. “mmmm, y/n.” he groans below you.

his lips are parted, hair sweaty and matted against his forehead. he’s breathing so deep— so fast against you. he takes his hand to your dress, ripping the fabric in two so you’re breasts bounce out towards him. you don’t even care at this point.

he’s quick to grip your hips again, but this time he runs his tongue across your nipple. it’s so sensitive that you let out a muffled cry, squeezing your eyes shut. he bites down on your perfect, pink nipple, running it between his teeth.

he’s hitting those delicate sweet spots inside of you, all while teasing your tits at the same time. you hold it together for as long as you possibly can, but he knows you’re about to crumple beneath his power.

“want me to fill you up, yeah?” he grits his teeth, and you can tell he’s coming close. “ruin your fuckin’ life by putting a baby in you, that what you want?”

“mhm.” you nod at his request, and it’s enough to send you both flying into one of the most intense orgasms either of you have felt.

your body twitches on top of him, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you let yourself go. serenity washes through you, reaching every point of your body.

at the same time, luigi releases his thick, white cum deep inside you. he groans loudly, breathing deep as his body shakes beneath you. your legs go numb, and they lose all strength to hold yourself up, causing you to slip right next to luigi. as you lift off of him, his warm substance drips from your core and onto his seat.

you sit there, legs spread, fucked dumbly. you throw your head back, your breaths hitching in the back of your throat as you try to take a deep one, but the gag prevents any air flow.

luigi is still twitching, groaning, gasping for breath. he turns over towards you, and runs his finger tips over your entire being, sending shivers down your spine.

“so good f’me,” he hums as he unties his shirt and the string holding you back. “i’m so proud of you.”

finally untied, you couldn’t even bring yourself to say anything. you sat there, nodding at him as he took you into his arms. his biceps wrapped around you as if he was protecting you from himself, the man who just ruthlessly fucked you in the back of his sports car.

he tucked you deeper into his chest, your head pressed against his shoulder as you still trembled.

“it’s alright, love, we’re done now.” he soothes, stroking your hair gently. you only nod in response, the pleasure still coursing through your veins. “let’s clean you up and head back to mine, yeah?”

“mhm.” you purr, letting him take care of you.

it’s what he did best, not anyone else.

[maxleyrosebud]

In AEGM , there’s a brief moment where Max gives a quick saddened expression after he is happy about persuading his dad to join the Gamma’s . This moment in the movie is often seen as Max feeling a bit guilty for wanting/tricking his dad to get away from him. And this is of course, a valid interpretation to be had. It is what a lot of people assume to be the case when watching the movie.

But is this moment really about Max feeling guilty or could this brief moment be towards something else?  Some may say it’s even about Bradley but is there really some truth to this? 

To know for sure I think it's important to look at the scenes that led up to this moment for proper context and to see how Max ultimately acts after this scene to see if there really could be any other cause for Max’s sudden disheartened reaction. 

So let's start off when Goofy first attends Max’s college.

When Max see's Goofy enter his classroom , Max screams , is absolutely horrified and ( jokingly) wants Bobby to kill him . Even screams “NOOOOOO!” at the top of his lungs after everyone in class laughs at his ordeal for having his own dad attend college with him. 

This was supposed to be a fresh start for Max and he wants to be popular and make a good impression on everyone , but Goofy’s unexpected arrival has now potentially jeopardised all that. 

But after Max understands Goofy’s situation of being fired and needing a degree to get a good job  , he sympathizes with him and gives Goofy ground rules to follow. Even defends Goofy's arrival to PJ and Bobby when they fear he will get in the way of the X games and their social life on campus.   

“Look, I talked to him and laid out all the ground rules. No interfering with the X games practice. No hounding us about schoolwork. No coming into our room unannounced. And no acting like a father. Especially mine. He's got his life , I’ve got my life”- Max to PJ and Bobby 

However , Goofy pushes the boundaries and neglects these rules, causing Max to feel embarrassed and annoyed by his father’s constant interference in his life. It’s becoming a problem for Max and it’s getting in the way of his own goals and reputation.

This goes on for days or weeks until one day at the library , Max tries to sneak away from his dad.

Goofy catches him though and asks where he's going to which a nervous Max quickly try's to figure out a excuse as to what he is doing. He then comes up with the idea that Goofy needs library card. A perfect cover up and a perfect way to distract his dad.  

Once Goofy is distracted with Miss Marpole , Max actively tries sneaking away again and even jumps over one of the library stalls to get away unseen. 

Now that Goofy has someone else to latch onto and is completely distracted , Max Finally has a chance to get away from his dad once and for all and is more than happy to do so with no regret or feeling of guilt whatsoever.  

“Come on guys , we're out of here!”- Max to PJ and Bobby 

This is probably the first moment since Goofy arrived at college that Max has had time away from his dad and he willingly takes full advantage of this with a smile on his face when making his getaway.

Once at skating boarding practice , Max is impressing everyone with his skateboarding skills and Max couldn’t be happier.  

He finally got a moment again where he feels popular and validated , just like he did when he first skated past frat row and things are really looking up for him.

That is until out of nowhere Goofy shows up in the middle of the ramp and Max accidentally collides into him, causing both Max and Goofy to be swung into the air and Max falling off his skateboard. Goofy however manages to land on Max’s skateboard and accidentally ends up taking Max’s spotlight by impressing everyone with his own skateboarding skills. 

Everyone applauds Goofy , something everyone was doing to Max moments prior , making Max annoyed and snatch his skateboard ruffly away from Goofy.

Due to Goofy’s actions, Max has now had enough of skateboarding practice for the day and is ready to leave but then Goofy suddenly proposes that he should join Max’s skateboarding team.

Max at first is bewildered that his dad would even ask him something like that, especially considering what he just did moments ago even if it was unintentional.

And so having enough of his dad's constant medalling , Max makes it perfectly clear to Goofy through his firm tone and disapproving body language that he isn’t going to let Goofy join his team as this is the one boundary that he isn't going to let Goofy cross.

“ Dad, as fun as that sounds. There are no, openings on my team. Kay.”- Max

At this point , Max’s patience with his dad is wearing thin. He is already annoyed that his dad isn’t listening to the ground rules and that his constant presence is medalling in with his social life. And when Max finally gets a break from his dad , a moment where he can be celebrated for his skateboarding skills again,  Goofy accidently takes this moment away from him by impressing everyone with his own skills , making Max get more annoyed/frustrated with his dad than he was before . 

Max then walks off with PJ and Bobby to which Bradley takes this as his opportunity to make Goofy an offer to join the Gamma’s. However , Goofy lets Bradley know that he is more interested in staying close to Maxie than joining his team. Bradley tries to make Goofy realise that this is a once in a lifetime opportunity but in response Goofy infers that Bradley doesn't understand the bond between a father and his son.

Overhearing this conversation, it’s clear to Max that Goofy isn’t going to leave him alone unless he thinks of another way to keep his dad away but for good this time. So as Max watches the conversation unfold ,  he cunningly comes up with a plan to get rid of his dad once and for all. Looks pretty satisfied and happy about it too. 

"Guys, I have a plan."-Max

Once Bradley and the Gamma’s leave Goofy alone , Max convinces his dad that he should join the Gamma’s as they need him more than his team does and that they will both still see each other at practices and events all the time. Goofy asks Max if his sure about this decision to which Max happily approves by telling his dad to go for it. 

“Go for it dad”-Max 

Goofy then catches up with Bradley and joins the Gamma’s , now following Bradley’s lead as they leave the skate park. 

Max and his friends watch as they leave and Max is seen smiling and content with what he has just done. But as PJ and Bobby celebrate , Max suddenly looks briefly sad when the scene starts to come to an end ? 

It’s very odd as this change in demeanour only lasts a few seconds in the actual movie but for some reason this display of emotion from Max isn't actually addressed later or? 

Every scene leading up to this moment has implied that Max should be rightfully happy. So why would Max suddenly look sad about finally getting rid of Goofy when all he has wanted up to this point is to do just that.

Max didn't feel guilty when he pushed Goofy on to Miss Marpole in the scene previous to this one, so what's changed?

Shouldn't he be feeling … relieved? Over the moon even?

Well , if it was a brief moment of guilt it was Very short lived as in the next following scene Max is overwhelmingly ecstatic/happy that his plan had worked and he even wants to celebrate with PJ and Bobby by making a nacho toast with them.

“A Crunch to us. I can’t believe it. It worked. We unloaded my dad and now we can focus on winning. Let’s do it, to it !”-Max 

Then later on during the scene , Max happily see's Goofy dancing with Miss Marpole and makes a point to Bobby that even if the Gammas can't keep Goofy away, then Miss Marpole surely will. Even gives Bobby a high five as a sign of approval/victory to his own statement.

"If the Gammas don't keep my dad out of our hair, his new girlfriend will."- Max

So clearly , Max isn't sad about ditching his Dad or tricking him to keep him away. As long as somebody is occupying his dad away from him then it's all good in his eyes.

So , uh … what happened then? Why is there a sudden whiplash of emotions here ? Did we miss a scene? Did Max just quickly get over it? Shouldn’t Max be asking PJ and Bobby for reassurance that he did the right thing if he really felt guilty over his dad?

Well, with everything leading up to this scene it would be reasonable to suggest that Max shouldn't be feeling guilty.

Goofy has over stepped Max's boundaries despite Max putting ground rules in place and Max can only be so patient and tolerant of Goofy's interference in his life for so long. Max is desperate to get away from his dad , and now that Goofy is out of the way , It makes absolute sense that Max should be happy and relieved about this change as Max believes he will only benefit from it.

So if we are to go with the notion that Max's expression isn’t guilt, then what was Max’s expression really about ? 

One interpretation could be , Max suddenly realizing that Goofy could be a threat to him in the X games but I don't think this is the case at all. At this point in the story , Max doesn't actually think Goofy can out best him at skateboarding. In his words he thought his dad was “the most athletically challenged man in the universe”.

And when it’s time for the actual qualifying rounds , Max sounds/looks condensing when wishing Goofy luck, as if Goofy will need all the luck he can get.

And when Goofy replaces Bradley as a last minute substitution , Max is surprised at first at the sudden change but is confident that Goofy will make the Gamma’s look bad. 

"(chuckle) This is gonna be good"-Max

It's only when Goofy performs really well that Max is rather shocked that Goofy proved him wrong and could out best him. 

So what else could it possibly be? ...

Well … as you've probably already guessed , what I'm going to propose is that Max’s saddened expression is actually addressed towards Bradley …  

Let me explain why this could be the case through a character/Story perspective.

After Max walks off from telling Goofy he can’t be on his team , Bradley swoops in to offer Goofy a place to be on his team instead. 

The following scene goes as follows.   

“Mr. Goof! Your performance was, without a doubt, the most breath-taking display of alternative sport inventiveness... yet to be paralleled by mankind!”-Bradley  

“Gee! Ah-yuck. Thanks. Whatever you said”.-Goofy

“The Gammas, the number one team in the history of the College "X" Games, have an opening on our team. And it has got your name on it, buddy! Be a winner. Join us.” - Bradley

“Hey, welcome to the team.”-Tank 

When Max first skated past Frat Row, people were impressed by his skateboarding skills and the one and only Bradley Uppercrust the Third gave Max a chance to be a Gamma.

But now the tables have turned where it is now Goofy impressing everyone with his own skills and just like Bradley had done with Max, Goofy is also getting the opportunity to be a Gamma. Keep this in mind as these two scenes are meant to mirror one another as through out the movie Goofy is slowly taking Max’s place on campus.  

So as Max is leaving , he can hear this whole conversation between them both but it's only after Bradley asks Goofy to join their team, that we see Max’s reaction. 

He stops in his tracks , shocked and turns around perplexed with a raised eyebrow by what is happening. 

In this moment , Max has just overheard that Bradley , the same guy who had once complimented him for his own skateboarding skills and given Max the same opportunity to be Gamma , is now doing the same to Goofy , someone who just stole the spotlight away from him moments ago. 

When Max was first given the offer by Bradley, Max looked touched and thrilled that Bradley wanted him as his first draft pick

and when Bradley asked him what he thought , Max claimed that he couldn’t believe it and looked immensely happy. 

“No way. You want us to be Gammas?

Ha! You guys, you hear that?- We're gonna be part…”- Max

Before attending college, Max hadn’t intended on becoming a Gamma  ( probably due to not thinking it was ever going to be a possibility) but when Bradley , the College X games King , the president of the best frat house on campus and a actual royal , was so impressed by Max’s skills that he chased after Max on a skateboard all the way down to the bean scene , just to ask him to be on his winning team , well of course this gesture meant a lot to Max.

Max had even spilled hot coffee on the guy by accident and Bradley still wanted him.  

And because Bradley rejected Bobby and PJ, who are in Max’s eyes serious athletes , Max knows what a big deal an offer like this is and knows full well that Bradley isn't just going to let just anyone be a Gamma. 

So the idea that Goofy , the person who just gained applaud and admiration from everyone else moments ago ,  is now being seen as someone who is good enough to be a Gamma just like Max had been, is now being given the same opportunity he once had from Bradley, well ... this is obviously going to be something that Max is going to take to heart and take great intrigue in. 

But as the conversation between Goofy and Bradley unfolds , Max is more focused on how he can get his dad away from him than how he might be feeling inferior to his own dad at this moment. 

So after Max persuades Goofy to join the Gammas , Max gets to witness the Gamma’s welcoming Goofy to the team , Bradley presenting Goofy with his own Gamma Mu Mu pledge Pin and Bradley calling Goofy “Brother Goofy”, making him an official Gamma. 

“Gamma Brother Goofy, let me present you with your Gamma Mu Mu pledge pin.” -Bradley

Then as Bradley, Goofy and the Gamma’s walk off , we cut back to the moment where Max and his friends are happy with their plan succeeding but of course Max gives that saddened expression just before the scene ends. 

With all this in mind , what I'm going to suggest is that this isn't a sign of guilt but rather a disheartened expression of Max feeling inferior to Goofy.

It's also of Max feeling a sense of sorrow that Goofy gets to be what Max could have been if things had turned out differently.

Knowing Max's Character , It’s no secret that Max tends to be insecure about feeling replaced/inferior . He has quite the history of it throughout the Goof troop show and the first Goofy Movie. 

Some examples

E65 Buddy Building - Feels like he's going to lose PJ as his best friend to a body builder named Coop.

S1 e71 Educating Goofy - When Goofy attends his school , Max feels like Goofy is taking everything away from him

The Goofy movie - When Roxxaane suggests that she can just go with someone else to the party , Max panics and lies about going to the Powerline concert when he's actually fishing with his dad. 

So it's easy to see how Max could be feeling like he has been replaced by Goofy as a potential draft pick for Bradley.

Obviously, just by comparing how Bradley acts and talks towards both Max and Goofy , we as a audience know that Bradley doesn't actually think Goofy is better than Max and is only using Goofy for his own gain. Bradley even admits later in the movie to Max himself that Goofy was never Gamma material but in this moment , this is just how Max could be feeling towards this situation.

When they met , Max could see and tell how much Bradley really wanted him as a Gamma,

but now that Max is no longer a option , Max is dealing with the unexpected scenario of seeing Bradley choose someone else. Something Max probably didn't think he would have to deal with as he didn't think Bradley would be able to find any better competitors than himself.

And when it comes to my other reason where Max feels saddened at seeing Goofy living a life that he could have had , I feel like this goes well with the overall theme and conflict between Max and Goofy, which is Max  wanting Goofy to get his own life and Max becoming resentful that Goofy is becoming everything Max strived for and wanted.

When Goofy beats Max in the qualifying rounds and takes away all the admiration and validation that Max wanted for himself, Max feels like Goofy is living the life that he wanted and strived for. This was supposed to be how life was going to go for Max but now Goofy gets to experience it for himself instead. 

So when we take this theme into account , it makes sense that Max would feel disheartened at the idea that Goofy gets to be a Gamma with Bradley as this was something that could have happened to him if Max didn't turn Bradley’s offer down.  

If Max had accepted Bradley’s offer , he could have been in the same position as Goofy is in now. He could have become a Gamma , he could have been given a Gamma Mu Mu Pledge Pin by Bradley , he could be the one following Bradley around campus as Brother Max. 

But due to circumstance , he had to turn the offer down due to PJ and Bobby not being allowed to join. A decision he doesn't regret for the sake of his friends but now that he see’s Goofy living out a life that he could have had , it probably dawned on Max in that moment what he actually did and that he gave Goofy a life that he could have been his if things turned out differently between him and Bradley. Goofy even had permission to join after turning Bradley down where as Max didn't.

Additionally , both the library scene and the Skatepark scene are very similar in terms of Max trying to get away from his dad and pinning his dad on someone else, but the only difference between these two scenes is that Max looks sad after pinning his dad on Bradley/Gamma’s but not when he did the same thing on Miss Marpole.  

So in a sense , Max’s expression is about Goofy but it's really about Bradley. Or at least that's what I think.

Regardless of what interpretation anyone has , it's all valid. People even suggesting that Max is pining for Bradley from a far is fine as it all depends on your own perception. And if you want to believe that Max was actually feeling guilt towards Goofy then that's fine too.

This was just my take/analysis on the scene and I hope it was at least a interesting perspective to think about.

[apiswitchcraft]

psephoi: greek divination tiles

a while ago i made this post about astragalomancy, a form of divination using four-sided knucklebones. in that i mentioned another post that my friend fritz had made about psephoi. since then, fritz has deleted his tumblr blog so i decided to repost these tiles he made (with his permission) and their interpretations!

BACKGROUND:

psephoi is a method of using 24 tiles each inscribed with a greek letter (much like norse runes and celtic ogham) and chosen randomly. it wasn't just used for divination, of course, as with astragaloi (which were used as dice), but in this case we will only be considering the divinatory method.

THE TILES:

psephoi tiles can be a number of things: pieces of ceramic, wood, or pieces of paper. you can put them in a cup or bag or whatever and draw blindly, or you can swirl them around in the vessel until one/some fall out.

if you don't feel like making your own or want something quick and easy, check out these tiles fritz drew up!

you could cut them out and just use them as is, or paste them onto pieces of wood/stone/whatever you like!

(btw fritz says y'all can feel free to screenshot and print these out to use)

whether or not you make your own tiles, below is a list of the interpretations for your divinatory usage!

INTERPRETATIONS:

Alpha: “The God [Apollo] says you will do everything successfully.” Your entire project will turn out well and you will meet all your goals. You will have good luck in all your activities, or prosperous business transactions and negotiations.

Beta: “With the help of Tychê, you will have an assistant, the Pythian [Apollo].” You are at a critical point, but if you are fortunate, Apollo the Far-shooter will help you if you call on Him. Even with luck, the God will only assist; ultimate responsibility is yours. “Pythian” refers to Apollo as the God at Delphi (which was in Pytho), one of the most important oracular sites. Therefore the help to be expected might be of a prophetic nature.

Gamma: “Gaia will give you the ripe fruit of your labors.” You will have a successful harvest, or you will reap all your profits from the Earth. The Mother of All will bring your labors to a fruitful conclusion. Gaia will give you your just deserts.

Delta: “In customs inopportune strength is weak.” Ill-timed force will be ineffective; act with precision; timing is everything. Knowing where and when to strike is more important than strength; misapplied ability is disability. Blind conformity to customs is spineless; overly strict adherence to rules is self-defeating. Unreasonable or undue force will defeat itself; a tyrant must fall.

Epsilon: “You desire to see the offspring of righteous marriages.” This is a statement of fact, not a command or prediction. The obvious meaning is that the querant wants children or grandchildren from suitable marriages. However, it can also mean he or she is in love with seeing this, that is, obsessed by the idea. The “rightness” of the marriage admits many interpretations; it could be a terrible marriage if that was fitting and righteous (i.e. deserved). The oracle may also refer to seeds, other than children, sown by the marriage (e.g. family alliances, marrying into wealth or influence). Finally, marriage may be taken metaphorically to refer to any alliance or union.

Zeta: “Flee the very great storm, lest you be disabled in some way.” Don’t make a sea-voyage in bad weather. It is futile to fight the force of the ocean; likewise, bucking the inevitable will weaken you and hinder your progress. Avoid raging storms of any kind; save your energy for when it can be effective. Sometimes flight is wiser than fight.

Eta: “Bright Helios, who watches everything, watches you.” The life-giving Sun will care for you. Helios is an enforcer of oaths and promises, and He knows the deceit in your heart.

Theta: “You have the helping Gods of this path.” The “way” may be a concrete road, a plan of action, a spiritual path, a way of life, etc. In any case, the Gods who oversee this way will help and defend you, so you may go forward with confidence; you are under divine care because you are following your destiny.

Iota: “There is sweat; it excels more than everything.” There will always be hard work; work is never done. Hard work is the surest means of success. When you have lost all other possessions, you still have your labor as an asset. The oracle recommends elbow-grease.

Kappa: “To fight with the waves is difficult; endure, friend.” In time, the force of ocean waves can grind down anything; they can be a metaphor for repetitive, unstoppable processes. It is difficult, dangerous, and painful to try to resist them; the sensible thing to do is to wait until they abate, or if that is impossible, then to endure the inevitable with courage.

Lambda: “The one passing on the left bodes well for everything.” Since the left is traditionally the sinister side, the oracle may mean that an apparently sinister thing or event may be a blessing in disguise. The left is also associated with the unconscious, lunar mind, and so unconscious processes or intuition may signal a favorable outcome. A promising sign comes from an unpromising quarter.

Mu: “It is necessary to labor, but the change will be admirable.” Through toil and distress a change will be made for the better. Hard work will result in a good return.

Nu: “The strife-bearing gift fulfils the oracle.” Something will be given (to you, by you, or from one to another) that brings strife with it; this will discharge the force of the oracle. The import seems to be that this gift will be the answer to the question asked of the oracle. So, for example, if the querant asked when something will happen, the gift is the sign that it’s immanent.

Xi: “There is no fruit to take from a withered shoot.” There is no good to be gained from an angry young man or woman. The frayed end of a good line. Harshness and stinginess will achieve nothing. You can’t get blood from a turnip; you can’t get water from a stone. Don’t polish a turd.

Omicron: “There are no crops to be reaped that were not sown.” What we spread about, comes back to us. What goes around comes around. You must plan ahead in order to achieve anything.

Pi: “Completing many contests, you will seize the crown.” If you persist in your struggles, after many trials you will succeed. Perseverance through adversity.

Rho: “You will go on more easily if you wait a short time.” If you will hold your ground for only a short time, you will be able to proceed (more easily or with greater cooperation). You will go faster by waiting than by going now; on the other hand, delaying too long may provoke reckless action. By standing fast you live recklessly. By remaining where you are, you live life thoughtlessly.

Sigma: “Phoibos [Apollo] speaks plainly, ‘Stay, friend.’” Neither advance nor retreat; wait or hold your ground, as appropriate; the best action is inaction. “Phoibos” refers to Apollo as Bright and Pure, which also characterizes His advice in this oracle.

Tau: “You will have a parting from the companions now around you.” This may be an unwelcome parting from friends or a welcome release from enemies; in either case they are now around you. This may also mean a growing apart or forced separation of a person from his or her family, peers or fellow travelers on the path.

Upsilon: “The affair holds a noble undertaking.” There is some issue to be resolved, or some deed is under consideration; it involves high-mindedness, either in commitment, deed, or professional pursuit. The oracle may tell us that the affair is admirable due to this noble element, or that the situation may guide us to seek the appropriate noble undertaking or profession. The hero’s quest. On the other hand, the oracle may mean that the situation hinders this fine undertaking. Thus you should try to understand the situation: does it demand an excellent undertaking or impede it.

Phi: “Having done something carelessly, you will thereafter blame the Gods.” Take responsibility for your actions (or inactions); don't blame the Gods (or the universe, or fate, or society, or nature) for your own failings. The ancient Greeks said, “Hermes will help you get your wagon unstuck, but only if you push on it.”

Khi: “Succeeding, friend, you will fulfill a golden oracle.” “Golden” may be a metaphor for rich, noble, excellent, etc. This admirable oracle will be fulfilled by you attaining your ends, or a mere chance meeting could constitute the golden event.

Psi: “You have this righteous judgment {Psêphos} from the Gods.” Literally, a psêphos is a stone used for divination, voting, counting, and similar purposes, so this oracle refers to collective judgment rather than individual judgment. This implies that the majority of the Gods concur in this judgment, and that this judgment is appropriate, fair, and righteous, though there is no implication that the result is that desired by the querant.

Omega: “You will have a difficult harvest season, not a useful one.” Concretely, there will be a poor harvest, or autumn will be difficult; the harvest will be too early, before the fruit is ripe. More abstractly, too early grasping of the fruits of your labor (whether voluntary or necessary) will yield a poor return; the rewards will not be suitable for their purpose. Your youth will be rough; you will have to grow up before your time.

SOURCES:

patheos.com

for the interpretations

[theblueflower05]

OH UR IN FOR IT NOW

thoughts: jake sully cockwarming human reader and she keeps squirming around to cum but he’s so much bigger that he can just hold her still while she whines and pouts

(also i know he’s so cocky and condescending with his dirty talk)

Oh oh oh. Fuck yes.

Listen. There is something so sexy about Avatar/Na’vi x Human smut. I don’t care. It’s going to get me going every time, I eat this shit UP.

@hinataashoyos kills this dynamic and if you want to read some absolutely delish Jake content- please give her blog a follow.

And I loveeeeee the idea of Jake and his little human fuck buddy.

Because like. You’re everything he’s attracted to- just his type. You’re petite with killer curves, a rack and ass to die for. The sweet florally perfume you wear makes him dizzy with want and the gloss you have perma swiped across your full lips sparkles in the fluorescent lights of the labs that you can usually be found in.

He eats girls like you up back on Earth. Even in his chair, he knew he was a panty dropper.

Smut under the cut

But you’re different. You’re sharp as a tack and come from a good family back on terra firme. Fancy college degrees under your belt, all paid for by mommy and daddy’s money. A social butterfly. Hell, he bets you’d been a sorority girl. Kappa Kappa Gamma, or some nonsense of that nature.

You’d never go for a disabled ex-military grunt like him- or so he’s convinced himself.

You work in close quarters with the rest of the Science lame brains, are close with Grace and Max.

Xeno-Cultural Anthropologist, he learns your title early one.

You’re here to help crack the code around the Navi- deeply fascinated by their rich culture. Diverse clans, and multilayered language. Besides Grace, you’re about the only RDA human let within 100 miles of Home Tree.

Your accolades and experience, at your young age, are stacked. All of these things should make you a stuck up priss-

And yet you’re not. Not at all.

The more he gets the know you, the worse his interest in you gets.

You’re funny, in a goofy way that doesn’t match your sharp vernacular. Your frequent jokes are vulgar and down right dumb.

And helpful, you never make him feel stupid the way the others do. You’re more then happy to sit down with him after a long day of him being linked out in the Jungle- you’re just about the only reason why he’s finally starting to grasp the language.

And so so sweet. You don’t make him feel useless or infantiled in his chair; you treat him like the capable grown man he is- but make him meals like you do all for all your friends. Help him with his laundry. Bring him electrolyte drinks when he’s half asleep doing his video logs.

A couple months in, and Jakes interest has spawned into a full fledged crush.

When Grace swoops him away fro Quaritch and his influence- you go with. All the way up into the Hallelujah Mountains.

The extra close quarters and isolation just makes it worse.

The pajamas you wear to bed aren’t skimpy or sexy in nature- but damn do you look good in the small shorts and obscure band tee that falls to your knees.

He nearly loses his shit when you bend over one morning, your wide ass on display. The tiny sleep shorts do nothing to cover the plush cheeks and he’s never wanted to dig his teeth into something more.

You act like you didn’t see him discreetly hide his blushing face in his cup of coffee.

The same way that he acts like he doesn’t see you ogling him in Avatar form. You all but drool over the smooth blue skin and endless muscles.

He wonders if that’s the only way you’ll have him, in a body that’s not his.

It had all come to a head pretty soon after that.

At the core of it; the two of you are travelers, stuck on a foreign planet. All it takes is a particularly lonely night; one where some how the two of you had gotten a moment alone, for all of the emotion to bubble up.

You’d ended up in Jakes lap, in his chair. Grinding down onto him, your tongue down his throat as he wrapped his strong tattooed arms around you.

Safe to say you want Jake Sully however you can get him.

It’s a free for all after that and Grace straight up has to tell you guys to cool it down after stumbling upon you and Jake, him in his Avatar form, in the trees just behind the bunkers. His head had been buried between your naked thighs- your face blushing behind your Exo Mask. Grace had not been impressed.

“Between you two and Norm and Trudy, it’s like I’m living in a fucking frat house. Cut it out, before I citation all of you for interpersonal relationships. I swear, we’re supposed to be grown ups here, guys- ever heard of workplace discretion!”

Graces threats are empty, but Jake knows you respect her enough to take em to heart.

So it turns into a game of sorts.

The two of you try to get each other off as often as possible. As fast as possible. As hidden as possible.

All the sneaking around makes him feel like a teenager, alive and exhilarated when he’s in both of his bodies.

But he hates the quickies. He wants the time to worship your body thoroughly.

He jumps at the chance- when Norm rides along with Trudy to take Grace back to Hell’s Gate. She’s a higher up, after all. She has mountain’s of paperwork and reports she needs to do. That’s fine.

That means he gets to be alone with you.

He savors the night. The trailers are a tight fit for his Avatar body, but he pushes the bunk beds to an opposite wall and the two of you make a nest of sorts on the cold metal floor. All the pillows and blankets you can find to cushion yourselves.

You lie next to each other, facing one and other- as you explore each other with slow groping touches in the low light. Only the computer screens left on to illuminate the space.

It’s like neither of you can get enough.

His large calloused hands run along your curves- all that soft supple skin. Your plush breasts and doughy thighs and ass. You feel so good- you truly might be the only soft thing on the rugged planet of Pandora.

Your petite hands are eager too. You trace his arms, his broad shoulders, his tapered waist. Your wide eyes follow the path of your fingers.

“Holy shit, Jake. You’re built like a brick shit house- where did all this muscle come from?”

He chuckles at the awe in your tone. “Trainings been intense- Neytiris been riding my ass lately. I’m up before the sun rises in those trees”

“Remind me to thank her next time I see her” you mutter distractedly as you squeeze at his defined bicep.

It’s insanely good, but then again it always is.

Jake tastes your spit, and you hard little nipples and your dripping cunt. Feasting himself on your skin slowly.

The more orgasms he can wring out of you- the easier it will be for you to take his cock. He needs your body as loose as he can get it.

After what feels like hours getting fucked with his huge fingers, and rough textured tongue, you’re begging for him.

You can take it. You want to be full of him, you whine the words with big teary eyes that you know he can’t refuse.

He fucks into you slow- watching as you take him. Your pussy always looks like she’s going to break. Stretched to it’s limits, lips puffy and enflamed as his cock sinks in. The contrast of his indigo skin and your human flush is fucking hypnotic.

This isn’t the first time he’s fucked you in this body and it won’t be the last.

Every round seems to be better then the last- louder. Wetter. More passionate. You’re full of so much cum, there’s no way that your tiny womb could hold it even if it tried.

Na’vi libidos are something else.

He has stamina that he didn’t even know existed. After round three you’re out, all but asleep in his arms. Limp and ragdoll like in his oversized arms.

“You can keep going” your voice is paper thin and far away. Jakes not sure how you’re even coherent at this point.

He takes you into his lap, gently, but keeping you stuffed full to the brim with his cock.

You whimper and bury your messy face in his huge sweaty chest.

“I just need one more” Jake reassures you, petting your hair, stroking down your back. His hands are large and soothing, it’s so easy for him to touch all of you at once. “You don’t even have to move all that much, baby. Just let me come one more time, yeah?”

You nod, and really it’s just your head lulling in his clavicle. You’d lost the ability to control your muscles hours ago. “Yeah, mhmm”

Jake doesn’t even need to bounce you. Just having your pussy wrapped around him, tighter then anything he’s ever felt, is enough.

You sit on his lap, his cum flowing out of you. Down your thighs. Onto his own groin. And warm his cock.

It’s erotic and intimate and as he holds you close he thinks about Neytiris words. Tsaheylu- the sacred bond. He’s felt it with direhorse- and his ikran. A part of him wishes that he could feel it with you.

When he empties the last of his milky, iridescent cum inside of you and you pull back from his chest enough to give him a small smile, he thinks that no.

This is enough.

I LOVE YOU JAKE MOTHER FUCKING SULLY UGHHHHHHHHH. I swear he fucking remixed the game in the first Avatar. I will never ever ever get over him.

[artbyblastweave]

Draft a proposal to fix the x-men.

To the extent that the X-Men need to be fixed, the problem, more than probably any other superhero, is that they never fucking end; they can't end. Every civil rights movement they've ever been pegged as a metaphor for has made some kind of forward progress over the decades, but the people who can fly are somehow stuck on a treadmill. We're on the sixth or seventh "mutants on the brink of extinction" scenario; McKay just did, what, the fourth instance of Xavier Fucking Off Forever, For Real This Time, Pinkie Promise? Even if it was objectively incredibly well written it can't claw its way out from under the weight of the fact that it's all been done. And it'll be done again. Making it a single, finite story that fucking ends, or at least advances the fucking setting, is all that actually needs to happen. X-Men: Evolution but it runs for five seasons and gets to tie everything up. Claremont took a stab at this with X-Men: The End, although I haven't read it and can't attest to its quality one way or another. And, of course, Ultimate Marvel made them a finite property in its own roundabout, widely despised way.

Option two, (really option 1.5 since these aren't mutually exclusive) is to make the story an explicit period piece, ideally either in the 1960s or the 1980s. The 1980s would allow you to tap into and play with the zeitgeist that produced the version of the team that people actually give a shit about (which, come to think of it, is what X-Men 97 is already doing;) it's also the point at which the Marvel timeline really started to terminally arrest into comic-book time; the ANAD lineup have been around for fifty years but they're still the New Guys, to me. Positioning the X-Men as the comparative New Kids on the Block compared to the old guard of the Avengers, Fantastic Four and so on lets you pin the disparity in their public treatment of mutant and non-mutant heroes as the result of the increased saliency of mutants from the mid-70s onward. Claremont's run was already deliberately plugged into the politics of the back half of the cold war in a lot of different ways; Magneto as an aging concentration-camp survivor turned mutant Zionist, Storm having been orphaned by French Bombers during the Suez crisis, evil televangelists as antagonists, a whole mess of stuff with a lot of historical specificity.

If not the 1980s, my other pick would be to set the thing in the 60s. Mutants are fundamentally a product of the atomic age, fleetingly and hand-wavingly identified as the delayed byproduct of the testing and use of nuclear weaponry, but 60s X-Men really weren't engaging with the politics of any of that; or really any kind of complicated politics at all; it wasn't a civil rights metaphor except retroactively. But in this pitch it could be more directly plugged into that political moment, ideally in tactful and non-stupid ways. There's tons of ways in which the non-metaphorical minorities at the heart of the civil rights movement bore the brunt of American nuclear testing and similar scientific misadventures; the idea that mutants were created by the same government now frantically trying to oppress the cat back into the bag is a pitch with a lot of legs. Ultimate Marvel understood this, although the idiom was filtered through the lens of genetic engineering is the new nuke, and nobody liked the punchline because Jeff Loeb delivered it in the trainwreck that was Ultimatum. Deniz Camp has implemented similar ideas to what I'm talking about here on the Hulk side of things, with the New Ultimate She-Hulk being the byproduct of illicit gamma bomb testing on Pacific Islanders. To cap this all off I've mentioned before that a 1960s retrofuturistic nuclear age X-Men would act as a great foil to a 1930s-situated first wave of heroes- Teenaged Rebels and Heartthrobs on the heels of the Greatest Generation. It could be made to rhyme.

[transcarcinization]

*waves hands* eclipses. you knwo

sources under cut

Quotes:

"On that day, many hopeless romantics became destined to a lifetime of searching for signals in the gamma-ray sky", A History of Dark Matter

"Do you have a human soul and can you prove it?", The long and short of it, Richard Siken

"Dear God / It is great the way you always get the stars in the right places." Children's Letters to God, Stuart Hample

"Things are similar- this makes science possible. Things are different- this makes science necessary." the dialectical biologist, Richard Levins & Richard Lewontin

"Hinc Itur Ad Astra", translates as "from here the way leads to the stars". Motto of Vilnius University

"Amid energies of the cosmos, you gave as good as you got", Eulogy from a Physicist, Aaron Freeman

"I know that / intimacy is not a clean thing; / it is difficult like this—covert / and common. Bare, as it should be: / someone says I want the mess in you / and you give it to them", Heed the Hollow, Malcolm Tariq

"For all I know, maybe everyone is screaming / as they go through life, silently," Don’t Tell Anyone, Tony Hoagland

"KL: Your honor I am here for a refresh. A renewal of self. I consider this act to be a poetic gesture and a birthday gift. I am ready for an update. An intervention into my life. I am here to be born again as myself, or at the very least, the most current version of myself. I am prepared to let go. To empty my cache. To refill the screen with the same information." Court hearing, Kristian Sue Lucas

Images:

Nasa: solar eclipse, multilength milky way, tycho's star

circuits archive (my love), Enterprise schematics, Franz Joseph, 1973

Other:

shoutout to this post for making me want to learn gradient maps, and @metronn for helping me find the episode where they show Geordi vision! Paintings are referenced from this screenshot (sorry for pinterest link i have no idea what episode this is)

[bones4thecats]

Dragon Ball: Super Hero × S/O ; Prompt

Characters: Gamma 1, Gamma 2, and Piccolo Inspired By: Random idea... I guess? A/N: This took a while to write (like three days max) but it was totally worth it. Hope you guys like it! ⚠️ Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: FLUFFY BRAIN-ROT ⚠️

Disclaimer: Person A -> G.1 S/O & Piccolo / Person B -> G.2 S/O

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╚═════ Gamma 1 ══════════════════════════════╝

🦈 The sound of metallic footsteps made the silent Red Ribbon Army Headquarters bearable to walk around without any fear of a cricket chirping out of nowhere. Not that many members of the re-made group feared much

🦈 Gamma 1 strutted around in search of a specific member of the Army, his S/O. They said they would be coming back by 16:00, or 4:00 pm, from shopping for some things that Dr. Hedo needed for a new experiment. Well, that and some things to spoil the young genius with

🦈 He blinked calmly as he approached their door. The symbols that his S/O had drawn laid popping on the wood. While Commander Magenta wasn't fond of the random drawings around, he had to accept it. Y/N was of amazing use to the Red Ribbon Army, after all

🦈 The door opened as Gamma 1 twisted the handle and pushed it inside. The first thing that caught the Android's eyes was his S/O laying on the bed, knees bent on the side of the mattress while their arms did the same on the opposite side

🦈 You groaned dramatically as Gamma 1 cocked an 'eyebrow', wondering what you were doing laying on your bed in such a way. While you normally did sit or lay in unique manners, this was one of the most unique ones yet for your boyfriend

"Love? Why are you laying down in such a way?" He asked.

🦈 Sitting up as you looked at your boyfriend, he noticed a glaring difference on you. Your face had a slight bruise on the cheek, specifically your right one, which Gamma 1 would plant kisses on daily

"You can't kiss my cheek anymore because even the slightest touch makes it practically stab me in the face with pain. This is what it must feel like to be deprived of everything without consent..." You griped as you buried your face into a nearby pillow.

"Why would you think I wouldn't give you a kiss on the cheek anymore?"

"Like I said!" You drawled. "My bruise is trying to murder me!"

🦈 Gamma 1 sighed, you were always a hint dramatic. It wasn't horrible to the point of sabotaging any relationships you had, but it wasn't the best thing to occur when it came out. Normally having it result in your boyfriend carrying you around in his arms or just holding you as you ranted

🦈 Walking to the top of your bed, Gamma 1 reached and delicately pulled the pillow out from your grasp. It was obvious that you had been crying, as your eyes were puffier with the light now hitting them better

"Sit up." He said, making you shuffle upwards to make room for your boyfriend.

🦈 Thankfully, Dr. Hedo had made beds that sustained the weight of both of the Android twins at once, so you didn't have to worry about any incident when laying down together

"Go ahead and lay down," he continued, "and tell me about the rest of your day. Specifically how that bruise occurred."

🦈 You sighed dramatically with your hand over your head, acting like you were in a drama-centered theater production, and began to rant about your day, from going to the store, being hit in the head by a ball some kids threw accidentally, to having to practically force Dr. Hedo into eating something real quick

🦈 Gamma 1 smiled, his metal-cheeks just barely twitching upwards as you acted out. While many would find this quality annoying, Gamma 1 adored it about you. You were different. He liked that.

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🐳 You were used to your boyfriend, Gamma 2, being a complete idiot. His cockiness usually got ahead of him, resulting in some unfavorable situations to be made

🐳 Gamma 2 was not only having a bad day, but he hadn't been able to see his S/O in over 36 hours! You had been sent out by Commander Magenta to grab some paperwork to sign off a deal with another company and hadn't returned from your miles-long journey to-and-from

🐳 He crashed onto the chair, his feet raising and hitting the ground, making a loud bang echo in the building. The passing soldiers just shrugged and continued on their shifts, weapons raised and guards up

🐳 Gamma 2 groaned as he shifted, trying to bring his knees up to his face to bury into, and it was not going as he planned

🐳 As he kept shifting and trying to bring his knees up into the chair, it was so small that it wouldn't allow anymore room for his feet to rest, which was starting to annoy the powerful-Android

🐳 All of a sudden, the door nearby opened, revealing your form there. Your stoic expression calming Gamma 2 down and making him jump up and fly into you at full-speed

🐳 When he hit your frame to hug you, you mentally thanked Dr. Hedo for adding some enhancements onto your form. He knew that Gamma 2 was an excited fellow and he wanted you to be safe from any kind of danger you faced. You were like the new Android 17 and 18

🐳 Your hair flew back from the pressure of the air before falling back down on your back. Gamma 2 just smiled and clung to your body, asking how you were and how much he missed you

🐳 Blinking as he emphasized his last couple days, you mentally looked a lot differently than you did on the outside. While anyone who passed would've guessed that you were annoyed, a select few (Dr. Hedo and Gamma 1), would know that you were happy to be near your boyfriend

"-And I swear, if I have to listen to another documentary without you suffering by me, I may just combust!"

"Is that so?"

"YEAH!"

🐳 Sitting down in a nearby chair while the Android burrowed his face into your stomach while sitting on the floor, you continued to listen to his dramatic rambles. You could sit here forever listening to his adorable speeches...

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🪺 Piccolo trained and meditated all day, when he wasn't watching Pan with you that is

🪺 Your boyfriend and you normally would just sit down and do whatever you wanted. You normally watched something on your phone while Piccolo just meditated, he enjoyed these moments with you dearly

🪺 But the moments you held deeper was when you could finally get underneath his grumpy-exterior

🪺 Take the other day for example. You had a crap day, coming home from dealing with Bulma and Vegeta's aggression for nearly four hours in a 'therapy session'

🪺 You closed the door behind you with your foot and stumbled into the living room, plopping your bag down on the ground next to you as your legs gave out and you collapsed onto the soft sofa that you got for you, Pan, and Piccolo to rest on when babysitting

🪺 The yells of the husband and wife made you groan and try thinking of something else, ranging from the fight you had against Frieza on Old Namek years ago to the newer fight there was against almost every other universe in existence

🪺 Piccolo then walked inside from the backdoor, his larger form caused larger-sounding steps. So, when he took his first plunge into the home, you knew it couldn't possibly be anyone else except for your Namekian lover

🪺 The Namekian stepped inside from the kitchen and he paused when catching sight of you laying face-first into the cushions. He knew what was up, you had been hired by Bulma to help her and Vegeta handle some anger-issues, and even he knew how bad that could be

🪺 You at first pushed it off like nothing, saying you'd be fine and that it'd be nice to hang around your two old friends. Oh, how wrong you must've been...

"Y/N? Are you alright?" He only heard the muffling of your voice coming from the pillows in a reply.

"Lift your head up. I can't understand you when your burying your face six-feet-deep into the cushions of our couch."

🪺 Pulling yourself up from the softer-materials, you looked at Piccolo and groaned, flopping back on the back of the couch that time before ranting about your day

🪺 Piccolo sat down beside you as you spoke. This ranged from how idiotic it was for the married couple of more than 10 years to argue in such a constant manner. Especially when it would seemingly die out and when one person said another word, it'd go right back up in flames

🪺 As your dramatics increased, Piccolo just watched and listened. His large ears slightly twitched as you swapped from acting like Vegeta in the situation to acting like Bulma. Heck, you even put on a blue hat to be the woman and then picked up a nearby large hunk of broccoli to act like the male

🪺 With anyone else, Piccolo would be annoyed and just interrupt with his opinions on the matter. But this wasn't anyone else, this was you. You were his chosen one. You were his one and only, no matter how long either of you lived to be

🪺 So, for now, he'd let you have your fun while he had his

[bad-traffic-smp-ideas]

Fate life: (idk about the name but i really like this idea) Each player starts with 4 lifes, Dark green, light green, yellow and red, only red names can kill. After Half an hour of session,, each player is given one of 24 role who will be appearing on their screen (like the "a wildcard is active text"), each role is unique (so you can't have two of the same in the same session) and will give a unique twist to the player who got it. no one knows what each of them does excepts Grian (except one but i'll get to it), but the twists are mostly very obvious. There are more cards than players so they slightly rotate each session Here are the 24 roles:

The Commonfolk - No special effect, just regular minecraft The Underdweller - When this role is revealed, you're instantly teleported to the the nether dimension, you start taking damage (similar to drowning) after staying longer than 20 minutes oustide of it, as constant fire resistance The Canary - The player model is changed into a yellow parrot, so smaller hitbox, the ability to fly but the health bar is halfed The Descent - Immediatly get their gravity shifted to another axis (probably the most obvious one, also the funniest, watch as the first player to get it flies into the sun) The Nightbound - Get burned by direct exposure to the sunlight, this is negated by putting an helmet on, but it's "technically" against the rules The Wanderer - Every 10 to 20 minutes, get teleported to a random spot on the map The Vanished - Constant invisibility, armor doesn't show up when put on, only the items you're holding can be seen. (basically a curse if you're yellow or above, but it's a blessing if you're red) The Butcher - Only meat will feel your hunger bar, eating anything else will deplete your hunger bar instead (including golden apples who won't work) The Seabound - You can only breath underwater, you start to suffocate while on the ground. This can be countered with the water breathing effect. The Lovebirds - Those cards are rolled in pair, the two players with it now share their health bar like in double life The Hoarder - The more objects in your inventory, the slower you are. at an empty inventory you're thrice as fast, an half-full inventory means normal speed, a full inventory means three time slower. only the ammount of spots filled matter, so bundles and big stacks of items are the way to go The Sightless - Entities more than 15 blocks away aren't rendered, Gamma is stuck at 0.25, You can now see cyan particles similar to those of the warden whenever a player/mob makes any noises The Prey - All mobs are now hostile to you The Seer - Every entity as a glowing effect from your perspective The Executioner - All damage you take are doubled for the rest of the session, however each damage you deal will heal you the same ammount The Goliath - You are now 1 pixel taller than 2 blocks, you're reach is extended by half a block, you also have 11 hearts instead of 10 The Voidborn - Water damages you by a rate of 1/2 a heart per second, shifting let you phase through blocks on the same y level The Drought - You have a thirst bar that depletes over time, it can be refilled by drinking water bottles, milk buckets and potions The Tethered - Those cards are rolled in pair, the further you are from the other Tethered the less hearts you have. You have 15 hearts if you're less than 5 blocks apart, it goes down by half a heart for every 5 blocks of distance, it cannot go under 5 hearts. you have a compass in your HUD that always points toward the other Tethered The Witch - Every Food Source give you a different potion effect The Plague - All grass, flowers, leaves and crops in a 7 block radius dies, you are immune to all negative potion effects. The Blizzard - Permanant frostwalker effect, you take fire damage by being closer than 4 blocks to fire sources The Hounds - Every 15 minutes, a wolf spawn around you, it is already tamed. All of your tamed wolves will do double damage this session, however you also receive half the damages they take. you cannot make the wolves sit down, you cannot tame more wolves during this session. The wolves still alive at the end of the session will stay for the next ones, but they will no longer do double damage or be linked to you. The Traitor - This is the only "role" everyone knows about, it's a boogeyman. the player rolling this card must kill another yellow or above before the end of the session or become a red name. (this one is great because i love boogeymen but also because it would force the one who gets it to fake having another card)

I came up with this while bored in class and really liked it so i may have taken way too much of my time refining it, yes it's basically life series with an origin-like mod but the "role motif" would be so amazingly used by the fandom (so much more tarot imagery will come up so fast), image the art, the fics!! So many motifs!!

ALL of the motifs!!!

[mayasaurusss]

I don’t know where you went BUT now you’ve got me thinking so you’ll probably return to lots of thoughts.

My bad.

Anyway, this is kinda inspired by a scene from your first Jackie fic (The feeling of you), which still holds a special place in my heart. More specifically the one where they find the old sex magazine.

I should mention that this is rather silly because I’m pretty sure this does NOT exist in the actual Fallout universe but hear me out:

Maybe reader and Lucy are childhood best friends from Vault 33. Maybe they have already made out or kissed to “practice” in the past, but it never meant anything more than that…Right?

Because when Lucy stumbles over some rather obscene Holotapes and one of the people looks an awful lot like you, she can’t help but keep it. Just so sure no one else finds it, she tells herself. Just to make sure no one else mistakes them for you, or, worse, pictures you like that!

Except that Lucy watches it again. And again.

And every time it gets harder not to touch herself, picturing herself fucking you like that. Picturing you in all these positions she now desperately wants to try out with you but will probably never get the chance.

Or at least it’s what Lucy tells herself, which she also uses an excuse to finally give in.

Only that you catch her, mid masturbation, to a certain tape, moaning your name…

-🌿

Caught red handed

Contents: transfem Lucy, from fuckbuddies to couple, smut sprinkled with romance! Word count: 2k/six pages. A/N: Here it is anon! This time, the smut might not be top gamma, but I think it's fine. I was a bit busy these days, but I tried to make it as lenghty and juicy as possible. Enjoy!

You and her are best friends, she repeats, you and her are just best friends. And she's just taking care of herself. I mean, what harm could it make? It's just a thing people have been doing since the dawn of time. There's nothing wrong with it, nothing.

But no matter what she tells herself to feel better, Lucy can't shake off the building sense of guilt in her heart: masturbating to the thought of her best friend. That's a new low.

Her best friend, who she kisses. A lot.

It was just for practice in the past. Both of your stupid teen selves used to daydream about your married life, as young people do.

As you grew older, you started to daydream about kissing. Lucy would wonder how kisses would feel, enamoured with the idea of being in love. But she had to practice, so she would be prepared for the night of the wedding. And what better way to practice than on you? You both got something out of it!

Nevermind the way her heart fluttered when you pressed your lips against hers, or how her blood pumped when you added just a tad of tongue in the mix.

Now, years later, you never stopped kissing each other. When no one is watching, you both sneak off into Lucy's room, making out with each other until your lips are sore. It's always hard to ignore the tent forming into the brunette's pants when your kisses are a tad too much for her.

But life goes on, and as of right now, neither of you have yet found a spouse.

Today, Lucy is cleaning some old trash that had been sitting around in one of the vault's deposit rooms. Some of these things are well over two hundred years old; she has to be careful not to break them. Just as she's inspecting an old book, the box tips over, spilling its contents through the floor. Among all the gimcracks and trinkets, there's a clean black tape, with little to no scratches on it. This is new, she thinks, someone must have hid it in there.

Lucy looks behind her back, making sure that no one sees, before snugly fitting it inside the vault's suit. What harm could one missing tape cause?

She brings it back to her own room, not aware of what the afternoon would hold for her. She turns on her television, buzzing to life with grey colours, before she pushes the tape in. She sits comfortably on the couch, expecting some new movie to add to her repertoire. Maybe she could recommend it to you, if it was entertaining enough.

And! ...Oh. Oh.

Well, it is a movie alright. Just... not the type she was expecting. On the screen there are two people, and they are...well, yeah.

Lucy can feel blood rise to her cheeks at the moans and sounds the couple makes. The video is already halfway, probably left like that after someone watched it and quickly hid it. So the first thing she sees is one of them grabbing the other and lifting their head up by the hair, before starting to drive into them with a strength that leaves the brunette breathless.

What gets Lucy the most, though, is the fact that the one currently pounded into the mattress looks eerily like you... She has your hair, your eyes, your lips... if she didn't know any better, Lucy could swear that the person she was watching getting pounded into the mattress was you.

She can feel her own length coming to life, straining against the jumpsuit's fabric. Mindlessly, she begins to grind her hips, feeling how her cock gets pressed down onto her body, the tight fit so delicious...

Ok, ok. This is filthy. She should-.

The one that looks like you whines loudly when the other cums in them, their eyes rolling to the back of their head...

Ok, no.

Lucy pauses the movie, makes her way to her room's door, as much as her hard cock allows her too, and opens it, peeping into the hallway to see if anyone is near. There's no one, thankfully. She falls back on the couch, her dick now making an obvious tent in her pants. She's breathless, red in the face, and with a really big problem to take care of.

"No no, I- I can't let anyone find it. Wouldn't want someone to think it's actually them", she says to herself, but as she stares at the paused scene on the screen, her hand slowly travels up to zip the suit open, its flaps falling at either side of her as she slowly reaches for her cock. She turns on the tv again, this time restarting the video from the beginning.

She's greeted by the sight of those two, enacting a little fantasy, before they start to make out.

As your copy starts to undress, Lucy teases herself, touching her cock lightly from above the fabric of her boxers.

Her breath is laboured, as if she had been edged for hours, her skin sweaty beneath the tight vault suit. She starts to touch herself more, fondling her length until it hardens. She was never a fan of masturbating, alone, that is, but seeing the person on the screen undressing, looking directly at her while her hand strokes up and down the length of her cock ... it really feels like beginning here with you. Which also, admittedly, makes her feel incredibly guilty.

She really, really shouldn't be doing this. This isn't okay, you are her best friend. She shouldn't...

A loud moan echoes from the screen, inadvertently making her thrust into the air.

She can watch it, just a bit...

After all, she's just taking care of her problem. That's what she says to justify herself.

But there is something so... forbidden about all of this; which of course makes everything hot as hell.

She fishes out her cock, circling the thumb on her tip before pressing down on it, pre-wetting her sensitive skin. She teases herself, playing with her tip before working herself up, her hand coming up and down. Lucy's eyes remain glued to the tv screen as the two party members start to grind on each other. She can't help but fantasize about you: naked, killing her with that smile of yours and that voice that could lure fishermans towards the sea. She dreams of your hands on her skin, of your eyes looking at her, of your lips on her cock.

She's so deep in her lust that she doesn't even bother getting off of the jumpsuit, leaving it half open; her pants are lowered to half the length of her ass, barely enough to let her dick breathe. A drop of sweat trickled down her temple, her mind so focused on milking out every last second of pleasure she could have.

A hitched gasp leaves her when she sees the two of them fucking on the bed, a close up of their backsides as one drives into the other flashing on the screen.

Oh how she wishes it could be her and you; Lucy would take such good care of you: kissing and touching you wherever you'd like,

She imagines you two on her bed, your legs on her shoulders as she drives into you. You are sitting on her lap, riding her. Fucking you from behind while she grabs your leg, desperately trying not to cum. Pushing your head on the bed, watching as your ass ripples at each one of her thrusts.

Shit, she's not gonna last much longer...

Lucy finds herself at the edge of her peak, so lost in pleasure that she doesn't hear you come in.

"Lucy! I found this movie; maybe we could watch it-" you hear the moans before you see her. For a moment, you think she's with someone, but when you hear her loudly moaning your name, you are confused. Slowly you peek into the room, your gaze stopping on Lucy: she's sprawled on the couch, her clothes and hair messy. Her breath is heavy, her skin sweaty and your eyes travel down just enough to see her pleasuring herself.

She is just on the brink of coming, when she sees you at the door; for a second, Lucy stands unmoving: wide eyes and blushing, hand clenched tightly on her cock, before she processes your presence.

"Shit!" she scrambles to cover herself up, but what's done is done. Her pants barely cover her properly, leaving a tent in them.

Lucy's face is as red as a beetroot, her lips trembling slightly: "...Hi" it's the only thing she manages to say, too shy to speak further.

This feels incredibly

"Sooo, what'cha doin'?" you mentally facepalm yourself as soon as you say that; 'Why would you ask that?! You idiot! It was obvious that she was-'.

Her long fingers play with the hem of her pants. "You know... stuff" she mumbles, flicking her fingers faster now. "Stuff?" you should really shut up.

She doesn't answer, instead, turns to look at the fake yellow tulips on her coffee table like they're the most interesting thing in the world.

God, could this situation get more embarrassing?

Might as well just get on with it. "Lucy...I...I heard", you state, and watch as she closes her eyes, breathing through her nose to give herself the strength to face this conversation. She never quite looks at you, focusing her attention anywhere else. She's silent, biting her lip with worry. How could she have ever hoped that you wouldn't have heard her scream your name?

"What do you think...?". Where's our relationship going now?

And when she fully expects you to turn her down, to look at her with spite in your eyes and say "You disgust me. Get out of my life", you surprise her.

"I... I think I liked it". Lucy blinks a few times, the information not quite registering in her mind.

Huh?

"What?" "I liked it" you repeat, this time looking straight into her eyes.

Oh. "I liked you for a long time".

Oh fuck.

"Are you- are you sure? I mean, we have been best friends for all our lives. This could also be just-" you take her by the jaw, roughly shoving your lips on hers. Her breath is heavy, pushed through her nose with each movement she makes against your lips.

Her tongue darts out, licking at your bottom lip to ask for your consent to enter, and when you do, she's quick to take your head by the nape of your neck and trap you under her touch. This feels different from all the other kisses you two exchanged: this feels hot and thrilling

That's all she really wanted. Not any boyfriend's lips, not any husband's, just yours. You kiss and kiss and kiss, until your lips are sore and your limbs as soft as butter.

"I am sure", you say, your breath ghosting over her lips.

"Uhm... wow. I- I don't know what to say" she can feel the tips of her fingers shaking with excitement, her own arousal long forgotten in favour of savouring you. And when you look at her with those eyes, she is positive she's about to pass out.

"Well, do you like it?" feeling the touch of your fingers pressing on her tigh makes Lucy short breathed.

"Oh I- I uhm yeah, I certainly do" her gaze falls to your lips, wondering how they'd feel around her-. Her cock twitches inside her pants at the idea, making you laugh and her curse, "I love it so much".

Electricity flows between the two of you, sparking into fire when you place your hand on Lucy's cheek, leaning to whisper directly above her lips :"Can I?" you ask, your fingers already on her chest, fiddling with the suit's zip.

Soon enough, you both stand naked against each other, grinding down so that her cock between your legs. You can see it in her eyes that Lucy is barely able to stay conscious, her eyes slightly rolled backwards and her mouth agape, taking in big gulps of air whenever you press a little too hard on her sensitive dick.

"Are you... are you sure about this?" she asks you, worry visibly written on her features.

"Of course I am" you kiss her on the lips again to soothe away her fears; then, you line her up and let her sink into you.

Slowly pushing the tip in, the rest of her quickly follows, hips coming into contact with her crotch.

It's more difficult than you'd thought: it pierces through you, alien to your body. You can feel the tip far inside, farther than your fingers could. Lucy is there for you, slowly coaching and whispering sweet nothings in your ear until you feel ready.

When you do, you rest your hands on her shoulders while hers grip at the flesh of your ass, propping you up as best as she can, before you start to move. The first trust of your hips feels weird, not pleasurable, but as you ride your best friend's dick more and more, something sparks in you, warming your body.

And Lucy? She's absolutely losing her mind. "W-Wow..." her hands tremble at either side of your hips, adrenaline coursing through her like a river. "Wow? That's all you've got to say?". Apparently, it is; Lucy is lost in pleasure, her mind making the effort to resolidify from the goop it became. "I mean... it's just, wow". You'll take that as a compliment. You never stopped riding her, now rocking your hips each time they come into contact with her crotch. Slowly, Lucy moves her hips below you, meeting your bounces halfway, before she properly starts to fuck you. Her hands hold you in place, her hips spear you down her cock, so hard and fast that you might pass out.

And when you dig your nails into her shoulders? Oh she's so loving that. The more your hole spasms around her, the closer she is to the edge of her orgasm. No, she wants more. "I want to... wait" she slips out of you, and in a moment, takes you by the hips and pushes you over, now straddling you from behind, one leg on the couch, the other on the floor. Your face is pressed against one of the couch's armrests, ass up high in the air, hole gaping, ready for Lucy's dick once more.

She shudders as she enters, a spark forming in her guts, setting her body aflame. Her thrusts resume, the change in position driving her deeper inside, if that's even possible. Seeing your ass move with each of her thrusts gives Lucy a wicked idea. She can experiment a little, can't she? Her hand comes down hard on your cheek, making you yelp and hold on on the armrest for dear life. You look back at her, with a scowl on your face that says 'really?!', but it dies as she does it again and again, until you feel your flesh sting.

As much as Lucy wants to edge you, she is not unaffected by pleasure. A particular hard thrust from her starts a chain reaction of you clenching hard on her cock, making Lucy moan and fall on top of you, her breath heavy against your ears. Just as you are there, about to cum on your best friend's cock, you feel her hand travel up your spine, up your nape and finally resting on your head. Her fingers tangle in your hair, and then she pulls hard, arching your back and leaning down to whisper in your ear "You've been so good for me". Oh come on, be a little more adventurous. "I-I want you to cum on me". That will do for now.

You don't know what it is about her words that gets you so much, but they scratch an itch inside of you that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"I'm about to..." it happens before you can finish, your orgasm wrecking your body from head to toe, until you lay spent on the couch. Lucy follows shortly after, yanking her dick out of you and cumming on the couch, probably staining it forever.

You can feel Lucy's heavy breath on your neck every time she exhales, a hitch of her voice making its way out. And just as her lips inch next to your ear, just as you think she's about to say something so romantic- "Wowza...".

You want to be annoyed at her so badly, but don't find it in yourself to be mean. You turn around, now throwing your arms on her neck. "How did I find myself such an awkward girlfriend?" Lucy doesn't miss the last word, but makes no effort to point it out, "You like it though, right?".

You suppose you do.

[realcube]

hiii my sweet toe bunny😍😚🤎 i have an upcoming gigahuge exam bc it will determine whether i have to go to school for another whole damn year or not so im getting the stress hornies big time!! your requests seem to be open for some reason?! good writers like you are usually busy with a flood of them so i can never request anything😭 but anyways i was gonna throw you this little peanut, a classic really: size kink with lev! dont even know if you write for him lol, couldnt see it on ur profile🥲 i think he’d have the size kink more than any of us ever could, i just feel like he goes crazy especially if its a much shorter person. bc having a size difference from far away is one thing, but being right next to the person and interacting with them and putting your hand on their back and realizing you’re nearly twice their size… is another.

feel free to ignore this pookie butt im soo sorry if this is too specific or something ☹️☹️ writing is hard and getting inspired by someone elses idea is even harder, so yeah. stay hydrated and keep emitting gamma rays☃️

LEV HAIBA + SIZE KINK

a/n → not the sweet toe bunny 😭 stress hornies is so real, sorry for replying so late rah. but i hope your exam went well. or if you haven't sat it yet , good luck and i hope this helps :) also thank you so much for i compliments i can'tttt aaa 😩 wc — 2.5k

tags/tws → size kink (ofc lol), petite!reader, breeding, vaginal, fingering, oral (giving), frenching, petnames, semi-public, pregnancy implications & no beta

you've seen haiba lev before, in magazines and on billboards. sometimes even on television, promoting luxury perfumes in advertisements or modelling designer clothes on the runway.

you knew he was tall — most models are — but it was only when you saw him in person that you realised how truly big he is, how he towers over everyone else on set.

you work as an intern for a famous fashion brand, and you met haiba during a photoshoot he was doing for their new office wear campaign. your job was mostly fetching food or drinks for the models; making sure they were comfortable at all times.

the first interaction you ever had with him was when you were handing out water bottles to the models as they walked onto set, and as soon as you saw his huge frame saunter in, you almost froze from shock. he flashes you a polite smile and mouthed a quick "thank you" as he followed the director to where ever she was leading him.

and though it was brief, that was enough to have you fixated on him for the rest of the photoshoot. you were attentive to your duties but still so mesmerised by him. his lean figure and silvery hair. you had always known lev haiba was exceptionally attractive — he's a model, for fucks' sake — but something about seeing him in person made you feral.

and little did you know, after he first saw you, lev kept an eye out for you too. admiring from afar how hard you worked, and making sure to flex just a little bit more for the photos whenever you were nearby. he just thought you were so cute.

you assumed this whole situation would end as a little temporary work crush. you can fangirl over him for now and blush whenever he smirks at you from across the room, but once this shoot was over, he would never think of you again, while you'd go back to seeing his face plastered nearly everywhere and fantasize about what could've been.

but that wasn't lev's idea. he was used to pursing what he wants.

when the shoot is nearing completion for the day, lev has a long conversation with the photographer and is one of the last models to leave the set.

you were tasked with helping the models remove the designer's clothes, if they needed it. thankfully the majority of them didn't and by the time lev entered the changing room, all the others were leaving to go home, and you were wishing them a safe journey.

"excuse me, ms?" you hear a voice call from the changing room, followed by lev stepping out from behind curtain. he was previously wearing a full suit, but you can see he's shedded the black blazer and was now in only the fitted white shirt, black trousers and dress shoes.

he was looking down and fiddling with the buttons on his shirt, "could you help with this, please?" he asks with an awkward chuckle.

lips slightly parted at his unexpected inquiry, once the initial shock fades, you hastily nod and guide him back into the changing room, and this time you enter with him.

it's a confined area but still somewhat big. there's enough space for the two of you to stand, a stool, a clothes rack and full length mirror. he stands before you while you work on unbuttoning his shirt, starting from the top.

"sorry for asking you do this. the buttons are just too small for me." he holds his hands up as a size comparison, and they're undoubtly big.

"it's okay," you stutter, not daring to break your intense stare with his buttons because you know if you were to look up at his face, you might die. "i know these can be very fiddly sometimes."

"exactly." he nods in agreement.

it takes you quite a while to even reach his mid-torso because your hands are shaking so much from being in such close proximity to a celebrity you admire so much. and not only that, but you're literally taking his clothes off. and lev takes notice of his and comments, "nervous?"

your eyes widen and you freeze, heart jumping to your throat. eventually, you're able to squeak, "kinda."

"why?" he laughs, but not in a mocking way. he's genuinely confused as to why you'd be scared of someone like him. it's funny because people usually praise him for being very friendly and approachable.

"you're just.." your voice trails off, trying to think of a way to explain yourself without sounding offensive. "intimidating, y'know, in stature."

lev laughs even harder this time, "woah, that takes me back to when i was in high school. people used to be scared of me because i was the tallest kid in class." he explains, and you detect a hint of pride in his tone.

"that makes sense." you muse, continuing to work on his buttons but it becomes increasingly difficult. especially as he captures your chin between his fingers and pushed your head up so you meet his fiery gaze.

"doesn't make any sense to me." after soaking up your cute flustered expression, he glances down and sees you've only got one button left to do, so he prompts, "go on."

since your fingers are already latched onto it, you're somehow able to undo it without looking. he then releases his grip on your chin so he can slip the shirt off, hanging it up on the adjacent rack.

now shirtless, he turns to you and hums, "your turn?"

lips pressed into a line and heat burning your cheek, the only response you're physically able to give is a meek squeak accompanied by an eager nod. which doesn't even begin to encompass your enthusiasm but perhaps that's for the best.

he smiles at your agreement and grabs the bottom of your top and pulls it off in one swift motion, leaving you standing in your bra in front of him. and before you have a moment to process any of this, he slips one arm behind your shoulder and his other hand reclaims its spot on your jaw to manoeuvre your head upwards, so it's ready to receive his kiss when his lips suddenly come crashing down onto yours.

despite your tact, now that his lips have locked with yours, you find yourself melting into his touch and moving your against him rhythmically. your bodies — though vastly different in proportions — arching into each other desperately.

while one hand sloppily undoes his belt and pulls his cock free from the designer trouser, the other hand on your jaw slowly moves to hold your cheek as the two of you kiss fervently, then it shifts up to your ear, then tangles itself in your hair which he uses to gently pull you away.

you whine quietly at the seperation, missing his hot lips against your own, and he smirks at your reaction. eyes glued to yours, he rasps, "you want it, pretty?"

he motions downwards and you bite your lip at the sight; his size alone is enough to leave you dumdfounded and nodding pathetically, eager to hop on to his monstrous length.

"good girl. think you can handle it?"

"uhuh." you whisper, shaky hands wandering down to take hold of him, and he lets you. in fact, with his grip on your hair, he yanks you down until your face is mere inches away from his tip, "taste first."

with hesitation, you drop to your knees and graciously accept as much of him as you can into your mouth, though that is barely even half. lev still appreciates it; the warmth of your mouth causing his breath to hitch. his cock even twitches at the sight of your cheeks puffed out, struggling to hold him inside.

when his tip prods the back of your throat, it causes you to gag a little, so you immediately jerk away from his cock and cough into your arm.

a concerned look crosses his features and he lightly rubs your back to aid your coughing, "ah, sorry." he apologises, as if it was his fault his cock was so huge that you were gagging on it.

"it's okay." you grate once your coughing fit has calmed down, throat still a bit dry.

he offers you his hand to help you stand up, "c'mon, cutie, that's enough teasing." he reassures you.

you place your hand upon his and as he guides you to your feet , you can't help but notice how big his hand is compared to yours. your thoughts suddenly becomes flooded with fantasties of what you want those big hands to do to you, which he notes by how your touch lingers for a couple moments extra after he lets go.

identifying what your longing for, he presses his lips against yours once more, engaging in a heated make-out while his hands wander down to unzip your jeans and tug them off, leaving you in only your underwear.

while he creeps in tongue into your mouth to make for a french, his long slender fingers rubs your labia through the fabric of your panties, amused by how wet you are already. "still think you can take it?" he basically breathes into the kiss, parting for barely a second to mutter his inquiry.

you reply with an affirmitive moan into the kiss. and just in case that wasn't clear enough, you hook your leg around his hips to give him better access.

he gladly slides the damp strip of material out of the way and sticks his two fingers into your hole, silently snickering at how you writhe at the stimulation of his fingers alone. but you can't help it; they're just so long at push against your walls in just the right way that makes your needy pussy flutter.

the wet noises from your pussy fill the changing room, shortly followed by your stifled moans — afraid other staff might be nearby to hear. his palms rubs against your throbbing clit, as his fingers shallowly thrust inside you. the minimum amount of stimulation needed to make you squim.

lev simply stares at you, enchanted by how your tight hole clings to him, and how the size of his palm compares to your pussy. it's like he could scoop you all up in one hand; hold you tenderly in his hand like a precious doll.

"sweet girl.." he idles, fingers stirring inside you, "fit me so well."

just as he says that, a hiss is drawn from you at how he harshly pulls his fingers out of your hole.

"bend over for me." he commands nicely, and without a second thought, you turn around and bend over, positioning your forearms against the changing room walls to balance you. while you do this, lev has already hooked a finger under the lace of your panties and dragged them down until they fell to your ankles.

his fingers rubbed over your labia, occasionally teasing your clit and soaking up your slick with each seductive movement. his other hand worked on aligning his cock with your glistening hole, until the bulbous tip was prodding against your enterance, at which you let out a low whine of confirmation.

however you didn't fully understand the capacity of what you were giving yourself up for until it was halfway stuffed inside you, contorting your plushing walls to accomodate his massive size and creating a slight buldge in your abdomen. truly it had knocked the wind out of you and despite him no longer being crammed down your throat, you were still choking on it.

as you writhe and mewl in attempt to cope with the intrusion, lev pauses and takes a moment to admire your figure beneath him. how you're so kindly bent over for him, and your tight cunt is struggling to accept his cock.

you were just the right size. with you bent over, he was still tall enough to place his hands on the wall above you, essentially capturing you under him. his sweet angel ready to take him all, and he couldn't help his eagerness to give you what you want.

before he knows it, his hips start to move autonomously against yours, ramming his length into sopping pussy repeatedly, making a lewd squelching noise with every sharp thrust. the volume of which made it clear to anybody nearby what was going on in this changing room, though you didn't have the power to try and silence it, as the hot arousal pooling by your pussy was the only lubricant that facilitated lev's entrance into you, and main reason it was possible for him to move within your homey walls.

his dick stabbed into you over and over, while his slender fingers drew lazy circles over your clit. you were trying your best to stay hushed in fear of being overheard, but lev didn't seem to care. he was allowing the moans, profanities and obscene exclamations to flow freely off his tongue with out a care in the world for who might hear.

"fuck, cutie, so tight." he squeezes the flesh of your ass, then lets his hand wander up so it rests on the small of your back. he's just so much bigger than you, if he wanted he could probably pick you up and fuck you at his height so he doesn't have to bend his knees so much. it's a miracle you're even able to fit him all inside that petite little pussy.

it gets him so hard so see you like this. stripped bare and trembling under him, stifled moans brewing behind your lips and legs trembling as his colossal dick thrashes against your insides. relentless and bruising your cervix with each fervish thrust. completely fucked out from being impaled by his dick, your arms have given out which levaes your cheek pressed lazily against the wall of the changing room. the cold plastic making contact with your skin, hardly enough to combat the waves of searing pleasure he sends rushing through your quivering body.

"can't take it, huh?" he leans over you, his breathy words tickling your shoulder, "too much for this little pussy? too big for my sweet girl?" mindless dirty talk spills from his mouth as his eyes squeeze shut and he basks in the warmth of your walls clamping down on him.

and he pries them open again only so he can get another look at your shaking body, struggling to take him all but persevering. and with the friction of your hole , along with the sight of your small waist held in his soft hands, it wasn't long until lev finished inside you, spilling his hefty load within the confines of your gummy walls.

his cock was pushes out in the process, which made you sigh of relief, but with his hand already positioned on your clit, he was hasty to stuff his fingers right back into your creamed pussy, causing you to gasp.

"sorry," he whispered, straightening his posture and shuffling back, "just don't want to get any on my trousers. they're designer." he chuckles to himself, meanwhile you are still bend over with his load filling your insides; fully exposed and panting.

"maybe i should've used a condom." he muses, playfully curling his fingers, resulting in an erotic moan departing from your lips.

lev laughs heartily, as though he had just cracked the funniest joke, "nah. raw's more fun." he yanks his fingers out, leaving you to feel the full force of his cum stirring within you, "who knows, maybe next time i come back here, there will a tiny version of me."

he places a final kiss to the nape of your neck before heading to pick up his shirt, "and i don't just mean tiny because of your genes."

[peaxhxhair]

Love/Hate Relationship || Moira O'Deorain 

Pairing: Moira O'Deorain x Gn! Reader Warnings: Moira, Experiments. ONE mention of M*uga. (probably incorrent scientific terms and processes) Word Count: A/n: Moira ur so hot plz don't die :)) Navigation Overwatch - MASTERLIST

"What exactly do you think you're looking at?" You hear moira call from across the room. Your eyes lock with hers as she turns around - and you can't help but grin at her. She rolls her eyes at you, returning to her work - though still being able to feel your eyes on the back of her head.

"You look good in that lab coat~" She gives no response to your words, though you had an idea of what her reaction was. You were aware that she wasn't into you - but oh were you into her.

Ever since you had joined Talon, you had only had eyes for the geneticist. She was aware of it - as were everyone else in Talon. The rest of them didn't find it half as annoying as she did though.

Moira O'deorain was not interested in anything other than science, there was no doubting that. In fact, the only reason you were even allowed into her lab was because you had agreed to her doing her science stuff on you.

Well, now Moira was probably wishing someone would whisk you away to do the work she knew you had yet to complete.

"Do you ever cut your nails?" She hears your voice again, slightly muffled as you rest your chin in the palm of your hand.

Even if she was turned away, you could still see the nails on her decaying hand were a lot longer than those on the other. It had to be uncomfortable. Then again, Moira wasn't exactly the type to favour being comfortable.

"Do you ever close your mouth?" Moira grumbles back, moving to take a look at the screen that was positioned beside your chair - the wires connected to it were attached to your temples in the form of sensors - monitoring you.

"I just like talkin' to you" Moira can't help but roll her eyes at your words, but she does notice something on the screen. Obviously, she had to test the theory.

"At me" She responds, noting down the spike that happens on the screen. Moira seemed to be right about her hypothesis here - whether or not that was good was another question.

You laugh at her words, but nod in agreement. "I enjoy talking at you" You concede. It was rare for the scientist to respond with more than a few words, but you were happy with whatever you could get out of her. She wasn't the most talkative person - though honestly most Talon members were like that. And.. You'd really rather not talk to Mauga...

"Look at this" Moira spins the screen around to show you after a moment, pointing to the high points in the wavelength. Another one shows up on the screen after a second, though how science-y the screen looked made you very confused.

"This-" She sighs, annoyed that you didn't seem to understand something you weren't even qualified for. Her finger moves to the newest wave, and you notice how she grimaces before continuing. "Is your Gamma waves - or your concentration" The idea of having to dumb it down seemed pretty inconvenient for her, but she powered through. "It seems as though you're more attentive when I am talking" It was clear that the whole idea was almost unbelievable to her - if the evidence hadn't been in front of her.

Though, you can't help but chuckle - maybe not at her, but at the idea. "I could've told you that, doc"

The ginger scowls slightly as she turns the screen around again. "Maybe you should listen when I'm telling you to be quiet, then" Her words always had a way of making you laugh, even if you knew that she was being deadly serious. You have to lean a little to your left for her to rid your head of the sensors. She does it rather harshly, but who are you to complain?

"Admit it, Moira. You like me a little~"

"Get out"

[norlaching]

Cliche but still stupidly accurate Maxley fanfic or oneshot idea

So basically Bradley (and maybe also Max) finally graduate College and now it’s up for the poor GAMMA leader to find get into a successful job as a Doctor (since that’s what he’s suspected to be studying for in College with how long he’s been there)

But then suddenly, his parents (depends on who you feel is more of a bad parent towards him) to tell Bradley that they’ve set him up for an arranged marriage with another wealthy family’s daughter — he hates it but can only agree and heads off to cry somewhere because his parent(s) didn’t rven acknowledge him for his achievements; just straight up pulled the “marriage card” and he guesses “grandkids card” would be pulled next after all of this.

So he storms off and decides to cry somewhere in the dark of the night, where Max is ironically close to, so Max spots him, tries to scoot his way into a conversation (which Bradley tried so hard to turn down), but eventually they get there and decide to talk for a bit (not getting to personal at the moment).

Max sort’ve unofficially befriends Bradley and they soon go their separate ways once the Goof gives him a tissue to blow on once he subtly sees the other is upset.

The two end up meeting each other in the same spot again because the universe (all of us) randomly just wanted them to be there again and again; and they grow to be close friends, and their little GIANT ASS crushes (from whatever the hell the “An Extremely Goofy Movie” was with all that tention) grows into a BEHEMOTH as time grows.

Eventually Bradley meets his “fiancé” and they don’t really get to know each other and instead sit in silence when they’re left by their parents to bond — which is just awkward until Max decides to call and asks to meet up.

And he goes, but when he seed the girl as quiet as a mouse, he decides to let her join so their parents don’t get suspicious (he tells a butler to tell them they’re going on a “date” or something). And blah blah blah, they all get to know each other along with Max’s other friends and they all learn neither Bradley nor the girl (or whatever name you can think of) doesn’t wanna get married.

A high and over his head Bobby randomly mutters a plan when Bradley and the girl and him are left alone while PJ and Barrette girl (does she even have a name?) dance while Max goes to get them some more food: and that was it.

So during the fake relationship with Uppercrust and his “new future wife” towards their parents and family members, they start to hatch plans behind their back.

Max and Bradley get closer and closer until one day, they both find themselves on the dance floor and kiss for the fucking first time, and take it backstage where they enjoy dancing in the rain instead of near a lot of eyes (where Bradley grows paranoid and conscious of due to his parents and reputation). Tada! They start to date.

The day of the wedding comes, and Bradley calls Max and his friends to come at [insert the damn time], and they agree. When “Bradley’s bride” starts to walk down the aisle, she makes a run and Bradley creates the illusion of he’s after her to bring her back to their new life, when really; he’s just following her towards their escape.

They makes it out of the door, and Max, PJ, Bobby and Barrette girl come in masked with a get away car, and the girl dives head in first (like that one video of where the bride runs away and the driver drives off while her legs are still up in the air) while Bradley takes shotgun and Max drives off quickly before anyone could catch them.

And then they crash the car, blow the car up to where not even the drivers plate is identifiable, and Bradley and Max are happy, with the girl (who somehow stole the expensive ass wedding rings from the ceremony) gives it to Bradley and Max and they basically propose.

So fast forward, Max and Bradley gets married, Bradley changes his name to “Bradley ‘Tennyson’ Goof” (Tennyson just fit in with the name, you can change it if you like), and they are happily living together with their kids (surrogate or maybe Max is trans).

Bradley continued with being a doctor so he can provide for his family, and Max is probably a tattoo artist or something (who knows?), PJ and his girlfriend are engaged, Bobby is still high as fuck, and the girl is a happy aunt/sister to Bradley.

And they live happily ever after or something! (That is if Goofy doesn’t screw up with how clumsy the poor old man is)

I’m probably gonna turn this into a fic, but you are still free to use the idea (with credit of course)

[maxleyrosebud]

Max and Bradley Comparison - Part 5 : Bradley’s father and the Gamma’s.

Bradley and his Father in AEGM

When it comes to Bradley’s father we don’t actually know much about him nor do we get to see him In AEGM. 

The only scene in AEGM where we get a slight hint about him is during the scene where Bradley is trying to convince Goofy to be a Gamma. 

On my side blog @Bradleyblog I did a speculation post series on Bradley’s dad where in Part one I talked about this scene in good detail, but for the sake of this post I'll be giving a shorter summary of it here. 

When Goofy rejects Bradley’s offer to be a Gamma due to him only being interested in staying close to Max , Bradley remarks with- “Uh… I’m not sure you understand this once in a lifetime opportunity.” 

Goofy however doesn't budge. He mimics Bradley’s body language and responds to Bradley’s comment by saying - “Well , ah-yuck, I’m not sure you understand the bond between a father and his son.” 

Now , If Goofy was only referring to his bond with him and Max then he should have said something like “I’m not sure you understand the bond I have with my son” or “I’m not sure you understand the fatherly son bond between me and Max”. 

Instead , Goofy’s remark refers to a bond between a father and son in general. Goofy gets this impression because Bradley thinks Goofy is wasting a once in a life opportunity not picking personal gain over spending time with his son. 

But to someone like Goofy, this should be common knowledge and understandable that a father would pick their son above anything. 

But what’s interesting about this moment between Goofy and Bradley is how Bradley reacts to Goofy’s statement. 

At first he is smiling while waiting for Goofy to respond but once Goofy says “I’m not sure you understand-” Bradley’s smile drops into a neutral expression to see what Goofy thinks he doesn't understand. 

The camera then cuts to a wider shot of Goofy and the Gamma’s so the audience can focus on Max. 

But if you zoom in real close on Bradley’s expression , you can see that his expression has become more vulnerable looking when Goofy says the line - “the bond between a father and his son”.

To me, Bradley looks rather sad by Goofy’s assessment/accusation, even if it is very brief.  

But instead of retorting back to Goofy’s statement , he folds his arms across his chest in a defensive manner and changes the direction of the conversation into a Exit strategy by giving Goofy a business card if Goofy changes his mind and decides to leave. 

It’s like Bradley is deflecting from the subject and isn't comfortable discussing it any further. 

So to me and many others , Goofy’s statement and Bradley’s reaction would imply that Bradley doesn't have a close emotional bond with his own dad. It also implies that Bradley’s own father would probably choose personal gain over Bradley. 

But is Bradley and his dad not having a good bond actually canon? In my opinion , I would say so based on this scene as I think it at least implies that this is indeed the case. 

So with this in mind , what I’m going to suggest going forward about Bradley’s father is based on the idea that they don't have a good bond.

But I’m also going to base my assumptions on the values that the upper class have in their universe and the concept that Max and Bradley are foils to one another. But It's really up to you from this point on whether or not you agree on this interpretation or not as it’s not seen in the movie.  

Bradley’s father son relationship contrasting with Max and Goofy. 

As rivals , Max and Bradley are foils to one another. So from a writing perspective it would make sense that Goofy and Bradley’s dad would also be foils to one another and would contrast differently as father’s. 

If this is the case then Bradley’s father would probably be the opposite to Goofy in personality and how he treats his son.  It would certainly be one explanation as to why Bradley and his father don't have a good bond.

Goofy and Bradley’s father also come from different social classes and economic backgrounds , so their world views would probably contradict each others. 

In terms of personality, Goofy can be clumsy , slow-witted , childish , absent minded but humble , emotional , forgiving , accepting of others and very loving/affectionate. He is also overly empathic to the point that Pete often tricks Goofy into believing his lies and schemes. 

Bradley’s father on the other hand would probably be stoic, business-like, judgemental ,  a man of Etiquette and protocol, a complete perfectionist  , narcissistic , snobbish , competitive , resentful , not overly affectionate or loving and career and status focused. May also be very apathetic if Goofy is too empathic. 

Goofy also tries to teach Max to do the right thing and has faith in him to be a good person. 

Bradley’s father on the other hand has probably encouraged Bradley to have status oriented values and a business like mentality, essentially teaching Bradley the wrong lessons on what is most important.  

I would then imagine that if Goofy’s relationship with Max is unconditional love,  then Bradley’s father could have a conditional relationship with his son instead. 

King of the household 

At college Bradley is in a position of authority for being the leader of the Gamma’s and is referred to as the King by Tank because of his College X game King nickname. But back home , Bradley wouldn’t be in a position of authority nor would he be seen as the King. His father would. 

This is because Bradley’s father would be the head of the family household and the one with the most influence and control. So Bradley’s father would be the one in a position of authority and be the one to hold all the money and power in their relationship. 

This would mean that his father could have great influence in a lot of Bradley’s life choices such as schools , who he associates himself with , a choice of career and who he may choose to have as a future partner. 

Bradley would also be financially dependent on his father until he has a stable career , so being obedient to his father would be in Bradley’s best interest until then.  

In Part 4 I mentioned how Bradley would be raised to act a certain way to gain acceptance and approval in his upper class social circle , so Bradley’s father would most likely tell him what to do and how to act. 

It Makes you wonder if Bradley’s father has ever clicked his fingers at Bradley to do what is expected of him. It also makes you wonder what tactics Bradley’s father would use to make sure Bradley conformed to the status quo. 

So like Max , I believe that Bradley too would have liked the idea of going to College to get away from his dad. Not only would he get away from his dad’s constant authority but like Max , Bradley can have more independence and freedom, even if he still has to meet expectations. 

Bradley can also have more of the spotlight on him than on his dad compared to when he is at home , as his father would be the one to gain the most attention from his status. 

The theme of Father like son. 

Max tries to not to be seen like his dad as being like Goofy is seen as a negative thing.  

For Bradley though , being like his dad would be deemed as a positive from everyone else as his father would be thought of in a high regard and his father would be rather successful and popular. 

So for Bradley, being like his father would mean he would be thought highly of as well and gain the same recognition. 

Bradley may also try to be like his dad to gain his father’s approval and to meet certain expectations. Maybe Bradley even mimics some of his father’s behaviour when taking on a leadership role as that’s how he sees his father act in a position of authority too. 

But Bradley may also feel like he is in his father’s shadow , as his father would also be someone who has built a reputation for himself based on status.  Compared to Bradley , his father may have a lot of trophies for his own past winnings and items reflecting achievement that he has received over his own life span. So his father would be very well accomplished and so Bradley might feel like he has to measure up to him.

So compared to Max , instead of being unconventional, Bradley instead conforms to what is expected of him and may try to be like his dad. 

Family legacy 

As I mentioned in Part 4 , Status and High achievement is important within the Upperclass. So growing up Bradley would have had high expectations put on him to succeed and to be accepted.

But Bradley may have also had to excel for his family’s reputation , as in their family legacy. 

He comes from royalty , the top of high society and the best of the best. So the Uppercrusts need possessions and achievements to reflect their high status. 

Failure probably wouldn’t be tolerated then as it would make their family look bad. 

So Bradley having to continue the family legacy is possible. Even the concept of upholding the family legacy has been shown in the Goof troop show within PJ’s relationship with his own dad Pete. 

Axed by Addition 

Pete wants PJ to pass his Math test so PJ doesn't make him look bad. 

“But what if , this is just if , I Flunk?”-PJ

“FLUNK!? AND MAKE MY BRAINS LOOK BAD!? It’s a simple equation. You’re gonna pass that test, if you have to study all night, see? FLUNK AND YOU’RE GROUNDED FOREVER!”  -Pete

Later in the episode when Pete thinks PJ is trying to purposely get out of doing the math test, Pete tells PJ to uphold the family IQ. - “I DON'T CARE IF YOU’VE GOT BLISTERS ON THE BRAIN OR WATER ON THE KNEE! YOU’RE NOT MISSING THAT TEST! NOW GO OUT THERE AND UNHOLD THE FAMILY IQ!

Tub Be or Not tub be 

Pete has always won in the Tub race competition. PJ however later finds out that Pete is going to cheat to win the prize money in the Tub race and that his been cheating all along. Pete then makes the argument to PJ that he should uphold the family name and that they should cheat if PJ doesn't want to lose. 

“Booby trapping the race course , huh? Dad , this is low down , dishonest cheating!”-PJ

“Dishonest cheating? Me? Why , I don't have a dishonest bone in my body. This here’s honest cheating. You’ve got to uphold your good name. You don’t want to lose , do you?”-Pete

From Air to Eternity 

Pete shows PJ three generations of their families accomplishments over heights where they have received trophies and medals for their tremendous acts of overcoming heights. 

It’s Unknown to PJ at the time that Pete and his ancestors are all frauds but because of their family legacy, PJ feels like he is a stain on the family name as he hasn’t achieved what his family has.   

“Three generations of Pete’s , climbing to the very heights of greatness!” - Pete to PJ

“Oh, ill tell you Max , my dad’s got more hero trophies than my dad’s got fleas. I mean , I’m just a stain on the good name of Pete.” - PJ to Max  

Unlike Bradley , PJ comes from a Middle class family. Yes , Pete is shown to be able to afford very expensive things and isn’t in a financial situation like Goofy and Max are but Pete and PJ are not Upper Class like Bradley.  

So imagine being raised as an Uppercrust , the best of the best in an upper class society where status and achievement is more demanded from you.

You would probably feel a lot of pressure to meet expectations and to make sure your family looked good. 

So the concept of Bradley upholding the family legacy to some degree is plausible.  But that’s all we're going to discuss about Bradley’s father in Part 5. 

Vacations

Unlike Max , Bradley’s family would be able to afford very expensive vaccinations every single year due to their status and wealth. They may even have their own holiday homes or a private resort. 

Bradley would then of course be able to go to many countries growing up and may have met many famous figures in those countries for being an Uppercrust. Perhaps Bradley knows a few different languages because of this? 

It’s also shown in the original ducktales series that the rich usually have their own boats.  

Materialistic things 

When it comes to Bradley getting materialistic things , I would say he got the best of everything.  

Money would be of no expense for the Uppercrust family and because of their royal status , it is probably expected that their family would get the best of everything. 

We’ve also seen with character’s like Charles UpStart the Third in the original Ducktales series that he has the best of everything too. 

When Charles was trying to make a trade against Scrooge McDuck for the mask of  , he had big status symbols to trade with such as a Stylish Diamond-Studded watch , A Solid Gold Cadillac and A Paris original dress for your wife. 

So unlike Max , Bradley probably did get the newest and most expensive things as a sign of the family's high status. 

However , Bradley may have had to obtain some things from his father through hard work , success , negotiation and meeting certain conditions. 

This could be possible to make sure Bradley is motivated to meet high expectations. But this could also be possible due to how in AEGM , Bradley usually tries to get what he wants through persuasion and treats getting what he wants as a business deal where both parties get something out of the arrangement. He's not like Veruca Salt from Charlie and the Chocolate factory if you get what I mean. 

In terms of sentimental things, it's hard to say as their society is shown to be pretty shallow and don’t value something unless it has status. 

However , Bradley is shown to have a Gold foundation mirror which is something that is usually owned by women and because the film is based in the early 2000’s, I doubt his father gave his own son something associated with being a woman. 

So it’s more likely that his mother gave it to him or Bradley took it from his mother as a memento.

But again, it’s hard to say as Bradley would be expected to look his best and have a good appearance so I suppose the Gold foundation mirror is up to interpretation on how and why he has it. 

Being an Uppercrust 

Max grew up unpopular for being born a Goof, whereas Bradley grew up being popular for being born as an Uppercrust ( A Royal ) . 

This would mean Bradley would get a lot of positive attention and people wanting to be his friend. But this also makes him a target for other people’s personal gain and in a position where he may doubt if his friendships are sincere due to people liking him for his status.    

As we've discussed before , Status means a lot in the upper class society in the Goof universe. So it’s likely that Kids growing up in this high society would probably want to be his friend to be associated with him or would be heavily encouraged by their parents to be friends with Bradley so their families can have a closer connection with the Uppercrust family for personal gain.  

But even ordinary People from normal working backgrounds might just want to be friends with Bradley because of his status as well. Some may even use Bradley to gain popularity, perks or obtain luxuries from just being his friend?

So on the surface Bradley’s popularity seems great for being born as an Uppercurst. But when people admire you and want to be friends with you for your royal status , his popularity has more to do with his status than who Bradley is as a person.

It would then be hard for Bradley to know who’s feelings for him are genuine, especially if Bradley is aware that people benefit from being his friend. 

So in Bradley’s mind , he may feel that if people are going to use him for his benefit then why can’t he do the same. 

Will be talking more about this in Part 6. 

Gamma’s 

Bradley’s relationship with the Gamma’s is quite a formal and a professional one. He addresses them as Gamma Brother’s and gentlemen and due to him being their Gamma leader , their relationship is more like a business one where Bradley is their boss and their his loyal employers. (With Tank , Bradley does refer to Tank as his right hand man but he does call Tank by just his name compared to the other Gamma’s.)

When it comes to the Gamma’s themselves , the Gamma’s are loyal and obedient to Bradley but compared to Max’s friendship group , they are not good friends to Bradley in the traditional sense. 

The main reason they listen to Bradley is because his the head of the Gamma’s and because they benefit from him. The Gamma’s want to win and Bradley always pulls through with his plans to obtain victory at the X games. And so they choose to be willing participants in these schemes so they can win , regardless of who they injure.

By winning , the Gamma’s can be seen as top dogs , be admired and reap all the benefits that come from being seen as the best on campus. 

They could easily say no to Bradley's cheating or authority as they outnumber Bradley and are all physically stronger than him but they don't, as they receive personal gain from his leadership. 

But in doing so they are pretty much enablers and validate Bradley’s behaviour by giving him their approval. 

Additionally , when Goofy leaves the Gamma’s they overlook or ignore the fact that Bradley is clearly spiralling as their only focus is winning. 

When Bradley says “We’ll win how we always win. And how’s that Gamma’s” it’s easy to assume that one of the Gamma’s must have asked Bradley how they were going to win without Goofy or that Bradley noticed that the Gamma’s were worried about Goofy's absence in the team. 

Goofy has just decided to leave the Gamma’s on the LAST day before the competition , which isn’t the best timing and whatever plans Bradley had for Goofy are now being thrown out the window. 

Bradley was clearly very frustrated and annoyed by Goofy’s decision and they know how much Bradley wants to win and beat Max , but no one is reassuring Bradley that it will all be okay. ( At least not on screen ) 

Instead , Bradley is the one reassuring all of them that Goofy’s departure is fine as they will win how they always win by cheating.

This makes the Gamma’s happily chant the word “Cheat!” over and over again and Tank states fondly that they will cheat just like last year. 

We then cut to Bradley who is looking into the fire , probably since Goofy left , where he is trying to quickly think of another plan to win.

Bradley then turns around and comments that last year’s cheat was a great cheat but menacingly reveals that he now has a better plan to win. 

But just by looking at how Bradley is acting and the expressions he is making , you can tell that his plan is going to go too far and that he is clearly spiralling. But his mental state is being ignored. 

Bradley and Goofy 

When Goofy joins the Gamma’s , Goofy isn’t aware of why Bradley really wants him on the team. As far as Goofy is aware , Bradley asked him on the team because he thought Goofy was a good skateboarder and was later asked to participate in the Qualifying rounds as an act of good comradery for being on the team. 

“Crazy idea , you do the honours Brother Goof.” - Bradley

“Me! Gwarsh , uh well , sure.”- Goofy 

But because Goofy see’s how hurt Max is for beating him at the Qualifying rounds and realizes that he has lost his focus on getting his degree , he chooses to quit the Gamma’s and not compete at the X games. 

So when Goofy does go the Gamma's to tell them the news , Goofy probably is conscious of the fact that the Gamma’s won't like him quitting as when Goofy is saying he has to quit the team to Bradley’s face , he looks guilty or nervous. I think he knows this is a bad look but he has to do what’s best for Max so he goes through with it.

However , to Bradley this is a betrayal or a sign of disloyalty. 

In terms of a betrayal , Bradley believes that the reason Goofy has chosen to quit is to join Max’s team. Which ultimately means that Goofy is joining Max to help him beat Bradley.  

In terms of disloyalty , it’s because he has potentially felt used by Goofy. 

From Bradley’s perspective he let Goofy become a Gamma which is a once in a lifetime opportunity that he doesn't just give to anyone and it was something Goofy willingly chose to become. 

He gave Goofy a Gamma Mu Mu pledge pin as a sign that Goofy is pledging his loyalty to the Gamma’s and to him. Gave him a proper Gamma inauguration. Let Goofy participate in the Qualifying rounds and in return Goofy became super popular around campus because of it. 

Yes , Bradley is using Goofy against Max for personal gain but Goofy isn’t aware of this intention and to Bradley , Goofy has gained so much from being a Gamma. Goofy has also chosen the worst day to quit ,which is the last day of the competition. So if Bradley felt used by goofy , it is karma to a degree but you can see why Bradley would be so mad. 

Bradley also forms a lot of his relationships on a transactional basis , where both people get something from the other to obtain personal gain. So goofy not following through on his end of the bargain and Bradley being someone who is probably aware that people benefit from his status, only adds to his frustration in this scene.

Bradley and Tank 

Out of all the Gamma’s, Tank is the closest thing Bradley has to an actual friend. 

Unlike the other Gamma’s , Tank is the only one who sticks up for Bradley at the bean scene after he see’s how angry Bradley got from Max calling him Brad. He was also the only one who pointed Max out to Bradley after Beret Girl's poetry performance.

And when Bradley’s booty gets lit on fire at Goofy’s inauguration , Tank and Goofy are the only ones to help Bradley despite the room being filled with Gamma’s.

Granted Tank did stand there looking confused at Bradley’s frantic panicking , but he did still help him. 

Tank also offered to put some sense into Goofy through physical force when Bradley was clearly mad at Goofy for quitting on the last day of the competition. Bradley turned this offer down as that would be going too far but it shows that Tank does at least try to do things he thinks will make Bradley happy.   

So compared to the other Gamma’s, Tank does have moments of being a good friend to Bradley and he is of course , a very loyal right hand man to him. So to me at least , Tank probably does have a genuine friendship towards Bradley. 

With Bradley it stays rather professional and he refers to Tank as his right hand man but there are times where Bradley does show comradery with Tank. 

At the Bean scene Bradley didn’t like that Tank interrupted his conversation with Max but he is seen smiling with approval at Tank, after Tank gives Max a compliment as Bradley wants Max on their team. 

When Goofy enters the classroom , it’s Tank that Bradley turns to talk to about what a goon Goofy is. - ( chuckle ) “Who is this goon?”

At the qualifying rounds , Bradley bonds with Tank over cheating , "Just like we always do" and gives him a smile when Tank calls it insurance with no deductible. - "It's a little insurance baby. With no Deductible."

In the snooker room , Bradley once again bonds with Tank over cheating when he agrees that last year's cheat was a great one.

Trusts Tank enough to throw him during the race to get ahead of Max and Bobby. 

However , like I've mentioned before , Bradley knows the Gamma’s listen to him as he can make them winner’s in the X games. 

"Be a winner , join us."- Bradley to Goofy

"Witness Gentlemen. Victory is ours."-Bradley to Tank and Slouch

“We’ll win how we always win. And how’s that Gamma’s?”-Bradley to all the Gamma's

And while growing up , Bradley has been brought up in a competitive environment where people in upper class society only care about personal gain and status. 

So while Tank has proved himself again and again that he is a very loyal right hand man, to someone like Bradley it would be hard for him to understand that Tank is actually loyal to him for more personal reasons rather than being loyal to him for his own personal gain.  

So what I’m going to say next might surprise some as this perspective from Bradley isn’t really talked about much but I'm going to address it and talk about it as best as I can. 

When Bradley is knocked off his skateboard by Goofy , Bradley shakes his head after the fall and looks up. He then gasps when he sees Tank and Max ahead , skateboarding away in the distance.  

Despite having the remote control , Bradley’s first instinct isn’t to use the remote but to call out to Tank to take Max out of the race, as he depends on Tank to help him the most - “TANK! TAKE HIM OUT!”

But Tank continues to race ahead. 

Bradley then quickly comes to the conclusion that Tank must have ignored him on purpose as Tank isn’t doing what he asked of him and then states that Nobody gets to finish this race but him. - “I will not be ignored. Nobody gets to finish this race but me!

At that moment , Bradley isn’t being rational and is making a very impulsive decision from anger and his own ambition to win. His basically letting his emotions and his focus on winning affect his better judgment. 

Tank of course probably didn't hear Bradley or misunderstood what Bradley meant. From Tank’s perspective he thinks winning first for the team is actually helping Bradley.

But from Bradley’s perspective , his right hand man , the person who’s supposed to help him the most , has left him behind instead of helping him get back in the race when he got knocked off his skateboard by Goofy and feels like Tank has ignored his order’s on purpose for his own personal gain so Tank can win the X games for himself.  

Bradley ofcourse is wrong in his assessment of the situation and if Goofy had knocked Tank off his skateboard , Bradley would have still kept on going like Tank had done. Bradley’s main focus in the X games is to win after all. 

But due to people benefiting from Bradley’s status , a lack of genuine friendships in his life, seeing everyone as competition and always promising the Gamma’s that they can be winner’s , I can see why Bradley would jump to this wrong conclusion about Tank ignoring him on purpose when that wasn’t the case. I can also see why it’s possible that he chose to skate past the fire if he felt like Tank had abandoned and ignored him first. 

So while Max has actual friendships with proper human connection, Bradley struggles with his own friendships, not just because Bradley can be self absorbed but due to his friendships usually being ones where each person benefits from the other for personal gain.

In Part 6 will be discussing Bradley’s sense of worth and it will be the final part for Bradley's section. See you next time.