#jayden-writes

[jayden-writes]

fragile

pairing: Lucifer x gn!Reader

wordcount: ~1.5k

genre: hurt/comfort, angst

cw: descriptions of an injury (sprained ankle)

summary: When you sprain your ankle, Lucifer doesn't appreciate your attempt at hiding it.

other notes: no name, Y/N or MC used // based on this drawing by @sbmlamb // AO3 // thanks again to @gravedwe11er for helping me so much with this fic!

There was no doubt in your mind that you must have been the clumsiest being in all three realms. Twisting your ankle because you simply tried to keep up with the long strides of a demon? How utterly embarrassing.

Gritting your teeth, you kept following the brother that was escorting you back to the House of Lamentation today - Satan. It seemed as though he hadn't noticed the way you were falling behind or your minor accident at all, being too engrossed in his rant about something Lucifer had done.

Despite the mixture of pain and numbness radiating up your lower leg, you managed to catch up with him, maintaining a mostly normal expression and a steady gait. Turning his head towards you, the anger drained from his features as he observed you. He took in your carefully masked suffering and how your shoulders were heaving with the effort it had required to get back to him.

“I'm sorry,” he said, slowing his pace and giving you a worried glance, “I hadn’t realized that I was too fast for you. Are you alright? It looks like you’re in pain.”

Cursing yourself internally, you racked your brain for a believable excuse.

“I… uhm… I just have a stitch in my side. No big deal,” you explained, shooting him a reassuring smile.

Satan nodded and visibly relaxed at your words, returning his attention to the path. From that point on, the walk back was spent in comfortable stillness with him occasionally glancing at you. When you reached the mansion and entered, you exhaled a quiet sigh of relief and waved goodbye, heading straight for your room as quickly as you could without putting too much weight on your foot while still walking normally. Finally inside your own space, you hobbled towards your bed, sitting down to take off your shoe and sock, which jostled your ankle, and caused you to hiss in agony. Once it was bare, your eyes widened at the sight of it swollen and bruised.

“Fuck…” you muttered and attempted to move it, which only made the pain worse.

Suddenly, there were knocks on your door, startling you.

“Oi! It’s your turn to make dinner!” called Mammon’s voice out from the other side. Right. Of course. You had completely forgotten about that.

“Give me a moment!” you yelled back and you heard him disappear again.

Sighing, you removed the second shoe too, and slipped into a pair that had a looser fit to reduce the pressure on your foot. Then you limped towards the doorway, biting your tongue to stifle the pained whimpers threatening to escape you, and opened it. Peering outside, you looked to your left and right, checking whether someone was around. Satisfied at not seeing anybody, you stepped out and silently shut the door behind you. Making your way to the kitchen, you put as little strain as possible on the ankle.

Aside from being embarrassed about your clumsiness, you also didn’t want them to worry about you or for them to start treating you as if you were a fragile thing. You weren’t. You really weren’t. You were a human and they were demons. Surely, you would be able to handle this just fine on your own, and wouldn't have to rely on one of the brothers.

It took you almost twice as long as usual to get to the kitchen, but once you did, you immediately started gathering all of the supplies you needed to prepare the meal. Still, you stayed vigilant, closely listening for any noises so you’d know when to stop limping.

What you hadn’t accounted for, however, was the practiced silence of Lucifer’s steps. You didn’t hear him arrive, rather, you felt his presence, the way his crimson gaze burned into your back. It made the hairs on your neck stand up and you whipped around to see him leaning against the doorframe, his eyes narrowed and fixed on you.

“And what exactly,” he drawled, pushing himself off the frame to saunter towards you, “do you think you’re doing?”

“Cooking dinner…?” you replied hesitantly, although it sounded more like a question than an answer. His tall figure loomed over you, and you tried your best to maintain a casual position that kept your weight off your foot.

“Is that so?” he hummed thoughtfully, scrutinizing you. “What made you think that this was a good idea in your current state?”

“Huh? Come again?”

“You are hurt, are you not?” Lucifer’s voice was calm and collected, in contrast to the displeasure evident on his face.

“I’m not, I’m totally fi-” you began, only to be cut off by him saying your name sharply.

“Do not take me for a fool. Answer me. What made you think walking around with an injury was a good idea?”

“It’s my turn to cook dinner…” was your meek reply, and he simply sighed deeply.

“Seriously. You are incorrigible. I can’t believe you sometimes. Sit down. Now.”

Reluctantly, you obeyed him. He kneeled in front of you, reaching for your ankle, and pulled the shoe off with careful motions that betrayed the ire he was exuding.

“It’s just a bit twisted. I’m sure it’ll be fine by tomorrow, there’s no need to make a big deal out of this,” you mumbled, grimacing as you watched your swollen and bruised foot become visible again.

“Twisted, you say?” Lucifer echoed, his gloved fingers delicately grasping your injured body part as he examined it. At first, it was painful, but soon a soft glow emanated from his hands, providing a cooling sensation that dulled the ache. “It is not twisted. You sprained it, if not worse.”

“Oh…” you responded quietly. “Well, that’s not good, I guess?”

“Not good…” he repeated, shaking his head in disbelief. “That certainly is one way to say it. Especially considering that you have foolishly decided to keep straining it.”

Standing back up, he hooked one arm underneath your knees, wrapping the other around your back to lift you up. Your brain short-circuited for a moment as you were held against Lucifer’s chest. He was already halfway to your room when you managed to recover yourself and glanced up at his face to study his stern expression. Red eyes darted down to meet yours, and you flinched internally at the combination of anger and disappointment swirling in them, swiftly averting your gaze. Once he had entered, he placed you on the bed and made sure to elevate your ankle, then he turned to leave.

“Stay here and do not move. I will return soon,” he said gruffly, and with that, he was gone, leaving you alone. Defeated, you let your head sink into the pillow and stared at the ceiling. Eventually, the door handle was being pushed downwards, and heels clicked across the floor as Lucifer approached you, pulling up a chair to sit on.

“I will perform a quick diagnostic spell. It may cause an odd feeling, just bear with it for a minute,” he informed you matter-of-factly, and you gave an affirming hum, only briefly glancing at him to catch a glimpse of first-aid materials before looking away again. Mumbling some words under his breath, he grazed his fingertips over the swollen flesh, the leather of his gloves barely touching your skin. It was silent for a while and your foot prickled until he withdrew his touch.

“You are lucky. Nothing is broken, however, one of the ligaments is partially torn,” Lucifer explained plainly. “You will have to stay in bed and rest for at least a week.”

“A week?!” you exclaimed indignantly, propping yourself up on your elbows to look at him. “You can’t be serious! What about RAD? I have a presentation in two days!”

He huffed in annoyance and shot you a glare, taking out bandages.

“You have two options: either you will stay in bed voluntarily or I will have you tied to it. So, what shall it be, hm?”

Without offering a response, you sank back into the bed.

“Good. I’m glad you’re finally being reasonable,” he grumbled and started wrapping your ankle up carefully.

Turning your head away from him, you clenched your jaw tightly when the pain that he had dulled earlier with whatever spell he had used resurfaced temporarily. Lucifer heaved a faint sigh as he took note of your stubborn stillness and your tense posture. As soon as he was done, he put a cold compress on your ankle and sat on the bed next to you, the mattress sinking under his weight. He spoke your name; you didn’t respond.

“Come on now,” he whispered, his voice much gentler now, and he stroked a hand over your hair, “I am simply looking out for you, you know that, right? You are far too reckless with your health.”

“You’re one to talk,” you retorted, and pouted, but you turned your gaze back towards him, observing his softened expression as he hovered over you.

“Don’t deflect,” he chuckled, and cupped your cheek, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “I will make up for it, alright? I am going to keep you company. Does that sound agreeable to you?”

“Fine…” you breathed.

“That’s my good human,” Lucifer cooed, tilting your face up to brush his lips against yours. “Now, rest.”

[jaydencoolguy]

George's Color Schemes: A BTTF Analysis

I noticed some symbolism and characterization George has with his different color palettes. Let's see what they are! (Warning: VERY long analysis ahead)

Twin Pines George (Original 1985) - White, gray, and black (monochrome colors): George's color palette is monochrome to show how, well, monochrome his life is. It shows that his life, and even George himself, is sad, dull, and boring. These colors represent how dispassionate he is. Gray represents how indifferent and modest he is due to him being unable to stand up for himself and letting others walk all over him, seemingly not caring enough. Since George has no confidence, passion, or liveliness, he has no color. His palette reflects how bland and colorless he is.

1955 George - Blue and gray (+ some white and black): George's palette is similar to his future self in the original timeline, but with a lot of blue added to the mix. Blue represents his shyness, passiveness, and possibly sadness too. The monochrome colors mirror his 1985 TP palette, showing how he pretty much stayed the same throughout his life. However, the blue is there to show he still has some color and passion in him, albeit hidden; he loves writing and sci-fi, and would be willing to stand up for himself/others if pushed to do so. The blue is not very vibrant, but it's there. His palette is calm and mellow, just like he is, which also pushes the passive aspect of his character. The colors are overall not very vibrant, which shows how reclusive and unconfident he is, but the palette isn't boring because he still has a lot of personality in him. TP George practically had all of his liveliness drained, hence his lack of color.

Lone Pine George (Fixed 1985) - Red, gray, and white (+ a little black): Red is a way more vibrant color, showing George's increase in confidence and passion. He is more successful and lively now. Red is considered to be a fiery and passionate color, which reflects George in the Lone Pine timeline. However, his color scheme still has gray and white to balance it. He still has monochrome colors in his palette, showing that he is, after all the changes, still George. Gray and white show how he is still calm and collected, but with red standing out to show how he's more confident and passionate. Additionally, his palette compliments his 1955 palette, showing how he changed in some ways but is still himself in others. Instead of having his color drained like in the original timeline, his color changed instead, becoming more vibrant!

The prominent color changes show how George fluctuated throughout the movie, with different colors representing different aspects of his personality. He went from having no passion/confidence (TP), to having some passion/confidence (1955), and finally having a lot of passion/confidence (LP). Even so, there is still some consistency within his character; his kindness and calmness. The consistent colors throughout all three of his palettes are the monochromatic colors, which mellow and balance out the other colors. They represent his consistent calmness and maturity throughout the different versions of George. The monochrome colors are consistent because his calm and collectiveness are. His kind and relaxed nature is an overarching aspect of his character. The different color schemes show that George changed a lot, but he's still himself.

Also, Marty's color schemes primarily consist of orange, red, and blue. His palette is very vibrant and colorful, showing his confidence and passion. The orange and red contrasts/compliments George's blues in 1955, and Lone Pine 1985 George's red matches with Marty because he was the one who helped him gain confidence. There's a lot of meaning when you associate red/orange with confidence. Additionally, the blue in Marty's palette, although not as prominent, matches the blue 1955 George has!

Thanks for reading! I enjoy analyzing details like this in Back to the Future, despite how small they are. It just goes to show how there's so much to think about once you look closer. I hope you enjoy this analysis, feel free to add onto this post too!

[dandylion240]

Oh, come on, grumpy face, it will be fun! - For my favorites please!

Jayden craned his neck enough to gaze into Evan's eyes. "You can't be serious," he mumbled hoping he heard incorrectly.

"Oh, come on, grumpy face, it'll be fun," Evan chuckled caressing Jayden's cheek.

"But the ice capades?" Jayden spat the words out like they hurt even to say.

"Why not?" he asked "Chris and Hayle will be there. Their great grandson will be skating."

"Can't we just watch it on TV?" Jayden asked leaning back into Evan and closing his eyes.

"We could but it wouldn't be same as seeing it live," Evan enthused not ready to give up. "Jonah and Cecil could watch the kids so we could make a night of it."

A smile quirked at Jayden's lips erasing the slight pout that had been there a moment before "What else would the night entail?"

"Oh," Evan grinned moving his hand beneath the water letting it trail down Jayden's chest and abs. "A little bit of this and a little bit of that."

Jayden's breath quickened as his husbands hand went further down his body. "Would it include dinner and flowers?"

"Definitely," Evan pressed his lips into Jayden's damp hair before angling Jayden's face around so that their lips were fractions apart "and perhaps a kiss or two."

Whatever Jayden's answer might have been was lost in a passionate kiss leaving him in no doubts on how the night would end.

@izayoichan - I was saving this for today. Enjoy!

@herecirmsims - for the wonderful poses that gave me the inspiration for the setting for the prompt.

[rainbowsandwhumperflies]

The Winged Servant - 1

Content warnings: shock collar, starvation, dehumanization, lmk if i forgot anything!

taglist: @kaleidoscope-of-thoughts

masterlist

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Some things in life were impossible to get used to, things that could repeat themselves every day and still surprise you every time.

Shock collars were one of those things.

Look at you, all collared up. What a pretty way to remind you that you aren’t human, Her Majesty had said the first time. And I- well, of course I was grateful that someone like her was willing to help me improve and become better at serving humans like her.

I just never really got used to it.

That’s why it was so effective, I thought. The royal family all seemed to feel that it was very effective, anyway, and it worked.

It felt too early, this morning, to be woken up from a shock to my collar, but it felt too early every morning. I started awake, pulling myself off the floor and out of my room. Whether it was early or not wasn’t my decision to make regardless, I reminded myself as I made my way to the kitchen.

“Morning,” Jayden told me, pushing a tray of food into my hands before I’d even noticed him in my line of sight.

“Good morning, sir,” I said around a yawn, and he smiled.

‘I know it’s early, I’m sorry. She’s got some big thing today that she’s making everyone else’s problem. Get that breakfast to her and do your best to stay out of her way after, alright?”

“Yes, sir.” Those were very similar to the things I did even when she was in a good mood. I didn’t tell Jayden that part.

Getting the breakfast to Her Majesty was the easy part. The harder part was ignoring the food on the tray. Two pieces of toast with melted butter and strawberry jam, a small bowl of grapes, a fried egg, and a glass of orange juice. She had the same breakfast every morning. She’d notice if I took anything, but that didn’t matter, because I wouldn’t have taken anything anyway, because good servants only eat when they’re told to, no matter how hungry they are.

That’s why I hadn’t eaten last night. To teach me a lesson after I’d misinterpreted a command from one of the princes. But I was learning. Becoming a better servant every day, according to Her Majesty.

I took a deep breath outside of her door. Jayden had said she had a busy day ahead of her, which usually put her in a bad mood. Hopefully, I was a good enough servant not to make it any worse.

~

PS: if you're interested in seeing my growth as an author, the first time I wrote this piece it was this on my old blog

[ranger-ribbons]

dropping off food for them during a stressful day + Samurai Rangers; Spike, Bulk & the Rangers when Ji isn't around (because fuck that guy)

Oh, same! I live for Ji slander. He literally took a morpher that wasn't hit to take because "the team has to choose him." Nah, fuck that. Anyway! Here ya go!

~

Bulk glances around as he peaks around the corner. The Shiba house is one Bulk knows well from repeated visits here when the asshole who watches the house isn't around.

Determining the coast is clear, Bulk nods. "Alright, Spike," he says. "Let's go."

Spike pops around the corner looking around himself. He grins, chewing loudly on his ever-present stick of gum. With a quick giggle-snort, Spike comes out from behind the corner, arms laden with food galore. Antonio, their contact for the current Ranger team, had texted them that it had been a long day and the battle was difficult. Bulk, who's been helping protect Rangers since the first teams, knows exactly what this means.

He'd made plenty of food for the Rangers.

Quietly, he heads up to the door of the Shiba house and knocks, quick and light. A man with spikey hair and dark eyes opens the door. He wears a white shirt and a plaid black-gold-and-white overshirt. His jeans are dark and the bandana around his neck is colored with grey and gold. He smiles. "Hola, mis amigos," he greets.

"Hey," Bulk replies. "Brought a little of everything. Hope that's okay."

"More than!" Antonio Garcia assures excitedly. "None of us feel like cooking and I'm only good with fish, so this?" He takes the box Bulk holds in his hands and cracks it open. It's meatloaf, the aroma wafting out over the yard. Antonio hums, appreciative. "This is fantastico!" he says.

"Antonio, who's at the door?" shouts someone inside.

Bulk panics, thinking it to be the asshole- Ji Watanabe. It sounds awful, truthfully, but Bulk finds that Ji is horrible. Bulk's worked with a lot of Ranger teams before and no mentor has ever been as terrible as Ji. Bulk resents the man for a lot of things, but not the least of which for taking away a Ranger's morpher. Even Zordon hadn't done that to the original Green Ranger. Bulk hopes he never meets Ji- for Ji's sake, if not Bulk's.

"Dinner!" Antonio shouts over his shoulder. "Come help me get it inside!"

The door creaks open and Bulk is shocked and saddened to see bumps and bruises and cuts and bandages on the face of a boy who couldn't be older than Spike. Shaggy hair that hung in his blue-green eyes and a piercing, hundred-yard stare. "Oh," he says, instinctually polite. "Welcome to the Shiba home."

Bulk offers a short bow, a dip of his head, in hopes that he's seen as respectful of the Samurai line. "Thank you," he says politely. "I brought food for you and the team."

Jayden Shiba smiles, seeming just... tired. "Thanks," he says. Holding out a hand, he grabs a few Tupperware bowls from an awe-stricken Spike and begins to head inside. "Come on in!"

Antonio gives them sunny smiles, bright and optimistic in the way only a Sixth Ranger could be, and backs up. "Come on in, I'll show you to the kitchen."

Bulk could find the kitchen blindfolded if he so chose to. Still, he follows Antonio with Spike on his heels. If it helps the Rangers, Bulk will do anything and if all he can do is drop off food when their asshole mentor isn't around, then Bulk will do everything he can and more.

[aalphafemalee]

you know what? THATS IT! *BEAUTIFUL WET-EYED PATHETIC DOWNTRODDEN DETECTIVE FROM A VIDEO GAME FROM 2010 ATTACK 🕵🏻🕵🏻🕵🏻🕵🏻🕵🏻🕵🏻🕵🏻🕵🏻*

norman jayden save me….. save me norman jayden,,,… norman jayden ple

[the-masked-artist05]

S.D.A. General Information

Supernatural Detectives Agency (S.D.A.) is a group based in Albany, New York. It is composed of four individuals who investigate supernatural happenings, ranging from spirits to cryptids. They assess the situations their clients bring to them and determine whether or not a location is haunted or not. If or when the entity they find is hostile, they will try to remove them and rationalize with them to prevent any harm from being done to other people. Each member in this group has their own role.

Casual Clothes:

Work Uniforms:

[Note: their weapons are not to scale.]

Nicole Jane Cawley

D.O.B.: April 12, 1997

Age: 26

Height: 5'6"

Job: Historian/Archivist Librarian, S.D.A. Member

Weapon: A flail with supernatural properties. Its chain can extend to any length and can be used to trap both physical and spiritual entities by wrapping itself around the target. It can be converted to a hair clip when not in use.

Role in group: Group leader, organizes plans for investigations, founder of S.D.A.

Additional Information: She was born in Italy and moved to New York when she was 10. She is able to speak both Italian And English fluently. She studied to become a historian and works at her local library. In her free time, she and her friends investigate the locations of their clients to search for supernatural activities. She is an energetic, comedic woman with sharp wits but can be quick to judge when things appear to be very face value to her. She also possesses the gift of seeing and interacting with ghosts and other spiritual entities. She lives with her roommate, Orion, in a small yet comfortable house.

Orion Evander

D.O.B.: May 17, 1998

Age: 25

Height: 5'10" (both human and true form)

Job: None/ S.D.A. Member

Weapon: A crossbow with unusual properties. When one of the bows hits an object, a small explosion will occur upon impact. There is an infinite amount of bows, they spawn when one is fired. It can be converted to a forearm bracelet when not in use.

Role in group: Defense - fights any hostile entities who try to harm the group or bystanders.

Additional Information: From roaming the streets and woodlands of New York as a cryptid to living comfortably on Earth, Orion is a rather unusual monster with no intent of hurting humans just for the sake of it. He is a fiery yet entertaining individual, just looking to have a fun time. He has no issues with fighting for himself or his friends when conflict arises. He does errands such as house cleaning and grocery shopping to make up for not having a "main" job and not getting bored. He has the ability to shapeshift, control/summon fire, super strength and speed and crawl on walls and ceilings with ease.

Jayden Horatio Lee

D.O.B.: June 2, 1999

Age: 24

Height: 5'9"

Job: Therapist, S.D.A. Member

Weapon: A spear with supernatural properties. It can slice through most strong materials such as metals and concrete. It provides the user with greater agility and lighter on their feet. It can be converted to a pen when not in use.

Role in group: Voice of reason - tries to reason with any entities to de-escalate any dire situations or attempt to speak to them about their past and/or why they are stuck within their clients' location.

Additional Information: Jayden was raised in London and moved to Albany with Flynn Bennett to experience life differently from what he had at home. He works as a therapist, helping people go through any mental turmoil or confusion they may be feeling and giving them diagnoses. He implements some aspects of his job into his role in the S.D.A. to help his group mates and other paranormal beings. He is a collected and thoughtful individual who thinks very carefully before he does anything, sometimes overthinking a decision in some cases.

Flynn Anthony Bennett

D.O.B.: July 6, 1999

Age: 24

Height: 5'11"

Job: Bladesmith, S.D.A. Member

Weapon: A hammer and shield with unusual properties. When the hammer hits any surface with great force, it can blast anyone and anything a few meters away or destroy the object with a bright, hot glow. The hammer is heavy and can be wielded by strong people. The shield can withstand greater forces than any usual shield. It can convert into two tattoos when not in use.

Role in group: Weaponsmith - makes weapons to defend the group from enemies, with items such as holy water obtained from a certain priest to create said weapons.

Additional Information: From the outbacks in Australia, he has had an interest in bladesmithing ever since he was a child thanks to his mother and father. He moved to Albany with Jayden for the same reason as him. He has a small bladesmithing business, creating items for customers who are interested in his craft. He also uses his skills to create weapons with unusual properties to aid his mates in fights against aggressive and malicious entities. He exudes exuberance and loves getting creative whenever he can but some things can fly over his head if they're not direct.

[hoopa-and-others-writings]

He had arrived. Him and the 4 mons he had hired with the money he had brought with him. They all had arrived at crystal lake.

In the blue lake surrounded by blue crystals was them. Azelf. Small,blue with yellow eyes, a red gem on their head and two more on their two tails.The legendary looked at him and his adventure partners before saying in a serious tone.

"The popplio may speak to me. You four have done your job and may go."

"H-how did you know we were hired by him!? Did you read our minds!?" One of the four asked in surprise.

"No. I just guessed from what I know about this Popplio. Wich to be fair is not much but enought to know he would not have friends in this continent."

The four Pokemon he had hired made a noise before they all left the dungeon. Two via badges and two via going to the exit that existed here on the last floor.

"So I'm sure you have many questions. And are here to have them awnsered yes? Like why are you here?" Azelf asked altought by their tone they already knew the awnser. Or at least tought so.

"Actually altought I'm curious about that I'm not here to ask that. Heck didn't even know you were the reason behind me ending up here with full certaintyuntil you just basically confirmed it right now" Jayden said while doing a exasperated motion with one of his flippers. "Uh sorry if offended, mx Azelf."

Azelf didn't seem offended tought. If anything they seemed... flabbergasted.

"You... Didn't even know for sure... Then...WHY DID YOU DELVED DEEP IN A DANGEROUS MYSTERY DUNGEON WHEN YOU ARENT GOOD AR FIGHING!?" Azelf asked not in anger but shock.

"I... uh recently acquired a way to contact the human world you see? It's a tablet altought a odd one. And well I want to be able to visit friends of mine that are in the human world." He explained.

"I'm sorry but I can't return you as a human to the human world permanently. Me and mesprit summoned you here in a way that you would only be able to go home permanently when you finished your task. But said task never became necessary because others managed to prevent the problem from actually becominf a problem. So as you can see... Unless somehow that problem finally becomes real and you solve it. You can't go back."

What Azelf had said awnsered many questions he had while also making new ones. And for that he was wass grateful.But it seemed Azelf had done one major mistake when interpreting his words. A mistake that needed correction.

"Uh I think you misunderstood me mx Azelf,by the way uh wich pronouns you use? I don't want to go back to the human world permanently! I just want to be able to visit it from time to time so I can see my friends! Isn't there anything you can do?"

Once again Azelf looked shocked. After more than the seconds of silence Jayden asked.

"Uh are you okay Azelf?"

"Y-yes. Just... Wow you surprised me a second time there. You have quite a talent for that."

Jayden blushed a bit at the compliment he had been given by a legendary altought thankfully the fur on his face made the blushing hard to see.

Azelf continued to speak.

"To be able to temporarily visit the Human world when you want to... well I'm afraid that unlike some other beings I cannot give you that ability. But I can give you a item that would allow you to do that." Azelf smiles "And I use he/she/they."

jayden couldn't believe it. It was really happening. He was getting a way to visit his friends!

"Thank you so much Azelf!"

"It is no problem. Honestly you should consider this more of a apology gift for sending you to this world when you ended up not being necessary."

Azelf teleported away and then teleported back with what seemed to be some sort of pocket watch but made of crystal with odd engravings in it.

"Here. Just click on the button at the top of the watch bridge while thinking of your friend and you shall end up in the region they are then click again the button on the watch to come back to this world. And let me make this clear. It takes two days for the watch to recharge so you cannot just keep going back and forth between the worlds. Understood?" Said Azelf.

Jayden nodded and Azelf psychically gave Jayden the watch.

"Once again thank you so much Azelf."

And he then clicked the button of the so called bridge watch with one of his fins. He tought of his friends. Specifically the ones in Gen's house. The watch started to glow. Brighter and brighter until... He couldn't see a single thing. And then the light started to become less bright and he could see again. He was on grass. He was still a Popplio There was trees but the most important thing? He could see a sign saying "wild pokemon. Be careful."This could only mean it had worked. He was on the human world. And then Jayden cried. Not of sadness but happyness.

"Well I should be in Johto... just need to get to Gen's house and I can them see everyone!" He smiled while still having tears in his eyes the tears going trought the fur like how water would.

[the-mad-closet]

Jayden/Antonio

G: Goofy / Y: Yearning

Awww yes yes!

~

G: Goofy

Despite the tendency to make a million gold puns a second, Antonio is actually very serious during sex. Be it taking ot giving, Antonio is soft and kind and in the moment. He did at one point try making puns, but it didn't feet right

Jayden, like in everything else, takes sex very seriously. He's very calm, cool, and collected about it. If he isn't, Jayden is kind of afraid he'll break in the face of such softness

~

Y: Yearning

Oh baby, are these boys ready and raring to go at all times. They're in their twenties, they're both born at all times. The amount of times Jayden has to drag Antonio back to bed because Antonio is THIS close to doing something he can't take back is frankly phenomenal. Antonio doesn't mind though, he's all for a good quickie

~

Thank you! @estel-eruantien

[jayden-writes]

just this once

pairing: Lucifer x gn!Reader

wordcount: ~1.4k

genre: fluff

cw: none!

summary: Maybe Lucifer could allow himself to indulge every now and then.

other notes: no name, Y/N or MC used // AO3 // thanks again to @gravedwe11er for helping me so much with this fic!

Lucifer wondered what had happened to him; why did his chest feel so warm and fuzzy when he looked at you, peacefully asleep on the couch in his study? He was the Avatar of Pride, the third most powerful demon in all of the Devildom, and yet you had wormed your way into his heart, made yourself home with frightening ease as if this was what you had been made for.

Crouching in front of the couch, he took in your sleeping form, the serene look on your face. How you were able to let your guard down in his presence, to be so trusting despite everything that had happened, everything he had done, was a mystery to him. Was he even deserving of the trust, the kindness you bestowed upon him?

With a gentle touch that contrasted his strength, he brushed a stray strand of hair from your forehead. You stirred a little and he froze, holding his breath.

“Mh… Lucifer…?” you muttered sleepily, and your eyelids fluttered open.

Seeing your bleary gaze, he couldn't help but smile fondly, stroking your cheek with his index finger.

“Apologies, my dear, I didn't mean to wake you,” he responded in a hushed tone. “Go back to sleep.”

Humming in agreement, you closed your eyes again and Lucifer chuckled softly before standing up to return to work. However, he didn't get very far. Your hand had reached for his pants, tugging on them, and he crouched down, regarding you with an attentive, yet curious expression.

“What is it?” he asked quietly.

“Are you done?” you whispered, seemingly a little more awake now.

“Soon, I promise,” he soothed.

“You said the same thing earlier,” you grumbled, pouting.

He sighed. “I know I did and I apologize for taking longer. I assure you, I will be done soon. Be patient for me, will you?”

When that didn’t make your pout disappear, he cupped your face with one hand, and pressed his lips against yours briefly, before placing multiple small kisses on your cheekbone. You giggled at that and Lucifer observed the blush on your face, the way the corners of your mouth were curving upwards.

“There it is. As much as I adore seeing that pretty little pout on your lips, I would much rather see you smile.”

The flush coloring your features grew more pronounced and you grasped his hand that was resting on your cheek to hide yourself from him. A pleasant tingling sensation spread through him as you nuzzled his palm and placed a kiss on the pad of his thumb.

Lucifer's gaze softened and he allowed his touch to linger for a moment longer, savoring the feeling of your breaths on his skin, before he withdrew, straightening up. “Sleep now. I will be done by the time you wake up again.”

“I'll hold you to that,” you mumbled as he watched you shift on the couch to get comfortable. Once your eyes were shut, he quietly returned to his desk and resumed working, occasionally glancing at your slumbering form.

He didn't quite know whether you were a distraction that kept him from finishing his work or more of a motivation to get it done as soon as possible. Perhaps you were both at the same time. With a silent sigh, he focused his attention back on the documents spread out in front of him, and the sound of a pen scratching on paper filled the room, sometimes interrupted by a soft rustling when he had finished a page.

Even as Lucifer worked diligently, he listened closely to your steady breaths, his heightened senses easily picking up on the faint noise. Whenever he heard the pattern of your breathing change just a little, he paused what he was doing to check on you, making sure you were alright and not waking up.

Eventually, he finally wrote the last words on a document, and to his relief, you were still fast asleep. He started putting everything aside, cleaning the desk as he always did once he completed his work. Despite his efforts to do so quietly, you stirred awake again, sitting up and rubbing your face tiredly.

“Are you done now?” you asked, voice heavy with sleep.

“I am,” he responded softly, smiling to himself at the sight of your weary form. “Shall we go to bed?” he suggested as he stood up, walking towards you, and offering you his hand to help you up. Lucifer observed your gaze briefly dart down to it, then back to his eyes, your lips pursed.

“What's the matter?” he inquired.

“Carry me,” you simply replied, looking at him expectantly.

Huffing in amusement, he shook his head with an indulgent smile. “Well, aren't you a demanding one?” Bending down, he moved one arm underneath your legs and the other around your waist, allowing you to loop your arms over his shoulders. With ease, he lifted you up, cradling you securely against his chest, and started carrying you.

“Maybe I am. But I know you wouldn't want it any other way,” you retorted lightly, pecking his cheek before nestling your face into the crook of his neck.

Glancing at you out of the corner of his eye, his lips quirked upwards. “I suppose you are right. And perhaps this is how I can make amends for letting you sleep on that uncomfortable couch. I do apologize for taking so long. Mammon’s… shenanigans have caused more paperwork than I had anticipated.”

Sighing heavily, he wondered what punishment would be appropriate this time, in spite of him knowing full well that even the harshest consequences could never discourage Mammon - or any of his younger brothers for that matter - from causing trouble. He could already feel a headache coming on.

His train of thought was disrupted by the sensation of you yawning against his skin, and he immediately felt the tension that had been building up inside of him melt away again.

“Tired, are we, my dear?” Lucifer asked, his voice low and amused as he gently squeezed you closer to him.

“It’s pretty late, so, yeah,” was your mumbled reply.

He hummed in agreement as he reached his bedroom and placed you on the mattress of his large bed, where you promptly crawled under the blanket and curled up.

“It is rather late, yes. Fortunately, there is no RAD tomorrow, so feel free to sleep in,” he said while unbuttoning his waistcoat to get more comfortable.

As he worked on the buttons, he could sense your eyes on him, your brow furrowed as if contemplating something. Before he could ask what was on your mind, you spoke up. “And you? Will you sleep in as well?” You glanced at him, the expression you wore telling him that you knew he would most likely give you a negative answer.

Not immediately replying and averting his gaze, he slowly opened the last button, taking the waistcoat off and folding it, before setting it aside. It was silent as he thought about the paperwork still waiting for him in his study and the additional work that would inevitably come during the day.

When he settled on the edge of the bed, he looked back at you, seeing the disappointment forming in your eyes.

“I will,” Lucifer finally answered, lying down next to you and joining you beneath the blanket.

At first, it was almost as if the words didn’t register in your mind, but then happiness bloomed on your face, and just the sight of you smiling like this already made up for the extra stress that he would have to deal with. You squeaked cheerfully and shifted closer, wrapping your arms around him. Chuckling in amusement, he returned the embrace and held you tightly against him. He nuzzled your hair, kissing the top of your head and tracing his hands along your spine.

Just this once, he thought to himself as he turned the light off with a flick of his hand, plunging the room into darkness, just this once will I allow myself this indulgence.

“I love you,” you whispered, your breaths tickling his neck as you made yourself comfortable next to him.

“And I love you,” he responded quietly, his voice laced with affection. He buried his face in your hair, and tightened his hold on you, drifting off to sleep with a smile on his lips.

Just this once, he told himself.

[notkiioki]

i don’t know if it’s possible to ask this here, but still. Is it possible to know more about your OS/your character jay??

i hate tumblr for not showing me this ask but yes, of course!

i just noticed i never shared any stuff about my overtime ocs info here other than in twitter and to my friends personally so here you go, everything about jay!

Jeremiah Immanuel Hartono, which later known as Jayden Gray, is a 25 years old wasian (white american-indonesian) who move to USA with his parents fully after he turned 15 to continue his study there. before that, jeremiah would sometime visited USA just to meet his grandparents from his mom's side.

his hair were originally black before he eventually bleached and color it light brown (almost as identical to his mother's hair color) when he moved out to start a new life somewhere near where ossoteq has taken place. his eyes though, still remained the same (hazel ish?)

during his high school time, jeremiah and josiah actually have "met" before they work in ossoteq! however, despite being in the same class, they have never even once both interacted. josiah has taken an interest both since he's new and also out of pity.

(considering jeremiah's a new student plus he JUST got there in america, he got picked up because of his speaking the language problem and not really fitting it well there)

eventually, josiah's existence never been acknowledged by jeremiah at all during the time.

overall, Jeremiah's a well behaved but lack of intelligence both from struggling on understanding the language and because of being a biiiiiiiit bullied in school (it's actually not. he got bullied pretty a lot by some boys in his class)

(he actually have a best friend during the time as well, which is Johnathan { @/puddinglovers's oc} but for the sake of it lets just put this later aghdsgdsh)

here is jeremiah, gerard (johnathan's big brother), and johnathan himself. and josiah i gueeeeeeess

i dunno what to put more in here so um, FUN FACT TIMES!

JAY COULD NOT SWIM. so best giving him some floatie or you would be missing him on the ocean. or your nearest pool.

*yes it started from my friend telling me that before i actually make it a thing, asra whereever you are pls come b ack :sad emoji:

alcohol and him is not a good combo, please dont gave him too much. thanks.

ever heard about persona game the hit series by atlus? guess what. jay and alt! jay :D or i would like to call him "real jay has died, time to haunt josiah with alternate jay who's more aggressive and angrier JUST to him"

welp, guess that's enough so far. I'll def do more sharing but for now, enjoy this infos :]

Now, eat up.

[jaydencoolguy]

George's Relationship with his Father

I have some thoughts about the relationship George McFly has with his dad, Arthur McFly. I'll put it under a cut because it's gonna get long. And I mean long.

Okay, while watching a playthrough of the BTTF game I noticed that George says this:

"Hey, sometimes you gotta go out on a limb for the ones you love, right? I wish MY dad had understood that."

I'm like, "Woah, what? What's his relationship with his father like???" So I head over to the wiki and find THIS:

"Here we see that Arthur is about as wimpy and spineless as George since he gives his son many pathetic reasons not to attend such as college being hard and his grades that he received in school. He even tells George that he will never succeed in life with his current grades and such which could be the primary reason why George becomes a pushover in the original 1985."

Furthermore, he's described to be "a dead ringer for 1955 George in looks, voice, and personality."

Obviously George doesn't (or didn't, since he's implied to be dead) have a very good relationship with his father. But what's really interesting about this is the fact that they're practically the same personality-wise. (They're both pathetic, pushovers, doormats, etc.) Do you think that George sort of resents himself for acting the way he does (or did, in the case of the new timeline)? Because he hurt others the way his dad hurt him, since his actions reflect his father's? God, that's sad to think about.

You would think, in the case of the original 1985, that he would actively try to stray away from being like his father, but obviously, he failed. This is true to real life generational trauma, in which you swear you will never end up like your parents, but you do anyway because the way they treat you and act sticks with you. Yeah, you get the point right?

George's dreams got shot down by his father, and in the original 1985, he didn't have the courage to stand up for himself. Arthur never stood up for him either; and George ends up just like him, albeit more passive... at least he lets Marty do whatever he wants for the most part. Speaking of which, I think Marty serves as an interesting parallel to George's relationship with Arthur, since Marty actually gains a lot of courage and confidence due to the fact that his father is a pushover. George loses more of his sense of self worth because of his dad, since he never believed in or helped him. As a result, he never tries to achieve his dreams and remains unmotivated.

Now let's switch gears to the new 1985. Because of Marty's help, George gains the courage to stand up to his bullies and thus, becomes a more confident person. He gets motivated to do better. I'd like to think that because of this, George also stands up to his dad as well, becoming more successful in the process. I think that he sort of wanted to stick it to his dad, to prove that he can be successful and that he could do anything he set his mind to. This probably pushes George to work harder, which ultimately pays off as seen in the ending of Back to the Future 1. He had achieved his dream as a writer and had a better life overall. However, it seems that George's success hadn't changed his father one bit, as seen in the clip I included above. Even though George ended up happier and wealthier, it didn't mend his relationship with his dad. I don't think Arthur is necessarily a bad person, but he could've definitely been a better father.

This is an almost tragic part of George's character, even in the fixed timeline. It demonstrates how you could be similar, yet so different from your parents. How the way they treat you impacts the way you act, depending on your circumstances and the way you view yourself. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this worthless ramble!!!

[dandylion240]

Back hugs - for Jayden and Evan

Hope you don't mind instead of writing something I decided to do a photo montage through the years for these two. I love them so much!

@izayoichan

[rainbowsandwhumperflies]

The Winged Servant - 6

cws: nonhuman whumpee, shock collar mentions, multiple whumpers

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note: this chapter is kinda rough and very short. my apologies, writing it felt like wrestling and wrangling an annoying concept into words. and it won against me. it's because this one is supposed to be set up for some fun chapters that are coming up soon!! so stay tuned!!

I didn’t realize that Prince Ryan had never put the collar back on until I was being handed platters of food in the kitchen. Maybe it was just a small mercy, like the twelve minutes I’d had to myself before dinner—he gave me those, sometimes, if he didn’t have to go out of his way for them—but it seemed different tonight.

Everything was different tonight and no one would fucking tell me why.

It was unreasonable to demand knowledge of these types of things, of course, I reminded myself.. The royal family always had my best interests in mind. Always. Every weird thing that happened today did not change that.

Serving dinner, at least, was the same. Carry three platters of food out of the kitchen and into the dining room, place them on the table, don’t make too much noise, don’t interrupt any conversation going on already. It was easy, as long as I didn’t drop anything, until-

“Onyx.”

Prince Ryan didn't talk to me during dinner. I was supposed to work like a well-oiled machine, serving food without making my presence obvious. I wasn’t supposed to be talked to and I wasn’t supposed to bow and my existence wasn’t supposed to be acknowledged.

I bowed at Prince Ryan's feet as soon as he spoke, trying not to let my surprise show. “May I assist you with something, Your Highness?” Talking wasn't so hard. It was just repeating the script I had been trained to say. Even if I didn’t usually talk here, it was the same script.

“We're going somewhere tonight. You need a pair of shoes. You can borrow some of mine. I want you ready to leave by the time we're done eating. Don't worry about dishes or anything—we have more important things to be doing right now.”

 Repeating the script wasn't bad, except that Price Ryan had been abandoning the script all day and I didn't know where to go from there. “Yes, Your Highness,” I said, because what else was there to say?

“Any questions?”

I swallowed, trying to get used to the feeling of doing it without the collar. It’d had prongs with which to distribute the electricity, and my neck felt bare without them digging in. I could ask about it, but Prince Cardan had started glaring at me, and maybe it would be in everyone’s best interests to excuse myself from the table. “No, Your Highness. Thank you.”

He waved a hand at me, turning away, and I did my best to stay steady and graceful as I practically ran back to the kitchen. This was probably fine, right? It wasn’t going to be that big of a deal, right? I was just- just wearing shoes and leaving the house, like I was a human. And the prince had said it so nonchalantly.

“Onyx,” Jayden said firmly, squeezing one of my hands, and I blinked. From the look on his face, it was not the first time he’d said my name.

“My apologies, sir.”

“That’s alright. Let’s get some food in you before we leave, okay?”

“Okay,” I echoed. It had been awhile since I’d eaten, I realized. This morning, maybe. A meal would get my head back on straight, at the least.

“It’ll be alright,” Jayden told me as he set a plate in front of me, and I nodded. I would be alright. The royal family always had my best interests in mind. As long as I did what I was told, I would be alright, no matter how odd anything seemed to me.

~

taglist: @kaleidoscope-of-thoughts @toyybox @rainydaywhump

[yoinkschief]

I got a new haircut :3

Full picture under the cut

[ranger-ribbons]

FLOWERS Agapanthus, narcissus, peony, quince, zinnia for Antonio/Jayden? 👀

I haven't done this one before!! I'm excited for Antonio and Jayden!!

~

Agapanthus - Love Letter

Antonio storms through the Shiba home, not stopping for a second and not answering any calls of his name. He's just stopping long enough to pick up some clothes, then he's going right back out to look for Jayden. He's just about to head back out the door when he catches sight of a piece of paper folded up on his desk. Curious, he opens it.

Antonio,

I'm sorry I had to leave. I know you're gonna take it hard, but please don't blame Lauren. She and I have known this was coming for a long time. I wasn't supposed to tell you, I'm sorry.

With that said, I love you, Antonio. I'll be back, I promise. You can count on that. I won't be gone forever, I'll be back before you know it. I love you.

Jayden

Antonio reads the note and sighs. "I'm gonna find you, Jay," he murmurs. "I promise."

~

Narcissus - New Beginnings

Jayden and Antonio smile at each other knowingly. "Are you ready?" Jayden asks.

Antonio nods. "Yeah, I'm ready." He holds out a hand.

Jayden takes the offered hand. Together he and Antonio start heading out the door of the Shiba family home, ready for their new beginning.

~

Peony - Anger

Antonio grunts as he goes flying backward. The general laughs maniacally. "Stay down, Gold!" he snarls.

Jayden looks back from his fight against the Moogers. He sees Antonio on the ground, watching as a golden light glows and Antonio demorphs right there on the battlefield. Antonio tries to get up, but fails and collapses to the ground unconscious.

Jayden sees the general advance on Antonio, and red floods his vision. He growls and immediately destroys the Moogers, taking a flying leap at the general, using it's head as a springboard and cutting it with his sword. "Stay back!" he demands, landing before Antonio's prone body. "No one touches him!"

~

Quince - Persistence During Adversity

"Antonio, please talk to me!" Jayden pleads.

Antonio shakes his head. "No, no, you ran off and left me behind. I don't want to speak to you right now."

Antonio begins to walk away. Jayden races after him. "Tony, please, I'm sorry!"

~

Zinnia - Lasting Affection

Antonio leans down on the bed and cuddles into Jayden's side. "Hi," he murmurs.

Jayden groans, putting an arm around Antonio's waist and mumbling, "Hey."

Antonio hums. "Stay in bed?"

Jayden smiles. "Stay in bed," he agrees.

Antonio smiles, cuddling closer with his head on Jayden's chest. "Bueno," he replies.

~

@estel-eruantien