#these have nothing in common except that they mention god

[txttletale]

what would you say are the most over/underrated episodes/arcs of doctor who?

i think 'girl in the fireplace' is by far the most overrated episode of nuwho. rings of akhaten is maybe a close second (people just remember the speech being good and forget the rest of the spidoe, which was boring), but girl in the fireplace just straight up sucks and has next to no redeeming features except the incredible prop and costuming work on the clockwork robots. weird creepy story that sidelines the companions to focus on the doctor's Awesome Grooming Adventure. a bizarre focus on a B-list historical fdigure that then also doesn't really care about actually exploring that figure or what she even did. there's nothing in here that moffat wouldn't revisit and do better in the girl who waited or deep breath--a total dud of an episode to me.

other than that, i want to give a special mention to the zygon inversion, where capaldi delivered a moving speech so well that everyone's forgotten that in the context of the episode that speech makes no sense and is essentially telling oppressed people to cope and seethe. that two-parter is very loudly saying very vile islamophobic things and it's insane that people miss that. Sucks!

um. that said though the most underrated arc is definitely the entire capaldi era imo. especially the early episodes--among like, enfranchised fans, 'capaldi starts geting good during season 9' is a pretty common take and i hard disagree, season 8 is grea.t it has two really huge misfires in kill the moon and in the forest of the night, and danny's whole unbearable existence is a big thorn in the series' side, but like, time heist, mummy on the orient express, flatine--there's some incredible stuff here! deep breath is good, dammit, it's a good episode and the worst stuff about it is the paternoster gang still being there as a matt smith-era hangover.

it's hard for me to answer for classic who because i don't really have a good idea of what's liked or disliked about the old series, beyond, like, all the universally beloved classics, which i generally think are pretty good and don't have many super controversial opinions about, and all the universally hated bombs, which i don't have that many controversial opinions about either. i guess i don't think the invasion of time is that bad? i generally like gallifrey-as-useless-obstructive-stagnant-bureaucrats a lot more than gallifrey-as-distant-elf-gods, which i think counts as an 'underrated' and 'overrated' arc, respectively.

[llovelymoonn]

paige lewis space struck: “god stops by” (via @godsopenwound​) \\ ada limón miracle fish (via @godsrabbit​) \\ sean gatch pomegranate \\ julien baker claws in your back \\ sean glatch recovery politics \\ leslie nelson jennings god’s house \\ c. dale young the halo: “the gods among us” \\ david schubert \\ daisy fried no god in us but song \\ hinnah mian to build a home: poetry and prose (via @godsopenwound​)

kofi

[rrcraft-and-lore]

In addition to my Monkey Man post from earlier, the always kind & sweet Aparna Verma (author of The Phoenix King, check it out) asked that I do a thread on Hijras, & more of the history around them, South Asia, mythology (because that's my thing), & the positive inclusion of them in Monkey Man which I brought up in my gushing review.

Hijra: They are the transgender, eunuch, or intersex people in India who are officially recognized as the third sex throughout most countries in the Indian subcontinent. The trans community and history in India goes back a long way as being documented and officially recognized - far back as 12th century under the Delhi Sultanate in government records, and further back in our stories in Hinduism. The word itself is a Hindi word that's been roughly translated into English as "eunuch" commonly but it's not exactly accurate.

Hijras have been considered the third sex back in our ancient stories, and by 2014 got official recognition to identify as the third gender (neither male or female) legally. Pakistan, Nepal, Bangladesh, and India have accepted: eunuch, trans, intersex people & granted them the proper identification options on passports and other government official documents.

But let's get into some of the history surrounding the Hijra community (which for the longest time has been nomadic, and a part of India's long, rich, and sometimes, sadly, troubled history of nomadic tribes/people who have suffered a lot over the ages. Hijras and intersex people are mentioned as far back as in the Kama Sutra, as well as in the early writings of Manu Smriti in the 1st century CE (Common Era), specifically said that a third sex can exist if possessing equal male and female seed.

This concept of balancing male/female energies, seed, and halves is seen in two places in South Asian mythos/culture and connected to the Hijra history.

First, we have Aravan/Iravan (romanized) - who is also the patron deity of the transgender community. He is most commonly seen as a minor/village deity and is depicted in the Indian epic Mahabharata. Aravan is portrayed as having a heroic in the story and his self-sacrifice to the goddess Kali earns him a boon.

He requests to be married before his death. But because he is doomed to die so shortly after marriage, no one wants to marry him.

No one except Krishna, who adopts his female form Mohini (one of the legendary temptresses in mythology I've written about before) and marries him. It is through this union of male, and male presenting as female in the female form of Mohini that the seed of the Hijras is said to begun, and why the transgender community often worships Aravan and, another name for the community is Aravani - of/from Aravan.

But that's not the only place where a gender non conforming divine representation can be seen. Ardhanarishvara is the half female form of lord Shiva, the destroyer god.

Shiva combines with his consort Parvarti and creates a form that represents the balancing/union between male/female energies and physically as a perfectly split down the middle half-male half-female being. This duality in nature has long been part of South Asian culture, spiritual and philosophical beliefs, and it must be noted the sexuality/gender has often been displayed as fluid in South Asian epics and the stories. It's nothing new.

Many celestial or cosmic level beings have expressed this, and defied modern western limiting beliefs on the ideas of these themes/possibilities/forms of existence.

Ardhanarishvara signifies "totality that lies beyond duality", "bi-unity of male and female in God" and "the bisexuality and therefore the non-duality" of the Supreme Being.

Back to the Hijra community.

They have a complex and long history. Throughout time, and as commented on in the movie, Monkey Man, the Hijra community has faced ostracization, but also been incorporated into mainstream society there. During the time of the Dehli Sultanate and then later the Mughal Empire, Hijras actually served in the military and as military commanders in some records, they were also servants for wealthy households, manual laborers, political guardians, and it was seen as wise to put women under the protection of Hijras -- they often specifically served as the bodyguards and overseers of harems. A princess might be appointed a Hijra warrior to guard her.

But by the time of British colonialism, anti-Hijra laws began to come in place folded into laws against the many nomadic tribes of India (also shown in part in Monkey Man with Kid (portrayed by Dev Patel) and his family, who are possibly

one of those nomadic tribes that participated in early theater - sadly by caste often treated horribly and relegated to only the performing arts to make money (this is a guess based on the village play they were performing as no other details were given about his family).

Hijras were criminalized in 1861 by the Indian Penal Code enforced by the British and were labeled specifically as "The Hijra Problem" -- leading to an anti-Hijra campaign across the subcontinent with following laws being enacted: punishing the practices of the Hijra community, and outlawing castration (something many Hijra did to themselves). Though, it should be noted many of the laws were rarely enforced by local Indian officials/officers. But, the British made a point to further the laws against them by later adding the Criminal Tribes Act in 1871, which targeted the Hijra community along with the other nomadic Indian tribes - it subjected them to registration, tracking/monitoring, stripping them of children, and their ability to sequester themselves in their nomadic lifestyle away from the British Colonial Rule.

Today, things have changed and Hijras are being seen once again in a more positive light (though not always and this is something Monkey Man balances by what's happened to the community in a few scenes, and the heroic return/scene with Dev and his warriors). All-hijra communities exist and sort of mirror the western concept of "found families" where they are safe haven/welcoming place trans folks and those identifying as intersex.

These communities also have their own secret language known as Hijra Farsi, which is loosely based on Hindi, but consists of a unique vocabulary of at least 1,000 words.

As noted above, in 2014, the trans community received more legal rights.

Specifically: In April 2014, Justice K. S. Radhakrishnan declared transgender to be the third gender in Indian law in National Legal Services Authority v. Union of India.

Hijras, Eunuchs, apart from binary gender, be treated as "third gender" for the purpose of safeguarding their rights under Part III of our Constitution and the laws made by the Parliament and the State Legislature. Transgender persons' right to decide their self-identified gender is also upheld and the Centre and State Governments are directed to grant legal recognition of their gender identity such as male, female or as third gender.

I've included some screenshots of (some, not all, and certainly not the only/definitive reads) books people can check out about SOME of the history. Not all again. This goes back ages and even our celestial beings/creatures have/do display gender non conforming ways.

There are also films that touch on Hijra history and life. But in regards to Monkey Man, which is what started this thread particularly and being asked to comment - it is a film that positively portrayed India's third sex and normalized it in its depiction. Kid the protagonist encounters a found family of Hijras at one point in the story (no spoilers for plot) and his interactions/acceptance, living with them is just normal. There's no explaining, justifying, anything to/for the audience. It simply is. And, it's a beautiful arc of the story of Kid finding himself in their care/company.

[alexandthensome]

I feel like Danny has a really specific relationship with everyone in the BatFam that culminates in very different ways

Like Danny and Tim would have a lot in common based on the fact that 1.) their parents are kinda weird and 2.) they don’t tell anyone about anything until it comes up out of nowhere

Like one day while Danny was watching TV with Dick, Jason, and Tim, Tim mentions something about The Joker being hospitalized before getting sent back to Arkham Asylum.

Danny without missing a beat goes

“Oh please he’ll be fine, I almost got killed fighting my future self once and look at me, I’m great now.”

Everyone except Tim stops what they’re doing because they’re trying to comprehend the sentence they just heard

Dick replies, “Im sorry, you did what?”

And Tim who has also been traumatized enough times that he needs a punch card replies

“Oh, that’s nothing. This one time I had injuries that were so bad I had to get my spleen removed.”

Dick, fully losing his composure screams at Tim “I’m sorry, YOU DID WHAT!!!”

Danny replies “Dude, that’s so metal.”

Jason is busy doing mental gymnastics trying to figure out how none of them figured this out yet and he just goes

“When did you have the time to lose your spleen??”

Which prompts Tim (who is still unfazed at this point) to recant the entire situation that led to this and then he finishes his story like

“And now I have no spleen and no immune system. 🙂”

And poor Jason and Dick who are genuinely never on the same wavelength both yell

“YOU DONT HAVE AN IMMUNE SYSTEM?!?!?”

Meanwhile Danny is just sitting here watching this whole thing go down and just goes

“God I love this family, they’re just as crazy as mine.”

[sweet-as-an-angel]

König Headcanons

Warnings: Implications/mentions of smut, mention of pegging, König is a sub/bottom, FLUFF, implications/mentions of masturbation, no pronouns used for reader except for 'you'.

This man is W H I P P E D for you.

Regardless of whether he met you in a civilian setting or on the battlefield, you have captured his interest immediately.

And every time König sees you, hears you, his mental image of you grows, his daydreams become more vivid.

Over the course of a month, König’s light daydreams, wonderments of the type of person you were, what you’d be like as friends, became more frequent.

And, as a romantic at heart, the daydreams became gradually…well, romantic.

König didn’t mean to! The slip into an alternate universe wherein you and him lived happily together, holding hands, sharing secrets, laying close together felt natural and easy.

He was ashamed of himself, to say the least.

He felt awful that he’d even dared think of such quite frankly wholesome scenarios about the two of you without you ever having even met him.

Though, König had to admit that the more loving his daydreams because, the more he felt satiated.

After all, the life of a soldier in his position was a lonely one, especially considering he could tell practically no-one about it.

As the weeks trundled on, König tried putting you out of his mind. Tried focusing on hobbies instead.

He’s a big fan of crochet.

It calms him down.

Though, he struggles sometimes due to his anxiety making his hands shake.

He's also a big fan of literature, particularly 19th century romantic.

His favourite book is definitely Pride and Prejudice.

But alas, even his hobbies fell just short of fulfilling him.

And, luckily, he didn’t have to suffer for much longer.

Your meeting was purely accidental.

König had dropped his almost withered, well-loved copy of Pride and Prejudice and you, appearing out of nowhere, picked it up for him.

“Here, sweetie,” you said, passing it to him.

König’s heart dropped into his stomach.

His face blew up into flames yet his body felt as if it were encased in ice, frozen and stiff.

He could scarcely hold his book in his hands, shaking.

“Th-th-“

Speak, you fool!

You smiled up at him, your tone as sweet as your face.

“Hey, are you okay?” You tilted your head, body contorted in an air of concern König had never experienced first-hand before.

He’d seen it in romance movies and novels, but never this close and never in real life.

Don’t get ahead of yourself; say something, god damn you!

“Th-ank you!”

Nailed it!

You kept smiling. König’s heart skipped a beat.

And thus König’s liking-from-afar grew into a night full-blown obsession.

You had quite a lot in common!

Your love of books, appreciation of art - things of that nature.

After your initial encounter and your bonding over the book he dropped, you gave him your number.

Given that you didn’t have König’s number, he had to make the first move and call you.

He sat by his phone, shaking, poised over the ‘Call’ button with your number typed in.

After much deliberation and thorough consideration of every conceivable way he could get rejected by you, he clicked ‘Call’.

The phone rang.

Once. Twice. Thrice-

“Hello?”

König’s heart skipped at the sound of your voice.

“H-hey,” he said, voice thin and wavering. Watery.

You chuckled on your end of the line. “Hey, sweetie. Thought you weren’t going to call me for a hot minute!”

Never, König wanted to say. Oh, all the things he wanted to say.

His daydreams could not compare to the anxious joy he was experiencing in this moment.

And every moment together you shared after.

The two of you began to hang around together, more and more frequently as the months progressed.

And all the while, König could feel his heart swell with nothing short of euphoria whenever you were near.

He watched you more than he read his book whenever you got together for library visits.

He studied you as a writer would literature, committing your every quirk and preference to memory.

On days when you weren’t together, König would spend every spare waking moment thinking of you, fantasising about you.

His daydreams grew more and more vivid, almost seeming to bleed into his real life.

And König absolutely believed he was hallucinating one day when you asked him out on a date.

He couldn’t say no. Every fibre of his being urged him, screamed “Yes!”

König had never been more anxious in his life.

He was terrified he’d mess the date up, arrive in the wrong attire, say the wrong thing (or nothing at all).

But when he arrived and saw you, saw how wonderful you were with him, holding his hands in yours as you recounted stories, how you looked him in the eyes whenever he spoke, his anxiety just seemed to melt away.

Though you may not have known it yet, König loved you.

He’d fallen for you long before, yet he never expected you to feel for him even a fraction of that which he felt for you.

Your relationship began not long after.

He worships you.

Can’t stand to be without you.

And when he returns from his post and you’re together.

Oh boy.

He’s nervous to ask at first at if you’d like to do the deed.

Would try and transition into it.

Do the classic yawning-arm-around-the-shoulder trick.

You clocked what he was doing, and, wanting to spare him the torture, cut straight to the chase.

“König, are you too shy to say you want to sleep with me, or are you just a terrible, unintentional flirt?”

König froze. His kind went blank.

Long story short, you ended up sleeping together.

And König had never known anything like it.

Man has absolutely zero rizz, zero experience.

He was quite insecure about that, but you made it difficult for him to think about anything else when you got started.

König loves being topped, btw.

Likes feeling vulnerable when you peg him.

Definitely cries because you make him feel so good.

Your pleasure is his top priority, though.

He's absolutely massive so it's not difficult for him to fill you.

You can see the outline of his cock when he's inside you.

And if you poke him or clench while he's buried, oh my god-

This man's a moaner. No arguments.

König could hardly see by the end of the experience, convinced he could see smells and taste colours.

And there you were, beside him, panting, smiling.

And it only confirmed what König already knew.

He wanted to be nowhere else but with you.

After that, he’s basically horny 24/7, brought in solely by the thought of you.

Nothing else can get him off (not that he’s tried; he’s too loyal for that; more on this later ;-) ).

You share and partake in hobbies together.

König teaches you how to crochet. Or, if you already know how to, he’ll just crochet beside you.

Makes you things 🥺.

You try and help him with his brain freezes whenever in a social situation by getting him to read his favourite literature to you out loud whenever you're at his apartment.

You make it bearable to just be in public, reassuring him or speaking on his behalf when he’s overwhelmed.

He loves holding hands.

Lives for your soft touches.

Forehead kisses send him absolutely silly.

He goes feral whenever you rake your fingers through his hair.

Will start muttering in German, probably moans too tbh.

Loves laying his head in your lap/on your chest.

Is fully aware of how large he is, though. So he tries to hold back some of his weight so he doesn’t crush you.

You tell him to relax, that he doesn’t need to withhold anything from you.

And that’s why he loves you,

You love him for him for who he is.

You’ve never teased him for his height, or his stutter when he’s nervous, or his social anxiety.

He tells you how much he loves you daily.

“I can’t live without you, maus,” he’d say while you played with his hair.

“And I you,” you’d say, pressing a kiss to his temple.

Power couple.

König uses his sheer mass to protect you from people who even look as if they want to hurt you.

He may be socially anxious, but he has absolutely no qualms about killing someone for you.

Considering that death is part of his job description, he’s accustomed to it. Kind of enjoys it, to be honest.

It would take a while for him to come clean about his occupation, afraid he’d scare you off.

He loves and trusts you, but he doesn't want to lose you.

He ended up admitting his occupation to you after he’d been called back into action.

Knowing he couldn’t just up and leave without telling you where he was going, he confessed.

You didn’t even blink an eye.

“Alright, cool. Now, do you want pie or curry for dinner?”

Whenever he’s away, he’s always thinking about you.

Calls you whenever he gets the chance.

Thinks of you in...compromising ways when you’re apart for long periods of time.

The first time he did so, he ended up admitting it because he felt so guilty.

You just laughed on your end of the call, a delightful habit of yours.

“Don’t worry,” you reassured. “I do the same.”

He spent a lot more time in his room after that.

The thought of you keeps him going, gives him a reason to live rather than survive.

Whenever he's in a tight situation, he imagines you there with him, telling him everything will be fine.

Btw, please validate him.

Call him a good boy, tell him you're the love if his life - anything.

Makes him feel like his efforts are being rewarded.

König can’t imagine his life without you.

He loves you, you love him.

And he’ll do anything to keep you.

Please reblog for more content like this! It helps creators like myself out tremendously :-)

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[strrwbrrryjam]

the lengths people in the rdr2 fandom will go to to justify someone else being the rat or that "micah didn't work alone" is astonishing

most of it really boils down to misogyny and racism which is sadly so common in the fandom but, god its still so dumbfounding

from the moment we meet micah, you can tell he isn't a good guy, he's antagonistic, he's racist, he's sexist, he's basically an awful fucking person, an obvious bad guy with little to no redeeming qualities about him

no one (except dutch) in the gang likes him, and for good reason, he's gross to the woman, he kills cain, he makes fun of jack and uses slurs against charles and lenny and javier, and the little good moments there are of him with other camp members he ruins pretty soon after because he is not a man that can hide his bigotry for even a minute

he's an awful fucking guy, and he's extremely greedy! he goes on and on and on about the blackwater money, to the point that arthur has an antagonistic line about him that "he (Micah) hasn't mentioned the blackwater money for a minute," (or at least something like that)

its obvious that he doesn't care about anyone in the gang except dutch, he sees all of them as a means to an end, and the same goes for dutch- dutch isn't nothing but a pawn to him, but he's only kind to dutch and on his goodside because if you suck up to the leader, it doesn't matter if the rest of the gang members don't like him, because they can't do nothing if dutch likes him

while i despise him, i will say that he is a very interesting character to talk about, as he is a man who will do anything and everything to benefit him, it doesn't matter who he hurts or kills along the way, he's only in it for himelf

so of course, if something better comes his way, say for instance... a huge pay out for bringing down one of americas most notorious gang, he will bring them down from the inside out.

i mean jesus fucking christ, if you go to his camp from the mission where you steal a carriage from the o'driscolls, you can find dutch van der linde's wanted poster at his camp! while it may not have been his plan at the start, there is evidence that he was at least thinking about turning in the van der linde gang, the pinkertons just dropped the opportunity into his lap

and really, people thinking that molly and abigail are the rat? do you people not think? do you have a brain in your head? I've even seen people think poor lenny was the rat, jesus christ

molly o'shea was not the rat, milton literally told arthur that they "shook her down a few times but never said a peep" and why in the world would he lie about that? if it was to protect molly, that would be stupid, because arthur asks him to clarify that it was "micah? not molly?" and milton literally rats micah out, gloating to him that micah was the real rat

yes molly confessed, but it wasnt an actual confession, it was the words of a desperate, heartbroken woman, who was so heartbroken that she wanted to die. people need to think for a second, and realise that molly o'shea is not fucking stupid. she knows that telling the gang that she runs with that telling them she ratted them out would be suicide.

"oh but what did she want to say to arthur those times, hm??? what do you have to say about that???" shut up shut up shut up, maybe what she wanted to tell him that the pinkertons were capturing and interrogating gang members individually because that's what they did to her!!! again, confessing to arthur would be straight-up suicide. he's the most loyal man in the gang, the third member of the gang, the old guard, he's one of the worst people in the gang to confess to being the rat too, and I don't care if people disagree with me, molly o'shea is a smart woman, it doesn't make sense for her to tell him that she was the rat, but it makes sense to tell him about what the pinkertons are doing!!

(she could have also been wanting to tell him that dutch has changed, or something like that as we don't truly know, given that she was interrupted, but again telling him that she was the rat doesn't make sense.)

and the people who think abigail is the rat are just, downright stupid.

people like to accuse abigail of being the rat for a lot of reasons, like, for instance, "abigail got away but hosea didn't." and man I laugh at these people.

hosea is an incredibly important member of the gang, he's the second in command, it may be called "van der linde gang" but it began when dutch and hosea joined. he, dutch and arthur are what makes up the old guard, so of course the pinkertons would be going for him and not the young woman who hasn't been in the gang long enough to truly make a name for herself, like dutch van der linde, hosea matthews and arthur morgan have.

its also the fact that because she hasn't made a name for herself, it could be the fact that the pinkertons dont even know who she is! sure, she may have been seen on jobs, but do you really think abigail would been seen on a lot of jobs when she has a kid she cares about with the gang? do you really think she would risk jack being an orphan, since his daddy dont want anything to do with him? do you really think shes that stupid???

shes also dressed in a way to disguise herself with the rest of the civilians in the saint denis!!! so even if she was at some point seen by the pinkertons, shes now wearing something that disguises who she is.

"oh but how did they capture hosea?" hosea is an old man with a chronic health condition, throughout the chapters of the game he goes on about how these are his last days, and he probably wont even survive the year, while abigail is a young, healthy woman who is reasonably fit, she could easily out run hosea and the pinkertons and easily disguise herself

and more importantly, do you really think hosea matthews wouldn't sacrifice himself for abigail? throughout the story, he speaks to john and abigail about leaving the gang, about taking jack and going to a safe space, and live their life without the threat of being downed by a gunshot wound? or having to move everytime they are discovered? its no place to raise a child, and hosea knows that

hosea is also right in saying that this gang is damned. that they cannot survive the year, and he's right, they don't. so why wouldn't hosea sacrifice himself for her? why wouldn't that make sense to you?

(i mean, i think i know why, because it is such a tragic thought to have, but the story of rdr2 is a tragedy.)

and to the people who think that lenny is the rat, but don't give any evidence or thought to it? think logically, man.

do you honestly think a black man in the 19th century would willingly talk to lawman? do you really think that?

all of this to say, its just so stupid the lengths people go to to try to make micah not the rat, or not the only rat, its just abysmal really

[breesperez139]

Dc x Dp Prompt #5

Demon Twin AU except Damian never had a blood son phase:

Damian would like to start saying he is not at fault for this….miscommunication. Truly, how was he to know sharing the same blood as Jasmine and Danyal would make them “siblings”? Not once has anyone mentioned such absurd claims. He has never and will never treat either of the two the way he would Richard or any of his other siblings, but apparently sharing the same donors when being created automatically makes people siblings.

Worse, father is upset at him and mother for “hiding away” two of his “children” from him. Richard and Thomas will not stop staring at him. Todd, Brown, and Drake will not stop laughing. Cassandra has not stopped looking at his body language since this whole encounter started. Alfred is giving him his patented disappointed face he oh so hates but what is he to do?

Damian was not hiding anything or anyone. Jasmine and Danyal have not nor will they ever be his siblings. They are the children of Jack and Maddie Fenton just as Richard and the rest of them are Bruce’s children. Blood has nothing to do with family. They are at best “god-siblings” or “cousins” if father refuses to believe they are simply childhood companions.

There is barely a hint of emotion as father purses his lips while his siblings continue looking on at him in disbelief. Damian is not understanding why they are having trouble comprehending such simple logic. It is common sense to know that siblings are the children at least one of your parents have raised other than yourself. Parents are the people who raise you. Talia raised him therefore she is his mother. He lives with Bruce who is now raising him and therefore he is his father.

Neither Talia nor Bruce raised Jasmine or Danyal, therefore they are not siblings. It is merely coincidence that he shared blood with both Bruce and Talia. After all, every time he’s visited Amity Park, most children look nothing like their parents. How can it not be coincidence when it is clearly far more normal to raise children who don’t share an ounce of blood with you, than those who do.

How can it not be normal when Jack Fenton took Jasmine in so easily knowing he didn’t share any dna with her? Even more so with Danyal who doesn’t share even a drop of blood with either Jack or Maddie. Look at yourself father. Out of all your children, only one shares your dna. Do not try and pin this on Damian for being the only sensible person in this family. Blood siblings, ha, don’t make him laugh.

[j3ss3jam3s85]

Evidence of Exodus

Many often wonder if there is any factual evidence proving the Bible being true.   What if I told you that not only can I point you to strong evidence of the old testament Exodus being real, I can point you to a person in Exodus who has a real life replica of himself. Being possibly the only person mentioned in the Bible that we can truly see how they appeared.  (With the exception of Vladimir Putin's recent 2024 claim that he has an original painting of Jesus Christ that has been in Russia).

bNow, if you're not familiar with the book of Exodus (chapters 1-14), I suggest you taking a moment to read it. Otherwise, what I'm about to say may not make much Sense. Or, read this and then read Exodus, and things might make more sense to you as it's being read.  Either way, I highly recommend reading it.

Archeologically, we're able to prove many things within the Bible, however, Exodus is not one of them. Matter of fact, some of the things are extremely questionable.  For example, where are all these Israelites coming from mentioned? There are no records of a man named Moses in Egypt. Many movies depict the enslaved Israelites were building the pyramids, however, The pyramids were built long before the Israelites were enslaved. There are many things that people question in the book of Exodus, you might as well. Maybe I can help with any doubt that you may have. In hopes to open your eyes as to the possibility that these things really could have, and did indeed happen.

Let's go back to the story of  Joseph. Joseph is one of the 12 sons of Jacob, also named Israel. (Remember God changed his name to Israel because of his faith in willing to sacrifice his son). They fell into a Great famine Aunt resources grew very slim, so they went searching for a better life elsewhere. Can you guess where they ended up? That's right, Egypt! This is where we get "The children of Israel", also known as, the Israelites.

Joseph's gift from God was the ability to interpret dreams. In doing so, he was able to interpret the Pharaoh's dream which ultimately helped save Egypt from a great famine.  So how did his people, his family, end up in bondage?  Answer is, the Israelites were living and the delta and we're living a pretty prosperous existence. Up until the moment a new pharaoh becomes in charge. This Pharaoh knows nothing about Joseph.  For none other than narcissistic  reasons, the new pharaoh is upset that the Israelites are living such a lavish life.  He ordered task masters to watch over them, which is when they became enslaved.  This Pharaoh is historically documented saying  to his midwives, "watch the two stones." Meaning, Egyptian women often give birth while sitting straight up to let gravity help them with the birthing process. Often, they would sit on two stones to help assist them during  labor. This correlates with the Bible when pharaoh ordered the death of all the Israelite males that were being born.  This is around the time that Moses was born. With Moses's mom afraid of him being murdered, she sent him away, down the river, for a chance at life.

Another questionable biblical text says that the pharaohs daughter finds Moses and the river and takes him in as her own. An Egyptian naming their child Moses, which is Hebrew is not very likely. Leaving some skepticism. Let me push that skepticism aside. 

Remember, Moses is sent down river, so when he's found, he's found in the reeds. Now the Hebrew word massa (משא) means brought out.  However Moses, Moses is actually a pure Egyptian name, which means Born. Just think about Ra-Moses, Ra means God and Moses means birth in Egyptian, God is Born. Another common Egyptian term is  Toth-Moses.  So therefore, just because the name Moses doesn't appear as someone's name being an actual person, it does not mean he did not exist. Moses literally means birth and Egyptian. Something someone would say or call a newborn baby. 

Moses later has an encounter with God through a burning bush. God tells Moses that he is going to be the one to help set the Israelites free and lead them into the promised land. Moses, brings his brother Aaron with him to go speak to the pharaoh. Moses performs many miraculous wonders and so do the pharaohs magic wielders. So it's like they're in competition for a moment. Moses has a staff and he throws it down and it turns into a snake. Then Pharaoh has his people throw a staff and they also turn into snakes.  It was almost like this was something that they've seen before, and we're unimpressed.  Now you can take it exactly how it was written and think that a staff was thrown down and turned into a snake and both parties were able to do so. What I think happened is, the staff happened to be a cobra snake that was stiff like a staff with the head as the handle. When you throw the snake down onto the ground it then is able to slither away. This is a known practice and Egypt then and even today which would explain why people wouldn't be impressed.  Moses and Aaron came back time and time again with  9 different plagues. Trying to convince Pharaoh to let his people go. Pharaoh gets annoyed and Now orders that the Israelites are no longer going to be given prepared straw to mix with their bricks. Leaving them to cut their own straw to mix with clay in order to make their own bricks. Giving double work with the same deadline. None of the plagues presented so far didn't seem to phase the Egyptians whatsoever. By this point, God says enough is enough and lets the pharaoh know that if he does not cooperate, he will take all the firstborns of families who do not have a blood sacrifice over their door frame.  Of course Pharaoh did not take this threat seriously, so there was no blood sacrifice and he ended up losing his son. This is what makes pharaoh say okay, You can have your freedom, you can go.

When the Israelites leave, the Egyptians are all mourning the deaths of their firstborns. So, when the Israelites asked for gold and silver upon leaving, they just handed it over with no issues. So the Israelites are able to leave rich with gold and silver.  Rightfully so in my opinion. They just spent approximately 430 years, in slavery and are now heading to the promised lands.

As the Israelites were on their way, Pharaoh quickly changed his mind and decided to go after the Israelites and bring them back. This is when the famous part of Exodus happens that most people are familiar with. Did the Israelites really cross the Red Sea on dry land? While the Egyptians get swallowed whole by the water? There is a lot of skepticism about rather or not they truly did part the Red Sea.

Here the Israelites are leaving on foot with all this gold and silver. We know that they lived in the Delta part of Egypt so we can kind of figure out the route that they took. They don't take the Philistine route because Palestine is highly guarded with watchtowers. So what they do is go through the marsh. Now the misconception lies with where exactly they crossed at. Which they actually crossed through the Sea of Reeds and not the Red Sea. Now in the Bible it says that  Pharaoh's chariots were clogged. Sounds like they were going through mud. If you ask me. Which if I'm on foot I can get through but if I'm in a chariot I cannot. So Pharaoh's men ended up perishing while God helped the Israelites make it through safely.

In playing devil's advocate, if this story is true then why is there no record other than what is mentioned in the Bible of this particular situation? The answer is Egyptians were horrible at record keeping in general. Their record keeping is mainly made up of what is written in tombs or on Stella's. Which never mentioned anything about any of their defeats. Egyptians only kept records of victories. Honestly, this entire situation only really mattered to the Israelites. No one else really cared. But this was the beginning of their entire religion.

Biblically they never say who the pharaoh actually was. Historically, Egypt didn't even have a pharaoh at this time. Who ever was in charge would technically be a king. So where does the Bible get Pharaoh from?  It's actually a conjunction of 2 Egyptian words, that meant house, great. Which Pharaoh meant the one who lived in a great house. Fitting for someone living in a palace.

A clue in the Bible as to who this pharaoh may be is when they speak of the Israelites building the store cities  with bricks. Is it a coincidence that one of the cities names is Pi-Ramess?  They are using bricks, which historically we can narrow down the time frame in which bricks began being used to build the storehouse in these 2 cities mentioned.

i'm going to agree with Bob Brier, an egyptologist who suggested the Pharaoh in the book of Exodus is...... Ramesses the Great. Why?

Ramesses' built his capitol right beside the Delta, which would be close enough to the Israelites. Especially during the times Moses and Aaron were traveling back and forth trying to convince him to let his people go. The Israelite slaves built the city of Ramesses out of brick and he was the one who built these cities.  There is a sentence written on a Papyrus that explains grain ratios to be handed out to the soldiers and apperu (now I know I butchered inthe spelling of this word, but I spelled it the way it sounded).  Which The translation is thought to mean Hebrew. Many scholars believe that this is our Israelites. Other scholars believe that Merneptah was the ruler over The Exodus. They believe this because the first time Israel is mentioned is during the reign of Merneptah, which is Rameses 13th son and his successor. However, when Merneptah mentions Israel on his Stella. It is referred to as a people and not a country or a foreign land. Meaning around this time the Israelites were still wondering. Therefore, if they are wandering at this time, that means they must have left right before he began his reign.  Biblical scholars believe The Exodus happened in year 20 of rameses reign.  Guess what else happens right around this time? Ramesses loses his firstborn son, Amonhirkhopshef.

In the Egyptian museum, you can now see the mummy of Ramesses the Great. Which very well may be the only face you can look upon that is a real biblical figure.  I love it when science, history and the Bible correlate. 

References:

Brier, Bob. The history of ancient Egypt. (2013). The great courses.

Exodus 1+14

[siren-serenity]

Sub goo please please please please please please please lease please please please

SUB! GOO

"You dirty little whore," You grunt and Goo almost cums from hearing your words. He nods, bobbing his head and hollowing his cheeks. "Such a professional cock sucker, hmm?" You tightened your grip on his blond locks, your eyes meeting his teary ones. "You want to swallow or my cum splattered on your face?" Goo urgently pointed to his throat and he sucked on your cock frantically, tongue swirling around the veiny parts. "Fuck!"

characters: kim jonggoo/goo, gn!reader (mentions having a cock but can be interpreted/seen as a strap on) warnings: nsfw, dom/sub relationships, takes place during 'hunt for big deal' arc, degradation, swearing, oral (character receiving) a/n: - for some reason, goo gives me masochist vibes haha - feedback is appreciated!

It's midnight in the city of Seoul. Skyscrapers lit up the cloudy skies, illuminating the clouds with their lights and essentially lighting up the world. The streets are silent, lest common folks want to get mixed up with the rumored gang fights or the average delinquent that roams during nights like these.

An intimidating, black Porshe pulls up on a dusty street. Rowdy noises can be heard a few meters away and Gun sighs, combing his hair with his fingers.

"The Workers just don't listen," He mutters bitterly, giving a glance to you and Goo who is busy playing some stupid game on his phone. "Stay here. Y/N, make sure the blond idiot doesn't do something idiotic."

You chuckle, leaning back into the leather seats and crossing your arms behind your head. "Relax, Gun. You can trust me."

He scoffed. Grabbing a black umbrella under his seat, Gun opened it with a smooth flourish before stepping out of the car.

"Trust is not the word I would use," He rolled his eyes. "But yes, I trust you more than him."

With a middle finger from Goo, Gun disappears into the rain and night. It's even more silent now, except for the occasional pings! from Goo's phone. Your eye twitches with every ping! as you tried to get some sleep.

ping! ping! ping! ping-

"For God's sake," You snatched the phone from him before tossing it into the boot of the car. Now, the pings are muffled and nothing could be heard except for your breaths and his. You breathe out in relief, leaning back into the leather seats. "Fucking-finally."

"What the fuck?" Goo spat out, glaring at you under his glasses. He climbed onto your lap, loosely hanging his arms around your neck and he straddles your waist. Goo leaned in. "You made me bored, Y/N."

Suddenly, Goo grinded his ass onto your cock and you almost let out a gasp of surprise. Blood flowed downwards and your cock just grew impossibly harder. You spat out curses, curling your fist inwards until your nails made crescent shaped blood marks on your skin.

Goo laughed. "I'm bored!"

A tight grip around his waist made him pause in his movements.

"This is Gun's car," You hissed out. "Stop."

A lightbulb seemed to flash over his head. Somehow, he managed to push Gun's seat forward so there was more leg space. He knelt in the cramped area and his face almost pressed into your bulge. A devilish smirk blossoms on his face. His hands reach out to nudge the zipper before giving you pleading eyes.

"I want," He whines. Goo rubs his face over your clothed cock and you grip onto the leather seats, biting back a groan, before nodding.

His eyes glint as he almost tears the zipper down and your cock springs out. Goo's eyes widened; you didn't wear undergarments.

"What are you waiting for?" You lean forward, putting your head in your palm and tilting it. Your eyes glint cruelly. "Suck."

No hesitation was seen in his movements as Goo opened his mouth to envelope your cock. The taste of you on his tongue made his eyes roll backward to reveal pearly whites. He whimpered at the aching feeling of his erection, a hand sliding downwards to cup it.

Your rough hands grip onto his blond hair, making him tilt his head back. Little rivers of drool trail down his chin and drip onto his expensive suit but Kim Jonggoo doesn't give two shits. "You want this?" You forced his head down and he lets out a choked sound when your cock triggers his gag reflex. Your cruel smirk makes his little heart jump and you nudge his hard cock with your shoe. "Hump." Not surprisingly, Goo begins with vigor, your cock in his mouth and humping your shoe to ease the pain of his hard-on.

"You dirty little whore," You grunt and Goo almost cums from hearing your words. He nods, bobbing his head and hollowing his cheeks. "Such a professional cock sucker, hmm?"

You tightened your grip on his blond locks, your eyes meeting his teary ones. "You want to swallow or my cum splattered on your face?"

Goo urgently pointed to his throat and he sucked on your cock frantically, tongue swirling around the veiny parts.

"Fuck!"

You arch your back slightly off the leather seats as a wave of heat washed over you. Goo let out a grunt as he swallowed all of your cum before opening his mouth, revealing nothing.

"Tastes so good," He rasps out, swallowing again. His blond hair was mussed up and his glasses was fogged over. Yet, there was a glint of satisfaction in his eyes.

"You're not done yet," You nudge his erection with the tip of your leather shoes and Goo swallows a whimper. "You want a little help?"

There was no need for audible communication. You lifted him up by the arms and set him on your thigh. Getting the message, Goo slowly moved himself forward and backward in a slow pace before picking up. His calloused hands grip your shoulders and the only words he could say in his haze of lust was your name.

"Fuck!"

His back arched beautifully in the dim lighting of the car as he orgasmed, body shuddering and mouth open to let out a breathy moan.

Your pants were wet as Goo slumped forward, hair lolling and thumping on your shoulder. His open lips pressed on your button-up shirt and you ran a hand through his sweaty hair.

"Bored now?" You teased.

Goo gave you a middle finger and you laughed at his face, cheeks burning and his perfect image ruined.

...

"DID YOU GUYS FUCK IN MY CAR?!"

[two-white-butterflies]

hands of gold | aem. targaryen

Description: Aemond discovers a whore from the streets of silk. Her beauty surpasses words.

Rating: Mature 18+ [reader that is older than him, sex work]

Aemond wasn't the kind to fuck whores out in the open.

He kept his indulgences to himself, often using his hands instead of another woman's cunt - but something was different about tonight.

The itch between his legs was far too great to be extinguished by his fingers. He needed - a woman.

"Have your pick of them." the madame graciously offered her ladies for his bidding. His eye trails around the room - inspecting the maidens around him with reluctance. They were all beautiful - but you were the only one to catch his eye.

The woman wearing white - seated upon her bed. There was richness in your features, one that he only sees in his father's court. He would've assumed that you belonged to a higher-ranking family, if it weren't for the place that he discovered you in.

You could feel his gaze upon you - a tightness in his features. Despite his evident manliness, he looked out of place - nothing like the other customers. You rose from the bed, taking a step in his direction. "You like her? She's one of the few that the noble lords pay a pretty penny to fuck," the madame teased, seeing the smile on your face.

"My lord," you breathed - not giving him another second to change his mind. Soon enough, your hands were on his chest - eyelashes fluttering as you tried to make yourself look meek.

"I'll leave the both of you then," the madame winked at you - closing the door softly.

You were one of the lucky ones that stayed in the brothel long enough to be gifted your own room - of course, it doubled as your workstation, but it was fine - it was far away from the grasps of the common men. "What is your name?" he inquired - feeling your hands trail down to his groin. "Does not matter," you whisper.

"What is it that you desire?" you purred - his breath hitches. "What is your fantasy?" you ask - intrigued by the stoic facade he bore. Normally, the noble lords would strip themselves bare - not bothering to mention a single word - no sound, except their moans. He reaches for your chin - holding it properly so that he'd gaze upon your beautiful face again.

Oh, you could understand what he wanted now.

"Huh." he whispered, staring deep into your eyes. A small moan escapes your lips as he forced his fingers into your mouth. You kept your eyes open - looking up at him.

He removes his fingers from your mouth - reaching for the top of your head and pushing you down on your knees. Gods, you turned him on - juicy lips and eyes lined with kohl. You looked up at him again, embracing every indention of his body. He was different.

Your hands slide down to the buckle of his belt - freeing his cock ever so slowly. He didn't need to command you - you knew what he wanted. You could feel the pressure of the cobblestone on your knees, scraping it gently to create a purple bruise for tomorrow.

His cock springs free - a normal size, with large girth. You wrap your arms around it, pumping it a few times to spread the pre-cum. "Ah," he moaned - feeling the first rounds of pleasure. He pushes your head forward - mouth enveloping his girth. You bobbed your head up and down - gagging on his length.

With every swirl, his dignity shatters - all remains of it are left in your room. If this was a dream, he didn't desire to wake up.

He closed his eyes in pleasure - feeling your tongue circle his head. Swirling, gagging and spitting.

He opens his eye again, feeling the pleasure tread away from him. You were smiling at him, pumping his length and suddenly he loses all remnants of self-control.

He cums. On your face.

If this were any other day, he'd be ashamed at the rate of his submission - but you were in front of him and somehow, it felt right. He closes his eye again, feeling you rise to your full height. "Kirimvose," he whispers in a voice that he assumes that he'd be the only one hearing.

"You're welcome," you mumble licking cum off your fingers. You place your free hand on his shoulder. "I'll see you again, right?" you inquire, tilting your head slightly.

Oh, you'll see him again.

@bellstwd @nyctophilic0vitnir @fan-goddess @mizfortuna @watercolorskyy

[ashesofivory]

NIGHT-TIME NICOTINE 🚬

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: Javier knew cigarettes were bad for his health, but still, he smoke a few a day, due to the stress his work carried over. The thing is- he never expected that the same stuff that was slowly killing him, would led him to meet his new addiction.

Warnings: smoking, mention of drugs, third person, use of she/her, swearing, Javier just being the natural flirt he is.

A/N: God, this scenario has been stuck in my head for some days now, and a friend encouraged me to write it down, despite me not knowing how to write this kind of stuff. But I guess I have nothing to lose? Here goes nothing. (Also, English is not my first language :(.)

Javier had been standing outside for a while, his gaze focused on the flickering street laps all around the neighborhood. He took a drag of his Malboro cigarette, a cloud of smoke coming out of his lips in the following seconds. It had been a long day, without much progress in Escobar’s case, but still, a long, exhausting day. And for Javier, all he wanted now was for him to enjoy his cigarette, and the ones that would come after.

He looked up to the sky, the stars shining above and for a moment- he felt the world disappear. All his troubles seemed to fade away, except only the smell of nicotine and the visible smoke surrounding him.

The sound of footsteps snapped him out of his daze, out of that moment of peace and quiet. He turned his head, in the direction where the footsteps were coming from, the cigarette still in his lips.

“Evening.”

“Evening.” A woman with gorgeous shiny hair said, her voice quiet, like velvet to his ear.

She leaned against one of the street lamps, the one just in front of Javier. She was wearing a white tank top, and some low-waisted jeans- still, that didn’t mean the shape of her body couldn’t be noticed. She reached into one of her pockets, and took out a single cigarette, much thinner that the one he had between his lips, and lit it, the momentary fire of the lighter lighting up her face.

Peña let his gaze travel over her, starting with her head, then moving onto her face for a couple seconds, before finally landing on her hips. The Texan cleared his throat, and looked into her eyes while speaking.

“…You lost?” He chuckled a bit at the end of his sentence, before taking another puff of his cigarette.

“No, not lost. But hey, thanks for caring.” The woman answered, winking at him, before taking a drag of her own cigarette, the smoke soon surrounding her.

“You sure? There’s a lot of people who would love to do you bad around here…” Javi’s gaze was still on the woman, as his hand gripped onto the barrel of his pistol. “And I wouldn’t allow a fine looking woman like yourself get hurt. Not on my watch.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I’m not going to get hurt.“ She lifted up her shirt just a bit, revealing a small pistol on her belt.

It was common for some women in Colombia to carry weapons like that one, due to the amount of threat and danger they constantly were at, especially at night.

“But it’s nice to know someone has got your back.” She said, taking another drag, this one a bit longer.

Javier’s hand slowly loosened his grip onto the barrel of his weapon, raising and eyebrow and his lips curving up a bit at the side of her forearm. “That’s nice” He said, a crooked grin spreading across his face as he chuckled. “You got some guts carrying around a gun in a country like this. But I won’t tell anyone. Our secret” he rasped, along with a wink.

“Our secret” She repeated, winking lightly back at him, as she took another drag. The light of the street lamp flickering on top of her every now and then.

“May I ask; why are you out this late?” The DEA Agent asked, his eyes shifting over to look at the woman, his eyebrows furrowing slightly.

“I don’t like smoking inside my house. Smoking itself is already pretty bad, so I prefer the damage being done just to my lungs, not also to my furniture.”

“Well, seems like it’s reasonable enough.” He grinned, shaking his head at the idea. “It you don’t mind me asking, a gorgeous lady like you has to have a pretty name, right?” He asked, his eyes not leaving hers for a moment- he loved eye contact, and he was well aware he had an effect on women doing that.

“Y/N.” She answered, bringing her cigarette once more to her lips, taking another puff from it, leaving a slight lipstick stain on it.

For a split second, Javier wished he was that cigarette, her lips all over him, leaving marks with her beautiful lips on his tanned skin.

“Javier Peña. Nice to meet you, Y/N.” He said, her name leaving his lips sensually, as if he could repeat it a million times, and never get tired of it. “What brings you out here, gorgeous?”

“I live in the apartments just at the end of the street.” She then looked at the end of the street, her cigarette hanging at the edge of her lips.

“Is that a fact? Is it nice there?” Javier grinned, rising an eyebrow.

The truth is- he didn’t give a fuck about the apartments, he just wanted to hear her voice, her sweet, soft voice. It was like music to his ears, and he had heard many women’s talk before, even moaning his name into his ear, but for him, Y/N’s voice was unique, and he loved it.

“It’s nice, yeah. I mean, there’s nothing much to say. Just a bunch of apartments.” She laughed a bit at the question, at the silliness of it, before taking another drag from her cigarette. “What’s a man like you doing here so late in the day?”

“Well…” Javi sighed, “It’s been a long day. I’m a DEA Agent, so sometimes work just gets… overwhelming. And I know this neighborhood is pretty calm and quiet at this time, so I decided to walk for a bit while smoking.” Javier shrugged, looking away for a moment. “What brings you out this late, aside from wanting to smoke outside?”

“Nothing, really. Just smoking. I always smoke one cig before going to bed. How come I never see you around this neighborhood? Seems like you come here often.”

The Texan bit his lip at the question. He knew this neighborhood because many of the hookers he slept with lived here. But he couldn’t tell her that, he didn’t want to scare away the possibilities of spending some more time with him.

“Ah, so this is routine for you. Well, I don’t make myself seen a lot. I tent to blend in with the shadows.” He lied, before looking back at her. “Unless I see a pretty girl like you.” He winked at her, taking a drag from his own Malboro.

“Fair enough. You know, drug’s a problem in this neighborhood, just so you know. There’s almost a drug dealer in every corner.” She said, looking down at her feet.

“Really? If that’s the case, I’ll make sure to stick around, so none of these people come near you” He took some steps closer to her. “You won’t need to worry about these guys coming near you, not as long as I’m here.”

“I though you said you were a DEA Agent, not a personal bodyguard?” She smirked, before taking another drag.

Just when Javi though she couldn’t get any better- she also had a sense of humor, and a slight hint of teasing in her voice.

“That’s true. You got me.” He smirked. “But seems like I have to play bodyguard for you, now. I’ll take on the responsibility.”

“Thank you, Javi” she winked at him, before taking her last drag from her cigarette.

When he heard his name come out of her mouth, he felt the urge to push her against the street lamp, and take her there, his lips on hers, on her neck, on her collar bone. He could already feel his hands on her skin, going all over her body, on her skin, him just burning at the touch of her skin. He desired her, but not like he desired other woman. It was beyond what he was used to- and he couldn’t get enough of the feeling.

“Sadly,” her voice took him out from his thoughts. “I better be heading back now, my cigarette’s over.”

“If you say so, princess. Are you gonna be alright? Don’t you want me to walk you to your place?” He asked, with a wink.

“I’m gonna be alright, don’t you worry.” She threw her cigarette to the ground, stepping on it. “But thanks for the offer, bodyguard.”

“You have nothing to thank, gorgeous. As long as you’re safe. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to you.”

As he talked, she walked over to him, and took his cigarette from his mouth, bringing it to her lips, and taking a long drag from it, leaving a stain on it, before placing it back between his lips.

Javi was caught off guard, as his cigarette was taken from his lips and was now in hers, but he couldn’t avoid smirking at the view. “You’re such a tease.”

“I know. Now, you have the taste on my lips in that cigarette of yours. You’re welcome.” She said, placing a hand to his chest as she talked, before removing it and walking away, to her apartment, slowly disappearing into the shadows, out of Javier’s view.

He let out a sigh, and took a drag from the cigarette, her taste in it- sweet, perfect with the strong one coming from the nicotine. He shook his head with a chuckle.

“Damn… you really got me, princess.” He mumbled to himself.

Javier’s eyes stared ahead of him, as his hand went to his pocket. He had a look of playfulness and amusement still in his eyes, as a large grin was on his face. The Texan chuckled once more to himself. The though of having her taste on the cigarette, and now in his tongue was definitely going to make him go wild for the rest of the night.

“She was really something else.”

[natalievoncatte]

This isn’t really a ficlet. It’s more of a screen test. If I like it and you like it, this might be my next project after my SCBB fic is done. I’ll start posting excerpts of that soon!

CW: Mentions of death and dying, and loss.

Of all the things to kill Lena Luthor, it was a heel shearing off her shoe. It wasn’t even a proper high heel, just a two inch rise on a pair of rather stately shoes from a designer of no particular note. Lena had since passed on the Louboutins, and had long adopted more conservative cuts for her suits and dresses. She’d given up her title as CEO decades ago and now fulfilled the role of director emeritus of L-Corp’s research and development division.

It had been a good life, except for one glaring exception. She’d cured over twenty types of common cancers, developed vaccines, and almost personally reversed global warming. She had only one regret as the heel sheared off her shoe and she went tumbling down the stairs to the floor of the L-Corp lobby.

Curiously, she was only dimly aware of the pain. It was something distant, like it was happening to someone else. She heard more than felt a crushing blow to her hip and when the marble rushed up to fill her vision, the world simply went explosively white and the only thing she felt was cold.

The world stayed white, which had perplexed her. Lena had never believed in any sort of life after death, even though she had a vague sense of the supernatural. Her mother was rumored to be a witch in the Irish village where she grew up, and she’d been told as much when she visited as an adult to seek out her roots. She expected, well, nothing. Not even an awareness that there was nothing, just an absence. As she grew older, on those nights when her mortality came crashing down around her in the fitful depths of the early morning when sleep rejected her, she would rationalize death as simply not having to get up tomorrow.

She did not expect to find herself standing in her old office, the one from a lifetime ago. Her stark minimalist desk dominated the room. Without knowing why, she ran the pads of her fingers along its cool length, a ghost of a sad smile dusting her lips.

The sofa was there, too. She could barely bring herself to look at it. After Kara’s betrayal, she had disposed of it thoroughly and rearranged the office. She’d eventually be driven out of the room entirely by grief and settled into another office on a lower floor and began spending more time at home, but the penthouse gave her no solace, either, and she ended up selling it and ultimately moved the research and development department back to Metropolis and worked there.

Lena’s breath caught at the sight of a familiar photograph on one of her bookcases. She took it in trembling hands, knowing then that this must be an illusion or a dream, because she’d smashed the frame and shredded this photograph in her own two fingers.

It was her and Kara, faces pressed together and grinning, their eyes so radiant with joy that it burned Lena’s heart to see and she immediately hurled it across the room, hurling it at a vase of rare plumerias that Kara had brought for her, leaving behind a full belly and a soaring heart.

A hand plucked it casually from the air and set it on an end table near the sofa. Lena stood her ground, though her legs began to tremble.

Standing in her office was a man she didn’t know, dressed smartly in a black suit that would have been in fashion all those years ago. He had a curiously calm air about him, reserved and almost peaceful.

“Who are you?” said Lena. “I’m dead, right? Are you God? The Devil?”

“I am not a god, nor am I one of the true immortals, though it is said that in strange æons, even death may die.”

“Then who are you?”

“My name is Mxyzptlk. Kara might, perhaps, have told you of me.”

“No.”

He snorted softly.

“Typical. I am a very long lived being, Lena Luthor. My kind measure our lives in eons, and as a wise human once said, a foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds. For the last ten thousand years, I have been a troublemaker and an imp. Now I shall be something else. I have decided I shall be grand and wise.”

“What does that have to do with me?” said Lena.

“Not you. Kara. I still owe her a debt, and I must balance myself before I truly transition into my next iteration. I am here to balance that debt.”

“How?”

“By giving you the opportunity to give love one last chance.”

“I was never in love with-“

“Do not lie to me.”

Lena took a half step back, grabbing the desk for balance. Mxyzptlk took a few steps closer.

“I am as far beyond you as you are beyond an ant, the very forces of chaos and entropy heed my command. All time is an open book to me. Whether you admit it to yourself or not, you never married because you were hoping they Kara would stop giving you space and time to heal like you said you wanted, but never did.”

“How dare you? You don’t-“

“What Kara did to you, the way she manipulated her identities to confuse you, was cruel. Lying to you for so long was cruel.”

“Then why should I take you up on whatever this is?”

“A do-over. You’ll go back with your memories intact. You’ll have the chance to set right what once went wrong, and so will she. Or you can avoid her entirely and seek happiness elsewhere. You can leave National City behind or refuse her lunch invitations or whatever it is you think you wish you’d done. I’m not here to force you to love her. I’m giving you another chance, in truth, on her behalf. One she would pigheadedly refuse out of some misplaced sense of morals or decency.”

“Have you offered this to her?”

“No. Where she has gone now, I cannot follow. I can’t even show you where she is: her god has taken her home to his warm light. She rests in the lush fields of a prehistoric Krypton she never knew, spending eternity with her family. Rao has even used his strength and purpose to talk Mother Sol into allowing the Danvers into his domain.”

Lena’s voice cracked. “What?”

“Kara passed earlier today on Argo, from old age and cumulative injuries from her time as Supergirl, without a yellow star to protect her from them.”

“It sounds like she’s happy,” said Lena, turning away. “I… I still want her to be happy.”

“Rao is a bold god, a strong and protective one, but he is an honest lord. He does not give her the gift of forgetting, and perfect memory of love lost can be make a hell of heaven.”

“She loved me?”

“As much as you loved her. Enough to let you go.”

Lena’s hands began to shake. “It’s been so long. How-“

There was a knock at the door. Lena jumped, almost falling.

Mxyzptlk flashed to her side, crossing the space without moving.

“Choose now.”

“Who’s out there?”

“I don’t know. Whoever has the strongest claim over your soul, I suppose. You must choose now; to delay a true god is beyond even me.”

Lena swallowed, hard.

“Do it,” she whispered.

The world went mad. Everything was spinning, and trying to throw her stomach out of her body through her nose. The acrid smell of jet fuel and burning electronics stung her nose. The pilot beside her was unconscious.

And then…

The spinning slowed, and she was no longer falling. A gentle sense of lift raised her into the air, the city falling away from the cracked glass in front of her. Very gently, the helicopter came to rest on the roof, and she glimpsed a familiar figure in a cape and skirt, and her heart nearly exploded in her chest. There was a gust of wind that rocked the chopper and ice crystals crawled over the glass, crackling in the National City sunshine.

Then, she was there. Kara tore the door loose in a single, fluid motion and climbed inside, pausing to check the pilot, peering through flesh and bone to asses his injuries.

Then she looked at Lena.

Kara’s breath caught, and her pupils blew wide. Kara stared at Lena like she was something knew, unknown and wondrous, the edges of her lips curling just so despite the self serious tone as she asked if Lena was okay.

It was her. Alive, here, now. Lena couldn’t help herself; she lifted a trembling hand to cup Kara’s soft cheek, without thinking. Her throat nearly closed and no words escaped her lips. She just felt that warm, soft skin and stared right back into Kara’s otherworldly eyes, savoring the tickle of Kara’s loose honey curls slipping over the back of her hand.

“Miss Luthor,” Kara said. “Your heart is racing. We’d better get you an ambulance.”

“You saved me,” Lena whispered.

“That’s what I do,” said Kara, winking at her.

Lena almost died again.

[percheduphere]

Loki Season 2 - End Game Theories Part 2

Part 1: (read here)

Part 2:

5.) Mobius's Plotline

6.) Sylvie's Role

7.) John = Mobius?

8.) The Original Timekeepers & Time Paradoxes

He is so wounded and lost. If he can't get a hug from anybody, he'll settle for something sweet to eat.

MOBIUS'S PLOTLINE

As I mentioned in Part 1 of my theory dump, Mobius is narratively positioned to be at his lowest point. Renslayer claims he cannot make the hard decisions or the sacrifices required to do what must be done, Brad accuses Mobius of being a nobody, and Sylvie accuses Mobius for not taking the danger facing the multiple timelines seriously (more on this in Sylvie's section).

*Sidenote: I bet Mobius has a really common name like John. More on this in John = Mobius? section.

With the latest screen captures of the mid-season trailer, it's confirmed we will see Mobius in his original timeline, but we don't know HOW he gets there. I believe there are 3 possibilities:

1.) The Loom explosion immediately throws everyone back into their original timelines (with possible exception to the gods).

2.) Mobius, with the TVA falling apart, chooses to return to his original timeline, believing that he is not necessary and will only cause more harm.

3.) The TVA and its inhabitants (with exception of the gods) slowly spaghettify and Mobius bids Loki farewell.

The images below suggest #2 and/or #3, but Loki's attire gives me pause. Unless he travels backwards or forwards in time, who would put him in the jumpsuit and collar in the present? Himself via magic, to relive how they first met before a final goodbye? If it is a final goodbye, why are they not embracing like in S1? Because it's too painful?

I wish I could figure out the timing of this moment because of its impact on the story.

If it happens BEFORE Mobius returns to his original timeline, we know Loki and Sylvie will seek him out.

If if happens AFTER Mobius is returned to his original timeline, then Loki and Sylvie found Mobius, and Mobius chose not to stay.

Regardless, when Loki finds Mobius, he does not expect Mobius to have no memory of him. (Again, sigh)

Another possibility is that this Mobius is not Loki's Mobius, and that Loki's Mobius will eventually see what could have been his life as an observer. This option, however, lowers the stakes and thus seems unlikely.

Whatever the case, I think we will find that Sylvie's and Mobius's narrative positions will be reversed in the last 2 episodes. Pre-Loom explosion, Loki and Mobius needed to convince Sylvie to join them. Post-Loom explosion, Loki and Sylvie will need Mobius back.

But the cost will be exceptionally high. Mobius was right: he knew knowing his life being incredibly good will tempt him away from the TVA and all the responsibilities, violence, and stress that come with it. He will need to give up his dream job, a lovely home in the suburbs, and family. Mobius won't be the only one challenged by making this choice, the weight of it will fall on Loki's shoulder's, too, and Loki needs to articulate how much Mobius means to him because Mobius has been more vocal and active in tending to their relationship, Ep 2 not withstanding.

We know why Loki would be motivated to find him, but what would motivate Sylvie to bring Mobius back? How can she help Loki facilitate this?

SYLVIE'S ROLE

We know that Sylvie has the ability to see other people's memories through enchantment. It's possible she will either share her memories with Mobius directly or act as a conduit between Loki and Mobius. The latter makes more sense since Loki has more positive memories of Mobius at the TVA than Sylvie does. I think she will offer to do this because: 1.) She wants to protect her timeline, and 2.) Like Loki, she will come to realize Mobius means more to her than she thought.

From what we've seen of Sylvie in her 1982 McDonald's timeline, she understandably wants nothing more than to live a calm life and make friends of her own. All of this is perfectly valid, and she is deserving of a peaceful life.

Her outburst at Mobius during the pie scene strikes me as a projection of her own guilt and feelings of helplessness, which she does not yet have the tools to deal with in a healthy way. Sophia is an exceptional actress: her micro-emotions shift from guilt to anger so quickly it is almost imperceptible if you're not watching closely. Sylvie is very much Loki as he used to be: deflecting responsibility by blaming others, mocking softness as a weakness, outbursts of yelling and violence. She wants to be left alone! And yet ...

*Sidenote: I jumped out of my seat when I saw that kid's name tag: it says "John", my personal original timeline name for Mobius since forever ago.

This is a lie. Sylvie never wanted to be alone. She wanted a place to feel happy and safe.

Look at that smile. Are you kidding me? How can anyone hate her? Mobius wants pie and hot cocoa. Sylvie wants a fast food job. Both want the comfort of normalcy. So does Loki. All of them deserve happiness.

She seems to have found a degree of these things in the 1982, Broxton, Oklahoma, Branched Timeline. Someone, however, enabled her to make a living there by getting her a job at a fast food chain ...

JOHN = Mobius?

This theory is quite a reach since the timeline is a branch, but the dates map out just right. If John (Mobius?) can't drive yet in 1982, he'd be 15, which makes his birthday 1967. Assuming this story is set in 2023 and John is Mobius, that makes John/Mobius 56. Owen Wilson is 54. Pretty darn close! I mean, look at that hand-hip pose and brown/neutral color scheme, not to mention his enthusiasm for the menu. The tie suggests he's a shift manager (someone with promising leadership skills), and he has a distinct accent.

If this kid pays off as being teen!Mobius, then I don't doubt Sylvie has a certain affection for him. In the parking lot, she asks if his mom is going to pick him up and he assures her, yes, he'll be okay. He then asks if he will see her at work the next day, and she in turn assures him she will. (If someone can find a gif of this, please let me know!) What was the point of this interaction, if not to show that Sylvie is capable of making friends and showing care towards others? If John is in fact Mobius, then what irony: they will soon create the TVA and work alongside one another again!

Sylvie will likely also feel more compassion towards Mobius if she met him as a teen. She seems to have a soft spot for kids, seeing as she gave a kid a Kablooie! which allowed Mobius and Loki to find her in S1. If John isn't Mobius, then Sylvie has at least 1 person in a timeline to protect, and that will motivate her to bring Mobius back.

They will be friends. We know, based on the image below, that they're going to make amends. We know it's going to be okay. They will unite as the 3 timekeepers because it is the right and hard thing to do. Sylvie will stay and (at least until HWR is dealt with) so will Mobius.

THE ORIGINAL 3 TIMEKEEPERS AND TIME PARADOXES

I've written before in asks to @bebx and @mobius-m-mobius that I believe the story is in a timeloop, whereby killing HWR triggers a series of events which causes Loki (and possibly Sylvie) to recruit Mobius, B-15, and Casey from their respective timelines, which means their pasts. Because the TVA is destroyed by the Loom explosion, the TVA consequently needs to be created.

And I suspect the Loom, which constrains the number of branches that can exist, was put in place by HWR after the TVA was formed by the Loki and Sylvie when they went into the past to recruit the people they've already worked with.

HWR said, "See you soon" after Sylvie kills him.

Because the Loom exploded, the Loom no longer exists.

Since the Loom no longer exists, multiple timelines come to being with variants of Kang.

Loki, Mobius, and Sylvie form an alliance against Kang to protect all timelines.

To do this, Loki and Sylvie must find Mobius in his timeline, which for the purposes of the TVA, takes place in the past.

The TVA is therefore created in a past that is running along concurrent timestreams in which the TVA already exists or is in the process of being destroyed. Remember: branches run concurrently but at different points in time. Sacred Timeline Loki's timestream is ahead of L1130 Loki's timestream; LL1130 Loki is in Sacred Timeline Loki's past before he diverges.

The TVA's original purpose was to monitor for threats like HWR and combat him.

At some point, HWR and Ravonna infiltrate the TVA and wipe everyone's memory. Note that Loki suspects it's happened more than once. They likely do this on a different concurrent timestream while Loki, Mobius, and Sylvie are actively forming an alliance and combating him in another concurrent timestream. This is why the original 3 timekeepers are consistently missing. They are in the TVA's past and future at the same time but never truly in the TVA's present. HWR rules the TVA's present.

They wipe memories once (1) to make everyone forget the original timekeepers (Loki, Mobius, Sylvie) when HWR wants to be responsible for the Sacred Timeline. His image is then brought to the TVA, the Loom is installed, and pruning begins. HWR ensures that only his temporal aura can access systems when Miss Minutes overrides TVA's control.

They do it a second time (2) to make everyone forget HWR when he gets tired of his role and wants to retire via death. The 3 timelords imagery and robots are put in place to create a lore based on fact.

HWR, being a megalomanic, does not want anyone else to govern time even though he's too fed-up with it to do it himself. He will count on another HWR to do this form him.

HWR paving the road for Loki and Sylvie to find him was never about giving them the power to govern time (lies!). He needed them to facilitate a timeloop in which HWR always returns to create and control the sacred timeline in the TVA's present.

Sylvie kills him. The "end of time" takes place. The timelines branch uncontrollably. The Loom explodes. Loki, Sylvie, and Mobius build the TVA in the past.

Rinse and repeat.

The loop in itself calls into question free will.

Loki, Sylvie, and Mobius need to figure out how to break out of the loop.

This is a lot! If you made it this far, thank you so much for reading. I hope you enjoyed. Let me know what you think!

[ckret2]

What is the equivalent of the phrase "Oh my God" that Bill uses? Is he mentioning some god figure from his home dimension or is he using “Oh my me” or “Oh my Axolotl”?

He doesn't use anything.

Have you ever heard an atheist say "oh my big bang" instead of "oh my god"? In common usage, the word "god" in "oh my god" is merely part of a stock phrase and not a declaration of belief. In fact, changing "god" to another term would instantly make it more religious, since if you just say "oh my god" it's like "well maybe they believe in a god or maybe they're just using the phrase," but if you say "oh my [something else]" it's like "they DEFINITELY believe in [something else] so passionately that they changed the phrase just to emphasize how much they believe in it."

If Bill ever used the phrase, he would use it like a foreign word pronounced omaigohd that's just an exclamation that communicates a specific emotional meaning to English-speakers (anger, shock, excitement)—and he's not going to get all cutesy while speaking a foreign language to draw attention to something irrelevant. This exclamation isn't an avenue to announce his religious beliefs.

There ARE issues he feels passionately enough about that he'd break away from common English. Unless he's in "pretending to be human" mode, at any place where a human would naturally refer to themself as "a person," "a woman/man," "female/male," "she/he," Bill will refer to himself as "a shape," "a triangle," "triangular," "it," even in contexts where that sounds weird to the humans. His gender is triangle and that matters to him. Religion does not.

At any rate, there's no [something else] he could fill into the phrase. He knows for a fact that there are figures powerful enough to alter reality—he is one. He suspects on good evidence that there are even more powerful figures that can conjure an entire universe from nothing—he is not one. He considers "power" and "divinity" to be separate things, he doesn't think powerful figures are divine, and he doesn't think the divine is real. He thinks "god" is an artificial social label, like "king," that only exists when enough people concur that it's real and stops existing when enough people stop respecting it. He thinks "god" is what the weak call the powerful when they've been fooled into thinking the powerful deserve worship. He thinks he's one of the powerful that fools the weak. He doesn't think he's a god—except when he's lying to himself very well—but he loves how it feels when other people call him a god, so he encourages it. He doesn't consider anybody god, he doesn't obey or respect any authority, and generally the more powerful a being is, the more he dislikes them on principle. One trillion years ago, the beliefs he was raised with were the sort a white American boomer experiencing a religious crisis would insist are "spiritual but not religious." He briefly thought gods might be real in his youth, but never worshiped any.

But all that aside—his vocabulary simply doesn't include the phrase "oh my god." He doesn't want to imply he even might worship something—he's too proud and that pride is too fragile. If he has to make an exclamation, it'll be something entirely different—"Oh boy." "Oh, come on!" "You're kidding me." "Seriously?" "Whoa!" "Wow!" "No way," maybe hysterical laughter—whatever's fitting in a given situation. Several times in the fic I've had to go find a different phrase where if he was another character I could've just put "omigosh".

[rinatic]

Call me babe | Nakamoto Yuta

Pairing: collegestudent!yuta x fem!reader

Genre: college students, popular boy yuta, fluff in the end

Word count: 1700+

Warnings: jealous and protective yuta

A/n: i had a hard time choosing a member for this oneshot, so i decided it's yuta :)

"I hate yuta, i really do."

"Of course you do, sane people hate him."

"Then the rest of the female population in the campus aren't normal."

Your best friend rolls her eyes at the mention of yuta, who you just admitted to hate. While in reality, he was your crush.

As you fix your hair, flicking it over your shoulders. You thought of him. I don't have a crush on him! He's an asshole! He doesn't deserve my time. You tell yourself repeatedly. But the voice in your head keeps coming up and 'corrects' these thoughts. You do love him, you just hate how popular he's with women and you can't do anything about because he's not yours.

And that's a fact.

"Ugh, why is he so handsome? Why does god keeps creating assholes with pretty faces?" Your best friend shots a look in your way through the glass reflection and you continue pretending to fix your clothes and ignore the glare.

Yes, he's handsome, annoyingly handsome. Everyone knows that and there's no denying in that part, but the streak of arrogance and his attitude cancels out the sexiness.

"Handsome or not, he's still an asshole." She says as she applies some mascara.

You kinda felt mad when she said that. Yes he's an asshole, but no one should call him that except me. You thought. You two ledt the bathroom and walked the hallway together.

There he was, standing with the group of trash men he's with everyday. You stare at the back of his head. His perfect long brown hair has passed his ears. You don't think you've seen him with long hair before. Damn, he must look good.

He always looks good. Even if he's wearing the most terrible outfit in the world.

He turns around and you find yourself staring at him, these long brown strands definitely made him become hotter.

Damn.

To say you two run in different crowds is putting it mildly. And that's what you hate the most. You both are the complete opposites, you have literally nothing in common and that what has been holding you back from opening a conversation with him for a long time, you know you can talk to people with different interests well, but if you talk to him, you feel like you'll look like the biggest loser in the world.

It's not like you have a chance to talk to him anyways, most of the time, he's either with his homies, or with those girls who are always glued to him. And you don't think he would think of you as someone interesting. Because when he finds someone interesting, he talks to them instantly, but you've never even greeted each other. There is absolutely no reason whatsoever for him to know you exist and you assure yourself that fine with that.

Even though it hurts a little.

"His hair looks like a mop." She says as she laughs, you curse under my breath. A fake smile appears on your lips. "Yeah, you're right," you lie, cautiously gazing at him. "I can clean this hallway with his hair." I may be mocking his ass but the last thing I want is for him to actually hear me. You thought to yourself.

Yuta looks in your way, his tongue dancing with a lolipop. His eyes meet yours and your body immediately becomes stiff. It's as if time has stopped. He smirks at you before sucking on it, shifting his eyes back to his best friends.

It may sound dramatic, but you actually stopped yourself from unleashing a scream, you felt the urge to scream like a fan just because he gave you that look. If i turn into a whore there’s only one person to blame for it. Him.

You hoped your bestie didn't notice what just happened. You lick your lips as you look at the other way, you waant to avoid him, everytime your eyes meet your feelings become obvious and you don't want that. You don't want anyone to see that, especially your best friend..

..and him.

"I'm so bored." She mutters. "Me too, I'm going to get us coffee." You head to the cafeteria without giving her a chance to reply. Maybe drinking coffee will stop you from daydreaming about him. It became a routine to think about him for a good hour. Damn, i just have a crush on him and i'm like this, what will i do if he was my boyfriend?

The thought actually formed butterflies in your stomach.

You stand up and look at every listed drink. "Hello.." the cashier trailed with a smile as he saw you approaching the counter. "Hi, is the coffee machine working?" You ask, last time you came to get some coffee last week, there was another cashier who told you that it broke. So you decided to ask before ordering.

"Thank god, it wasn't working last time i came." You said. "Sorry about that." You muttered a small 'it's okay'.

"If it wasn't working now, i would've fixed it just for you." He smiled warmly and put his arms on the counted, giving off a friendly vibe. You blushed a little at his words and he giggled. "So cute."

"What would you like to order, cutie?" His smile faded slowly but you didn't notice. "I'll take one small coffee.. and-"

"Make it two."

A deep voice trailed from behind you, it was sunny so you can see a shadow hovering over your body. Turning around. It was none other than nakamoto yuta. His gaze snags on yours as he clears his throat.

"I've been searching for you, babe." His voice is husky and loud. Your heart thuds. Hard. Like it came to a complete and utter stop. How am I still alive? You thought. Swallowing the saliva that bulit up in your mouth. "Fine." You don't know how you managed not to stutter, even though you feel like your knees will betray you any moment.

Why would he call me babe? What game is he playing? You thought. Yeah, yuta is a player that's why you toned down how you feel at the moment, you won't let yourself get excited over it.

Those dark brown eyes of his never leaving you. You're the one who has to look away first. His gaze twists you up inside. So you decided to keep your attention on the cashier.

"Who were you going to buy coffee for?" He asks, he's not looking at you this time. The tone of his voice is much calmer. You don't even know why was aggressive the cashier earlier. You think of a reply as your lips form a straight line. "Why you're asking?" You decided not to tell him that it's for your best friend, you want to know what drove him to ask this question.

"Don't drink anything with him."

He says, straightforwardly and his gaze doesn't meet yours yet. Did he notice him flitting with you? A shiver moves down your spine due to his deep voice but you ignore it. "Why though?"

"Just don't. Don't trust any man here."

"Including you?"

"Except me."

You stop talking and stare at the coffee that is being made. Ignoring the fact that your heart beats loudly like it's going to brust out of your chest. You clear your throat. Why the fuck is time moving so slow? You thought. Even though you like him and acknowledge the effect he has on you. Yuta was now making you grow hotter the more you're standing with him. It became so hot, even though it's currently winter.

You catch a glance of him, he's glaring so hard at the poor boy, you don't want to jump to conclusions, but you couldn't help but think that he's jealous. You try to convince your mind that he's not but that voice in your head keeps hitting you with it.

Finally, he comes with your coffee. Yuta's attention falls on it. "Are you sure you don't want anything else?" The cashier asks warmly. In a second, yuta reaches for your shoulder and glues you to his side, putting his arm protectively on your shoulder without touching you much. His warm embrace warmed you and tge smell of his fresh cologne hit your nostrills. "If my girlfriend wanted something, she would've said." He practically throws the money on the counter.

My girlfriend? God.. he sounded so fucking sexy. your mind fixated on that word.

He drags you softly with him away, as if the cafeteria is a bad place he's protecting you from. You really want an explanation, but there's no time for that, that's what he thinks.

"I could've paid for mine though." You mumble quietly. He takes out his lolipop and takes a sip, ignoring what you said. Then he gives you his and you wonder why, in a moment, he grabs yours and takes a sip of it.

"Hmm, it's safe." He says before you can protest. He smiles at you brightly. Before putting the lolipop in his mouth again, with a smirk, he hands you your drink and steps to the back slowly. "Y/n! Don't forget to call me babe too." He waves at you before rushing back to his friends. You smile at how he called your name. Gosh, he's cute. You thought.

You stand there dumbfounded. Wondering what the hell he meant, as you held your coffee in your other hand, something fell to the ground. You kneel and take it, it's a tiny folded piece of paper. Opening it

"Call me, love 2553-****?" You read what's in it, you slowly proceed everything, resulting in a cute smile appearing on your face, you jump like a kid as you hug the paper to your chest. You stare at the paper for a little and take a sip of the coffee, specifically from the spot he drank from.

You felt guilty because of how you thought of him before, you thought he was the ultimate fuckboy due to the stories othere gossip abouy around which are probably fake. Lots of people are jealous of him so maybe they did portray him as an asshole because of that? He's a sweetheart and it's totally unexpected.

"There you are!" Your best friend walks to you with exhaustion. You brush your thoughts away upon seeing her, hoping she didn't see you with him.

"You're drinking- wait! Y/n!! Where's my coffee?!"

[quinloki]

Can you write for zoro,law, and shanks on brat taming, sensory play, and lingerie

Pretty please 🥺

Ooooh what an interesting mix \o/

I like all these character too and have pretty solid head canons for them, so this is a good way to get going for the morning.

We'll do this by character =)

Roronoa Zoro:

Brat Taming - Yes - Zoro isn't against dealing with a brat. He might need some time to get good at the whole taming part of the equation, but as mentioned before he's a good student. He becomes adept at turning your bratty behaviors back onto you, teasing you, denying you, and sometimes punishing you. There's a few times where he even heads you off at the pass, picking up on your behavior before you really get into it and putting you soundly in your place.

Sensory Play - FUCK Yes - Something about the way your breath comes out when you can't see or hear him makes a rush run through him. The whimpers and squirms from wax or ice cubes, the twitches from light touches - just the way your entire body goes on edge once your senses are limited. He'll tease that you need more training, but you can never hear the whispered words when he says them. Which works well for him, if you could train out of your reactions he'd miss them.

Especially when your body curls and flexes in need and his name tumbles from your unsure lips.

Lingerie - Sure - Zoro's not a clothing/fashion guy. He doesn't dislike clothes or anything, and he can certainly appreciate the look of you in lingerie. But if he's being honest, there's not much difference between a lacy teddy and when you wear his shirts or strut your way into his lap in nothing but socks. Undressing you doesn't irritate him, but getting to put his hands on your skin directly is what he wants the most.

He has learned that having you strip for him is something he enjoys, but mostly because it can make you squirm.

Trafalgar Law:

Brat Taming - FUCK Yes - Law has no issues dealing with brats, being a bit of a brat himself once those bedroom doors close. He'll let you drag out your behavior sometimes, and other times he'll cut you off at the pass. Depends on what mood he's in, honestly. But always by the end of things you're either eating out of the palm of his hand, or a complete and exhausted mess of condoms, orgasms, and a bright red ass.

Sensory Play - Oh god you don't even know - Law's sadistic streak can come out with this one. From denying your senses to overloading them, to a deliciously cruel mix of the two. He'll have to you worried he's left you alone in the room, using feathers and thin strings to make you second guess if you're being touched or just imagining things. He'll have you covered in so much wax you could almost be a candle yourself, and he especially enjoys cooling your skin with ice.

Lingerie - FUCK Yes - Once your relationship progresses, Law's is very likely to buy you lingerie. One or two really nice set pieces at least. He'll try to tailor what he gets you based on what you like, with at least one exception. If you don't like lace, for example, there'll be at least one lacy set, and if you've been being bratty you can be sure you'll be wearing it. If you're lucky it'll only be during a session, if you're not you'll be wearing it under your clothes for a whole day.

Shanks:

Brat Taming - Yes - Shanks is the kind of guy who will indulge in almost any kink you have, but don't let his "low" rating of this put you off. His enthusiasm is pretty even no matter what he's doing, so long as he's doing it with you. Playing the brat with a guy who has some of the best observation haki is not a game you're going to win, but it is something you'll enjoy. Even without the haki, Shanks has plenty of experience, he can read you and the situation well enough, and he expertly wraps you around his little finger in all the ways you didn't even know you needed.

Sensory Play - FUCK Yes - Shanks loves to tease. If there's a common theme in his likes and dislikes, it's how much he gets to make you wiggle and squirm. Physically, emotionally, mentally, it doesn't matter - as long as you're enjoying whatever torment he's putting you through he's reveling in it. Sensory play adds so much, and it's so easy to mix it in with other kinks and actions that he rarely leaves it out. From caressing you with feathers, to ice and wax to sensory deprivation - he'll have you shuddering in orgasm without even directly touching you.

Lingerie - Fuck Yes - He appreciate it when you dress up in nice things. Long weeks at sea and what everyone wears tends toward the functional, and being a tactile person I think he appreciates the feel of something different like lingerie. Just like with Stockings/hose, he appreciates the whole package - the allure of it, the feel of it, the fact that you can wear it under your usual clothes and tease him endlessly throughout the day doesn't hurt either. Shanks appreciates a good build up, and all the things it can lead to.

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