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anxietysslave · 2 years

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How the dangerous fellows characters react to you having a caffine addiction:

Idk man- I'm running on zero sleep and an energy drink- So I thought why not? I'll probably do one for Obey me as well bc idk-

Characters included: Ethan, Zion, Eugene, Harry, Lawrence, Scarlet, Judy, Hailey, Sue, and Jay

Ethan:

-Okay, to be fair, he probably notices it, but won't stop it unless it becomes dangerous-

-He may not notice it, but there are times he'd be concerned. He'd walk into your house and see all the caffeinated beverages and be like, "Uh, Ma'am/Sir/Mx, are you mentally okay?" Please talk to him if you just want someone to listen-

-But if anything happens like you end up in the hospital, he'll feel so bad. Please hug him-

-Overall, if you're trying to stop a caffeine addiction, he'll help you. But otherwise, he won't force anything-

Zion:

-Okay hear me out, this man has a major caffeine addiction-

-Like during school you'd probably catch him having either an energy drink or like a 12 pack of soda-

-I've seen someone carry an actual 12 pack of soda, and the dude acted like Zion- So that's my reasoning-

-If you need a soda or somethin, this man got it.

-If you're trying to quit, he's not the best one for that.

-He's the type that would just walk up to you and hand you some sorta caffeinated beverage. Why? Don't know. You're welcome-

-Don't open this man's locker- I'm telling you now. Because the second you do, you're just going to find it filled iwth other 12 packs and lonesome energy drinks-

Eugene:

-Okay, he's on the spectrum having a caffeine addiction, but also not. Like you can see him drinking something with caffeine in it, but then he won't touch it for like 2 weeks after

-He'll probably just scoff and tell you that it's bad for you.

-If you're dating, he'll try and drag you to drink other things. It doesn't have to be caffeine free, but just something with less caffeine. He'd try and keep it so you wouldn't know, but you do-

-I'd say he's a pretty good person to get over a caffeine addiction with. Probably does make some remarks, but he doesn't mean it- Baby's just a tsundere-

-If your addiction is really bad, I could see him grabbing your drink and just chugging it- He doesn't like to waste things, but also has declared you've had enough caffine for one day-

Harry:

-If you're good friends, he'd probably discourage it and would be worried. But he wouldn't be all over you about it. I mean, Zion's also got an addiction as well-

-But if you're lovers... He'd probably try and help you get away from it.

-Like Eugene, he'd try and get you to try other drinks. Tea, juice, flavored water, etc..

-If you're trying to quite, bruh this man's got you. Want help cleaning out caffeine? He's got you. Need a drink? He's taking you. He's overall a 100000/10 for any sort of addiction.

-If you offer him an energy drink, he'd probably become slightly hyper- If it's not a sweet one, his face would scrunch up- He'd tell you it wasn't bad, but you can tell he doesn't wanna hurt your feelings-

Lawrence:

-Addiction? Nah, he wouldn't allow it-

-But theoretically with him stealing all the caffeine and throwing it out, he'd be very concerned.

-Would totally read random facts about how bad caffeine is

-Since he's pretty manipulative, I could see him being the type of person to start drinking caffeine and drink it as much as you do so you stop. I mean, you wouldn't want him injured, right..?

-Overall, not a good man to have an addiction around- Please someone bop this man with a newpaper-

-Trying to quit? Don't worry, he's already thrown out all of the caffeine- He won't even let you go to the store with him in fear of you buying soda.

-If you're really addicted, he'd help you by giving you small amounts. He doesn't like the addiction, but also doesn't want you in pain. (Quitting addictions abruptly is not good. Certain ones are dangerous, while others just cause minor annoyances like headaches and stuff. I know because I have a caffeine addiction-;'))

Jay:

-Really doesn't care. He's the type to look the other way.

-He's the type to believe caffine isn't dangerous for you.

-Are you trying to quit? Okay, cool- He doesn't really care.

-If you are closer to him, he still wouldn't care much. The only time he would be if something happened to you.

-If you aren't looking, he'd probably steal your drink. Not to help you, but it just looked good-

Scarlet:

Yeah, she kinda hopes it kills you-

-That is, unless it's like an enemy to lovers or enemies to friends kinda deal.

-She'd say remarks all the time.

-Probably would also read to you the facts about how unhealthy it is.

-If you're trying to quit, she'd legit grab everything caffeinated and throw it out. No buts-

Judy:

You can't tell me this woman doesn't run on energy drinks.

-Talk to her about good flavors of caffeinated beverages. She knows a lot-

-If you're trying to quit, she'd quite with you. She cares too much about you to let you go through that by yourself.

-Please hug her. She's so sweet-

-She'd come over to your house at like 3 and be carrying a whole box of energy drinks and snacks. Get ready because you're gonna be drinking that and watching movies for the rest of the night- Tired? Go ahead, drink another.

Hailey:

-Tbh, I don't think she's ever had any energy drinks- Maybe has had one soda, but hates it.

-She'd try and act like it doesn't bother her, but you can clearly tell it does.

-She'd warn you that it's unhealthy, but would leave it at that.

-If you end up in a hospital, she'd cry- Please hug her. She's sensitive.

-If you're trying to quit, she'd be so happy-

-Every time you open a caffeinated drink around her, she'd probably step a few feet away from you. I feel like she has a sensitive nose, so she doesn't want that smell near her-

Sue:

-If you aren't close to her, all she'd do is look at you in disgust.

-She has had both energy drinks and soda, but finds it disgusting. If it's coffee, though, that's a different story.

-She'd tell you, the health benefits of things like coffee and tea, but would also counter it by explaining how unhealthy other caffeinated beverages are.

-If you're trying to quit, she'd give you some tips but that's about it.

-She doesn't know much about good flavors of soda or energy drinks, but if it's coffee, she's the best one to ask. Probably makes the best coffee you'll ever have-

#headcannons #caffine #x reader #dangerous fellows #Lawrence #Eugen #Zion #Harry #Ethan #Sue #Judy #Scarlet #Jay

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leonskennedysfavoritewife · 4 months

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Sobriety - DILF! Leon Kennedy x female!Reader

Word Count: 4k PART 2

MINORS DNI! 18+

Warnings! Mentions of Alcoholism, Masturbation, Pillow Riding, Sex, Praise Kink, Age-Gap relationship, Depressive themes.

Others: No use of Y/N, After-Care, Leon being unable to take hints.

(Loosely based on a JAI bot by BBSUSHI)

Another night. Another bottle. Or two. Or more.

The same old routine for Leon Kennedy. Sure- he knew his liver would be fucked at some point. Though, he didn’t give a shit after everything. It was either die from excessive drinking or get killed by some mutated B.O.W. from hell- another frightening creature to add to his collection of nightmares.

Leon groaned- trying to not think about any of it- after all- that’s what the liquor was supposed to be doing. He was currently sprawled lazily on his chair, the TV playing some crappy rerun of a show he didn’t even watch- just had on for the background noise and company- until… there was a knock.

Who the fuck is bothering at this hour?

He had grumbled to himself, swaying as he stood up. It took everything in him not to crash into the glass coffee table or any other delicate furniture. He reached for his gun, tucked into a drawer of the entrance table. He squinted, blurred vision through the peephole, but couldn’t see straight enough to tell who it was.

His mind raced with thoughts. Maybe it was someone from Umbrella come to finally kill him- or maybe Claire and Chris wanting to drag him to another bullshit AA meeting. Or maybe a fellow agent coming to tell him he’s needed for one more grueling, back breaking mission.

He pushed any morbid thoughts aside- hand undoing the chain on the door and fumbling for the door in record time- swinging it open with the gun pressed to the other side just in case- which might be a terrible idea while plastered, but whatever.

“What the hell do you wan-“ he started, his voice catching in his throat. Stood in front of him was a young woman- probably young enough to be his daughter- if he had ever been able to have children. He lowered the gun from its place- storing it into the back of his sweatpant’s waistband for now.

The girl was pretty- no- more than just pretty, gorgeous even. He shook his head, mumbling what sounded like a possible drunken apology.

You, however, spoke up loud and clear-but equally apologetic in nature.

“I’m so sorry- I just moved in and I figured I’d go around introducing myself to my neighbors. I’m throwing a little moving-in-celebration tomorrow and wanted to invite everyone on this floor.”

Leon raised an eyebrow, scoffing.

“A celebration, huh? Look- don’t you know how dangerous it is inviting strangers into your home?...” he muttered- his tone rude from him being hammered and -too stubborn to apologize for the drunken outburst when he had answered the door moments ago. He would blame this on his raging migraine later.

You crossed your arms, a little defensive but able to tell whatever he had going on was letting his frustration take over. You were perceptive enough to know that much- along with the fragrant smell of whiskey emanating from him.

“Well- sure. If you’d like to be pessimistic, I guess. Either way.. you’re welcome to come. It’s apartment G7. Show up any time from five o’clock to around seven’ish.” You were swift to turn on your heel- leaving him without a retort. He bit his tongue, closing the door. Hard. It made him angry- of course he was pessimistic. Most people would be too if they dealt with half the shit that he had, but he decided he wouldn’t possibly expect some oblivious young person to know that.

He slumped back onto his chair, tossing the gun from his waistband aside and grumbling.

The next afternoon, he woke up in a sweaty pool as usual- night terrors along with the tossing and turning were to blame.

His mind came to- a drunken haze flooding into his consciousness from the night before. He was feeling his much nicer self now- regretting the encounter from last night. Your pretty face. Your invitation. Shit. He didn’t even know if he remembered what apartment number you had told him. Whatever- he could figure that out on his own.

Fucking idiot. He told himself, climbing from the sheets and uncoordinatedly walking to the bathroom- disoriented. Once inside, he planted his hands on the edge of the sink for support- looking in the mirror.

Crows feet. Laugh lines. A few grey strands in his brown hair- which was once a shimmering blonde…

He started to wonder when the fuck he began looking like this- and why the hell you would still be nice to someone as old and grumpy as him- even after he decided to be an ass. Thinking about your face- beautiful and youthful… brought him back to his own for a moment.

Save it. No chick wants a middle aged alcoholic in their life. Not one that looks like.. this. Or has more baggage than an airport.

Either way- part of him wanted to not show up to your little rendezvous- but the other decided he would probably regret it more. He needed to get out of the house and stop ruining his reputation in the building. After all- people were tired of hearing his drunken stumbling in the apartment- and maintenance was tired of coming to fix holes in the wall- amongst other broken things. Hell, the only reason he hasn’t been fucked out of his lease is because of his job’s connections. But maybe- just maybe- showing up would salvage something.

Leon runs a calloused hand over his stubble, debating on whether or not he should shave.

What’s the point- I look fucking old either way.

He skips the maintenance- deciding he’ll get to it for a special occasion. Whether it’s an important, work-related meeting or a dinner at the White House.

After a lengthy shower- where he ran out his hot water from standing and sulking- he decided to skip the bottle today. The last thing he needed was to show up to this little ‘get together’ drunk and make a scene- being the unstable, quick-to-anger type of drunk.

Seeing as how it’s already 3 in the afternoon, Leon went ahead and dressed himself. Blue button down. Jeans. Leather jacket. Boots. Not much different from what he’d wear every day- but he put just a hint more effort into it today- given the spritz of cologne and freshly showered state. Eventually- it’s a little past five. Leon somehow remembered that you didn’t give a specific time- only a few hours of a frame. He stepped into the floor’s hallway, immediately hearing chatter and banter of all kinds from the left side of the hallway.

He sucked in a breath, making his way to where the commotion emanated, and firmly knocking on the door.

Why the fuck did I show up, I shouldn’t have-

The door swung open- your face quickly lighting up as you saw he had made it.

“Hey, neighbor. Glad you decided to show up.” You beamed, opening the door a little wider.

Jesus Christ, her smile. I can’t remember the last time anyone had that reaction to seeing me. Whatever- it’s only formality.

Leon wanted to smile back- but the insecurity returned- leaving him to give a half-assed smile, nodding, and stepping inside.

There were a good few other people inside- chatting and snacking on the few trays of food you had set out, surely enjoying themselves. Your apartment was nice, clean cut, yet already so lived in despite you having just moved in.

“Can I get you anything?” You asked- breaking him from his observations.

“Uh- yeah. Just some water.” He acknowledged you- his nerves kicking in from being around so many strangers at once.

You smiled again, making something stir in his chest. You went over to the small kitchen and grabbed a cold bottle of water from the fridge- the condensation sweating off in your palm. As you handed it to him- your fingers brushed- not going unnoticed by Leon.

Is she doing this shit on purpose or…- no, stop. This is normal human interaction. You haven’t been to a true social gathering in so long.

“Sooo… do you have a name? Or should I call you mister Pessimistic?” You teased- referring to what you had said the previous night. Before Leon could even say anything to defend himself- you put your hands up.

“I wanted to apologize, though. I don’t mean to make assumptions but it seems like something else had been bothering you- so I just wanted to clear that up. No hard feelings?” You gave a pressed, dimpled smile- extending your hand. Leon hesitantly took it with a protected, cautious look glazing his face- which slowly crept into a returned smile.

“Leon.” He finally answered.

You gave him your name, inviting him to come join you and the others in the living room. He looked around- recognizing a few faces- some of which had made noise complaints on him before.

Great.

He took a seat on your couch- his largeness taking up a good portion. He listened to the few conversations- sipping the water bottle and quenching his dehydration- mostly due to this being the first day in weeks he had gone without drinking for even a few hours.

Yippee. I can already feel the eyes on me.

In his mind, he already knew everyone that did know him, even a little, only saw him as an alcoholic that made too much noise and would be gone for weeks at a time with no explanation- which made him even more off putting to them. His nerves were eating away at him.

Then you sat next to him.

Now, his jitters were worse. Or somehow not there at all. He couldn’t tell, but despite you being a complete knock-out that made him a mess, he was comforted by your presence. You had invited him here and still treated him like a person- despite the way he acted towards you previously.

As you turned to say something to one of the other tenants and gave a laugh at something they said, you had shifted- your thigh brushing Leon’s clothed one. He held his water bottle with both hands- trying to distract himself from the spinning room right now.

“Leon?” You snapped him from his unnerved state- that same, damned smile on your face. Part of him wished you’d stop looking at him like that and hate him like everyone else. It was simpler that way. But no- it just couldn’t be that simple, could it?

He cleared his throat.

“Yeah?” He asked, focused on your face enough to seem like he hadn’t been both panicking and trying to suppress any other emotions- some of which he’d deal with later.

Holy shit, control yourself.

“I was just asking what kind of music you like.” You preened yourself for a moment- checking your hair with your hands and straightening out the front of your dress with your palms.

“Oh- uh. Rock.” He nodded- an answer you definitely expected.

“Cool. I figured.”

“Any particular reason, or…?” He trailed off- failing to realize he had a half smirk on his face.

“You’ll see.” You beamed, nonchalant.

“Okay- that’s not ominous at all.” He chuckled.

The rest of the party went by- Leon being dragged into conversations with fellow tenants and surprisingly- with your help- it salvaged some reputation. Or so he hoped.

After burning out his thin social meter- and most everyone else leaving due to their 9-5s- Leon called it quits too- lingering as long as possible.

You opened the door- gesturing for him out.

“I had a good time, Leon. Maybe come by again?” You invited. He was shocked that you actually enjoyed his company.

She’s just being polite. or maybe not. I’m bad at signals.

“Uh- sure. Thanks again for inviting me.” He muttered as he was caught off guard.

Leon shuffled back to his apartment- for once, disappointed to be home- yet relieved. His boots came off, being hastily kicked by the door before he headed to the bedroom, peeling his clothing off down to his boxers and climbing in.

8:14 pm his digital clock read.

A little early, but…

He released a shaky breath, his hand ghosting over his abs and down to his boxers- freeing his cock. The cool air only heightened how badly he needed to jerk off right now.

Fuck. He can’t remember the last time he had gotten this hard.

He grabbed some bedside lotion- stroking his cock slowly to start off. He told himself he was just horny and that it had been a while- that’s all. But it wasn’t true. You came into his mind- your eyes batting at him, the way your bare thigh brushed again his clothed one- yet somehow still arousing him. Holy fuck, he felt like a pervert. Though, thinking back about it now- he understood you were flirting. If he didn’t need to cum so bad, he’d have hit himself for not realizing. There were always other chances- anyways.

After eventually cumming all over his toned stomach- a surprising, pent up amount- he showered, shaved, and got back into bed- exhausted now that it was 9:30. Not drinking was a surprisingly good way to get to bed on time.

About two months went by- Leon’s busy schedule having him work in office at the D.S.O..

And no more deadly missions…yet. This workload consisted of him showing up late- coffee in hand and very rarely now- hungover. Chris got on his ass twice before giving it a temporary rest.

Though- the one good thing to happen was becoming friends with you- not exactly the most tight-knit but you both did spend some quality time together here and there- occasionally exchanging a phone call or a text. You even gifted him Rock CDs from time to time, being the reason you asked about his music taste. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t jam out to them on the way to work now.

The thing was.. you’re bubbly, full of energy. Young. Everything he was at one point. He loved seeing that in other people- giving him more of a reason to keep up his work- saving lives and giving others a chance at happiness and freedom. This was the first time he had seen this in a good light.

Leon had gotten home, throwing his keys and files onto the countertop. Right as he went to sit down- his phone buzzed loudly in his pocket, making him groan.

Please don’t be work, Please don’t be work. Please don’t be work.

It was you. He scrambled for the bright green button to answer you, putting the phone to his ear.

“Leon speaking.” He said flatly- trying to play cool.

“Heyyyy. You’re not busy are you?” You dragged the words, cautious not to weird him out. But if he was being honest with himself- there’s no way you could do that.

“Nope… why?” He asked, still not bothering to sit down yet.

“Well- I was wondering if you wanted to come over for a movie night or something..?” You sucked in a breath quietly- awaiting his answer.

Leon equally panicked- it being so long since a woman invited him to do anything- let alone showed him interest. He replied.

“Sure. Sounds good to me.”

Perfect. Not desperate.

You smiled.

“Cool. Just come over whenever. Door is unlocked.”

“Mhm.” He nervously mumbled, ending the call.

Yeah. Maybe he had panicked for a moment there. No worries, he still had to show up and screw up the rest before he could call it quits. After all, it was the first time you had invited him over to your place- at least for something this intimate anyways. He grabbed his keys again, heading out and to your apartment. He hated entering without permission- but he did have permission. So now he felt even more.. conflicted. He gripped the handle, letting himself in and closing the door. You were on the couch, remote in hand with a bowl of popcorn on the table- two glasses of whiskey poured.

Fuck me.

A pretty girl and alcohol would not mix well with Leon. What so fucking ever. He put his hand up in gesture.

“Hey- so what amazing movie did you have in mind?” He asked- avoiding the topic of alcohol being present.

“Hmm… how about you help me pick?” You hummed- Leon standing awkwardly. He was too lost looking you over. Your tanktop. Your shorts. Your exposed legs, the tops of your breasts framed by the tank tops hem.

Stop it.

Again, this has to be on purpose.

No- she probably thinks you’re a creepy old fuck.

Wait- then why would she invite me over?

“You can sit down- you know? I know you like whiskey- so I figured maybe you’d want some to unwind. After all- I did interrupt your relaxation time.” You knew what time he got off of work- feeling slight guilt but also wanting to be around him.

“Right-“ Leon nodded as he sat in the comfy, plush chair adjacent to the couch- leaning forward to grab the whiskey in his hand- the glass material cool against his palm. As he took a sip- his eyes momentarily fixed on you while you had joined in on tending to your own glass.

“Didn’t know young people enjoyed whiskey. Just thought that was something old farts like me drank.” He chuckled.

A smile crawled onto your lips- the tipsy-ness entering your system already.

“Uh… I don’t. Just thought it was a nice gesture.” You said playfully- hinting that this was solely for him. Your face was tinged with a very subtle pink, your own body loose and not in sync with your brain as the alcohol slowly crept into your veins.

“Woah- don’t go getting plastered now. That’s my job.” He joked- his usual, non-depressed demeanor was showing through more and more. Though- he, for some reason, felt fucking nervous.

Leon could barely feel his own buzz- the more recent lack of raging alcoholism letting his tolerance lower back down. Which was a downside right now.

The two of you had agreed on some more-than-likely shitty horror movie, you getting up to turn off the lights and sitting back in your spot. You both laughed, talking about the poorly done effects amongst other things. Leon was safe- you were sitting far away. Surely it would all be fine.

Then a scene came on. Sexual, of course. Some girl on top of a guy, their naked bodies sweaty as she rode him. Leon- naturally didn’t think of anything but how awkward it was to watch this with someone else- but you however, decided to speak, the alcohol clearly breaking a barrier here.

“You know- I never understood how girls did that.”

His eyebrow raised and his eyes shot over to you.

“Uh, forgive me… but do what, exactly?”

You giggled- the sound reverberating in Leon’s eardrums and his chest, making him want to lose composure.

“You know- ride dick or whatever.” You again giggled- moving to straddle your pricey throw pillow. You weren’t drunk- but definitely letting loose…

Oh fuck. Is all his brain could muster as his fingers tightened on his glass.

No fucking way.

You shifted your hips- more awkward with an audience watching.

“Okay- would you say… like this?” You asked- your voice sprinkled with confidence and nervousness at the same time.

Leon leaned forward, setting his glass down.

Jesus Christ. Okay.

“I- uh… are you asking for pointers?” He chuckled- not wanting to be creepy- but mostly showing restraint because god knows he didn’t need to feel even hornier than he did right now.

Is this how young women flirt or am I seeing into this too much?

“Yes.” You said, dragging out the e- as if to sound like it was obvious that you did indeed want pointers.

Before he did anything else- Leon picked the glass back up- downing the rest of his whiskey quickly and setting it on the coffee table again. He’d regret chugging it later- he was sure.

He stood, walking a little closer to the couch.

“I- uh… how exactly do you want me to give you tips here?” He asked, letting out that low chuckle again.

You chortled- shaking your head.

“Hands, words, whatever you feel like.” You said, boldly but with a hint of something else. He just couldn’t tell what, yet.

“Okay…got it. What are friends for, after all…” he muttered- sinking to his knees by the couch- his hands reaching out to rest on the small of your back and the other on your stomach.

“First things first- relax. You're a little stiff and nervous.”

Not exactly that easy with a dilf having his hands on you- but sure. You thought sarcastically. But still- you tried to loosen up.

“Here- rock slowly- and try using your knees for most of the work. Like lifting yourself and lowering- you know?”

God- fucking kill me now. He couldn’t even function- his words probably not making sense with how hard his dick is right now.

“And arch your back a little.” He continued- sucking in a breath. You bit your lip- wanting to just pounce on him already- but you held back. It was nearly impossible with the words he was saying.

Leon watched your movements- knowing this wouldn’t end at a simple, weirdly sexual and ‘friendly’ lesson. No.

“Christ- maybe… you wanna help me practice?” You mutter- hair in your face.

“Isn’t that what we’re doing already?” He asked- the whiskey and horniness clouding his cognitive function.

“No-“ you laugh, shifting to sit up straight.

“I mean on you.”

He was dumbfounded for a moment- like characters in a cartoon when they get smacked with a frying pan. He could swear his head might have spun, too.

“I-…” he started, before you interrupted.

“No- I’m so sorry. You probably think I’m being weird and tipsy- coming onto you like this.

Leon shook his head- his bangs brushing across his face for a moment.

“That’s not it at all- I’ve just been holding back. I’m old. And don’t want you to think I’m some pervert.” He finally manages- spilling his vulnerability across the room. To you- it explains why he’s downplayed your subtle advances for the last few months.

You smile- shifting off of the pillow now.

“I find your age sexy.”

“Yeah- but the gray hairs, the wrinkles, the-“

You stop him, a firm ‘Nuh, uh.’

“Again- all of it’s attractive.”

Leon wastes no time getting up off his knees- kicking his boots aside and settling onto the couch. He pats his lap- gliding a hand over his clothed thigh. You grin- settling into his lap- and Christ, you can feel his cock harder than diamond through his jeans.

“All for you..” he mumbles- tracing his hands along your waist. You lean in slow, your lips touching and alcohol scented breaths mixing. All he can think about now is how soft your lips are- and the way you taste. Yeah, he’s fucking hooked.

And now- here he was- underneath you as you rode his dick- rolling your hips perfectly and alternating between lifting yourself while he groaned underneath you. His hands squeezed at the soft flesh of your ass- guiding you lightly. And to your surprise- unlike his normal self- he was quite verbal.

“God, baby- you’re a quick learner. Just like that.” He huffed, his head lulling back in pleasure for a moment- your hips coming down hard and his cock filling you to the hilt once more.

“Yes- bounce yourself- f-fuck. You’re doing amazing- I knew you had it in you.” He spews encouragements and obscenities- definitely boosting your ego and filling your metaphorical praise kink meter.

But you do exactly as he says- continuing to bounce yourself on his cock oh-so-fucking perfect. The view for him is everything- watching your cunt swallow him every time you move down, and your tits bouncing in his face- hell- a view this good made him want to put down alcohol forever just for another chance. Then again- a little drinking is how you both got here.

“Fuck..” you whine as one of his free hands moves to place a thumb over your clit, rubbing in languid circles.

“You like that, huh? Tell me how I can- fuck- make it even better for you- baby.”

You shake your head no- unable to form a sentence with the combination of pleasure running through your body- and your focus on riding him. Everything was perfect already, and him calling you baby certainly didn’t help your concentration- ripping your orgasm through you.

Leon nearly lost his personal composure- the way you tightened around him like a vice- threatening to take everything from him. This didn’t stop him however- he continued with even more fervor- one hand on your hip and the other on the arm of the couch as he bucked up to meet your movements- giving a bit of relief to your tired legs. He could feel you having trouble, so he decided to take the weight off your shoulders completely.

His arms effortlessly lifted you while he was still inside- moving to put your back against the soft couch while he hoisted your legs over his shoulders for a deep angle. Those rough hands held onto the backs of your thighs, and he slowly slid himself out- gauging your reaction.

“You want it like this?” He asked lowly, you responded eagerly almost right away.

“Yes- god yes.” Was all he needed before slamming back into you. And out. And in again. You could barely see his smug face through the stars you were seeing- which quickly subsided when you pulled his head down to kiss on his stubble- trailing your lips down his strong jawline and prickled neck while your moans reverberated against his skin. With how much you seem to enjoy his stubble- he’s glad he stopped shaving so often.

The whole experience, really- was something he hadn’t had in fucking years. Maybe 10 or more- he lost count. He was just glad he still had this sexual stamina in him- and maybe the gym and recent lack of drinking helped. Who knows?

He was completely lost in the feeling of your pussy clenched around him and your lips on his neck that he swore he was hit in the head when you suddenly told him you wanted him to cum in you.

“F-fuck, baby. That’s a big ask.” He groaned- the words from your mouth alone making him almost bust right there.

“Birth control.” You muttered against his skin, unable to say much else through the moaning since he was pounding into you.

“God- okay. You’re not making this easy.”

Leon sucked in a breath- moving his hands off your thighs and pushing your legs gently off his shoulders- now pressing his chest to yours and wrapping his arms around you- a close and rather intimate position but not unwelcome.

He grunted- muttering into your ear now as he fucked into you, the squelching and skin slapping almost defeaning.

“If you want me to cum in you- I think I need to hear a please, don’t you?” He said the words smug- knowing you were in no state to really talk- but the word left your mouth faster than he could have slammed back into you.

Leon groaned against your ear- your plea somehow managing to turn him on even more before he gave one good, last thrust into you- his hips tightening as he came inside. His hold on you was tight- yet affectionate- despite neither of you having previous romance. After all- sex was a big deal with Leon and he wouldn’t have granted you this had he not been slightly (okay maybe very much) head over heels for you.

After a few moments of cuddling- Leon prompted you to get up to go pee by patting you gently on the back- helping your wobbly-legged self to the bathroom before giving you privacy- as if he didn’t just rearrange your guts to infinity and back again.

You expected him to have left after- as any guy would- but he was still here. He took it upon himself to straighten up your couch cushions and anything else that had been out of place from your shared lovemaking.

“You didn’t have to do all of that- you know?” You teased, coming out of the bathroom in an oversized shirt and underwear- comfortable.

“Well, it’s no bother to me. It should be a given, yeah?” He turned to you- only in his jeans as he buckled his belt- seemingly searching for his shirt. Though- you secretly wished he’d never have to wear one again.

You walked a little closer to where he was standing by the couch, a little hesitant to ask your next question.

“Would you… maybe want to stay over?”

#leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy #dilf! leon kennedy #leon kennedy death island #leon kennedy x reader smut #leon scott kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon x reader #leon x reader smut #resident evil #resident evil death island

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spidernuggets · 28 days

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I'm really sorry to even ask for such a thing 🤣 but I just find it hilarious how disgusted they would be, I feel like it may even cause the freeze response that some people get in panic or danger situations but may I request the titans-especially Jason's- reaction to their friend and fellow titan (y/n) getting really drunk or truth serumed or something and saying that she thinks the Joker is kinda hot y'know if it weren't for the clown gimmick and all the terrorism

nearly every version is at least a little bit pretty even the animated ones lol looking at you btas and it does not help that he's voiced by marky mark, like how am I in love with a drawing 🤣🙃

Jason's Reaction to Reader Calling the Joker Hot.

You and Jason were out in a club, celebrating a victorious night after locking up a shit load of criminals.

You were having the time of your life, along with one shot, two shots, three shots, four. Usually, you had a good alcohol intake. You and Jason were known to be able to take plenty of drinks before needing to hurl.

But tonight, you were biting off more than you could chew.

You were at the bar, asking the bartender for another drink.

"Another one, babe? You're worse than me," Jason laughs, ordering the same thing you did.

"Not worse," was all you were able to mutter.

"You know..." You began to laugh, covering your flushed face with your hands, taking a couple of breaths before laughing again.

"Know what, mama?" He asks, curious, taking yours and his drink from the bartender, keeping it safe until you're ready for it.

"Not gonna lie... uhhh," you tried to think, rubbing your temples with your index fingers. "You.. you know uhhh Joke man.. The.. The Joker." Jason hums in response. "Low.. lowkey. LOWkey, Jay... Joker issss...uhmm... You know if you would take off the clown makeup.. anddd.. If he wasn't a.. a uhm.. homicidal maniac.. he lowkey kinda.."

Jason's face scrunches up. He drinks both of your drinks, and you whine in disappointment. "Jay!! I was gunna..mm drink that," and you start to cry.

"Nope, nope, nope. We're going back to the tower. You're definitely over your drink limit." He says, for once, being responsible.

"Why!! I'm not even feelin' sick yet," you pouted.

He scoffed, putting your arm over his shoulder as he supported you up, walking to the exit. "You basically just said the Joker was hot. That IS feeling sick."

"Ooooh, maybe you just jealous, Jason Wason," you puckered your lips close to his ear. "Is okay..mmm.. You're hotter, aha," you giggled, throwing your head back while laughing.

"Yeah, yeah, sure, say that to me when you're sober, babe."

POV, you're jason:

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also, soz i only did jason 😪😪 idrk how to write for anyone else 💀💀

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byhees · 1 year

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first crushes.

엔하이픈 ・ female reader + word count 1900 genre fluff love-struck varying au warnings not proof-read mention of food — more

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high-school love | heeseung

as the star student of this year’s batch, heeseung gained massive amounts of popularity for his charms, ranging from academic excellence, to breathtaking visuals.

you had never considered yourself to be heavily involved in all these trivial matters— to fawn over a boy, who you clearly didn’t stand a chance to.

however, all seems to take a twist after news of your terribly falling grades, and your report card, marked with solely capitalised ‘F’s, all neatly arranged down the row.

approaching heeseung was the best option, if you didn’t wish to drop-out before the finals.

there was only a handful of thoughts running through your mind— just blurt out as many questions as possible; after all, this was done voluntarily on heeseung’s behalf, and you didn’t want to occupy another portion of his schedule for a second session.

30-minutes, just you two, situated at a random round table in the library, textbooks splayed out on the surface.

you had came in with a straightforward objective, but maybe your gaze had lingered on the boy in front of you… for much longer than intended.

and maybe, the capitalised ‘F’ stood for the ‘fluttering’ of your heart, especially whenever heeseung leaned towards your direction ever so slightly to explain the workings of a question, voice being softened due to the environment.

and maybe, you grimaced having to end the session, your fingertips yearning to tap on his shoulder, to blabber a random question, just for him to re-explain the entire concept.

as he bid his goodbyes, figure gradually disappearing from view, the rapid thudding of your heart filled your ears.

a feeling unexplainable— your first crush, lee heeseung.

music-store love | jongseong

developing an interest in the learnings of an electric guitar had lead you to the corner-store nearby.

pocket on the verge of eruption, your wallet looked as though it were about to burst— you probably should’ve done more research before making the bold decision to carry out your entire year’s worth of savings.

entering the store, you were met with the back-view of a boy, arranging the displayed instruments in place.

approaching him was simpler than you’d imagined— at the sight of a new customer, his smile grew tenfold, the words falling from his lips painted with warmth

eyes shifting to his uniform, a name tag adorning the empty, upper-left corner of his shirt— park jay.

clarifying your queries and doubts were a few of the things he did— he even picked a few guitars for further explanation; it wasn’t hard to see his passion for music.

as jay tuned the electric guitar for you, you couldn’t help but to stare— stunning even whilst furrowing his eyebrows, fingers swiftly at work.

giving you a few tips, while unknowingly bending forward to help with your finger placements, your heartbeat accelerated dangerously.

perhaps your heart would be the one responsible for a noise complaint.

a feeling unexplainable— your first crush, park jongseong.

camping love | jaeyun

not only had you absolutely despised the wilderness, but you had zero survival skills, painfully sticking out like a sore thumb, in the midst of a camping group.

it was your parents idea— to bond over new experiences, and possibly make more friends.

shoulders sullen, eyes devoid of their usual twinkle, your backpack felt unusually heavy with every step.

making new friends was not your forte.

for the most part, you trailed behind your parents, watching as they greeted the fellow campers.

just as you set your backpack down at your allocates spot, a light tap was felt on the edge of your shoulder, prompting you to turn round.

expecting to see your mother, you were taken by surprise, a pleasant one at that, when a boy stood in front of you, a wide grin plastered on his face.

jake, he introduced himself.

jake, the boy you’d unconsciously gaze at whilst hammering down the nails of your tent, only to be told off by your father for the hazard.

jake, the boy you’d try to find whilst wandering round the campsite, hoping that you’d get another word with him.

jake, the boy your eyes would fixate on whilst pouring yourself a portion of soup, the spoon accidentally missing by a centimetre, pouring its contents on your shoes.

seeing him giggle at the little sights spotted in the forested landscapes sent you smiling as well— his laugh, music to your ears, much better than the pop-songs you’d hear while walking down streetside shops.

a feeling unexplainable— your first crush, sim jaeyun.

cafe love | sunghoon

after finishing your finals, life was practically black-and-white, monotonous and boring. you hadn’t arranged for any plans with your friends, assuming that they were all ‘fully booked’ for the long holidays.

opting to spend the time meaningfully, you signed up for a part-time job at a nearby cafe— truly lucked out with the distance, pay, and everything.

the first day proceeded smoothly, with adaptations being made swiftly— you even dared to think that you’d make it to the ‘employee of the year’ board.

however, with the sight of this new customer, you momentarily froze in place— was he even real?

sharp eyes locking with yours, gaze captivating.

that ambition would have to be halted temporarily.

sensing the odd and abrupt silence, he offered a small grin to ease the atmosphere.

instantly, it felt like fireworks had been set off in the pit of your stomach, the crackling representing the pounding of your heart.

as time grew, you found yourself perched at the counter more regularly than imagined, elbows propped on the wooden table, eyes darting to the door with every occasional jingle of the bell.

and every time you caught sight of the boy’s familiar head of hair, you’d begin preparing his regular order, already predicting the words that’d slip out of his mouth.

a few times, you’d chosen to be bolder, adding on a scribbled message near the bottom of the cup, in a dilemma of wanting him to read it, or to have him completely miss the note.

an unpredictable pattern of returned smiles and brief conversations, enough to leave you giggling under your blanket, kicking your feet in an inexplicable amount of euphoria.

a feeling unexplainable— your first crush, park sunghoon.

library love | seonwoo

you had predicted for your dating life to be monotonous, excitement completely thrown out of the window, perhaps even comparable to a blank sheet of paper.

hence, books were the next best things to coming close to a nibble of relationship experience.

you’d been working as a librarian for just over a year, and things were going rather smoothly— it was much more pleasant than working at a restaurant, just had to bear with the occasional shriek from the children’s area.

as you were arranging the push-cart’s stray books into their respective shelves, a soft string of footsteps played behind you, gradually shifting to emit from your left.

turning your head, you almost choked on your own saliva.

raven-black hair, tinted heart-shaped lips, upturned brown eyes, were the primary characteristics you’d managed to catch.

his voice, seeming as though it were coated in a layer of honey, words leaving his lips in a whisper.

the way to the ‘young adult’ corner?

on usual days, you’d easily recite the directions, as though they’d been imprinted on your mind; however, you couldn’t seem to utter a single sentence, phrase, or a word.

every time you’d seen a glimpse of his face, you’d experience a similar reaction— remaining complete silence.

at times, after walking past him, you’d stumble on your feet, the carpeted floors, or absolutely nothing.

at times, after making brief eye contact with him, you’d clumsily knock down a stack of books, eliciting a softened yell, creating a ruckus— no matter, it didn’t stand a chance to the ruckus within your chest, the thumping of your heart against your ribs.

fumbling over your own limbs, hands scrambling to pick up the fallen books with a distressed scrunch of the nose, all because of a mental dilemma as to whether you should approach him, or to continuously hide in your cove of books.

a feeling unexplainable— your first crush, kim sunoo.

flower-shop love | jungwon

it was customary for you to purchase a bouquet of flowers every mothers’ day— just a little tradition that followed since you were of the age to begin saving up whatever scraps of money you had.

whilst already being out-and-about to run a few errands, you’d figured that it’d be best to pick up the flowers on your way back.

shoes tapping against the concrete pavement, you scanned the row of shops to look for one that seemed to match what you’d been scouring for.

entering a shop, with a semi-large board attached to the empty space above the door, the letters reading ‘SIMPLY FLOWERS’, a wisp of fresh air caressed your face.

a room filled with a mirage of colours and shapes, like it’d just been snatched from a book about fairy tales.

there had only been one employee there, and going off on his welcoming, yet short, introduction, his name was jungwon.

jungwon had intently listened to your request — a flower representing sweet, everlasting love. one that was preferably pink, your mother’s favourite colour.

he had recommended a few that fit your criteria, showing you a variety— unbeknownst to him, you had been making a mental comparison between the creamy pink shade of the petals, and the light blush adorning his cheeks.

unintentionally starting up a friendly flower-fact battle with jungwon, to which you’d maximise your limited knowledge, blabbering whatever you could recall.

leaving the shop with a bouquet of yarrows, and an odd incentive to begin surfing the internet for more flower symbolisms and characteristics, ready to dash back to the store with newfound information.

steps feeling even lighter than before, heart fluttering comfortably, the corners of your lips curved upwards, you clutched the bouquet, as though you’d been the receiver of said flowers.

a feeling unexplainable— your first crush, yang jungwon.

skate-park love | riki

you’d made the choice to accompany your younger sibling to the nearby skate park— it wasn’t the most appealing decision, but at least you’d have a chance to take a breather, well if that was possible with all the shrieking from your exhilarated sibling.

intently watching from an appropriate distance, you’d found your eyes unconsciously darting to the group of boys beside your preoccupied sibling.

and in particular, to the boy with jet-black hair, bangs long enough to fall gracefully just above his eye, lips curved in a gleeful grin of his own, probably smiling at something his friend had said.

clearly there wasn’t any coordination between your head, and your eyes— with your mind set on watching over your sibling for potential injuries, and your eyes set on lingering a second longer on the unnamed boy.

his swift movements mesmerised you, and that wasn’t a figurative speech— if your sibling spared a glance towards your direction, you’d probably be teased for how ridiculous you looked.

the feeling of butterflies soaring through your chest, emerging whenever you’d notice particularly endearing details— the way the corner of his eyes would crinkle after laughing a smidgin too hard, the way his melodiously contagious giggles would linger in the air, the way he’d send knowing looks to his friends, sharing a common ‘morse code’ of silly faces.

spirits lifted at the recollection of the boy’s cheery grin, you left the skate park with a thumping heart— you should really start visiting this place more often.

a feeling unexplainable— your first crush, nishimura riki.

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More Cyberpunk au details + details of the RGB desings + earlier concept drawing

(Before that please let me know if you want more info on the au because I have a couple drawings planned but with school and stuff I can't draw much and Idk if I can stay motivated that long. So my next posts could be mostly au lore with maybe some sketches, tell me if you'd like that)

In general terms, to give the Cyberpunk aesthetic to all of their designs I try to avoid symmetry by adding belts or patterns to break it. And for the colors, I focused on darker hues and neon tones. This way, the designs have a “punk”/dystopian-ish vibe while representing the high-tech elements of their society (which is like Cyberpunk in a nutshell).

As for the young versions of RGB, each one has their own color palette: Kai's is Red and orange with shades of black; Nya's is Blue, pinkish red and light shades of gray; and Lloyd's is light Green and also dark blueish green. Kai and Nya get a few details (shoes, arm or jacket) of each other’s main color as a wink ;).

Kai's outfit is meant for moving around comfortably both in the city and outside, Nya's is like a mechanic uniform for tinkering, and Lloyd's is for running as fast as possible; he also has a puffy sleeve similar to Kai's (le wink again). All three of them have a letter of RGB in some part of their outfit and share a tech pattern, each positioned differently (Kai in his inside shirt, Lloyd in his sweatshirt and Nya in her leggins)

As for Kai's eye:

One day, when they were exploring around the danger zone of the outskirts of the city, Kai accidentally activated a trap set by one of the last survivors of the Outside that unexpectedly still lived there (a paranoid rancid sociopath). The violent trap had become infested with Red plants with time and made Kai get in contact with it too: it instantly dug its roots deep within his right eye socket and Kai was unable to pull it off. Since it was such a sensitive spot where the plant was sucking all the nutrients out of him, he was so weak that Nya had to slowly and painstakingly carry him back through the ruined suburbs to get help inside the city walls. After getting around the border control with the plant still stuck to Kai’s eye, all thanks to Echo’s help (who also carried the kid the rest of the way), they got to the doctor’s. Luckily, he was able to cure Kai, but he was forced to remove the affected area, which were his eye and part of the skin of his face; however, if he had waited any longer the plant's roots would have reached his brain and killed him.

Nya then started looking for a biomechanic while Kai rested with little Lloyd, who’d followed his sister all throughout the loaded trip back but could do nothing but keep her company due to his size. However, when the girl finally found one who agreed to make the prosthetic eye for them, a fellow demon named Ronin, he set them the condition to seek out a strange artifact for him as payment, giving them a total of eight years to find it. With no money and no choice, they were forced to accept, but Nya managed to get a picture of the prosthetic’s plans; this ensured that she’d be able to fix it and not depend on the guy too much, but four years later they were found out and their deadline was cut down to only another year.

In the end, Ronin will be Ronin, and the mysterious artifact was in fact a collectionist piece of

Garbage.

Apart from that incident though, as kids they don’t really spend that much time in the city, and they generally only come there to visit their friends/acquaintances and sell stuff Nya finds. For example, they do both of those things in Ed and Edna’s junkyard, where Nya trades her scraps for their more useful scraps while visiting their friend Jay. She and her siblings (who always need to stick together inside the city walls just in case) like telling stories about their adventures in the Outside to the oblivious inhabitants, so obviously Jay is no exception. The girl is very energetic and much more of a little unhinged rascal in this au, so her stories are usually really exciting and filled with funny acting for the little boy. Additionally, as they are both mechanics in the making, whenever the siblings come around his parent’s workshop, Nya and him show each other their latest creations and sometimes they even discuss how they could improve on their work.

But the one who most often talks to people, especially strangers, is Kai. Because even though they are feared as demons, the boy is much more chill and charismatic than his siblings, and is usually in charge of being the friendlier face (although he does like staring at the people who get scared of his dragon ears a little too hard hehe). In fact, they use that awkward fear to their own advantage: due to Lloyd’s much more obvious demon features (his ears are even pointier than the other two’s and his eyes are straight up red), he is often the distraction whenever they need to steal food, either in times of need or if they just wanna cause trouble. People just cannot stop staring nervously at the little boy, who is great at drawing the wrong kind of attention, and when the act is up, he’s so fast following his siblings that no one can ever catch him.

Overall, they don’t really give a single damn about society and think too many of them are just as parasitic as the plants in the Outside, so they don’t often bother as kids to get into the city. That, paired with the fact that they are just three tiny outcasts who somehow miraculously keep coming back from the “deadly” Outside, means that people in the city just tolerate and more or less respect them (out of being kinda spooked by them), so they tend to get away with their shenanigans without much repercussion.

But in the future, they do change their habits a little bit.

When it comes to their designs, they do keep the same purpose but with variations in their shapes. Kai still uses casual comfortable wear but his color palette changes a bit, with a more pinkish Red with blue highlights instead of orange, but he does keep the shades of black. His outfit now consists of a thin bodysuit cut at the chest and hips to make sort of a hexagonal fishnet pattern, trousers and boots, along with a ton of new accessories (more slutty in general).

Nya keeps the mechanic vibe but with more of the gray and blue colors and barely any red. She has huge trousers with bigger pockets and her tools attached under her belt, a sports bra (for the ladies ;)) and mech gloves. She keeps her goggles, which are a different color now.

Lloyd has a sports outfit similar to the previous one in the shorts and leggings. He keeps the puffy sleeve on his left arm, although it is now a standalone piece, and has bigger trainers. His color palette is black and white with neon/bright greens. He lost his arm in an accident with plants too: the affected area was on his upper arm so they had to remove the entire thing, and Jay made his prosthesis.

They all have more small details of their other siblings’ colors (for example Lloyd has the pins on his casual vest); also, and instead of having their respective RGB letters on a random part of their outfits they are now matching at the back of the three jackets. Some other details on them are the fire symbol in blue on Kai's bomber jacket and on Nya's military jacket, the label on the chest that reads "samurai", complete with its X on the arm sleeve.

Their more mature personalities make them live around more in the city, although practically nobody knows their true names still, while also not leaving behind the Outside or Echo (in fact, their expeditions tend to be longer now that they have more experience and overall strength and abilities).

Nya (still just known as “Blue”) actually works in her own workshop now, selling her works on her own. However, her stubborn, energetic and blunt personality has now matured into pure badass and she’s constantly looking for a fight, but nobody can touch her or at least seriously hurt her because she’s insanely strong.

Also, even if they do manage to actually harm her she has her brother Kai (“Red”) looking out for her, who can basically destroy anyone’s private life if they mess with any of their siblings through blackmail :). In fact, he’s usually seen hanging around in the Red district (they even mistake him for a prostitute sometimes lmao), which is where most of the juicy information is flung around, so he has no trouble getting sensitive information about anyone and anything in the city. In addition, he’s developed a calm and charismatic personality that lures people into their manipulative tactics to take advantage of virtually anyone he wants, but his temper can be frail sometimes, especially when his siblings are hurt in any way. But, when it comes to them, even though he is more protective of them as the older brother and can explode if they are treated badly, he still fully trusts them and their abilities and they all rely on and fiercely fight for each other like a team whenever necessary.

In contrast to his siblings, though, Lloyd tends to avoid conflict as much as he can: despite looking like a human neon sign with his jacket on, he always manages to scurry out of sight whenever he’s in trouble as the speedy, witty little monke he is. And the reason he gets caught up in so much drama is because he is extremely curious and, as they aren’t kids anymore, people now care about the demon trio’s meddling in their business quite a bit more.

In conclusion, as they grow, Kai, Nya and Lloyd become more intelligent and fleshed out in their own ways, and even though they still have no respect for society as a whole, they do keep some friends close to them. They love each other and Echo as the unique family they are, and always make sure they have each other’s backs no matter the situation.

Here is Kai's early design + scar (TW: gore)

#ninjago #ninjago cyberpunk au #sketch #ninjago kai #kai smith #ninjago nya #nya smith #ninjago lloyd #lloyd garmadon #rgb siblings

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terrestrialnoob · 1 year

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Characters from TMNT 2003 that I personally miss (and kinda wish were in other versions)

Nano: baby robot who had a scientist mom and a criminal dad who each just wanted to use him, either just as a science experiment or to commit crimes, but all Nano wanted was a family (and he should have been adopted by the turtles, he should have been their 12!Metalhead/S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.)

Silver Sentry: Superman? The American Ideal of Truth and Justice is a Kind and Funny Black Man who is genuinely good friends with Mikey? Sign me up!

Nobody: An Ex-cop who tried to go after the corruption in his own precinct, and while he could be less of a cop, he just wanted to stop crime and make sure no one got hurt, even the gang members he went after and the billionaire that bought his old precinct and got him fired.

The Justice Force: Having a superhero team in the TMNT universe just feels right. It's a superhero universe, the Turtles are Superheros; having fellow heroes to work with and both be mentored and mentor others gives the wider world so much depth on top of the turtles having a reliable group of people to call on when things got too dangerous and out of hand.

Angel: She wasn't Casey's sister, but he treated her like a little sister and she was a good mirror character to Casey. She had all of his flaws but as a younger person he had taken responsibility for she provided a way for Casey to address those flaws in himself while helping her avoid taking a bad path.

Professor (and the knockoff Jay and Silent Bob who hung out with him): Homeless characters need to be People. Professor was a person and a fully round character and I hate it when homeless people are just props and not people.

Augustus O'Neil: April's uncle who gave her her adventurous spirit! You can really feel his influence on her personality and can tell that he encouraged her to become a scientist. (though I think it would also be fun to make him her dad. Come on! April and August? The Father-Daughter duo we deserve.)

Casey's Mom/Ma Jones: Look, sure, she was rude to April, "testing" her to see if she really cared about Casey, but that's kinda understandable given the kind of people Casey would likely hang out with (criminals and vigilantes) and she apologized immediately after. And, Ma Jones knew Splinter (the master ninja) and Leo (his best ninja student) were there and helping April pass her "girlfriend test" the whole time, but she didn't want to say anything about it to not offend her son and his friends.

The Daimyō: Even if he's not the runner of the Battle Nexus, he was Splinter's Friend. His relationship with Splinter let the audience know Splinter had a life outside of his family, that there are other people Splinter knows and can go to, who he can talk to about being a parent and just hang out with.

#tmnt #tmnt 2003 #tmnt nano #tmnt silver sentry #tmnt nobody #tmnt angel #tmnt professor #augustus o'neil #ma jones #tmnt mrs jones #tmnt daimyo #character analysis #august o'neil

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robobirdie · 2 months

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Some Ninjago arts

Just some arts I made for my Ninjago stories. First up the Treehorn features in my story so I decided to give its design a more detailed overhaul. Some of the inspiration for its design came from ants.

Just a little sketch I made to go with my story Anatomy of a Droid. Got a new tablet for the holidays and decided to try something small while learning to work with it so I made this. It's just a little sketch of Zane playing a video game with his best friend Pixal who as a fellow droid can connect to the special Cyber-teddy he has next to him.

The teddy sitting next to him is this:

A snippet from the story featuring this:

“Yha but electricity isn’t all the same. The difference is the volts in its current that’s why you have to use an adapter when charging your phone or laptop. If you just plugged them into an outlet without an adapter you would damage your battery and it wouldn’t really charge it properly. Pure raw electricity is dangerous for Zanes power source that’s why when we do hook him up to a computer or anything that could transfer electricity to him the connectors we use have adapters built into them that way they don’t cause any stress to his heart. That is also why Lloyds powers are safer to help Zane than Jays. As pure energy his can deliver a much lower and gentler form of electricity that doesn’t easily hurt or overwhelm Zanes heart. Since he only has half the material from his original heart it’s more sensitive to being overworked and overloaded. Luckily his new bodies’ digestive system is more efficient at producing energy than his old body so it really helps keep his heart stable and healthy,” Nya explained and Kai wondered, “given the effects it has on him do you think Zane ever regrets giving up half his heart?”

“Are you kidding, you just see him and Pixal hanging together and you know he doesn’t regret it. Not only that he would do it again no matter how much it affects him. You remember how many times when Pixal was in the computer we found him having fallen asleep next to it or with a tablet after just trying to spend time with her,” Cole replied and Jay added as they continued on the trail, "yha that was pretty sad. I can't recall how many times we had to put him in his bed after finding him sleeping there. That's why I made that special teddy for him. I got one of an Ice Jaguar and modified it putting a special device me and Nya whipped up in it that not only had recordings of her voice but she could connect to it when they hung out together so they could spend time together. He still has it; it's in his nightstand; he sometimes brings it out when Pixals gone for long periods." Kai stated, “that period was kind of weird but also very sad. He carried that thing around a lot and often sat it next to him when we were relaxing or even at dinner. It did really make him happy though even if the thing gave off this unsettling being watched feeling. You know you're right there’s no denying he doesn't regret his actions there. Those two were meant for each other...

Also for my stories I made my own version of the Bounty:

The stories mentioned:

#ninjago #ninjago zane #ninjago fanart #ninjago pixal #lego ninjago fanart #ninjago pixane

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gotstabbedbyapen · 2 months

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Epic the Circe Saga - Reviewed and analyzed by a passerby on the Internet

The Pen overflowed with ink at 11 p.m. last night. So, the next day, she has to write her thoughts about the Circe Saga into words, or else she will explode.

You just need to know three things before continuing:

I have little to no knowledge about writing songs and composing music. My opinions come from my taste and prior knowledge about the saga's behind-the-scenes.

This is ONE review by a fellow stranger on Tumblr. You can agree and disagree with my takes, but please keep it civil when discussing with others.

Despite being a bit harsh on the flaws in this saga, I still love it, the whole Epic the Musical, and Mister Jalapeño.

We good?

Good.

Circe is another lesson about ruthlessness.

Let's start with my two cents on why Jay changed the encounter between Odysseus and Circe.

In The Odyssey, Odysseus was coerced by Circe into intimating with her in exchange for his and his men's safety (Hermes even warned, "Do what she said if you want to live")

But in ETM, Circe only tempted Odysseus in the first half of "There Are Other Ways" to get him closer to the stabbing range (I'll talk about it later). But when Odysseus declined her advances and begged her to spare him because he had a wife at home, Circe took pity on him and let him go.

Now, let me refresh everyone's memory with a short video explaining the differences between The Odyssey and ETM.

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Here, Jay said the changes he made from the source material are to serve the theme of Ruthlessness. The two ends of the spectrum are Polites' "Open Arms" and Poseidon's "Ruthlessness Is Mercy" ideologies, as shown in the previous sagas. Every other encounter ETM Odysseus faces will also lie somewhere on the spectrum and teach him something about it.

Circe is an interesting case because she is more flexible on the spectrum.

When we first meet her, Circe turns Odysseus' men into pigs, challenges Odysseus in a monster fight, and "seduces" Odysseus to stab him. Later, when Circe is cornered by Odysseus, we learn that Circe did all that to protect her nymphs, making her an example of "embracing ruthlessness to protect yourself and your loved ones."

After hearing out Odysseus' plight (he wants to go home to his wife, but Poseidon is after his ass), Circe decides to spare him and his men. She is now showing her "open arms" side, "letting her guard down" at these sailors because she pities them or no longer sees them as an immense threat.

In ETM, the encounter with Circe is another lesson for Odysseus about ruthlessness: Going full open-arm or ruthless isn't always the best solution. It's good to proceed with caution, but understand that not everyone is trying to harm you. Know when to go hard and go soft on your opponents.

The relationship between Circe and her nymphs isn't well-developed.

Circe is ruthless toward Odysseus' crew to keep her nymphs safe from the possible danger from the strangers. We can tell because Circe constantly references her nymphs and how she will protect them.

"No one will find / Their way between / My nymphs and I / Their loving queen." - "Puppeteer"

"I've got people to protect / Nymphs I can't nеglect." - "Done For"

"My nymphs are like my daughters / I protect them at all costs / The last time we let strangers live / We faced a heavy loss." - "Done For"

However, at least for me, it's hard to visualize the nymphs are in the island with Circe despite her singing about them every time.

When Odysseus' men enter Circe's palace, we hear their little "Aye" and know they are there. But we don't even get a lick of sound from any of Circe's nymphs, so it's hard to visualize their presence despite Circe singing about them every time.

Circe's protectiveness of her nymphs will be more emphasized if we see her interacting with them. Jay can extend "There Are Other Ways" a bit and let Circe discuss with her nymphs what to do with Odysseus and let them convince her to choose mercy on the men. There, we get more insight into Circe's relationship with her nymphs and how much she loves and cares for them.

Or, at the very least, Jay can give the nymphs a background chorus when Circe is singing or just some female voices behind Circe.

Look at the Ocean Saga: after Aeolus tells Odysseus his fleet is heading to the Land of the Giants, we hear the Laestrygonians chanting right at the beginning of "Ruthlessness" and immediately know that the giants are there.

And I know this is harsh to say, but in the Cyclops Saga, when Odysseus entered Polyphemus' (the Cyclops he fought) cave, I could tell there were sheeps around him from their bleating in the opening.

But the lack of the nymph's presentness isn't the only issue.

More sound effects could have made the battle scene better.

In my first brief review, I said the Circe Saga is mellow compared to the previous ones. The stakes and boss battle weren't as thrilling and electrifying or, at least, not as easy to visualize (same problem with the "presence" of Circe's nymphs, as said before)

Remember the scene where Circe entranced Odysseus so he would come closer to her stabbing range? We only know that from the choreography snippet. If you listen to "There Are Other Ways" without that snippet, you can't "see" Circe's attempt to steal Odysseus' dagger and stab him and will think she's seducing her way out when cornered by him.

At least, we know Odysseus is having his dagger at Circe's throat by the "shing" sound when he draws it, but it's hard to tell when Circe takes Odysseus' weapon because their close-up duet is mostly just singing. Jay could have given another subtle metallic sound when Circe is stealing from Odysseus.

As you can tell by now, the lack of background sound effects reduces the visualization. ETM already has a disadvantage when its audience has to rely on narration and sound effects to tell what is happening. The Circe Saga is more heavy on the former and not enough of the latter like the previous three.

To prove my point, you can pause here and listen to "Survive" and "Done For" on Spotify or whichever music platform you use. While listening, compare the intensity you feel in the battle of Odysseus' men & Polyphemus and of Odysseus' Cyclops & Circe's Chimera.

Oh, you're back?

Now you get why I say the monster battle between Circe's Chimera and Odysseus' Cyclops feels underwhelmed in my first review. The boss battle didn't pay back for the building-up hype.

Although I love to see how Odysseus confronts Circe, I also anticipate the monster battle! The theme "Done For" is used in the saga's first introduction. The Chimera is seen on the album cover. Jay is excited because he is inspired by Pokemon and Yu-Gi-Oh!

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I thought the Cyclops vs Chimera battle would be more intense! But then, what little we have were the roaring and clashing of the monsters drowning under the rap battle of their masters. Meanwhile, don't tell me Polyphemus' roaring and smashing his club didn't give you the chill.

Likewise, "Ruthlessness" has loud water-smashing sounds along with the soldiers screaming for their captain when Poseidon and the Laestrygonians destroy Odysseus' crew. They enhance the terror and devastation of the scene, showing how much destruction is done.

See (or hear) it for yourself!

Here is what will make the battle more enthralling: Add more growling for the Cyclops and the Chimera and increase their howling volume - not too earthshaking but with enough intimidation so we can feel the grand scale of the battle. There can be more punching sounds and a loud "thud" when the Cyclops gets rammed back by the Chimera (like Circe's stabbing attempt, we only know how the monster battle was carried out through an animatic)

Maybe Jay wants to focus more on Circe's charming and disarming tactic so he doesn't give it all for the monster battle. But it's still an under-used potential!

Final words!

That is my review and analysis of the Epic the Circe Saga. I may sound like a grumbling nitpick who over-scrutinizes the little details, but it comes from my love and expectations after being blown away by the first three sagas. Jay has proven he can do many wonders in ETM, and I hope he will continue pushing past his creativity limit.

Overall, I still love ETM, Jay, and the Circe Saga. This saga just needs to be polished more. I won't mind waiting until next year's Valentine if Jay will have more time to improve the songs.

But that is all I have to say.

#epic the musical #epic the circe saga #jorge rivera herrans #song analysis #song review #my reviews #my ramblings #Spotify #Youtube #this is my first time writing such a long essay #and i'm surprised my brain hasn't exploded yet

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all I did was bleed as I tried to be the bravest solider

Whether it was something as simple as illuminating the metaphoric dark sky that loomed over his parents or his ramblings being so quick that no one knew what he had said, all he knew was that his brain, his hands and his mouth moved faster then everyone’s around him and usually before he could fully grasp the impact of the decision he had made.

Even as a child, Jay had been described as a flash of lightning.

So when he crashed through a window with wings made out of scraps attached to his back only to find himself sitting beside a man with a long white beard and a teapot sitting next to his crossed legs, he wasn’t exactly surprised to hear the man say that the lightning sparked brightly inside of him.

What had been surprising to the fourteen-year-old was that just based on that one conversation about impossibility he found himself journeying with the man, who he learned was named Wu, up a large mountain to his monastery where he would “begin his training to harness the lightning inside”.

Despite his first lesson being entirely focus-based and nothing to do with the training course that he watched the other two teens adorned in black do from the windows, Jay couldn’t lie when he said that he was excited despite envying the Sensei’s other students.

“I know that focus doesn’t come easily to you, that you would much rather be outside and meet your fellow teammates,” Wu had spoken in the dimly lit room as the two sat across from each other and the smell of the incense burning in between them made Jay’s nose twitch, “but in order to harness lightning, one needs to have some sense of grounding.”

“But if I have to control lightning, shouldn’t I be near it?” Jay questioned with as much of a respectful tone as he could despite the fact that his sensitive nose was going to make him sneeze sooner rather than later.

“We are not in a storm right now.”

“No, I mean outside. Near the clouds and the fresh air and-”

“If I was teaching you to control the lightning, yes,” Wu cut him off before neatly folding his hands back together, “but, there is a difference between control and command and I am teaching you command. After all, control means that there will be resistance, whereas command means that your internal element will work with you.”

“So I need to work with the lightning?” Jay couldn’t stop himself from questioning Wu’s teachings but his curiosity always seemed to get the better of him even when he knew that it wasn’t for the best.

But, he was surprised to see a smile grace the Sensei’s face, “Precisely, Jay. Some say that fire is the most destructive element with the way it burns and destroys. Others would say wind is due to its tendency to be stubborn and unpredictable. I am of the opinion that it is lightning because it combines the destruction of fire with the spontaneity of wind, which is why it is imperative that you work with it so it cannot work against you.”

“I’m sorry, Sensei Wu,” Jay apologized as he bowed his head in respect, “but I think you got the wrong guy. I’m not dangerous unless it’s my stupid mouth and I’m not this super strong lightning master either. I’m just a kid from a junkyard.”

“You are not a master yet,” Wu corrected while standing, “and you are not just a kid from a junkyard. You have great potential, Jay Walker. I am just here to guide you as you work to harness the lightning,” he reached over and moved the small bowl of burning incense away from Jay before going to exit through the sliding door, “that is your lesson for the day, but I encourage you to ponder what we have discussed and finding what grounds you.”

And with that, he had left the room leaving Jay with swirling thoughts as he continued to sit in the dark room. After all, he had never come across a problem that he couldn’t figure out. ‘Why would this one be any different?’

…

Four years later, Jay would argue that he had gotten very good at controlling lightning.

Yes, there had been that scrimmage with Morro that had him realizing just why Master Wu had been so meticulous in warning him about the dangers of wind, as well as the battle against Nadakhan that he’d rather forget, but aside from that, the feeling of lightning flowing through his veins before finding its exit from his fingers was something that would never get old.

Even when it had its downsides, like causing lichtenberg figures to appear across his body that made his hands tingle whenever he was stressed or attracting storms to The Destiny’s Bounty forcing him to be the ship’s one defense by acting as a lightning rod, Jay couldn’t be more happy that he had been found all of those years ago by Master Wu.

But the current events around him as the ship rocked back and forth in the harsh storm, he was feeling anything but happiness; it was impossible to feel happy as the group sans Nya, who was making calls and piloting the ship, crowded around an unconscious Lloyd.

Lloyd, who was usually the one to bring the rest of them out of their individual funks, was laying on the metal slab where they had repaired Zane just a few days before, his breaths coming in and out too fast to be normal and blood mixing in with the tattered green fabric that covered his more than likely broken bones.

The one who had always seemingly been the strongest out of all of them was so broken that it was hard to tell if he was still in there and still fighting.

“-need to stop the bleeding-”

“-running a fever-”

“-signs of a punctured lung-”

The scattered yells of his teammates trying to stabilize Lloyd went in one ear and out of the other as Jay pressed his back against the wall; he had never been good with the medical side of being a ninja, just barely completing any of the lessons Sensei had given them regarding first aid on the battlefield, but he did know when to stay out of the way.

After all, between Zane and PIXAL’s expertise, Kai’s knack he had for knowing where to start when a multitude of injuries occurred and Cole there to hold Lloyd’s hands for both support and to keep him still, Jay wasn’t entirely convinced that he was needed in the control room of The Bounty to the point where he was about to slip out the door to see if his girlfriend needed help.

Until he heard two of the most terrifying noises to date; the sound of the medical equipment dying with the power around them and Cole’s panicked shout of “he stopped breathing!”

As the shouts only grew more frantic, Jay lacked to find his own voice in the chaos; all he could focus on was Lloyd’s slack body as Zane’s metal hands started to rapidly press down on his chest and the crunching of ribs under the weight of compressions.

“You have great potential, Jay Walker. I am just here to guide you as you work to harness the lightning.” Wu’s voice echoed in his mind, instantly bringing him out of the outsider perspective and to the present.

‘First Spinjitzu Master, help me save Lloyd.’

He pulled himself away from the wall and rushed forward, powering up just enough lightning in his palm as he shouted “open his shirt! I know what to do!”

Jay ignored the shouting around him as the green gi was pulled away from Lloyd’s chest and despite his stomach churning at the sight of the bruising that adorned his body and pressed his lightning-filled hand to just above his heart while shouting “back up!”

The lights flickered as Lloyd’s body pushed upward into his hand, but when he pulled away, his body remained still and his ears started to phase out the shouts surrounding him.

“-didn’t work!-”

“-start compressions again-”

“-ome on, Lloyd…don’t do this-”

“There is a difference between control and command. I am teaching you command.” Wu’s voice echoed in his mind again, forcing Jay to take a deep breath while charging up his hands again as he thought to himself, ‘command the lightning, Jay. Don’t control it.’

“Clear!” He shouted again to give Zane a warning before pressing both palms to Lloyd's chest while the lights flickered around them again, feeling his slack body arch into his touch again.

The energy coursed through him violently, ripping through his veins and filling Lloyd’s as Jay desperately fought against fate but when he let go and his knees collapsed under him with exhaustion, the lights stayed on and the hum of the medical equipment returned as it powered back to life.

But despite Jay fighting against his body’s need to fall unconscious, he did succumb to the mind-numbing darkness only after he heard Cole’s voice stutter with relief, “h-he’s breathing.”

…

Jay wouldn’t even have the chance to turn eighteen before he was commanding lightning into Lloyd’s body for the second time in a year.

The events had been more blurry and chaotic, with the Oni attacking the monastery as well as using the Tornado of Creation for the first time in four years, leaving him light headed and exhausted even without the screams of panic when they discovered Lloyd’s lifeless body under the broken doors of the monastery.

When Wu had held his nephew’s wrist in his palm before saying “there is nothing to be done”, Jay had stepped forward automatically, the lightning under his command in his palms as he pressed them against Lloyd’s chest.

He would never be used to feeling a slack body arching involuntarily into his touch as the lightning tore out of his veins. In the aftermath, Jay could only feel relief when it had only taken one burst of power to send Lloyd gasping and coughing while his heart started to beat once more.

The cheers of relief from the others despite Jay sinking to the ground were short-lived when Lloyd tried to sit up, only to fall back with an arm over his ribs and a harsh hiss through his teeth filled with pain.

Despite the woozy feeling that filled Jay’s body where the surge of lightning had once resided, he could feel his heart start to split at the seams as the others helped take Lloyd to his bedroom and he heard the boy’s voice shake as his soft plea of “dad” echoed in his head.

And with that one word alone, Jay found the strength to stand again and push himself toward the Oni that towered over him who was trying to make a quiet escape down the steps of the monastery.

“Garmadon!” He managed to shout, watching as the large figure turned with a raised eyebrow that still filled his heart with fear, but he held it together, “I’m talking to you!”

“What do you want, blue ninja?” He seemed indifferent, maybe even annoyed, but Jay held his ground as he pushed back thoughts of letters and Cliff Gordan and unknowns.

“I don’t know why Lloyd insists that there’s any part of our former sensei inside of you, but he called out for you. He was pleading for you.”

“That boy is pleading for a distant memory,” Garmadon brushed him off, sending angry heat into Jay’s cheeks, “I am not what he thinks I am.”

“He just died, for the second time I might add, because of you!” Jay shouted, unable to keep any part of himself neutral in the situation as Lloyd’s desperate plea rang in his ears, “the least you could do is take five seconds and look out for someone who was once your son!”

“I did,” Garmadon snarled, taking a step forward to look into Jay’s eyes, “I stayed and watched as you sacrificed your power and energy to revive him for what you said was the second time. But regardless of whether there is any good in me or not, he will never forgive me for what happened in Kryptarium Prison and I do not blame him. I am not the Garmadon he remembers.”

“You can’t just leave!” Jay shouted as the Oni turned away again, but he refused to acknowledge him again and continued to descend down the steps, leaving Jay at the entrance while his legs wobbled under him, threatening collapse.

He forced himself back onto even ground before his adrenaline ebbed away and he was forced to sit with his head against the wall, his head spinning with thoughts of inheritance and abandonment until Nya approached and sat beside him, letting him rest his head on her shoulder.

That one comforting touch of her hand in his messy hair made the dam burst as he started to sob as everything fell together in a wave of emotions; images of Lloyd, Cole and Garmadon swirling in his mind as she held him close, his body shaking against hers.

“None of it is on you,” she insisted, her hand moving up and down her back as he continued to replay the moments in his head.

Cole fell when he was right there beside him and Lloyd’s slack body under his palms and Garmadon disregarding not only his pleas but the pleas of his own flesh and blood when it didn’t seem so long ago that he would have broken his own personal beliefs to protect Lloyd.

He was overwhelmed with the events of the last twenty four hours, every single scar from using his powers ached painfully and he was so, so tired; in fact, when his sobs subsided, he let his yang guide him on shaking legs to his room, unable to help her change out of his dusty gi and into his pajamas.

She pulled the blankets over his shaking body and gently ran one hand through his matted hair while the other cupped his cheek, her voice coming out in a whisper as she told him to “get some rest” which was impossible to refuse while drifting into the blissful dark of sleep.

…

It took Jay two days to gain the strength to see Lloyd.

In his defense, he had spent the better part of that time sleeping as his body regained its strength as well as holding onto Nya like a lifeline as he fully processed what had occurred.

However, he could not defend purposefully avoiding the green ninja and avoiding having to admit to the conversation he had with Garmadon on the steps of the monastery.

“Lloyd is going to be alright,” Wu insisted when he came to check on Jay that afternoon, “while I hate to be the one to say this about my nephew, he has survived much worse than a few broken ribs.”

Jay nodded as he bit the inside of his cheek, his mouth tinged with the metallic taste of blood as a result.

“But, Lloyd’s condition is not the only reason I came to see you,” Wu admitted as he sat down in the chair that had been occupied by Nya for the last day, “do you remember the first thing I taught you when you arrived here?”

“Command versus control,” Jay replied as he refused to look his master in the eyes, choosing to focus on his tingling hands, “that I had to learn to command lightning instead of letting it control me.”

“Exactly,” Jay looked up to see Master Wu nod in agreement, “you learned control with the nunchucks of lightning as well as when you were granted your raw, elemental power. But from what I’ve been told by the others, you only learned command that night on The Destiny’s Bounty after the fight against Lloyd and his father.”

Jay nodded, his voice tangled in his throat as he remembered the flash of sending everything into Lloyd’s chest like a general commanding an army.

“And after seeing you do it again a few days ago, I can now say that you only have one thing left to do before you complete the very first task I gave you four years ago,” Wu explained while standing and starting to head toward the door, “finding what grounds you.”

Jay already knew the answer; he already knew that what kept his head steady and his feet on the ground were his teammates and while learning to just be himself had unlocked his true potential, that they were part of the reason he had been able to find his full potential in the first place.

“It’s knowing that the others will always be there for me,” Jay spoke, peaking Wu’s interest, “that after I passed out on The Bounty, Cole and Kai carried me to my room and watched over me. After what happened with Garmadon, Nya was right there to help me when I was paralyzed by my own mind. That no matter what happens, one of them will always be able to help me off the ground.”

“Then I think you know what you need to do now.” Wu said while exiting the room, leaving him in silence just like he had four years prior.

Only this time, he refused to sit still in the dimly lit room by himself and try to figure out the vagueness in Wu’s words because he already knew what he had to do.

Be there for Lloyd the same way the others had been there for him.

Jay knew that none of the others thought of him as someone who thought things through before doing them which is exactly why he made his way towards Lloyd’s bedroom with zero idea on what he was going to say.

But when he opened the door, he was surprised to see Lloyd not only awake, but despite the gash on his forehead that had been neatly stitched back together, he looked like himself; he knew that healthy wasn’t the right word, since the green ninja was still two shades too pale, but he looked better then he had the last time he had seen him which he considered a major improvement.

But the last thing Jay expected was the words that left Lloyd’s mouth after they made eye contact, “what did Garmadon do?”

Not dad, not my father…Garmadon. Jay wasn’t sure he had ever heard Lloyd refer to Garmadon by his first name.

“Lloyd, are you su-”

“Just tell me,” Lloyd cut him off, “I need to know.”

“I asked him to stay, for you. He…” Jay swallowed as the marks on his hands tingled with nervous energy, “he said…that you were calling out for a memory.”

“Jay?” Lloyd asked softly, resting his calloused palm over Jay’s shaking knuckles, “Jay, why did you ask him to stay?”

“Because you called out for him,” Jay insisted, watching as Lloyd’s body stiffened with a mix of what he assumed was fear and embarrassment, “when they carried you inside, after I…I shocked you, so you’d start breathing again.”

“I…” Lloyd swallowed, tears pricking at the edges of his shiny green eyes with red flecks in them as he shook his head, “I died?”

Jay nodded, pulling Lloyd into the tightest hug he could once he heard the first hitch of breath; his body shook with sobs of realization and while he was mentally kicking himself for not consulting the others about what they were telling Lloyd, Jay knew that the truth was for the best.

“Oh FSM, I died. I wasn’t breathing and I…” Lloyd choked out around sobs, his chest heaving against Jay’s tight hold.

“You’re safe now. You’re alive, that’s what matters.”

“A-and I asked for…him?”

Jay nodded as confirmation, feeling Lloyd hold on tighter and tighter despite the sobs starting to slow; he took in the truth of his words and for once, Jay knew better than to speak. Especially given his own experiences with grief as well as trying to understand the actions of parents who you never really knew.

It wasn’t until Lloyd pulled in a snotty sniffle and pulled away from Jay, wincing as he wrapped a loose arm around his broken ribs that the blue ninja let go of him and moved to help Lloyd lay down, brushing his wispy blonde hair out of his face as shiny, green eyes reflected in his blue ones.

“We aren’t our parents,” Jay finally spoke, his mouth dry as he recounted the night where he had told Lloyd about the events with wishing magic, sky pirates and most pressingly, his biological parents, “even if it doesn’t feel like it, we choose our own path.”

“I-I know,” Lloyd stuttered as he reached his left arm upwards to wipe at his wet cheeks, “you aren’t the first one to tell me that.”

“Yeah, but you looked like you needed to hear it,” Jay shrugged before settling in the green recliner next to Lloyd’s bed, watching as the boy’s eyes started to flutter shut, “do you want me to stick around for a bit?”

But Lloyd was already letting out a soft snore of sleep, so Jay settled in the chair, grabbed the closest Fritz Donnegan comic from Lloyd’s extensive collection and commanded a small flash of lightning to illuminate the small lamp that sat on the boy’s bedside table.

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